#FORBIDDEN SOULMATES

[hot-astrology]

Souls on Fire

(Soul Ties)

As we traverse the pages of life, we cross paths with a multitude of souls. Yet, some among them ignite a flame within us, a primal force that beckons us towards them. At a deeper level, our essence recognizes them and whispers that there is more to our story together - a contract to fulfill or unfinished tales to unravel. In this physical realm, it can be hard to remember this due to the barriers that are placed on us. We weren't even given a chance to understand what our soul is, let alone soul ties.

These particular souls we meet bring with them an energy of karma, passion, or pure love. There are numerous types of karmic ties that fall under these titles, but we are focusing on the 3 most prominent ones to further give you an understanding of how you may encounter them throughout our life. There are karmic, twin flames, and soulmates. There’s a saying that you have 3 loves in a lifetime.

KARMICS

The 1st is usually when you're younger or in a stage of immaturity. This is where you guys may idealize each other, and most time's it may start off as friends or having no title to the relationship. This one teaches you boundaries. This karmic relationship will be very interesting, intense, emotionally draining & passionate. You will crave this person sexually. They will be co-dependent for each other's energy as well presence knowing that they are kryptonite. These relationships can bring alcoholism, abuse in all forms, narcissism, and jealousy. They will have you on an emotional roller-coaster, mind lost, soul gone, and reaching out for help consciously but subconsciously yearning for more pain, not even knowing why. The way you meet can be a fated meet like no other and will seem like you would never meet anyone with their deep sexual energy intense hold on your soul. Yet, at the same time, you would never want to run into someone like that person again. They remind you of all the hurt & lessons, and mind fuck games they had you in, you had to learn these lessons, even through all the difficult, murky, lustful waters of sexuality and deceit. I like to say this one is the karmic relationship. This karmic debt is to help change you, and mold you into a more conscious individual who can know when lust and sexual craves can put you in a bad situation that can destroy you mentally, physicall, as well as soulfully. You may look back at this one later on, like, "What was i thinking & why did i stay so long?" Karmic relationships can happen at any time in your life but are more prone to happen when you're younger, and soul is less evolved. As you get older, these relationships tend to be very sexual and harder to get away from. It seems like each karmic relationship gets more and more intense when your soul is still yearning for the old karmic thrills. You can encounter numerous karmic partners in one lifetime, depending on how many karmic lessons you need for your soul to evolve and ascend to the next journey.

Twinflames

The 2nd can be very skeptical and alluring at the same time, which brings a sense of familiarity & similarity between the two partners. These two can be so alike that they trigger each other without knowing it. The meeting; one can be more attracted to the other. This brings your class dynamic of the twin flame. The runner & the chaser dynamic is what usually results in this duo, which can look crazy to others while you both are playing tag in your relationship. It can feel like an obsessive connection, and the more you talk to each other, the more your souls intertwine without consent. The more you get to know each other you feel like you don't want to leave, yet something keeps exploding between you two, causing separation. The twin flame is a mirror showing you flaws within yourself. Many times, the karmic energy is confused with this because they hold similar traits. Both can end up obsessive, but you'll realize that with the karmic partner, you'll stay in the same place for years with no progression. With a karmic, you two could make plans together that usually won't come true. With a twin flame, there is a chance for it to last but with great challenge and change. This energy is similar to Uranus with a touch of Neptune & Pluto, giving you shocking changes and turning you into a new person. Even through separation, you still feel a psychic connection with the other. It's hard to let go because, inevitably, you're leaving a piece of yourself behind for the better. They show you your flaws that you didn't know you had. This is probably one of the hardest to break. Even if one does try to break it off, the other is likely to keep coming back and be filled with regret. Usually when they both part ways on agreement or one tends to escape then both take time apart and let their soul mature, heal, process and overstand the lesson. Only then, may they reunite and can be a more prolific couple or just be best friends. People tend to have numerous twinflames throughout their lives, and they can be family, friends, neighbors, etc. Today, we are mostly focusing on sexual companionship.

Soulmates

Lastly, the 3rd.... I was going to say that this is a partner you find you truly mesh with and have a lot in common with. Which is true but not entirely. This is the one that comes very unexpectedly, and possibly even when you’ve given up on love or when your soul knows you have evolved and deserve more. When you first lay eyes on them, you can feel that they will cause a huge shift in your life for the better. It's the feeling you get when you've known you met the one. You two complement one another, and think of opposition in astrology. Cancer/Capricorn, Aries/Libra, Pisces/Virgo. It's the merging of the divinity inside each person, masculine & feminine. You can lose all standards and traditional mindsets you have been conditioned with and conformed by when it comes to this partner. You suddenly just flow like the water down a creek, and everything else falls into line as it's supposed to. You two may find many similarities yet differences, but nothing is ever perfect. You teach each other for a higher calling and purpose usually this is the time when your soul is ready and has been through so much turmoil and pain or yet you could be a blessed soul that went straight for the goal and gained this emaculate relationship without the the other intense relationships. The soulmate is the one your soul has been yearning for. This is someone you may have known last lifetime or multiple past lifetimes. You feel at home with them because they are from your soul family. People usually only meet 1 soulmate, or they never get a chance to meet them due to so much time and lessons dealing with the lustful and chaotic side of the less fortunate relationships. The world can distance or distract you away from one another, but it's only so long that this pull and connection can be restricted and restrained.

In some cases, we may try to avoid these karmic debts, but it's important to recognize that evolved souls deal with them in a positive approach. In fact, these experiences can be seen as a spiritual mindset for growth and transformation. By facing these challenges head-on, we can develop a stronger sense of resilience and inner strength that can help us navigate future obstacles with greater ease. By taking this information in, we want you to dive deep. Deeper than you have ever gone to your souls core. Listen to its stir of echoes that ripple against your soft internal essence that talks to you from within and guides you through the dark shadow nights and unfamiliar relationships with other entities. They are also here to experience the unexpected and unfamiliar mentally and, also, familiar spiritually. Every experience is not to be great and cherished. Many are to wake you, shake you, and break you into your new souls enlightened path. This creates a new perspective on life, people, relationships, boundaries, accountability, acceptance, desires, self-love, self-worth, and knowing you deserve your soulmate.

If anyone has these type of experiences, and would like to share your experiences, we would love to hear about them in our Ask Box! If you want to know if you're currently dealing with these energies or if you were previously involved with these energies. We are open for readings. Please feel free to email us at Hotastrology444@gmail.com for a composite, synastry, or natal chart reading!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐳 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬...

Fire Divider By graphics-cafe

[crimsonlovebartylus]

bartylus nation, i present to you a mafia bartylus one shot written by my amazing bestfriend. <3

[louventcavaliersx]

Imagine:

As the heir of Viserys, your love for Daemon blossomed in secrecy, veiled from all suspicion. Yet, when fate bound you to another in matrimony, Daemon unfurled your clandestine bond, casting it into the realm's gaze, where your love danced openly for all to behold.

As the cherished and esteemed son of Otto, the noble lord, you were ensnared in a gradual embrace of corruption by the Rogue Prince, a scheme designed to stoke the ire of your beloved father's heart.

FCs: Daemon Targaryen, played by Matt Smith. Geralt of Rivia, played by Henry Cavill.

Might delete it later...

[small-z24]

One-Shot: A Prophecy

Summary: 

In "Shadows of Destiny," Y/N, a warrior from the Spring Court, and Azriel, the Night Court's spymaster, find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other despite an ancient prophecy that fates them to kill one another. As their love grows amidst political turmoil and war, they defy fate's cruel design. When Y/N's sacrifice breaks the cycle, her soul finds refuge in Azriel's shadows, allowing their love to transcend even death

Word Count: 1709

Warnings: This story includes themes of prophecy and destiny, character death, intense emotional scenes, and battle violence. Readers should be aware of these elements as they navigate the narrative.

The ancient prophecy had haunted Y/N for as long as she could remember. It spoke of soulmates destined to find each other, only to be torn apart by fate. The twist was that these soulmates were fated to kill each other, their love doomed to end in bloodshed. As a warrior of the Spring Court, Y/N had always dismissed such tales as myth, until she met Azriel.

Their paths first crossed on a battlefield, amidst the chaos of a skirmish between the Spring and Night Courts. Y/N had fought fiercely, her skills unmatched, until she found herself face-to-face with Azriel. His shadows swirled around him, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Their eyes locked, and she felt a jolt of recognition, a pull that went beyond the physical.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil around them.

Azriel's gaze was intense, his voice low and compelling. "Azriel of the Night Court. And you?"

"Y/N of the Spring Court," she replied, her grip tightening on her weapon.

They circled each other warily, the sounds of battle fading into the background. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them. Despite the tension, there was an undeniable connection, a strange familiarity that neither could ignore.

"You're strong," Azriel observed, his tone almost admiring.

"So are you," Y/N countered, her heart pounding.

Before they could engage, a sudden surge of reinforcements from both sides forced them apart. Y/N lost sight of Azriel in the chaos, but the memory of their encounter lingered, haunting her thoughts.

Months passed, and Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that fate had more in store for her and Azriel. She found herself thinking of him often, wondering if he felt the same pull, the same inexplicable bond.

Their next encounter came during a diplomatic mission to Velaris. Y/N had been chosen to accompany Tamlin, a rare gesture of goodwill between the courts. As they arrived at the House of Wind, her heart raced with anticipation. She knew Azriel would be there, and she was both excited and terrified to see him again.

Sure enough, Azriel was there to greet them, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of recognition. Y/N felt the same jolt as before, the same undeniable pull.

"Welcome to Velaris," Azriel said, his voice calm but his gaze intense.

"Thank you," Y/N replied, forcing herself to remain composed.

The days that followed were filled with tense negotiations and formal gatherings. Yet, despite the political tension, Y/N and Azriel found themselves drawn to each other. They exchanged glances across crowded rooms, their connection growing stronger with each passing day.

One night, unable to sleep, Y/N wandered through the gardens of the House of Wind. She wasn't surprised to find Azriel there, his shadows a dark contrast to the moonlit flowers.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, his voice soft.

"No," she admitted, joining him. "Too much on my mind."

They stood in silence for a while, the night air cool and soothing. Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever think about the prophecy?"

Azriel's gaze darkened. "Every day. It's a curse, knowing you're destined to destroy the one you love."

Y/N's heart ached at his words. "What if we could change it? Defy fate?"

He looked at her, his expression a mix of hope and sorrow. "I've thought about it. But fate is a powerful force."

She reached out, taking his hand in hers. "So is love."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, Y/N felt a surge of determination. She refused to accept that they were doomed to kill each other. They had to find another way.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N and Azriel grew closer, their bond deepening despite the looming shadow of the prophecy. They trained together, fought side by side, and shared their hopes and fears. Their love grew, a beacon of light amidst the darkness.

But fate was relentless.

During a crucial battle against Hybern, Y/N found herself facing Azriel once again. This time, it wasn't a skirmish but a full-blown war. As they fought their enemies, the prophecy's shadow loomed over them, a cruel reminder of their destiny.

Amidst the chaos, they were forced to fight each other, the prophecy driving them apart even as their love tried to hold them together. Y/N's heart shattered with every clash of their weapons, every strike that brought them closer to the inevitable.

"Y/N, stop!" Azriel pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. "We don't have to do this!"

Tears streamed down her face as she fought back. "I don't want to, Azriel! But the prophecy..."

"To hell with the prophecy!" he shouted, his shadows swirling around him in a frenzy. "We can fight it, together!"

In that moment, Y/N made a choice. She dropped her weapon, stepping back and lowering her defenses. "I won't fight you, Azriel. I love you too much."

Azriel's eyes filled with anguish as he lowered his own weapon. "Y/N..."

But fate was cruel. A stray arrow, aimed at Azriel, found its mark in Y/N instead. She gasped, pain searing through her as she collapsed to the ground.

"NO!" Azriel cried, rushing to her side. He cradled her in his arms, his shadows desperately trying to heal her.

Y/N looked up at him, her vision blurring. "We... we defied fate, Azriel. We proved... that love is stronger."

Tears streamed down his face as he held her close. "Stay with me, Y/N. Please, stay with me."

With her last breath, she smiled. "I'll always be with you... in the shadows."

As her life faded, Azriel felt a piece of his soul die with her. The prophecy had been fulfilled, but in a way he had never expected. Y/N's sacrifice had broken the cycle, proving that love could indeed defy fate, even if it came at the ultimate cost.

In the days that followed, Velaris mourned the loss of a hero. Y/N's bravery and sacrifice were honored, her name spoken with reverence. Azriel, however, was inconsolable. He withdrew into himself, his shadows dark and restless, a constant reminder of the love he had lost.

Rhysand, Feyre, and the rest of the Inner Circle did their best to support him, but they knew there was no comfort for the kind of pain he was enduring. Rhysand found him one night on a rooftop, staring out over the city.

"Azriel," Rhysand began, his voice gentle. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Azriel didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on the stars. "She was my mate, Rhys. My soulmate. And I lost her because of a damn prophecy."

Rhysand placed a hand on his shoulder. "She loved you, Azriel. And she sacrificed herself to save you. That's a testament to her strength and her love for you."

Azriel's voice broke. "I didn't even get to tell her... how much I loved her. How much she meant to me."

"You showed her," Rhysand said softly. "Every day, you showed her. And she knew."

Azriel finally looked at him, his eyes filled with anguish. "What do I do now, Rhys? How do I go on without her?"

Rhysand's eyes were filled with empathy. "You honor her memory. You live the life she wanted for you. And you remember that her love is still with you, even in the shadows."

Azriel nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I'll try. For her."

As the weeks turned into months, Azriel tried to find solace in his duties, but the pain of losing Y/N never truly faded. One evening, as he sat alone in his room, his shadows swirling around him restlessly, he felt a strange sensation. It was as if one of his shadows was speaking to him, whispering words he couldn't quite make out.

He focused, trying to understand the message. And then, clear as day, he heard her voice.

"Azriel."

His heart stopped. "Y/N?"

The shadow seemed to shimmer, taking on a more defined shape. "I'm here, Azriel. I've always been here."

Tears filled his eyes as he reached out, his hand trembling. "How is this possible?"

Her voice was soft and soothing. "When I died, my soul didn't move on. It found a new home, in your shadows. I couldn't leave you."

Azriel's tears flowed freely. "I've missed you so much."

"I know," she whispered. "I've missed you too. But I'm still with you, Azriel. Always."

He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't known since her death. "I don't know how to go on without you."

"You don't have to," she replied. "We'll face this together. Just like we always have."

From that day forward, Azriel found strength in knowing that Y/N was still with him, her presence a constant comfort. He could hear her voice in the quiet moments, feel her guidance in the darkest of times.

When he needed advice, she was there. When he felt lost, she helped him find his way. And in the moments of deepest sorrow, she reminded him of the love they shared, a love that could never be broken.

One night, as Azriel stood on a rooftop, looking out over Velaris, he felt her presence stronger than ever.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice like a gentle caress.

"About us," he replied. "About the future."

"And what do you see?" she asked.

He smiled, feeling her warmth. "I see a world where our love shines brighter than any prophecy. Where we defy fate, together."

Y/N's laughter filled the air, a beautiful sound that made his heart soar. "I like that vision."

"So do I," he said softly. "And we'll make it a reality. No matter what."

As the stars sparkled above, Azriel knew that their love would guide him through the shadows, a beacon of hope and strength. And with Y/N by his side, he was ready to face whatever the future held.

Together, they would defy fate, proving that love was the most powerful force of all.

[blusnowflakes]

its you, its you, its you

A: "i want you"

B: "you're drunk"

A: "i am. but that doesn't change anything"

B: "you're crazy"

A: "maybe im just crazy for you"

B: “i’m really not worth it"

A: “i get to decide that, stupid.”

B: “are you ready to fight the world with me, then?”

A: “now you’re just being dramatic.”

[greatheartsworld]

Indoor love

Locked door,

No air,

Big windows,

I’m in despair.

Locked love,

No way out,

Every time you leave

I wanna shout.

Three simple words,

Love you baby,

Every time you say it

Day is less shady.

Locked eyes,

for moment or two,

All thoughts I have

Lead me to

Y o u.

[kelbies-fandom-locker]

Sabine fought to find her soulmate and get him home and you can’t tell me otherwise

[xoxo-suki]

Comment if you have specific BTS members in mind for your particular preference of the trope. Alternatively, send me anonymous asks if you'd rather not comment!

[my-adorable-fox]

Evajacks Art using Artbreeder

“I don't know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it's already yours.” - Luk Navarro

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[just-a-few-prompts]

An idea that’s been in my head;

In the werewolf fics I’ve been reading, there tends to be a “fated mate”, a goddess-given connection between you and your soulmate. The second you lay eyes on them, you’re in love. They’re perfect. The union is usually completed with a bite to the shoulder or neck, ‘marking’ each other so that other wolves know that they’re taken.

Another option, if you never find your fated mate, is to take a chosen mate. You pick somebody, and you two mark each other, creating a mate bond. It isn’t as strong as if you’d done it with your real mate, but it’s an option.

So I had an idea when exploring this concept.

The character is one of the leaders of a pack, a pair of chosen mates. They’re known for their strong bond and loyalty to each other despite their bond not being fated or goddess-given. Their pack is strong and well-known, a powerhouse.

One day, they’re fighting another pack, or maybe a small band of rogues.

The character stops an assassination attempt on their partner, tackling the assailant out of the way. They roll to a stop, pinning the assailant down…

And they realize that this assailant is their fated mate.

[lemariee]

Chapter 26

The sounds of enthusiastic cheers shook Gerda out of her pondering thoughts. She glanced around noticing a group of fey and humans drinking out of a large horned cup. It was obvious the crowd would soon be drunk, something she wasn't fond of.

She peeked over to Borra when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye.

Maleficent's hands slithered down his chest towards his abdomen in a suggestive motion. Borra appeared to be enchanted by her seductive behavior. His attention flickered down to the witch with darkened amber eyes, a color he often would have when he was near Gerda. It was strange seeing him eye Maleficent with that precise pigment in his gaze. Maleficent then softly grabbed his hands and lured him towards the crowd who was starting to dance.

Gerda let her guard drop feeling the tension in her body release. Shortly after, Percival and Shrike headed off towards the middle of the hall where other fey creatures swayed around. The tribal movements reminded Gerda of wildlife. Her observation was interrupted by Celtra handing her a mug of water. She eagerly sipped out the mug ignoring the aching hunger that tugged at her stomach. Celtra stood aside misplaced in her thoughts.

"Are you going to join them or did Borra once again leave you with the burden of monitoring me?" Gerda boredly asked, yearning to have a taste of the meats, cheeses, and fresh bread that remained out.

"Just like you, I find myself somewhat uncomfortable around our special guests. Maleficent and Percival aren't too fond of me at the moment." Celtra admitted with her gaze focused on the dancing fey who drunkenly bounced around.

"Why the discomfort? You seemed to be on decent terms with Maleficent the last time you spoke to her." Gerda replied eager for Celtra's response.

"Let's just say that they question my suggestions when it comes to finding archers even though we are facing new threats on our people. They ignore the fact that we are desperate and cannot chance any more loss. We need to consider all options...even ones that are a risk." Celtra admitted with dismay shading her voice.

Gerda set her mug on the floor, growing more interested in their conversation. She wondered just how bad things were and why Celtra was letting her in on such information. Being Borra's slave meant that Gerda was to have no part in their affairs. It had to be forbidden for anyone to speak to her about matters that did not concern her. Celtra was putting far too much trust in her.

"Threats? I was under the impression that Borra had everything under control. From my perspective, it appeared that life in both the Moors and Ulstead was prospering." Gerda said taking pride in knowing that both kingdoms were undergoing their inconveniences.

"Just like any other kingdom, there will always be those who oppose change. Some will resort to uprisings against those who threaten what they believe is right. Until recently, that was only one concern we faced. Now there is a much more worrying danger that requires immediate action." Celtra stressed with genuine concern in her eyes.

Celtra took in Gerda's confusion with hesitation almost as if she was having a debate within her mind. She carefully glanced around making sure no one was within earshot before sighing and continuing with her words.

"There is so much you don't know due to your position among our people. It's quite a shame that one with your talents be wasted away. If your loyalties were with us you most certainly would make a treasured addition to our people, if not the most valuable asset needed." Celtra said with a relaxed demeanor causing Gerda to shockingly stare at her in disbelief.

"If Borra heard what you had told me he would be very displeased. You must be mindful of your words if you value your position in his court. I hunted and killed your people. Have you gone mad?" Gerda said with a shaky voice due to the shock flashing through her.

"And Percival is also responsible for such crimes yet they are overlooked even though he too did the queen's bidding. Everyone chooses to ignore how he remains unpunished and is freely allowed to roam our land and palace. Yet here you are being reminded every day of your wrongdoings." Celtra explained with a vexed voice.

"Yes...I suppose you are correct though none of it matters. I am what I am now. I serve no actual purpose other than mild entertainment for Borra." Gerda whispered brooding over the fact that Celtra was right when it came to Percival.

"I am correct and it bothers both Maleficent and Percival that I am the only one who sees it. You don't know how much I yearn to point that out to Borra but I worry about overstepping my place. Perhaps if he hears it from someone else...someone like you." Celtra quietly remarked, causing Gerda to scoff at her unrealistic request.

"You can't be serious. Borra could care less about what I have to say let alone take any opinion of mine to thought. I'm the last person he would listen to when it comes to such matters." Gerda answered feeling flabbergasted by Celtra's absurd suggestion.

"You have nothing to lose other than a wound to your pride if he chooses to ignore your words. I on the other hand have a lot to lose if he thinks I am questioning his judgment. Primarily since I am not a leader. I say it's worth a try on your end." Celtra conceded with a pressing gaze on Gerda.

Gerda returned her gaze with a guarded expression knowing that Celtra was correct. She despised that there was truth to her words. The thought of Percival remaining unpunished ate away at her brain. It felt like a veil was pulled off her face. It was indeed unfair how he held his position while she lost hers. How Borra and everyone else didn't see the hypocrisy in their ways baffled her.

The evening quickly faded into night with the fey continuing their festivities. Gerda couldn't cease the immense hunger that plagued her empty stomach. Celtra would occasionally sneak over pieces of food from her platter which aided in keeping Gerda from feeling faint. Borra had completely forgotten about her along with the rest of the fey who didn't spare a single glance her way. They were far too lost with their drinking which wasn't exactly a bad concept.

Gerda quietly stood waiting for Celtra to return with a fresh cup of water. However, it was clear that perhaps she had been distracted with conversation after time passed. Her assumptions were verified when she caught a glimpse of Celtra speaking to one of the human guards. It somewhat made her suspicious as to why one would choose Celtra to speak to out of all the other fey.

"Wishing you were free like them I see. However, it appears that you are treated quite fine here despite your new status. Tell me, why does he keep you in pristine condition?" A suave voice uttered beside her, belonging to Percival.

She didn't bother sparing a single glance his way only due to the need of upholding her calm composure. Her body stiffened already feeling his taunting expression lingering upon her. Instead, Gerda blankly stared at the busy crowd ahead of her. She concentrated on masking the sprout of hostility inside her.

"What do you want Percival? That question has already been answered by both Borra and Celtra, there's not much to add." Gerda sharply replied wondering what he could want.

"Just curious about your purpose to being his slave...perhaps he does enjoy breaking you. It's evident that he harbors so much hate towards you. I wonder how much longer he'll keep you alive." Percival declared causing Gerda to turn to him with a loathing glare.

"I am not 'broken'...now if you don't seal your lips it will be your jaw that's  broken." Gerda said with her voice rising inwardly boiling from his words.

"You've changed so much since we last spoke. The Gerda I knew would never allow her emotions to be so poorly displayed nor would words impact her. You are no longer in control of yourself whether you admit it or not. One look in your eyes and I could see that a part of you is indeed broken." Percival pointed out with his eyes observing her.

She stood quiet feeling shame course through her frame. His observation of her was concerning. Gerda knew that parts of her had slowly chipped away during her time with the fey but was it that obvious? She noticed how hard it now was to keep her outbursts contained but never pondered on it. The person she had once been no longer existed.

"The Gerda you knew is gone but do not for a moment mistake it for weakness. Perhaps my time among these creatures made me untamed just like them." Gerda bluntly hissed, only scowling when he in turn chuckled at her.

"I suppose living among them has indeed changed you into one of them. It's interesting to see what you have become. As I have said, it won't be long before he rids himself of you." Percival once again pointed out which baffled Gerda.

She wondered why his treatment towards her was so cold because she never recalled offending him back in Ulstead. She had assumed that they were both on decent terms since they had gotten along so well. It was all so bizarre to her.

"Why do you carry so much resentment towards me? We have never crossed each other in Ulstead, if anything I thought of us to be well acquainted." Gerda asked furrowing her brows in confusion.

"You went behind my back and conspired with the Queen to slaughter these creatures on the prince's wedding day. You both kept me in the dark because had I known you were going to massacre them, I would have never allowed it to happen. You have also secretly given out orders to hunt and steal fey to experiment on them." Percival curtly said with accusation in his narrowed eyes.

"You hated them all just as much as I did so don't stand here acting righteous with me. You too played a role in the queen's plans and have fey blood stained on your hands. My crimes are no different than yours." Gerda coldly replied feeling her cheeks heat up from sizzling anger.

"Is that what you tell yourself to feel somewhat justified with what you did? The difference between us is that I don't kill unless in an active battle. You relentlessly slaughtered innocent lives without an ounce of remorse. Those fey were unarmed and had no intention of causing harm to you or anyone. They simply came to celebrate what they assumed was to be a wedding but in return ended in bloodshed." Percival hotly answered with a stern, harsh glare.

Gerda felt her body numb up with his words hitting her at full force. He made her mind collapse with a brew of emotions and thoughts. She muddled over his perspective. Was what she had done to these creatures justified? It was true that they were unarmed but at the time it didn't matter to her. She had never considered the creatures to be of significance. However, after spending time living with them she noticed they were sentient beings.

Celtra had shown her that they were capable of being more than just empty vessels. Borra had shown that they were capable of feeling emotion even though all she received from him was hate and anger. She had experienced both kindness and cruelty from them. It only meant that they were somewhat no different than humans. Gerda quickly shook such a thought out of her mind not wanting to view them like her kind. She then cleared her mind and stared at Percival with a blank expression.

"Every war has its casualties...you of all people should know that Percival." Gerda replied, attempting to hide the quivering sensation of guilt that filled her.

"And you of all people should know that it's a cowardly move to kill without reason especially if your opponent is unarmed. You had gone too far Gerda and now you are paying the price for it. Maleficent tells us how much Borra hates every fiber of your being. He wished to slowly torture you but the agreement he has with Ulstead currently prevents it." Percival replied in a condescending tone allowing his words to soak into Gerda before continuing.

"He was relatively gruesome when it came to the methods of torture he desired to inflict on you. One of them was skinning you alive section by section." Percival said with his eyes now studying the crowd of fey.

"You're merely attempting to cast fear into me just like Rayne." Gerda scoffed, rolling her eyes at Percival's lies.

"Whether you choose to believe me or not doesn't matter. I know he has the desire to kill you along with making it slow and excruciating. Borra admitted that he intends to request you into his chambers and skin you alive then toss your carcass off the balcony for the animals to feast upon. Why else do you think he has been ordering you into his chambers?" Percival whispered, causing Gerda to pale and stiffen at his words.

She immediately glanced up at him with panicked eyes wondering how he knew about her being in Borra's chambers. Even if someone within the castle had told him, it was still eerie to hear Percival describe a major detail about Borra's room. Could that be why Borra studied her in great detail when they were on his balcony? Perhaps he was truly imagining how he would carve the skin from her face. It would explain why his eyes lingered on her body whenever she was in his presence. Was he fantasizing about which section of her body he would start with?

[gaylenightingale]

And Now my main contribution to @inusessweek

Little did commercial pilot Captain Inuyasha Takahashi know, but this flight from Japan to Europe would forever change his life. AU, OOC, fusion fiction for InuSess week 2024. COMPLETE in 15 chapters. Two chapters every day this week. Prompts from TMBLR @inusessweek

@snowinjuly-creator

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

Its only episode 4 and Merlin has drank a poison to Dave Arthur which then makes Arthur put his life at risk to save him. People still believe they aren’t insane for each other?

[devoidaffectu]

Blake: Oh, Weiss was right! I can’t believe they have this version of the movie playing here!

Yang: hmmm? What version?

Blake: The one with The Faunus Princess and The Human Warrior!

Yang: I don’t think I’ve ever heard of them before?

Blake: I wouldn’t be surprised, it’s mostly told on the island of Menagerie.

Yang: Well on our next day off we can go see it! In the meantime you can tell me more about them sometime.

[mechazushi]

Long story short on the video, it's just a breakdown about mummies in history as it correlates to the history of its media as well. It's still a good and informative break down (Definitely check it out and support the channel), but as it got to the point of breaking down the tropes seen in movies about mummies and how many of them were seen in previous novelizations, I got to thinking about a story idea of my own.

It kinda revolves around the whole distinction between mummies that are powerful sorcerers that get the benefit of looking like a human and less powerful mummies that are forced to shamble around and be stuck in their bandages. It also dips into the "The mummy is looking to brink back their dead lover who just so happens to be reincarnated." trope as well as "bandage mummies only exist as servants/violent body guards".

So it takes place in the height of England's Egypt Craze where tomb "Unboxing" was still a thing and some British f*cks as well as their ✨gorgeous female assistant✨start poking around in a tomb. It's a lesser known tomb and everyone makes it clear that this was dedicated to some high ranking guard that made a noble sacrifice or something so they decided to make the guy's funeral a little more special. The British guys write it off and go see if there's a bigger tomb to plunder investigate (I feel like I should also mention one of these guys is supposed to be the female's betrothed love interest that immediately gets ntr'ed once the actual green flag walks, or should I say shambles, into the picture.)

Female Assistant sticks around to explore the first chamber more deeply and shenanigans happen. She reads some passages on the wall that has foreshadowing bits into it, maybe translates a scroll or two by candle light because she can't sleep due to the ✨visions✨ or some shit, and ends up accidentally resurrecting the noble guard from earlier. It's initially the lower tier type of mummy, the type that's somewhat mindless and still wrapped in bandages. Shit goes down, maybe it tries to kill the other tomb raiders explorers but it doesn't pan out (personally, I see it as a loony-toons type moment with the Mummy trying to kill them, the Assistant foiling every attempt, and the British guys none-the-wiser) Eventually it's discovered that the mummy seems to recognize the Assistant as someone he once knew and now only obeys her commands.

The Assistant uses that to her advantage and manages to drag it/him back to their lodgings. I have nothing specific for this part, other than that the next third and over of the movie (I see this as a movie. Or a webcomic if you wanna torture yourself.) is just Tarzan and Jane antics where they fall in love with each other. It's also happening alongside a side plot where the mummy is slowly gaining memories/intelligence/the ability to speak as it/he slowly sheds his bandages in the process. (I don't picture him losing all of the bandages. I still like a little bit of monster left to f*ck with. And yes, it's handsome.) Basically he slowly starts reverting back to the noble guard he once was as he remembers why he sacrificed himself in the first place and why the Female Assistant looks so familiar to him.

The last third cuts back to the British guys and them getting to meet the monkey's paw consequence of their hubris. They do the same thing that the Assistant did, only they end up resurrecting an ancient and powerful sorcerer that was sealed away for humanity's greater good. Maybe they strike a deal with the guy, maybe they run like the little b*tches that they are, who knows. Anyway, the mummy guard's spider sense pings and he realizes who ended up getting reawakened. Come to find out, the sorcerer also thinks the Female Assistant looks pretty familiar and does some wibbly-wobbly magic to confirm that, yes, she is some reincarnation of a long dead princess(/competing sorcerer maybe? It would be a nice double twist if you're into that sh*t)

Big fight ensues, the good guys win, and the Female assistant rides off into the sunset on an Excelsior Model 19 with the Mummy boyfriend.

The End.

[steyrine-spieon]

I whisper your name at night

In the shadowed corners of my heart, Where secrets dwell and tear apart, I harbor a love forbidden, unseen, A flame that burns, yet stays serene.

From afar, I watch you, like a star, Admiring your light from where we're far, Bound by chains of society's decree, A love that's whispered, yet can't be free.

Your smile, a beacon in the night, Your laughter, a melody of delight, But I linger in the shadows, alone, For our love is a seed that can't be sown.

And if loving you was a sin, I'd be persecuted for it, within, Forbidden fruit, too sweet to taste, Yet in my dreams, it's your embrace.

I yearn to hold you, to feel your touch, Yet fate's cruel hand has dealt it such, We dance in circles, yet never meet, Two souls adrift in love's deceit.

So I'll admire you from a distance, dear, Holding onto love that's bound by fear, For in this world of rules and lies, Our forbidden love silently cries.