#a body as a war wound as a poisoned animal

[filledmouth]

so here we are again, one-handedly fingering the puckered edges of the exit wounds memory leaves behind

[hauntingmiser]

Ok uhhh hands you a nurse OC ( it's Marlene )

I swear she has a little bit of Trauma-

( also she's from an Indian heritage )

[lola-writes]

DELICIAE IMPERII ║ I.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Hanno’s sister!reader 

Word Count: 2,9k

Synopsis: As an esteemed warrior of the Numidian army, your world turns on its axis when you’re taken prisoner by the Romans. Ever since your stealth attack that nearly cost the General of the Roman army, Marcus Acacius, his life, he appears to have taken a special interest in you. Under his tutelage of swordplay and carnal things, you delve deeper into the heart of the Roman Empire, uncovering its instability, and Acacius’ true intentions with you…

Themes & Warnings: 18+ (MDNI!), POV first person, use of y/n, blood & violence, slow burn, enemies to lovers, implied age gap, misogyny, political corruption & instability, yearning & longing, mutual pining, sexual inexperience, terms of endearment (anaticula, Adonis), slavery, smut, p in v, fingering, dry humping, pet names, praising, creampie, voyeurism, oral, orgasms

Song: Fight for Survival – Klergy

➣ Anaticula (duckling), Adonis (god of beauty and desire)

➣ a/n: The original plan was for this to be a oneshot, but in the end it seemed impossible. I've got a lot planned for this story. Hope you stay tuned! 🥰

➣ Poem by @fairytalesques

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I am a rose unfurling, winter’s bloom. Poison dripping down my throat and out of my bladed fingers. I spin stars into black holes, drive monsters to extinction in the dead heat of summer. You ever stop to think what life could have been if the poison had been potent? A lifeline in the carnage. A blessing or a curse? The flower is now festering like a disease but with Adonis I’ll be safe, he keeps the antidote. 

The metallic tang of blood, thick and cloying, hung heavy in the humid air, a shroud of death as thick as smoke. It was a symphony of war, conducted by the piercing shrieks of the wounded and the barked commands of the officers. A cacophony that blurred my senses as I moved with deadly precision through a haze of silver and red.

I fought with the savage efficiency of a wild animal, yet my kills were clean and quiet, each motion honed by years of training under Hanno's tutelage. My vision tunneled to a singular, deadly focus – the annhilation of the Roman usurpers by any means necessary. In this moment, I was a force of nature, an instrument of retribution. I would purge the land of their corrupted touch if I were to die trying.

The enemy pressed on, a relentless tide. For every ten I felled, another twenty rose to take their place. Yet somehow, the more I fought, the stronger I became, as though the adrenaline that infiltrated my every tissue contained a potent elixir that invigorated my muscles and dulled their exertion. 

Clashing blades rang in the air. Our two armies mingled near indistinguishably; clanging, crunshing and screaming. It would be difficult to tell friend from foe, if it weren’t for the Romans distinctive galeas, the red fur frilling atop the silver helms like beckoning targets. 

Just then, the crowd parted like clouds from the sun, unveiling a figure descending the battlement steps, a silhouette of lethal grace. Donning a sable breast plate emblazoned by Sol, sprawling across his chest with a douzen golden rays, he moved with the effortless grace of a dancer, his blade a blur of silver death, his countenance molded into a rigid canvas of authority. A retinue of red fringed galeas encircled him, their bodies his shields, their presence a testament to his rank. 

My gaze fixed him through the crowd as the next wave of men in their peculiar-looking helmets came charging at me. I ducked, slicing open the patellas of the first two, making them buckle in the sand. The third I dodged, sidestepping before plunging my blade into his brachial plexus. The fourth I parried, our blades screeching in unison, before I kicked under his flared skirt. There wasn’t much fight left in him after that.      

Jubartha’s words echoed in my mind as I tracked the approaching entourage, “Take out the leader of your enemy, and it matters not how much blood stains your sword.”

He moved fluidly like a windless sea. His spatha whipped around him, trailing shadows in the dust-ridden air, splattering the sand with blood. His expression was a paradox. As though he would not rest until Rome had pocketed another conquest, while simultaneously longing for a different fate entirely.

Crimson trailed around him like crushed punica granatum. None breached the shield of bodies surrounding him, and those who tried did not emerge alive, like prey entering a lion’s den. 

I caught a glimpse of Hanno and Jubartha atop the parapet, fending off the ruthless wave from the assaulting sea. The walls had been breached, our numbers were dwindling. A sense of desperation seized me, a reckless courage driving me forward.  

There was but one choice at my disposal.

I sprinted up the steps of the opposite parapet, scaling the heights with desperate urgency. Ducking behind a wooden pole, I dashed across the platform until I reached its bosom. I leaned out over its edifice, where down below, a second protective roof had been built. I started the climb downward, the splintering wood tearing at my hands like an angry cat. I landed on the roof with a thud and crouched towards the edge. Our men were still charging through the opening of the parapet, but before I knew it, they began to slow, getting knocked back by the shield wall of fearsome Roman guards. I rose to my feet, my heart pounding in my ears, adrenaline surging through my bloodstream. My hand found the hilt of my sword and clasped it into place. For what I was about to do, risking becoming unarmed was to invite my doom.

The chaotic shadowy flare of guards flanking the steady shadow of an unyielding assassin grew in the sand below. I filled my lungs, washing out the biting fear of death creeping around the edges. 

A warrior’s oath echoed in my mind: I am Numidia. 

I dipped, toes to the edge. A head of dark and silver emerged below. 

What could go wrong?

I leapt. 

The fall felt decelerated, as if in a dream, and all surrounding noise faded underwater. My feet met his back, and a heavy grunt of startlement escaped him as he fell forward. His body broke my fall, and I rolled with the force of the impact, swiftly regaining my footing as I turned to face him. Dazed for but a second, his face dusted with sand, he grappled for his sword. But before he managed to get a proper grasp of the hilt, I pressed my boot atop his knuckles. He groaned in frustration behind gritted teeth. The next second, my one hand had clasped the knife from my boot, while the other had gathered a fistful of his hair and snatched him backward. 

In the third second, my blade was poised at his throat, ready to claim his life when, for reasons unexplained, the edge paused in his skin. 

In the fourth second, I had met his eyes, and an unfamilliar current passed down my spine. They were big, and brown, and full of contradictions, staring up at me with equal surprise, malice, and admiration. But no fear. His chest was heaving. His hair was a full, tangled mess of black and silver beneath my fingers, textured from the unsettled sand. The strands of silver had leaked into his beard which covered his dark, dirt-and blood-spattered complexion. His nose was sharp, angled like the limb of a bow, and his lips were slightly parted from gnashed teeth. The wound I had inflicted seemed to defy the vision of him I had before me, bleeding red but ichor. 

In the fifth second his resistance faltered, his head growing heavy against me. But before I could savour my victory, a sharp blow clattered my teeth, and suddenly my body was not my own. My vision blurred, my ears buzzed, and my fingers loosened the grip of the knife, no matter how hard I fought against it. 

In the sixth second, I was laying in the sand, grasping for consciousness. I thought I could hear Hanno screaming in the distance, but it was just beneath the surface. Gathering the last ounces of strength I had left I reached for the blade laying inches away. The contours of Adonis hovered over me, as one of the guards kicked my weapon out of reach. My other hand dragged itself to my waist, half-limb, seeking to undo the clasp to my sword.

“Tsk tsk tsk...” Adonis clicked his tongue. I winced as his boot came down on my hand, pressing down. “You have some fight in you, anaticula,” his voice, laced with what I would percieve as… concern, circulated around my head like a distant echo. “Grab her.” The words consumed me, nuzzling my cognisance like a warm blanket, and as I lifted off the ground, I faded into oblivion. 

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Vae victis. Woe to the vanquished. 

The declaration travelled with me between the realms of my unconsciousness, followed by the distant wails of bereaved mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters. 

I awoke to the comforting crackle of the fire we used to cook our supper. The air was thick with the scent of fresh fish, and the vague neigh of my stallion drifted in from outside. I sighed, nuzzling my face into the pillow, and was captivated by the unfamiliar softness of it. Something was different. The ground beneath me seemed to shift and sway, and as I opened my eyes, the pillow under my cheek was foreign to me – vibrant with patterns winding around the fabric like climbing vines.

Reality slowly dawned. I was not home. And the crackle of the fire and the neighing from my stallion was in fact the creaking and squeaking of ship timbers. 

I groaned as a sharp pain lanced through my skull. Everything came back to me. The Roman invasion. The battle. The blow to the head. Adonis … 

My breath stilled when I met his gaze across the room. Clad in the same sable armor and a royal scarlet cape, he was seated at the head of a table bedecked in plates of fish, cheese, fruit and caraffes of wine. He held my stare with a distant look of interest, rolling a purple grape between his fingers before plopping it into his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching. 

The throbbing pain pulsed in my temple in tune with my heart as I sat up on the setee. Sludge stuck to my thoughts and it felt as though my center of gravity was off the way the room kept rocking.

“Easy,” came his voice, a low rumble. His chewing ceased, his movements stilled, as if ready to rise in haste.

The ship’s rhythmic rocking intensified, the sound of waves lapping against the hull growing louder. A cold sweat broke out on my brow. My breathing surged and grew ragged, trying to subdue the rolling sense of nausea consuming me. 

But it was futile.

With a violent shudder, I retched, the contents of my stomach emptying onto the wooden planks.

I stared blankly at my mess, a strange blend of satisfaction and shame washing over me. Relishing at the thought of having defiled the ship of the Roman usurpers, I was humbled by doing so in front of the man who I failed to kill. My guts were ready to spill again at the very thought.

His chair creaked against the floor as he rose. I only saw his legs as he approached, dropping to his haunches in front of me – in my vomit, and I recoiled, equally to his sudden advance as to the indignity of it. He moved with intent, the scarlet cape pooled around him, and I could not help but feel intimidated. It was like he didn’t know what he was standing in. Or rather, didn’t care. Furthermore, based off his attire alone, he was too high in station to be on his knees for a commoner like me. Even less, kneeling in a commoner’s bodily fluid. 

He was so cool and calculated, from how he moved to how his gaze settled on mine, though something alive played in his dark brown eyes. Something that could snap at any second. His complexion was still riddled with dried dirt and blood from the battle, and the cut in his neck had leaked down his throat like spilt ink. 

I knew not if it was the sudden uprising of nerves, his closeness, or a result of the blow to my head, but the words slipped past my lips without thought. “You’re a truly terrible commander.” I dried the dribble off my chin with the back of my hand.

A furrow etched between his brows and genuine concern flickered in his eyes, like he was contemplating whether it might be true. “I conquered your city,” he parried.

“I nearly killed you,” I retorted.

A hint of malice clouded his features. “Nearly.” His tone of voice gathered timber; that the word came off as a threat. 

He stared at me. The urge to look away was so strong it itched beneath my skin. He expected me to. Though something foreign and astute made me persevere. Holding eye contact with him felt like a deadly game. But it also evoked a whisper of adrenaline, as warm as spiced wine. 

Finally, his eyes drifted downward to the pool of vomit at his feet. “I’ll have someone clean this up,” he said, before leaning forward and putting his arms around me. 

Adrenaline shot through me like a violent storm, and I pushed him away instinctively. His face was a mask of indifference, and he reached for me again, and this time he didn’t let go, no matter how hard I fought him. He carried me up off the settee as I kicked, squealed, grunted and clawed. My mind raced with the thoughts of what he might do to me. His breast plate was ice cold against my skin, but I was too frantic to notice. I came to my senses once he dropped me down in a chair next to the table. He glared at me, clearly unimpressed by my defiance, before grabbing a plate off the table, methodically filling it with a chaotic assortment.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, breaking off a twig of grapes as a final touch before serving it to me, rounding the table to seat himself.

I simply gaped at him, too bewildered to respond. My chest heaved from exertion, my tense body clutching onto the wood of the chair, trembling slightly from the waning adrenaline spike.

“You need not fear me, anaticula,” he soothed. His voice was a strange blend of velvet and steel, a combination I believed to be uniquely his; calming and unsettling me in equal measure. And despite the ingrained hatred I harbored towards his people, an inexplicable, vexing trust for him began to bloom within me.

“I am General Marcus Acacius,” he boomed, as though I would have trouble hearing him from across the table. Where he came from, I’d wager men stood to attention at the mere mention of him, but I remained indifferent. Belittling him was all the power I had.

His name grew heavy in the air, silence stretching. I’d expected him to explain my fate next. That I would be sold as a slave for men to plunder as they wished, or perhaps executed for having his life at my disposal. Perhaps he’d do it himself.

“What do I call you?” he asked finally.

“Whyever does that matter?” I snapped.

“Is it so strange to wish to know the name of the woman who nearly killed me?” His voice dipped at the very mention of it. 

“I’ll be dead soon enough,” I said with feigned indifference. Acacius stiffened, watching me carefully. “Or if you do not kill me, I’d kill myself before I ever become a slave.” I watched him relax slightly and continue his meal.

“That’s not going to happen,” he muttered inbetween chews.

My gut flared with anticipation, “Which part?” I demanded.

He looked up at me. “What’s your name?” he asked, deliberately ignoring my question. 

“Y/N,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. 

He repeated my name, the sound rolling off his tongue like honey while he fixed me with his eyes dark like amber. I grew strangely warm and restless, and a sudden urge to flee seized me, a wild beast gnawing at my nerves. 

“Where is my brother?” I blurted out, rather raggedly, a note of desperation creeping in, but as I did, I recalled I had not seen Hanno since the start of the battle. Was he even alive?

“Your brother?” he asked, like the notion I’d have a family was aberrant to him, a fleeting spark of uncertainty passing through his eyes. He swallowed sharply, picking at the salted fish on his plate. “With the other prisoners,” he muttered.

“So,” I began, molding myself out of the rigid posture I had assumed, and leaned forward. “Why am I here?” I asked, casting a disapproving look around his opulent cabin.

He stopped and fixed me with a gaze ice-cold. “For safe keeping,” he said sternly. “You nearly killed me today, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to find out what else you’re capable of.”

Vague images flickered before my eyes – chaos, then darkness. “You talk as if it’s some big feat,” I scoffed.

His eyes, twin pools of lethal venom, bored into me. “I assure you,” he hissed, resting his bracers against the edge of the table, a hint of admonition lingering in his voice, “It is.”

My face heated at the thought of having impressed him, but the word ‘nearly’ was a nettlesome creature.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” I said, the words bitter on my tongue.

Acacius cocked his brows in recognition and poured wine. “Why didn’t you?” he asked, raising the cup to his lips. 

The question caught me off guard, and a bitter taste filled my mouth. I recalled myself hesitating. I had the blade at his throat. I could have ended the battle there and then, declared Numidia victorious against the power of Rome. But I couldn’t do it. 

“I-,” I don’t know, I thought. 

A sharp knock on the door shattered the silence, and a sentry entered the room, bowing slightly. “General Acacius,” he spoke, his voice laced with duty and reverence. “Rome awaits.” 

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Fic Finder

Nov 9th

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1. I'm looking for a fic that I swear I bookmarked！It's a modern AU where WWX has been dead for (13?) years in a world where people are starting to spontaneously resurrect from the dead (in a not zombie way). He finds his way back to LWJ and A-Yuan. I think near the end of the fic they get news that JYL has also been revived. @needleinthenonsense

FOUND!🔒💖 sudden nature series by everbrighter (M, 97k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, 5+1, family feels, parenthood, teenage rebellion, past character death, resurrection, pining, domestic fluff, angst, happy ending) 

NOT FOUND!🔒care by everbrighter (T, 35k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, modern w/ magic, resurrection, family bonding, getting to know each other, past character death, pining)

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2. Hi!! This is my first time using Tumblr so I hope I’m doing this right… I read a fic (Ao3) where Lan Zhan was getting rid of a water spirit in the lake in Caiyi city (i think). Wei Yīng said something dirty and LWJ was going to retort when he was sucked underwater. He thought he was gonna die but soon got caught under like this wheel thingy where he was pulled up and his shoulder dislocated. He had wounds and was only saved thx to WWX using demonic cultivation. I have some screenshots if needed! @plumblossom-15339

FOUND? As Spring Will Surely Come by silver_sun (E, 38k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Lan Family Feels, Bottom LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt LWJ, depression - LXC, Near Drowning, Sick LWJ, sick LQR, LXC in Seclusion, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Bath Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, everyone gets a happy/hopefully ending, Night Hunts, kind of slice of life vibes, Nightmares, Mental Health Issues, traumatic memory related flashback - LWJ, it's battle of nightless city related - warning will be on specific chapter)

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3. Hello, lovely people! I'm desperately looking for a fic I read in February, where lwj gets himself stuck as a bunny and iirc wwx is hired by lxc to bunnysit and because wwx had nowhere to live he was happy to accept. It might have been modern with cultivation. All I have is this quote I sent my friend: "And then Wei Ying had accepted! Lan Zhan was so overwhelmed that, just for a moment, his rabbit body took over, and he’d ended up doing a binky." Pls help!

NOT FOUND!🔒💖 blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

FOUND! the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Getting Together, Confessions)

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4. I'm looking for a fic where the lan and possibly the nie fought a war with the Jiang and jin and WY was one of the Jiang commanders. The Jiang lose and WY and LZ enter into a relationship. I remember a scene where the Jiang were on trial after the war and WY noted that JC looked shocked that he's being prosecuted possibly for war crimes @maryam25

FOUND? 🔒 Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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5. Hello, thank you for your hard work 🙏 I'm looking for a fic where Wen Qing poisons Wen Ruohan, Wen Chao, Wen Zhuliu and Wang Lingjiao with berries that induce Qi deviation. Basically everyone but Wen Xu, who is in love with his brother's wife, because WRH punished him by having her marry WC. And I think instead of assuming leadership of the Wen sect he leaves with her. That's all I can remember. Thank you so much!

Hello, thank you for your hard work! For Nov 9th no. 5 was mine, sadly it's not the fic I was looking for. It might have been time travel? I'm not sure. Definitely no transmigration though. Thank you anyway for looking.

NOT FOUND! The Teenage Girl's Self-Saving System by mercyandmagic (T, 108k, WLJ/WC, WLJ/NMJ, wangxian, XiYao, XuanLi, ChengQing, OC main character, transmigration, everyone’s least fave characer gets character development!)

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6. hello! thankyou so much for you hard work. please help me find a fic that i've been looking for days now, in this fic wwx and lwj time went back to time as kids, as far as i remember they had their memories with them and both of their parents are alive in here. kid wwx told his parents to go to gusu, and when they went, he was greeted by kid lwj who remembered him and hugged him (lwj's family was shocked because their non affectionate boy was hugging someone) pls pls help me find it

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7. Hello! I was hoping you could help me find a fic, I don’t remember much of it. But i remember it took place during wei yings time in gusu in the cloud recess arc. i could be wrong on some details but from my memory it has the lans finding out about some negative aspect of wei yings life in yunmeng and the abusive treatment he dealt with. he is then welcome in cloud recesss bc they see how smart and kind he is. i remember specifically there was an oc that was a lan elder who was very un-lan like. he was very loud very much what u would expect from a character that’s similar to wei ying. he became wei yings shifu so to speak. they would invent things together. they were both known for blowing up things a lot. the lan healers mentioned once how the jiang healers definitely knew about the abuse wei ying was subjected to. and that they would be bringing up them not living up to their duties as healers at a conference or something. and that not helping wei ying in the abusive situation was a major taboo amongst all the healers and there would be repercussions for that. i think they mention that wei ying is often in the back of cloud recess where all the elders lives. like he’s just always around that general area. it’s kind of jiang bashing and then also positive/protective lans. that’s all i can remember so sorry if that’s vague i just really enjoyed reading it and can’t find it for the life of me. thanks for any help u can give me!! and as always thanks so much for all ur hard work 💕💕💕

FOUND?🔒in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Cloud Recesses, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric) the eccentric lan elder that teaches wwx shows up in ch 11

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8. Hello! I'm looking for a fic in which wwx is summoned back by xue yang instead of mo xuanyu and wwx runs around pretending to be xue yang but he actually managed to change xue yang body into his own and just wear a fake face. I think Jiang yanli was summoned back too by Qin su and was the one to make xue yang summon wwx into his body

FOUND? the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))

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9. Hey!! It's been a while. I hope all of you are doing great.

I'm looking for this fic where Wei Wuxian is in an arranged marriage with Lan Wangji and the only significant thing I remember about it is that Wei Wuxian breaks something that belonged to Lan Wangji's mother and he gets angry I think (?) Also, Wei Wuxian goes to Caiyi Town and comes back to apologize.

I'm so sorry. I know this isn't enough to go by, but this is all I recall. If you can find it, that would be great.

Thank you in advance. @poetic-writes

Hi! I'm number 9 on the latest fic finder. That fic rec is not the one I was looking for, but that fic is really good, and I'm thankful for whoever who assumed it was that particular one. As I mentioned in my ask is that Wei Wuxian breaks something that belongs to Lan Wangji and the latter is really sad and says something rude to Wei Wuxian I think on the lines of him being as bad as everyone had said and it kind of takes away the spirit entirely from Wei Wuxian and the light in his eyes dim. Thank you again.

NOT FOUND!🔒 Light of Stars (and the Destroyer) by Sanguis (T, 22k, WangXian, Legends, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Pining for your spouse, Adoption, Canon Divergence, Married Couple)

I've read number nine before but I don't remember the name! i have more details tho: lan wangji says that wei ying is as bad as jiang cheng says! wei ying locks himself in a room and cries a lot

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10. oh lovely folk- please can you help me? for the next fic finder- i’m remembering a WY sent to marry royal(i believe) LW. Madame Yu whips him before he travels to capitol. Meng Yao has suspicions and leaves him locked in a room not knowing WY is injured. does this ring a bell?

NOT FOUND The Bloodthirsty Prince and his Bride by moss_enthusiast (M, 27k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending Violence, Anxiety, Royalty, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Whipping, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Dark LWJ, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Shock, Anxiety Attacks) i am really unsure cause there is no Meng Yao as far as i remember, but this contains arranged marriage (where WY is sent instead of JYL ro marry prince LWJ) and highly abusive Madam Yu who whips WY a lot, and LWJ finds him hurt and passed out in the wedding bedroom after the ceremony. Recovery abd revenge included later.

FOUND!🔒The Imperial Compromise by shiroakuma (E, 61k, WIP, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Royalty, YLLZ WWX, Concubine WWX, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Emperor LXC, everyone but LXC thinks WWX is to be his concubine, LXC Ships WangXian, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Intersex Omegas, Intersex Alphas, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort)

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11. I am back once again asking for your excellent help in finding a fic. It's an AU, where a previous emperor ordered Lan Zhan & Wei Ying to marry. Lan Zhan is an imperial official (in the tax department i think). There is a war with the Wen going on and Wei Ying is ordered off to fight. Everyone thinks WY is either dead or MIA, but when the war is won, LZ goes to oversees a prisoner exchange and finds WY who has been on a work gang in a mine all this time (with A-Yuan who he's adopted & Mo Xuanyu). I remember MianMian is the brilliant general on the winning side. You find out that LZ & WY basically fell in love right before WY got shipped off to war, so it's a happy reunion. Oh! Also, LZ writes very popular poetry under a pseudonym! Um...i remember that LZ bought WY a goat they called Amethyst because before he was disappeared WY wrote LZ expressing the wish for such a goat (LZ buys the whole herd in the end). Jiang Yanli and the Peacock are married and are the new empress and emperor. There's an epilogue or end note where the author gives info about how their life turned out - this is all in the 500s CE. As always, i can't remember the title or who the writer is, so HELP! Thank you so much!

FOUND! ❤️ Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 52k, wangixan, jin zixuan & lan wangji, no powers au, grief/mourning, aftermath of war, angst w/ happy ending, reunions, fluff & smut)

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12. I don't know if you still help finding fics about wanxian... but just in case, I would like to ask your help... I'm looking for a fic where wei wuxian and lan wangji are divorced, I think? and that lan wangji is a doctor and wei wuxian is like a secret agent or undercover agent with wein qing and wen ning. But then wei wuxian got shot at one of his undercover missions and as he was delirius and thought he was going to die anyway, he went to his ex husband's house and lan wangji, being a doctor fixes or provided first aid to wei wuxian. Turned out that lan wangji is still in love with him and they talk... it was not finished when I read it. But it was a good story full of angst... I hope you would bw able to help me find it.thank you in advance @etutb

FOUND? empty space beside me by scarletmoontears. I have a link but it doesn't work so I'm guessing the work was removed or locked. (I think it's removed, I logged in and clicked the link but still got the error message - Mod C)

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13. Hello! I've been pulling my hair out trying to find a wangxian fic. Unfortunately, I can't remember too much about it, but I believe it's a modern/university setting. The only scene I can remember is WWX going with LWJ to visit his uncle and brother. They live rather far and on a hill. LWJ doesn't visit often, and this visit is very tense between WWX and LQR. Something about past WWX doing to LWJ, or causing LWJ to get into trouble when they were younger. Anyway, LWJ then gets angry with his uncle about the treatment directed towards WWX. I also can't remember if baby a-yuan is in this fic and present during the visit, as sometimes fics blend together. I apologize if this isn't enough to go by, but I just randomly recalled this fic, and apparently, I did not bookmark it.

FOUND? ❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

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14. Hi. Im looking for a wangxian fic, where Wuxian had openly confessed to Wangji persistently until he dies in the seige. And then when he comes back in Mo Xuanyu's body, its wangji whose doing the confessing. Wuxian is sad sometimes, I think. @thatpantasticbitch

FOUND? When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX confesses early on, But canon still happens, LWJ starts confessing after, but the tables have turned, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ rejects WWX, Then gets rejected by WWX after, "Get Lost", Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

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15. For fic finder, there was one specific fic - it may have been part of a series? - and I believe it was likely on the longer end, and may have involved time travel? The part I’m looking for is that in either WQ or WY’s POV, it explicitly acknowledges that wq and wy coparented LSZ while in the BM. If it helps, I solely read canon dynamics! @lovelyiknow

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16. hello for fic finder im looking for a fic where jyl married wq's mom i think? it's also time travel iirc. ive tried finding it in my history but alas. id really appreciate the help, thank you!

FOUND! 死而无悔 (To Die Without Regret) series by liverbiver9 (T, 26k, JYL & WWX, JYL/OC, WN & WWX & WQ, WangXian, JYL & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, JYL-centric, POV JYL, Genderqueer WWX, Trans Male Character, Kid Fic, Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Found Family, WWX is a Wen technically, Demonic Cultivation, Falling In Love, Assassination Attempt(s), WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, teen wangxian feature in the epilogue!, No Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, Everybody Lives, except for WRH and his children, mentioned minor character death, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Trans WWX, Canonical Character Death, Time Travel Not A Fix-It, I make it kind of worse but kind of better?, YLLZ JYL, Demonic Cultivator JYL, Sect Leader JYL, Short & Sweet, Angst implied happy ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

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17. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wangxian is in a zombie or apocalyptic setting. Wwx gets bitted and lwj is desperate to find a cure of some kind in a hospital but in the lwj has to kill wwx of smth like that. Thanksss!

FOUND? 🔒 when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 176k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad!WWX, dad!lwj, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears!, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations)

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18. Hi, I forgot to bookmark this one but I remember that Wei wuxian lived but his soul was shattered like he was a lived but he wasn't acting like himself before and eventually he starts committing suicide and lan wangji was protecting him and caring for him until he successfully kill himself, lan wangji takes care of him for 13 years(it's and happy ending) @lanwuxian0725

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19. hi i was hoping u could find a fix for me i’m p sure it was like a dark!lz fic. i think he may have traveled back in time to protect wwx and stop his death. when he travels back he is in his own body as a child. and lan qiren is like freaked out by him bc lwj remembers how badly lan qiren treated wwx in the past so he’s like not rly trying to hard to seem normal or that he likes his family. but i think they take in wwx before jfm can and lan qiren in this environment rly likes wwx treats him rly well but bc lz freaks him out and is weirdly possessive of wwx lan qiren is like constantly scared for wwx and is like always keeping an eye on them. like kind of the opposite of canon he looks at lan zhen like he’s corrupting his favorite student (wwx). the whole fic lan zhan is like obsessed with wei ying in a way that is like scary to everyone else (except wwx). i don’t rly remember more then that. hopefully someone can help me out i keep thinking about this and can’t find it. i rly need to learn to bookmark things. pretty sure it was from lan zhans perspective but i could be wrong. thank u sm hope everyone’s having a good day today!! 💕

NOT FOUND A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ)

FOUND! 🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ, Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, a lot of people die, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, because of, Shameless LWJ, LQR Tries, to fit into the following tag, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it, Scheming NHS, POV NHS)

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20. hi i’m trying to find a fic i read once where wwx stays in all the different sects for like a season or something on behalf of his sect to prove he isn’t like a danger to the cultivation world. it may have been multiple chapters but he goes to all of them and helps in various ways. i believe it was after the war in his first life. back when everyone was scared of him. sorry if that’s not enough info i can’t remember anything else tbh thanks for ur help 🥺

FOUND? Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 42k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, NMJ & WWX, JZX & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, protective Jiang siblings, Unreliable Narrator, due to WWX assuming ppl hate him, JYL is gonna dropkick her baby bro into having friends)

FOUND? The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator) by groignequi (E, 51k, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, JC/NHS/WQ, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, jiang friendly, Not Everyone Dies, Really Most People Live (Except JGS), Chief Cultivator WWX, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, sort of (at a canon-typical wangxian level), Dom/sub Undertones, Protective Siblings, Nonbinary NHS, POV Multiple)

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[lutorao]

Lawlu and Pain

I don't think people really realizes how terrible luffy's childhood was , just because he was only smiling it doesn't mean it wasn't painful . Luffy was so afraid of being alone that at the age of 7 he was ready to die for Ace's and Sabo's sake

“Being lonely is more painful then getting hurt.”

I hate when someone says that luffy is silly , he isn't silly or something , because he is joyful and carefree doesn't makes him silly or naive , his battle IQ is really high right?

Most of the main characters of shonen anime have their own mentor, teacher, but not Luffy

He didn't know his own father, he didn't know what his grandfather was doing. Why was he a hero? He didn't know his mother, his only family was Sabo and Ace, and when he lost Ace, he thought Sabo was already dead.

Ace - who was one of the craziest and A restless child with a lot of issues

Sabo- who was from the "royal" family but escaped from his family, had problems with them, then this child risks his life for freedom and "dies" ( luffy and Ace believed that Sabo was dead )

in front of you is a boy who grew up with bandits, thieves and pirates, who never left his village, who needed freedom as much as air, and yes, he is very fond of Adventure. And he craves adventures, so I think , his often reckless actions are caused by this

What I noticed about Luffy is that he has an attachment to people, that's exactly what was with Ace and Zoro. because Zoro was the first person who became part of his crew and shared all his emotions (they have spacial place in my heart) But also he never calls anyone else his brother, he refers to everyone as a friend or crew member.

I don't know how but he has special instincts when it comes to choosing people he doesn't choose crew members because they are strong he chooses them because he saw how kind they were and also I think Luffy notices things in people that no one else would. I think that's why he chose Law, even though his whole crew was against, Luffy just told them that Law was a very good person and that's it.

Luffy loses his crew, learns about his own brother, goes to prison to free Ace, however, he is poisoned and loses 10 years of his life to save his own brother and goes to war where the chance of survival is almost zero. and Ace dies in his arms, and his body shuts down to protect him from the shock, and here we meet Law, I can't even put into words how huge and important things he did for Luffy .

(look at his smile I love him sm)

Rushing into the middle of a war and saving someone you barely know is not an easy thing, especially since we all know at what cost Luffy repays the debt.

law knows exactly how it feels to lose someone not only loose but someone sacrificed himself just for your life , as Cora did for law before, they didn't ask for it, but Ace and Cora sacrificed themselves for them, yes law lost his parents before and it was hurt but they were killed they didn't sacrifice themselves but Cora did , that's why this was way more hurt for him

And yes, Law knows very well how it feels when someone you respect, someone you adore dies in front of you, sacrificing himself to save your life.

And yes, he decided to save someone's life and take care of someone who might one day be his enemy, but the flame inside that person is going to turn the world upside down and he wants to be a part of it.

( Just thinking about how Law took care of Luffy for two weeks warms my heart, I want to see him treat luffy's wounds and take care of him )

sometimes I want them to talk about their pain and share it with each other

Luffy's psychological portrait changed radically, only 1.5 years of training with Rayleigh made him grow both personally and in strength and of course because Ace death , he became overprotective

After all this, I think that Luffy developed a phobia

This phobia of losing someone you love is called thanatophobia

the fear of losing someone you love is really deep inside luffy and yes inside law as well

And of course, when he meets Law again, two years later, at Punk Hazard, he is ready to do everything for him, in his emotions, voice, manner of speaking, actions, in his attitude towards Law, it can be felt in everything to show that now he is by his side, this time he saves him

As soon as they reached Dressrosa, laws plan was immediately thwarted and Doffy decided to kill him , And again that fear to lose someone who is your saviour "no not again "

"finally I found you, from now on I'll protect you"

Fear Again

we all know he didn't mean that , he was afraid someone could sacrificed himself for him AGAIN , that's why he left his crew aside and decided to do everything alone , but sweetie luffy is more stubborn than you could imagine :xDDD so stfu

then luffy carries him like a doll? yes

carries even his sword ? of course

is law against ? no

my fav moment is when Luffy was fighting on Dressrosa, Law was just waiting for him to come and Luffy would pick him up again and take him away.

(they are cutest)

and Yes this fear again

you can feel it in luffy's voice

and yes law did everything what he could but it wasn't enough to defeat doffy so he left everything to luffy , and yes. he was ready to die along with him because he didn't want to someone sacrificed himself because of him AGAIN so he prefers to die along with him than live without him

In the end, what I'm trying to say is that the loss of loved ones made these two people afraid that they might lose important people and those they love, in the case of Law , this is manifested in the fact that he does not want anyone to sacrifice himself for him and anything too much to do, Luffy's case adds to the sacrifice even if he doesn't prove to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves, both characters had the same type of story in that they lost someone they loved because that person gave up their own life to save them.

(stfu law u can't )

[trickstarbrave]

People being wrong about Princess Mononoke is gonna be the death of me I swear

Ashitaka did NOT go on the journey to cure his curse. “Well then what’s the point if he was going to die anyways? Then the story is meaningless!” No it’s not. Princess Mononoke is a story about war, imperialism, and colonization.

Ashitaka is told he can’t cure the curse. It will slowly kill him. The poison from a conflict that has NOTHING to do with him will be the death of him. He is the last prince of their people and he doomed to die. He can sit here and die quietly, or he can lead to seek answers and resolve the conflict that caused it so no one else has to suffer like he did.

Both sides are morally grey. Lady Eboshi is not evil. She took in people others left to die: lepers, beggars, prostitutes. She wanted to build them a life they had agency in and could be proud of. A place they could call home, fall in love, have children in. She wanted to give them the ability to defend themselves. And in the end she made tools of war that poison those around her.

The forest gods can be finicky and cruel. The ape tribe are ready to rip humans apart and eat them in violence. They will kill and maim civilians for the crime of being on the same side. Their territorial battles get people killed. And they also will take in humans as their own and raise them and love them. They try to have balance.

Even the god of the forest, beautiful giver of life and guardian, is at night the thing of nightmares. A being that can curse those who look at it and roams the forest. He takes life away, sometimes in ways that seem too soon. He refuses to curse Ashitaka when he probably could. When his head is cut off in a rage he destroys the whole forest, poisoning it and killing all the animals and spirits within it.

Each figure thinks themselves justified. Are you going to condemn a widow mourning her husband who was ripped apart by wolves when his only job is to carry rice? Who never even shot a gun? Are you going to condemn the wolves protecting their home and the trees humans are uprooting for iron, weapons that are unnatural and rot away in their bodies? Condemn Nago who was driven mad by hatred and war till he couldn’t think straight and ended up trying to kill people who had literally nothing to do with the conflict?

It’s a cycle of violence. In the end more bloodshed won’t undo the tragedies. Won’t end the conflict. They will fight until they’re dead and the whole forest is destroyed along with iron town in total annihilation. Ashitaka cannot undo his curse caused by the conflict by killing them, or asking a higher power to undo it. He knows this.

In the end the curse was undone, but that wasn’t what he expected, and it still left a scar. Iron town and the forest were destroyed. But more people lived. The forest can grow anew. Eboshi resolves to build a new town that doesn’t need iron and smelters so they can live in peace and also be left alone by the emperor (hopefully). Both sides still don’t like each other and can’t forgive the other, but they’re also both victims of imperialism and colonialism like ashitaka’s people were.

The story has meaning. Sorry it isn’t a traditional quest where the hero uses violence or magic to undo all the wounds of the past. That’s not how real life works. We can dismantle institutions, but we cannot undo all the harm. More bloodshed or a higher power won’t resolve it.

[katerinaaqu]

Guard Dog (a Patroclus and his dogs one-shot)

The Phrygian was really nervous. He could almost hear his heart beating up against the skin of his throat. His breath was coming out in hisses even if he was trying his best not to forget his training as a tracker and a spy for his people. It wasn't that he was a first-timer. He had been through some dangerous missions before and one required more skill than the other; he had once tracked the path of a deer outside a bear's den until the animal was captured by his fellow hunters. He was sent to spy close to an opposing tribe before and he had managed to come back with useful information that allowed his clan to come on top in that battle. He had contributed to that war even; collecting information on the enemy and he was undetected by everyone. However he was definitely scared out of his wits that night because that night's mission topped them all...by far!

He was supposed to sneak on the Strongest of all the Greeks...

Achilles the son of Peleus himself!

The Phrygian had heard many rumors on that man and all more terrible than the other. They said he had the strength of twenty men like Heracles himself. They said that he was faster than God Hermes himself while others said that the Argophontes had even given him his Winged sandals to fly faster. Fast in Feet they called him and strong like Apollo and with the same youth and glory. He heard rumors that he could kill you just by locking eyes with you...he even heard he was invulnerable by any kind of weapon; no one ever managed to wound him. The young Phrygian was considering himself intelligent enough not to pay attention to all those rumors but if just one of them were true then his life was hanging by a very thin and not to mention very fragile thread. Either way he had taken his precautions.

The assassination should be fast and precise.

He even forgot the idea of a knife for obvious reasons. Even if the rumors of his vulnerability held no truth whatsoever, he knew that he had no way of slitting the throat of a man who managed to singlehandedly bring an army to its knees. The game was dangerous. So he had prepared himself the poison he knew well. One drop in the wine by his side, the one he knew he kept, would do the job. He was sure that Achilles was not immortal. That much he knew. He also heard the rumor; that he was destined to die young. Perhaps fate had come to its toll that night. He spotted the dark figure of the tent the prince of Myrmindons was sleeping in. His steps became more careful; even more soundless. He had to be careful now. He knew the demigod was heavily guarded and that the guards would slash him in half without asking questions. But he knew. He knew a secret path behind the tent. He would take that. He would sneak in, pour the poison and run. No more stalling and no unpredictable moves!

He made a turn around avoiding the gaze of a guard skillfully and hid in the shadow of the tent. He estimated the slave with the duty to sleep by the ruler to protect him, wouldn't be much of a problem to him to be silenced but he hoped things wouldn't get rough. He had to make sure nothing would disturb the sleep of the son of Peleus before he had made his move. He hesitated for one second. What if he awoke? What if he wasn't sleeping yet and the calm breathing from the tent was a decoy? What if he was detected? He drew a breath and calmed himself. No more thoughts. He had to empty his mind. He had to do it. But once he was about to barge in as quietly as possible he heard something that drew five years out of his body. It was a human voice.

"If I were you, I would think twice before I did that!"

The soft and yet threatening tenor voice made him look at the shadows to detect the tall and lean figure. The man had long curly hair and arms that looked like good stretched leather. His back could belong to the best type of athlete and his bare legs showed a man that could run a marathon in the wilderness without problem. He was dressed with a simple cloth around his waist, showing he had just risen from sleep. The Phrygian spy gulped soundly realizing that this scenario he didn't think; the scenario that it would be no slave by the side of the son of Peleus!

"I am sure you thought you would achieve something tonight" Patroclus continued in his calm and yet deeply threatening voice, "but I assure you your efforts would be in vain! Even if you did manage to get past me there is no way that you would win against him no matter what ploy and scheme you have in your barbarian brain but I promise you by Hera that you won't achieve it!"

The man took a step back drawing his dagger. The man they called "divine" didn't look so divine at all and yet somehow he knew he was a forced to be reckoned with. Patroclus followed the move and his brown eyes shone like a jackal in the night.

"I wouldn't want to disturb my lord's sleep so I would strongly advise you not to come at me with threatening force"

The Phrygian stopped again. How could he run away now? How could he go back a coward and a failure? How could he explain to his clan that he backed away not by the threat itself but by his companion? He clenched upon his dagger; move not passing undetected by the son of Menoetius.

"I tried to warn you but you leave me no choice!"

He left a tiny and discreet whistle with his slightly decorated with the beginning of a beard lips. The Phrygian felt all his blood being pumped up with several miles per second as he heard the unworldly growl from the shadows. Several pairs of eyes glistered like coals within the night and soon enough the silhouettes dressed in fur emerged. Hounds. Hounds of all shapes and sizes capable of tearing grown boars to shreds with their teeth; teeth that were now bared and glistering with saliva, emerged beneath the drawn lips and the wrinkled noses. They all circled their master, plastering their eyes on him.

"I know you have your reasons, I'm sure" Patroclus whispered

He caressed the head of one of his dogs as it's pointy ears didn't even flinch and the threatening posture of the huge hound didn't change.

"I know you fear him and for a good reason but he is my cousin, my king, my brother, my lord and my soul! You shall not lay a finger on him while I am here and breathing!"

The spy gulped. He realized then that Patroclus was a pure mirror of his dogs; he barely made a sound; he was truly past the point of empty threats. He had crossed the line! He thought that Achilles was something to fear but now seeing that warrior standing like a guard dog and a head of a pack before the tent he realized a bit too late how wrong he was!

"You shall pay for your thoughts to harm him with your life!" Patroclus almost growled

His eyes looked at him; staring just like his Hounds that shivered from top to bottom in anticipation for the orders. They wanted to hunt and he was the prey!

"However..." his heart flattered with hope with that word, "if the gods are merciful they shall give you a chance to escape..."

Then those fierce eyes stuck within his. The Phrygian felt his previously racing heart stop.

"...IF you can run faster that is!"

"G-Gods...!" Was the first and last word the Phrygian uttered that nigt

Patroclus leaned forward caressing two of his loyal dogs.

"Get him!" He softly commanded

And without making a single sound, nine dogs pounced. The Phrygian could only shriek in terror as he broke into a run within the Achaean camp with the dogs coming behind him. Soon lights emerged as soldiers kings and slaves emerged to see what was going on as the shrieks of terror turned into screams of pain. Patroclus stood there looking at that direction before calmly entering the tent.

Upon the mattress he perceived the lean blonde figure and he smiled. All his previous anger and fury was gone; turned into tenderness. He slowly approached the shifting figure. Achilles hummed and stretched his bare body under the covers; every muscle tight against his pale skin. He was glistering like gold under the new light of the torches outside. His face thin and hairless like a woman's and a body strong and athletic like a man. Patroclus would agree with some of the rumors that reach even his eaes; he really DID look like Apollo this way.

"Hmm..." Achilles hummed, "what is it?"

"Nothing, my dear" Patroclus whispered, "go back to sleep."

"I hear voices outside..."

"My dogs just discovered a rat" the son of Menoetius replied once more, "they rose quite a commotion"

"Hmm...I see..."

Achilles stretched some more as Patroclus fixed the covers better around him. He smiled. Yes, he would protect that man from every cowardly attack they would send against him! He deserved better than having his destiny fulfilled in such a way! He would keep him alive for as long as possible! And if his life was the price of that so be it!

"Come to bed with me, darling..." Achilles whispered as he caressed his chest with his stretched arm, "I'm cold and I need you to help me..."

Patroclus snorted.

"Sheesh!" He whispered just like when they were kids, "you are incorrigible! You always act like a child!"

And yet he obeyed. He couldn't and didn't want to say no. He slowly tucked himself under the covers and allowed Achilles to rest his blonde head on his chest; his lean and muscular arms around him. He felt the man who was his other half nuzzle against the light layer of hair on his chest. He caressed that blonde head with his hand.

"Yes...rest well..." he whispered, "I am here...nothing will disturb you while I am here..."

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Sooooo a little random thing I made. Given how I had made a post in the past about Patroclus's dogs here I thought I should write something on them!

I also wanted to show a more powerful and maybe vicious side of Patroclus given how we do not see it much and I cannot write a full battle scene without my computer dammit! But I hope you like thus, given how I wrote it in a few minutes in one go so forgive me if it is too simple or messy. Plus is past midnight hehehe sorry if this is so-so.

As always I remember some conversations with @deadbaguette about Achilles and Patroclus and their relationship as well as @ellilyre and @hermesmoly and of course @smokey07

As always wanna thank my dear friend @artsofmetamoor keep going with the amazing art girl!

My Patroclus design:

My other fic mentioning Patroclus:

[thehollowwriter]

10 Cookie Cutter Shark Facts

They are named after the cookie-shaped wounds that they leave on the bodies of larger animals

Cookiecutter sharks attach themselves to their prey with their sucking lips and sharp pointy upper teeth. Once attached, the small shark spins its body, removing a cookie-shaped plug from the flesh of its prey with its larger serrated bottom teeth.

Cookie cutter sharks are parasites as they feed off their hosts without killing them

Cookiecutter sharks feed closer to the surface at night and in deeper water during the day, so they are almost always in the dark.

Cookie cutter sharks never grow bigger than 18-20 inches (~50 cm)

Relative to the size of its body, Cookiecutter sharks have the largest teeth of all sharks.

Like all sharks, cookiecutter sharks lose several sets of teeth throughout their lifetimes. This process ensures that they always have sharp, healthy teeth capable of feeding by their preferred strategy. Unlike other species, though, cookiecutter sharks apparently purposely swallow the teeth that they lose for the calcium that can be gained by doing so

Cookie cutter sharks are covered with light organs, likely used for either communication or camouflage

The belly of a cookie cutter shark glows, working with the band around its neck to make it appear as a small group of fish from below to attract predators

There are two known types of cookie cutter shark: the small tooth and large tooth cookie cutter sharks

Bonus fact: Cookie cutter sharks caused major problems for a US nuclear submarine fleet during the Cold War by damaging sensitive parts like electrical cables, mistaking it for prey (or maybe they were just mad lol)

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[themanirealityshifter]

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• [ Pronouns: He/It/Xe/They ] • • [ Gender Identity: Genderfluid Genderflux Enby TransGuy ] • • [ Romantic Orientation: Aromantic ] • • [ Sexual Orientation: Myrsexual (Neurosexual, Nebulasexual, and Merosexual) ] • • [ Other Orientation(s): Ambiamorous; Homoalterous; Omniqueerplatonic; Panexteramo; Pansensual; Panaesthetic ] •

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• [ Parent(s): None ] • • [ Sibling(s): None ] • • [ Other Family Member(s): None ] • • [ Partner(s): Darcy ] • • [ Best Friend(s): None ] • • [ Friend(s): Everyone ] •

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• [ Description: Human-sized fairy; 7’0”; Dark brown horns that curve downwards; Huge wings that look like luna moth wings; Pale fair skin; Clear skin; Oval face; Lean, masculine/muscular body; Brown eyes; Round spectacles; Pointed ears; Top and bottom surgery scars ] • • [ Style: Shirts and trousers made of silks spun by Fire Spiders and leaves woven by beavers; Silver, casual armor pieces made by Centaurs; Necklaces, earrings, and rings made of stars and the finest jewels, gifted to me by the Centaurs and Dwarves; A necklace of a half moon ] • • [ Personality: Same as in my CR ] • • [ Abilities (natural and learned): Elemental Manipulation; Potion-making; Antidote-making ] •

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• [ Personal Items: Several Potions for wounds, stomachaches, headaches, and other illnesses; A small painting of Darcy ] • • [ Extra: Hate does not exist; War does not exist; Humans do not exist; Everything is 100% peaceful and harmonious; There are no enemies; Every magical being is immortal; I am immortal; No one dies; There is nothing to give anybody, myself included, any type of emotional, verbal, physical, or psychological trauma; Darcy and I both are expert climbers and know how to make medicinal potions; Darcy and I both speak every language and can communicate with animals; There is no such thing as transphobia, homophobia, acephobia, arophobia, queerphobia, sexism, racism, etc.; Darcy and I both cannot and do not grow bored of being in the forest, although we can become bored; Darcy and I both know how to weave baskets, bracelets, and necklace cords; Darcy and mine’s wings glow in the dark; Darcy and I can’t get bug bites, poison ivy, poison oak, etc.; It never gets too hot, but every plant, flower, tree, etc. that needs hot weather in CR can survive and thrive without that heat in this DR; Nothing dies or goes away and can thrive and strive when winter comes; All wildlife are friendly to Darcy and I ] •

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• [ Our Place (Mine’s and Darcy’s) ] •

Darcy and I live in a gigantic tree. It’s not by the ground, but a little more than half way up. There is one bed, a side table, a couch, a “kitchen”, and an art area. The furniture is made from sturdy branches and vines, and moss and leaves as cushioning. Nothing rots. Darcy hung up tons of strings of dried glowing mushrooms, so there’s always light in there. There’s also tons of glass jars of immortal fireflies, too, so that adds light. Plus, we also have a few giant luminous mushrooms growing in there, either from the walls or in pots. We have several plants in pots all over, most of them sitting on the sturdy mushroom caps growing from the walls. It’s covered in moss and ferns, and we have to trim it often. The art area is a small corner that is splattered with paint and pollen. The paint is made from ground leaves, petals, and roots. Darcy mostly makes the paint since it’s his expertise. We have lots of shelves that we nailed into the walls using some handmade nails made by the Dwarves. We keep dried foods, canned foods (in jars), and our knickknacks on them, as well as the natural luminous mushrooms that grow out of the walls everywhere. 

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• [ Magical Beings That Live In The Forest ] •

• [ Wood Nymphs: ancient, beautiful and youthful tree women, who keep the forest flourishing and who like to dance with the Fauns ] •

• [ Fauns: half human, half goat people, who enjoy playing musical instruments such as flutes and harps, and dancing around bonfires at night, and collecting honey and berries ] •

• [ Centaurs: half human, half horse beings who are incredibly intelligent and are master astronomers ] •

• [ Dwarves: short fat people, who always have beards, and are very good with gems and mining ] •

• [ Fairies: small to human-sized horned and winged beings who are known to be mischievous and are expert climbers and potion masters ] •

• [ Giants: gigantic people who live in caves or under particularly large trees and by very large pools of water, they are incredibly good at fishing and are very friendly ] •

• [ Orphinki (an original creature made by me!!!): small beautiful dragon-like creatures who are usually wise and live in hammocks in most trees ] •

• [ Dragons: giant lizard-like creatures with wings and venomous spit, they are gorgeous and shiny and sweet and nice and are known to be lovable and gentle to all ] •

• [ Water Nymphs: ancient, beautiful elegant water women who love to dance with the water fairies and spirits ] •

• [ The Four Spirits: water, fire, earth, and wind are the four spirits, and they’re friendly little curious things that are everywhere and nowhere at the same time, sometimes they transform into a specific form, but most times they are simply there in the water or in the fire or in the ground or in the wind ] •

• [ Griffins: half bird, half lion beings that love swooping around under the trees and herding flocks of birds ] •

• [ Mermaids: half human, half fish people who live in the many pools in the forest, they sing beautifully and love to braid water nymphs’ hair ] •

• [ Wisps: glowing beings that mimic the forms of others, they’re friendly and curious little creatures that are as ancient as the Earth and know far more many things than you may realize, usually they take the form of stags or rabbits, but when they are interacting with someone specifically, they’ll usually mimic them ] •

• [ Pixies: tiny, mischievous fairy-like beings, who are all purple, indigo, and dark blue, they are known to play pranks and gang up with dwarves and fauns for a game of fun ] •

• [ Elves: tall, elegant and beautiful human-like immortal people, with long curving horns coming from their heads and pointed ears, they usually wear either silks and jewels, or leaves, moss, and acorn jewelry ] •

• [ Flying Horses: large, beautiful horses with huge feather wings, come in all colors, and are known to be very friendly, they love flying in between trees and searching for a nice clearing to lay and roll in, Elves usually are seen riding or befriending them ] •

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• [ Some Wildlife ] •

White-tail deer

Reindeer

Butterflies

Dragon-flies

Beetles 

Tigers

Lions

Bears

Honey Bees

Bumble-bees 

Rabbits

Hedgehogs

Birds 

Trout

Bass

Moths

Foxes 

Snakes

Worms

Isopods

Horses

Raccoons

Monkeys

Leopards

Owls

Mice

Rats

Frogs

Snails

Insects of all kinds 

Tortoises

Turtles 

+ tons more

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• [ General Description of The Forest ] •

• [ An endless forest, full of magical beings, underground caves, clear water pools, huge to tiny trees, and animals of all kinds, all living in peace together, totally harmonious. ] •

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• [ Me in this DR (Picrew Form) ] •

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[filledmouth]

weight of a dead world

[dearinglovebot]

there's a common criticism of the jurassic world movies that goes like "trying to weaponize raptors is such a stupid idea. the military would never do that". but my main criticism of that particular plot, from a third worldist perspective, would actually be that it doesn't go far enough.

"it's a crazy idea to even suggest--" in the 1950s CIA operatives attempted psychological warfare on a filipino village by spreading rumors that aswang (vampire-esc creatures) were hunting down rebels. they'd kidnap rebels, create dual puncture wounds in the neck, drain the body of blood, and leave the body for the community to find. they've done crazier.

"it's a stupid idea--" so were most of the ways they plotted (or failed) to assassinate fidel castro. exploding shellfish he'd pick up while scuba diving, tuberculosis-causing-fungi in a scuba mask, exploding cigar, ballpoint pen with secret syringe full of poison, just exploding places, etc. like the vast majority of declassified programs would make you look crazy if you told someone about them, despite the evidence of them existing. in the 1960s they put a tiny microphone + radio transmitter in a cat and tried to use it to spy on the soviets. it was called "acoustic kitty".

"animals just aren't efficient--" drug sniffing dogs can have inaccuracy ranges from 1/3-½ of the time. studies have determined that they can pick up on their trainer's racism and target minorities without any illicit substances because the trainer suspects them to have them. there's also a long history of trying to use intelligent animals as spies (crows, ravens, dolphins, pigeons, dogs, etc). most of these aren't actually more efficient than drones in the end, but they still try it just to see if it would work.

"raptors wouldn't be effective against enemy tanks--" most of the people these raptors would be deployed against wouldn't actually have tanks. they'd be guerrilla fighters who rely on hit and run tactics. or if they do have tanks, they'd be relatively old ones from the soviet era without the same modern capabilities. the USA does not wage war (or, proxy war in most cases) with actual military nations. the better question would be how bullet resistant are their scales which has a scene answering it in the first movie (you'll be dead before you manage a hit).

"but raptors are wild animals that might hurt the troops--" the army gave their own troops cancer and denies many healthcare for it to this day. bases would have these things called "burn pits" where you burn all your trash including ones that produce toxic gas like plastic and electronics. toxic gas, as the name implies, can give you anything from asthma to cancer. yes, they knew it did that. yes, they still use them.

the question of "if" training raptors for war is a good idea or smart idea falls flat when we consider that based on historical context, neither of these things are necessarily required for military projects. if someone can think of it, they will try it. the better question to ask is "would the military believe they have something to gain from it?" because that is the only truly relevant one in this situation.

the answer is "yes". it would be a niche that has not been explored. whether or not the raptors specifically work in war would be irrelevant because part of military operation on animals is understanding if an animal is capable of collaboration. take acoustic cat: the mission was ultimately abandoned, but was considered a "win" because they realized the limitations of cats as tools of war. they were deemed incapable of long-term espionage ability due to trainability, but were not completely ruled out for future short term espionage ability, were a niche to arise.

when we apply all of this understanding to the world movies, we get a firmer grasp on why the semantics don't particularly matter as much as the intended message: "just because we can do things doesn't mean we should". which is in line with the themes of jurassic park as a film.

[whisperingwisterias]

Barefoot Gen and the Suffering of War

While many of the anime shows and films we have watched have depicted brutality, struggling societies, pain, and death, none have done so quite to the extent that Barefoot Gen has. Barefoot Gen does not shy away from showing us the harsh realities of war and really reminds us how much everyone is affected by government decisions.

To start off with, Barefoot Gen is pretty clear in its criticism of the Japanese government and how it has handled and continues to handle the war. The people of Japan are obviously starving: getting the bare minimum of rations to live off of, fighting over food, and hoarding what they do have even when people worse off than them are suffering. It’s also especially hard for families like Gen’s, who have to prioritize who to feed, like Gen’s pregnant mother. Gen makes a comment asking why the war is still going on if Japan’s surrender is inevitable and close, and his father doesn’t hesitate to criticize those in power who are ignoring the plights of the people to continue fighting. Gen’s mother asks the same question later in the movie when she hears the news that Japan has finally surrendered—why now? Why did it take the deaths and irrevocable suffering of thousands of people for them to stop? Why couldn’t they have given up before things came to this? Why did it take not one but two devastating bombings for them to finally give in?

The anime is also very graphic in how much people suffered because of the government’s decision to keep fighting. During the actual dropping of the bomb, the film goes through a montage of people melting from the explosion. Children, families, mothers with children, people at home, people at school, people in public transport; people just out trying to live their lives as best as they could are senselessly subjected to an excruciating death. The film also shows that there were people who still lived after being disfigured by the bomb, walking around with their skin half melted off of their bones. And even after all that death the damage didn’t stop there; the chemicals from the bomb poisoned the rain and their insides, leaving people unable to drink water, sick, and dying even after the initial blast. There were so many sick and wounded that the makeshift hospitals couldn’t provide medical care to everyone and only helped people who seemed like they had a chance of making it. Gen also comments on the fact that there are so many dead bodies that those cleaning them up just treat them like bags of trash, like they had never lived once at all. And even of the survivors of the bomb, those who were most injured by it often lived in rot and were begrudgingly taken care of by their relatives, often seen as a blight upon society.

And yet, with all of this pain and destruction, Barefoot Gen showed us how people still found a way to keep living and continue finding joy. Although Gen and Ryuta originally helped Seiji for money, through their help they gave him a new purpose in life, helping him realize that his life isn’t over just because his injuries make it harder for him to do certain things, and reminding his family that his injuries don’t make him a lost cause. Gen and his mother also are able to find family again, first in Tomoko, who brightened up their lives even for the short time that she was in it, and in Ryuta, who was so similar to the brother that gen had lost. At the end of the film, Gen and Ryuta also find wheat sprouting again, even after others had been speculating that it would take decades for that to happen. Although life is still hard and tragedies still happen, happiness can still be found, and destruction can be rebuilt again.

[soylent-crocodile]

Rager (Monster)

(Phyrexian Rager by Stephan Martiniere)

(The Phyrexian Rager is definitely an iconic phyrexian creature; first printed in Apocalypse, the finale of Old Phyrexia and of Magic's first long-form story arc, it has received a new printing and new art for the two times Phyrexia has got a facelift; Scars of Mirrodin block and the recent Phyrexian Invasion arc. I felt almost obligated to make statblocks for these. The three different art pieces it has have kept a relatively consistent design, which is great for me because I have multiple iterations of the same idea to draw from.)

CR7 NE Medium Aberration (Phyrexian)

Ragers are the shock troops of Phyrexia, serving on vanguard missions and in the front line of war. That is not to say they’re weak; indeed, a single rager is enough to hold off an average squadron of human soldiers and keep moving. Ragers have a habit of collecting body parts of their enemies- heads, limbs, organs- and returning them to their masters to be used in the creation of new beings for the glory of Phyrexia- most likely, more ragers.

Although a rager is built from a half dozen humanoid corpses, the core- its chest and face- is typically from a single creature, of whom it retains the appearance and a twisted echo of their personality. Ragers typically have around ten limbs- four legs, four clawed arms for damage, and two softer arms for manipulation- but this configuration is not a hard rule, and different combinations occur. Of these, however, almost all consistently make four claw attacks.

The most terrifying thing about this creature isn't its four arms and four legs, each tipped with claws, or the blend of mechanical and biological, but the human head and torso embedded in its own chest, staring right at you.

Misc- CR7 NE Medium Aberration (Phyrexian) HD10 Init:+7 Senses: Perception:+16 Lifesense 60ft   Stats-Str:20(+5) Dex:16(+3) Con:17(+3) Int:11(+0) Wis:16(+3) Cha:17(+3) BAB:+7/+2 Space:5ft Reach:5ft Defense- HP:75(10d8+30) AC:20(+3 Dexterity, +7 Natural) Fort:+8 Ref:+6 Will:+10 CMD:28 (+4 bonus vs trip) Resist: Cold 10, Fire 10, Electricity 10 Immunity: Fear, Acid, Curse, Disease, Poison Special Defenses: Fast Healing 5, Uncanny Dodge, Negative Energy Affinity, Mycosynth Flesh Offense-4 Claw +12(1d6+5 plus Grievous Rend) CMB:+12 Speed:40ft Special Attacks: Rend (2 claws, 1d6+5) Feats- Defensive Combat Training, Great Fortitude, Improved Initiative, Power Attack (-2/+4), Vital Strike Skills- Climb +13, Intimidate +11, Knowledge (local) +8, Perception +16, Stealth +12, Swim +13 Spell-like Abilities-  Fear (DC17), Lesser Animate Dead, Shadow Ball (DC17) 3/day Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Necril Organization- Solitary, Pack (3-5) Treasure- Half Special Abilities- Grievous Rend (Ex)- A creature hit by two or more of a rager’s claw attacks in a single round must make a DC13 Fortitude save or be nauseated for 1 round by the brutal wounds inflicted. If it was a critical hit, they instead are nauseated for 1d6 rounds. This save is constitution-based. Mycosynth Flesh (Ex)- A phyrexian’s anatomy is both flesh and metal, typically arranged in the most disturbing way possible. As such, it may be targeted or affected by a spell as either an aberration or as a construct, whichever produces a greater effect.

[marblecarved]

your muse’s aesthetics.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour: red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements: fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body: claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry: fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

material: bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature: grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals: lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks: sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies: music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style: lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc. balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[imaginarianisms]

cont. from here. || @velcryons

How she hadn't succumbed to hypothermia was beyond him. They cannot stay here much longer. Even so, once she left these waters, she was going to let the rage eat her insides, and he will bring her back. She's of the salt and sea over the open wound. They pour their own dark poisons down each other's throats so they swallow it whole. Spit it out. The process repeats over the years when the grief was too much to bear. Make the best of an antidote with the current circumstances they now shared as one. And, for a wonder, Vaenna's mesmerizing with her silver-gold hair and her purple eyes in the silver rays of the moon, even when she's crying, even when she's angry. Even when she's beating his chest and sobbing her heart out until her body trembled in grief lashing out the only way she can, the only way she knows how to, here with him. This is the first time she's done something like this, though. He feels no physical pain, his body doesn't even move from her blows, but the way she's wading through the water as the sea splashes against her and the shore as if the waves move with her, the pure and utter venom she speaks at all those who hurt her... Aemond saw himself.

Striking a prince, however, was treason, no matter how much those bastard boys tried to claim otherwise, but Aemond always forgives Vaenna so he gently moves her a few ways aside outside of the direct view of the Red Keep so he can spare her the potential scrutiny of any onlookers as they wade in the water together, undusous. He takes all her halfhearted strikes like a man with the occasional blocks of his wrists. The Blacks were lucky that Vaenna never dared to claim a dragon of her own. They should be grateful he didn't mount Vhagar and have her burn and devour Daemon.

❝Nyke gōntan daor tepagon se udrāzma. Iksan daor se Dārys. Ao gīmigon bisa, Vaenna. Kessa ao brōzagon Helaena se zirȳla riñar se dyni se dȳñes, tolī, mm?❞ His voice is low, quiet and slightly raised but no less authoritative in power; he knew Vaenna was grieving but Aemond refused to have Helaena and her children blamed for that, even if he knew that she didn't truly mean what she was saying. I did not give the command. I am not the King. You know this, Vaenna. Will you call Helaena and her children beasts and animals too, mm?

Vaemond Velaryon kept pushing when Princess Jocealyn, Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena, still lived as potential heirs to Driftmark. He would've rather that than have a bastard second son inherit that damned castle. It would've been one thing if the girls had died, but this was another matter entirely. No matter what Aemond did or didn't do, that was Vaemond's fate and he'd done all he could to get both Helaena and Vaenna to avoid seeing his brutal execution to no avail. Lady Naerenna Celtigar, now a widow, would be utterly devastated, and her sons would want war with the King.

Aemond watches as her body contorts as she sobs. He must make her understand. Give her a new sense of purpose so she doesn't walk into the sea to her own demise. ❝Va aōha dekossa, Vaenna. Ao sagon daor gaomagon vasīr.❞ He commands her quietly. On your feet, Vaenna. You're not done yet. He refuses to see her drown in her grief, never to return. He places a hand on her shoulder in support. Gloved hands cup her cheeks as he leans in, his face so dangerously close to hers.

❝Lo ao nārhēdegon, emā aōha drīve syt māzis se syt issare kesīr. Īlē jittan kesīr hae iā Voktīkudo hen Tolmīhy.❞ If you forget, you have your reason for coming and for being here. You were sent here as a Septa of the Stranger. His voice darkens then, tone venomous and full of hatred. ❝Ēdā iā kepa ēva bona ilībio hen Zaldrīzesdōron jittan zirȳla valzȳrys naejot gūrogon zȳhon bartos se kisikās zirȳla naejot zirȳla zaldrīzes Syrax, se Dārys unektogon aōha valonqroti ēngossa syt issare drīvome.❞ You had a father until that whore of Dragonstone sent her husband to take his head and fed him to her dragon, Syrax, and the King cut out your cousins' tongues for being honest. His teeth grit, his one eye never once blinking. ❝Pendagon hen aōha ossēnisi se amīvindissi lentor. Hen Vaemond. Hen Rhogar, hen Malentine, hen Daelon, hen Jacaeron, se Caspar. Rūnagon pōja brōzāt. Gaomagon jāre naejot. Sesīr lo ao morghūljagon, sesīr tolī ao morghūljagon. Glaesagon.❞ Think of your murdered and tortured family. Of Vaemond. Of Rhogar, of Malentine, of Daelon, of Jacaeron, and Caspar. Remember their names. Keep moving forward. Even if you die, even after you die. Live.

His voice is eerily calm, barely able to contain his anger as he lets his words sink in, before he takes the leap of faith, and like the whirlpool she drags him in, kisses her like a dying man at sea looking at the sky for the last time, vicious and all consuming. Her lips taste like blueberries and sea salt, his lips languid and gentle devouring hers.

❝Nyke unyishishk emagon ossēntan zirȳla skoriot ziry iōrtan. Nyke unyishishk unektogon zȳhon prūmia hen zȳhon mēny.❞ He rasps lowly once he pulls away just enough for him to murmur his words against her soft lips, voice thick with the grief he feels for her and the rage that eats him alive for her sake. I would have killed him where he stood. I would have cut his heart out of his body. Aemond never forgot the kindness her father showed him that night at Driftmark. And for a moment, they breathe together as one, infected with the same disease.

[malaisequotes]

“I look for the proper economic term for a body as a sinkhole as a war wound as a poisoned animal as the saddest, most cut-open thing to ever exist.”

Woman Sitting at the Machine by Anne Boyer