#blazing dragons revolution

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@blazingdragonsrevolution

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This is a little preview of my new series and yes, bunnies, this is a whole series from me. I hope everyone is ready for an erotic dystopia?

Decadent dystopian erotica with majestic dragons - second teaser for today

Glass House Ateez x reader

Everything changed in an instant. 

The king was dead, and thousands of dragons took to the burning skies. The old world was over, and a 'new age' was in the making—an age of gods and monsters. 

A thousand years ago, the fires of revolution blazed across the face of the world. Dragons—the creatures of ancient legends and children's fairy tales—reduced the once prosperous world to ashes in a matter of minutes. Rivers of black blood coursed through the veins of the streets, flooding the cities and lands in their wake. The sky was a blaze of purple flames and electric shocks. The church was reduced to rubble, and the royal family was executed in a public display. In the eyes of the dead, the unspoken horror in front of these majestic creatures remained forever, and in the sparks of the flames, they shimmered like precious sea stones. 

There was a bitter smell of burning flesh and ash in the air. It was the smell of dreams on fire—the smell of a future in decay. 

It was the beginning of the end of ancient life. The beginning of a new world. The Age of Immortality has begun. 

All the legends turned out to be true; dragons did exist. They had always lived close to us, lurking in the velvety darkness of the night, waiting for the hour. Waiting for the hour to come when the power would be in their hands. Dangerous, unbridled, wild creatures of magic and the elements, predators at the top of the food chain. They had come into the world to rule, not to obey, and now, at long last, their time had come. 

The world was at anarchy. Dragons were killing, raping, and enslaving races and lands as if it were an amusing child's game. They drank blood as black as the night from golden bowls, and they ate our succulent flesh as our bones cracked under the pressure of their razor-sharp teeth. They would hold orgies in the midst of the torn corpses and revel in their omnipotence. Those were the days of darkness. A time of terror, when the very word danger was a synonym for life itself. And so it went for several years, until the ultimate power fell into the clutches of the deadly Children of the Night, the oldest of all dragons. 

The majestic Hala. 

Eternal as the moon itself and deadly as the uncharted depths of the ocean, they inspired burning terror in all who encountered them. To their people, they were nothing more than a myth, a legend written on fragments of tablets. Forefathers, ancestors—they had hundreds of names, but each one inspired more fear than the last. They were predators among predators, bristling with animal dominance and primal, unbridled sexuality. They exuded power and sinfulness. They were the ones who defined the rules and set the boundaries of what was permissible. 

With the arrival of Hala, a new phase in the history of the world began. 

Humanity was enslaved, and dragons became the dominant species. As the years went by, the human population began to decline rapidly, with fewer and fewer humans, until "our" species reached the status of gatherers. Angelicus Nova, or Angel Stars, was what we came to be called. Human existence took on a strange religious orientation; we were worshipped, idolized, and adored, but despite all this, humans remained nothing more than a rare exchangeable currency, nothing more than an expensive trinket that was prestigious to own and could be broken with a flick of the wrist. 

The human being also became one of the ways in which money flowed endlessly. These institutions were known as "glass houses." Gateway to heaven. They would be the equivalent of strip clubs or luxury escort houses if you and I were in the old world. The rules were the same: "Look, but don't touch." Girls and boys were expensive pieces of family jewelry that rested under the glass of fancy display cases. Our masters showed us off to the greedy eyes of the world with all the pride and ostentation that dragons have. 

In spite of their possessive, animalistic nature, dragons were nothing more than swaggering bastards with inflated egos and delusions of grandeur.

Humans could be anything as long as dragons owned us—a muse, an innamorata, a nymph, an angel, a siren, or even a goddess—but like everything else in the universe, we came at a price. 

The 'glass houses' were only in operation at night. During the day, all the 'jewels' rested and tidied up after tiring hours of contemplation of the world through the bluish glass of the display window. Nice, obliging workers in starched white collars were busy with the cleaning, scrubbing the baroque decorations of the vetrines with great care from a mixture of sperm, drool, and other secretions. You looked at it with an almost reverent awe, finding it disgusting to the point of bordering on the pornographically beautiful. 

You could see it as real art—crude and original, but art nonetheless. There was something particularly mesmerizing about it, almost hypnotic, about the way the thick, pearly sperm dripped slowly from the golden flowers. 

Of all the glass houses that ever existed, "Eros" was the most beautiful. It was the jewel in the crown of the New Empire, and you were its goddess. There were rumors that the Hala themselves were customers of 'Eros'. But rumors were only rumors. If they were ever to visit your 'home', you would know about it, for they would be where all men ended up—at your feet. 

You were content with the life that you were living. There was no tragedy and no misery, no abusive family or abusive peers, no bullying and harassment at school—no, you had it all great. You were born here at Eros—the growth and blossoming of a beautiful flower. Your whole life has been within the confines of glass rooms and silk sheets, but unlike your dreamy friends, you weren't in need of rescue. 

Your name is Aphrodite. Born in the radiance of the Creator. A goddess among goddesses, carved out of marble and mother of pearl. Your hair falls to the ground in waterfalls of pearls and silk. Your eyes are the eerie silvery moonlight in half-darkness, the deadly attraction of jewels in velvet lashes. Your lips are the succulent, juicy, forbidden fruit that every man would like to taste. The pain of your kiss is going to be the last pleasure of life. 

You are not a delicate, pure lily; you are not a passionate, fiery rose; you are a narcissus reveling in the crystal of mountain waters. You love yourself to pain, to death, to despair, and in all the New Empire, there was none more beautiful than you. 

Original sin. The primordial beauty. You are desire in all it manifests and begins to manifest. 

The naked goddess, clad in snow-white fur like armor, is the goddess of love and ecstasy. 

You've never been conceptualized; you've always been enigmatic. 

You have been the object of worship. Your beauty has been sung in songs, and your love has been professed in a thousand languages. "Eros" was the site of visits from the mightiest and most powerful dragons of the New Empire. They all crawled at your feet, stroking their thick, greased with their cum cocks, greedily as they burned your skin with their golden gaze. They licked the deceptively thin glass of your display case with their long, sometimes split tongues, leaving muddy streaks on the perfect surface of the glass. The mighty and great dragons, unaccustomed to humiliation and submission, urinated like bitches in heat at the mere sight of your bare shoulders and long neck covered with diamond serpents, their eyes shining like stars in the twilight of your silken chambers. They would drip their sperm onto the icy marble floor until it collected in small, glistening puddles, and then they would lick it up as if it were the sweetest nectar in the world. Ambrosia in the truest sense. 

Behind the glass walls of Eros, they were dominators, predators, and the rulers of this world through fear and pain, but here in this garden of Eros, they were nothing more than whores—shameless and needy. Slaves to your beauty, desperate to please you. 

Their moans are always a delight to you. The moaning of your name. 

The scenarios have been repeated to the point of being painful. Sugar-sweet subs with outstretched tongues and pretty, tear-stained faces. Dominant alphas with sweat-glistening skin and eyes rolling with pleasure.

Dragons fucked other dragons; orgies and bacchanals were staged; they were subjugated and subdued. They growled, moaned, squealed, and purred; some were fucked like a port slut, and some were licked for hours until they passed out from hyperstimulation. Some masturbated in front of your window, enjoying the fact that you were there to watch them, and there were others who would spend their heat and ruts in front of your window. 

The list could go on and on: bondage, darkphilia, breeding, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, and breathing games.

You were saturated with this game. 

There were so many ways in which you could spend your evenings in the company of others. It was all designed to excite you, to make you beg, and to make you plead. Each of your visitors secretly hoped that one day you would strip off your luxurious furs and assume the position that was right for them—submissive, naked, and ready to accept whatever it was they were giving you. 

It was an act of power; it was a position of strength, but here you were the strength. You were power. 

No one would ever have the temerity to lay a hand on you. Goddesses are always untouchable.

You entertained yourselves by teasing them, mocking them, and fanning their flames of desire and passion. Dragons are creatures that are very dependent on their emotions and their desires; they feed on their power and their magic, but when they do not get what they want, it burns them from the inside; it breaks and crumbles them, like a cookie that has been bitten.

It was delicious, but you were full. Thank you, next.

You never denied that you were a sadist; you had a taste for pain; maybe it was a kind of revenge for the destruction of your family; maybe not. They came to you for that feeling; the dragons wanted to be punished and tamed, and the feeling of pain made them cum harder. As they say, Orgasm is a little death.

You could play this game for hours on end, letting the fur expose your boobs and pressing it against the cold glass as you went. It was magnificent—tall and plump, as if it had been milked with milk—with pink nipples the color of magnolia blossoms. There was something animalistically seductive about it—an appeal to their natural reproductive instincts—that evil thought of possible pregnancy. Their whimpering made you laugh, and the sounds they made were so sweet—desperate pleas and long, long moans.

"Let me taste you; I want it so much. I was a good boy, such a good boy."

There were other days when you would let your hands run over the bare skin of your thighs, leaving long red streaks that stood in erotic contrast to the silk of your pale skin. You smeared the clear, shimmering liquid of your juices along the line of your neck, in that most exciting place for dragons, where their teeth locked in a mating mark, as if branding their mate in the most perverse of affiliations.

"Tell me I belong to you; please say it. I'll do anything you don't want. Own me, use me; I want to be your toy.".

Sometimes other girls would be brought into your shop window to put on an erotic show. Exquisite nymphs and rosy-cheeked Lolitas would explore your tender skin with their soft, wet tongues, leaving traces of hungry kisses, until at last their lips would close on the most intimate spot between your thighs.

On days like this, the whole of 'Eros' would shake with furious, jealous growls and thunderclaps. Dragons were terrible possessive, and even though the "scene" itself would excite the hell out of them, the jealousy would burn through their veins from the inside out, like a deadly poison.

"You belong to me, and only to me. You are mine, mine and mine alone. I will tear this girl apart, and we will fuck in her blood until there are no more conscious thoughts left in your pretty little head, until you remember nothing but my name.".

But no matter what their words were to you, you didn't have a care in the world. Nobody would dare touch the goddess, and if they tried, they would not only lose their hands but also get killed.

That was the law of the New Empire—all the people who were left were protected and sheltered in an incredible way. There were very few of you, and if there had been any harm to even one of you, it would have been a real tragedy.   Only once has there been a breach of that law, and the consequences have been terrible. No one wants a repeat.

In any case, your life in the Garden of Eros was a pleasure. Maybe it was some kind of perverse way of looking at the world and love, but you didn't have any desire to change anything; everything was great.

Have you ever wondered if there might be another version of you out there? Perhaps, somewhere in a parallel universe, humans would still exist as the dominant species, their countries and cities would be prosperous, and you would be living a different life—a normal one. There, in that other universe, that other Aphrodite—no, not Aphrodite—you would have an ordinary name, not a divine one, something cute, something sweet, and always with a hint of shyness. It is probably there that you would have experienced your first love, that you would dream of a prince who would take you off into the sunset, and that "and they lived happily ever after." You would have been embarrassed to talk about sex, and you would have blushed horribly if his fingers had been in your knickers. But you weren't her. And she wasn't you. You don't want to be saved from sinning; you want to become one of them. You want to experience forbidden pleasures. You want to subjugate and dominate.

You're not in need of a prince; you've already had a king, or rather, eight kings. The day will come when everything you have ever dreamed of will come true, even if you haven't met any of the Hala yet.

You want power; you want to sit on a golden throne in a castle high up in the sky, and so it shall be. They say that love is a great strength, but they fail to mention that it is also the greatest weakness. And you, like no one else, know how to use it to your advantage.

This is not a pink fairy tale. There are no rainbow ponies pooping rainbows and eating fairy dust. No, this is a rotten world. It is full of debauchery, violence, and sex. You could say, "Come and rescue me. I'm waiting for  you," but no, you have to rephrase it as "I'm waiting for you to crawl on your knees and lick my heels, and from that moment on, I will own you.".

Yes, that sounds much better.

It's already eight o'clock; time to get ready; you're leaving soon.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most famous glass house in the New Empire. Tonight we have wet aesthetic cunnilingus as our main course, and for dessert, a mind-blowing orgasm. You have a choice of starters. Drinks are on the house. We accept cash and checks. If you wish, you can leave a tip for one of our "jewels.".

Our hope is that your time at Eros will be an unforgettable experience.

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Some cool words

absolute

abyss

adamant

adjudicate

angel

apex

apocalypse

arcane

arsenic

astral

asylum

athame

axis

azimuth

azure

bane

barrier

beyond

blaze

bleak

blight

blizzard

calamity

carnage

cascade

cataclysm

cathedral

celestial

central

chalice

chaos

charisma

checkpoint

chronicle

chrysalis

citadel

codex

conflict

conquest

contact

core

cosmic

council

covenant

crisis

crimson

crossfire

crusader

crypt

cyclone

dagger

deception

desolate

despair

destiny

devil

dire

disaster

dolorous

doom

dragon

durian

dusk

ebony

eclipse

edge

electric

elegy

ember

enigma

ephemeral

equinox

eternal

evanescent

eventide

execute

exodus

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fandango

fang

fate

fathom

flux

forge

frontier

frost

future

galaxy

gallows

garland

gaunt

genesis

gleam

glyph

gorge

gravity

grimoire

gunmetal

haven

hazard

helix

heretic

horizon

howl

hurricane

impulse

intense

isolation

jagged

jet

knife

kraken

lachrymose

lament

lethal

lightning

luminous

luster

madness

maelstrom

malachite

malice

mandrake

marquis

matrix

metropolis

mirage

mistral

monitor

mortal

mote

nemesis

nexus

nightmare

nocturne

obelisk

oblivion

omen

onyx

ordeal

pagan

pain

pale

paradise

passion

penance

peril

phantom

phoenix

pinnacle

point

portent

precipice

predator

pulse

quasar

radius

rapier

rapture

ravage

raven

razor

repose

requiem

revolution

saber

sanguine

scathe

scorn

scorpion

scourge

selection

seraph

serenity

serpent

shade

shard

sigil

signal

sine

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slash

slaughter

sonata

sonic

spectre

stealth

steel

stinger

storm

strife

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sublime

syndrome

tempest

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terminus

thorn

threnody

titanium

torch

torrent

toxic

trance

tranquility

twilight

typhoon

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valor

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venom

vertigo

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viridian

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void

volatile

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xebec

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zero

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The following is the introduction to the scholarly article As the Wheel Turns: A Speculation on the Gods, published in Foxtails, the professional journal of the Chatter & Melody Society, co-written by Sydney Saint-Vincent and Irene Yeoman

How, exactly, does one describe a god of Humanity? They are inherently unstable, full of contradictions and oxymorons to the point that one has named itself Contradiction, and she derives great power from that fact. But perhaps the best way to attempt to explain these strange things is by first describing their birth.

A god is born when Humanity creates one, as only Human Devotion can create something from nothing. Enough thoughts and convictions and beliefs and other intangible but very much real nothings can bring a being into existence from the swirling nebula that is Humanity. Gods are born and gods die every moment, most nothing more than sparks in the endless night, but some grow to match-heads, to torches, to camp-fires and fireworks and wildfires and blazing, flaming stars in the void. To quote the Right Honorable Sir Gilbert Jean-Pierre’s breakthrough book On the Creation of Creators, which established his reputation as a humanist philosopher and forerunner of the modern study of gods,

“He, or She, or They, or It, is not our creator, as no god, nor gods, is, nor was, nor are, nor were. Gods only exist because of Humanity; We are the true creators. That is why gods are always comprehensible, why they always appear to us as something and not nothing. To be inconsistent and yet coherent is the greatest trait of humanity; it is no wonder that we have bestowed that attribute upon our creations.” (1803, p. 15)

Humanity creates gods, stars in the boundless darkness, so that we might better understand ourselves and see the way forward. And the Eras are the brightest of stars.

An Era is born every time Humanity decides that they have moved on to a new part of Our existence, and they embody whatever time We have moved on from. The wonderful reality is that, theoretically, there are an infinite number of possible Eras, as time is theoretically infinite. And due to Human Nature, Eras are some of the most powerful gods, as it is only natural that we should hold some fondness or nostalgia for the times before. Thusly, the Eras of Humanity have gained great power in this modern day, and We always seem to find a new way to empower them.

There is no universal consensus as to what is an Era and what is not an Era, but what follows is the most widely agreed upon list of Eras:

The Chatter, Broken Chains, freedom and wilderness and revolution and anarchy, the fox bound eternal, pitchforks and torches at the gates of the king.

The Songbird, Wonderful Thing, creation and beauty and joy and revelry, the muse of all who breathe, marble and fascination upon the pedestal of greatness.

The Expanse, Bloodied Flag, ownership and conquest and war and empire, the loyalest of hounds, a banner of victory upon a hill of the dead.

The Mimic, Smiling Mask, worship and poison and wrath and control, the locust never sated, crocodile tears and lies through smiling teeth.

The Splendor, Gilded Crown, power and influence and wealth and elitism, the king lion of his pride, fangs of gold and glittering jewels.

The Wanderlust, Horizons Beyond, travel and trade and exploitation and distance, the shark disappearing past sight, a sail bright white above bloodied waters.

The Contradiction, Infinite Possibilities, theory and experiments and knowledge and progress, the cat with two sides, a tantalizing discovery for any to claim.

The Industry, Limitless Creation, production and efficiency and mechanization and profit, the dragon with a fire in its belly, merciless machinery.

The Duty, Tireless Mount, devotion and sacrifice and tragedy and patriotism, the horse that never stops, willing cannon fodder on the battle field.

The Fluctuation, Indiscriminate Fire, gambling and guessing and luck and fortune, the blind deer stumbling onward, scales always tilted but never fair.

The Speculation, Information Erased, secrecy and paranoia and ignorance and rivalry, the snake with a padlocked mouth, what is never fully understood.

The Inevitable, Dying Giant, decay and rot and destruction and loss, the whale withering alive, a fate prolonged and unstoppable.

Every Era exists, and thanks to their nature as gods, every Era holds sway over some part of the universe, no matter how small or grand. They come into and go out of fashion as time marches on, but rest assured that every Era will leave and return like so many spokes of a wheel as it turns. At time of writing, though the Inevitable has just come into its being, Speculation, Fluctuation, and Contradiction are back in fashion. Industry never really left, and neither did Splendor, but Chatter has returned with a vengeance as of late. One should hope that Humanity might cause the advent of something a bit kinder in the near future. A Era called the Blooming, or the Reclamation, might be best for Our survival.

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[A video is attached as Astra saunters into the throne room, holding Ghetsis, mouth covered by tape, by up the collar of his very stupid robes.

"I seek an audience with the king!" She declares loudly, dropping Ghetsis, who falls to the ground with a pained grunt. The sound of footsteps — presumably Cheren and Alder — follow her.

"Then you have it," N says from across the room, sitting rigid in his throne. He stands up, walking closer. "Zekrom and Reshiram were once one. Complete opposites, yet the same. And only appearing before their chosen hero."

The ground rumbles, the back wall of the throne room bursting open as a brilliant white dragon descends in a brilliant blaze, blinding the camera. Reshiram stands proud behind N, staring with vicious glee at their counterpart. "Hello, sibling," they boom, voice like a raging inferno. "What will it be today?"

"She/her," Zekrom rumbles warily, seeming unsure as to why they bother to ask.

"Ah! Wonderful. And so all of Unova will know of the dragon of ideals that she/her-t herself in foolishly standing against me, crumbling before my resplendent truth!" Reshiram crows.

There is a potent, almost tangible silent shock, as everyone stares at the great dragon of truth in the wake of their truly tragic pronoun pun.

"...At any rate," N says. "Our stage is set. The battle for the future, for truth, is at hand. Are you ready, Astra, Zekrom?!"

Astra snorts. "I am. Zekrom isn't, are you?" She looks at Zekrom, who shakes her head. "No, of course not." Astra withdraws her into her Pokéball, tossing it idly up and down. "Do you know why? Because I'm done with pandering towards this fairy tale finale. There are no heroes in this room, N. Just five trainers. A Faller. Her rival. A former champion. An abusive father. And you." Astra tilts her head. "No heroes. Plasma uses the word 'hero' like a weapon. The false hero of ideals is to be ignored, defeated, slandered, the proper hero of truth is to be venerated, listened to unquestioningly, and so he will change the world!" She shakes her head. "That's not how this works."

"What do you mean?" N eyes her warily.

"You won't fix the world by winning this one battle. All you'll do is win one battle. That's not how change works. There is no glorious revolution without constant effort. Winning against me just means you have to win against, say, Cheren next. And so on, and so on, and so on. What was your plan, for the next person like you, in your new world order? Would you just... win, again? Until the end of time?" She scoffs. "No, you didn't have a plan. Because you're not supposed to stick around afterwards. But we're getting off track. That's for later." She kicks Ghetsis in the chest as she talks. "Change is incremental. You have to keep fighting for it. Being some great hero of truth doesn't change that. And I, for one, intend to keep fighting for my change as I always have, by kicking your rhetoric to the wayside and being me. No hero. Just Astra."

She turns around and presses Zekrom's Pokéball into Cheren's hands. "Keep her safe," she murmurs. "You and Alder sweep the rest of the castle. Do your best to convince the remaining Plasma members to surrender peacefully."

They both nod. "Best of luck, Astra," Cheren says, determined. "N doesn't get to beat you before I do."

"Of course." Cheren and Alder speed off, and Astra turns back around to face N, tossing out Quake, who bares his claws with a confident smirk. "Our stage is set, as you say, N! So, to put it as this world might...

"Square the fuck up."

The video ends as Quake burrows into the ground, to Reshiram's indignant roar.]

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[Translation] Symbol I:△ - Ave Mujica

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KANJI

絵画が燃える  騎士(ナイト)が消える

何がほざく  黙らぬ夢に

私はいる  あなたの視界の陰に革命を描くの

this is the way 背筋襲う光 浮き上がる火の竜と

into the realm やがて出逢うわ西の城壁で

焼けてくロザリオ  逆巻く炎  ilala, ilala,

この記憶 孤高の記憶  神の唯一の過ち

人は皆  完全なものを語れないわ

いつの時代(とき)も残酷さが美を創り 世界は悦んで蠢き出す

探しているわ

闇は報い  何が救い

歴史の海に反射する星よ

軋む胸に刻めよ  弔えよ霊を  名もなき英雄を

this is the way 咽せ返る薔薇の楽園に臨めば

into the realm 決まるこの心  いざいま  ゆくだろう

煌めくロザリオ  導く者 ilala, ilala,

この記憶  孤高の記憶  誰も奪えはしないわ

刻は来た  世界が私だけを忘れてく

近づいたの  行き過ぎたの  でもいいわ  すべてを取り戻せる��なら

迎えに来たのね  さあ  私を連れてゆけ

赤く咲き誇る  この哀しい空に

ねえ

焼けてくロザリオ  逆巻く炎  ilala, ilala,

この記憶  孤高の記憶  神の唯一の過ち

人は皆  完全なものを語れないわ

いつの時代(とき)も残酷さが美を創り 世界は悦んで蠢き出す

探しているわ

ROMAJI

Kaiga ga moeru naito ga kieru

Nani ga hozaku damaranu yume ni

Watashi wa iru anata no shikai no kage ni kakumei o egaku no

this is the way sesuji osou hikari ukiagaru hi no ryuu to

into the realm yagate deau wa nishi no jouheki de

Yaketeku rozario sakamaku honoo ilala, ilala,

Kono kioku kokou no kioku kami no yuitsu no ayamachi

Hito wa mina kanzen na mono o katarenai wa

Itsu no toki mo zankoku sa ga bi o tsukuri sekai wa yorokonde ugomekidasu

Sagashiteiru wa

Yami wa mukui nani ga sukui

Rekishi no umi ni hansha suru hoshi yo

Kishimu mune ni kizame yo tomurae yo rei o namonaki eiyuu o

this is the way musekaeru bara no rakuen ni nozomeba

into the realm kimaru kono kokoro iza ima yukudarou

Kirameku rozario michibiku mono ilala, ilala

Kono kioku kokou no kioku dare mo ubae wa shinai wa

Toki wa kita sekai ga watashi dake o wasureteku

Chizazduita no ikisugita no demo ii wa subete o torimodoseru no nara

Mukae ni kita no ne saa watashi o tsureteyuke

Akaku sakihokoru kono kanashii sora ni

Nee

Yaketeku rozario sakamaku honoo ilala, ilala,

Kono kioku kokou no kioku kami no yuitsu no ayamachi

Hito wa mina kanzen na mono o katarenai wa

Itsu no toki mo zankoku sa ga bi o tsukuri sekai wa yorokonde ugomekidasu

Sagashiteiru wa

ENGLISH

The knights disappear as the painting burns aflame

What is this prattling dream that refuses to pipe down?

Here I stand, hidden in your very sights (shadow) planning my revolution

this is the way, the light that assails my spine takes form as a dragon of fire

into the realm, we’ll meet before long, in the castle to the west

The rosary burns with its surging blazes, ilala, ilala

This recollection, this recollection of solidarity, it’s God’s one and only error

Never once did he claim he made humans to be perfect

Each era is ruthless but finds beauty in its own way; the world certainly enjoys squirming

I’ll seek it out

What salvation do you find in the retribution of the darkness?

O star which reflects the tides of history

Engrave it into your grated heart; mourn the souls of thy nameless heroes of past

this is the way, why not attend the Eden of roses which finds itself choked in tears?

into the realm, your heart has already decided; off you go

The rosary glistens, oh one who guides stray souls, ilala, ilala

This recollection, this recollection of solidarity, nobody can ever take it away from you

The time has come; I am the only one the world has forgotten

It approaches, it goes too far, but that’s fine, for everything shall return to its rightful place

You’ve come to find me, have you? Now, take me from this place

Take me from this sorrowful emptiness, which blooms a brilliant crimson

Say…

The rosary burns with its surging blazes, ilala, ilala

This recollection, this recollection of solidarity, it’s God’s one and only error

Never once did he claim he made humans to be perfect

Each era is ruthless but finds beauty in its own way; the world certainly enjoys squirming

I’ll seek it out

[duskshrouded]

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following contains violent themes, death, mentions of blood, war, and other such dark things. While I do not go too heavily in detail on more potentially graphic scenes, you have been warned. This is not a happy drabble. This is not a happy piece of backstory lore I have at all. I've placed it under a read more for both to keep the potentially triggering things out of view -- And this is a long piece of literature.

That aside, this is part ONE of things I'll be posting in regards to Vamp!Ren's past. But welcome to a good glimpse into his villian arc and just how vast of a lore based world I and some of my friends have ended up creating.]

Word Count: 1,325

Setting: Five Hundred Years Before the Modern Age of Magic

Calla Lilies Part 1: Blood Soaked Skies

The smell of iron, smoke, and sweat was rampant upon the air, as the Vampire King stepped foot onto the battlefield. Dracula himself wished not for this war. . . But where was the father of the vampires now? His children had gone so astray and Ren had made sure of it, given he had gathered them and those of similar ilk under his command.

So what was he to gain out of this war between mortal and the immortal?

It was quite simple: Retribution. Retribution for all of those years he spent being SHAMED, persecuted by the humankind for being DIFFERENT, for being born a child of the MOONLIGHT. He had tried so desperately to fit in with them. . . But it mattered naught.

Every time they saw his FANGS or the RUBY GLOW of his eyes or the fact his ears were POINTED, they knew and then they would always RUN, or physically HARM, or STONE him with their words to the point his heart finally SNAPPED, giving way to a new form of REVOLUTION in his mind.

What if the immortals finally showed their worth? After all, Ren wasn't the only one who had been treated like the lowest beings of the earth. What if they rose above the fragile humans who thought themselves better than they who could do so much MORE than humans could ever hope to dream?

Pitiful creatures.

So thus he stood upon the hill, thunder rumbling above, as dark dragons roared and pained screams rang out, observing the chaos reigning in front of him. A deep breath is taken in, before he releases it, hand raising to the black and red claymore upon his back, engraved runes upon the steel glowing red as soon as his gloved fingers take hold of the hilt.

"You've come."

Ren's voice is low, measured as the weapon is removed from his back, coming to rest at his side, as he then turns, cape billowing in the wind gust blowing through. There he was, one of the many traitors of the immortals standing before him, his own weapons drawn. A flaming sword and shield were in his hands, purple hues settling upon the vampire king in front of him.

To match his weapons, two large flaming wings spread forth, rain evaporating before they can even fall upon that ever reincarnating fire.

"Neither Dracula nor Yggdrasil wished for this, you know this, Ren."

The phoenix speaks, straightening more, standing his ground, determination set in his eyes. Ren merely laughs at the other ginger, amused that he thought he could chastise him of all things.

"Oh? And where is Daddy Dearest or the World Tree at, hmm? Father's been gone for oh so long now... And what of the Tree? Sending his pet bird to come stand before me? Doesn't he see the humans he created are so terribly selfish? So terribly vile? Why--"

"And what of YOU?"

The young man bites out, pointing his sword towards Ren now, anger now blazing in purple eyes.

"You are not any better than the humans you choose to condemn! You who started this war! We were trying to find peace! You've ruined it all! You've let innocent lives be claimed, not just of humans, but of those who you claim to fight for!"

"Oh and what would you know, oh one who has shielded your master time and time again? Isn't the sting of death getting old now? Just because you come back every dawn, doesn't mean you should just throw your life away senselessly."

Ren retorts, sneering a bit. He raises his arm, pointing his claymore out to the raging battle behind him.

"Words failed, so we took action."

"Fire does not stop fire! It only consumes and destroys! Yes, things can rise from the ashes, but lives are just that... Lives! You cannot bring back those who fall! They're lost forever in this pointless strife!"

A sigh leaves the vampire at the fact the phoenix was still TALKING. The self proclaimed king had heard enough at this point. It was time for actions to speak, because once again it was clear: Words never worked.

"Enough of this charade, raise your blade, Phoenix, let's see if your flames can withstand me!"

The moment the last word left Ren's mouth, he pushed off from the ground, it cracking beneath the force as he closed the distance, steel clashing together.

"So shall it be."

The knight agrees through gritted teeth, pushing back with enough strength to put distance between himself and the Vampire King. Flaming sword raises high, calling down a flurry of fiery spheres. Ren shifts to the side, ink black magic showing to block flames that would have hit him in the move.

Now there was just two problems for the phoenix... One, while the avian was strong and blessed by the goddess who had originally created him -- That goddess had long since passed from every fathomable universe because of her selfless but foolish act taken eons ago. So though he served Yggdrasil directly now, he was by no means as strong as he could be if his creator was alive.

And two? This battle was acting out beneath the light of a blood moon, meaning Ren and all his denizens were at their strongest possible power. Yet the bird just had to try to pick fights he couldn't hope to win all for the sake of some stupid sense of nobility and honor.

So when the young man dives down to try to block Ren's sword with his shield to open the chance to thrust his own sword through -- The Vampire King decided that while he could play with his opponent a bit longer, he had better uses of his time.

Thus, when shield meets blade, the steel isn't halted at all -- Instead it sundering through both metal and flesh. Shield and left arm now out of commission for the phoenix, he moves to try to defend himself with sword alone -- Only for Ren to simply grasp hold of the flaming blade itself and cast it aside like a toy.

"Is this a game to you, Tsukasa?" The Vampire King speaks, for once addressing the knight properly. "Or do you not understand this is over? You cannot stop me, you are too weak, much like your compassionate heart. I could have spared you. Let you walk away, but no, you just had to fight me for the sake of filthy mortals."

"Ren, stop thi-"

"SILENCE!"

Ren's own sword now turned towards the wounded creature, dark magic grasping ahold to keep him from escaping.

"I could have spared you this meeting with Death again, but it seems I've no choice, lest you continue being an annoying thorn in my side, and while I could make you completely immobile and useless and let you lie on the ground in a pool of your own blood, I think I'd rather just send you to welcome the dawn instead."

Without further ado, he plunges his claymore deep into the phoenix's chest, piercing through the armor upon him as if he hadn't been wearing any at all.

"Ren... When will you understand...?"

"No. When will, YOU understand? Now. When you wake tomorrow morning and bright and well with the world, let the tree know something. I don't give a damn about the humans he created, I don't give a damn about what he thinks, I don't give a damn about anything he might want to say to me. I will win this war and I will shown him that this is how it should have been from the start."

With that the sword is removed, magic releasing Tsukasa to let him crumple to the ground, his body to soon turn to ashes so that his reincarnation might happen anew.

"Now then..." A quick, heavy flick of his claymore removes most of the blood upon it. "Let's bring this into order, shall we?"

[mainstoryarchive]

Revolution - 43: Trust

Translator: Creampuffs

Kuro: Hm? Yeah, that’s my embroidery. I’m good at sewing and stuff.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Dojo

Kuro: Hm? Yeah, that’s my embroidery. I’m good at sewing and stuff.

It’s ‘cause it makes my lil’ sister happy. I’ve made stuff like socks, aprons and an arts and crafts bag for her.

Tetora: Heheh ♪ Taishou’s just as good as any professional~ He’s the one who made the outfits for “AKATSUKI”, you know!

He also made the outfits for the unit I’m in, “RYUSEITAI”~♪

Kuro: Yeah. The dance moves from Tetsu’s unit are pretty intense, so you’ve got to make sure the outfits are sturdy, otherwise it’ll come apart.

They were actually pretty difficult to make.

Well, I can always mend it if it gets ripped somewhere.

Make sure you wear ’em with care. I’m not a factory, so I can’t spend all my time making outfits.

Well, I do enjoy sewing, though.

…Oh? You want to make outfits for your unit, too? I can make ’em for ya, if you’d like.

I don’t need anything in return. If it’ll make the issue with the handkerchief even, then that’s enough.

But well, it doesn’t hurt to learn how to sew… I’ll give you the fabric and tools, so I’ll teach you the ABCs of making outfits.

I’m sure your friends would be happier if you made ’em, though.

There’s nothing better than having an outfit made with love by someone who knows you inside out.

…Little Miss. I’m second-in-command in “AKATSUKI”, one of the main forces of the Student Council. But, by no means, am I in favour of the current circumstances at the academy.

I have my position and duty to consider. I won’t be able to openly help you.

If you and your unit are planning on opening a rift in the current state of this stagnant Yumenosaki Academy, then I’ll be cheering you on in the shadows.

It’s disappointing, but that’s all I can do. I’m pretty skilled with my hands, but it seems I’m not skilled enough to live my life the way I want to.

Tetora: W-What does that mean? Transfer Student-san, are you trying to oppose the Student Council?

That’s awesome~! No one has ever confronted them head-on or even attempted to go against them, and you want to challenge them to a battle?

That’s so cool~ You’re blazing, Transfer Student…☆

I’ve got a grudge against the Student Council for ruining the Dragon King Competition, too! I’ve been feeling so bitter that I can’t even sleep at night!

It’s not only me, everyone’s waiting for a saviour to appear!

Because the leader of my unit, “RYUSEITAI”, is the way he is, we can’t go against the Student Council since they’re a part of the "justice"!

I’d just lose pathetically if I challenged them over and over again by myself!

So if you can give them a taste of their own medicine, then I’ll support you from the bottom of my heart!

No, I beg of you – please settle the score for us…!

Kuro: Leave it at that, Tetsu.

Little Miss here will be walking across a dangerous tightrope. If you make her shoulder a lot of things, then she’ll lose balance and she’ll fall into the depths of hell.

You guys are planning something for the “S1” next week, aren’t you? I’ve heard about it from the vice-president… from Hasumi.

He couldn’t care less for you guys, though.

The Student Council has their own information network within the academy.

They don’t know what exactly you’re plotting, but one thing they do know is that you guys will definitely do something.

Don’t let your guard down, and concentrate on what you have to do.

The Student Council here has too much power. We’re basically dancing in the palm of their hands.

But, go and bite away at that hand.

Something is definitely bound to change.

I’m looking forward to what you’ll do, Little Miss.

[ ☆ ]

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[yugiohcardsdaily]

Posted Cards Master List - 58.0

April 2024, 1st thru 20th

Heroic Gift

House Duston

Justice of Prophecy

Magic Deflector

Mecha Sea Dragon Plesion

Memory of an Adversary

Metallizing Parasite - Soltite

Mind Pollutant

Missing Force

Mogmole

Moulinglacia the Elemental Lord

One-Eyed Skill Gainer

One-Shot Wand

Onomatopickup

Papa-Corn

Planet Pathfinder

Rage of the Deep Sea

Red Dragon Ninja

Retort

Shore Knight

Snow Dragon

Snowdust Dragon

Snowdust Giant

Snowman Creator

Solar Wind Jammer

Spellbook Library of the Heliosphere

Spellbook of Eternity

Spellbook Star Hall

Stoic of Prophecy

Tannhauser Gate

That Wacky Alchemy!

The Humble Sentry

Thunder Sea Horse

Tripod Fish

Uminotaurus

Unification

Utopic Onomatopoeia

Xyz Xtreme !!

Zubababancho Gagagacoat

Battlin' Boxer Chief Second

Battlin' Boxer King Dempsey

Battlin' Boxer Promoter

Battlin' Boxer Uppercutter

Battlin' Boxing Cross Counter

Blaze Accelerator Reload

Tri-Blaze Accelerator

Blaze Accelerator

Burning Draw

Chevalier de Fleur

Crystal Clear Wing Synchro Dragon

Fire Ejection

Fleur Synchron

Fleuret de Fleur

Hi-Speedroid Clear Wing Rider

Hi-Speedroid Cork Shooter

Liberty at Last!

Necro Fleur

Necro Synchron

Number C79: Battlin' Boxer General Kaiser

Pennant of Revolution

Quill Pen of Gulldos

Quillbolt Hedgehog

Rush Warrior

Salamangreat Almiraj

Salamangreat Balelynx

Salamangreat Burst Gryphon

Salamangreat Charge

Salamangreat Fowl

Salamangreat Foxy

Salamangreat Gazelle

Salamangreat Heatleo

Salamangreat Jack Jaguar

Salamangreat Miragestallio

Salamangreat of Fire

Salamangreat Rage

Salamangreat Raging Phoenix

Salamangreat Revive

Salamangreat Roar

Salamangreat Sanctuary

Salamangreat Spinny

Salamangreat Sunlight Wolf

Salamangreat Tiger

Salamangreat Transcendence

Salamangreat Weasel

Seventh Force

Sorciere de Fleur

Speedroid Dupligate

Speedroid Fuki-Modoshi Piper

Speedroid Ultra Hound

Speedroid Wheel

Stardust Warrior

Stardust Assault Warrior

Synchro Dilemma

Synchron Explorer

Tornado Dragon

Totem Bird

Unknown Synchron

Volcanic Blaze Accelerator

Volcanic Doomfire

Volcanic Emission

[magpiejay1234]

So, the Reira part of the Duel.

En Flowers is activated first.

En Birds uses Galaxy-Eyes Cipher Dragon, Neo Galaxy-Eyes Cipher Dragon, Rise Falcon, Blaze Falcon, Revolution Falcon, and Caesar.

En Birds turns Dark Rebellion into a Normal Monster, but it retains Ranks, instead of Levels. Z-ARC loses the Xyz part of its card.

Apparently the purification animation here is the same as Age of Overlord cards.

En Winds is next, and uses Scarlight Red Dragon Archfiend, Chidori, Raikiri, Swordsmith (not physically printed), and Alexander.

Clear Wing becomes a Normal Monster, and Z-ARC loses the Synchro part of its card.

En Moon is next, and uses Master Spirit Tech (not phystically printed), Frightfur Chimera, Dystopia, and Genghis.

Starving Venom becomes a Normal Monster, and Z-ARC loses the Fusion part of its card.

With En Flowers, each of the Dragons are destroyed.

Though Z-ARC's effect is negated, Z-ARC remained as an Effect Pendulum Monster, since En Flowers does not turn monsters into Normal Monsters. It has no effects on Pendulums, Rituals, or Links.

Since Z-ARC, and Odd-Eyes remained as Pendulums, Z-ARC retained 1000 LP, as they returned to the Extra Deck. This is presumably the in-canon explanation as to why Pendulums have this effect, it bypasses En Flowers' effect damage.

[s0urce--flow]

~~~New Moon in Aquarius~~~

🔥{{o Year of the Dragon Initiation o}}🔥

Invoke the power of the inner Dragon. Tame her and ride her waves. Harness the inner flame and gain mastery and control of self.

Do this through focus, from center and from the Heart.

{{o This is the year we master the Dragon. o}}

And use the flame for life, not destruction. And power and strength for love, not hate. Using our past life wisdom to rise above in flight, in ascension in a bright blaze of hope and confidence.

The Dragon is the life force energy that runs up and down the spine, up and down the electric gridlines of Earth and in and out of the Etheric realms. The serpent shaped light code that connects the All from one. The winding and surfing ancient ancestor holding the wisdom beyond our Earth. The Dragon is Aurora Borealis spiraling up and down in the sky, calling out to us. Calling to us to remember who we are and where we came from and why we are here. She is us and we are her. Her ups and downs are how we achieve balance. Aquarius is also a teacher of balance and surfing the etheric waves. These two archetypes emerge in full force together bringing forth a new age of deep honor, societal upheaval and revolution.

We must learn to ride the Dragon - not fight her.

The dragon is the snake who evolved and took flight. We all must crawl before we can fly. And we've done enough crawling...

🔥 It's time to Rise. 🔥

[maolop]

Fall From Flight: Chapter 1 – Icarus -Reimagined Amidst Aethereal Decay

I'm excited to share with you the first chapter of my new novel-in-progress, "Fall From Flight." Embark with me on a journey through a world where faith is questioned, and the battle for truth is more treacherous than ever.

Synopsis:

Trust is built on truth and is the currency of the world. But in a world where truth becomes a commodity in the hands of unseen entities, what faith remains?

"The Glory of the Garden was God Himself."

The Garden was once a paradise, but is now a battleground between the distorted heavenly and hellish beings who dare wonder it and wage a silent war.

John, an enigmatic figure born from accident, his origins shrouded as much as history begins his descent into hell. He is joined in the company of Hannah, a warrior sprung from the 'Original Demons,' her spirit is indomitable as her blade. In each other they find an unexpected home—a rare find when division is beginning to define us.

In hell, the insurgent class wields AI and deep fakes challenging their ancient masters. As Princes and Guilds swoop in, John and Hannah stand at the crossroad of revolution.

Can they find the secrets that lie at the heart of the Garden? And as John grapples with his hidden agenda, can their bond endure the ultimate test?

Chapter 1 - Artemis:

ARC I - BEYOND GENESIS: MACHINE - (01100110 01110010 01100101 01100101 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100)

"God has bequeathed us an important mission. We stand at the intersection of destiny concerning our flock and all of creation," Michael declared, his hands firmly gripping the chamber's grand Table. Light cascaded over the billowing cape behind him, illuminating the Twin Dragon insignia.

The High Covenant had convened at the White Tower at the highest peaks of Heaven, shrouded by a golden light. Its marble arches were intricately carved with designs of past heroes who embraced the Tower. Water flowed from the reservoirs in the Tower to Heaven below. A clock on the Tower read 2040.

Seated in the Grand Confluence, a room reserved for high-stakes deliberation, they gathered at the Table of Creation. Projections of the realms hovered on top, allowing them to monitor activities.

A fire blazed in the center. Flames licking at their youthful faces, the exalted figures of the Ruling Council, Uriel, Raphael, and Michael, claimed their seats.

Uriel, resolute, gave a nod. "Indeed, brother. We're prepared to begin, shall we?" Her round glasses adorned her heart-shaped face as she calmly sat in his chair. The reflection of the flame hid her eyes. A Wolf's insignia peeked from her blue cape.

However, Raphael was lost in the labyrinth of these thoughts, his eyes tracing the empty throne of an Archangel. "We must not proceed in haste," he murmured, "not while our Sister's absence remains unaddressed."

Uriel's eyes met Raphael, her glasses briefly revealing a beast in her eyes, her mouth curling in a wolfish grin."Raphael, your concern for Gabriel always shines a bit brighter than the rest of us, doesn't it? Your heart seems to throb louder at the mention of her." Her gentle smile softened the tease. "Her absence casts a gloom over us all."

Michaels's eyes briefly dimmed, his crimson eyes consumed by darkness, before looking up. "The absence of Sister Gabriel lies heavy upon our hearts, yet we face a dire urgency as aether fades from our realm as angels vanish daily."

As they watched, the projection shifted, showing a map of Heaven. Points of light began to blink - each one representing a missing angel.

The words lingered as their faces were hidden in shadow.

Moving his hand on his chair, Raphael accidentally nicked his pale skin. Blood seeped from his wound. He observed as his nanorobots emerged and tended to the droplets.

With a mix of curiosity and concern, Uriel remarked, "Such machines within our midst—born of humans, now among the divine. Though mostly present among human-born Angels."

"Indeed, Sister Uriel. The skies of Heaven have indeed shifted over these two decades," Raphael mused, gazing where light flowed through the chamber's expanse.

With a slight tremor in his tone, Michael cut through, "While Gabriel's whereabouts are yet unknown, her Academy yearns for leadership. Its stewardship cannot remain absent." Michael moved his hand, revealing a projection of Gabriel's Academy, locked in darkness.

"It is Gabriel's Academy that concerns me," Uriel interjected, her brow creased with foreboding. "Unsettling whispers circulate—a mysterious AI, born of her own making, perhaps a key to her absence."

"Silhouettes dance in Gabriel's Academy," Uriel interjected, her voice diminishing to a hush. "They tell of a mysterious AI, born of her own making, perhaps a key to her absence." She put her palms forward, showing two empty hands, letting the Archangels gaze at the writing on her palm.

Uriel gestured, moving the Academy, and the air above the Table shimmered. It showed a portrait of Gabriel, her silver wings cast in the air, blonde hair flowing down her body, and a cape with a Phoenix emblazoned.

"Moreover," Uriel continued, her gaze piercing the circle of her peers, "there's talk of Gabriel's ward, her adopted son, John. Whispers suggest she implanted an AI within the boy, perhaps to compensate for his… unique nature. A solitary wing, yet burdens far beyond." The projections shifted again, showing a young man, his body sculpted, yet his eyes seemed worn, his cheeks sunken.

Raphael smiled softly at John before turning his attention to Uriel. He clenched his fist, his eyes darting to Uriel's blue wings that seemed to siphon the air around it. His eyes flowed around the black robes that wrapped her and the necklace on her chest decorated with a dragon that swallowed itself.

"The boy is akin to us in more ways than one," Michael acknowledged, his eyes narrowing with concern and a spark of strategic interest. "One wing or two, he is of Heaven, and if these rumours prove true, we must ensure that we guard him in the interest of the realm."

"We should commit to the task considering what Sister Gabriel wanted for him," Raphael stated firmly.

"Very well," Michael conceded. His gaze softened as he looked at Raphael's wing, which had been deformed in an accident. Trembling, he pronounced, "We shall investigate the Academy and perhaps even the boy. I can assure you, Brother Raphael, that it will be conducted under the purview of Cherubim Daniel."

Raphael grimaced, his eyes wavering.

"The balance of Heaven," he concluded, his voice rising with an air of finality, "may well rest in our understanding of these mysteries and our actions henceforth."

As the gilded light of the chamber waned, a silence settled over the assembly, each member bound by the gravity of their duty. The gathering dispersed as they retreated into their respective chambers.

The sun dipped behind the high Tower, ushering in the night.

Beneath the High Covenant lay the still air of Heaven. In Gabriel's Academy, shadows bloomed, slicing through the once peaceful halls. In it, John slept in the Garden that divided the realms. He suffered in its empty world as his friends guarded him with watchful eyes.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Fall From Flight." If the story has captured your imagination or if you have any thoughts or questions about the world and the characters I'm crafting, I would love to hear from you

[mudaship39]

Heart of Dragon Fire, Soul of Phoenix Flame, & Ocean Blood of Sea Fairy 

Chapter 4: Verse:

Heart of a Stellar and Celestial Dragon, Soul of a Divine and Heavenly Phoenix, & Blood of Fairy of the Primordial and Ancient Ocean Fairy:

They ask me, “Why do you yearn so much for the inferno of combustion?”

They ask me, “Why are you so fascinated by its embers like a moth to a flame?”

They ask me, “Are you not terrified of getting scorched by the blaze?”

I ask you why I would be frightened of something that is a core motherfucking part of me

Our legends say that a divine and heavenly phoenix mother of the heavens and a celestial and stellar dragon father of the stars

Fell in love and together they birthed the Vietnamese people

This is a story of our genesis

This is a story of why I will never ever be afraid of the fire 

This is a song of why I will never be terrified of the flame

This is a whisper of why I will never be scared of the water

But nearly all Vietnamese people of color are in fact Buddhists 

A spirituality that believe in rebirth and reincarnation 

We come from a divine and heavenly flame phoenix mother of the heavens  

We come from a celestial and stellar fire dragon father of the stars

We come from a primordial and cosmic sea fairy mother of outer space 

This is in fact a story of birth through water and rebirth through fire

This is a tale of reincarnation through death and flame 

I have a fire dragon’s heart, I have a flame phoenix’s soul, & I have the blood of the sea fairy 

I am born of fire, born of water, & born of flame with a body made of earth, made of ocean, & made of sky 

I wonder can a body made of earth, ocean, & sky meant to withstand volcanic fire and magma

I wonder can a body made of earth, ocean, & sky meant to endure the tempest and storm of the seas

Is it actually able to withstand a fire dragon heart that radiates with spark the fire of the stars? 

Is it actually able to resist a flame phoenix soul that smolders with the ember of flame the heavens?

Is it actually able to survive a sea pixie aura that glows with the drop of water of the cosmic ocean?

There is no fire in this world that is stronger than a celestial and stellar dragon’s fire 

There is no flame in this world more powerful than heavenly and divine phoenix’s flame 

Long ago a dragon of the stars and a phoenix of the heavens once came down to the earth

They both fell in love and they had human children

Each one of them were born with fire dragon hearts

Each one of them were born with flame phoenix souls

They soon divorced 

The dragon father he took a third of the children and went north 

The fairy mother took a third of the children and she went to the south 

The phoenix mother took a third of the children and she stayed in the middle 

The celestial and stellar dragon father of the stars 

The divine and heavenly phoenix mother of the heavens

They knew their children in the future would be in mortal danger

So the celestial and stellar dragon father he gave each of them a gift, a fire of community, solidarity, & intersectionality

So the divine and heavenly phoenix mother she gave each of them a present, a flame of resilience, defiance, & resistance

They would need it for their children would be under the subjugation of the Chinese, the French, the Japanese, & the Americans

Their children would be under their rule, their colonialism, their imperialism, their neocolonialism, & their occupation

That stellar and celestial fire is what makes up my heart

That divine and heavenly flame is what makes up my soul

So that fire to me is hope and courage!

So that flame to me is rebellion and revolution!

That fire and that flame to me is a spark in the dark still burning courageously in the shadows of pitch black night!

That fire and that flame to me is shelter still standing rebelliously amidst a storm of a hurricane!

That fire and that flame to me are faith and hope still shining boldly amidst complete and utter despair!

That fire and that flame to me is a rose that still grew defiantly amidst ruins after a nuclear or zombie apocalypse!

That is why the Chinese, the French, the Japanese, & the Americans tried so hard to put out that fire and that flame!

But remember you cannot smother a celestial and stellar dragon’s fire!

But remember you cannot overpower a divine and heavenly phoenix’s flame!

You will answer for your sins against their children! 

You cannot fight against the storm and tempest that is the ocean itself!

You will answer for your transgressions against her and her children!

We were under the boots of French, the Chinese, the Japanese, & the Americans 

We were under their subjugation and oppression 

So as a Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika I want all empires across the planet to burn 

I want all empires that ever participated in colonialism, imperialism, neocolonialism, apartheid, & occupation to be demolished 

I want to dance on the ashes and cinders of their ruins! 

So be forewarned when your putrid empires are in fucking ruins! 

The flame phoenix of the heavens will once again be reborn in divine and heavenly flame

She will rise from the dead with her ashes and ascend!

The fire dragon of the stars will once again wake up from his eternal slumber

He will shake the planet with his roar and will once again soar! 

Together they will bathe the earth, the seas, the skies, & the heavens themselves in celestial, stellar, divine, & heavenly flame and fire!

In their hubris and in their fucking arrogance 

They forget that a fire dragon and a flame phoenix bow to no mortal or immortal!

Celestial and stellar dragons soar in the very stars in the kingdom of the gods!

Divine and heavenly phoenixes fly in the heavens in the realm of the ancestors! 

Fire dragons never bow and flame phoenixes never kneel!

For it is the hellhounds, alicorns, hippogriffs, kitsune, pegasi, & the griffons that must bow before the fury and rage of a celestial and stellar dragon! 

For it is the fire basilisks, the manticores, the hydras, & the chimera must kneel before the wrath and hatred of a divine and heavenly phoenix!

[mariobros101]

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[milla-a-punk-penguin]

KNIGHTS OF THE SQUARE TABLE!

[aso-designer]

Some screenshot retracing I did of Sir Blaze from Blazing Dragons, by using my fan color palette for him. I wanted to imagine how he would look like with these colors if it was on the show.