#ouch the slavicness

[messy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[chushanye]

I finally caught up to dndads after not having listened to it since June, so in order to not make a 1000 posts I will make one mega-post of all my reactions.

35 -> anthony made a reference to him being married b4, leading to me googling it, leading to me finding out there's a "at least im not anthony burch" 4chan meme

out of al the "new" epsidoes (for me) this one is still the funniest

FUCK, the goddamn convo between Normal and Hero you can't just do this to me. you can't just give me sibling dynamics and expect me to be normal about them.

36-> this ep was spoiled form me start to finish so no particular reactions but I will say Anthony is super clever for managing to spin that prophecy to come back around

37-> the contrast of the teens experiences this episode was astounding

ONE PIECE MENTIONED! 👒🏴‍☠️

"you whirling dervish of homoeroticism and pizza" is SUCH a sentence.

38-> god this episode did so much for Scary I fucking love her. "she is holds so much anger but is one of the most loving people" what if my heart bursts from the weight of it all

39 -> in my notes I just have "RONNNNNN RONNN UR IN HEAVEN BABGGIRLLLL I LOVE YOHJHUU."

40-> Freddy's bully character. Will and Freddy's syncing on that joke and screaming about it. Will going "I'm a little turned on rn I'm not gonna lie." Anthony going "Roll for Kinsley scale." all of that almost put me in an early grave.

41-> Freddy making up dumbass plans and the getting way too excited trying to explain them leading to him being out of breath and yelling and making very little sense while everyone else is trying to cut in to tell him how dumb his plan is only for him to roll ridiculously high makes up 90% of this podcast nd I will never get tired of it. also this episode solidified that Taylor is the best character to me.

42-> I hate this.

43-> Marco is way too fucking chill beung on the Titanic I'm gonna need a bit more shock and confusion from this man. like this jist makes me think he like KNOWS everything already.

44-> the next two were my favorite episodes out of the bunch and I have a like lahes worht of notes on them and I couldn't pick my favorites so I'm gonna make seperate posts for the two of those. but in the meantime:

does the ambulance driver's accent count as slavic? cause if so first slavic dndads character lmfaoo

I feel so sad for Normal because we saw thus arc coming from a mile away. I remember listening to episodes and bejng fristrated with how other characters were responding to Normal cause I KNEW it was making this worse in his mind. and like I get them too they're all going trough heinous shit but like...fucking ouch man this was so preventable

45-> Terry Jr and Glenn competing for the title of "most polite swordfight singe Ingio and Westley in the Princess Bride"

I had seperate notes for how much I loved the charactarisation for Terry Jr, Nick, Taylor and Normal so to sum it up the cast brought their A-game I was so fucking delighted.

Freddy's habit of tling over NPC's is so fucking funny. COMPLETELY disregarding the DM is hilarious when it's not happening to me.

46-> good to see Mat being a menece for once.

somebody PLEASE fucking tell me there is fanart for Abe Lincoln from this episode PLEASE.

I know I'm a tween bow at heart because Lincoln being cool again made me so fucking hyped even though that's not the point of his charactarisation 😭 agent Schmegan just brings out the cool dude in him

Hermie's death was way less dramatic than I expected it to be but rhis is only because the amazing artists in this fandom shot my expectations through the roof with the stuff they drew

BONUS: WHODADIT -> Beth is fucking SHINING in this god every joke landed.

Anthony quickly going: "nochinamenmayfeatureinthestory" everyone else going "WOAH" and Mat going fucking "FREDDY?" as is Freddy needs to explain himself???? 😭😭 please

[greisekinderschar]

Aaaah, thanks for this! I’m a bit obsessed with nuances in translations and german being my first language, I usually avoid the german dubbings bc theyre frankly flat and the formal adressing in The Witcher is pain, so this post was fun. Although imagining him saying “Dann nimm mich hier” sends me to hell and back. 

I do enjoy the Czech dubbings of The Witcher, though, especially Jaskier’s voice actor and his singing, so don’t mind if I add some nuances in the Czech version, in case anyone is interested!

Also disclaimer: I’m not dragging the translators because Czech, being a slavic language, is a bit more difficult to fit into the lines than French and German, which are obviously way more similar to English. As I said, I’m a fan of the Czech dubbing in general, especially the way they gave the dwarves a distinct dialect like in the original, German dubbing would never.

First of all, there is no formal adressing between the two of them ever, which I love.

Episode 1

English: ”If your life at court has been staid you’ve been doing it wrong.” Czech: "If your life at court has been boring, you don't know how to live it." Something about Radovid telling Jaskier he doesnt know how to live...

Episode 2

The lyrics got me. Once again gotta point out I absolutely adore Jaskier’s Czech singing voice, stan Ondřej Rychlý. Tried my best to translate it but have the Czech lines too (at least what I think them to be, my Czech is not perfect).

Ústa mít jak led když srdce plát chce žárem To have a mouth like ice when the heart wants to burn in the heat

proč měl bych spívat co chce svět a plýtvat tak svým darem why should I sing what the world wants and waste my gift like that?

proč mám se vám všem podbízet a dál důl přetékat  why do I have to pander to all of you and keep flooding the mine? (I struggled with whether he really sings důl but it makes the most sense)

vždyť nikdo z vás neví níc, to co písní chci říct to vím nejlíp jen já sám when none of you knows anything, what I want to say with the song only I myself know best

co v písních se spívá musíš mezi řádky číst what is sung in the songs, you have to read between the lines

dost slov chci dát ti víc there are many more words I want to give to you

z mých rtů čti co chci říct read from my lips what I want to say

z mých rtů teď vem si víc now take more from my lips for yourself (while “vem si” is the usual way to say “take”, the reflexive “si” refers to the taker, so I wanted to point that out with “take it for yourself”, bc ugh)

tak vem si víc come on, take more for yourself

so yeah... kinda intense

And then:

English: "You see people. For what they are, not what they pretend to be." Czech: "You see people. Who they are, not what they want to be." Gives me aching heart disease.

Episode 3

English: "You can't play a player." Czech: "You can't cheat a cheater." Cheater more as in someone who betrays. Czech Jaskier (Marigold) sure thinks less of Radovid than the English one.

English: "He's hiding something." Czech: "He's hiding something from me."

Sadly, he does not refer to him as little spoon, although he could have easily.

English: "Crushes are for children, darling." Czech: "Love is for children.” (before this line they did talk about crushes) Oof ouch ouchie

Episode 4

English: "Just saying that makes you braver than you know." Czech: "That alone makes you braver." Thats one of the instances where the correct translation just didn’t fit but I did have to laugh. Being scared makes you brave apparently.

English: “You learned my song.” Czech: "That is my song." Internet Explorer Moment

Thankfully, the word play with taking him inside and taking him here works out perfectly and I love it. Just a bit more of that sweet sweet “vem si” action.

Episode 6

(this one is rough)

English: "Because that is who you are, Radovid, at your core. I thought I had seen through your mask, turns out there was nothing behind it." Czech: "You simply are like that, Radovid. You're a crook. I saw through your mask long ago, and that there is nothing behind it." LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE THAT SOUNDED DIFFERENT LAST NIGHT MARIGOLD. He’s bitter af

Episode 7

grammatically, Radovid is still looking for his guards as he’s cowering next to their corpses, which I found great

English: "We have to get you out of here." Czech: "We have to get out of here." Not Jaskier getting Radovid’s hopes up like that.

English: "Plans change." Czech: "I am changing my plan." More false hopes

English: "I don't know what happens next." - "Just let me be there with you. Prove that im more than a mask." Czech: "It's hard to say what will happen." - "Then take me with you. Maybe I am more than a mask." NOT ONLY the “come with me” to “tell me where to meet you” to “take me with you” pipeline that is SENDING me but also the fact Radovid seems to admit he doesn’t know himself if he can be good? Had more feelings abt this than I should have had.

Episode 8

English: "I am not staying." Czech: "I cannot stay." PAIN.

And last but not least:

English: "I finally found something that suits me. Someone. And he needs my help." Czech: "I finally found a use for me. Someone who I want to help." I love that the Czech wording refers more to being useful than finding something that suits him, and that not only does Jaskier need his help, but he wants to help him. Idk man I just think that’s neat.

Radskier dialogue nuances in different languages

So I have been rewatching The Witcher in French recently and some of the changed lines stuck out to me, in the interactions between Radovid and Jaskier in particular. So i figured I'd compile my favourites from the translated versions I've seen so far here and compare their meaning to the original. I've also included some of the German lines since I'm German and I got curious!

Disclaimer: I'm just a guy who speaks a bunch of languages, don't expect overly technical linguistic wizardry here. Also this is not about the voice actors' skill or how well the lines are matched up to lip movements, strictly about the little changes in meaning when you take the translations literally! All meant to be in good fun.

Since this is about the season 3 dialogue, there are spoilers ahead.

This is going to be a long post so buckle up!

Season 3 in general: The way Jaskier and Radovid address one another

English (original): both use "you" which makes sense of course

French: Jaskier uses "vous" (the formal "you") for Radovid and Radovid uses "tu" (the casual "you") for Jaskier until they have sex in episode 4. When they talk the morning after in episode 6, they're both using "tu".

German: both use "Ihr" and the other formal derivatives for one another throughout (Even Geralt and Jaskier address each other formally the whole time. I'm not a fan)

Episode 1: Jaskier and Radovid meet

The dialogue here is generally very close, just two little things between the original and the German version I want to point out.

English (Jaskier): Fuck, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to… Bow? Or curtsy, or… I’ve been holding your hand a long time, so sorry about that.

German (Jaskier): Shit, I don't know if I'm supposed to bow or be polite... I've been holding your hand for too long, forgive me ("bow or be polite"?? HUH?)

English (Radovid): If your time at court’s been staid, you’ve been doing it wrong

German (Radovid): If your time at court has been too calm/quiet, something went wrong ([gay silence])

Episode 2: specifically Extraordinary Things

I've put the different lyrics as rather direct translations in the pictures below. They're also written out in the alt text. The French ones are a little more pointed compared to the original imo, I like that version a lot. I'm not sure how I feel about the German version but the first line did make me giggle.

Episode 3: Jaskier talks to Vespula about Radovid

I love this scene for many reasons. I have two things to point out about this.

The first thing is that while in the English and French version, Jaskier says that he and Radovid have only met twice, in the German version he says that he and Radovid don't even know each other.

The second thing is that in the English and German version, Jaskier calls Radovid a spoon and he does in the French version as well. However, he specifies Radovid is a "little spoon" here. Need I say more?

Episode 4: the scene in the shed

Ah, the scene of all time. Before the other scene of all time in episode 6. A few things about this one. The first thing is a very small change in the French version:

English (Jaskier, after Radovid admits he's scared): Just saying that makes you braver than you know.

French (Jaskier, after Radovid admits he's scared): The fact you're admitting that proves you are brave

The second thing bothered me more because it isn't really a subtle change. Both in English and French, Jaskier says Radovid has "learned [his] song", but in German he says Radovid "knows [his] song". The German line here isn't saying that Radovid "knows" the song as in he knows how to play it (from hearing and watching Jaskier play it for him once, mind you), the way it's said makes it sound like Radovid has just heard the song before.

The third thing is what they're saying right after the kiss. Unfortunately with the slightly changed lines for Jaskier we don't get the clever connection between Jaskier talking about taking Radovid into the cabin and Radovid asking Jaskier to take him (sexually).

English (Jaskier): I can't take you inside, I'm sorry.

English (Radovid): Then take me here.

French (Jaskier): The cabin is occupied, I'm sorry.

French (Radovid): Then take me here.

German (Jaskier): We can't go inside, I'm sorry.

German (Radovid): Then take me here.

Episode 6: the morning after

The German version is the same as the original here.

English (Jaskier to Radovid): I thought I’d seen through your mask. Turns out there was nothing behind it.

French (Jaskier to Radovid): I thought I had lifted the veil from your soul. But I found nothing but darkness beneath that façade

The subtle differences in the French version on the other hand not only make the pain a little different, it also includes an allusion of sorts to that version of Extraordinary Things with Jaskier talking about Radovid's soul. At least that's how I saw it. Ouch!

Episode 7: the moment where Jaskier finds Radovid at Thanedd

All three versions here make me want to cry. That's all.

English (Radovid): Just let me be there with you. Prove that I’m more than a mask.

English (Jaskier): Maybe.

French (Radovid): Just let me stay with you and show you what is beneath this façade.

French (Jaskier): Why not.

German (Radovid): Just let me be with you and show my true self.

German (Jaskier): Maybe.

[leona-florianova]

I got my self rather pretty dress 

[descendantofthesparrow]

Before Rewrite - Hades

*Spoilers for D3 rewrite~!!!! takes place from when Hades gets to the isle to the scene where Mal takes the ember from Hades!*

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Hades cursed the rulers of Auradon every hour of every day for putting him on this wretched isle of filth and trash. He was a god! The god of the undead, the underworld! He was a crucial player in the mortal's circle of life; without him, there would be no place for souls to go, Thanatos would harvest them but with no one to claim them; they would wander around the lands forever.

He could already sense the disturbed souls, miserably watching their families walk by, or through them. All alone with no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

He had only been here for two weeks and he was already sick of it; he may have never liked it but his job was important and he needed to get back to work

-

Two weeks and four days…that's all it took for the gods to replace him. He didn’t know who it was but they seemed to know what they were doing, claiming souls so fast Hades could hardly sense when one had left the mortal world to live in the underworld.

Hades perked up at the sound of crying

Oh, Hadie.

He turned on his heel and speed over to the makeshift crib of his son, rubbing the top of his fuzzy blue hair and picking him up; gently rocking him as Hadie continued to cry, Hades didn’t know from what but he would try to find out.

-

Like the little god he was, Hadie unexpectedly thrived on the barren isle of the lost; with what little food he got and with little sun, Hadie grew quickly and strong. At four years old he was already growing into his namesake; though Hades couldn’t ever resist being a dad over his little gap tooth in the middle of his teeth.

Hades just wished Persephone could see Hadie grow, and Hades wished he could see his little flower, Melinoe, grow into the headstrong warrior she was meant to be.

-

Whaaaaaaaat the fuck did he do….what in the actual fuck did he DO?!

He had stupidly gotten black out drunk at Gaston’s bar and somehow ended up with Maleficent! Of all people on the isle?! No-not out of all people, just with someone in general!?

He had prided himself in being the most loyal husband of his brothers, Zeus who had slept with a woman every time Hera blinked, and Poseidon; who wasn’t any better.

Hades had always been loyal and true to his wife…well there were those two times BUT compared to his brothers; he was loyal.

AND NOW HE HAD TO GO AND FUCK UP THAT STREAK; over 1000 years, 1000 years! And some bad whiskey had to ruin it.

He left that bed without a word, rushing home to his 4-year-old son who luckily hadn’t woken up yet from his sleep; and Hades swore if nothing came from that mistake, Hadie would never know about it.

-

Welp…that was something that came from the mistake. 11 months after the incident with Maleficent-

-There, right in front of his gates to his underground lair; was a little baby girl, halfheartedly swaddled in a green blanket and set at his gate, a little note taped to the front.

‘your problem now -M’

Hades leaned out of the gates, looking around for any goblins or any sign of the mistress of evil herself. But there was nothing. Hades sighed and crouched down, gently picking up the baby girl and holding him to his chest, her cries quieting as her cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

She opened her eyes, vivid green with sparks of gold and yellow. She laughed, reaching up to his hair with a gummy smile. Hades sighed again and turned on his heel, closing the gate with his foot.

At least he got another chance at raising his daughter, and he would do his best to do as he would’ve with Melinoe.

-

Hadie had asked a billion questions when Hades placed the new baby in Hades old crib, leaning over and peering down at his little sister. Hades had explained it the best way he knew how to a child; but Hadie miraculously understood, didn’t blame him. All he did was reach down towards his sister and grin as the baby took his finger.

“I like her! Are we keeping her?” Hadie had asked, his gap tooth making his little grin seem even bigger.

“she's not a dog Hadie, but yes that’s the plan. I don’t think her mother’s coming back.” Hades rubbed Hadie’s fluffy blue hair and then reached out to rub his daughter's bluish-purple hair gently, her two-month-old hair curling around his fingers.

“What's her name?” Hadie continued to babble off questions, his yellow eyes staring directly into his sister's emerald eyes.

Hades thought for a moment, pursing his lips as he looked at the note and turned it over. Nothing other than Maleficent's writing and initial. Either the fae hadn’t given the baby a name or didn’t care enough to tell him.

“Morana“ the pagan Slavic goddess of winter and death; he had met or once or twice, not enough to know her but the name matched the baby girl before him well enough. (in this world, gods of all religions/beliefs exist in the same universe, they usually keep to themselves and rarely interact.)

Hadie repeated the name, pulling his finger around with Morana still holding onto him. “I like it!”

-

Three months later, Maleficent returned and took Morana from him; not even letting him give her a damn thing to remember him by. “I need an heir, that evil queens been bragging about her little rat and I won't let her get the upper hand with it” Hadie watched from behind Hades legs as the fae walked away with his little sister, her blue-purple hair stark against the black of Maleficent's sleeves.

Morana cried the entire time, reaching out for her father with tears streaming from her sparking yellow-green eyes, her face red with the flurry of confusing emotions she was feeling.

Hades took a step forward, going to take his daughter back but was stopped by Maleficent's goons, all glaring at him.

He was outmatched.

He stepped back, glaring at Maleficent's back as she took back their daughter she had abandoned so heartlessly three months ago.

-

Mal. That was her name now. He had heard many talk about the newly revealed daughter of evil; the daughter of Maleficent. Mal.

Hades clicked his jaw at the thought of her name, Maleficent had been shellfish and named her own daughter right after her; Hades would bet his stash of chocolate that Mal’s full name was just Maleficent.

At least Hades had been original.

-

Throughout the next couple of years, as Mora-Mal. Grew up, Hades kept out an eye on her; just out of sight from her and just barely stepping in if any of the older people of the isle, who had…less than ideal moral compasses, got any ideas about his daughter.

A few times he tried to go up to her, but each time she saw him she either ran away in fear, or stared him down with no spark of familiar want or recognition.

So he kept away, respecting her non-verbal wishes and leaving Mal to herself.

It didn’t stop him from trying to keep her safe. He left her food on the nights Maleficent or her goons forgot, never charged her when she came into his restaurant, was never harsh with her. Some of the other villains got curious at his gentleness with Mal but quickly shut up with a spark of red in his eyes. He might’ve lost his magic but he was still a god.

-

Hades watched from the shadows as Mal and her three ‘friends’ climbed into the limo, the son of Hook and son of Gaston climbing in alongside them. Mal looked up at Maleficent, who did an odd gesture and Mal nodded, sliding in and closing the limo door behind her.

He followed the limo all the way to the bridge, watching his daughter leave the isle for the first time and go to Auradon. If she didn’t end up burning it down; he hoped she would have a good life away from her mother.

-

Over three years later, his son was chosen to go the Auradon by his sister, and Hades watched melancholy as Hadie packed his things; fiddling with the dull ember between his fingers. Hadie hefted his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his duffle bag, nodding at his dad; who stood and walked over to his son “stay safe” Hades muttered, pulling Hadie in for a side hug, his hand resting on the back of Hadie’s head. “say hi to your mother and sister for me?” Hadie nodded against him, using his free arm to squeeze Hades back, and turned on his heel, walking out of the mines.

-

Only an hour later Hades stood at the bridge plaza, ember in hand; pointing it at his daughter, who cried out in pain against the embers draining powers. He pulled back as much as he could, he needed to get out; he just couldn't do it anymore, the isle was hell and he needed to leave.

Mal screamed in pain again and Hades faltered, remembering her cries for him when Maleficent took her oh so long ago. But the girl besides Hook took his falter and rushed at him, slamming him back behind the barrier and walking back through it a moment later.

Hades growled to himself, he had failed his attempted escape and hurt his kid. He stood and walked away from the plaza, planning to stay in his lair for the rest of the week in shame.

-

It was just the next day when he saw his kids again, Hadie and Celia standing in front of him; giving the excuse of a forgotten bass and some delivered goods. But Mal wasn’t as quiet as she should've been, he grabbed her hand just as she grabbed the ember and pulled it from her grip, staring her down behind his sunglasses.

She meekly asked for the ember multiple times, and on the third time, he raised his brow, holding up the ember in the air as he looked down at his daughter “You’re only half Hades, the ember won't do everything for you that it does for me” Mal huffed and gestured to Hadie.

“Hadie’s gonna be the one to use it anyway, I just wanted-to…” Mal looked up at him wide-eyed and shocked, and Hades had a startling realization that Mal might have not known about him at all.

After a few minutes of Mal screeching about her mother’s lies and her not being able to understand how ‘she’ happened, she demanded the ember once more “if you wanna make up for being a lousy dad” ouch that stung, he didn’t mean to be one; he just was forced into that position “gimme the ember”

Hades gave Mal the ember and watched her walk out, sighing sadly as he realized he could’ve been there for Mal a long time ago if not for his stupid assumption. He warned her about the ember getting wet and she just pushed past him, Hadie sharing one last glance with him before following after her.

Hades sighed, collapsing back in his minecart turned chair and leaning his head back. So much for respecting her wishes as a child, she hadn’t even known he existed as her dad.

-end-

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[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes​ 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book. 

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!" 

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man). 

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!" 

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting. 

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection... 

Later in the evening... 

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices. 

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman. 

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment... 

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

[missisjoker]

PART ONE

It took until the moon was at its highest for the young ones’ resolve to falter. They were deep into the woods with no clearing in sight when Derek called for everyone to stop. He was about to give a little pep talk to the group because the children looked tired, hungry, scared and utterly miserable- just the way he felt on the inside - but mostly because he’s been giving himself the same speech for the past two or three hours and hoped it would work better if he said it aloud.

Stiles was faster.

“Who’s hungry?”

He motioned the group to gather around, cast a lightning spell and after a minute of struggle and quiet cussing produced an old handkerchief from the bottomless pit of his pants’ pocket. The handkerchief looked like it has been through some very tough times and had an engraving on one of the corners that looked suspiciously like hammer and sickle. 

“Ok, listen up. What you are about to see is a very old and secret Slavic magic. It’s called Skatert’ Samobranka (*self-catering tablecloth). Very few outsiders got a chance to witness it in action, so, feast your eyes.”

He placed the cloth on the ground and tapped three times on the engraving.

Nothing happened.

Derek arched an eyebrow.

Stiles flashed everyone a goofy smile and tapped on the engraving again,            ”Come on, blyat’, you make me look stupid.”

In response the handkerchief whisked into the air, curled up into a tight wisp and slapped Stiles on the right ear. Derek flinched, because the abused ear immediately turned red.

“Ouch, ok, sorry, I was rude. I won’t curse at you again, promise. Now can you feed the children, please?”

The cloth gracefully lowered itself onto the grass, the engraving glowed three times and suddenly food started popping up on top of it. It was a very …Slavic selection – canned meat, hand pies, butter, potatoes, boiled eggs, dill pickles, liver kielbasa and even a small can of raspberry preserves.

Stiles turned to Derek and whispered, “Every student in Koldovstvorets has one for emergencies. Well, should have one. I did too, but I lost it. So now I’m using an old army one. It’s like, super ancient and… has a temper.”

Derek mm’d in agreement, face full of the potatoes. For whatever reason, the food although oddly unfamiliar, was extremely tasty. He even considered fighting Stiles for the last dill pickle. Strange times, indeed.

It took another half an hour for children to finish their dinner, pile up onto each other and doze off. Derek didn’t waste a moment and tugged Stiles closer,

“Did you get any news from anyone? “

“What, not even a kiss?”

“Stiles”

“A hug maybe? “

“Stiles!”

“Nyet, Derek, I got nothing. Zilch. Nada. I don’t know, maybe the forest’s aura is too thick so the messages are not going through. You know, like wifi on the subway.”

“What’s wifi?”

“Oh.My.God.Dude.” Stiles sighed. “Tell you what, I’m gonna try contacting Lydia, if anyone knows what’s going on, it would be her.” The boy’s hand waved around, little sparks flickering on the tips of his long fingers, and  a silver fox sprung into the air and disappeared into the night.

“A Patronus spell?”

“Yes, magic barrier of the forest doesn’t work on Patronuses, so hopefully we’ll know what’s going on soon.”

Derek let out an exasperated sight. “Look, I mean no disrespect, it’s just… I feel something weird around us, it makes my skin crawl.”

“Like what?”

“Like… eyes. Cold, dead eyes watching our every move. Like those dolls in horror movies – you know, they just sit there, and only their eyes move. Super creepy. Makes hair on my neck stand up.”

“You watch horror movies but don’t know what Wifi is?”

“What?”

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Look around us, Derek, and tell me what you see.”

Derek huffed in frustration, “Oh, I don’t know, Stiles, trees, grass, flowers, dirt, bugs, annoying people.”

“It’s the middle of December, Derek, we should be up to our buttcracks in snow! All Bialowieza did so far is shield us – not just from the death eaters, but from the weather itself. So don’t even think…”

“What if it’s not the forest?”

“Chto?” (*what?)

“Stiles, what if the eyes, the cold that I feel is not the forest, but whoever is searching for us? That attack was too well organized, we can’t be sure no one followed us here…”

Derek watched as color drained from Stiles’s face. “But that means we weren’t getting any messages because Baba Bela’s aura is too thick… And that also means my Patronus just gave our location away!”

They cursed in unison and dashed closer to the children. At that same moment Derek saw the glow crawl up in the darkness. Not the warm woody glow the forest was filled with around them, but a cold, silent fog, like a breath from the grave. Wherever it touched, the grass withered, the flowers shrunk, covered in blight, and fell to the ground as grey flakes of ash.

Stiles managed to wake and round up the children when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

“Derek, did you say dolls?”

“Yes, why?”

“Holy shit, It’s Koshei. Koshei the Deathless, and what you saw are his golems!”

He ran to Derek and whispered, careful not to scare the children. “Derek, if it is really him, we need to get out of here, right now, or we are FUCKED.”

“Is he that dangerous?”

“He makes your Voldemort look like an angel. He started with torture, forbidden magic, dabbed into necromancy and now is so despicable, so nasty, that even the Death itself refuses to get its hands dirty and take him.”

“And the golems?”

“Could be corpses under his spell, could be just clay and dirt figurines doing his bidding. If they are clay, our magic won’t be strong enough to destroy them, they’ll  just reconstitute back and multiply.”

“How far are we from the portal?”

“Not even half way through to it. We need a short cut. Get the children ready, we are running on my mark.”

Derek reached for his wand and herded the younglings into the pairs. The warmth of the forest seemed to dim as the fog moved in closer; the dread and horror started to fill Derek’s mind but he cursed it away- he had children and Stiles to protect.

"Babcia Białowieża proszę wskaż nam najkrótszą drogę, byśmy nie zginęli w ciemności" (*Grandma Bielowezha, please show us the fastest way, don't let us perish in the darkness") – Stiles’s voice rang over the thick earthy air and Derek heard, no, felt, the old trees screech and leaves flatter, sending the echo further and further away. Then the forest let out a sigh, a gasp of wind whispering through the treetops, and suddenly mushrooms started popping up on the ground, their little hats lighting the way.

“RUN!”

They bolted, Stiles leading the way and Derek closing the line, spouting protective spells one after another. The darkness around them groaned, and the sickly white fog spilled forward. They ran as fast as they could, Derek feeling the bony hands and sharp nails grabbing at his shoulders, until the forest came to life, heavy branches intertwining and catching the golems’ hands, old roots twisting and breaking bodies, slowing the golems down. The growth became thicker and thicker until only it remained, a living wall between the fog and the children. Derek sent a mental thank you and promised to give gratitude in person, if he survived.

Soon after the mushroom path led them into a vast, open plane. The only dirt road in sight twisted and turned into a small roadhouse with a border pillar next to it about two miles away from their position. Stiles let out a happy shrill and sped up.

While Derek made sure children followed him to the post, leaving the Puscha and the fog behind, a new sense of unease made his ears tingle.

He looked back at the forest but neither fog nor the golems were anywhere to be seen, when a large shadow darted above the clouds, blocking the sun for a second. His heart skipped a bit and the fear filled his veins yet again, but it was a different kind of dread, something he couldn’t…

A bell rang across the cold emptiness of space, echoing in Derek’s head and almost making him black out from the sudden pain. He looked around but the children were fine, and Stiles- of course it was Stiles, had a big school bell in his hand, shaking it like his life depended on it (it probably was). He stopped for a second and looked at the older Hufflepuff, “Der, are you ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just – the bell is too loud”.

Stiles stopped moving, “What? Only animals and other creatures can hear it, what do you mean it’s too loud…”

Suddenly the huge shadow sprawled across the clouds, and Derek finally recognized the shape.

It was a dragon.

It had three heads.

And it was diving right for them.

“Run!”

“Derek, wait!”

“Everybody, run!”

“Stop, you idiot!”

“It’s a dragon, Stiles!”

“No, Derek, it is Gosha!”

That every second the ground shook and the dragon landed right behind Stiles, all three heads staring right at him. A humongous black serpent with mouths full of razor-sharp teeth and a very unfriendly look in their eyes. The dragon puffed out a ring of smoke that hit Stiles in the back and the boy turned around to greet him.

“Put.The Bell. Down.”

The serpent’s voice rumbled deep from within his belly with a hiss, like viscous lava melting the stones it touches. His wings spread wide, blocking the sky, scales thick and glistening with hidden fire. The eyes were glowing ambers with cat-like irises, and even though Derek was frozen in fear and sweating bullets, on the back of his mind he noted that this serpent was both the most beautiful and horrifying member of the species he’s ever seen in his, as of now, unfortunately short, life.

“Gorynych!” (*Gregoriy Gorynych, diminutive name- Gosha, species: Serpentus Vile, typica: Ignis Conspuentibus; current occupation: Aerial border patrol agent for Russian Magic Ministry of Frontier Defense, on probation).

One head turned to Stiles and … they started chatting in Russian like good old friends. Derek’s overwhelming feeling of dread changed into surprise and then disbelief. He was about to cautiously call Stiles when a second head turned and bowed down closer to him.

“if you want to ask something, you can ask me.”

“Ahm…”

“I’m the only head that speaks English.”

Oh…

“Why… couldn’t we teleport? Stiles said…”

“Miezsko talks too much. All portals are closed until order from the Palace.“ (*Miezsko- diminutive form of Mieczysław)

“Why?”

“I don’t know. They never tell me shit.”

While melting under the scrutinizing gaze of the dragon, Derek realized how strategically the dragon has positioned himself upon landing -his huge body was directly between them and the forest, the wings stretched out and curled around the children for more protection against both the possible attack and the windchill, and the third head silently watching the forest and the plain for any sign of danger.

Derek finally admitted to himself that, despite the sheer craziness of the situation, this was very, very cool.

“So we’ll have to go on foot?”

“I called a taxi.”

With that the first head started arguing with Stiles who was gesticulating energetically; the second head turned away and joined the spat.

“Yes, great idea, to send a Patronus when enemies are looking for you.”

“We didn’t know! And where were YOU, may I ask? Surely not at your post!”

“We saw the fox, and took to the skies. Didn’t know where exactly you would come out of the Forest, so had to look around, you dumb shit.”

“Oh, you surely have a big mouth!”

“Yes, and you’ll end up in it if you don’t stop talking smack.”

Derek felt like he reached a new plane of existence just by watching Stiles arguing with a bloody fire-breathing serpent, but decided to just let it go. His attention returned to the third head, which, he realized, was not as much watching their backs and the forest behind them, but staring longingly into the distance, a sad and deeply thoughtful expression on his face, if that was even possible.

Curiosity won.

Derek poked Gorynych’s shoulder and asked the English-speaking head, nodding to the third one, “What’s up with him?”

The second head grinned.

“Ah, he sent a love poem to someone he fancies and she hasn’t responded back, so he is sulking.”

The two non-sulking heads broke into a deep hearted laugh, and the third one hissed, dramatically rolled his eyes and turned away.

“So where is our ride?” – Stiles materialized next to Derek. 

Damn whose Slavs and their ninja abilities.

“Why, have some patience, yes? She’ll be here in a mi… Ah ty, suka!” (*You, son of a bitch)

Gorynych’s pupils went wide and pitch-black, scales ruffled and suddenly all three heads turned away from the children and fired, showering the plain with a burst of flames. Derek felt the heat singe his eyebrows, and grabbed Stiles’s hand while the children squealed in horror as the air around them lit up.

That’s when Derek saw what Gorynych was trying to kill- dozens, no, hundreds of shadows surrounding them, invisible to the naked eye – but obvious now, as they melted away in the dragon flames, without making one sound. No screams of pain, no shouts of horror, just bodies burning and silently falling to the ground.

Dead do not scream.

“Incendio!” – Derek whipped his head around and saw a first-year Hufflepuff girl send a spell right across the chest of one of the golems that sneaked up on Gorynych with a long spear;

“Incendio!” – a second-year Slytherin echoed on her left, and the golem relented, botches of rotten flesh falling off the bones along with the spear, leaving it powerless.

Derek teared up, because the dragon flames around him were making him do so, of course, not because the children’s bravery just made his heart sing.

Gorynych smiled at the children, gently, and then smashed what remained of the body into a muddy pulp with one swing of his giant tail.

“Oh, that’s nasty!” Stiles hurled the children closer to Gorynych’s belly and stood between them and the fire. “Where is our ride, Gosha?”

“No time!”

Gorynych twirled all his three fire-breathing heads, making an impenetrable wall of fire around the children, and barked something in Russian. One of the heads laid on the ground and Stiles rushed the younglings onto the dragon’s back. Derek didn’t ask, just followed, and two seconds later with one swap of Gorynych’s huge wings they were up in the air, leaving the golems and still burning blotches of fire below and behind them.

They didn’t get far.

“Gosha, DROP!”

Stiles’s warning came a second too late.

The serpent twisted and dived, but still was not fast enough- a blotch of dark fog hit him in the tip of right wing and he groaned, pain visibly rippling through his body. Derek noticed that the spot where it hit started to crust over, turning into the stone. One of the heads wrapped around the children while Gorynych balanced out on the remaining wing and all of them braced for the hard fall.

They hit the ground, the impact sending Derek flying through the air, but the soft snow stopped his bones from breaking. He was shaking, from the pain, adrenaline and fear, and stopped for a moment to catch a breath.

“Gosha!” – a little Hufflepuff girl stared at the serpent’s wing that was now almost fully turned into stone. Her forehead was bleeding and she was on the verge of tears.

One head turned and nuzzled her gently, “I am dark, little one. I’ll turn into stone for some time, but survive. You though…”

“The black dread? That son of a bitch released the black dread?!!” Stiles was screaming, cheeks red with anger, fists shaking.

“Stiles, explain!”

“The black dread, the unholy blight, there are many names to it, it’s the nastiest filthiest shit of a spell that Koshei came up with. If it hits dead bodies, it turns them into golems. If it hits living people- it creeps up to their hearts, and hollows them out from the inside. Imagine being locked in your own body while it’s slowly turning into a corpse, unable to do anything while he makes you kill your own family. And you can’t even scream, can’t cry - just watch and rot. We can’t beat this, it…it is a level one type of spell, and it requires a sacrifice to wipe it out…”

A blood-red lightning sipped through the air close to them, absolutely silent, and the dark fog started sipping from below where it hit the ground.

“Shit!”

Stiles and Derek simultaneously sent a confining spell to stop the fog from spreading but the black cloud just swallowed it and doubled in size.

Stiles grabbed Derek’s hand and pulled him in for a quick kiss, “Whatever happens.” – his eyes were wide and moist and he looked so young…

Gorynych managed to turn the still flesh-and-bone part of his body and block the group from the fog with the other wing but the crust sped up and a few seconds later- just enough for two older boys to grab the children and stand between them and the blight – he was a stone statue, unmoving and cold, only fire and smoke still lingering around his mouths.

Stiles pushed Derek behind him and screamed, “Run! I’ll hold it off!”

Derek stumbled, dumbfounded, how could Stiles possibly think he could hold it off…

It requires a sacrifice.

“No!!” Derek’s hand darted forward to grab Stiles back, to drag him away from a certain death, that stupid suicidal sacrificial idiot, when the time stopped.

No. Derek corrected himself after a moment of thought.

It froze.

He could feel his blood moving, his heart still beating in his chest.

One.

Two.

The blight stretched forward, above and around Stiles’s protection spell, slowly, like a deadly mucus…

Then someone tapped Derek on the shoulder, and he fell back into the normal flow of time.

He didn’t even turn to see who that was, he just sped forward and dragged Stiles away from the fog, but it was too late- he could see a little blotch of black that grazed Stiles’s shoulder. Stiles’s head was spinning and he grabbed onto Derek,

“What happened?”

A small hand pinched him right above the blotch, and a beautiful pattern of frost spread around it, making Stiles shiver.

That’s when they finally saw her.

A young girl, no older than twelve, with porcelain skin, snow-white shimmering hair, rosy cheeks and the bluest eyes Derek has ever seen.

Stiles looked starstruck.

“It can’t be. You can’t.. you’re a fairy tale, a myth!”

The girl didn’t stop to respond, instead she ran back to her ride, a sled with intricate pattern of snowflakes carved into the wood, three gorgeous white horses in the harness, and a bunch of Hogwarts children packed onto the seats. She clapped her hands and a layer of snow fell onto the children, turning into the fluffiest dawn blanked Derek could imagine. 

“December!”

Her voice rang crystal clear, and the horse in the middle neighed.

“Catch the North wind, ride straight to the palace and never look back. Go!”

The horses pranced and bolted, twisting the air around them into a whirlwind of snow, and disappeared beyond the horizon.

Derek hurdled Stiles closer, unwilling to let go for even a second. “Who is she?”

“Snegurochka. The Snow maiden. Granddaughter of Father Frost. And her horses- December, January and February, the fastest horses in all of Russia…Wait, why did you leave us behind?”

Snegurochka turned around, her pretty face full of concern and wisdom beyond her age.

“You won’t make it that far. Derek, it is your name, right? You have to take him to Baba Yaga. She is the only one who can burn the blight out of him. I slowed it down…but I cannot heal it.You have to go.”  

She motioned ahead and the reality wrapped itself into a tunnel; instead of a snowy plane there was suddenly a forest- a different one, with tall pines and sunshine and a small road winding around the trees until it disappeared out of sight.

He held Stiles tighter and marched on, then realized,

“You are staying behind?”

Snegurochka smiled, unfazed, “If I don’t stop it, it will hurt the forest and all non-magic villages around us. I cannot let that happen. Go. I’ll be just fine.”

Derek obliged, and hurried up, almost carrying Stiles’s weight in his arms, because Stiles looked like he was in and out of it. The blight was slowly spreading, thin black lines crawling out of the dot in the center. Stiles suddenly jerked, as if waking up from a dream, and looked at Derek.

“Where is she?”

“She stayed behind. Stiles, we need to go…”

“No, we need to go back, she can’t stop it, she can’t! Derek, she’s going to…”

Derek turned back, only to see a small girly figure in blue silk with snow-white hair standing fearless and proud in front of a mountain of black fog that roared and launched at her. And at that very moment the figure dissipated into a blinding explosion of light; the air around the boys rang with the force of the blast wave, centennial pines bowing almost to the ground, snow hurling into the air. A brightest Aurora splashed across the sky and was gone; the snow settled slowly,shimmering,  and Derek could finally see where Snegurochka stood facing the blight just a moment ago. The black cloud was gone, but so was she.

Stiles chocked, “She melted.”

“What?”

“Derek, she melted.” The anguish in Stiles’s voice was palpable, and a tear ran down his cheek. “She melted away…”

“Stiles.” Derek cupped the boy’s face in his hands and brought their foreheads together.

“Stiles, listen to me. She said she was going to be fine. And you know what? I believe her. Now, we should go. You are getting worse, your lips are already blue and I don’t know how far this Baba Yaga lives. We need to go. Can you do that for me?”

Stiles nodded, grabbing onto Derek’s shoulder.

They walked on the path, both shivering, and Derek hoped with all his heart that whoever this Baba Yaga was, she was waiting for them.

And she was.

[scarfacemarston]

⏰ 🎸 🌶 :D

Are you an early bird or a night owl?: Well. I have a seizure disorder so that really affects the way I sleep. If I have episodes, I sleep in very late. Right now, I go to bed relatively late and then get up around 9:00. So I guess that makes me a night owl. Now, if someone asks me to leave the house at 7 or 8, I’m like, hell no! I want to be in my pjs. lol Music: Prince!!!! I’ll see what else is on my list. Fleetwood Mac! Can’t believe I nearly forgot them. Pink Floyd, Tears for Fears, ELO,  Hozier, Florence and the Machine. Lots of oldies. I like musicals, too. Can I handle spicy foods?: If you mean spicy as in “Ouch. Spicy!” Then no. I’m a big baby. lol Now, I’m Slavic so I use a lot of horseradish, dill, paprika, etc. Ironically, I’m allergic to mustard and black pepper. Weird. I know.

[commander-minkowski]

liveblogggggg !

beware spoilers under the cut

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a;lnowai;rhfd;aoiwrej fd;lj BAIT AND SWITCH PETER MONOLOGUE FUCK!

....”I Am Alone” did not expect the ouch that early....

ca;oseijifeorpusfidj BIG ILLEGAL FAMILY

“not one of us is even in the top ten thousand of the galaxy”cns;dkfjals  lay into them babe

!we love a captain who prioritizes empathy and teamwork!

“juno and peter will be busy tonight” ....he did it. joshua ilon made a verbal keysmash. with his mouth

“old friends” JESUS

..peter....this much compartmentalizing is unhealthy take it from me

“rule one of thieving” fUCK ME UPPPP

WHAT DO YOU NEED THE MONEY FOR. EXTREMELY QUICKLY. for WHAT. debts to WHOM

wait. GALA?!

note to self: draw juno in his “brighter than suns” gown

NEWLYWEDS

thank you sophie kaner and kevin vibert for my life

GOD this boy is so CALCULATING

“guy hides out for a year, he must be pretty shook up” andslacjdls;f oh juno....

flirting .... confident ..... our lady’s living his best life ...... I’m so proud

GOD these stupid kids are so in love ......

correctly gendered slavic surname endings?!?! in my queer space opera?!?! it’s more likely than you think

“the future can wait indefinitely”.....oof......

[multifandom--imagine]

(requested by anon)

➽ How did you meet

• Your meeting was particularly unusual. If it was at the wrong time it is quite questionable. • You met in a hospital, the day of the death of your grandmother, your second mother, as well as "guardian angel".

• The doctors contacted you because you were one of the closest relatives and after communicating your death, they asked you to come and give a final greeting.

• And it was that day that you met him, before entering her room, you noticed an old man who was absorbed in watching your grandmother's helpless body, caressing her head.

• You had never seen that man, so untidy you doubted he could be acquaintance of your grandmother (lady of the order and cleaning).

• But you didn't pay much attention to his presence, not even when it came out of the room, giving you the chance to enter.

• In a blink of an eye he disappeared into the corridor, leaving behind a heavy smell of tobacco and alcohol.

• You met him again at your grandmother's funeral. It was a rainy and cold day, like your mood, bitter and empty.

• You looked at the coffin that was swallowed by the earth, without noticing the presence of the old man next to you.

• It was his scruffy stink that made you wake up from your depressive state.

• "My God, does it seem like smoking time?" you said at the edge of the nervous.

• The man gave you a quick glance, settling the dusty rustic jacket and taking the consummate cigarette between his fingers he blew the heavy smoke in his face and giggling he said to you "I'm not afraid of cancer"

• This sentence sent you on a rampage.

• "Well the person who was burying under the earth has been cut short by a cancer, so if you want to keep on being a asshole, you can take your fetid jacket and go fuck yourself" you whispered through clenched teeth and threateningly approached the figure of man.

• The man smiled almost amused at your words ... ah silly human, if only you had known who you were against.

• "I remembered your grandmother, very kind and faithful, surely you didn't take a shit from that good woman" he ventured to comment on the man. • "My grandmother never told me about you, probably because people like you didn't count for shit for her"

• Ouch! Someone has just touched a sore point in Czernobog's soul.

• Without thinking too much about it, the man took a last plentiful shot at a cigarette, then took the butt and threw it on your shoes and without saying anything else left, leaving you in the cemetery all alone.

• THAT’S A BINGO! EH EH EH

• However the story does not end here.

• "The most lovable man in the world" came back a few days at the bar where you worked as a waitress.

• He had ordered several drinks and well ... he was drunk to say the least.

• He was so drunk that he almost fought with another client, threatening to smash his testicles with his hammer.

• ...... ok?

• It is pointless to say that a couple of punches and that lout, half Russian and half American, lay on the floor of your senseless bar.

• Your boss was going to leave the body on the street, but as much as you hated that piece of shit, you would never have had the courage to let him make that end so cruel, it wasn't what your grandmother had taught you.

• so you decided to drag it to your apartment. You lived practically above the bar where you worked.

• But obviously you threw it on the sofa and then you took refuge in the room, collapsing exhausted from sleep.

• The next morning you woke up and going to the kitchen you realized that your apartment smelled terribly of alcohol.

• so you opened all the windows to let the air change, making Czernobog wake with a start.

• "What the fuck..." he said through gritted teeth and then stared at you in shock for a few seconds "We didn't fuck, right?" he asked you in no uncertain terms.

• You looked at him unkempt, shaking his head.

• The expression of the man seemed disappointed for a few seconds, only to shrug, adding a sustained “Luckily".

• whatta.piece.of.cosmic.shit.

• "Anyway you are in my apartment and I do not accept that you scrunch everything, then lift your ass and go and wash, as it should" you said in a stern tone indicating the bathroom.

• With a lazy line the ancient god went to the bathroom to wash as requested.

• When he came out of the bathroom he smelled decidedly clean even though the aroma of tobacco did not give up.

• his gaze settled on your butt, because you had your shoulders busy preparing breakfast.

• He would probably have thrown you a slap on the ass if he wasn't reported for sexual harassment.

• You turned towards him sipping a cup of coffee and schairendoti the voice you said: "Anyway you should thank me, I saved your ass. If it wasn't for me, my boss would have thrown you on the roadside"

• "Thanks..." he murmured too proudly.

• "Sorry? I didn't hear you right"

• "I said thank you, fuck"

• "If you know my grandmother, you will already know my name"

• "(y/n)" he said without blinking "You have a nice shit name" he added, as he looked out the window, lighting a cigarette.

• "Then what's your name, asshole?"

•"Czernobog"

•"You have a shitty name than mine"

➽ Skinship n’ cuddles

• Old marpion

• As I said before, he would be very tempted to give you some pats on the ass, but in the early days of your relationship Czernobog prefers to stay on his own.

• Only when the situation becomes more intimate then the old god brings out the beast in him.

• Your first kiss was one of the most intense.

• You were probably entertaining with your usual pungent conversations, but then a long exchange of glances was enough to completely reverse the situation.

• Czernobog got up from the sofa and advancing quickly towards you, he took you by the hips and slammed you gently against the wall.

• in less than a second your lips attacked in a fierce languid struggle.Your tongues sought each other out, creating sensual snaps and perverse verses.

• Probably the old god would grab your face with one hand, to subdue you even more and with a predatory gesture would bite your lower lip until a small trickle of blood came out.

• needless to say, you slapped him in the face.

•despite the somewhat ferocious contacts, Czernobog also has its tender side.

•Especially when it's sad. A striking example is the death of Zorya.

•You found him on the couch, dark and with a cigarette in his hand. He did not utter a word and his eyes were empty.

•But when he felt your delicate hand tracing the outline of his hollow and wrinkled face, he couldn't help but let his face fall on your chest, letting bitter tears fall on his cheeks.

•Probably the night would end with you two embracing on the sofa, while the arms of the old god wrapped your soft and young body, so fragile and precious, while its nostrils intoxicated with the white perfume of your living skin.

• Your nights of passions are certainly the most brutal in the world. Trapped clothes, broken bed, neighbors complaining about the constant mess. In short, we understood each other.

•Surely his favorite position is the doggy style or simply squeeze yourself between his body and the wall.

• your ass will turn purple for continuous spanking

➽ Arguments

• Arguing with Czernobog is a daily and frequent thing.

• This god is practically born to discuss and be melodramatic and the war obviously accentuates all the components.

• surely your most serious and heavy quarrel was when you found out he was a god. You have almost destroyed your home as well as your relationship.

• probably, you would try to stay calm, but instead he would immediately start to fight with cruel and angry tones.

• you would probably both end up throwing the house objects at you and cursing each other.

• Even if cruel Czernobog would never dare raise his hands with you or beat you, he would never forgive him. Rather it insults you heavily, it still doesn't do you any honor.

• In the end, you would be chasing him from home in the worst cases and he wouldn't show up for days and weeks. He would probably show himself around as if nothing had happened.

• Rare times he apologizes, put your soul in peace

➽ Dates

• Let's be clear, Czernobog hates the city as much as the new gods.

• Probably on special occasions it would lead you to take some walks in the countryside or in the woods, and although you suck, he would insist on hunting animals or telling you how he killed cows.

• Often it takes you to some bar or pub, nothing fancy, after all it is Czernobog.

• He probably will never introduce you to other gods, he would be too afraid to put you in danger.

• Sometimes you spend whole afternoons at home playing chess or drafts, or watching a few films on netflix together.

➽ Some of your conversations

you: "So why did you and my grandmother know each other?"

Czern: "Well you know your grandmother has Slavic origins"

you: "And ... then?"

Czern: "I am one of the many gods who prayed, and probably after her death, I lost the only faithful fuck I had left"

you: "You what ?!"

Czern: "What the fuck are you yelling at, woman? I'm the fucking god of death so what?"

***

Czern: "Zorya is dead"

you: "I'm sorry ..."

Czern: "Do you want to know what the fucking funny thing is?"

you: "..."

Czern: "is that a fucking god of death shouldn't give a fuck about who dies or not, we will all sooner or later, woman. Yet although I am aware that if the new gods don't take you away from me, it will be my own hammer that kills you, I think I would go mad more than I am already seeing you dead, rather I'd rather kill myself "

#12

– Taiga 🐯

[trinity-blood-translations]

Trinity Blood Prequel 1999 Sneaker Edition Translation

Translation by Kaidou See original post and comment / discuss on the community forum: https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/trinityblood/trinity-blood-prequel-1999-sneaker-edition-transla-t3101.html#p40001009

                                                  Prologue

The man who came from the Vatican and— The beautiful woman swordsman— Under the full moon, the "hunting" begins— Trinity Blood prequel ---  in the Slovenia history of slavic people, a vampire fights to protect a region because they [krusnik] (kr(e)snik) safeguard those who exist in faith. ('slavic vampire folklore' Kurihara Shigeo).

The chapel was filled with light. In the room of this tranquil God it was as if time had stopped. Dozing in the pure atmosphere, pigeons everywhere rested their wings for an afternoon nap, and for the beautiful woman in a red clerical robe, she casually sat down on a bench. [Your Excellency ......] From the direction of the corridor came a reserved voice, and behind a monocle, a thin eyelid opened. Languid ash-colored eyes raised. [Sorry to disturb the height of your prayer. A report about the "hunt" is here.] [The Lutetium matter, isn't it?] While looking up at the fresco paintings decorating the colossal dome, the woman responded with an indifferent voice. At the center was God's child crucified, the sacred work drawn with splendid brushwork. [The parish priest and twelve civilians murdered in a blood robbery...... what is the progress?]  [In fact, a small difficult thing happened...... the "Empire" has emergency information.] Before the eyes of the woman, there was nothing in the vacant space until a hologram floated to the surface---a transparent white, young woman with a handsome face. [It's the only daughter of the Paris Earl murdered thirty years ago. When the mansion was attacked by Hunters, this daughter escaped by means of a cliff to the "Empire" for asylum, but they no longer know her whereabouts from before January. Presumably, it seems she returned to her homeland for revenge.] [Oh my. Of all the bad things at a time like this...... did you take any measures?] [Yes, we dispatched a hunter to Lutetium yesterday. Hopefully, the case will be resolved before the arrival of the daughter. If not in time, the daughter will be "dealt with"......] [Good. By the way, who is the hunter?] In regards to the question, there was a brief period of hesitation from the corridor. But, suppressing those feelings the voice soon returned. [According to the discipline report, <Krusnik>...... scheduled to arrive tonight.] [Very well. Also, please let me know if there is any movement.] [Yes......] Eyes closed again as the woman returned to meditation, but the person in the corridor seemed to remain uncomfortable. [What is it?] [N, no, that...... can we use a person who is forever cursed like that? If the other cardinals know this important state matter, what is to be said......? ["We" refers to who?] [We — we the Vatican.] [Is that so...... and the Vatican? What is the Vatican?] [Those who protect the Son of Man, humanity's last line of defense to destroy the devils with a sword of justice, the leaders in the recovery of "Armageddon"......] [And from the ancient times of God.] From a skylight poured the soft autumn sun to dye the nearby cross alter white. The lips of the woman who looked at it raised in a sharp smile. [Yes, we are the divine enforcement of this world. What people on earth have the ability to blame us? Not to mention, the result is a holy war if the night race accomplish an attack on us.] Shaking out her luxurious golden hair, the clerical robe of the woman who stood up fluttered gorgeously like a Valkyrie war costume, and her delicate fingers carried a high-office staff that glittered sharp like the sword of the archangel Michael. [Report that Krusnik is to give strict pursuit! A city disturbed at night, the authority of our God stained by the faithless, exterminate them regardless so not one person is spared!] [Yes!] The chapel was full of white light. Countless pigeons all at once fluttered. [Deus, misereor nobis Tortuna Invincem ...... amen.][1] Looking up at the flock fly away to the light of the blue sky, the woman in a clerical robe murmured quietly. 

[1] What do you guys think? The Latin at the end is a bit confusing for me despite being directly lifted from the Sneaker I think there was a translation error by the publishers. I wasn't sure if I should have corrected it on not, but the Kanji reads [O Lord, Have Mercy on the Fate Crossing Us... Amen].

                                                   Part I [So, I said—once in a while I want to breathe fresh air outside......] The tall young man pushed up his glasses, round like the bottom of a milk bottle, and swung his old-fashioned briefcase. On the chest of his simple black priest cassock, a large cross idly swayed. [Then "Come smoke to your heart's content." I was told among other things, and that same day a business trip to a country like this...... it’s a terrible story. I wonder if there's no God in this world?] [The work of a traveling priest is odd] The woman walking beside the young priest chimed in poisonously. The extremely beautiful woman was encased in a high dress that exposed her explicit body. This lonely street at night was a suitable distance from the party venue. [But, Father. I want to give thanks to that superior. Because it's thanks to that I was able to leave together with the Father like this...... my companions at that place had become annoying, but if it’s just the Father, I feel relieved truthfully. You see, there’s a lot of ruckus now don’t you think? A woman shouldn't walk the streets at night] The beautiful woman entwined her fingers on the arm of the priest gently. Sending him a seductive smile, she whispered meaningfully. [Truthfully, to be able to meet the dreamy Father like this just now...... surely, this also appears to be a summon from God] [A, ahahaa! N, no, dreamy, not really...... no, truly the wisdom of the Lord is infinite! The sons of man to speculate a matter is the height of disrespect! B, by the way......] While speaking of the various little aspects of religious consideration just now, the priest wiped away non-existent sweat. Taking the opportunity, he pointlessly looked around. [By the way, what is this place? Why hasn't the town church come yet?] [Very soon...... very soon it will, Father] The priest and the beautiful woman — the somewhat unbecoming couple was walking up a slightly elevated hill. Below, the tall steeple illuminated by two moons dropped a long shadow. Rising from the plaza on the other side of the river was the Arc de Triomphe, built by the generals and emperors of ancient times. The main street preceding "Armageddon" — the old town called the blockade district, had kept the vestiges of the ancient era when this poor remote region city was called the 'Capital of Flowers'. [Err, strange eh? Away from the new city misfortune increases...... um, is it really this road?] [This place is called Shadow Hill...... alias the Devil's Hill. Formerly, it was the residence of the evil demons that ruled the city Lutetium. Look at that] On the hill huge ruins towered — it was an old mansion halfway burned down. [Once, three evil demons lived there...... the demons ruled the frightened people for a long time, and if someone opposed them even just a little, the defeated met a miserable death] [The Earl of Paris household...... over hundreds of years, those people of the night reigned in Lutetium] Even if corrupt he was still a clergyman. The young priest nodded with a knowing look. [However, thirty years ago, brave hunters attacked the last head of the family, and I heard peace and the glory of God came to this land?] [Yes. The family head and his wife certainly died...... but, you know the daughter to the spouses?] The cobble street had come to the front of the mansion. The shadow of the ruins was terrifying, and thin fingers firmly entwined on the arm of the priest as the woman whispered quietly. [After the fight, the body of the daughter wasn't found in the end. Shaking off pursuit, she succeeded in escaping. And now, the grown daughter has come back to this town in order to get revenge on her enemy......] Since last month, twenty-three victims had already appeared. In addition there is nobody, not one person, that goes out after sunset. Except the attacker herself — and the clueless traveler. [T, that's it!? Wait a minute please? That mansion...... u, um, is it safe for us to approach that place? Perhaps it's very dangerous?] [Yes...... it's very dangerous here] Right then, the woman's steel-like fingers caught the sleeve of the priest. Within her white face, red lips painted with blood split. [Very dangerous, Father] White fangs peeked out of a crescent-shaped mouth, and the young priest was paralyzed in fear. [A Paris vampire!?] Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! From split lips burst out a savage yell. Leaving a trail of saliva to shine in the moonlight, sharp fangs neared the priest. For the canines about the size of a little finger, his neck seemed soft under the collar...... [...... boorish] Noise split the air, echoing in the night. The strength of her arm quickly disappeared, and the clumsy priest toppled over. [Owowow! W, what...... eek!] Before the eyes of the priest, the vampire raised herself to full height with eyes flared wide open. That terrible angry look grew at the strange long shadow in her neck, and the priest was once again paralyzed in fear. [Ouch......] Casually the dagger piercing her neck was extracted, and the vampire cast a look at the half-collapsed ruins. Eyes not blinking she stared at the shadow that stood motionless there. [Who interferes with my meal?] [...... a moon-viewing visitor] Black robe, black boots, and a black hood…… the swordsman dressed entirely in black replied coldly while a rapier was slipped out of the scabbard at their waist.

[sickeningradiances]

tagged by @cishethiruzen tysm!! ♥

What was your last

Drink: orange mirinda with ICE bc its SUMMER

Phone call: i dont remember but i dont talk to anyone else but momther

Last text: i just checked my texts and theyre all from bank and me asking the operator how much money i have...

Last song: Dehumanized by Disturbed

Last time I cried: its been some time! a good month! so im gonna say a month back from frustration

Have you ever dated anyone: i had.. 2 girlfriend and one boyfriend, who was a cishet, so in retrospect i hope he never finds out i discovered my gender

Kissed some one and regretted it: yep, im gonna say my ex bf

Have you ever been cheated on: not to my knowledge

Lost someone special: a few friends stopped talking to me, but im not mourning that anymore

Been drunk and thrown up: i havent been drunk for 3 years, but before that i did not throw up

List three favorite colors: gold, black, red (yes basic)

In the last year have you…

Made a new friend: yes it helped me a LOT with mental health

Fallen out of love: not yet but hopefully ill lose this stupid crush

Laughed till you cried: YEA when i killed ashe with my sparrow

Met someone who changed you: yes i’d say all of my new friends have helped me to become better

Found out who your true friends are: i guess?

Found out someone was talking about you: not to my knowledge.. Yet

Kissed someone on your FB friends list: i have no gotdamn idea whos on my fb friends list but i did not Kiss Anyone so either way no lmao

General

How many ppl do you know on your FB list irl: i have a feeling this thing is from facebook

Do you have any pets: MY CAT.... LIL SASKE, OR PIZZA JR i love him so much every day i am excited to come home to see him

Do you want to change your name: one day when i transition

What did you do for your last birthday: im Pretty sure i played overwatch as a highlight of the day

What time did you wake up today: 7:35 and i was late to work but 4 hours of sleep do that

What were you doing at midnight last night: gaming.. well i go to sleep at midnight so finishing up (and then i listened to mbmbam for 2 hours)

Something you cannot wait for: week in august when i’ll be home from work lmao AND destiny shadowkeep

Last time you saw your mother: this morning

What is one thin you wish you could change about life: about my life you kn ow... transition. but about life in general, im gonna say i wish climate change wasnt a thing and rich people wouldnt be killing planet but o Boy

What are you listening to right now: Walk away from the sun by Seether

Have you ever talked to a man named Tom: i dont think so?

What’s getting on your nerves: work... colleagues think i can write for 7 hours in this heat with my tired jello hands

Most visited website: ouch tumblr

Nickname: Pizza

Relationship status: single and dumbass

Zodiac sign: virgo

Pronouns: he/him

Fav tv shows: i dont remember..i dont really watch Anything but i do read books so here’s current two: ascension (obviously) and Ninefox Gambit (and rest of the triology) by Yoon Ha Lee

Hair color: brown, all red has grown out

Long or short: short

Height: 173cm..i think 5′7

Do you have a crush on someone: dont call me out

What do you like about yourself: i am really loving this new Can Read Books Pizza that ive never met before, i can finally focus on something for a while

Tattoos: constellation of virgo on my forearm, i want taurus next and capricorn after

Righty or lefty: right and i have to look at my arm everytime im trying to say sides

First surgery: none

First piercing: none agane

First best friend: in kindergarden i used to  have friend called Niki cause no one else liked me, so when she wasnt in for a day i just. sulked alone ajkfsk but also we could say my cousin michelle

First sport you joined: i liked and still like only volleyball

First pair of trainers: i dont fucking know

Right now

Eating: early dinner cause i had munchies

Drinking: same orange soda

Listening to: second one in same quiz.. well song changed so Words as Weapons by Seether (i am listening to only seether today for some reason)

Want kids: Not At All

Career: Ive always wanted to write or paint..but my interests dont hold for long

Which is better

Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kisses: casually hugs but i woudlnt mind kisses smh

Shorter or taller: Everyone Must Be Shorter Than Me

Romantic or spontaneous: rrromantic?

Nice stomach or nice arms: ?? arms? id say hands

Sensitive or loud: sensitive.. whatever but not loud

Hookup or relationship: relationship ig

Troublemaker or hesitant: i used to be troublemaker but now hesitant

Have you ever

Kissed a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: uhm yea im slavic

Lost glasses/contacts: never had glasses

Sex on the first date: i dont think ive had DATES but either way no

Broke someone’s heart: i think all of my exes broke up with me

Had your heart broken: yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Been arrested: lmao i dont go outside

Turned someone down: that would require people to ask me out lmao

Cried when someone died: i dont

Fallen for a friend: HEY I SAID DONT CALL ME OUT

Do you believe in

Yourself: IM TRYING

Miracles: hmmm depends

Love at first site: nnooo

Santa Claus: we  dont have santa lmao but i didnt believe in baby jesus for long either

Kiss on the first date: oh Yea

Angels: i want to but not christian angels.. just some supernatural beings

im tagging (sorry lmao i have no friends) @ashesucksatowofficial @artimidas @uchithot and @lady-efriyeet hi

[anchanted-one]

Age of Empires 2 post

AoE 2 is without any competition whatsoever, the most timeless game I have ever played. The first avatar was Age of Kings, which was AoE 1 superupgrade and its expansion Conquerors was even better. Both had interesting campaigns (story mode) although at the time they all had a ridiculously small population limit.

Once the studio moved on, a group of modders started working on a fan project called "The Forgotten Empires", which brought in five new civs and two new architecture types (Slavic and Italian) and was so good that they were paid for their work, which became an official expansion of the game. Since the day Forgotten Empires came out, there have been three further expansions (African Kingdoms, Rise of the Rajas, and the Last Khans, which is actually part of the new Definitive edition) each with at four new civilizations and campaigns.

Overall, Age of Empires 2 has only been getting better and better!

..... Which is why it has always PAINED me to see my one big issue never addressed (yeah, of course this was going to become a rant, I'm so sorry)

That issue was the Indian Civilization. It was added by the Forgotten Empires, so conception phase was handled by FANS rather than the studio. And they were largely influenced by the Age of Empires 3, in which Indians didn't have cavalry; only camels and elephants.

That was fine in Aoe3 for reasons I will not go into here.

But in Age 2, that is terrible. Why? Camels are purely anti-cavalry. Against virtually anything else, they're shit. Heavy cavalry has a role in the game (high damage, modestly resistant to ranged attack, and high HP) so they push the front lines and can harass enemy archers and siege weapons.

Light Cavalry can also perform this function to an extent but they are far more squishy.

Indians are the only non-mesoamerican civ to not have the Knight-line.

Actually, the Aztecs and Incas can now train heavy cavalry from stables converted by monks, which makes it so much more embarrassing for the Indians. The Scout Cavalry line is good, but you never miss the Knights so much as when they are denied to you.

Also, speaking from a real world perspective, India is big, and has much more than just desert. Heavy Cavalry (by which I mean horses) has always played a role in India, or at least enough to warrant having a heavy cavalry line in the game, so not having it... Yeah!

As for the Indian unique unit--the Elephant Archer--it has to be the most unnecessary unit in the game (several top players on YouTube agree with me on that one), and are silly because not only are there a ton of strong counters to them (pikes, enemy camels, skirmishers, and siege) but they are susceptible to conversion. Also, they don't really do too much damage: I'd much rather invest in crossbows and horse archers.

So, they have a high cost, not-too-impressive stats, and are liable to be turned against you by enemy monks. Ouch.

Also, where Japanese get Samurai, Britons get Longbowmen, Vikings get the Berserks... I feel, as an Indian, that we should have had a unit like Rajput, Sikh, Marathas, Cholas, or any other martial group.

When Rise of the Rajas came out, it brought with it Southeast Asian kingdoms: Khmer, Burma, Malay, and Vietnamese. All of these have a non-unique Battle Elephant line which kind of underscores the uselessness of Indian El Archers even more boldly.

So, yeah. Indians are a mid-to-low tier civilization whose only saving grace is its ability to boom and become an economic powerhouse.