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distortionbobble · 6 months ago

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Royal Flowers Chapter 12

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pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni. masturbation scene (m), but other than that nothing too spicy.

a/n: come get y'alls juice. also i can't find the gif i was using of anakin so just like. remember what he looks like i guess. he's pretty if that helps

When you wake up, you feel like you’ve swallowed a stone. You remember everything— every excruciating detail, each moment that his skin was pressed against yours. You try your best to recollect everything that was said yesterday, but it feels fruitless. Your mind has already rewritten each word ten times, translating and shifting and switching until the meaning is entirely different. Did Anakin say “I need you” or “I need this”? If he had said “you”, did he mean anything by it, or were you the first person that he could trust with this? The only? Something strange and all-too familiar crawls out from your stomach.

Guilt. You’re not even sure if Anakin wanted you the way you wanted him, and the words he first spoke to you scream themselves loudly in your head. I love Padme, and I’ll love her til I die. You were just a means to an end, and you’re sure that you should have known that as you took pleasure from his touch on your body. You’re no stranger to desire, to the heat of another’s body, but it’s never been someone you’ve wanted as much as Anakin.

And at the same time, you understand fully that it wasn’t just you. What you and Anakin have is bigger than just what happened last night; it’s been working up for months, an ocean of desire eroding your reasons to resist until you caved, gave into the sweetness of his mouth on yours, sweeter and softer than you could have ever imagined. The way that fell in the force of his desperation to something all-consuming, something that carved away a piece of your soul and kept it in the confines of the night, sacrificed at the altar of your memory. Your self-indulgence feels rotting, pushing unease into your throat and you can no longer lay here with your tattered dress cocooning your body. No matter what it is, you’ve never been faithful to the driving force within you. It’s a foreign feeling, one that you don’t like. You never thought that doing what you wanted would inspire such guilt.

You push yourself out of bed, turning to look over your shoulder at Anakin’s peaceful form, allowing yourself another moment of indulgence as your heart weeps. Your movement has shifted the blanket away from his shoulders, and as quietly as you can, you reach over to adjust it back over his shoulders. Your heart’s corruption rules you for only a moment longer when your hand skates over his jaw. Not quite touching him, no; you can’t allow that in the bright clarity of the morning. It was just sex, you remind yourself. Then you’re gone, swept away in the mirrors and meticulousness of your morning routine.

The peace allows you to sit with your thoughts for a moment longer— to remember your purpose, to remember your role in a story that is so much greater than the microcosm of you and Anakin. You’re here because you’re the queen of Naboo, and you have a responsibility to your people. For just a moment longer, you loathe what has become of your life. All you are now is a vessel for the needs of others, and it hurts to know that you’ll have to give and give until there is nothing left of you, until you can fade into nothingness with no one having truly known you, and yet having been so largely involved in the universe’s fate. You swallow your bitterness, resting your chin on your hand as you stare at the mirror before you, steam clouding the surface. The reflection that looks back at you feels otherworldly, a woman that you’re not sure you’ve ever been and yet one that you know you must be. Your face crafts a perfect smile, the hollowness within invisible to even you. Don’t forget your role, your reflection whispers at you.

Your fingers drum against the surface of the counters as you collect yourself, carefully calculating every diplomatic advantage. Naboo is economically powerful at this time, putting you at a position where you can safeguard from famine with the right connections. Lothal, you should corner the representatives of Lothal. They’re just a backwater, in essence; a backwater planet that you’re positive you can strike the right deals with. Agricultural aid in exchange for a hefty deal, put them in a good position with the economic boost Naboo could get.

Your mind starts to wander as you get dressed. You feel a sense of clarity that’s been absent from you for some time— your guilt sharpens itself into a weapon, holding you at its blade to force you to think deeper, think clearer. Why hadn’t the Separatists told you of their plan? Why did you need to find out from elsewhere? All paths lead to one singular conclusion; they want to get rid of you. It makes total sense, doesn’t it? Install a puppet ruler to get away with whatever you want, and at the right moment, cut the strings. They’d step into the void of power, gaining total control of the planet and thus, giving the Separatists a new stronghold.

But at the same time, you understand the injustice caused by the Republic to many. Its neglect of many systems is not unknown to you, you’re not so foolish to think this is a one sided coin. By pushing the Separatists into a coerced acceptance of the Republic’s governance with militant force, the galaxy is only further polarized by loss. Perhaps… Perhaps the only solution is to allow self-determination. That may not filter out the splinter sections of Separatists, but at least it would be a start.

All you know now is nothingness. You don’t know the solution, but you suppose it doesn’t matter; not if you’re going to end up dead at the end of this all. And doesn’t it make sense? For them to kill you now, blame it on something else and drive Anakin into further madness and desperation? The ultimate form of control. Even if you live, you are leverage against the most powerful weapon in the galaxy. You hate thinking of Anakin like that, but it’s true; even you, removed as you are from the Jedi Order, understand that he is the chosen one.

Your fated doom lingers on your being, shadowlike, but you won’t let this keep you here. For however long you’re in this life, you’ll serve your purpose as best you can. You push the thoughts of your inevitable self sacrifice into action, an agenda spinning into order: you’ll talk to the Lothal representatives, strike up a deal. You’ll have food shipped to Naboo’s moon, allowing safe transport of the food to Naboo so that it doesn’t get blown up on arrival. It feels more like bandaids than a solution, but you’ll figure it out. A solution, that’s something that you’ll have to talk to Padme about. The way you see it, she’s the galaxy’s out— under her leadership, she could bring clarity, a new direction. Which means if you’re aware, so is Palpatine. Or Sidious. You don’t know what to call him now, really.

She’s in danger. But maybe she always was.

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When Anakin wakes up, the only thing he feels is hunger. Clawing out from inside of him, stretching and breaking from his skin; a beast that he had buried, now awakened, that only desires you. He feels it eating at his skin, a certain kind of pain that he almost delights in as he thinks of last night. The hedonistic indulgence of giving in, Dionysian in its call, had only served to fuel his thirst, not quench it. And you’re not here, why aren’t you here?

He thinks back to every moment from last night. Had he pushed you too far? He hadn’t meant to, he hopes he didn’t, but the pain was messing with his head. He couldn’t think clearly with his entirety ripping at the seams. Anakin wants to make it better, wants to kneel at your side and take your hand like it’s a lifeline, but that option isn’t his to take. He doesn’t belong there. Anakin is the Chosen One— something that he would have understood in another lifetime, but now it’s just a label with constraints that he’ll never understand. He can’t have you, and yet… now that he’s given in to the Dark Side, things are different. It’s not quite the same story that he was used to. Now, he’s constantly fighting himself. He wants to pursue you openly, fully, yet he can’t. Why can’t he? Because of some arbitrary rules? But those rules are the ones that have dictated his entire way of thinking. He doesn’t want to give it up so soon. He swings between two extremes, a pendulum of moral inconsistency, hearing the voice of the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan, Shmi, encouraging him to let go of his hunger; Sidious, to feed it.

Anakin knows he has to look past what he wants right now. You’re counting on him for something bigger, and he knows that he needs to figure out what exactly would happen if he exposed Sidious. It’s something you’ve brought to his life: the rationality that he was always expected to have. As a spy, though, you’ve shown him that the guns-blazing approach sometimes will not work, that he has to take his time, collect his information. How deep is the Chancellor’s control? What is the endgame, if he’s already the Chancellor? None of it makes sense to him.

Long, slender limbs are forced out of bed as Anakin stretches, gritting his teeth at the thought of having to face the day. He winces slightly at the sticky feel of sweat on his skin. He needs to wash up, he realizes, and the quick jump to why he has to wash up has his face flushed. He grips himself tightly, eager for some relief from the aching in his cock as he thinks of you. You, with your warm body, your eager responsiveness to his touch, the taste of you on his tongue. Anakin wrenches his hand away in shame, feeling much like a dog panting for a bone as he salivates over you. He mourns the fact that he didn’t take his time and get you fully naked, rather than tearing the clothes from your body, as he pulls his own garments fully off. He wants to give you a better experience, he realizes; he wants to worship your body with his hands, then his tongue, spend hours with his head buried between your thighs as you grind on his face in pursuit of pleasure. Anakin wants more than the quickness that came from sinking to the hilt into your heat brought the night prior— no, he wants the aching, the throbbing in his loins as he makes you see stars.

Cool water pelting across his back isn’t enough to deter his fixation on all the filth he hopes to cause to you. Anakin’s cock still stands at half mast, and it doesn’t take much thinking for him to wrap his fist around it, fucking his tight grip as moans escape. His metal hand claws at the wall as his flesh unites in a perfect pursuit of pleasure. He wants you to hear this, fantasizes about you walking through the bathroom door, sinking to your knees, and sucking the soul out of him. He’d grab your tits, squeeze them, play with them. Anakin doesn’t think he could fuck your pretty face, wants to treat you far too gently for that to happen but he thinks of your hands under his, guiding you to stroke him just how he likes it. It doesn’t take long after that for him to cum, sticky pearls collecting on the bathroom tiling before it washes away.

Anakin gets dressed in an afterglow that’s still focused on you, imagining what it would like to get ready with you. He’s never really done that, has he? Not like this, not in the morning, not with this gentle sweetness blooming in his chest. But his blood turns to ice when he catches his eyes in the mirror, flashing that shade of yellow that he knows to be true to the Sith.

He needs to find Palpatine.

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Anakin finds Palpatine after an assembly, towering over the rush of senators that flow past him. He locks eyes with Palpatine easily, the deceptively meek-statured man smiling at Anakin from where he waits at the doorway. Anakin feels sick at the mere sight, swallowing down his bitter fury to walk towards him. Padme had told him about a myth, a mere story, really, from Naboo; a legend that detailed a king who had put his trust in a bastard son, defending him against any opposition, but finding his life cut short at the end of that very son’s blade. And you, Brutus? He’d said. Anakin feels that way when he looks at Palpatine: that painful, bitter betrayal. It wasn’t fair. But nobody said it ever would be.

“Master,” Anakin calls him quietly. A false name, one that should only have ever belonged to Obi-Wan, or Qui Gonn. Palpatine is nothing to him, a snake laid in wait only to strike at his most vulnerable. “You said you’d help me save my wife.” The din of the crowd is loud enough to diminish the volume of his words, but not the urgency. Palpatine, however, just smiles in response.

“Anakin,” Palpatine says, clasping two hands behind his back. From this angle, he almost looks paternal, like the perfect replacement for an empty slot that Anakin’s had for so long in his life. “I see the concern you have for her. Of course, it is natural. But…”

“But what?”

“I fear you’re simply not strong enough yet. Not ready, you see.”

“Tell me how to be strong enough, then.” Anakin isn’t fooled by his own rationality. He knows that he can pretend this is somehow linked to his infiltration, but he knows it’s his own indulgence in you that drives him. He wants to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

“It’ll cost you,” Palpatine says, walking into an empty sideroom. One that’s often used for business discussions, Anakin recognizes. From in front of him, Palpatine tugs his hood on, and by the time he turns back to Anakin, the physical change is apparent. Instantaneous. The lines on his face are deeper-set, the glow in his eyes inhumane. Sharp, piercing, they see right through him. For a moment, Anakin is fearful that his own treachery will be uncovered. But his fear of losing you drives him further, lets him keep going. Anakin thinks he understands the cost when he sees this.

But he’s wrong.

“Every single member of the Jedi Order are what stands in the way of your realization, your… enlightenment. All the Jedi, padawan or master, including your friend Obi-Wan. They are a threat to the Republic, to peace in the galaxy.”

Anakin feels his heart fall. And he thinks of Obi-Wan, of the warmth of his hug, the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles. The pride, however restrained it may have been, would make his face glow whenever Anakin defeated him in sparring, or when he would laugh at Anakin’s struggles with Ahsoka, telling him they mirrored his own experiences. Sidious was wrong. Obi-Wan wasn’t just his friend, he was greater than that— he was like a brother, like a father, like a part of Anakin that he hadn’t realized had been so significant until he had every single belief he had of right, wrong, of morality itself, put into question. Killing Obi-Wan would be akin to losing the only arm he had left. He isn’t clouded by lust, by love, to even think of the idea.

But then…

He thinks of you. The nightmares of your breath leaving your body, the warmth leaving your physical form. Of the beauty of your laughter, the way you fit his soul so perfectly, pushing him, challenging him and everything he thought he knew. And you did it so sweet, so addictive, making him something else. Making him something that he recognized in himself only once before.

Only when he loved Padme.

And this side of him, the only part of him that Darth Vader hadn’t killed in order to exist, wants nothing more to listen to Sidious. To watch his brother, his Jedi master, die at the end of his saber. It would be fitting, wouldn’t it? The very man he created would bring forth his doom. He’d make it painless, he promises. He wouldn’t dream of bringing him pain. All he wants… is to save you.

It’s not as though the Jedi Order is indestructible, either. Nor is it without its flaws. He’s seen countless villages ravaged by the battle between the Separatists and the Republic. Anakin knows the Jedi are not innocent in the crime of staining the ground they fight for with innocent blood.

Anakin himself, he hadn’t felt free until he was with you. For the first time in his life, away from the Order, away from the dictation of what was wrong, what was right, how to think, eat, dress, breathe, he had a choice now. And you let him have that choice. Wouldn’t it be wrong to pull away? Wouldn’t it be wrong to let you fall, when you had done so much for him?

He loves you. He had told Padme, what feels to him a lifetime ago, that love is what drives a Jedi, to hold compassion that is rooted in none other than love. His loyalty is with you, not Sidious— his religion, his worship, with you also. This is what’s good, what’s right. This is what the Force wants him to do. Anakin understands now, doesn’t he? His whole life, he’s been pulled towards this. Towards you, to love you, to keep you safe.

No matter the cost.

~~~

Lothal’s representatives are easy to find after the general assembly. You don’t know what it is, exactly, but they look lost, like they’re playing a game that they hardly know the rules to. You approach them with poise and grace, your head held high as you zero in on them.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, your grace,” One of them stammers out. He’s handsome, you think, but not nearly as much as Anakin. Comparing the two is like comparing a candle to the brightness of a sun, anyways. You smile gently, unfazed as you tilt your head in acknowledgement of their greeting.

“As it is for me to be in yours, representatives of Lothal.”

“Denon, milady. I am the senior-most representative of our planet. I assume you do not stop by purely for the purpose of making our acquaintance,” Denon replies. Senior-most. You almost want to laugh at the declaration. He seems boyish still, the innocence in his eyes betraying his youth. You flick your eyes around, assessing your audience quickly before you offer your arm to Denon.

“Not here,” you murmur, strolling arm-in-arm to the nearest room. You’re quick to step away from him once the doors are shut, taking a seat at a table as he mirrors you awkwardly. You’ve done your research, you have no reason to feel nervous, and yet your hands still tremble before you lay them flat on the table.

“Denon, I’ve done my research. The financial sector of Lothal has expressed its frustration at the insufficient funding of the planet— simply put, your planet is not… prosperous. I do not need to explain the subsequent effect of this: how this insufficiency results in a multitude of disasters. The workers on your planet work diligently, and yet the imports to the planet are, by-and-large, inaccessible. Why? I believe, Denon, that your planet’s work is undervalued, understated, and Naboo has a simple answer to your question.”

You sigh quietly, a crafted noise, meant to draw their attention in further. They’re watching you attentively, they know you’re their saving grace and Maker, they’re ready to take it.

Good.

“Naboo will outbid your current agricultural contracts in order to be the primary recipient of your crop. I offer billions of units to your planet, with few caveats; Naboo will maintain anonymity until the length of our contract is finished, and the delivery will be to our moons, not to our direct ports. In the meantime, this will leave fewer supply for the remainder of your contracts. It’s simple economics; your supply will diminish, but the demand will remain the same. I offer nothing but a fair compensation for the labor of your peoples, and a promise that my actions will drive others to do much of the same.”

Denon looks at you, looks to his fellow representatives, then to you again. Then he blinks, opens his mouth as though he wishes to say something, and closes it again.

“Any questions?” You ask, drumming your hands on the table. You need them to take this, but you can’t show how desperate you are. They might be naive, but anyone knows desperation is a flaw to be exploited, even representatives from an outskirts-planet like Lothal. You still hold power, and that will not be mistaken.

“Why? Why now?” One man pipes up from next to Denon.

“Naboo wishes to establish strong diplomantic ties with supporters, like Lothal. This is as much a political move as it is economic, Representative.”

“We’ll take it,” Denon says. He seems starstruck, like it’s too good to be true. Denon stands from the table and offers his hand to you, which you take as you stand up.

“Brilliant. I’ll draft up the terms and have my Ministers send the plans to you.”

“Milady, your offer is most gracious. If there’s anything we can do…”

“I’ll let you know, Representative Denon. Thank you.” Denon drops to a bow, kissing the back of your hand as you hold back your discomfort. You’ve never really been great with all of this pageantry, but you’ll put up with it well enough.

But timing is not on your side. The door swings open to reveal Anakin, whose face betrays his rage as he sees your hand in Denon’s.

“What business do you have with my wife?” He demands callously, striding closer to Denon as his emotions escape his control. You’re careful to watch him, seeing the glint of yellow in his eyes as he sizes up Denon, ready for a fight.

“My love, we were—”

“I did not ask you. I asked the man who dared to touch my wife,” Anakin seethes. You scoff at his arrogance, grabbing his chin to tear his gaze away from Denon.

“Representative Denon, you may take your leave. I will continue my communications with the planet of Lothal at a later time.” You keep your eyes locked on Anakin, watching his form visibly relax as they shuffle out of the room awkwardly. It only angers you further.

As the door shuts, Anakin reaches his hand to your wrist, calling your name softly.

“No. That was unacceptable, Anakin. That might have been acceptable with Padme, but certainly not with me. Do not forget our arrangement, General Skywalker,” you bite out. You see hurt flash in his eyes as you refer to him by his title, but you’re infuriated, and Anakin is the reason why. “Don’t ever barge into my diplomatic meetings and question me or anyone else what our intentions are. We are nothing other than allies to each other, Skywalker, do not let a night of passion delude you.”

“Is that all I am to you?” Anakin asks. You’re unable to look at him, so you allow yourself to let go of his chin, but he keeps his hand on your wrist. “Answer me. Is that all I am to you?”

Anakin’s heart is in his throat. No. He’s seen this before, he knows how it plays out, and he isn’t the victor. In any scenario, he loses you. He can’t lose you. He’s given up so much for you, hasn’t he? Why would you abandon him? You couldn’t. He’s sure you’re bluffing, but there’s still that dryness in his mouth, that dizziness as he looks at you.

Please, let him be more to you.

“That’s all we are to one another,” you whisper.

Anakin lets go of your hand.

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ravencromwell · 11 months ago

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To all my mutuals who have no fucking idea what Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab is, and are watching large chunks of their dash descend into Nick never shuts up about it: I'm so sorry ;) Now, I mean, if we're mutuals, I think this entire series would be your jam, for one reason or another. In no particular order:

--there is a genderfluid pirate who comes off the streets of 1819 London and bullies her way into a magic adventure and just! keeps! going out and kicking ass and taking names and winning everything and honestly, it's the best nonbinary/trans power fantasy swear to God even as I'm like: for the sake of being a fully rounded character, my beloved pirate thief really should have some! consequences.

--there's an insanely through-the-roof powerful magician who's been deeply broken by privation and torture and poverty but still wants desperately to save his world that is so! reminiscent of Thorin fucking Oakenshield it hurts in the best way!

--and speaking of Thorin Oakenshield and the first ship that sucked me viciously into fandom: Dworin people this same magician had this wonderful doomed attempt to rule beside a king and it has all the best Dworin vibes with this amazing personality inversion because there's all the loyalty and affection and the king/general/knight stuff but it's the king! who's outgoing and social and magnetic and our insanely broken magician who's quiet and reflective and it captures the very best of the dynamic without feeling like it's repeating the ship and I need all of y'all to ship Holland Vosijk/Ros Vortalis stat—dear God we don’t get these two until book 3, but oh! Oh it’s so worth it. (oh god sometimes I just sit and drool over the fic @bodysnatch3r and @mainecoon76 would write.

--and let me not forget, the Percival Graves vibes. @maggieandthedragon is another one I just make grabby hands thinking of contributions she’d make to this fandom. Holland is a man who tries desperately to respect life, made party to utterly inhuman actions via torture—the Percy and Gellert parallels, they are strong. And Holland/Vor has some Percy/Thes vibes dear God the golden youth Holland can never recapture.

--for all of you for whom we bonded over geopolitics, power is at the heart of this series. So much of why White London becomes! the way it is is because Red took it upon itself to trap them between demons and a lack of magic for fear of Red's own downfall and then weep endlessly because you all hate us/want revenge. No shit! they do. Schwab handles this well, greying the morality throughout the series, though she hasn't yet done what my socialist egalitarian heart craves and had someone smash open all the doors Red London slammed shut--but don't worry. the fic writers are there to handle that shit. Even if the source doesn't delve as much into colonialism/imperialism as I would like, oh! the themes are there.

--there is sibling affection powerful enough to drag people back from the brink of death. There is a gay pirate who is the homage to every spy novel ever. There’re swordfights and couples over forty and a million other things I love. It's not a perfect series, but I wouldn't love it this much without its flaws.

#shades of magic #personal #book babbling

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i-think-im-breaking-down-again · 4 months ago

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yooo new poem just dropped

(this is the second one, i wrote this lady night idk if it makes sense but oh well :') )

Yeah, I read this twice then stared at the wall for 15 mins. Excuse me while I perform CPR on myself. Actually never mind, I'm signing a DNR. This was so raw, vivid and vulnerable. I am shooketh to the very core. It's like you are around me and spying on my life smh. I refer to my rot as this 'sickness' and let me let you know. This resonated deeply with me. I saw it, I felt it, I breathed in your poem and loved every bit of it. Growing up thinking there is something inherently wrong with you, which must be kept inside, a secret of the true self. If people know it, they'll forsake you, they'll be horrified, disgusted, repulsed, gagging and aching at the beast they've been deceived by.

And the nature of this rot is so unknown, yet it lurks in every feeling, every thought and every interaction. 'in my chest does it lie, in my heart does it feed off every misery. In every doubt, does it thrive on every mistake does it embed itself, further and further' It grows, it's a moving target, it flourishes inside. And every thing feels like a mistake, ding or not doing, it all feels like an endless cycle and it always seems to win and grow and corrode your insides.

'if you love me, leave me be' Because after all, you know how to live with this rot, you can survive with this inside of you. 'it's filthy, impure' Some people want to help, but they don't know how. The last stanza - where the person is weeping and horrified at the rot's existence. They mean well, yes but at the end you have to comfort them instead of them reassuring you. 'you can't help, stop trying' And all this leads you to believe that at the end of the day, there is something no one can fix which makes you feel unlovable. But if the person still stands, they might not know how to fix it, but they still do their best, they keep 'fighting'. It leaves you dumbfounded. Why willfully engage with this putrid rotting creature? Also the bloody hands and stained shirt. A feeling that you will contaminate the ones around you, that you will ruin the love by being so filthy. The ones you know are now covered in your blood, in your rot and it's your fault. And by the end you are so sick of it, you tear it out, you kill it all you can but you know it's all futile. Then the questions of your true self come burning. Then the lines between you and the rot seem so blurry. But you'll tear it out, you'll take care of it. Even when it's 'never quite dead, fully dead'

The line 'these bloody fingers have seen worse' alludes to the fact that there have been several attempts to 'tear it out, bleed it dry'. The rot has been picked apart a million times, yet it 'convulsively persists'

This is what I made of it. If you had indented something else and if I missed something between the lines. PLEASE TELL ME. I am not normal about this poem in the least bit. It feels like it has watched me and knows me for who I am. HOW CAN YOU WROTE SOMETHING SO UTTERLY BONE CRUSHING. I WANNA SAW MY LIMBS OFF AND GIVE THEM TO YOU AS AN OFFERING.

#anyway as you can see #i am normal about poetry and writing #and gore in writing has absolutely noo effect on me #i bet you can see from how non-chalant i am about it #who am i kidding #yk scabies mites?#yeah so this poem has made tunnels in my flesh and now it resides there #like scabies mites do #what a way to start the morning #my poetrusic wife #writers on tumblr #poetry #the best fucking thing ill read all weak #i wrote the first thing that came into my mind #so #if this makes no sense #just tell me

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sohmiya · 2 years ago

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do you have some favourite anime/manga? 👀👀

ooooo i do

fruits basket: i cannot express enough how much i love this. it’s been like nine months since i watched it but it still has me on a chokehold. no other anime has had the same impact on me. i really thought it was cute and light but nooo everyone has trauma. only five episodes in and i was already sobbing crying weeping bawling then it was just waterworks from there 🥲

kimi ni todoke: really cute and soft high school romance!! i was giggling and blushing nonstop over this but also feeling incredibly frustrated at the slowburn but kuronuma and kazehaya are so cute i love them a lot <333 i suggest reading the manga because the anime only covers like 1/3 of it

horimiya: SO WHOLESOME <333 i instantly fell in love with miyamura (hence the -miya in my url lololol) he’s my soft angel boy 🥰 also horimiya’s coming back in july and i’m really excited hihi i haven’t finished the manga tho lmao

tokyo revengers: i’m only including this out of pure bias because i’m emotionally attached to draken LMFAO but this was the first anime and manga i got into. it had so much potential at the beginning but the ending in my most honest opinion was um. really bad LMFAO like really fucking corny and the animation is shit 😭😭 draken is just so special to me so i can’t fully hate it lmfaodjsksk

erased: one of my favorites from my brother’s recommendations to me. definitely executed time travel much better than tokrev. it’s got the right amount of suspense and the villain reveal was perfect to me. also i wanna kiss fujinuma <333

spy x family: i’m sooo behind on the manga but yeah it’s def one of my favs. i love how loid is a top spy but he’s still not exempt from being a loser sometimes lmao also he’s hot. yor’s hot too. also yuri

your name: i adore the whole “love transcends time” and soulmates concept of it <33 and i fell in love with the soundtrack esp theme of mitsuha. it’s so lovely

a silent voice: it tackles bullying, mental health and suicide and i think they handled it delicately. i remember watching it during one of the lowest points of my life and crying because it was so relatable esp at that time but it was also very comforting. it’s such an important movie to me

5 centimeters per second: i feel like this is an acquired taste? the pacing is kinda slow but it’s basically about the sad truth of long distance inevitably having people grow apart after an amount of time and like what happens when you don’t learn to move on. i was really proud of myself for not crying during the movie but after watching it, the story started to sink in and i cried real fat tears for like over half an hour 😀

#nikka answers

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C, E, I + BillySkull

Okay, hear me out: Since I've done these asks for Prime!Billy x Skull before, I thought I'd give a go at Huntsman!Billy x Red Sentry Skull. You know...for practice.

Crying: Skull spent years and years crying sparingly between his duties as a spy and a sentry; often in the deep dark of the night, helmet on, pacing under guard duty or patrolling back alleys and backwoods. Sometimes in the aftermath of Drakkon visiting his room in the night, a different kind of salt to wash away the shame. After peace returned and the rebuilding process commenced, he still cried, but not with sadwater or griefhoney; just saline and a smile without shame. Twenty years without his own will and true mind, partaking in orders he did not want to complete and had no will to stop: Billy did not cry until his mind returned to his own. And then the tears flowed like a tide he couldn’t block up, all ugly and beautiful and terrible. Kim hugging him for days, Zack and Trini not knowing what to say, Jason and Bulk just trying to keep him hydrated. He stopped when he couldn’t stay awake anymore, waking up with his head in Skull’s lap, fingers in his hair; the other asleep and not afraid, and while he did not succumb to the shaking and ghastly weeping, he clung to Skull like a lifeline. When they inevitably fell into bed together, he cried when he couldn’t maintain an erection, and when the memories flooded in, and when Eugene just laid them down together and they just...slept. For most nights. For over a year. Emotional Themes: There are mark on Skull’s wrists that he promised, in the aftermath of all things, were not the result of an attempt at suicide. And when Billy looked as close as he dared, using the moon’s light to look because daylight was too harsh, he believed it. The scars were too...specific. Not too deep, curled away from the tendons but into the blood supply. When Skull explained an incident in his twenty-fifth year involving a drunk of a Red Sentry that loved Drakkon’s regime because it allowed him to be the worst version of himself--a self that included drugging other sentries and taking them to undisclosed locations to have his way--and how their encounter had ended in Skull kicking him so hard it broke the man’s neck; Billy was terrified all the way through the recollection of Skull being unable to find a key to unchain himself, but having a broken bottle within reach. Billy didn’t think he had any children, but he lived in terror for much of his time under Drakkon’s spell and thumb, counting the times he’d been made to fuck and ravage young women without a condom, without a snip at his root. Less than five women, one underaged girl, and while he did not delight in it, Kimberly. Kim was almost barren, the underaged girl had been declared dead before she saw twenty years, two of the women he’d looked up and found to be of the kind that took care of themselves enough that they couldn’t get pregnant. But there were still two whose faces he couldn’t recall and whose whereabouts remained unknown in record and in his searching. And he tried not to think about it, thought instead about all the men he’d been made to wrong, about the boys he’d had to rough up and force into sexual experience far too soon. Thought about how many times he had Eugene pinned under him and how the man still didn’t hate him. Intoxication: If Billy were a betting man, he would wager that Drakkon made his fully controlled Huntsman test every drug on the planet that came into his hands and he thought he could get some use out of. Never Kimberly, always Billy: weed, heroine, cocaine, salvia, moonshine, absinthe, opium, mushrooms, poppers, pure vodka, and roofies. Even some alien contraband that made Billy float on a cloud for six days so he was barely aware his body was being used for disgusting purpose. Once back in charge of himself, Billy didn’t even drink beer or smoke a cigarette. Billy was not alone in this. While Drakkon had Billy test his favored merchandise, he often spread the drugs around the ranks, usually especially with the sentries he called into his chamber so he could pretend he had friends and was inclined to give them a good time--which was really just his having a good time, what with how many of them actually ended up responding to Drakkon’s filthy touch in the throws of Ecstasy and Ketamine. There was a particular drug that Skull couldn’t remember the name of, but distinctly recalled being used on him like some second-hand hypnotism; his body had been on fire and his nerves had danced electric, and he had been fully compliant in whatever orders Drakkon had given for Skull to succumb to hands and teeth and tongue upon him. Skull made sure to purge directly after he was allowed to go back to his room, and when Kim was in charge of their world, made it his mission to make sure that drug could never be brought to knowledge. But weed isn’t that bad. Skull does take this here and there for the calm and mellow and simply flips Billy off when he gets in a tizzy about it.

#mature | sexy times #mentioned assault #ask fill #prompt fill #boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #Mighty Morphin Comics #ggpr #Shattered Grid #Huntsman Billy AU #billy cranston x eugene skull skullovitch #lord drakkon #ranger slayer kimberly hart

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robotlesbianjavert · 2 years ago

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THE Top 5 List Of All Time

okay per @stillness-in-green's question. and something really important that i'm sure ALL of my lovely fans, yes you i am talking about you and blowing you so many kisses, are dying to know. my Top 5 Gay Little Henchmen.

house cleaning first i'm excluding spinner and spinaraki from this list just because i've given spinner a lot of attention the past few weeks and have already extolled his virtues as a gay little henchman and how i think he really embodies this trope and he's so special to me i wanna cry about him like every day oh my god. oh my god. but that would be unfair considering the intensity of my current feelings (that have been consistent the last three years eyyy) anyways here's the rest of the list.

5. okay i will be honest this guy does not really count except fully on a technicality and bc of how much i love him. but enrico poggi from the stravaganza series now this is very much like, a junior high/middle school kind of series. but enrico is such a great dynamic character who spends like the first half of the series being a big opportunistic skeezy lackey tormented by the mysterious disappearance of his lackey and then the latter half of the series being like okay yeah i can work for the protagonist. and by the end has wholeheartedly devoted himself to the main character. and like he's significantly less homoerotic than a little henchman should be but he's a spy assassin who's squeamish and is good with kids and great with horses and will eat everyone's food and he's a good lil henchman with a full character arc and i love him on want him on my list. he could gay up a lil if i tried.

4. i said i wouldn't include spinner BUT DIDN'T SAY SHIT ABOUT ANY OTHER BNHA CHARACTER NYEH HEH HEH. it's really hard choosing between like redestro (to shigaraki) and trumpet (to redestro) and nemoto (to overhaul) but ultimately i have to give the bnha crown to ujiko for his devotions to AFO, primarily for plot impact and relationship longevity, but also because ujiko is sooooooo cute about AFO it makes me weep a little bit. for real.

3. isaac from castlevania 2017 eeeeyyyyyyyy now i never actually finished castlevania. because i got really lazy. but isaac was an immediate favourite and i know the scope of his character arc after the fact after losing dracula and it's so charming so charming. i've heard the "all so fucking rude" line it's BRILLIANT and also the idea of a henchman having to figure himself out after losing his boss..........groundbreaking. i need to finish the series one day or get the isaac supercut. only thing is that he should be shorter. but i persist.

2. soundwave babyyyyyyyy. specifically g1 and prime continuities, and to my understanding parts of the comics (idw series specifically - never got in depth with it but i know soundwave had Great Loyalty in it). from what i understand earthspark has fantastic divorced megatron/soundwave energy to it as well, though i am still heavily debating with myself how much i should watch it for myself. now soundwave doesn't get as much love as he SHOULD but his unwavering devotion to megatron and the decepticon cause.........the way that can so easily be shattered.........when the series lets soundwave be extra competent in an especially sexy way....... magic. also could be smaller but in g1 he turns into a tape deck, prime a skinny lil stealth jet, it works

before i reveal my number one i wanna give some quick special shout outs. harry/uma is not gay even though they both carry some energy. i've never actually watched disney's the descendants in their entirety but i did watch all the harry/uma scenes and it's good. it's a good ship. ummmm commander peepers, i never actually watched wander over yonder but i saw this guy around a bunch and immediately loved him from the start he's so tiny and such a go getter :) uhhh okay meowth doesn't count unless you read into his "fantasies about giovanni" era which is whatever but he is the blueprint for my love for henchmen overall and also just tiny fellows who range from antagonistic to just annoying. and gay lil henchmen are a subset of that.

and a different shout out to izzy hands from our flag means death. i am aware about the discourse surrounding the character i have read a lot of different meta from different perspectives and i got some context for various arguments. and i have decided that izzy hands is a great example of a gay little henchman even if stede is really hard for me to get past when trying to watch the show. i wanna know him so bad but it's difficult when i have to glaze past the main character.

AND NOW NUMBER ONE IS.........DRUM ROLLLLLLLL.........

gus grav from bakugan: new vestroia real kota fans KNOW THIS ABOUT ME this is the guy that really cracked me for the gay evil little henchman. is he from a good series. no. are he and spectra well-written characters. no. but he has such luscious hair and put his coat over spectra like a blanket and he tried to show spectra the joy of juiceboxes and he went on the run with him and he tried to fight a guy who insulted spectra despite being told not to and DIED for it but didn't actually die he just showed up again and previously spectra had a sad moment about gus not being around and when gus shows up again spectra is like "wow about time" or whatever. listen i had a lot of feelings about gus being "killed off" and then just unceremoniously brought back and then in a latter series when he shows up with spectra as a good guy with a new outfit BUT I CAN'T SEE THE OUTFIT IN ITS ENTIRETY? also the episode where he tries to fight a guy for spectra and dies, he disguises himself by tying his hair back and wearing a lil waiters outfit and putting on glasses AND AGAIN, CAN'T SEE THE FIT IN FULL, WILDLY HOMOPHOBIC. gus was really one of those characters that clicked hard with me despite everything and ignited my mind like few others could. of course this was also during my naive teenage years so i was also shipping him with his boss' younger sister but i stand by that and still think it would be funny. but gus grav was the first time in my memory that i went "wow. homoerotic devotion to the point of obsession and self-destruction is kind of sexy." and for that he will always be so special and influential to me.

#god. what do i even tag this as.#bnha bloggin #bakugan bloggin #spy assassin enrico poggi

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Hi! I love ur azriel fics 😭 could u do one where azs stepbrother(s) find his mate or something and try to hurt her and az throws hands. Love ur writing 💕

thank you so much and thank you for the request. I apologise in advance, I am not so good at writing fighting scenes, I hope you still like it <33

Azriel x Reader | Oh Little Brother

type: angst warnings: blood, violence, curse words, protective Azriel word count: 1685

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Azriel’s blood ran cold. The bastard sneered, the other one wore a full toothy grin on his face. "We heard our baby brother got himself a mate.” The back of Azriel’s mouth tasted bitter—he had never considered them to be brothers so hearing it from Querem nearly made him gag. He hadn’t seen them in a long time, but apperently they had caught wind of him now having a mate and decided to pay you a little visit.

Azriel barely managed to look at them, memories of what they had done to him piercing his mind. He had begged and cried for them to let him go, had weeped when the poured oil over his hands and then—

Azriel shoved you further behind his back, wings flaring and shielding you. The two of you had been on a walk through a forest in the Night Court when two shadows had suddenly fallen over you. First you had thought it was just Cass and Rhys, spying on Az and his mate, but the moment the two brutes had slammed down on the ground, you had known that something bad was about to happen.

“Stay behind me. And when I tell you to run, you do,” Azriel breathed. You shook your head although he could not see—you would never leave him alone with those two. Never! He was your mate and the love of your life, you would never leave him behind.

“We were just wondering if your pretty mate wants to get to know her brothers-in-law. She is a beautiful female, would make a great plaything, don’t you think, Astarn?” Azriel’s second oldest brother drawled. He took a tentative step forward, Azriel moved a hand over Truth Teller.

“Oh little brother, come on, let us play with her. We can be nice. Let us have a taste and then you can have her back.” You shuddered at the perversion, dread colliding with panic inside of you. You were grossed out, but the feeling of angst prevailed.

“Stay away from her and go back to your war camp. Find someone to fight with there if that is what you want.” Astarn grinned, flared his wings and stepped forward. “It is not at all what we want. We want to share your mate. We want to make sure she is fully satisfied. I am not sure if you can do this? Does is fully please you, sweetness?”

You swallowed thickly, ignoring the male.

“Or are you grossed out by his filthy hands. Are you allowed to touch her, Azriel? Do you allow him to touch you with those hands? You must be disgusted.” “The only thing I am disgusted of you two. Stay away from us and leave us alone,” you stated, looking past Azriel’s broad chest, stepping up beside him and meeting his step-brother’s gaze.

“Oh, the lovely lady has a big mouth. Would love to feel that mouth on me.” Your body started shaking, bitterness and lethality reaching your through the bond. You knew Azriel was on the verge of breaking and going fully berserk on his step-brothers. He would unleash everything that he tried to hold back now and it would end in a blood bath. The consequences would be fatal. His father was an important war lord and it would cause and uproar is Azriel killed his beloved step-sons. The uproar would lead to riots and riots most likely to a war within the Night Court.

“Fuck off!” Azriel shouted, his fingers curling tighter around his hunting knife.

“Come on, sweetheart. Ignore the bastard and come have fun with two real males. I bet we have a bigger wingspan than him.”

It was too fast, there was no time for reacting. Querem lunged himself at you the moment Astarn headed for Azriel. Querem gripped you by your arms, forced your body to collid with his. His foul breath fanned your face when he pulled you flush to his chest and flared his wings. Nails digging into your skin, you released a scream and Querem flapped his wings. He took of and you screamed again, pure horror and panic reaching your through the bond. You screamed for Azriel, not knowing what his other step-brother had done or was doing to him. Azriel shouted your name, but he was cut off. You could hear iron colliding with iron, knowing that they were fighting. The brute’s hands were all over you, touching you everywhere while he flapped his wings and tried to reach the tree tops. “We are going to have so much fun, sweetness,” he sneered against the side of your head. Even though you were already quite high, you started to thrash and kick, screamed and shouted at him. He slowly slid a hand up your throat, trying to make you shut up. But you bit his palm with as much force as you could bring up. He released a shout of pain and then slapped your face. “Filthy bitch, you shouldn’t have done that.”

He released his hands from you, just letting you slip. A bold of dread pierced you. You headed to the ground, dread spread through your whole body, you tried to grab branches of trees to make you stop, but it was too late. Your head hit the ground first, then your back and then sweet oblivion settled over you.

A scream tore itself free from Azriel. He forced Astarn of him. Power rumbled through every fiber of his body, every restraint he had on himself came loose and he unleashed himself fully.

He could feel his heart thrum against his rib cage, blood pumping in his eyes. Cold rage reached the surface when his hands curled around the shaft of his hunting knife. He now longer stood there as their little step-brother—he faced them as the High Lord’s torture master. He had ended many lives and decided in that moment that two more souls falling at his hands wouldn’t matter.

“You hurt my mate. I am going to fucking kill you. Both of you. I will rip your throats out," Azriel threatened, siphons glowing bright blue and he lunged forward and pierced his dagger through the right side of Astarn��s chest. It would hurt like hell, but he would not die and that was what Azriel wanted. He wanted for them a slow and painful death, in his torture chambers. Your lifeless body was lying in the branches and leaves on the ground, but you were alive. He could feel you through the bond and it was the only thing that gave him strength. He knew he had to fight his brothers first and only then could return you to safety. But if you had died, he simply would have let them kill him. A life and world without you would be unimaginable. Azriel would no longer want to be if you weren’t in his life.

“I hope she is not dead,” Querem sneered when he slammed down on the ground behind Azriel. “I must have dropped her. Little whore, deserved it.” Azriel spun around, a fist collided with the side of his rib cage and he was yanked backwards. Azriel kicked out with his right foot, hitting his step-brother’s shin and hearing bones crack. That had landed a blow. When Querem lunged forward Azriel rammed Truth-Teller through his arm and slowly cut through the entire length of his limb. Querem cried out in pain, tears filling with eyes when his knees buckled.

A feeling of relief settled into Azriel’s gut when he tossed his bother’s body away. The feeling was quickly eroded when he remembered you. He hurdled over to your lifeless body and your eyes slowly blinked open.

“It hurts, Azriel,” you breathed, your vision blurry and your head aching. There was something damp at the back of your head—blood from where you had hit a stone.

“I know, baby. It will all be fine. I am getting you out of here. You are safe.” Azriel whispered, his hands sliding under your body. He kissed your forehead when he scooped you up. Another shadow fell over him, but this time it did not unsettle him, but rather calmed him. Cassian landed on the ground and took in the Shadowsinger’s bloody figure.

“I came as quick as possible. Rhys had informed me, he is on his way as well. What did they do?” Cassian breathed and quickly moved over to his brother.

Azriel sucked in a breath and cleared his throat, “They threatened her life. Attacked us and Querem tried to kidnap her. He let her drop,” Azriel informed, cradling you to his chest.

“She hit the ground but—“ The Spymaster’s voice broke and he felt tears burn in his eyes. Cassian clasped his shoulder tightly and let his eyes run over your shaking body. “But she is alive and awake. I will take her to Madja, she definitely has broken bones and hit her head. They two of them,” —Azriel tilted his head to the side— “are also alive. Can you bring them to the Hewn City for me. I want to take special care of them. It is why I left them live.” Reluctantly Cassian bowed his head, but said that he would to Rhysand about it.

The low groaning and noises of being in pain from his step-brothers mixed with low chuckling from Cassian when Azriel lounged skywards. He was thankful for Cassian having arrived, he was thankful to call Cassian a real brother.

His heart was still pounding against his ribcage when he reached the sky above the tree tops. He had no idea how badly injured you were, how far you have fallen. But you were awake and alive and that was what mattered the most to him in that moment. You shuddered in Azriel’s hold and drew in a shaky breath.

“It is fine. You are safe and you will never be in danger again. They are taken care of, my love,” Azriel whispered against the top of your head, his wings flapping harder against the wind.

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chiizuburger · 2 years ago

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SPYFAM MANGA SPOILER AHEAD PROCEED WITH CAUTION

when i realized that we were diving into twilight’s backstory in this chapter, i seriously took a moment to prepare myself because i just KNEW it was gonna break me.

i personally am never going to recover from it.

war is always going to be a devastating story and from the hints we were given in previous chapters / episode 1, it was clear that twilight’s backstory wasn’t going to be an exception.

AND BOY WAS IT D E V A S T A T I N G

i’ll spare ourselves from the details because, if you’re here reading this, you know i don’t have to elaborate on it.

but it really made me see twilight in a new light because 1) his father was a completely absent asshole father.

with twilight now being a father himself, it’s interesting to realize where he comes from whenever he sincerely wants to be a good parent to anya and what it probably meant to him for anya to have given him a 100 score back in the eden interview.

i imagine whenever he ends up scolding anya, twilight winces at himself because the words are familiar. whenever he apologizes, he means it sincerely because he knows how much it hurts.

also, there was a chapter prior to this, where anya talks about how twilight often gets mad at her for having poor grades and wonders if her papa even likes her and twilight overhears this because he was infiltrating the school again. going back to that moment now with the backstory in mind, i imagine twilight hated himself for making anya feel that way because he understood that feeling.

and another thing, 2) it’s no wonder twilight fools himself with the idea that everything he is doing for yor and anya are just “for the mission.” when you have lost all of your loved ones in the past, it be would difficult to allow yourself to be open to other people again. to become a spy was just perfect because it taught him to be detached.

i feel like twilight is aware of how much he cares for them, especially now in the manga. he just doesn’t want to verbalize it because doing so will mean fully giving into these feelings and thus making himself completely vulnerable again. that’s why he keeps questioning himself and keeps making sure he stays logical about it.

but his love for them is strong and there are moments when he allows himself to speak of it. i just look back to the chapter where he told bond to be careful because if anything happened to him (bond) someone back home would be heartbroken and reminded bond that he is a member of the forger family.

and if that’s not love, care for family, then i have no fucking idea what is!!

again, i’m never gonna recover from this chapter. i still weep thinking about it. i was eating breakfast and was just sobbing because i remembered it again.

and how that chapter ends?! with the reveal that twilight was dreaming about his past and waking up to yor and anya.

anya saw that twilight had a “bad dream” and anya comforted her papa saying, “it’s going to be okay, no need to be scared.”

IT’S SOOOOOO!!!!!

i look forward to the day that twilight will allow himself to completely let anya and yor love him. to allow himself to be loved again.

#spy x family #spy x family manga #spyfam #sxf #sxf manga #spyxfamily #loid forger #agent twilight #spy x family spoilers #spy x family manga spoliers #I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MANGA #IT IS SO GOOD #SO BRILLIANTLY WRITTEN

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inc0rrectmyths · 2 years ago

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some more Ares and Artemis short fic.

Cuz they are so fucking underrated

Ares was sitting under a hemlock tree. That tree was lonely, there was no one of its kind in the entire heavenly garden. And everyone avoided the poisonous tree cuz it was considered bad omen and also a symbol of badluck. But for Ares, it was the most beautiful. The little flowers that were deadly but also delicate. He loved sitting under it, all alone, lost in thoughts.

While he was sitting, he heard swift footsteps. Like someone ran across the bushes a few metres away from where he was. He shrugged it off thinking it might be the foxes, horses, rabbits or even the nymphs playing around. But after few moments passed, a faint weeping sound reached his ears. That made him stand up and look around. He summoned his sword, in case of some danger. He walked up to the bushes where he heard the weeps. And now that he was closer to the spot, he also heard the sound of... a bird..? Yeah bird! A bird whimpering. And he also recognized the weeps in a second. He quickly walked into the bushes and got to the clearing and yup he guessed it right. There sat the moon goddess with a swallow in her hand. Tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. "My dear dear sister, why are you weeping? " he knelt down, wrapping one arm around her slender shoulder. "O brother! Look at this little creature. She was so young. " she showed him the little lifeless body of a swallow. So this was making the whimpering noise, cuz it was struggling for life. Ares thought. "Art, but why are you so heartbroken? " he asked.

"I'm the protectress of the wild, the mother of these creatures. How can I not care? " she choked back a sob. "She left behind a pair of eggs, little ones shall hatch from them. Who will look after them? You? I? Who will look after them brother?! " Artemis blinked her eyes to stop the tears from flowing. And then closed them fully, and the bird vanished from her hands. After taking a long sigh, she opened her eyes. "Goodbye little swallow. Hope you find your way into the paradise and forever sing in the name of our heavenly Father. " she smiled.

Ares who was now very much sad seeing his sister like this, pulled her in a tight hug. "My sweet sister, I know how much your heart mourns for this little bird. So I promise you, as you said in your frustrated state of mind. You and I shall take care of this swallow's little offsprings. " Ares smiled as he saw the goddess' eyes sparkle with joy.

"Are you speaking the truth my dearest brother? " she jumped up. "Absolutely the truth. "

From then, they both adopted the two little eggs. Demeter also helped her nephew and niece to help the eggs hatch. And the two little swallows were a girl and a boy. Artemis named the boy "Andre" and Ares named the girl "Alexis"

They both were really close to the two deities. Andre accompanied Artemis in the forests. While Alexis always worked as a spy and a way to deliver letters in Ares' army. The two swallow siblings grew up to be very graceful and beautiful birds.

#greek mythology #artemis #ares #greek gods #greek goddess #headcanons #ares x artemis #platonic love #siblings #fanfics #greek mythology fanfiction

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dathen · 3 years ago

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God I just had another thought about your excellent post on promises-Jon probably doesn't feel he's throwing his life away, or martyring himself because as he says to Martin, "I'm still here, we can still be together." They can just chill in the panopticon playing I spy and making out.

That’s definitely part of it! Martin asked him to “try his hardest to live” and Jon promised to not leave Martin alone. To Jon, he would still be himself: enough to withstand the Eye, enough to move people to the End domain, and enough to love Martin.

Martin, meanwhile:

Martin: Okay, setting aside the fact that it’s a suicidal idea, it’s just completely stupid! What actual good would it do? Right now, as far as I can see, we’d just be swapping one self-important, floating, hollowed-out terror zombie for another!

This immediately shows as soon as Martin realizes Jon is the Pupil:

Jon: Martin! I’m still here.

Martin: Are you? How much of you is even left, now?

Jon: It’s still me, Martin. I’m still here.

Martin: How would you even know?

For a moment, Martin already considers Jon gone, swearing furiously at him like he’s just another “hollowed-out terror zombie,” challenging him when Jon promises it’s still him.

Martin sees it as suicide, letting himself be scraped hollow and fully taken by the Eye--and he has reason to fear this, given Jon’s draw to the Eye all this time. Jon’s scenario, is much closer to how many fan theories expected the ending to be: a sacrifice and imprisonment, but with his beloved at his side, similar to the Bifrost Incident’s Loki and Sigyn.

For this, we can say that for the moment, Jon was right: even after he became the Pupil, he was still himself, enough to love and weep and make yet another sacrifice. But again, it’s a matter of perspective and the spirit of the promise: Jon didn’t see becoming the Pupil as destroying himself. But even if it didn’t force Martin to lose Jon, it forced him to lose the happy life together he’d envisioned from following Annabelle’s plan.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma finale #suicide mention #A+++ input!! thank you

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fairyhaven13 · 2 years ago

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I saw this making the rounds among the Self Shippers I follow, so I had to do one! I saw this on @shiny-self-shipping‘s page for reference. I did edit the name, though, because although these OCs all started as self-ships, now they look absolutely nothing like me. But, they were still created with the intention of shipping with a favorite character, and I think they count. I had to add a couple extra rows because I just have so many. I’ll put some info on each ship under the cut.

Kind vs Cruel--that’s my non-Hazbin version of Alastor (I use him in the Owl House instead) with an OC I haven’t fully decided on a name for. I’m still working on figuring out her story. Right now I’m thinking she accidentally brings Alastor from the Boiling Isles to the human world and has to teach him how to live there.

Morosexual and Moron--that’s another unnamed OC with Sun Wukong, specifically the version of him from Lego Monkie Kid. He’s an overconfident idiot with a good heart. What’s not to love?

Drive Each Other Nuts--Barbara Ann Berry, or just “Ann,” who works for King Dice at the casino. She’s always causing trouble, and he’s always getting onto her case for it, but they love each other anyway.

Dork and Debonair--my TF2 class, Snitch, with the red Spy. Gosh, I drew him awful. His face is surprisingly difficult to capture.

Criminal Pals to Lovers--Pepper, an alien from outside Star Command’s influence, rebuilds Nos4a2 and they become partners in crime.

Height Difference--Zoe and Troy are sent back in time to Borderlands 2 and become part of the Vault Hunter gang there, falling in love in the process.

Peppy and Grumpy--Dottie was originally Cad’s target, but she ends up helping him enough that they become partners. She’s a sweetheart and he hates it but he gets fond of her as time goes on.

It’s About Power--Layne is my Courier Six and is very smart and very strong. She won’t let Dean be in control like he wants to be. He very unexpectedly gets flustered by this.

Lit Major and Drama Major--Jill is a New Yorker with a calm outlook and thinks she’s very profound. Scarecrow is a perceptive ham who shows Jill that she isn’t as great as she thought she was.

Sunshine and Tsundere--Rynn Spicito gets the card pack instead of Luke and glitches the game out, getting physically sucked into it. She is enamored by P03 and refuses to leave him alone, and he won’t admit he likes it, even when he ends up saving her from the agent who came to kill her.

Mom Friend and Dad Friend--Barb runs into Sam and Max on a mission gone crazy (as usual) and ends up part of the team. She’s very maternal and is always watching after the two, scolding them when they’re particularly rotten and baking them cookies on the side.

Poised Perfection and Ditz--Sally May got pulled into the Dishonored games through Void shenanigans and the Outsider is baffled by it. She loves teasing him and running around like a headless chicken and it amuses him greatly.

Hurt/Comfort--Marylin, my Anti-Maria Robotnik, is knee-deep in the war with Zobotnik when her team captures Ztarline. He quickly realizes that, A, she is a Robotnik, and B, she is a kindhearted one who won’t betray him, and joins her side. He briefly is terrified when Finitevus turns her into Enerjak but honestly he finds it more enamoring. They’re there for each other when they weep over past memories in the middle of the night.

Nervous Wreck and Monster--Parcel was from the normal dimension on Earth and was pulled into the crazy side Hat Kid landed on. She is terrified of Snatcher, but he ropes her into a contract as his mailwoman and she’s too happy to have job security to complain. She catches Snatcher off guard by bonding with him through it.

Hermbo and Tired Cynic--Sarah is a half-Trill who ends up on DS9. Her inclusion changes the timeline and Weyoun ends up on the station as well, with her teaching him how to Person. She’s endlessly optimistic and it’s what keeps him going.

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kantrips · 3 years ago

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Alistair & Celia Headcanon Collection

Some Amell x Alistair (largely fluff) headcanons! Includes some from Origins, Warden time at Amaranthine and the Inquisition-era. Some of these I have had since my first playthrough, but others I may have read elsewhere, loved and thusly absorbed so please let me know if I can link anyone!

Origins

The first time they meet at Ostagar, Celia thinks Alistair is the most fascinating person she has ever encountered because no one in the Circle had a particularly boisterous sense of humour. Alistair is oblivious to her heart eyes, and also holds back because he’s worried she won’t survive the Joining.

Even after the Joining, Alistair tries very hard not to ~feel feelings~ despite the clear signals Celia is hurling at him because he assumes she won’t like him once she gets to know him more/she will get bored of him/ she will leave like everyone else i.e. the boy is hecking damaged.

Celia laughs obnoxiously hard at all Alistair’s jokes because a) she finds them unexpected, and b) because, like a dork, she wants to prove she gets the punch line. Alistair is perplexed by her reactions at first, and cautiously wonders if she is mocking him. Once he realises she is genuinely amused, it bolsters his ego significantly.

Celia has no concept of personal space and sits and walks very close to everyone. There wasn’t a lot of room at the Circle so she forgets she can spread out. Morrigan makes it clear she needs to back off (Celia doesn’t need telling twice) but Alistair is more relaxed and gets used to it quickly after the confusion of the first night when she blithely sets up her bedroll right next to his. Alistair assumes she is a bit scared of sleeping in the forest but really she is just accustomed to the need to cram as many apprentice bunks into a room as possible.

In a way, Alistair is also used to sharing small spaces (Chantry and Wardens) so it doesn’t bother him at all when Celia chooses to sit pressed against his side, walks so their arms bump together, or unconsciously brushes an eyelash from his cheek. He quickly grows to like her overfamiliarity (for some reason…).

Similarly, Alistair eats Celia’s leftover food if she can’t finish it or doesn’t like it, even before they’re a couple. She just offers one day and after that it becomes a given. The others side-eye them but they are happily oblivious.

Celia gets in trouble from the rest of the party for getting distracted yelling encouragement and cheering Alistair during combat. In turn, Alistair gets in trouble for turning around mid-battle to thank her when she buffs or heals him. Morrigan advises that if they are both so determined to get killed, she is more than happy to assist with hastening the process.

Celia’s mabari, Trevor, is quickly accepting of Alistair and his proximity to Celia because he observes Alistair protecting Celia in battle and thusly deems him to be a ‘good dog’ and considers that they are equals in the pack.

Alistair and Celia vandalise each other’s wanted posters whenever they come across them. It gets competitive.

Celia doesn’t really want to be in charge of saving the world but has three things working in her favour: 1) she absolutely hates letting people down 2) has an intense need to finish what she starts 3) she is in possession of a bossy streak.

That said she spends the entire Blight screaming internally to an extent not even Alistair fully grasps.

They go to the Circle Tower first, because Celia thinks she will have the best chance of getting help from people she knows and is also ‘homesick’ in the sense that she is very glad to be free of the place, but stressed enough with everything going on to crave something familiar even if she resents it. The events there devastate her. Along with the loss of friends and mentors she has known since childhood, being trapped by herself in the fade particularly terrifies her as she has never truly been alone for so long before in her life. It reminds her of the Harowing which totally blindsided her. She is very teary, untalkative and introspective for some time afterwards, but both Trevor and Alistair have the correct instinct to stay close without trying to interact with her which she finds incredibly comforting.

Accustomed to making potions, Celia will not under any circumstances deviate from a recipe while cooking, whereas Alistair just chucks everything in to use up leftovers and see what happens. Alistair gets meals together super quickly whereas Celia takes forever. A little unfairly, Celia is perceived as the better cook because she produces very consistent meals, while Alistair’s experiments sometimes do work, and sometimes don’t, with people tending to focus on the disasters rather than the successes. Meanwhile Celia is rather: “should I add half a sprig of rosemary? No I mustn’t: it would be far too daring!” so everyone learns to tip their own seasonings into their bowl before even tasting her food.

When they’re travelling and walking for days on end, Alistair and Celia make up a lot of games in the vein of ‘I spy’ and ‘would you rather?’ They can occasionally persuade others to participate though no one enjoys them or gets quite as invested as Celia and Alistair (who are actual children).

A game stops abruptly one day when Celia guilelessly asks if Alistair would rather be Emperor of Orlais or King of Fereldan and he gets extremely defensive and answers, “Neither.” Having no context for this reaction (yet), Celia (a stickler for the rules) pushes him, insisting his answer isn’t allowed and that he’s cheating until Alistair gets grouchy, stomps off and refuses to play anything for days.

Celia figures he must be overtired, but his unhappy reaction does come back to her later at the Landsmeet and contributes to her already firm resolve not to put him on the throne.

When bored, Alistair also periodically asks Celia to, “Do a trick!” with her magic and she usually obliges with something small and silly which Wynne always scolds them for (but they continue to do anyway).

Celia does not like Eamon one bit and makes it clear from their first meeting. Alistair actually gets a bit annoyed at her because she is polite to 99% of the other people they meet and he can’t understand what her problem is. Celia won’t say because she doesn’t want to drive Alistair away so she remains coldly civil towards Eamon and commences a long, looong process of nudging Alistair towards having the realisation himself that a) Eamon is manipulative, selfish and cruel and b) Alistair deserves better.

Celia wants to collect some of the books they find which is not practical given they are constantly travelling, but Alistair carries as many as he can in his pack and suffers in silence for it, ultimately finding it worth it for her enthusiastic gratitude.

Celia cuts Alistair’s hair and does a very respectable job after weeks of him complaining it’s flopping in his eyes (they used to cut each other’s hair in the Circle). Zevran pretends she did an awful job, gasping in horror at Alistair’s appearance, much to Celia’s ire. Alistair (internally weeping) tries to be brave until he can check his reflection in some plate mail and see it is fine.

Celia is very naïve about how the ‘real world’ works having been at the Circle since she was a child. This is especially evident in Denerim and Alistair has to explain how money works and grab her before she wanders down dicey looking alleyways.

Alistair nearly dissolves into a paroxysm of agony when he points out his favourite type of cheese at the Denerim Markets and (accustomed to the very limited range of bland foods provided at the Circle) Celia innocently asks, “There is more than one type of cheese?” Alistair makes it his mission to educate her. She doesn’t like most of what he feeds her but doesn’t say so to protect his feelings given he seems to take the matter so incredibly personally.

Leliana convinces Celia to sing one evening at the campfire. She’s breathy with a very limited range but manages okay, and Leliana plays and harmonises in support. Watching on with a goofy smile plastered over his face, Alistair comments to the surrounding companions about how talented she is and they’re like “…she’s really not mate.”

When they both wake up from a blightmare (or Celia has one and wakes Alistair with her flailing) they sneak about and eat anything they can find then sit up and have massive deep & meaningfuls (i.e. in the spirit of going for a long drive with a friend or being in the garden with someone outside a party and spilling your guts). Eventually they start blaming the depleted food stores on Leliana’s nug, Schmooples, much to Leliana’s displeasure.

Given Celia usually responds so well to his jokes, Alistair gets a bit peeved when Celia starts replying to some of his more severely self-deprecating humour with an unamused, “No you’re not,” or, “That’s not true.” He defensively argues it’s just a joke, but he does stop doing it so much as time goes on.

Celia is SO excited when Alistair gives her the rose. She never in her life thought she would be the recipient of a proper ~romantic gesture~…however she accidentally sits on the rose about five minutes after she gets it. Celia is devastated. There is a lot of panic and tears and she keeps one petal pressed in a book but has to unceremoniously ditch the rest in secret.

Celia doesn’t tell Alistair about this until years later and she’s terrified he’ll be hurt but he just laughs because he was so worried he was going to be the one to squash it and then she destroyed it basically the minute she got it. Alistair acknowledges it was an impractical gift given their situation. Celia gets mad and says it was a PERFECT gift and is annoyed at how funny he finds it given this has been a crushing, guilty secret hanging over her for years.

Following this, every time Alistair gives her any kind of gift, he can’t help but throw in a ‘Don’t sit on it!” and cracks himself up, especially when Celia gets grumpy about it and accuses him of spoiling the moment. It happens so often that when Alistair chooses a horse for her and plans to teach her to ride, Celia manages to cut him off with, “Yes, I know Alistair: I can sit on this one,” and steals his thunder.

Alistair periodically says Celia’s name just to check if she’ll answer, especially after a long period of quiet or to see if she’s awake à la screaming in the chantry because it’s so silent. When she responds he says, “Nothing” or “Never mind” but he finds it vaguely comforting just to hear her reply and it’s a habit he never loses, even when they have been together for years and he is much less isolated generally. Alistair doesn’t realise he’s doing it, and it never happens frequently enough for Celia to notice: she just assumes he has lost his train of thought.

They sometimes conspire to purposely fall to the back of the group while on the road so that they can hold hands. Everyone knows full well what they are doing, but Alistair and Celia think they are being incredibly ~sneaky~.

The first time they sleep together they laugh. A lot. Before, during and after.

Alistair snores loudly but only when he’s on his back. Celia is used to the noise of people sleeping around her at the Circle so it doesn’t bother her and she doesn’t want to disturb him because she knows he needs the rest.

When they are known to be sharing a tent however, their companions will slap on the walls of it and demand she kick him until he stops snoring. Celia will relent and gently prod and nudge Alistair until he rolls over with a bit of sleepy grumbling.

I think everyone has this headcanon to the point it is basically actual canon HOWEVER I am legally obligated to include it: Alistair is a professional body heat distributor and Celia drastically cuts down on the number of blankets she uses once they are sleeping together. If she stands in front of him on cold days, he understands the non-verbal signal and will automatically wrap her in his cloak.

Also might as well be canon: Alistair likes to be the little spoon. He doesn’t say, but Celia knows.

Decidedly not a fluff one (you can skip to Amaranthine to avoid) but the ritual with Morrigan fairly significantly messes Alistair up (both the act itself and his consideration of the repercussions i.e. Kieran). He’s jubilant and relieved at their victory over the Archdemon, but in the background struggles to process and there is some fallout once the victory celebrations lull and he has time to fully register what happened. Alistair grapples with a lot of guilt, disgust and confusion. He doesn’t know how to express it or where to direct his emotions so it mainly manifests as self-loathing. He wants to talk to Celia about it but can’t articulate his feelings which makes him feel worse.

Celia tries to comfort him, but he needs space on and off for a long while after and she gives him it. She feels a lot of guilt too, and never stops wondering how much it was actually his choice to do the ritual, worrying that she made him feel like he had to do it. Eventually they discuss it openly and honestly, which eases both of their minds somewhat, but it takes a long time to get to a point where they can talk on the subject. Meeting Kieran at Skyhold also helps Alistair down the line, though it’s obviously painful.

Amaranthine & Inquisition

Alistair keeps an eye out for people struggling, especially new recruits who are having trouble fitting in. He takes them under his wing and is very good at building people up and making sure everyone is included. He’ll just start enthusiastically greeting people like they are his best friend and squeezing himself onto the bench next to them at meals until everyone else follows suit.

For recruits that don’t respond well to his ‘mother hen’ type attention, Celia is good at assigning tasks that specifically highlight their strengths and builds their confidence/sense of purpose which also gains them the respect of their peers.

Alistair has been known to stand behind Celia while she is giving mundane orders/making speeches and pull faces or impersonate her, turning stony and impassive when she spins around accusingly because people are laughing.

But if anyone else talks smack about her he gets very, “Sorry mate, just to clarify was that comment directed at my wife, your Commander, the hERO OF FERELDAN, VANQUISHER OF AN ARCHDEMON!? That’s lucky, I didn’t THINK IT LIKELY. Because that wouldn’t be WISE, would it now?” etc. with some loud, fake laughter and firm backslapping for the worst offenders.

The plan for them to part ways so that Celia can search for a cure goes very badly, especially because Celia (under a lot of stress and not coping™) eventually devolves into, “I’m in charge and I say so,” which is a big betrayal of their agreements both to stay together, and make decisions together on equal footing. She realises this and takes it back but Alistair is demoralised and gives in with a bit of petty, sarcastic reverence e.g. saluting and, “Whatever you say boss, don’t know why I dared to utter an opinion how foolish of me...” so they still part on slightly strained terms, even after later mutually apologising and trying to make the most of their time together before they go.

Both regret the argument during their separation and write horribly soppy letters to each other, but something still feels uncomfortably unresolved until they are together again. They pine. So much. It’s disgusting and cliched. There is considerable sighing and staring at the moon or deep into tankards, very much to the ire of those around them. Alistair can be particularly annoying: “This roll reminds me of my wife...she eats bread sometimes...”

After Celia sends the letter to the Inquisitor, she writes to Leliana directly along the lines of, “I know it was incredibly subtle but I wanted to check: did they get the message? That I will destroy them if Alistair gets hurt?” and Leliana replies in the vein of, “Hon, it wasn’t even remotely subtle ffs…”

When reunited, though ecstatic and nearly delirious with joy and relief, it takes a while to rebuild the trust they once had, especially for Alistair. There’s an unfamiliar awkwardness that flares up unexpectedly, but it doesn’t last and they’re both fully committed to each other and to staying together permanently this time.

Celia and Alistair have a conversation recapping everything that happened while they were apart in which Celia is all, “Poor Hawke. Honestly I’m shocked you didn’t do something obscenely idiotic like try and sacrifice yourself thank the Maker for that…” and Alistair is there, nervously sweating, looking for an exit, loosening his collar etc.

As they settle back into their old routines Alistair will occasionally blurt out things like, “I really like having breakfast with you,” and then berate himself internally for how trite that sounds but Celia replies on cue, “I love waking up next to you and the way you groan when you stretch your back out and the way you check your hair twice before you leave the room and the way you complain if I don’t eat my crusts and the way you still hold my hand when we’re walking...” and basically they’re just blissfully happy being comfortably domestic and even as they get older they are forever just teenagers in love.

The Wardens at Amaranthine acquire/receive a griffon egg and the hatchling imprints on Alistair and decides he is their mother. It can’t cope with separation, crying constantly if Alistair goes out of sight, and won’t let anyone else feed or handle it so Alistair carries them in a sling 24/7. He gets to give orders and run training sessions with the tiny griffon occasionally poking its head out just to glare at everyone.

Whenever the baby griffon squeaks, Alistair automatically replies, “Well said,” or “Excellent point, Ser Beaksly” with a totally straight face.

For the first few months, Celia gets nipped or scratched if she approaches Alistair unless he wraps the griffon up. It so badly wants to fight her. Celia is permitted to sleep in her own bed, as long as the griffon sleeps curled on Alistair’s chest and Celia doesn't try anything outrageous like touching her husband even fleetingly. It gets a little frustrating as the months drag on, but the image of Alistair with the sling over his armour, or with the griffon snuggling possessively around his neck staring daggers at everyone, is so entertaining that Celia can’t get truly annoyed about it. As the griffon gets older it does learn to tolerate other people and becomes more independent but remains very protective of Alistair and favours him above all others. Insert the ‘Ah yes. Me. My husband. And his thousand pound murder-bird-cat child’ meme here.

Modern AU Bonus Round

They share headphones while commuting.

They occasionally end up wearing sort of matching outfits, mostly unintentionally.

They consistently refer to their dog, Trevor, as their son to the point that people who aren’t familiar with them assume that they actually have a child.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #warden alistair #warden x alistair #amell x alistair #warden amell #headcanons #my art #my writing #file under no one cares but me #but my goodness do I ever care #I can't wait to delete a bunch of these from my phone where they have been lurking forever #this draft is weeks old why am I so scared of posting on tumblr???#the problem is the longer I leave it #the more I add #I'm out of control #this is too many headcanons #I must be stopped

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elvendara · 3 years ago

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Kingdom Come

Not fully fleshed out but I've been so absent on here thought I'd post this. Another Yooran of course!

“What is this?” Saeran asked, hands well away from the weapons at his hips. It would not do to make this diplomatic mission turn into an all out war. But his hands were itching to fight. Using words was not something he had ever mastered. Unfortunately, his brother, who was arguably much better at word play, had been too far from the kingdom when word had come that King Demogon was ready to negotiate terms for the end of the war.

“While you are here, the king wishes you to enjoy all the pleasures our kingdom has to offer. If none of these young ladies are to your liking, we can arrange for a more diverse offering. Perhaps you might be so inclined as to provide us with your preferences.” The oily advisor, Bar A’karn, smirked as he showed off the barely clothed females in a line behind him. Saeran counted seven women, all who appeared very much willing and eager to spend time in his bed. It was not out of the ordinary for this kingdom to use its women in such a way. They were brought up learning the art of satisfying men almost from birth. It was a disgusting cultural norm. But if he refused, he would be insulting the king.

There were two men standing at either end, presumably guards of the king’s harem. The one on the left was tall with blond hair and blue eyes. Most of the inhabitants of the kingdom were fair of skin and hair. The one on the right was about his height, also with blond hair but the most stunning amethyst eyes. A shade he’d never seen in his own kingdom.

He turned towards the advisor, “I’ve made my decision.”

“Excellent, which of these lovely ladies would you like sent to your chambers?” The idea was to have her live with him while he was in the castle. Likely a good way to spy on him in private.

“That one.” He pointed towards the man on the left and spun on his heels, leaving the chamber and motioning for one of the servants to show him to his rooms. There was stunned silence behind him and then a flutter of commotion broke out. Saeran grinned and kept on walking.

He thanked the servant, which seemed to surprise the shorter man. The room was massive, the king-sized bed had large posts and a canopy with heavy drapery and bedding. There were double doors that led to a balcony. A desk was placed in front of the bed. There were two lanterns and the means to light them on it, along with some parchment, ink, quills, sand in a small bowl and a candy dish. A huge wardrobe was to the left of the bed. Both nightstands held candles on golden sconces. The opulence of the room made him shake his head.

This king and his father would get along just fine. They both seemed to believe power and money were the most important things in the world. He unbuckled his belt and tossed it on the bed, along with his swords. Shrugging off the heavily embroidered overcoat made him feel lighter. It was laid over the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed. He sat heavily on it and began to remove his boots when there was a light knock on the door.

“Enter.” He called out. The door opened and the young blond man with the stunning eyes stepped inside. Eyes wide and nervous but standing straight and tall. It was a good sign. Saeran felt a little guilty for letting the man believe he would be sharing his bed nightly, not that he wasn’t attractive enough for it, but he was hardly the type to force that kind of intimacy with anyone against their will.

“You can come closer, let me get a good look at you.” He stood in his stockinged feet and waited for the other man to stand before him. His fair skin was flushed, the red all the way down his neck, his ears burning embers. “Take your clothes off.” He ordered. The man’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened even more but he didn’t protest. In fact, after gathering himself he began to do just that.

“That’s enough.” Saeran said once the overcoat and tunic were off. He stood there in his undershirt and trousers. Saeran took the man’s hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb, marveling at the difference in skin tone. He was slightly darker, mostly because he spent so much time out of doors. This man looked as if he’d never set foot outside the castle. His hands were smooth and dainty. He had obviously never done any hard labor either. Pampered then. Suddenly he wondered if he had been made into a eunuch. It was usually done for those men who were responsible for taking care of a powerful man’s harem. A barbaric way to make sure the wolf you set in the henhouse didn’t eat the hens.

“What is your name?” he asked, letting go of the man’s hand. It appeared as if he wanted to take a step back, but he held his ground. So Saeran took another step towards him, standing nose to nose, almost touching.

“I..it…I…uh…Yoo…Yoosung my lord.” He stuttered, anxiety coming off him in waves.

“Yoosung?”

“Yes my lord.”

“You can drop the lord crap, it makes my jaw clench.”

“Yes, of course my lo…uh…of course.”

“Saeran, my name is Saeran.”

“S…Saeran.”

“Good. Now that we’re getting to know each other, why don’t you tell me a little more about you.” Saeran sat on the bench, moved his coat to the bed and patted next to him invitingly.

“Certainly, although there isn’t much to interest a prince like you.” Yoosung sat next to Saeran, both feet on the floor, knees together, hands clasped on his lap.

“I’ll be the judge of that. I’m curious about you.” Saeran tried to be as unformal as possible, but the man was not relaxing at all.

“If you say so my lo…uh…Saeran.” He swallowed hard and refused to look at Saeran at all. “I was born a bastard. My mother was a cook in the kitchens. I never knew who my father was but she was allowed to raise me as long as I was not underfoot. I believe only because she was one of the best cooks the king had and she threatened to leave if she wasn’t allowed to keep me here. Because of that however, some resented her, and me of course. Oh, but I had a wonderful life in the castle! Don’t get me wrong, the king has been nothing but kind…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not about to go complain to anyone about what you say to me.” Saeran reassured him and finally the man seemed to visibly relax, he was sure there had also been a small smile in there. “Go on.”

“Well, at first my mother taught me how to cook and bake. It was wonderful! The kitchen staff soon became very protective of me and also showed me their trade secrets. I was very good and my mother had hopes that the king would let me stay in the kitchen, but…” the man’s shoulders slumped.

“What happened?” Saeran asked.

“It didn’t matter how good my cooking was, the king didn’t want me in the kitchen. He had me train.”

“Train?”

“War training. I could understand the strategy of war, but, when it came to the physical aspect…” he shrugged and looked away. “He would get angry, as if I was doing it on purpose to make him look bad. I don’t understand…I…Oh, why am I telling you this?” Yoosung stood and walked towards the doors of the balcony, throwing them open and stepping outside to take in some large breaths.

Saeran followed and saw the man was weeping. He pulled him into a hug. The man stiffened at first, then allowed himself to be embraced.

“Please, please don’t tell anyone what I’ve said…I…I…”

“I won’t say a word, I promise. I know you don’t know me well, but I am a man of my word.” They stepped away from each other and Saeran used his thumb to wipe Yoosung’s tears away.

“You make me feel…safe. How is that possible? I don’t even know you.” Yoosung whispered.

Saeran smiled. He’d never had this kind of affect on people. Most new people he met didn’t trust him at all because of his tendency to tell the truth no matter how ugly it was. But he also felt something different about this man. Even so, he wasn’t about to lay his entire life out there like Yoosung was. What he’d said so far made something itch in the back of his mind. He wondered. If what he wondered was true, it meant that Yoosung might be one of the luckiest men alive, or one of the unluckiest.

#my posts #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mention of Saeyoung #another fantasy AU #probably gonna be pretty short though #I don't have any big plans for this one #Was supposed to be just a short single scene but it got longer!#LOLOL #mysme #mystic messenger #luciel choi

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HEYYYY IT'S ME AGAIN!!! i remembered that 3/4 of the lone wolves + itaru don't have years of emotional repression in this au... which means sakuya has years of emotional repression then 🧍 (is a sakuya oshi) BUT IT'LL BE SO INTERESTING IF HE'S THE ONE STRUGGLING TO OPEN UP BECAUSE OF ADULTING™️ AND BEING ALONE IN THE WORLD FOR SO LONG...

OOOOH I ALSO THINK IT'S A NEAT DETAIL IF LIKE, THEY HAVE THE ACTUAL SONGS IN THE AU NOW BECAUSE OF MASUMI... and both tsuzuru and masumi do not know How to Take Care of Themselves because of their one-track mind when composing/writing

and yukio coming back to not three overprotective dads hovering over izumi (sakuya, masumi, azami), but also an entire yakuza group, a nation (zahra), and a whole bunch of teenagers guarding izumi

yuki and azami also making izumi try a lot of different coordinates and fits is so heartwarming to me, but i think it'll be silly if she refuses to let go of her "weird jacket" no matter what (because it's a gift from yukio) OH AND IZUMI HAVING AN ENTIRE GROUP OF ADMIRERS IN SCHOOL BECAUSE OF HOW COOL SHE IS... kinda like kaoru from bandori because she can play any gender, so everyone is head over heels for her

also i can imagine citron being an actual exchange student because he had to have a cover, so he's now tasutsumuita's senpai in college!

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🌸 ANON OH MY BELOVED.... been looking forward to this maneuver (<<< answering an ask) for a few days.

for context on the mAnkAi swAp AU , you can check out this tag - and it's under the cut this time bc i got a little rambley!

YAYAYA. Like. Obviously all of our scrunky lone wolves are still having Issues, but it's not as many years of repression as in canon. Also this literally just made me realize how fucked up and evil it is that they gave Sakuya a backstory that was equivalent enough to get a link skill with a man whose entire family has been dead for like over half of his life, and two former super spy kids. like HE'S FACKING 17!!

but ABSOLUTELY. your analysis is spot on. He's gotten used to doing the cheerful facade of like, a totally normal adult, and honestly I don't even know if he fully understands how ingrained it's becomed in him. He knows his life hasn't been ideal, but really, it's not that bad - he's fine, really! Really! (he is not)

WAIT OMG THAT'D BE SO CUTE. and tbh it's explain why so many masumi songs slap so hard. he's like i'm gonna sprinkle in some extra flair in this wonderland a go go as a treat.

and YA YA EXACTLY. did u know that for the longest time i tricked myself into believing that like, a major story development was that masumi started to assist tsuzuru in writing plays during like, harugumi 7th. i was CONVINCED this was an actual plot point and i got so hurt when i realized it wasn't. anyway, tsuzuru masumi friendship has always been important to me. i think in this au it's partially like... masumi getting to be an older figure for tsuzuru, and tsuzuru finally getting to be the immature one. for so long, he's been forced to be the perfect older brother and responsible student etc etc. so i think getting to hang out with oldsumi and being allowed to be immature is freeing. but also this immaturity is partially them both enabling their bad creative habits OOPS

HELP THIS IMAGE IS SO TRUE BUT ALSO SO FUNNY. i'm just imagining like. All of them surroudnign Izumi while yukio is out there. i'd also add tenma to the list of new dad just dropped, as erm. A part of Izumi's arc in this AU is that she has to come to terms with the fact that her dad cared more about theater then he did about her. And Tenma also had to realize his parents cared more about acting then him.

ALSO HELP THAT'S ADORABLE. i love the idea of izumi refusing to abandon her weird girl jacket but the idea of it being from yukio is so bittersweet. i think izumi is truly convinced that it is the Fit Of All Time and yuki is just weeping.

OMG SHE DEFINITELY DOES. i mean. look at the a3 fandom. everybody in the a3 fandom is an izumi admirer. it follows that in this au, the school would also recognize her genius

also OOOH now there's an idea!! my original thoughts were to keep citron as still um. faking his college thign and just going "i'm doing online classes dw about it <3" but this is smth that i do see a lot of potential in... i'd like for him to get his education i think he'd enjoy it.

#🌸 anon #mAnkAi swAp #I ALWAYS WORRY IF I SHOULD TAG THESE MORE OR LESS #LIKE FOR NAVIGATION VS WORRY ABOUT FLOODING TAG #a3!#< realized i forgot that #i think that one is okay. just one generic tag right #anyway TY SO MUCH ANON AS ALWAYS!!#school is hard. thinkijng abt mankai swap au is happy

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~Friday Headcanons~

Today’s Topic: Skye (after the little blurb down below)

y’know what i miss? Posting headcanons, so what am I gonna do about it? FRIDAYYYYY

Still deciding whether or not to do it twice a week (Tuesdays), though knowing me that’ll probably happen. Either way, I love incorrect quotes but I genuinely miss headcanons and I have so many I want to write down that I just never know what else to do with. Since I got a lineup of quotes that are queued for every other day atm, I get so impatient on the days in between but I don’t want to keep going on daily posting sprees and then becoming nonexistent for like three weeks in between-

They’ll mostly be about Chapter 2 battle pass skins since they’re the ones I’m most comfortable writing about (especially 1-3 and 5, won’t include the marvel pals because i really don’t know crap about them lmao), but I’m open to requests on others and will definitely be writing out scenarios for groups! Only thing I won’t really do is ships since I generally just don’t play around with pairings, other than Jules and Fade.

Anyway, onto the headcanons! Today we’re starting with my favorite girl :)

Skye

Gonna go a bit into the backstory I have for her for any newcomers or anyone who doesn’t remember, basically her dad worked for A.L.T.E.R and her mom worked for E.G.O, but her mom was a double agent which was how her parents met. Long story short, someone from A.L.T.E.R found out and killed her mom, then started threatening Skye so her dad handed her off to someone and thus began her story. Skye was only two years old at this time.

She stayed at Camp Cod for four years, back before the loop it was a normal camp (the loop in my universe is a whole different timeline that i’ll have to explain at some point, but the basis is that C2 has been going on for about 10 years in my storyline, but the island existed like a normal place for at least 25 years beforehand.)

When she was six, she was handed off to another person away from Camp Cod due to a safety issue concerning the person who threatened her before she was sent there.

Skye picks things up fairly quickly and usually has an easier time adapting to situations. She takes this with pride and it’s one of the reasons she enjoys camping and adventuring so much. (Speaking of pride, happy pride month! ❤️)

At Camp Cod she was defo one of those kids who more or less says “I love you” to everyone she talked to more than once.

Before Midas took her in when she was eleven, she had four caretakers. Aside from her first at Camp Cod, the longest she stayed with one was two years (age 8-10). After the loop came around, she forgot the names of her first two.

Before she was ten, she had never been past the southern side of the island, or past Misty Meadows.

Weeping Woods is her favorite location and one of her places of comfort. If she really wants to be alone, she’ll go there.

She didn’t stay with Midas at first when he took her in, but with Journey (because Journey wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for literally bringing a child to a dangerous spy base).

Journey would take her to the mountains a lot and Skye absolutely loved it.

Journey taught Skye the basics of handling a grappler, needless to say the adventurer definitely had her gear of choice.

Midas decided to start teaching her tactical skills and stuff sometime after she turned 14. She had already been really interested in the whole agent thing for a while. About five or so months before C2S2, age 15, he officially activated her.

One of the first things she convinced him to let her do as an agent was travel as much as the island as she could, this first adventure being where she got most of the photos you found on her bulletin board. (photo source: reddit)

Her disappearing every so often for a couple days at a time quickly became a normal thing. At first though she’d just kinda leave while forgetting to tell anyone, until Midas got on to her about it so she made extra sure to tell him whenever she wanted to go off again.

One of these little expeditions was where she found her sword, on the hill to the right of The Grotto.

Her third caretaker (age 8-10) had a keyboard lying around and taught her how to play piano. Skye would practice at least every other day and learned a handful of songs.

One day Midas showed her around The Yacht for the first time when she was twelve. The whole tour was a bit of a blur to her, until she saw the piano. Being the little excitable ball of energy she was, she instantly ran over and started playing. She was rusty of course for not playing in a couple years but she remembered most of the things she learned before.

She organized a birthday party for Journey on The Yacht (Midas can’t say no to her at this point) and played Happy Birthday for her on the piano.

A month before C2S2 is when Midas decided to officially make her in charge of The Shark. She had help running the place of course for the first month by various agents and top henchmen, but the day the season started was the day she decided she was ready to handle it on her own.

She especially loved being at The Shark because of the piano; in between missions and patrols she would play it, and sometimes if she really wanted to play but was busy she’d do it in the middle of the night.

In between The Device’s aftermath and the move to The Fortilla, she’d play more often because she couldn’t find much else to do. It was one of the activities she used to cope with the despair GHOST faced after Midas’ and Jules’ supposed betrayal, before the flood took over The Shark for good (in The Tide Rises, The Shark doesn’t fully become the prison version. Only some aspects of it).

Skye loves motorboat rides. Her father took her on them around Rapid’s Rest and Camp Cod often and the exhilaration was something that stuck with her even after forgetting aspects of her past due to the loop.

She absolutely hates seeing others in a bad mood and always offers a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent to. Always open about her feelings and encourages everyone to be as well.

On the other hand, she’s completely stubborn when she’s sick and tries as much as she can to not admit when it’s the case.

She always tries to see the best in people, unfortunately leading her to be a bit too trusting and naive. Upon becoming an agent, this has been one of her biggest flaws, and it even almost cost her her life after a certain incident (which I will post one day =>)

Unless it’s utterly life-threatening or harmful, can’t keep a secret to save her life. She has to tell it to someone (in this case Ollie doesn’t count) or else, in her words, she’ll literally die. Luckily for her, Fade’s the same way, so when he came along the two would confide to each other what they couldn’t tell to anyone else.

All in all, Skye is absolutely a kid at heart.

#fortnite #fortnite chapter 2 #fortnite skye #fortnite headcanons #headcanon #fortnite chapter 2 season 2 #kayvi0’s fortnite storyverse

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