#ch: oberon

[kingdomoftyto]

Been watching Deltarune theory videos in the background this week and this guy has me thoroughly convinced that Kris is the DR-timeline version of Frisk (and thus has much less sinister inclinations than many of us have been assuming), that something terrible might have happened to Asriel offscreen, and that Rouxls Kaard either IS the Roaring Knight or is going to be the funniest red herring of all time

[thornswoggled]

jumbled ch 101 thoughts re: is elias a real mage?

in chapter 99 we got zoe telling chise something thats news to her: only humans can be mages. oberon interrupts her strong reaction to this, and at first i assumed it must mean elias is part human, until i saw someone point out that it might actually mean hes not a real mage. this would align with other characters calling him incompetent and incapable of being a mentor

i think the above screencap is probably the response we're going to get if chise gets the opportunity (and the gumption) to ask elias... hey, are you actually a mage? like, the thing youre training me to be? i dont know that shell accept this as an answer, and it might lead to her thinking back on the new mage whose apprentice tried to recruit her. elias is, after all, currently fretting over what he will do if she seeks something "he cannot provide"

looking back on chapter 15, it seems like it should have been obvious that magi can only be human. lindel describes magi as people who live longer and are hardier than normal humans. theres also a recurring theme of "oh, 'magi' is just what normies call us, we dont really care for titles." which is another way i think the above screencap can be explained. which makes me wonder - the latimers were the first ones to call him a mage? and lindel didnt, despite teaching him magecraft?

im sure itll take maybe, oh, 20 or 30 chapters for this to be followed up upon, but i think we are seeing the beginning of a deeper interrogation into what elias "is." im so excited for elias lore in 102 im about to start eating drywall

[darthnell]

Careertober Day 25: Bloodstained, featuring Oberon lying in his own blood after being stabbed by his daughter immediately following her victory. Yay! (True Vengeance ch 63)

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

[yaeggravate]

suggestion: kaeya's name is taken from the hindi word छाया (chhaaya) for shadow

arguments for:

the abyss (and possibly also khaenri'ah) is associated with mirrors and inversion; the inverted statue, the sign of apaosha, kaeya's vision is mirrored, the script around the ruin machines are mirrored etc. a shadow is a reverse projection of an object. we know kaeya is connected to the abyss and from khaenri'ah.

kaeya's character story says he lived in his brother's shadow for most of his life and that they were often likened to twins. twins in this game always seem to have a light/dark dichotomy. it's kind of like with makoto and ei, (ei's name (影) in chinese also means shadow.) and lyney and lynette (her title is "elegance in the shadows").

his alternative outfit is called sailwind shadow

he played the role of a thief who lived in a dark realm searching for light; this actually parallels the story of "the tale of those without shadows" that you can find in game.

shadow fits thematically with khaenri'ah as it was an underground nation. their last ruling dynasty was also known as the eclipse dynasty. an eclipse is defined as "the passing into the shadow of a celestial body".

in shakespeare's play midsummer night's dream, the character oberon is derived from kaeya's last name alberich. oberon is the king of fairies but in the play one of the characters also calls him the king of shadows.

it wouldn't be odd for kaeya's name to be derived from hindi. i mean just look at him lol, but one major hint is that his constellation is a peacock, an animal commonly associated and indigenous to india.

arguments against:

uhhh kaeya in game is pronounced with a hard k instead of a soft ch that's it (but in the japanese dub they pronounce his name as gaia so i don't think the pronunciation matters that much here)

[xxcrossroadsxx]

Hi it's me again, the Spriggan fangirl™️ ! Do you happen to know if he has made any recent appearances in the manga so far and where can I possibly read it? 👀

Hello! If I'm not mistaken, he hasn't appeared in the new arc yet (didn't see him with Titania and Oberon in ch. 98), but he consistently appears in the afterword of the volumes, in Silky's Diary.

Since the fan translator stepped down due the simulpub, we only have the english translation by the new publisher Comic Growl, but the chapters have a time limit. However, if you miss them, a member of the TAMB subreddit is archiving the new chapters. You can check it here.

On the other hand, you can read the official english version by Seven Seas Entertainment on Bato.to. It's up to Volume 19, so you can read the extra stuff there. SSE version of Vol. 20 will be released on March 11th, so we will have to wait a bit for it to be uploaded.

[erzbethluna]

I stare at it. Such a tiny thing, a lodestar that guided him home.

“Thank Oberon for goats, eh?” Simon’s eyes twinkle as he smiles.

As long as we can spend warm summer nights under the stars on a bed of bracken. It’ll be like when we were children, but better. So much better.

As long as the goats are allowed into the cottage, of course.

As long as we can keep doing this.

I like this.

What Remains After the Storm - Ch. 15

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OMG I truly loved this chapter! I had the time of my life painting the boys, I love them so much in their fae form! Im very very sad this ended, but I *love* how it ended! This is so wholesome!! I really hope you all enjoyed the arts through this story :D they were made with lots of love for this story and of course for my dear friend @hushed-chorus, thank you again Demi for letting me be your partner in crime! <3

[nero-draco]

Fate Dream Strikers plot (based on my memory)

Guda and the team rayshift into the singularity, found Obero-- Oberto Hongou being chased by Izo. You saved Oberto with Mash catching Izo's ball shooting causing him to run away while saying "I'll remember this!!!". Oberto thanks them while also says he doesn't know who Oberon is and claim himself to be Oberto Hongo, a wandering Brazillian coach (lmao). Oberto recount how the singularity came to be by saying originally this land is peaceful with people here loving soccer. Then there's a soccer tournament which each lostbelt participate. India, Olympus, Britain, and South America are the powerhouse team until the final between Britain and South America. Britain team has the powerful combination of guardian deities, Nunnos who attack and Nunnos who protect. While South America's ace is Kuku. The match was fierce until South America came out as winner. Britain however, being a sore loser and goes on rampage causing the land to become cursed. Oberto says they need to plug the hole where cursed energy came out. Oberto also revealed that a group called Dark Crypters are the enemy they have to beat. Oberto says they have to beat them with soccer.

Then you play the game, beat each Lostbelts and their crypter, and reach the final stage.

At the final stage. They reached where the hole is and Oberto tell them to plug the hole with the ball they uses to play. Da Vinci however suspect Oberto to have sinister plot. Oberto sigh as he wonder what trauma did the Chaldea experience to have this much distrust. Then Guda and everyone heard a voice that tells them to stop. Da Vinci catch on and revealed that they were actually inside Guda's dream all along and also revealed that Oberto is actually Oberon. Oberon finally revealed his true nature here.

Oberon revealed that he just entered Guda's dream out of curiosity. Da Vinci then complain why Oberon created such a stupid dream to which Oberon replies there's no way he would ever made something this stupid. All of this insanity is 100% created by Guda's brain. Even Oberto name is something that suddenly attached to Oberon the moment he entered the dream. Oberon then revealed he did this to make Guda have fun inside a dream. The thing that spew from the hole is actually there to end the dream. On the other hand if they plug it then Guda will remains dreaming. By doing this Guda can heal his mental fatigue. Mash was touched by Oberon's kindness, however Da Vinci spotted Oberon's smiling and figured out he did this because it sounds fun to him. Da vinci says Guda has to wake up because today is weekday and they still have more job to do.

Guda and the rest then jump into the hole and in order to wake up. Oberon however chase after them because its not right if they just wake up without the climax of fighting final boss. Oberon revealed the ball they used is actually a dream egg, which grow from Guda's negativity and now can be used to create a form which Guda fears the most. It hatched and what comes out is U Eliza ORT…. Oberon is exasperated as he didn't expect something nonsensical to come out and the third act of this story still remains in comedy genre. Da Vinci mentioned that what Oberon did is actually isn't bad since Guda ended up sleeping over half a day while their mind played a sport which refreshes them. Mash thanks Oberon for this to which Oberon told them to shut up.

Oberon then tempts Guda that they can just remains sleeping however long they want, and they don't need to feel guilty since its all the fault of a bad guy like him. Oberon mentioned that even if Guda awaken they'll only see a depressing future. That its more fun to just run on the grasslands playing soccer and simply never end the story. It was at this point that the Dark Crypters showed up as they give rousing speech to Guda in their various ways. Guda then decide that they will wake up and fight.

The Crypters joins the fight against Eliza and thus forming the dream team of 4 Chaldea misfits (Guda, Mash, Goredolf, Kadoc) + 7 Crypters = Chaldea Eleven (Ignore how there are two Kadocs here).

After the fight Mash defeat Eliza with Black Barrel Shoot. Guda then talk to Oberon that they will choose to continue to walk ahead. Oberon then says Guda can do as they please.

Guda wakes up in their room with Sion being there. Apparently the whole thing is just Guda dreaming with even the real Oberon shows up and says he can't do what Oberon in Guda's dream says he can do (Whether he just lying and feign innocent here is left ambiguous).

The punchline is that seems the whole thing is just a dream. There's more dialogue after this but I kinda forgot what's it about.

[shaelashaela]

The King's Curse, ch. 1

(Note: This is direct continuation of Before You Were Born. I suggest reading that story first if you haven't. The subject matter of this story is also a bit darker, so out of caution some chapters will be marked mature.)

[cw] physical intimacy, non-consensual touch [reading time] 5½ mins.

“Do you not recognize your King?”

He towered over me, imperious. Never did I expect to meet Oberon in my life, especially not in the human world. But now he stood in the middle of Ravenna’s Books, and he demanded my attention. The world around us stopped at his behest, freezing Rayna mid-stroke of the pen. I was exempt from the effect, so he wanted something from me in particular.

In paintings, the King of the Summer Court wore elaborate gold and purple robes with shining pauldrons and greaves engraved with roses. Now, though, he made a genuine attempt to blend in, and he sported a grey three-piece suit with a white scarf draped over his shoulders. The gold-tipped walking cane in his right hand, however, pushed it back towards the ridiculous. He was still obviously an elf, though—unlike me, he let his pointed ears push through his long, black hair.

His patience seemed infinite as he awaited an answer, and, after a moment, I found my voice. “I—sorry, no. I have never been graced by the honour of your presence, Your Majesty.”

Oberon inclined his head forward, satisfied with that answer. “Good and well. At least you know to speak with respect.”

I wondered if I should curtsey. I read of such customs in books, but I wasn’t certain if elf nobles still considered it in vogue. All the same, I pointed my eyes toward the floor out of respect.

“What may I do for you, Your Majesty?”

“Answer Us true, Sylvie Shaestari: was it you who slew your own father?”

I winced. No, I did not kill my father. I killed the man who sired me, but he was nothing more than that. No way would I contradict him, though. “If you refer to Nox Shaestari, Your Majesty, then yes, that was me. I know I should have sought the justice of your court, but I would ask your forgiveness. It was a matter of self-defence.”

My liege brought his hand up to stroke his chin, which looked odd to me since he had no beard. “Were it a matter of Our justice, we would be settled, young alchemist.”

My confusion was plain in my voice. “Then what troubles you, Your Majesty?”

“This man you killed was known as Ixion at my sister’s court. He was favoured by her.”

I swallowed hard. That didn’t sound good.

He pointed the tip of his walking stick at me. “You will answer to her, in order to preserve the peace of Our kingdom. Leave on the morrow for Wintervale and do whatever she shall ask of you in reparation.”

My brain just stopped. What? Make reparations for Ixion of all people? Like hell I would! I tried to think of a retort, but confusion and rage combined inside me, refusing to form into anything coherent.

One word squeaked out: “Why?”

His eyes became slivers of sapphire. “We have spoken.”

The part of me that screamed I was about to commit suicide was overridden by another part of me that was already sick and tired of my kinsmen toying with me. “No! No way in hell I’m going back to Wintervale—”

A bolt of lightning crackled through the tiny shop and pierced me, racking my body with pain. Was that some form of magic? It was so incredibly powerful, and I never saw him lift a finger. I screamed as my flesh melted from the intense heat.

Then all was fine. Bewildered, I looked about, but nothing in the store was amiss. Some sort of glamour, then. That the pain felt very real, though, terrified me.

King Oberon took a step forward, his voice low and threatening. “Perhaps you require an incentive.”

Unsure of what he would do next, I cowered. I screwed up this time for certain and expected more pain, but to my horror, he moved towards Rayna instead. She stood behind the front desk of her shop, utterly unaware of what happened in her stasis.

Oberon shifted his cane to his other hand and placed a single finger on my girlfriend’s forehead. Fear washed over me. A complex arrangement of arcane lines appeared where he touched her, folded nine times upon each other: the mark of a death curse.

He turned to face me, glowering like my father did when I disappointed him. “Seven days you have to appease Queen Morrigan. When she is satisfied, the curse shall be lifted.”

I fell to my knees. “Your Majesty, please! She has nothing to do with this—”

“And she will fare well if you do as We have decreed. Do not cross Us again.”

With this final proclamation, he faded from my sight, and the world around me resumed. The shop regained its colour as Rayna looked up from her paperwork and noticed me kneeling.

“Sylvie! What’re you doing on the floor?”

We laid together in bed, each holding the other’s hands. Over the past few hours, Rayna went from anger to tears to anger again and finally to despair. She agreed with me that it was unfair I should answer for the death of someone who stalked me and made my life a living hell. She was also furious that my King had violated her with a curse. It took great willpower on my part to be strong for her while also fearing for her life, and by bedtime we were both weary for very different reasons.

She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I could still see them by the light of the street lamps outside, and bedtime offered a clear view of her face without glasses. It was a moment of peaceful bliss each night.

“Sylvie, what’re you going to do? Do you think this Queen will kill you out of revenge?”

My fingers fidgeted with hers. “No… that’s what I’m afraid of. Whatever she wants is likely to be far worse than death. I’m more worried that I won’t be able to appease her at all, and then you’ll die if King Oberon doesn’t lift the curse.”

She nodded and brought my fingers up to her lips briefly. “Just when I thought it was all over…”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for you to get dragged into this… uh, again, I guess.”

“I know you didn’t. It’s just… it’s just so unfair.”

Her lip quivered, and I feared she might cry again. I would do anything to avoid that, so I lunged forward and pressed my lips to hers in a bid to stop the tears. Her eyes widened at first, but then she closed them and leaned into me. Winding her fingers through my hair, she pulled me into her embrace and showered my face with hungry kisses. Shock paralyzed me at first, as I’d never triggered such unmasked passion in her before, and I wondered if I could keep pace with her.

After the momentary alarm, I closed my eyes and let her go where she would. Her mouth travelled across my jaw and down my neck, places she’d dared not kiss me before. I felt a little guilty… had I taken things too slow? Was this what she wanted all along? Or a previously unseen moment of vulnerability? Perhaps it was an equal measure of pain and passion, but if I could ease that pain, then I would be happy to oblige. She slid one strap of my pyjama top to the side, and the feel of her mouth and tongue on my bare shoulder was exquisite. I never knew the skin there was so sensitive, and the sensation reminded me of a bug’s tiny feet shuffling across my skin.

Her fingertips combed through the hair on the back of my head and walked down my spine, tickling the small of my back. She slid her hand into the waistband of my shorts, and her fingers were warm on the bare skin of my hip. This wasn’t so bad, after all. Her other hand slipped under my shirt and cradled my back. Her touch was frightening, but also exciting. Never had I allowed someone to hold me like that before.

She nibbled on the little bit of skin between my neck and shoulder, and I mirrored some of her movements, sliding my hands under her top to drag my fingernails lightly across the skin of her back. My touch elicited a soft moan from her, and the response elated me. I loved bringing her happiness. I loved sharing this moment with her. I loved her.

Rayna pressed her soft lips against mine again. This time she slid her tongue into my mouth, and while it felt weird at first, it was still warm and welcome. Then her left hand moved lower and tugged gently at my clothing. I opened my eyes, suddenly and keenly aware that she was attempting to undress me, and a rush of adrenaline shocked my body like the bolt of lightning earlier that day. Her right hand moved from my back to my chest, and her fingertips brushed against my breast.

Without a thought, I put my hands on her shoulders and shoved hard, pushing her away from me bodily. It was a purely panicked reaction.

Astonishment crossed her face, leaving her mouth agape. “What the fuck?”

I couldn’t believe I’d reacted so violently. Hopefully, I didn’t hurt her. My whole body shook, and my voice trembled as well. “I—I’m sorry. But I don’t think I can… I r-really—I don’t think I can do this.”

She placed her hands over her face and made a short, muffled scream into them. “Ugh! Why can’t things ever be simple with you, Sylvie? Merda!”

Clumsy excuses tumbled from my mouth, but she wasn’t having it. She grabbed a pillow and stomped off downstairs to the shop floor. I didn’t know what to do, nor did I have the strength for an emotional argument with Rayna. I cried myself to sleep instead.

[arcanemoody]

Tagged by @augustjustice Thanks, Connor! TBH, I’m feeling super isolated right now. I don’t think anyone’s going to send me an ask for these, but it was helpful to at least make a list of them.

you know the drill: post the names of all the  files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or  ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most  intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

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I’m tagging (only if you want to): @esperata @chierei @basilintime

[propertypistol11]

Kadavanthra, Kochi: Locality Overview - A Vibrant Hub of Urban Living

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[raisab332012]

Answer to What actress from Hollywood’s past most resembles Meghan Markle? by Buck Flanagan

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[tenderblight]

Choking on Ashes

(TW: Blood, gore, mentions of abuse, cannibalism)

100 Years Ago, Age 11

“I have to tell you something.”

“Not right now, dear.” Sitting in front of a large mirror, the queen, my mother, patted at her upturned nose. Powdery blush turned the tip of the fluffy brush a warm pink. The vanity was just barely level with my nose when I stood on the tips of my toes. “We have to get ready for this dinner, why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Standing in my pajamas, I shifted from foot to foot. “Well—“

“Where is your brother, anyway? Silver dear? Are you ready?”

“Mom, about one of the guests—“

“What about them, Joshua?” She sighed, eyes tired when they met mine.

My mouth opened, and at that moment, the man’s voice rang in my ear. “Do you think they will believe you? Over me? They trust me, and how could I ever hurt our precious prince?”

The words died on my tongue.

“Well?” She said impatiently, “What is it?”

Snapping my jaw shut, small hands fisted my shirt. Skin crawling with the memory of hands.

“Well then, go get ready and tell me later when you remember.” With that, I was dismissed.

At the dinner party, it was announced I would begin working under general Oberon. After dinner, his hands squeezed my shoulders, looking down at me with sparkling eyes. The top of my head touched the middle of his chest plate as I strained to look up at him.

Dread settled over me as he spoke, “You will be my perfect machine.”

75 Years Ago, Age 36

At the lowest levels of the castle, before reaching the depths of the dungeon, was a cavernous room. Most days, it sat barren, empty, and cold. Only ever used for private events and parties for the elite.

Today, though, was a rite of passage.

My ascension through the ranks— the only people to be in a position above me were general Oberon and The King.

Silver had finally made it through his schooling, the title of Doctor bestowed before the feast even began.

I should’ve been happy. I should’ve felt pride.

All I felt was numb.

Music echoed down the hall I stood in, bursts of orange light from the fire show casting shadows on the wall across from me. Surprised to see Oberon as he stepped through the doorway, his gaze cast down the opposite end of the hallway, then back to me.

“There you are.” He turned the corner. “Why aren’t you celebrating? This is a big accomplishment for you. Where’s your pride?”

Pushing off the wall, I ran my hands through my hair, pushing it back and out of my face. “I… I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I feel accomplished. I do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I feel…. Numb. Like this isn’t real.”

“Ah.” He clicked his tongue, a knowing sound. “You’re not the only one.”

He extended his arm, offering his hand. “Trust me, I understand.”

Tentatively taking his hand, his thumb rubbed over the back of my knuckles, as he’d done so many times before. “My angel, there’s always a way to break free of this… paralysis of emotion. Come with me.”

Leading me down the dark hall, the music faded slowly, turning a corner, it was nearly pitch black. “Have you ever considered studying magic?”

“No, I have no gift. It would be no use to me.”

“Ah, that is where you’re wrong.” Suddenly, a ball of white light appeared, hovering inches above the palm of his hand, lighting the way. “Magic comes in many forms. True, raw strength, such as you possess— it can be boosted, through ritual, through artifacts—“

“Using such magic is treason. A sin against God.” He should know this, he’s heard the many speeches, hell, he’s given them himself.

“Ah-ah, don’t you remember what tonight is?”

The party. A heathen party— a night of sin and depravity. All to be washed away at the sunrise blessing. Sins are forgiven and wiped clean.

“I believe it’s time to give you your gift.”

At the end of the hallway, was a heavy wood door. Releasing my hand, he pushed it open. Revealing a bigger room than I imagined— almost empty, save for a massive slab of marble engraved with glowing sigils.

With a wave of his hands, the orb of light broke into pieces and flew to the corners of the room, setting it fully alight.

Laying atop the marble, a human dressed in white.

Before the confusion could settle in, he explained, “Humans, unbeknownst to many, can be used as a source of power.”

“… How so?” I followed him into the room, the door shutting, a bolt lock clicking into place.

“They may not have access to divine gifts, but they wield the power of Creation. As demons, we can learn to craft artifacts that wield power, but we cannot give it power. Humans have a special gift— they have unending wells of power stored within their makeup. If they channel this power into what they create, they could be unstoppable. Alone, without this, they are weak. Pathetically so. But if you give a human woman a needle and thread, a hat may become a party trick with unending space within it. Give a human man iron and a forge, the sword could cleanly breach a dragon’s scales.”

He paced around the altar, standing opposite of me— the human between us.

“Why don’t they use this power?”

He laughed, “they don’t know how to channel it. Your father did away with many of their most skilled, burned the heretics and their books.”

“He rid the land of witches.”

“He tried to. Truth is, every human has the ability. It is difficult to wield, they must be exceptionally smart to attempt it. But this—“ he gestured to the human, “this, we can use to our advantage. See, the human heart is a powerful thing. . .”

My heart sped up as he explained the ritual, circling the altar, coming close behind me. My stomach turned over.

“. . . and won’t the pain of transforming set you free? What is agony to numbness? Pain to emptiness?”

Even after years, the feeling of his breath on my neck made my skin crawl.

“Think about it, you can be everything your father ever wanted. More than just the warrior prince. The true heir to the throne.”

The itching feeling that we were taking things way too far nagged at my brain.

But I learned a long time ago to have faith.

That was the first night I tasted human flesh.

By the time the sun came up, I was numb no more. Covered in blood and filth, washed clean with blessed water, I knelt along with everyone else as the King acted as a mouthpiece for the divine, cleansing our souls. Wiping us clean.

Making eye contact from across the room, the subtle, dampened smile on Oberon’s face settled the fear stirring within me. Maybe it was the blessing prayed over us, maybe it was the echoing reassurance that all can be forgiven and forgotten, maybe it was the metallic tang of blood that refused to leave my mouth.

50 Years Ago, Age 61

Collapsing, my body shook, stomach turning over and heart hammering against my ribs.

Don’t vomit, don’t vomit—

A deep breath, and heavy exhale. The last of my spine snapped back into place.

“Very good, very good.” Oberon’s praise made it all worth it— the excruciating pain, the exhaustion, the transformation itself. It was worth it if he said it was.

The dingy dungeon echoed the words, the sound of his armor clinking as he stepped closer. His hand rested on my bowed head. “They say you have no divine gift, I’d stand to reckon God made you the perfect killing machine.”

Brushing back my hair, the tips of his fingers scratched down my scalp. I let out another heavy breath, my forehead falling against his gold cuisse. For a moment, the pain didn’t matter. Nothing but his attention, and praise, mattered.

Suddenly, he gripped my hair, yanking my head back sharply, forcing me to look up at him.

Crows feet etched into pale skin, blue eyes glimmering, there were a few silver hairs in his beard I hadn’t noticed before. Though I was fully grown, and he was slightly shorter than me— his presence was divine. Filling the entire room, or becoming a fly on the wall if he wished.

“Do it again, dog. I want to see what God has crafted through my hand.”

Present Day, Age 111

Buildings made of clay and wood burned all around us. Smoke choking out the sky— a surprise raid on an enemy town. Led by general Oberon. We had one task, and one task only: bring every building to the ground, and leave not a soul alive.

“Dog.” The word echoed between houses— down an alleyway that opened up into a bloodied, empty back street. Oberon’s voice commanding, calling me.

Rage was boiling inside, like molten lava, it filled my veins, burning me up from the inside. It happened every time I transformed- the pain of bones breaking and reforming, skin stretching over new muscle, teeth and claws bloody, bursting from skin and gums. Rage replaced agony. Five minutes after this transformation, I’d been loosed like a feral dog into the streets.

Honestly, it was all a blur.

But I knew my call, the general, and his disrespectful fucking pet name. Clambering over a downed wall that was more or less rubble, there he stood in all his might. A gold chest plate engraved with protective sigils. A soft metal that would otherwise never hold up in battle— a holy face, framed by grey-brown hair. His uniform was pristine— untouched, and while blood pooled at his feet, there wasn’t a speck on him.

For all the high and mighty strong man act he put on, he never got his hands dirty. Why would he? He had his dog to do his bidding. The dog he trained and groomed for years; the perfect killing machine, his pride, and joy.

Snarling, I came to a stop two paces away from him.

“There you are, what took so long?”

What took so long?

“This place should be ashes by now, have the heretics been destroyed?”

This form was useless when it came to speech— a roar replaced a yes. Tail lashing— the blood and smoke that surrounded us filled my senses. It almost looked black, puddles of blood shimmering in the light of the fires.

“Good. I knew you weren’t useless.”

Useless? Have I ever been useless?

95 Years Ago, Age 16

Spitting blood, all I could feel was pain. Screaming agony alight in every nerve. Metal connected with my ribs— the toe of his boot cracking bones.

“Get up. Get up! Useless, so fucking useless—“

His muttering continued, “I’m sorry,” I pled, “I’m sorry, I can’t, it’s— it’s too much, please, . .”

A backhand threw me back. Colliding with stone. Too weak to block, too tired to defend. Body broken and aching. “Do not apologize, it’s fucking pathetic. Weak. What am I to do with you if you cannot do the one thing you were born for? I should leave you here, let you fend for yourself. I’m certain you couldn’t fucking make it, you’ll come crawling right back. Groveling, begging, just like you always do.”

“Please,” Sobbing, I fell forward, dropping my head against the stone floor. “I can try again, I can, I can do it I promise—“

“Try again?” He mocked, “oh you will try again, you won’t stop till I tell you to stop, or you drop fucking dead. Remember; there is no place for the useless.”

Present Day

At the top of my class, there was only a single soldier under Oberon’s command that could best me in hand-to-hand combat. This town came down in five minutes flat.

Another snarl, gnashing my teeth— the gall, the fucking nerve, to speak to his prince in such a way? Who does he think he is?

The scent of blood was getting to me, my body screaming out. Hungry. Insatiable.

“Come here.”

What happened next, I couldn’t remember. Like spilling ink over a page, the moments between his request, and my coming to, were gone.

66 Years Ago, Age 45

“My Angel,”

Please stop.

“It’s like you haven’t aged a day.”

Just shut up.

“Come here, let me look at you.”

I hate you. I fucking hate you.

“I heard about your most recent raid; you’ve impressed me.”

Burn in hell.

“So many heretics put to waste, thanks to you, the kingdom can grow. The pride your father has expressed. . .”

Please, please stop.

Present Day

His chest plate was torn off, now mixed with the rubble and blood all around. His face was unrecognizable. That perfect, stern face— replaced with blood and gouged out eyes.

An iris stared up at me from my palm, drenched in blood, the blue seemed dirty.

Panic filled my being, an overwhelming sense of grief choking me. A pit opening in my center, as if I’d been gutted.

My mouth opened, blood and chunks of flesh dripping from my tongue.

No, no, no—

Squeezing around the eyes, I moved before I could think— my teeth sinking into the tough flesh.

The pit inside me only widened as I swallowed them, claws digging into the flesh over his crushed rib cage. Ripping into him, consuming, trying desperately to fill the ever-widening, painful gap inside.

His heart was still beating when I ripped it from his chest.

You can’t be gone, no, please— I still need you. Stay with me, stay forever.

Nails piercing the muscle, my jaw unhinged, swallowing it whole.

Finally— the hole filled. Temporarily satiating the grief.

“P-please, no…” my voice cracked, speaking for the first time in this form. “Please….”

Laying over the body, my breath caught in my throat, hiccuping, choking— my body slowly, painfully twisting. Deflating in size, my bones snapped back into place.

A roar turned into a raw scream, ripping from the depths of my core.

“Please come back, please come back, I still need you, you can’t— please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me, please…” blood coated my hands, a thick layer soaking into my arms, my face— tears paving streams through it.

Metal on metal, footsteps falling.

“Shit, fuck, get a doctor—“

Wheezing, I pushed myself up.

“I don’t think… I don’t think we’re going to need a doctor.” Archer stood on a pile of rubble, covered in soot and blood, staring down, eyes full of cold horror.

[cass1x1]

@Oberon [text] She told me she’d flash me if I tried to be happy. I thought she was joking so I laughed. Best mistake of my life.

[2:38am] Humans are so funny! [2:39am] I am so glad you had a good time with them

[titcnic]

Titania was still upset about the festival. Not only had Chernabog killed a royal while they were supposed to be celebrating, he dared to wage war with every kingdom. “We should do something to lift our spirits”, she muttered as she found her husband, fingers combing his hair back to give him a small kiss on the cheek. “I know it’s soon for a ball or a gathering, but I don’t like this feeling”. @lcstbov

[forever-his-ariel]

Power || Drabble

Ariel leaned against the rail, looking out over Paris. The night air was crisp and thin, and the city glowed. Oberon offered him a glass.

“And this is?”

“100 year old scotch,” Oberon said. “From my... personal stock.”

Ariel took the glass. “Should I be worried?”

“Thou dost trust me, no?” Oberon smirked, holding up a glass of his own and taking a drink.

Ariel snorted. “With all due respect, your majesty, not an inch.”

Ariel drained the glass anyways. The scotch went down smooth, a smoky flavor that filled his mouth and burned at his gills.

“I’d ask what’s on thy mind, but I suspect I already know,” Oberon said.

“Is that so?”

“Dost thou think it wise to dwell on such things?”

“Wisdom has never figured into it,” Ariel said.

“Thou art the wisest man I know,” Oberon said. “Please understand that.”

Ariel nodded, looking into the empty glass. “Is there more?”

“Absolutely,” Oberon said, pouring him another drink. “Try not to finish this one all at once this time.”

“Right.”

Below them in the street, cars sped past. It sounded like nothing.

“I buried Caliban,” Oberon said. “When I was on the island.”

Ariel nodded. “So I have been told.”

“He was just a man,” Oberon said. “Nothing more.”

“He was a slave, the same as me,” Ariel said. “His mother tore me from my family, my home. I served with him under Prospero. He died, alone, on the island he would have killed for. That is all I ever think of the man.”

“Is that so?”

Ariel paused. “He tried to hurt Miranda.”

Oberon nodded. “I know.”

“None of us had clean hands,” Ariel said.

“Thou didst,” Oberon said.

“No,” Ariel said. “No, I did not.”

Ariel drank from his glass.

“It’s not a crime,” Oberon said.

“Sorry?”

“To be attracted to power,” he continued. “Though for a man in thy position it is certainly an... interesting preference.”

“Do you really want to make our love lives fair game?” Ariel asked. “Aside from your wife-- Robin? Hippolyta? Zeus?”

“Oh, please, Zeus has slept with almost every royal creature that comes within 100 miles of Olympus, that doesn’t count,” Oberon said.

“And you wonder why the goddess of childbirth has not--” Ariel stopped himself and he saw Oberon’s jaw lock. The king stared intently into his glass.

“My apologies,” Ariel said. “That... that was too far.”

“Quite right,” Oberon said. “Though... I doubt thou’rt that far off the mark.”

“I would offer my help again,” Ariel said, “if I did not know you would refuse it. Again.”

Oberon shook his head. “I would rather not talk about this tonight.”

He stepped closer to Ariel, who could now smell the whisky on the king’s breath and hear the king’s heart beat in his chest. Ariel knew Oberon almost as well as Titania did-- he could imagine the shining saffron blood flowing through the king’s veins, the brief flashes of synapses as messages were sent from the central nervous system, the swelling of his lungs as he breathed the air that he was born to breathe-- not like Ariel, who choked with every breath he took. He knew the location of every scar, and what spells it took to heal them, and how much of a pain in the ass he was while they were healing.

And he knew that by thinking all of this, he was talking himself into something he knew was a bad idea.

“Robin was right,” he muttered.

“Robin is right about a lot of things,” Oberon said. “Which is it this time?”

Ariel locked eyes with the king. “Sex is complicated.”

Oberon smirked. “Thou hast no idea.”

[lord-puck-of-the-fae]

⚰️ + Oberon

Ariel and Titania came out of the room. Puck stood.

“The King is dead,” Ariel said. Puck could see his jaw set beneath his beard. “There was nothing I could do.”

Mavros muttered a prayer.

“You did all you could,” Titania said. “And he was not in pain. I thank you, your majesty.”

“Of course, my lady,” he said. He looked over at Puck. “I’m sorry.”

She could see the storm in his eyes. “The Queen is right, you did all you could. Did he say anything? Was there any..?”

“His last words were for Titania,” Ariel said. “He made no mention of succession.”

“He has no heir!” Mavros said. The shadows of the room vanished under the hem of his robes. “He must have said something!”

“His intention was for Robin to inherit, should we not…” Titania looked away.

“That was never his intention,” Puck said. “I am not fit to rule.”

“You do have an heir,” Ariel mentioned.

“Who will never inherit,” Mavros said. “My wife has her own queendom and in case you have forgotten, Mother will not die by natural means.”

“And is that so awful?” Ariel asked. “She won’t have to worry about succession.”

“Until she is invariably killed in battle, or in an accident, or, most likely, assassinated– sorry.”

“No that’s fair,” Puck said. “But there is someone who is eminently qualified that both of you are forgetting.”

She walked over to Titania. “Your majesty, I served your husband for thousands of years– faithfully, dutifully, and steadfast. I offer you my service, for as long as you shall live, and support your claim to Oberon’s throne.”

“Robin…” She threw her arms around Puck’s shoulders and sobbed.

“We will work out everything later,” she said. “But we all need time to grieve.”

Ariel and Mavros looked at each other, then looked away.