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ticklygiggles · 4 months ago

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Rite Duel 2.0

A/N: Big, big thanks to kind @eliankrios for his suppooort ❤️❤️ thank you for being patient with me! I was in some kind of writers block, but it seems okay now lol. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I hope they're not too OOC nskdkd THANK YOU ELIAN 💕

Also thanks to my girl Ginny for letting me use her fic for reference to this one! MWAH 💕

Summary: After learning that there is a way to actually win against Cyno, Sethos finally takes his chance to try!

Lots of tickling descriptions hehe

Words: 3k+

Sethos was not, by all means, ashamed of losing against Cyno for Hermanubis’ power. If he was completely honest, some part of him told him that he had no chance against General Mahamatra himself, so he was not surprised by the result of the duel, if anything, he felt honored for fighting with him and seeing Cyno's friends dueling with and for him. Having good companions, people you can trust and who always give you a hand was very important in the desert.

Furthermore, being recognized as the heir of the Temple of Silence clan by Cyno and promising a new alliance with the city of Sumeru, was more than he could have imagined... and also gave him excuses to visit Avidya Forest frequently. There were so many things to do, see and eat and so many interesting people that he could talk to for hours on end.

Many of his new friends were there too. Cyno, Tighnari, the traveler and even that interesting person he had met at the Akademiya. So he always got very excited when he was called by Cyno for important meetings, which usually consisted of him teaching him how to play Genius Invokation and Sethos failing miserably in every single game.

“You need to practice some more,” Cyno said, beating Sethos for the fifth consecutive time. “Don't you play in the Temple of Silence?”

Sethos sighed deeply, automatically throwing his cards to Cyno for him to shuffle them. “We, sadly, don't have much time to play like this. We have things to do, you see.”

His lips spread in a mischievous smile, and although Tighnari and the traveler laughed behind their hands, Cyno simply huffed out a laugh through his nose and rolled his eyes with a little smile in his mouth.

“I see. Good thing you're now in Avidya Forest, so get ready to practice a lot.”

Sethos whined. "Technically, we're in the Traveler's wolrd..." He knew that the general wouldn't let him leave or stop the game until he defeated him at least once.

“Cyno, you're being too harsh on Sethos,” Tighnari said, propping his chin in the palm of his hand to look at Cyno with that dreamy expression that always made Sethos blush and look away. He was sitting to Cyno's right at the four-sided table. Aether right in front of Tighnari while Paimon floated around them.

“Yeah.” Paimon nodded. “Sethos has had his head in the sand his entire life, even a game of Genius Invokation is too much for him.”

“P-Paimon…”

All three men around him turned their heads away, trying to contain their laughter. Sethos felt his cheeks heating up and he fanned his face with his hand.

“L-Listen, I've been attending to my… duties and- and Genius Invokation isn't exactly a popular game in the desert…”

Cyno cleared his throat. “Anyways, the next round is about to start.”

“You got this, Sethos!” Aether cheered, but Sethos whined loudly as he saw Cyno making the first move.

There was a time when Sethos won, but they had to play about twenty times and Sethos had only won because the traveler had tickled Cyno to distract him.

Setho chuckled to himself and Cyno looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Who would've thought General Mahamatra was a ticklish person? Certainly not him, yet again he had never been too fixed on tickling someone, or being tickled himself. That until he met this bunch of interesting people. He still remembered that special training he had with Aether the first time he showed the world inside his teapot, but he still hadn't had the chance to give it a try… could it be that tonight was the night?

“Hey, tell you what.”

“Hmm?” Cyno mumbled, barely paying attention.

“Let's have… another kind of duel.” That caught everyone's attention and four pairs of curious eyes landed on him. “If you win this duel… We'll keep playing Genius Invokation until I finally win,” he said with a grin and Cyno arched an eyebrow. “However,” Sethos continued. “If I win, then you'll give me a break for at least the rest of the night.”

“What kind of duel?” Aether voiced the question in Cyno's expression, his golden eyes shining in wonder.

Sethos chuckled, “you'll see once we start. We won't need weapons or anything, just our bare hands,” he said, lifting both his hands and wiggling his fingers, trying to give a clue to Cyno, but the only one who seemed to understand was Aether who smiled knowingly at Sethos. “So?”

Cyno pondered for a bit, his eyes traveling from the cards to Sethos face, then back to the cards and then to Tighnari's face.

“I think a break sounds good,” Tighnari said, his tail swinging lazily from side to side. “You both have been at this for who knows how many-

“This is the sixth time and I think I'll lose again,” Sethos said and this time even Paimon laughed.

Cyno nodded. “Fine. I hope you don't mind us using your yard for this duel,” he said kindly to Aether and the traveler shook his head with a smile.

“Paimon’s so excited to see what's this all about!”

Sethos had been feeling excited too, but as they got up from the table and walked towards the traveler's large yard, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Aether had told him that this was a good way to beat Cyno, but what if he lost too? It wasn't a thing of honor or anything like that, his brain just couldn't stand that game anymore!

“Eep!” Sethos jolted when he felt a poke to his ribs from behind, turning around, he was glad it was Aether. “Y-You surprised me, traveler.”

“Did you finally decide to do it?”

Sethos nodded softly. “Yeah, my head is starting to hurt. Let's see if your special training was of any use.”

Aether laughed. “I wonder too, you lost far too many times,” he reminded him and Sethos laughed when he felt a squeeze to his side. “Just remember all the spots I told you about and do not let him pin you.”

Whoa, it really sounded like this was going to be even more dangerous than the Rite of Duels back in the Temple of Silence. Sethos nodded as he gulped, finally planting himself in front of Cyno while Aether, Tighnari and Paimon looked at them from the side.

“So? Is it like a wrestling match?”

“Y-Yeah, something like that. At the count of three, okay? One… two!”

“Ack! W-Wha– hey! S-Sehehethos!”

Sethos almost froze when he heard Cyno's giggles as his hands latched to the General's sides and started to squeeze them gently, but firmly just as Aether had told him.

“Pff– a tickle fight?” Tighnari asked in disbelief, yet a little smile still pulled at his lips.

“L-Like Paimon said,” she chuckled softly, floating beside Aether. “Sethos has had his head too deep in the sand…”

“Place your bets, everyone,” Aether chirped. “I bet Sethos will win.”

“No way,” both Paimon and Tighnari said and by the looks of it, it seemed like they were right.

“AHAHAHA! n-nohoHOHo!”

It wasn't Cyno's laughter, but Sethos. He definitely understimated Cyno's abilities. Aether made it look way too easy and Sethos was extremely ticklish! How on earth did he even think that was a good idea?! He didn't know how, but he was able to tickle Cyno for exactly five seconds before he was thrown to the soft grass, pinned by one of Cyno's knees against his lower back and both the General's hands clawing at the back of his ribs.

“Heh, you really thought you'd win against me?” Cyno spoke over Sethos laughter and the poor heir could only kick his legs and flail his arms around. “Did the traveler tell you about this? I'm sure he'll learn his lesson later.”

Poor traveler! Sethos somehow gathered enough strength to lift his body, successfully pushing Cyno off him and causing him to fall butt first against the grass. The general didn't have time to get up before Sethos was straddling his waist, his hands vibrating at the exposed stomach. Cyno threw his head back with a cackle and he tried to fight Sethos hands, but Sethos was agile and he laughed, trying to sound teasy, but just sounding nervous.

“H-How’s that, hmm? General Mahamatra is seriously so ticklish,” Sethos teased, one of his hands clawing at the middle of Cyno's tummy, around his belly button while the other wrapped around his hip, trying to hold him in place, but also tickling him slightly. “You gotta make sure no one knows your weakness, or else you'll get in trouble~!”

“S-Stohohohop or Ihihihi- AHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT!”

Sethos jolted just as hard as Cyno did when he slipped one of his fingers inside his navel. He was surprised by the nearly hysterical laughter he was able to evoke from Cyno as he lightly tickled his navel, simply wiggling his finger around inside the little spot. Sethos giggled softly, tickling really was fun.

Feeling extra mischievous, Sethos stopped momentarily so he could place one hand over Cyno's stomach, his thumb and index finger stretching his bellybutton nicely as his palm held him somehow in place.

“Any last words?” He asked with a big grin as his finger wiggled at Cyno.

Through slightly teary eyes, Cyno looked at Sethos, a silly smile pulling at his lips. “D-dohon't you dahare or I'll- SEHEHETHOS!”

After teasing the spot gently by simply circling it with the tip of his finger, Sethos finally slipped it back in it, swirling and wiggling and vibrating. Cyno's laughter came out unrestrained, loud and panicky; he jolted and squirmed and desperately pulled at Sethos arms, but Sethos had the upper hand, until he didn't.

In the blink of an eye, Sethos was facing the vast sky inside the Serenitea Pot and Cyno was straddling him, grabbing Sethos’ hands and pulling them under his knees.

“N-Noho! Wahahait! Lihihisten! P-Plehehease!” Sethos begged, giggling although Cyno hadn't started tickling him yet, but he didn't have to wait too long as Cyno's fingers quickly did a little taunt above Sethos’ torso before they descended against his ribcage.

Sethos threw his head back with a tirade of loud cackles. His arms desperately pulled at his trapped hands, but Cyno was firmly pinning him down as his hands roamed freely across his ribcage. Those mean hands traveled from the highest set of ribs, so close to his armpits, to the lowest ones, pinching, poking, prodding and rubbing everything and anything on their way.

Sethos was nearly seeing stars. Aether tickled him so much during their trainings, but never this viciously. Cyno was determined to win… even if it meant tickling Sethos to death?

Firm, but gently fingers rubbed at each bone and space inbetween and Sethos was almost sure Cyno was using some kind of trick, (perhaps his vision?), because there was no way his ribs could tickle like that, was it?

Cyno chuckled, “were you saying? Let's hope the people of the Temple of Silence don't know their leader is this ticklish,” he teased playfully. “Or else you could get in trouble.”

Sethos shook his head, unable to speak as Cyno started to count his ribs out loud: one, two, four– oh no, I meant three, let me start again.

One, two, three… what was the next number? Oh, four right. Let me do it again.

I'm not sure I counted properly, what do you think, Sethos? I'll start over just to make sure.

Sethos, where's the twelveth rib? I don't seem— to find it… can you stop squirming? Also, move your arms away, I can't count like this.

Aether's words resounded in his head: do not let him pin you. Now he understood why.

Sethos’ laughter only grew panickier the more Cyno tickled his poor, sensitive ribs. Tears of laughter already claimed place clinging to his lashes and his flushed cheeks hurt for smiling so hard. If he didn't stop Cyno, he was definitely going to pass out and be forced to keep playing Genius Invokation!

Growling between his laughter, Sethos was able to raise his hips, making Cyno stop right away with a gasp as he reached forward to stop himself from collapsing above Sethos. Sethos wrapped his arms around Cyno's waist and pushed him to the side, both of them rolling a couple of times before Sethos pinned Cyno on his belly.

Immediately, thumbs dug into the muscle of Cyno's lower back, rubbing deep circles and causing him to giggle brightly and kick his feet as he tried to reach behind him to capture Sethos’ hands, his spine arching up as he shook from one side to the other. Meanwhile Sethos felt like he was trembling after that brutal attack to his ribs, his bones still tingling with tickly aftershocks.

He fluttered his fingers up Cyno's spine and dragged his fingertips down that tender spot near his sides, but not quite. He then pinched and squeezed at his lower sides and that place at his kidney area and focused in every spot that made Cyno laugh the brightest. For example, massaging his shoulder blades would make Cyno snort and placing rapid pokes up his spine would make him shriek.

The back of his neck was fairly sensitive as well, Cyno would throw his head back as best as he would when Sethos wiggled his fingers there and snorty giggles would fill the air. The back of his ears was also-

“AHAHAHA! CY-CYNOHOHO!”

“Cy-Cy-yehehehes.”

“Ugh,” three beings in the sides rolled their eyes, but no one noticed as Cyno had managed to get a hold of Sethos’ knees and was squeezing them.

Sethos laughed, squeezing Cyno's waist to make him stop, but Cyno was persistant, his hands moving to squeeze at his thigh and Sethos couldn't stand it. He stood up and tried to make a run for it, but he was able to take two strides before he felt Cyno's fingers closing around one of his ankles, making him fall face first.

“Aaaaghhh! AHAHAHA!”

Sethos banged his fists on the ground as Cyno took a seat on his shins and started to squeeze and massage the back of his knees. Sethos screamed with laughter, how was that spot ticklish?! He tried to kick his legs, but Cyno was squeezing his own around him, limiting his movements as his fingers wiggled in the hollows in the back of Sethos’ knees; his thumbs massaging the muscle, making Sethos shriek with laughter.

“How do you make a knee laugh, Sethos?”

“Oh Archons.”

“He won't say it, right?”

“I think he will.”

“You tickle its funny bone.” Sethos broke into loud laughter as Cyno tickled both the front and the back of one of his knees. “Very funny, right? I'm glad you appreciate my jokes.”

Sethos shook his head, desperately trying to crawl away from underneath Cyno, and shrieking again when now his other knee was under attack. He never knew knees could be ticklish, but of course he had to learn this fact first hand, huh?

“Uff-!” Cyno quickly moved off Sethos when a leg almost hit his groin. Sethos stood up quickly, but then slumped again when his eyes caught Cyno's foot. General Mahamatra read his intentions, and tried to escape, but he was already tired and uncoordinated, so it was not difficult for Sethos to catch one of his ankles, dragging him towards him.

“Where are you going, General? The duel is not over until one of us asks for mercy," Sethos said breathlessly and with a huge smile on his face. "Are you suddenly scared? You didn't want me to tickle your feet? What a shame~.”

Sethos straddled Cyno's ankles, pressing them together between his legs and his blunt nails quickly went to work all over the soles, skittering up under his toes and down to the hollows of his ankles. Cyno became almost hysterical; his toes curled tightly, but Sethos easily pushed them back on one foot with one hand and used the other to scratch at the sensitive skin under and between them.

“SEHEHETHOS! Hohohold ohohon!”

“Do you yield? I will only stop if you give up!” Setho yelled over Cyno's loud laughter, his evil fingers not giving the Mahamatra the chance to catch his breath as Sethos tickled his sole mercilessly.

Cyno was nearly howling behind him, squirming like a little fish out of water as Sethos’ fingers skittered across the balls of Cyno's feet and then to his arches and next to his toes that made Cyno scream with laughter.

“Your toes are so ticklish,” Sethos commented, not really teasing, but if Cyno felt it that way, that was a plus. “How do you go around life being this sensitive?”

Sethos was not expecting an answer from the cackling Cyno, he actually thought he was going to give up at any second now… until he felt a hand grabbing his hip.

“EEK!” Sethos' immediately rose to his feet, brushing his hip to get rid of the tingly sensation that touch caused. “Th-Thahat s-spot is off- off limits!”

Although breathless and tearing up, Cyno smirked, also getting on his trembling feet. “You n-never said anything… haah… about ‘off-limit spots’.”

Sethos gulped before he started to run away from Cyno; he wanted to say that he did run a lot, but only after three steps, Cyno was catching and throwing him back to the grass before straddling Sethos' thighs.

“No!” Sethos' shrieked, laughing as he tried to grab Cyno's hands that were taunting him. He wiggled his fingers high, slowly lowering them towards Sethos' hips. “W-Wahahait up! Y-You must have a w-weak spot, s-so–”

“I do,” Cyno nodded, his hands finally descending to Sethos' hips. “It's a shame, for you of course, that you don't know where that is.”

Sethos couldn't care less about what Cyno was saying at that moment. He was too busy laughing his head off and desperately trying to push Cyno's hands away as the General pinched and squeezed at his hips. Sethos howled in hysterics, he arched his spine and tilted his head back, overwhelmed by the electrifying tickly touches climbing from his hips to his brain. He couldn't do anything against those evil fingers exploring his most ticklish spot.

“Hehe, how's this, Sethos? Is it ticklish? Look how much you're dancing, you're definitely loving this, huh?”

Sethos shook his head, squealing and squeaking between hysterical peals of laughter. “NOHOT THEHERE! AH! P-PLEHEHEASE!” He begged, tears falling the sides of his face. “STAHAHAP! P-PLEHEHEASE!”

“Of course,” Cyno said, chuckling softly. “You just gotta admit you give up. Easy, right?”

“N-Nohoho! J-Juhust– AHAHAFIHIHINE! Fihihine, I gihihive up! PLEHEHEASE!”

Cyno stopped, lifting his hands off the other's body and Sethos went limp, laughing and giggling and rubbing at his hips to get rid of the residual feeling of Cyno's fingers.

“I hope you're ready to properly learn how to play Genius Invokation, Sethos,” Cyno said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Sethos with a smirk. “I won't show mercy this time.”

Sethos let out a whiny giggle, letting his head fall against the grass. “N-Nehext tihihime… I'll- I'll definitely wihin.”

“Mhmm, of course you will,” Cyno chuckled, extending his hand for Sethos to take. “Now let's go, you won't leave Avidya Forest until you win against me at least five times.”

Sethos whined, grabbing Cyno's hand and standing on shaky legs. He looked over at Aether and shrugging his shoulders, he smiled sheepishly.

Next time for sure!

BONUS SCENE

“You owe us, Traveler,” Paimon and Tighnari said with a smug grin and Aether whined.

“I really thought Sethos would win… he still has a long way to go, it seems.”

“To be fair, it's hard to win tickle fights against Cyno,” Tighnari mentioned, shrugging his shoulders as the three of them made their way back to the table where another Genius Invokation duel was taking place

“I can win against him.”

“Haha, yes, but after how many tries was it?” Paimon teased and she and Tighnari laughed at him.

Yeah, Sethos really had a long way to go!

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #cyno #sethos #ticklish!cyno #ticklish!sethos #tighnari #Aether #Paimon #just because they make an appearance hehehee #tickle fic #Mia's things #commissions

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yaqamole · 28 days ago

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An Analysis of Cumano - Canondivergent

So if you're here, you already know that Cumano is my jam. But I thought I would give a little analysis to why these characters feel so right for each other in my headcanons and why I love the ship so much.

The Historical Aspect

The first thing that a lot of people think about is the historical aspect and whether there is anything there. I am pleased to tell you that there is!

As far as my headcanons go, I see them living together shortly before Romano went to work for Alfred. The aftermath of Risorgimento left him in desperate need of money and stability and to help his people, he decided that he needed to look outward. He bounced around Latin America for short bursts (only months or maybe a couple of years in a place at a time). However, he spent the longest time in Cuba. This was mainly due their bond being so strong that he wanted to stay.

Italian influence in Cuban culture can be seen through their participation in wars of independence, architecture, art, and engineering. This created communities in Cuba where they interacted with each other and built their own cultures, but also gave to Cuba as a country. They worked a lot in Havana in churches.

So Romano was definitely looking at churches to build his community there and show his skills as I imagine him to be a skilled architect.

So we have a relationship built on an exchange of skills and labor. Romano has always excelled there. He may not like work, but he does it diligently. And in this case, he was more than happy to do it because it was for someone he is fond of.

Elian (Cuba) didn't have a good image of Italians given that he had to deal with the colonial era and the Italians who were brought then were oppressive. His overall view of Europe is not in a good light because of the systems of oppression that were put in place as a result of European presence in the Americas.

Romano is his first interaction with

A) A European who isn't white

B) A European with no real power over him

So this is pivotal for their relationship and really establishes the respect that it's built on. Romano might still be seen as better due to him being European at the end of the day, but he does not come with the goal to subjugate Elian nor does he have the real ability to. We have them at an equal standing with each other. This then leads into our next item to discuss.

The Reconstruction of Values

Romano, while equal to Elian, still does carry some European values because that is how he has been socialized. This means that there is definitely a clash of values when they meet. Because there is an important thing to note about Romano despite his struggles.

He has had positions of wealth and influence before.

In specific, I am looking at the Kingdom of Naples. This period really defined a lot of things for him but especially instilled this idea that he deserves more than he gets. Which. He does. However, there is a limit to that and there is an air of privilege to it which Elian is unfamiliar with.

So unlike other nations who either gave in to Romano's attitude or reacted in a way that caused them to butt heads, Elian does not take his shit and makes sure to clock him on it.

Elian has put up and dealt with entitled Europeans and he refuses to deal with that again. So the moment that Lorenzo pulls his European nonsense, Elian calls him out and makes sure that he knows that whatever fits he threw before are NOT tolerated there.

And for Lorenzo, that's big because well, he's never had someone actually meet him eye to eye and humble him when needed. And especially not in a way that isn't humiliating manner. Antonio, as much as he loves him, embarrasses him greatly. And the other nations don't take him seriously.

Elian is the first nation to sit him down and go "Hey, you're being a dick and an entitled European and I'm not about to deal with that today"

Which really forces him to look at the values he has learned and deconstruct them. This is pivotal to their relationship because it establishes the standards they have for each other and also takes away the imbalance placed between them initially.

For Elian this also means that Lorenzo looks at him and forces him to question the standards he upholds for himself which are primarily located in how he defines his masculinity.

Masculinity

Elian has a complicated relationship with masculinity. He is an Afro Indigenous man in a Latin American country. The standards imposed by machismo as a result of colonialism have a strong grip on him. And historically, he would have suffered from unfair standards on a much more personal level to. Seeing his people subjected to these standards of masculinity would have a horrid effect on him.

As a result, Elian has a strict idea of what it means to be a man for himself. He rarely allows himself to be in touch with his femininity. It's this nagging voice in the back of his head that tells him he isn't allowed to have that. He needs to prove he is a man because as an Afri Indigenous man, he has often been denied manhood.

Despite this, there are positive aspects to his masculinity. He is a dedicated and hardworking man. He cares for the people around him and builds community. And he leads in the best ways that he can.

Lorenzo on the other hand, has a different approach to masculinity. He has been denied manhood on the basis of his race and his transness. He has worked to keep up and catch up with this idea of what masculinity is. He learned it from Rome and he learned it from the other European nations around him. Masculinity was something he could not obtain.

Each nation he has built a relationship with has reduced his masculinity to something they can take away because he does not meet their standards. Even when they do not mean to, they do. It's ingrained in a lot of the standards they have. He isn't as strong, he isn't as quick to bounce back, and so he is not a man the same way they are.

So he often rejects masculinity and just lets himself be in touch with his femininity because what other options does he have? So he feels emotion, he cries, he isn't a provider, he likes pretty things, and he works crappy jobs. He wishes he had manhood the same way his fellow Europeans do, but he knows he doesn't and so he just moves forward.

It is their different standards of masculinity that they are drawn into in each other.

Elian looks at Lorenzo and he sees a strong and resilient man who has carved out what being a man means for himself. He sees someone who isn't afraid to question the standards expected of him. He is God making himself from his own rib. He's amazed by it and he envies him and sees him as more of a man than any other European that came his way.

Elian thinks that Lorenzo is brave and the definition of what a man should be. And he doesn't realize that Lorenzo sees the same in him.

Lorenzo is a man who looks at Elian and sees courage and bravery. He sees immeasurable strength and masculinity in him. He has survived more than Lorenzo has ever known and he knows that. He knows that Elian has seen insane cruelty and has been subjected to awful standards.

And despite it all, he remains kind. He remains faithful to his people and community. He works hard, he dreams big, and he still spares kindness and respect to Lorenzo even when he did not deserve it. He thinks that Elian is what manhood was meant to be. He sees freedom in him.

To Be Seen

This is an important aspect of their relationship and ultimately what tears their walls down and allows them to see beauty in each other worth chasing after.

They both come from being rejected and minimized in their roles. They both know what it's like to be tossed aside despite their resources and land being used by others around them. And though there are definitely things Lorenzo will never know about the other's life, he sees Elian for who he is.

He sees a man who is humorous, who fights for what's right, who doesn't allow himself to be walked over, who has remained standing despite every blow he has received. And he sees his humility. He does not want power, he does not want wealth. He turns away from everything he has ever been told is tempting and defines what is valuable for himself. Lorenzo has never seen that done before. It's revolutionary to him and he is so drawn to it. He sees that Elian just wants to live and make change where he can and he sees that he is struggling too. He sees his steps to changing his ways when he knows he is wrong and he sees his want to be more than what he has been left to be. And so he reaches out and takes his hands to walk by his side as he discovers what it means to be himself.

Meanwhile, Elian sees why Lorenzo is the man he is. He sees that he's playful, that he loves to build things, that he is a hardworker once you get past his complaints. He is ambitious and dreams of being someone who matters to others. He understands his hardships. And he sees his complicated relationships. He sees through his defenses and he sees the scared man that Lorenzo is. He sees the boy in him begging to be released as the man he is meant to be. And he does what nobody else is willing to do, he reaches forward and he lifts Lorenzo up. He has no power, no influence, no wealth to offer. He is a man who is raw and more vulnerable than he lets on. And he extends that bit of himself that he can offer to lift him up. He says "even if they don't see you, I do" and in that act, offers Lorenzo more than he has ever been given before in his life.

Summary

These two consume me for many reasons but overall I think that they have such a fascinating relationship to look at through their historical interactions and their personalities.

They have such distinct personalities that oddly work together. Elian is very much the type of person that Lorenzo needs in his life to call him out when he is acting a fool. And Lorenzo is exactly what Elian needs in his life to work through the layers of him he is afraid of letting others see.

They bring out the best in each other, through their deconstruction of their values to the ways that they define manhood. They understand each other well

These two just have a way of touching each other and breaking the cycles that have been forced upon them. And it is for these reasons that they make such a fascinating dynamic.

God bless Cumano. Amen 🙏🏽

#hetalia #hws #hetalia world stars #hws romano #hws cuba #aph cuba #aph romano #axis powers ヘタリア #cumano #cumano supremacy #cuba x romano #fandom #hetalia romano #hetalia cuba

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fever-fluff · 1 year ago

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Broken Fate

Synopsis: When Azriel is sent to deal with an ongoing problem in the Hybern after the fall of the King nearly two centuries ago, he finds more to the story than he ever thought possible. Three to Five Part series with inspiration from the Netflix show Arcane Word Count: 2.1k

Part II

Everyone was present, Feyre and Rhysand sitting at opposite ends of the table, the rest of them either side. Rhys had started calling these meetings more frequently with the developments of Hybern increasing as the years went on. The fae in power were diligent on keeping good relations with Prythian after everything that had happened, and they had all spent time playing emissary and host to make sure nothing like the past ever happened again.

But something dark had begun to brew in spite of their efforts, though it didn’t spur from the top as it had before.

“The Hybernian Court has requested our aid in investigating a city showing frequent attacks in the recent years. They’ve sent spies and their armed forces in, but neither have come back with any information, and those who have gained some leads haven’t returned at all.” Rhys’ explanation left a sick feeing in everyone, the trauma of the war still a fresh wound. But he pressed on, “There’s a showing pattern of guerilla warfare, and it seems to be a small group of rebels pressing for a cause no one knows anything about.”

All eyes turned to Azriel, but he had been expecting it. Ever since the private discussion he, Feyre and Rhys had the night before on what he’d be asked to do, and he’d accepted with no qualms.

“Make it quick, there’s no need to engage. This is solely reconnaissance. If we’re seen interfering with Hybern directly there’ll be a lot of questions as to what our motives are.” He already knew all of this, ingrained in his psyche since he’d taken on the role of the Night Court’s Spymaster.

The trip was already planned, and the meeting was more of a curtsey to everyone save himself and his High Lord and Lady. He’d leave before nightfall, winnowing to the Hybernian Court immediately to gather any other information to sensitive to send by letter.

But still, as he packed what little he would need for the trip, Azriel felt the sadness of leaving his family hit him hard like it did every time. He’d lost count of the years he’d collectively lost in their presence because his work took him so far into the shadows. But if this was what kept them safe, he do it all for the rest of his life.

A soft knock pulled him out of his thoughts, and at his call the door opened to Elain standing in the space it occupied.

“Elian, its late. What are you doing up?” AZ’s voice aways seemed to soften in his throat when it came to her, as if she would bolt if it raised even the slightest. “I wanted to say goodbye. Cassian said it might be a while until you’re back…” her shyness melted away any frost he felt from leaving, and he managed a small smile. “Missing me already?”

Her cheeks reddened at his question, and her gaze left his as she moved further into the room. There was a small brown parcel in her hand he hadn’t noticed at first until she held it out to him once near enough. “It’s a reminder. To make sure you come back… to all of us.”

He made to open it but she stopped him, “Just, wait until you really need it.”

His smile brightened and he nodded. “Alright.”

It had gone silent between the two of them. Ever since she had learned of Rhys’ intervention on Solstice all those years ago, the distance between them had grown further and further. But it hadn’t stopped the fractures of his heart aching for her any less, even as she had allowed Lucien into her life piece by piece over the last few years. Azriel had resolved himself to care for her from afar, knowing that he’d never have her in the way he wanted. At one point, he had tried to turn his affections to someone else, a fleeting relationship with Gwyn had been the closest he’d gotten. But with the result being both of them returning to friends amicably, he hadn’t attempted anything since.

So, as he stepped into his shadows, Azriel cast one last glance at Velaris until he returned. Whenever that may be.

The arrival and send off from the Court had been brief. No one seemed to have any relevant information beyond what they had been told. The small bits they had gathered was more about the city itself which was under attack, and the randomness of the attacks had left him questioning the motives of these fae.

There was no pattern to suggest anything involving money being stolen under the guise of threats, and shops or buildings with considerable funds hadn’t lost any inventory from the reports following. There was no sign of defence barracks being targeted, and nothing to suggest high officials. The city itself seemed to be underdeveloped compared to the rest of Hybern. A sickness had taken the city by storm, and fae were left shells of their former selves, becoming what the court officials had called degenerate. It had become an underground, where the lowest of the lows had taken residency and the city had become a hive for crime and poverty.

The city had been when the old king had reigned, the new court had established themselves the opposite side of a river, spanning large enough that the two had been disconnected save for two bridges, each one monitored on fae moving in and out – though he’d spotted less than five altogether, and they had been soldiers changing shifts. Going over had been easy with the seal he’d been given, but he was encouraged to leave it when reaching the boarder to the other side. “If they catch you with it, they’ll know you’re fresh meat. Better off not taking the chance considering they’re more like rabid animals than anything else.” The soldier had tucked it into his jacket discretely, “I’m back on shift every three days at dusk, come to the bridge then and I’ll make sure you pass back through.” Azriel nodded his goodbye and thanks before stepping over completely and let his shadows engulf him once again to begin his work.

Flashbacks of his youth in Illyrian camps flitted through his mind as he wandered the streets, head covered but wings out in need of a quick escape. Fae littered the sides of streets, some walking to and from bars and shops, other sitting lifelessly, half covered in the darkness the night provided. He’d even spotted children eating out of alleyway dumping grounds more than he’d like to count.

His shadows had dispersed to grab wind of any mentions of who he was looking for, but as they checked in every hour, Azriel realised it wouldn’t be as easy as that. Instead, he’d sent one out to find a lodging, not trusting the ones given to him by the high fae unless he wanted an easy tip off that he wasn’t here honourably. It lead him to a run down looking tavern, although it was in much better upkeep than its neighbours. A sign for rooms to rent hung beneath another calling it “Aegir’s.”

Inside was not much better. Fae who had wasted themselves on ale slumped over half drained tankards, and two were close to turning violent over spilled coins from a card game further back. The fae behind the bar had stared at him as soon as he’d entered and didn’t seemed inclined to stop even after he sat himself on a stool. Looking at the faelights, Azriel realised that they weren’t in fact what he was used to. Wisps and Devas filles small glass orbs scattered around haphazardly. His dislike apparently evident when the barkeep slapped the cloth he’d been using down on the counter in front of him. “They’re paid n’ fed for the work they do, ain’t got the money to pay for faelightin’ like the seelies over the river.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Azriel motioned to the whiskey bottle behind, but the male didn’t reach for it. “Don’t gotta speak to know you ain’t unseelie boy. Ain’t no one dress like you ere. What with all that tasty lookin leather and cloak you got goin’ on.” Azriel felt a shift behind him, patrons looking up from their cups to size up the newest crop on the market. “I’m not here to cause a scene, I’m just passing through.” He slipped three coppers onto the wood, and they were gone before anyone blinked. A glass of whiskey sat in their place not even a moment later, the barkeep glaring at the fae behind him to settle the scraping chairs back in their place. “There’s easier routes to pass through than ere. Why not save yerself the trouble?”

“No one looks in places like this.” It was enough to have the male backing off from his interrogation. “How much for a room?”

“How long?”

“Three weeks, maybe an extension.”

The number he’d tossed Azriel was absurd but he’d fished half of it out and handed it over, the second half tucked safely away until he’d leave. Azriel had finished his drink in tense silence before he’d followed a barmaid up through winding staircase half ready to keel in on itself. The room was much worse than the bar downstairs, a pile of straw covered by a questionable looking piece of cloth on top. No pillow but a thinned blanket that had seen better days. Azriel slipped a gold mark into the barmaids hand as she made to leave after she’d set a wisp filled orb on the floor beside it, “I’ll be in and out of this room, ask nothing and say nothing. Have only you clean it, and there’ll be more where that came from.” She’d been silent as she closed the door behind her, pressing a key he was sure he should not have in his hand before leaving.

As soon as he was alone, shadows trickled in from the open window and whispered of findings in his ears, but it was short of what he’d hoped. There truly was nothing to say about a rogue group of fae stirring up trouble for the city. Even with all he’d seen, the level of destruction that was happening should have lead to more than what he’d found. But it wasn’t long into his awful first night when he found he’d landed himself bang in the middle of it all.

The noise was unlike anything he had ever heard. The rumbling after reminded him of Rhys when he orchestrated his power in full force. But it was a quick blast. And the shockwave from it didn’t remind him of any powers he had ever come across before. Shooting to the window, Azriel watched as buildings went up in flames not five from Aegir’s, and the flames beginning to sprout spoke of a future of a uncontrollable fire.

He hadn’t changed out of what he wore in the bar, and launched himself down the stairs when he found the window too small to fit through. The bar was empty, the fae having run out at the commotion not far off, and everyone seemed to watch an old, abandoned cobblers crumble in a blaze of orange and a cloud of ash.

Groups had finally began moving towards the disaster, buckets filled with water being thrown onto the heat. It would take hours to put out, but unless he wanted to expose himself, all Azriel could do was watch and grab a bucket as it was tossed his way.

The sun had already started rising when the last of the embers started to smoulder. Azriel found himself standing beside Aegir’s barkeep, both covered in ash and soot from standing too close to the debris. And the building beside it, letters were drawn on the stones in what looked like blood, but up closer he realised it was instead tar.

Fiver letters, drawn with anger and resentment scraped down the walls.

LIARS

“What in the Mother is that about?”

“Somethin tha shouldn’t concern the likes of a fae passin’ through, boy” the barkeep had already turned and gone back inside, as did everyone else. Azriel couldn’t understand how unconcerned everyone was. They all just spent the better half of the night making sure the fire hadn’t spread and just seemed to walk away in indifference.

Defeated from the effort it had taken, Azriel resigned himself to going back to the room and locking the door before he hit the hard surface of his bed for the next couple of weeks.

The stinging from the smoke in his eyes lessened, and a fitful sleep cast over him before he had any more time to think of what had just happened.

#acotar #azriel angst #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel acotar #feyre archeron #a court of silver flames #x reader #angst #no happy ending #or maybe #i dont know yet

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hoshizorax · 28 days ago

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just imagine your muse is close to noriko (whether it be friend or family) and they get to meet elian for the first time. him staring in wonder at your muse with those pretty blue eyes and has that soft silvery white hair. babbling his head off and giggling.

#𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌. // noriko gojo #// she loves her babies okay #// if she can show them off--she will

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creative-author · 28 days ago

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just write - meet Luke!

Luke is 20 years old and lives in the same neighborhood as Eve, together with his little sister and their mother.

Luke saw Eve before the catastrophes started. They went to the same school (he was a year over her) and sometimes he saw her while strolling to the streets.

The first time he talked to her was approximately two years ago. He noticed a phone flying through the air and saw a sad and angry Evette sitting in front of her house. He cheered her up and invited her to eat with his family. His little sister loved Evette and soon they became best friends.

They tell each other everything. Eve is kinda like another sister to him. He told her what the catastrophes took from him and he listened when Eve told him about her past.

Both love to make challenges and races for each other. He is taller than her but she is more agil.

When Eve got kidnapped, he was very worried. He searched for her for weeks but never left his family for long. Just disappearing was not Evettes thing, so something had to be wrong but he can’t lose his sister and mother ether.

Little did he know, that more chaos was coming for him.

Fun Facts about him:

- his full Name is “Luke Benson Rymer” and sometimes I type “Rhymer” (haha, I’m just stupid)

- his symbol in my story varies. At first, it was a “finish-flag” because he was Eves goal but somehow I also gave him a cheetah because he is fast. Now I go by a house

- In my very first draft, he lost his little sister but now I changed some things

- He has a wild range of animal facts. Eve always thinks that she knows all of them but then he has a new weird fact

- Even if someone could think that Luke and Eve are a couple they’re not, okay?

- I recently decided to write some chapters in his POV because I had a brilliant idea! * evil laugh *

Here is a mini moodboard for him (pictures found on Pinterest and yes, his face claim is timothée chalamet (don't judge me))

Other characters: Evette, Dean, James, Calvin, Juniper, Elian

tagging: @introchasingstars

#writing #just write #meet ...#luke #writeblr #story #author #writers on tumblr #creative writing #artist #writing community #art #writer #character #evette #family

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 1 year ago

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From Brazil to Germany: Marking Indigenous Peoples' Day

They are the biggest victims of climate change; they suffer from land grabbing and disenfranchisement. The UN marks a day to raise awareness for Indigenous peoples.

International Day of the World's Indigenous Peoples is marked on August 9 every year; the date was chosen in recognition of the first meeting of the UN Working Group on Indigenous Populations, held in Geneva in 1982.

For Indigenous communities and human rights groups around the world, it is an opportunity to celebrate their traditions and knowledge, but also to denounce the illegal exploitation of natural resources as well as the political and economic marginalization of Indigenous peoples.

German organizations are also marking the day: "There are problematic cases on every continent," Eliane Fernandes of the German NGO Society for Threatened Peoples tells DW, "in North America, in South America, in Central America, in Australia, Asia, even here in northern Europe or in Russia."

Indigenous peoples are the descendants of populations from inhabited areas that were conquered, colonized or became an established state.

According to the UN, there are about 476 million members of Indigenous communities living in 90 countries worldwide. While they make up less than 5% of the world's population, they account for 15% of the poorest.

"Indigenous peoples are inheritors and practitioners of unique cultures and ways of relating to people and the environment," according to the Society for Threatened Peoples.

#brazil #politics #environmental justice #indigenous rights #germany #international politics #united nations #brazilian politics #german politics #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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tx-828 · 1 year ago

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oc reference list (non-clones)

why. is it so hard to write down the things i know about them. anybody else just have a vague feeling of a character’s personality along with an incapability to translate it into character traits. i’m dying

hurst (human, they/them/theirs)

ran away from home and joined a crew of salvagers so they could see the galaxy

qai’zel kirosi (wroonian, she/her/hers)

a salvager/pilot who owns her own ship. she and fitz are inseparable besties

fitz (harch, she/her/hers)

a cheerful person who’s good at lifting scrap and making people feel at ease. has a lot of hobbies like knitting and making dolls, and loves to explain and teach people her crafts. made her living as a conwoman before she became a spacer

welso tebb (human/zabrak, he/him/his)

used to be a salvager with qai, fitz, and hurst but moved to coruscant in the past couple years. he likes to keep busy and meet new people so he has a lot of part time jobs, mostly serving in restaurants. (he ended up employed as a lounge singer at one place but he doesn’t tell his friends bc he thinks it’s embarrassing)

hurst loves him even though they didn’t spend much time together and gets excited to go back to coruscant and see him

reza kirosi (wroonian, he/him/his)

qai’zel’s brother. they’re from a working family but reza has made himself rich as a “businessman”. he’s made a lot of important connections but is definitely in deeper with his business partners than he likes to think

has a biiig crush on welso. he watches this guy wipe down tables in coruscant’s greasiest diner like “pleeease let me wrap you in the finest silks”

solace (human, she/her/hers)

a skilled slicer who sometimes works for reza. she became roommates with welso after reza introduced them

amisen (mikkian, he/him/his)

hurst’s childhood friend and their bodyguard before hurst ran away. they dated in secret as young adults up until then.

trinne (human & 1/4 twi’lek, she/her/hers)

grew up with hurst since infancy and was made hurst’s chief attendant when they grew up. kind of pushed into the role of the responsible one once hurst got fed up and started to rebel

etikka (human/twi’lek hybrid, she/her/hers)

trinne’s mother and hurst’s gestational carrier. she was peltra’s friend and attendant before she resigned to have her first baby. she ended up living in the palace again when peltra asked her to carry hurst. trinne and hurst were raised together by etikka during their early years

elian (human, she/her/hers)

she was the allstar of the royal guard training program and became hurst’s chief bodyguard. she took amisen under her wing bc she thinks he’s cute like a puppy. she’s gay and likes teasing trinne

peltra (human, she/her/hers)

hurst’s mother, a space princess. expected hurst to be exactly like her and could not fathom that her child couldn’t meet expectations due to mental illness

ilne (human, he/him/his)

peltra’s ex and hurst’s bio father. peltra’s punishment for being so shitty to him was that their kid inherited everything that annoyed her about him

anais kort (devaronian, she/her/hers)

you know anais right. a young adult jedi with powers strongly tied to the emotional states of others. she was drafted to lead a battalion partway through the war. she and finn ertay were in love as teens and separated themselves to avoid becoming overly attached

greeley (unknown species, xe/xir/xirs)

anais’s mentor, a jedi who worked in secret intelligence during the war

irrah (mirialan, she/her/hers)

greeley’s padawan before anais. she completed her knighthood trials but joined the educorps to help serve remote communities

mohlo (nautolan, she/her/hers)

a teen who was one of a group irrah rescued from a sweatshop. mohlo had no family to be reunited with so irrah decided to take care of her

thimri (tholothian, he/him/his)

childhood friend of anais and finn who became a jedi healer

#hopefully i will come back and fill in more information as time goes on #like i have with my clone oc list #for now have some cursory information!#i'm tired #cornelis was here #star wars ocs #my ocs

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years ago

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WWTG22: The Welcome Ball 2.0; Prim’s version

“Don’t worry, I’m a good enough dancer for the both of us,” she whispered, as the first notes of the waltz began to play.

Primrose started to dance, and Malcolm was still nervous and tense. She whispered “Breathe. Right now, the only thing that matters is us.” She gently squeezed her hand into his shoulder as a reassurance, and kept guiding him, their eyes never parting from the other. a sky blue meeting the blue sea, like Gaia and Uranus found one another again.

Though her heart was racing, she told herself that she’d be the one who was calm and collected. She whispered him to follow her lead and think of nothing else but the dance. He spun her around, and Primrose’s breath caught in her lungs, but said nothing of it. His rather big shoe nearly stopped on her, but Primrose’s quick feet prevented it, and Malcolm nodded her thank you.

The next step was for Malcolm to pick her up and he did, and was surprised of how light she was. He easily spun her around, and slowly put her on the floor, their noses nearly touching. She prayed that Elian was far enough not to hear her heartbeat, that was as quick as a hummingbird. His hand moved to her lower back and dipped her, and she took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. When she came back to him, they were close again-- too close. She could hear him gulp, and she was glad that she was not the only one.

With one last spin, the song stopped and everyone clapped. Malcolm gently kissed her hand and she curtsied to him, her cheeks warm from the activity “I look forward our next dance.”

“As do I. You’re an excellent teacher, Lady Gray.”

She smiled and he left, probably to drink champagne. She could notice a presence behind her, and she quickly spun around to find Henry, and she sighed of relief. He was quick to ask her to dance, as they had done every Christmas. Primrose smiled “Thought you’d never ask.”

The minuet started, and they went to the dancefloor, and the guests clapped, glad to see the iconic couple back into the dancefloor. Henry politely bowed, and so did Primrose, and soon began dancing, imitating the other’s gestures and talking back-and-forth, teasing one another “It’s a crying same you can’t dance with Elian, truly.”

“It’s fine. Last thing we want is to cause you another scandal. You’ve got enough in your plate with Lord Archibald and your dissolved engagement to Mr. Devlin.”

She nodded, and enjoyed the last minutes of the minuet, bowing again and everyone clapped. When everyone started talking to one another and Henry was gone, she beckoned her trusted valet, Ms. Barry, to come to her, “Aye, my lady?”

“When everyone goes to bed, please ask Mr. Goldcrest and His Highness to come here. Lit a few candles as well.”

“Of course, ma’am. Anything else?”

“Yes. Do keep this to yourself.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

She smiled and turned around to find a nervous William Devlin waiting for her conversation to end. He bowed politely and asked “May I have this next dance?”

She nodded, now a bit nervous-- she had done many events with Mr. Devlin, but this time, all eyes would be on them. This had been agreed between Lord Carlisle and her father to show everyone there was no bad blood between the families and that all was well.

The moment the country dance started, Prim sighed relieved. Though very jumpy and with far more movement, it was lighthearted and fun to do. The jolly song started, and William and Primrose started to dance and spin, and soon the majority of guests joined, forgetting for a moment their troubles. William and Primrose spun around, and she couldn’t help but laugh, and so did he. Soon, the dance ended and they bowed to one another, breathless and smiling. The applause was sound and everyone whispered about how good they got along.

When she went for a small bottle of champagne, she spotted the Earl of Wexford holding a scented handkerchief. It had the initials N.S embroidered beautifully and whispered “Missing a certain sultana, are you?”

He gasped, waking from his trance and nodded, fully knowing he couldn’t fool the lady “I was wondering if she would’ve accepted to be here, should she had remained in England. She’s probably to marry a Pasa of the empire.”

“What if she isn’t? If I’ve learnt something this past year, is that true love finds its way back where they belong.”

“And where is that, my lady?”

Primrose smiled “Where they are loved.”

She curstied and left, sipping her champagne and spotting her father talking to Jesse Seymour. A wave of feelings came over her. She still loved her father, but was hurt and betrayed of his role in her engagement and his true intentions. He looked over his shoulder and spotted her. He grinned at her, but she just couldn’t. His confession still hurt.

She emptied the glass and went over to talk to Miss Fawley, who was trying to keep track of a conversation between her fiancé and a guest she was yet to recognize.

Midnight fell upon Winbourne, and Elian was looking for Primrose. When he saw candlelight in the hall, he went there... to find an equally confused Henry, who was looking for her as well. They both were surprised and delighted to find one another there “Elian. Primrose summoned you here as well?”

“Yes. I wonder where that girl is.”

Henry was about to propose to look for her when another candle was lit and a beautifully romantic sonata started playing... with Primrose there, sitting in front of the gigantic piano. Elian chuckled and Henry smiled.

Elian offered his hand “May I have this dance, Your Royal Highness?”

Henry beamed, playing alone “You may, Mr. Goldcrest.”

Primrose kept playing as both men danced in the small but intimate candlelight. focused on no one but them. Henry was smiling wide, and Elian had a small smile on his lips, clearly glad he got to dance with Henry in the end, with no scrutiny. Impossible to miss the sparks between them, who put to shame electricity itself.

At one point, Henry rested his head on Elian’s shoulder and Elian rested his on Henry’s head, both savouring this rare moment. Primrose gave them one more minute, making the song a bit longer. Then, she got up and told them to enjoy a few minutes more and they promised not to leave evidence.

Content to have helped the lovers, she headed upstairs to her room, but not without glancing at Malcolm’s.

Malcolm Stolberg-Burke and Henry of Alderly belongs to @gaygryffindorgal

Elian Goldcrest belongs to @potionboy3

Selina Fawley belongs to @gcldensnitch

Simon Battersea belongs to @unfortunate-arrow

#weekendwiththegrays #wwtg22 #oc: primrose sabrina gray #malcolm stolberg-burke #grayburke #primrose x malcolm #henry of alderly #elian goldcrest #helian #simon battersea #selina fawley #this was some sort of continuation to gryff's amazing ficlet and a bit of helian on prim's pov #will upload jadia and aderva's part!!!

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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So do you have a theory about Papa archeron's deal with koschei? Could it have to do something with Lucien or herself? Elain being a seer. I think she knows more than she has told anyone. I have a theory that Eris may be helping her train? Maybe he's the elderly fae whose gardens. She's helping. Also cause he is the most likely to tell her about the night courts inner secrets. My other thought is on her ex Grayson and his family. Could they have been working with koschei all along. Giving him women. Elain did say that they needed a women's touch. And if it's a retelling of bloudend. The Welsh story. Sorry if I misspelled. Wouldn't it be a love spell with her and Grayson. Also would foreshadowed Elian telling them not to hurt Grayson. And when Rhys asked Azriel if he was spying on Lucien. He said no. Than Rhys asked him about Grayson. Azriel said if Lucien kills Grayson. That wouldn't bother him. Or something like that. I used to be team Azriel and elain. Now Lucien and Elain after carefully rereading. They both are have similar personalities. Except Lucien is an extrovert. Elain clutch her fork white knuckles. Lucien clutched his fork during one of first dinners with the inner circle. I believe it was directed towards amren. And his knuckles turned white too. Just my thoughts. And I need a new acotar book. I actually have a feeling we will see Bryce and Elain have a friendship. Hopefully in crescent City three. Bryce gets along with everyone and I feel elain being by herself. That's whose she's going to naturally go towards. Maybe help her with her gardens and cooking. Bryce likes to keep busy. I also could see Elain making Bryce her favorite foods. Elain still hasn't found her self. Bryce is lost in another world. Naturally, I feel they will understand each other without having to speak. Sorry for the long posts

No apologies necessary!

Honestly, I never thought there was all that much behind the deal Koschei made with Papa Archeron.

In order to gain the Bone Carver's aid in the war, Feyre had to obtain the Ouroboros (not sure if I spelled that right) simply because he wanted to know if she'd do it. Rhys also made a bargain with the weaver (I don't think we ever figured out what deal that was). So that's two "Death Gods" who agreed to bargains that weren't all that big a deal.

I imagine it's something similar for Koschei. Maybe he wanted something that he hasn't had in long time, being trapped at the lake. Papa Archeron was the "Prince of Merchants" so I'd think there would be some physical item he traded for Vassa's temporary freedom.

I know there are some theories that it somehow involved Elain but I really don't know that two people can enter a bargain while involving a third person who has no say in whether they want to be part of that bargain.

I also think Lucien is aware of what the bargain was and he doesn't seem all that worried that it has anything to do with Elain:

"Is she really - ?"

"Yes. But your father, ever the negotiator..." A sad, small smile toward that burnt grass. "He managed to cut a deal with Vassa's keeper to come here. Temporarily, but...better than nothing."

I can't imagine he's not been informed of exactly what the deal was, especially since he's now been living with Vassa. Either when he met up with Papa Archeron and Vassa or during his time with her, I imagine he learned of the trade and if it was something for him to worry about because it has something to do with Elain, he would be more concerned.

Not to mention in SF, SJM retconned him meeting up with Vassa and Papa Archeron while they marched to battle and made it so he was at the lake with Papa Archeron. Again, the bargain is something he should be aware of, all things considered.

I have noticed similarities for Elain and Lucien as it aligns with the fairytale of Blodeuwedd however I see Az as being involved rather than Graysen. It's possible we'll see Elain finally stand up to him at some point in her book but I'm hoping we don't see that she's heavily pining for him anymore.

I do agree that Elain and Lucien have been written as being extremely compatible though! It's entertaining to see how similar their mannerisms are in completely different scenes where they aren't even together. I think it's be fun when we finally see them interact for real and those similarities are super evident.

Thank you for your message and have a great night!

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rainyearning · 2 years ago

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wanted plots: blooddates

There are agencies that have specialized escorts that meet with vampires. It’s usually held as civil dates that definitely have the purpose that the vampire gets to feed from the escort. The vampires sign forms that they do take care of the human (maybe other creatures if these are available) meaning that they have the human fed, hydrated before they feed from them and cared for after the act. Depending on how sensual the experience is, escorts and clients have sex but it’s usually not the reason for those dates to happen.

The usual clients of these agencies are modern vampires that aren’t exactly fond of feeding from humans and usually go for bloodbanks instead since they don’t want to abuse people, but do crave the human contact and intimacy of a private feeding every once in a while.

for Elian: Looking for an escort he either deals with for the first time or someone he meets regularily, usually he only wants to feed from them but it always ends in some form of therapy lesson, cuddling (and sex) with the potential of them falling in love. (Elian is a submissive bottom that is gay, Song Mingi fc)

for Haru: Looking for a client, Haru works for an agency and meets with all kind of vampires, though lately someone pays extra to have him exclusively booked for fancy blood dates, it’s usually pretty gifts, very expensive food and amazing hotel suits they meet in. (Haru is a verse bottom that is gay, Kim Hongjoong fc)

#wishlist.

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lights-flickering-flame · 19 days ago

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In honor of having finished base Endwalker. I have come here to say a few things...

1. I 100% picture Eliane trying to either touch or hug Haurchefant's shield in the aetherial sea.

2. Her break after endwalker. First off, after that fight with Zenos. She was pretty much stuck recovering for a while. I picture it as a well needed lazy time. She was taken back to Ishgard where she'd recuperate. She wrote to her fellow Scions often to ensure she was doing alright and they needed need to worry about how her recovery was going.

3. Everyone asking what she is gonna do for awhile? She gonna be with her son and husband. Just saying! Then take little Aiden to sightsee some of the places she's been to now that things cooled off

A sub set to this is that she finally decided what to do with her family's old manor. She ends up in the process of making it some sort of orphanage for kids who's family was lost in the dragonsong war. She thinks if she can help at least a few not go through what she did in her early teen years. Then it'll be a positive thing. Though, she technically owns it. She let's others do the work for her. For the most part, she wants to remain as lowkey as possible. (I know it sounds corny... but she was homeless and it's nice to think about...)

4. SHE OWES GRAHA TIA THAT TOUR OF ISHGARD!! she gonna do it. He gonna meet some dragons

#ooc ari rambles #[eliane headcanon]#Eliane at midgar like *pokes with stick* wake up already. we have a bond. I miss you

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romanrosearchive · 19 days ago

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L’Idylle au crépuscule, Louis Derthal (1935)

The Idyll at Dusk

Eliane Darvet is a “modern, emancipated Eve,” a graduate of the Sorbonne and a journalist by training who scoffs at the thought of ever falling in love and subordinating herself to a man. However modern she may be, she is fed up with cosmopolitan Paris (and her childhood friend turned abusive step-mother) and leaves for her grandmother’s residence in the countryside. There, she meets two men of importance: Pierre, a young, tall, and handsome farmhand who is surprisingly well-spoken, and Arnaud de Pradelles, a middle-aged man recently come home after failing to achieve the American Dream. M. de Pradelles falls in love with Eliane at first sight and, with much trepidation, asks for her hand in marriage. Eliane accepts his proposal with the “cold logic of a modern girl.” In addition to the financial benefits, she can stay true to herself as his wife; she doesn’t have to worry about falling in love with him. During their engagement, however, Eliane continues to stumble upon Pierre. Their relationship has a rocky start: flustered Eliane—who’s already half in love with him, even if she hasn’t realized it—lashes out at him more than once, and with his cool indifference to her temper and his penchant for authority, Pierre only adds fuel to the flames. This changes, however, when Eliane goes on an impromptu day trip to escape her smothering fiancé. She runs into Pierre, and the two spend the day together walking through the countryside hand-in-hand. Just like that, Eliane is in love and loved back. She regrets having been so wrong; love is not the opposite of freedom, but it’s freedom itself. She ends her engagement with Arnaud—for which everyone is glad except the man himself—and accepts Pierre’s hand in marriage, her sights set on an idyllic future of love and happiness.

#romance novels #1935 #1930s #Louis Derthal #french literature

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yaqamole · 1 year ago

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Cumano Thoughts

I sent this into a discord server and decided the world needs to see my thoughts about these two because I love them

Okay so as far as nationverse goes, they met in the late 19th century shortly before Romano was set to work for America. In my personal headcanons, he knew he would have to go to America eventually but wanted to put it off for as long as possible. This led to him hopping around Latin America for a few years. But his time with Cuba ended up sticking out to him the most.

His arrival was during a very rough period for Cuba though so the two of them were meeting in extremely vulnerable states. Romano coming from a lot of tension, rejection, and failure in Europe and Elian actively getting his independence from Spain.

Despite the fact that he did come from a low spot, he still had an attitude that made him come off extremely entitled when they met and Cuba was *not* having it. The first part of their relationship with each other was really rough because Lorenzo was trying to prove he wasn't like the rest of Europe and Elian being extremely skeptical.

They do end up bonding though and theres a lot that they see in each other that really builds their relationship. One of the biggest things being how they view masculinity in themselves and each other. I headcanon Romano to be trans and to have struggled a lot in the 18th and 19th centuries when it came to his masculinity and how he defined it. And as for Elian, he struggles a lot with having a healthy relationship with masculinity due to the strict gender roles and expectations the Spanish brought with them that stuck around. Neither of them viewed themselves as where they wanted to be when it came to their masculinity.

The funny thing is though, they admired the others masculinity as it was. Elian thought it admirable for Lorenzo to be in touch with a more emotional and sensitive side of himself and being willing to be open to habits that a lot of people would have deemed feminine at the time. He saw someone who knew who he was and wasn't restricted by rigid definitions of gender and he wanted that for himself.

As for Lorenzo, he saw strength in Elian like no other. He saw someone that was proud and kept himself together and represented the type of man that his people needed to represent them. He looked at Elian and saw the ideal masculine in him. To him, Cuba was someone that couldn't be robbed of his masculinity because he seemed so sure of himself and his identity.

This ends up being one of the biggest things that starts their bond. Them seeing more in each other than they saw in themselves. Having someone see more to them than what they feared the most. And it really created that environment for them to bond over other things and open up to each other about more things that they typically kept under wraps

#cumano #hws cuba #hws romano #hetalia #hetalia world stars #yaqas headcanons

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blackrosebookstore · 19 days ago

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Master Elian Vane (A friend)

High Republic Era

Alpha Male

Bisexual

Elian Vane is like Severus and the Lord of the Night in that he follows the Path of the Mind. Elian had a normal childhood in the creche always bearing the outline of a potential mate bond on his wrist. It wouldn't fill in until well after he was Knighted and had already stepped away from the order as Jedi are allowed to do according to a practice Master Yoda put into play. Elian's true calling was to craft specialty weapons and match them to their owners. Although he was adept as a warrior and a capable Knight as well as learning all that he could from the archives. Even though he had left the order, like Dooku he still had access to the library and archives. In the course of his personal studies, he encountered a young healer trainee who had been marked for the Hidden Path. They began a secret relationship that no one knew about or needed to know about since she was actually Service Corps and not a Jedi Padawan. She had already bonded with Maul and after their first encounters, his mate mark would be revealed to be a cluster of beautiful and delicate shells to represent his mate. While she bore a lightsaber hilt on her leg as representive of Elian. He and Maul would eventually meet in the Lower Levels of Coruscant and become good friends agreeing on many things especially where it came to their shared Omega female. She in the meantime continued in service to the Jedi Order until after Qui-Gon Jinn was murdered by Maul. It was around that time that Elian Vane came forward offering to take Miyabi as his Padawan before the council and revealing that she was his destined mate. Although he is a perfectionist and can be a bit distant at times, he loves his omega very much. He has taken over her training for Maul and also is helping to make sure she is balanced and draws no unneeded attention to their family or herself. That way, his warrior brother can focus on building his empire and defeating Sidious. Together Miyabi and Elian can pass themselves off as Jedi throughout the Clone Wars helping where they can and also gathering information that the Shadow Collective can use.

#original character #my friends ocs

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hoshizorax · 12 days ago

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𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗇 ⸻ dmc verse timeline of events along with the games

Pre-DMC 3 - Pre-DMC 1

17 - the sacrifice happens. this entails noriko gaining her powers and sight of the six eyes from the likes of the demon who demanded her serve under them in exchange for her soul. her body reacts like a cambion's would. this means that she can not die by any simple means. she can be impaled, shot, etc, but she can not die. it will cause a shock and blood but it doesn't do anything really. she ends up with the scar that spans from right below her neck down to her naval. a few months afterward, she leaves her coven. also begins experimenting with the powers that she has. is able to transport using wisps of shadows and hiding within. gets a weapon made specifically for her powers. this is also the time where she makes her family believe she is dead.

18 - she begins working and taking jobs here and there. nothing much that pays. there isn't much of an option. slowly getting acclimated to her powers. discovering that she can slice using the shadows she gathers. also able to conjure small shadow monsters to fight for her. she is very much homeless still and sleeps in various locations outside. trees, small shelters, rooftops, etc.

19/20 - noriko begins looking for better jobs but she isn't having much luck. someone eventually tells her about dante. tells her that there is a possibility that he could give her bigger and better work that would pay better. this is where her and dante meet. she's not much of a talker but she gets a good job or two out of him that solidifies that maybe she should stick around for a while. her abilities end up advancing more during this time. the ability to take control of lesser demons and such to fight against their own kind.

20-23 - various things happen. along with sharpening her skills with her shadow powers, chanting, and singing, she ends up working more along with dante himself. agreeing to help when asked. taking bigger jobs and various smaller ones independently. doing all she can to earn money. during this time, she also begins crashing at the office building on dante's couch when he doesn't mind until finding out that when she isn't sleeping on his couch she is sleeping outside somewhere. that's when he tells her to stay. she reluctantly agrees but also pays him back for being there. whether he argues or not, that's neither here nor there. the more they spent with one another, the feelings begin to surface with noriko. there was a pretty passionate confession underneath the moonlight after a date together.

23-26 - this is where things kind of get a bit tense in many different ways. noriko ends up getting captured and taken to hell. dante ends up tearing his way through to save her along with showing her his devil trigger. this didn't change anything. in fact, she ended up loving him more after that. it was evident in their emotions running wild. both being very liberal about their intimate times. which also caused her unexpected pregnancy with their first child, elian. not married, living in the office building, and now they were expecting a child. noriko took time off from jobs due to such things while dante took over doing jobs. she made sure to take any calls and manage their money during those nine months before the birth of their son when they were twenty-six. two years before the events of dmc 1.

26-28 - she spent this time still taking care of their son while dante did those jobs. tending to the money while also basically being a secretary so he didn't have to worry about that. setting money aside for an apartment they would hopefully get so they didn't have to live in the office building. mikage ends up becoming an ability so she can use it to keep an eye out for dante or others nearby for security reasons.

DMC 1 - Pre-DMC 4

28+ - as much as she wanted to be able to help dante on this wild goose chase that he was going through, she was still tending to their son as they didn't really have many to truly rely on watching and taking care of him. tending to the office (and getting repairs done after a certain blonde decided to ride her motorcycle through the entrance), and taking on smaller jobs while he was gone. selling artifacts she finds to make that extra money. she also had mikage out to keep as much of an eye on dante as she could while not being able to be there to assist him. it was a hard thing but she knew he had to take care of mundus. he would only threaten them further if he was left undealt with. it took quite a bit of time before he was back with her and this new friend he had made. a woman that looked like his mother. that was quite the strange thing for her but mundus had created her and well--what was she to say?

their home life was a bit easier but she could tell there was something bothering dante. she had found out about the ordeal with vergil. it was quite a discovery and she felt horrible for him knowing that he had to fight his own brother. it was something she didn't have much experience with but she comforted him the best she could. during this time they were able to get more comfortable with money. able to put money back during this time for an actual home and even some extra. during this time, they also got married. noriko taking the sparda name proudly and officially. she was able to find them an apartment big enough for all of them that was a decent price in redgrave city. it seemed all was going well before dante had to leave off on another big job.

noriko stayed home once more while he was gone. she sent off mikage to keep an eye on him once more. following him around as he took to hunting down this arius man. there was only so much she could do or watch before mikage had to be called back to her so she could rest. it seemed there was something nefarious going on and this man.. there wasn't a good feeling at all knowing what this man might be capable of. no, she had that feeling that he was absolutely going to change their lives.

with the thought of dante coming home, and tending to the office, she hadn't expected a knock to come to her door. usually, dante just came in but she took a moment away from tending to her son to go and see who it was. well, it was a woman with red hair who had explained to her that dante was in hell and there was a good chance he wouldn't make it back out. it shocked her before it really sank in that she had no idea if she would see him again. no idea if their son would see his father again. there wasn't really any time for her to mope about as she had to figure out what to do. she had to pick up jobs and such to keep the lights on and food in the home. it was going to be rough. mentally, emotionally, physically.

it had taken her some time before she realized that she would have to get in touch with her family once more. they believed her dead for years due to her just disappearing out of their lives around the time she was 17. she would need all the help she could get with raising elian who was around the age of 5 or 6 by this time. what she hadn't known was that dante had spoke to elian before he had left. his only responsibility was to look after his mother. that is exactly what he did. during the times where she wasn't working a job and was taking care of elian, elian was making sure she was smiling as much as possible and making sure she was okay. even though she was hiding a lot of her pain. she cherished her son and he was her rock during the almost year that dante was gone.

dante's return was an emotional one. one where she soaked up his attention for the time she could before she went to get their son from his grandmother's home. once that had been done, she spent the majority of her time tending to dante as well as their son. while elian looked after his mother, he also looked after his father. noriko had to explain that the place his papa went had took a lot out of him mentally. having him understand that papa isn't exactly the same but he still loved him and cared about him. during that time, noriko worked jobs and brought in money while dante rested at home while looking after elian. it was a very difficult time but she was more than willing to pick up as much of the pieces as she could. during her time out and doing jobs, she figures out she can make almost like a bubble to protect others or trap as things can not enter nor exit unless she looses consciousness or concentration. she also can conjure much larger shadow beings.

#𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌. // noriko gojo #𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗇 ⸻ dmc verse #tw long post #𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗎𝖾. //#// this is part 1 #// part 2 will be out once i'm done with dmc 4 and dmc 5 #// i likely forgot a few things power-wise but i'll likely make a post in depth with those

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