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tigirl-and-co · 1 year ago
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I think a lot about Goku and Vegeta being able to bask in the light of a full moon for the first time.
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alwaysanundertone · 3 months ago
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@randomcreator-09 thank you for the request! I did my best even though this isn't something I'm too familiar with, but I tried! Hope you'll enjoy it
Day 27: breeding kink | Remus Lupin
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TW: breeding kink, piv, nipple play
You didn’t know what was happening to your boyfriend lately, but he was
 unhinged.
On Monday, you were going to class when you were snatched into a corner of the hallway, Remus’s hands all over you, touching and groping anywhere he could reach. This wasn’t something you were used to, your boyfriend usually being more discreet in public. It was hot, of course it was when you were the centre of your boyfriend’s attention; still, you couldn’t help but be a bit alarmed by the sudden shift in his behaviour.
Then, on Wednesday he quite literally drag you out of potions class to fuck you in a bathroom, and it was then that it clicked: the blood moon was approaching.
Only a few months before Remus talked to you about his furry problem and about how much he hated not being in control of his actions under the moon’s influence. After that, you read all about the moon’s phases, you studied in the library on every book you could find, and you stood by his side during that time of the month.
This time, though, it was a bit different. You knew that the blood moon could cause some changes you weren’t used to, you thought Remus would become more possessive, you didn’t even think about the sexual part.
So, now that you were in his bedroom and he was quite literally reducing your clothes to shreds, you couldn’t help to be a bit excited about the changes that you were about to see.
“Gonna make you feel so” He groaned, interrupting himself, his hands gripping your hips to the point of bruising. “Good you won’t be able to think about anything else”
You moaned as he connected his lips to your neck, sucking harshly, marking you. He lowered himself as his mouth connected to your tits, his hips rutting against your naked core, making you shiver. He nipped at the supple skin, then licking over the mark to soothe you. You whimpered as he sucked at your nipples, the stimulation going straight to your core, which was now leaving an embarrassing wet stain on Remus’s grey boxers.
He followed your gaze, chuckling darkly when he saw the splotch. “Look at the mess you made, you’re  so needy”
With one swift motion his boxers were off, and he was now hovering over you. His eyes were hyper focused on your every movement, but most importantly, it was like something changed inside of him. Looking into his eyes, you didn’t see his usual soft gaze, there was something more primal in it, it was like your Remus was somewhere else.
You cradled his cheeks with your hands, he sighed, closing his eyes.
“I love you” He smiled softly at that, pecking your lips.
“I love you more”
Then, the sweet moment was gone as he spread your legs, his hands securing them on both sides of his waist. With one, deep thrust he entered you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he was immediately rutting inside of you at a fast pace, your tits bouncing, almost hurting you.
He gripped one of your thighs, throwing one of your knees on his shoulder, the new angle making you  whimper. “Yes, that’s it love, tell me how good I can make you feel”
He lowered his lips on your neck once again, you knew that you’d be waking up with a bruised neck. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg flew to your clit, rubbing it harshly, making you gasp.
“Remus
 Slow
 Down” You panted, back arched as you tried to hold back the obscene moans that were begging to fly out of your mouth.
He slapped your pussy, a burning sensation immediately adding to your wetness. “You will take what I will give you” He thrusted inside of you once again, this time hitting your G-spot, making you gasp. He smiled. “Yeah, there it is.”
He intensified the pressure on your clit, and in no time you were coming all over his dick. You clenched around him, making him groan. He picked up hi speed once again. “Gonna fill you with my babies, love” You moaned, him grinning down at you. “You’d like that, don’t you?”
Your clit felt raw as he kept on rubbing on it, your head spinning with all the stimulation you were enduring, his words only making you wetter. “Remus, please, I can’t”
“You will” He pressed down on your lower belly, rutting into you, and you couldn’t help but come as he filled you with his seed.
He stood on his forearms, caging you in while he tried to catch his breath, his forehead shining with sweat. After a bit, he kissed your forehead, cooing when you whimpered as he pulled out.
As his seed flowed out of you, he pushed it back in, making you shiver. He slowly rolled up your panties, kissing just above your mons Venus, smiling up at you.
“Can’t wait until you’re all full with my babies”
You sighed, reaching down to scratch his head. Even though you both knew that it was nearly impossible, given the fact that you were on the pill, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of a life with Remus and your kids.
tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @remussbitch @sammyreid
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thebadboyfanclub · 8 months ago
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One Can Only Hope (Cregan x Reader)
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First of, I don’t know why this particular song was stuck in my head while I was writing but I think it fits the aesthetic of how the couple works together, also I don’t care that they didn’t pick this actor for me THAT is what Cregan stark looks like, and also sorry for not adding the last detail it just naturally went with a different approach
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'may I present my second-born child and my precious only daughter, (y/n) Targaryen, the heiress of driftmark"
(y/n) bowed lightly before the stoic man that it deserves to be noted how thick his fur was which engulfed him, the man nodded as a sign of acknowledgment to the princess and the young heiress (y/n) could swear that she detected a faint smile forming on his lips, to be quite fair no one could tell since the lords' lips were faintly visible due to his distinguished beard, once (y/n)s deep blue eyes met his there was an instant influence on her that cause her to slightly shiver, mostly from anxiety and somewhat fear of the unknown.
(Y/n) could only describe the sensation similar to placing yourself at the very sharp edge of a tall cliff, as one would gaze down at the water the little voice would whisper to take a plunge, release yourself from the shackles of overthinking, whilst your mind begged you to take a step back and forget about all of this.
Unfortunately (y/n) was well aware of the reason why she had to take this long of a flight on dragon back and introduce herself to the new lord of the North, her mother had put a tremendous amount of effort into making this a trip that could be enjoyable too (y/n) but to no avail, she did not blame her mother, ever since she was a toddler (y/n) would catch whispers of numerous people around her castle that would venture on whom she would marry, as the moons passed and (y/n) became a lady the pressure became tighter than her corset.
"judging by the tremble and pink nose you are not accustomed to such a cold environment"
"I'm afraid not, I am willing to try though, if need be"
She suggested as her voice usually would be colourful and loud- something that princess rhaenyra adored- was now barely audible, Rhaenyra dreaded asking this of her only daughter, seven hells the reason she even had (y/n) was because of her failed match that was created under ambition and desperation for allegiance, now she had to bare the curse of the prey becoming the hunter as she set her daughter up in hopes this could bring peace and safety not only to the realm but to their family.
“It is an honor to have the Targaryen family as our guest, I believe last time it was with Queen Alyssane, was it not?”
“Indeed, my lord, though I cannot recall if we have ever United our house bloodline”
“That is correct, such a pity don’t you think Princess Rhaenyra? We must correct that mistake as fast as we can, before all that let me escort you to your chambers, you must rest after such travel”
Cregan's humor was a breath of fresh air for mother and daughter, both of them felt more comfortable through his commentary and light-hearted chatter.
Rhaenyra was extremely thankful that her daughter understood why this must be done if she had to be completely honest with herself partially the reason she chose Cregan as her daughter's match was how the whispers of his strength and his handsome nature made it to the red keep, another thing was a desperate attempt on keeping her daughter guarded, mayhaps if she found refuge in the north of the vicious Hightowers pushed Rhaenyra to war (y/n) would be tucked away and protected by the Lord.
As they walked through the castle Cregan started blabbering about all kinds of things his brain could master, he was certainly nervous when he got the letter from Rhaenyra herself asking for her daughter to be betrothed to him, Targaryen and Starks had, of course, rumors of laying together but never being United in the eyes of the Gods, and to add the fact that the lady is in line for the throne, the wedlock and children would bring such different aspect to his house.
"the lady of the north has to endure the stinging sensation of the icy air, but I believe having a humungous dragon that spews fire on command should help"
Rhaenyra smiled at the slight declaration of interest and almost a very subtle way of claiming their betrothal to be a fact, it was (y/n) 's turn to nod excitedly and let out a small giggle, Cregan was not a man that went unnoticed, young, tall, strong, beautiful, any woman of her status would thank the gods for such a match and a part of her was curious.
Due to the small sign of hope (y/n) careless tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing a part of her to the Lord that he had never seen before.
“Your ear”
He said almost in a question, subconsciously his head tilted in order to get a better view, hastily (y/n) let her hair fall back again, concealing her left ear, flustered and internally cursing herself.
“I don’t believe I have seen something like it before”
“I apologize, I-it is-“
“Unique, I know that Targaryens usually have violet eyes as your mother has, however, I can only guess you found that boring and chose something entirely different, you have quite the taste”
(Y/n)s eyes slightly widen at the kind-hearted nature of Cregan's comment, (y/n) was born with pointy ears, her mother would always jest that it was because the fairies brought (y/n) to her as a gift, others would say that the Targaryens started to blend more with their dragons and that Rhaenyra indulged in blood magic to have the daughter she always wanted.
Gossip and fairytales aside, (y/n) tried her best to conceal that little thing like a well-kept secret that she now had pulled the covers from. Cregan only smiled, (y/n) seemed like a peach on a summer day, full of sweetness, and the nectar could bring back the dead, her smile could make your teeth hurt like how they used to when he ate pie, the pointy ears in his eyes only gave her a boost in her ethereal presence.
Despite that (y/n) had to acknowledge that the man was nothing but a stranger, she had witnessed countless loveless marriages and men that sucked the life out of their wives,  besides all of that she pushed those types of thoughts to the side and masked her dark thoughts for the future with a brave face.
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"Mother!"
(Y/n) exclaimed as she skipped over to Rhaenyra who rushed to her daughter's side, it had been months since (y/n) had seen her mother, and as content as she was with her new life no one could replace the place Rhaenyra had in her daughter's heart.
"oh my dearest, how lovely it is to see you, take a turn for me let me look at you"
(y/n) let out a snicker at her mother's request even though she complied almost immediately making Rhaenyra nod in approval, to no one’s surprise (y/n) had grown to be a proper lady, her red cape with the thick lining and fur, her hair down and disheveld from riding her dragon, plump red cheeks from eating well, and how could one forget her smile, shining through the realm and blessing her mother with a sigh of relief, Rhaenyra was relieved to say the slightest that her only daughter was taken care of.
"Princess, thank you for inviting us"
"nonsense, I would take any chance to see my baby"
"Mother" (y/n) whispered in embarrassment
"hush now young lady, to me, you will always remain the small babe that curled in my arms, you will know what I'm talking about sooner than late"
"about that, Mother, it might be sooner than you anticipate"
Rhaenyra froze in her spot, her eyes doubling their original size as an audible inhale of breath was heard, (y/n) 's eyes watered and her arms seemed to have a slight tremble whilst she took off her cape to reveal the cutest swollen belly. Rhaenyra stood still for only a second before she wrapped her arms as tight as she possibly could around (y/n) who did the same.
"no, my baby, why didn't you write me about this?"
"I-"
"We wanted to wait this time, I believe you understand, (y/n) wanted to tell you as soon as possible, I advised her not to, forgive me, princess"
Rhaenyra might not have birthed Cregan though she had given birth to (y/n) and that meant that she knew when her daughter was hiding, like now.
(Y/n) wanted to be cautious, after they suffered an early loss of their first baby before her belly could even swell, inevitable fear overtook her, she had refused to ride her dragon for the first three moons and she did her best to remain abed as much as possible.
Thankfully, Cregan shook her out of it, asking her to take a walk as often as his duties allowed him to, he would also attempt to ever so casually bring up how her dragon kept all of the town awake from roaring and complaining, even for this visit  (y/n) only agreed after Cregan offered to get up on the dragon with her so she can feel safe.
"it doesn't matter, all that I care about is that my baby is happy and healthy"
"Don't worry Mother, the north has been extremely good to me"
“For that I am certain, well then, let us celebrate, my little babe is having a little babe”
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"It is good to see you back and we’ll, my lord"
"it is good to be back, especially with such a catch might I add, tell the cook to prepare the Stagg for supper, give the wild pig for you and the others"
"you are utmost gracious my lord, the princess is waiting for you in your chambers"
"wonderful, do not let anyone disturb us, I wish to stay by her side until supper is served"
Cregan skipped the way into his chambers, he was too caught up in the rush of the hunt and the excitement of reconnecting with his lady wife to notice the nods and stiff giggles of the servants and guards.
He didn't bother to knock, even if he was indecent there was nothing he hadn't seen, secretly he hoped to see her swollen belly bare, as it grew bigger Cregan had adored to kiss on her belly and rub it as he felt the kicks and moves of their child, together they would make plans for the future, like making sure the babe receives an egg for their cradle or getting a wolf cub as a pet.
"my de-"
"shush, you'll wake her"
medusa had cast her spell over Cregan as his eyes focused on the most extraordinary sight, his lady wife holding their babe while she sat up in their bed. (y/n) had never looked more beautiful in his eyes, her hair falling past her shoulders as her arms wrapped around the child and her big eyes sparkling with joy.
The baby was wrapped in a white blanket and (y/n) slightly rocked it, it almost could fool someone that (y/n) had already given birth to numerous children by the graciousness in her moves, Cregan could pull a chair and watch this for the rest of his days, alas his curiosity and excitement rushed him to her side, sitting right next to his lady wife in awe.
"bless me, when did this happen?"
"last morrow, the labors started hours after you left"
"my strong dragon, you did this without me, I must admit I am slightly wounded"
"I did not want to send someone until I delivered her, make sure she is fine and all"
if it was humanly possible Cregan would swear he could hear her trembling heart, as her pleading eyes uncovered the insufferable pain she went through that held hands tightly with distress and a splash of grief.
(Y/n) ached for the babe she had lost, wondering if it had been a boy to a girl, if it would have their father's eyes, or if they would prefer music over hunting, Cregan felt helpless, watching his love suffer as he also grieved in silence, though now it did not matter, the gods took mercy on them.
At just the perfect queue, the small babe cooed pulling both of them out of their trance, simultaneously the pair looked down at the fruit of their ever-growing bond with humungous smiles and cloudy eyes.
"she is gorgeous, once you fully heal we will throw a feast, I'll send some of my best men for a hunt, you should write to your mother, and ask her if she can find Dornish wine-"
"my lord, let us enjoy her before we present her to the realm, she is barely a morrow old"
"she is a princess, our princess"
"Precisely, our princess, come lay with us"
as much as (y/n) comprehends the weight of duty and the strict order of customs that came with such wonderful news, she had grown up with a mother who had wrapped her and her siblings with a cloak to protect their childhood years, allowing them to be kids amid chaos and now it was her time to step up and build a fort that kept her happy and safe.
Cregan puffed out a breath of defeat before he complied and climbed as carefully as a man of his statue could
“Let me see, oh perfect”
“She will grow out of it”
“She better not, maybe the next one can have slit eyes as well”
“My love, I do not believe I can give birth to a full dragon”
“One can only hope”
Cregan jested as (y/n) laughed, the young babe had inherited her mother's ears, Cregan would often brush (y/n) 's hair away from her face to take a look at her ears, or brush his fingers over them as she laid her head on his chest at night, sometimes (y/n) would slap away his hand while he roared with laughter, others she would just bask in his admiration, thanking whoever took favor in her and gave her the man that loved her, pointy ears and all.
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mysterioushistorian · 7 months ago
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midbloods are here! headcanons under the cut
Lowbloods
Highbloods
Charun Krojib
agender (they/them)
master of conceptual artworks
surprisingly oblivious to cirava's flirting
sneaky
Konyyl Okimaw
recycling is good
good pals with remele
trans woman (she/her)
likes to SLASH
big and tough on the outside, sweet and lovely on the inside
is actually a big fan of Nihkee Moolah, just won't admit it
secretly knows a lot about the Disciple
Polypa Goezee
still doing the job, regardless of caste
is now Tegiri's moirail. therefore, it's harder for her to keep her secret from him, especially with all these new bandages.
revived her blog for relationship advices.
troll sailor moon is her favorite
can and WILL beat someone twice her size
Boldir Lamati
shh! not so loud
he/she, unspecified gender
knows everything
she solves ALL the mysteries
not much is known about her. he just wants to do his job
short but tough
Bronya Ursama
cares for all her wrigglers. all of them.
elwurd was the one who convinced her to dye her hair, back when they were in a relationship. no longer together, she sees no point in continuing to dye it, so she lets it discolored
have you seen Karako? she's been looking for him for a while now
schoolfeds all the new jades
Wanshi Adyata
aspires to write a fanfiction with her soldier purrbeats OCs
actually believes in rainbow drinkers
real bookworm right here
A+ student
she's just a girl
Lynera Skalbi
still batshit crazy
Ardata's matesprit. what did you expect
is now genuinely interested in meeting new people
do NOT touch her diary
tall, but a little bit shorter than daraya
Daraya Jonjet
demigirl (they/she)
they listen to some hard shit over there
tyzias' moirail. rebels time
being a rebel teenager is hard. its hard and nobody understands
taller than lynera
fuck bronya. fuck lynera. fuck elwurd. fuck everyone. let her be free!
Lanque Bombyx
troll twilight fan, thank you very much for asking
asshole
vampire wannabe (he'll never be dracula)
this motherfucker gets no bitches
stop playing fancy good lord
Tagora Gorjek
sign here to agree with all terms *_______
galekh's kismesis-matesprit.
beware, he might scam you
hair flip
hates pirates
Tyzias Entykk
she/they
sleeps once a week
no... mustn't stop studying..
seriously girl, what even is in that mug
please take care of yourself properly
Stelsa Sezyat
still won't speak slower
deep breaths, girl
loves tyzias but worries about her revolutionary thoughts
big mother energy
always ready for dates
big fan of nihkee's channel
Tirona Kasund
spends too much time on grubtube.. unfortunately
her influences are terrible
yeah, we get it, you use memes to spread the good word about the empire
but please improve on the memes
considers stelsa as a mother, and tagora as a brother to her
would love to meet trizza someday
Tegiri Kalbur
KONO TEGIRI DA!
only buys products of original quality. those who sells him fake products will be DAMNED!
worries a lot about polypa and how she must be hiding something from him.
more obligatory anime references
gets too philosophical at times.
surprisingly gets along with the other two voidbounds, even if they can't stand him
no longer wears eye contacts, for... his own safety.
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seneon · 3 months ago
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♰ ARCH!VED II ïż€ DANCING IN THE DARK, HAWKSÂĄ!
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ABOUT. in which, keigo dances with a phantom in the dead of night. ghostÂĄreader. set in the 1990s. romance with a pinch of slight angst. wc of 680+
NOTES. written in the reminders of @killyzury, in her love for keigo, and also of the elegant phantom romance.
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the solemn tunes of an old piano rang through the corners of the high ceiling hall from a vinyl record.
moonlight seeped through the window and casted a glow into the marble floors of the large hall, the floor occasionally shining under the influence of the moon.
the soles of keigo’s shoes tapped against the ground, emitting a rather clacking sound that could be heard also echoing throughout the hall. he moves around, dancing with grace, swaying his body along the broken tunes of the music.
it was as if someone was seated on the old piano chair, moving their fingers against the broken keys of the old and dusty piano. an instrument who was left in the dark to rot and find solace in darkness’ companionship.
she's here. keigo knows you're here. he could always feel your faint presence lingering around, eyes gazing as he glided across the hall. thus he patiently awaits for you to approach him. when you do, he's all over you.
keigo could always see the ghostly servants of darkness. he could always feel them around him, talk to them even. it was a blessing of a curse that he had to bear with ever since he was a child.
once so familiar with them, now even seeking the comfort and familiarity with a ghost girl who lives along the walls of this old and abandoned castle.
your touch felt so real to keigo, the man could hold you forever even though your skin is colder than it should be.
he sometimes forgets you are not in his world, but in another. a world so lonely and deafening that it has you crawling back to this world just to seek for your own solace, your own sanctuary which you can delve into.
woe to keigo takami who thought that maybe, just a slight chance in his fate, that he could find you in the lonely world you once used to be in and pull you out of it. though, his life has to come to a halt. and you wouldn't want that to happen. it is all so selfish.
warm fingers laced themselves with cold ones, a stark contrast between the living and the dead. his hands are resting on your hips as he pulls you close to gently sway you back and forth, side to side.
“greetings, m’lady,” softly greeted keigo who flashed you a smile so charming you wished you were as alive as he is in this charming state so your fingers could trace along the curve of his smile.
“good evening,” you replied, your voice almost like a soft melody in the background. only keigo could hear you. he has always been the only soul who hears your melancholic cries. “may i ask what this song is?” you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side in mere curiousity.
it will be a series of deceit if the man did not find your little head tilt endearing. he'd be living in a world of lies by then. keigo responded immediately, as if he did not want to keep your words hanging in the air for too long.
“truth to be told. i have no idea. i take whatever is on the shelf and play it. this happened to be one of the records i found in this castle.”
“so you simply took it and claimed it as yours?”
“not claim, borrowed,” he corrected you as you furrowed your eyebrows. “all right, you borrowed it. make sure to put it back. i want to preserve this place as much as i could.”
the young takami smiled. “will do, m'lady.”
as the moon watches every sway, every spin, and every flow of your ruffled long skirt, the essence of time had been lost long ago. in this very moment where keigo dances with you in the dark, moonlight glow, he prays to the heavens that this would never end.
the more he holds you in his arms, the more you draw him closer to your world. until then, you will never stop dancing with keigo takami in the dark.
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©SENEON 2024 ♰ D!ED, D3AD, G0NE. DO NOT REPOST OR ALTER. OR ELSE THE BATS WILL COME FOR YOU.
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lucozadehulahoop · 1 year ago
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A Question of Time (Astarion x f!reader/tav) part 3/?
Chapter summary: Astarion makes his choice, but his actions don't go unnoticed. Call it divine intervention.
A.N: Big thank you for the massive love on this! I've only been posting this fic for three days and the response has been overwhelming! I appreciate every single comment and it really keeps me motivated. The tag list will be posted below the cut because it's getting a bit long ahh.
Tags and T.W.:pre-bg3!Astarion, slave!Astarion, mentions of torture and abuse, demi-goddess!tav, eventual NSFW (minors stay away kindly, thank you darlings)
warning for this chapter: seggsual sention (eh more just dorks being dorks)
part 1 part 2 part 4
"Astarion, favored soul, I send you my own flesh and blood to remove you from harm, yet you do not take your chance to flee..." An ethereal voice sang to Astarion as he tried to make sense of his own surroundings.
Slowly he began to recognize the cemetery, the tombstones, his own grave... how had he ended up back there?
The moon shined brightly down on him, and slowly the origin of that voice materialized itself right in front of him.
Astarion may have not been a believer, but he could recognize a goddess when he saw one. Much like in her many popular depictions, Sehanine wore what resembled a black silk gown, the very fabric that created the shadows she was a patron of. Her hair was black and white, her skin deep blue like the ocean, and her eyes the shape of twin moons. Many were the elves who worshiped 'the Moonweaver ' dutifully.
Sehanine was also the only diety criminals and tricksters seemed to cling to. A favor from the patron of illusions and misdirection could make the difference between the success or failure of a deed carried out under the cover of night.
But she was not only the goddess those who worked in secrecy and trickery often asked for a blessing from. Love was the biggest blessing tied to her name, and many cursed her for being the protector of lovers who steeled away for a tryst in the night.
"Do not be afraid, Pale One." She smiled at him eerily. "I appear to you now to give you guidance. I am sure by now you recognize me, even though on this plane I have come to be known to many as SelĂčne in these times, but you have been alive since the days of the old creed..."
"Y-yes--" Astarion stammered, never once having thought he'd be entertaining a conversation with a diety.
"I know you have not once believed in anything that was not material, and I am not here to test your faith, little vampire. I have been guiding your journey through this world ever since you began to display all of those qualities that are so dear to me... the Moon has been your close ally in all of your deeds..." The goddess proclaimed. "I look out for my own, but now... you go against my design to deliver you from your wretched master. Why is it so?"
It was quite a hefty amount of information to take in all at once. Not to mention preposterous. Guidance? Protection? If Astarion had been so favored by the gods, why in the seven hells had he been crushed underneath Cazador's heel for two hundred years?
The anger didn't take long to boil up inside of him. "No. No, forgive me, your holiness, but there has to be some kind of mistake here." Astarion sneered. "I think you've got the wrong Astarion, because this one has been attacked by the Gur, turned into a vampire, and subjected to two centuries of torture at the hands of a maniac!"
Sehanine smiled down at him once more, almost as if Astarion's lament was something to be amused by. "It is not up to me to explain the trials and tribulations of mortal life, dear one... If I directly interfered with the lives of every being I wished to influence in a constant manner, then other gods would want the same and war would surely break out amongst us. I would not come to you if I did not fear great peril on the horizon. Your Master, Cazador Szaar, has joined a league with dark, dangerous forces... forces that are enemies to myself and other entities that keep the balance between good and-"
Astarion scoffed. "I fail to see, how any of this is my concern."
The goddess's eyes became pitch black and her form started to warp into something far more sinister. "Count yourself lucky I consider your quick wit as a quality, but do not make the mistake of disrespecting me again, vampire spawn." She threatened in a booming voice. "You will be turned into a sacrificial lamb to your Master's ascension to near-godliness if you do not flee now, underneath my daughter's protection."
Astarion was silent for a very long while. In fact, he could not tell how much time had passed before she finally spoke again, her voice once again gentle.
"I will not have one of my own be involved in this abomination of a rite. In fact, I will make sure Tav stops this event from coming to pass so that she may meet her destiny."
Astarion couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind once again, even at the cost of being punished by the divine. "Meet her destiny? Surely... surely you must know how powerful Cazador is. I mean, I've seen what your darling daughter can do, but she doesn't seem to have a single mean bone in her body and you might risk losing her-"
"Tav must die for Cazador and the rest of the evil he's created to be eradicated for good." Was the goddess's simply put answer.
"But... she's your daughter." Astarion failed to understand until it finally clicked in his head. "You---you set her up like a lamb for slaughter. This is why she couldn't keep away from me? Because you made her come to my rescue every time? And now she's... Hells, she's getting rid of Cazador for you and dying in the process because you can't look bad in front of your god pals? What happened to looking out for your own?"
"I may have brought her into this world, but she is not one of my own." The Moonweaver clarified." Too sweet, too good-natured. The only thing I can truly recognize is her beauty. But no, I have not spoken to her, ever. I thought it best she did not know the pain of who she truly is, nor how she will meet her end. I simply know how and when it will come to pass. Yet, it was quite surprising to see how deeply attuned to your pain she is... and in the grand scheme of things it drew her like a moth to a flame, right into Cazador's grasp..."
Astarion began to feel violently ill, and he couldn't understand why. "Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about---"
"Oh hush now, don't tell me you care for her? I would find that hard to believe..." She grinned, her very nature compelled to be intrigued by displays of affection, especially when they bloomed in the most unlikely of circumstances."However, I must go now, little vampling. But do not worry, Tav will be remembered, I will personally make sure to immortalize her in the stars for her valiant sacrifice."
"No!" Astarion cried out as he thrashed on the floor, suddenly regaining consciousness underneath Tav's tear-brimmed eyes.
She had been trying desperately to bring the pale elf back to consciousness after he'd dropped to the ground unexpectedly, his red eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body wracked by convulsions.
"Astarion!" She shook him a little more for good measure. "Astarion stay with me!" Tav let out a little sob, never having come across a physical ailment she hadn't been able to cure.
"Hells below..." Astarion cursed, slowly managing to sit up as he caught up with what had just happened.
Tav was quite a sight for a creature who hardly ever seemed to be affected by anything. Tear-stained cheeks, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress. Astarion couldn't recall the last time someone had ever displayed worry over him. And now that he knew the truth about so many things, he didn't deem himself worthy of it. "Cheer up, sweet, I'm alright." He couldn't help but say, pinching her nose softly between his curled fingers.
"Alright?!" Tav barked at him, huffing and shooing his hand away. "You dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and then you started convulsing!" She accused as if Astarion had done so on purpose. "You were completely unresponsive for almost half of an hour! How often does this happen for you to think it's alright?"
Astarion could think of a million things to say. A close encounter with Tav's dear old mom being the explanation at the forefront of his mind. But the implications of that conversation having undeniably taken place (considering it hadn't been just some weird dream as he'd liked to have hoped) were too painful to consider. He should have been thinking about the fact that Cazador planned to sacrifice him. He should have been burning with rage at the mere thought of his death aiding his captor on the path to becoming god-like.
Instead, all he could do was laugh, enjoying the way it riled up Tav even more. "Like a what? Darling, I must say my likeliness has been compared to many things in my lifetime, but a sack of potatoes has certainly never made the list..."
"Oh well, then may I suggest that 'obtuse ass' also be included?" She retorted, getting in his face as she was completely unamused by the way he was belittling her concern.
"Do you spend a lot of time thinking about the shape of my backside?" Astarion tilted his head closer too, meaning to snap back at Tav, but instantly realizing his words had come out quite a bit softer than intended.
"I-I don't see how that's relevant..." Tav whispered, mimicking his tone as her pupils turned into the size of saucers.
"You're the one who brought it up..." Astarion shrugged, as he had a very private laugh within himself at Tav's expense. She was so gullible, he could have eaten her up.
"No! You have misunderstood me. Please, I apologize if I have made you feel--" Tav was in the middle of expressing a sincere apology when she realized Astarion could no longer contain the amusement he was having at her expense. "You are despicable!" She huffed, doing a poor attempt at shoving at his chest before getting herself back up on her feet.
Astarion chose to admire her a few seconds more from where he was sitting on the ground. "Now that, my darling... is something I've definitely been called before."
Tav crossed her arms over her chest as she adamantly checked on his capability to stand back up on his feet again. "How will you know it won't happen again?" She asked him seriously, referring to the episode that had just transpired.
"No, I'm pretty sure I'll get called 'despicable' again for days to come." Astarion attempted to avoid the question.
"I meant you fainting!" Tav insisted.
"I've... got a pretty good idea of what I need to do to stop it from happening again." Running away from this hellhole, and leaving you here none the wiser, so I don't get any more friendly reminders from your mother, Astarion thought to himself as he swallowed down a knot in his throat. He looked out the window and recognized the familiar hues of light. The day was coming and he wasn't going to be able to leave until it was over.
Astarion needed to get his affairs in order and rest. Staying simply wasn't an option.
Not to mention, he was practically starving.
His gaze began to linger extensively on Tav as she stared into the fireplace.
"You've been up all night, darling---" Astarion snapped out of his reverie and began to fret as he started closing all the window panes, making sure not a single ray of light would be able to break through. "Surely, surely it would be good for you to get some rest, no? In your room that is --- far, far away from me, I mean- I have tasks to do now. Servants are terribly, terribly busy people, you see---" He continued to ramble as he not so subtly nudged Tav out of his room, guiding her to the door. "I must get to my work-"
"But you are clearly unwell! You're the one who must rest, Astarion. You're even paler than usual-" Tav protested, turning into his arms to look up at him in defiance once more.
"May the gods help me -- no, actually let's leave them out of this -- must you stick your pretty little nose in everything I do? I can take care of myself and I'm not the helpless little critter you seem to think you've stumbled upon-" Astarion had intended on pushing Tav out of the room, but all he was doing in actuality was bringing her closer to his body.
"Well, you've certainly given me plenty of proof on that front haven't you?" Tav spat and twisted her hands in his worn-out shirt.
Just like that, they were back to arguing again, except this time it wasn't amusing for either of them.
"Proof? Is that what you want?" Astarion asked her, losing his last nerve to hunger and exhaustion.
The curtain fell, and Tav looked back into the face of a vampire.
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A.N: hehe, oh how I like to tease you so. Okay real talk, this is now an ongoing fic. Truly, you guys have given me so much love, and I'm overwhelmed. I'm really enjoying writing this story and I thank you all for joining the ride. stay tuned for part 4!
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yantalia545 · 8 months ago
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Yandere Germany, Russia, and America with an innocent darling
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Germany:
He’ll see you a lot like he does Italy; Airheaded, gullible, and most of all, weak. Someone who needs someone to guide them in the right direction. Someone who would be lost without him. 
You’ll be given extra training when with him in order to harden you for the troubles of the real world. Making sure to keep you close as he monitors your progress.
At meetings, Germany makes sure to keep an extra eye out for you. Italy mostly just eats and naps at these things so he should be fine for the most part. You on the other hand, how many times has he has to give France or his idiotic brother a warning death glare for trying to explain something sexual or inappropriate to you. You’re just too innocent to be hearing something so tainting. 
So when he sees you all dolled up and showing way too much skin for a girls night out, Germany goes into overdrive. 
On one hand, he’s furious. Who the hell do these whores think they are for influencing you in such a provocative way! You’re going to get hurt. Some creep is going to take advantage of you if he doesn’t stop this! One the other hand, Germany feels great disgust with himself for being aroused by your revealing appearance. He should be protecting you, not imagining you under him by just the sight of you in a skin tight mini skirt! 
Try all you want, but in no way in hell are you going out that night. Or any night with those girls for that matter. They’re not good friends anyways. They were a terrible influence on you.
After a long night of furious lecturing, he may avoid you for a few days. Germany needs time to sort out his feelings. As out of touch he is with those, that night stirred certain things in him that he either been ignoring or hid from himself. Does he really only want to protect you for the sake of you being too weak to fend for yourself, or....because of something else?
With this question in mind, Germany will do the only thing he can do, research. Only after countless days and nights of reading several books from cover to cover on this feeling does Germany realize what it is. He’s in love.
This is were your trouble take a dive for the worse. Germany isn’t much for romance and he will take your innocent personality to justify for what he does. 
He’ll tighten his reigns on you significantly. Especially after that incident with your friends. You can’t be trusted to make the right friends? You won’t be allowed to see anyone but him and the very few he trusts not to taint you further such as Italy and Japan. You let others decide your clothing? You’ll wear whatever he gives you that day. You’re life will quickly be overtaken by Germany. 
He still can’t help his own desires from taking the reins every once in a while though no matter how much he fights it. He’ll be a mess as he has an internal battle with himself until he finally gives in. Maybe if it’s just for him then it isn’t so bad, right? On those nights, neither of you will be getting much sleep. ❀
Oh Germany, If only he’d realize he became the one thing that he devoted his life to protecting you from.
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America: 
Being an airhead about these things himself, he’ll be caught off guard when you unintentionally ask him a sexual question that he happens to actually know. What dives him over the moon is the doe like expression you had as you asked him such a provocative question. Did you seriously not have the slightest clue on what you were asking? This in turn will cause him to blush and lie about it. He doesn’t want you to think he’s a creep for knowing just what it was.
After that fateful day America will begin to  realize just how fragile you are. Fragile and innocent things must be protected from the harshness of the world. That’s a hero’s duty after all. At the next meeting, America will declare to be your hero and swears to protect you from all things sexual and tainting. This will quickly lead America to becoming very protective and just a bit possessive over you. He’s your hero. Only he can protect you from all things that want to hurt and deflower your innocence. 
The others may find America’s latest obsession on you to be rather pitiful for you but won’t do much to stop it. They may only stick to backhanded remarks on how his own culture is so provocative but nothing else.
America most certainly will be knocked down a peg and ashamed of his own current culture and media at this point. He can’t lie, that may be the reason why he knows all these things but is still a virgin. America becomes increasingly  afraid that even his own culture could taint you. Maybe somewhere in the mountainous woods could protect you? 
The very next day you wake up in a bed you’ve never seen before. It isn’t long before that does America burst through the door and tries to comfort you by explaining himself.
We’re somewhere where nothing or no one can hurt you. This is your home now and no you’re not going back to your country. He’ll take care of everything for you. He is your hero, after all. No matter the amount of comforting that morning, nothing will stop your tears. In America’s mind however, this doesn’t help your case of being strong enough to be independent. You don’t understand yet, but he just knows you’ll grow to love living here with him.
He’s made sure to make sure everything is this cabin was everything you need. Movies, snacks, video games, and even plenty of space outside for you to explore. Not that you won’t be allowed outside without him of course. What if something happens and your hero isn’t around to help you? Or god forbid, you get lost. These woods has no one around for miles so it’s quite possible.
I’d say that America has more of a platonic relationship with you in this situation than romantic. He wants to protect you, not taint you like the world has done to him. This is just the thing he has to do as your hero.
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Russia:
Russia won’t believe it at for the longest time. This has to be an act. He’s seen it many times and won’t become a fool to your ways. There’s just no way anyone can be this naive and get this far in life. The world is too cruel for anyone to remain soft. He won’t fall for it. 
He will take to stalking you personally in order to catch you in an incriminating act against you character. It will take a very long time to convince him otherwise. It won’t be until after many months of stalking you and your social media is he finally convinced. And he's in love! Can there really be anyone this genuine and sweet in this world? Could you be this sweet to him? 
It wouldn’t be very long before coming to this realization that he would drape himself over your shoulders at a world meeting and invite you to your fate. It was so adorable how quickly you innocently accepted his offer. Maybe you saw the loneliness within him and were sent by angles to save him. 
Once you arrive, you won’t be permitted to leave. You’ll be forced to live in his big empty house with no one to keep you company but himself. It’ll be cruel how such a large house could feel so suffocating when you have the large man towering over you every step of the way. 
You won’t be permitted to interact with anyone, ever. You belong to Russia now. Your only purpose in life now is to entertain Russia as his innocent, little, wife. Russia just loves your reaction to everything. Like begging to leave with tears in your wide, doe-like eyes. It’s so adorable! He may even just put you into awkward situations just to see how you would react. Their never sexual though. He never wants to taint your innocent nature. That is part of the reason he took you in the fist place.
The world can is a cruel place. One the likes to snuff out innocence and step on the weak. Russia would be the one to shelter you from such cruelties. He’ll keep you here in order to preserve what little light he was bestowed in this world and he’ll protect it with his life. 
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thegothicchangeling · 27 days ago
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These Hands of Mine Are Clumsy, Not Clever
Ambessa's pov on motherhood and failure
@bichletmepickaname @marielaure @supremesharklord @the-underrated-moon
TWs: physical abuse at the end, suicide attempt
When Ambessa Medarda looked at her daughter, she saw all her mistakes staring back at her. From the moment Mel was born, she was different. She didn't look like her mother, like Kino had. She looked like her father, her real father, not like Ambessa's husband.
When the endorphins from giving birth faded away, Ambessa’s heart was filled with dread. When she had Kino, the love came easy. She'd had a faint idea of what to do, but now, looking at her second born, she felt completely lost.
Ambessa Medarda was raised by wolves. War and death were her childhood friends. Her home was a battlefield. Softness was a luxury she couldn't afford. Whatever bit of it she'd managed to protect, she traded to Kindred in exchange for her life, and for the life of her unborn child.
Couldn't that be enough for Mel? Of course, she never told her about it. She would never know how much her mother sacrificed for her. Ungrateful child.
From the moment she was born, Mel's heart was too big for her chest. She cried over the bugs Ambessa squashed under her boot. When she was four years old and a bird crashed into her window, she insisted on holding a funeral for it.
It was attended by her stepfather and Kino, who seemed to make a hobby out of enabling her. The whole thing made Ambessa angry and jealous and resentful. It wasn't fair that she got to mourn. It wasn't fair that she was being comforted for something no real Medarda would shed a tear over.
“This whole thing is beyond ridiculous,” she said coldly. “Death is a part of life, Mel. The sooner you learn that, the better.”
Mel was never far from Kino and his father. One of them was always holding her, or letting her hang onto their hand. Love came easy to them in a way it didn't for her.
Ambessa didn't know how to get close to her daughter. Her husband and son had created a wall between them. She resented them. She resented Mel. She resented herself for resenting her own children.
A part of her did love Mel. There was a corner of her soft, stupid, broken heart that Mel had carved out a place for herself in. That made things more difficult, because Ambessa's hands were made to kill, not cradle. She didn't know how to be gentle.
Once, when Mel was tiny and just barely out of diapers, she fell down. Ambessa had reassured her. She'd tried to be there for her. “That’s nothing,” she said with all the tenderness she had. “Medardas don't cry over scrapes and bruises, child.”
Mel had stared at her, still crying, until her beloved Kino appeared to sweep her up into his arms and kiss it better. What a pathetic display. There wasn't even a bruise. At that moment, even if it was only for a moment, she hated them both.
When her husband died, Ambessa was foolish enough to think it would resolve things. He was the bad influence! He was the one who made her children soft, who turned them against her! Good riddance to him, forever the favoured parent.
Instead, Mel's weakness grew. She began to have nightmares. Ambessa would hear her crying from the other end of the hall and pray that she would calm herself down. She hoped the pain would harden her, make her strong, like it had Ambessa.
It never did. Kino couldn't bear to hear her weep. He came for her every time and held her, told her stories, sang her that stupid fucking nursery rhyme he found in a book of Shuriman children's stories. In the mornings, she'd find them curled around each other, and her resentment grew.
It wasn't that Ambessa didn't ever feel affection from Mel. There were times when she truly made her proud. She was intelligent, she had good ideas, she excelled at everything she applied herself to. But those moments were few and far between.
When her daughter was in danger, it felt as though her heart had stopped. In those few moments, she felt as a mother should towards her child. Ambessa tried to make herself feel that way all the time, but she just couldn't.
She tried to do her hair, but Mel whimpered and cried, saying it hurt, that she was being too rough. Telling her “Medardas don't cry,” didn't work on her like it did on Ambessa when she was a child. Neither did pinching her hard and sharply telling her to stop whining, so eventually she threw up her hands and gave up on it entirely.
Instead, Mel would go to Kino, and he would spend hours upon hours doing her hair, taking his time so he wouldn't hurt her. His gentle fingers nurtured her weakness. Sometimes Ambessa would see her daughter running around with half her head braided because she'd wanted a break. What a stupid idea.
Mother and son began to fight constantly. Often, it was over Mel. Kino seemed to fancy himself her protector. How ridiculous was that? The prince who hated to spill blood, the Medarda with gentle hands, a protector. The idea was laughable.
They were like cats and dogs, always at each other's throats. Kino saw himself as a fox, but Ambessa saw him as a snake. He’d bide his time, coil, and strike the second her guard was down. He had fangs, and he sank them into her. He had venom, too. Only he knew how to wound her in a way that mattered. He had a way of throwing all her failures back in her face, even as she told herself she'd never failed.
Still, she loved him. That was why, when he was injured in battle, she stayed by his side and waited for him to wake, praying that he wouldn't succumb to his injuries. But when he did, he only hurt her. The first words he spoke when fought his way out of unconsciousness, still half asleep and maybe a little delirious, tore a hole in her heart.
“Where's my baby?” He murmured.
“What baby?” She'd asked, confused. He was sixteen. He had no children.
“Mel! Where's Mel?”
Ambessa wanted to slap him. She would have, but she had just gotten him back from the brink of death. She did love him. That was why she sent for her daughter.
When she found them the next day, they were curled around each other, just like they were when she found them the day before she sent Kino away. It was for the best. Mel could never be strong if he was always there to do it for her.
And then she found her bleeding out in her bedroom, in a pool of blood almost bigger than she was, and she screamed for help as she pressed bed sheets to the wounds, trying desperately to staunch the flow of crimson.
She saw what she had done and she hated herself for it. She told herself it wasn't her fault, that she was only doing what was best for both her children when she sent Kino away. He shouldn't have enabled Mel, and she should have been stronger. But when she read the note, Ambessa choked on guilt. It was thicker than bile, and bitterer, too, strangling her, not letting her breathe. It weakened her, and she called Kino home at once.
She loved Mel, she did, she loved her so much it felt like she was being torn apart. And yet, she never did until she thought she would die. Absence made the heart grow fonder.
When Kino returned the next day, mother and son looked down on daughter's pale, unmoving body. Mother stood strong and tal and unyielding, the only way she knew how to be. Brother held sister's hand and cried as he begged her to wake up.
But even though he was soft and weak, he was still a Medarda, through and through. His tongue was his sword, and he used it well. “Never forget that you did this,” he snarled. “If she dies, her blood will be on your hands.”
From that day forward, Kino could only look at his mother with disgust, and Ambessa found herself with two children who hated her.
Ambessa tried to love Mel. She tried with everything she had, tried to bring back how she felt when she thought her daughter was lost to her forever. It never worked. Her heart was twisted and wrong; it didn't know how to love the right way.
Mel got her first blood when she was thirteen. She'd knocked on her mother's door nervously and stared at the floor when she opened it.
“What is it, Mel?” Ambessa asked hopefully. Her daughter never came to her for anything. Perhaps even Kino couldn't help her with whatever the problem was this time.
“Um
”
Ambessa sighed. “Spit it out.”
“My blood started.”
Ambessa blinked. Oh. “Oh. Come in, child.”
She taught her daughter what to do. “These go inside you. Or you can use pads. Those go in your underwear.” Mel nodded silently. She took the pads and didn't say anything.
Ambessa tried to take advantage of the chance to bond over it. “When I got my first blood, I didn't know what it was!” She laughed. “I went crying to my mother, and of course she slapped me for wasting her time with foolishness.”
Mel stared at the floor. She didn't speak.
“What is it, Mel?” She asked. She tried to be soft, but the tone tasted sour on her tongue.
“I want Kino.”
Ambessa was hurt, then angry. “Of course you do.”
She always did love Kino more than anyone in the world. She looked at him like he hung every star in the sky, and of course he would, to make her smile. He was always there, showering her with love and gentleness, and Mel returned it sevenfold. She greeted him by jumping into his arms when he returned from a trip, hugged him, cradled his face in her hands. Ambessa hated her for it.
And of course, there was the matter of who Mel's father was. It always came back to her heritage. He was a mage, and Ambessa prayed Mel wouldn't be one as well.
Even so, she saw him in her every day. She wasn't like her cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents. She wasn't like her late stepfather. She wasn't even like Kino in any way that mattered.
She was drawn to the Arcane in a way so Medarda should ever have been. Ambessa didn't see it often, only when she went looking for it in books or enchanted weapons. She made sure to keep them far away from her. Mages were the enemy. Therefore, Mel could not be a mage.
And then, when she was fourteen, Ambessa took her daughter with her to the aftermath of one of her conquests. She asked her what they should do with the princess of the old regime, and Mel's answer showed she hadn't learned anything.
So, Ambessa did her duty as a mother. She taught her. “A wolf has no mercy.”
The fear and shock was clear on Mel's face. Her chest heaved as she stared at the corpse. She couldn't hear her eyes off of it.
“Come along, Mel.”
She didn't respond. She didn't even blink. Ambessa said her name again, a little louder this time. “Mel!”
Still nothing. Huffing in annoyance at the ungrateful child that wretched mage had saddled her with, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Mel!”
She gasped and took a step back, staring up at her with wide eyes. Terror was clear on her face. Ambessa realized her daughter was afraid of her.
Mel took ill with a terrible case of bronchitis a few days afterwards and was bedridden for a week and a half. It was as if she'd made herself sick just to spite her mother, just to make her feel guilty. Ambessa wouldn't have put it beneath her.
Kino, ever the tenderhearted fool, cancelled a trip so he could sit by her bedside and what? Read to her? Comb her hair? Kiss her forehead as she slumbered? Nothing that would actually help her get better. Nothing that Ambessa could do for her. Not that Kino would let her.
Now that his father was dead, her son had become twice the wedge he was. He'd stubbornly placed himself between Mel and Ambessa, stealing daughter away from mother. It was his fault. It wasn't because Ambessa was too set in her ways and too broken to be the mother Mel needed.
Still, Ambessa couldn't resent Kino as much as she did Mel. He might have preferred to keep his hands clean, but he didn't shy from verbal fights. He spat venom like a viper, and more often than not, his jabs were directed at Ambessa.
He wasn't foolish enough to try to sway her decision. Unlike Mel, he had a poker face. He could prey on someone's downfall with the best of them. There was no magical blood in his veins. He made Ambessa proud every day.
Even so, he stole Mel away from her on diplomatic trips across the globe. Whisked her away to foreign lands, leaving Ambessa alone, an empty nester. She lay awake at night, missing them but not letting herself cry for them.
It wasn't as if Ambessa didn't give her permission each time. It was convenient, as she didn't really want to see Mel. Yet somehow, she ached for her as soon as she left. That was how it went. Ambessa always wanted the one thing she couldn't have.
Under Kino's tutelage, she unlearned everything her mother taught her, utterly abandoning her teachings in favour of something more idealistic. She shed the colors of the Medarda clan and clothed herself in white and black. She adorned herself in gold jewelry, showing off her wealth and status. Away from her mother, she came into herself fully, and Ambessa didn't like the person her daughter had become.
It was a relief when she found an excuse to send Mel away. Wasn't that an awful thing for a mother to think about her own child? But it was true. Having her around was painful. The look in her eyes hurt her more than anything.
Everytime Ambessa made her decisions, the decisions that protected them, she had the audacity to look betrayed. As if it wasn't all for her. The ache in her chest became a throbbing, and then a burning. She couldn't bear it. She even couldn't bring herself to see Mel off. It hurt too much. She let Kino take her place.
She knew as she banished Mel that she was waving goodbye to any hope that either of her children would look at her kindly again. She would never see her daughter again. Kino would never forgive her for this. She knew that like she knew the sky was blue.
He came back to the palace with red eyes. When Ambessa walked past his room later, she could hear him crying. She often heard muffled sobs coming from his chambers when Mel was out, but these were deep, anguished wails. He wasn't trying to hide his grief.
Ambessa moved on, walking swiftly away from his bedroom door. He didn't come to dinner that night, and she heard him sobbing that night like she used to hear Mel. It was beyond pathetic. Kino was a grown man wailing like a newborn babe. At least, that was what Ambessa told herself when the guilt pulsed in her chest, keeping her from sleep.
She didn't see him until the next day, when she found him in his room, packing his things. Stupid. There were servants for that.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm moving south, to the Noxian-Piltover border,” Kino said venomously. Not many people could look down on Ambessa, but he managed it just fine.
Ambessa's mouth felt too dry to speak, but she tried anyway. “I did it for her.”
Kino laughed bitterly. “Did it for her? Like when you took me away from her and she tried to kill herself? Is that what you mean, Mother?”
“Stop it,” she commanded.
Kino didn't back down; the opposite, he took a step forward. “No,” he spat defiantly.
She stalked towards him. How dare he speak to his mother that way? To the ruler of Noxus? “You'd do well to remember your place.”
“I wish you nothing but suffering,” he whispered venomously. As hurt and angry as Ambessa was, a part of her laughed. Now that was a Medarda, cutting deep, festering wounds into his enemies. He was her son, alright.
“I hope all of the pain you've caused ricochets back to you, like you deserve,” he spat. “I hope it keeps you awake at night, that you never know peace, that you can't bear to look at the monster in the mirror.”
The knife twisted in Ambessa's heart, and she slapped him. “You have no idea what I sacrificed for her!”
“What YOU sacrificed?” Kino laughed a cold, angry laugh. He wasn't even fazed by her blow. His voice rose. “I lost sleep for her! I hid my tears from her, bore every burden so she wouldn't have to! I shouldered the weight of the world for her!”
“What do you know about the weight of the world, Kino?” Ambessa snarled, furious. He had no idea what she'd sacrificed. “You never had to want for anything.”
Her son went in for the kill, sinking his fangs into her. “Except love. And yet, I still know more about it than you!”
“How dare you say that?” Ambessa began to lose her grip. She balled her hands into fists. “She was my child!” Her voice cracked and a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“NO, SHE WASN'T!” Kino roared. He was crying for real, rivers running from his eyes as he choked on his pain. “SHE WAS MY BABY! MINE!” He jabbed his finger into his chest violently as tears ran down his face. “I LOVED HER! I LOVED HER MORE THAN ANYTHING! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HER FROM ME!”
“I HAD EVERY RIGHT!” Ambessa bellowed back, incensed and grieving and guilty. She'd held in her pain every day of her life, but she couldn't anymore. Couldn't he see he was the one who took Mel from her? “I AM THE QUEEN, AND YOU ARE BELOW ME!”
“YOU NEVER LOVED HER! I DO!”
Ambessa pointed at the door, her hands trembling with rage. “GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!”
“JUST ADMIT YOU HATED HER! YOU THREW HER AWAY LIKE GARBAGE!”
Before she knew what she was doing, Ambessa had punched him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose and pulled her out of her rage. She gasped. What had she done? Was it broken? Did she just break her son's nose? She was so shocked with herself, she couldn't find words. She reached out to him, then drew her hand back. She was made to kill, not cradle.
Kino pulled himself back together in slow motion. He took a deep breath through his mouth and cupped his hand under his now crooked nose, collecting the blood. He didn't scream. He knew better than that.
“This is your legacy, Mother,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound. “Blood and failure.”
“Kino-”
“Don't waste your time on me. I'm only your son.”
That was the last time she had a real conversation with him. As promised, Kino moved to the Noxian-Piltover border.
They never spoke to each other again unless politics demanded it. When they did, they said only what they had to. Most of the time, it was through letters. When they saw each other, Ambessa couldn't meet her son's eyes.
But he never shied away from her gaze, looking at her with hatred, stinging her with little jabs that only she would understand. It hurt her in a way nothing could compare to, but she let it happen. He was a Medarda, after all. Cold and cunning and ruthless to the core.
Kino's loyalty was to Mel before all else. She knew that. She knew her daughter deserved more than she could ever give her, so it was good that she had her brother. Even though he was cold and cunning and ruthless, he knew how to love.
Ambessa resigned herself to it. Late at night, she'd press her hand to her chest and blink away tears as she tried to dull the grief and guilt pulsing in her heart. She couldn't lie to herself. She couldn't avoid the truth. Both her children were lost to her.
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Could you imagine, Rockstar!Bucky for a once not under the influence of anything during a show, only fueled by heartbreak because his girl finally had enough after the biggest argument yet. And usually, they fight and make up but she's avoiding him and the other guys girls and maybe even left the tour đŸ„ș😭 But I cant figure out what the fight would have been about to have Bucky up there, pouring his heart out and his band looking on and not knowing what to do. And the fans confused but also loving the vibe đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
Look at him! If this is our White Wolf and Luna, I could see a fight happening because of a pregnancy scare. If he were to go down that path, it would be with you. But now? He's scared. You're both having fun and not quite ready for that, especially with him at the height of his career and loving the life he has. He isn't ready to give that up. Out of that fear, maybe he says something he shouldn't have. He regrets it, but expects you to come back after you throw the nearest object against the wall and storm out of his trailer.
You don't.
He'll see you after his show, right?
Not only do you not show, he notices your bag and some of your stuff is gone.
"What the fuck?"
He asks everyone where you went. No one saw you leave. When he tries to text you, they go unanswered. So do his calls. You haven't blocked him, so that has to be a good sign, right?
But you won't answer Steve or Nat's calls either. Bucky figures maybe they're too close to him, so he goes to Alice and Sunshine. No way would you ignore them. They've become like sisters to you.
Except you aren't responding to them either.
Bucky tries not to panic, but something in him breaks when he realizes you didn't take his favorite jacket with you. Were you cold? Did you miss him? Did you hate him?
Instead of turning to a bottle or anything else, he retreats in a bit on himself. The band, all of them, they're your family. And you're his Luna. His everything. How the hell is he supposed to pretend everything is okay when all he wants is you there?
How does he say he's sorry?
He wants your rage. Your passion. Yell at him. Tell him you hate him. He can take it. But your silence? You not being there? He can't handle that.
It's Alice who sends you the video of him on stage with the caption, "I don't know where you are, but we're worried. Just let us know you're okay, please."
It's a song he wrote for you, but it's tinged with sadness that everyone feels. You see worry cross the faces of the other band members when he closes his eyes and pour his everything into the music. He opens his eyes at the end and looks to the sky. You know he's looking at the moon.
Looking for his Luna.
"Come home."
You finally respond back with, "I'll be okay. I always am."
And you will be. You love Bucky and that'll never change. Maybe you'll call him in the morning. Or maybe he'll remember that secret spot you told him about and he'll find you there.
*****
Because who is the White Wolf without his Luna?
He doesn't want to find out.
Love and thanks! ❀
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puggsnotdrugs99things · 2 months ago
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SOL
God-King, rarely do I ask for favors
Now I’m knocking near the roche limit
With the hopes to save a friend with one who was casted away
Jupiter.
Divine intervention, is that what you seek?
To unite apprehension that we’re placed on that one?
You are playing with fire for a planet of shame
But if he’s worth the risk of going under, why not Make it a game?
Convince each of them that he ought to return and I’ll allow him back
Who’s them?
Mercury

Earth

Venus

Mars

Uranus

Or me
(No Neptune)
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What do you say?
Great
Very well
Ehh
Alright
Okay?
Bring it
Mercury!
You all know I seek the logical side, and I like Jupiter but what he did was wrong
Without his mistake you and the others wouldn’t exist.
Now he treads with caution, to avoid harming the new rocky planets
If that’s true, allow him back
Earth!
Trust is not given is forged why should I give him my support he lied and killed his cohort
He regrets his past decision, but you all neglected to listen. He deserves a second chance, just as you received when you were at fault
Very well, bring him back
Venus ~
Your little high and mighty
Jupiter, claims it was misfortune
But changed his orbit anyways
It was my influence
But it was still his choice, the Grand Tack!
Let him feel the pain that the early Rockies felt
Wait, please reconsider this
Really Saturn? These old tricks?
Mars!
Mars, Mars ~
What kind of sick coward, holds back his power while his moons get banished?
He didn’t even defend them
Didn’t even try to help them
Hides behind his webs of lies and betrayal
Never handles things upfront
He’s pathetic and weak
Hold your tongue now, show some respect
And tell your “buddy” that a broken heart can mend
You seek some answers? Allow him back
To explain his actions, and resolve the past
Ugh, fine


Hey mate!
Uranus!
Such accusations
With so many lies
Give me one good reason why he should return
He’s got the mind of a genius
Try harder
He’s pretty skilled with words
You can do better than that
He’s kind of funny
Eh
Never once did he get your name wrong
Bring him back.
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I’ve played your game and won
Allow him to return
You dare to defy me?
To make me feel shame?
No one beats me, no one wins my game!
Flames, bring him through the fire
Show him I am the judgment call
The one who makes the system fall!!!
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Is he dead?
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.
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Bring him back, please
Bring him back
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itsabouttimex2 · 9 months ago
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR AU!!!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!! op, your ideas are fantastic, you're really creative and an awesome writer!! đŸ’«đŸŒŸ
The monkiefam dynamic is so fun to read about — and pretty sad in MK's case, the poor guy.
Hopefully it's not too dark of a question, but how brutal does MK get during the primal moon? If he gets too violent with reader, does Wukong or Mac try stopping him or would they just let the natural pecking order happen?
I feel so bad for him, he's is gonna have a hell of a time acknowleding all the stuff he did during the primal moon week :/
Thank you so much, that means a lot to me! I’m glad people like my silly little things! (UPDATED to add a few extra characters!)
Thankfully for Y/N, MK isn’t too brutal- I don’t think they’ll come out with anything worse than a sprained wrist or ankle. The trauma will persist far beyond their injuries, however. When the last green moon of the week fades, he’s positively distraught.
Lining his hand curiously up to a slap mark on Y/N’s cheek to check it, tears brimming in his eyes when it lines up too perfectly to be a coincidence.
I don’t know whether he heartbrokenly distances himself or tries to make up for it with extreme smothering. The poor kid just wanted to spend what was supposed to “just another green moon” with one of his best friends.
And as for Macaque, though he’d really like to help Y/N
 he just doesn’t have the ranking. MK is above him in the hierarchy, so he genuinely can’t do anything to upset or piss him off. This only that accomplishes is him getting smacked around right beside Y/N. All he can really do for them is apply herbal balm and bandages after the fact. If he hasn’t had a seal applied to his powers yet, Macaque might think about trying his shadow portals, but
 it’s probably better not to risk having two angry monkeys on his tail, demanding to know where he’s hidden their beloved cub/rookie.
Sun Wukong is crazy delusional under the moon’s influence- to him, Y/N getting thrown and tosses all around is just “playfighting”, so he won’t interfere until after things get genuinely harmful. The moment he hears his little “cub” scream and start to cry, Old Sun is there in a second, bringing them into his arms and cooing softly. If they come to him begging for protection and use a “Bàba” to sweeten the deal, they’ll have his shelter for a number of hours, so it’s not impossible to get away from MK
 just very hard.
And even after learning that something as severe as a broken wrist has occurred, Wukong coddles MK and forgives him on your behalf, writing the whole thing off as an accident. Not that you get any less smothering then him- you’re now stuck in bed with stiff bandages and surrounded by young mountain monkeys and sweet fruit. In a way, it saves you from any further rough play.
All three of them are dangerous in their own ways, of course. None are outright above “disciplining” you, with slaps or bites or shoves. There’s no (intentional) bone-shattering or flesh-tearing, but they make you afraid that there will be.
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After the Primal Moon ends, there’s a lot of patching-up to do afterwards. For example

Pigsy has to come down from the constant self-drugging, taking more than a few hours to compose himself and make the rounds with his friends, calling them all up in short order. Once he’s gotten through everyone- Tang, Sandy, Mei, even her parents
 then he spends a few minutes making sure he hasn’t gored any holes into his restaurant. Unlocks the windows and doors, but doesn’t flip the open sign.
He’s not up to deal with customers right now. All he wants is to check on his kids.
He’ll take MK and you out to eat today, he thinks. You’ve both earned it, after a week of isolation up in your shared room, under strict instructions to stay inside and come down for no one and nothing.
Red Son is always horribly humiliated when everything is said and done, a groaning and red-faced mess of shame. Another week of essentially devolving into a child, desperate for love and attention. Another, slow, grudging week of constant begging for skinship and words of praise. Needless to say, he’s pissed off and looking for an outlet, and beating on the numerous Bull Clones just doesn’t seem all too enticing
 when he’s got a much squishier target who’ll actually squirm and yelp?
Sure, he’s not going to outright mangle you. No permanent burns. No shattered spine. And he’ll take pity on you eventually and stop with the torment. After a few months, he might even start to like you.
Let’s hope you get there mostly unscathed.
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bilehwit · 2 months ago
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Hi, another ask kinda indirectly related to the Bilehwit AU
But what are some of your personal headcannons about the bishops, that may or may not be in this au but as a personal interpretation of their character?
+ Who's your fav Bishop(excluding Narinder for now) ?
Favourite has to be Kallamar - gay coward??? Me coded fr fr.
That being said, I somehow always write more about Shamura???
But headcanons!
Kallamar:
🐙My man has a skin tone for gold, and he lets it be known by wearing enough to be heard janglin' a mile away.
🐙He has never once in his life done that! (He has done it 1 billion times, but he must appear better than thou.)
🐙Scared of Shamura when they're not lucid.
🐙Once drunk Leshy under the table only to then get decimated by Heket.
🐙Many spouses, does not like sexual activity. In my eyes he's asexual but a hopeless romantic.
🐙Will stop whole processions to look at bacterial growths on the floor.
🐙East Asian - South Korean, modern day would be a K-Pop beauty influencer.
Leshy:
đŸŒ± Is Chaotic, but not in a fun way, more in a "Oh my God 3 people are dead" way.
đŸŒ±Used to biting to show affection.
đŸŒ±Cries when he's angry.
đŸŒ±Wants Shamura to be proud (they are.)
đŸŒ±Turns spouses into Witnesses. Also doesnt know what a spouse is/is for.
đŸŒ±Is the most physically violent.
đŸŒ±Ate scraps of metal on a dare (digested with no problems.)
đŸŒ±Russian.
Heket:
🐾Hates mushrooms (shockingly).
🐾Bought a cowboy hat.
🐾Likes to garden and cook but hates washing up.
🐾Says shit like "four score and twelve moons ago" to piss off Kallamar.
🐾Likes writing on Papyrus.
🐾Egyptian and will complain about heat.
🐾Lesbiab. Lesbaen. WOMAN LIKER.
🐾Tells you to go fuck yourself if you compliment her looks.
Shamura:
đŸ•·When lucid, talks about the good old days.
đŸ•·Most crimes committed as a mortal.
đŸ•·Writes nursery rhymes for their followers.
đŸ•·Used to have dancing rituals to gather sin - now can barely twitch their legs to a beat.
đŸ•·"Oh, thank you Leshy- sorry, Narinder." "I'm Kallamar." "That's what I said." - common occurrence even before.
đŸ•·Wants a pet so so bad. Do not give them one.
đŸ•·Attracted to people with long hair and excellent grammar.
đŸ•·Once did a kickflip so bad they had to kill the elderly congregation watching them.
đŸ•·Tanzanian and speaks swahili when angry.
Narinder:
đŸȘŠLikes to bite Kallamar ("I can't help it, cats love fish." "I AM NOT EVEN CLASSIFIED AS A FISH." "You could be.")
đŸȘŠIndian, but spent so long in Purgatory he can no longer handle flavourful foods. At least at the start.
đŸȘŠDidn't realise Bilehwit had an ACTUAL CRUSH on him and thought they were like. Just that devoted. Pious. That's why they never took a lover.
đŸȘŠCat baths when no one looks - gotta look constantly refined.
đŸȘŠUses his third eye to scare people, namely children.
đŸȘŠI Would Never pt, except he definitely is still doing it while you watch.
đŸȘŠFinds children hilarious (to torment).
đŸȘŠBest dancer, worst singer of the Bishops. Can play music very well though.
đŸȘŠFirst time in Bilehwit's tent, he paid no attention because they were arguing. Then snuck in later to actually see the place.
And that's all my headcanons!
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odditycircus-2002 · 1 year ago
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Medusa!Reader and Shang in Mortal Kombat 1 Part 9
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As you expected, you started to gag the moment the door to Shang Tsung's True Laboratory opened. However, what you didn't expect is learning that Earthrealm's protector and God of Fire, Lord Liu Kang, was a Titan that created existence as you know it! As if that isn't enough, some other Titan named Kronika made it so you too were a mistress of the vilest magics and married to the vilest Sorcerer to match, Shang Tsung.
Yet, it got worse when I learned that in the previous timeline, you took control of Sindel's body and made her do the most despicable acts imaginable. You noticed how your Empress glanced towards you when Geras showed her this vision, shock just as apparent. You had no words.
Liu Kang then tells you and Sindel how she was now meant to be the Empress of Outworld who ruled firmly, but fairly. With you as her loyal friend and a compassionate Healer to all. The former Titan then explains how you were never meant to become monstrous, how it was outside influences that have affected this timeline so that Shang Tsung, Quan-chi, and Shao became the villains they were once more. Yet, thankfully, they weren't able to influence you to join them.
That's when burst into Shang Tsung's laboratory with some of his soldiers with Nitara and Rain at his sides. You crouch down into a fighting stance with your sickles out and ready to rip and tear; while internally cheering on Sindel as she angrily reprimands Shao. Your snakes hissing and writhing as they leaned toward the General's direction, eager to bite. You and the snakes let out a hiss when Shao pulls out an amulet that shined brightly with unholy power. You managed to duck out of the way when a beam of red shoots out from the amulet, sucking Mileena, Kitana, Tanya, and Geras into it. This broke the camel's back, causing a full-out melee to take place.
You and Li Mei immediately partnered to take on General Shao. Although the latter has certainly learned a few things from his last fight with you, such as keeping his eyes purposefully closed or using the reflection of his ax to fight you, specifically aiming for your neck with his ax. Honestly, you probably would've loosed your head multiple times if it weren't for Li Mei pushing and pulling you out of the way. Unfortunately, General Shao manages to slip away from both of you long enough to make an attempt to use the amulet on Sindel. That doesn't happen since Li Mei kicks the disgraced General in the head hard enough to send him to the ground, with you following up with a stab to his solar plexus. This causes Shao to drop the amulet right into Sindel's hand.
With the amulet secured, you follow Li Mei and everyone else out of the lab. Not surprisingly, you're soon pursued by more of Shao's loyal soldiers. After Lord Liu Kang held the initial group back with a blast of fire; you follow it up by ripping off your mask to turn the soldiers attempting to sidestep or go under the fire, into stone; with Sindel finishing them off by unleashing her banshee shriek into the stone ceiling, causing it to collapse on the soldiers.
More of Shao's soldiers, including his loyal second-in-command, Reiko, were waiting for all of you in the upper level. You again partner up with Li Mei, this time to take down Motaro. As Li Mei occupied him from the front, you were able to sneak behind the centaurian and jump on his back. This did not make Motaro happy at ALL, as he simultaneously attempted to throw you off him and stab you with his bladed tail. However, you've been doing this sort of thing for moons when handling rage-blind Tarkatans! You bite deeply into Motaro's neck, however with only enough venom to hopefully paralyze him, as you hope to save more of it for later. Although, even sluggish, Motaro still put up a fight until one well-placed kick from Li Mei knocked him out.
The fight isn't over yet as you then had to fight alongside Sindel to take down Rain after he knocked out Li Mei with a powerful burst of water meant for the Empress. The latter also shares your deep disappointment in the High Mage.
"He disappoints us both, my Empress... I still remember the eager young boy who often stayed in my workshop for hours with a hunger for knowledge."
You soon showed Rain that you haven't actually taught him EVERYTHING you know about water magic. Unlike most of your opponents thus far, you refrained from giving Rain a lethal taste of your venom or blades. You internally scold yourself for being so soft, even though you know it's true. This fact is reaffirmed when rather than fighting with Li Mei and Sindel against Shao, you instead quickly attended to the Umgadi priestess Shao cut down. You hastily grab the nearby medical supplies to save them, although only one of them was still alive since the other died instantly from having her skull split open. Your steady hands worked fast to clean the wound, stop the bleeding, disinfect, and finally wrap and patch up the deep cut. Before you then get to work for the other Umgadi and Constables. By the time Sindel finally took down Shao and removed his forces from the building, lord Liu Kang was able to free all those who were trapped in the amulet.
You gave a smile when Sindel embraced her two daughters, sharing the feeling of immense relief that they're unharmed. Although, as Lord Liu Kang would remind you all, there's no time to waste to save the realms. You agreed and gathered all of the medical supplies Shang Tsung had lying around before embarking with your Empress. her daughters, and the others.
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fantasyinvader · 10 months ago
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I keep thinking about how people want the Agarthans to be victims. Not so much that people are saying they did nothing wrong, but a lesser evil compared to Rhea and the Nabateans. I'd ask myself why people would want such a thing, as even in the route where you side with them they're made out to be evil that will be exterminated, but I wouldn't have to think about why that as. The answer is simple, they validate Edelgard's killing of Rhea.
And, really, it fits with stuff I've seen since the game came out. The people claiming that despite Silver Snow and Verdant Wind being routes where big reveals to the lore are given to the player they, alongside Azure Moon, lie to the player and that Edelgard is the only one to tell them “the truth.” Or that said lore pops out of canon once the player decides to side with Edelgard. They want to ignore that the same route not only paints Edelgard as a liar often enough that a chapter titled “Lady of Deceit” begins and ends with her lying to her army, but also reveals that Edelgard herself knows that her source was an Agarthan puppet yet she is still clinging to that narrative. They'll claim it's all a matter of what the player believes to be true and tell people to disregard the game's creators saying that they built Fodlan to support the story of Silver Snow, and that while Flower is about believing something else, how that leads to not only mowing down everyone who stands in your way because of those beliefs but also ends up with tyranny and oppression under the path of supremacy.
Or we'll get people who ignore that Claude's route talks about how we need to let go of misconceptions we may have about others by getting to know them, and how Claude's misconceptions about the Church may have been caused by the Agarthans feeding him info to turn him against Rhea. No, instead Claude is a manipulative schemer who should have killed Rhea as his final boss after learning about her past and how his ancestors profited off the slaughter of her people, and that Golden Wildfire is who Claude really is and his good route.
Because people want to believe that Houses is this morally grey game, where everyone is a hero from their POV. But let's look at that. As mentioned, Claude's POV blaming the Church is ultimately framed as him having misconceptions, and once he got to know them he realized that Rhea didn't have to be his enemy in achieving his goals. Not only that, he realizes the Agarthans tried to manipulate him like he says they did to Edelgard, and ends up taking them out before finishing off Nemesis. Dimitri's POV is based on his survivor guilt and belief that he needs to live for the sake of avenging those who died. He grows out of this thanks to Byleth teaching him he needs to live for the sake of the living and for himself, all while taking the Agarthans out by complete accident while Edelgard's ideals are presented as demonic while Dimitri's beliefs make him a savior. Meanwhile, Edelgard's POV is based on what her father told her despite her knowing he was an Agarthan puppet. She can't be swayed her path as she tries to lie and manipulate those around her, and the world supports the route where Byleth leads the Black Eagles away from her influence (making it so that the Black Eagles are the only class who can get their story-related character development joining any other class). It's either that, or you ignore the world building to walk a path that is based around hadou, which has negative connotations especially when contrasted with oudou, which is what Dimitri's route is supposed to lead to.
You can ignore this growth if you play Hopes, but Hopes is supposed to show how much of an influence Byleth has on their class and is not supposed to replace that experience. Shez can't give Dimitri or Claude the character growth they would have gotten to see the problems with their POV, nor can they stop the Eagles from supporting Edelgard. Shez just seems to go with whatever the lord says, adapting to the route being played, and as such enables each lord's behavior. Not to mention that Shez is hinted to be from Agartha himself, and even then the Agarthan POV doesn't paint them in a positive light.
So, really, what are people saying when they want the Agarthans to be the sympathetic villains rather than the game wanting us to feel sorry for the Nabateans? That they feel the game not doing so is a flaw despite the Agarthans being so racist that they view everyone else as non-human animals and therefore it's okay to experiment on them? That we should support their genocide of the Nabateans because Edelgard said things used to be better despite the reveal that they're the ones who gave mankind Crests while making themselves out to be gods? We should still think that the Church are the bad guys when the Agarthans are the ones behind the experiments, Duscur, the death of Claude's uncle, and so much more? Or that Nemesis was a good king who was demonized by history rather than the power-hungry asshole he's depicted as, the only real misconceptiont here was that he ever was a hero in the first place rather than the tyrannical bandit he actually was.
In the end, it's just people not wanting to let go of their own misconceptions about Fodlan. They don't want to see Fodlan for how it really is. If anything, Houses can serve as a deconstruction of the idea of Death of the Author. It's a game with some very direct messages, but the routes where the player diverges away from those messages (Flower and the entirety of Three Hopes) it leads to bad endings because, at the end of the day, Fodlan was built around those messages. It was built about the need to see people for who they really are rather than who we think they are, as Edelgard being revealed not to be the heroine but rather the villain is the twist of the game who needs to be removed from power. Also that people supporting each other is a far better outcome than everyone being left to fend for themselves, especially when the people at the top use their power to benefit others. But it's up to people to do that themselves, to figure things out for themselves rather than fall into the trap.
Otherwise, we're left with people defending the likes of the Agarthans.
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notwarriorswiki · 1 year ago
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Out of curiosity what is the situation with flametail and Shadowsight in tbc. Who supports Shadowsight and who opposes him
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Shadowsight is largely an outcast, being seen as weird due to his mannerisms. His weakness and disability can make him rather frail, so many of the kits avoided him for fear of getting in trouble by accidentally hurting him. While he did have some challenges, that didn't stop him from wanting to become a Medicine Cat. He wanted to help other cats like himself, and he was always supported by his father Tigerheart. He would be apprenticed to the very elderly Littlecloud, who knew an apprentice needed to be trained, and actually welcomed Shadowpaw under his wing - a stark contrast to Flametail's experience.
Flametail preys on Shadowsight's insecurities and struggles, and he's good at it. Because Flametail was Shadowsight once. He was the outcast who didn't have friends. He knows Littlecloud, and Tigerheart, and Dawnstar, and much of the clan. He knows Hollystar, Harestar, Willowshine. And he knows Lionblaze.
Flametail makes Shadowsight believe balance can be restored if the "Codebreakers" pay retribution. Shadowsight is given supreme intelligence and knowledge of all secrets around the forest, revealing them and punishing many all in his desire to do right by the oath he swore upon - to serve StarClan and his beloved clanmates.
He has great influence and control over Hollystar, who spirals into paranoia after the betrayal of her sister and former apprentice, Sparkfire. This even allows Shadowsight to get Jayfeather and Lionblaze banished from ThunderClan.
Dawnstar has her reservations and suspicions, but as Shadowsight is her kin and medicine cat, she listens. Even when she does express doubts, Tigerheart is there to defend his son. After all, she blames him for the death of her son, Juniperclaw.
Harestar is the most apprehensive. He's uneasy when asked to exile Crowfeather, but ultimately does so in order to stay in Hollystar's good graces. He's worried about her, and his clan for that matter. He wants stability more than anything, and if Shadowpaw can provide it, he will consider listening...
Mistystar is... incredibly old at this point. Pebblefoot is at her side constantly advising her. It is incredibly stressful trying to take care of your frail elderly grandmother, helping her lead a clan, and managing a crisis that is targeting some of his most beloved friends and clanmates. He's a gray cat growing gray.
The only cats able to combat Shadowsight's posession and Flametail's influence are Bristlefrost, who was touched by the stars when she fell into the icy depths of the Moon Pool, and Rootspring, who can channel raw spirits in their ghostly form...
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starry1avender · 1 year ago
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Why I Don't Like the Idea of An Eclipse Redemption In SAMS Canon (Opinion)
Spoilers for today's SAMS episode "Eclipse has a PURPOSE in VRCHAT"!
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"If I'm so 'lonely', what should I do then?! It's not like anyone's gonna accept me back" god I fucking hope not-
(Rant about why I don't want an Eclipse redemption under cut)
(Please note that of course, you don't have to agree with me at all or take it too seriously. Everyone has different standards when it comes to who they can and cannot forgive, and who they believe deserves a second chance. It's perfectly fine to feel bad or pity him as well. Hell, I do at times. At the end of the day, I'm just some goofy ahh teen ranting about why I think a character from a FNAF roleplay shouldn't be vindicated, so really everyone loses-)
I'm just going to say it now: As much as I like Eclipse as a character and as much as I enjoyed seeing this side of him, I really hope that they aren't trying to set up a redemption arc for him or to have him be spared and just let him get away with everything. I really don't. I don't care if he feels lonely or even a bit of remorse for his actions, he doesn't deserve redemption or a second chance or any sort of mercy by any of the cast. It'd just be...Kinda yikes. Doesn't help that I'm sick of the whole "It doesn't matter what you did or who you've hurt!1!1!1!11! As long as you're willing to change you can be vindicated!!!1!1!1!!11!" Trope a lot of media pushes out, which is a whole other can of worms I won't open today.
First of all, the obvious atrocities. He's literally abused and tortured the main cast, changed the ENTIRE UNIVERSE'S MEMORIES, sent Sun and Moon to life-threatening dimensions to try and break them mentally, killed people directly and indirectly (Bloodmoon), and October speaks for itself. Eclipse has severely fucked up so many lives on so many levels and that should not go unpunished. Furthermore, the fact that he does all of these things ON-SCREEN and that it’s portrayed in a (naturally) negative light does not help my pathos as a viewer when the idea of a redemption appears. Eclipse is an abuser, manipulator, and overall war criminal who deserves nothing less than death, even if he genuinely wants to change or has any regrets, it’s too little too late.
Eclipse has also had CHANCES to change. Sun and Moon have repeatedly given him the option to make a deal with them. Mainly in the beginning, They gave opportunities to just stop and come to a mutual agreement. Every single time, he rejected out of anger and pettiness. He’s had a choice this entire time. He’s not like Moon, who was heavily under the influence of his programming (the Kill Code) or Lunar who didn’t know any better due to being under Eclipse’s command. Eclipse has had a conscious decision in every action and knew damn well exactly what he was doing. It’s been almost 500 videos of this and only NOW, When he’s already caused so much pain and suffering, is he finally having second thoughts. Once again, too little too late. That sentence pretty much sums up my entire thoughts. His arc just needs to be done and over so we can move on to the next thing.
In conclusion, Eclipse has done too many horrendous things to the cast despite several opportunities to stop to make him redeemable in my eyes. He’s gone too far too many times, and once again: Too little too late.  In my opinion, the ample way to end off his arc is to kill him for good. Be it through his own means or others, I’m not too picky. Just please for the love of fuck-
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