#calling for his papa

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Voltober 30. Stakes and Torches - From Dust to Ashes

Author's notes: BEHOLD! Esial's very bad no good day. You get to read it in better clarity than he even remembers it!

Masterlist - Part 29

Content: Vampire whumpee, human whumpers, hunting, hunting dogs/dog attack, hiding, impaled, bound, burned, descriptions of melty vampire flesh, just a grief that is so so deep

@voltober

Impaled | Burned | Hunted Down

Esial’s bare feet pounded across the forest floor. He glanced back, hearing the loud noises being made by the animals that were with the hunters. He had been running for days, and while that would normally lead him to safety, the strange four legged animals he’d never really seen before always managed to find him again when he stopped to rest, trying to decide where he could go to be safe.

He had heard that a monster like himself had killed the ruler of the land, but it very clearly wasn’t him. He was just a hippo hunter. He barely interacted with any humans beside his grain giver. He didn’t deserve this whatsoever. He didn’t know what exactly the hunters would do to him if they caught him, but he had heard the screams of another monster and he did not want to be subjected to anything that could make someone scream like that.

He glanced back to see the animals coming closer, barking and baying, the sound of people behind them somewhere. Esial was losing ground as he had broken his ankle tripping earlier and it wasn’t healing fast enough, re breaking almost every time he brought his foot down.

He gritted his teeth, the pain a distant thought as he tried to hurry, but something sharp snapped into his calf, dragging him quickly down.

He slammed into the roots of a tree and was dazed for a long moment where the snarling, barking animals tore into him with teeth like knives.

He turned and backhanded one, kicking the other off and getting to his damaged feet as the animals whimpered and backed off, one of them limping badly.

He kicked another that had come from out of the brush, saliva foaming across its lips, before turning and limping away as quickly as he could. He gasped on the pain at every step, looking up at the full moon above. It was too bright. Too easy to see him. He had to find somewhere to hide.

He did not find a hiding place all through that evening, though his slow pace did not get him caught as he had managed to disable the animals enough to make some extra time as the humans stopped to tend to their new pets.

As his foot finally healed, Esial thought about his own. The crocodiles out in the river who attended him and even helped distract the hippos sometimes in the hopes of getting some extra food from Esial’s catches. He missed them terribly, and it was killing him inside that he might never see them again. He would have to find a different river to live beside and befriend a new family of crocodiles. But they wouldn’t be the same. He had known those crocodiles’ great great grandparents, and now he would never be able to return for fear of being hunted down again for something another monster did.

It wasn’t fair, and it drove him to tears, reaching for the amulet his father had made him to protect him from the sun after being turned by a monster for comfort.

His hands closed on empty air, his nails scraping his unprotected chest. He looked down in shock to find that the amulet was completely gone.

He stumbled to a stop, his breath coming in quick, fearful waves. Even if he had disabled the humans’ pets, even if he did get a head start, he would never make it without the amulet. It was the only reason he hadn’t been caught when the other monsters had been. He turned around, hoping it had fallen off recently, but he knew when he had lost it now. When those animals had brought him down, their teeth in his flesh, it had to have come undone, and he was too stupid to notice.

He keened, high and afraid before turning and bolting. He had to get far, far away from here. He needed to find somewhere to hide, somewhere the humans would never find him. He just needed to make it far enough to where they wouldn’t find him during the day. He could get away if he just had one more night. He had to. He couldn’t be caught, not after everything he’d been through.

Esial cursed himself for losing the last reminder of his father, of his destroyed village, as he ran through the night under the full moon.

…………………………………………………….

Esial curled up in the shallow bank he had dug into just as the sun was beginning to rise. He had found a dry riverbed and dug until he fingers were nearly scraped down to the bone in terror, feeling the coming rays slowly and surely start making their way closer and closer toward his exposed back.

But he’d made it. He’d climbed into his hole and pulled the dirt back in to hide him further, just in case. It was close, and hard to breathe, but better than being in the sun. He had been burned once, only once, but it was enough to put a terror deeper than the Nile was long into him. He closed his eyes, pressing his cheek into the dirt, exhausted from all of running on an empty stomach, as well as all of the healing.

He drowsed for most of the day, the cool dirt cushioning him, until he heard something that made his eyes shoot open in terror.

The barking.

There was no where to go. He could only hope he had hidden well enough they couldn’t find him. He didn’t even know how they managed to keep finding him, so he had no idea if he had done a good enough job. He tired to hold his breath, slowing his already lazy heart beat and hoping they wouldn’t hear anything.

He heard claws on the hard packed dirt and stones, heard the sound of panting, and closed his eyes again. He couldn’t take the anticipation as the creatures came closer and closer.

He heard someone shout out from farther away. “Find anything, boys? What have you got there?”

Esial heard snuffling and he shoved himself back as the animals began to dig at the door to his hole.

“No,” he whispered urgently. “Go away. I’ll kill you! Go!”

The animals did not listen, breaking through and shoving their noses eagerly into the hole, which Esial batted at, causing them to leap back with a startled yelp.

“Looks like the dogs found it! The monster dug itself a little hiding hole,” someone called out.

Esial hissed as he saw a man crouch to get a look at him. “I did not kill anyone. Leave me be!” Esial shrieked for the hundredth time.

The man smirked. “And I just have to trust your word on it?”

Esial’s fierce facade crumbled and he clasped his hands together, shaky and desperate. “Please, believe me! I’m just one of the hippo hunters. I will leave and never come back. Please!”

The man shook his head with a laugh. “No, I don’t think so.”

Esial pressed himself back in his hole as he heard something above him on the bank.

“Dig it out. Once the sun has it, it’ll be easy to deal with.”

“NOOO!” Esial wailed. “PLEASE!”

He coughed as a clod of dirt fell from the ceiling onto him and he turned in his hole, trying to find some way out of this. There had to be some way out.

“Papa!” he cried unthinkingly, but that only made him feel worse. His papa was dead and had been for years. There would not be anyone to save him. All it got him was mocking laughter from the hunters

The dirt gave way and fell on top of him and he fell flat, trembling under the weight of it, still only barely hidden from the sun.

He screamed and writhed as something sharp dove through the dirt and into his side, hooking into his flesh and pulling him up through the soil. He clawed at the dirt around him, but there was nothing to hold onto as the hook spear dragged him out of the ground, and very suddenly he was burning.

He screamed, his mouth melting around his teeth in the face of the sun as the hunters laughed, hauling him up.

The sun was cooking him alive, and there was nothing he could do but writhe and melt as the hunters heaved him up and away. He wasn’t even able to hear them over his screaming and the flesh melting into his ear canals.

He had no control over his body as he was put up against something that burned very differently from the sun, cold rather than hot, and more of it wrapped around him, holding him firmly in place.

He was bundle of nerves, only meant for pain, and there was nowhere his mind could go to hide from the fate. He was everlasting, and ever burning, and even just that realization nearly pushed him over the edge of sanity.

He didn’t know how long the pain lasted, only that he was certain all of his flesh had melted from his bones until finally the pain lessened, speckled in places, and then he was cool, only burning where the cold touched him.

His body slowly began to recoup itself, pulling his flesh back together, unsealing his eyes and mouth, and he gasped for air, opening droopy eyelids.

Night had fallen, and the stars indicated that it was quite late in the night. There were a couple of humans nearby, eating and laughing, feeding their ‘dogs’ and generally enjoying themselves.

Esial looked down to see bright chains wrapped tightly around his torso, arms, and legs, binding him to what felt like a pole. The pain of the metal was insignificant compared to the pain of the sun, though it disturbed him to see how his flesh still sagged over where it had melted onto the chains, bubbles still clear in his skin as his clothing partially hung off of his pelvic bones.

He looked up again, eyes blurred with pain and exhaustion as he spotted the light beginning to come up over the horizon again. He lowered his head and sobbed. “Please,” he whispered, tears refusing to come after spending so long being boiled alive. “Mercy.”

None of the hunters heard him over their revelry.

VTB Part 31

FDTA Masterlist

From Dust to Ashes Taglist: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight 

@why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thecyrulik @gt-daboss @currentlyinthespiral @pigeonwhumps @not-a-space-alien @scatteriskity

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[serpentine-illusion]

Copia hips appeciation post what are you gonna do about it

[vanmec]

Secondo and his dogs

[My Socials] | [Prints]

[kippdipp]

fake sticker design ☀️

[conjuring-ghouls]

Call out in the middle of the night, for when else would I hear you? Dedicating this to @delullu for the emotional support through the process.

[lexithwrites]

young single dad remus might actually be the death of me like him being dumb and having a kid in his late teens seems so unlike him but somehow exactly what would happen to him? also its truly the last time he ever sleeps with a woman lmao

[q-ueen-potato]

Okay....so...i had this real weird dream where was a ine sided Dale x Timmy thing...

Like Dale had a thing for Timmy but Timmy just wanted to kick Dale away...

Like Timmy is the only one Dale listen or is kind or whatever. Just...is a weird ship and is crack aff...

Idk what i am doing of my life...and why i am doing it...you all can judge me idgf

Is almost 1am and i should be sleeping...i don't know what i am doing of my life anymore

[copias-juicebox]

[batgirlcopia]

🔷 🟥 🟡

[spacesapphi]

Thinkin ab the one mod where he expresses worries that his kids will end up like him and... Waaah...

[lullaebies]

No clue if your still taking asks for Aegon III and Jaehaera but what about one where they were secretly courting (Aegon giving Jaehaera gifts like jewels, books she likes and maybe telling her a few stories or singing songs?) they do a similar thing to Daemon and Rhaenyra in the brothel (maybe they’re in a tavern or something?). Maybe Aegon II or Daemon catch them, regardless of how they are caught both are confront and Aegon III ends up asking Aegon II for Jaehaera’s hand in marriage then and there?

Maybe Aegon II’s like: “You ruined my daughter who else will wed her now?”

Meanwhile Aegon III: “Wed her to me. I’ll take her as she is”

Maybe it causes and uproar with the Blacks and Greens both protesting against it while Alicent, Daemon and Rhaenyra hear this conversation and are like “oh no…” cause this has happened before and the chances of it happening again are so unlikely. And maybe they’re confronted like when Aemond lost his eye and everyone yells at each other?

(Also it would be funny if both the Greens and the Blacks were to absorbed in their bickering they didn’t even notice Jaehaera and Aegon III’s feelings for each other? And it isn’t until this happened that they realize how deep this runs and maybe they all overreact to this?)

A/N: I will note here before I start that I actually wrote a very similar request to this already over here. Not sure if you were aware of it but bringing it forward for any case, you may enjoy this one too. That being said, you provided a different dialogue route, so I'll still do this req too. What I linked is from Jaehaera's POV - this will be from Aegon III's POV.

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“Unhand my son,” his mother yells at his uncle. “At this very moment!” 

Although sobered by now, Aegon still feels as if the world moves too fast to comprehend. One moment he is in a tavern with Jaehaera, playing with the earrings he himself had bought  her a moon prior and tasting the ale she drank from her very own lips, and in another, he is grabbed, tossed and dragged back here. 

Aegon the Elder has a vice grip on his collar. The man is no towering figure, he is in fact smaller than him, but he had the very hold of death when he had caught them in the tavern’s booth. He tasted the blood in his mouth still from several punches. Tomorrow, his eyes would not be the only thing purple about him.

His uncle releases a dismissive sight. It is only when his father steps forward, clutching Dark Sister’s grip, that anything changes. Prince Aemond stands tall with his brother, and Ser Criston Cole goes to charge against his father, but before any fight can take place, Aegon the Elder throws him to the floor. 

He hears Jaehaera squeaking, held aside by her mother and twin brother. The peasant garb she had worn to the city hasn’t dimmed her beauty even a smidge. Her usually pin-straight hair is a mess, and his only comfort at this moment is remembering how his fingers felt running through it. Her lips are still flushed and bruised from kisses, vibrant red because of him, for him. 

His fingers twitch towards her on the floor, while his brothers surround him.If he had the strength to push them all away, he would. Let me be where I want to be.

“You dare batter a prince? In what world do you think it will go unpunished?!” His mother is still raging. 

“This very one, half-sister,” Aegon the Elder yells back, sounding nearby beastly. “I’d sharply question him, but I saw for myself. He touched my daughter.”

Queen Alicent, still in shock, soon blocks his view of Jaehaera. “How long has this been going on for? Tell me now, Jaehaera,” she begins her questioning. His Haera looks the most vulnerable fawn as all eyes in the room land on her, fiddling with one of her fallen earrings. “Tell me so we can fix this.”

She sniffles hard, teary eyes glancing at him in concern. “A little more than..” she stutters. Queen Alicent presses her shoulders. “A little more than a year.”

Before Aegon could even comprehend the confession, Aegon the Elder comes forward once more, swinging his leg and kicking him straight in the face. “You fucking rat!” 

“Father!” Jaehaera lets out a wail. While Aegon groans in pain, head slammed against the floor once more, it seems as if an all out war is brewing in the room. Kingsguards rush to the middle of the room, while his brothers are ready to jump his uncles. Even Jaehaerys comes to push Joffrey away from reaching his father.

Aegon the Elder, as his mother and father introduced him, had been a sullen slob with only hatred within his very core. But his Uncle stands over him and looks at him with fire that implies anything but hatred, at least when it comes to his daughter.

“More than a year... You think my daughter is a common whore for you to flaunt and kiss at taverns? You think she’s a plaything for you to call upon whenever?” he hisses at him. “You ruined her. You have been ruining her! Your mother may have never taught you consequences, but they exist, in this world. Who would wed her now?”

There are many answers to that question. Normally, in their family, it would be one of her brothers, but Jaehaera has noted she and her close family all dislike that idea. Lords that see an opportunity, perhaps; Jaehaera is the only granddaughter of the King, with a dragon to boot. Anyone with eyes, is another thought, as he remembers her round pouts, and long lashes that bat curiously whenever he speaks.

Yet the truth is, there has been only one answer.

“Wed her to me,” he pants out, the blood from his nose dribbling aside. His voice is unwavering, ever clear in the quieting room. “I will have her. I want her.”

She is mine, as much as her father hates to admit it. She is meant to be mine.

The atmosphere shifts in the room. Jaehaera is frozen in place, teary eyes begging. His brothers and mother all turn to gasping stones, but it is his father that has his eyes completely changed. He moves away from Ser Criston Cole, staring at him.

“You will have her?” Aegon the Elder nearly spits out. “Little prick. You will have her when I fade to ash.”

“That is it,” Queen Alicent then says, pushing her son away from him. “Prince Aegon will meet a maester before we all turn to speak mindlessly. I must see Jaehaera to her own maester as well.” The woman sighs.

To check if I took her, is implicit in her words. I should have. Should have wedded and bedded her before any of them could take her away. Jaehaera’s mother and brother take her away, while Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole both convince his uncle to step away from him. 

“After we know…” Queen Alicent grimaces. “We will speak of this more, Princess Rhaenyra.”

“We shall,” his mother says. “Do trust this will not be forgotten, Queen Alicent.”

Aegon is helped onto his legs by his brothers. Talk of concussions, responsibilities, and temporary madness all come his way from all fronts as they walk the Red Keep’s hallways. At the end, it is his father that takes him to the maester’s door. His father keeps a stern face. Aegon knows his father does not like that side of this family, he knows he hates them more than anything. However, he keeps his pride about him. 

“I don’t regret it,” Aegon says when they are by the guest room assigned to him. “She is meant to be mine. I will ask it again.”

“You will not,” Daemon answers him, cutthroat. His father’s hand reaches to squeeze on his upper arm, hard.

Aegon gulps. There is something sinister about his father’s gaze.

“Ask, that is. You said all that needed to be said, and I know it will be true,” Daemon tells him. “You will have her. One way… or the other.”

His father turns on his heel, and leaves him be. Jaehaera is there at the back of his mind, sweet lips and violet eyes, with her beauty marks and her gentle voice comparing to the calm of moonlight, but the bride price may be costlier than just the blood dripping down his face.

[ficandkaboodle]

Lying in bed, thinking about how Copia probably never resembles his father more than when he looks at his beloved. Cardinal era or Popia era, it does not matter: The moment he looks at the tempting apple of his eye, all his father’s dedication, obsession, stupidity, everything — it just comes flooding out of him in the form of eyes going gooey yet shiny, mouth slightly agape or curved into a silly little smile.

It’s the one thing Nihil really passed down to Copia that he will never be rid of, that surgery can’t manipulate or cut away, that he himself can disassociate from. Not that he ever would want to. Because having it means he gets to look at you and see the most beautiful thing ever every single time…

[pooks]

i got in the mood to share of one of my One Piece wips, so here it is

featured in the upcoming story, Nasu to Kaiso, this is Mori! he's a stray Wano child living in the forests near the Flower Capital where he meets Sanji (going by "Sangoro"). he has dark green hair in an uneven haircut, tanned skintone and teal eyes. everyone who knows of him refers him as "Gabu", a name he hates (it means "to gobble")

Mori met Sanji when he attempted to trade a few fishes he caught for a bowl of soba. Sanji couldn't find it in him to leave this child all alone to fend for himself and offered for him to stay with him as his little helper. and we KNOW Sanji would've given him a soba bowl for free.

Mori's name is one of the most important aspects in this story; he has no name to call his own and he doesn't remember what his original name was. all he knows is that he was abandoned as baby. Mori asked Sanji to only give him a name if the cook really wants to keep him in his life. so through the whole story, Sanji kept calling Mori for "kaiso" (seaweed).

through the Wano arc, Sanji and Mori develops a deep bond and Mori proves himself being a brave, resourceful and strong boy capable of fighting. although Mori doesn't get his name until near the end of the arc, when the Straw Hats are departing Wano and Sanji takes him in as his adoptive son, giving his name Mori which means "forest".

yes, this is also a ZoSan story as well. his official name, in the end, becomes Roronoa Mori. because Sanji obviously takes Zoro's surname and severs his ties with Germa for good

yes, Mori has his own katana. it gets important later, since it's a relic from his birth father (a samurai who was killed for standing by the bushido code, he sent his son away to protect him). it looks small, but the katana is, in fact, bigger than it looks like.

[theartgremlin]

Oma couldn’t keep Peggy calm for her vaccinations, so they called in the big guns. Papa bear König dropped everything to come help, even though he was in the middle of war games with his squads :3

Dialogue Translation

König: shh, sweetheart, it’s alright

Nurse: You’re being such a brave girl, Peggy

Peggy: I don’t- like needles…

König: good German, Peggy

Please be gentle, I don’t actually know any German. I used google translate…

[helcef]

Keegs

Couldn’t decide between versions so here’s all of them