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waflof · 21 hours ago
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I feel like either a steampunk swing tune, or some sort of techno music would fit tails.
Specifically I feel this song would fit, because of the upbeat and charming but mechanical rhythm.
(Shamelessly plugging my favorite duo band)
Kinda loved how Sonic characters would have their own music styles. This was very noticeable in the adventure games especially.
Sonic has mostly pretty upbeat punk rock, sometimes with some pop flavor, whereas Shadow had a much heavier sound, veering on metal. Knuckles had rap music, while Rouge gets jazz. Amy gets pop music with some swing, Big gets a surfer tune, meanwhile Eggman's theme is straight up hard rock.
All this is to say that Surge the Tenrec would love industrial rock. Get that girl some Nine Inch Nails.
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444lotus · 6 months ago
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how i manifested (+revised) my dream body ౨ৎ
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This is my first post on my new account, though I am NOT new to the law and NOT new to loablr either. This post is specifically about how I manifested my dream body instantly with no technique besides knowing :)
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PART ONE - the old story
In the old story, I was so fixated on my body and my weight all of the time, I was tracking my calories and weighing myself and my food obsessively and constantly gaining and losing weight. Back then, my beliefs were that 1) Excess food causes weight gain, 2) If I don't track my food and weigh myself, I will become too fat/skinny, and 3) There is something wrong with my body, and I need to diet/exercise to fix it.
Noticing these beliefs were key to changing the way I viewed food and my body, and therefore changing how I knew food to effect me and how I knew my body to be.
When I was overweight, I knew my body was too big, I knew I was eating too much, I knew excess calories made me gain weight. When I was underweight, I knew I had no appetite, I knew I was too bony, I knew that exercise makes you gain muscle which is why I had none, etc. I had to identify the limiting beliefs that made me know my body was a certain way.
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PART TWO - writing the new story
Once I identified the beliefs that were holding me back and kept me from my goals ("I know I eat too much, even if I affirm I'm skinny, I'm still going to gain weight."), I could then change them. I wrote down a list of these beliefs, like I did above, and came up with reversals. For example;
"I overeat, so I will gain weight" -> "Calories aren't even real, so I can eat whatever I want and stay the same weight."
"I eat junk food, so I'll never be skinny" -> "I love how fast my metabolism is, I can eat junk all day and still stay so skinny." or "Junk food is just like other foods. Raspberries can't make me fat so neither can hamburgers."
"I don't exercise enough to be toned" -> "It's crazy how I'm naturally so toned and fit without trying."
The key for me was changing key beliefs that kept me dieting and exercising to lose weight, to sever the tie between calories consumed and weight, and hours exercising and muscles. These are limiting beliefs. We literally create our reality. Not ice cream, not soda and chips, none of that can overcome YOU as a divine creator. It sounds silly when you spell it out like that, doesn't it?
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PART THREE - how i did it
Okay, now we understand that the secret is to change the rules of our own reality to allow us to know a higher truth (my higher truth? I am a skinny legend). So how do we put this into practice?
All you have to do is know. You set these rules, so you know they are true, reality is bound to them. You must know you are successful, know that reality is in the 4d, and feel truly satisfied in that realm. You can do this using whatever method you need to, but personally, I just knew deep within me that I was my ideal weight, and that nothing could change that, that is simply the reality, that is simply the way things are. I thought about old pictures I took of myself, and remembered how skinny I looked in them, I thought about the last time I saw my friends and how much littler they said I'd gotten, I thought about the last time I stood on the scale and how it read the exact weight I knew myself to be. And I just knew, deep within me, that was simply how things were.
And the last step, for me, was to feel truly joyful at this realization. To feel satisfied it came into fruition. Without seeking confirmation, because I already KNEW.
And what do you know? Pictures of myself in my phone from weeks ago, they were my ideal body. The girl I saw in the mirror when I stood up from my meditation? She had my ideal body. My clothes? XS and S, all of them. I had revised my ideal body all the way back to the day I bought them. And confirmed this by checking pictures I took in the dressing room.
I'm telling you right now it is possible if you know in your heart you've always had your desire. It's always been fulfilled within you. You make the rules because you are a divine creator. Nothing outside of you can change what you know to be true.
That's all for now ౨ৎ
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shomatoriashi · 4 months ago
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09/10/24; 06:15pm
{ 18+ headcanons / drabbles }
[ your first time with them ]
featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel
[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
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your first time with sylus happened on a whim; it was completely unplanned and simply occurred because you had both gotten so needy for each other.
sylus was away on a business trip, and you were left to your own devices, waiting for the day he could finally return to you. days turned into weeks, and the weeks piled up until close to 2 months had passed.
so when sylus announces his return one late evening as you were making your dinner for the night, you caught sight of his stupidly handsome smirk and dropped all of your utensils. with a should of his name, you jumped into his arms within seconds of him stepping into the kitchen, lips already latched on to his in a searing kiss that you didn’t wish to remove yourself from.
such deep kisses was void of any grace and poise, simply serving as evidence of your mutual yearnings as teeth were felt lightly nipping against your lips. the moment sylus slides his tongue within the hot confines of your mouth, you knew that you were an absolute goner.
he swallows your moans with his searing kisses, arms already wrapped around your frame as he carries you back into the safety and privacy of your shared bedroom. becoming so caught up in his kisses, you didn’t even realize when he had laid you in bed until you felt the soft padding of the mattress beneath your back.
clothes were carelessly tossed to the ground, making a pile that mixed his pristine suit with your regular sleepwear, leaving you both bare. each of your gazes were filled with hunger, eyes becoming dilated as you let the desire and love you felt for sylus fill you to the brim. despite how you had never been intimate before, you knew that sylus held all the patience in the world when it came to you.
butterflies were felt erupting across your abdomen when sylus places his hands on your hips, keeping it still before gently spreading your legs. heat was felt dotting against your cheeks when his devilish grin meets with your gaze. with how devastating your lover was, it was hard to keep your heart in check as you felt its rapid palpitations nearly choking you, filling you with an almost sweet anticipation.
featherlight kisses trail across your inner thighs, earning a gasp from you when sylus pulls your hips even closer to him. the tip of his nose coupled along with the sensation of his lips against your slick heat makes your hands go into his hair immediately, instinctively keeping him in place.
you felt him breathe in the scent of your arousal and notice the way he trembles in response. “you smell divine, sweetheart.” his voice takes on a guttural tone, making the slickness seem to increase as you could feel your cunt practically aching with need for him.
“sy, please… i-i… i need you…”
you beg for him, earning a pleased grunt from the onychinus leader. he says your name one last time before surging forward with the intention to completely devour you. a wet tongue prods and reaches deep inside of your heat, allowing sylus to fully taste the sweet nectar of your arousal all while letting out a groan.
from the way he was so eagerly eating out of your cunt, it was clear that he was becoming addicted to the sheer taste of you. with your moans echoing throughout the room, sylus laps up all that you had to offer, seeming to pull at something felt deep within your abdomen, ready to snap within mere seconds-
yet as quickly as that sensation of release came, it was ripped away from you within mere seconds when sylus removed his hot mouth from your now aching pussy. several whines of protests fall from your parted lips when you suddenly felt an uncomfortable intrusion becoming sheathed inside of you.
through your pleasure-filled haze, you became dimly aware of a sharp pain that was felt when sylus’s hips suddenly rammed into yours. your breathing becomes labored, yet it seemed like sylus was having an even harder time keeping his composure.
“f-fuck… you’re so tight.”
feeling your heart racing, you look down and finally saw how sylus had thrusted the entirety of his erect cock deep inside of you, remaining connected to you. you let out a low hiss at the sensation of being filled to the brim with sylus, the prior emptiness you felt now being gone as you lay back in bed.
with tentative movements, you move your hips in an upward motion, causing sylus to let out a growl in response, with his hand clutching at the sheets. “kitten-“
“move sylus, please… i’m begging you!”
letting out a single, broken grunt of your name, sylus tosses both of your legs over his shoulder, shamelessly pounding into you as you felt what heaven was like thanks to his cock alone.
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it was your one year anniversary with zayne, so of course he had to do something special to celebrate this special occasion. because he loved you so much, zayne actually took some time off of work in order to spend the day with you.
and your lover did not disappoint you one bit.
the moment you were awakened with zayne’s gentle kisses, he had spent some time spoiling you. from cooking you your favorite breakfast, to taking you out on shopping expeditions and a dinner date, your heart was filled with utter and unconditional love for him.
so it came as no surprise when you decided to do something special for him, which came in the form of giving him your first time.
the moment zayne unlocks the door to your shared home, you trapped him against a wall and fell to your knees for him. his eyes go wide, with him letting out a sweet stutter of your name, watching you with pure fascination when you manage to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers.
you bask in the way zayne flushes a deep red, getting to work while freeing his half-hardened cock as you gently stroke him, working him to full hardness.
i love you; you silently tell him, hoping that you could convey such intense feelings for him with your gaze and actions alone before leaning forward with your mouth wide open, allowing your tongue to wrap around the head of his cock. zayne’s reaction was immediate as he tosses his head back, hands already delving into your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock.
you hum at the unfamiliar taste of him, licking away the beads of precum that fell from his mushroom tip. despite never giving a man oral before, you allowed zayne’s pleasured grunts and groans to further motivate you. you clench your eyes shut, now using the tip of your tongue to trace at the pulsating veins that were felt across the entirety of his length.
the more you gently sucked and prodded at his cock with your tongue, the more frequent zayne’s moans became, and you were so close to having him twitch before releasing everything that he had into your awaiting mouth had he not have pulled you away from him.
his gorgeous eyes were now dilated, hiding its once brilliant hues as zayne holds you within his embrace before kicking aside his pants and boxers. “no, i refuse to release myself in your mouth. what i want more than anything else is to give you pleasure, too.”
unable to take you back to your shared room, zayne places your pliant form against the couch, spreading your legs for him while quickly pumping his cock, making sure that he remained hard for you. your cunt was burning with need for him when you caught sight of his thick cock from your periphery, mouth watering with anticipation.
with one final groan of your name, zayne grips at one of your thighs before directing his erection toward your entrance, allowing his tip to trace at your pussy lips, collecting your arousal to ensure that his cock was wet before sheathing himself deep inside of you.
broken moans were heard coming from zayne, leaving you breathless as you slowly got used to his large size. there was a discomfort felt within your lower abdomen, but the way zayne let out such soft groans was enough to make the moisture flood within your core.
desperate for him to move, you ran on instinct, trying to chase your release when you moved your hips in an upward motion, successfully snapping the man out of his trance when he meets every single one of your thrusts with his own, his hair already turning damp as he focused solely on making love to you, basking in each new sensation of pleasure that was felt while remaining connected to you.
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“friends should know how each other tastes, don’t you think so?”
xavier had somehow convinced you to start a strange, friends with benefits relationship with him. the young hunter had no interest in befriending other members of the opposite sex-
with you being the sole exception.
at first, you felt nervous about giving your first time so carelessly away to a man that was always “just a friend” to you, yet xavier became utterly passionate, stating how he was inexperienced with intimacy as well and just wanted to do something to change it.
“i don’t like the idea of sleeping around, and i would much rather give my first time to someone that i trust. someone like you.”
when xavier confessed such feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. in fact, you trusted xavier just as much as he trusted you. and the fact that you found the young man to be incredibly handsome-
well, why wouldn’t you try giving your first time to him?
after much deliberation, you end up succumbing to each other’s curiosities, taking off your clothes before getting onto your bed. with xavier’s face against your slick core and his hardened cock over you, it was clear what he wanted to do.
so as his tongue was felt flattened against your cunt, you lean up to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his cock. you feel the way he twitches slightly once your hot mouth was felt surrounding the entirety of his erection. while you tried to focus on pleasuring him, you also became distracted with how eagerly he was devouring your aching cunt, acting like a man starved as he sought after every last drop of your arousal. you were so close to releasing-
yet strangely enough, xavier managed to resist climaxing within your mouth. as he continues his ministrations against your slick heat, you ended up releasing way before he did. upon reaching your completion, your mind was left in a haze, your mind barely registering the fact that xavier had already removed his erection from your mouth and was already hovering over you.
his arms trap you against the bed, sky blue eyes hidden beneath an eclipse that served as evidence of his lust for you. taking a hold of your hand, he places a kiss at the back of it before gently moving his cock back and forth against your cunt.
“forgive me… but i lied when i said that friends need to know how each other tastes.” you meet with his gaze, only to feel your eyes widen when he suddenly surges forward to kiss you deeply.
you found yourself returning his kisses, delving your hands into his golden locks of hair, pulling him ever so closer to you. your sudden actions make the tip of his cock enter your cunt, the sensation making you both toss your head back.
xavier takes a hold of your hips, gripping them tightly with both of his hands, “i’m sorry… i love you… and i want to make you mine.”
your eager moans and the way you wrapped your legs around his hips were all the confirmation xavier needed to surge forward, claiming you as his entirely when his cock was nestled so nicely inside of you, allowing him to drag his length back and forth as he basked in the squelching sounds of your lovemaking.
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when you told rafayel how you were ready to take your relationship to the next level with him-
the young artist wasted no time when it came to preparing you.
his eyes became clouded over in a sea of blackness, hiding the color of his irises from you when he manages to scoop you into his arms and walk back with you toward your shared bedroom.
he takes his sweet time, taking off your clothes, unwrapping each one of them in a manner that was reminiscent of a man opening a precious gift. with each newly revealed inch of skin came with rafayel’s passionate kisses against them. he left no part of your body untouched, worshipping you from head to toe with little hesitation.
only when he finally slots himself between your legs did you realize just how far he would go to pleasure you. with his slender fingers and tongue continuously thrusting and prodding against your entrance, you found that it became increasingly difficult to keep all coherency.
gone were your thoughts as you lost count of the sheer amount of times you had came into rafayel’s eagerly awaiting mouth. you had released so many times, becoming so overly sensitive in the process that you even started to cry.
only when the lemurian had brought you to such a brink of desperation did he finally allow the last thread of his control to snap, tossing aside his clothes before pressing the tip of his erection against your core.
embarrassingly enough, while rafayel slowly worked his way inside of your sweet cunt, you felt your walls tighten around him, already cumming the moment he was fully sheathed inside of you. such a sensation was enough to make your lover hiss in response, yet he manages to hold on, refusing to climax so soon.
“hah… i should have known better than to over stimulate you… but- it’s because of my actions that i know you won’t be in pain.”
you were unable to speak coherently when rafayel suddenly thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace that manages to take your very breath away. not wishing to separate yourself from him for even a single second, your arms wrap themselves around his neck while your legs do the same with his waist, pressing him even closer to you.
his cock manages to reach even deeper inside of you, earning a gasp from the man as you felt yet another release approaching. you begged rafayel to keep going, basking in the way he speeds up his movements, feeling his hips piston in and out of you at a breakneck pace, begging him to never stop as you prayed that this moment would last forever.
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end notes: life has gotten a little stressful for me, so i decided to destress while writing more thirst posts about my favorite lads men 😭 currently unedited; but i’ll make any changes once this is posted!
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
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stars-in-a-jam-jar · 9 months ago
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I don't think Buddy asks Helio any questions.
Kristen asked 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' because she believed in all the good things she was taught, but noticed the strange disconnect between the world as it was and the world as it was taught to her. So she thought, surely, if I can't come up with the answer, Helio will have it. And she hates him for dodging her question.
Buddy is far more deluded than Kristen ever was. And he is far, far angrier inside as a result, even if he deliberately conceals this fact from himself to protect himself from the inevitable mental breakdown this would cause. Buddy is not as altruistic and giving and caring as Kristen is. He wouldn't question why he was betrayed or dig into a question like 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' Those aren't the answers he needs, because of course he'd be betrayed by someone outside the church, that makes perfect sense. Of course bad things happen to good people, we simply live in a fallen world.
Or, well. He used to live in a fallen world. Now he's dead here. In Helio's divine domain.
I think Buddy, as he wanders through fields of corn to the big farmhouse where Helio is chilling out, privately thinks about the fact that Kristen Applebees' horrified expression was the last thing he ever saw before a sharp pain in his throat. I think Buddy assumes Helio knows he's thinking this and apologizes for bringing thoughts like that into paradise. I think he thanks Helio for recognizing his devotion and bringing him here once he died and dutifully deceives himself about his own rising emotions at contending with the fact that he's dead now.
After all, he was raised to die. He was raised to want to die.
To want to be here with his god whenever it was he called Buddy to him. So he doesn't feel upset, no, of course not. He's just a little surprised at how sudden it was. (How completely random. How unceremonious and unfair.) He's a little bit worried how his grandparents would react to the news is all. (He cracks a joke that maybe he'll see them here shortly after they do get the news. He doesn't laugh at it.) He had his own plans for how he'd spread the good word in life, but of course, Helio had other plans. (Nothing Buddy ever wanted really mattered. He knew that, he knew the will of Helio was the real thing that mattered, and everything else was just a small list of preapproved extracurriculars in the syllabus of his life.)
He can't be upset about this.
He shouldn't be upset about this.
This is his reward.
This place and these people and this god are his reward for a life of service and devotion and walking in the light.
It's not his place to be upset about his own reward. Kristen got upset when she went to heaven, when she met Helio, and look where that got her.
Look... look where that got her.
He thinks he hates her. For looking at him like that. All the ways she looked at him. Like he was something pitiful and contemptible. Someone she needed to threaten away from her little brother. Someone she has to double and triple check if he's going to revive her when he's under magical oath to do just that or lose his connection to a divinity she threw away after being chosen.
And then. In that last moment, she looked at him and he saw grief and horror and caring. Like his death was awful and unfair and tragic.
And he thinks maybe he hates her for that. For challenging him every conversation they had and looking at him like she knew something he didn't. Like she was above him. Like killing your own god twice in life is a preferable fate to living for the promise of eternal sunlight and cornbread in death. A promise which was kept to him.
Kristen was promised to Helio, too.
And he can't unsee her face. He can't move along and focus on what truly matters (Helio, the church, spreading the word, doling out divine punishment when needed) because he's reached the end. There is nothing left. Only this bright sunny cornfield and a god who... is nice. And who cares about him, personally. He got Buddy's name wrong the first and only time they held audience.
He thinks he hates Kristen, and he hates that that hatred isn't immediately squashed out of his soul just by being here. In paradise. Where he belongs. Where every follower of Helio belongs. Where he never has to have anyone look at him the way Kristen did ever again.
I don't think Buddy Dawn asks Helio any questions. Because how do you ask the god you devoted every waking minute of your life to, 'Why do I hate it here? Why does this feel like hell?'
(There's a part 2 now that the next ep is out >:3)
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lxnarphase · 2 months ago
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━ dear sukuna...♡
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✷ synopsis .ᐟsome of my personal headcanons for heian era!sukuna ♡
✷ content .ᐟ heian era!sukuna x fem!reader, oc mention [nonromantic], fluff, teasing, name for sukuna's stomach mouth, sad childhood (poor kuna :<)
✷ lunar's note .ᐟ these are just a few headcanons ive wanted to share about heian sukuna but i have so many more that i will 100% make another one of these for this sukuna AND different sukuna's, like fratboy!kuna, modern!sukuna, jujutsu high teacher!kuna, etc. whatever other aus i think of !! i hope u guys like my silly lil thoughts :33
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sukuna was abandoned by his mother and father at a young age as his more monstrous features began to develop. the village he was born into grew to despite him as a young boy, blaming any misfortune on his existence. it got to a point that they figured the only way to get rid of the bad luck in the village was to kill him. before this, a sorcerer woman named chiyo, quickly got him to safety and cared for him as he grew older.
during his childhood, sukuna nearly burned down an entire forest trying to learn how to use divine flame. he hasn't told anyone beause he still gets overly embarrassed when he thinks about how badly he fucked up.
during his time with chiyo, sukuna met uraume. he practically dragged uraume home and simply said "this one can cook. they are staying" and chiyo just sighed and accepted it. he always seemed to have a thing for strays.
when chiyo became older, she became extremely sick and ended up passing. because of the bond he formed with her, sukuna couldn't accept her death and ended up transforming her into a curse. instead of being monstrous, however, chiyo is relatively human looking...but now just an old lady who huffs playfully at sukuna for not letting her sleep.
while he does have concubines, sukuna wants a wife who can keep up with him. yes, being gifted the finest women is a pleasure and fuels his ego, but he wants to ensure the person he marries checks all the boxes. no one knows him best except himself, after all
if any concubine or servant is caught speaking ill of his wife, uraume, or chiyo, sukuna will not hesitate to kill them. after all, he selected them to be the closest people in his life. if someone questions his decisions, they have no worth to him.
sukuna gets extremely grumpy whenever you get sick because he just. cannot figure out how to take care of you without being too overbearing or accidentally calling you weak. yes, he's one of the most powerful sorcerers to walk the earth, but seeing you sweat from a fever makes him feel weak and he projects a little bit.
sukuna's stomach mouth was playfully named 'mokuna', or 'moku for short, by chiyo as a combination of mouth and sukuna. he swears up and down he hates the name, but the mouth on his abdomen can't help but grin and grumble happily when it's referred to by a name.
he will never admit it, but sukuna has a massive sweet tooth. yes, he will steal candy from a baby, he does not care. if it smells sweet and makes his mouth water, he wants it.
sometimes, when sukuna is sleeping, moku will still be 'awake' and will try to communicate with you. it can't speak verbal words very well, but it's so expressive that you find it relatively easy to figure out what it's trying to say.
sukuna is a shitty liar when moku is visible because if he tries to act grumpy and upset at the sweet cooing and petting your giving him, mokuna is practically purring, giving you a little lick on whatever part of you it can reach. it's so fucking cute too when he tries to hide the pink tinge on his ears
sukuna LOVES water, he loves soaking in the onsen for hours, loves swimming in large ponds and lakes. he turns into a little kid when he seems a big lake with crystalline water and will not hesitate to stop everything he's doing to drag you into the water with him
when he sleeps, sukuna will purr a little if he's having a good dream...if you get lucky, you might catch mokuna awake, trying not to laugh at it's host acting like a kitten in his sleep.
sukuna very rarely has nightmares, but occasionally will have short but vivid dreams about his childhood. he will never admit they bother him, but you know something is up when you feel him playing with your hair in the middle of the night. you let him have his moment, pretending to be asleep against his chest as he busies himself with your hair to distract his mind.
uraume and chiyo are the biggest gossips when put together, and while sukuna does his best to act as thought he thinks gossip is pointless, he's always listening attentively when they get to talking. "the new servant was caught sleeping with the local seamstress' husband? how whorish of him...was he the top or bottom?"
sukuna really, really, really likes seeing you in gold. if he could, he'd stare at you all day, in nothing but gold and jewels on the bed, looking like his little gold hoard as if he's some kind of dragon. if he wasn't so jealous, he'd have you like this publicly so everyone would know what a goddess would look like. but, he knows he'd violently maul anyone who sees you naked...that's for him and him only.
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sxorpiomooon · 29 days ago
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How do men view you? A pac reading
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Pile 1-
They see you as a damsel in distress also this pile is too smooth with their words and I wanted to say that it's almost as if they lure men in and that was the exact moment this whimsical siren tuning started playing somewhere and this is the vibe that I'm getting. Almost all of the time you are telling men something they know it's bullshit and you are manipulating them but they just let it be😭😭 I see them just sort of not caring. This pile might also be very good with their mouth. LMAOOOO pile one let me tell you, alot of your male friends are only your friends because you do not want anything more or have not indicated anything more yet. None of these guys want to be your friend and I see them waiting for their chance and the moment they get the opportunity they are going to grab it. For some of you, these men might be trying to manipulate you if you are going through a hard time by portraying as they are supporting you but they just have ulterior motives so be careful of those men who support you too much even when you are wrong they just want to go to bed with you the exact words I'm hearing
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ooooo you challenge them and piss them off. This is mainly through word exchange and debating. You challenge men alot and they find you mentally stimulating this pile might have or will have rivals to lovers/ enemies to lovers with someone. Men find you complex and appealing and find themselves drawn to you even when they despise you. You might at times find men starting debates with you over the most silly reasons but it'll just be their own way to talk to you. It's almost as if they are doing all that because they know they won't be able to get you to talk to them normally in other ways. They think you are very high standards too men might restraint themselves from directly confessing to you bc men are scared by women like this usually. They are very attracted to you tho pile two trust me perhaps some of you might have never been in a relationship before it's not because men don't like you it's because they know they can't handle all that
Pile 3-
Alot of men that seemed to or are supposed to have given up on you HAVE not. It's surprising to me to see how men are just waiting for their chance. Alot of men are not your boyfriend simply because you've not yet given them the chance to it's like everyone's waiting for their turn. Are you someone who believes in concepts like fate karma or soulmates alot? I think if yes men might even try to manipulate you into thinking that they are the "one" for you. Men think of you as someone who's cold and sexy I'm also hearing intimidating. Some of you do that latina makeup or that tiktok makeup and they find it very sexy I'm seeing boys teasing each other over your names. You might have alot of rumors about you or misconceptions but girl it's jus bc ur pretty and everyone's talking about you always. Idk if you know this or not but men fight for you alot too or might want to show themselves as heroes in order to get your attention. Men from the same friend group might like you.
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Extremely feminine, if you don't dress extreme feminine and by extreme I mean quite literally extreme you act like it alot. I'm seeing bows, coquette etc anyways men might see you as someone who's very very divine feminine therefore very attracted towards you. They might constantly want to surrender themselves to you oooo this pile is good. You know the game pile 4🙏. Men also see you as someone who is very innocent dainty and deer like. They might also get the illusion that you'll save them this pile has pisces cancer placements I'm also having visions from the love witch it's something similar to that and I keep seeing lana del rey again and again I'm also seeing a deer. Men want to surrender and sacrifice themselves to you completely and might be ready to do alot of things for you😭 you also attract alot of crybabys who might want you to nurture them.
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arijackz · 10 months ago
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PICK A CARD: What Will Your FS Admire Most About You?
⚤ “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda
Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, disregard any pronouns that do not apply to you.
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p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4
✠ Pile One ✠ (King of Cups,Page of Cups,The World,7)
✧ Cards went wiillldddd. You stir up so much emotion in this person, it’s crazy. Your heart chakra is front and center here. You are picture-perfect harmony and universal love to your spouse. Your love can’t be contained, you love them, your friends, your favorite mug, worms out in the rain, strangers, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.
✧ All I see is a wide-ass smile, the biggest, wateriest eyes, and full cheeks. Your spouse thinks you’re sunshine-incarnated.
✧ This will sound corny, but your heart and love for the world and all its diversity make you appear angelic; God’s gift to humanity. The emotional depth you have is nothing shy of divine. Your ability to understand and reconnect your person with their inner dreamer makes you irreplaceable in their eyes. 
✧ I feel like your future spouse had to navigate around a lot of emotionally stunted people who left scars that prevented them from forming healthy relationships. Your empathy and desire to make space for peace and unity in this world give them hope that true love is alive and they are the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call an angel, theirs.
✧ I smell salt and hear waves. (I bet you’re tired of the cheesy poetry but HEY, me and your boo are OBSESSED with your energy) You truly are as beautiful and powerful as the seven seas.
✧ You know the Ouroboros, and how it's sometimes depicted as a snake wrapped around the oceans, holding onto its tail to keep the world together? Yea, that. To your future partner, you hold the key to their world. You add so much color and vibrancy. You turn over their inner ocean and awaken so much repressed child-like wonder within them.
✧ Wow. Your spouse loves the depths of you.
✧ Check for water placements, signs, and houses, in your natal chart. Some of you have insane intuition and have clairsenses. Clairaudience to be specific.
✧ Some of you are active in charities or aspire to make a difference in society. Maybe you’re into esoteric practices or anything else metaphysical.
✧ I even have a few philosophers here. Okay, KANT! (somebody please get this joke)
She Excites the Seven Seas
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✠ Pile Two ✠ (Ace of Pentacles,8oW,The Emperor rev., “I Want”)
I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me
✧ Of course, you don’t have to be a woman but that TikTok sound SCREAMED at me. Your future spouse is lowkey intimidated by you and they love it.
✧ You have big dreams. Big plans. But most importantly, a million and one ways to get you where you need to be. Your ability to say “I want this,” and then actually go out and GET it?? Your spouse is like the meme that goes “I’m a little scared, but I’m turned on.”
✧ I also see that you’re unconventional. If people have been doing whatever you want to do a certain way for years, you'll find ways to do it differently, just cause. You’re a true trailblazer. Your self-conviction is so damn alluring. Even for the people who struggle with insecurity sometimes, once you get over that hump and decide that you desire something, you fucking get it. Your partner sees you like magic. They are impressed by just how quickly your desires are set in motion for you. They feel that you are powerful and bring a great deal of power to them from just being in your proximity.
✧ You are also the “I don’t take shit from nobody” type. Not from strangers, not from your friends, your family, not even from your partner. In their eyes, you know your worth and have a strong self-foundation that nobody can tear down. There is genuine admiration and respect here. I even get the “I want to be like you when I grow up” mentality.
✧ There is a speediness to you they find very attractive. Either the way you behave, speak, or just stress about time, your pacing holds a special place in their heart. (or maybe, despite all of your responsibilities, you manage to find stillness in the chaos and slow down when necessary)
✧ The way you speak drives this person wild. It's like your voice narrates their thoughts and is the source of all of their arousal. Do with that information what you will...(don't be cruel, you make this person so nervous).
✧ I shuffled through a playlist and E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!! by Corpse came on and one of the lyrics goes,
She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eye Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh. Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise
✧ Yea, you put the fear of God into this person, but in a good way! Your presence can be chilling sometimes. Fire energy for sure. There are definitely people here from pile 2 of my first pac, “What are your most alluring qualities?”, check that out if you want to.
✧ Okay, this energy has me needing to take a LAP, bye.
"Man, I Think This Girl Tryna Plan My Demise"
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✠ Pile Three ✠ (10oW, 9oW)(no other cards wanted to come out, real stubborn)
✧ Okay so, this feels specific?... and maybe even a lil off topic but I feel called to say this
✧ I sense that you and your person are psychically connected and share the mutual feeling that the two of you are meant to cross paths. The both of you have gotten your fair share of fuckery in this lifetime and this union feels like divine justice.
✧ This sounds a little fucked up, but you guys flourish amid trauma. Dark energy alchmaziers. You best wield your potential while you’re going THROUGH it.
✧ You had to “die” and bury yourself a dozen times to get where you are today.
✧ You are a very evolved individual. Throughout your life, traumatic events and relationships have forced you to bear a lot of weight on your back and it’s like the pressure has forged you into a diamond. With each curveball life threw at you, you stood tall and pushed to make something of yourself, proving your worth after a lifetime of strife and instability.
✧ Scorpio/Capricorn and 8th house/10th house placements. (check midpoints).
✧ A lot of you have tense shoulders, upper back, shoulder, and neck pain from the unease and anxiety your body carries. You have insomnia and may even struggle with nightmares.
✧ This person you’re coming into union with is so healing.
✧ This is something the both of you broke down and prayed for on your darkest days. This is a true partner, the soul that kept yours warm when the world was so cold. You had to put your dreamier side on the back burner to survive. This person will make you feel safe to dream again.
✧ I don’t have anything specific to say because you and your person feel so secretive  You two recognize each other’s pain and are the only people you guys trust. Like not even lil ol’ me can really get through to y'all. Y’all ride AND die for each other, in this life and the next.
✧ If you’re into astrology and already have a feel for who this person is, check your guys’ composite chart. Strong Scorpio energy here.
✧ Coming into union with this person will feel like a wish fulfillment.
✧ (short pile, it felt like a quick message for those of you who feel this connection telepathically. This is probably a secondary choice.)
"I Want To Caress The Piece of Me Within You"
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✠ Pile Four ✠ (Queen of Wands, 9oP rev., 7oP, 4oP rev., the high priestess, queen of cups, “I will”)
✧ You’re a bad bitch, truly. Your fs isn’t calling you a bitch, buuuttttt she a baddie, she know she a ten! She a baddie with her baddie…. wait a minute…
✧ You may not have a lot of friends? You keep your circle tight-knit because you have been deeply hurt in the past and you guard your peace fiercely. For some of you, your home life was quite tumultuous and you struggle with financial security and inner happiness. It seemed like the world did not want you to feel good about yourself or succeed.
✧ Do you know that viral display of a deer’s ribcage with a spear through it, and how even though an attempt was made on the deer’s life, he managed to survive and lived for years after that event; all while still growing bone marrow with a giant fucking spear through its ribcage?
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✧ “A close encounter with a hunter left the deer with several broken ribs and part of an arrow embedded in its body. Remarkably, the animal survived, and bone grew around the shaft and arrowhead lodged in the creature's side."
✧ "The deer lived with the arrow inside its body until years later, when another hunter killed the animal, cut the deer open, and discovered its amazing secret…As the tough tissue formed over the arrow, it acted as a splint for the damaged rib cage, strengthening the deer's injured body.”
✧ I highlighted some words that needed emphasizing. That’s how your partner sees you. They are in complete awe of the resilience and sheer tenacity you hold. They look at you and can’t believe the person before their eyes. The troubling history you usually try to hide from your romantic partners is exactly what allures this person. 
✧ You won’t ever lay on your belly and cry about life passing you by. You aren’t the type to victimize yourself and “woe is me” your way out of self-improvement.
✧ You are quite ambitious and aim to push forward, even if the odds are stacked against you.
✧ I get the message that some people in this pile have struggled with self-harm over the years. Your partner wants to kneel down and kiss your scars like a white knight, and vow to protect you emotionally and physically for as long as you’ll have them.
✧ The spear-deer imagery is so interesting. The deer represents virality. It is a symbol of piety, gentleness, devotion, and fertility. Especially with the queen of wands, the high priestess, AND the queen of cups, you provide profound love, passion, and insight to this person. However, even as a deer, you are quite badass???
✧ You are as gentle as a strand of hair but as strong as wool. Dainty but unbreakable.
✧ They have no desire to infantilize you because they know you are already your own greatest warrior. But they don’t want you to feel that you have to fight alone. Whatever burdens are on your plate, they take away as much as possible because they want to be a piece of the paradise you fight for.
✧ This is meant to be a short pac, a Tumblr post won’t do the unbelievable strength in your character much justice. Just know that your fs is so fucking in love with you and wants to spend their life by your side because of just how awe-struck they are by you.
✧ I mean c’mon… will YOU ever forget the story of the coolest fucking deer in existence??
"I Yearn To Be the Name You Call Out in Victory"
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seat-safety-switch · 9 months ago
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One of the greatest joys in life is using your shitty old car to shut down a legitimately nice car. For any law enforcement folks reading this, I would never endorse street racing. Also, I think I heard someone shoplifting in the other room, and you should go check it out. The best kind of street racing is the street racing the other person doesn't know they're having.
Now, I've had nice cars in the past before. Once, I had a Mercury Cougar XR7 with most of its original paint. Come to think of it, I might still have it somewhere in the backyard. Hard to keep them all apart these days. Anyway, when you drive a nice car, you get this sort of ego boost every time you see a lesser vehicle. How dare you peasants not realize how inferior your base Corollae are? Only a connoisseur can truly appreciate the divine features of this fine automobile.
That kind of mentality is simply not healthy. All of us, each and every one of us, are just a few generations away from being shit-throwing apes. The fact that we managed to make a machine that gets us down the highway quickly is a total miracle, and it's not any more of one because we put a pretty logo on it and charged $20,000 extra to put precision-engineered butt manipulators in the seats. It is this problem that the very fast beater is meant to solve.
When you have a shitbox and that shitbox goes faster than a nice car, whether because of superior driving (not me) or a significant amount of horsepower (not me) or a lack of understanding of your imminent mortality (possibly me) it is a great feeling to shut down those rich folks tooling around in their "good cars." It knocks them down a peg, which keeps them from doing things like going into work and causing another housing crisis. In fact, I'm going to go out and gap some Porsches with an old rusty fire extinguisher filled with nitrous oxide right now. You should come too, so I can get a ride home after the cops bust me for shooting my engine block across four lanes of the highway.
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pa1nrema1ns · 3 months ago
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Master and Apprentice || Sung Jin-woo (Part 1 of 3)
Siren!Jin-woo x Deaf!Omega!reader
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A/N - Hello everyone! This fic was inspired by the lovely @forbidden-sunlight's siren!au. We both collaborated on this piece and it serves as a direct sequel to her imagine, so do be sure to check it out first! This story picks up right where her imagine left off.
╰┈➤ Chapter Index
🪸 Prequel by @forbidden-sunlight 🌊 Part 2: Two Intertwining Melodies 🦈Part 3: In a Sea of Fire
Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, mythical creatures au, canon divergent, a/b/o dynamics, afab!reader, suggestive themes, obsessive thoughts, slightly ooc Jin-woo (he's very reverent towards Ashborn), mentions of violence, death, and despair, forbidden romance (humans and sirens are natural enemies), eventual yandere!Jin-woo.
Word Count - 3.6k
Summary - Sung Jin-woo seeks answers about his potential mate from Ashborn in the deepest depths of the abyss.
Dividers by @anitalenia and @firefly-graphics
After what feels like an eternity, Jin-woo comes to an abrupt stop. He wasn’t tired in the slightest, but he couldn’t finish this journey unless he was in the right frame of mind. If he was going to face the sea monarch, Ashborn, then he needed to compose himself. He was his mentor’s prized disciple, after all.
Resolute in his decision, Jin-woo pinches his brow, shuts his eyes, and releases a deep, suffering sigh. He had to stop ruminating over the useless ‘what ifs’ of his current situation and focus on the matter at hand. You emitting pheromones in his presence was proof enough that you were a compatible mate, but this would be meaningless if you were unreceptive to him. It also begs the question, was humanity even capable of consorting with sirens? In search of an answer, he reminisces about the tales of old passed down by generations of his kin, as well as the many speculations made by humans.
No one knew the exact origins of his species. Most humans assumed the progenitors were Persephone’s handmaidens, punished by Demeter after Hades had taken her daughter to the underworld and forced her into becoming his queen. Some stories also claimed that seafoam  birthed them, but Jin-woo scoffed at this particularly ridiculous rumor. A scholar had recently published an article on how sirens may actually be the offspring of the river deity Achelous and a divine songstress, citing notations from various mythos on this theory. In truth, reality was far simpler than any of these far-fetched narratives.
There was just no definitive explanation for the existence of sirens. They were not interchangeable with the peaceful denizens of the ocean, known as mermaids and mermen. While all fell under the umbrella of the term ‘merfolk,’ the sirens had a far more hostile and bloodstained relationship with humans.
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Since time immemorial, his brethren were viewed as nothing but a scourge upon this world of humanity. Beautiful as a raging typhoon and every bit as devastating, the sirens served as harbingers of doom and destruction for those foolish enough to risk the perilous waters. Their heavenly voices were tantamount to the funeral dirges used to usher the dead into the afterlife. It would be understandable to believe that the sirens were the monsters in this baleful story. However, human nature at its core is fraught with wickedness, and men soon grew wise to the machinations of merfolk.
Odysseus was the first to survive an encounter with sirens. During his voyage to Ithaca, the cunning man had instructed his crew to plug their ears with beeswax, effectively blocking the intoxicating songs that had ended the lives of so many before them. Emboldened by the success of Odysseus’s scheme, other sailors began using this method to conquer the sea and establish trade routes. Within a matter of a couple hundred years, humans not only overcame their fear of sirens, but they also poached them. Huntsmen would capture, torture, and kill Jin-woo’s ancestors simply for crossing paths with them. Worse yet, these scoundrels would often murder merfolk solely to harvest their organs, bones, and scales. They would then use the defiled corpses as ingredients for commodities, medication, and even aphrodisiacs. It was truly grotesque, if not outright barbaric, and more than justified the ire his kind felt towards humanity. While they hunted for the noble sake of survival, men did it for bloodsport and money.
The horrific fates suffered by many of their beloved brothers and sisters particularly infuriated the alphas, with their robust constitutions and natural sense of leadership. With a thirst for vengeance, they began targeting and attacking ships, ports, and even beaches. The alphas considered any place or vehicle that harbored humans as eligible targets. The less temperamental betas remained neutral and avoided the bloodshed, opting to prey upon shoals of fish and other maritime animals instead. Omegas could not join in the hunt, as they were far too precious to lose. They were the most cherished and talented singers amongst the sirens and required around-the-clock protection because of their significant rarity. These were the origins of the current hierarchical structure Jin-woo adhered to.
After recalling the tumultuous history of his people in its entirety, Jin-woo clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white. This was so damn frustrating! Rather than granting him an understanding of his attraction, it just proved all the more why it was so illogical. 
Defeated, Jin-woo raises his head, opens his eyes, and continues to swim.
Another hour passes before he finds himself at the ingress of Ashborn’s lair. His enigmatic teacher lived in almost complete obscurity. Devoid of any light, and enveloped by a suffocating aura, this nautical cavern intimidated all who dared to approach it. Well, almost all that is apart from Jin-woo. He effortlessly permeates the invisible barrier designed to keep intruders at bay and ventures into his master’s spiritual domain.
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Despite being an ancient and powerful king of the sea, Ashborn made the strange decision to emulate a land-like environment in his personal chambers.
As Jin-woo manifests into the realm, his appearance gives way to a form more befitting of a land dweller. His tail separates into two legs, his scales smoothen into skin, and he loses the winged fins on his ears and back. Once finished with this metamorphosis, Jin-woo takes a deep breath. Fresh pine, grass, and flowers perfume the air as he’s greeted by a lush valley. It had been a while since he had visited, and the setting had required him to transform into a human. Interestingly, transfiguration was one of the first skills Ashborn taught him. Speaking of his mentor –
“My disciple, it is good to see you again, though you appear…troubled. Tell me, what ails you so?” A rumbling voice rings across the horizon, signaling Ashborn’s approach; the tenebrous essence of the powerful deity contrasting with the greenery of the land. He appears in front of Jin-woo as a great dark knight. Much like his surroundings, Ashborn’s current visage was nothing but an illusion. Even the bravest of warriors said that his lifelike image invoked sheer terror in their hearts.
Many speculate he possesses a massive stature, at least several leagues in height and breadth alone, with piercing eyes and endless tendrils of dark hair. Others claim he is the son of Poseidon, one of the twelve Olympians, and a God of destruction who presided over the sea. However, Jin-woo never once witnessed this side of his teacher in all the years he’s been under his mentorship. Ashborn certainly exuded dignity, but he still displayed a humble attitude. And without fail, he would always appear in that strange, armored suit whenever he was in Jin-woo’s presence.
“My teacher, I must ask for your help on an urgent matter,” Jin-woo starts, anxiously running his tongue across his bottom lip. “This morning, while I was scavenging, I stumbled across the unmistakable aroma of an unmarked omega. It…it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. As if I was being beckoned by someone or something. I wanted, no, I needed to heed its call.”
Ashborn listens in silence, his expression indiscernible. Jin-woo continued.
 “When I arrived, I was in front of a monstrosity of a ship – a yacht right by the sandbanks. At first, I assumed that someone had taken an unfortunate siren captive. But when I finally saw her–”
“You recognized she was human. Not only that, but she belongs to the lowest level of the hierarchy, an omega. Speak if I am wrong, my dear pupil.” Jin-woo lowers his head in shame, fringe obscuring his eyes. This action all but confirms it.
“I don’t know what to do or how to proceed, teacher. Everything I’ve learned about these creatures has made me detest them. But I can’t bring myself to hate her. How could this even be possible? We are not even of the same species. She’s my enemy, my prey…. At least, she’s supposed to be.” His voice lowers into a near whisper as he ends his confused rambling.
“And yet you don’t view her that way, do you child?” Ashborn poses a question he already knows the answer to but needs to hear in his pupil’s own words.
“No, I don’t,” Jin-woo replies grimly. “I yearn to know more about her. And not just that. I want to meet her, court her, and make her mine. If she’ll even have me, that is… So please, teacher, tell me if there is any meaning behind what I feel. Am I destined for something that bears no place in reality?”
Ashborn remains uncharacteristically quiet while faced with such a loaded question. All is eerily silent for a few moments, save for the cheerful chirping of the illusionary songbirds. At last, the monarch gazes at Jin-woo and gives him the answer he so desperately desires.
“It is entirely possible Sung Jin-woo, alpha of Jindo island, for I am proof of such a fantastical circumstance. My first and only love was also a human omega. A woman I devoted my entire being to over a millennium ago.”
Jin-woo’s eyes widened in shock at this revelation. His mentor had fallen in love at some point, and it was with a member of the human race? This was unheard of.
“I never knew you had a lover,” Jin-woo murmurs softly. “What was she like? Do you still remember everything about her after so many years?”
“Let me show you, my disciple. It is a tragic tale that words alone cannot properly convey.” With a wave of Ashborn’s hand, their surroundings began to morph and alter. The valley transforms into a spacious, yet quaint medieval village composed of several wooden houses with a bustling marketplace at its center.
When Jin-woo regains his bearings, he notices his mentor has also metamorphosized. A man with a sun kissed complexion, long dark hair, and a beard stands where he once stood. Though visibly unrecognizable, he was unmistakably Ashborn. A crimson cape was clasped to the pristine silver armor he wore. A paladin. Jin-woo recalls. He had some knowledge of the past lives of men through his rare excursions onto the Mainland. While disguised as a human, Jin-woo once traded in his goods for a textbook on history. He was loath to admit just how intriguing he had found it.
Ashborn speaks, his voice no longer resonating within the confines of shadowy steel.
“It was here in this village that I came across her. She was the only daughter of a peasant farmer. A strong-willed, rapscallion of a woman with a wit sharper than any blade. I can remember her beauty, her warmth, and her tenacity as clear and concise as the day we met.” He says with a wistful gaze. The scene then shifts to a woman in a pure white gown. Her eyes remained hidden, but it did nothing to impede upon her loveliness. The woman runs animatedly towards a man who looks identical to Ashborn’s borrowed likeness and leaps into his arms. The man then effortlessly spins her around before bringing her into a kiss. Jin-woo watches on, mesmerized by what was unfolding in front of him.
“I feared her rejection once she knew the truth of my identity,” Ashborn admits. “On the night we first made love, I finally revealed to her my status as ruler of the sea. However, it did not matter. She loved me wholly and unconditionally, regardless of who or what I was. Such was the strength of her resolve.” In the next instance, they return to the same valley from earlier. What differs this time is that the man and woman are there, unacknowledging of Jin-woo and Ashborn’s presence. Lost in their own special world. The woman has a flower crown on her head, and she sits on the grass, holding the man’s head in her lap. Both appear happy and at ease.
“For the first time in my existence, I experienced true contentment. I long to return to those days, but alas, our bliss did not last.”
Ashborn solemnly shuts his eyes as darkness overtakes the sky and rain falls. The man is now shown standing at a grave with an expression of anguish marring his face. The woman is nowhere to be seen, although Jin-woo knows exactly where she’s at.
“A plague was scourging the land and indiscriminately ending the lives of thousands. I tried to protect her with my magic, but it was to no avail. She fell gravely ill despite my best efforts. I discovered shortly thereafter that omegas were more susceptible to sickness than their contemporaries. If I had known beforehand, I would’ve brought her to the sea with me, away from that damned disease. But I was a fool who was willing to love and live with her as a man, not as a king. And as punishment for my hubris, an ailment snuffed out her life.”
At the end of his recollection, Ashborn’s lair returns to its original state. His mentor had also regained his shadowy exterior. The valley appears completely untouched by time, as if it were still one thousand years in the past. That’s why his lair looks like this. Jin-woo thinks as he finally recognizes its significance, It was their personal sanctuary. After a few moments of silence, Ashborn speaks.
“Although our circumstances are similar, you still have the privilege of choice. I cannot turn back time, nor can I change the past, but I am grateful. I experienced unspeakable grief, yes, but I also would have never encountered such love, tenderness, and passion had I not taken a chance on my omega. You, my disciple, still have free rein over your decision. Should you choose to pursue this woman, you have my blessing and irrefutable proof that she is a viable mate for you. If not, you will still receive my unwavering support in your future endeavors. The choice is yours to make.”
Jin-woo’s throat bobs. He feels an incredible sense of guilt at unearthing his master’s secret.
“My teacher, I apologize for prying into your past. I – I did not mean to bring up painful memories for you. I cannot imagine what you have endured. As of right now, I am not sure what it is I want, but I know for a fact I cannot give up on this human. I will need some time to contemplate and sort out my feelings. If you will excuse me.”
Jin-woo bows his head before turning to take his leave. As he approaches the exit, a sudden thought emerges at the forefront of his mind.
“Teacher, there is one more question I must ask. This human, she does not speak with words. She communicates with her hands and gestures. Is this some type of sorcery or spell that she’s casting?”
“It is most likely sign language, a manner of non-verbal communication used by humans who are unable to vocalize or hear. Perhaps she cannot speak, or has a hearing impairment, so she must express herself through other means.” Ashborn answers, curiosity lacing his voice.
Jin-woo feels his heart sinking. A siren’s serenade played a pivotal role in the mating ritual and was performed just prior to consummating an eternal bond. If what Ashborn said is true, then there is a possibility you could be immune to his song. This meant he wouldn't be able to use it on you when the time came…
He grits his teeth as he remembers your smiling face. Try as he might, Jin-woo just could not get you out of his head, nor was he willing to let you escape his grasp. You may not have realized it yet, but you had unknowingly sunk your fangs into him and the seeds of obsession were already beginning to take root. Rather than being discouraged by Ashborn’s observation, he instead finds himself reinvigorated.
“Teacher, disregard everything I said earlier. I now know what it is I must do.”
Ashborn peers into the eyes of his disciple, relieved by the determination that lights them. This was much more like the obstinate young man he knew.
“I choose to seek this omega and stake my claim, no matter what challenges may await the two of us,” Jin-woo proclaims proudly. “I will make her mine, but only if she consents to my proposal. And if not through song, then through other courtship methods. I am strong, stronger than any other alpha in my territory, and I know I can protect her from all who would wish her harm. I won’t let my mate slip through my fingers.”
“But what of maladies and the passage of time? You can fight against gods and monsters until the end of your days, but sickness or her ephemeral lifespan will not spare this young woman. In the end, your time with her shall be fleeting.” Ashborn ruthlessly counters Jin-woo’s declaration of protection.
Jin-woo bites his lip, not expecting this development. However, before he can muster a response, his mentor graces him with an answer.
“I know of one way you can overcome this. There is a recipe for an elixir known as the Holy Water of Life. It is a miraculous potion that can imbue invulnerability to communicable diseases, extend lifespan, and transform the consumer into a siren. I unfortunately did not have knowledge of such a panacea while I was with my love. Of course, I live with the regret of not discovering it sooner, as now I have no such use for it, but this does not mean I will idly stand by and let history repeat itself with my protégé.”
With a flash of light, an ancient scroll appears in front of Jin-woo. It unravels by itself to reveal its contents to him. Jin-woo’s eyes widen as he reads. Is this…?
“Behold. The ingredients for crafting the Holy Water of Life. I bequeath this boon unto you, my disciple. However, heed my warning as the acquisition of these components requires you to conquer all 100 floors of the Demon’s Castle and to defeat its king, Baran. This is a treacherous dungeon that may claim your life if you are unprepared for it, but it can also impart you with unspeakable power should you prevail.”
Jin-woo perks up at this information, his interest now fully piqued. “Tell me, master, where can I find the Demon’s Castle?”
“It hides far away, in the city of Seoul, within an incorporeal dominion. It is a flame-ridden landscape that will require you to assume the form of a human to enter the castle. Knowing all the risks it entails; do you still accept my offer?”
“I do,” Jinwoo confidently states.
“Very well,” Ashborn nods his assent, and a key materializes into Jin-woo’s palm.
“Use this key to open the gate to the Demon’s Castle. I have also implanted it with the coordinates to the dungeon’s location. You need only close your eyes and grasp onto the key to visualize it.”
Following the instructions, Jin-woo sees a map that details the exact distance from his current whereabouts to the metropolitan area of Seoul. It will be a lengthy trip, even with his impressive swimming prowess. He estimates it will take roughly half a day to arrive at his destination. Undeterred, Jin-woo presses onward.
“Teacher, I cannot thank you enough for all your help and guidance over these last few years. I give you my word; I will return alive and well, both with the elixir and Baran’s head. And then I will meet with the omega and court her in earnest.”
He departs without another word, although his promise relays an unspoken farewell between them. After some time passes, Ashborn stares at the vast skies of his domain and muses to himself.
“You have grown so much from when I rescued you from the Cartenon Temple all those years ago, Sung Jin-woo. I could not be prouder of you, my disciple. Till our next encounter.”
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12 hours later...
Jin-woo finally emerges from the dark, briny waters that frame Seoul’s coastline.
After leaving Ashborn’s lair, he briefly returned home to pack and prepare for the journey ahead. Both Jin-ah and his mother were worried about his sudden departure, so he did the best he could to assuage their fears by giving them a sanitized version of the truth.
Jin-woo claimed Ashborn had provided him with a list of rare ingredients that were only available for purchase in the human markets at Seoul. He even promised to bring back a box of chocolates as a souvenir, something his mother and little sister had enjoyed during one of his return trips to the surface. He then traveled the full 413-kilometer distance from Jindo-gun to Seoul, stopping only for a few hours to rest and recuperate.
As he approaches land, he assumes the form of a naked human man and walks inland from the sea. However, Jin-woo comes to a halt when he becomes more aware of his current state of nudity. While it didn’t bother him, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble if any nosy beachgoers happened upon him and asked questions. It is also…pretty embarrassing to admit that he is…wobbly on these legs. Very much so.
He quickly summons his magical inventory and grabs a simple black t-shirt, boxers, fitted jeans, and athletic sneakers (‘Adidas’, the portly sales attendant had called them). As worthless as he found human decorum to be, Jin-woo needed to remain as inconspicuous as possible while he was in disguise. Once dressed, he strolled into the city. After 45 minutes, he found himself at the designated street junction on the map. Taking a deep breath, he brings forth the key, turns it, and unlocks the gate. 
⚓︎ To be continued...
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Oh my god I loved your god x angel one. Would you be able to make something similar?
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 9948e rishen / male reader ꒱ you knew that your beloved angel was all yours, and yet you couldn't help but get a bit jealous when others looked at him. so what better to remind yourself of his loyalty than to have him on his knees and serving you on your throne?
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“I simply cannot stand it.”
your hiss through clenched teeth is greeted by only a series of splutters and chokes. a mess of drool and cum pooling at the base of your dick and dripping down your balls. just as the angel’s soft lips brush right against the sensitive skin, if only to halt.
the echoes of his spluttering sin flowing through your vast halls. all servant and follower turned away in exchange for your most loyal devotee. on his knees before your throne, as always.
your rough fingers tighten in his brown curls when you feel him nursing at particular throbbing vein on the underside of your cock. the will to stop yourself from tilting your head back brought only by the dying urge to tilt your gaze to stature.
the golden boy of the gods. rishen aryielus, at your feet. throat full of your cock; and oh so eagerly bobbing his head. as though this were his life’s mission. to get his mouth fucked and full of your divine cum.
“the way they look at you. as though you are theirs. . .”
the mere memory brings a flex to your fingers. bunching up his strands and easing a whining noise from his occupied throat.
his auric eyes flutter. beholding you beneath his lashes as his delicate fingers curl up against your thighs. clinging to your godly flesh as he tries to take more of you. even if he’s already struggling with the way you stretch him out.
it reminds you of his little hole. always so eager to clench around your girth. even with those tears in his pretty eyes and trembling whines on his lips.
“if only they knew, hmm?” you grunt, tugging at his hair. “knew that you are down on your knees for me every night. knew how you spread your legs and cream your pretty robes whenever you see me. knew you were mine.”
a click of your tongue.
“and yet here you still are. struggling to take all of me in even now. . .”
the words ignite a feral surge through your body and you cannot stop your muscles from following. your strong hand shoving his head further down. forcing him to take more than he usually does. the bucking of your hips making it none the better as you purposefully slam against the back of his throat. fucking it the way you know he pleads for in his darkest dreams.
and oh, the way that the angel’s eyes roll back. the way he drools and splutters all over your dick while clinging his nails into your satin robes — tells you all that you need to know.
“who is your god?” you sneer through your clenched jaw.
“tell me. who is your god?”
you are well aware he cannot answer; but you love to see him struggle.
through the slur of his muffled noises and choked whines you can piece together his words. you have heard them a thousand times before,
“I-I’m yours - yours my l-lord - only yours. only yours. please -”
the memory has your eyes shutting. head finally falling back into the throne with a low groan emitting through your empty halls. it’s enough to raise release within you.
as always, he is eager. alas you are in no mood to satisfy him. not yet at least.
with a rough yank you drag him off of your pulsating cock. dropping a hand to pump at it a few times until your pearly cum squirts all over his bronze face. earning a slew of pathetic whines and incomprehensible complaints.
it’s worth it. that look on his face. those big eyes as he whimpers and quivers his lip. poking his tongue out to try and taste your essence.
oh, is he pretty. pretty and pathetic.
“messy boy,” the feel of your thumb against his cheek, stroking — even nirvana cannot compare. not when he looks up you so earnestly. brows creased and lips pulled into a phantom pout.
“m-my lord. . . you know that this body belongs only to you.”
it sends shivers from the base of your skull and down your spine. your fingers stroking along his hair as you croon at the tremble of his words and face.
“oh my darling angel,” a small stroke to his cheek as you swipe away some of your dripping cum. you already knew the look in his eyes - so of course you waste no time in hoisting him up onto your lap. nestling him until he’s comfortable.
fingers glide through the silk of his robes. rolling them up and chuckling at the sight of his bareness. no undercloth. . . as though he expected to get his pretty little ass pounded.
you take the moment to remind yourself how much smaller than you he is. it’s something you quickly remember when the slick head of your dick is coating along his awaiting entrance. oh so small, but every as eager to take all of you.
“please,” he quivers. littering sweet kisses all over your face as his hands come to rest on your collarbone. “let me ride you, my lord. . . I will compensate for making you jealous.”
his lips brush along the corner of yours and you turn your head in agreement. letting him kiss you unlike earlier.
rishen mewls in content and gladly flushes his lips to yours. moaning into your mouth as he feels you sink him down onto your cock. stretching him out in a way that makes him pant. squirm his hips within your hold.
“good little sluts do not run from a fucking,” you mutter into him. rough hands easing him lower. stuffing him full and giving a harsh buck of your hips for good measure. delighting in the way he parts from the kiss to throw his head back and gasp.
“especially not when you asked for it.”
he seem to instantly remember his own words. as he wastes no time in bucking his hips along. albeit far more pitifully. sloppily. as though you had already fucked him for hours.
yet all you do is tut. lean back into your throne and prop your arms along the rests. gaze watching his every move.
your angel is so earnest in his devotion. so eager. so loyal. his forearms lay idly on your chest as he slowly rises, then lowers. creating a comfortable rhythm until he’s bouncing along your cock. eyes rolled back and lips parted as he sings your name as always.
“y-yours - yours my lord - only yours.”
his sweet promises fill your ears and you groan. grinding your hips up in tandem to his desperate movements. your hand threading to the back of his hair and yanking.
your pretty angel. your beautiful slut.
“all mine?”
“all y-yours. only want you. . . y-your cock.”
how else can you reward him than grip onto his thighs and fuck into him senseless until he’s creaming all over your throne?
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lunastrophe · 5 months ago
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BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️Minthara's Age and Name Meaning
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🕷️Year Of Birth - Minthara was born before 1297 DR. In one of her lines, she mentions that she remembers a scandalous event from the past – when Viconia DeVir, a noble female drow and a daughter of the fourth house of Menzoberranzan, disgraced her family:
Two hundred years ago, she disgraced her family - the DeVirs - by refusing to obey a divine order from Lolth. It was quite the scandal, and I was young enough that it left an impression on me.
House DeVir fell out of favour with Lolth because of Viconia's transgression and ultimately, in 1297 DR, they were attacked and destroyed by House Do'Urden. During this time, Minthara was likely in the first decade(s) of her life, since by drow standards, she was still young and impressionable.
It would mean that she was born at least several years earlier, likely between 1270 DR and 1290 DR.
🕷️Age In BG3 - during the events of Baldur's Gate 3, Minthara is over two hundred years old, but probably less than two hundred and thirty.
🕷️Name Meaning - Minthara's name means „minor / second rune” or something similar, being composed of female prefix Min- („lesser, minor, second”) and female suffix -thara („glyph, marker, rune”). The name was probably given to her by her mother shortly after birth, according to drow custom.
We do not know if the meaning of Minthara's name was important in any way to her mother. Sometimes drow names seem to be connected to the child's future profession, ambitions or fate, but in many cases, there is no such connection and a name is just a name. For example, the eldest daughter of Matron Mother Yvonnel Baenre was named Triel, which means simply „wing” or „bat”.
🔹If Minthara's name meaning is not accidental, it could imply that she is her mother's second daughter (but at the same time, the eldest living daughter).
Noble drow females typically value their eldest daughters the most, from early years grooming them to become their successors. Who knows - maybe in this case, the first daughter did not survive, ending up being assassinated by enemies, or simply failing to meet her mother's expectations. Then Minthara would be „the second try” kind of a child – her mother's second chance to raise a worthy successor, to strengthen her position in the family and in the society.
🔹It might explain why Minthara's mother considered her so special and important: I have been told that I am special since my mother first held me in her arms. The burden of expectation.
Normally, drow children are not considered overly special by their mothers. The usual exception is the eldest daughter, expected to take her mother's place in the society one day.
In the next post - thoughts about Minthy's childhood, family and the identity of her mother 🙂
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rose-maidenn · 2 months ago
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Nakshatras and their Shakti pt 2
Read part 1 here
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What is shakti ?
Shakti translates to power in english , in the abode of stars each nakshatra is a blessed with a power that's inherent to them , the power in this sector can be channeled as a divine guiding force for a beautiful fruitful life . Check for your moon , sun , asc and your Atmakraka ( planet in the highest degree ) .
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Magha
Tyaga shepani shakti
This shakti grants the natives amazing ability of lucid dreaming, and dwelling in the astral , in other words they're good at seeing things from various perspectives. This shakti allows them to set commandments towards their life and the people around them governing their actions thoughts and beliefs. This is the shakti of subtle control through the very opposite detachment.
Purva phalguni
Prajanana shakti
The power to balance the opposites or work with the masculine as well as feminine energies . They can easily play a role in bringing people together and themselves play both sides . Even in the most adverse situation this shakti allows for peace to be settled between people , situations and heres to having everything because when you balance things you choose everything.
Uttara phalguni
Chayani shakti
Prosperity through union , now the union maybe in case of family , spouse , business etc . Chayani shakti is a type of shakti that only gets better with the embodiment of it , one can marry rich but this shakti allows the maintainance of richness . Apart from matters of money they also attract love and the people they desire quite easily . They're generally born in rich families or make wealth quite early .
Hasta
Hasta sthapaniyaagama shakti
The shakti to gain objects that one desires now this shakti dwells very much on the physical plane it's like "I want it I got it" , the shakti allows the native to be the sun (savitur) and shine on the objects that they desire and the objects like the moon(ruling planet ) are the moth to their flame get attracted very easily. This shakti can be very much related to the abode of frequency work .
Chitra
Punyachayani Shakti
The shakti to accumulate praise or merit in ones work, this shakti serves the native as the people with this nakshtra are very praised for everything they do and they get recognition, people with this shakti are known , in a good way or a bad way, what makes them shine even brighter is when they're true to their intentions and feeling no matter how foreign that is . This shakti makes one gain honour through authenticity and uniqueness in their work and creation .
Swati
Pradhvamsa Shakti
This shakti gives the native the power to dissolve or change forms , this makes the native talented in many fields they're potent in working with many different kinds of people exploring many different arenas of life and living . They leave their marks on many people not In a grand way but in a small but strong way . For example you say a sentence to motivate someone and they remember it for the rest of their lives. This shakti of transformation also let's the natives rebuilt themselves and destroy themselves really easily.
Vishakha
Vyapana Shakti
This shakti is about bhog (enjoyment of what one has gained ) a lot of people know how to gain things but not everyone knows how to truly enjoy things but Vyapana shakti allows one to truly enjoy things and as the vibrating of enjoyment is one with the vibration of manifesting more this shakti bestows the native the power to gain more simply by being extremely grateful and happy about what they already have.
Anuradha
Radhana Shakti
This shakti makes the native extremely dedicated, virtuous and a great worshipper . They gain through worship of what they devote to be it God's, universe or their art . When devotional to God's and Godesses they can easily embody the energy of The God's and create what they desire through the blessings and be known for it one example can be in the case of Mirabai. If they're dedicated to their work or art they gain success and honour through unwavering dedication.
Jyestha
Arohana shakti
To rise and to conquer , Arohana shakti makes the native really resilient and they take the right steps to reach what they want , they know what to choose what to ignore what to win and what to lose, this is one of the shakti that will make people change places and fates and rise above all . One example of this shakti is that a lot of jyestha natives gain a lot through social climbing and also gaining and excelling various skills .
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rhowena · 10 days ago
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The core problem of Campaign 3's god debate is that the only real support offered by the anti-god side is "some people are mad at the gods" and no one -- in-universe or out -- seems to realize that the mere existence of people who dislike the gods isn't sufficient to make "should the gods stay or go?" into a hyper-complex morally grey debate, any more than the mere existence of global warming denialists is sufficient to make the factual reality of climate change into a hyper-complex scientific debate. "People who are mad at the gods exist, therefore the current system is broken somehow" is the mentality of people-pleasing: if someone is mad at you, it proves that you're a bad person who did something to make them mad, and you are now morally obligated to internalize everything they say about you and devote all your energy to appeasing them.
I am, personally, of the opinion that it is vitally important for people in positions of power to maintain a healthy awareness of their own fallibility and cultivate lines of feedback from lower down in the chain the way software developers provide bug report forms; however, the reality I encountered when I accepted a forum moderation position years ago is that, if you're an Authority Figure™ of any stripe, for every person with a good-faith criticism of a poor ruling you made while overtired or an outdated policy that needs to be revised, there are a dozen who shake their fists at you because they want someone to be mad at. And when you look at the actual substance of the complaints being made (nearly all of which display a fundamental refusal to grapple with the scale the gods operate on and how that affects their decision-making) and ask "what, if anything, could/should the gods have done differently?" and "is getting rid of the gods actually a viable solution to this problem?", they're all firmly in that latter category.
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To go down the list:
Vecna: If we're treating "people who are mad at the gods" as a Marginalized Group™ whose grievances are Good Points™ and Worth Considering™ simply because they are grievances with The People in Power™, then Vecna is part of said Marginalized Group™, seeing as he holds a massive grudge against the gods who helped banish him beyond the Divine Gate and per the campaign books his ultimate goal is to eliminate the worship of all deities other than himself. One can only imagine how hard he's kicking himself for failing to find out about Predathos before his own ascension.
Ludinus: His parents will still be dead whether he succeeds or fails, and preventing the same thing from happening to others is what the Divine Gate is for. Killing the gods would not only not prevent similar tragedies, it would, at least in the short term, actively make things worse: assuming Tharizdun doesn't just eat everything, how does he expect Lesser Idols like Uk'otoa to react to a glorious new age where there are no gods to keep them in check and millions of newly deity-less clerics are stuck watching people die whom they could have saved if they still had their spells? Moreover, what happens when people discontented with his glorious new era swear vengeance on those they blame for taking their gods from them, as Ludinus swore vengeance on those he blames for his parents' deaths, or start idealizing the lost age of the gods and looking for ways to somehow bring them back, as Ashton does with the Titans? Does the perspective of people who like the gods then become Worth Considering™, if they've gone from being Privileged™ to being a Marginalized Group™ who have been collectively traumatized by the loss of something precious to them?
Aeor: One of the major takeaways from Downfall was that Aeor was extremely decadent, corrupt, stratified, and generally dystopian at its height. Their main reason for wanting the gods dead seems to be not liking the existence of anything more powerful than them, and anyone arguing that the gods are Too Powerful To Exist needs to explain why the tiny cabal of mages at the tippy-top of Aeor's societal pyramid, wielding power that 99.9% of Exandrians will never have access to, were not themselves Too Powerful To Exist, especially given their evident imperialist ambitions.
Dorian: I won't downplay the genuine grievance there, but a. Opal was victimized by one of the Betrayer Gods, and what to do about them is a question that Vespin Chloras and Cassida Previn, for all their hubris, approached with considerably more nuance, and b. per the post linked in the previous bullet point, if your ultimate goal is to prevent all ill-advised deals with powerful entities and the unpleasant consequences thereof, where exactly do you stop?
Tuldus and Hearthdell: Plenty of irreligious people across Exandria are living their best lives unmolested, so the whole "you must be religious OR ELSE" isn't something the gods themselves are demanding in a systemic way, and getting rid of them wouldn't prevent all oppression any more than it would prevent all cataclysms and mass deaths. (It might not even stop the oppression committed by those specific religious people; per 'personality predates ideology', the ones who are in it to bully others and feel righteous about it will simply look for a different excuse to do so if their current one is taken from them.) There's a genuine debate to be had about how much responsibility the gods bear for their followers' actions and one could, more reasonably, accuse them of having become too lax and needing to be more stringent about telling their priests to cut that kind of shit out (though that in turn opens the question of how much they can micromanage their followers' behavior before it becomes genuinely smothering and oppressive), but it runs counter to the "the gods have too much control" narrative the Vanguard is pushing.
Liliana: Every parroted accusation she levies at the Exandria's pantheon is something Predathos and its worshippers are far, FAR more guilty of, but Predathos doesn't present itself as a caring, benevolent entity in the same way the Prime Deities do, and she expects us to believe that it admitting that it's bad somehow makes it good. (There's a Slacktivist quote that I think sums up the underlying logic here: "Once you've decided that the Most Important Thing is to avoid the wolf in sheep's clothing, your safest course of action is to embrace the wolf in wolf's clothing.")
Ashton: Essentially blames the gods for refusing to micromanage reality on their behalf and, in focusing so much on his own pain, hasn't stopped to ask what the world would look like if the gods actually felt obligated to micromanage reality on behalf of everyone who petitioned them that way, not just him personally. My dad is an agnostic and specifically doesn't believe in a god who answers prayer because what's a god to do when there's a baseball game and both teams have fans praying for their victory (or when there's a war and both armies include adherents of a given faith)?
Bor'dor: It's one thing to say that the gods have certain obligations to their followers and quite another to say that that the gods are supposed to keep their followers swaddled in bubble wrap 24/7 and prevent them from experiencing any consequences for their own actions whatsoever, and arguing that the Wildmother should have somehow stopped Bor'dor's family's suicide charge from resulting in their deaths is the latter.
Vox Machina: Continue to hold a grudge against the Matron for taking Vax away and would like to believe her being gone would make him mortal again, but when you stop to think about Vax as a person with his own feelings and opinions about his relationship with the Matron, instead of as a passive object to be fought over, the "what if Predathos eats the Matron?" scenario looks a hell of a lot bleaker. There's also the question of whether or not Predathos would consider Vax himself edible; a mere celestial might be one of those half-crushed potato chip fragments at the bottom of the bag in comparison to a god, but when you've been trapped and starving for thousands of years...
Zathuda: Objects not to being told 'no' but to the existence of forces who could potentially tell him no, which to me reads as an asshole whining about how unfair and oppressive it is when people see his assholery and tell him to cut it the fuck out.
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littleslaywrites · 2 months ago
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call me if you’re with it | emily prentiss x bau!reader
nsfw, mdni
summary: you can’t seem to get emily off your mind after seeing her bend over during a case. based on guess by charli xcx
word count: 2k
cw: smut, afab reader, friends to lovers, fingering, oral, breast/nipple play
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She had no idea. You were sure. You were simply investigating the crime scene, Emily bending over to check out a piece of a jacket covered in blood. Your eyes instinctually traveled to her lower back where her shirt pulled up. Moving down, they landed on her jeans stretched over their hips, when you notice the black lace of her underwear peeking out. Of course you don’t mean to stare, knowing it’s wrong to be looking at your friend this way. But, despite your better judgment, it would take divine intervention to get your eyes off of her. Before you know it, she’s stood back up, and your brain reboots back into case mode.
All day, you couldn’t stand to look at her without blushing. You can only hope that she doesn’t realize that you’re fighting between staring at her and averting your eyes. It sure didn’t help that she was wearing that red top with the off-centered belt. She must have been trying to kill you.
It was just your luck that you’d be sharing a room as the hotel was almost full. The arrangement made sense, considering the whole team knew you were best friends. It just happened to encourage the thoughts you had been attempting to suppress all day.
You get the shower first, as Emily has some paperwork she wants to finish. Water running through your hair, you try not to think about everything you had fantasized about that day. You imagine her just beyond the thin bathroom wall, a certain guilt about the way you’re objectifying your friend. 
Getting out of the shower, you find her sitting on the bed, back to the wall. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but you’re almost sure that you feel her eyes trace from your pajama pants to your legs. 
“Has something been on your mind today?” she asks.
You fumble your words, trying to make up some excuse.
Setting her papers down on the table beside the bed, she beckons you over. You follow her instructions, sitting down in front of her on the bed, cursing yourself for your awkward answer to her question. 
“Tell me,” she leans in so far that you can feel her breath, “are you thinking about me?’
“Maybe,” you nearly whisper.
She chuckles and runs a hand through your hair. “What about me?”
“Nothing,” you answer, probably too quickly. She gives a light tug on your hair, causing a breathy whimper to slip past your lips. You immediately blush, embarrassed by the show of how much you’re enjoying her attention.
“Nothing?” she teases, her hand falling from your hair and brushing down your back until she’s rubbing your lower back. 
Even if you wanted to answer, you don’t think you could. She leans in even closer, her lips brushing yours.
“I think you’ve been a bad girl,” she says, looking into your eyes. “Thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend while you’re supposed to be working.” 
“I wasn’t–” you begin, before Emily cuts you off.
“I think we both know you were.” She laughs. “So what brought this on?”
You were never shy with Emily, sharing every secret. Yet, you were embarrassed by her inquiry. You could tell her about everyone else you met and how you felt about them, but you couldn’t face her.
“You know you can tell me the truth,” her thumb strokes the area just above your pajama shorts. “I’d figure it out anyway. Let’s not pretend we’re not profilers.” 
“I, um…” you trail off, eyes falling away from her smile. “Well, it was when we were investigating the crime scene.”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmurs, tracing the waistband of your shorts.
“And you bent over…” She starts untying your shorts. “And I… well, I saw your underwear.”
Emily laughs at the admission. “Dirty girl,” she’s making a show out of slipping the string out of its bow. “You could've told me to pull my pants up, at least,” she teases, tie fully undone. You think she’s going to take them off, but she instead moves her hand under your oversized shirt. “Or, did you not want to?” she says in the same teasing voice you’ve heard her use in interrogations. “Did you like the show?”
Her fingers graze your breast. “I did,” you whine. Rewarding your confession, she pinches your nipple. 
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” she says, acknowledging your flushed face. “I mean, it’s naughty, thinking of your best friend that way, but see how it all works out?”
She removes her hand, touching the edge of your shirt, eyes asking permission. You nod, and she takes it off. Feeling bolder, you reach your hand out to touch her breasts. She takes her own shirt off, revealing her black bra. Pushing you down onto the bed, she then takes off your shorts. You’ve been naked in front of her before, but the context is making you feel exposed.
She’s kneeling in between your legs now, trailing her hands over every inch of your body. Your eyes are trained on her breasts, held back by the bra you desperately want to take off. She sees where your eyes are, and leans down so your chests are touching. “Take it off,” she whispers in your mouth before kissing you. You almost get lost in her lips, but you remember her instructions. You reach around to her back and undo the hooks, letting it fall before tossing it away. 
The feeling of her tongue in your mouth and your bare chests together makes your hips buck into hers. Your hands reach down to her belt, unbuckling it and sliding it out of the loops. You’re one step closer to the underwear that created this whole situation, making you even more wet than before, if that was possible. 
Emily’s hands grab your hips, stilling them. Her fingers finally go to the place you’re wanting it, moving her index finger through your wetness. She smiles, “Got yourself all worked up over me?” You have no answer, her sly smiling erasing your thoughts. “Imagine what the team would think,” she says, pushing a finger into your hole, “if they found out the two of us were doing this.” You take short breaths as her finger thrust in and out, prodding at you g-spot. 
You’re holding onto her shoulders now, needing an anchor. She begins to kiss you again, more tenderly this time. You’re overwhelmed by your situation. You’d thought it’d feel wrong to be fucked by your best friend, but you were mistaken. The pleasure was beyond any other first time you’d had with anyone else. You already trusted her. She knew every part of your soul, so it only made sense that she should also know every part of your body.
She adds another finger, stretching you out more. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, looking down at how your breasts ripple as you move your hips to match her strokes. Feeling the soft spot inside your walls, she curls her fingers, making you clench around her. For a second, she can’t move her hand, locked in place. She leans down, taking one of your breasts in her mouth, sucking at your nipple. You arch your back, and she starts to move her hand again. 
She can tell you’re close by the way your walls are fluttering, and, determined to push you over the edge, begins to circle your clit with her thumb. Your whimpers turn to moans, and she’s stroking your hip lightly with the hand that’s not working on your pussy. She bites down on your nipple, sending you into your orgasm. She takes her mouth away from your breast and kisses you to quiet your sounds.
When your peak is over, she takes her fingers out of you, sucking your release off of them. She’s got her other arm wrapped around you, comforting your trembling body. When the haze in your mind clears, you remember the underwear you’ve been hungry to see again. Sitting up, you reverse your positions so she’s on her back and you’re sitting up on your knees. You trail a thumb from her belly button down to the button of her jeans. You can tell she’s trying to keep her breath steady. You study her eyes as you slide her pants down her legs, revealing the lacy black underwear that have been on your mind for the past 14 hours. 
You pry your eyes away, even though you could probably cum from simply staring at the wetness soaking through the lace. You lower your face, licking up the moisture. Emily moans as you nip and suck over her panties. You want to taste her fully, so you gather up all the will you have and take them off. Slowly, you remove them, thumb stroking the material. 
Even without you touching her, she’s whimpering, her earlier bravado broken by your touches.
“You’ve gotta be quiet, pretty girl,” you say, gazing down at her. She hums in protest, her hips bucking in the absence of you. You gently grab her jaw, signalling for her to open it. Rolling up her underwear, you shove it in her mouth to keep her sounds from informing everyone in the proximity about your activities.
You run your hands down her thighs again, and dive back to where she wants you most. Tongue touching her bare pussy for the first time, she cries out, grabbing at your hair. She shoves your face into her, unable to control herself.
For the first time, it dawns on you that she must have been thinking of you in the way you were thinking of her. This revelation makes you smile into her, and you lightly graze her clit with your teeth. 
Moving your mouth slightly lower, your circle her slit, tongue collecting the wetness. She bucks up into your mouth, and you move to keep her still. Grabbing at the fat of her hips, you thrust your tongue into her. In response, her thighs wrap around your head.
If you weren’t enjoying yourself so much, you might worry about suffocating. At this point, you’re rutting against the bed, turned on by Emily’s evident enjoyment.
Her walls start to flutter and her muffled cries are getting louder. You turn your focus back to her clit, sucking at it once before Emily cums, soaking your face. You work her through her orgasm, reluctantly pulling back when you can tell that you’re overstimulating her.
You move away, hovering over her. Removing her panties from her mouth, you almost kiss her, but hesitate. You’re not sure what the protocol is in this situation. Emily decides for you, wrapping her arms around you. She pulls you down into an embrace, burying her face into your neck. You stroke her hair, playing with it as she gets over her aftershocks. 
You lay there for a moment, savoring the way you hold each other. After a few minutes, you speak up. “I think you might have been thinking of me, too,” you say. You intend it to be a teasing remark, but it comes out soft.
“Maybe,” she says, pulling back to look at you. You try to read the look in her eyes, but you can’t. Your words had the potential to be taunting, but the conversation comes out tender. Your hand stills, unsure.
“Do you think we can ever do that again?” Emily asks, gentler than you can ever remember her talking to you.
“I would like– I mean, only if you…” You trail off, realizing both of you are feeling the same hesitation. Suddenly, you feel guilty that you stopped stroking her hair, and you move your hands down to wrap around her, tighter than your usual hugs.
“I would,” she says, not needing to hear the rest of your sentence. Her leg finds a home in between yours. You kiss the side of her mouth, and she wraps her arms around your neck. You breathe in her scent, your breath becoming steady as the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.
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reidsbabyhoney · 3 months ago
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night out | hozier
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the one where he gets drunk and falls in love with you all over again.
pairing: hozier x wife!reader category: fluff cw: drinking, being at a bar wc: 1.7k a/n: I'm so so sorry this took so long to write, I just had midterms for all of my classes and had absolutely no free time, but I'm finally on break so Im hoping to get more stories out these next couple of weeks! this was a request, so i hope you love it. reader is a book store owner and that is very self indulgent of my dreams of one day maybe owing a book store if nothing else works out for me. (outfit described can be found here, but as always imagine it however you like
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This was the first time in what felt like years that you and Andrew were finally taking up an offer to go out.
Since the tour began, the band had invited you both out multiple times, but neither of you accepted, claiming to be too tired after the shows.
Since this was the first time that you had been able to join Andrew on tour, you were taking up as much quality time as you could get from him when he wasn't busy running around during sound check and doing interviews.
That was another reason you both declined going out multiple times deciding to spend...quality time with each other behind the doors of hotel rooms.
But tonight, you both agreed to go out when Alex asked if you would be joining the rest of the band, saying they were going to a bar just down the street from the hotel you were staying at.
Walking down the sidewalk to the bar, you’re hand in hand with Andrew who’s softly humming to himself.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he says, taking in your outfit.
It was nothing extravagant, though you did want to look a bit nicer. Just a simple satin slip dress with some red boots for a pop of color and your usual purse.
“Mm thank you, you look handsome tonight too, I say we just go back to the hotel room,” you respond with a mischievous smile.
He’s simply wearing a jumper with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of jeans, but the way his sleeves are rolled up makes you want to drag him back to the hotel room and stay there for days.
At your remark, he playfully pinches your hip and shakes his head, “No, you minx. We’re going out because you wanted to, let’s keep that in mind.”
You let out a huff as he opens the door to the bar, which looks to be busy as you eye the tables are full of people.
Surveying the bar, you quickly spot Melissa and both make your way towards the table they’ve claimed.
After greeting them all, everyone goes their own way. Alex decides to drag Andrew to the corner of the bar where the pool tables are stationed.
Over hearing his plans on getting your husband absolutely hammered tonight, you simply shake your head with a small laugh and send him off with a kiss.
An hour passes and you've had a few drinks, deciding to stay near the table and observe everyone in the cramped space.
Realizing you haven't seen Andrew in a while, you get up from your spot at the table, asking Joy if she’d seen him anywhere.
“Oh yeah, last I saw he and Alex were by the bar, I think Melissa might be over there too,” she says, pointing to where Andrew’s tall body stood at the end of the bar.
“Thank you.”
You walk over to where the three of them are standing, deciding to talk to Melissa first since Alex seems to have your husband deep in thought.
“Please tell me he hasn’t had more than 4 drinks,” you say to Melissa as she just lets out a laugh.
“I’m afraid he might be well past that y/n/n.”
Turning towards Andrew you see him looking at you as if he was met with the most divine creature in the world.
“Go on, talk to the pretty girl Andy,” says Alex, trying his hardest to hold back a laugh.
Your eyebrows basically reach your hairline as he says that, no way he’s so hammered he’s forgotten you’re married.
“Hi, em, hi, m’names Andrew, or Andy’s fine too,” he says looking a bit shy.
You just look towards Alex instead of answering, "Alex, when you said you planned on getting him hammered, I didn't think you meant it was going to be this bad!"
All he does is laugh and shrug his shoulders, finding this situation amusing.
Sighing, you know there’s no way that he’ll believe you’re truly married if you try explaining it to him now, so you decide to play into it a bit.
Smiling you shake your head and respond “ I’m y/n, it’s great to meet you Andy.”
Both Melissa and Alex just laugh, deciding to leave you both in the empty corner of the bar.
“I hope I’m not being too forward y/n, but you’re truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
You grow a bit shy at his words, your cheeks covered in a faint blush. The conversation is reminding you of when you first met years ago, his words almost the exact same.
“No baby, not too forward at all."
“I just, well not to sound creepy, but you caught my eye while you were sitting down over there and I'm afraid to admit I was nervous to go over and introduce myself first," he says looking down at his hands as if he's embarrassed by his confession.
Your smile brightens at his words. You're truly about to swoon over this man all over again.
"Well then, I'm glad I came over here first. How about we go sit down with our friends over there yeah?” you say, pointing to where the rest of the band is.
Andrew responds by quickly nodding his head and grabbing your hand to guide you through the still very packed bar.
“Here come the lovebirds.”
Of course it’s Alex that says this, still finding extreme delight in your husband's current state.
Looking at the rest of the table, it seems like he’s caught everyone up on what’s happened because they all look at you with small smiles on their faces.
Taking your seat at the booth, sitting between Joy and Andrew the conversation starts back up again.
Your husband turns towards you and begins asking you questions.
"So, y/n, where are y'from," he asks. He's looking at you as if trying to memorize your every feature.
You shy under his intense stare, and it takes you a second to respond.
"Well, I live in Ireland."
His eyes basically pop out of his skull at your answer, surprised as if there aren't millions of people living in the country.
"Seriously, me too," his eyes bright with excitement realizing that this could possibly go somewhere, little does he [currently] know, it already has.
"Yeah I live in County Wicklow with my husband."
His face brightens then immediately falls once you finish your sentence.
"Husband?"
"Baby, look at your left hand for me, yeah?"
Doing as you say, Andrew looks at his hand that's rested on the table, finally noticing the wedding ring on his finger.
"Now take it off and look inside," you say, taking off your ring to show him the matching engraving details on the inside of both your rings.
"Andrew & y/n. April 23, 2022," he says reading the date of your wedding.
It takes him a second to realize what it means, but once it clicks, he's looking up at you, wide eyed.
"We're married! Alex, why didn't you say I was married to her," he says turning to his friend, who seems all too pleased that this conversation is happening.
Alex simply takes a swig of his beer and chuckles, "Y'never asked."
Andrew then turns towards you with embarrassment washing over his features, "Gods, I'm mortified love, and you're never going to let me live this down are you?"
You just shake your head and laugh, planting a kiss on his cheek, "Nope."
Laughing at his reaction, you decide that it may be time to leave, realizing it's nearing one in the morning.
"C'mon, let's go back to the hotel so you have enough rest to actually be embarrassed about this tomorrow."
With that, you get out of the booth and say your goodbyes to everyone.
Walking out of the bar, there's a slight chill in the air, causing Andrew to take off his sweater and hand it to you.
Taking it, you pull it over your dress and walk hand in hand back to the hotel.
Reaching your room, you pull out the key card to your shared room, opening the door wide enough for both of you to walk in.
"I can't believe I'm so far gone I didn't even remember we were married," Andrew says as he sits down on the bed to take off his shoes.
"I know, me either, I mean how could you forget you were married to me," you say jokingly, dragging your hands down your body to emphasize what he was forgetting.
Andrew just laughs and shakes his head.
He notices you going to the bathroom and turns towards you, "Aren't you coming to bed?"
"In a bit, I just need to take off my makeup," you reply.
Andrew patiently waits for you in the bed in his pajamas which consist of a pair of pajama pants that are far too old to still be worn, and a beat up shirt he'll eventually take off, claiming to be too hot. (Even though he'll later wrap his arms around you dragging you as close as he possibly could, and wake up in the morning complaining that you "radiate too much body heat", even if he's the one that starts the cuddling.)
Shortly after, you make your way out of the bathroom, fresh faced and in your own pajamas.
Getting under the covers you turn on the lamp on your nightstand and expectantly wait for Andrew to do the same.
When he doesn't, you look towards the end of the bed where he's sat.
"Andy, aren't you coming to bed?"
"I, I know we're married but, it feels odd sleeping with you, I feel like I should take you out to dinner first," he says sheepishly, finally turning to face you.
"Don't worry, you've wined and dined me many times, so I'm not worried about that, now let's go to sleep," you say.
Finally Andrew gets on his side of the bed, turning on his side so that he's facing you.
Letting out an exasperated sigh he just shakes his head and one final time asks, "I'm never forgetting about this am I?"
Letting out a fake snore, you pretend you're asleep instead of answering him though he already knows the answer.
Andrew just chuckles, knowing that whatever comes tomorrow would be worth it, cause he got to relive what it felt like to fall in love with you again.
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fuji-sen · 4 months ago
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the 'evil imposter' just wants to be a baker!
Prologue: The Foodie turned Imposter?!
Part 8: Buttery Mamon
[ part 7 ] || [ masterlist ] || [ part 9 ]
I keep forgetting to add trigger warnings uhhh: one scene has you panicing and nearly falling into an anxious mess, ptsd of course and the general sagau obsession with the creator.
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While Kaeya was finishing the last of the skewers you were busy near the stove, using the stocked ingredients in the panty when Kaeya reassured you it was fine, that he'd handle it and just hoped you'd make it worth his while.
Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you knew he meant it when he said that he'll take the brunt if Adelinde or Diluc came to scold them or rather her, for using the ingredients in the kitchen.
A simple snack was what you preferred, something light that would contrast to the meaty skewers that Kaeya had provided for the both of you. You were craving something sweet and soft, so you decided on a pastry. Though you initially thought of something cold, like ice cream or sorbet or maybe pudding, you don't think they have any ice here unless you wished to go to Mondstadt, Kaeya had a cryo vision but it would be rude to ask him to make you some ice during your first meeting.
So some fluffy mamoms would have to do, and you could probably top it with some cheese or a bit more powdered sugar. And he could share it with the other workers as a light treat.
Kaeya watched as you quickly gathered the ingredients, and skillfully start. It was apparent that you were very experienced in cooking from the way you easily cracked the eggs without worry, and how you beat them with a whisk.
To think that you were the supposed imposter, instead of brewing chaos or using the fact that you look like the creator to your advantage, you were here, hiding your identity, talking about food with him.
It wasn't hard to notice, despite you well crafted lie of a background, he could see through it. He noticed the bandages on one of your arm, and peeking out of it was something purple, no doubt Scars from Lisa's electro fueled attacks. Then there was your mask, though you didn't take it off while you ate, you didn't noticed how the mask would flap around due to the wind, luckily letting him take a glimpse of your face.
It was uncanny how you mirrored the old statues of their Divine Creator. Had he been obsessed with pleasing the great God like Jean and Lisa were, he'd have easily killed you on the spot, labelling you as an imposter. But he wasn't like them. Although he respected the Great Creator, the origin of all, he wasn't blinded by such faith.
Perhaps there was a chance you were just a regular person caught up in a bad time in the wrong place.
Because as rarely as it happens, it does happen.
Hopefully he could convince the others about that, maybe with the Travelers help.
"How long will that take?" he asked as you popped whatever you were making in the oven. "Usually half an our, but since I'm using a less advanced oven I'm not sure. I'll have to watch it so it doesn't burn." You explained, wiping your hands with a rag.
He nodded in understanding, the smell of eggs and something buttery was filing the room, no doubt it was appetizing and enticing when even Adelinde curiously checked in on them.
"Oh Master Kaeya, you're still here. I would have thought you'd have scurry off somewhere like usual." She said with a smile, Adelinde was always smiling though, huh?"
"Ah I just had to stay for [Name]'s dish, what was it again?"
You shrugged, "It's simply some mamon, it's like a chiffon cake. And there should be enough for everybody." You added, facing Adelinde who chuckled, embarrassed of having been caught eying the baking pastry.
"That is very sweet of you, Thank you [name]." The blonde haired maid said and turned to Kaeya once again. The duo left the kitchen, holding a conversation that was no doubt confidential that someone like her, an outsider, shouldn't hear.
The smile on your face slowly disappeared, replaced with a calculating frown. "Kaeya probably knows I'm the person the other knights are looking for." You said to yourself, eyes casting down towards the mamon which were slowly rising up.
"I don't think he'll attack me unless I give him a reason." you interacting with him was like a gamble, you were easing your way in, waiting for a chance to ask, what did he think about this great creator?
There was a part of you expecting him to give a passive response or an answer that danced around your question. Because you knew of his lineage, you wondered how do the people of khaenri'ah view the creator, for they are the nation without a God.
Of course just when you were about to ask him the question you had carefully thought about, he was whisked away by Adelinde. Perhaps it was a sign for her to leave, that she shouldn't ask less she gave herself away.
You were preparing the glaze for the mamon, which was simply melted butter as well as the jar of honey and powdered sugar in case they wanted to top the chiffon bread with something a bit more sweeter.
Suddenly the door had burst open as Kaeya quickly grabbed her shoulders, the charismatic mask he had worn had slipped off for a moment, now replaced with something urgent. Your eyes widened in fear, as you felt your hands shake, was he going to kill you?
"You need to be extra careful, not only are the knights looking for you but the fatui delegates are as well." He told you which shocked you, was the reach of this so called great creator truly so magnificent to even make its way to Shezhnaya, a region you thought who was only devoted to the Tsaritsa?
He knew as well, Kaeya knew who you were- you pushed him away, backing until you hit the counter. "Don't" you practically pleaded "Don't hurt me!"
"I won't" he said, "I'm sorry I suddenly grabbed you" he quickly added realizing his mistake "but you need to listen to me. Jean wants you dead, as well as Amber, and Lisa and the other knights. They are convinced you are the imposter. And Jean is desperate enough to accept the Fatui's help."
"You understand what that means right?"
It just got more difficult, you felt yourself fall to the floor, your chest felt painfully suffocating. He cursed under his breath, mentally berating himself for losing his tact, his cool level-headedness as he crouched down.
"[Name]" he called out softly, stretching out his hand "I need you to calm down okay? can you do that? You need to breathe."
His voice fell on deaf ears, you covered your face with your hands, murmuring pleads of mercy, even if the pain was gone, even if the samachurl helped heal you, you still felt it, that electrocuting pain that traveled your body, it made you freeze, and cry, feeling so helpless as instead of being in the kitchen, it felt like you were in Jean's office.
The cold metal that touched your neck,
their uncaring eyes, and deaf ears that turned away from your cries and fears. .
the electro, the lightning that-
"You know, how about when all of this is just over, I treat you to some food."
". . . . ."
Your mutterings had stopped, as you tried so hard, straining your ears to just focus on Kaeya's voice. Ignoring Jean's and Lisa's who spat such poisonous words at you.
"Have you tried the moon pies here?" he asked, noticing your attention was slowly coming back as you broke free from the cage that was that night. Your small voice could be heard "I. . I don't really like meat pies."
Kaeya fought a grin "and here I thought you were a foodie." You pouted, rubbing your face, "meat pies are weird for me, I like apple pies more." you commented with a deep breath, your heart was still racing, and despite not being able to truly break away from that night, Kaeya's eye that stared into your soul told you that you'd be just fine.
"It'll be okay." he said quietly.
"Hopefully." you pitifully said and he corrected you,
"Definitely."
You and Kaeya heard the door open and close, and a rush of footsteps followed by Adelinde's loud greeting. "Master Diluc, you're home early!"
"Shit." Was the only thing you and Kaeya said, staring at the door and then at each other. You would be screwed if Diluc of all people had found you after all!
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦
Diluc raised a brow at Adelinde, she was usually on the less. . vocal side in her greetings. From the way she fidget and avoided making eye contact it meant that the maid was hiding something from him, which wasn't out of common.
Usually Adelinde, bless her heart, tried to help fix the relationship between him and Kaeya. Often that meant orchestrating surprises or uncanny coincidences where in the two would bump into each other and have to deal with something suspiciously or well, clearly crafted by the maid.
The red headed male sighed "Where's Kaeya?"
Adelinde sweated profusely, perhaps it was better to hide from Diluc to and claim later that she had been busy, curse her for being a bad liar. Usually she was better than this but because of the current situation, there was a whole lot of pressure.
"He-"
"Diluc!" Kaeya had strolled out of the kitchens, wine glass in hand as he nodded at Adelinde who sighed in relief. Perhaps by now the look-alike was gone, 'poor girl, to think she's being hunted down by her face' she couldn't help but sigh at the situation, eying the two brothers. They didn't usually agree with each other, but maybe, maybe they'll agree on this.
"Kaeya, what are you doing here? as far as I know Jean had ordered all Knights to focus on the search for the Imposter." Diluc crossed his arms, giving the other male a look. "Oh please Diluc, do you really support their decision about this whole. ." he trailed off, acting as if he was trying to find the right words "witch hunt?"
The red hair was silent at his question, and Kaeya couldn't help but let a grin fall on his mouth, of course Diluc would object to this. He was just as righteous at their dad. . no Mr. Crepus was. "Does it matter? as much as a witch hunt is. . overkill. I understand Jean's sentiments that an imposter running around in Monstadt is a grave sign."
"Are you willing to risk the chance of harming or even killing an innocent person, or worse, the real creator then?" Kaeya asked, swirling the contents of his wine glass, watching the blood colored liquid to move like a whirlpool. Silence was the only answer he got.
"Why are you vouching for this imposter?" Diluc asked, eyes narrowing "Have you met them?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not."
Knowing he wouldn't get a clear answer from him, not with his skill of dancing around with his words and controlling his body languages, Diluc resorted to turning to Adelinde who flinched.
"Adelinde."
"Yes, Master Diluc?"
Adelinde tried her best to smile at Diluc as if she was unaware of what he was talking about. If the situation wasn't dire, Kaeya would have laughed at her failed attempt to appear innocent.
"Did the imposter came here?"
"My Master Diluc, I don't know about any Imposter." She said. Diluc sighed, and decided to investigate, he headed straight towards the kitchen, the same place Kaeya had left in a hurry. From his peripheral Vision he could see the cavalry captain hold the wine glass tighter.
He swung the door open, ignoring Adelinde's calls. The kitchen door and window was left open, it was warm inside, suggesting the oven had been used. The smell of butter filled his nose and he turned his gaze to the table finding something akin to small cakes shaped like tarts.
Hurried footsteps followed after, a sigh of relief left Kaeya's mouth. "What did you do?" Diluc immediately responded with frustration, turning to the cryo wielder with a heated gaze, hand gripping Kaeya's shirt.
"I merely let an innocent victim go. Don't you know the saying? innocent until proven guilty." Kaeya easily responded turning to Adelinde who clearly looked worried that the two might fight. "Adelinde, thank your for your assistance, I'm sorry you had to lie. Why don't you leave me and Diluc to talk things out."
"but. ."
"Please Adelinde." Diluc added, despite his frustrations, his face softened as he turned to the maid who nodded, lips trembling due to the conflicting emotions.
". . ."
"If you wish to risk your life for someone, then so be it." Diluc sighed letting go of his collar. A hand combing through his flaming red locks. "So what have you gathered about this person?"
"They're certainly have the face of the creator, that I will confess however" Kaeya approached the table, setting down the wine glass as his eyes glanced at the chiffon cake, "mamon" her voice lingered in his mind. "she's no imposter, she didn't intentionally deceive anyone. Besides, is it a person's fault for the face they are born with?"
"That would be like blaming a person for the crimes of their parents. . or blaming a person for their heritage. ."
". . ."
Diluc looked tired, his usual mask of indifference had disappeared as he took a seat. "I take it the meeting with Jean was. . less than favorable?"
"I suppose that would be the correct word to describe it." he admitted, Jean had been acting weird, it wasn't just her. Lisa, the usual lazy or too relaxed librarian was rather energetic in her plans to find, catch and kill the imposter. Amber as well was leading the knights to searching the region. "I think she's trying to compensate for not being favored by the Creator." Kaeya offhandedly mentioned, quickly raising his hands however at his brother's penetrative glare.
Kaeya gulped but continued on, "Listen, there's no use letting our personal relationships cloud our judgement. You know how Jean has been when the creator has manifested in her but never truly favored her."
It was hard to deduce when it started, their memories had begun to feel clouded, controlled, and rewritten. Numerous vision users in Mondstadt had felt an awaken, briefly being covered with a golden light, their bodies controlled by someone powerful, a being they would come to realized as the Divine Creator who had awoken from their long slumber, ready to guide the people.
Their favor came in many forms, often or really, it was only the vision holders did the Creator cast their gaze on. The first to be awakened was Amber, followed by Lisa and Kaeya and from then it branched on from Bennett, to Noelle, to Razor and more. Diluc himself had been one of the few to not experience this awakening, but he wasn't bothered by it or at least if he was, he was good at hiding it to the point that Kaeya wasn't entirely sure of how he felt with not being experiencing the Creator's control.
Jean had also been awakened, however unlike the others who felt the Creator's favor and guidance in forms of weapons and artifacts, she didn't experience or receive anything. It was like the Creator casted her gaze on the acting grandmaster only for a moment, and decided that she was not worth any effort.
Nobody outright commented on it, the civilians of course were not aware. The only reason why Diluc knew despite not being in the knights of Favonius was because the blonde haired knight drunkenly confessed her feelings of doubts. Seemed that the pressure of being the acting grand master, the Stormterror problem and the neglect from the Divine Creator had made the woman he once respected spiral down in a pit of self-destruction.
"Here, have some." Noticing how sad or at least worried Diluc was becoming, Kaeya took one of the mamoms and force-fed Diluc. "Omph-" The man glared at the cavalry captain who shrugged, slapping his hand away Diluc bit into the chiffon break cake and instantly melted at the buttery goodness.
It was very soft and warm, a hint of sweetness and definitely butter. "This is. . good. Who made this?"
"The so called imposter." To his credit, Diluc didn't spit it out. It was too late anyways. So he begrudgingly continued to eat it, despite assuming there might be something bad in it.
"I hate you."
Kaeya rolled his eyes at his brother's reactions, "Diluc it's not poisoned. I was watching her the entire time she made them!"
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I always wondered how Khaenri'ah played with the sagau elements considering they are canonically the nation without a God. So for now, they would no doubt respect the great Creator who is seen as the origin of everything, but since they managed well without a God, perhaps they aren't as obsessed as the other acolytes. That's why its interesting for me to write Kaeya's pov about the creator. But since he grew up with the Ragnvindr, a family who no doubt respected and paid tribute to the Creator, he'd probably have more respect to the Creator than most Khaenri'ans.
Current compiled suggestions to name the pyro slime <3
Fuji_Sen has suggested! Lava Cake or "Java" based on the food / coffee" Fuji_Sen has suggested! Monsieur Creme Brulee or "Creme" based on the food. @Fantasyhopperhea has suggested! Soleil or "Sol" @Cactus4226 has suggested! Ruru (Py-ro, ro -> ru -> ruru) @bunniotomia has suggested! Helios or "Hel" @airyravenmaid has suggested! Cinnamon or "Cinna" @kindofscenic has suggested! Pyrex from the glass or "Pyruru" @shyentsmissingink has suggested! Pyri or "Pyrico"
kinda wished there was more food based names, since of the whole foodie theme, but I kinda think Sol or Hel is cute too and Cinna.
also I have an idea like for a self aware or at least reader insert hsr
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