#I will be carrying this shame through my lineage

[just-a-creep-babe]

Im absolutely ngl, with the liu thing i just didnt care cuz i hate how his name was spelled already and it just looked way better misspelled, i was vibing with it, ur all good queen

Omg I appreciate it—maybe I’ll just pretend it was on purpose as a ✨statement✨

[mothwingwritings]

Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things 😭

You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ❤︎ and make sure to take care of yourself ☺️

… I can’t believe I didn’t think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma family’s favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro???  Shame on me tbh, let’s change that now!

(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.

If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanma’s were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and he’s sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.

He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jack’s development. Children weren’t always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.

While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone else’s child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didn’t have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?

The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.

The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasn’t concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but you’ve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.

Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.

However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.

As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their ‘affection’ for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.

Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You weren’t constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.

Disgusted wasn’t a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.

When he finally introduces himself to you, it’s apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadn’t even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.

Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south… it broke his heart. It wasn’t that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.

It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.

Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.

In short, Yuichiro’s arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because he’s a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiro’s entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiro’s care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you don’t think you’ll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.

… All this being said, it wouldn’t be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?

After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are… shocking, even to Yuichiro himself. 

Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.

You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?

It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.

He didn’t expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long… you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.

Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?

He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.

Maybe he’s not so different from his son and grandsons after all?

[damiiimidassss]

Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.

Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.

Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death

This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.

Chap2

Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believed—until the day he returned from the city with another.

Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.

Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.

One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "You’ve chosen wealth over love."

Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didn’t speak. He dared not.

Ling’s gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuan’s wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.

"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a gift—a curse."

Yuan paled. “What are you saying?”

Ling’s lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. “Your child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."

Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.

"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."

"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."

She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.

Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.

---

Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves

Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true love—until he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.

He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didn’t care. He showered Yin Yue with gifts—silks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.

Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did not—"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.

“He is cursed,” the fortune teller had said. “Love him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.”

Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.

But as their love deepened, she couldn’t ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his family—those closest to him—began to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.

One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.

“Yin Yue,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.”

Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the same—tragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. “Protect me? I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune teller’s warning echoed in her ears—he is cursed. His love is doomed.

But she couldn’t walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.

---

The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.

It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.

Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.

His own family.

Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.

As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.

“Yin Yue,” he gasped, his voice weak, “who did this…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.

“They’ll pay,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “I swear… I’ll come back. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. “No, Chung Myung. Don’t think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.”

But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. “I’ll come back. I’ll break this… curse. And I’ll make sure that no one… will ever… hurt you again.”

His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.

"NO! MY LOVE!"

Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.

But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.

Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,

'My love I'll see you in another life'

She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.

But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit

Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?

The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her

YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb

"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"

Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space

Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.

"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word

"You're still weak"

Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up

"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"

Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her

"Well see"

Ling disappeared completely in the air

Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [02]

ー The scene starts in one of the empty bedrooms at the Violet Manor

*Thud*

Yui: Nn...

( ...Huh...? When did I fall asleep in a bed...? )

( Besides, I don’t recognize this room...Where could I be? )

Laito: Seems like the Princess has finally awoken from her slumber. Good morning, Bitch-chan~

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: What’s this? Are you still out of it? Perhaps I got a little too excited and had a tad bit too much of your blood?

My bad~ Your blood was simply too delicious, I couldn’t stop myself.

Yui: ( I see...I must have lost consciousness while he drank my blood... )

Did you carry me here?

Laito: I sure did! I realized that I’d be in trouble if Carla found out that I just left you for dead there.

By the way, this will be your room from today onwards, so you can make yourself at home.

Yui: Yeah...Thanks.

Laito: You’re welcome~

I know it’s under the assumption that I’ll watch over you, but getting to spend time with you alone like this is such a privilege. 

I can leave figuring out how to become Supreme Overlord to Carla and the others, while I don’t have to bother with any of that annoying stuff. 

Yui: ( Supreme Overlord... The way they talk about it makes me assume that it’s common knowledge but what exactly is going on? )

( This isn’t Kaminashi City...I don’t recognize the Church I woke up at, nor this manor... )

Laito: But Carla loves to work his little brothers to the bone, you see. He’s always so nosy, ordering us around. 

I don’t care if he’s my brother or not, I’m starting to get sick of it.

Yui: Brothers...

( Laito-kun and Carla-san? How...? Then what happened to the others? )

( Could it be that they also had their memories manipulated, just like me...? But why exactly? )

Laito: What’s wrong? You’re gazing at me so passionately. Are you...trying to seduce me, perhaps?

Yui: I-I’m no...Kyah!

ー He pins her down on the bed

*Creaak*

Laito: Your blood has such a tempting scent. It could probably win any Vampire over.

To be honest, I thought about doing all sorts of things to you while you were asleep. 

Yui: Eeh!?

Laito: It’s such a shame you woke up before I had the chance to. Oh well, it’s even more exciting for me when I get to actually see your reactions, so I suppose this works into my favor.

Yui: W-Wait, I want you to hear me out first!

Laito: Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. 

...Aah, I guess I shouldn’t. You’re the type who prefers to suffer, aren’t you? 

Remember how happy you seemed when I forced that spoon inside your mouth? 

In that case, I better put you through hell.

Yui: ( Despite everything, Laito-kun is still his old self...! )

Laito-kun, please. Listen to me. 

( I want to get some facts straight...and figure out this situation. )

( Besides, if Laito-kun’s memories are all messed up, I want those to go back to normal. )

Laito: What you have to say, huh? ...Fine, I’ll listen.

Yui: Really!?

Laito: However, if it’s something dull, I’m going to punish you, okay?

Yui: ( Uu...I have a bad feeling about this, but I need him to listen to what I have to say, or we’ll never get anywhere. )

O-Okay.

Laito: Nfu~ How courageous of you. Spill the tea then?

Yui: O-Okay. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what is happening myself either...

But it seems like we’ve gotten caught up in some mysterious events.

Laito: Heeh, that sounds rough.

Yui: ( I can tell by his face that he doesn’t believe me at all...But I can’t give in. )

My memories were messed up until yesterday as well...I was convinced that I am indeed Eve who has been asleep at the Church. 

However, that’s not actually the case. My name is Komori Yui...I remembered that. 

Laito: Is that your name? I thought your name was ‘Eve’.

Yui: You are actually called ‘Sakamaki Laito’ yourself. You are the fifth brother of the Sakamaki family. 

Laito: Sakamaki...? 

Yui: It’s not just Subaru-kun, but Shuu-san and Reiji-san are your brothers as well. 

Also, you, Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are triplets.

Laito: With those two guys from the Orange House? We’re triplets?

Heeh~ That’s rather intriguing. Did you come up with that on the spot? You might have potential to become a storywriter.

Yui: ( He won’t believe me at all... )

I had been staying at the Sakamaki manor and you...are my boyfriend.

Laito: Heeh...Boyfriend, you say?

Yui: ( Eh? That smile just now...I have a bad feeling about it. )

Laito: If you are telling the truth, it’s pretty impressive to have a family of six. What were our parents like?

Yui: Eh? Well...

( They’re Karlheinz-san and Cordelia-san... )

( It’d all be new information for Laito-kun so...I’m not sure if I should tell him under these circumstances? )

Laito: Hmー? Seeing as cat’s got your tongue, I assume they must have been pretty bad parents to the point where you can’t tell me? 

Or perhaps you were deeply involved with our parents in some way? Which is exactly why you can’t talk about them. ...Correct?

Yui: ...! T-That’s...

( I guess you could say Cordelia-san and I are deeply connected in one way. )

( My heart ーー belongs to her after all. )

Laito: Well, I don’t really care about the parents. There’s some other juicy details I’m more interested in. 

ー Laito leans in close

*Thud* 

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan. You mentioned that we are lovers, right?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Laito: However, I don’t remember dating you at all. 

That means you lied about the fact to try and grab my attention, no?

Yui: I-I’m not lying. The two of us...we actually are dating...!

Laito: Look at how desperate you are. If you want my attention that badly, just say so honestly.

...I don’t mind, I’ll tend to you. Let’s have some fun together?

I wonder where you’re most sensitive? Nn...

*Sluuurp*

Yui: Hyaah!

( I-I made a weird noise...! )

Laito: Your neck must be your weak point for you to make such sounds? 

Yui: T-That’s not true. 

Laito: It’s not very nice to lie, you see? Besides, you seemed rather nervous while telling your story earlier.

The thin layer of sweat makes it taste very sweet. How about another spot?

*Rustle* 

Yui: No...N-Not my clothes!

Laito: It’s fine. Today I’m in the mood for just a small glimpse of skin.

Yui: ( That is far from being ‘fine’! )

Laito: What’s this? Your skin is nicely flushed. The scent of your blood has become sweet and rich as well...Nn.

Yui: Ah...Nn...

( I can’t...It tickles, my voice keeps slipping out...! )

Laito: Fufu, you’re sensitive here as well? I wouldn’t mind sucking your blood, but you’ll have to wait today.

You kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time while you were asleep, so now I’m getting my revenge.

Yui: Nn...Haah...Revenge, you say...?

( Even though he’s the one who chose to watch me as I slept... )

Laito: What’s wrong? Your breathing has become ragged. I wonder if you’re going crazy from not being stimulated enough?

I get really turned on from seeing you fall victim to the feeling of pleasure...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...Nhah... 

Laito: ...Fufu, so your earlobes are sensitive as well, huh? You’re crying out so sweetly.

I suppose I should leave a mark so it’s easier to remember your weak spots...Nn...

Yui: Ah...

Laito: ...Come on, take a look? There’s a bright red mark right above your chest, see? This is one of your weak spots. 

Yui: ...

( This is bad, at this rate, I’ll get caught up in his flow...! )

Please, let me continue my story...I want you to retrieve your memories.

Laito: What you told me earlier? As intriguing as that was, bringing it up at a time like this is somewhat of a turn off. 

Yui: But, it’s the truth and...There’s something wrong with you right nowーー

Laito: ...Shut up. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: I’m trying to make it clear that I’m not in the mood for it right now.

Yui: ( This feeling...It’s as if we’ve gone back to the time when we only just met... )

...I-I’m sorry...

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly, just like that. Girls are so much cuter when they’re obedient, you see? Makes it easier to deal with them.

Of course, I can get a kick out of someone acting a little feisty as well, but don’t push it too far, okay? That’ll only piss me off.

Yui: O-Okay...

( I wonder how I can get him to remember? )

( I don’t want his memories to be gone forever... )

( However... )

Monologue

The way Laito-kun messes around with me,

solely out of sheer enjoyment, following his instinct.

Almost as if all the time we spent together up till now,

was slowly fading away from inside him. 

That made my heart ache incredibly painfully. 

I want him to remember. 

Yet, at the same time I hesitated.

Laito-kun has a strained relationship with his parents. 

A trauma so deep and dark,

it simply cannot be expressed through words.

Taking that into account,

I suddenly became uncertain whether retrieving his memories,

would make him happy or not,

as I tightly closed my eyes and simply waited for time to pass by.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway of the Violet manor

Yui: ( In the end, yesterday passed with Laito-kun toying around with me all day... )

( I wonder what my next step should be? I’d love to take a bath and think it through but... )

Excuse me...Laito-kun? I’d like to go to the bathroom...

Laito: Yeah, I know.

Yui: Then why are you following me?

Laito: I’m in charge of watching over you after all. I will follow you anywhere.

Of course, this also applies to when you’re taking a bath, understood?

Yui: ( At this rate, he’ll probably follow me inside the bathroom as well...I have to lose him somehow! )

Laito: I mean, doing it in the bathroom is kind of nice as well, don’t you agree?

Yui: D-Do what?

Laito: Isn’t that obvious? Sucking your blood.

Yui: I-I’d like to take a bath alone so I can relax...

ー He moves closer

Laito: You say that, but your sweet scent has grown stronger? You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you, Bitch-chan?

Yui: I-I’m not.

Laito: Haah...It just keeps on growing more intense. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. Perhaps I should have some right here, right now?

Yui: Y-You can’t, not here! Somebody could pass by...

Laito: But that’s what makes it so great! Having them watch closely as we become entwined with each other. ...Fufu.

Being watched gets you even more aroused as well, doesn’t it?

Yui: No, I don’t!

Laito: Liar, liar, pants on fire~ Want to give it a try then? I’m pretty sure you’ll grow addicted to it.

Kou: You really get a kick out of the weirdest things, don’t you, Laito-kun?

Yui: K-Kou-kun...!?

Laito: Aah, perfect timing. I was looking for an audience.

Kou: I could hear you. But I’ll pass.

If I can only watch when she smells so good, I’ll definitely get hungry as well.

Yui: ( T-Thank god...Seems like I’ll be able to avoid any weird situations. )

Laito: Hmー In that case, you should suck her blood alongside me.

Yui: ...Eh!?

Kou: You don’t mind? Hooray! I’m actually starving right now!

Yui: W-Wait! I’m obviously not agreeing with that!

Laito: Ehー? But why? That’d only make things even more exciting, no?

Come on, just try imagining it? How our fangs will slowly sink into your skin, that is.

Soft nibbles on one side, intense blood-sucking on the other...I wonder what kind of sounds we’ll be able to get out of you?

Yui: ( W-What now...? I can’t get this feeling out of my mind. )

Selection

→ I’d prefer just Laito-kun (♡)

Yui: In that case, I’d prefer it to just be Laito-kun...!

Laito: Heeh? I didn’t think you’d personally request me~

Kou: Haah? Excuse me?

You’re fine with a freak like him sucking your blood, but you don’t want me to do the same?

I don’t get that.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Kyah!

Kou: Come on, ask me to suck your blood as well.

Yui: Ugh...

( He’s glaring daggers at me...It might be best to just genuinely do what he asked of me... )

P-Please...suck my...blood...

Kou: Atta girl, good job!

→ I want Kou-kun to suck my blood too (🖤)

Yui: ( I don’t want someone other than Laito-kun to suck my blood... )

( But who knows what will happen if I refuse... )

I want Kou-kun...to suck my blood as well...

Kou: Heeh, I already knew that Laito-kun likes to refer to you as ‘Bitch-chan’, but it seems like you’re actually the real deal.

To be honest, I kind of expected Eve to be someone a little more pure.

...Oh well, I won’t say I dislike being yearned for~

Laito: Okay~ You can go first then, Kou.

Kou: Yay! I’ve been so curious about Eve’s blood.

ー Kou approaches Yui

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( ...J-Just as I thought, having someone other than Laito-kun suck my blood makes me flinch... )

Kou: Well then, time to dig in~ ...Nn...

ー Kou bites her

Yui: Nn...Ah...

( It feels different from Laito-kun’s bite... )

Laito: Haah...Look at you, Bitch-chan, your cheeks flushed and eyes watering...

Does it feel good to have Kou suck your blood?

Yui: That’s not...

Laito: Untrue, right? See? ...The scent of your blood has gotten richer. It proves that you’re feeling good.

Yui: Nn...Haah...That’s not true.

Laito: Aah...I’ve gotten excited just from watching you squirm around in pleasure.

I’d love to enjoy the show for a bit but...

ー Laito approaches as well

Laito: You want me to join in on the fun as well, don’t you? ...Nn...

ー He bites her

Yui: Aah...

Laito: Fufu, your body’s quivering. It must truly feel amazing...

Say? I’ll suck from your arm as well. I believe it’ll make for an entirely new sensation? Nn...Nnh...Haah...

Yui: ( ...Ah...I’m going deeper and deeper down this rabbit hole... )

( Now isn’t the time for this...I haven’t gotten a single step closer in getting out of this weird situation... )

Laito: Your blood is truly addictive...Uu...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...It’s nothing...I just felt a little dizzy, that’s all...

Kou: ...Huh? ...For some reason, my head’s spinning as well...

Laito: ...You know, I guess we got ‘drunk’ on Eve’s top-quality blood...?

Kou: Ahー You might have a point...We don’t get our hands on blood quite this delicious every day after all. 

Yui: ( The blood’s getting to their head? This has never happened before though. )

Kou: Come on, what are you getting distracted for? I’m still not satisfied yet. 

Yui: Eh? No way...

Laito: Look at you playing the part of the tragic heroine. You really are a natural at seducing men, aren’t you?

You’re such a naughty girl, Bitch-chanーー Nn...Hah...

Yui: Uu...Aah...

( My blood is being sucked by not just Laito-kun, but Kou-kun as well... )

( Like this, I’m treated like mere prey, similar to how I had just arrived at the Sakamaki manor... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XXVI

tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea!! my words: confidence, glow, harsh, affair tagging: @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @drabbleitout, and open tag your words: see, drive, money, part, wish, truth

confidence (Aurora)—

He folded the letter back up and he caught sight of the tattoo on his ring finger. "Orthrive'poliea," in Solnai. Warren closed his eyes and summoned the courage from his father. His lineage of astronomy lovers, of believers of More Than This. He summoned the will from his mother, the Righter of Wrongs. He summoned the passion from Thrive. Protector of Tey under the Oath of Caala. The determination to guard those he cared about. Warren Levi Cougar, protector of the universe. A pinpoint of white light behind his eyes twinkled at him. He reached out to it, curled it around his fingers as it swelled. It latched onto him, doubled in size, wrapping him in a tremendous heat and sinking into his flesh. He went with it, empowered himself with it, and a wash of confidence he'd never felt before surfaced in the form of stuffing the letter back into its envelope and marching out of the commander's quarters. The Emmuli would learn to fear him.

glow (Warpath)—

Instinct won out, and in perfect sync, Thrive scooped him up as Warren lunged at him, and Thrive supported him around his waist with one arm, smiling broadly at him as he carried him through the hall. "I never thought it possible, but you've gotten more stunning." "Says you," Warren breathed, gripping Thrive's sun-kissed locks in tight fingers. He raked his nails through the beard. "You're glowing." "I'm sure." Thrive brought him into his bedroom, the lights immediately dimming and shifting colors upon their arrival. "Can't imagine why I wouldn't be, basking in your radiance. I've missed you more than words can adequately portray." "Don't use words, then." Warren clung to him, successfully assuring that he would be carried to the other side of the room, all the way to the bed. "Tell me in the best way you know how." "For you, I'd reinvent the practice."

harsh (Eternal)—

"Hmm." Warren reached out to run the tips of his fingers along the three rows of small braids against the side of [Guetry's] scalp. "Wanna give me a quick rundown about how and why you've been using again?" This time Guetry stopped fully, gazing into the mirror before lifting his eyes to meet Warren's from his outside seat in front of a pickup restaurant. The harsh violet glow of the triangular scar in his temple didn't do anything to offset the fear and shame crossing his features as he made sure no one within ten feet was listening. "How the hell would you know about that?" "You think I can't find this stuff out in my line of work?"

affair (Warpath)—

He counted the patterns on the ceiling for a while as Cascidi cleaned up, anticipating his turn shortly after. When Cascidi entered the room again, drying his hands with a fluffy towel, Warren hugged a pillow beneath his chin and smiled at him. Cascidi returned the smile. "So what's the protocol, Your Highness?" Warren's smile dropped, as did his stomach. He found himself at a brief loss for words. "...Am I going to be imprisoned for this torrid affair? Is the king going to draw and quarter me?" Wincing, Warren lowered his head to the pillow. "You figured it out." "Oh, I knew the whole time." Cascidi wrapped the towel around his waist. "Just as you've known who I am this whole time." The pause between them was tense. Warren narrowed his eyes. Cascidi chuckled. "And the user becomes the used."

[troutfur]

augur au: cinderheart dealing with the fallout that came from her relationship with jaypaw

This is a very interesting prompt considering the plot of to Aaron and his sons because a very important point is that whatever consequences ultimately befall Cinderheart it's got to be kept as under wraps as possible. She can't have too public a punishment, and it must under no circumstances leave ThunderClan. The whole of ThunderClan's foreign policy depends on it.

And yet I do like the idea that Cinderheart is forever tainted by this scandal. Gaining a reputation as a cheater and a seductress and a rule breaker. I don't think she'd ever be able to carry a litter without some nasty rumors.

Rather than try to figure out now what the punishment on the part of Firestar and Sandstorm would be I elected to use this prompt to write about the emotional fallout. Take this as a potential intro scene for a Hollyleaf-centric entry I may eventually write.

(Want your own ~500 word ficlet from me? Take a look at my guidelines and submit a prompt! I'll be doing them all November long.)

Cinderheart’s absence from her nest had bothered Hollyleaf a lot more than she wanted to admit. It was a little pathetic, really. Only just the night before they’d shared their vigil and they had a whole life to sleep near each other in the warriors’ den ahead of them. But nevertheless it stung. She was second to a puerile fantasy, to a shameful demonstration she’d be above had she been in that position.

Cinderheart had chosen to sleep in while she still could instead of awakening for her assigned dawn patrol, and in thinking up that metaphor Hollyleaf hated how self explanatory the why was.

Swallowing an exhale Hollyleaf resolved to take a walk under the moonlight to clear her thoughts, picking perhaps the worst --best?-- moment she could. She caught the silvery glint that danced on Crowfeather’s fur as he crossed the bramble barrier and right behind a sulking Jaypaw dragging his feet.

“Oh dear StarClan,” Hollyleaf cursed under her breath. With Cinderheart nowhere to be seen, now she couldn’t just stick to her original intention. No matter how slim the chance she had to hold on to hope that the absolute worst hadn’t come to pass.

It wasn’t long until Cinderheart would come, her tail lasing behind her and her steps heavy as she shoved her way through the barrier.

“Hey, Cinderheart, are you--”

“Leave me alone!” she spat, pointedly slapping across Hollyleaf’s face with her tail.

Hollyleaf let her bound over towards her nest before she followed in, finding her screaming with frustration with only the moss to muffle herself. “Hey, I know it must be hard, but--”

“What do you even know?!” she screeched. “And why do you even want me to tell? It’s only going to be a stain in you brats’ oh so precious lineage.”

“Watch that mouth you--” Hollyleaf managed to catch herself before she could mouth it. Though rightful fury burned inside her she just knew Cinderheart wasn’t the kind of uncouth brute that would deserve that treatment. “I just...” she said, turning to a softer voice. “I don’t know how much of what I suspect is true, but it was my brother being his usual self wasn’t it?”

Cinderheart sank her claws further into her nest. “Quit trying. You’re not gonna get anything that Crowfeather won’t already be reporting to the leader and the Matriarch.”

“Cinderheart,” Hollyleaf said with a sigh. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t need to but... I want to know what even made you so upset.”

“I just feel so used,” Cinderheart got out almost choking on the words. “I knew it wasn’t going to be forever. I knew Jaypaw and I were playing at being mates more than anything. But I thought he at least did love me. Why? Why?! He’s leaving for RiverClan tomorrow, he didn’t even really have a punishment to avoid.”

Never once before had Hollyleaf tasted such bitterness in being vindicated. She’d have to yell at her brother at some other time but for now her task was to comfort her friend. “What did he do?” Hollyleaf pressed.

“The moment Crowfeather saw us he put all the blame on me,” Cinderheart said. “And he had the utter audacity to try and claim that I being a warrior and him and apprentice made me the one who should’ve known better. As if he hadn’t been knowing since three moons old who his mate was going to be.”

“Oh Cinderheart that’s...” A part of Hollyleaf wanted to tell her exactly why she should’ve seen that coming from that brat. But it was a moment for comfort, so she settled besides Cinderheart and wrapped her tail around her. With rhytmic thoughts she began to lick at her cheek. “I’m really sorry my brother did this to you. It must have made you very happy for you to take that risk.”

“He made me feel so special,” Cinderheart said. “I wanted to believe that when push came to shove he would accept the risk that came with it.”

Your first mistake was thinking that Jaypaw had the least amount of honor, she thought but bit her tongue.

“I hope I’ll make you feel that special myself one day...” Hollyleaf murmured, almost inaudibly.

[scalamore]

Ch 105 Translation errors

Original KR: 아칸 1세의 황자가 살아 있다는 속설이 있어요

Tappy's version: Akan I is said to still be alive, according to popular belief.

My translation: There's a rumor that Akan I's prince is still alive.

Not sure why tappy forgot to include the “prince” part. Akan is dead dead. Not sure why they chose “popular belief” because it’s not a popular, widespread belief. It’s a “rumor”. Alternatives could be “there’s a saying”, “there’s a myth”, or “there’s talk”. ====

Original KR:

아르눌프와 대공만 불구로 만들면 돼요.

황실의 핏줄을 잇지 못하게, 황제가 될 수 없을 만큼.

Tappy's version: You only need to maim Arnulf and Grand Duke Ventibolt To prevent them from inheriting the throne and carrying on the imperial family's lineage.

My translation:

You only need to cripple/disable Arnulf and the Grand Duke. So they can't continue on the imperial family's bloodline, as they can't become Emperor. Double checking with Shi-Chan (Main KTL)’s translation: He can’t become Emperor, therefore ensuring that the imperial bloodline is cut off.

—

I actually checked with Shi-Chan on this part, because i was so ??? By Tappy’s translation (which inevitably caused a lot of confusion amongst english readers). Basically, they translated it wrong… this translator has a tendency to mix up the subjects. IN this case, the subject they are talking about is “Emperor”… which they for some reason translated as “inheriting the throne”?? The word for “Emperor” is right there? So, when talking about the them potentially becoming Emperor, it’s rather “they can’t”, because “if they are crippled (injured) to the point they can’t lead the people as the Emperor, then they can’t continue on the imperial family’s bloodline/legacy”. Tappy’s version says the opposite - is that they have to cripple (or maim i guess) Arnulf/Ventibolt to STOP them from becoming Emperor and to STOP them from continuing on their legacy. Does that make sense? Or does it still sound the same ^^;;; Sorry if it doesn’t. I tried to explain the best i could.

But it makes sense why people are trying to spread that Lari wants to castrate Arnulf… i guess >_>;;; *sigh* —

Edit:

Note: this is the one that perplexed me more. I see hubbub around that Lari proposed to Rupert to maim, AKA castrate Arnulf/Ventibolt in order to solidify Rupert’s chances of the throne. When I heard that, i was like ??? No? Where are you guys getting this from? Because the the word used, would be better as “cripple/disabled”, in the sense of “cause a bodily injury to the point where he can’t be a leader anymore”. For some reason people are spreading that Lari means to “maim”, meaning to cut off his ability to have children, thus he is no longer eligible for the throne because he can’t have children? *where is that coming from*? I mean… in various societies, if the king doesn’t have children, then the power is passed on to his sibling/brother, and THEIR children? If he’s the first in line, he’s first in line for the throne. (Gives example of current English Royal family)

Also, later on we find out that Ventibolt does have a son…. Rupert actually announces to everyone that the son exists LOL. But he says that it doesn’t matter if the son exists, because his father, Ventibolt is a traitor who committed treason, who has his status and title revoked, their armies absorbed into the Imperial family.. basically the son is as good as a commoner from a shamed, fallen family now. He may have the bloodline, but he has no power or wealth, and there is no one who will support him to go against Rupert.

So yes, when Lari says that there’s three parts to legitimacy of the throne: bloodline, wealth, power, that means that the Emperor needs all 3. Having 2/3 or 1/3 is not enough. Ventibolt’s son has only one, so he’s disqualified. Through Rupert’s military work, both Arnulf and Ventibolt also technically have only one out of the three (bloodline), so he’s pretty much assured in victory because he controls their wealth/military forces.

Also, in the series, only Eva/House Belois/Lari knows that the Crazy Emperor is infertile. (Because Eva told Trash dad, and Lari found out through the obsidian). Despite all the (true) rumors that Rupert is an illegitimate child spread by the queen, it was all considered “baseless rumors” in the end. The queen herself is not in a position where she can announce to others that the Emperor is infertile, because that would completely undermine Arnulf’s legitimacy. The moment she reveals her suspicion that Rupert is not the true son, is when fingers will point at HER and Arnulf, as well as House Arnbach who want to grab on that power desperately. The only reason why no one suspects them, is because she tried very hard to have Arnulf externally appear as the “beloved, wealthy, prince character”.

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[starry-skies-116]

I’ve made a profile for my new ROTTMNT OC you guys listen the hecking heck up-:

Name: Samail Rahmoun

Pronouns: He/they/it, and all neopronouns

Gender: Intersex genderqueer transguy

Sexuality: Demi aroace, bi-oriented

Species: Human-turned-mutant

Nationality: Iraqi-Indian American

Family: Mother, Father, Ufairah and Jebrael (older siblings, of whom are both twins- Samail is 16, Ufairah and Jebrael are 17. Samail disregards the one-year difference, yet Ufairah and Jebrael don’t.)

Mutant type: Jackal

Age: 16

Weapon: Scepter of Purana (an ancient staff crafted from obsidian and shimmering steel, imbued with divine mystic energy from the jinn, a race of mutant-like creatures who shame the same origin as yokai and now live exiled to another plane- for some reason it resonates strongly with the Key to Purana, an ancient tablet full of unmeasurable divine mystic power and wisdom that can grant one wish, of which nobody knows the whereabouts of.).

Neurodivergencies: Autism, ADHD, Dyscalculia, PTSD from being turned into a mutant by Baron Draxum and just barely escaping his laboratory.

Appearance: 

In jackal form, he has smooth black fur with golden bright amber eyes, dark sclera and slit pupils with anthropomorphic features characteristic of most mutants. There’s a fluffy tail that’s kinda long, too, as well as a full set of canines. He’s also bipedal, but can run on all fours (this increases his speed greatly).

In human form, he has a slightly muscular figure with curved hips, and is 5’3, with a bruise on his arm where the oozesquito stabbed him that eventually transforms into a glowing tattoo of the infamous Mahamatra’s sigil that he displays whenever in combat. He has dark tan skin, a beautiful face, curly and voluminous black hair styled into a mullet that fades into brown, maroon tinted cheeks, roseate dark lips, two dimples, and a long and broad, pointed nose. Samail also has very thick eyebrows, long and thick sideburns and visible canines in his full smile with exposed teeth.

Personality: A powerful, intelligent vigilante by night, yet a helpful and sweet high schooler by day, Samail is the epitome of a kind and gentle elder within a youngster’s body. His main title is Commander Mahamatra- carrying the lineage of jinn, mutant creatures with an origin similar to Yokai, he delivers justice upon those who dare transgress and hurt the innocent.

Prone to eccentric behaviours and peppering his speech and mannerisms with elusive and strange behaviours and words, he is still nevertheless a loving, cheerful, caring and fun individual to be around, despite his social skills needing a bit of work. He does suffer from low-self esteem and anxious episodes due to fear of not being able to live up to his Grandfather’s legacy, as well as panic attacks from the mutagen fusing with his lineage and unleashing a once dormant power. 

Fun fact about Samail: if he had voicelines, he’d have lots of voicelines similar to Nahida’s: 

“Quick, let’s find shelter, or all sorts of mushrooms and plants will start growing on our heads!”

“Somethin’ on your mind again, darling? Let’s work through it together- multiple heads are better than one~!” 

“Do you want to play hopscotch? I heard games are a great way to facilitate emotional bonds between different individuals! Don’t worry, I’ll draw the triangles extra-big for you!”

He’s also quite lonely at school, as he doesn’t have any close relationships save for his family and his childhood crush/sweetheart Lucius Zhang, who he’s acquaintances with. This changes when he meets the turtles and takes quite the fascination to them in the most harmless, sweet way, wanting to travel with them and help them on their adventures and missions, as well as grow close to them and form deep emotional bonds with them.

He has a soft spot for jokes, puns and one-liners to try and lighten the mood. He is serious and dignified in work-related situations and matters, and holds justice and integrity as the highest value above all else, religiously holding the belief that every soul will be weighed at the end of their ‘journey’.

He harbors a deep and festering grudge against Baron Draxum and The Foot Clan, and later, the Shredder and the Kraang, viewing them as threats to Earth, which he calls ‘humanity’s birthright and home that they have no right to.’ Samail, as the Commander Mahamatra, is deeply dedicated to his ideals of justice and viewing the law as eternal, and punishing any transgressions and sinners that may violate said law. They are cruel, harsh and callous to those who hurt others or break the law, and holds no sympathy towards whatever their reasons may be.

Samail is fairly relaxed outside of his ‘work’ on the level of the Turtles, being an avid fan of cooking, domestic work, independent academic study, online strategy games, and card games as well as video games. He grows over time to hold an incredible and deep emotional attachment to the turtles, considering them also to be his brothers and comrades.

Samail is hyperempathetic of those who suffer under those who abuse their power and status, which is likely why they’re so fervent about punishing and murdering criminals. He also takes frequent walks atop the roofs of New York City to calm his mind as well as patrol.

Favorite foods: Street food, most notably curries, tahchin, kebabs and shawarma- any Indian or Middle Eastern cuisine.

Least favorite foods: Pudding, Licorice, Dango, Mochi, Caramels, or any food that makes them feel like their teeth are being glued together. Pizza included… okay, fine. Pizza’s the only exception, but only specific types!

[hikoalabear]

(2/2) I was lying there with this heat in my lower abdomen as I was shrieking, wailing, and screaming. It felt like I was pushing the hell out of my body all of the exhaustion from being poor, from all the limitations of growing up in poverty, and from being stuck with all the lack and the endless survival that comes with it. I even saw Neil at our small apartment sleeping and I was crying as I told him "I'm going to get us out of here." The heat now goes up in my stomach, I've felt the sadness and loathing of my younger self for feeling hungry— she's mad at her parents for being poor. Then I felt the pain, guilt, and shame of my grandmother and mother for not being able to provide enough for their children. I was just mind-blown by that revelation, it was never their intention to starve us or want any of us to struggle. They were doing the best they could to make ends meet and I feel so sorry for them. I cried and I cried, purging all of their blockages, pain, and humiliation for not being the parents they wanted to be. Then I found myself swirling in a pool of water like I was inside a washing machine with a POV of all of the things that I've been longing for — that house, car, money, among other things— and there was this knowing that the God was leaving me these messages: "Everything you want is just out there for you to claim." "Magaling ka, ang galing galing mo! Kaya mo abutin lahat ng pangarap mo." I can't stop crying from being overwhelmed. I was thumping my chest as I said: "Ang daming dumurog ng self confidence ko, pero binuo ulit 'to ni Lord." "Hindi nagkulang ang panginoon, laging meron!" There was such great freedom as my old self died, taking with her all the lack, suffering, limiting beliefs, low self-esteem, poverty mindset, shame, and pain that I and generations before me have been carrying in our reincarnations. As I heal, also I heal my entire lineage by cutting the cords of poverty to open the doors to abundance. I then empower my painting— a sunbird resting on a branch with the sun, skies, mountains, and falls in its background— to keep on releasing lack and blockages as part of my healing journey and welcome abundance in my life. Suddenly I'm the sunbird, soaring through the skies with the view of the mountains, falls, and clouds; even tasting the bitter-sweet nectar in my mouth. Indeed, we lack nothing because the universe is so abundant! We have all we ever need and we can just get whatever we want, we just need to let go of all the illusions and lies that we've been programmed to buy into. Money is an illusion, don't be obsessed with it! Everything is energy, money is energy. When we use energy, it doesn't disappear it only changes from one form of energy into another form of energy. So don't be afraid to spend for and invest in yourself, it's okay now— there's no lack, no hunger, and no limits because abundance is your birthright along with all the creatures of the Earth. Remember that there's so much abundance that comes with our creativity and God-given talents. Now that you are abundant, learn how to give! The more you give, the more you receive; because we are all connected, and when you give to others you also give to yourself. Don't worry about not having enough, there's always more than enough for you! So let the energy of abundance flow in and out of you and be a good steward of your blessings. God's love and abundance never fail, it never runs out of you. Every day, have an attitude of gratitude! There's so much to be grateful for— our family, relationships, friends, colleagues, food, shelter, senses, body, cats, plants, birds, water, air, the Earth, the good and the bad, the entire universe, everything. The more gratitude we have in our hearts, the more we attract great things to be grateful for.  How do you even get out of lack when it's the only thing you know your whole life? There's no lack to begin with— it's all in your head— the universe is so abundant, just get whatever you want!

[hogwartslegacyrp]

QotD 6: Why is their name, their name?

Feel free to answer these with your own OCs even if you're not on our server :)

Aodh:

In the Macolair family, as early as their beginnings in 700AD Scotland, their lineage had been marked by an occasional representation of brilliant red hair, and coincidentally, those same wizards being leagues more gifted than their family members. Old poems and lore had been passed down about the ‘FireCrown’ gifted to a select few, but it’s legitimacy was hardly proven. None the less, Aodh’s Father, one without the gift named him an old Gaelic name for “Fire” in light of his son’s hair color. An old name shared by many great FireCrowns in their past.

Bjorn: When their baby boy was born to the happy couple, Bjorn’s father already knew his wife had been plagued for most of her life by the Maledictus curse, that forced her to assume the shape of a bear. It was a shame and a burden she carried for her entire life. Knowing that she would one day be taken by it, Mr. Kaldberg, out of love and reverence to his wife and newborn son, named him the Norse name for “bear”, so that his wife may know his love for her, and his son would never forget her.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞: Her parents had no idea for names at all so they decided if something happens on the day she was born, she would be named something that’s related to that. Then on the day she was born, the moon was at its brightest shining over London and because of how it shined through their hospital room, her mom thought about Selene, the Greek Goddess of the Moon.

Anemone: Her parents liked the flower and thought it was a cute name for her, that's about it. As for her last name- it follows traditional naming conventions. She's from a family of farmers known mostly for their berries, and their land has a very old, big oak tree on it- hence Oakberry.

Samuel Wood: Samuel was my favorite of the most popular boy names of the era, it's just a really sweet name honestly lol. And who could forget Oliver Wood, legendary quidditch team member in the original HP series? Means the surname is canon, I don't know if they have a connection I care to build, but I liked the ring to it.

Gyda: Gyda Thorne. Just a name I’ve reused for various different RP settings. Thorne coincidentally is the name of one of the games minor villains (an Ashwinder) who looks old enough to be Gyda’s aunt, and it fits with one reason her mother has little to do with ‘that side’ of the family

[cosmicangel888]

Shifting through the Density - Celebrate the Breaking ~ YOU ARE EVOLVING ~ 5D

In the sharing, exploration, navigation, expression is all a journey of healing, and when you do the introspection, reflection and how only mastery is earned, one can achieve the innate moments in which any experience can be peaceful and peaceable -

For you are not responsible for the unhealed, unwounded issues of others, and how and why they behave, take their issues and pain out on you, which is the dark experiences of any narcisstic environment, partnerships, in which regardless of how you are, there is blame, shame, degrading;

When you understand how and why others behave, you set the appropriate boundaries, engagement rules, detach from the abuse of it, and minimize the affects over you - and set forth a path of simply navigating and breaking the conformity, roles, rules, and subjugations of having to make anyone feel satisfied that you won't engage in their lack of self degradation war-path; and when you won't engage, when you choose peace, when you say no, oftentimes, that is when the punishment really kicks in;

This comes from what was seen, taken in when they were children; seeing women being degraded for speaking truth, and they get beaten emotionally, taken from emotionally, sly depressive comments, degrading comments when a success, however small and grand it may be, is to rip them down again;

keep em mean and keep em clean - a very toxic way that many had seen their mother treated; women beaten, women being taken advantage for their wisdoms, spoken over as if they are not there, misogyny on every level; Mentally, emotionally, physically, psychically and ehterically, spiritually and the children and in some social races & lineages, the men are glorified and never held accountable for any level of brutal in humane and degrading behaviour -

Communities are here, and every person has a part to re-write

I speak of my experiences and I have this right; I will call out every experience that is my experience to heal; there are very degrading humans that been a part of my life experience and to the point of such abuse and neglect that has taken years of healing to speak about;

All Heavens, all life - DF// DM - ONE - Balance, Harmony, Peace

in which those that were the closest to you, creating scheming, planning, stalking harassing and so covertly and knowing the systems of community, the corruption, the systems of protection, the hiding behind masks, businesses, and titles, power, money the abuse continues and not only does it continues it gets even more depraved;

To create a life around the taking, the story-telling of deceit, corrupting of the spirit, the kindness, the power of spiritual healing or integrity and truth one carries can be a death wish when you have such ego-entitled power hungry truly wounded people that were brought up in homes in which women were only seen as cooks and taxi's and treated even less than as divine sacred beings of tremendous power of healing, intelligence, and care

Never have we been seen to carry the greatest light on our planet, never have we been treated with grace, or divine sacred treasuring, and my experience was the exact opposite so that I can pull the darkness of such depravity from the earth history and alchemize into a new story of humanity - in which children will not be used, abused, taken for their light, life, and used as if they were a blow-up doll to get off on and throw away like trash - that is exactly the 'disconnect' and the degradation that goes on in the 'underground' and billions of dollars are being hidden, traded, and expunged by such sick systems -

How has our thinking, our disconnect from our bodies, the babies that women bare, and care for, looking at them in every moment of their existence with adoration that God has breathed each with in this glorious ride of experiences - and all is being taken advantage of - raped from the spirit of love, joy, sacredness and soul - raping on every level

I was vibrationally raped; when a sleek and sly lie was told, so blatantly and I would call someone out on it, there was a smirk, a smile, the tempting power one thinks they gain of creating a whole world of underground life while the other side of that life is deconstructed through every lie told; and everyone involved, the animals, the children, the home are built with cracks in all foundations and loosing trust, loosing oneself and the knowing, sensing of the intuition are destroyed - that is was deceit does;

Deceit is grey, dark, black - is seen in the aura and words; then is within the cells, and tissues of matter; becoming illness, disease, then to have a person, groups of people, not only building a community of such lies, deceit to bully, take 1 light worker down for their ways of light, truth, passion of healing helping to inspire humanity out of such low vibrational sickness; groups gather in chanting to pour hate, pour root work and ancient sacred work meant for healing, to warp the chakra's and mind, sense of self, sense of love, sense of all that is innocence, to break, to bring poverty, the long- enduring pain, suffering that was the intention of such work, their intentions were to cause a long-drawn out painful suffering -

competition - to be in the same 'spiritual' community and envy, jealousy, no different than the music industry and the ceremonies, sacrifices, and unground hell that is created through the need the desire to be 'powerful' or 'win' through which is corrupt and so very illusory - power is never gained by such; and understanding energy, universal laws, these are falsity and illusions that underground cults, leaders of such darkness, to sway the mind, siphon the light, energy, attention, focus, anything that can be taken, these succubus entities will create any pyramid scheme, church, masked 'spiritual' business and do so©

Every new day - arise, bring light to your life, your story and sharing - and if those are now in their boots shaking of truths finally being uprooted - then so be it - then perhaps it will cause a few to stop, soften, silence, and homage to the women that bore them, and their value of their life, and the many timelines in which they were women, bisexual, and abused for being so -

It is a reflection of you, the light worker sending your darkness light is you - it is a higher version o you - and you damn, and you project such hate- it is you - and your children see your actions, see the vibration of sadness and self harm seep from your skin and know that your life becomes it - and then you wrongly project, bring pain, bring jealousy, and envy and more crime, more violence and hate to one that is simply only holding truth for you to wake up

what vibration will you be known for; it is choice and all have a now moment to choose anew; what illusions and lies are you being told about you - you can choose to change It -

What is your value and have the words, the chants, the circles of false churches that have bred the unfeeling, the unkind, the judgments, the hatred of any life; to sacrifice anything, any life, any moment of precious life

The years of games schemes, plans, chanting and hate work; may you all be equally loved and made whole - you are forgiven

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgiRKjuTlrI&t=1886s

When the day is that spirit quickens within you; all magic, mystery, the gentleness of God, will be felt and all that you have projected hate at, the illusions and crazy attitudes you storied of another awakened aligned soul will be exactly the dream you are living - when no other high is better than being aligned with your highest self - Godself - and thus is the journey -

When truth triggers you - heal it - honour it, value it, you are changing - you are alchemizing - embrace it -

I don't give a flying fuck who believes in me, or thinks of what I say as true; this is my life and it is true for me - I know who I am and my experiences - I know who have defamed me in every ounce of their dishing it out - I am a seer and feel it all -

I transmute it into the ground I walk on and will allow any who so desire to be and feel love that this is only way through any dimension and be very discerning of anyone, anyone offering you a slandered scheme of get rich quick, selling your soul, offering your sacrifice to the bidding of the devil - and don't worry if you did, for God is in that too - and God will always allow you to return - for that is LAW -

The law of One - maybe there should have been a little offering and humility to learn such before the deconstruction and damage that is unnecessary - and why the Law of One should be the first learnings and teachings as we begin to awaken to who we are as multi-dimensional beings and what we truly exist within -

This is my life, my expression and I have my birthright to share, to express, to heal and offer my life, light, my honour to all that is - in the grace of what and how it is given - I know who I am and what God is, for me, and I will share it, and I will not stand down to satisfy corrupt systems of degradation of humanity and life - wake up dear ones - we are love; we are one - I am a version of you

What darkness and lack of self is within for healing that is healable - for what has been done is false - for your souls growth to click; compassion and care, gentleness is the only way forth in any higher realm - or surrender to the lower vibrations of hate, it is a choice - for none will continue to take and deprave the innocent - it is not a war, it is not judgment; it is the science of energy and our fields of 5D - the dark will be Brought to life light for all to be a part and a loving part of re-writing - your story or harm, healing, taking is how you heal another - heal your lineage - your journey is how you heal -

Creation is threaded - spiralling within NOW - all is NOW - you are healing all of your lifetimes - you are the weaver; you offer yourself up on your next journey - who are you

I have been with Jesus, in many dimensions, as He continues to walk with us, in other threads of earth, and masters that walk with me, I walk with beings that you could not imagine of their form, I walk with 8 foot arachnids, I walk with the divine vibrations of God Song, and was a promise for coming forth in this dimension; I have been a goddess, queen and a conquerer, I have been kings, queens, and the depraved; I have met the devil in 100 faces and spaces of darkness and in the dreams and illusions of those wishing hate and ill to bring death to my precious heart - God is of such - for me to know, sense, and have compassionate words and knowing for all life - this was my journey - and some took it far too far - and still sit in their fate of their own hate, refusing to leave the anger of their own inner wounding-

Spirit and Source - God, the CREATOR is the healer of all life - so go within and seek such - for this is a law - a truth - God is - the lover of all life - the mother and in unison equally with grand respect - the Father grants the Mother the way of all life and birth - He lifts Her for this lifetime of all earth in our galaxy for the DF in our galaxy has been grossly imbalanced and Gaia is the vibrational spark to re-align - her unconditional love for us is overwhelming and when you awaken you will weep with her when you see, hear any bomb or disgrace of our oceans, our drinking water, and air is ever conceived

Face it own it - heal it -= this is your part as an ascension leader - it can be no other way - choice = reality

May you know how precious you are, how all are, how all life is sacred, precious and the more gentle and empowered one is to stand and speak of spirit, the importance of all life, all allowance of the healing and bringing humanity to new levels; never ever should a child be used, in any way, to degrade and serve as a toy, a commodity, or servant, never should an animal be sacrificed for a false sense of self; rather may we heal the deep seeded abuse - the linages of abuse and torment that has been caused to every person harassed for being pure of heart, and kind; unusual in light, and wisdoms, and know that Spirit, Source, the Universe will support your path of bringing new integrity and light to life everywhere -

And so be it

Joanna

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Day 19 Daniel Fasting: After This ... There Shall Be No More Limits In Your Life!

Dear Child of God, Last night we stumbled onto a powerful revelation on how to end a life of struggle, on how to cross over from lack to abundance, on how to acquire favor, and much more.  If you missed out, I encourage you to go back and listen to it first by clicking here Ruth was a barren widow, with nothing to her name, having to carry home the leftovers from her job in order to feed herself and her mother-in-law. She had lost everything. But the day when Boaz took off his shoe as was custom in making transactions, and purchased her as a wife, that was the day when all her struggles finished.  Now in earlier times in Israel, for the redemption and transfer of property to become final, one party took off his sandal and gave it to the other. This was the method of legalizing transactions in Israel. So the guardian-redeemer said to Boaz, “Buy it yourself.” And he removed his sandal. (Ruth 4:7-8) After this, Ruth’s life was changed forever. She got married, she bore children, she never struggled another day of her life. Not only this, but she became the great grandmother of King David, through whom Jesus later came. God gave her an eternal lineage.  Today, your life of struggle is over. You are going to be a person of honor. As you have connected with us for Day 18 of Daniel Fasting, things are about to get better. I see every spirit of limitation that was released over your life coming to an end.  With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can leap over a wall (Psalms 18:29)  Below I have included some declarations for you. Once you have sown your seed, I need you to remove your right shoe and begin to wave it as you make the following declarations. Remember if you didn't watch the service, then please go back and listen to it on the link above.  Now Here’s What I Want You To Do: 1. Remember we are doing our Daniel Fasting for 21 days. If you haven’t yet started, you can start today. You can eat any time of the day, but no meat (fish, pork, beef, etc.) and no alcohol. Apart from that feel free to eat what you like.  2. Using the prayer agreement form below, I need you to send me the areas where you are believing God to break free from every limitations 3. Today connect with your seed and build up an altar according to Psalms 18 that you shall overcome every obstacles before you to get to your Promise. You can sow £18 / £36 / £180 or whatsoever you can be able to afford.  4. Below I have included 28 Powerful Declarations To Activate The Anointing To Be Acquire Wealth & Success In Your Life   CLICK HERE NOW TO SUBMIT YOUR PRAYER AGREEMENT FORM!    IF YOU MISSED LAST NIGHT'S MESSAGE, CLICK HERE!   28 POWERFUL DECLARATIONS TO ACTIVATE THE ANOINTING TO ACQUIRE SUCCESS AND WEALTH IN YOUR LIFE  Scripture Ruth 3:8, Exodus 12:29, Ruth 4:7-10 &Psalms 18:29 (Remember you can always edit/fill in certain prayer points to apply to your personal life) 1. I decree and I declare there shall be no more poverty and lack. 2. I decree and I declare there shall be no more bareness.  3. I decree and I declare there shall be no more shame and disgrace. 4. I decree and I declare there shall be no more sickness and disease.  5. I decree and I declare there shall be no more frustration. 6. I decree and I declare there shall be no more failure. 7. I decree and I declare there shall be no more death. 8. I decree and I declare there shall be no more singleness. 9. I decree and I declare there shall be no more broken promises. 10. I decree and I declare there shall be no more setbacks. 11. I decree and I declare there shall be no more rejection. 12. I decree and I declare there shall be no more fear. 13. I decree and I declare there shall be no more stagnation. 14. I decree and I declare there shall be no more disappointments. 15. 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watching how Calliope looks away from him Loki deflates his lungs, exhaling all the air out and allowing for his shoulders to follow suit. “Why would you want to make your own mistakes when you can see just how poorly mine have played out?” He asks her, frustration beading up in his tone again. “As if all of Asgard doesn’t know all of the intimate details and intricacies of my failures and shortcomings… you want that for yourself? For the people here to frown bitterly at the mere sight of you, to not be able to meander past the bifrost without angry whispers and scornful glares thrown your way? Is that what you truly crave?” He doesn’t mean to touch on the unhealed scars he carries with him; and he’s quick to downplay them once he has. “Though I can assure you it’s far less lonely being an outcast and the shame of Odin than it is for Thor being the.. precious golden son.” He blinks and shifts his gaze towards the windows, turning he leans forward and braces his palms against the smooth ledges that oversee the entire kingdom.

“Because it is!” He exclaims softly, just above a whisper when she asks why it’s so ridiculous, but the fear of her leaving him behind for a place so much simpler— better than this, breaks his normal, calm demeanor. A frosted flicker of the fury and rage that swims through his blood; his true lineage reveals itself. “The people of Midgard they’ll— they’ll steal you away! I’ll never see you again because you won’t wish to come back!” He folds his arms around himself, like a hug that holds back years of let downs and discomfort; feelings of abandonment and loneliness and never feeling worthy enough.

can you be realistic and logical for once in your existence? despite the hint of sarcasm that coats his tone, the question still makes her visibly flinch ( for hurt to raise in her chest ). hues flicker away from him to hide her hurt. "am i not meant to learn from my own mistakes, not yours?" she murmurs, though a touch weakly. perhaps he was misleading her ⸻ tricking her ( it would not be the first time ), but something was making her believe this was not the case. "you and thor have ventured to midgard countless times in the past. why is it so ridiculous that i wish to go there myself?" she'd dreamed about it for years now and had only just been given permission to go.

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a bolt from the blue | royalty au

✦ kazuha. scaramouche. kaeya. x gn!reader

✦ tags: descriptions of anxiety (nothing explicit) in scaramouche's part. arranged marriages. historical!au. royalty!au.

for not all encounters in life are tinted in rose-colored lenses, showered in sparkles, nor does a symphony of music spring out of nowhere. sometimes it’s a little clumsy, often wholly unexpected — but it’s human, and life-changing all the same.

kazuha *. ⋆ breaking free

"are you lost, your highness?"

you freeze — as if you'd been seized red-handed committing an act of treason — turning your head slowly to the unforeseen guest while the leg you were halfway through swinging off the balcony remains suspended in the air.

"uh ... no?" you cleared your throat, raised your chin, and tried your best to muster as much dignity as you could — not an easy feat, considering your current plight was downright scandalous and truly unbecoming for a royal.

"i'm quite certain that this is the swiftest escape route, so you shall have to excuse me," you wave a dismissive hand airily. "carry on, good sir."

the gentleman takes a few steps forward, red cloak falling from his shoulders gracefully as he leans over the balcony.

he places a careful hand atop your ankle as he peers down below. "i doubt you'll end up unscathed with this high of a fall."

you shrug, mostly unbothered. "i'll take my chances. anything to escape that awfully stifling room and its attendees."

his mouth turns into a small, conspiratorial smile. "then the winds must have been kind, for it was i they brought you."

you raise an eyebrow, ultimately abandoning your earlier plans to leave by placing your foot back down. "consider my interest piqued. why do you say so?" you ask, smoothing out your garments.

"for i have first-hand experience in fleeing and running away."

the emblazoned gold and red rendering of maple leaves on his clothing glinted under the moonlight, and finally, it hits you.

the man next to you was a prince, the last of his bloodline, who'd been rumored to escape the confines of inazuman royalty by stowing away on a ship.

news of his disappearance had spread like wildfire among the upper echelons of high society — and you'd likewise heard that the entire aristocracy had been in an uproar at his return.

"you're KAZUHA, sole heir and last prince of the kaedehara lineage," you surmise, dipping your chin. "i apologize for the late greeting and the shameful display i put on moments ago, your grace."

"please, call me kazuha." he shakes his head, presenting you with a polite bow. "as expected, you're as clever as they've described. it's a pleasure to meet you."

"i found myself in great envy when i heard you'd manage to roam lands around freely, bereft from the burden of responsibilities."

his eyes take on a faraway look when he says, "both lives have their ... tribulations. though i must admit, i did prefer it."

you fall silent for a moment — watching him — before he shakes off his reverie. he faces you fully, fingers softly tapping atop the marble ledge.

"then what prompted you to return?" you ask.

the side of his mouth twitches, as if he'd been expecting you to ask him, and as if he'd prepared an answer for it already. his slight smirk made him appear even more charming under the moon's grace.

"perhaps i've learned about a certain royal figure well-loved by their people, and who've i've only heard good stories about on my travels, so i longed to see them for myself."

sparks consumed your skin with the way he stared at you, as if you were worthy of worship and of his high praise. here, on the balcony, away from the festivities, it was hard for your knees not to resemble pudding.

"well, i hope you weren't disappointed." you turn away, gazing longingly towards the world beyond instead. "though i'm afraid their tales did not inform you that they've been stuck in a cage their whole entire life."

from inside, the orchestra begins to transition into their next section of ballads. kazuha takes a step back, before offering a hand.

he tilts his head slightly. an invitation. "then shall i break you free, your highness?"

and without any hesitation, you easily slip your fingers into his palm, excitement quivering in your stomach. he tightens his grip, his thumb brushing your knuckles once.

he wore a pleased smile — the kind that could melt the coldest of hearts and simultaneously make bystanders swoon — and to your not-so-dismay, it proved to be awfully hard to say no under his influence.

you take a deep breath. "just for tonight."

"that's more than enough time."

and he leads you into a dance that has you both hiding behind marble pillars, your bodies pressed close enough to ward off the cold night air, twirling behind large drapes, and in a fit of hushed laughter, all while kazuha skillfully weaves you through the patrolling guards.

once you reach past the royal gates, you're both breathless, and not once, has he dropped your hand. he only tugs you along. closer. faster. away from everything.

and for the first time in forever, you don't look back.

scaramouche *. ⋆ an accidental misstep

you take a heaving breath as you push open the embellished doors and step into the ballroom.

perhaps arriving late wasn't the most well-thought-of plan you've had up to date, but it was far more preferable than being announced. the music and raucous chitchat falter slightly as you enter and you feel the weight of everyone's eyes on you.

it's heavy. suffocating. prying.

you should never have come here.

it was a foolish idea — one that you'd been unwillingly forced to.

you hardly considered yourself ready for everything this evening entailed, barely equipped with any etiquette lessons, and so hurriedly pushed into a world so foreign. so daunting. so far from your own.

you would, most undoubtedly, fail.

you would conceivably stumble on your feet, pronounce someone's name wrong, forget their verbose title, and from which branch of their family tree they hailed, and everyone would shun you, your entire household, and you'd never be able to —

panic grips you, its icy claws digging down, down, down, into your chest. you unknowingly take a hasty step back as blood pounds in your ears and your breathing turns laborious.

you bump into someone, making you fearfully whip around, like a spooked kitten. the heavy ball of dread in your stomach is justifiable, as you recognize the person you've just slammed into with encroaching horror.

SCARAMOUCHE, bearing the 6th seat among the harbingers, stared at you icily. they were the highest-ranking diplomats from the neighboring kingdom of snezhnaya, who managed to exude power, nobility, and authority from their portraits alone.

if you had trouble breathing earlier, your lungs had definitely ceased functioning now. the air felt even more constricted now that you were face to face with one of them in person.

"you stepped on my foot," scaramouche states blandly. already, his tone was frigid enough to freeze champagne. unduly apathetic. overly superior.

you inwardly cringe. he would probably demand your own legs as recompense, and in all truth, you were quite willing to get down on your knees.

"i'm so sorry," you whispered, trying and failing to suppress the tremble in your voice.

his gaze narrows as they linger on you, long lashes framing his perfectly jeweled eyes. eager now to put as much distance as possible between you while you still had your legs, you attempt to slip away.

his arm shoots out to capture your wrist, looping your arm in his with one fluid gesture. "i have no need for formalities. come," he commanded lowly.

you find yourself unable to refuse, realizing halfway through that he was leading you across and into the middle of the ballroom floor. your entire skin felt as if it had turned green.

the orchestra began playing the first strains of a waltz. scaramouche cocks his head, arching an eyebrow.

he'd brought you here to dance. with him.

despite the discomfort in your chest for being the object of numerous curious stares, you take the hand he extends out of courtesy.

under the dim chandelier light, he looked as achingly handsome as he was intimidating; and thus, you two commenced a sequence of familiar steps.

"i expect my feet to remain unharmed after this bothersome charade," he mutters.

you tip your head down, keeping your attention trained on your feet to take careful and measured steps.

scaramouche impatiently clicks his tongue. he lifts your face with a finger under your chin, exerting the gentlest pressure possible to meet your eyes.

your lips part open, and his own eyes flit down to them, lightning-quick, before he berates, "it's basic etiquette to look at your partner."

an apology reflexively bubbles on your tongue. "i'm sorry—" you begin, but he swings you around in a graceful arc abruptly.

when he sweeps you back into his arms, and the distance between you closes again, he lazily asks, "is your vocabulary that limited?"

you swallow. your breathing, while still erratic, no longer sounded quite so panicked. perhaps you could permit yourself some consolation, seeing as he meant no harm.

"i'm terribly anxious. i ... never had any desire to be here," you admit, unsure why you found it so easy to bare such a dark corner of yourself. perhaps his uncouth manner had rubbed off on you. "the way people stare is unpleasant."

at this, the corner of his mouth lifts up the slightest, eyes gleaming with amusement, and ... something else. he'd rewarded you with a smirk, as if he was pleased with you for speaking your mind.

he tightens his grip on your waist slightly, putting his lips very close to your ear before murmuring, "let them look. it would be a pity if you denied them the sight of you."

as you keep your attention designated on him, only then do you realize how he pierces onlookers with his haughtiest stare. you hadn't even noticed since you'd been so preoccupied with ensuring you'd be a worthy enough partner for someone of his status.

he'd been shielding you, trying to soothe your distress — even if the means were a bit questionable.

when he returns his gaze to you, a satisfied smile plays on his lips to find you already looking at him.

"good," he praised in velvet tones, making your heart stutter. "keep your eyes solely on me."

kaeya *. ⋆ an unlikely twist of fate

you wiped the sweat from your brow as you finished tying all your bedsheets and drapes together into one long rope.

you had no intentions of being wed. your siblings had abdicated their titles for a myriad of reasons, leaving you the only alternative to be married off to khaenri'ah's last heir.

to describe your circumstances bluntly, your only role was to continue their lineage for the sake of peace and prosperity between your kingdom and theirs.

you've never even met or glimpsed upon a portrait of your fiancée, nor bothered to learn his name, though it wasn't as if you wished to.

right after they announced his arrival today, you excused yourself to your quarters, taking advantage of everyone causing a fuss, and decided that this would be the best time to set your plans into motion.

being forced into a contractual marriage already left a bitter taste in your mouth. it wasn't as if you hoped to find true love — as you weren't naive to believe in such tales — but to at least be given a choice in whom you'd betrothed.

so, although these were words a royal must never even think about uttering, it's what pushes you over to the edge.

fuck it all, you mutter under your breath.

you toss your makeshift ladder out the window, tugging it one last time to inspect its resilience. slinging your satchel over your shoulder, you begin your getaway.

you were already brimming to the core with excitement and the idea of being on your own. you could eat anything your heart desired, wear whatever sort of clothes you wished, and not have to mind manners and absurd rules that constantly made your skull ache.

you're halfway down when you hear a soft grunt.

you pause, eyes widening as your head frantically searches for the origins of the sound. your sight lands on the tower next to yours, and on ... a gentleman doing the exact same thing.

the two of you lock eyes for a moment. you blink.

it appeared that he, too, was in the middle of his escape. his mouth opens ajar before the two of you simultaneously race down.

he reaches the ground far quicker than you do, and you mutter a low curse. your makeshift rope turns out to be a few feet too short, a slight miscalculation on your part.

"are you in need of assistance?"

you glance beneath you to see your co-escapee, clad in a coat of royal blue, with his arms outstretched.

"keep your voice down!" you worriedly exclaimed.

"you'll have to jump."

"that's a ludicrous idea!"

he snorts. "compared to scaling down the tower?"

how ... intolerable! especially coming from him! as if he hadn't scaled one down seconds ago. left with no other choice, you huff, "you must swear you'll catch me."

"i won't be able to if you stay up there any longer. my arms are starting to ache, but yes, you have my word."

you wonder just how much his word meant. you silently count up to three before letting go. you'd half expected that he wouldn't be there, but you landed in his arms with a small oof.

he gazes down at you, looking quite ... bewildered. you're unsure as to why.

perhaps he's thought of bringing you back into the castle. as a precautionary measure, you use your most authoritative voice. "if you bring me to the guards, i shall tell them you laid a hand on me."

instead of being frightened, the man only snickers, appearing entertained. "why, i did not expect that my compassion would be repaid in such a manner."

"i'm indebted indeed, but i graciously ask that you put me down now ... sir?"

"KAEYA," he introduces. you hum. the name rang eerily familiar, though you paid no heed to it. he lowers you slowly, placing a hand on the small of your back to aid your balance.

you rearrange your satchel, before turning on your heel and walking away directly to the alleyways servants use.

to your dismay, you hear his footsteps behind you. "why are you fleeing?"

he probably was no one of great importance, and he'd not risk announcing to others of your disappearance as you'd seen him escape as well, so you decide to accept his company.

"i'd like to make my own fate," you explain. "i'm tired of having my entire life decided for me."

"is that so?" he mused, not at all mocking, but genuinely interested.

you nod fervently. "i'm being shipped off to a kingdom i've never been to, arranged to marry a man i've never met, and expected to care for his offspring!"

kaeya glances at you with a mix of amusement and mirth, walking leisurely alongside you now. "and who is the unfortunate chap?"

you pointedly ignore the insult, raising your hands. "the crown prince of khaenri'ah! can you believe it?"

a strangled sound leaves his throat, almost sputtering out his next response, "i can't fathom what's so terrible."

"he could be some old geezer for all i know!" you rant, feeling even more riled up. you had no one to share your woes with, and it was honestly quite unburdening to finally express the worries that plagued your mind. "he could likewise be perverted or enjoy strange hobbies."

the look on kaeya's face is indescribable, as if you'd personally insulted the man himself. "i think it's unfair for you to place such an impression of him if you've never met him before."

"i don't need to." you wave away his opinion. "the fact that he agreed to this entire arrangement just goes to show that he is callous, and cold, and has no empathy for the other party involved."

kaeya's feet ground to a halt. "what if he had no other choice as well?"

you pause, stopping next to him. he tips his head up to the sky, and you couldn't deny that he was devastatingly handsome.

"my heart feels for him. it truly does ... " you shift your weight from foot to foot. "but i'm choosing myself for once."

he looks at you then. "and what of him?"

"then i pray he chooses himself, as i won't fault him for it," you say in all honesty. "who knows, perhaps he's thought about abandoning this entire agreement too."

he lets out a musically charming laugh, making your eyes widen in alarm. you swiftly press a hand over his mouth.

"how many times must i tell you that you need to keep your voice down?" you chastise in a hushed voice.

you feel his mouth curve into a smile under your palm. before you're able to step away, his hand grasps yours, interlacing it with his, before dragging you along.

you gape, preparing to speak — even though you hadn't an ounce of an idea of what you'd say — but not a sound emerges. his skin on yours felt uncomfortably warm despite the evening air.

"and you? why were you leaving as well?" you ask slowly, remembering that you'd never inquired where he was from, or why he was in the castle in the first place.

"i'm choosing myself," he answers in a cryptic tone. and you, kaeya decides. he's quite determined to see if he could change your opinion of him, despite the fact that you seemed completely unaware of who he was.

you're uncertain of what he means by that. oh well, you shrugged. perhaps the two of you will learn more of each other's stories on your journeys since you've picked up a companion.

kaeya couldn't resist glancing back at you. at your eager, wide-eyed expression at the prospect of freedom, he shakes his head fondly and grins.

this will be very interesting.

✦ byeol's notes: tenses are annoying >:| i rewatched little women, and the scene where laurie and jo were dancing outside the house, while the party went on inside, got me 😫 which greatly inspired kazuha's part!

and yes, i've read an ungodly amount of historical manhwas, which only makes me want to get isekai'd to teyvat or an au.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you and ily <3

[lifttheveilseethetruth]

What chakra is in need of your attention?

What is keeping you blocked?

Hello friends :) I hope you are doing well. This is a new pick-a-card about what chakra may be in need of clearing blockages and how it may be affecting you at this time. Piles 1-3 ranging from left to right shown in image above :)

Disclaimer 🫶🏻 take what resonates with you and dismiss anything that doesn’t feel aligned to you. Energy is always flowing and changing so know that the energy these readings depict could change at any moment. Notice if something triggers you it could be a sign you need to focus more into that feeling and questioning, why is it a trigger for you and what emotion is being triggered?

Enjoy the reading :)) I surely hope you can find something positive to take with you 🫶🏻

Pile 1

It seems that your root chakra is off balance right now and is in need of attention. With this chakra being off balance you may be feeling out of control with things that are happening to you and around you during this time. In present moments you are facing life with an energy of accepting the pain others put you through. Accepting it as if it is yours to heal or that you somehow deserve to carry it. You feel that life is “just like this”, that this is “just how it is”. You let others unload their burdens onto your back because you know you can handle it. You carried so many people, so many burdens for so long. This could be carried through family or ancestral lineage or past lives. You have handled pain for so long in your life that you’ve learned how to carry it and still feel the light. What you need to know is that these energies are not yours to carry. A lot of the people you support would not do the same for you, they do not deserve your shoulder, they do not deserve your back. You feel so self sufficient but you currently block off your full self from blooming by letting others use you as a place to set their pain down. It’s causing you pain. Come back to yourself. Come back to a place where you can feel childlike wonderment again and let this pain go. Ask yourself questions like, “Can I empathize with this person right now?”, “Do I have the space in my energy field to let this person unload onto me?”, “Are my needs being met?” Spirit wants you to check in with yourself and take time to first reflect on your needs and your energy in these moments.

A manta you can repeat is “I take responsibility for where I now find myself in life as I move forwards.”

Pile 2

Your third eye chakra is in need of attention and clearing right now. With this chakra being off balance you may be finding it difficult to trust your own guidance and wisdom. You may be or may have felt shame or guilt in the past for being different and this caused you to close out your own intuitive abilities. You may have felt like an outcast for being different from others around you but i really see this energy lifting as you start trusting in your own wisdom. Spirit wants you to know that your differences are your gifts. I feel like the souls of your ancestors are really helping behind the scenes in your behalf. They strive to see you shining your light. Continue honoring them in your heart and asking for guidance, they’re still here for you even if you can’t see them. They want you to know that you are so accepted, supported and loved. You are heavily protected as well, you have nothing to fear. They want to remind you that materialistic items do not matter in the grand scheme of things. Connect back into your self with activities that put you into a meditative like state. This could be anything you love doing, something that makes your heart feel like it’s singing. It’s time to surrender to yourself. Great things are coming in for you. I feel money coming in.

A good manta for you at this time is “I trust in a higher source and I honor my direct connection to it.”

Pile 3

I feel that your crown chakra is in need of attention right now. With the crown chakra being out of alignment you could be easily irritated or emotionally unbalanced. You could be taking what others do or say personally and have started to isolate yourself. You could be isolating due to having exceptions of certain actions from others. You could also be expecting others or a specific person to reach out to you first after you have isolated or cut off contact from them, or they cut off from you. You have since been waiting on this person to come back. You stand alone hoping to be saving the spot next to you for them. I see that you are thinking about a certain feeling this person gave you, spirit wants you to know that it’s okay to stop comparing people to past people you’ve known. What is really blocking you is this waiting energy. You keep waiting for something, someone one or a spark to rekindle and it’s in turn blocking new amazing opportunities from coming in. They could be presented to you but you don’t even see them because you are focused on comparing new opportunities to this feeling or situation you had in the past. And nothing will simply ever be repeated. Even with this certain person. Energy is always fluctuating and no experience is ever the same. These new opportunities and endeavors are not going anywhere either they continue to come into your life hoping you take a leap of faith and discover something new. It’s okay to be scared. It’s also okay to talk about what scares you. Spirit wants you to know that you can always talk to them, or to people who love you. It’s also very strong of you to talk about your feelings. Spirit is so proud of you for how far you’ve already come. Accept help when it is offered and ask for it when it is needed. Try not to isolate yourself any longer. It is time to start a new day. You will be so so happy when you take a leap of faith.

A mantra you can try using is, “Instead of resisting any emotion, I enter it fully, embrace it and see through my resistance.”

🤍🫶🏻🤍🫶🏻 that’s all for tonight’s reading 🫧 did it resonate with you? Feel free to let me know, I love hearing any feedback ☺️

Thank you so much for reading this guided message. 🫶🏻 I hope you beautiful friends have an amazing time where ever you are right now and feel the love I’m sending each one of you🤍

[stuckybarton]

Day v: Hate

Summary: There was a very thin line between Love and Hate, especially for two completely opposite beings forced together to end the Eon Wars. Words: 1,603 Warning: Smut. Rough Sex. Creampie. Degradation. Choking. Breeding Kink. Characters: Jotun!Loki Laufeyson x Fire Demon! Reader

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"My Queen."

Loki Laufeyson was the King of Jotunheim but nothing was colder than your gaze towards him. The rightful queen of Muspelheim, reduced into becoming the wife and queen of Jotunheim instead, you somehow had every right to be in such a foul mood for the fate given to you. Your union was just chaos bound to happen. A frost giant and fire demon, it was all bound to end poorly as you had often told your new husband since the first time you had met him--on your wedding.

Even with how open you had been in letting your husband know of your hatred towards him, never once had you shown the same distaste in front of his people. You fit into the role well, he had once believed you would take longer in getting used to the cold and harsh weather conditions in Jotunheim, but you've placed everyone to shame with your lack of cold. Wearing the same thin almost see through garment as the rest of the female warriors, you had shown to everyone, including your husband that you were a queen through and through.

But destiny and a would-be prophecy was what led you into this position in the first place. A descendant of Ymir and the first-born of Surtur were bound to unite to resolve the unending war between both realms. It was bad luck that it just had to be you to make the sacrifice and annoyance to Loki that just couldn't catch a break with his own wife.

"Loki," Your tone was cold, far from the spitfire that he had come to know you to be. You were also the only one to not call him for his title, but it was a given, as you were his equal.

"I will be needing you in my bed tonight." He finally had enough of your disrespect and the satisfied smirk on his face at you shock made it more evident.

Neither of you shared a bed. You had your own, which you had come to understand was almost normal for them--more so for the higher ranking members. The only time where you were to be anywhere in Loki's bed was when he needed to fuck you. Without rhyme or reason, one of the main reason why you two were to be married was to extend both of your lineage.

Procreation between Frost Giants and Demons weren't rare as many would believe, but it was the fact that not many female Frost Giants survived giving birth to half-fire demons that imposed the risk, not the same could be said when it comes to Fire Demons carrying the offspring to term. Another reason as to why you were placed in this predicament in the first place.'

"You've grown tired of your whores, I presume." You snort, legs crossing as soon as you fell right back to your throne.

"Why would I need a whore when you're the whore I'd ever need in my life."

Just like clockwork, you stood and surged towards him. Toe to toe with the man, far taller than you. Even with Loki being smaller than the average Frost Giants, he still over towered over you--one of the few taller Fire Demons of your own kind. Barely reaching his shoulders, it was still an amusing sight for Loki that you could act all high and mighty when he could crush you with one hand.

"I am your Queen and I am to be treated with such respect."

"But I am your King!" His voice boomed, echoing in the cold halls of the castle. "I have been nothing but kind to you since you arrived into my realm. Should you continue to disrespect me, you not only face my wrath but the wrath of my men who will be more than happy to fuck you until you submit to my will."

His warning had finally shut you up, the victor for once.

"I hate you, Loki Laufeyson."

"The feeling is mutual, Y/N Surturdottir." He spat cupping your cheeks before pulling you in for a kiss.

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"Fuck you!"

A soft, insulting chuckle escaped your husband's lips as he continued on his assault on your bruising cunt. Behind the gentle and often soft spoken man was a beast that knew how to bring you to an unending cycle of pain and pleasure.

On your hands and knees, you were under his control to see fit with whatever he desires.

"Already am."

How you had loathed the arrogance in his voice.

His tongue and lips ran over the back of your neck before settling on the mark he had made on the first night the two of you had ever had sex--in front of his people as well as your own. A tradition that still brought so much shame to you if you ever thought about the encounter. The mating mark as the Jotun people had explained it to be. It was a symbol of your husband's possession over you, you were his as much as he was yours.

Disgusting.

Your shoulders arched as you were once again creeping close to your own release, and it also meant Loki halting in his movement. Stilling inside of you. The first sob escaped you, as you were truly at his mercy but you couldn't have yourself relenting to him and real power he has over you.

"Do you want to cum?" He purred, the cold ice of his breath for the first time had sent a shiver onto your warmer body. "All you have to do is submit to me and I will have you coming as much as you want."

You shook your head, refusing his offer.

"Suit yourself."

Effortlessly, you were flipped back onto your back, onto the soft furs of his bed. The first time you had actually been in your husband's bed if you were being honest. Months of being in Jotunheim, you had your own room and a part of you had always hated the fact. Your mother and your father had a shared room, even when there were moments of arguments between the two of them, they never slept until their arguments were resolved. Yet in this marriage, it was not the same, colder than the entire realm.

One hand wrapped around your throat and the other lifting your leg up until your knee met your shoulder, he began his assault on your body. Loki's thrust shaking you to the core. You were so full of him in this position, practically splitting you in halt at this point.

A half-smile rested on his lips now, watching you try you best to get comfortable with his size before he begins to move. A fact that was not lost in you as you've come to realize.

Biting your bottom lip, you allowed him to fuck you senseless, taking all that he wants and all that he could from you.

"If only they knew how much of a whore their well-loved Queen is." He spat, pounding into your pussy with vigor. "How much of a cock-hungry slut you really are!" He growled nails digging painfully deep onto your leg.

"Fuck you!" You spat.

"That's the plan." He moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you into submission. When I know you're good and ready, I will plant my seeds into you. You will bear me hundreds of children, all that would come to rule each and every corner of this realm."

You did not have any control of your body, moaning and tightening around him at the thought of having his children. Loki had also noticed the little fact.

"Is that what you want? To bear me children one after another? To be forever filled with my cum for all of eternity?"

"Yes." You whispered no longer having the will power to hold it in as you were once again getting closer to your release.

"What was that?" Hips halting and you tried your best to buck against his hips, hoping to get enough friction but he stopped you, the hand around your neck grew tighter, taking the much needed air out of your lungs. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Please." you sobbed now, desperate for your release, and for every single thing he had come to promise you. "Make me a mother, My King. Please." Your head nodded vigorously at this point, no longer did you have any care of what was your remaining pride.

"As you wish, my Queen."

Releasing his hold on your neck you took one deep breath before Loki had pounded into you, harder than he had ever did. The thin line between pain and pleasure was being tested as you flinched as he pounded away into your insides. The familiar coil tightening as Loki rested most of his weight on top of you as he continued on with his assault.

Slowly before you understand what was going on, copious amount of his seed filled you up, triggering your own release.

The white light momentarily blinding you. Legs quivering and your husband's name escaping from your lips as you came around his instantly hardening cock.

Taking you a moment to catch yourself, you realize your leg was no longer bent and Loki was no longer crushing you, but instead hovering above you. Cock still resting snugly inside of you.

As his larger hands cupped your cheeks, blood red eyes staring at you in a way you never thought he would ever look at you, you've come to realize, there was also a very thin line between love and hate when it comes to you and your husband.