#elder siblings hold power i could never know

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Tbh there's a very simple reason why Astrid could not take essek in a fight

Essek is an older sibling.

[priyajoyyy]

Tangled

Clarisse la rue x repunzel!pesephone!fem!reader

Reader spent their entire life hidden away in a tower to protect her from the outside world wanting her for her powers, its only when a certain daughter of ares finds her scared and confused, that she finally gets to see the outside world like she always longed to.

Warnings:

Toxic parents, yandere!parents, oblivious!, Clarisse being stubborn, overprotectiveness, cannon typical violence, readers not got the best survival instincts 😭, reader is blonde, more to come maybe

Gods had a weird way of protecting people. And while you could confidently say they your parents were never intending to harm you or your siblings. They definitely went about it in weird ways.

Of course you never realised this, being locked away in a tower your entire life was all you even knew. You didn’t understand that your life wasn’t normal.

You didn’t realise you weren’t the only child your parents had hidden off in magical locations to protect them from Zeus and the dangers of the world in their own twisted ways.

And so you stayed where you were, waiting in your tower for the days that your parents would come and visit or the few creatures of the forest you had befriended came to your window.

With not much else to do but paint or read everyday in the same walls. Your hair growing and failing to ever stop, getting to the point of it being constantly in the way.

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Clarisse was beyond confused.

She was 150% sure they had come the same way they had 100 times before. She was convinced. And yet there had never been a giant tower int he middle of the path all the other times they had taken this route.

Her brother suggested that maybe they took a wrong turning, surely they were just lost.

But Clarisse refused to acknowledge the idea she could even being wrong, no she was curtain they came the right way.

Besides they needed somewhere to camp out for the night anyway, so she took off towards the tower.

“Clarisse what are you doing?” Her brother shouted after her, the girl from the Hermes cabin turning to give him a look of annoyance.

The two followed after the girl, watching for a while as she searches around for some sort of entrance before giving up and turning back to them.

“Come on, we need to find a way up” Clarisse tells the two, not being able to find any sort of entrance other than the window near the top of the tower.

“Why?” The blonde girl asked in annoyance, “can’t we just go find somewhere to settle for the night?”

“Yeah clarisse it’s getting late, we can find our bearings in the morning” her brother added.

“This is somewhere to settle for the night” Clarisse stated plainly, rolling her eyes when the two stared at her in confusion, “it’s a giant tower in the middle of nowhere with no doors…no one’s living up there”

“I don’t know Clarisse…I mean this is meant to be a satyr trail, surely someone’s up there” the boy tried to reason.

“Aren’t you curious?” Clarisse asked, “I know we came the right way, this part of the route is blocked off, there is literally no way we got lost”

She was right, this small section of the trail was hidden away, you could only get in and out through two small entrance/exits, covered by plant life to hide it off.

They had been through the secret path a million times and never once was the tower there.

“Well how do you expect we get up?” The girl asked in defeat.

Clarisse looks around for a moment, before grabbing the bag off of her back and pulling out two daggers and holding them up to the two.

“No” the elder boy stated, to which Clarisse turned and made her way towards the walls of the tower, grabbing onto the vines to test their strength, “no no no Clarisse stop it right now”

The girl ignored him, stabbing the dagger into the wall inbetween the cracks and using both of them and the vines to begin to pull herself up the wall.

“I swear to god Clarisse get down right now!”

“I’ll see if there’s another way to get up once I’m up there” Clarisse calls down to them as they stare at her dumbstruck.

“I’m gonna kill you when you get down!” he called up to her.

“I hate your sister” the blonde said to the boy nonchalantly, collapsing to sit on the floor and wait for the ares daughter to be done you her adventure so they could get to bed.

“Tell me about it” the boy replied glaring up at her as she made her way to the top.

Clarisse made her way up, using the, surprisingly strong vines and plants growing off of the tower as her main support on the way up.

Once she made it to the window she pulled herself up on to the ledge, looking down to see her quest mates sat on the ground talking, rolling her eyes at the sight.

She quietly forced the shutters of the large window open, stepping on the flower bed as she climbed through into the room.

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You hadn’t heard anything while Clarisse had been climbing up the walls, busy in your room painting as she entered into the main room of the tower.

Your hair was laid around the different rooms, leading through doors and hanging from ceilings in an attempt to keep it out of your way, something Clarisse stared at in confusion as she quietly wondered around the room.

She was clearly wrong about no one living in the tower, there were candles and lights lit across the room, and a fire lit int he fireplace.

The kitchen was full of food and everything was relatively clean. And not to mention the yards and yards of hair laid across the place.

That’s what confused Clarisse the most, surely no human had this much hair.

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she stepped backwards, tripped on some of said hair and fell onto the floor, alerting you in the other room.

You heard the noise and turned around quickly, your hair curling round you slightly causing it to tug, getting caught underneath Clarisse and yank on your head slightly. Making you squeak in shock.

Clarisse heard this from the other room, her eyes widening as she looking towards the doors that someone clearly resided in.

Both of you grabbed your weapons, Clarisse clutching one of her daggers, and you running to grab a vase off of a cabinet. Inching your way towards the door that separated the two of you as Clarisse stood up.

Clarisse started to walk up the stairs towards the door as you walked down the hallway, both of you stopping at the door before Clarisse decided to push through it suddenly.

You screamed as the mystery girl collapsed on top of her, hair covering your face as you flailed about, trying to get her off of you as she try’s to find the dagger that she lost on the floor.

“Get off of me” you grunted, pushing the hair out of your eyes and attempting to push her off of you, “who are you?”

Clarisse finally finding her dagger, held it to your throat, causing you to stop fighting back, breathless and staring at the weapon in her hand with wide eyes.

“Who are you?” Clarisse retorted, glaring down at the girl as if she wasn’t the one breaking and entering.

“You’re in my home” you say back in shock, frowning at how the knife gets closer to you.

“And I’m holding the dagger…see how this works?” Clarisse tells you with a smirk, flipping it in her hand as she kept it near your throat.

“I-I’m y/n…” you replied slowly, not knowing what to tell her. Looking at her with wide eyes as she huffs in realisation that it wasn’t the most helpful question to ask.

“Well why do you live here?” Clarisse asks noticing the way the girl looked confused and adding, “I mean you’re in the middle of the forest in a tower with no doors…”

“And I mean what’s going on with your hair, it’s so long” Clarisse continued, “and who uses a vase as a weapon?”

You didn’t really know what to say to any of that, looking at her blankly.

“I…don’t know” you answered eventually, adding in a small voice, “can you please get off of me”

Clarisse sighed, getting up slowly but still holding the dagger pointed towards her as she did.

“Why are you in my house?” You asked meekly, staring at the dagger in fear. Clarisse rolled her eyes noticing your wariness, putting the dagger down to her side to try calm you down.

“I’m not gonna hurt you unless you try anything ok?” Clarisse stated, “I was just looking to see if we could stay the night in here, I didn’t realised anyone lived here or anything”

“We?”

“My friends, well not really my friends but, well they’re just outside” Clarisse told you, “why are you in a tower by yourself exactly? And seriously what’s going on with your hair”

“I just live here…I don’t know what you mean” you answered, “and I guess it’s just my hair…my mum says it’s special”

“Your mum? Special how what do you mean”

“I don’t know it just is” you said, “w-wait, no, I’m not meant to tell anyone that”

Clarisses eyebrows furrowed at that, looking at you as though you were an idiot causing you to blush at her.

“Why can’t you tell anyone about your hair…” Clarisse asked.

“Mummy said not to” you said hesitantly.

Clarisse smirked at that, only seconds ago you said you couldn’t tell anyone and yet here you were continuing on with the subject.

“And mummy is?” She asked condescendingly, something you didn’t pick up on as you went to answer.

“Ummm Persephone…” you responded simply.

“What?” Clarisse asked in confusion, looking at you like you were mad. Sure, she knew you couldn’t be mortal, but a demigod?

She supposed the flowers and plants in full bloom in autumn made sense by that, it didn’t quite explain the hair but she was sure it had something to do with that.

“You’re a demigod?” She asked in confusion.

“What?” You replied, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at her, “what’s that?”

Clarisse stared at you for a moment, you felt like she was scrutinising your entire existence as she looked you up and down.

Suddenly she grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the door, you stumbling as she continued down the stairs towards the main room of the tower and leaving you stood in the middle.

You watched her as she made her way to the window, opening it again and shouting down at her ‘friends’ she told you about earlier.

“It’s all safe” Clarisse shouted, before turning back to you, “do you have any rope?”

You looked at her in shock that she was just inviting people inside your home, speaking when she sent you a look of annoyance, “no?”

Clarisse looked around the room for a moment before settling on your hair that hung around the room, turning back to you with a new look in her eyes.

“You sure?” Clarisse asked, leaning down to pick up your hair and hold it up for you to see.

“W-what? No you can’t use my hair!” You told her, rushing forward to remove it from clarisses hands leaving you stood right in front of her.

She looked down at you with a smirk, taking the hair back, “come on, they won’t hang from it or anything, they just need something to hold for leverage to get up”

You rolled your eyes with a pout at that, looking up at her before walking towards the window, looking down at the two on the ground, who were now beyond confused at the blonde girl appearing.

You leant over to reach the walls of the tower then, Clarisse running over to hold on to you as you stumbled slightly, “be careful!”

You blushed feeling her hands on your hips, shaking yourself out of it and leaning down to touch the plants and vines attached to the stone.

Clarisse watched as the plants grew, covering the side of the wall all over and bits of vines hanging down for the two at the bottom to hold on to.

Once it was fully grown you turned back around to Clarisse, underestimating how close you both were when you did so.

You smiled up at the shocked look on her face, proud of yourself for figuring out a solution to the situation, hearing clarisses brother begin to scale up the side of the wall as you and Clarisse faced each other.

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Wanna rewatch tangled now 🤩

Pretty sure this is shit but oh well

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https://www.tumblr.com/blueberrypancakesworld/771479516983984129/hello-dear-i-wanted-to-send-a-request-yandere?source=share

Hello. This post was great. 🤩💕 Could you write a version where the children (Viserys and the reader's children) and Rhaenyra are yandere platonic to the Queen? Maybe they inherited this yandere behavior from their father Viserys. Thanks 🥰😍😘💖

Our love to you

Targaryen family x Queen!reader

warning : yandere behaviour, obsession, manipulation, blackmail,

Summary : The Queen was a woman held together by love, whose love for Viserys balanced on the royal crown and her children were her support. But children, they were the blood of the dragon through and through and a dragon, just like the king, will never leave the treasure alone.

info : I'm glad you liked it so much, Yandere Viserys is just cute, have fun with the ‘successor’ fic, I hope the kids are okay it was a bit difficult to develop the personalities out of nothing and thanks for the requests.

masterlist

The prequel

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Rhaenyra - The realm's delight : Rhaenyra the eldest child of Viserys and her stepdaughter, the first and eldest princess of the realm whom she had met in her prime and taken in as her own daughter. A Targaryen whose blood was tinged with dragons and fire, but also with goodness through her late mother Aemma who was a great support to her, a place she tried to fill as best she could. But like her father, Rhaenyra was aware of her power, she was the firstborn forever her father's favourite inside...something she didn't take full advantage of but the violet eyes saw behind the façade of her parents. ,,My chamber is always open for you dear," she told the queen, placing a hand on the elder's shoulder, the same gesture Viserys always used, a subliminal message, an insistence that they could both talk about anything. That the dragons of House Targayren were everywhere, that Rhaenyra only wanted the best for everyone and especially for her. She would often find herself with Rhaenyra on her dragon Syrax, not seeing the watchful gaze behind the violet eyes that watched her, telling Viserys everything he wanted to know. After all, it was love and care she would not be able to bear to lose a mother again and she would not allow it.

Baelon - The heir : The first-born son and heir to the crown, Prince Baelon is a few years younger than Rhaenyra but in no way inferior to her. He loved his family, his siblings and above all his parents, he was aware of his heritage, aware of his claim and aware that if the kingdom had to hold together it had to start with the royal couple. Violet eyes, dark but dragon-like, kept looking at his mother, he saw the pain, saw that he would be the only one who could take care of her and had to ,,I thought I would read for you" he kept coming to her in the bedchamber. He read for her, from poems to stories, while his hand kept going to the ring with the family seal. Small gestures that would prove successful, his conversation with her would become even more intense if she ever dared to leave the castle, even if it was only to Dragonstone. He was the heir and showing loyalty to his mother and honouring his father's wishes was what any good future regent did.

Alyssa - The singing Dragon : The image of her mother was reflected in the second princess of the realm, though her inner self was Targaryen, her outer self was the beauty of the queen. A young woman only slightly younger than her brother Baelon, but her manner was different, gentler and brighter, the best of her mother and the worst of Viserys. A voice that entertained the royal court and her parents in Valyrian, a voice that enchanted the whole realm and her mother, and a connection to dragons that came close to the greatest dragon riders. But her care and sweetness almost overwhelmed her mother, ,,I'll sing anything for you mother, take you to heaven I'll always be there for you" her daughter told her, drawing her into a gentle embrace. An embrace that was firm despite the sweet words, she loved her mother and no one would hurt her, she would sing to her forever if she had to but no one harmed the queen of the realm. It was an obsession that always made the king smile as he looked at his beloved wife and daughter. Alyssa's beloved mother seemed to belong only to her.

Aegon - The joyful : A Targaryen who was most like his father, a dragon of pride when he had to be, but rather someone who appreciated the pleasures of life in celebrations, alcohol and friends. A son who was one of the least likely to see her, whom she smiled at and encouraged whenever he slipped out of the castle with his friends and siblings to whom he was loyal. But above all a dragon who knew what his tears and gestures were worth, ,,Please mother...stay with me just a little longer" he often asked her at night to sit by his bed and tell him a story or sing to him. The tears that threatened to flow and the hand that sought hers was a mix of real and genuine, something he had seen in his father that he knew made him proud to follow the dragon's blood. But it was gestures that always worked, whenever she wanted to go to her children or her husband he kept her longer than necessary, he loved her care and concern it was only fair that he always got one.

Helaena - The dreamer : The dreaming Heleana, the image of a Tararyen with a gentleness and dreaminess that was unique. A princess who spent most of her time with her insects and stickers and Dreamfyre, always turning to her father when she had a dream that they would discuss for hours. A gift that could be as dangerous as it was merciful, but above all a gift that she always used to lift her mother out of desperate thoughts, ,,Don't worry about dragons mother, that's why insects are much more soothing" she always came to the queen to keep her company and show her the insects, embroidering and talking together with her. A calm yet possessive relationship, it seemed as if the queen could not conceive a thought without Helaena having seen it. A princess who always came to her mother when she had doubts about anything, something the Targayren could not and would not allow because it was best for her father, herself and the kingdom if the queen stayed in the castle out of pure love and care.

Aemond - The skilful : The penultimate prince, who in his boyhood years almost won over the queen with his devotion and emotion alone. Whose crying and outbursts of discontent could manipulate the queen so much that his siblings and even Viserys had to intervene at some point. A behaviour that only became more obssesive and praising when he realised that he got his mother's approval every time he won a tournament, every time he won a sword fight, ,,For you I will win the whole kingdom mother be sure of it" he swore to her and placed a kiss on the back of her hand whenever he entered a tournament and took up the sword. She had to come to all his fights, to all his trainings, she was there to encourage him, to praise him and again he took over every aspect of her life and would continue to do so, because he had not learnt otherwise from his father and siblings, he was a dragon and dragons took what they wanted.

Daeron - The loyal : Her last child, the youngest and sweetest of the princes Daeron a young prince whose love for his family was indescribable but most of all for his mother. He was especially attached to his second eldest sister Alyssa, clinging to her and doing his best to learn Valyrian in order to be even closer to the dragons, something that pleased everyone and especially Viserys, who kept referring to his last son as a little dragon whose loyalty was similar to that of his second eldest brother Aegon. He did everything to test his worthiness and his siblings loved him through and through, taking motions to their dragon whenever they could. But above all, he was the prince who had the easiest time convincing his mother, ,,Mother! Mother! Come on, I want to play, I've learnt something new, isn't that lovely?" he always came to visit her in her room and made her spend hours with him. His words and looks were so innocent that it could never be the dragon in him, no boy could be like the king, or could he?

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Spoilers for bg3 ending under the cut but I'm having a lot of thinkings and also feelings on how you spare your companions from being manipulated by godlike beings while falling victim to it yourself repeatedly by the emperor's hand

Aaaanyway. I'm on my second playthrough, deeply unhappy with the choices I made in the first. Like a lamb being led to slaughter, the Emperor manipulates Tav into being little more than a pawn. And I'm annoyed. And this is word vomit.

Yes, you can refuse to give him the stones, and you can either damn yourself or save Karlach in the worst possible way, but regardless, Orpheus dies. The githyanki, who would kill the Emperor, remain Vlaakith's slaves. The Netherbrain, who would kill the Emperor, dies. He is free and you have served your purpose. You will not hear from him again. In fact, you only heard from him when he needed you.

He lies. Continually. Actively and by omission. He appears as the dream visitor, kind, exactly what you want to see - your protector, he REPEATEDLY reminds you. He opens up, he's vulnerable, only YOU can save this sad, trapped dream lord. Save him from what? He won't tell you. You're not ready. Just keep serving him and maybe one day you'll be good enough to know more. Just like Mystra holding back the Weave from Gale. Just like Cazador building an army using Astarion and his siblings' bodies. Just like Shar ripping Shadowheart's memories away again and again. Just be good and some day they will give you what you want.

He never lied. He just didn't tell you. You couldn't handle it. Didn't tell you he was illithid. He couldn't trust you. Trust him. Didn't tell you he was Balduran. Didn't tell you he killed his best friend, clearly in love with him, to save his own neck while that best friend was in the right. He could be once again controlled by the elder brain. He was trapped and controlled by Gortash. He had his fingers in the spine of Stelmane and by extension the city. He was a danger to everyone. But the Wyrm had to die - can't you see? He never lied. He just didn't tell you because it wasn't important. You weren't important enough to know. Don't be so silly. Don't overreact.

Whatever you do, don't free Orpheus. Because then you're being unreasonable. Then you're leaving him no choice. He has to join the Netherbrain, betray you, join what he has been forcing you to fight so hard against, kill you dead for not doing what he wanted, sacrifice you in a ritual of power, make you kill your parents, send your mentor to tell you to detonate the bomb in your chest, snuff out your life for a contract you've broken, take out your heart, make you a slave.

The game is telling you, over and over again, with your companions quest lines, that this is happening. And we all think because we're the hero of the story, it couldn't happen to us, when in reality everyone is the hero of their own story, and everyone has risked the same downfall.

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Qi Xue

(I gave her a redesign!) As delicate as a lily, and as cunning as a viper, it’s never easy to know what is on this young lady’s mind. As cheeky and cute as her Dad, but as clever as her baba, she seems like the best of both worlds. 

Haoyu: There is a sense of exasperated jealousy when she considers her eldest brother. Being the oldest he is entitled to the thrown, the power, and the expectations to rule- all things she herself wants and KNOWS he does not. Still, there is a soft spot for her mellow and quiet sibling, who she oftens steals away to join her for shopping. As someone who is often listening instead of screaming his own opinions, there comes a sense of wisdom from him that she values. Yet, she also knows that he is a gentle soul. Too gentle in fact, that is easy to trick him. Which she does, often. With a bat of her eye lashes and pucker to her lips, she has him running tasks for her that she quite easily could do herself. And when he realizes later, all she needs to do is offer a little “I’m sorry, Gege (Elder brother),” and the man bends over backwards to forgive her. She wishes this world was a tad kinder to her Brother, even if she isn’t always. 

MK: Many often say Haoyu is the most like their Father, the Monkey King, but she would have to argue that it is Xiaotian that best holds that title. Haoyu may be their Father’s spitting image, but MK is the very essence of his soul. Overprotective, a bit conceited, lovable, cheeky, and someone you can’t help but love with everything you have. All her plans he’ll come barging in with “good intentions” and ruin all the progress she’s made. Xue would have a lot more suckers under her thumb if her big brother didn’t have this insistent desire to “be the hero”. And when he does realize he accidentally stopped one of her schemes her gives her the Baba speech of “I’m not mad. Just disappointed”. Such a pain… she supposed there was something admirable about it too however. Her brother was a charmer, and everyone knew it. Pretty like Baba, bubbly like their Father, all with his own MK adorableness. Shame he never uses all that to gain favor in the political world. 

Xiaohua: The “little flower” of the family. Being his name yes, she never felt it matched him as a person. He was smart. As smart as their Baba, with just a smidge of recklessness that their Father was known for. It made him unpredictable though, which was an asset in of itself. If she needed something done, and done right, he is the person she could go to. Need a precious gem stolen for 24 hours to use for a ball? He’s got it. Need to toss an ​​uncooperative asset into a pit until they squeal the info they had? He’s already taken care of it. Need to gush about crushes while dolling themselves up- Yeah, you go to Xiaohua. If there was one sibling she could turn to for anything, no questions asked, no judgment given, it was him. Now, if only he would just focus a bit more on his appearance and stopped dressing in the strangest clothes- then he’d be perfect! Alas, he was not, but it gave her something to do every morning as she critiqued his wardrobe and got him set right for the day. 

Sying: Her only sister. Of course, Rumble was her “Sister” for a time, but is now one of her many brothers. So… that leaves the one and only sister. It was hard sometimes being a girl in a male-dominated family. Though, many in the tribe are females, in their close blood-related family, it is only them. This means nothing to Sying, of course, as she never thinks of such trivial details. It was something to admire, Xue admits. They can’t talk about clothes, or gossip, or politics- they can’t even talk about boys for pete sake since Sying much rather prefers the fair maidens of the world. They have nothing in common as far as Xue can think. Yet, despite this, Sying rushes to her the moment any pretty-eyed lady catches her fancy. It makes Xue happy that her big sister values her opinion on the matter. Is even willing to stand still for a few hours while Xue uses her as a model for her latest clothes. Hardly close in hobbies, but close in the ways that truly matter. 

Savage: He’s an idiot, if she is honest. And she is nothing if not honest. She loves him, of course she does, but if she had the chance to just step in his brain and clean the place up, she would. He spends his days pranking others, which isn’t an unenjoyable pass time, but if he put even an ounce of that effort into something more constructive, he’d go so far. He knows nothing of politics, the ways their kingdom is structured, the tasks that is expected of him as a Prince- its infuriating! The fact that he would have claim to the throne before her is just-!!! UGHHH! At least he has learned lately not to even consider dragging her into his little pranks. He’ll wind up completely shaved from head to toe if he even tries. Still- he has his moments. She likes how cheerful he is. A blissful idiot, perhaps, but… sometimes a smile made the day brighter. He also always buys her a ton of sweets and treats, so he isn’t the worst allll the time. Just most of the time.  

Rumble: Xue does not understand how Rumble and Savage are twins. Put all the annoying muck to the left, and you’d get Savage. Put all the sweet fluff to the right, and you’d get Rumble. Sensible, quiet, creative- Rumble brings so much into the world with hardly a sound in return. Rumble sees beyond what is on the outside for who a person is deep down, which is something Xue struggles with sometimes. Baba says it is because of her age, and that it will improve as she gets older, but Rumble has been introspective like that since he was little. Probably because he himself felt different then what the world saw him as. She often thinks of Rumble when considering who she considers allies. “Never judge a book by it’s cover”. If Xue needs a sense of peace, she will got to Rumble. Rumble also doesn’t take anyone’s BS, which Xue appreciates more than anything else. 

Bao: The only younger sibling Xue has, she feels they understand her best. All of Bao’s older siblings are her older siblings. Even know, despite being just a bit older, she can tell their parents look at both of them as delicate little things to protect. Bao is sweet. Eager to play with them all, eager to be like them- they are still figuring out who they are as a person. She however, feels she knows Bao a little better then most. On their own, Bao doesn’t show a lot of aptitude for fighting. They can sing incredibly well, and certainly has their Baba’s creative gene. As for their Father’s fighting prowess, that has yet to be seen… at least, that is what everyone else says. Xue feels she sees Bao a bit differently. They are showing early talent with a sword… with a bow… with a staff, a spear- you name it, if you put it in Bao’s hands, they pick it up very quickly. Then there is that Shade of their’s. Something about it feels different- and she has never seen anyone even get close to Bao with that thing around. Bao has power. Power that just hasn’t been realized at their young age. And she is so incredibly excited to see where it goes. It is a sharp tie between Bao and Xiaohua as her favorite sibling

Previous sibling Qi Rumble

Next Sibling Qi Bao

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Jinx and Ekko - Embodying the Tragedy

From day 1 we know Arcane is a tragedy. It's obvious in the first act what type of story this will be. Characters with the best of intentions go through gut-wrenching experiences that they might never fully recover from, people with ill-intentions gain power and affluence, and caring about others on a personal level is the very thing that destroys someone's ability to fight for systemic change. Not a very feel-good tale.

Because Arcane is laden with tragedy left and right, most characters exemplify this theme or go through it in some way, but I think the two characters that speak to it the best are Jinx and Ekko.

Jinx is very straightforward. Tragedy clings to her, follows her everywhere from the moment her parents died in an uprising. Her very name is a reminder of the moment in time where it all fell apart. She did the unspeakable, she killed her brothers and her father. Her sister, understandably upset by this, struck her and walked away long enough to leave her feeling completely and utterly abandoned. After this, she did have a chance to know love and care again, but the individual providing that to her was deeply scarred as well. Silco loved her, truly, but he manipulated her out of fear of her abandoning him, and he fed into her worst tendencies. For someone who was fighting for a whole nation, he was deeply misanthropic as a person, held no good will or trust of those around him, and did his best to instill in Jinx that they could only count on each other, that they were all that mattered at a human level. His ideals of Zaun were lofty and detached from him personally. The paranoia that he encouraged in her was his downfall, when in a fit of panic and delusions she kills him, too.

You would think Jinx would lose hope, and she does, for a while. And then a child falls into her life. She gets a chance to be a big sister this time. She can rewrite some of her own past, care for Isha, encourage her, bring her along to every fight because she won't leave her behind. Even better, she makes up with her older sister, and they find out their shared father is miraculously still alive, even if he's changed as well, and he still loves her. For a brief period of time, everything seems like it's going well, it's healing, she might be okay. Only for it to crash down, for Isha and Vander to die again. And Isha, we must remember, sacrifices herself to save Jinx, something I think Jinx would never have wanted. She would rather herself die than Isha, she's the elder sibling the one who's supposed to protect. So, Jinx drops down to her lowest point yet, suicidal, feeling as if there is no good left in her.

Now, many of the characters have been through lots of shit. But as outlined above in a brief recap of all the people who've died around her, I think Jinx really takes the cake. She's the person who was repeatedly responsible for accidental deaths of her loved ones. And in the end, she has to sacrifice herself to keep Vi from dying at the hands of the shell of their father, knowing he isn't there anymore. *Note. I don't think Jinx is dead. I think she escaped in the vents and then on the airship. but, she still had to allow herself to fall and protect Vi.

And then we have Ekko, who has seen his own share of tragedy. His father, Benzo, dies. He probably holds some guilt for the information he gave to Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder that sent them on the original mission that started all of this. But aside from that, he's really made the most of this situation. He has built up his own community of vigilantes and freedom fighters, people who do their best to help others with the limited resources they can. They bust drug operations to try to keep further harm from proliferating, they have a home hidden away to keep people safe.

Where Jinx does everything wrong at almost every turn, usually by accident, Ekko does almost everything right. He cares about people, he tries to protect others. When he's faced with the ability to take out a key player in the underground crime ring, Jinx herself, he can't bring himself to do it because he can still remember the little girl she once was.

And what does Ekko get, for being so kind-hearted, good-natured, having genuinely good ideals and politics of hyperlocal mutual aid, tending to nature, and protecting your people using group tactics in fights?

A big, fat nothing. Ekko has one of the mostly deeply sad endings of all the characters. He ends up alone, all by himself, having only the memories of the girl he loved in two timelines because one of them left him, and he left the other one.

Yes, he gets a brief interlude, one that brings back his hope for Jinx. Ekko gets to go to an alternate timeline, a different dimension where things went differently. Things were better, Zaun was starting to thrive, the people he loved were mostly still alive (save for poor Vi). This other Ekko and Powder were in love, they were happy, they had an easy rapport with teasing and banter and they worked on projects together and got to hang out at the Last Drop with their family members. Living life in this other guy's shoes, Ekko has a true taste of happiness. And he could have stayed. Instead, he works tirelessly to get back to his own world. Because Ekko is a good person. Even if he didn't have work in the other universe, which he did, because he knows how bad it is there and he knows he's a community leader. Even if he didn't know he needed to use this information and inspiration to get back to Jinx, to give her a little more hope. He also has to be aware of the fact that this isn't his. He took over the body of the other Ekko. He's replaced a human being with his own consciousness. He grows to love Powder, yes, but she's not his Powder to love. Still, he could have stayed- staying is the default, it's inaction, he has to find a way and build a thing to leave, which he could just. Not do.

But of course, Ekko, probably the most selfless person in the whole show, builds the thing and goes back to his own universe. He leaves paradise, he leaves Powder and Benzo and his friends. Again, because he's a good person, because he's not selfish, because he couldn't live with himself if he were that person. He's not that person. He's one of the good ones, one of the best.

And again- what does he get for this sincere goodness? Nothing. He gets less than nothing, he loses Jinx again. After talking her down, convincing her to fight, building something new with her, she's gone again in a flash. We don't get to see him meet up with Vi, even if, perhaps, post-canon they might do so. He's sat, alone, in a place he once kissed a girl he loved.

Arcane is a Tragedy. So the Jinx, the girl whose bad luck follows her every step of the way, never really seems to escape that. Death sticks to her like a shadow and she loses people at every turn. And the Boy Savior does just that, he saves people, and he keeps saving people, and the people he saves, he doesn't get to keep. He doesn't get to keep the people who saved him, either. He doesn't get to keep anyone. He ends up alone. They end up apart.

And thus, to me, they embody two sides of the same tragedy, possibly the best out of anyone.

[cillftw1]

trouble

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Tags: I don't really know. Enjoy. ☆

In Birmingham, to assert power, charity balls, galas, and dinners are held. To assert dominance, one up each other. Rich ladies looking to flaunt their dresses, Men talking business, profits and losses, young lads and miss' looking for a fling among their own class.

Such was what was happening, in honor of the return of the Russo family. One thing about them, they have deep pockets and sticky fingers because of all the pies they've got their hands in.

Vincent Russo, the first generation of the Russo empire, built his empire from stone to stone. His elder son, Micheal Russo, took over the empire, younger son, died in war. Never mentioned among the family.

Micheal Russo's wife, Emilia Jane Russo, was a former actress. Their children, Yn Russo, the elder daughter and Keith Russo, the younger son.

Yn Russo is known to be rather charming. An ethereal beauty with an undistinguishable aura surrounding her. Her charisma is like a whiff of the aroma of coffee in the morning. She's known to be the quiet rebel.

Keith Russo, is a bastard. (He's like chuck bass season 1). A womanizer, criminal. But the records are sealed. Because he's a Russo.

After the death of Micheal Russo, Keith is set to take over the empire. Everybody seems to think the siblings are just a spoon fed little brats who get everything they want. But that's far from the truth. The picture perfect world doesn't know the behind the scenes of the Russo Family, the empire.

Power struggle, incest, angst, cheating, divorce and the whole fiasco.

The charity ball, was in honor of the Russo Family's coming forth in Birmingham. The Russo's don't do anything half assed.

After Micheal Russo's death, Emilia has been spending money like the Arabs.

Everyone's happy to be back in the hometown.

The huge ballroom is glimmering in white gold and silver. Drinks being swiveled around. From the top of the food chain to petty pedlars, all are here to honor the new inheritor. Keith Russo.

Thomas Shelby, the man known to be the most powerful in Birmingham, who doesn't go for "flashy" is here with a woman on his arm. Lizzie Stark. Shelby now, since he'll marry her. Or not.

Thomas is zoned out as Lizzie talks to one of the ladies, trying to fit into the upper class. Everyone talks about her. Rather her... profession before being associated with the respect that comes with being a Shelby.

His attention is snapped when a girl walks down the stairs clad in a pale blue silk dress. A diamond necklace around her slender neck. What would it be like to run his fingers over the supple flesh, if he could just–– never mind Thomas. Snap out of it.

She descends the stairs with grace. Her hair falling over her shoulder, the diamonds glimmering in the lights. She was like a doll. One he wouldn't want to break.

"Who's 'hat" He asks the server, gesturing with his hands, his fingers holding a cigarette. His expression gives nothing away but deep down, he knows he is mad curious to know who the lady is.

"that's Ms Yn Russo. The elder daughter" The server said fearfully. He was scared of Thomas and his intimidating aura. Thomas just brushed him off with a wave of his hand.

The time seems to pass by in a bizz. Hours felt like seconds for him. His gaze didn't waver a bit from Ms Russo. She was beautiful. Oh that didn't even begin to describe how etheral she looked. She talked to everyone in the ballroom, engaging in small talk. Until... she came towards them.

"Lizzie!!!! lizzie stark?!" Yn Russo seemed to know lizzie. His fiance. Her voice was smooth as silk. It felt like music to his ears.

"Yn! I've been waiting for you all night" lizzie replies touching both cheeks with Yn's. "this is my fiance, Thomas Shelby". Lizzie says interlacing her hands with Thomas. He only looked down at her and then up at Yn again.

Yn gives him a polite smile and a nod in greeting. He does the same. After a bit of a small talk. Yn walks away with the pretext of engaging with the others as well. Thomas didn't fail to notice Lizzie's expression turn bitter as soon as Yn left.

Lizzie rolls her eyes and sips on the champagne.

"What's yer deal eh?" He asks, his voice gruff, a result of the 364 ciggarettes he smoked that day.

Lizzie scoffs looking up at him with a sneer, her eyes narrowing. "Don't fool me Thomas, you've been ogling her even since she got here."

" A man can't even look now ey, is that what it is. Besides, I'm allowed to look at women. I would be lyin' if I said she wasn't pretty eh " He took a long drag of the cigarette he held.

"trust me Thomas, she isn't what she looks like. She's just a spoiled brat. Just a two faced bitch. I know the real her. She's manipulative, cruel and doesn't see below her upper class." She ramms on and on about how the person he just saw was the complete opposite of what he thought she would be.

"how would you know eh?" He asks Lizzie.

"My... mother was a maid. At her house. We used to go to school together."

The charity ball, progresses all in a bliss. Dancing, eating, drinking, laughing. Thomas couldn't shake his thoughts about the new inheritor of the Russo empire. How could someone who looks so pure, so innocent, devoid of any cruelty, be the same personality his fiance described.

Needing some fresh air, he steps out to the balcony. Pulling out a cigar to calm his nerves. He looks around to see two figures standing,two balconies away. A fur jacket and a red suit jacket.

Words that were being said were not audible to him but he could make out that it was an argument. He dismisses it off as a couple arguing. Until he hears a muffled scream. Brushing it off as a moan. After a while he walks back in

There stood Yn talking with Lizzie. She looks up as she sees him arrive. Yns eyes lighting up.

"A dance Mr Shelby?" She asks batting her eyes at him. He couldn't say no. Out of business. Though he wasnt going to say no either.

He gives Lizzie a glance. As if saying it would be strictly professional. They walk to the dance floor and the lights dim down. There's something sultry about her gaze. The way she looks up at him. He places a hand on her lower back, laces the fingers of his left hand with her right one.

They dance to the soft tunes, the tension and resignation growing between them by the second. He finds himself unable to pull away. She smells like vanilla and sex.

Seconds fly away in a daze and he finds himself in a shadowed corridor, her steamily pushing off his suit jacket. Her lipstick smudged.

All he cared about in that moment, was how her plump body felt in his hands. The feel of her supple flesh like silk. He runs his hands all over her body, deepening the kiss.

"KEITH!!! MASTER RUSSO! KEITH WAKE UP" there's shouting outside. A woke commotion. He alerts up and pulls back, but she whines pulling him in deeper. Isn't Keith her brother? He pushed her away, running outside.

Keith Micheal Russo, stabbed, lying in the balcony. The ballroom turned into a crime scene. So this was what he brushed off when he went for a drag. What had he missed.

Yn comes out breaking down as she sees her brother. Something felt... Off. "K-kieth" She sobbed.

Emilia, wraps a white fur jacket around her. The same he saw in the balcony with Keith. "easy Yn, wear your jacket your in shock, warm yourself up." Emilia whispers. The specks of blood on the fur going unnoticed by everyone. The ball was dismissed.

Weeks later, Keiths funeral was held. Since he was set to become the inheritor, it's passed on to next in line. Yn Russo.

........Flashback

Keith struggled to maintain his balance on the little balcony as his sister held her dagger to his neck and his legs on a stool, a turn and he could fall down.

"THIS ISNT RIGHT YN, PUT ME DOWN" he protests.

"No, no. Your the one who always g-gets what he wants Kei. I'm not letting you take away the one thing I wanted" She spits out. A bitter and venomous tone in her voice.

"YOU CAN HAVE THE EMPIRE IF YOU WANT YN. LET ME DOWN"

She laughs cruelly, "You really think our stupid mother would let me take over when her prince Charming son exists. Youve always got it Keith. Dads love. Mums affection. I tried everything, EVERYTHING, in my power to prove myself worthy of his business but in the end who gets it?" She stabs his stomach twisting the dagger. No remorse shown on her face.

"Im sorry brother dearest" A tear escapes her eye.

.........Present

She wipes a tear, "and i would like to thank my brother in heaven, for his guidance. I would always. Always remember his blessing on me for this position. Thankyou Keith." She steps down of the podium as the people erupt in applaud.

"I Yn Maritza Russo, officiate myself as the matriarch of the empire."

Thomas stands at the back, listening to the speeches made at her beginning takeover of the empire.

After enormous rounds of drinks, a tap on his shoulder pulls him away from a trance.

"I have an offer Mr Shelby" Yn Russo, standing in all her glory.

"Congratulations ms russo" He says with a smirk. "Let's hear it"

"You'd be a protected Member of Board. 30% stake. A seat at my table. We both know you saw what I did"

He chuckles bitterly. "What do you mean? "

She rolls her eyes, mimicking to stab the air.

"Well doesn't money solve every threat you have." He signs the agreement. "You have yourself a partner, my little murderer" He whispers in her ear before walking away.

This man would be trouble.

A's note: hiiya this was my attempt at a plot. Do lmk if it's good enough haha.

★

[commanders-company]

Reforged

Do you remember me, mother?

Do you remember when the fleet fell, and the jungle roar pierced our minds? Many trembled, many faltered, but I stood resolute. My duty as warden meant I could not let the call take hold; there were far too many lives in my hands for that. I gave words of comfort, brought the lost back home, and gave a quick end to those too far gone. Grueling work, but I did it gladly.

Do you remember the silence? For weeks after, the dream was chaotic, a swirling vortex of panic and confusion. Everyone had questions and no one had answers. And when the jungle dragon was finally slain, what followed felt like a wasteland. Saplings were afraid to peer into the dream. Their elder siblings were disillusioned. I remained. I had to.

Do you remember where I was sent? A sudden urging pushed me and a small company of valiants to Mount Maelstrom, further from the forest than any of us had ever been. The destroyers were on the move, or so the dream said. We marched, your loyal tin soldiers, confident that the dream would keep us safe. But the dream had changed, hadn't it? You were still so weak after the attack. And yet you sent us out.

Do you remember the names of the fallen?

Did you hear their screams?

Do you know how long I burned, buried in the rubble?

I called out, begged for help, screamed in pain. No one came to my rescue. A footnote in the great dream, to be cataloged and forgotten with the rest. But in the midst of my suffering, I was resolute. I believed in you. I had to.

And then another voice came: primal, indistinct, but getting closer. It spoke of fire and ruin. Promised power. The power to save myself.

As I clawed my way out of the melting rock, I confronted the truth: you never saved me. You left me to die.

I have no need of the dream anymore. No need for siblings or titles or anything green. Magma boils in my veins, waiting to be released. Every moment is pain, my skin is reduced to ash, removing every last trace of what I was before. His voice continues in my ear - powerful, wild, driving me toward one goal.

Do you hear me now, mother?

No matter. You will soon.

[digimonlover09]

Bishop Swap AU

(Can’t remember if I ever posted it to Tumblr, but I guess I will now just in case. It was just the normal Lamb in this AU before the Goat was revealed. Does not extend into post-game story yet.)

The basics are Ratau swaps with Shamura, Sozo with Kallamar, Helob with Heket, Leshy with Midas, and The Fox with The One Who Waits. The wounds are also shuffled. Bishop Ratau is the blind one, Bishop Helob is the deaf one, Bishop Sozo is the one with brain damage, and Bishop Midas is the mute one.

I also gave The Fox Who Waits the alternate name of Raveni, based on the arg.

The not-Bishops are still siblings, a little adopted family Elder Vessel Shamura put together back in their Cult Leader days. 

Elder Shamura was devoted. They did everything TFWW asked with no hesitation. They were loyal, and so were the family they put together. Their cult was thriving, and so were they. Everyone was happy, everything was perfect

Until, of course, Narinder tried to take their god’s crown. After that, things just fell apart. Their family left and went their separate ways, they got lonely and tired, they became less active, the cult slowly withered away, and eventually the Fox grew disappointed and took the crown back.

Cryptid Narinder wants to be a god, and he’s become something different. Not a Bishop or a god, but not quite mortal anymore either. He’s something in-between mortal and immortal. He requests sacrifices from the Goat, starting small with a simple fish, and working up to requesting the life of his estranged elder sibling, Shamura. He still holds a grudge against them for denying him the power he desired all those years ago.

If they get sacrificed to Cryptid Narinder, Elder Shamura leaves a letter about how they miss their family, how they still love Narinder even after what he did, and how Goat fills the hole in their heart left by their family falling apart.

Cryptid Narinder’s also noticeably envious of the Goat if encountered after they defeat The Fox Who Waits. He might even request the Fox’s life instead of Elder Shamura’s, though he will ask for Shamura if denied. 

If Goat gives him Raveni, Cryptid Narinder will go on a tangent about the Goat accomplishing what he could only hope to, and then grants a Divine Inspiration or God Tear on top of the usual reward.

Shroom Kallamar isn’t infected by any parasitic mushrooms, he’s just addicted. He tries to run from his past and his pain by drowning his sorrows in menticide mushrooms, to the point where he’s never really sober anymore. 

He doesn’t want to remember how his brother betrayed them and ruined everything, how everything just fell apart, how that fleeting time where everything was perfect ended. So he takes any menticide he can get his hands on and drowns himself in the high and the good memories.

Sometimes he talks about them, about his siblings. Sometimes he talks about his time in the cult Elder Shamura ran. If he’s still alive when Cryptid Narinder appears at Spore Grotto, he’ll come out and greet him, say how he misses how things used to be, and then wander back into his usual room.

Cryptid Narinder will be silent for a moment, looking sad, and make a comment about how pitiful his brother has become, before returning to his usual behavior.

This interaction doesn’t happen if Shroom Kallamar already overdosed. Also the swapped Mushroom Sculpture looks very different, is called the Mushroom Shrine, and has references to all five of the not-Bishops.

Unlike canon Helob, Cannibal Heket is very aware that most people don’t eat live people like she does. She also knows that Goat is based in the lands her elder sibling once led a cult in. She sells Followers to the Goat for reasons of nostalgia.

Heket is the only sibling still in contact with everyone. She still talks to Elder Shamura every once in awhile, and sometimes plays Knucklebone with them. She still visits to Mushroom Kallamar, though he’s usually too high to understand what’s happening. She occasionally visits Collector Leshy and gifts him some of her prey. She even encounters Cryptid Narinder in the middle of the night once every great while, though they usually just glare at eachother. 

She’s a bit arrogant and rude when she talks to the Goat, and insults them if they don’t buy whoever she’s offering. She becomes sad after Kallamar dies, and she completely disappears if the Goat gives Shamura to Narinder.

Collector Leshy isn’t obsessed with money, he’s obsessed with people. He traps people in gold so they can’t ever leave him. He’s got a pact with the Gods of Gold for that power, so he still sells things for exorbitant prices to satisfy them.

Cannibal Heket only visits him on rare occasions, because he’s genuinely the most unstable in the family. She’s always very cautious when interacting with the worm, because she’s not sure he won’t try to trap her like his other victims.

Bishop Ratau does actively pity the Goat. But The Fox Who Waits, cannot be allowed to be set free. His pity wanes with every Bishop that dies, and the time the Goat reaches swapped Silk Cradle, he’s just tired. He wants this whole thing to be over and done with so he can mourn in peace.

Bishop Helob doesn’t cast famine, they just steal some of Goat’s Followers and feed them to their own cultists. Naturally, they eat the first one themself. All Followers recruited from swapped Anura come with the Cannibal trait, because of something Bishop Helob did to them.

Bishop Midas is a very hands off Bishop, mostly lets his Followers run wild while he laughs at the chaos. He can be bribed with shiny things, though. Most of his sacrifices get decked out in extra shiny jewelry and the fanciest clothes Plimbo can smuggle. Plimbo and Collector Leshy make the most gold off of Bishop Midas’s Followers, because fancier sacrifices mean better blessings.

[anony-mouse-writer]

Okay okay okay. This is literally gonna chew on my brain, so.

Here I list the tenets that guide the blooded sword:

I. May all that you face have a fighting chance. Any sword raised to the innocent or unarmed in cruelty is blackened by its shame.

[If he won’t move, move him. This must be done.]

[He could shove Tanguish back against the wall, stun him with the blow, and his sword would be in his hands before Tanguish knew what happened.

II. May your wrath be stoked only by the Saint's wrath, tempered by the Saint's fire, and quenched by the Saint's blood. A fool are they who, gifted the Saint's power, use it in wrath or malice alone.

His body still shook like the innervated sparks of a kicked campfire, but the parts of him that mattered, that controlled his voice and his will, felt so near to nothing it was startling. Transcendent. There was just a simple surety: he was going to make Wels pay for this.

[Do something.]

III. May you meet every adversary with honor, nor despise them for their challenge. May every battle prove your glory, and every accepted challenge prove their equal.

“He’ll make you kneel like that t-too and he’ll kill you, and you won’t be able to do anything to stop him!”

“Then I won’t give him the chance to command me.”

IV. May you be steadfast and know no retreat, for the back turned is once wounded and twice deserving. May every wound won show no proof of running.

V. May you meet every obstacle with courage, for just as all that emits light must endure burning, all the courageous must make a brother of their fears.

Helsknight felt his breath begin to heave, the silent determination of his wrath giving way to something nastier and more desperate.

VI. May your word be law, as binding as chains, and as chains may it drown you when bound in deceit.

“I didn’t promise that.”

“You did!”

…

“Then it's a promise I’m breaking.”

VII. May you seek the counsel of your elders, those more versed in the order and its ways, and respect their word once given, for their communion with the Saint is long, and their wisdom earned.

VIII. May you persevere to the end of any enterprise begun, for the folly is theirs that, through unfinished business, never gain wisdom from deeds done.

“You said we were in this together,” Tanguish said quickly. “Keep your promise and stay.”

IX. May you respect the honor of your fellow helsmet, that none may know you cruel or slave to vice. For no creature, be they sibling of order or beggar or king, is ever deserving of dishonor or pain.

Tanguish was so small, and so fragile. And he was so scared of pain, maybe all he really needed to do was turn around and grab the knife off the table, and then Tanguish would run.]

X. May you treat all siblings of sword and order as your own, held accountable as you would so hold yourself. A villain are they that stray from their tenets, and a villain they that allow it.

- Redstone and Skulk, @silverskye13

…

okay, so now that we’ve gone through all the ways Helsknight broke his tenets this chapter, lets talk about the WoG confirmation that the red text is the will of the his Saint and his accusation that Tanguish is twisting his tenets.

…… yeah I mean, he kind is. He’s admitted to it in the past too.

Like, obviously I am deeply unwell about this series in general, but Helsknight’s devotion to his Saint is so fucking fascinating to me personally. Holding to a code no one else has to is hard as shit and the Saint’s code is pretty vicious. But part of the code also addresses getting help from others and I don’t even know if there are others of the order?

BUT what there are others of, is the champions of the arena. And Helsknight has been forgoing their help for a while and the Hand calls him out on it. Helsknight just now realizing that he doesn’t have a lot of things grounding himself to him instead of Wels (and self-admittedly ignoring several of those things of late) isn’t healthy and he needs to reach out and he needs someone to hold him accountable, either to his tenets or whatever internal logic he decides to replace them with, and I don’t think it can be Tanguish, because I love him, but he’s absolutely a manipulative little shit who will use Helsknight’s code to his advantage in tense situations.

Hels doesn’t get much in the way of happy endings and I’m not entirely convinced that the ideal scenario for Helsknight to follow his tenets to the letter at this moment would be to muster up his allies and a battle plan and then march on hermitcraft to duel Wels or something. Which would be lowkey highkey horrible for everyone involved, not gonna lie. But I also have to wonder reallly strongly about how the red text of the Saint’s will directly violated several of the tenets and what that means for Helsknight going forward.

[laismoura-art]

How about some avatar au for your atla fan heart.

Mortal Kombat avatar au with our ocs.

🌊🪨The avatar au 🔥🌪

Water tribe:

It's obviously the lin kuei but with bi-han being more of the master at water bending and kuai liang, Lisa making fun of him while he's practicing the other students.

Bi-han: what type of whining is this!? Back in my day we trained in the cold winter's at night and no matter how cold it got I never stopped training.

Lisa: yea you just cried and begged father to let you in-

Bi-han: YOUR CATCHING FISH TONIGHT!!

Kuai liang: I need jasmine tea, for this..

Earth kingdom:

The Edenians, special forces , harumi and Johnny and kenshi from the earth nation it's all out order and chaos maybe the umgadi could be like the dai lee.

Harumi: has the war really stopped in ba sing se?

Kenshi: I don't know if it's pretty peaceful there. Tanya do you know anything about it?

Tanya:*visibly sweating* um maybe..

Sindel:*the tea is exceptionally good today. I hope no fire nation are here.

*two fire nation run aways: yea.. It's fire nation free. Would you like some moon cakes with that?

Sindel: oh you know me so well.

Fire nation:

The netherrealm, suchin and the shirai ryu together being in the fire nation except they aren't demon's and such. The avatar is to be from the fire nation in the avatar cycle. People are expecting asmodeus to be the avatar and this got hatsune banished and settled with hanzo hasashi in the earth kingdom.

Asmodeus: make way for the avatar fire Lord people the strongest in the world

Sareena: is he always this much full of himself.

Jatakaa: careful you might get banished.

Suchin: ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS FULL OF YOURSELF!?

hatsune: hey master i made you some tea.

Hanzo: *drinks tea and spits it out* Ugh this tea is nothing but hot leaf juice!!

Hatsune: master hansi that's what all tea is..

Hanzo: how could my own apprentice say something like that!?

Air nomads:

The white lotus plus Raiden and fujin in the air nomads. Liu kang is a, fire nation adopted by raiden and learning air bending not knowing he is the actual avatar. Kung Lao is a air nation prodigy like Liu kang but kung Lao is, hoping to go through greater lengths and be the best air bending master in the world.

Kung Lao: geez I hope asmodeus isn't the avatar.

Liu kang: yea it's not like he'll cause a war if he isn't.

Kung Lao: say what would happen if you became the avatar?

Liu kang: I won't be the avatar and besides I am not that responsible he monk raiden never let's me feed the baby bisons.

Kung Lao: true, want to play air ball?

Liu kang: sure!!

Later

Liu kang:*avatar state after some shit asmodeus did*

Kung Lao:.... The world is either in peace or doomed....

Yoo Dragon!!! This looks sooo cool!!! :O 💖💖💖

Sorry it took me a while to reply, I actually wanted to gather and develop some ideas that came to mind! And it turned out ENOURMOUS!

So I hope you enjoy:

💦For the Water Tribe:

I was wondering, since this is the Lin Kuei, I imagine the previous chief was involved in some pretty shady stuff, imagine he even made a deal with the fire nation at some point in an attempt to hold some of his remaining power? Imagine if he even sent some of his men to war to fight by the Fire Nation? Of course his plans backfire (literally, lol) and he ends up dead and Bi-Han ends up as the new chief!

I imagine that after years of shitty decisions from the chief, this Water Tribe ended up a mess and on the brink of destruction, so Bi-Han took it upon himself to make things right and return the Tribe to its previous glory!

The only problem is: He is the youngest chief they ever had and he is painfully inexperienced! So he is hardly taken seriously. He also doesn't trust the elders of his Tribe, given how they didn't do much to prevent the previous chief to mess up, so he relies on the youth, his twin siblings and friends, Hydro, Cyrax and Smoke (he's still deciding if Sektor can be trusted, as he is related to the previous grandmaster)

Though Kuai and Lisa often tease Bi-Han (as siblings do) they are his big supporters and do everything they can to be good advisors! Bi-Han is happy to have them around, even if he has to hear a joke or two at his expense...

🌿For the Earth Kingdom:

I like that Harumi is part of the Earth Kingdom, and you know she's my flower girl, so I was thinking: What if she was originally a waterbender from the Swamp?

Imagine, she was born in the swamp and learned to waterbend the flora around her, when she grew up she wanted to leave to explore the world (or at least the Earth kingdom, she was particularly curious about Omashu and Ba Sing Se (surely none of these cities will disappoint her… lol))

Imagine if people sometimes mistake her for the Avatar cause she is a waterbender born in the Earth Kingdom, lol!

Also, I LOVED the idea of the Umgadi being the Dai Lee!

Imagine this: Li Mei was once a Dai Lee soldier who got promoted and then learned what the Dai Lee was actually like (means to conspire against the kingdom and manipulate the royal family) Li Mei couldn't stand to be part of it and tried to leave, reveal the truth, only to be taken to the Lake Laogai. It was years ago and now her memory is coming back, but she still struggles to show everyone the truth.

Lucky for her she's not alone! The young earthbender Tanya was promoted just as she was and upon finding out the truth, she also could not stand to be part of it (it also helped her decision the fact that she is secretly dating the Kingdom's elder princess, Millena), but instead of trying to expose the truth, she tries to stop the Dai Lee from the inside with the help of a few trusted teammates and Li Mei as their coordinator. Together, they will bring the Dai Lee down!

🔥For the Fire Nation:

Damn, your girl Hatsune just can't catch a break when it comes to her shitty brother, can she?

Well, at least she's with Hanzo! I imagine Hanzo was once a soldier, one really mean and scary, maybe? the type that would almost burn the Earth Kingdom's capital to the ground? But pulled back after say... a family tragedy?

So now he seeks a more peaceful life for himself, hidden in the Earth Kingdom and taking care of this fellow Fire Nation girl who was just so wronged by her own family? 

I wonder if Suchin is so confident in talking shit about Asmodeus cause she knows she's one of his top girls and the moment she leaves his side he will get killed! (Little he knows, Suchin and the girls would rather get the job done themselves, lol)

🍃For the Air Nomads:

Ok, I absolutely ADORED the idea of the Avatar being from a Nation but being raised in another one! Cause it's such a fun concept, like, Liu is raised by the Air Nomads and is taught to live by the air nomads beliefs and the first attempt at bending from him will be at air bending, and as the Avatar he WILL succeed, so just imagine how it would be for this kid who is a airbender through and through who will one day find out not only that he's the Avatar but also a firebender by birth! That would be a WHOLE LOT to take!

Through the dialogues I can see that Liu already knows he's a firebender and Avatar, but I wonder how he found out. The idea of this coming as a shock and a big reveal is just soooo cool!

Also makes me wonder when did Raiden learned all this, if he knew from the start, if he had some suspicions as Liu was growing up, or if he found out just as Liu did (My bet i on the second one)

PS: I love that whenever there's an Avatar x MK AU, Liu is ALWAYS the Avatar!🤭 I think it's suiting for the "Chosen One", lmao!

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

15

Christmas dinner had its usual moments of bickering and teasing among siblings and friends. Lots of curious glances were tossed your way as you and Zoro sat together his hand resting on your knee under the table. Your younger blond brother seemed to be acting quite smug all evening while your older blond couldn't seem to wait to corner and interrogate you.

"You don't think it's a little bit suspicious, yoi?" Marco asked taking the plate you'd just washed to dry.

"First of all, ouch," you looked at him ironically, "what's so suspicious? I didn't know you had such a big problem with him."

"I didn't mean it like that," he deadpanned and continued, "I don't have a problem with him. It's just your age difference and it's no secret that our family is successful and well off while he has been working multiple jobs to make ends meet, yoi."

"So you're saying he wants a sugar mama?"

"More or less, I mean who knows that could be it?"

"I guess I wasn't clear enough before." Zoro interrupted.

Marco sighed.

"Before?" you echoed.

"It's not a fetish and I don't need your money," he paused and flushed a little, "I happen to enjoy and appreciate your sister's company. We're both adults and don't need your permission."

Marco tensed and puffed out his chest, "If you ever -"

"You don't have to threaten me. I don't intend to."

You looked away flustered and cleared your throat, "I'm right here ya know."

"I need a smoke." Marco rumbled dropping the dish towel and marching out of the room.

"I'm really sorry about that." You turned back to the sink.

His arms made their way around your waist, "Don't be. He's allowed to be worried, I just don't appreciate the assumptions."

"It was still rude." you pouted.

"Well, a sugar mama would be nice." he breathed teasingly against the crook of your neck.

"S-shut up." you shivered, "Help me dry these dishes."

"Yes ma'am." he rumbled kissing the tip of your ear and moving beside you.

"Don't call me that." you nudged him playfully with your elbow.

"Well if you insist on calling me Tiger then you'll have to get an embarrassing nickname too." he argued quietly.

"Ma'am isn't a nickname, for one, it's something you say to your elder."

He smirked at you.

"Don't say it." you scolded.

"Ok, ok." he raised his hands, "I'll think of something."

After you and Zoro cleaned up everyone gathered in the den to play games and watch movies. Thatch and Marco had dipped out to smoke while you were helping Al and Nami destroy your younger brothers at Scene It Music. Zoro sat in an armchair next to Pops watching you laugh and talk shit to each other.

"You won't find someone with a purer heart." your father murmured.

Zoro sighed inwardly, he knew you lived with a bunch of protective men but if he was going to be threatened individually by them this shit was going to get old.

"I agree." the greenette nodded.

"Don't listen to these brats by the way," the old man chuckled, "they talk big but they'd never do anything to hurt her."

Zoro took a swig from the bottle of beer he was holding, "And I wouldn't either."

"That's good to know, lad." both men looked on as you turned and smiled at them still laughing at something Al had said to Sabo to make him pout, "She looks at you differently than the others."

"How so?"

"It's almost how she looked at me when she was little; like I could do no wrong. It's an infectious feeling." Pops glanced at the younger male.

"She makes you believe you can't." Zoro muttered taking another drink.

He really felt if you had a super power it would be your ability to draw out the good in anyone and make them feel supported.

"Cherish her, lad."

"Yes sir."

"Girls win!" you cheered.

"You guys pay the next time we go to the bar." Al affirmed.

"Sign this." Nami slid a small sheet of paper across the coffee table, "You won't be getting out of it."

"What are you two talking about so seriously?" you asked plopping down in the chair with Zoro.

"It's a secret." your father winked.

You gave Zoro a pout.

He smirked and flicked your forehead, "What a brat you were when you were little."

"Hey!" you protested grabbing his hand.

"I like this one." Pops rumbled.

________________

Zoro admired you as you rested in his lap on the sofa in the den.

You'd spent most of the night awake with Pops who was too sick to move, and even if he wanted to his legs were retaining water and were puffy and stiff. He couldn't keep anything down which included his nausea medication, you wasted a few doses trying. The boys needed rest so they could get some work done and Marco and Thatch could start preparations.

So, your boyfriend of less than a week came by to help. He convinced you to lie down while Pops was finally resting and nap until the hospice nurse arrived. Once you got comfortable on his thigh you were out like a light. You snored softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Not even fifteen minutes into your nap the doorbell chimed sending Chopper into a frenzy and startling you awake.

The damn nurse was early.

"I'll let her in." Zoro murmured as you sat up rubbing your eyes.

You nodded and straightened yourself up trying to recall everything you needed to tell her in your sleepy haze. After giving her a run down of the night before she entered Pops' room and checked his vitals and gave him a few shots. He barely stirred during the examination.

"Are your brothers here?" the nurse asked stepping out of his room.

"Not yet, is something the matter?" your stomach dropped.

"It would be best if you contacted them so we can all discuss the next steps." she smiled empathetically.

It took less than an hour to assemble all five of your siblings.

You walked out on to the porch with Zoro adjusting the scarf around his neck.

"You don't have to go." you murmured nervously.

"It's a family moment. I don't want to upset your brothers." he brushed your hair behind your left ear, "I'll be nearby so just call me when you're done and I'll come back. Ok?"

"K." you pouted.

He swiftly kissed your lips and turned toward his truck.

"I'm going to have to suggest he be moved to the hospice center." Marcia, the nurse announced once you had all gathered in the living room.

"Why the center? He wanted to stay home." Sabo voiced.

"Yeah, you guys can just give him his treatments here anyway." Ace agreed.

"He's reached a stage where he needs around the clock care." Marcia explained, "We cannot do that here."

"How soon?" you asked

"There's a space available now. We can move him tomorrow." she replied.

"What does this mean? How long will he have to stay?" Luffy questioned from his seat next to you.

Marcia glanced at Thatch and Marco before turning back to the youngest as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Well, the hospice center is where people come to be kept comfortable in their final days."

[witchqueenvisenya]

Could you talk a little about your love for visenya? Visenya is my favorite conqueror and I love reading people talking about her. 😊

okay, so visenya is my preferred conqueror, if not my fave, and honestly, my thoughts on her fluctuate a lot mainly because while there are clear markers of how she was perceived, there isn't a lot of interiority, imo, when compared to aegon. i'd put rhaenys in the same boat as her, but this post isn't about her, so.

this is going to be a lot of headcanonning so look away if you aren't into that.

i'd be dishonest if i said that visenya being a warrior isn't a huge part of why she's one of my overall favourite asoiaf characters. asoiaf... is indeed a series where female roles in a fantasy medieval society are explored more than in other comparable lit, but there is seldom a character as intriguing as to simultaneously hold the position of eldest child, bear independent power in the form of vhagar, possess martial prowess in wielding a sword, and also hold no small amount of political power, especially as the yin to rhaenys' yang, the dagger to her honey (although, as i've talked before, these demarcations aren't absolute and i resent the fandom for drawing sharp lines), as well as a sort of alienating (for westerosi society) power in the form of her witchcraft.

so, visenya is, for all intents and purposes, an extremely powerful woman in a world where such a thing is often measured by at best, a woman's ability to manage a kingdom but not really delve into all its affairs (or indeed, even help in matters that usually a man, in such a medieval society, would take care of). because yes, at the time of conquest there were such women as meria martell and sharra arryn who were powerful to different degrees, but unlike visenya or her sister, these women weren't as deeply involved in military minutiae (as far as we can tell. although dorne being dorne, meria might well have been some sort of warrior in her days, but we have no record of her engaging in such an expansion of her lands as we see with visenya, who really only stood to rule dragonstone with aegon as a husband initially) or have any high fantasy elements attached to them that set them a touch apart.

which is sort of the point.

visenya is one of three siblings descended from a destroyed empire, belonging to a family that fled annihilation. i've always seen the targaryens as having been born with a sense of flight, in all senses of the word. they notoriously survive, and they inevitably cling onto a level of power that no one in the world can match. they have no natural competitors, especially as long as the dragons stayed alive. visenya, as the eldest child, is someone i've seen as having an even higher drive for power than aegon, whatever his motivation for conquest may have been--but i've never seen it as power for power's sake.

i see it as her adopting a natural sense of alignment with what she believes should be her place in the world, not really as a cartoonish supreme ruler of all, but as someone, who probably dealt with such a sense of responsibility to her house that she (unprompted) took on all the skills and knowledge that someone of her blood should know without fail, that she trained harder and rode her dragon more fiercely than her siblings, probably taught herself some type of valyrian sorcery, all in preparation of her future as aegon's wife, as a lady of dragonstone. aegon, who, in any avenue, would never seek to surpass her, but who she saw as someone primarily under her protection. (i'd like to point out that i don't think she imagined she would ever just be a medieval standard appropriate wife or like, a childbearing machine. i think she very much saw herself as an advisor, as counsel, as someone who would always have a sort of elder sister wisdom that aegon would need. and indeed, aegon acquiesced to her when it was needed for the realm, but also visenya acquiesced to her brother's emotional state, probably many times before rhaenys' death, and especially after that, in however much capacity as aegon allowed).

i wouldn't call it foresight or anything on her part, but eldest siblings do often seek to control everything to a pathological degree, which is why she must have immediately had plans upon plans when aegon eventually revealed his desire to conquer westeros. a desire which even if she didn't share, felt right to her, probably felt like something her ancestry might be in concord with, and a desire which she and her siblings enacted with academic caution and then blunt militaristic force, and then maintained through compromise and understanding and subtle manipulation.

i do have thoughts about her non-platonic relationship with aegon and rhaenys, and about her son and then aenys, but it'll probably be another post. however, i will say this. i've always called bull on that line about aegon marrying one for duty and one for love. i think between the three of them, these two things warped and shaped in a way so utterly unfathomable to westeros that the only way they could see it was as a binary, divisive, often competetive romance hinged on the personality differences between visenya and rhaenys, and how the latter was more conventionally desirable in a westerosi sense and thus the rightful receiver of the king's affection. instead of, you know. the older witch who wielded a man's weapon and needed to pull a baby out of some magic cauldron bc her husband didn't like to touch her >:/

[copiousloverofcopia]

HI there Ghesties!!!

I know it's been another long one since I posted, but your girl has soooooo much on her plate right now.

it's been really hard to find time to do my stories justice and I don't wanna just give you guys anything that I am not happy with.

So, thank you all for being so patient with me and I am back with some Hunter's Moon celebrations with our beloved Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 5: Hunter's Moon

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The sound of the ice clinking in the glass filled the otherwise hollow of the room. Secondo sat sullen at his desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and retrieving an old, leather-bound ledger. A group photo tucked inconspicuously inside. Between the faded and tattered pages—a totem of times long passed.

He sat back against his chair, looking down at the old Polaroid held in his right glove. Recognizing the handwriting of his elder brother—Samhain celebration. The year written now faded into a smear of ink. With only the faint hint of 19 still visible.

It was bittersweet now to look at it. More bitter than sweet if Secondo was being honest. A group of clergymen, all much younger than they were now, dressed in their best robes for the autumnal festivities. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and even Nihil all in attendance, but it was the man standing just beside Secondo that held his attention. The man that held that bitter taste that lingered in Secondo’s mouth. James, his once good friend and colleague—Marcus’s father.

He had been sitting with the knowledge of Marcus's lineage for weeks. Holding in close to the chest while he waited for the right time to reveal it to his brothers. Debating to himself on whether or not Marcus would be safe if he chose to reveal it to the whole of the Ministry. After all he wasn’t the only one who James had betrayed. 

Staring at them in the picture. The perfect portrait of gluttonous fools who were high and mighty in both their lust for power and pursuit of sin. Each of them at one time like brothers to one another. Even James who at one time even Nihil considered a “son”. 

The pain of his betrayal still ached deep inside Secondo. A thought he had worked hard to push deep in the recesses of his mind. Finally, he became sick of looking at it. Crumbling up the photo in his hand and tossing in the dusty forgotten corner of the room. 

“Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?” he whispered to himself before finishing up the watered-down spirits in his glass. Just as he resigned to moving on with his work, there came a knock at the door. Secondo letting out a deep sigh as he called them in. His brothers just on time. 

“Fratello. You asked to see us.” Primo said, stepping into the office. Head held high and prideful as expected. He was always such a source of knowledge and reassurance for Secondo. Having practically raised both him and Terzo for their entire childhood, Primo was a father figure unlike anything Nihil could ever be.

“That I did, thank you for coming. I know it's a busy afternoon for us all.” he acknowledged watching as Terzo came following shortly behind. Secondo’s head had already begun to pound. Rubbing at his temples before motioning for his brothers to take a seat—they had much to discuss. 

“What's this about? You know I'm missing confessional for this.” Terzo huffed, slouching down in his chair like a petulant teenager who had convinced himself he had better things to do with his time. His annoying, although all too predictable behavior, sending Secondo and Primo’s eyes both rolling in their skulls. Knowing that the only reason Terzo would be miffed at missing his duties at the confessional, was because he was planning on spending the day fucking inside it. 

“There is a situation that has been brought to my attention and I think you all should know.” Secondo began, his eyes traveling over to the crumpled-up photo. Terzo, noting it. Hopping up from his chair to retrieve it, unwrinkled it to see the daunting image staring back at them. 

“It's…” he began, his mind flashing back to the night of James’s uprising. A night that his head was inches away from being served on a platter. Handing over the photo to Primo for him to see. The air in the room turned ominous as they all sat in a moment of silence. 

“He is Marcus's father.” Secondo admitted, breaking the quiet between them. Both Primo and Terzo's eyes widened at the news. 

“Oh cazzo. You have to be fucking joking.” Terzo sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Secondo's desk. Primo allowed himself to slowly sink back into his chair. The audible sounds of his bones and joints settling filling the space between them. 

“Are you sure?” He asked him, even though he knew that Secondo would not be the one to joke about such a thing. Understanding that for Secondo, it was especially devastating, if their new resident Hellhound and his brother’s unsung lover was the spawn of one of the Ministry’s, and the Emeritus line’s, greatest adversaries.

“I'm sure. He told me himself. Seems that he finally managed to summon a Hellhound of his own.” Secondo explained, exhaling hard with his words.

“More like found her, knocked her up, and took advantage of her, it sounds like.” Terzo hissed.

“Do you think he knows? Is war on the horizon for us?” Primo asked, worried that Marcus's appearance at their Abbey had been no coincidence.

 “You don’t expect James to just come strolling back, do you?” Terzo asked.  

“If he is being used to infiltrate us, I can assure you, he knows nothing of it.” Secondo groaned, realizing what Primo was implying. It was certainly something he himself had considered in the beginning. From the moment Marcus told him, there was always the fear in his mind that they were being set up. However, he couldn’t bring himself to think Marcus was involved. 

His feelings for the wayward dog were growing stronger with each passing day. Though he had yet to fully admit it to anyone. Maybe Marcus was trying to get close to him in order to give his father the upper hand. It would be his former best friend who would be most devastated to be betrayed once more by him again. He just couldn't bear to think it—something told him Marcus was genuine.  

“Aware or not…this spells trouble. We need to talk to him, find out more…”

“In time Terzo, I don’t think it would be wise to bring it up before the celebrations. Maybe after—until then we will need to keep our eyes open and our ears to the ground. I suggest we notify the clergy of possible threats and have the ghouls keep a keen eye out until we know more.” 

“I agree, no need to ruin the Hunter's Moon Hunt over sheer speculation.” Primo began, rising up from the chair so that he and Terzo could get things settled, “but fratello, make no mistake, we have to do something soon.”

“Agreed.” Secondo nodded as they headed out the door. 

The night sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of indigo, amber, and vermillion. The sun, having begun to set as the Hunter’s Moon hung high in the above. The enchantment, circling the grounds, emanating a haunting, green light. It had become something of a sport for the Abbey to celebrate this night. The night of the Hunter’s Moon—a time honored tradition. 

It started as a celebration of the feral nature of all Hell beasts. A time when their powers would be at their utmost capacity. Usurping the otherwise willfulness of them to be tamed—to follow commands. Now it had now become an opportunity for bets placed and gleeful indulgence. Everyone, excited to see who would be caught and when. 

The ghouls would be “hunted”—chased down and caught once again by their prospective Papas. The evenings celebrations, all culminating in a night of sin, power, and depending on the relationship between them, carnal desires and lust. The entirety of the Abbey, benefiting from the Hellish impulses and debauchery the night created. A perfect and proper display of their faithfulness of sin, meant to please Lucifer himself. And tonight, Marcus would officially join the pack.

Far down in the bowels of the Abbey, the dungeons were filled with ghouls. All of them snapping and snarling as they waited for Sister Imperator's command for the gates to be open. Releasing them onto the grounds while Primo, Secondo, and Terzo awaited them. Cardinal Copia, along with Aether and Dew and the rest of the newly summoned ghouls watching in awe. Their time to come once Copia would be allowed to ascend. Leaving them for now to be delighted spectators to the night's events. 

“Well now.” Primo remarked, noting the list of ghouls taking place in the hunt. “I see that although Copia brought him in, Sister is allowing the Hellhound to run for you huh fratello.” he finished, smirking at Secondo. The three Emeritus sons already prepared to take off on horseback after their ghouls. Like an old English foxhunt, ready to capture their prey. 

“I think we all know why.” Terzo jabbed back, “...seems the old man has grown quite smitten with the puppy.” 

“Ah…non riferirti a lui in quel modo.” Primo chided, worried about Terzo's lack of decorum towards their brother’s new charge. 

“It is alright Primo. It's a term of endearment...I think.” Secondo winked, knowing that the ghouls too called Marcus, “puppy”. A friendly nickname given to the new guy who they had only ever accepted as their own. 

“Whatever you say then fratello.” Primo nodded as Aether, Dew, Copia, and Sister Imperator approached them. The mass of siblings, clergy, and remaining ghouls, all filing in on the back courtyard as they waited. 

The sound of anxious hoofs, shifting around on the old stone pavement echoed in the cold autumn night. Secondo exhaled as he waited patiently, his breath just visible in the air. All of them all bundled in their winter vestments. The hint of pinkened noses noted just beneath the brother’s papal paints.  

“Well now, have we all placed our bets?” Copia asked, smiling with his ledger and quill ready in hand. He was honored to be serving as unofficial bookie for the event. The Ministry, choosing to “look the other way” at the betting practice. It was a position that had long since been held by the Ministry treasurer. Which at this time, and for many years now, had just so happened to be the Cardinal. 

“We all know who's getting caught first.” Terzo chuckled, popping his neck from side to side, ready to ride. 

“That's because the two of you just want to fuck each other's brains out… no respect for the sport of it.” Primo scoffed. It was always Omega, Terzo’s ghoul and lover, that was caught first. The two of them barely able to contain themselves long enough before they would spend the evening entangled with one another, and usually a very willing sister, deep in the western wood. Showing more appreciation for lustful endeavors than they ever did for the Hunter's Moon celebration itself. 

“Pff.” Terzo shrugged, smirking once more as he still knew it was true. The youngest Emeritus son winking to Sister Jillian who stood amongst the crowd. The obvious choice for their lascivious plans with her ample bosom and bedroom eyes.

With Omega surely on his way to being “caught” first, it was more exciting to see who would be caught last—the one to hold out the longest. Would it be one of Primo or Secondo's ghouls? Would Marcus even have a chance of out running Secondo? Only the night would tell. 

“Ok last call for bets!” Copia announced as he finished up inscribing the last bit of guesses from the siblings and, although she was officially not supposed to, Sister Imperator. Who had discreetly managed to slip Aether a 20. 

“My money's on the dog." she winked. Aether, chuckling to himself as he quickly took the bill from her and made his way over to Copia. 

“Best betting pool the Abbey has seen in decades.” Father Jim delighted as he Copia and Dew stood at the bottom of the steps in the courtyard. Aether approached them, sending a wink to Copia as he handed him the money. Nodding in Sister’s direction as Copia immediately caught on. Jotting down her initials in the ledger. 

“Sí, Mammon would certainly be proud.” Copia said, nodding as well back towards her.

Marcus was absolutely feral. Teeth bared as drool rolled from within his mouth. His full Hellhound visage on display. Staying true in form along with all the ghouls around him. Their usual glamours, falling to the wayside as they all roared, hissed, and growled. Ready for the indication that the hunt had begun. Releasing them from their hold within the dungeons. 

“That old man better be ready” he growled. Pacing back and forth along the dirt floor.

“Don’t get too cocky, Cucciolo. That old man is one of the best I have ever seen.” Earth snapped. Playfully nipping at Marcus like they were a pair of hyper littermates. Playing with one another to prepare for the hunt. Marcus’s tail, wagging with excitement as he waited anxiously for things to begin. 

Then it happened, the shot rang out from Sister Imperator’s gilded pistol and the gates lifted. Unleashing them onto the Abbey grounds. Taking off full force into the woods beyond them. Only moments could they hear Sister Imperators voice on the megaphone.

“Let the Hunter’s Moon Hunt begin!” she called, allowing the Papas now to take off after them. Following them deep into the woods to be tracked and caught. Marcus began panting and howling as he ran. Deeper and deeper into these woods he had only recently come to know. Still a novice as he allowed his wild nature to take over—guide him on his way. 

He had never felt so alive. The cold wind, flowing through his hair as he ran. The light of the moon, highlighting his silhouette in an eerie reddened hue. Marcus, feeling his true power. What it really meant to be a Hellhound for the first time in his life. Unabashed, wild—free.

I don’t care what the others might say. The old man will never catch me, he thought. Reveling in this newfound freedom. Losing himself as he began frolicking, prancing, and running. Paying little attention as each of the Papas managed to capture a ghoul or two around him.

Marcus didn’t care. He was thrilled to remain uncaught. Feeling smug with his ability to evade his would-be captor. Feeling confident enough in his lead to stop. Hollowing up at the orange devil in the sky. Barking and running in circles when he heard the faint snap of a twig from behind him. It was Secondo, jumping down off his horse to pursue him on foot. The “old man was surprisingly fast for his age.  

“You will only get so far, Cucciolo! My track record is perfect.” Secondo yelled into the woods, only seeing a small speck of his target running in front of him. 

“Sure, old man, we'll see about that!” Marcus snarked, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted his way up a hill.

A group of ghouls; Water, Earth, Alpha, and some of the others joined him on each side. All of them happily ran beside him. Stopping again for only a moment together to howl at the moon.

“Gotcha!” Terzo beamed, snagging up Omega swiftly and with ease. The big ghoul, who had shockingly held out longer than expected, melted into his Papa's touch as they kissed against a tree. Marcus couldn’t help but blush at their fervidness and passion. Wondering if he would allow himself to be caught. If only just to have Secondo once more in his arms, his mouth—.

Back at the Abbey’s courtyard, the crowd waited for the return of the ghouls and Marcus. Primo proudly had caught all of his ghouls in record time. Terzo was still, as expected, in the middle of the woods with Omega. Sister Jillian, now suspiciously missing from the rest of the group. Secondo too had managed to retrieve everyone—everyone except Marcus. 

“Cucciolo! Torna qui, piccolo stronzo!” Secondo yelled out. The whole of the Abbey listened as he spouted his frustrations in strings of profane Italiano. His boisterous rant pouring over the wind scorched trees and echoing towards them. The lot of them, amused at his vexation. 

Secondo couldn’t care less what they thought. Still hoping to get the jump on his new pet. The young Hellhound, however, was proving to be more of a challenge than he'd imagined. Feeling the age difference between them in a way he never had before.  

“How long should we let this go on?” Copia asked, struggling to hold back his own amusement. Watching as Marcus managed to evade Secondo's every move. His tail wagging behind him as Marcus did everything he could to mess with him. The siblings, clergy, and the rest of the ghouls all became dizzy as they watched Marcus running in circles around one another. 

“Just a bit longer….one of them will fall out.” Sister Imperator hummed, satisfied with the turn of events. Reaching back to grab her lump sum of winnings from behind her from Aether as she smirked. 

“When this is over I am never letting you off the leash again.” Secondo hissed. Angrily tapping the wrapped-up leash between his hands as he saw Marcus along the precipice of the woods. 

“Is that so?” Marcus grinned, running back inside. Secondo gritted his teeth. He needed to catch his willful pup, lest he’d never hear the end of the ribbing from his brothers. He yanked back on the reins, tapping his horse. 

“Yah!” Secondo yelled, the horse taking off fast after Marcus. The sound of its hoofs, loud in Secondo’s ears. Gaining on Marcus quickly. Delighted that he finally seemed to be slowing down. 

“Oh fuck!” Marcus yelped, looking over his shoulder to see Secondo following closely behind. He continued to run, flying past the blur of trees and brush. Secondo, still maintaining a close distance behind him when suddenly the sound of hoofs stopped. Marcus halting in his position and slowly turning around. 

Sniffing the air around him for Secondo’s scent. The air, so muddied with the scent of all the rest of the ghouls and the Papas, including Secondo, that it was almost impossible to discern him. Marcus, panting hard as he frantically searched his surroundings for a sign of movement. His ears piqued to any noise from within the trees. Reverting to his human form, wiped from all his expended energy. 

“Gotcha!” Secondo proclaimed, snatching Marcus up by his collar and throwing him up against an old corkwood tree. Marcus, turning to face him as their mouths came crashing together like ferocious waves. Tasting, needing—desperate for one another. 

“I need you.” Marcus moaned. As Secondo began undoing his belt. Marcus naked as the day he was born in the chilling air. The heat between them, keeping him warm.

 “I need you too.” Secondo groaned as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Leaking and throbbing with his intentions. Marcus practically salivating at the sight of him. 

“Then take me.” Marcus purred, turning around to rub his ass against the swelling of him. 

“I will do with you as I please.” Secondo hissed, attaching the leach to Marcus’s collar as he licked his lips. Sinking his own teeth into his young lover's shoulder—asserting himself as the dominant one between them. 

“Ah fuck.” Marcus mewled. Secondo, already nudging his cock against the tightly ribbed opening. Using his hand to smear the wealth of precum along his shaft. Easing his swift gliding straight into Marcus’s ass.

“Make no mistake. You belong to me now.” Secondo groaned as he began fucking him. His cock, quickly spreading out his hole to house him deep inside. Withdrawing back only to slam harder and deeper inside him.  

“Mmm…yes Papa….” Marcus moaned, bending further forward. His new position, allowing Secondo deeper inside. 

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well. I’ve dreamt of this moment.” 

“Mmm...Secondo…ah! Fuck me too.” Marcus cried out as Secondo reached around to take Marcus's cock in his still gloved hand. The cool leather slick from Secondo’s cum along Marcus’s shaft. 

“That's right you little mutt, cum for your Papa. Cum in my hand while I cum in your ass.” Secondo demanded as he yanked back on Marcus’s leash once more. Railing him into complete submission. The sounds of his lap pounding against Marcus’s ass surely heard all the way back at the Abbey.  

“Oh yes! Yes!” Marcus called out, tears streaming down his face with the mix of pain and pleasure. Secondo, buried deep in his asshole. Practically impaling him on him, pressing hard along his weak spot. Marcus, quickly cumming all over Secondo’s hand. Face bright red and eyes almost crossed as he burst in his hand. 

Soon Secondo too couldn’t help but cum. Thrusting and pounding harder and harder until the warm liquid from Marcus’s orgasm ran over his wrist. The feel of it sending him over as he slammed Marcus’s ass down hard against his lap. Pouring ropes of cum deep in the back of him. 

When it was all said and done, they both laid spent on the ground. Breathing, slowly settling as Marcus laid his hand against Secondo’s warm chest. His Papa, wrapping them both in his vestments as best he could. The cold, now beginning to settle in as the sweat from their efforts evaporated from their skin. 

“You were amazing tonight.” Secondo hummed. 

“Really?” Marcus asked, a bit surprised that Secondo was so impressed with him. Both of them, still reveling in descent from their orgasms. 

“Truly. Everyone else had been caught tonight before you. You should be proud, Cucciolo.” Secondo explained. Marcus felt warm inside. Proud of himself for his efforts but completely enamored with Secondo that the victory paled in comparison. 

“Thank you.” was all he could muster. Secondo, pulling out a cigarillo to puff on before they’d head back in. 

“You’re welcome.” Secondo began when the post-coital reality began to set in. There was still so much to learn about Marcus—and if he truly knew about his father. Secondo knew he would have to tell him, but tonight was certainly not the night. For now, he would enjoy this moment between them—a rare moment of happiness.

“Happy first Hunter’s Moon.” Marcus smiled in his adorable naive, but charming tone. 

“Happy Hunter’s Moon.”

Notes: Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?- Satan, could he really be trying to come back? non riferirti a lui in quel modo.-do not refer to him like that.  Cucciolo-Puppy torna qui, piccolo stronzo- come back here you little shit.

[alexanderlightweight]

So I know you just posted disabled Alec and I have no idea if you planned on continuing it but you have me invested. If you can maybe Magnus learning the story of how Alec got hurt and meeting Jace or Izzy. Or how you wrote that in meetings shadowhunter know when to pause so it's the first downwoarld meeting and they don't understand why Alec pauses. Forgive me for my rambling, but you have managed to make Wendsday my favorite day!!

for chronic!pain fics, I have @saeths read over them first so I hope you enjoy this, a glimpse into Magnus learning more about Alec

Also never apologize for rambling, I am made of rambles and that’s how fics happen! It’s also my favorite day!

lumine

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“This should have killed you.” Magnus says one night, he can’t help it, the secret he whispers into Alexander’s hair, his fingers lingering on the scars Alexander still bears.

His lovely boy is lying on top of him, shuddering from pleasure and Magnus is using magic to ease his trembling, hoping that it will help soothe him before his body senses a weakness and attacks.

“It should have killed my siblings.” Is admitted, quietly into the night.

“You have siblings?” Magnus asks, honestly surprised because while he’s never paid much attention to the Lightwood’s in general, he knows he wouldn’t have missed Alexander mentioning them.

“I do.” Alexander says, but his voice trembles and Magnus sends more magic into him, heat infusing his palm as he rubs Alexander’s hips and back. “They are… we don’t talk very much.”

Magnus hums, unwilling to press his boy when Alexander is relaxing, but then Alec sighs, a shaky, warm gust of oxygen tickling Magnus’ chest.

“They were heavily sanctioned during our last mission together and after it, my brother and I were denied the right to be parabatai.”

“The mission must have gone terribly wrong.” Magnus muses and when Alexander tenses, he tightens his hold, gently but firmly. “Tell me it wasn’t—” he manages to say, so softly he’s not sure he’s said it aloud.

“They wouldn’t listen.” Alexander’s voice is harsh, but Magnus can tell that the memory has his heart breaking. “They never listened to me, but I thought they would, with so many Elders watching. I broke myself to save them, Magnus, and even now, I’m still struggling, and they still don’t understand.  They think I should be better now. That I need to forgive and forget but Magnus, I can’t forget. My body won’t let me.”

Magnus doesn’t shush him, just soothes him because Alexander needs to say this, to speak his mind in a way he won’t allow himself to with his subordinates. Magnus, however, is his equal, his lover and is more than willing to share the burdens of Alexander’s heart.

“They don’t deserve you.” Magnus promises him, kissing his brow and then his hair and wishing he could do more than simply sink his magic into Alexander’s body.

There’s no cure, no matter how hard he looked, and it maddens him, having so much power and being able to do so little with it.

Alexander just sighs, snuggling a little closer and settling himself a little more solidly on Magnus and him just shrugs, silent and still as he falls asleep.

[ofdragcn]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         emma d’-arcy,  29,  non-binary,  they/them.    announcing  the  arrival  of  VISENYA  of  house  TARGARYEN,  the  LEIGE  of  CASTAMERE  .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  HEADSTRONG and  STUBBORN  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  dragonriding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  being a ‘lone wolf’ whilst craving the company of others, calloused hands from holding onto rope too tightly, crooked smiles appearing during inappropriate times, a candle wick that refuses to light.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS

# basic information.

official  name:  visenya targaryen.  noble  title:  liege of castamere.  date  of  birth:  12th may.  age:  29.  birthplace:  kings landing  home:  castamere.  nationality:  valyrian.  gender:  non-binary.  pronouns:  they/them.  orientation:  pansexual.  languages:  common tongue & high valyrian.  accent:  westerland.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  emma d'arcy.  ethnicity:  white.  hair:  silvery blonde.  eyes:  lavender.  height:  5'6".  scent:   vanilla mixed with the subtle hint of dragon.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none..  scars:  one on their wrist where they cut themselves falling off a tree.   clothing  style:  typical high born dresses, usually in red and black to honour her house.

# personality.

label: the lone wolf dragon.   mbti:   isfp.   enneagram:   9w8 ; the adviser   element:   earth.   star   sign:   taurus.   temperament: phlegmatic  melancholic.  character   inspirations:   rhaenys targaryen (house of the dragon), zhongli (genshin impact), bronya (honkai: star rail)   deadly   sin:   sloth.   heavenly   virtue:   patience.   godly   parent:   hades.

# drives.

hobbies:  archery, dragon riding.  religion:  the seven.  alliance:  targaryen.  personal goals:  to protect her family and house.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# dragon.

name: shrykos. age: four years. scales and wings colour: ruby with black details. eye colour: turquoise. able to ride yet: no.

# narrative...

you never cared for the antics between your house and the lannisters, for what is gold without family? what is lands with nobody to sew them? and titles mean just as little without a strong family.

when your eldest sibling married a lannister you cared less, whether for love or duty; the very idea of marriage seems uninteresting. perhaps you live life so passively that spending forever with someone is neither good nor bad, so long as nobody stops you from doing whatever it is that you do.

a middle child, but not young-middle; you are treated as an elder yet behave wilder than your younger siblings. as a child you enjoyed climbing trees and throwing rocks into rivers. and as you grew older, a bow and arrow became your toys, they never left your side.

the one thing you most longed for was your own dragon, as a targaryen it was only natural for you to fly higher than the trees you once climbed. however, you'd wait quite some time for that dream to become a reality. only four years ago did the queen allow you to take up the challenge of claiming a beast.

you wanted a big, formidable flying weapon and were disappointed when your eyes met the small ruby hatchling, but when it's turquoise eyes met yours all that disappointment instantly left your body. for the first time you witnessed a creature that needed you, rather than you needing it.

you named your little dragon shrykos, and though he is still too small to fly now, you know when that day comes he will be the most loyal and protective companion known throughout the seven kingdoms.

more to be added i have 0 braincells