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Considering how gay (and monster fuckeresque) tumblr is, I am stunned by the lack of gifs of Venom licking Eddie’s face in Venom 3
#Not that I was LOOKING for that!!! 👀#Genuinely no one’s even talking abt it wtf#That was one of the greatest moments in cinema history. Or at least like smth ppl have been waiting for#Considering this film felt a bit lacking in romance/bants/being relationship focused compared to the latter (to me anyway)#I’m shocked ppl have not been gripping onto that part#Again NOT bc it effected me at all or anything!!!#Venom#venom 3#venom the last dance#venom 3 spoilers#eddie brock#symbrock#Marvel#monster fucker#gay#tumblr#Anyways go watch venom 3 <3#Tom hardy#venom symbiote#venom x eddie
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Spending my entire childhood and adolescence in the knowledge that we could be blown up at any time after leaving the the house and then realizing that was still ten times better than what we put the North and East through radicalised me all the way to anarchism. Every death since 1956 rests squarely on the heads of the Sri Lankan governments, both communist and neoliberal.
It's amazing how the word "nuance" has been turned into a cheap coin for colonialism.
Nuance: "It makes me uncomfortable to take a moral stand against oppression and colonization so I'm going to pretend it's too fucking complicated to listen to the people who have been systemically expelled, displaced and ethnically cleansed for the last seventy years."
Someone said in a tag that "white ignorance is called objectivity and white knowledge expertise" and that is exactly what's going on here.
#although JR Jayawardena makes both Sirimavo and Ronald Reagan look like lovely people#one of history's greatest monsters#my dad was a huge fan ofc. said the best president was db wijetunge for wanting to carpet bomb the north to wipe out the ltte#i loved him dearly bc he was my father and i have no illusions whatsoever about the ltte who were a fanatical death cult#but if they had blown him up i would still find it difficult to blame anyone except my own people#because it was his kind of rhetoric that got Tamil people burned alive in their thousands and created the LTTE#''you wouldn't be so glib if you lived in israel'' bitch what about growing up in a fucking civil war dodging bus bombs for 26 years#makes you think I don't know what it's like to live in terror of the people your own colonized#the american exceptionalist brainrot is painful#at least the white jewry in europe live with fifteen different other groups who survived genocide at any given time#especially eastern europeans#and weren't fed on 75 years of world war 2 american propaganda#also more likely to understand that booting holocaust survivors out of europe and plonking them down in the middle east#was fuck all about keeping them safe and championing their rights#free palestine#israel is a terrorist state#sri lankan civil war#knee of huss
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For REAL, A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE.
Also, once again Fanny outdid the original artists on this cover...which is PRACTICALLY IMPOSSIBLE given that the original artists are Tina and Ike Turner! (But you can see the effort they're all giving - Jean Millington on vocals, especially, to match the vocal effort of rock goddess Tina Turner. The interplay of hard rock guitar by June Millington and Nickey Barclay's funk organ goes marvelously far beyond whatever Ike Turner/Kings of Rhythm did. And do I even need to mention how fucking solid Alice de Buhr on drums is? A drum goddess if I've ever seen one!)
I will warn you now, if you have not seen this before, and if you are in the mood to all-out rock: prepare yourselves. I can guarantee you are not prepared to actually hear (let alone to see) how good this is. (Hence it being...a religious experience...)
#Fanny band#classic rock#music#video#MY JAM#someone in the YT comments said 'yesterday evening I didn't know who Alice de Buhr was. 5:38am and I wanna wake the house' 😂#behold one of the greatest fucking rock bands in history EVER! PERIOD! OF ANYONE ANYWHERE.#it still boggles my mind that Fanny ate up the original versions of pretty much every single cover they ever did.#even if they struggled vocally on some of them (NOT THIS ONE THOUGH) musically/instrumentally their covers are all still monsters.#it's insane. I will never be over how fucking good this band is. never!!#Youtube
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one thing i'm going to take from fellow travellers is "they're pals! what's the harm?" i can see clearly now that specific line delivery is going to live in infamy in my heart and mind.
#they're lesbians harold but for a very specific set of people#the dark shadow of galpals (gender inclusive)#hannibal and will: they're pals! what's the harm?#technically no one has to be evil but there does have to be harm#genuinely impressive how much less repulsive hannibal is than either of the pals in question history really does create#the greatest monsters#also MEN from WISCONSIN don't turn on their friends#chris baur is so good
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I just learned the Oppenheimer movie was based on a biography about Oppenheimer called “American Prometheus” which like. I couldnt think of more of a jerkoff book title if i tried tbh.
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Me: Ooh, some nice meta with canon panels going on, think I'll just reblog—
OP: "...but you can avoid those, because Devin sucks."
Me: ...
Me: *blocked*
#fleet rants#one day people will be able to discuss 20 year old canon and culture attitudes like goddamn adults#without immediately shitting on one specific writer as if she's the worst in history#like actually DC's history's greatest monster#one fucking day
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sorry if the only thing i have to say about peck!spock is his figure. i haven't watched strange new worlds yet
#i hear both that its fantastic and also the most horrible thing ever#so typical trekkie response really#ive watched some clips and from what i can tell ethan is quite good#also his voice is scary deep and i havent gotten used to it yet#first time i heard it i jumped in my seat jgdiujgfdi#oh oh i like how snw has five main cast members who are women!#and theres more girl mains than boy mains#im pretty sure thats unprecidented! so thats cool#i look forward to meeting these lovely ladies :)#especially that pretty little english one with the ''im descended from one of history's greatest monsters'' drama
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Winner gets a little crown and some legendary actions!
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So just wanted you to know, "yellow" is a common slur against Asian Americans and so Huang Feng, being a Bruce Lee (whos an Asian man) clone and all could raise some eyebrows to your intentions. And before i get accused of white knighting, i am Asian
Thanks for reaching out! This is honestly something that might be important to discuss and I appreciate your attempt at broaching the subject delicately. More after the jump.
So to start. I am also Asian. Specifically Chinese American.
As an American born Chinese, I have a weird relationship with my Asian heritage. I have a bad accent when I speak Chinese and most of my upbringing and cultural understanding is very American and western-centric. So I have certain biases at play here that I fully acknowledge. My experience is not universal. But these characters are drawn from that experience.
Huang Feng is a reference to Bruce Lee's performance as Kato in the Green Hornet. Dà Huángfēng being a Chinese term for a hornet.
The character is also narratively implied to be a secret moonlighting identity for the Yellow Ranger in my made-up sentai team. (Who, due to my own decision to always refer to the characters by their Ranger color, is literally just called Yellow by the other members of the cast.)
This is also a reference. Specifically to one of my greatest inspirations, Thuy Trang (Rest in Peace), who played the original Mighty Morphin Yellow Ranger. She was one of the first "Cool Asian Characters" that I encountered in media targeted at me as a child, problematic color choice aside. I sincerely adored her and her giant robot Saber-Toothed Tiger.
To be honest I have a complicated relationship with "Asian Themed" characters in media. So often saddled with cliché stereotypes: Martial Arts, dumplings, nunchucks, etc etc.
But the thing is, even as I roll my eyes whenever I see the Fighting Game character that is The Chinese One who wears a rice hat and a qipao. Or when one is literally just Bruce Lee. I do also immediately main that character. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure. Taking what representation I can get with mixed feelings. Similar to my enjoyment of sexy anime girl art even though it's all rooted in pretty uncomfortable sexist and objectifying aesthetics. A lot of my work comes from a place of exploring my own sexuality/identity. These characters are, partly, my own attempt to explore Asian themes and ideas for myself.
I would love to say that I'm trying to "reclaim" the term or something but I'm just some internet artist drawing cute anime girls and monster smut. For me, playing with these clichés is just another way of being self-indulgent.
Not really defending these creative choices so much as explaining my perspective on them. I totally understand if all this turns folks off! I fully respect those who don't vibe with my work and wish them all the best. It's a big internet and I'm sure they can find something super great to enjoy elsewhere!
Anyway, sorry for the long rambly post. Despite the fact that I'm posting this on Tumblr, I am not super mentally equipped to engage in Discourse, so forgive me if I don't respond to the tags on this.
So I'll just leave y'all with a neat article by Kat Chow discussing the history and usage of the color Yellow in regards to Asian Identity.
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1964 Chevrolet Cheetah
Also known as ‘Killer Cobra’
The 1964 Chevrolet Cheetah – a name that evokes both exhilaration and trepidation, whispered in hushed tones as “the Killer Cobra.” This ferocious feline wasn’t your average Corvette; it was a fire-breathing, lightweight monster built to slay Ford’s Shelby Cobra on the racetrack, and its story is as wild as its performance.
Born from Rivalry:
In the early 1960s, the Cobra was tearing up tracks and stealing headlines. Chevrolet couldn’t stand the sting of defeat, so they turned to Bill Thomas, a legendary Corvette expert with a reputation for tinkering. Thomas’ mandate was simple: build a car that could devour Cobras whole.
Unleashing the Beast:
The Cheetah was a radical departure from the curvy Corvette. Forget rounded fenders; this beast was all sharp angles and aerodynamic efficiency. A lightweight fiberglass body clothed a modified Corvette chassis, powered by a monstrous 375-horsepower small-block V8. Independent suspension and NASCAR-inspired brakes promised razor-sharp handling and brutal stopping power.
Taming the Cat:
But the Cheetah was a fickle beast. Its lightweight construction and raw power made it unforgiving at the limit. Steering was twitchy, and the unforgiving suspension demanded a skilled hand on the wheel. This wasn’t a car for Sunday drives; it was a high-wire act on four wheels, reserved for experienced racers with nerves of steel.
A Taste of Victory:
Despite its wild temperament, the Cheetah tasted victory. A few privateer teams managed to outmaneuver and outrun Cobras on smaller tracks, proving Thomas’ concept had merit. But factory support fizzled out due to high costs and safety concerns, and only 25 Cheetahs were ever built.
Leaving a Legacy:
The Cheetah’s life was short, but its impact is undeniable. It proved that American manufacturers could build serious race cars to rival the best Europe had to offer. It pushed the boundaries of design and performance, even if it wasn’t always easy to control. And it cemented Bill Thomas’ reputation as a master car builder with a penchant for the audacious.
More Than a Machine:
Today, the Chevrolet Cheetah is a coveted collector’s item, a piece of automotive history frozen in time. Owning one is like owning a piece of racing DNA, a reminder of a time when cars were raw, brutal, and exhilarating. The “Killer Cobra” might have a reputation for being untamable, but for those brave enough to handle it, it offers an unmatched experience, a chance to dance with a legend on four wheels.
So, the next time you hear the name “Cheetah,” remember it’s not just a car. It’s a roar of defiance, a testament to innovation, and a reminder that sometimes, the greatest rewards come from taming the wildest beasts. Remember, the Cheetah might be gone, but its spirit lives on, a fire-breathing phantom on the racetracks of our imagination.
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no bitch has ever gone as hard as commander wake, actually. like:
take over and unite a disorganised insurgency group to become one of the greatest threats ever presented to an immortal god
learn about, identify, locate and somehow KILL??? a monster that multiple lyctors have died trying to kill, then make said monster's body into weaponry for better god-killing abilities
identify the saint of duty and make him violate his duty, sexual-style. it's okay, because the 'duty' really refers to his cavalier, who you are also dating. succesfully two-time two people who are sharing a body. how do you even do this.
connect with even more lyctors and, rather than getting killed on sight, agree to help kill the emperor. this part contains child murder but okay!
when the relevant material dies, who cares? you've got a perfectly good womb, a syringe and seemingly immortal sperm!
inseminate yourself with god's semen ???
succesfully evade the saint of duty for the duration of your pregnancy. when cornered, succesfully a) get to the right place b) induce labour and c) deliver your child
get kicked out an airlock. this one is a bummer. reroute your oxygen to your child, which would be a sweet gesture if it wasn't specifically so your child can be killed at a more useful time
refuse all attempts by ninth house spirit-callers, other than yelling the name of the lyctor that killed you. 'sacred forgotten names' my ass
like. that's already genuinely insane behaviour! and that's only stuff that happens before book one!
because then your soul is so bitter and determined and angry that you somehow hold onto your bones for a VERY long time and you don't go insane, and then you end up in a sword for literal decades and you still don't go insane, and then some mega necromancer gets hold of The Sword With You In It and you hate her so much you can make her projectile vomit just by being near you- and, again, you are a ghost inside a sword at this stage-
also you simultaneously haunt the necromancer's brain and fuck up her attempts to rewrite history by being like 'what if i was there and also i had a gun. what if that.' and you're so hard to kill that they have to summon the ghost of the coolest bestest big boy soldier who ever lived just to try and step to you.
and also you got the necro to stab a body so you can puppet the corpse around a spaceship, which you use mostly to try and kill lyctors (and, also, to try and fuck)
also, you canonically named yourself after 'lose yourself' by eminem.
#the locked tomb#commander wake#awake remembrance of these valiant dead#i think about her all the time! all the time!#a superhuman level of grit and determination
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Lady Gotham raises Bruce Wayne
After the tragedy that happened on that fateful night in Park Row, the Spirit of Gotham understood something.
Bruce Wayne was destined to become the Dark Knight of her City, the Protector of Gotham and all of her peoples, as well as one of the Greatest Heroes to ever exist. And to fulfill that Destiny his life would be filled with hardships and pain beyond what most Mortal men would be able to Handle.
So, she decided, "Nope. My child, my rules."
She may not be as caring or compassionate as her Sister, Metropolis, but she can still feel enough compassion to know that she doesn't want this little boy to suffer all that alone.
So she takes on a Mortal Form and crafts herself an Identity, and then gets herself Hired as the new Maid, as a partner to Alfred.
She take up a Maternal Role in Bruce's life, similar to Alfred's Paternal Role. But while Alfred starts teaching Bruce about all of his old MI6 Training, Lady Gotham starts training Bruce is more Mystical stuff.
She basically teaches him everything there is to know about Magic, everything he could possibly ever need.
She teaches him about the different monsters of the world, how they can be beaten and how they can be befriended.
She teaches him about all the different types of Magic she knows of, just so he knows what he is getting into if he ever decides to learn how to use it. Or how to counter it.
She teaches him about all the different dimensions she can think of, from the Fae Wilds to the Ghost Zone. In fact, she teaches him mostly about her own original home, the Infinite Realms.
She tells him about the history of the Realms, how they came to be and all about the beings thay reside there.
She tells him the story of Pariah Dark, the good king who fell to his own Hubris and became a tyrant.
She tells him about Clockwork, the Ghost of an Ancient Tita who now lives in search of redemption by keeping the world safe.
She tells him about the Ancients, who banded together to Seal away the Tyrant Pariah, and then split up to rule over their own Kingdoms.
And this information comes in handy when he eventually becomes the Batman. While he never did learn how to use Magic, he is still one of the most accomplished Magical Consultants in the World (Something that really ticks off a certain sad trenchcoat man). Whenever the League has an Issue with a Magical Threat, they always turn to Batman.
So Lady Gotham thinks she did her job pretty well.
And then he adopts kid...and she absolutely ADORES THEM!
Dick is so Carefree and fun! Jason was such a bookworm, even after his death and resurrection! Tim was such a smart kid, she was honestly hoping he would be chosen as the next Robin. Stephanie added a much needed air of joy to the house, for her short time with them. And Damian was such a petulant but creative child!
She absolutely loves them!
So when some crooks manage to kidnap HER Grandbabies while they are on a civilian family bonding trip to the Park, there will be Hell to Pay.
She may not be as compassionate as her sister, but she can be twice as Vengeful.
#Dp x dc#Dpxdc#Dc x dp#Dcxdp#Danny phantom#Dc#Dcu#Batman#Lady Gotham#Maternal Lady Gotham#Lady Gotham decided to fuck fate and adopted Bruce#Bruce is now even more knowledgeable about Magic than even Constantine (who is not happy about it)#Lady Gotham adores her Grandkids#Lady Gotham and Metropolis are sisters#Lady Gotham is from the Infinite Realms#The crooks managed to catch the family in their Civilian Identities#Lady Gotham is on her way#Bruce and Alfred are the only ones who know that the Maid is a Goddess#They conveniently forgot to tell the kids for years#They are in for a surprise...
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well, i suppose we’ll just have to share them
pair: Fred Weasley x reader requested by anonymous
Hear me out… Fred is definitely the type to want his partner to get along with George’s partner. Like no question. So it’d be absolutely hilarious if this backfires on the twins cause now their respective partners hang out with each other more than their respective bf.
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Fred Weasley had a grand idea. An idea so genius, so foolproof, that he was convinced it would cement his position as the greatest boyfriend in history. He was determined to make sure you got along with George's girlfriend, Katie. After all, if the two of you became fast friends, it would be perfect. You could all double-date, plan pranks together, and even plot against the twins when necessary.
So, naturally, Fred wasted no time setting up a “casual” meeting at the Burrow. “Just a little get-together,” he had said. George was in on it too, giving him that signature Weasley grin as he nodded along. They had visions of you two chatting away, maybe even plotting to prank Ron or Percy.
And, to Fred’s credit, you and Katie did hit it off.
But maybe you hit it off a little too well.
It started off innocently enough, with the four of you gathered in the cozy kitchen, Mrs. Weasley bustling around as she prepared tea and biscuits. The twins tried to steer the conversation, but soon, you and Katie discovered a shared love for Quidditch. The next thing Fred knew, you and Katie were deep in conversation about the upcoming Holyhead Harpies match, completely oblivious to the boys.
Fred shared a glance with George, a look that said, "This is going well."
A couple of days later, Fred suggested a date night. “How about dinner at The Three Broomsticks? Just us,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
You looked up from the letter you were reading. “Oh, Katie and I actually made plans to go shopping in Diagon Alley. She found this little shop with the most amazing Quidditch gear.”
Fred blinked, caught off guard. “Oh… right, okay. We can do it another time.”
You smiled, oblivious to his disappointment, and returned to your letter.
It didn’t stop there. Before Fred knew it, you and Katie were practically inseparable. The two of you had lunch dates, shopped together, and even had sleepovers at the Burrow, gossiping late into the night. The twins would stand awkwardly at the door, trying to join in, but you and Katie were lost in your own world.
Fred’s “perfect plan” was starting to backfire spectacularly. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted you to be friends with Katie, not replace him with her!
One evening, Fred decided to confront you about it. “Love,” he began, plopping down beside you on the couch, “don’t you think we’ve been spending a little too much time apart?”
You looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re always with Katie these days,” Fred said, trying to sound casual. “Not that I mind, but I thought maybe you’d want to spend more time with your boyfriend?”
You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Oh, Freddie, don’t be silly. Of course, I want to spend time with you. But Katie’s great! And besides, you and George always have your twin time. It’s nice to have some girl time, you know?”
Fred huffed but didn’t argue. You had a point. But he couldn’t help feeling a little left out.
The final straw came a week later. Fred had spent all day planning a surprise picnic in the garden, complete with all your favorite foods. He was ready to have a lovely, romantic evening with you. But when he found you, you were already making plans with Katie—something about a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.
Fred was about to protest when George sidled up to him, clearly overhearing your conversation. “Blimey, Fred, I think we’ve created monsters.”
Fred groaned. “This isn’t what I wanted, George. Now they’re together more than they’re with us.”
George chuckled, clapping his twin on the back. “We wanted them to be friends. We just didn’t expect them to be best friends.”
They both watched as you and Katie laughed, completely engrossed in whatever it was you were planning. The twins exchanged a resigned look.
“Well, I suppose we’ll just have to share them,” Fred said, half-jokingly.
George shrugged. “Could be worse. At least we know they’ll never team up against us… right?”
Fred wasn’t so sure about that.
#isaacismyhusbandeventhohedoesntknowityet#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#fred#fred x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley x you#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x reader fluff#fluff#weasley#Weasley x reader
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Across the Universe-ch.1 (Azriel x reader, eventual Fenrys x reader)
Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terassen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.
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A/n: hey everyone! so this is my first work on here and I just hope you will enjoy it. Please do not hesitate to comment whether you like it/want more of it or if you have some good constructive criticism to give! I will give some clarifications at the end of this chapter as to not give away any spoilers beforehand:)
Being a female Illyrian with wings was never meant to be easy. Growing up and not knowing your parents was perhaps the greatest pain a child could endure. Especially if that child grows up in a cruel place like the Illyrian camps. For the first 20 years of her life, y/n knew nothing but pain, mistreatment and hatred as she spent her youth at the cruel hands of an old Illyrian bastard. Of course, what y/n went through was never kept as a secret but it is not like anyone cared anyway. This was Illyria, the mistreatment of females was not a surprise. In fact, the vile monsters who called themselves warriors, encouraged it.
And just like any other female unlucky enough to be born in Illyria and have wings, y/n had to get her wings clipped. Even after all those years, that moment that changed everything for y/n is still so vivid in her mind...
The leaves in the forest crunched as his boots kept stepping on them while dragging her through the maze of trees.
"Please, please I beg you do not take my wings!"
He kept on ignoring her. She called him a 'He' because y/n would never willingly say his disgusting name. Not when he was the cause of all her trauma and illnesses. She kept thrashing, begging and trying to get away but it was useless.
"I beg yo-"
Her words were cut short as a slap was delivered to her face.
"Shut you mouth! you useless bitch"
She never begged. No, y/n was strong, even then, at her weakest she was strong. She never begged. Not when he would burn her hands, not when he would whip her back, not when he would beat her up because she forgot to do a chore. But now she begged. She begged for her only form of freedom, her precious wings. At that moment y/n knew what had to be done. This was the last straw.
"Stay like that on your knees and do NOT move, or else you won't like the consequences."
As he turned around to search for his tools, y/n sat there on the ground in the middle of this dark forest just outside the outskirts of the village and knew she could not go down like those before her. For 20 years she submitted to his every will but not now, not again. Weak coward is what she has been and now it was time to change that.
When he turned around, y/n was holding her only form of protection, her pocket knife that she would always hide under her clothes. When he was close enough, y/n gave a final prayer to the mother and attacked him with a sloppy move that would result in either her freedom or death.
"It is time to truly make you bound to me you bi-"
He did not get to finish his words as the knife he did not see in the dark, found its mark in his throat. Crimson red blood was everywhere as that monster choked on his own blood like a damn fool and finally, slumped to the ground.
The rest? Well, the rest became history as y/n left that night with his blood still soaking her own clothes and body and his fresh corpse laying on the ground. She would never let anyone ever dictate her life again. Never would she be weak again. And so, for the next 80 years of her life, y/n went from one place to another and taught herself how to fight and be like a warrior. Her name began spreading around like wildfire, as people started talking of the Illyrian female who not only managed to keep her wings but also killed her abuser.
She helped hundreds, by recruiting victims of different horrible events and teaching them how to fight and protect themselves. Y/n became a legend especially in the eyes of female Illyrians who tried to follow her lead. This was also the reason why y/n one day opened her door to see the High Lord of the Night Court waiting for her. The smile on Rhysands face was blinding as he praised y/n while also telling her about how it was a dream of his to get rid of the old Illyrian traditions and rules set against the females. It was on that eventful day that the High Lord also offered y/n to join his court and make a very impactful visit to Illyria after all these years to help him make those changes.
At the time, it was a huge step for y/n as she delegated her role as a trainer to her first-best student who was more than honored to continue y/n's job in the training academy. When she came to Velaris she was in awe of its beauty and comfort. The inner circle welcomed her with open arms and although y/n was a little distant at first, she soon got along well with everyone and especially Cassian as they trained daily together. It was also the time when the first seeds of her crush on Azriel were planted.
Therefore, by the age of 100, y/n was an official member of the night court, a legendary figure who started to make her changes during her visits to the Illyrian camps. This time, she went in not as a weakling, but as a feared and well-respected fighter, female and most of all, Illyrian. But even with all of the fierce titles that she got, y/n still felt like turning into a small, shy and meek girl whenever Azriel was around. Rhysand sending them together on constant missions did nothing to ease her increasing infatuations with the famed shadowsinger either.
Unfortunately, they got closer during the darkest of times when Rhysand sacrificed himself to protect his court and city from Amarantha. It was then that, Azriel and y/n shared their deepest, most raw and intimate moments with one another while also doing their best to protect the city in which they were locked in thanks to Rhysands wards. Those moments were what led y/n to confess her true feelings to the spymaster during the 4th year of what would be Amarantha's 50 year reign of terror. After that day, they truly became lovers in all aspects that mattered. Even though that unmistakable bond of a mate did not appear, y/n knew it was only a matter of time before they both felt it. There was no other way.
Today, sitting here on her lovers chair in his office, y/n felt proud of herself and her loved ones for overcoming so much. Rhysand and Feyre under the mountain, the war against Hybern, Nesta and Elain becoming high fae, and the attack on Velaris all left many scars both visible and invisible on everyone. Knowing that everyone has finally found some form of happiness and that her lover is safe with her should have made y/n happy, excited even. But as of late, she could not bring herself to feel anything because Azriel was not the male she once knew.
For a very long time now, the shadowsinger has been distancing himself from y/n in favor of spending more time with a specific redheaded priestess, Gwyneth. What was once called the hour of reading by y/n and Az in the comfort of their home, turned into reading with Az and Gwyn in the library. Even during training, Gwyn would respectfully decline y/n or anyone elses offers to train her and would instead ask Azriel to teach her. He would always happily oblige, leaving y/n alone as Cassian trained with Nesta. At first, y/n tried to understand and reason by thinking that since Azriel was the one to save the priestess from facing a terrible fate in the library of Sangravah, it was only fair that she felt safe around him. However, the other priestesses were also saved by Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand and yet, y/n never saw them be as clingy as Gwyn was towards Azriel.
The final nail in the coffin came when Azriel started coming home late and locking himself up in his office and leaving early in the morning. This meant that y/n never saw her lover, let alone kissed or made love to him. That is how it led to her finally coming to his office to wait for him and get some answers to her questions.
"Y/n? W-what are you doing here?"
That slightly nervous voice drew her back into reality as y/n looked back from the window showing the beautiful city, to see Azriel standing in the doorway with dishelved hair and a sort of scared look in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to not show it, y/n knew him like the back of her hand. Being together for 52 years does that to you. This was not a good sign then, for Azriel never showed such a shameful expression and his shadows were nowhere in sight.
As y/n got up from the chair and started walking towards him, her mind and soul clinged onto that last thread of hope that the male whom she loved was not unfaithful to her, that he would explain everything and she would see that she was making silly little assumptions out of nothing.
Unfortunately, all that hope came crashing down as y/n got close enough to him and smelled that scent of another female, that scent that belonged to...Gwyn. And if the small dark marks that were peeking above the spymasters shirt were any indicator, they did more than just read together.
Y/n felt like she was drowning, like a huge mountain just crashed down on her and she was left under all that rubble to suffocate and die. She was frozen in her spot, unfeeling and unmoving as she felt her body shut down completely. Clearly, this only meant that she would shatter soon enough but not here, not in front of him. Never would she ever be weak infront of any male. And so, with a voice that conveyed no emotion, she asked, "How long?"
"Y/n ple-"
"How long, Azriel."
Azriel sighed as he looked anywhere but at her when he said, "Since the first time Nesta brought her to train with us."
"But that was 2 years ago."
After seeing him nod very slightly, she reigned in her tears that were burning the backs of her eyes, and asked one simple question,
"Why?"
Now it was the shadowsingers turn to look as emotionless as he could while saying, "Because she is my mate y/n."
Mate, mate, mate ofcourse he would have a mate, no matter how many years they were together, neither of them ever felt that bond snap. Foolish, so foolish to think, to hope that they were destined to be, that their bond would snap any moment. But how cruel can one be to hide the truth for 2 years, To go behind her back, even if Gwyn is his mate, and be unfaithful? To not admit the truth as if y/n wouldn't understand. And Gwyn? how could she never once mention it to y/n during all those moments spent together? How, how how..
As if that pain was not enough, Azriel confessed, "I am sorry y/n but truly, did you think we were fated to be? I always knew what we had was temporary, that we were never going to have a happy end as the cauldron would give us both our own mates. My love for you has always only been platonic...have you not noticed that I never once said 'I love you'? I saw you as a friend, a companion in whom I could loose myself for a while as I waited for my mate to come. Truly, you were good, so good to me, kind and caring and yet, so foolish. You imagined and expected too much of us y/n...for you I was a male whom you desperately loved but for me, you were simply someone who I could spend my time with until my mate arrived. I love Gwyn, I have taken her to the house of wind multiple times and made love to her there, I have spent my time understanding and creating as many memories as possible with her. From the moment I saw her 2 years ago when Nesta brought her, I felt this pull towards her and now...now I could never get enough. I do not say this to hurt you, but to make you see the truths that we were never what you wanted us to be."
Y/n took a deep inhale, the only indicator of her emotions at the moment while still processing his words and asked her final question while still staring at the wall behind him, "Who knew?"
Azriel was confused for a minute because after all that he had just confessed, she only asked that? Not to mention how much it was killing him to not understand her current emotions and expressions as y/n stayed completely unflinching, staring at the wall and expecting an answer from him. So, with a shameful sigh, the spymaster replied, "Everyone knew."
At that moment, y/n knew 2 things with clarity. First, never should you trust someone, no matter how close you are with them. Never should you give your heart to someone because in the end, they shall shatter it anyway. In this life, you are always on your own. Y/n has always been alone even after joining Rhys, y/n walked her own lonely road. Second, her "family" were traitorous liars. For the past 2 years as y/n descended back into her depressive moments, as she got flashbacks of those horrible times from her youth spent in the Illyrian village, as her panic attacks and insecurities started to resurface, the inner circle did nothing to pull her out of it. But what else would you expect from them? of course they would protect Azriel and his actions, no matter how disgusti-
"Y/n? please talk to me, I am going mad here with your lack of words and emotions. Please sweetheart." as Azriel's hand made contact with y/n's wrist, it was as if an electric shock brought her back to life.
Y/n slapped him right across the face as she said her next words in a tone so cruel and unfeeling, her enemies did not even hear that tone before meeting their death's at her hands, "If you touch me again, my knife shall find it's mark between your eyes, so unless you do not want to leave your precious mate a widow so soon, I suggest you get the fuck out of my sight, shadowsinger."
"Y/n ple-"
"Oh and, since you are such a loyal dog to him, do tell your rotten high lord that I am leaving his rotten court. I shall be gone by sunrise."
As she turned to leave his office throught he backdoor, Azriel did something that Y/n had never known him capable of doing. He fell on his knees as tears threatened to spill from his eyes and begged in a voice so shaky, y/n could only think whether he was even real.
"Y/n I beg you, let us talk properly, Gwyn kept telling me how I must let you know. That she hates being a secret but I was such a coward I-I..plea-"
"I do not care what Gwyn has to say. Save your tears and pleas for someone who cares Azriel, you are right, you are a coward and perhaps you always were one for playing with my feelings in such a cruel way. Do not come after me or I swear I won't hesitate to end you with my bare hands."
With that, y/n turned her back on the male for whom she would once move the mountains for, for whom she would sacrifice herself for. The male whom she loved so much and yet, this whole time he toyed with her, he saw her as a placeholder. What a blind fool have you been y/n.
The second y/n made sure that Azriel left the house, she broke down in tears. For the first time in a very long time, y/n cried unstoppable tears. But that moment came to an abrupt end as she heard a voice. Whether it was within her mind or from somewhere else she did not know and did not care because even though the voice sounded so far away, she got this immediate urge within her soul to go find it.
Deep down, y/n knew she should let it be, that she is possibly imagining things and that she should start packing now but that urge within her tightened as if wanting her to go find the source of the voice. So, with a final wipe of her tears, y/n stood and leapt through her window, spreading her wings and following that string to reach the distant voice.
As y/n began nearing the source of the sound, she realized that it is coming from the house of wind. She should have turned around and left at that second because seeing this house now only brought back Azriels words about how he spent his time here with Gwyn. Atleast that is what the y/n who was not possesed by an urge would do. But alas, this thread only grew stronger within her, leaving her no other choice.
As she began walking down the halls of the house, y/n looked back on all her memories with the inner circle here. Once, those memories would have made her smile fondly but now, they only make her feel anger and disgust. They knew this whole time...such liars, such tra-
No...this could not be it. The urge within her must have been playing a foolish trick because no way was the voice coming from this room. But that urge within her had died down as if finally only the double doors in front of y/n were stopping her from getting to the voice. But this room wasn't just any room. It was the warded room containing all 3 objects of the Trove AND the Book of Breathings.
From here, she could clearly hear the ugly, hissing voice of the book saying, "Welcome, The Terror."
"Why are you hesitating? Open the door child, open it."
As if on cue, the wards around the room disappeared and the doors opened for her. Y/n could only be confused for a second before an unknown power forced her to walk into the area. And there it was, that book sitting on the circular table in the middle of the room, beckoning for her to come closer.
"The Iron Phoenix, you finally came to learn your destiny."
Y/n scoffed as she looked at the silly book from a distance and said, "Did you truly waste my time by making me come to you so that you could spit your nonsense at me? I have enough to deal with already, I do not need another headache from you."
As she turned around to leave, the book hissed loudly, "Do not mock me you fool, I know your deepest secret Winged Fury, a secret so precious not even your once beloved lover knows."
At that, y/n turned around with a shocked expression all over her face and asked, "How? How do you know of it?"
"You can not know more than me, Valkyrie, I am the one who knows it all."
It seems today was the day when y/n had to find out just how little she knows about everything. She had enough, and this stupid book will be the unfortunate one to be the outlet of her emotions. Furious, she took quick strides to reach it as she began, "How dare you?! you call me here to spit nothing of value at me while I just went through the wo-"
A sudden wave of power hit her as y/n felt like she was stuck in one place right in front of the book. Her walls, her mental walls they...they were being melted down as she felt her mind fall into some hypnotic spells.
With a voice so beautiful and eerily soothing, the book says, "Open me, open me Braveheart and see your true destiny."
Somewhere, the last sane part of her was telling y/n that this was wrong, that whatever will happen once she opens the book won't be good. Unfortunately, y/n seemed unable to follow that voice as her fingers made contact with the cover of the ancient book and flipped it open.
The book started flipping its own pages until it landed on the one with language so old, y/n knew that it was not remembered within the past history. Her mouth began moving against her will as she began saying the words on the book in such an experienced manner, it felt as if the ancient object had posessed her.
At some point, y/n could hear distant voices...was that Rhys? Az? Cas? or no, no maybe that is Nesta or another female who is screaming? Y/n could not move, could not think, as if her sole purpose was to finish the spell. She could distantly feel her body loosing its physicality. Was she disappearing? Was she becoming a ghost?
As she was saying the final words of the book, y/n turned around to find everyone from the inner circle in the room trying to get closer to her. Despair was all over their faces but it was Azriels tear striken face that y/n saw for the last time before darkness welcomed her.
"You are home now, Stormbreaker, you are home."
"Now, you shall unfold your true destiny."
With a jolt, y/n shot her eyes open and got up from...was this a grassy hill? as she turned to look behind her, there was a small lake with a white...is that a deer? What is this place? Where was she?
But y/n did not get to explore anything else as she felt the cool edge of a knife press into her throat from behind as a male voice said to her, "You move, you die."
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A/n: Damn this was fun to write! What secret does y/n have? I did leave a very tiny clue on that for anyone who might find it;) Anyway, I know most of you were maybe expecting Az to cheat with Elain but i am a Gwynriel shipper through and through and just could not think of Elain being such a homwrecker. Of course I am pretty sure Gwyn isn't one either butttt just for the sake of plot ya know. This won't be the last time we see the acotar characters as they will appear hopefully in the later chapters. But for now, sit back and watch y/n's new journey in this new world.
#books#fantasy#fanfics#sarah j. maas#throne of glass#acotar#azriel#fenrys moonbeam#Azriel x reader#bookish#a court of thorns and roses#fiction#fenrys x reader#togxacotar
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In the AU of the leader Ando, what is the relationship between Ando and Narinder? (If he has forgiven him, of course) If he has forgiven him, do Narinder and the little lamb end up having a romantic relationship or not? And, what would be Ando's reaction upon seeing that his little brother likes the black cat?
I would like to start by saying that between Ando and Narinder, there was no forgiveness.
Ando resented him enough to put aside his greatest wish (that of “resting in peace”), deciding from that moment on that now that he had his power, he would use it against him at all costs.
Also including the idea of allying himself with one of the bishops to finally ensure that The One Who Waits could never escape again. Unfortunately, he had no luck on that part.
The bishops only saw him as his pawn, the prophesied lamb, the monster that would kill them, and listened to nothing more.
So seeing that more than potential allies, they were obstacles, Ando decided to meet their expectations.
And he killed them.
After all that, Ando took the risk of facing Narinder on his own. Armed only with his thirst for justice, fervent wrath, and the power of the red crown, Ando fought to the death.
Over and over again.
Until almost destroying his soul.
As for Narinder, in his arrogance, he saw Ando as just “a little inconvenience” that he could get rid of later. When everything was done.
Although, in the end, the prophecy finally acted in favor of Ando, and in the face of his defeat, Narinder, enraged, challenged him to end his life if he wanted it so much.
And Ando did want to.
However…
Despite the hatred he had for him, Ando could not find enough willpower within himself to kill him.
No matter how much pain he had put him through, no matter how much hate he had made him accumulate, he couldn't do it. He couldn't face Death.
Nor the emptiness that would bring.
The rest is history.
Narinder became his follower, and Ando, in his inner tirade, could only question the true nature of that decision.
Without really reaching a conclusion.
Moving on to happier things...
The lamb, like Ando in the main AU, had no idea of the real reason why his species was hunted to the point of extinction.
So Ando, as his older brother, took it upon himself to quickly bring him up to date. Letting him know in every way possible about the role Narinder played during all that massacre and how much he would hate for him to take action against the lamb just for the simple fact of being his brother.
Pretty much warning the lamb to stay away from him.
A warning that, surprisingly, the lamb did hear.
Although with mixed results.
After all, Ando still couldn't catch a break in this life. ¿Right? XD
¡Thanks for asking!
#cult of the lamb#cotl#oc#ando#my lamb#cotl narinder#colt heket#au variaty#the hard way au#au headcanon#the hard way ask#skecth#digital art#my lamb made the most unexpected decisions during my game as Ando#Some funny#and this was one of them XP#haha#I died 40 times#Mixed Results
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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐎��𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.
Dialogue Sentences Inspired by Fantasy Medieval Books
"Do not mistake my kindness for weakness; I can smile while I slit your throat."
"The throne is not taken by those who deserve it, but by those who dare."
"A crown weighs heavy, but it is the blade of betrayal that truly burdens."
"They may call me a monster, but it was the world that taught me cruelty."
"Loyalty is a coin easily spent; what will you offer when your purse runs dry?"
"You speak of honor as if it will shield you from the spear."
"I once loved you, but love has no place in war."
"Do not speak to me of dragons. You’ve never stood in their shadow."
"Trust is for the naive. I deal in bargains, not promises."
"Blood may bind us, but ambition drives us apart."
"Victory will not be found on the battlefield alone—it will be forged in the dark corners of our hearts."
"I will not die for a king who cannot remember my name."
"The gods may grant mercy, but I will not."
"Your secrets are like arrows; all it takes is one misfire to ruin you."
"You wear the crown, but I control the game."
"The sea is my ally; it cares not for kings or crowns."
"A wolf in chains is still a wolf, and you would do well to remember that."
"Power isn't given; it is taken in the dead of night when no one dares watch."
"Winter does not wait for the unprepared."
"You may win the battle, but can you live with the consequences?"
"I will not raise a sword for you again; your cause is dead to me."
"The fires of rebellion are lit not by armies, but by whispers."
"I was born in the dirt, and there I will return, but not before I leave my mark on this world."
"A knife in the dark is worth more than a hundred soldiers in the light."
"To bend the knee is to betray yourself."
"I fear no man, but the monsters in my own mind."
"You think you are safe in your castle, but walls have ears."
"There is no justice in this world, only the justice we make."
"In the end, the victor writes the history, and the vanquished are forgotten."
"Your silence is louder than a thousand declarations of war."
"The stars may guide us, but it is our choices that decide our fate."
"I have walked through fire and come out with steel for bones."
"A king without a kingdom is no king at all."
"The dead do not rest easily, and neither should you."
"Courage is born in the moments when hope is lost."
"Even the smallest flame can burn a kingdom to the ground."
"You owe me nothing, but that makes your loyalty all the more precious."
"A storm is coming, but it is not the weather we should fear."
"Love is a weapon more dangerous than any sword."
"Bend your knee, or lose your head—there are no other choices."
Dialogue Sentences with Sexual/Affair Tension
"I could leave now, but you would miss me before dawn."
"You say you're loyal, yet I can see the desire burning in your eyes."
"If I were to kiss you, would you turn me away or pull me closer?"
"This secret we keep—it is both a burden and a thrill."
"You belong to someone else, but in this moment, you are mine."
"Your vows may bind you to them, but your heart beats for me."
"What would happen if someone saw us like this?"
"I can feel your hesitation, but I also feel your longing."
"You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth."
"Touch me, and I swear you will never be the same."
"We are playing with fire, and yet I cannot stay away from you."
"If you leave now, I will forget your name. Stay, and we will remember each other forever."
"Your touch lingers longer than it should."
"You look at me as if I am your greatest desire and your greatest mistake."
"Every time we meet, it's a game of restraint. How long before we break?"
"You wear their ring, but you come to me in the dark."
"I am not yours, but you act like you own me."
"One kiss, and no one would have to know... unless you want them to."
"I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or push you away."
"What is more dangerous—your loyalty or your lust?"
"We are supposed to be enemies, and yet I crave your touch."
"This is forbidden, and yet it feels so right."
"I thought I could resist you, but here we are again."
"Every time you look at me, it’s as if you’re undressing me with your eyes."
"Your marriage means nothing when we are alone like this."
"You shouldn’t be here, but I am glad you came."
"Are you truly here for diplomacy, or are you here for me?"
"Your hands speak louder than words ever could."
"Our meetings are growing more frequent. Do you want to be caught?"
"What would they say if they knew where you’ve been tonight?"
"I see the way you steal glances when no one is looking."
"The risk makes this all the more thrilling, doesn't it?"
"Do you really think you can hide the way you feel about me?"
"I should hate you, but I cannot stop thinking about your lips."
"You act as if you don't want this, but your body tells a different story."
"This should have ended long ago, but neither of us could walk away."
"It’s dangerous to keep meeting like this, but the danger is part of the allure."
"We’ve crossed the line so many times that it no longer exists."
"Your loyalty is to them, but your heart is mine tonight."
"When you return to them, will you think of me?"
Dialogue Sentences with Tension Between Enemy Houses
"You wear their colors now, but you will always be one of us."
"No matter how many banners you raise, you will never rule these lands."
"Your ancestors swore an oath, and you have broken it with your treachery."
"Do not think your bloodline makes you superior—history remembers the victors, not the noble."
"You call us barbarians, yet it is your house that crumbles from within."
"This feud will not end until your family's name is forgotten."
"I would sooner die than see my children marry into your cursed bloodline."
"Your castle may stand tall, but it is built on lies and broken promises."
"Our houses have warred for centuries, and nothing you say will change that."
"You wear your house’s crest like armor, but it will not protect you from my blade."
"Your father's sins are yours to bear, whether you like it or not."
"I will see your lands burn before I let you take mine."
"You are nothing but the descendant of traitors, and your bloodline will end with you."
"Even if I fall, another will rise to avenge me—and your house will be no more."
"Our feud is older than this kingdom, and it will outlast you."
"You hide behind your house's name, but I see the coward underneath."
"For every victory you claim, my house grows stronger in the shadows."
"No truce will last between us; blood is the only currency we understand."
"Your lands may stretch farther, but my people are loyal in ways you cannot fathom."
"You speak of peace, but I see the hunger for power in your eyes."
"My family’s blood waters the roots of this land, and you will never own it."
"Even if we signed a treaty, I would not trust your house to honor it."
"You have my respect, but never my loyalty."
"Your ambitions will be your downfall, just as they were for those before you."
"Your house may rise in power, but it is built on sand—one gust of wind and it will fall."
"You think you can conquer us? We have fought off worse enemies than you."
"My father may have fallen to your sword, but I will not make the same mistake."
"There is no peace to be had between our houses—only ashes and bones."
"Your blood will soak the fields before I let you claim even an inch of my land."
"You think victory is yours, but the war has only begun."
"We may be outnumbered, but our honor is worth more than your army."
"Your house craves power, but power is fleeting. Loyalty and love are what endure."
"You have my house’s blood on your hands, and I will have yours."
"A marriage alliance will not erase centuries of bloodshed."
"I do not fear your banners or your soldiers—I fear the legacy of hate your house carries."
"Even if you claim the throne, you will never rule with the respect of my people."
"This war has no winners, only graves filled with the bones of our ancestors."
"Do not think an alliance with my house will come without a price."
"Your family’s history is soaked in treachery, and I will not forget it."
"We are enemies by birth, but it is by choice that we remain so."
Dialogue Sentences with Magical Creatures
"The dragon only answers to me; dare to challenge that, and you will burn."
"The griffin will not kneel to any crown—it flies free, as do I."
"You think you can tame a beast born from the stars?"
"The unicorn comes only to the pure of heart, and you are anything but."
"We were warned of the sea serpents, but no one told us how cunning they are."
"The wyvern has woken, and it seeks vengeance for the deaths of its kin."
"I hear the whispers of the fae at night—do you?"
"This is no ordinary wolf; it carries the soul of a thousand warriors."
"The phoenix rises once more, and with it, the flames of war."
"To summon the kraken is to invite death."
"The shadowcat stalks you, waiting for the moment you show weakness."
"I saw a creature made of light and shadow—something not of this world."
"The basilisk's gaze turns men to stone, but your heart was cold long before."
"Beware the siren's song; it lures even the strongest men to their doom."
"The forest guardian does not take kindly to trespassers."
"The harpy has returned to the mountains, and with it, a storm brews."
"The creature you saw in the water? That was no mere fish."
"The banshee’s wail heralds your death, and it grows louder by the day."
"No chains can hold the manticore—it is as wild as the desert itself."
"The great wyrm stirs beneath the earth; can you feel the tremors?"
"Only a fool would try to ride a pegasus unbidden."
"The drake is small now, but its hunger will grow with every moon."
"The leviathan waits in the deep, and once disturbed, it will not rest."
"The chimera’s venom runs through your veins—there’s no escape now."
"A single feather from the roc is worth more than a kingdom."
"The trolls of the mountains are not as mindless as you think."
hatch tonight, and the skies will never be the same."
"To ride a griffin is to feel the world fall away beneath you."
"The banshee’s wail came last night—someone among us will die soon."
"A mermaid saved me from drowning, but now I owe her a life-debt."
"The centaurs have kept watch over these lands for centuries."
"The dragon does not breathe fire—it commands the very winds."
"I found a nest of phoenix eggs; do you realize what this means?"
"The gargoyle watches over the castle by day, but at night, it hunts."
"The owl bears no ordinary bird—it is a messenger of the gods."
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