#terra cruel

[mykristeva]

This Angry Age, Italian-French-U.S. drama (in English), featuring Silvana Mangano, Anthony Perkins, Richard Conte and Jo Van Fleet, dir. René Clément, written by Irwin Shaw and René Clément, based on the novel Barrage contre le Pacifique by Marguerite Duras. 1957. Bad copy but the only one available.

[novelist-becca]

Belos when he saw Terra’s crazy, child-endangering, creepy, no-personal-space ass: Yup. She’s the perfect coven head.

[d4rkh0ney]

My book rule: You can do a lotta things and with enough good writing and develeopment, I could probably forgive you.

You do smth to your sibling and I will wish for you to be obliterated.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

Paul Atreides x Reader

Request: „Paul Atreides falling in love with his father's younger wife, whom he recently married for political reasons, yet he remains loyal and in love with Jessica.‟

A/N: Request from anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. As always, I hope you will like reading my work, especially since this is my first attempt at writing for Paul Atreides.

Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.

She reminded him of a goddess , a being from ancient books that survived the destruction of Old Terra. She was beautiful like Aphordite , full of warmth as Hestia and innocent and sensitive as Persephone. Yet her eyes were full of sadness , like those belonging to Oizys.

And the young duke hated it.

He hated her sadness. The sadness which was caused by his own father. Leto Atreides married her , but there was no love between them , there was only darkness and misery that was draining the young woman from the inside. In Paul's eyes, his father's actions were cruel. He did not deserve such a delicate soul , and much less he deserve it to destroy it.

He tried , almost desperately , to understand the man when his eyes followed him with his own mother , but in vain. Because he loved the woman he could not have too much to forgive him for what he did to her.

So he stopped. He stopped looking for forgiveness , which never existed.

Instead, he surrendered to the arms of forbidden desire , surrendered to the feelings he had been hiding so deeply inside himself, surrendered to her will without her even knowing.

His shadow began to follow hers, her steps became his steps , her breath became his breath.

And suddenly Paul Atreides became everything to her that his father never was. He became her protector , her rock , her guardian , her savior.

But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He had to have more.

He found her in her chambers , she was sitting on one of the many cushions, reading. But when she felt a presence behind her she stopped , turning her head to the side , looking out of the corner of her eye at the young duke.

-Paul - she said softly , turning fully in his direction - What brings you to me? - she asked him , closing the book , which suddenly no longer seemed interesting to her.

He didn't answer , not immediately.

But as the silence lengthened between them , the tension begin to grow as well.

-I want you - he replied suddenly , and despite the seriousness of the sentence his voice was composed , remarkably calm.

-What? - the woman whispered, shocked.

His words seemed to cut through the air like the sharpest knife, leaving behind a mark that was impossible to erase.

-I want you - he repeated , slowly approaching her figure.

She watched his movements , stopping only when the brunet kneeled before her.

-But you already have me - she said , placing her hand on his pale cheek.

Paul grabbed her wrist and closed his eyes allowing her addictive scent to dull his senses.

-Not in the way I would have wanted - he confessed , tasting her soft skin with his lips.

At his words, the woman pulled her hand from his hold , moving away from her husband's son.

-We can't. You know it's forbidden - she announced, furrowing her eyebrows.

-I know - he responded , getting up from his knees to approach her yet again - But no matter how cruel the truth is , my father does not love you , he never will. And I hate him for it, I hate him for marrying a woman he is not able to love.

-The world has always been cruel Paul. You cannot change it , you are in no position to. You are not a god - she said with a shadow of sorrow in her voice , feeling tears involuntarily flow into her eyes.

-But I can change the part of the world you belong to.There will be no more misery , no more pain - he declared, approaching her , trapping her between the wall and himself.

-Don't say that. I am begging you , don't say that - she whispered , closing her eyes, trying to push the brunet away from her, but to no avail.

The man kissed her cheekbones , nuzzling his face into her thick locks.

-Tell me the truth - he asked , but was met with silence - Tell me the truth - he repeated , but his voice no longer sounded familiar.

-I love you more than life itself Paul. I'm willing to die if it means I can taste your lips, even for a slight moment - she admitted, but although her words were sincere, it seemed to her as if someone pulled them out of her, without her permission.

-And I love you - he said - And believe me when I say this. I will never stop loving you. My love for you will only cease to exist when the sun will rise in the west and set in the east , when the seas go dry and mountains will blow in the wind like leaves.

-One day , you will regret those words Paul Atreides - she professed , feeling her breathing become more shallow and her eyes more clouded.

-Never - he growled , before attacking her full, pink lips.

His kisses were the opposite of him. They were burning , chaotic , dangerous.

But despite this , she desperately grabbed his shoulders , trying to pull him closer and closer. Their hands traveled over each other's bodies , as their lips tasted one another, never having enough. They seemed to have forgotten about everything except themselves.

Suddenly the mortal world no longer existed. There was no fear , sadness , or despair. In their place came lust , desire and love. Feelings that were forbidden to them.

But they didn't stopped.

They didn't stop when their bodies merged into one. They didn't stop when the first rays of sun appeared on the walls of her chambers.

They didn't stop because there was nothing strong enough to separate Paul Atreides from his goddess.

[tiredneutron]

Terrans

Humanity.

Listen well, for this is a tale of warning and of caution.

When humanity was first observed, many of the council thought they should be eradicated. A tumultuous and violent species who revelled in the destruction of their own kind. It was a close thing, but the council voted and humanity was allowed to develop - under the condition that none were to contact them until they were deemed ready.

Humanity never gave us the chance to do so.

They progressed their technology in timeframes yet unseen. They went from discovering electricity to landing on their own moon in a matter of decades - doing so with primitive technology, but it was a feat nonetheless.

From there they developed their own world - the space around their home planet Terra became a field of haphazard signals and messages, a bombardment of signals that interfered with our observational machinery. Due to this we weren’t ready when humanity ventured into the stars truly for the first time. They blasted themselves out of their atmosphere with controlled explosions of all things, their technology was nowhere near discovering antimatter coupling yet. Despite this they reached the edge of the quarantine zone within a matter of years, and we were discovered.

Despite our initial thoughts, humanity reacted very differently to us than expected. They didn’t wage wars on us, didn’t lay claim to our planets. They met us with unrestrained joy at finding others in the universe. They told us of their numerous attempts to reach out to us, and showed us some of their works of fiction that depicted how they imagined us (though they seemed to hide some others for reasons we couldn’t ascertain).

Humanity was welcomed into the stars, and they became commonplace. Their biology was baffling and their behaviour bizarre, but we accommodated them and they taught us how to work with them.

Centuries passed, and though the initial explorers were long gone, humanity had become a part of the council as low ranking members. Their species had become mostly peaceful, lowering their internal wars to less than skirmishes. Humanity’s violent and cruel nature seemed to have been tempered by the stars.

We were wrong.

From beyond the councils borders, beyond the observable space in the void, a threat appeared. They blasted through our sensors and demolished our border colonies in hours. Our intel on them was near zero due to the ferocity they annihilated our kin.

They reached the inner borders of the council, and the elder members prepared for a bitter battle. To our surprise, humanity asked to join the defence. They told us that their kin had settled on some of the border colonies, and that many had lost loved ones. We allowed humanity to join our last fight, even if we didn’t expect them to affect the battle.

We were wrong.

Many of my comrades who survived the battle have sleep terrors to this day. Not of the void settlers, but of the humans. The cruelty and viciousness we thought had disappeared from their culture came back with a vengeance. Who we had seen as scientists and farmers for centuries, comrades we had known for decades - they showed us that monsters don’t come from the void.

The void settlers never stood a chance. The council was barely able to get in formation before the battle was ended. If the void bringers tactics were ferocious, then the Terran’s were monstrous. For every ship they lost, every life they sacrificed, the void settlers lost a battalion, a planet’s worth of lives.

This loss brought the void settlers much shame and anger. They made a mistake that haunts me to this day. They used their speed to reach Terra before the council could relay to the humans the threat. Humanity watched as Terra split, as trillions of their families and non-fighting members were eradicated.

The fighting ceased. Humanity seemed to have frozen. Their fleets stopped dead in space and their communications went silent. Where humanity had been surrounded by wavelengths and frequencies that interfered with some technology still, the space around them became eerily silent, as though the death of the planet had killed even those off world.

The void settlers continued their attack on the council and disregarded Humanity. No need to worry about a broken opponent… Right?

They were wrong.

The Terran’s weren’t dead, or even broken. It was later revealed that the freeze had been due to grief. Humanity had lost its home world, but worse than that it had lost its peaceable citizens. The ones who should have been safe from the conflict.

All of humanity had watched, and all of humanity had grieved. But they were not broken.

The void settlers learnt this very soon.

Humanity descended on them in ways that made the last defence seem like a diplomatic discussion. We though we had seen the worst of humanity in our early observations. WE. WERE. WRONG.

Humanity has a saying “Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned”, but the council has adapted it: “The void hath no wrath like a Terran without a home”.

The void settlers were routed from every planet they had taken. They retreated to the void leaving behind their technology and supplies, not even taking the time to recover some of their teams. But the humans didn’t stop.

In a move that the council had forbidden for millennia, the humans flew into the void. The entirety of the Terran race disappeared into the blackness beyond space and wasn’t heard from for longer than we had known of them.

The council mourned their losses, but viewed their final act as something done out of the madness of their loss. The Terran’s were remembered as warriors, as fighters, but also as family. They became known to those of us who’d seen them fight as “The angels of Death”.

I never expected to see a Terran again, assumed that the void had devoured them and their destructive grief with them. But one day a vessel I was onboard, tasked with assessing possible colonies to rebuild in the border planets - it detected something.

The frequencies and wavelengths of data that had only ever been human in nature. They were coming from the void.

The council watched as humanity emerged unexpected for the second time.

The flagship docked with our observation vessel, and the leaders came aboard to see us. I vaguely recognised the captain. Their features so slightly similar to the grief driven warrior we’d watched descend into the void. We asked what had happened, and the captain responded with the most chilling visage I had seen since the first footage of the void settlers. Their baring of their teeth was savage and joyous. So similar to the expression we saw at first meeting, yet so distorted. In that moment I saw what could have happened if the Terran’s had waged war on us.

“We won.”

[probablyasocialecologist]

In place of blanks on the map, we’re now able to see highly cultivated landscapes with massive infrastructure stretching back to the early centuries BCE. Road networks, terraces, ceremonial earthworks, planned residential neighbourhoods, and regional settlement systems ordered into patterns of geometrical precision can be traced across Amazonia, from Brazil to Bolivia, as far as the eastern foothills of the Andes. In certain parts of Amazonia, the forest itself turns out to be a product of past human interaction with the soil. Over time, this generated the rich ‘anthropogenic’ earths called terra preta de índio (‘black earth of the Indians’), with levels of fertility far in excess of ordinary tropical soils. Scientists now believe that between 10,000 and 20,000 large-scale sites remain to be discovered across Amazonia. Similarly startling finds are emerging from Southeast Asia, and we might reasonably expect them from the forested parts of the African continent too. Of course, the same procedures are changing our picture of tropical landscapes that did witness the rise and fall of great kingdoms, and even empires. Archaeologists now believe that in the year 500 CE, between 10 and 15 million people lived in the Maya lowlands of Yucatán and northern Guatemala. For comparison, the Atlas offers a figure of just 2 million for all of Mexico in the same era, including the Indigenous cities of the Altiplano (at least some of which, we now know, were organised not as empires or even kingdoms, but fiercely autonomous republics, long before the Spanish conquest). It is easy, encouraged by works such as the Atlas, to imagine ancient history as a chequerboard of kingdoms and empires. But it is also very misleading. Ancient polities in the Maya lowlands and Southeast Asia had porous boundaries, constantly shifting, and open to contestation. Authority waned with distance from the centre. Warfare and tribute were largely seasonal affairs, after which coercive power shrank back behind the walls of the capital. As the archaeologist Monica Smith points out, only the most naive historian would assume that the claims inscribed on imperial monuments are a simple reflection of political reality on the ground. Of course ancient rulers loved to present themselves as ‘sovereigns of the four quarters’, ‘masters of the known world’, and so on. Yet no ancient world emperor could even have imagined powers of surveillance, such as those now enjoyed by any minor dictator or oligarch. On a global scale, we are witnessing a revolution in our understanding of ancient demography. To ignore it, these days, is to indulge in a cruel sort of intellectual prank, by which the genocide of Indigenous populations – a direct consequence of the planetary revolt against freedom, in the past 500 years – is naturalised as a perennial absence of people. Nor can we just assume that if we want to understand the prospects for our modern world, the only ‘big’ stories worth telling are those of empire.

5 July 2024

[zeravmeta]

really does hit the moment that both the bloodthirsty king of vampires and the warmonger nachzehrer king are utterly baffled by the sorrow they feel the moment theresa dies

because that's really the only reason why the sarkaz, why theresis, are declaring this endless war on the world starting with victoria: it's pride, it's suffering, it's anger, it's revenge.

it was cruel of theresa to ask them to forgive and forget, yes. the suffering of the sarkaz is not something that could have been fixed within a single lifetime, the wounds ran too deep. no matter how much they wish they could have believed in theresa, the suffering of the sarkaz would not just vanish no matter how much she did. the core issue between the sarkaz and the rest of terra lies in their ancient grudge, the thousands of years of entrenched bitterness and loss that the sarkaz suffered and still suffer to this day. they have no home, not even kazdel, because the only thing kazdel really is at this point is the reminder that they once did have a home, have dignity as the teekaz rather than just "the sarkaz, the devils".

but even then, theresa was simply born ahead of her time. they were not ready for her future, and they all know this. babel was a dream that theresa tried her damnedest to accomplish, but they were too bitter to accept it. no matter how much they wanted to believe in it, the royal sarkaz court, scareye, the countless sarkaz we see through Babel, none of them could ever see true unity.

it's a unity that neither theresis nor pre-amnesia doctor could conceive.

theresis and doctor have their own roles to play, and their own promises to keep: the sword of kazdel that will revitalize their past glory and strike down all who oppose them, the last survivor of an alien race dedicated to completing the ancient project of a world long past to ensure its future, they are unable to accept another way.

"I can't accept your beautiful and fleeting dream, theresa. not after all the sacrifce."

they were not strong enough to believe in her. no matter how much they loved her, how much they wish they could have seen her dream come true, they simply couldn't.

it was always going to end on that bloodstained floor. they were always going to sleep, and dream that things could have been different. that one could have let go of their past, be it the long held suffering and revenge or the guilt of duty as the last survivor.

we will always be equal. i will always hold your beautiful dream in my heart.

you have to keep going, even if I am not here anymore. you're free now.

[rheya28]

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[remembrancer-of-heresy]

His Star

Summary: After the Monarchy, the Emperor takes Lorgar's wife as punishment. Lorgar is soon reunited with his love, but learns that his daughter will remain on Terra.

Lorgar/fem!Reader, Emperor and Lorgar's daughter (OC, platonic)

Warnings: angst, kidnapping

Word count: 753

Song: Siouxsie And The Banshees - Cities In Dust

This fic was born because of this beautiful post.

She was beautiful. Like the morning dawn or a starry night. A bright soul who came into this cruel world. She could lead the masses, inspire billions of people. But Lorgar wanted only one thing. Protect her with his own life.

He didn't see his daughter. The news of her birth came from the Imperial Palace along with other unimportant ones. As if she were an insignificant speck of dust. But the daughter of a primarch, his daughter was priceless. Happiness that was born because of the pure and immaculate love of two souls.

Lorgar could only follow the Emperor's orders in the hope of seeing you and his daughter. Hug and hold the tiny body to his hearts. Press his lips to yours. Feel the serene love you showed him.

The Primarch of the Word Bearers was never a warrior. Never been a commander. He was a preacher, priest, shepherd. He never hid it, openly carrying his true and blessed faith in the God Emperor... but in the end, apparently not so true.

His sons, himself, continued to search for answers to questions. Find their way. Their faith. The Emperor refused their worship, destroyed the perfect city, took you, took the unborn child. Lorgar could not hate his father, but it was difficult to extinguish the black flame of resentment and misunderstanding.

At least until the day you were returned.

Crying and tired. You were not tortured, you were not offended. Physically and mentally you were fine. But there was a huge void in your heart that could not be filled. Even Lorgar was unable to help you, because he, being a primarch, almost fell himself.

They returned you alone.

Lorgar hoped that the Emperor simply decided to gradually return his favor to his son. He hoped that after some time, when he had conquered even more systems, the Father would return his daughter. But he was wrong. You dashed all his hopes.

“He loves her, he adores her,” you burst into tears at Lorgar’s shoulder. - “I almost d-didn’t see her. He is with her all the time. Doesn't let go of himself. H-he, he sang to her. He sang to her, Lorgar! Songs in ancient languages. He acted as if she were his daughter and not his granddaughter. He gave her a name!”

It would be better if the Emperor burned Khur to the ground. It would be better if he destroyed every city to the dust that Lorgar built. The primarch is ashamed of such thoughts; mortals are not to blame for anything. But why, why should his daughter be torn away from her parents and live with a tyrant?

A tyrant... that's what the Emperor was. False God. If the primarch had doubts before, he is now firmly convinced of it. The son loved the Father too much, although he did not deserve such worship. He did not deserve the devotion of the primarchs. Didn't deserve the love of a little girl.

You spend days and nights in bed. When you don't sleep, you cry. Lorgar is not angry, no. He is delighted. The connection between mother and daughter, passing through years and centuries. You can't find a place for yourself until you see your child. Which means Lorgar must bind you together. Bring back your beloved child.

The primarch will not hear her first word, will not see her first steps. He will not be the main person in her life. Perhaps they will meet when she is an adult. He will never be her father in the full sense of the word. But this knowledge does not stop Lorgar.

He will still meet her. He will take her hand and lead her to a new world free from the power of the Emperor, who separated her from her real family. He would show her the True God that he had yet to find. His daughter will be a guiding star, illuminating the path through a dark galaxy. Until he finds a way to get back to her.

Lorgar has never seen her, but he knows that she is beautiful. Like the golden sand in Colchis, a light breeze or the murmur of water. She is far away in captivity of the Golden Palace, but even so the primarch feels her. She shines brighter than anyone in the world. Without realizing it, she is waiting for her real father to return his daughter. He will protect her. At the cost of his own life.

And the whole world.

[hood-ex]

i am SO glad you mentioned dick/helena because their dynamic had so much potential and could've been so intriguing in the hands of the right people, in fact it WAS - greg rucka briefly touched upon it in his novelization of no man's land and even that llittle bit was incredible. how she, dick, and bruce all witnessed their families murdered at age 8, how they knelt in a pool of their mothers' blood, how they're all filled with so much love and grief and hunger for something better and the desperation to make the pain to Mean Something...

specifically in NML i love when bruce drops in on helena after she failed miserably as the bat (</3), and he brought nightwing with him as he quietly chastises her - not out of unkindness, not to be cruel or callous, but to push her far, far away from "this life" after he just saw gotham, his home, abandoned by the US government and everything he worked for come to nothing, and he KNOWS how much helena admired batman and the mythos of it but he sees vigilantism as a self-imposed curse and he's determined to martyr himself but no one else and especially not this young woman who admired him so much and whom dick, his eldest son (and new protege, tim), got close to, should be a part of that. but he's so clumsy and wrong about it so ofc helena (rightly) takes it as added insult and humiliation because at this point just the very sight of nightwing makes her feel even more vulnerable, he's the first man she got truly intimate with and close to in gotham as something approaching an equal, and there was a time when she wanted to be like him, both as a hero and as a partner to batman, and she KNOWS batman knows that:

Helena glared at [Bruce], feeling a new humiliation... of course he knew, he knew what had happened in this same apartment over a year ago, and that was why Nightwing was there. So he could see, too, so Batman could show his prodigal son the mistake that had been made, how unworthy she was of him. (~ NML novel)

...like helena basically styles herself as the underdog shounen protagonist to nightwing whom she sees as the established top dog and a goal for her to reach, and she sees them having this rivalry over who gets to serve gotham and batman LOL. having him witness her failure is just something she can't cope with:

“Huntress,” Nightwing said softly. She yanked her wrist free from his grip, not bothering to look at him, glaring at Batman. “Don’t touch me,” she said. Nightwing backed away, silent. For a long moment none of them said anything more, and Helena realized that her eyes had begun watering, that tears were starting down her cheeks, and the humiliation that had, for a moment, been buried behind her rage, reared up again.

... and i love that this is the dick grayson who has just freshly returned to gotham after all the growing up he did at college and with the titans, and he's just recovering from a failed engagement with starfire and gotten betrayed by his teammate terra and seen one of his dearest friends and teammates, jericho, get murdered by his own father, and he just wants something familiar again... like i see people criticize the batman office for "stealing him away" from the titans and i totally get it but if it had to happen i think this was very realistic (and frankly i think this would've been a great time for him to continue college/his studies and interact with a proper civilian supporting cast like he did in the 70s before wolfman decided to make him super emo but whatevs)

it just means so much to me that he doesn't know his place in gotham or in the wayne family's life anymore and he's wondering if any of it was even worth it - i mean a 15 yr old died in his robin costume for goodness' sake - but this young woman is proof that it did mean something to someone, that he and batman were heroes to this woman just like they were to tim drake, and maybe that alone is good enough, but then she's also kinda forceful and angry and desperate for justice and now he's worried that she's gonna get hurt the way barbara and jason and even starfire did!! and even more so, this woman works with children, she's a mentor and a guide to them, just as dick as robin was, and he probably feels like he'd forgotten what that felt like after so many years of having to act as the leader(TM) among even his peers, and he doesn't want her to lose that...

so that's why dick resents that bruce brought him here to witness helena's humiliation but he also can't get angry at him because he KNOWS he does it all out of love and grief even though it destroys himself and the people around him and he knows that deep down bruce is actually terrified of everything like all the time. but it doesn't make it any easier...

“Yes.” Batman paused, and when he resumed, his voice surprised Nightwing, because it no longer sounded the same. It no longer sounded like Batman. It sounded like Bruce Wayne. “I made a mess of it, Dick,” Batman said, softly. “I tried pretending things were the same, that only the terrain had changed. I knew what I was working for—Gotham’s redemption—but I didn’t know how to get there. What’s happened in the last couple months, with Gordon, with Two-Face, it woke me up.”

(...) Bruce would share what he wanted to share, when he wanted to, and that was that. It didn’t matter if Dick was angry or feeling taken advantage of. It didn’t matter that he resented like hell being made to witness the humiliation of Helena Bertinelli. It didn’t matter that he’d known damn well what was up the moment they’d arrived at the apartment, the apartment he remembered better than he thought he would.

like all these conflicting emotions are sooo compelling, i wish writers chose to address the real depth of dickhelena's relationship instead of reverting to the same old boring one-note "we slept together and it didn't work out :(" stuff (looking at you judd winick)

dickhelena anon here - i almost forgot the most important part!! ... which is that both dick and helena love their lil bro tim drake of course <3 it's so funny to me that tim adores both of them like they're his own elder siblings except he has a slightly paternalistic attitude toward helena ("be careful huntress, maybe i should handle it, lemme protect u") vs. his (at this point in canon, in NML) hero worship of nightwing.... for better or worse i think it's realistically how many little brothers see their older sister vs. older brother. and i know some fic/fan interpretations say tim would be weirded out by them two dating but nah i refuse point-blank, like in canon tim has been pretty supportive of all of nightwing's lovers (he's firmly pro-dickkory AND pro-dickbabs) but i think he's got a secret soft spot for dickhelena especially. like at least then whenever he drops by nightwing's apartment he'll also get nice home-made sicilian food!!

Yeah it’s interesting to consider that people like Bruce and Dick inspire other people to be heroes, but at the same time, they’re inspiring others to put themselves in dangerous situations. It’s a double-edged sword.

I feel like Dick could take a step back and see himself in Helena’s shoes as Bruce chastises her. Dick ofc struggles with failure, especially when he thinks he’s failed Bruce, so for him to witness a scene like that, I think he would relate to that feeling of humiliation well. However, Dick has also seen heroes die, heroes he felt responsible for. So while he might empathize with being in Helena’s position, there’s also that part of him that would want her to live a safer life, to not choose the path he went down.

What you said about Tim actually derailed my thoughts a bit to the time in Nightwing (Vol. 2) #112 when Dick asked Helena to let Sophia and Rose lay low with her for a bit. She was the only person he considered at the time. Helena wouldn’t have it, and I think it’s interesting that she knew that even if she wanted to take the girls in, she wouldn’t be able to pry them away from Dick. (Which is really funny when you think about Titans Dick and his… flighty nature at times when it came to Rachel).

But anyway, the reason I brought it up is because you mentioned Helena seeing Dick as the top dog, and you mentioned Tim, and it made me think of how Dick wanted Tim as his equal, and how Dick wouldn’t leave his two charges with just anyone, he’d leave them with someone he thought capable. Someone like Helena. Someone like Amy. But he went to Helena before he went to Amy.

[armoredisopod]

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Marcille, 6* Collab Splash Caster

It's just like what i used to do back in the Magic Academy, I've learned how to use all the magical instruments you have here, so don't worry and leave it all to me!

I just had a full meal and now i have plenty of magical energy to spare.

Operator Outfits Update

Total of 7 new outfits, a new collab outfit, 4 new additions for the Achievement Star brand, 1 new addition for the Raythean Striker brand and 1 new addition for the 0011/Yun brand

Collab Series

Terra & Traveller - Marcille

Achievement Star

The Archivist and Her Pilgrimage - Leizi

The Apprentice and Her Aura - Kroos the Keen Glint

The Adjudicatrix and Her Resolve - Irene

The Zoophilist and Her Mollusca - Vanilla (Event Reward)

0011/Yun

Moon Under The Pines - Wind Chimes

Raythean Striker

Dawnbreak - Coldshot

Coldshot's outfit will be up for sale during Come Catastrophes and Wakes of Vultures Retrospect

Vanilla's outfit is a reward from Vector Breakthrough

Announced a rerun for Akafuyu, Mountain and Wild Mane's Epoque outfits, up for sale at the same time as the new Achievement Star outfits

Operator Modules Update

All the collab operators immediately get their modules including Chilchuck despite being part of a branch that DOESN'T have a module yet

SPC-Y module base effect reduces Marcille's deployment cost by -8 DP

DRE-Y module base effect allows Laios to revive himself and gain a +30 ASPD boost at the cost of reducing his Max HP by -60% once per deployment

The base effect of Chilchuck's module is unknown at the time of writing

GUA-Y module base effect makes Senshi take 15% less damage

Crusher Guard branch gets 1 module type

Irene gets her 2nd module

SWO-X module base effect makes Irene's skills deal 10% more damage

Events and Stories

Delicious on Terra, a limited collaboration side story event

When adventuring with no way back, don't ask where the food comes from, you can't defeat monsters on an empty stomach. "Eat and be eaten", is it a cruel curse, or a natural law? A never before seen place, an unfamiliar menu—— i don't care about all that, let's chow down!

Operator Archives update for Goldenglow, Eunectes, Mitm and Courier

Come Catastrophes and Wakes of Vultures Retrospect, scheduled after Delicious on Terra

Vector Breakthrough, an improved version of Interlocking Competition, scheduled after Come Catastrophes and Wakes of Vultures Retrospect

Misc Stuff

Tuye and her potential tokens along with Myrrh's [Bitter Herbs] Outfit will be available in the certs shop to players that don't have them

Special collab profile icon pack and collab main menu background + UI theme pack sold in the shop during collab event period

[projetovelhopoema]

Há tantas promessas quebradas e junto delas, talvez, um coração partido. A incapacidade de um ser prometer ao outro coisas das quais ele mesmo não sabe se irá cumprir, chega ser insignificante. Tantos corações estilhaçados com a ideia do para sempre, cheios de promessas vazias e nem um esforço para sequer cumpri-las. É questionável, é lamentável saber que existirão pessoas que olharão no fundo da sua alma e te prometerão céus e terras, talvez exista alguém que as cumpra, mas o mundo anda tão cruel, que amar virou uma brincadeira, a valorização se tornou algo difícil.

— Carolina Alves em Relicário dos poetas.

[pilot-boi]

How is it when Jaunper and the group arrive in Argus? I want to know reactions from Maria, Cordovin, Saffron, Terra, and Adrian please.

Maria takes it all in stride. She’s fresh off being a rando and then getting dumped head first into The Plot, so she just takes one look at Jaune and is like “This isn’t even the strangest thing I’ve seen TODAY.”

Adrian is too young to really get what’s going on. After the initial freak out because “My uncle! This is my uncle but it isn’t!” he mostly just just wants rides on Jaune’s back, which Jaune is more than happy to provide

Cordovin is Cordovin. She thinks he’s an abomination and shows him the same racism and disdain as she shows Blake, but to a MUCH greater degree. I wouldn’t be shocked if she uses it/its when referring to him, which would ABSOLUTELY set off NPR

Terra is holding it together, she’s staying strong for Saphron. She’s more than a little disturbed and freaked out by Jaune, she mourned him just like her wife. Her brother-in-law is supposed to be dead, so dead they didn’t even have a body to bury. And now here he is as some kind of beast

She’s taking it better than Saphron, but she’s still VERY shaken. She mostly deals with it by focusing on the practicalities of the situation, like working with JNPR to make sure there’s a “nest” set up for Jaune to sleep. He can’t really use beds after all. Also helps that she’s at work most of the time where she can focus on the CCT relay

Saphron, of course, is beside herself. She hen JNPR first arrive, she thinks she’s going crazy. There’s a giant rabbit here wearing her brother’s face and speaking with his voice. Her brother who was burned into ash a year and a half ago is standing here but he’s WRONG, he’s not her brother, he’s a BEAST

She recognizes his teammates from when they visited the family homestead after the Fall. They treat this creature like he’s real, so he’s not a hallucination. But they call him Jaune, ask if she’s his sister. And they’re feeding into her madness. Why would they be so cruel as to bring an amalgamation doppelgänger of her brother to HER HOME and flaunt him in front of her?!

The CCT is barely functioning over short distances, but she just can’t do this on her own. She calls the other Arcs and she doesn’t know how much of her message gets through, but she begs them to come to Argus

It’s not Jaune, it can’t actually be Jaune. He’s dead. She mourned him, she’s STILL mourning him. But his face pinches in the same way she knows when she says he isn’t real, and his hands still have the scars from when he burnt them taking pizza out of the oven, and his voice still cracks when he rushes to comfort her when reason abandons her

It can’t be Jaune. But it is. And if it IS him, then she can’t let him go or he’ll dissolve into ash again. So she clings to him, her little brother who is bigger than her and died before her

And for a few hours she allows herself to indulge in the madness that her brother is alive

It takes a day or so, but Saphron eventually comes around to the fact that this is actually Jaune. Terra’s connections with the Atlas military are able to get him in to run tests (DNA, Aura matching, lie detectors, the whole nine yards) and they determine that against all reason this IS Jaune

It’s impossible, but the science says it’s true. And Terra believes the science. And Saphron believes Terra

Her brother is alive

The siblings spend the next few hours holed up in the spare bedroom in the nest JNPR constructed, just holding each other and crying and laughing. And when they emerge, Saphron looks more whole than she’s been since the Fall

[lucrezianoin]

List of Year 24 complete manga work in English or Italian

I made this list mainly to myself, but you can easily use it too. I am on a mission to read every Year 24 group manga available, so here I collected:

licensed manga (in English and Italian)

online scans

Every licensed manga has a the name of the publisher too, and you might find the Italian translation easier than the Japanese.

I added an "online" to the ones you can definitely find scanned online. Every title is linked to where to read the story nearby, keep in mind these websites come and go and might have ads.

If you see a licensed title in italics it means that the manga cannot be found anywhere online and scanned (and translated). Or that some short stories in the collection (if it is a collection) cannot be found anywhere online and scanned.

Let's start!

The authors are (in order): Moto Hagio, Keiko Takemiya, Riyoko Ikeda, Ryoko Yamagishi, Yasuko Aoike, Yumiko Ooshima, Minori Kimura, Kihara Toshie.

MOTO HAGIO

Licensed in English

They Were 11! (JP Oversized and Viz)

The Complete Poe Clan (Fantagraphics, coming out November 2024)

Heart of Thomas (Fantagraphics)

A Drunken dream and other stories (Fantagraphics)

Neo Parasyte m (Kodansha Comics; first chapter is by Moto Hagio)

Lil' Leo (Denpa books)

Otherworld Barbara volume 1 and 2 (Fantagraphics)

A,A' (Viz), impossible to find it seems

Licensed in Italian

Il cuore di Thomas - The heart of Thomas (J-POP)

A Cruel God Reigns, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Star Red (J-POP)

Hanshin, la dea dimezzata, collection of stories (J-POP) (anilist)

Il Clan dei Poe volume 1 and 2 (J-POP)

Barbara, vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Marginal vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

The Heart of Thomas (manganelo)

They were 11 (mangadex)

They were 11: Higashi no Chihei, Nishi no Towa (mangadex)

U wa Uchuusen no U (collection of stories) (mangadex)

Silver Triangle (mangadex)

A, A' (mangadex)

Marginal (mangadex)

A cruel god reigns (mangadex)

-> One shots

Bianca (mangadex)

Girl on the porch with puppy (internet archive)

Poor mama (mangadex)

Autumn Journey (internet archive)

11-gatsu no Gymnasium (mangadex)

Unicorn no Yume (mangadex)

Onshitsu (mangadex)

Marie, ten years later (internet archive)

Cabagge Hata no Isansouzokunin (mangadex)

Houmonsha, prequel of Heart of Thomas (mangadex)

Shiro - The Castle (mangadex)

A Drunken Dream (internet archive)

Ragini (mangadex)

Kinyou no Yoru no Shuukai (mangadex)

Kimi Wa Utsukushii Hitomi (mangadex)

Hanshin: Half-God (mangadex)

Egg stand (mangadex)

Angel Mimic (internet archive)

The child who comes home (internet archive)

Slow Down (mangadex)

The false king (mangadex)

Iguana girl (mangadex)

Afternoon sunshine (mangadex)

Yuujin K (mangadex)

Yama e Iku - Going to the mountains (mangadex)

The Willow Tree (mangadex)

Moments of lonliness (mangadex)

With Love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

Neo Parasyte m's short story "Yura no Mon wo" (mangaplaza, first story, which is the free one)

KEIKO TAKEMIYA

Licensed in English

To Terra, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Andromeda stories, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Licensed in Italian

Il poema del vento e degli alberi - Kaze to Ki no Uta, 10 volumes (J-POP)

Verso la Terra - To terra, 3 volumes (J-POP)

Il suo nome era Gilbert, autobiographical novel (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

Kaze to Ki no Uta (mangadex)

To Terra (mangadex)

Andromeda Stories (mangadex)

Rintarou Panic! (mangadex)

-> One shots

Sunroom Nite (mangadex)

Hohoemu Shounen (mangadex)

On a snowy day (mangadex)

Star (mangadex)

20 no Hiru to Yoru (mangadex)

Mister no kokori (mangadex)

Natsu e no Tobira (mangadex)

Manatsu no Yoru no Yume (mangadex)

Koufuku no Hato (mangadex)

Toki wo Yuku Uma (mangadex)

RIYOKO IKEDA

Licensed in English

Claudine (Seven Seas)

The Rose of Versailles, 5 volumes (Udon Entertainment)

Licensed in Italian

Le rose di Versailles, 5 volumes (Edizioni BD)

La finestra di Orfeo - Orpheus no Mado, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Anello dei Nibelunghi - Nibelungen no Yubiwa, 4 volumes (Goen)

Claudine (Goen)

Ayako, 2 volumes (Goen)

Caro Fratello - Dearest Brother, 2 volumes (Goen)

Elisabetta - Elizabeth (Yamato)

Eroica la Gloria di Napoleone - Héroïque The Glory of Napoleon, 12 volumes (Magic Press)

Online (English only)

Bara Yashiki no Shoujo (mangadex)

Early Spring Trembling (mangadex)

Porando Hishi Ten no Hate Made (mangadex)

Dearest Brother (mangadex)

Nibelungen no Yubiwa (only 3 volumes, 1 missing, mangadex)

Claudine (mangadex)

Versailles no Bara (up till volume 12, mangadex)

Summer in Cantenbury (mangadex)

RYOKO YAMAGISHI

Online (English only)

Shiroi Heya no Furari (mangadex)

Yasha Gozen (mangadex)

Harpy, collection of stories (mangadex)

Hatshepsut (mangadex)

Hiruko (mangadex)

Medusa (mangadex)

Hemi no Hire (mangadex)

YASUKO AOIKE

Licensed in English

From Eroica with Love (Cmx, unfinished)

Online (English only)

From Eroica with Love (still being translated, currently at chapter 21 (mangadex)

Vampire (mangadex)

The free shooter (mangadex)

Tasogare ni Kaere (mangadex)

Z (mangadex)

YUMIKO OOSHIMA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

No longer male (mangadex)

To Joker (mangadex)

Banana Bread no Pudding (mangadex)

Grass Crown Princess (mangadex)

He His Him (mangadex)

Across a golden prarie (mangadex)

Summertime (mangadex)

Long long cafe (mangadex)

MINORI KIMURA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

Ame (short stories) (mangadex)

Warped mirror (mandagex)

KIHARA TOSHIE

Online (English only) (chronological order)

I'm fine with dying (mangadex)

Diamond Gojiran, 3 one shots (mangadex)

With love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

NANAE SASAYA

none

MINEKO YAMADA

none

[kit-williams]

Perpetually at your beck and call...

Female Perpetual Serf!Reader x Typhus Herald of Nurgle

Tag list: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@plegg

Song listened to on repeat while writing/typing: Reckless Battery Burns by Ghost and pals

Word count: 2674 too many

TW: casual body horror?

Blessings of the Grandfather upon you all!

It hurt. Your skin knits itself back together as you crush the last of those strange flies was crushed in your hand. Your lungs burned as you realize you've lost track of time... you lost track of how long you've been held on the Inquisitorial vessel... how they were able to get you to admit your deepest memories when no one else had been able to. Memories dance raw in your mind... memories of loyalties... memories of lifetimes ago... and it all seemed to snap wildly. It was as if fate reacted violently to the fact you dare uttered Calas Typhon's name once more.

The buzzing had finally died down... well in the immediate area as it still lingered and echoed. You pushed out of your now unlocked cell and your heart ached with your long held loyalties oh child of Barbarus... child of poison... as you looked down at the warped Death Guard at your feet. You devoted your life to them... to Mortarion... to Calas... you were with the loyalists when your master betrayed with his father... and still you devoted your life to the Death Guard. Even if their name and heraldry changed after the siege of Terra... you followed ever loyal daughter of poison... because someone had to remember their once noble origins... when their Father's hearts were noble... when he cared... even as you faded into the background you made sure you remembered. Twas the least you could do as a Serf.

But, a young inquisitor snatched you up when you dared question his goals... when you dared question him questioning the chapter on their geneseed. You knew it was Mortarions but it had been buried long under Dorn's or Robute's lineage. Pain became your reality for who knew how long... the worst pain was when they managed to wound your soul directly as those took the longest to heal, compared to when they removed a limb or immolation and everything in between... they never gave you enough food or water to comfortably heal and now you were pushing your body to heal. They just somehow knew you were guarding something close to your soul and maybe that's why you screamed out his name... you screamed out for your master Calas in perhaps some sad delirious hope that your erstwhile master would come and save you.

Calas was rude and could be a little cruel at times but you could see his noble heart and good nature mixed in with that arrogance but you also could see how he saw you as his possession and while he could be a bully... you realize you've missed his funny barking laughter , you found the flatness of his nose a little attractive, the way he kept his beard... just small things endeared him to you and you always wondered what you did to endear yourself to him. That he would put up with you at times stomping a foot at him and snapping at him in your birth tongue and his always cheeky reply back. Perhaps you really did hope Calas would come and save you. You finally pulled yourself away from the body and ran.

Typhus had felt the tug of being summoned... like some demon as his true name was spoken aloud. No one alive knew his name anymore and those that did, even Father respected his new name, all called him Typhus. But there was a fluttering between his rotting hearts as his name was uttered like some prayer though other times he could feel it was as if sludge was crawling between them... barbs dragging... no care for his name and then there was that fluttering again. A desperate plea made for him... his ruined lips pursed as they dropped out of the warp and a gentle tisk left his mouth... some nosy inquisitor looking into things long since decayed. He smirked and barked out a laugh as it was why he was the herald of Nurgle and not his Father. He would bring the blessings of Grandfather to those that dig up the dead!

You ran through the maze of corridors as there was so many dead around, you avoided the zombie like forms shuffling around or had to run through them in your desperation to get through. Your stomach empty as you were tired... you missed your home... you missed watching over the Astartes... you don't know why after all this time you were missing Calas teasing you. You felt so raw and vulnerable... you want to wake up before everything fell apart and this all be some nightmare and you weren't cursed with immortality... forced to watch the Imperium you grew up in fall apart... learn Barbarus' destruction... have your legion fall to some malignant cancer in the warp.

You skid to a stop as you stared in horror at the massive bloated marine. The buzzing was so loud as it was coming from him. The single horn on his head reminded you of lord Mortarion's scythe. But your eyes darted over the armor and your stomach dropped to the floor as your heart raced to your throat and was pounding in your ears racing so fast that it might just give out... that was Calas Typhon. You had fastidiously tended to his armor that you just knew. His head tilted to the side as those dim yellow lenses looked at you... as if he couldn't pin down something... as if you looked on the edge of being a familiar sight to him... as if he knows you shouldn't be alive. You broke first... you always did...

Typhus was once a man named Calas. A man who enjoyed the wet eyes and pouty bottom lip of his personal serf... a man who enjoyed when he pushed her far enough that she snapped at him in their shared tongue. Calas had liked to think he was better than his biological sire... but really he knew he was no better as he too took an unhealthy attachment to the human under his service.

Calas stop... a whimper left your mouth... he remembers the blush crawling over your face... down your neck... down to the swell of your breasts that rose pleasingly as you took in a deep inhale. How you looked at him with those wet eyes as you breathed out No and stop yet made no effort to pull away. Calas would have loved to say that he ignored his desires... Tell me this means nothing... that this is just my duty... you had begged in that moment. You both were hypocrites and liars... in that moment.

Typhus gripped his scythe tightly watching you run from him as he was not a sentimental creature like his father. A swarm buzzed after you as you turned the corner leaving him to his thoughts. He had a feeling what Grandfather Nurgle would say... the eternal sentimental one... perhaps he was feeling like 'Calas' today... so perhaps he would... indulge his sentimental side.

Skin was pulled back as you ran down the hallways and small chunks of flesh pulled away from your muscle on your arms and legs. You nearly slip onto your face as you pass by so many bodies, piles of sludge that could have been human could have been a machine, and piles of armor that their wearer simply vanished out of. You crush a fly as it dug into your cheek whittling down their numbers but you know that they pulled back. You slide to a stop at a rusted bulkhead as it looks out of place. The cogitator is dead and still you try to desperately to gain a sudden burst of strength to pull the door open but fate was not on your side.

You had to escape... you knew it deep down you had to escape! There was an airlock nearby... it was stupid and it was going to be painful but there was no way you were going to make it to the hanger. It was stupid of you to think you could out run him even as bloated and swollen monstrosity that he somehow was slower than a baseline human... you run back past the hallway you ran out of and you watch him, he was still horrifyingly fast, suddenly barrel down the hallway at you all in the corner of your eye. Bones snapped as he grabbed you violently and knitted back together. You inhale as he uses both of his hands and squeezes, you feel your ribs fracture and you screamed out, "CALAS! MERCY PLEASE!"

His yellow eye lenses flashed brightly as he felt that fluttering of his rotting hearts, this was whom had summoned him. Rusted and ruined ceremite clad fingers gripped your chin as he easily held you with one hand. But, Typhus was intrigued as you had no blessing of Nurgle anywhere on your soul and yet you were not putrefying to his touch nor to the bite of the destroyer hive. You make the mistake of feeling tears gather in your eyes and Typhus looks at those wet eyes... OH! He remembers you! His favorite serf with the wet eyes and pouty bottom lip whenever he was difficult with you! Oh it was not just him being a sentimental fool it really was you! "You are not dying." He wheezed out with a grating chuckle as you squirmed in his rotting grasp, "It has been..." He paused thinking, "Millennia." He clicks his tongue against his teeth as you don't look a day over thirty... and he remembers that you had asked for a day off to celebrate it, "What is your secret? Come now, " He coos softly, "tell your Master." His finger gently brushes your cheek as you squirm against him.

When you fail to answer him, Typhus squeezes you hard and you shriek as you can feel that bones will snap soon, "I CANNOT DIE!" You shriek out and with that answer he loosens his hold on you. You rest limply in his hand, like a cloth doll, as you struggle to catch your breath. You weakly life your head and grab his wrist as you whisper out, "Calas..." You watch him tilt his head slightly, "please. Please let me go." You don't see him relish the feeling of the way you say his name makes his hearts flutter like insect wings fresh from their chrysalis.

His barking laughter fills the hallway, "And leave you all alone?" He shakes his head, "Oh no, Grandfather would be most displeased with me if he found out I left you all alone." He drinks in the fear in you have in your eyes as you thrash about after mentioning Grandfather.

"Calas! Calas! Please Mercy! CALAS PLEASE!" You scream out in desperation as you try to pull yourself free as hot fresh tears roll down your face.

He relishes the way his hearts flutter as you say his name, "Shhhh," He pulls you closer, your name falling from his ruined lips, "I am not going to hurt you." He whispers softly petting you trying to sooth you, "You are working yourself up over nothing... just like you would before," He chuckles and it sounds wet... yet there is a buzzing underlying it, "Old habits die hard hmmm?"

"I do not wish to go! Please Calas!" You sob again and he just holds you closer as he hums... softly buzzing... as your name leaves him in soothing whispers.

"I feel so good when you say my name." He speaks after he is certain you've cried yourself into a migraine and all that leaves your lips is a strangled sob, "My hearts flutter every time you say it. But, when one of those other mortals said it," He glares at a nearby body of an Inquisitorial agent and spits acid upon it, "It felt like hooks and sludge pulls and covered them... like they were unworthy to say it." Individuals of his swarm have crawled out and skitter over your flesh and over his carapace as you realize being held in his arms... you barely have any fight left in you. "How did they get my name." He asks softly.

You sniffle, "They... they tortured me for it."

"Awww poor baby." He says as he cradles you close, "My dearest little serf... did you need me to come save you?" As soon as that left his lips something inside of him swelled as he wondered if this is how Grandfather Nurgle felt when saving Grandmother Isha from the Prince. The fluttering of his hearts... was you begging his name wasn't it? Pleading for your old master to come and save you from the cruelty of the Inquisition. Oh yes Typhus had certainly come and saved you! You sobbed as you were too weak from all the torture you endured and now this... it was too much. "Shh shhh there there my little dear you need not answer me. Oh you poor little creature... what did they do to your soul? No wonder you are such a mess right now... but rejoice... your master has come back for you, Rejoice!" He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again as you just weakly struggle and cry, "Rejoice, but you must call me Typhus now outside of a few rooms. However this might not be exactly the same as Grandfather Nurgle's romantic heroism of Grandmother Isha... what we have is close enough." He purrs or rather buzzes in delight. You watch him pull the face grate away from his mouth... and if your stomach had not already been empty you were certain you would have emptied it. Typhus chuckles at the rolling motion of your stomach, "And just like Grandmother Isha... you will come to learn to love my tender affections."

"Please... no..." You hiccupped out before you dug your blunt nails into flesh mixed with armor as he cups the back of your head pushing his mouth to yours. A dexterous tongue violates your mouth and pushes into the back of your throat. You gag as nothing comes up, as there is nothing to empty, tears roll down your cheeks as you struggle against Calas no Typhus "kisses" you. Your mouth was filled with the taste of an over-ripened fruit and as he pulls his tongue back it feels like he left something behind in your mouth.

He groans slightly, "So sweet," he scrapes his tongue along his teeth before kissing and licking your tear trails, "Oh yes I am eager to get reacquainted with you." His mouth pushes into your flesh in an attempt to leave kisses as you just cry and work yourself back up into a tizzy, "Oh yes... and unlike last time my dear... this will mean something... mmm," His tongue swipes across his maw, "perhaps I might try to make Grandfather a great-grandfather." He barks out a laugh as you struggle in his grasp trying your best to escape but as long as one of his hands is on you... you're not getting away. He retrieves his scythe from it leaning against the wall as he puts his mouth plate back on.

Isha was distressed just like you as the plague lord carried her back to his garden and just like her... you were weakened from your time in cruel hands. Typhus was certain many would see this as but another blessing for him as the truly favored of Nurgle as why else would he be gifted an Isha of his own! He remembers how pretty your hair was and it seems it was shaved off by your captors he is eager for it to grow back and have his nurglings weave flowers into your hair... once all the lingering damage done by the Inquisition had healed, Typus was certain you'd make a fine Isha to stand by his side as he spreads blessings! Your eyes wide with fear as you near the threshold and like a good husband he carries you across it. You may be Typhus' stand in for Isha but unlike the real one... no one is going to try to save you from your new husband.

[rexelectus]

● – || It felt like far too long since he had seen Terra -- since he had seen anyone , really . His body ACHED from the way that the crystal drained his life while he was its prisoner . As he walked , as he breathed , he could feel like what his father probably felt at fifty . While the crystal had drained him to , and every royal before him , sucking ten years in [ [ c o n c e n t r a t i o n ] ] had its effect on Noctis .

" It's . . . been too long . "

Noctis tried to smile it off , even laugh a little but nothing came out . His tone was dry , solemn as he looked up at the man who had saved him in many , [ [ m a n y ] ] different ways time and time again . The lack of title is refreshing to Noctis , almost comforting at the thought that he had moved from a title to being simply Noctis in Terra's eyes .

" I . . . I missed you too , Terra . "

Fingers curl against Terra's as they hold here in their little embrace . It's not much , surely , but it was better than nothing in Noctis' eyes .

" I think I owe you a few things for leaving without a proper goodbye . "

it's been ten years since he last saw noctis , ten years that the crystal had stolen from him. he looked older , they all did , the years hadn't been as kind to them.

he'd always had faith , though , that noctis would come back to them , no matter how long it took. & here he was , terra's hand settling over noctis' on his shoulder. it almost hurt , how much he'd missed him , & he can't help the slightly sad note to his smile.

❛ it's been a long time , noctis. ❜

he doesn't bother with a title , that feels too formal , & formality makes this feel final . even though terra knows this is it , he's not ready to face it. carefully , he takes noctis' hand from his shoulder , holding it in his own , lingering in the moment just a bit longer , selfishly.

❛ i missed you. ❜