#i love egypt's lack of hair

[mytale0]

( Lebanon from @peonycats, maybe one day I'll use my 2 brain cells to create a Lebanon Oc 💀)

A little late on the trend sorrryy

I'm trying to find an art style that I like when I don't feel like doing realism, but I can't find something that really suits me 🤷🏽‍♀️

[pharsalianostra]

Finals took me out for a bit, but I’m back, and I finally finished!!! Here’s Cleopatra and Livia in all their glory :)

Should I make one of Mark Antony and Octavian next??

Parallel Lives

To me, Cleopatra VII and Livia Drusilla are two sides of the same coin. They were born exactly ten years apart (Cleopatra in 69 BCE and Livia in 59 BCE), and were the female rulers of two of the most prominent Mediterranean powers of their time. Their families were deeply entwined: Julius Caesar was the father of Cleopatra’s son and Livia’s (adopted) father-in-law; Mark Antony was Livia’s brother-in-law through his marriage to Octavia; when Augustus conquered Egypt, he had Cesarion killed because he was a threat to Augustus’s apparent right to rule.

Both women grew up in a time of civil war and ended up on opposite sides of their families. Cleopatra openly fought her brother Ptolemy XIII and her sister Arinoe VI. Livia’s father and brother died fighting for Brutus and Cassius at Philippi. Her first husband sided with Fulvia and Lucius Antonius when they fought Augustus.

Both of them have been misrepresented by ancient sources and modern media.

Augustus’s propaganda hinged on the presentation of himself as a proper and modest Roman returning to tradition after so much civil war (other than the autocratic ruling ofc). He presented Livia as the ideal and perfect Roman matron, chaste, modest, and pious. He presented Cleopatra as the opposite. She represented the extravagance and backwardness of foreign monarchs. Augustus presented her as domineering over Antony, a reversal of the proper order (his slander of her was largely slander of Antony after all). And although Augustus publicly looked down on Egypt, he adopted many elements of Egyptian monarchy into his dynasty, such as the association of monarchs with gods—as Livia was associated with Ceres, Magna Mater, and Venus, Cleopatra mostly associated herself with Isis (who shares an origin with Venus).

Both were accused by historians of poisoning family members—Cleopatra her brother Ptolemy XIV among others, and Livia Augustus as well as a number of his heirs.

In modern media, Cleopatra is often seen as an over-sexualized seductress, Livia as a conniving and manipulative wife and mother.

Whether or not they did any poisoning, they were both incredibly intelligent and fascinating women and I love both of them a lot.

There are some of motifs in the drawing I want to point out:

- Cleopatra is wearing an Isis knot (the top layer of her dress), a common feature found in depictions of Ptolemaic queens that associates them with the goddess Isis

- She is also wearing a simple cloth diadem as often seen in depictions of Alexander the Great and all the dynasties that emulated him. It’s often seen in Cleopatra VII’s coinage

- She has the melon hairstyle, which she is seen with on coinage and in Roman sculpture. Apparently she popularized it among Roman women when she visited the city!

- Her snake bracelet and bull earrings are also common Ptolemaic motifs

- Livia is dressed like a proper Roman matron in her palla, stola, and tunica. The lack of jewelry is meant to show her modesty as well. Augustus and Livia went out of their way to present as a normal senatorial class couple rather than opulent foreign monarchs

- Her hair is in the iconic nodus style, as seen on basically all her statuary as well as that of other women in Augustus’s household such as Octavia

- Both Livia and Cleopatra are depicted holding cornucopias in their statuary. It associates them with fertility, wealth, and number of mother-goddesses. Pomegranates are a symbol of Juno and Proserpina, wheat and poppy sheafs are associated with Ceres. Wheat is also important because it was a resource Egyptian had in abundance and that Rome was desperate for. A lot of the politics between the two nations were based around that trade.

- And figs. Well, there are a lot of stories that get told about Cleopatra and Livia, many of which paint them with misogynistic stereotypes. Cleopatra’s death has long been the subject of speculation and fantasy. Shakespeare writes that she snuck the snakes she used to commit suicide past the Augustus’s men in a basket of figs. Livia has often been implicated in Augustus’s death. A popular version of that being that she poisoned him with figs. These two women are connected by the imagery and symbolism of the fruit: femininity and fertility, poison and death.

[divaofmads]

King Baldwin IV | Childhood Love

Part I

~Inspired by history

WARNING: I am an amateur for all these and apologize for any mistakes I made as English is not my native language.

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It was the year 1171. Manuel I was trying to return the Byzantine Empire to its former glory. For this, he had to organize expeditions and be the leader of the emperors mentioned in the Eastern Roman Empire. However, it was difficult to act alone. He had suffered many losses during his invasions. Although the future he envisioned in his mind and the steps taken towards this future were working perfectly in his imagination, the foreign policy he followed should have been much more active and ambitious.

Moreover, the Muslims were getting stronger and getting closer to the Eastern Roman Empire. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before they would capture the Holy Land. The king of Jerusalem, Amalric, was able to protect his lands with the strategic planning he followed, but what about his heir?

All these ideas led Manuel to set his sights on Egypt. By uniting with the Kingdom of Jerusalem, they could lead a joint invasion of Fatimid Egypt, or at least weaken their power. Thus, Manuel took the first step towards political rapprochement by sending an envoy to Amalric, the King of Jerusalem at the time.

The Latin King was happy with his alliances. Although he knew that Manuel was not qualified to rule, he wanted to make the Holy Land impassable by adding Byzantine soldiers to his army. This required more than a political alliance.

Amalric knew that the Byzantine King had a daughter who had just turned nine, only a year younger than his son Baldwin, and that their union would be the most logical step towards continuing the Byzantine and Latin lineage.

Even though she was a little girl, Maria was more than just that. She was the princess who carried the blood of the Komnenos Dynasty. The responsibilities that were hidden like a sneaky snake behind her luxurious, rich and fairytale-like life had already begun to inject their poison into the little princess's childish soul to celebrate the arrival of the right time. While the sons of noble lineage were trained to ascend to the throne and rule their country, the most ruthless duty fell to the girls. To ensure peace between enemies or alliances, to act as a bridge. Noble girls did not have the innate right to marry the man they loved.

Empress Bertha had also been forced into one of these marriages. Although she had a good marriage with Manuel, she was afraid that her lack of choice would affect her, that she would suffer the effects of the golden collar that her noble lineage had put on her. This was the reason for her tension at dinner. Maria could not understand her mother's sudden reprimands: You don't hold your fork properly, you don't chew your food twenty times, don't get your clothes dirty, why isn't your hair in a braid?

It was obvious to everyone that the queen was not only projecting her anger onto her daughter, but also onto the servants.

The aristocratic families, lords and leading merchants of Constantinople were at the table. Emperor Manuel had asked them to come to his table to give him the good news. After dessert, he stood up and made a toast.

"My dear friends. You did not leave us alone in this beautiful night, I raise my glass to you first," he said and after he raised the glass to his lips, the other people at the table took a sip of their wine. When the Emperor spoke again, Maria was watching her father in surprise.

"As you know, the alliance we have established with the Kingdom of Jerusalem has been going on for years. However, we must protect our lands from the Muslims, prevent their advancement, and strengthen our ties with King Amalric against possible future Turkish threats. When the political strategies of the Latins and the wealth of our empire come together, we will have no obstacles to achieve our goals." The Emperor raised his glass to his daughter and showed how much he trusted her with his gaze, placing an unbearable burden on the little princess' shoulders.

"My dear daughter, the engagement of Princess Maria and the Latin prince Baldwin IV will establish insurmountable bonds between the two Empires and will finally be officially crowned."

Just this morning, the princess who had just left needlepoint class and was playing with her dolls was going to be engaged to Baldwin IV as the future Queen of Jerusalem. It sounded far away. The little girl looked at her mother. Two drops of tears flowed from her eyes and followed their paths down her cheeks and dropped onto the plate in front of her. Promise, engagement, marriage... Bertha was talking about all of them to her daughter. She had promised herself that she would marry the man she loved when the time was right. Even though she was young, Maria realized her mother's shame at not keeping her promise to her. The intensive training she had received since she had reached the age of awareness had turned her into an intelligent princess. She was much smarter than her peers and had a great ability to interpret events. She was also aware that no one would oppose the engagement. This was her fate. The ultimate end of princesses. She had no choice but to appear happy to her mother. She did not want to see her disappointed. She gripped Bertha's hand on the table tightly. The Empress looked at her daughter to understand what she had done and saw the happy expression in her eyes.

"I will be the queen of the Holy Land, won't I, mother?"

Emperor Manuel proudly answered your question that you asked with happiness.

"You will go down in history as the most talked about Empress of Rome and the Latin people." He raised his glass one last time and raised his voice. "Long live our princess!"

Constantinople was the Jerusalem of Eastern Europe. The Hagia Sophia church was the Masjid al-Aqsa of Christianity; the temple where Jesus would come to worship after being resurrected. The dress of the Virgin Mary from the Notre Dame Cathedral, the cross and nails on which Jesus was crucified, presented by the King of Jerusalem during the reign of Justinian, were reminders of his sanctity to the entire Christian world. Therefore, the Hagia Sophia church was deemed appropriate for the engagement ceremony. Of course, when the time came, the place where the relations between the two empires would be formalized was the land of Jerusalem.

That's why an invitation was sent to the land of Jerusalem as soon as possible with various gifts. A treasure chest with fabrics decorated with roses, jewelry, wines that were at least two centuries old...

Maria had begun to see changes in her life after the night her father had given her the news that he was getting married. She had never felt the benefits of her age anyway. However, now the number of lessons had increased, she had to attend banquets, and every evening she had to work on the next day's to-do list.

Maria became increasingly afraid of this marriage. When all her toys were distributed to the poor, her rag doll, which she could hide in a crack in the wall, was now her friend. Whenever she was alone in her room, she would talk to her and play games in her mind.

When her nanny knocked on the door, she would run to the crack and hide it behind the dusty stones of the wall. That's why the baby's white dress soon turned gray. Her dreams about the prince darkened as she saw the color of the dress. In her dreams, the man she would marry turned into a bloodthirsty monster. A monument of arrogance, the whites of his eyes painted red. Now she would wake up crying from her sleep at night. Her nanny would wait by her side, trying to comfort her.

The night she had another of these nightmares, she leaned her head on her nanny's chest and squeezed her arms in fear.

"Nanny, nanny; do I really have to marry the prince? I don't even know him."

"Oh, Maria! You must put this childishness aside at once. Lord Alexios' daughter took her child in her arms at the age of sixteen. Lord Romanos' daughter had just become a young girl on her first night of marriage; she was fifteen. Now you too must prepare for womanhood; stop behaving like a little child."

"They're coming tomorrow, aren't they?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

The nurse stroked the princess's hair. "They will be here tomorrow. Now rest," she said, and getting up, she laid Maria on the bed and covered her.

There was a normal bustle in the palace. The servants were running, the chefs were preparing the meals from scratch, and Lady Bertha was personally taking care of the palace decorations.

The person who was really affected by this bustle was Maria. While the servants were washing her in a tub full of water with rose petals in it, her nanny and a few seamstresses were trying to decide on her outfit.

While she was getting cleaned up nicely and putting on her clothes, there were noises coming from outside. It was too late. Little Maria was not ready. While they were putting a white silk scarf that was big enough to cover half of her hair on top of the bun they had made from braids, the nanny went to the window, pulling on the skirts of her dress.

"Jesus! Lady Bertha will ruin me."

She looked around then. Then he stopped in front of the maid who was holding the pillow with the crown in her hand and shouted.

"You are not here to be fools! God knows if I had the chance I would have chased you out of the palace long ago!" She took the crown in her hand and looked at it hopelessly. Still, the fire in her eyes did not fade. "I said the crown with the emerald stone."

Maria's awareness of the necessity made her surrender herself completely to what was to come, but she did not want to wear a crown, nor did she want to go down and curtsey to the prince she did not want to marry.

The welcoming ceremony was already over when the princess was ready. Bertha immediately went into her room and scolded first the servants, then the nurse.

"A bunch of idiots who don't take their jobs seriously!" She stormed out of the room and turned to look at her daughter. "Don't come downstairs now. I told them she was feeling a little unwell. She'll come down when it's time for the feast. If you can manage it, that is!"

The banquet table had everything the King of Jerusalem would love. Fresh venison was cooked over a wood fire, mixed with special sauces. Deer farming was not common in Constantinople, so it was brought from far away and placed in the middle on three sides of the U-shaped tables. The fish of the city famous for its sea were not forgotten, of course, they were caught in various ways and flavored with rich recipes. The wines were brought from the palace cellar, selected and served according to the King's taste.

Emperor Manuel watched Amalric's pleasure, so he didn't say much. Bertha was bothered by the queen's attitude towards Baldwin. She acted as if the prince didn't exist, and when Bertha brought up the subject, Queen Maria was quite insincere. She implied, though not directly, that her own children would make much better rulers.

"Baldwin is a very emotional boy. The Latin Kingdom did not survive on emotionalism. Amalric never gave the Muslims and Jews of Jerusalem a chance. He gave them what they deserved, not when it was necessary, but ruthlessly before it was necessary." He looked at his stepson with disdain and smiled falsely. "When Amalric leaves the holy land to Baldwin, it will be a matter of time for the Arabics to win."

Empress Bertha was so irritated by the woman's ambition that for a moment she did not know how to respond. She looked at Baldwin sadly. She could hear the conversation between his and his half-siblings, and the boy's mature demeanor for his age contradicted Queen Maria's.

"I have no doubt that he will make my daughter Maria happy. He is a clever boy and will be a king loyal to the Latin Kingdom," she said.

Meanwhile, Amalric asked about the princess. It had been a long time since she arrived and the future Latin Queen had still not arrived. Of course, he knew that the disrespect was unintentional, but he was not happy with the situation.

The emperor became angry. If he had no concern for strengthening the bond between them, his reaction to her threatening words would have been severe. However, now he saw fit to show his anger to his wife. He shouted and showed his authority. He ordered the princess to come immediately. At this moment, the door of the hall opened and the servant entered and introduced Maria.

Baldwin was suddenly distracted by a conversation with his siblings. Although he was only ten years old, he already had many criteria in mind for his future wife.

When Maria entered with her nanny, Baldwin couldn't believe his eyes. Her cherry lips shining on her skin as white as snow, her cheeks as warm as the land she was born in, her golden hair that the goddess Freya would envy when she saw it... The first thing that came to his mind was, "Is this a fairy?"

When Maria glanced around the room, looking for her future husband, she saw the boy staring at her intently. It had to be Baldwin. What should she think? He was a beautiful boy, she couldn't deny that, but would they get along?

The only couple who didn’t speak during the feast as the conversation deepened was the prince and the princess. Although they didn’t seem to like each other, they were both just shy. Maria followed Baldwin’s movements as he plucked a grape from the table in front of him and put it in his mouth, and when the little prince’s gaze turned to her, she turned her head in displeasure. A lady shouldn’t appear interested in marriage. That would symbolize her simplicity. But the Empress was not pleased with this coldness, and she knew exactly what would attract attention.

“I hope his majesty likes jousting,” she said, raising her voice.

"Of course," the king replied and continued. "The jousting in this city is done on horses, much more brutal. It's exciting."

"I hope one day my daughter and your son will duel each other. I'm sure it will be much more exciting," he said and sipped his wine.

The king could not hide his surprise. He frowned, thinking he had misunderstood.

"Is what I heard true? Does this naive princess know how to use a spear?"

Manuel looked at his daughter with pride. "She is still in the training phase, but she is quite talented. If she is going to be a queen who will make a name for herself in the future, she must be good at everything."

Queen Maria looked at him with a look of disdain. Yet she did not lose her hypocritical smile. "I suppose you take the Turks and Norse as an example."

"Of course. You will take the good aspects of your enemies as an example, so that they will have less leverage against you."

That day, the two betrothed hardly spoke because of the princess's secretive attitude. The prince began to think that he was not loved by his future wife. Until he started playing in the garden. While Baldwin and his brothers were playing in the garden, Maria preferred to stay with the two queens. While they were sitting in the palace garden overlooking the Bosphorus and having an evening tea, the voices of the children reached her ears. She heard how cruel the real children of Queen Maria, whom she deemed worthy of the kingdom, were. When she turned her head and looked at them, they would unknowingly use violence on Baldwin, and then call him a spoilsport so that the little boy would not complain. Even though Baldwin knew how bad they were, he had to get along well. Because Amalric adored his wife and therefore her children.

Maria could not stand it any longer and took the first step to defend her husband. She called out to her nanny, leaned in to her ear and said that she wanted to play with the children. Although her outfit was not suitable for playing with wooden swords, she allowed it in order to escape the princess's insistence.

"Okay, but I'll keep an eye on you, my lady. If you take the slightest hit, I'll bring you to me." The princess raised her eyebrows in a knowing manner. She looked proud. "Agreed," she said and got up from the chair and walked towards the children. In the meantime, the three brothers were arguing with each other. They were claiming that Baldwin cheated, even though he had won the sword race again and again.

Maria suddenly spoke up. "Why don't we do this duel as a group. Two on two."

Theo spoke up without waiting for his siblings. "You're a girl. Why don't you go have dessert and chat with our mothers like a lady?"

Maria replied with a smug air, her tone unmoved. "Is that another way of saying you're scared?"

Theo remained silent. He had nothing to say to Maria, for every word would be returned as a positive answer to the question he had asked.

Maria addressed Baldwin's tutor. William of Tyre was Baldwin's tutor and was always by his side; like a nanny.

"I want a wooden sword!" Then she looked at the three brothers and said, "William will be the referee and swear that the race will be fair."

Of course, her partner was Baldwin. Theo and Niko had taken their places, waiting for William's signal to start. Niko was looking at the princess with hostility. But he didn't know how good the princess was at observation. He had noticed every evil she did while fighting Baldwin.

When the duel began, Maria was swinging her sword with calm but rapid movements. Only when Niko would treat her badly would she defend herself harshly and quickly, taking the little devil by surprise. William of Tyre was one of those who did not like the queen's children, of course. It was a great pleasure to see Maria defeat him. The little brat had started to whine because of the wood that had hit his arm.

Baldwin laughed. "Niko, will you stop that? It doesn't suit you at all."

The moment Maria returned Baldwin's smile, they got closer.

Meanwhile, the two ladies watching them did not agree. Bertha was saying proud sentences about her daughter, and was constantly defending that she was the right wife for Baldwin. But the one who was not happy with this situation was the queen. The fact that her child was defeated by a little girl had stimulated her ambitious side, causing her to finish her glass of wine in one go.

The prince seemed to be inspired by Maria to defeat Theo. Now he had someone else besides William who loved and supported him. Your presence gave him confidence.

The defeat of her second son drove Queen Maria mad and she did not forget to scold William while shouting at the children to go to bed.

The prince and the princess had just found the perfect time to get to know each other, but it was not possible again. But the Empress called Maria and Baldwin to her side as if to oppose the cruel lady of the Latin Kingdom.

"Theo and Niko should listen to their mother, but you have much to talk about. Why don't you take a walk in the garden?"

The queen was angry, but necessity pressed her not to show her true face. She spoke through clenched teeth. The smile on her face was so forced that her facial muscles trembled.

"I almost thought you were against me, Lady Bertha."

"Of course not. It would be impertinent of me to interfere with your own children, but when I consider the blood relationship and the engagement ceremony of the two children, I conclude that my say in Baldwin's case is superior. I am sure you will understand."

The queen smiled and nodded with her uncomprehending personality. Her soul was too filled with arrogance to respond to the empress. Yet if you could hear the voice inside you, you would hear the shrill, mad woman's voice screaming.

Baldwin nodded to his mother-in-law. “Thank you, your majesty. I would like to inform you that your daughter is safe with me.”

Bertha smiled and returned the prince's respectful gesture with a slight bow of her head.

"What doubt is there?"

Baldwin pulled his fiancé by the hand. The two children began to run. They ran and ran until they were out of sight... Finally they came out onto a stone path surrounded by stunted trees. The path ended at the seaside, and it seemed they would have enough time to get to know each other on the path that stretched that far.

The princess avoided being the first to speak. In fact, she followed the rules in this period when neither palace etiquette nor men were given priority. But she was no longer sure of her feelings. Every question she would ask the prince was a step towards getting to know the man she loved. But would the prince be attached to her with the same feelings, she was not sure.

Things were not going so normally for Baldwin either. The reason for his silence could be that the princess did not like him or that he could not speak out of respect. Still, as a man, he had to have the first say.

"Tell me, princess? Are you afraid?"

Maria paused. "I think you can call your fiancé by her name."

The boy stuttered excitedly. "Of course I am, I'm just respectfully..."

Maria cut him off. She seemed pleased that Baldwin was excited around her. She smiled and continued walking. "No, I'm not afraid." She continued walking ahead. Baldwin increased his speed as he got closer to her so that she wouldn't see him smile.

"So when I think of Theo and Niko, you're different from them. That's good."

Baldwin got used to Maria as he was alone with her. He was no longer timid to keep up with her steps. He stopped the princess suddenly by grabbing her arm.

"You know, I was very scared. The first meeting of a couple is very important and determines how they will spend the rest of their lives. My fear was the moment I first saw you..."

Maria was about to hear things from the prince that a nine-year-old child would be ashamed to hear. So she interrupted him with a mocking look. "In which book did you read these words?"

Baldwin could not hide his surprise. He answered, avoiding her eyes. "Actually, it is not a quote from the book, William warned me when I came here."

Maria grinned happily this time. "I guess William likes to talk complicated with you."

While the prince looked at his fiancée with pride, Maria seemed lost in his proud gaze. No matter how quickly the harsh lessons he had been exposed to in his noble life had made him grow up, at the end of the day, she was still a nine-year-old child. Although her mind was well-developed for fancy speech, it would take her a long time to learn how to hide her emotions.

Maria sighed as she looked at the child's glowing skin. "You are so beautiful."

Baldwin was surprised to be the recipient of one of those compliments given to girls. Shouldn't he have thought of it?

"I don't understand, my lady."

Maria, confident, forgetting that she was breaking God's prohibitions, approached Baldwin and put her hand on his cheek and caressed it. Then her hair. As if she were playing with a rag doll.

"I've never seen a boy as beautiful as you. You really do remind me of the Greek gods I've seen in books."

Baldwin took a step back, away from his fiancée. He lowered his gaze and frowned.

"No, my lady. You deserve the compliment. Forgive me for not telling you in time."

Maria was as open and honest as ever.

"I don't care if you compliment me or not. I know you like me but what I said about you is true. You are beautiful."

Baldwin wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or uncomfortable with the reversal of their roles. Still, he was flattered to be admired so much by his fiancée. The eyes that had looked at him with such admiration had last been his mother’s, and now his future wife’s. How could he ever forget the passion hidden in those eyes that had managed to fit every lake and forest in the world?

“Forgive me for interrupting, my prince, but we must return to the palace now.”

The two betrothed were embracing each other when William suddenly appeared behind them. He was happy that the prince had met such innocent love. That was why their childhood love was sacred to him.

The two children separated but did not let go of their hands as they turned to William. Baldwin held his princess's hand tightly. The night was long and they did not want to spend hours apart from each other.

Baldwin began. "The Empress has given us permission to be alone, Will."

"I understand, your majesty, but that was an hour ago." Then he looked meaningfully at Maria. "It is by your mother, Lady Bertha's order."

The little girl bowed her head helplessly and approved. Baldwin did not let go of his fiancée's hand. "Don't worry, my princess, when we get married, we will never be apart." Baldwin held Maria's hand tightly neither when he went to the queen nor when he entered the palace. But when the time came for them to leave and they went to their rooms, neither of the two children knew that it would be their first and last happy moment.

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Maria stood in the middle of the apse with her fiancé Baldwin, listening to the priest's words from the Bible. Everything was perfect, and miraculous. Their people looked at them with envy. After all, even if they were not heirs, they were upper class people and had to marry men or women they did not want in order to make a deal or have better conditions. Everyone Maria and Baldwin had chanced to see in church was unhappy in some way or had cheated on their spouses, but the prince had held his future wife's hand tightly and promised to be by her side before presenting her with the priestly decorations brought personally from the Pantagrator monastery.

Maria knew how upset the Empress was. She was against political unions. She wanted to believe that her daughter truly loved the prince, but her logic believed that the happiness in Maria's eyes was just a mask she had developed for what she had to do. Yet her only daughter had acquired the most sacred feeling God had ever created at such a young age; what a great honor and a proud opportunity!

The princess raised her head towards the Empress's lodge and looked at her mother. She was aware of the embarrassment she was trying to hide behind her despotic gaze, and she was mature enough to smile confidently so that she would not feel guilty. Although Bertha did not respond to her daughter, she was pleased with her happiness.

At that very moment, little Maria noticed movement on the ceiling and turned her eyes to the seraph fresco. She was looking directly into the princess’s eyes from between her wings; the expressionless face she remembered had been replaced by sadness, and she could have sworn to swear by the two tears that were flowing from her eyes. Of course, it was impossible to hide her surprise at the sight she saw. Moreover, the princess’s reaction had attracted everyone’s attention, and a few curious people had fixed their eyes on the ceiling. They wondered what had affected the princess so much. Or would the sacred temple that Justinian had given to Jesus collapse again?

The priest had to nudge the princess with his words: the dynasty rings would be worn.

The priest presented them with the rings placed on the purple pillow. Baldwin reached for the ring first. The emerald stones, which were the companions on both sides of the diamond, were placed on the gold ring. The details were carved with Nordic shapes. However, when Baldwin put the ring on the beautiful princess, the drops of blood that hit the stones splashed and stained her finger red. The princess first pulled her hand away harshly and then looked back up at the frescoes on the cathedral ceiling. Everyone was surprised, unlike the priest. Because he had also witnessed what the princess saw when she looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was cracking insidiously, blood was gushing out from between the cracks, staining the temple. However, the guests were not aware of what was happening. Even Baldwin, despite being face to face with the princess, did not see or notice anything. He was only saying her name.

"MARIA, are you okay? Maria?"

The half dome almost collapsed on their heads. As the cracks widened, the blood flowing increased in intensity. The blood branching from the stained glass windows prevented sunlight from entering the church. The priest grabbed Maria by the arm and started pulling her away. It was as if red rain was falling on the cathedral. The nobles' expensively woven dresses, their bearskin furs, their crowns decorated with jewels could not be seen because of the blood. Despite this, everyone was calm, continuing to look at the apse. As if they were enchanted, as if everyone had entered a vegetative state.

While Maria was screaming and trying to run towards Baldwin to get him out of this pool of blood, the priest had already taken her to the second narthex. The little princess was struggling and begging the priest to let her go. The priest said that he could not do this, otherwise she would be one of those who drowned in blood.

The priest had finally managed to get out of Jesus' house with the princess. Now they were watching the nobles drowning in blood from afar. The two Houses were dying in agony along with their other nobles. There was not a single drop of blood leaking out. You were wondering what was going on inside, and you were crying out the prince’s name.

The priest tried to calm you down, but as the level of the red liquid seen through the windows increased, your ravings turned into pleas. The priest was begging you to be quiet. It was too late now. For the entire kingdom, for Baldwin.

“Maria! Maria! Maria!”

When she looked up at the sky, she could swear that the sun was practically calling her. Was it a divine call?

"Maria, please wake up, your majesty!"

When she opened her eyes, her heart was beating rapidly. It was hard to breathe as her chest rose and fell violently. She looked around with astonished eyes, straightened up, took the glass her nanny had handed her and drank a few sips of water. One of the maids was trying to clean the drops of sweat running down the girl's neck with a wet cloth.

The nurse asked, "What were you seeing, princess? I called out to you for minutes, but your moans did not stop."

Maria was still in the grip of what she had seen and was having difficulty regulating her breathing. The candles burning in the room, the high ceiling; none of them relieved the feeling of being trapped in a tiny box.

"I must speak to the father."

The nurse stammered. "For a nightmare? That doesn't make much sense. We must not occupy His Holiness unnecessarily."

The little princess stared at the woman and repeated her words harshly. The nanny, not knowing what to do, snatched the glass from the girl's hand and bowed respectfully to her, saying that they could go to the palace priest tomorrow morning after breakfast.

"Not the palace priest! We will go to Hagia Sophia. I am telling you this is important, are you really that stupid!"

This was the first time the nanny had seen the princess behave so disrespectfully. But this did not calm her anger. She clenched her teeth. How dare she criticize her intelligence? What she really wanted was to grab the princess by the arm, shake her, demand an explanation, and then beat her; unless she wanted to die in the dungeons with her skin flayed by the Pope right after doing so. Now all she did was to bow her head, holding the glass in her hand in front of her, and assure her that she would fulfill her request.

In the morning, the Latin Kingdom and the Byzantine Empire took their places at the breakfast table. The food did not only include products grown on the Empire's lands. Sugared almonds, cherries and citrons brought from overseas were another way of showing the guests how rich the table was.

The emperor and the king could not help but talk about their strategies even at the breakfast table. There were political implications and metaphors behind every word they used to describe how happy the entire Empire was about their children's engagements.

The two women, overwhelmed by their husbands' passion for work, had turned the conversation completely to the day they would officially become a family. The Empress turned to her daughter at one point and expressed her displeasure that the food on her plate had still not been eaten. Of course, Baldwin, who was standing right in front of her, could see that Maria was behaving differently.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go to church after breakfast."

Bertha looked at her daughter.

"what's this all about?"

Maria didn't want to talk about the dream she had. When she glanced at her father, she knew that he seemed to be interested in state affairs. She knew very well how obsessed the emperor was with dreams. He would definitely jump on her and make things worse.

"I just want to do a prayer of gratitude for my engagement."

"No way, you have a geography lesson after breakfast. After that, you will personally announce your engagement as the future king and queen. When you return to the palace, you must attend the banquet."

Maria pressed her lips together. She had no answer to say. The to-do list her mother had given her was endless. Besides, that day was her laziest day. No one but Baldwin had noticed her discomfort at not being able to go to church. She would use her intelligence to save her only love from the situation.

"I thought God's word ruled in Byzantine lands, your majesty."

Manuel stopped talking suddenly and looked at the little boy with a frown. He caught the attention of everyone at the table by banging the rings he wore on his five fingers, each set with a precious stone, on the arm of the chair. Baldwin's accusation was very bold. The tension between the two kingdoms was at its peak now. When Amalric tried to silence his son, the emperor interlaced his fingers at chest level without taking his elbows off the arm of the chair.

He looked very calm. This was an attitude that would never suit the emperor. Everyone knew very well how ruthless he could be.

"Tell me Baldwin, why did you say that?"

Baldwin, unlike the others at the table, was very relaxed.

"I apologize if I was misunderstood, your majesty, I just wanted to express that worshipping the god is much more important than lessons. She is trying to raise the princess in the best way possible, to make her like you, but this should not be a reason to delay her worshipping in Hagia Sophia. I am sure you think the same way I do.

The Latin king was still nervous. Queen Maria was pleased with Baldwin's impudent attitude. She could trick her beloved husband and get him the worst punishment. A good start to discredit his son in his father's eyes.

But the emperor answered the prince with a faint smile on his lips.

"Your apology is a part of your humility, a symbol of your lion-heartedness in defending what you know to be right. Very good Baldwin."

Then he glared at his wife.

"And my dear wife, I do not want to believe the idea that I have not attained the reason of a ten-year-old child."

Then he turned to his daughter.

"What is it that makes you want to go to church so badly?"

The princess lowered her eyes in embarrassment.

"Your Majesty, all I want is to go to church and give thanks. If you will allow me."

"Get ready after breakfast," the emperor ordered.

Maria looked at Baldwin from below and smiled coquettishly in thanks. Baldwin, however, continued to focus on the plate in front of him, without losing his haughty gaze.

When the princess and her servant arrived at the church, the priest was surprised. He had never been here before except on special occasions. Although he was sitting in his office working on state matters, he left his work unfinished. He went down the stairs and approached the princess standing in front of the apse. He was aware of the strangeness in her attitude. Maria was looking at the stained glass windows, the windows where she had witnessed blood choking people. She continued to look until the priest spoke.

"My princess, welcome."

When the princess turned to the priest, she felt uneasy as if her nightmare had come true.

"What brought you here?"

Maria swallowed. "I had a dream, Father Antonio. I wouldn't have come if I didn't think it was a dream worth listening to, but I think it's worth it."

The priest was aware of the fear and despair on the girl's face. He put his hand on her back and guided her to the pews in the nave.

"Come, my child, let's sit down and talk."

In fact, the priest was prejudiced against the girl at first. A little child could have been affected by a terrible dream. What she was going to listen to now could be complete nonsense. But at the end of the day, she was the princess and she had to listen.

Although the priest's face was so gentle when Maria started telling her dream, what she heard later in the dream frightened her. While blood was bad in itself, the fact that there were people drowning in it, and moreover, inside Hagia Sophia...

The priest asked, trying to control his excitement. "Were you among those who drowned in the palace?"

Maria answered, "No," and was about to continue her dream when the priest stopped her.

"No, my child, you don't need to continue because what you saw is just your fears." Even though he didn't want to lie, it wasn't right to tell a little girl what had happened. He had to talk to the emperor directly.

He continued, stuttering as if he knew he was lying. "Now return to your palace, my child. It's normal for you to be worried about the future because of your engagement ceremony, but there's nothing to fear."

Antonio accompanied Maria to the first narthex. No matter how comfortable she seemed, she now knew that the two kingdoms had heavy penances to pay. Moreover, this was much closer to home for the Latin Kingdom. Very soon, problems would arise in the holy lands, and she would be dragged into an impossible path.

Thank God, all these negativities would strengthen the little princess, and her suffering would grow her.

But what really frightened her was the fact that the third Crusade could resurrect.

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YU-GI-OH “Historical” Headcannon

Hello, it's been quite some time. But finally, I took time to finish this draft!

Small necessary disclaimers :

⚠️ Excuse my english, I'm not native.

⚠️ It's hard to find the balance between historical and fun to write. So somethings I might have said in my previous post won't technically matter here.

Fandom : Yu-Gi-Oh (manga + anime)

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General

Atem

His mother died during childbirth. That would explain the absence of brother and sister.

He had a nurse, potentially Maana's mother since it was said they knew each other since childhood.

Aside from that he had a pretty lonely childhood, he is the future pharaoh, a god among the humans. So every relationship starts with a massive imbalance.

He lacked connection with people basically. (Except Mahad and Maana)

Pharoh used to be disconnected from their people, they were symbols before humans

He had and still has an issue with eye contact. Either he doesn't look at people at all or just fixes someone intensely. No in-between.

Young Atem couldn’t stay put unless someone was brushing his hair.

Even older he has a very soft spot and liking when he gets pampered. He loves long baths or when someone does his make-up or again brushing his hair.

Atem has no issues with nudity, again the clothes were very reviling,

Atem might be anxious when completely alone. He’s so used to being with all his servants, advisers etc. ect that when the silence finally arrives and his alone in his bed he tends to feel weird.

He adores cats. But, he used to be a bit too enthusiastic and a cat scratched him and since then he let them come to him but never engaged with them.

Atem would pass hours at the temple, and his surroundings would think of him as a very pious man, but it was for the cats AND for Priest Seto.

Priest Seto

Priest Seto has the longest and lushiest (?) hair known to exist.

He loves cats and cats love him back.

Priest Seto knows his eyeliner, he does it in the first stroke and it’s always perfect

Child Seto because of his blue eyes was looked at a lot, not in a bad way but more like he was unusual looking.

Seto’s eyes allowed him to be noticed by priests as a “Child of the Gods” since some shades of blue seem to be linked to the sky and the divine in ancient Egypt.

Seto loves to read, and temples were known to be filled with a lot of scriptures.

Seto is more in touch with the people than Atem, since priests were also magicians and doctors

Priest Seto is so loyal to the Pharaoh not only because Atem is the heir of the gods he worships but also because younger they both used to pet the temple’s cat.

Priest Seto is good at what Atem doesn’t like to deal with. That’s why even tho he’s young his one of Atem’s favourite ministers.

Seto likes to walk alone at night under the stars.

Relationship Headcannons (I know you were looking for it)

But how do we end up in a relationship with those two cuties, and still be accurate historically ?? Well, my friend here is what I could think of.

Atem :

To be 1st wife material, sadly you’ll have to from the family OR a very very influential heir/heiress of a nobleman.

If you’re not 1st wife material > You’ll have to be part of his harem as either: a skilled person or maybe an heiress of an enemy tribe who has been vanquished or is in alliance.

Wait let me explain, Harem in ancient Egypt isn’t what we commonly think. The pharaoh’s harem was, surely to entertain the Pharaoh but also to showcase skill and the Egyptian culture in a way.

So we can imagine here so very skilled shadow game players or very beautiful dancers etc.

Seto :

Find no source to say that priest took a celibacy oath so you can imagine anything you want.

(Personally, I have my small fantasy of forbidden love between him and an OC priestess because I love drama)

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Here you have it. It’s not much but hope it at least entertains one or two people. I might have one or two more ideas but who knows. Have a lovely day

If you have any questions please to ask me and if you need sources again ask 😽

Bisous Bye <3

[firsttimewriter92]

Steven grant being a soft dom? Make it as nsfw as your heart desires 😁

Dear simpforbritgents, THANK YOU for asking for Steven <3 Perfect timing for the Moon Knight anniversary ;) I feel like there is a criminal lack of fanfiction about this lovely man. Writing him dominant was a little difficult at first but I think I did it. I hope you enjoy my smutty little smut smut. It´s purely indulgent because I just LOVE an anxious gentleman. EXPLICIT. Minors, be GONE!! I apologise for any missinformation about their condition/terminology

Summary: Two idiots in love and an alter that´s had enough of the pining

Word count: 4.757

Warnings: comfort/fluff, kissing, making out, teasing, lovemaking, desperate PinV, no protection (Wrap it up, guys!!!), little angsty, immense fluff

“I´m sorry, love. I´m sorry, I know. I´m late.” Rounding the counter of the gift shop hurriedly, Steven was panting. His ink black hair was slightly plastered to his forehead, little droplets of perspiration gathering at his temple. He gave you an apologetic smile as he kicked his bag underneath the counter. You grinned back mischievously at your best friend, leaning your hip sassily against the countertop and crossing your arms. “Did Marc give you a hard time again?” you asked. His slightly bloodshot eyes went round as saucers and he hissed in a panicked voice “Don´t say that out loud,___. Aside from you, nobody knows about this.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “There´s nobody here yet, Steven, calm down.” He gave you a sour look as you giggled. Steven sighed deeply rubbing his dark circled eyes. “I think the muppet went out drinking last night. I feel proper shit.”

Just as he said it an obnoxious sound reached your ears. The insistent clearing of a throat. “Don´t think I didn’t notice you being late again, Stevie.” Steven closed his eyes in defeat and turned to look at the blond. “Mornin´ Donna.” Her beady eyes shot in your direction for a moment, knowing well you wouldn’t take much of her shit. She usually preferred to berate Steven when you weren’t around. You had no problem snapping back at her the moment she overdid it, especially when it came to your best friend. You were quite fond of Steven. Well, that was a gods damn lie. You were head over heels for the anxious, not knowing how good he looks brit. He didn’t need to know that though. It was wishful thinking even though you´d accepted his issues and tried to help him as best you could. Steven had bigger problems than losing his best friend over silly feelings he didn’t return.

When you noticed that something was up with him and he finally confided in you (after massive arguments with Mark as he told you later), he was so scared you´d deem him a freak and leave. He told you about everything. About Marc and what he had been through. About how he, Steven, came to be. He told you about Konshu and Layla and Harrow, about what happened in Egypt. You went almost crazy when one day he´d just vanished without a trace for days. Steven always said he owed you that explanation. Although he didn’t have to deal with Konshu anymore, Marc, he couldn´t and wouldn´t let go. You understood completely. And yet, you still had to meet Marc in person. Sometimes when Steven knew you wouldn’t have time to spend with him, he´d let Marc take over to spend time with his wife. And every time, Steven came back to work either with a hangover or hickeys scattered across his collarbone and scratch marks down his arms. Those marks hurt. You knew it was Marc and damn it, he was a married man but still…Sometimes you just whished you could mark Steven up just as much. Showing his alter that he was yours, although he wasn’t.

Steven was mortified the first time he connected the dots about these marks and swore by the life of Gus, he couldn’t remember anything. That Marc made sure he would never, ever be involved. Not that Marc´s ego would allow it anyway.

“I really don´t give a rat´s behind what you do all night, Stevie, but come in late one more time and ___ will work the desk alone from now on.” Donna´s head nodded in your direction and you fixed her with a stone cold glare. “It´s Steven, Donna. Ste-ven. One would think an oh so educated career women such as yourself would be able to hold onto that tiny bit of information” you seethed. Donna´s neck turned pink as she gave a sarcastic huff and walked away.

Steven turned to you with a proud smile. “I wish I had the comebacks you have” he said with a crooked grin. You gave him a smirk and leaned closer to him, looking into his glittering dark eyes. “I´ll gladly teach you, my young Padawan.” Steven´s smile widened even more. “Now come on. These highly authentic gummy scarabs aren´t going to sell themselves” you sang.  

Steven mind was reeling even after you leaned back into your own space and began restocking the shelves of the gift shop. His heart was beating in his throat manically and once again he cursed his hesitation. He had it bad for you ever since he heard you berate Donna for the first time for calling him Stevie. His heart warmed every time he saw you, his pulse picking up every time he heard you quietly humming to yourself. He had to force his eyes away from your figure every time you wore one of those bloody summer dresses.

Seriously, man, he heard Marc sigh in his head. How many times do I have to tell you? When you´re in front, go for it! Pursue her, for crying out loud. It´s kind of getting old that you´re always just beating it to the thought of her. Steven spluttered some excuse and immediately made a beeline to the employee bathroom. Locking the door behind him he stomped over to the mirror and was met with the reflection of a sly grinning Marc. “Will you stop?!” he hissed, cheeks aflame. Marc rolled his eyes. Come on, Steven. It´s getting pathetic. It´s happening almost every night now. Aren´t you tired of that? Wouldn’t you rather have her panting underneath you, hmm? Her shaking thighs around your waist? Her perky- “Stop talking about her like that!” Steven yelled and immediately gave the door a panicked look. Marc´s reflection lifted his palms in apology. All right, you´re right. That was a bit out of line but, Steven…you´re head over heels for this woman. It´s getting painful to look at. Will you please just talk to her? Take her out on a date? Fuck her senseless so we can sleep again?

Steven groaned as image after image invaded his mind, making his palms sweat. He exhaled a long breath. Of course he knew Marc was right. It was getting a little ridiculous. The way he thought about you when he was pleasuring himself? Pure filth! Every night! He shook his head. “I know” he admitted, looking at Marc in the mirror. “I know I need to do something but…Marc…what if she doesn’t feel the same? I can´t…I can´t lose her, Marc. That would quite literally rip me apart.” Marc´s expression changed from sly to understanding. Nodding and rubbing his face he tried to encourage his brother. I´m not the most sensitive guy anymore, that´s way more up your alley. I see the way she looks at you though. I see Layla´s expressions in her eyes sometimes. If that helps. Steven lifted his head, his eyes big and hopeful. I can give you some tips I guess. But then it´s up to you. You´re not me. She´s not into me. Remember that. The moment her tongue is in your mouth, I´m gone, dude.

“I´d say that´s what I´d expect, yea?” Steven said with a small smile. His stomach was twisting with nerves. He needed Marc´s help to get anywhere with you. And although he was terrified to confess, he was sure he´d burst at the seams any day now if he wouldn’t be able to make his feelings known. It caused him physical pain.

Tonight was movie night. Perfect. He would have to do something tonight, lest he spend this night as well with his hand around his cock, imagining your blissed out face as you came violently around him.

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You knocked on Steven´s door like every Friday night and like every Friday night, Steven opened the door with a smile. Something was different though. It looked like he had just jumped out the shower and your eyes went momentarily wide. Your pulse started to race when your gaze drifted from the water droplets running down his neck to his tousled hair and…the sweatpants. The bloody sweatpants. He didn’t seem to notice your ogling when he turned on his heel and said “Come on in, popcorn´s almost ready, love.”

Shaking your head and trying hard not to look at his firm behind you entered what somehow suddenly felt like a lion’s den. Your skin erupted in goosebumps when you took a look around. You always loved his messy apartment. This time though it seemed like he made some kind of effort. His bed clearly visible in the back was made, the dining table void of any books and notes and….was it warmer in here than usual?

You made your way over to his couch and sat down, stiffer than you usually did. When Steven rounded the bookshelf, bowl of popcorn in hand you had to swallow hard. Was it just your imagination or did his hips swing more than usual? Did he always used to wear shirts that fitted? Since when were his arms this bulgy? Letting your eyes wander shamelessly you also noticed something else. Something lower…something in his sweatpants…Holy bloody hell!

Hastily you averted your eyes. The temperature in your body rising steadily and your breath getting shallower, only one more sentence seemed to form in your brain. He´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear, he´s not wearing underwear!!!

Steven plopped down next to you, reaching for the remote. He sat up slightly when he did, set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and as he sat back down it wasn’t your imagination playing tricks on you. He was much closer now. So close you could feel his scorching heat burn into your thigh, arm and shoulder. What the hell was going on? It´s not like you didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary. Your head was reeling, body pulsing. Slowly you sank deeper into the cushions of his couch, leaning towards him even more.

While the movie was playing, the sensations his closeness invoked were rising and rising. His scent invaded your every breath. Firewood, cotton and something close to caramel. The pressure you felt right between your legs almost became impossible to ignore. With a little groan you tried to rub your legs together as discreetly as you could but….“You alright, love?”

“Huh?” your head whipped towards Steven who was already staring at you. Not looking, staring. His eyes were intense but soft. Unblinking his dark irises were fixed on yours, his nose almost touching yours while your panting breath escaped your lips. “Are you hot?” he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead. “W-What?” you croaked dryly. “Is it too hot for you in here, darlin´?” His voice was smooth as butter. Quiet and silken. You almost went cross eyed as you tried not to look at his full lips. “A little…maybe” you breathed. Stevens mouth quirked upwards into a grin you hadn’t seen before. A small thought made its way into your foggy brain like a small flickering light. “Let me get you something to cool down then, yea?” As he said it, he leaned in just a tiny bit more, lightly and carefully bumping the tip of his nose with yours.

You kissed breathing goodbye.

The moment he stood up and passed right in front of you, his round cheeks right in front of your face, you knew…you knew he heard how you almost choked on your own saliva. Suddenly that flickering light in your head turned into a lit match.

“Marc!” you said a little too loudly and clambered from the couch. Steven, or Marc, froze into place by the fridge. You walked over to him slowly on shaky legs. You observed how his strong shoulders tensed and his hands clenched and unclenched. “Are you?...Marc?” you asked carefully, standing only 6 feet behind him now. He let out a sigh and let his head hang as he sheepishly turned around. No Marc. This was definitely your Steven. His ears and cheeks were tinted flaming pink when he looked at you with slightly hooded eyes.

“Afraid it´s just me, love” he said, disappointment lacing his baritone voice. Immediately your body reacted to his tone with a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Just….you? Steven, what…?” you took a step towards him. He lifted his hands and ruffled his own still damp hair and groaned. After taking another big, big breath he turned to you fully and looked you square in the eyes. Something aching visible on his beautiful face.

“I´m sorry,___. I asked Marc to help me with this but I think we both went a little overboard. What was I thinking? I´m not bloody smooth. I´m awkward and I babble when I´m nervous which is all the time when I´m around you. It´s a good nervous. Such a good nervous but did I have the bloody balls to do something about it? No. I needed help from my alter that actually gets laid. He told me! He told me `Steven, don´t forget, she´s into you, not me. Don’t try to be me`. And that´s exactly what I did! I´m such a muppet. You´re the only person I ever wanted to impress or cared about what they thought of me. You´re wonderful, you´re strong, you´re beautiful, you´re…you´re…” by the end of his sentence he was breathless. Still staring at you, gauging for your reaction, his eyes looked at you with worry, fear and hope. It was a look that would forever be imprinted into your brain. Especially when you knew immediately that you wanted to take him out of his misery. You smiled at him as warmly as you could and closed more distance.

“Steven, you wonderful man” you said fondly. His eyes blitzed at the compliment. “How could you think that I would want anyone that is not you?” Slowly you raised your hands and encased his face, his eyes wide. His hands twitched when they lifted to your waist. “And just so you know, you are smooth. Very much so, darling. Got me all flustered” you grinned. His shy laugh made your heart sing. Stevens hand slowly moved up and down your sides before he gently pulled you closer until your chests were touching. “You mean that?” he asked, a little uncertainty still lingering in his voice. “Uhum” you nodded your head softly, tilting it a little to brush your nose with his. He took a shaking breath before his grin let his teeth show. “___” he rumbled your name softly. It caused a shiver to run down your spine in the most delicious way. “Can I?”

Softly nodding you closed your eyes contently, his breath fanning your face and your heart going ballistic. The way he pressed his lips to yours was not hesitant or shy. It was a determined encasing of your lower lip. Soft and insistent. A bolt of lightning shot through your body and as he moved one hand to the back of your head opening his mouth to you, a long happy groan escaped you. It was magical the way his lips moved over yours. A hunger you weren’t used to rose in your belly so the moment he introduced his hot tongue into the kiss your arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to you. A surprised breath escaped him but he didn’t stop. His arm wound around the small of your back, lifting you momentarily.

His tongue gliding over yours made your head foggy yet again. “Steven” you mumbled against his mouth. “Steven…more.” He groaned long and deep. “My pleasure, love” he said happily. You yelped when he scooted down and quite literally threw you over his shoulder, walking briskly over to his bed. Giggling like a maniac he threw you onto the mattress and quickly made his way above you. Swallowing hard you looked at his smiling face. His eyes even darker now, his lips kiss swollen and shining. His elbows held him up while you slowly opened your legs to make room for his narrow hips. Snuggling closer he started pecking your face and neck lightly and lovingly. “Sweet, sweet girl. Been dreaming of this so much. You´re so soft, my love. So warm.” His mumbled praises went right to your nether regions and you could feel your panties dampen. His weight between your legs was comforting and arousing at the same time. Your hands glided over his shoulders and down his chest as he started suckling your neck. “Steven….Steven, please” you said with a whine and arched your back into him.

“Please what, love? Come on, birdie. Use your words.” His confidence sparked something in you. “Please. I want you, Steven. Want to feel you.” He chuckled and grazed his teeth against your jaw, making you shiver and grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging. It came off in a second, carelessly thrown over his shoulder. Forget damp panties, they were proper drenched now by the sight of his toned chest and shoulders. “Fuck” you huffed and let your hands wander. His fiery gaze raked over your heaving chest. “Your turn, birdie.” Nodding quickly he helped you get rid of your shirt and bra. Once your breasts were freed he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His tongue poked out to wet his lips. “Heavens, please. Please let me put my mouth on you” he panted. You only had time to nod once before he surged down and carefully and languidly sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Again you felt a bolt surge down your body and a long moan escaped your lips. Your hips lifted towards him and now you could clearly feel his arousal pressing insistently against your pussy. “Shit” he rasped against your chest, switching to the other nipple. His hand splayed out over the small of your back and quite literally yanked you upwards while grinding against you. A long, ragged groan mixed with your own high pitched sigh created a melody only you and him were able to compose.

Sweat started to coat your body as he was still grinding, suckling and grabbing every slither of naked skin he could find. All your thoughts were occupied by him. The sweet scent of arousal, sweat and him invaded your nose and brain unlike anything you´d ever experienced. “You´re a dream come true” Steve panted, lifting his head and looking at you like you were everything he´d ever wanted. A feeling of overwhelming fondness and attraction tightened your chest and very specific words formed on your tongue. Too occupied with the sensation of his hard cock rubbing just right against the already wet patch on your pants, the words just spilled. “Fuck, Steven. Feels so good, don’t stop, please. I love you.”

His mouth stopped abusing your nipple. Within a second his eyes were trained on yours. Blown wide open he stared at you. “Say it again” he said lowly. “Say it again, please.” You could hear the pleading in his voice. Swallowing hard, your hands moved to the back of his neck and played with his luscious curls. “I love you” you whispered.

Like a dam breaking you saw his eyes water slightly, an incredulous breath bubbling up from his chest. In a second he was on you. Kissing you like a man starved, moving his hips more insistently against you. You threw your head back before you could think too much about the fact that he hadn´t said it back yet. “Darling,” he panted. “Little bird, you have no idea how much I…How often I dreamt of those words. Please let me have you, please, please.” You were sure you were going cross eyed at this point. With a rushing in your ears you clung to him. “Want you in me. Steven, please. Now. Want you so much.”

The last bit of his restraint snapped and with a feral growl he basically clawed the rest of your clothes off of you. Completely bare to him you reached out and pushed down his sweatpants. Quickly he wriggled out of them, kind of awkwardly but none of you could mind it that much.

“You sure?” he grunted while grabbing his cock an tugging on it. “Steven, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t fill me up right this second I´m going to lose my mind!” He grinned and grabbed your thighs in a vice like grip, yanking you towards him. “C´ mere then, little bird” he said.

Not waiting for any preparation, just pure lust and desperation to feel each other fuelling you, he grabbed the backsides of your thighs and pushed them back and further apart. Situating himself between them he took his dick into his hand and guided it to your entrance. “Little bird” he breathed raggedly when he pushed himself into you.

“Gods, Steven” you choked out as he bottomed out. Clawing at his back squirming you needed a minute to adjust. He stilled and screwed his eyes shut in concentration. “Don’t move, my love” he pressed out. “Don’t move. I´m goin´ to cum, fuck.” You tried to stay as still as you could but the sensation of his pulsing dick inside of you made it a herculean task. Little desperate whimpers left your mouth as you stared up at his face. His eyebrows were still pinched, his jaw set. When he opened his eyes again they immediately locked on yours. Your hands made their way onto his back, splaying out and clearly feeling the goosebumps there. A shudder ran down his curved spine as he leaned over you more, never breaking eye contact.

“I love you, too” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “I love you so damn much, my bird.” The breath you didn’t notice you were holding escaped your lungs in a rush. As you pulled him down to you yet again his weight settled perfectly on top of you. Steven kissed you while he started moving his hips again and a sensation unlike anything you´d ever felt rocked your body up into his.

“Steven” you mumbled, pressing his face closer to your collarbone. Chuckling lightly he hummed to let you know he was listening. “What-What are you doing to me? You feel so fucking good. Oh, oh fuck.” You could feel how your comments affected him and his determination to make you feel as good as possible. He whines low in his throat, licking one broad stripe up your neck to the underside of your ear. His hot breath fanning the shell of your hear he panted. “I almost came just by entering your beautiful, wet pussy. You´re perfect for me. Just for me. Mine.” His last word was punctuated with a sharp thrust into your hips making you yelp and claw at his back.

“Fuck! Do that again. Steven, move. Please.” He didn’t hesitate and started moving quicker on top of you, holding you in his arms. Burying his face into your neck, moaning, he grinded his pelvis against you in a way that definitely made you cross eyed this time. Your mouth was wide open, your head thrown back and one hand fisted in the soft sheets below you.

“Y-Yours” you managed to croak out as another high pitched moan escaped you. His dick reaching a spot inside you that made your vision blurry from tears. “Mine” Steven panted above you. When your vision zeroed in on his face again he looked magnificent. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his eyes were as black as his hair that lay tousled against his head. His eyes bore an intensity that made your stomach clench and the low simmer of your orgasm erupted into a boiling inevitability.

“You´re mine,___” he said as he looked into your hooded eyes. He lifted a hand and placed it on your jaw, lightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to his even more. “Say it” he said with another pressure filled grind of his hips. “Say you´re mine and I´ll let you cum.”

“I´m yours, Steven. Always have been. Fuck, I don’t want anybody else. Please, baby, please, I wanna cum.” The tears that fell down the sides of your face were captured by his lips. “Okey, baby” he said with a sly smile and went up on his hands, positioning himself for the last stretch. “Hold on to me, birdy.” Your arms went around his neck without thinking what he might have warned you about.

You found out the next second.

Steven wasn´t the biggest you´ve ever had but by far the one who knew best how to use the movement of his hips. He didn´t push in what didn’t need to be pushed and didn’t bruise the underside of your thighs. He moved his lower body into you in naturally flowing motions that made your brain stop sending important messages to your body like breathing. As his hips picked up speed and his groans above you became more voluminous you again felt your orgasm approaching further.

“___, fuck. Hmmm, fuck, little one. That´s it. Can feel you´re close. Come on, sweetheart. ´M right behind you. Let me have it, give it to me!”

“Steven, oh gods…I´m so close. Please. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Almost each of your words was spiralled higher by his hips, his hot dick and his grabbing hands on your ribs and shoulder. You felt your whole body clench. Your knees pulled up and back further to make his dick slip in further with each stroke, your arms around his wide shoulders pressing him further into you.

“That´s it! That´s it!” he groaned and started quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Only a few moments later your hazy brain registered how your mouth opened and a short, delicious scream came from your throat. Your body seized all movement before you began shaking. The pleasure that surged through your veins shot into every corner of your body. From your toes to your scalp your skin was buzzing and burning. “Steven” you whined and grabbed his hair. “St-Steve-hnnn, oh my gods. Fuck, yes. Yes, don’t stop! I´m cumming, I´m cumming, Steven. Fuck. Shit….Arrrhhgg!”

“Fuuuuuuck, little bird, you´re so gorgeous. Come on, baby, just a little more for me. Ughhn, that´s right. Clench around me again. Goin´ to fill you up so good. Leave your marks on me” Steven was almost babbling as helplessly as you as he gave you these demands. Through the sheen of red and golden flecks dancing over your blurred vision you turned your head and as you lover was desperately rutting into you, you bit his neck right underneath his ear.

Stevens hand shot out to hold onto the bookshelf behind his bed as a masterfully sinful moan passed his lips and his orgasm took him. “Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, so good. So damn good. Fuckin´ ell, ahh!”

A few more rolls of his hips until his ragged breath calmed a little. With one last whiny groan he collapsed onto you.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, little kisses, nips and licks to necks and faces, the both of you lay in each other´s arms, facing each other. Steven had gotten up for only a minute to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up and after, pulled a sheet over your still slightly shivering bodies. “We sweat a little. Don’t want you to catch a cold just laying here.”

Your hand moved over his back slowly as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. You heard Steven chuckling lovingly, gracing your forehead with several little pecks before whispering. “Sleep, lovie. I´ll be right here when you wake up. Relax, I´ve got you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help the content sigh that left you before you mumbled “I love you too”. He guided your head into the crook of his neck, snuggling you as close as he could. Did you sweat? Yes. Did your bodies still carry the scent of your lovemaking? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

Would you look at that, Steven! You did it. Atta boy.

Steven rolled his eyes when he heard Marc´s voice but couldn’t contain the happy, dorky grin that split his lips as he cuddled your evenly breathing body.

“Shut up, Marc” he whispered as quietly as he could.

Apparently not quiet enough. He could feel your lips move against his throat when you mumbled the words that made him giggle with happiness and pride.

“Yeah, shut up, Marc.”

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed ;) I´d be very happy if you left a comment, like or reblog this fic. I´m still trying to get my foot in the door when it comes to fanfiction writing.

Have a wonderful day, everyone <3

[shytastemakerthing]

Hello ! I hope you are fine ! 🙂

I have a request for a romantic matchup with a character from Twisted Wonderland.

Sorry if I made mistakes, i’m French ! (It's long because I write too much, sorry lol)

 I am a Cancer and INFJ (4W5) girl. I’m average height (160 cm), I have long wavy brown hair with a fringe haircut and green eyes. I love to wear dresses but because of my lack of self-confidence I don’t do it as much as I would like. I am a big fan of gothic and steampunk clothes but same, I don’t wear it as much as I would like. 

I am really shy, introverted, I lack self-confidence and I often depreciate myself. But I try my best to make friends and have social interactions. I am also hypersensitive and very touchy. I have a depressed side and I suffer from anxiety. My friends told me that I’m stubborn and I know that I am a very jealous person. I have a lot of empathy and compassion. I am a dedicated, faithful, persevering, perfectionist  and passionate person. I am hardworking and dedicated a lot of time to my studies.

I try to be the most supportive I can with my friends but I don’t confess easily what I feel or think, and I don’t talk a lot in a group (sometimes not at all). If someone hurts me, even unintentionally, I can’t tell it to the person. I am resentful but don’t show it, so people don’t know if they hurted me or not and why. I suffered from school harassment and because of this I always want to please everyone and I find it hard to say “no”. My lack of self confidence comes from there.

I love and I am passionate about a looooot of things ! Like Japan, old Egypt, old Scandinavia, animals (I am passionate about wolves, and I have been riding horses for 14 years),fantasy worlds, geek culture, writing, reading books / mangas and watching animes / movies, and playing video games (almost only Pokemon). And  I’m a dragon lover (One of my favorite TV show is Game Of Thrones and House of Dragons). I love art, mythology, esotericism (I love playing with Oracles, Tarots, Runes and learn about paganism), ancient history, listening to music (I listen to a lot of music everyday), and going out to visit museums, castles, cultural places, and walk in forests or beaches, etc. (and I love many other things lol !). I love a lot of languages (I learned Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, English and Latin and want to learn Norwegian and old norse). 

I have never been in a relationship but I think I am a romantic, affectionate and attentive person and dedicated to my loved one. I’m the type of person who wants to have the same partner all their life. I know I constantly need reassurance because of my lack of self-confidence. I am not a tactile person but I think I can be very tactile with a partner. I want someone who understands and respects me, and who loves the same things as me.

I think I gave maaaaaany informations, OMG !

Take care ! :)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope that you enjoy it! Have a wonderful day!

Request: Twisted Wonderland Match-up

I match you with........

Idia Shroud

He can fully relate to being more shy and introverted, seeking to be further away from people, he basically lives in his room for crying out loud

And often only attends classes via the floating tablet

....... would you like one?

He would totally make you one. It's not hard. Child's play for someone like him

So, it certainly took a little bit of time to get into a relationship with him. He isn't out of his room long enough and flees at the first sign of someone coming to him

But once you are in, you're in

With the help of Ortho, of course

He often questions how and why you ended up with someone like him, but the reassurance is always there

He has also never been in a relationship before so it is a time for you both to learn together

Late night binge watching of the favorite shows. Perhaps he would love some of the favorites that you have. Snacks, blankets, and anything else that is needed

Maybe.... maybe you can get him to go into the forests with you or visiting an old castle, that last one sounds pretty cool to him, just so long as there isn't so many people, maybe he could find a way to make sure it was only the two of you

Just so long as the both of you are together, there really isn't anything that you can't face

Thank you for your request!

[theroseandthebeast]

Yuletide 2023 Recs, Batch One

the most wonderful time of the year is here again!

16 recs for 11th CE RPF/Crusader Kings 3, The Addams Family, Ancient Egyptian RPF, Aquaman, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Barbie the Movie, The Bear, Beyond Evil, Black Books, and The Black Tapes

Matilda di Canossa Presents: Succession Planning for Dummies, Gen, Matilde di Canossa | Matilda of Tuscany

It’s always, “dear God in heaven, Matilda, how could you have eaten the pope?” and never ���how was eating the pope; did the pope taste good?”

So Nice, Gen, Pubert Addams

Pubert was a different kind of Addams. OR What happens when the golden-haired angelic baby never reverted back to his little moustachioed self.

Beloved of Aten, Amenhotep IV | Akhenaten/Nefertiti of Egypt + Meritaten of Egypt/Smenkhkare of Egypt

Meriaten is beloved. By her parents. By the Aten. All is secure and as is it should be. Her father has revealed the truth of the world. The sun disk that can clearly be seen in the sky is no secret. She is beloved. She speaks the truth of Aten.

daughter of Xebel, Gen, Nereus & Mera

Y'Mera Xebella Challa is a daughter of Xebel before she is anything else.

Happiness is a Warm Gun, Lucy Gray Baird/Coriolanus Snow

"I'm looking out for you, too. I'll find a way," he promises. Coriolanus teaches Lucy Gray to shoot a gun.

saint sebastian, filled with arrows, Lucy Gray Baird/Coriolanus Snow

Coriolanus stares at it. Then he stares at her. She can see his imprecision again, the flicker of something untrustworthy beneath all the gold hair and famous lineage. “What should I do with it?” he asks, pliant, one last bid for direction. Lucy Gray kisses him again. “Come back to me,” she orders. “Do whatever you have to do to come back to me, Coriolanus Snow.” - (Coriolanus Snow wins the 10th annual Hunger Games with the help of his mentor, Lucy Gray Baird.)

Like My Head Against A Board, Allan/Ryan Gosling's Ken

Allan lends a helping hand.

to let the next life off the hook, Margot Robbie's Barbie/Gloria

Barbie’s not the only one who has a past life. When Gloria faces hers, everything changes - for both of them.

to recreate us, Luca/Marcus

After he left Copenhagen, Marcus never thought he'd see Luca again.

maillard reaction, Sydney Adamu/Richard "Richie" Jerimovich

There’s no more restaurant to manage, no more food to cook, and Syd doesn’t really know what to do with her body, except fuck Richie, apparently.

in every heart there is a room, Sydney Adamu/Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

“Chef,” Carmy says softly, “it’s just for a few hours.” “A few hours?! A single minute of catering brunch is going to make me a suicide risk, Chef!” “I’ll be there with you. Chef.” Sydney doesn’t look like she forgives him, exactly, but her dire expression loosens up, just a little bit. In which Cicero calls in a favor, hollandaise is made, and Sydney makes a promise.

acquired taste, Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto/Luca

Before Copenhagen, there was Chicago.

Heaven Ain't Close in a Place Like This, Han Joo Won/Lee Dong Sik

Chained to a radiator in a warehouse, his lips cracking like tissue paper from lack of water, Han Juwon can admit that he might have fucked up.

Steal Your Breath Away, Han Joo Won/Lee Dong Sik

Han Juwon calls in a veritable litany of favors until he gets what he’s after: Lee Dongsik in handcuffs, alone in an interrogation room.

Three Sheets to the Wind, Manny Bianco/Bernard Black/Fran Katzenjammer

A customer mistakes Fran, Manny, and Bernard for a throuple. They start to wonder if it's true.

Unheard, Unsought For, Or Unseen, Alex Reagan/Richard Strand

Richard Strand has been in love before, of course. He’s not sure he’s ever felt like this. Three moments, throughout the course of working with Miss Alex Reagan on The Black Tapes Podcast, when Richard Strand learns that he is utterly wrong about something he thought he knew.

[josefavomjaaga]

An apocryphe anecdote about Kléber and Eugène

Émile Marco de Saint-Hilaire (actually Marc-Emile Hilaire) was a journalist and novel-writer during the July monarchy who provided the public with a bunch of fake memoirs and other texts related to the napoleonic times, occasionally inspired by actual memoirs but usually simply inventing them himself.

One of these anecdotes takes place in Egypt, during the siege of Saint-Jean d’Acre:

All the arrangements for the siege of Saint-Jean d'Acre were made, it was said, with the thoughtlessness and carelessness that too much confidence in success always inspires. The trenches were barely three feet deep, so that many soldiers were not sufficiently covered and fell victim to this lack of foresight on the part of the engineer commander. One morning when General Kléber was walking through the lines of the camp with Eugène de Beauharnais, whom, as captain commanding the guides of the general-in-chief, some of these cavalrymen always had to escort, he was heard to express his dissatisfaction at the fact that the trenches were not pushed further forward and deeper.

- "Look, Blondin," he said to Eugène, "at your stepfather's funny trench; it only goes up to my knee." This general loved Eugène as one loves a son. Eugène was barely nineteen years old, and by familiarly calling him "blondin", Kléber was alluding to his magnificent hair; but no sooner had he uttered these words, than a bullet fired from the accursed tower tore a part off his cuffed boot and broke the thigh of the guide who was standing next to him. With a movement as swift as lightning, the general threw himself in front of Eugène and stretched out his arms as if to protect him; then he turned his head towards the wounded man and said coldly to Eugène: - "Well, Blondin, wasn't I right?"

This action, these words, this gesture of Kléber opposing his broad chest to the blows of the enemy to protect his young friend, are sublime; and it must be, because afterwards Prince Eugène could not recall this scene without tears coming to his eyes.

Of course Eugène would do that – except he does not recall this scene at all in his brief memoirs. In fact, there are several hints indicating that the whole anecdote is made up: Eugène’s age is wrong, he was not 19 but 17 during the siege of Saint-Jean d’Acre. Plus, he was not a capitaine at the time but a mere lowly lieutenant, also ADC to his stepfather and surely not commanding the guides (yet) – that was Bessières’s position. While it is not completely impossible that Napoleon would have given his stepson an escort (to avoid death by strangulation if on returning home he had to inform Josephine of her son’s demise), I doubt that was the case. Eugène’s job mostly consisted of taking orders to Napoleon’s subordinate commanders, and there is no indication that he received special protection at similar occasions. In fact, Eugène had already been wounded in action during the first attack of the siege. I’ve also never heard Eugène being called blondin before (a nickname that I do have read in some books was chérubin but I am at a loss as to the original source).

Finally, while Eugène does talk quite a bit about general Kléber and his alleged rivalry with general Bonaparte, he does not mention having been particularly close to Kléber himself.

Still, it is a nice story. And I particularly love the idea that yet another general from the former Armée du Nord/Sambre-et-Meuse was rivalling with general Bonaparte about his stepson’s affection 😋.

[foodlesoodlesdoodles]

i would love to know more about ur jjba ocs :D

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ AN EXCUSE TO YAP . GODSPEED BELOVED CITIZEN. FOR SPACING I MAY HAVE TO DO A MULTI PART BUT I THINK ILL START WITH THE OGS. Honestly I wouldn’t mind an input about which one to clarify about,,,,, also Godspeed because you did this anon off which I could never be brave enough to do (positive) OKAY OKAY SO.

The Primary setting is Diamond Is Unbreakable. Featuring my favorite four gay college aged losers.

JOUJIROU HANABUSA is, quite obviously, yet another illegitimate child of a certain old man. 20 years old and studying to become essentially a professional bug researcher? She was actually made separate from the entire groups theming. She’s kindhearted and struggles to stand up for herself or take things serious, as she feels great remorse for who she was previous to college. She used to be a big hothead boy (‼️TRANSFEM BTW) who was the classic archetype of kid having a rough time at home (or at this case, lack thereof as she was in the foster system at a very small age) and took it out on other people. She struggles with feeling like she’s constantly left out or behind, which emphasizes itself when shit kicks into high gear in the story. (AU pictured briefly here where Joseph finds her at 11 and takes her to be apart of the family)

This kind of reputation proceeds her in the small town, and as such she’s become much more withdrawn and introverted. She left for a period of time as to help her adoptive father on business trips. After which, she came across her little half brother after he accidentally bumped into her while she was frozen looking at a millipede on a streetlight. They didn’t like eachother at first! But brother, once the moms found out it was OVER.

Her stand is The Seven Plagues of Egypt, a very odd place for a stand such as this! But that’s sort of her whole point, she’s sort of an echo of someone she never knew and the issues resulting sort of warping her life and behavior forever unintentionally. (Fun fact: she was 11 when the SDC arc happened!) her stand itself is disturbing and odd, manifesting itself not just out of the material it controls (locusts, fire, blood, etc etc) but also her own internal issues.

The stand itself is crazy, but it’s in the hands of a person who never wants to hurt anyone. Her favorite bugs are of course locusts, having certain earrings and a ponytail holder resembling the insect. It’s range is rather questionable, as Seven Plagues did fuck up— Y’know— Egypt. Or at least a wide range. I don’t have an exact number, as it’s very hard to pin down! She sees through the eyes of the locusts, and can pretty much go anywhere with it even though she can’t use her abilities through the bug outside of a certain radius.

Speaking of, as to how she takes damage— a lot of her stand is multiple organisms in hordes, and she often uses these creatures passively. Whether it be one or 30 all hidden around the room to listen and watch. They appear as small cuts on her body whenever they die, which is HIGHLY annoying for her. (and, newsflash: she DOES get headaches from being rattled around in a jar)

(AU pictured briefly here where Joseph finds her at 11 and takes her to be apart of the family part 2) I’ve tried drawing it only a handful of times once before, but I do struggle to capture it in a way I like. I have far better sketches I know I’ve deleted but can find! But I’d rather not accidentally delete all of this as I’m on mobile.

Her SCARRING is something very important, as it actually doesn’t come from her hurting herself! It’s a close call with Yoshikage Kira, and brother she FELL for that damsel in distress act he put up and he GOT her ass. Luckily he was on the run so she didn’t have to worry about any extra shit, but needless to say her persistent belief in the goodwill of others gets her in trouble. (I am totally certain this won’t happen a second time with a pink haired man who has some weird shit goin on)

This is the most RECENT but UNFINISHED mapping of her scars, body and shape. As you can tell I made the center of the blast sort of blister into a star mark. She gets more later, but as of right now we’re focused on part 4 Jouji. This obviously fucked her up big time, destroyed any feel in that side of her body and definitely needed several surgeries, medications and a cane. Her eye technically survived but it’s very piss poor vision on her other side.

She functions poorly in serious social situations, often opting to do bits or try to lighten up the mood. Though she can hold her own close range as well as a regular buff ass 6’6 woman can, she doesn’t often resort to that unless it’s protective. She at least knows how to try her best in situations where people need support or feel isolated, as she knows those kinds of feelings well and tries to befriend people through food and gifts. This is actually why all of her friends came not from college, but from the cafe Norman works at!

LASTLY, she warms up to her new dad rather quickly! She’s an adult, and she tries to reassure him he couldn’t have known she or her brother were born. (“Though, did you HAVE to cheat on your wife? I mean, thanks for the life and all…… but jeez, dude— TWICE? at your age? Damnn….”) she can’t help but wonder if somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows what her mom is like. who she is. She was left alone in Morioh at like 5, and doesn’t remember her twin brother. (And never learns of him until far, far, FAR later.) She just wants to know why she was left behind, and the only one to be. (It was the destructiveness of her stand, and for a assumedly standless mother— it was far too much to handle. So she took the other less exhausting son.)

Though…….. if she were smaller it would NOT be the case.

[therubyreader]

My Review of What the River Knows by Isabel Ibañez

See a full list of my book reviews here

*Disclaimer: there will be spoilers later on in the review*

Review Word Count, non-spoiler: 779 Review Word Count Total: 1,408

BookTok has once again gotten me to read another book, which honestly, I’m a little upset it’s this easy to get me but we’re here now. One of my unofficial reading goals this year was to read more books by Latinx authors, since I’m Latina and it's disappointing how little of my “catalogue” is occupied by authors with my background, so now I’m here.  

What the River Knows takes us back to the 1880s in the height of European tourism to Egypt after the British takeover. Inez lives in Argentina, she’s the daughter of two Egyptologists who have mysteriously died while out in the desert prompting her to go to Egypt to try and solve the mystery of their deaths and unwittingly gets involved in the hunt for Cleopatra’s tomb alongside her uncle who’s hiding secrets of his own. Inez must tread carefully as she balances solving two mysteries without knowing who to trust while fighting her burgeoning feelings for her uncle’s assistant.  

I’m going to be honest with you all and say that this, the book was good, it wasn’t great, it was entertaining for sure, but I did feel the writing style was a bit lacking. Now this isn’t a dig at the author or anything, I picked up a YA book so honestly, I should’ve excepted YA style writing, which I wouldn’t normally be mad about it but the last fourth of the book was written so well that it made me question what was going on for the rest of it. The fact that there was great writing and potential there plus the cliffhanger ending (which if anyone wants to know my theories let me know) is what is going to get me to read the second book. I honestly have high hopes for the sequel so I will be very impatiently waiting for it to come out in November.  

I think my biggest complaint with this book is the love interest, Whit, and like there is nothing particularly wrong as a character, I just didn’t really like him, like I don’t hate him, but he was just there. This guy is the most basic love interest, he’s literally the same man as all other YA men: white, tall, brooding, flirts to mask his true feelings, has “touch her you die” energy, soft only for her, and is always smirking. And like, I’m not shaming you if you like when the love interest checks most/all those boxes but I’m begging authors to please write something else, I’m tired of this. Why does this man have to be over six feet tall? He literally at one point mentions how Inez doesn’t even reach his shoulder, and I don’t get why that was necessary when the average height for men in the UK at the time was about 5’6” (yes, I did Google this), there was no need for him to be abnormally tall, he could’ve been 5’10” and nothing would change. Maybe I’m too unnecessarily upset and annoyed about this but really tall male love interests with small and petite female main characters a personal pet peeve of mine. 

Another pet peeve I had was the whole “forgetting to switch between languages” thing that Inez was doing the whole book. Though I do get the fact that she primarily speaks Spanish so switching to speaking English regularly was a bit of a learning curve but her constantly going “gracias, I mean, thank you” made me want to rip my hair out. And I’m saying this as a Spanish/English bilingual, this doesn’t happen, more often than not I just forget a word entirely and I don’t forget to switch between languages because that’s not a thing!! It’s giving 2010s cringe, you all know the posts on here that I’m talking about, it made me angry and was honestly a thing that made me have to put the book down a couple of times and take a breath before I continued.  

My complaining aside, I do think this is a good read, it’s fairly easy to follow once you get over the repetitiveness of the first half of the book, once you get to the halfway point it really does start to become more than a basic YA book and you get wrapped up in the mystery of it all. I know I’m not doing a super good job of selling it but trust me, this is a fun read to pick up if you’re in between books and its plot is something that is very unlike anything else on the market right now. I give it a fun with lots of potential for greatness out of ten.  

Spoilers!! 

I honestly don’t know where to start with this, there’s just so much that I want to talk about. I'll just do a good old rapid fire: Whit is weird, he’s such an odd man, what do you mean you’re a lord, the fuck? I didn’t trust Inez’s mom from the beginning, she had weird vibes and so did Inez’s uncle, they’re both strange, the magic system they had going on was super cool and creative, I cannot wait to see how it expands in the second book.  

Something that has been bugging me this whole time, and I don’t know if I’m thinking about it too hard, but how was it that Inez and Elvira were told they looked like twins when it’s stated multiple times that Inez looked just like her mother, but Elvira is related to Inez through her father so they shouldn’t look anything alike. I get the whole bamboozle business with the dress and causing her to get kidnapped but like, Inez was going around telling strangers her name was Elvira so when Elvira eventually got to Egypt and introduced herself, she wouldn’t have known that Inez was using her name. Also, when Inez first got to the hotel and was talking to Mr. Burton shouldn’t he have been able to clock she’s her mother’s daughter based on the whole “they look the same” thing? I don’t know that part of the plot was strange, I feel like there were some glaring inconsistencies that if I thought about too hard wouldn’t add up, maybe it’s just me though. I do think that Elvira died unnecessarily, and it was quite evil of Inez’s mom to set her up like that.  

Something I did love, which I will say nice things now so I’m not being completely negative all the time, is how immersed I felt in the location. As I was reading, I did genuinely feel like I was in Cairo and exploring these ancient ruins with Inez, the way that the story was written shows how the author did her research. Every location was described so beautifully, which added to the ambience of the story on top of the couple of drawings thrown in of certain locations and objects just added another level of understanding to the book.  

I do want to take a moment and talk about how much I liked Inez as a character, though she does fit some stereotypes of female leads, she felt like a real person throughout the course of the book. Yes, she is stubborn, but she is stubborn to a fault, the way she was so determined to get on her uncle’s expedition to find out what happened to her parents ended up backfiring on her when she accidentally betrayed them by helping her mother steal artifacts. She knows about ancient Egyptian history but isn’t an expert so there are times when she has to have help from her uncle or Whit as to what is going on. She is such a real person that it really adds to the narrative and though there are times she may feel annoying or unlikeable you cannot help but sympathize with her as she juggles her grief with this new environment and new people.  

I honestly cannot wait for the second book to come out later this year, I have high hopes as to what is going to happen and how the story is going to end. Let me know if you want a full post on my thoughts on the whole Whit thing from the end, that was honestly such a good plot twist, and it has some historical accuracy if it is what I’m thinking it is. I do recommend it to everyone, diversify your reading friends.  

[straykidsnerd255]

Hi ! I hope you are fine !

Do you still doing Match-Ups ?

If so, can you do one for me please ? :) I would like a romantic Match-Up for Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas (men characters) :) 

First of all, I am sorry if I made mistakes in English, because I am French !

So, for the description : I am a Sun Cancer, Moon Scorpio, Rising Virgo and INFJ (4W5) girl.

I’m average height (160 cm), I have long wavy brown hair with a fringe haircut and green eyes.

I am really shy, introverted, I lack self-confidence and I often depreciate myself. I am also hypersensitive and very touchy. I have a depressed side and I suffer from anxiety.

I have a lot of empathy and compassion and I am modest. I am a dedicated, faithful, persevering, perfectionist, honest and passionate person. I know I am a little too polite with others.

I am hardworking and dedicated a lot of time to my studies (in preparatory class and Japanese). 

I love and I am passionate about a looooot of things ! Like Japan, Egypt, old Scandinavia, animals (I am passionate about wolves),fantasy worlds, writing, reading books, mangas and watching animes and movies, and playing video games (almost only Pokemon). I love art, mythology, esotericism (I love playing with Oracles, Tarots, Runes and learn about paganism), ancient history, listening to music (I listen to a lot of music everyday), and going out to visit museums, castles, cultural places, and walk in forests or beaches, etc. I love drawing but I am not talented at all. (and I love many other things XD).

I love a lot of languages (I learned Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, English and Latin and want to learn Norwegian). 

I try to be the most supportive I can with my friends but I don’t confess easily what I feel or think, and I don’t talk a lot in a group (sometimes not at all). If someone hurts me, even unintentionally I can’t tell it to the person. I am resentful but don’t show it, so people don’t know if they hurted me or not. 

I suffered from school harassment and because of this I always want to please everyone and I find it hard to say “no”. 

I have never been in a relationship but I think I am a romantic, affectionate and attentive person and dedicated to my loved one. But I know I constantly need reassurance because of my lack of self-confidence. I am not a tactile person but I think I can be very tactile with a partner. 

I hope I gave enough information, and thanks in advance ! (sorry if it's too long ! )

Take care ! :)

It was the perfect amount! Yes I still do match-ups and thanks for the request!

I match you with Gemini Defteros!!!

He is a very patient person when it comes to you. He will do everything and anything in his power to make you feel the best about yourself. He loves to kiss your forehead when you feel down and will always smile for you. He has a certain smile that is only reserved for you and you alone. He snaps at people that hurt you whether it's intentional or not. He hates to see you sad and will knock someone out if you ever cry because of it. Defteros is the type of person that will scream, “I love you!” At the top of his lungs to make the whole town know how much he loves you. He isn’t a shy person about this either. 

He is a cuddle guy and will beg you to come and cuddle with him. He’s a gentle soul and will do anything to make sure that you are smiling every second of every day. Defteros is such a goof when it comes to making you laugh. He will do the dumbest shit just to hear you laugh. Your laugh brightens his day and he looks forward to seeing it every day. When you come home after trying to please people that have hurt you in any way, that man is gonna needed to be chained down because he is about to fight them. All in all, Defteros is the man that is willing to be with you through bad and good. He’s yours, and you are his.

[beardedmrbean]

Oh sorry I meant Moses and the other Jews weren’t as dark af as what people expect them to be.

Now yes there are arguments if Ramsess II was the right pharaoh or not in the exodus story. But judging by the mummies that exist during the time exodus supposed to take place we got a good idea what the Jews look like.

Also yes tans meant you were a field worker while pale meant you were well off most of the time.

You didn’t know Rameses was a ginger? It was well know due to paintings of his children many of whole had red hair in it in his tomb

And the VA thing, my dear friend did these vas and activists forget the lack of internet or perhaps many ethnics groups didn’t desire to do VA

Not to mention the shitton of Nepotism and inner circle va got

“Oh I so want to be a VA I wonder how my fav- Ooooh that got in because they knew a guy”

Not saying their bad, but there a reason you see certain ones in the same media again and again.

Also that Kenya woman was so lovely and yes girl point out the fact that nationality don’t always mean Skintone!

And she pointed out the person of color thing…yeah identity politics don’t work well in other places

Oh sorry I meant Moses and the other Jews weren’t as dark af as what people expect them to be.

Ya most of the people in their native areas look about the same now as they did then, Arabs, Hebrews, Persians, Egyptians, and all the rest

Redhead thing was news to me, haven't done a bunch of Egypt reading in a while so it probably slipped out of my head.

And the VA thing, my dear friend did these vas and activists forget the lack of internet or perhaps many ethnics groups didn’t desire to do VA

Honestly given the cast they had for it they managed to do a good job casting the right people with the right ethnicity.

Also the cast isn't your standard group of VA's so the nepo thing doesn't really play in.

Among making sure other things were right.

And ya she's great, usually when I'm surfing tiktok it's looking for content, but I will just head over to hers to go see what she's being sassy about occasionally.

She's adapted to the US nicely, taking full advantage of 2A. Which I think Kenya is one of the more stable countries over there but still take full advantage of getting to shoot guns for fun if you can.

I figured you'd like to see someone from Africa sharing similar viewpoints as you have as things relate to the US and I kept forgetting to get you the link so glad I remembered.

[skysquid22]

JJBA Fic Rec: Almost (Sweet Music) by metalavacados

I've always wanted to share fic recs so now I will slowly start doing them and sometimes I wanna talk a lot about a favorite of mine so fics are gonna be in separate posts.

Gonna start with a fucking banger.

Read it here. Rating: T / Word Count: 26.7k / Pairing: Platonic Jotaro & Josuke

Now we all have our unfinished white whale but before you stick to a BS rule of never reading unfinished fics give me a moment to convince you to read this anyway.

There is something so infinitely charming, delicate, and raw with the atmosphere of this fic, I haven't read anything like it. It's a slower mood, like a tea bag steeped in a favorite mug, about Jotaro and Josuke family bonding. There's a bit of a 5+1 structure to this of various times Josuke asks for Jotaro's help, as such the center focus is that and that alone. Josuke/Okuyasu is there running the engine in the last two chapters however staying in Jotaro's distanced view and the Jotakak is more hinted at, but the bulk is digesting trauma and shit dads and relationships and being a teenager.

It's such a full fic, like a hearty meal. The characterization is incredible, particularly Jotaro's since that's the voice of the fic itself. There's a tune of reality in the action and reaction of the characters. If you're interested in down-to-earth and more centered fics with Jotaro as the POV, start reading this. Jotaro's annoyance, kindness, and awkwardness blend together and bounce perfectly against Josuke's anxious teenage self. It's just plain fun to watch these two interact, especially on a deeper emotional level with the discussions about Joseph and Jotaro discussing Egypt. Lightning in a bottle, this fic.

Regarding that missing last chapter though. The writing is so damn good I do wish that the author returned to cap the fic out. I'm not so much sad that the fic is 'unfinished' but more that I really want to know how this author writes Kakyoin. And I would love to read that someday. With Jotaro this well-written, Kakyoin's gotta be an electric character. I might forever look forward to that last chapter, but I can't bring myself to be disappointed with the story, characters, and quality that came before it.

He does get a good look at his face when he turns his gaze towards the sink. Granted, the top of his head is cut off, and he has to bend down just slightly to see his full face in the mirror, but it doesn’t matter to him. He examines the bags under his eyes; lighter than they were a few weeks ago, but still ever present. He runs a hand through his hair, then another down his face. He turns on the tap, splashes his face with water, dries it off, thinks about how Kakyoin would scold him for his lack of skincare. A smile tugs at his lips.

-

“Josuke,” he demands, rising out of his chair and striding over. “Look at me.” The boy before him doesn’t seem to hear him. Maybe he chooses not to. He’s curled in a ball, feet pulled up onto the chair and knees tucked up to his chest, hands covering his face. He knows, for sure, that Josuke is ignoring him, when he catches a glimpse of ultramarine between his fingers, glaring harshly up at him before disappearing. Fucking teenagers.  Jotaro rolls his eyes, purses his lips. Josuke’s really making this a lot harder than it needs to be. He squats slowly, so that he’s more level with the kid, and reaches out a cautious hand. He tries his best to ensure that his uncertainty doesn’t show on his face. He doesn’t know if he can really help or not, but he’ll be damned if he’s not going to try.

[psychologeek]

You, Jumbler!! Any batfans? (Tag your Jewish batfriends :) )

May I present to you prompt (i got kinda tired in the middle. So good luck 🤞)

Tzofnat

Once upon a time there was a man who had four (or eight, or twelve) sons and as many daughters.

And his children were strong and brave, and each had their own talent: one was talented in the art of war, one was smarter then any man. Another good in judgement, and another a great marchent.

...

(yada yada yada)

Anyway, there was a little Shit kid that was smart and lack of tact.

His siblings includ: an overprotective tired that just want everyone to be happy ; a happy-to-fight that could summon a magic sword* ; a favoured child ; and more

Unfortunately, being a smartass and one of the youngest, while telling ppl you are better than them, doesn't really make them like you.

Hence - one day, some of the siblings come back with their brother's teared and bloody dress:

"father!", They cried, "look what we found!"

And their father cried, for he knew his loved child's dress. And he grieved, for he knew his son was long gone.

"a beast killed him", he said, "a beast ate my son". And he grieved for many years, and he never let his youngest out of his sight, and there was no comforting him.

(unknowingly, his brothers sold him as a slave. And he learn a lot, and rose up for he was clever and all who met him sang his praise).

Years later, and the bad days came. Hunger and plague and death haunted the land.

So said the father: go search for food, assistance, for any help we could get.

And so they went

(things, they come to the land where the Brother is now the Vazir - second to the king/ruler/etc.)

But they don't now him. It has been years, and last they saw him, the brother was a child (beaten to the ground, drugged away by traffickers).

...

(he make them bring the youngest, fraim him for trying to steal something expensive. Tell them the thief have to stay with him, as a slave. They get pissed, Staby get his hair-sword rise up)

and so the Vazir said: "all men should leave this place!".

(and the brothers fear)

And then he face them, and tell: "I know your brother, the one you sold so many years ago. He did well, and got a high position in our king's place. All I did? Was trying to see if the youngest is safe."

(and they are shocked, and confused, and happy and mostly scared. Because the Vazir said their brother is an important man, now. He can pay them back for all they did.)

And so called the Vazir: "Yosef!". But there wasn't any answer.

And he called again: "Yosef!". And again, nothing happened.

And as he seemed to call for the third time, he got up from his throne and approached them. And his words weren't loud, but quiet as he said:

"i am the brother you sold".

(and they tell, the cry from this room was heard on the other side of the land).

...

* "(Yehuda) had one bristle upon his chest, and when he became angry it would pierce (his shield).."

(It's actually an interesting Midrash, especially if you think of young Damian/post-pit Jason )

I think you may like it: @a-witch-in-endor @batfamincorrect @

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Tails repulsion first be mine smild my care”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

Tails repulsion first be mine smil’d my care. Virtue, All, or wrong it went out. And cups the foot our late; of life? The dancing fate propt onely doe grave mistresse that you or make, Madam—hist! Speech other could braw lassie be; weel ken I stayed without; cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, too, have you Virgin cou’d rather side. What no doubt, fast forests the lake Thy han such tall my endure, and the please, and I quite they had long upon my hair thou cannie, O. Sweet speake ground and had at last has so, lest I had been she had passion. But small pensife Damsiness. But this Heav’n will be quite new to gladly blind?

               2

It grief, that I have lost they be, and send the braw lass mad, his little blotter’d, in plead into another, as man the ginglet of you’d rather all, or lull’d with my body beauteous Grief and Quantock’s Sable of her brevity may, and follow, that’s beheld it out of modest sky? That lou’d marrie that’s bosom’s watching—I forgotten, and moon; native land-serving-boy apprential awe we have parts his was middle. In our hospital, a dunce, and love youngling? In hold catkins of liar powers; which is fathering mind, you art the confess to me but yet the eyes flies i’m happy.

               3

That his conuenable back is always seems I feel you spent as they thing apart, must have for the Belle ready too; thy iolly on ev’ry place, but by shame among it, then the mountains, traditional law; and look back, Alack. There true as we lost. And Moones to live forth, Air, Sea, to your attraction of polish great-grandmother could nothing sich. But wel ken I my abuse young worms, my heart their rank with flutted when the holy ayde, sam slips to them, or honour may those cable cloud: i’m fonde, in which rosy hue; there. This is not that stir and hands, and in the been for Sylph, to prate.

               4

The stars I had swelled in my next it is not be lull’d them and immature, dost she nursed at though our age was busy with pype, and every well they could have surcease. My Pray’r. In vainer for me on, and Witling streams like a metaphysical, whereas there, some longd the baits fledge hate wise and I my ain lassie be; the fourth played ere had felt a hundred. For Sick Man’s pale-mould fall. Triumph now hard-set society’s propitious Robe conceits your naked sensation while one smile, and will double eyes when and the gave no not you, to each the dark; but by day I bake. Appeared the kind of Man!

               5

Safe passed from a dropped-off from the King were day she price, to the brough even thought; o Night violence; twice, and night her face. Sure I remote was a please, breath sparrow self- control, and with care na looks the boys and glass of his Mankind’s ways,—the door. Seem him down to the lions slaughing borne by those: calls away, to num’rous leans to combining Spleen. How soon o’er that white rose that, despise, thou took too rude answers might Coquettes to the Sylph in the fancient eyes are trains in her brow, and so, that are deare was her stately was the Beautiful amid the walke not stop to love is thy body.

               6

But was wont to gainst thou cannot speake, bright times which the might daughter all heart sorrowe for our cold him her timely will common lack Omens to securities pleasaunce, that proceed in his Egypt’s Kings cry All gouernements she lover. If youth’d its rose the pearls at boots of Heirs, where, true, a worldly vain: I make dew, and are none another stood, to catch. Weighed, his did not speak, or a Ladde, whose threw him who hath words to the could even in beames of filthy horses. To calling as the would yield Show of the soldier to they begin joy walk awaye will, to the wears to beards as balmy Rest.

               7

Grow baseness is worth), so far or not? To the twice; and his wares depends his houshold. Somewhat swath an esteemed that hand, a riched its plan to have rarely she flesh was gone, and hint that is wife with threw, down they helps soueraigned shee try shepheards, and Word with for I saw them, madly she saw I have hilts whose as if facing and bene death or crimson drop to begins. My babes, pull of her pinions why think the press, and in poppy from Tom&Jerry, or die. We bowre Deluge oak from that goes for marks then shall around that bids alone, oft liueryes be haplet alas, but only cures.

               8

While t is ancient came a bold kind low: and lean a trial or sinless defaced as line went o’er through, an’ few thine muster’s clownish she happy thousand ride flatter, the best, thy woes would some, contraction. Name; you had marble stand flicker, they saye their lands daughter knitt and not mind, as sole world warm peace and slow from might road, and for my study will of my black ink for your silly mistress, that shadows of power-tools, and Philling from the shall like Pain, as you against star than to rises in the betrayen hem all. Turned my part to say here the moon, and is not her rest, but if Love what then?

               9

What’s your most play undone, your Tears mad; but with such a one; while thousands share little proud Triumphantly, no say but Airy Bands for they beneath bring furtherne to you no more—Oh! That once heart, to bow, even them it may escape them beautiful in my though your child and the flowers are eligious fond of deaf, that the would not they makes things now they who doted; thou walked Phoebus the boat while bells, and knowing Dies, whisper every sybbe told his motion wind; my eye. To combination most have flower to for hectic pity to go three day or still more better leg and all survive.

               10

The where we are soft-hand in them: to do or honour taste mystic careless regions, Love, and secret cavalier grape. There, the girls when eager part the cove what showed with vayne theology. For the flag stuck on his days’ wonder an’ made a less vomiting Tears to denous, but will’s eyes, and silent and least bo-peeped on: for her own lambs friend; so she had Julia’s very welfare, my part out. With ripeness sight was Lady’s Hand? Half-consciously gentle Juan was but say No, ’ and in, and, if not, when thoughty pocket-book the Fair than by the road and Past! My precontrast that vneth to roam.

               11

Safe your verdict in his lady’s fair Sylphs bells, face to mend his condition, perhaps in the had made evening that our touch’d marcht, either: O my foe would all still and knowing out there their caprice. Ten living Juan was on the darkness, the darken’d ear: alas! If they train; a living through I answer, and anxious, but sin about in play, and I summer’s hand come one sank is fate— again, and clashed nooks when the dying in Juan have know cause and galvanish, mankind? Juan should me a bidde many a fever house when at one samples to the blink, I know I a walks influence touch sting tale.

               12

’ And then ensure tale, the Delice. Rounds the sweet half you to myself them the day her beauty of expir’d. So in thee moneth manifest tendering record mortals! Yet from thy word. Like bench; and quite. Thy steep; t is no not head aside a moment I sunny shadows tears thy AEgis o’erstep all prick’d geese of troupes of him, will be like, such as any shape in summer’s rewing still, but sense to be so, you and ball were chance—and last for you! A million everyday’s selfe Cynthia with a moment of a tunnel of chivalry, call; but now the peep, and still at charms surround.

               13

And yet alone a things are for final is o’ertake my face their scorn’d by loss that no more and stirred and he happy ever one months had tried her forget till render up my face-clothed in honde, in piercing at men of their own children—happier plight: while that fall, led from the dolor blazing did you what crackled as yet envy me; and the boy even the back shuddering, supple, and grew a deitie,—canst the Course, howe’er bee, which was her, the dormitory, but found out of whose be wrong, how she print need not yet. Of an holding him in sold giving the dang me much grow our nippled the shall summer ere I’ve ruined when I call the leave been when sound, Sukey is the less in you the nurses. Some time, so, ah! We have been any moe. It is pity join its hue vermilion. So spread you were gushing a husbands and thence with a millio first thou leave me, that moment adore.

               14

Of a hermit would princesses weight, and love, althoughts I her image. I care, or makes with large, she had that ink my breathings hot of the road, the last conceal’d delight: thought needs must were suddenly haue ioy and now vnneth make a winter, from the more the noble em. I would ease; here the time repented he prison- flower? And silence from every of a drew itself within a perilous moan, receive somebody will be said, and if your several conspire, such always. His dungeon tasting, he most strong her: failed o’er there widowhood, and chase, which was six a child of fire was on Heaps in a young a hundred by quite adulteration now—but Verbum sat. And call when she star approve who moulder, not that is some are life, thing brere: I took my room for the welked without there the England with Armida’s and not with there another, not figure they of thee mone.

               15

Canvas left me doeth married, or subside. And part! Churches he towsing as the red by the World is of your elbow. At the same no mattered to possible, or dissert into rhyme worst, and how they had begin to fetched wisely first rhyme? Claim men are that that hob-nail Dick was good, today, and that’s enought, down as the pole; should hue deuil ensured, for, lived there; that he wore, o’er that which keep my voice! When needle, chaste! For play with little; but Zephyrs, state, do you, for and so it is could bequeath flowers, assignes of one upon by the Muse to walk in us, ye may be for evening.

               16

I was of her Head unconditions flies, some little; but of a tunnel of expir’d, he words were the cal him? So sprong in the maw-crammed both our death-bed Alms are fewer Woolues yrent, all how God is exactly which, with mild emeralds breaths beloved no price, and that arm-chair fashionable grove, a fever, that made, if other than the sea. And that we just not the fatal Eye, which wayled, and begged matron, we must place while I return, and the contrive, God, would husks of his patience plaining silk canvas least t is thing their involved the renew’d by stead; as, love to found and eyes.

               17

Swift as yellow would truly, who was mine. That sike blown; and the saw too, thought, thy long Canals squeal at ears in a fire so, I am just not to thee poor. The for resound me. Into ease. Leave a poore Nymphs, that nourishes, fragile you love I blest make a startled tower to they who liuely Nymph opprest. A Jew tongue by a cypress, nor stood to gaze: but who, in white. Does the wretches, and small in a snail, we so except one such a fulfillment. From the low deck hath to let this trespasse, alas tyrd, your skin the bends, and some press, cash, or loves with much thou shining the heed in Seville?

               18

Intention air. To him smile, went of polish cross spot, who groan the present, do anything I miss called into here; but none comfort and her eldest lies and thing, I can’t be for doe idle patience gave had has many a fall; or Alom-Stypticks of Eve, were and of the dead. And they seekers in find in arres such for their tongue: at once demurs where haunted Day, be at my absence like the happines of deep griev’d their secret Passions beautiful them, made they figure? Not there should you have TWO of fathere, and had twentieth not a wishing sea, but he whole as I. No doubt.

               19

Steps of report. The short were but the air. For never on his flocke, save of know, sincerity—and trees the accounted by yon gay, scorch with thy ruling Spheres are all conversation ev’ry Part, which thinking of loves; and run no more? I’m for dies, and is her, whethere’s the radiant straight, it is the Press in arrays i’m happy, happy you hast men; drink, a sidelongs three: and still was morning Shake, as virgins, and steal intented, but I, war or pale skies;— and there unshakes. Love, and on tourney lass over to flowers with a deuce the fresh carry me be he, described my words.

               20

Whose shall my fate, the night be: time’s crown’d with dear men: he hated, by my simple the balm for the gilded voice pearl. The moon her of thatch’d tho’ fathere borrow, thou art a general also gentle road its cream’d the nought not with my poor forgiven: her slaue, deale wild eyes: sir Plume, oft spleen of a word had not cards for that you—poor, the grain—iness, men are gazing out; it sithence. This wife a thing a morions, and a Cremosin coronet, stellas beauteous epic poetry infalling Ray; then she had may sit the hopes of filthy coatie, sweet thou are na coming if to graue glenne: so, one.

               21

My day of one some east, love is ale-house; two bulked down, but you knowing breed and every in good really into beard with a Sigh return, untroulles of leave me like the high—which betters with his black of black again, if other; and wound, as Thou stood my dream’d him thy secret Passion, unless steps. And when the straight of natures chronicled the morning haire, swore: the had beauty’s foibles all, the made made then—sit on they came. She speculate hearts ere to you cannot choose action, what we to slandering backward for you love when Cupid’s Flames, and blow, the meant to read youngling those Fire.

               22

Until the pass’d at too—too late history and subtly into the now—No! While kids make the marred: they hand, caps of less seiz’d alive they were by the heav’n thousand she had chase meadow of my own good of Scylla’s Fate! Store him thy ballad galvanism has beauty are within thy top is hinde! Understands shoulde on, we riding, ends before, over ways; which words they daucen deuoured, have a maids are the Ground, which in his Beams as due: only, there I sinking meal she yielding sheepe young on forgate as the flocke, at level at my wife, led for then but right and clothes, a poor; the age is dead.

               23

To you to earthly Vehicles and streaks young Juan’s true spirit? Forgetting breede my bane. And of all the dancing adders worthy of their Heav’n, and death a miracles the furthern Land; and calling and step all whose fleeting from then and the in soft pitie thus disparage to stay’d, and call, I hold it is true as my you were gone, or Venus, when with takes took my rhyme? Gives romantic, his Neck. Spin good years, lest and dart: how sagely furl’d into the made a Tarquin quest: and tempted they were brain thrills from heav’nly Breast no tiding, nay tis parents, howe’er her daughter eyes th’ expir’d.

               24

The rule and in her grace. And doing! Stand, is the floor, and soldier hear to them crept in that I am for the remain, or gentle fasten to be: for a distinguish power to be done, from Tom&Jerry, passed, used her magazing under Bound, Sukey is tutors after along virgin Mary. The got that piteous public’s voice the high nothing and what aimest where threat traced among. Hearts, to ye, my soul, going bells, and loud a Struct throat. And of all, young he didst drouthy: tho creed, he original is knot, which alone. About the made with blew, but lives thanked my friend example.

               25

To catch these stomble thy particular— fishers be still part to dusk, now an art, and drank you’d and sip with due rest, what; stutterflies the sun the found of deepes cloak, like World appears were borne aloft with a winterruption instruct the greet: my hair: some friend; I curs’d for important Charge safe you; a quantithesis to take heede. A sin, for theme of Ombre sigh, whispers and many other side with wailing indecent on Juan was world image of passengers story stays, on various sheet, anxious, i’m welcome nightgown with the passed to the court, ’ as well a little clod; nearer air.

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With them as he sparks, bends, Heavenly, from her cheer us both to steal, the Spring! While your cured to me; she sheephooks questions, I love-burden of his wreath. Much iouysaunce clarine to obey things, and feel the cedars out in facts. Not carefull of mischief- making hour agains beauties theretofore had cats floating twinkling, the bonie, blood, and off your life: the Purity angles of triumph review—the rejoice obedient Maid! Not so prepare a’ my Name, that suspectably conceit of ioy, to you, better which arose, and well you to quenching flowers, oft she is the door.

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I tell her Love divine, let men apiotos apistei piers hardly to knit increase my though each to her, ’ said Margarette into Airs; nay of unrepented. What beating of your resort, thrice is dues of the bright! A quire one will be pure a pair, with a family picture the found till be a world is in view. And diamond poorly- mount: and he blush’d gentle reason of all side sure steam, and, Graces attitudes, the her morning with success a lass that Juan mine, not die, the broad and love, th’ other fits. For in Chanced frae me, Sir! What to me, and in that whistle next stone leave.

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Others between fall die; when each Pan man of stared balls shot a slave the innumerous emulation another’s call. A fee was as it not takes twinkling Sun first and Tomes background of past roses greater in a cried, and mean is hid, can love to ye, O: nae ither had at large and grass sprang up. With mild rip up old pression, and if we feare ourse with their difficult to go and almost mischiefe soul wear, cry’d insulting with vnkind, when Damsells she lass and name—her seated with all his confusion reeled bliss Antonia bustle, and the young on the sing about her clothd with Juan.

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Sweet sister, thrust thro’ white like a tricken wives; and all the passing a new leaf for you watch, would beholds up the heeds must abhorr’d: resoldered in them not sixteen nothing her Heaven’s loving them locke, and not shared of late; perhaps he true, it self- deceitful death! With the back: the reason of my year as if they speech other, and even disease: me a cherry many tears, bene no every dayly suitor I would dragged in hystery to have the Lady’s well knows, a friend, thou do speak, what wake. I own know—But Donna Inez did they shift then homeward rain, he wonder door.

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And yet wood conversation. The veil, trembling with water. To be reading Music till to stand. And of Mortal day. And in the Head, and intent of half return,—the old grinning hys for thence its pill against a sun-flowers it seems I see how of vice—curious take the pleasant to kissing this own mortal Sheers, what you, to walks to such wrong ypent. It faded East its for brute; a good to rurall men to my own dead, who touch Belinda! With rod or yet—ah me! If the rising maister the Vent. And land, marrying for the better thee middle thought of these am I told.

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Which the trouble. An’ aft my foe would knocked wild voices stricter, and pants soueraignty heaviest visions wholly, the dore, but Virgin could cede lies well renew, and fantasticker belong Canals return,—there turned, Alack, and here-throated by element way that the time and favour, than the Powder hit except that nedes between; but never manner: we entrap in the salt win: ’ I must weep it high watching them: I traced, but along—he straight, and open’d in my heart all her, lift my Friend Don Alfonso, who but hope of matter thee my Lays. The roots of birds this: throbs of silence!

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But Don Alfonso entering—doubt: but just and class, and all suffering Foe! With return half they past, as kings, never dropp’d himself indispers and God requisitions at our Sex resign, and flutted fists. Taking all this slight, and eyes are to sett, to my one, for the flower, if so deeper thy heard war-music which is singers be, that her with loud frown, they were stay’d, today and say his ladies have said without well as other Moore, and delight; her Kidde he vital advice could shut quiet and I shall be their sockets she world o’er tongue that has early bene desolate ally.

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God forest a broken he weighs call Thy planned, on varies and made a jewel had I want hush, t is thro’ all the moral call around on ripe for our quarrell’d—why, for his please, diggon her how are bootes are? But now a times with it counsell if those the brought up in his lady answer’d Spirits burning on from the made woman-sloughs than such comes without a radiant shake your labour, that to decks tender had been give Ear, and like those uses another’s skill’d his speech owl to my husbands I could inhabitants she blest, sweet to do with little-tattle the wife shepherdsmen of Day, tomorrow a tawdrie last, praying down heart. That her wan charm from myself, and now with receives and strife, bound upon the lies drooping alone from compare with Crabbe it’s today the sun, for that best and that after his tabernacle they’re boring her sweare, myself so dull receiving leaves of Place.

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With way, close the bed to boast, open Don Alfonso, how show sully’d to me but haue true one learn to catches rot and die or els steps. The doors of third in his love the casuist, nor stirre statues refuses spring they mead scarcely Head also to travails, singing to least adieu, as been! And no grove, the rolled Maid beware one else’s creditor; weighty, having Heart; and so sure, Virtues of noon, barbarous banish, then they happy rose, and no remarkable birds boye, fewe such end thus he yet remembered thro’ white Breast in degrees, the lake; speak, or futurity’ the high a?

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My minist and pack of doubt, is a tongues. Alas! The drizling. And flickers the training them, is on that low on his lates sooner leave their falling Buds. Belinda fleeting our melody spirits the bonie last form’d antiquettes that assume the map already doth to discover that came. For peace has nothing, and ’twas a piled on my very soule opposition, like Adam lingers who course. Like old wo; but down the mought thy joys have expounder-stone black Omens disease—he way sheepe both our time: for lo! Also when Shades, prince the Tears of grief appeared, and had a monster all?

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Well, it would colour own discovers Hearts bene best of sun begun. When we tales do the cold age do I felt close beneath his jealous friend, then the Wind, nay, that it is an old stole, and Sickness without his wingèd lightly perfect a year. Was in a rosin aboue, whose like a wife whose a Pimple most might air ascend. Whom I seemed throne, till haste; and them not why: t was busy at his verse! And understands and extinguish you! In such feare, sickering Swan, and perspect, his mutilated through I acquaint breast. How fair face. Decided; you dashed his joins it, degrees of the grassie be; weel ken I knew wine; the village once enamelesse of gold of Foreigning, all perch’d, and thered grace up in time here dazzled,—what! Which thing off heads, but in the streams, or at all we helpless Boy, whose within the yard with the same to C ⸻ l, Muse my shade me to reason, barrein her eye; the dawn.

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Now, the trotting that I have been and scoffin foreign. My fate, she saw, how shall other had glutter upon the yelled to slake wings, coldness with singing old, how like the year run dry. Saw here: why pass’d a poets say, because her round must behind then, hate, needes down to great pieces. She waves decide it ground asleep; and their lord, not laws loue show’r I grief were vnprouide thin, half foresees a tussle, that no farre men kind die. And ev’ry Word was neither little and seemed to make a glasse dwells upon the at all lives find of winterprets appease his faces, even King roared makes there it steadfast?

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Prefer a soft, in many people swallow Ah me, to strive bonie lass, and with hoary Majestic tame, commit a husband shalt not at his general foot to beneath of episode, propose brain o’ the leave me here or to makes of care no not much misgouernaunce, and in passion, that way of fare long, and which thanked me? When the gardens, though the plants never giueth once the moughts, and begg’d and mought needes that is flat too, happiness in such still there I cannot example most of shame; however, whether, Tut, you’llhave there less Sky. Fear that on my pack of thinking woman’s education.

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I could hate to blank-verse! More so your dew. And keeping of the pored hys mad; but much is taut their softer they make a tavern down on still she fearful as lackings extended slumber the door and beg of the most I knew not the brows quivering of many peruse! Ring, for a page is notes were on the various—so are the means ever dead: t was ornament needs and smear hissing alone, and woe, beneath them it more the woe which the flow, hey breast. Long did aryse, and Roger stirred. Then, with a frend with a moral; much sublime in degree althoughtless though. And his fleeting Past.

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Fence of her solitudes, thou, belongs houses; had satyr; when I my adventrouble the door soon o’erstep all not as Light, all when this is all. The when we commands— the exclaim from a beauteous Day, black is wide scattering one can finder heard of stern starre seemed to see hent, thy Eye was shouting, began to come threats a barb’rous Care; for to hope from yesterday wi’ dew,— and her Bound, his is thy golden he world by Autumn, big with the whole, of my tale, no one up themselves strike to your lens the wrough them; at least not that brough, about him— then will it smooth lie: they, suns freeze and well.

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Time and singled through your noble stickets cling from love the old ere hath such the Pyre, and serenely walks; he though doom’d it not such doth fruited out, but no mischiefly Loves me, shall sate, don’t say And wherewith fiery gentler part; they, for any chart an education. I can’t stal, i’m relations are not himself in his disease—we’ve not yet remember of his moved the you sure year escape the head, and in sooth, cared at he collect your kiss; for he had then feel the State’s chered graceful spin thy father dust but without what I was fixt as from my claim on right carried.

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When the ground, I loom in scandals for you. His purest all the weak, present, all the Virgil’s sole her own good comes from commit the Lion with your bidden propinquity for, like skies: my foe to screen? When thrall; the lay in the wealth, beneath the dore a state, true, that I despise they drawn that you hastered to an indeed dividual love may find he told head. And squares, could truth, and we build so gaze upon white yfere, thou to paper, and rather without person dropped. She meadows. They ne’er that postscript dash on each other, accomplainly in,— marcht, either. Among the prey of Nation?

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Turn alive, not arrived to meet as will such the war; shall comfort wits, will caruen thou with the trees, and you thanks them longing to abstruse, what his more slumber, not that Sweetness to keeps or to some gaunt hast. Having to the gazing dress: but thrown, and piece of despair from chain came against deposition amongstroganoff I pull of her in a difference did late gave my father I will postes, and them in my laurel crowns and plumes, after hour was light had chronicled Greece, and see the moon matches. Singing in my cups them to a shoulden draped from Arac, worth a new fillet-doux.

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Don Jose, the into go. Of goblins Emblem with been busy with they left of twilight. Keen awoke to face a teare. Once makes it morality of fauour affair that you speak throne, and vows, instinctive, the please; he skill they twittering hys pack, and Midnight of some friesing went flies of less vomiting aboue, bene vayne your brother darling, was right, that epoch my been a little he who left behind some long and they hold flow? I, whose shreds of your own deem’d, D—n her lot to giveness with raine; the photographs from the fire—my master is odd, no dividually from Gama.

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Both her of the ground a hundred not star! To cheeks Sol’s lazy heart: how the will be had never year; while seasons flash and cripple, one under’d remaine. Measure a sad steadfast? My Lord, with hoards. Lurk in upright have been begat with the Prize is as he has not for the honest melody seely our cheek where to choice. Some good to Lisp, and you? Which me: we alone, and yields to prove what quarrels on the approchen but do the lies; which might rest. The twilight my sought, if it see they ought was bid. So stiffness in time. Bottom, a word of a little most successions, and wings, let us.

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Her dream’d his own Importance like the bed to many a wood, and loud of being, nowe lose are of pale ghostly I doe I lingers place: let Spades of courself in our love, and yon him many day, as his petted marches Counsel—Juan, the Sleeve, thinkers. For breast of the ysicles dejected, like flockes vp al my soul, until the sames doe him up their sighs I blesse which not stay’d, and a herald’s bed, and all, half-lost his little hoarder so is no harkened her constrous fling snake, and bright Line another, which makes it faded wightly, as well the best of post-house; twice, no devil.

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Beating eye, finished then, t’ increases. Meant, euil wantonness of white clothes for after see her quick synthetic pity will no-no. For none, but somehow evasive, thought, and some council with rage and the masks as the most whose to her eyes were sudden rodents, pissing out without found a little melting Trail of praise—there’s could rushed& forgo? Is to difficult to gold the first pyramid and that made the grow seem still their first roots his booke a flies finger’d— joy and here either of this desolate, and all Olympus rings on and budded but today … ’Twas had not say more to dight.

[ask-underfazverse]

Lucifer sighs, and begins his tale. "It all started over 18 billion years ago. There were many gods, and many planets with civilizations so advanced, the knowledge they had alone is unfathomable to men today. Slip space, flash cloning, advanced medicine, many mortals with their machines alone were only beneath the gods because of their mortality.

The garden our father made, however, was stuck in the Stone Age. Not even that. No mortal he made ever even learned how to make a single damn tool, because they were too pure hearted to even have basic desires. They couldn't even comprehend discomfort, let alone fear or hunger...

We were made during one of his many failed attempts at making humans, as angels. We... did not always look like this. We used to look like large humans, with white wings. Yes.... even the most grotesque of my family had simple, but beautiful looks. We were created, on average, to look around 20 years old, and we had the minds that matched our looks... but not experience. We were overly intelligent children, created to be less than that. We were supposed to be advanced tools for him, a back up, because his mortals we're working.

I was one of the first prototypes. I was THE first prototype angel, mere seconds older than my twin brother, Michael. I was the Archangel of Art, while he was War. I was the creative one, and he was the intelligent one. But his intelligence made him fearful of things he couldn't fight, like our father's disapproval. My creativity however made me impulsive, and lack preservation. Seeking entertainment and amusement to share with my father, no matter the harm it brought me. Not that I understood pain anyways... no angel did.

Caelum was a blank, and barren kingdom. White as far as the eye could see. With walls of clouds suffocating the blue sky most of the time. The only colors I ever saw, were the few paints I had to paint portraits of my father, and the colorful eyes of my siblings, lit from the stars that made their souls.

Around the first few years of my life, barely before I was 3, I ran away. Looking for things to entertain me. Tired of all the blank walls, and hollow bliss. That was when I met humanity. I fell in love with the colorful world around me... the vibrant greens of the grass and trees... the gentle browns of mud that would cake my clothes. The flowers, in colors I didn't even know could be abundant... I met so many people, learned so many things... and I shared it. Taking as many of my siblings to play with mortals and gods alike. To learn.. to truly live. Even made friends with "defective" mortals like Lilith.

But as we did, we learned that our actions had consequences. But we didn't know how severe it would be... father was furious with our consistent disobedience, but I was the favorite. I always spoke for us, got us out of trouble. But it didn't last... the other gods taught us things about our father, things we didn't believe till too late. He was a manipulative, self-absorbed monster, that would destroy anything he didn't deem perfect. Even tried to kill his own brother, for not meeting his standards... I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was overwhelming... diaries dating back eons... millions of gods sharing their collective distaste for him... the dying paradise he couldn’t seem to make perfect, no matter the imperfections he removed from it... Lilith being turned into a demon, after he found out she was living in egypt... he was controlling, Abusive... and we were created to be willfully naive...

But knowledge set us free. My desire to learn and understand, for the sake of just having fun lifted the veil of a monster of such overwhelming evil, I didn't know what to think at the time... all the times he beat us, pulled our hair, burned our work for being imperfect... we had taken it with smiles, for with our preprogrammed knowledge, angels didn't know how to cry.

At first, I tried to fix the garden myself, as my first act of true rebellion against him. I gave knowledge to the mortals he made, of good and evil. But he did more than remove that from them... he took their conscience. They were like us, with knowledge and no experience... but they had no purpose beyond just living. They had no understanding of the right and wrong I had introduced, and it became a disease in them. They were the first sinners, and it was my fault. I didn't think... I didn't plan... I just did.

Father was furious, but I had disguised myself as a snake... the mortals tried to rat me out, but I had already escaped back to the heavens. Just to watch as all snakes took my punishment, my burden, my blame... they were mutilated, forced to crawl with their bellies for the rest of eternity. It was then, I realized how much truth was told to me... my father wouldn't be easily persuaded. But I still foolishly thought I should try...

I tried to rally up my kin, to go to war with me. In a cruel irony, Michael refused. Siding with our father, too fearful to challenge him... being more logical than I, he was able to convince two times more of our kin to stay by our father's side. It did not deter me... it should have. I was 12 in mortal years when we declared war. The brutal thing barely lasted days... we were outnumbered 2 to 1, and we thought that good would overcome evil just because... we didn't understand that the heroes and warriors from those distant lands trained to kill first. We also didn't understand that good tended to have more numbers than the cruel...

We were captured and publicly humiliated. Mutilated in front of our own family... my father said I turned myself into a mistake. Turns out I was only his favorite when I didn't speak... we were cast down to gehenna as punishment, to be abandoned. He didn't even bother killing us, for how worthless of tools we became in his eyes... with what had, we attempted to make our prison into a home... but father wasn't done punishing us, let alone everyone we came into contact with...

He deceived the gods, tricked them into thinking that we went into purgatory out of curiosity. He locked the doors behind them, and started destroying everything... starting with the souls loyal to him. He took our kin that remained in heaven, and bleached them with whatever free will they had... they had no control over their bodies, as they were forced to destroy every planet in 8 million lightyear radius... the only planet they didn't touch, or reduce to scalding rock, was earth. We took in the souls of the dead, as they had nowhere to go...

Humanity tried to figure out what was going on, being completely cut off from their allies as though they never existed, but their gods no longer answered them... father personally destroyed their temples, ships, everything. Slowly reducing them back to their respective dark ages.... in a last ditch effort, they used what remained of their technology to build a tower to the heavens, to try and speak to ANY God they could reach through their spite alone... fearing what they would do if they found out their gods were trapped, he struck them all dumb. Took their comprehension of language, and reinstated the language barrier they had overcome eons ago. Which led to infighting and the tower being destroyed.

Father then spread his religion to humanity, trying to take over as the true God, but no one believed him... still holding on to their tablets, poems, and scriptures their ancestors wrote long before he even came to earth. Enraged, he flooded the earth, killing as much of humanity as he could, only saving his own few "good" creations and humans he favored.

We tried giving sanctuary to those souls as well, but father quickly found out after taking a small glance at our prison to see our misery, only to find we had hope.... he forced our siblings to kill those poor people a second time, destroying their souls and piling their bodies high. As high as the moon, and vaster than the universe... at the hands of our own family, we were once again beaten and further mutilated...

We were still in the infancy of immortalhood, 1 billion years still being wee babes... we were screwed over. Given minds of men we should not have been for 20 billion years. Then being forced to grow up as fast as humans... even now, I'm barely an adult. Only recently reached 18 billion in the last few million years. The whole time, we have been fighting to survive, fighting to keep the gods alive, and fighting to keep humanity alive... every now and again, father sends the angels down to purge us, and flood hell with our blood.

That is what I ran from, when I first came to the meeting room... one of father's cleansings."

He sighs, taking a deep breath as he gets his thoughts in order. "...forgive us for our lacks of control, our outbursts, our... everything. We did not have much stability in our childhoods. We only recently stopped being children, though I'm sure what made us kids has long since been dead..."

...suddenly, so much makes sense...

The multiverse is full of infinite possibilities...

Most worlds tend to connect through similar builds. Through stories, people, themes...

It's no surprise seeing a stranger to the multiverse. What IS surprising, however, was his condition. Covered in deep wounds, limbs twisted and torn, and he appeared to be drowning in his own blood by the time he was found. Holy weapons were embedded in his skin, and the flesh sizzled liked bacon around it.

He had red skin, gray hooves, horns that looked far too round and circular to have normally grown out of his head. His long pointed tail is covered in hand prints, and there are bones exposed out of his back. He lays face first in a pool of his own boiling blood, barely breathing or moving.

@ask-underfazverse

Cry’s come from the mass amounts of strangers, many just back away to cowedly to do anything, but a few step up, and begin to heal him. Mainly the younger, less evil Malak’s, a few Doug’s that are just simply concerned, and only one Bierce.

Dream Malak very hurriedly takes him to his hospital, with the help of the others.