#translation: a cruelty as deep as darkness

[missshirophantom]

Yandere Alphabet Sebastian Solace

From the author: hello everyone. I apologize for the abrupt disappearance after the first posts. There was a lot of shit going on in real life. And now especially, especially when I almost had a panic attack. This post... a small attempt to somehow cope with all the emotional problems. Ahem, I apologize for the mistakes, because English is not my native language and I used a translator. Yes, and I just got over it now... Tears, that's it. If I feel better (and a positive reaction will be enough), then I will write a small sketch using this post.

Warning: dr#g use without consent, threat of broken bones, threat of bondage, slight isolation, hint of c#nnib#lism. If you are for the fact that yandere Sebastian is gentle or dark, then you are absolutely not here. The author does not approve of the above written in real life.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

— Due to so many years of literal torture and DNA implantation, Sebastian has forgotten how to show love and affection. At least, that's what many people imagine.

— Thanks to vague memories of his past, he often gives "gifts". These are usually very rare deceased marine life that he found while exploring the complex. Most often, he drags soft objects such as pillows and blankets to another person.

— It is worth considering that he will often be... Biting his beloved is not strong, of course, but deep enough and in prominent places so that the bite mark remains as long as possible.

— In rare moments, Sebastian can clamp his beloved with his tail and hands, preventing them from moving. Such moments last quite a long time — from several hours to even days. But don't be afraid, he will feed you.

— About feeding... Sometimes Sebastian intentionally brings dead marine life and forces the beloved to eat them raw, saying that he did not find a normal meal for you, and that's all he found, and there is no necessary equipment to cook.

— And I. Don't even think about giving up this "meal", because he can get very angry at you the longer and more persistently you refuse.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

— This case can be described as follows: rarely, but aptly.

— Sebastian hates people, especially getting dirty in their blood. But when the threat is directed either at him, or at the beloved, or at his refuge, then... Yes. It's better not to see it. In particular, you don't need to know where that poor guy's body goes next.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

— Despite his hatred of people, which he skillfully hides by contacting them in his store, especially if you are a person yourself, but in moments of his bad mood, Sebastian can mock you. Especially when you are trying to escape or are somehow stubborn, protesting against his actions and the like.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

— It all depends on how his beloved behaves. If they try to escape more than once, he will give them a "medicine" in order to keep them in a sluggish and weakened state in the shelter.

— Well, he also locks them in a shelter while he goes out to get supplies. For good behavior, they may not even tie you up and tie you to the railing of the stairs.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

— It's not much... It is difficult, especially when Sebastian vaguely remembers his life before his arrest and experiments.

— But if he is in a good mood, he can talk about his past. Especially about his cat, whom he misses.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

— Definitely an annoyance. And the stronger and longer the beloved resists, the stronger his irritation, turning into anger.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

— Sebastian does not consider this a game, even though he finds it funny to watch the escape attempts of the beloved and their plans for this. But still, he is serious that even for the sake of his "fun" he does not allow another to escape.

— So, yes. the DNA of the same white shark, which awakens in him the instincts of pleasure over the attempts of another to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

— Oh, definitely quite strong and a decent dose of "medicine" if the beloved misbehaves for too long. Sebastian rarely uses physical punishments. Except when he is very, very driven. Then he will definitely break a couple of bones in his legs.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

— Sebastian just doesn't know. The arrest and experiments forced him to think about the present, not the future. Especially when there is a looming danger over him because of his mutations. And not only that.

— But somewhere in the tender moments with his beloved, he definitely thought about having a family with them. And also a safe place where they both don't need anything and no one bothers them.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

— As long as the other person does not speak directly and flirt, or God forbid, does not try to touch the other, then Sebastian is ready to be patient. And if any of this happens, he immediately throws this person out of his store and forbids him to come back. Believe me, this is the mildest thing he can do in bouts of jealousy.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

— Believe it or not, but it's pretty good, let it depend on the mood. Sebastian definitely likes to hold his beloved with his tail and sleep in this position, curled up in the "nest". Bite them, thereby marking them. As it was written above, he gives, albeit sometimes gloomy gifts: dead marine life, someone's bones. But it's definitely nice to get the same pillows and blankets from him. On particularly "lucky" days, he may even bring some simple puzzles, blank paper, and writing supplies. Or even the clean clothes of the employees! And also, as it was written, he definitely likes to watch the beloved eat the food he brought.

— However, do not try to annoy him in any way or, God forbid, make him angry. And even if nothing serious happens for the first time, it's better not to push your luck.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

— He will definitely compose a little poetry and read it to you. But mostly his love language, if you can call it that, is gifts, not particularly frequent physical contact, as well as... preening when Sebastian's mood is definitely high. He likes to mess with the hair of his beloved, untangling tangles with his claws and cleaning them from dirt. But it's definitely somehow caused by injected DNA and getting some instincts. Well, Sebastian can also be a good gentleman.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

— Yes. Quite a lot if you continue to test his patience.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

— It varies depending on how much his patience is exhausted. If he speaks from the most harmless to severe punishment, then it goes something like this: stronger and deeper bites that leave a scar; short-term deprivation of food; small doses of "medicine"; medium doses; a large dose; broken bones, usually legs.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

— Freedom, defined. Sebastian will definitely lock the beloved in the shelter while he goes on business. But even without that, he still has no intention of letting them out of his sight, especially when they are not the first to try to escape or behave badly.

— It will also definitely monitor your meals with extreme care and sleep patterns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

— Surprisingly, he is quite patient. But even such patience has its limits.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

— Sebastian will refuse to believe that their beloved has died. By that time, he will have time to get very attached and it will be a blow to him. So be prepared for the fact that he will simply lose the remnants of his humanity and will babysit your body by locking himself in a shelter.

— Well, if it's an escape... It won't be difficult for him to find you. He knows this place like his own... "Five" fingers. Plus, his senses are highly developed, as are his newfound instincts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

— Definitely not for both questions. And even if Sebastian hated people and if you are a person yourself, he will not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

— After the accusation that he did not commit, years of experimentation on him, torture, as well as the loss of some memories, you evoke in him... Something really different and new, amidst all this hatred and irritation. This feeling made him relax a little, feel the warmth in his chest and just made his barely controlled instincts calm down.

— You can say that he is really curious. Plus... Years of loneliness in this cruel situation are making themselves felt.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

— Definitely a confusion. Why do you want to come back at all? There, on the surface, you will find a much more cruel world than here, next to it. Yes, the conditions here are not so good, but it is much better than sitting behind bars in a dirty cell or, God forbid, being a test subject of these disgusting people.

— Despite the confusion, Sebastian understands these feelings. But he definitely didn't want to watch the situation worsen. He will definitely give you "medicines" to let you forget, but he will not work hard with it. After all, Sebastian does not want to be like the people who conducted experiments on him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

— Not really.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

— It's definitely that Sebastian has become a monster, without a shred of humanity. Despite everything, he still misses the time when he was human, and these words will infuriate him. Plus, the same flashlight or flash in sensitive eyes. This disorients him for a few seconds.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

— Mentally? Not much. Physically? Quite a lot, and it depends on how much you've exhausted his patience.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

— It depends on a lot of things. From the time you are with him, situations have occurred, especially those related to your life. The longer you stay with him and the more situations there are related to your life, the more he will begin to take care of you. But as for the conquest, this is another story and much longer, because Sebastian lost that normal part of himself, acting on the basis of instincts and vague memories.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

— It depends on the situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

— Oh, Sebastian, which is a little surprising, will try to prevent this. He doesn't want a man like you to become even a little bit like him.

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SFW!Nightcrawler/GN!Reader - Part 1 - part 2 - Part 3

kdhbcjshbc I know I said I was gonna work on my Wolverine fic rn but I got sidetracked. This was originally going to be one long ass fic but since the first half ended up already over 4k works I decided to split it into two! It's basically a friends to lovers fic and I know the beginning is a bit of a jumpscare but they're both adults by the end of the fic I promise!! Edit: I totally forgot to add!! Another special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their help with german translations!

Tws: Mentions of animal cruelty in the circus. The ringleader is an asshole. I might have made Kurt's brother a bit of an asshole too sorry. Kurt's backstory is going to be kinda a combination of all the shit I've read/know so please be patient lol. I'll go back and add more tags if I think of any.

    You were sixteen when you first met Kurt Wagner, although, he went by Kurt Szardos back then. You had never been to the circus before, and you hadn’t really paid to be there anyway. The show had already started when your father had taken you into the tent, sitting you down in an absent seat near the front. You didn’t want to get in trouble, but he had assured you it was fine. He had business to attend to, and told you that his future employer had given his blessing for you to sit and watch as your father handled business. After all, the two of you were a combo deal, and if you were to be working for the circus, you might as well know just what you were getting yourself into.

    The circus tent was loud with laughter and the sounds of an awed crowd. It was a little overwhelming, to be honest. There were simply too many voices, too many lights- and yet when you finally set aside your grievances to try and enjoy the show, you still struggled.

    The monkeys were annoyed with their handler, and every shout towards the crowd was an insult. The lion was young, and still afraid he wouldn’t make the jump through that vicious ring of fire- still healing from the burns he earned by brushing against the flames during the last performance. The doves from the magician act were a bonded pair, rejoicing the time and attention they were being given in the spotlight- and yet the male was already dreading their moments after the show and the dark, dirty cage they would kept in. The female was trying her best to cheer him up. Every animal was unafraid to keep their voice down, and you had never heard animals speak so loudly before. Part of you wonders if it was simply because they were so used to being ignored, they had grown used to letting their voice free- speaking from the heart and yet always being unheard.

    You didn’t like this part of the circus much- and although the tricks these animals did were beautiful and amazing, you couldn’t manage to enjoy it like all the others around you did. You were frowning while all others were smiling and laughing so joyously- perhaps that was what drew him to you in the first place. 

    “And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present-” All but one of the spotlights have started to circle around the tent, the ringmaster standing completely within the only lingering light. “Our Flying Fiend… the Daredevil Demon… The one and only, Nightcrawler!” Every moving spotlight lands on a single man standing on one of the high beams. He’s smiling so brightly that you can see it from where you stand feet below him. He’s… strange. Elf-like ears, yellow eyes, and blue skin. A pointed tail sways eagerly behind him, and he takes a deep bow in front of you. His yellow eyes peer open as he does so, and for a moment, you swear he looks straight at you. You’re not entirely sure if he was wearing a costume or not anymore. 

    The performance starts out with one hell of a beginning. Every flip and jump is an incredible act of athleticism- and you find your eyes following Nightcrawler throughout every trick. Two other acrobats join the fray, and yet he’s the only one who catches your eye. At one point, they bring out these long swings- ones that sweep right above the audience with every swoop. There’s one swing for every side of the audience- and the acrobats switch with a dramatic flare every few swings. 

    On the very last switch, Nightcrawler is the one who swings over your seats. 

    He’s much more handsome up close, you realize, blushing even where you are now. You swear with every swing, he’s looking at you. It makes your heart flutter a bit, and on the very last swing of the night, he takes out a rose, pretending to throw it to multiple groups of screaming fans, before he swings again with a dramatic flair. Unlike the other times, he’s holding onto the swing with his feet and tail. He’s so close to the audience without touching a single hair on anyone's head- and then he gets to you.

    You could have sworn that time had slowed, no matter how quickly it happened. The two of you finally lock eyes, and his hand stretches out. The rose falls into your lap, the air whooshing by your face as he’s gone just as quickly. You pick up the flower, a genuine smile finally on your face, and you find that all the other voices of excitement around you have finally drowned out.

    That was the first and last time you had watched the show at Herr Getmann's Traveling Menagerie. After that, you and your father were behind the scenes instead of in the stands. 

    It had been about a week and a half since you and your father had been walking to the circus to work. He knew every path and every road like the back of his hand, insisting the two of you walk instead of drive to save money on gas, and he just so happened to know a few shortcuts through the woods. Usually, you were able to rely on him to guide you, but today you woke up late. Your father had already left without you- which you’re not entirely sure wasn’t intentional. He did leave a note for you, giving you instructions on how to get there on your own. 

    Needless to say, that didn’t actually work out too well. A thirty to forty-five-minute walk had quickly turned into an hour, and then an hour in a half. You were trying your absolute best to follow the instructions, but this was hardly a cohesive path in the middle of the woods. It wasn’t exactly easy.

    You’re beginning to give up at this point, stumbling through the brush as you try to find the general direction you think you’re supposed to be going. Your feet have started to ache and blister, and you find yourself beginning to lose hope.

    “Hello!” If the sound of the voice hadn’t scared the shit out of you, the strange man hanging upside down from the branches of a wild Crab apple tree certainly did. You shriek in terror, your feet slipping as you fall back on your butt. You hold your hands over your heart as the strange acrobat from the circus jumps down in a panic, holding his even stranger hands out in front of him.

    “Oh- Es tut mir Leid! I am so sorry! I had not meant to startle you!” He says frantically, kneeling down to help you up in a very gentlemanly manner. You’re wide-eyed as you look at him, letting him help you up without a fuss. Up close and in broad daylight like this, it was very clear that he certainly was… Blue, to say the least.

    “I-it’s okay.” You stutter. He smiles warmly at you, tail swaying excitedly behind him, and it simply confirms to you that he wasn’t wearing a costume at all. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find some words. He blinks at you as you do so, patiently (if not obliviously) waiting for you to speak.

    “You’re from the circus, aren’t you?” Is what you finally land on, still a little startled from before. The acrobat nods eagerly.

    “I am. I'm happy that you remember me! I’ve been told I leave a bit of an impression.” He jokes, and you find yourself smiling again. He was charming, for someone so strange. “The farrier is your father, right?” He asks, taking you by surprise. You didn’t think that anyone had taken the time to notice you, your father’s shadow in every sense of the word. It makes you feel a little funny, but surely he didn’t remember you from that first performance, right? Maybe he’s just very observant of those who come in and out of the circus stables. 

    “Well, yes.” You affirm, starting to anxiously fiddle with your fingers. “I didn’t really expect you to know who I was, to be honest.” He lets out a happy chuckle at that.

    “Of course, I know! A face like yours is hard to forget.” He chirps, sending you a wink. “But I must say, You’re a bit far from the circus, Meine Freundin.” You make a bit of a grimace at that, and he sends you a questioning smile.

    “Yes, well… To be frankly honest, I’m a bit lost.” You admit, eyes locked solely on the ground, taking the time to notice the various fruits that had fallen from the tree and gone bad. You can see the acrobat’s tail swaying in your peripheral vision, and still feel his eyes on you. It makes you blush a little from embarrassment, a little flustered that you had become so lost.

    “I’ll gladly show you the way, I was just about to go back myself.” Your head snaps up to look at him in bewilderment at that, before you realize just how lucky you are to have found him out here. He picks up a basket of crab apples that you hadn’t noticed before, and you offer to carry it for him as a thanks for guiding you back. He won’t let you no matter how hard you try, certainly the first gentleman you’ve met in quite a while. He tells you that your profuse thanks is more than enough for him.

    The two of you get to talking while you make the long walk back to the circus, and he tells you about his mother, Margali Szardos, and how she had asked him to wander over this way to pick the fruit from the crab apple tree for her. She was fairly adamant about him doing so, telling him that it was of great importance, but he didn’t quite understand why fruit could be such a pressing matter. He’s very funny, and you find yourself greatly enjoying his company. The two of you feel like close friends already, and you hadn’t even realized that you didn’t even know his real name until you’ve already arrived at the plethora of brightly colored circus tents.

    “I’m so sorry, I don’t believe I ever asked for your name.” You say, the awkwardness of the question not even registering with how happy you are to simply be in his company. He sends you another dazzling smile before he holds his hand, offering it for you to shake.

    “I’m Kurt.” He tells you. You introduce yourself as well, happy to have made a new friend today. You hear someone calling your name from not too far away, and spot your father waving his hand at you, calling you over.

    “I have to go, but thank you so much for your help!” You say, once again thanking him adamantly.

    “Walking with you was lovely. I hope to see you more often.” Kurt says, right before you go. You can’t help but blush a little, unable to keep yourself from smiling widely. You couldn’t help it! He was just so handsome in both looks and personality, the strangeness of his skin color and three-fingered hands being something you easily begin to care less and less about.

    “Likewise.” You agree, almost completely flustered. Your father calls for you again, and you quickly say your goodbyes before you rush off to him. You find yourself in a rather good mood for the rest of the day, despite your sore and blistered feet from the long journey here.

    Many months flew by very fast while you and your father worked for the circus, and you and Kurt had grown very close. He visited you when he could sneak away from practice and performances, and although you were more concerned about him staying out of trouble, you began to appreciate the company beyond the way a simple friend would, finding yourself blushing and flustered while around him.

    A fact that hadn’t changed throughout your time there was the treatment of many of the animals. All of them had a grievance or problem of some sort, and it broke your heart to have to stand by without the ability to help them. In the eyes of the circus, you were just the Ferrier’s assistant, nothing more. At first, you were, in the very least. Some of the animal trainers had noticed how good you were with the horses, and how even the most skittish of the equine animals would calm around you and let you handle them without any trouble. Things like that don’t go unnoticed, and soon enough many of the animal handlers had heard about your “gift” with the live attractions. Part of this was due to your Father’s constant bragging about your special skill with animals, although you were the only one who knew the truth about it all. After a while, the frustrated animal trainers began to ask you to assist them with the other animals as well, noting how it hadn’t taken very long before they were at ease around you. The size of cages and the attitudes of the trainers were something you couldn’t change very much, but even if you could only help out with a few things here and there, you were happy- and the animals were too.

    Today, you were doing your best to handle an absolute disaster. 

    Tonight’s animal show was a new set, with lots of loud noises and the pops of fireworks launching far, far above the tops of the tallest tent. With so many new lights and colors, they should have known something was bound to go wrong- and boy, did it. The smallest pony in the show was a stunning Blue Roan mare named Bubbles- and unlike many of the other mares in the show, she was very skittish. Her trainers mostly knew to be careful around her, but that consideration slipped under the radar when it came to all the new changes. Her show went by relatively seamless, with only a few issues here and there- but it was enough to put her on edge. When the fireworks finale went off as she was being led out of the main tent, it was just her last straw.

    I don’t like them. I don’t like the loud noises. Bubbles is pacing anxiously in the back of her tiny stable, still having trouble settling down. Every bump or noise from outside and even the neighboring stables sends her spiraling again. You’re standing at the gate, giving her a cautious amount of room to pace and worry so that she doesn’t feel trapped by you. 

    “I know, Bubbles, It’s okay.” You whisper. You’re so concerned for her, and angry with her trainers, too. It makes your blood boil to remember how one of them had gotten frustrated with her tonight, eventually giving up on settling her completely and thrusting her reins at you, telling you to “take this stupid thing somewhere else!”. The lack of patience and understanding makes you rage, but you know you can’t say a thing if you want to keep this opportunity to work with the animals.

    Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so scared. I’ll do better, I promise. Bubbles says again. The words almost bring tears to your eyes, hurting for her. You hate seeing her so scared.

“Hey, hey. Easy, I’m not mad at you, I promise. You’re safe with me, okay?” You tell her, starting to slowly approach her as her pacing begins to slow. She whinnies once, huffing as she tries her best to calm herself down. Eventually, she begins to settle, letting you get close enough to reassuringly pet her nose and flank. She leans into the comforting touches, finally beginning to relax after being high-strung for so long. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, enjoying each other's company as you hear the sounds of the circus begin to dwindle and die.

     I’m sorry for all the trouble. Bubbles apologizes quietly.

    “You haven’t been any trouble, Bubbles, I promise.” You say soothingly. “Do you want to talk for a bit before I go?” She nods her head, and that’s all the answer you need.

    The two of you talk for a long, long while as you take off her tack and brush her down, pampering her as you ready her for bed. You talk about food, trainers, the new horseshoes she’s getting next week- anything at all. Even Kurt comes up in conversation, eventually.

    I like him. She says decisively. He sneaks me leftover apples. You can’t help but giggle at that, already having a hunch that he had been giving the horses treats while no one was looking. Not that you really mind, it was nice to know that they had someone other than you and your father looking out for them.

    “I agree. He’s very nice.” You say, smiling brightly. She noses you in response.

    I think he likes you, too. You instantly blush at her words, shaking your head at her with a flustered smile. You honestly doubted he saw you as much more of a friend, even if the two of you have had somewhat sensitive moments sometimes.

    “I really don't think-”

    “Guten Abend!” You can’t help but shriek at the greeting, knowing just who it was as you whip around in the stable, spotting Kurt leaning against the gate with a cheesy smile.

    “Kurt! You have got to stop scaring me like that!” You scold, throwing the dandy brush at him. He pretends to be wounded, holding a hand over the spot it hit him dramatically as he laughs.

    “I’m sorry. Seems I couldn’t help myself.” Kurt says, and you lightly slap his arm again for good measure when you can reach him, trying and failing to keep yourself from smiling at his antics.

    “You could have startled Bubbles. It took forever for me to get her settled after the show today!” You scold him again, smile not letting up for a second. Kurt smiles a little nervously at that before he looks behind you to see the completely unbothered Bubbles.

    He wouldn’t have- I saw him come in. She says. You wave her off discreetly. That’s not the point, Bubbles! But even without being able to understand her, Kurt seems to get the hint that she wasn’t even a tad bit bothered and jumps the gate with such ease you can’t help but be a little jealous of his athleticism. 

    “Then I’ll apologize to you too, Bubbles.” Kurt cooes, lavishing her forehead and muzzle with pets and kisses that she happily receives. You watch him with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. You knew you were absolutely gone on him, this little crush of yours having developed into true and deep feelings of affection. But how could you not? Even watching him right now it’s clear to see the kindness and support he gives to every living thing regardless of status or species. That meant more to you than you think he might ever know.

    “How was it out there?” You ask eventually, leaning against the side of the stable.

    “So-so. The crowds have started to react less to our sets. Mother says that we’ll get better reactions if we change the performance a little.” Kurt shrugs, tail tucked tightly around his own waist- something you noticed he did every time he entered the stables so that he wouldn’t startle the horses with the snake-like limb. You frown, eyebrows furrowing at the news. You knew that they had been trying some new things for the animal shows, but the acrobatics had always been so incredible and immaculate. It’s strange to you that anyone would look on at that part of the show with a straight face.

    “And how does Ringmaster Getmann feel about that?” You ask. Bubbles huffs through her nose angrily at his name, and you join Kurt by her side, petting her shoulder. You can see that Kurt is frowning, not responding to your question as his eyes stay squarely on Bubbles. 

    “...Kurt?” You’re really worried for him now, knowing that the look on his face can only mean that nothing good will come of it.

    “It’s nothing for you to worry over.” Kurt responds after a minute. “He wants us to do riskier tricks, but Mother keeps telling him it’s not the best idea. He’s rather adamant about it though.” His voice is soft while he delivers the news, and it makes you wonder how on earth he’s not angry about the blatant disregard for both his and his adoptive siblings’ safety.

     I knew I had a good reason to hate that man! Bubbles speaks angrily as she flicks her tail, Kurt being the only reason she hadn’t bucked or stopped in frustration. Your worry begins to deepen as you think everything over.

    “I- You won’t get hurt, will you?” You ask, worry clearly spilling into your tone. “The animal injuries are already bad enough, but if he starts risking human lives-”

    “I’ll be fine, Schatz.” Kurt cuts you off, stepping away from Bubbles to take your hands in his own. The nickname had a tendency to make your heart flutter, but right now all you could feel was the anxiety of an impending disaster. “Please don’t worry for me.” He tells you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. You’re breath catches at the act, and when you look at him there's a fond, reassuring look on his face. Still, it did not ease your worries in the slightest. Kurt takes a step closer to you, his hand cupping your face now instead.

    “I can’t help it. I worry because I care.” You whisper. Kurt smiles softly at you, leaning in to rest his forehead against your own. The two of you sit in silence for a minute, reveling in the fond moment. Still, your lips tingled with how close the two of you are, eyes darting down to the shape of his lips as you ran your tongue across your own. Kurt’s pretty eyes don’t let the action go unnoticed. He begins to lean in to close the gap between the two of you, and your eyes flutter closed as he does so.

    “Kurt.” The voice startles the two of you, separating immediately. It’s Stephan, Kurt’s adoptive brother. He’s not only startled you and Kurt, but Bubbles too. She spooks in the tiny stables, rearing up before you immediately turn to her, doing your best to calm her down once again. She’s breathing a little hard, but she’s not pacing again, which was much better than before, although you were certainly peeved to have backtracked already.

   “You know you’re not supposed to linger around the stables after the show,” Stephan says to Kurt, who only frowns. The two had begun to form a rather strained relationship as of late, but neither of you would have expected him to go out of his way to catch Kurt like this. You glance back at them as you finish settling Bubbles, staying silent as the two of them share a look. Kurt’s tail sways a bit, and you can see Stephan roll his eyes at Kurt before he nods his head to the door and begins to leave. Kurt sighs deeply before he turns to you with a remorseful look.

    “I’ll see you soon- promise,” Kurt says, taking your hands in his own and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You’re frowning, unable to help it at this point due to the moment being ruined. Kurt leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead before he leaves, and you smile a bit. He gives you another quiet goodbye before he jumps the gate again, and follows his brother out.

    You're left standing there with Bubbles, and despite Kurt’s promises, you have an uneasy feeling in your chest. You want to blame it on the disappointment of the night, but you can't help but wonder when you'd actually get to see him again.

[mummers-of-the-heart]

To My Dearest One (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader)

Premise: Leon comes home after a mission.

Sad Vibes/Slight Comfort, Song fic

Word count: 1072

Content warning: Not beta read or really edited if I'm honest. Vague Infinite Darkness and RE6 spoilers. Leon and his whole deal, especially post-RE4 stuff. Depression. Isolation. Implied suicidal thoughts. Reader is sort of a living emotional crutch for Leon. Also reader is not quite all right. I can't write domestic fluff for the life of me. Look, the grammar is going to be a mess, I constantly switch between using APA, AP, and MLA on a regular basis for professional stuff. My brain is gonna zone out here.

Song fic time and first time writing Leon. Came up with the idea while I was studying for my interrogation test for history and I had a concert where this song was performed playing in the background. Finished writing this in between studying for my psych exam in a couple days. Hope you enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Song: Itoshiki Hito E (To My Dearest One) by Kotobuki Reiji (CV: Morikubo Showtaro), Translation by Utapri No Sekai (slight variation by me)

The apartment is quiet besides the sounds of light music and cooking as he enters. Despite living there for a few years, it lacks much character causing it to feel hollow. One of the only things proving that it was Leon's apartment was the sun damaged photos, yellowed with time.

One of them from years ago as he visited Sherry on her birthday. The smile on the girl's face. Claire.

It all felt so distant.

Everything grew out of reach. Nothing seemed to last for a broken man, especially for one who had the bright sparkle in his eyes beaten out so violently.

As he approaches the kitchen, the smell of onion and herbs wafting through the air, Leon notices the nostalgic yellow tinted light that colors the white walls.

At the stove-top was a familiar figure standing before a pot of soup.

You.

A heart made of glass is always... hurting anything that tries to touch it. Yet you embrace it so tight without fear.

His arms wrap around your waist as his head sits upon yours in this rehearsed dance. He smells your shampoo as he takes a deep breath.

"Welcome back, Leon.” You say in a light tone as if he wasn't gone for a little over a week. "I'm making tortellini soup tonight."

He can hear how much you missed him. Even if you don't say it, those feelings tinge your voice.

"Mmm," he sighs with closed eyes, "That sounds good. Haven't had that in awhile."

Leon’s hold on you is strong. He wants to savor the moment.

There’s an itch in the back of his mind; one that would never leave. That this relationship would only hurt you. That he was taking advantage of your kindness. That he could never express just how much he loved the sense of normalcy you brought.

As if sensing his emotions, you quietly grab his left hand with a softness Leon wasn’t used to feeling.

Your hands were light compared to his calloused hands, which were covered in blood. Regrets marred his digits.

The plush feeling of your lips is unfamiliar to his inner wrist. This intimate touch caused Leon to melt.

A simple touch, a simple act, a simple situation in your eyes but it doesn’t feel so simple to him.

A clink as the spoon is set down. You turn around to face him.

But such happiness is sometimes, through cruelty of God, suddenly in front of my eyes… disappears and it makes me so scared.

The look in your eyes, how greatly it contrasted the steely eyes he would see everyday. Fresh eyes that didn’t twist with fear, changed. Not hardened by painful experiences. The look in your eyes is different.

Tired but understanding.

It is something that Leon was grateful for. A calm in a life that he felt so little choice or support in. A happiness from not feeling alone.

A deep hunger satiated but it caused a fear to rise.

What if you saw what he faces everyday? What if you got hurt even more than before? What if… you left?

They kept scratching at the back of his mind.

I live only for your sake. This voice will take an oath, to my dearest one.

Night carried on. Dinner came and went. No discussion of his work.

The ticking of the clock counting down the seconds before the feeling of the mattress would soon greet the two of you. The nighttime routine felt so unfamiliar. He was a stranger to this domestic moment.

“Apparently Sara,” your coworker, Leon had to remind himself as you spoke, “had decided to drag me out while you were gone. Saying that I was being too focused on work again.”

You roll your eyes in a familiar manner as you wipe the skin of your face with a cloth. There’s a soft, tired look, one that is aware of reality.

“Right.” Leon responds. “I already know you were hunched over your desk, typing away at a proposal looking like Gollum." He chuckles as he remembers the first time he saw you at work.

“Hey.” You pout cutely in response, before sitting on the bathroom counter and sighing. “Let me see your face.”

You put out your hand expectantly and he obliges as he puts his chin in your hand. Reaching with your other to grab his cloth and wetting it with water, you smile sweetly with the look that Leon loved.

A careful caress with the cloth as you clean his face. Your thumb traces over faint scars, reminders of the memories he can never escape. There’s a tightening in his heart at this touch.

As you finish and wring out the cloth, you turn back to face him still sitting on the counter. The softness of your hand shifts to cradle the side of his face.

In response, he lifts your chin with his fingers and gives that charming smile of his. “I have the world in my hands.”

“Not sure about that.” You reply softly. “Pretty sure I got it in mine.”

As you get into bed, due to a learned habit after living with Leon for four months, get into the side of the bed away from the door. He lies across from you and lets out a heavy sigh, as he feels exhaustion wash over him.

His hand finds its way to your waist as the light turns off. Leon’s face burrows itself in the crook of your neck, like something was commanding him to get as close as possible to you. To find the core to the warmth. The rhythm of your breath, a lullaby, gently sends him to sleep as his fingers curl atop your skin slightly.

Even at that moment, the scratching turned into digging.

Your eyes heavy and on the verge of the precipice, a whisper drifts from Leon’s lips as he is asleep.

“My only… Make me happy when…”

Will it be sent to you? Will it be conveyed? Words will never be enough… for this feeling of mine, to my dearest one.

By the time the rays of the sun bounce off your gentle skin, Leon is awake and doesn’t move as he watches you sleep peacefully. A smile creeps onto his face as he notices a line of drool.

In that moment, the man, who long lost his faith and wishes, says a silent prayer.

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[galedekarios]

how close you are (two hearts beating a perfect rhythm)

ever since i first played through the test of love with gale, i couldn't stop thinking about what if he had to answer questions of his own. so this is that, completely self-indulgent. 🖤

~*~

"What is the drow’s favourite colour?"

Someone less inclined towards forgiveness, towards acceptance, than Gale would say red. Altonaufein knows he had spilled enough blood in his past for it to be an answer to the dryad’s question–and one he would accept. 

Yet the thought of it alone brings memories with it. Unwelcome. Unkind. 

(There is blood everywhere. I’m lost in it. I breathe blood, not air–)

Mal’ai. Calm.

With a shake of his head and a deep breath, Altonaufein’s eyes, blood red themselves, dart to Gale’s. The wizard’s patient gaze meets his before warm brown eyes widen. Perhaps the drow has given himself away with this glance alone.

“Brown,” Gale says and the answer is so uncharacteristically short for the man that it speaks of his surprise, the right answer coming to him in a moment of realisation. 

~*~

“Where does the worst of his scars linger?”

Gale knows intimately what lies hidden under the heavy chain mail and gambeson, protected further by a simple linen undershirt: A web of raised scars on the drow’s back, a testament of his sisters’ unimaginable cruelty. He had run his hands over each lash mark, touch light as a feather, perhaps to offset the violence that had caused them. 

Still, Gale knows all too well that some hurts run far deeper.

“He fears what happened: What he doesn't remember and what he does remember.”

He will not say more, not even here, in the privacy of this illusion around them, and the way Altonaufein’s eyes–not the colour of blood, not to Gale, but priceless rubies–glow softly with the affection the cleric feels at the man's thoughtfulness. And the dryad has her answer.

~*~

“When does Altonaufein feel safest?”

Once–not so long ago–the answer might have been nowhere. Later then, with his two scimitars in hand would have been true. 

Now, both would be a lie. 

He had felt it first as Karl held him close, knowing just who he was and what he had done.

Kulg Llarzoran Ithrana d'qu'ellar Hlarahel.

Jaluk.

Auflaque.

Dirt elf.

Alton.

The broadness of the man had felt like a haven instead of a threat in a way perhaps only one of the Ilmatari could. 

He had felt it again as he had been cradled in the Weave, Gale knowing his every thought and every desire, every part of himself that was dark and ugly, light and beautiful.

“Being known and accepted for who he is, that is… true safety to him.”

~*~

Drawn together by the bond between them, a push and pull both have followed, Gale realises just how close they are to each other when a calloused hand brushes against his cheek. 

“Ussta ssussun.” 

He knows only a handful of words in Drowic, most of them from late nights and some early mornings at the Yawning Portal, though he has made it his mission to learn more–still, even so, Gale knows this endearment well:

My light.

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drowic translation:

-ma'lai = idiot -kulg ("male offspring in the house", lit. meaning "dirt") llarzoran ("three" bc he's the third-born) ithrana (name of his mother) qualla hlarahel ("of house hlarahel") -jaluk = male -auflaque = dog -ussta ssussun = my light

[lillxart]

The Men Who Married A God:

Translated by Thomas Patharius  

By Thomas Patharius

I

I came across an interesting legend in the temple archives; the Temple of Lorkir of course, and asked permission from Head Priest Pale if I could translate it. Despite the document casting quite the ill favor on his God, he was more than happy to approve. This account is known as the ‘Men Who Married A God’.

There was once an Altmer mage named Uthrin’dil. He was well accomplished, respected by his peers, wealthy, and had a beautiful betrothed who would guarantee him perfect Altmer children. He had a deep understanding of magic, and through this understanding accomplished things others could not. He often ventured into the darkness in order to uncover its secrets so he could further his study into the innerworkings of the Magnagee. Daedric Princes had tried to tempt him, but he was too crafty to fall for their wiles. Truly, he was an exemplary Altmer. 

One day Uthrin’dil ventured once more into the darkness, and there he saw a face. A beautiful light that pierced through his heart and soul, touching him in a way no magic had ever touched him before. The light took shape of a woman and she sat on a throne of jewels and white hot fire. On her crown were a pair of dragon’s horns, and from her back was a tail that moved like a lash, with every whip he felt power surge through his body, and every flutter of her lashes he felt his knees weaken like worn wood. Before he could touch the woman a river of blood and cries erupted from her feet full of both ben and mer attempting to clamp onto his robes and pull him under. Before he was overcomed Uthrin’dil fled from the darkness, returning to Nirn. When he finally regained his senses he felt passion possessed him like a ghost and his heart then only sang for the woman he saw, and he began research on who she was and how he could meet her. 

Uthrin’dil learned that the being he saw was the God of Cruelty, Lorkir. He then threw himself into researching as much as he could about her, the more he read the more his desire for her rooted itself in his heart like the roots of a plant clinging to stones. He then came up with what he believed to be a ritual to summon the deity, or at the very least, carry his cries to her. 

Uthrin’dil performed the ritual and Lorkir appeared to him. Before she could utter a word, the Altmer stood proud before her and begged. “Marry me, oh great Harbinger! Be my wife and my wife alone!”

Lorkir responded. “I cannot touch those whom my fellow Divines have not abandoned. If you wish to have me, then you must profane the other Eight. You must profane Julianos.”

And so Uthrin’dil walked into the college at which he taught from and profaned it, corrupting the wisdom in the texts and teachings to his peers and students. Those who left his lectures lost their ability to think, becoming as simple animals unable to discern. He had profaned Julianos. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her.

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Stendarr.” She replied. 

And so Uthrin’dil captured and bound many righteous elves who had protected the land and were trusted by the people, dragging them into caves starving them out and forcing them to eat each other without mercy. When the last elf stood amongst the rotting corpses of his comrades he was consumed by despair and fell on his sword. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Kynareth.” 

And so Uthrin’dil casted mass confusion magic over the harbors causing many sailors to lose their way, unable to find home no matter the winds, no matter the currents, no matter the stars. Ships went out and never returned, man and mer starving and drowning while their cries to salvation were drowned out by the fear that took them. When Uthrin’dil was done he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Arkay.” She replied. 

And so Uthrin’dil found a vampire and took his ashes, mixing it with blood and other alchemical ingredients until the vampire’s disease was given liquid form. He disguised himself as a merchant and made the potions out to be wine. He traveled the land leaving a trail of vampiric corruption as towns and cities were becoming overrun with fledgling vampires. When the crisis grew too large to be ignored any longer the Altmer rallied together to massacre half its nation in order to stamp out the corruption. When Uthrin’dil was done and there was no one else he could infect, he returned to her. 

“I have done as you asked.” He said. 

“Now you must profane Zenithar.” She replied.

And so Uthrin’dil burned to the ground his holdings, left to him by the first of his line and destroyed the research he had dedicated his life to. He set fire every article of clothing, threw his treasures away into the sea, and burned every book until his estate was blazing so bright and so hot it could be seen from the neighboring cities. When Uthrin’dil was done, and he was left with nothing, he returned to her.

“I have done as you asked, now shall we be wed?”

“Soon. Now you must profane Mara and Dibella.” She replied. 

“And how might I accomplish such a task?”

Lorkir showed him a vision of his fiance, and he knew what he needed to do. 

And so, Uthrin’dil sullied his fiance’s maidenhood until her gentle heart had been corrupted. She sneered at him like an animal, now robbed of her elegant elven beauty because of his brutal treatment. She scratched and clawed at him, and Uthrin’dil stabbed her in the heart, skinning her and presenting the skin to Lorkir. 

“You have done well. But now there is only one God left to profane. You must profane Auri-el.”

Uthrin’dil felt discord rising in his heart. He had done all of this, yet he has not been counted worthy to wed her? Desperate, passion burning in his chest he pleaded with her, “How does one profane Auri-el?”

Lorkir smiled at him and reached out her clawed hands. Light shined through her eyes, it's brilliant glory giving him a taste of the feeling he experienced before when he saw her in the darkness. Her voice was gentle, sweet like a song coming from a lyre. “To profane Auri-el, you merely have to take my hand.”

And so Uthrin’dil took the hand of the God of Cruelty and his heart was revealed to him. In his abandonment of the Gods he had become blacker than obsidian, vileness came out of his lips and he craved impurities so intensely he drew his own blood and drank his own sweat in feverish desire. He laid with animals and ate corpses and casted spells raising the dead and using them to slaughter the remaining nearby villages while he danced in its madness. He had laid waste to everything, flora and fauna. In the destruction he wrought, Lorkir was delighted. 

When he came to her a final time, the rivers had turned to blood and corpses of man and mer were crying from the dirt. He stood upon the wasteland and offered it to his dark Goddess as a show of his worth. Lorkir accepted his gift with gladness, a wicked pleasure in her grin. 

“Now, I shall grant your desire.” Lorkir drew close to the mad warlock and opened her mouth, consuming his soul. Marriage is to become one, and now he will never be separated from her realm ever again.

[purlty23]

that recent commission 👁️👁️ we need more mean dom Papa IV in the fandom

I argee. I dont think he has as much of a temper as the others, like when they get mad its genuine even though its controlled and safe. With him, he purposely plays it up. He gets annoyed, hes italian, sometimes he can get loud, but hes a soft guy. He knows that shouting and red hot anger dont always fix things. He also knows that some of his demons crave it. They need a harsh hand and a striking palm to keep them in place, to make them feel secure, to make them cum. Dew is the one who gets it most, because they have an arrangement. More under the cut cause I have feelings, rated like PG 13. Theres hints of sexual tension but nothing happens, nothing is explicit

After Terzo was…. Removed from his position. Let go, if you will. Afterwards, Dew was so angry all the time. He felt he had no safety to run back to. Other ghouls couldn’t be his rock the way he knew some were tyring. Most ghouls were gone, and the ones that somehow made it were shaken and unsure if theyd be next. Aether couldn’t console him, because Dew couldn’t believe his reassurances. Then Copia was introduced to them as the successor.

This guy? Dew had thought to himself. No way. He was a pushover, a scrub, unfit for the role he was being given. Dew hated him.

When Copia would speak, he’d scoff and avert his eyes. He’d cross his arms, flare himself in a way that still ached at his newly scarred and almost healed gills. He’d take every chance he could to scare and terrorize and bestow cruelty on the Cardinal. If asked, he’d say it was for his own amusement. To anyone with eyes it was clear he was lying.

It was after the second time Dew had barricaded him into the confessional booth during his shift there that Copia had had enough. It wasn’t a simple thing to corner a ghoul, but it wasn’t impossible. Enlisting the help of his still forming ghoul pack, he was able to find himself glaring down the newly turned fire ghoul. He always looked small. Somehow, he had never looked as tiny nor as snake-like than now; backed against the wall with nowhere to run in the cramped supply closet of the rehearsal room.

“Tell me, what slight have I committed?” The cardinal demanded. Of course, as soon as he started, his mouth caught up with the ball of nerves in his stomach and it all unravelled over his tongue. “I cannot recall a single moment! Did I step on your tail without my knowledge? Eat a leftover with your name on it? Is my presence such a hinderance? What would you have me to? Leave?”

“No!” The string of otherworldly curses thrown at him were laced with snarls and hisses, completely falling on deaf ears since Copia could barely translate.

Without thinking, his gloved hand slammed into the space on the wall right next to Dew’s head. Their eyes locked, mismatched brown and white falling down into pools of dark black with only pinpricks of-

Oh. Those pinpricks expanded before his gaze. Deep, heavy dishes looked up at him as bright molten blush. Something had changed, and it had done so very quickly. Like something had clicked into place in Dew’s mind.

Leaning in, he felt the warmth. Dew’s heart pounded in his ears and he swore it was loud enough for the cardinal to hear.

“…Is this what it takes to get you to behave?” Copia murmured.

After a moment of tense silence, Dew shook his head once. Bratty and defiant.

Getting closer, Copia’s lips brushed over golden strands of hair as he spoke into the ghoul’s ear. “More?”

Finally, Dew nodded.

[dasphinxone]

As Above, So Below Chapter 7 Preview: Wedding Preparations 𓐬 🦈

NSFW, MINORS DNI

Ever since the picnic, Attuma gifted Okoye with more and more water proof clothing from Talokan. Mostly on account of their increasingly normal routine of meeting at the river shore a meandering walk from the rear of her house. While she was well aware of the various inlets and small islands of the winding tributary that fed from the Nyanza (Lake Victoria as the colonizers called it), she’d never discovered them so up close and personal. Now she could with Attuma’s rebreather. Along with how easily he carried her on his broad, warm back as he walked into the river for their swims. 

On this early afternoon, she could only steal away from training the new recruits for an hour or so. Much to Attuma's disappointment. 

“I won’t apologize for doing my duty,” Okoye shrugged. Eyes bright with challenge, she dangled her calves in the water from where she sat along the wide, sandy strip of beach. It formed the peninsula of an inlet a few miles south of her home. “Ukulungiselela okona kubi, kufuneka uqeqeshe ngezona zibalaseleyo,” she hummed as Attuma leisurely bobbed in the water in front of her. 

“To prepare for the worst, you must train with the best,” her beads translated aloud.

"A worthy sentiment," Attuma replied as he smoothly paddled closer. He didn’t require his mouth rebreather in the water. Okoye was swiftly learning that without it, his handsome face bore a myriad of expressions. A far cry from the predatory focus he directed at he on the bridge that night. 

“I also do not begrudge you your obligations," he grinned, "Even if it means I cannot constantly feast my eyes upon you."

“Greedy shark,” Okoye admonished while aiming a splash in his direction. He easily dodged it while moving closer.

Okoye had changed out of her Midnight Angels uniform back at her home into another of Attuma's waterproof gifts. The light orange tunic's short cap sleeves were embroidered in turquoise and green geometric shapes riddled with tiny white seed pearls. Their matching bloomer shorts sealed closed just below mid-thigh. Attuma took her in with rapt attention. Especially as her shorts rode upwards as she leaned back on her hands and turned her face up towards the sun while closing her eyes. His gaze traced the elegant line of her throat wrapped in the finely carved, gold circles of her dzilla necklace. The afternoon light bore down on her, casting her in its burnished glow. 

“Can you blame me?” he pouted, now within arm's reach of her,  “I simply wish to engage with my other half," he insisted. "You would deny me that? Such cruelty, woman,” the amusement danced around his words.

"I thought you mighty Talokanil were stronger than mere words?" she chuckled, looking back down at him.

"Not when they fall from your sweet lips, my warrior," he suggestively waggled his brows.

"Attuma!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t hold back a breathless laugh with her halfhearted slap of his hand away where he began running it up and down her knee. His battle worn palms tickled her warm skin as his other hand lightly grabbed her opposite ankle. 

Okoye didn't fight him as he swam closer to settle himself in between her spread legs. All despite how she admonished, “Someone will see us!”

“I promise they will hear you before that,” he murmured. 

“Always so full of jokes,” she hummed, arching a brow. 

He dropped lower into the water, shoulder deep. It allowed him to press a kiss to just above her knee. The wicked gleam in his dark eyes set her stomach fluttering as he hummed, “Who said I lie?”

Okoye bit at her lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet at the wonderfully wet drag of Attuma'a mouth up her leg. He pushed the hem of her tunic higher to expose her supple stomach to the attentions of his mouth as his other hand on her ankle swept upwards. Now she couldn't swallow down her gasp as began kissing little nips to her midsection. Playful, he followed them up with a swirl of his tongue to soften their sting.

She was struck by how easily he proceeded to haul himself out of the water. His wide shoulders glistened in the bright sun as streams of water recklessly spilled down the expanse of his thick body. She couldn’t help but marvel at how his skin slowly shifted from olive brown to soft azure. She’d learned weeks ago that he wouldn’t suffocate for some hours without his mouth rebreather since he also wore his gill one. Mostly due to the mouth one used more to ensure his people's throats wouldn't dry out in discomfort. He was also currently very close to water. 

Okoye raised her bare foot to press against his chest as he attempted to crawl over her. All predatory grace made tantalizing by how his obsidian gaze captured hers. Both his hands now fell to her waist. It caused her to lean back until she lay somewhat prone but still sitting up on her elbows. She didn’t mind how wet his grip was. If anything, it was a relief on this hot day. 

The corner of her mouth tilted upwards. "What are you going to do now, shark man?” 

“What do you wish of me?” Attuma growled before pushing aside her foot. 

It fell back to the blanket as he leaned down to nudge his nose against the side of her neck. Rapidly maneuvering himself had him now nestled between her open thighs. His hardening arousal under his loincloth could be felt against the front of her shorts. Combined with his full weight nearly all on top of her? It made the pleasant drag of his bone nose plug at her throat that much more satisfying. 

“Command me, in eek'e [my star],” he insisted. Words ghosting along her pulse point, he roughly added, “If you dare.”

She challenged him with a tilt of her chin, “What if I want you to take care of me?” 

"U yaan meent [It will be done]," he rumbled. His gentle fingers tracing her jaw, the bubbles in his gill rebreather swirled with his hitched, deep inhale.

Okoye tossed one of her arms around his blue shoulder. It caused him to pause and take her in. His gaze swept her stunning face as she breathlessly commanded, “So kiss me, oyena krebe wam umnandi kum [my sweetest shark].”

Her mouth fell open with a whine as he licked into a biting kiss to the pulsepoint on the side of her neck. The brilliant thrum of her heartbeat echoed in his ears with intoxicating zeal. Continuing his languid journey upward with his mouth, he noted what brought out her most pleased noises. He repeated his efforts as his other hand cupped down her side. His muffled laugh against her cheek met her giggle at the ticklish sensation from his calloused fingers working their way along her. Her surprised exhale allowed him to then steal a kiss from her full mouth.

Attuma marveled at the burning feel of her lithely strong body gradually falling pliant under him as she hungrily licked into his mouth. Her hand moved through his tangled tresses with a firm tug. It had him growling against her as he deepened the kiss and swept past her lips. Tasting her sweetness proved a reward beyond imagining. Particularly as she lifted her hips to grind her still clothed center to him. 

Attuma’s fingers slipped to the hem of her shorts. He broke the kiss, smirking at how she attempted to lift her head to chase him. 

“May I?” he murmured against her ear, his hand tracing back and forth along her lower stomach. Okoye clutched his wrist and pushed him even lower, below the hem. A kiss to the side of his mouth had her nodding in affirmation. Attuma shifted so that she could completely capture his mouth for a quick moment before he commanded, “Tell me you wish it so.”

Her legs fell open even more. “Yes.”

He lowered his head to nibble at the tops of her breasts. “You are certain?”

Okoye groaned, eyes fluttering shut as she buried both hands in his hair. “Stop with your teasing, you menace.” 

Attuma sighed into her neck before lightly biting down. “Look at you,” he whispered as she let out a moan at how his fingers worked lower to glide along her slick pussy, “So prettily wet. All just for me?” 

“Only you,” Okoye’s heaved out

“And so I am yours,” Attuma reverently murmured into the valley of her breasts. 

“Consider yourself lucky,” Okoye panted laugh.

She was rewarded with Attuma’s amused grunt before he shoved her tunic upwards with his free hand to expose her to him. She barely had time to yank off her top before he had her sighing as his lips sucked at her peaked, dark nipple. Her stomach twisted and turned with growing pleasure at the way he slowly slipped a thick finger into her damp center. It was in contrast with how he hungrily sucked at her skin. Along with his thumb languidly starting to play along her clit. Her thighs jutted up from the blanket to get more contact with delightful feel of him between her legs. 

At her eager pull of his hair, he mapped a pattern of kisses down her quivering stomach as he began rocking in and out of her plush lower lips. Okoye’s surprised exclamation only made him smile and speed up his motions. The higher lift of her hips allowed him to slide her shorts down her legs and she kicked them off. 

Pulling away, his fiery eyes greedily swept her naked form now fully bared to him. She was exquisite, deep umber skin glowing with a thin sheen of perspiration as she writhed. How she tried to pull him back down her as he thrust in and out of her pliant pussy at increasing speed only made his thick cock twitch for her.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you look, in yakunaj [my love]?” he mused...

CHAPTER 7 COMING SOON.

[luckyfluffycloud]

Hello! I have a DC OC I made and have been working on for a long while. I'd love for it to be commented on. In fact, if some people can make artwork for her and maybe even start a webcomic series with it I'd be so happy! But hey, either way- this is Lois Deus.

*(Lois Deus is a 15 - 16 year old girl with heterochromia, her left eye being Hazel and her right eye being Blue. She wears a pair of Warwick Circular Frame Glasses. Her skin is a dark brown with pale white patches (Due to vitiligo) While her hair is black with blonde streaks. (height is 5'4 - 5'6) Although she appears (And presents) as a female, she's actually gender fluid & Non-Binary. She is a Godling / Demigod.

Personality: Much to many people's surprise- She is a lot more competent than most. In a general description- She is polite, patient, demure, calm, quiet, intelligent, loyal, logical, moralistic and brave- although she has the tendency to be pessimistic or lazy. She is prone to panic attacks and has trust issues, resulting in a tendency to be suspicious and cautious of people and things. She rarely expresses her own emotions and has trouble understanding people's emotions and how they correspond with their actions. [mostly due to her Anti-social personality disorder/ASPD & upbringing she tends to keep to herself to cope with her trauma and problems. She has hyperactive tendencies that are definitely a product of Attention-deficit & hyperactivity disorder/ADHD]

...Alternatively, it's revealed she has an alternate personality. Referred to as "Deus". (Deus...translates into Latin meaning "God") It is a manifestation of her trauma, fears, insecurities and negative emotions.

Her secondary personality at first seems fearless, childish, witty, and quirky, which covers up the more psychotic aspects to it- being unstable insane, sadistic, calculating, vicious, violent, and extremely unpredictable. it seems to have it's limits to who is able to be subjected to her cruelty. Or what are most likely preferences. Deus has no qualms with killing others and using it's powers at it's leisure. Don't get in it's way. Noticeably, when Deus is active, Lois's eyes change into more...intimidating colors. [Her left eye goes from Hazel to Amber- While her right eye goes from Blue to Gray]

Facts: Lois has Claustrophobia (the irrational fear of confined spaces.) and Agoraphobia( fear of entering open or crowded places. likely to cause situations that might cause panic, helplessness, or embarrassment.) She tends to crush on people easily, She is Demisexual (She does not experience sexual attraction until she has formed a close or deep emotional connection or bond with someone. It is sometimes defined as one who only experiences secondary sexual attraction.) & Panromantic (Her romantic attraction is influenced by other factors, such as presentation or personality. While she may have a preference for a certain gender identity, gender is not a factor in her attraction.)

She has a satchel [with a snake & apple pattern] that is a Subspace bag Lois carries everywhere she goes. Its capacity is unknown as it shares the same relative terms as the concept of Subspace, therefore it can be assumed it can carry quite a bit. Lois uses this shoulder-bag to hold her weapons [halberd and sniper-riffle] along with other miscellaneous objects [food, drinks, weapons, instruments and entertainment]

Lore: Her mother is Eris, the Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord. While her father is Loki the God of Mischief and Deception. Her parents weren't physically abusive, but were definitely cold and stifling (even hiring bounty hunters to bring her back at some point).

Tired of her life living as a prisoner to her parents, she attempts to escape. And as a punishment, she was disowned and sent to the mortal world. After being disowned and her immortality being altered (So that When killed, she will always return to life, therefore still immortal, but no longer invincible. She can be injured like anyone else...and feel pain. Being unable to die. Ever. Along with her ability to connect emotionally with others, [Intended to make her struggle with making strong relationships.]

Lois, now a young adult had no one left, nowhere to go. And with that, she chose to live a mortal life without recalling her Godhood. In that case she simply appears as a Teenager with no memory or past. Even though she acknowledges that she's a god-like being, she refuses to be called a god and never even refers to herself as a former one. [She doesn't even like to mention Mount Olympus or The Nine Worlds/Níu Heimar.]

Curses: As a result of falling from grace, The form of immortality that she was cursed with is called "Resurrective Immortality", wherein, even if she was to die, she will always return to life and look none the worse for wear. This is also considered a form of regeneration, although she can still be injured- the same as any mortal, however, death cannot hold her soul and her body will always reform. This form of immortality has its pros and cons; for someone like Lois who loves the thrill of battle, it means she will never truly fall and will always be able to fight more, or the fact she can get a higher adrenaline rush than a mortal, able to take any and every risk. However, due to never truly dying, she can be tortured indefinitely without the chance of ever dying, which is much worse. (Subverted, as she has an extreme pain-tolerance.)

Emotional Unavailability: Lois in general has a Distant, cold, or aloof demeanor- A difficulty talking about feelings and emotions. She has an Inability to understand and relate to others’ feelings, often getting Defensive when asked to change or let others in which often results in her shutting down or avoiding topics that require emotional openness. She impulsively withdraws from people or situations that provoke emotional reactions. She struggles with being vulnerable purposely avoiding intimacy and commitment.

Powers/Abilities: Shape-Shifting / Mimicry: She can change her shape, size, color, density, texture, cellular composition, and/or atomic composition to mimic qualities, impersonate entities, amplify abilities, and/or traverse environments. The origins of this power play a significant role in her capabilities and limitations; altering oneself on a cellular, atomic, and/or conceptual level will permit varying degrees of alteration; She is more than capable of employing near-indomitable deception into her strategies with her powers. Assuming the identity of distinguished or unsuspecting subjects allows for easier access to prohibited areas, superior persuasion, and potent espionage, depending upon the user's power and skill to imitate likenesses. So she's able to mimic and replicate the powers of subjects around herself. Unlike Empathic Mimicry, it is strictly physical, as it simply mimics the physical, genetic structure or superhuman physiology that enables abilities in other people. In addition, Power Replication can also come in useful as a support ability during battle. The power(s) the user copied may also get stronger when she is near the original power user, making the copied power(s) stronger than the original power.

Matter Manipulation: She can manipulate, create, shape, and control matter. complete control over matter pp: a substance that possesses mass that takes up space and fills up the universe's volume. Matter is one of the most common substances that describes the universe, including its variations and oppositions. From the orders of magnitude, matter can range from subatomic particles to astronomical scales, such as the observable universe. More specifically, elementary particles, atoms, molecules, everyday objects, plants, buildings, cities, mountains and ETC. are composed or contain fragments of matter that define it. Matter can exist in different states, generally through solid, liquid, gas, plasma, and other matter states. Because she can control matter, she can manipulate nearly "anything" in the universe. Lois can manipulate matter to transform and revamp the composition of an object from solid, to liquid, to gas, change its size from microscopic to building-sized, or disfigure and reassemble an object's matter into another form. Lois can create and destroy matter; something matter does not usually experience; On an astronomical scale, Lois can manipulate planets, to the universe, controlling everything that contains them, as she is technically a cosmic entity of great power

Equipment: Even though she can create any weapon she prefers to use a Halberd (A two-handed pole arm weapon consisting of an axe portion, a spike mounted to be used similar to a spear, and a blade to the side similar to a scythe.) and / or a high-caliber Sniper-Riffle (That resembles a cross between a sniper rifle and a crossbow. Her weapon allows her to shoot with pinpoint accuracy, up to 6 miles (or about 10 km) with a less-than an inch margin of error.)

When in her heroine attire, she wears a pair of goggles (instead of her glasses), which can be used as the following: glasses, sunglasses, camera, binoculars \ scope, with the ability to activate thermal vision, x ray vision, and night vision.

She has a satchel [with a snake & apple pattern] that is a Subspace bag Lois carries everywhere she goes. Its capacity is unknown as it shares the same relative terms as the concept of Subspace, therefore it can be assumed it can carry quite a bit. Lois uses this shoulder-bag to hold her weapons [halberd and sniper-riffle] along with other miscellaneous objects [food, drinks, weapons, instruments and entertainment]

Notable relations: Lois has a pet Griffin named Erik, who can change its size from the size of a wild horse to the size of the average domesticated cat. They have a psychic link with each other.

Jason Todd is her adoptive father, who took her in when she was thirteen [she's now fifteen]

Lois is Damian's bodyguard And portman (a person who will take the place of a person of importantance. An impersonator) The two of them are currently dating, which binds her to the mortal world.

Everyone in the Bat-Family is aware of Who and what she is. Parents [Who were controlling and Neglectful], powers [both useful and powerful] and all. And Lois is extremely helpful, definitely one of the nicest gods you'd meet.)*

Thanks for reading! I'd love to see head cannons or fan art made for her and for us to discuss them!

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Could you please tell me where Morgoth is during The Lord Of The Rings? (Is he alive?)

I'm gonna answer this one first because it's the easiest:

Morgoth is alive and not on the world although his evil power still is infused in the world and his malicious lies still plague countless minds.

The First Age ended when he was tossed into space and cast out, far from the world he coveted and the Flame of Creation he sought. Beyond Time as well. He's unable to return as long as the Valar and the Sun and Moon and the Evening Star continue to sail around the world. What Morgoth is up to we don't know - or at least it is not written by any being living in the world. The Valar believe existence beyond Ea - the universe beyond the world Arda - is empty and lifeless but it is suggested that the original Song of Creation echoed out and created more than just the world. And Eru- who is God - saw that it was good even as twisted as the Song was by Morgoth - then Melkor - in his attempts to change the Song into something he thought was better.

(There's always That One Person in band practice who thinks they're funny, I swear.)

The world being made with song but still needing to be shaped by hand is an incredibly fascinating image. Because the Song wasn't just Making the world but the instructions of the world itself. In a way it was a prophecy that every angel that existed then took part in shaping.

The changes, the imperfections, the clashes... it made the Song better even if it wasn't perfect anymore. But because he kept trying to claim the world and make it his, Morgoth was The Enemy and all his works were cruelty and corruptions of good things.

There's a prophecy of what is functionally Ragnarok where the Final Battle will be fought, the ships of the Sun and Moon crash to the planet, and the Silmarils will break open and whatever Feanor made of them will become known. (Personally it always sounded like they're talking about nuclear detonation as part of the Doomsday Apocalypse.)

But part of that prophecy is that Morgoth will return.

Sauron's dead. Saruman is either sort-of dead or cursed to wander the world as a spirit forever. The orcs all retreated into dark unseen places, likely deep within the mountains - which funny enough is also where the Dwarves are implied to be hiding out at. If there's any Elves still alive in the world they don't make themselves known and same with the Hobbits but they are implied to be still around… just hard to see. Maybe Hobbits have become folklore takes of Brownies or Leprechauns or other fae things, much in the same way that the meta lore suggest that stories of Elves gradually became tales of the Fairies Courts.

Our world, by the lore of the Red Book of Westmarch from which the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings were "translated" from, is the modern version of Middle Earth. We live in what is likely still the Fourth Age. Sauron's defeat heralded the end of the Third Age two/three years later. The World began an untold length of time before the First Age, which lasted about 590 years (by their calendar). The Second lasted 3441 years, and the Third ended after 3021 when Bilbo and Frodo sailed to Valinor.

Whether they survived the sailing (remember: Bilbo was Old AF when they set sail with the Elves and Gandalf) and lived there in some place on Aman or on the small island of Tol Eressea isn't clear. While people who were neither Ainur (Valar/Maiar) or Elves were no longer allowed there after Numenor's Biggest Screwup, exceptions can be made and Bilbo had no idea he bore the One Ring and it was through him and Frodo (and Sam but he stayed in the Shire) who were able to keep the Ring from Sauron's hands.

But some day in our future, Morgoth will return. In what form we don't know nor when or how. He will be fought and finally be completely defeated, although there's some variations where it is said that if humans choose to side with him then all will be lost. But if defeated then the lost lands will rise back above the sea (Beleriand but maybe also Numenor). Humans and the angelic beings alike (the Maiar and the Valar as a whole) will sing a new Song of Creation before God Himself and remake the world anew.

If it's not super obvious, the series is a blending of various myths and cultural ideas as well as Catholic teachings. So there's a lot of heavy handed stuff regarding God and morality. And a lot of questions raised and worried over by not only the fans but Tolkien himself.

[skz-jieun]

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[mtdthoughts]

Dali's Book (Migi & Dali Observation)

This observation comes from the Migi & Dali sequel manga, but to be honest it's not really a spoiler.

I noticed that Dali was reading this book:

The Japanese title can be roughly translated as The Proof of Two People. Note that the original author is Agota Kristof, a Hungarian writer who lived in Switzerland and wrote the original book in French, as shown by La preuve or The Proof. The French title (among other clues) seems to suggest that the twins are of French ancestry.

This book is actually the second of a trilogy also known as the "Book of Lies Trilogy."

Le Grand Cahier (1986), also called The Notebook,

La preuve (1988), also called The Proof

Le Troisieme Mensonge (1991) , also called The Third Lie.

These books were also translated to Japanese (see above), though I am not aware of the scale of influence these books had in Japanese culture.

Here's a basic summary of the trilogy that I found:

With all the stark simplicity of a fractured fairy tale, the trilogy tells the story of twin brothers, Claus and Lucas, locked in an agonizing bond that becomes a gripping allegory of the forces that have divided “brothers” in much of Europe since World War II. Kristof’s postmodern saga begins with The Notebook, in which the brothers are children, lost in a country torn apart by conflict, who must learn every trick of evil and cruelty merely to survive. In The Proof, Lucas is challenging to prove his own identity and the existence of his missing brother, a defector to the “other side.” The Third Lie, which closes the trilogy, is a biting parable of Eastern and Western Europe today and a deep exploration into the nature of identity, storytelling, and the truths and untruths that lie at the heart of them all. 

I haven't read these books myself, but it's obvious that Claus and Lucas are an analogy for Migi and Dali, that The Notebook refers to the twins' journey in surviving on their own, and that The Proof is a reference to the twins' divergence as Migi accepted his new life while Dali fell further into his obsession with revenge. I'm not sure what The Third Lie refers to; I'm guessing that it could be a reference to a possible dark alternate timeline if either Migi or Dali were to die.

Edit: I have now read these books, and what I can say is that my above estimation was incorrect. I would attribute The Notebook to the twins' journey in surviving on their own and living in Origon Village and The Proof to the events that take place after the end of Migi & Dali. As for The Third Note, I suppose that would be up to the reader's imagination, though I certainly do not want to think about making any connections because of what happens in that book.

Bonus note: Kristof's trilogy also inspired Shigesato Itoi's JRPG Mother 3, where the twins Lucas and Claus are an obvious reference to the twins of the same names in Kristof's trilogy. Here's a Reddit post that goes over these inspirations:

https://www.reddit.com/r/earthbound/comments/105v5rh/the_disturbing_novel_series_that_inspired_mother_3/

I just wanted to bring this up because the twins in Mother 3 sure do remind me of Migi and Dali.

Now, I never played Mother 3 nor am I familiar with the game, so I'm sure someone else can come up with some additional connections between these twins. I imagine that this would also inspire some cool fanart ideas.

Anyways, I thought it was a nice detail that Dali is reading a book that happens to describe part of his own life. Perhaps Nami Sano created Migi & Dali using Kristof's trilogy as an inspiration just as Itoi did for Mother 3. Whether there are any other implications or connections that can be drawn from this is something that should be addressed in a different post.

[potsmart]

Great Edibles for Beginners That Can Be Delivered in Canada!

Everyone has either heard or lived the horror stories of consuming too many milligrams of THC on accident while getting carried away eating edibles. It’s a stereotype at this point that at the very moment anyone says “These edibles ain’t shi…” they hit with a vengeance. Paranoia, anxiety, spins, racing heart and more can be the outcome of too much too fast. Some people throw up. Clearly this is an outcome nobody wants. It’s even worse when you accidentally do it to someone else with a simple cookie. So, how can you avoid that?

Well, unsurprisingly it’s pretty simple. Monitoring your dosing and waiting sufficient time between eating more is the key. For beginners who don’t know their tolerance level this can be difficult. A good amount to start with is 10 milligrams of THC. Wait an hour after ingesting and see how you feel. Proceed with caution with the next dose and wait again.

Many initiates to edibles think the dose isn’t working and keep stacking. Next thing you know, they’ve eaten the entire bag of gummies or chocolates and are blasting off into a very uncomfortable space. Similarly, some folks just don’t know how hard each milligram will hit them and end up downing an entire 100 mg drink for their first experience. (Drinks hit faster) That’s sure not to end well. Make sure when shopping to find products with a low dose per piece. This will be paramount to you successfully enjoying your time baked. Below we will explore some good options made by a company called Boost, a cannabis brand passionately owned and operated by fellow Canadians who share your deep affection for the herb, and are on a mission to showcase their array of offerings to the nation. Their specialty lies in the creation of meticulously hand-crafted edibles, carefully designed to accompany you through your day. With a commitment to excellence, Boost exclusively infuses each of their creations with the finest distillate extracts, ensuring a pure delight that can be relied upon.

Dedicated to ethical and sustainable practices, they proudly employ organic, non-GMO, and cruelty-free ingredients, epitomizing the kind of integrity we all seek in a cannabis company. This translates to an all-natural, plant-based indulgence, promising both mental and physical well-being—provided you don’t indulge too enthusiastically, of course. Let’s look at some of their products.

1:1 CBD THC Gummies

CBD counteracts some of the psychoactive effects of cannabis, so these one to one ratio CBD/THC gummies with 10 milligrams of each per gummy are a great choice for people looking for a little buzz and a little pain relief. People love CBD and many report it helps with insomnia, pain and inflammation. Also, who doesn’t love Blue Raspberry flavoured candy?

These gummies are a versatile solution, ideal for both medicinal purposes and for achieving the right mindset before tackling new challenges. The company has successfully retained the delectable flavour of their gummies while delivering the full spectrum of benefits from both cannabinoids. These gummies contain Ascorbic Acid, Citric acid, colour, gelatine, glucose syrup, MCT oil, sugar, sunflower lecithin, THC distillate and CBD isolate. The use of distillate and isolate with MCT oil means that the flavour won’t be weedy and the body will uptake the cannabinoids through the fat in the coconut oil.

Green Apple THC Gummies

Boost, a cannabis company hailing from the Great White North, is dedicated to delivering a trifecta of excellence – quality, purity, and potency – through their delectable THC and CBD-infused edibles. Despite their relatively recent introduction to the cannabis scene, Boost is rapidly etching its mark, captivating enthusiasts with a tantalizing product lineup and the use of top-tier ingredients.

Their green apple gummies contain 10 milligrams of THC each. Just enough for the novice to feel, but hopefully not enough to send them to the dark side of the moon.

Variety Pack THC Gummies

Struggling to make up your mind when it comes to selecting your THC-infused gummy flavour? That’s cool bro. Boost has an enticing solution in the form of their THC Variety Pack, You’ll get an assortment of delectable flavours in one convenient package. This delightful assortment includes four of their most sought-after gummies: Sour watermelon, sour green apple, cherry, and strawberry-blue raspberry. In each of these chewy candies, a delightful 10 mg dose of pure THC distillate awaits. The worst part about this pack is that you’ll want to try one of each flavour immediately. I know I would, and without a decent tolerance, you’re blasting off.

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Just remember if you ever eat too many edibles, it will all pass and you’ll be fine. Fire up something stupid on Youtube and bliss out until the spins stop. You’re not going to be the first person in history to overdose and die from weed consumption…or are you?

By Meso Potamia, Ganja Guy, for Potsmart

[juregim]

also i watched “oyan, kazakh!” (wake up, kazakh!) today with my family. i’m a mess. it’s a movie (made from a tv show, which i’m planning to watch now) based on the life, political activism and death of legendary Kazakh poet, political leader and sovereignty activist Mirjaqip Dulatuli. he was a prominent figure in the Kazakh reformist national movement, anti-colonialist. one of the founders of Alash Orda, which fought not only for sovereignty but for cultural awakening, for keeping kazakh culture and our language alive under the Imperial, and later, Soviet rule. seeing his life, the constant surveillance, the constant pressure from the government, the jails, the executions around him, and the way he, from the bottom of his heart believed in liberation of our people made me tear up many times in the cinema. and the way that his life again and again showed that even under russian cruelty and propaganda, kazakh people were ready to help one another, were ready to defend each other, were eager for freedom made me so much more bitter knowing that we never really got it. the Soviets ruled until the USSR itself fell apart. those systems were never truly dismantled. even this film is getting limited release. i don’t have more coherent thoughts on that, so i’ll finish with his most prolific poem, which i’m translating myself, so apologies in advance if it’s not the best:

Open your eyes, wake up kazakh, pick up your head,

Сries in vain in the darkness.

The land is gone, the faith is disappearing, the situation is deteriorating,

Look, it’s not proper to lay down now.

Even thrust through with a spear,

You sleep, kazakh, not waking up.

Such a deep sleep

You gave us, oh, Allah!

Are there people as careless as us

Let’s look for proof.

The eyes are shut with sleep,

Can’t you sense what’s coming?

I’m hoping from the youth,

For new flowers in the garden.

Can one find inheritance easily,

Without giving a war cry to the people?

Youth, to the people, be leaders!

Leading out of the dark.

Will we rise from deep waters,

When a thousand sheep follow a goat?

[cursedwanderer]

Swedish folklore: Stories about hunting female creatures

I stumbled upon a link about what folklore is. The text mentions early written documents about a person hunting down a female creature. I just want to give a fair warning that these stories are dark and filled with death, violence and cruelty. I’m describing three examples from folklore and the third story involves violence against animals. It's not a very graphic description but if one doesn’t want to read about such things it’s probably best to skip it. 

The source for this deep dive is Bengt af Klintberg and the site literature bank from 2012. It's all written in Swedish but I’ve translated as much as I can using different translation sites and looking at synonyms for descriptions. https://litteraturbanken.se/presentationer/specialomraden/FolktroITryck.html

The first story document was written 1693 by the priest F. Sorbonius. He in turn had heard the story coming from a small village called Kiaby close to Kristianstad. 

A man named Hans was guarding seeds from the field but one night during his duty he met a large man on a horse, a stranger who asked if he had ever met Kiuge-Beldam or the mountain Beldam of Kiugekull. Hans then answered, “With good speed you may catch her.” After passing stones of three along his way to town Hans once again witnessed the large stranger approaching. With him was the corpse of a woman laying on his horse. Only this woman had sagging breasts that reached the ground. Once the stranger reached Hans he was rewarded with a coin and words of warning, “Daytime is yours, the night is mine. If I find you outside at night once again you will die.” When taking the coin it slipped through his hand to leave a hole afterwards but Hans swore it had been resembling Danish coins of old. 

Regarding the terms and words used in my translation. “a stranger who asked if he had ever met Kiuge-Beldam” From my understanding of the original story “Kiuge” might be a place or slang for a place since the text takes place in an area called Kiaby. In the first instance the female creature is mentioned as a “käring” which has several meanings in Swedish as it’s mostly used to describe elderly women and magical beings such as witches or nature spirits in folklore. The closest word I could find with a resembling meaning was Beldam and I really hope it somehow captures the essence of this story. “or the mountain Beldam of Kiugekull”. To my knowledge there are very few good translations for the word “bergsrå.” The word “berg” means mountain, but “rå” in folklore context describes a female creature that protects their domain. It is a short form of “rådande” or “råda” which in this case would mean “to dominate,”  “ruler” or “ruling.” I could probably use “queen” or “lady” but the text doesn’t paint the being with any dignity and there is never a moment where her voice shines through either so I decided to use “beldam” again. The next example was written down by Klas Olofsson and was believed to take place sometime during the year of 1800. In this story it’s not a large stranger but Odin, who sometimes in younger folklore was described as a king from older times. In this story the creature is a “skogsrå,” a female ruler of a forest and takes place close to Gothenburg where most of these stories have been told. One moonlit night a man followed the old road of Norlhe below the Gallows hills. All of a sudden he heard sounds of barking dogs getting closer from above. Then followed loud breathing from a running woman who told him to keep quiet if anyone asked for her and as soon those words had been spoken she was out of sight. Soon enough sprung a man on his horse from the direction she had followed. The rider held a rifle under one arm and turned to him. “Has ya’ met one runnin’ down this road?” Instead of directly telling him what had happened only moments earlier he pointed out which direction she had taken. “I sure have." Once it was said the rider quickly kicked both heels to spur his horse and was soon gone. Sounds of barking kept going but died out as a shot was heard from a distance. When the rider returned on his horse there was now a dead woman laying in front of him at the saddle. He turned towards the wanderer when speaking anew. “It was well ya’ didn’t go silent with it, or I might have you shot.” It was Odin. To my surprise there is another example written down 1988 by a young mother from Vällingby. This story has some drastic changes but is wearing some of the old folklore elements. This is the third example and it involves violence towards animals.

Last year my mother told me about a warning that was aimed towards two new parents. According to this warning there was a danger in keeping a dog after the child had arrived as said dog could do harm out of jealousy. Despite hearing this the couple kept their dog and had it guarding their newborn as it was often left to rest under an open sky. The woman in this story was preparing dinner as usual while her newborn was resting and guarded outside. All of a sudden there was a loud screaming followed by a deafening silence. In rushed the family dog with blood smeared around its mouth. In blind desperation she used a frying pan to knock it out before rushing out to her garden. What she witnessed was an unharmed baby beside a snake with its head bitten off. When realizing what had happened she became mad with sorrow as the dog had been killed by her own hands when it had in fact protected her baby.

[celestialknight9]

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(Translation: Some time after the Red Tail Incident)

This is Rachel. I don’t normally make these memory-traces like the others. I just don’t see the point of it. Why bother with sentimental stuff. Everything’s going to burn in hell anyways.

I don’t mean to come off as a pessimist. I simply see things the way they are and if there’s too much to handle, I’m not afraid to run. Running doesn't make you a coward. Running makes you a survivor. I’m sure the rest of them think I’m a piece of shit who does nothing but sit back getting piss drunk and high off of distilled dragon fruit from the year 2055. I wouldn’t blame them. I don’t give a shit if they all die and earth gets conquered and assimilated by the shadows. The world is already a shit hole I learnt that from early on. I owe up to all of it. This is me.

Yet why is it that I bother saving him each time. He’s never there for me but when he needs me I’m never a second late. I can’t be. Not by choice at least, even if I do wish he’d suffer a little for what he’s don’t to me.

I control time. I should start from there at least. I’m one of 9 demigods of this age that are meant to govern over the laws of the universe. But the universe decided to play us dirty. I just like the rest of the shitheads are all humans. We laugh. We cry. And we make mistakes. But the worst quality of all is that we’re from planet earth.

The night that son of a bitch landed in my yard was the night my life went to shit. If old men were narrating this they’d call it a biblical event. Two scaly angels landed in my backyard followed by the wreck of a Eurofighter typhoon supersonic jet. Him and…whoever the other one was…but him specifically. He looked angelic as he reached out to me like from a portrait worthy of Michelangelo himself. I knew who he was…lucky me.

He wasn’t some angel or Christ either and he wasn’t here to save me, to lift me to the heavens in his arms no. He was here to condemn me to pergatory for the rest of eternity. Time why did it have to be time. From them on I had nothing but time to contemplate and plot a way to reverse it. Unfortunately like a cruel act from the mistress herself I cannot go back to before that night. Ever. It’s simply not allowed. The cruelty and unfairness of it all.

We were…friends once. Both as distant as one can see over the horizon and as close to ones hearts as the ribcages that imprison them. He was like a shooting star that pierced my volcanic ash and as gentle and sweet as a white rose as I was jagged like a shard of obsidian. But all roses have their thorns. His sharp words chipped at me like a sculptor’s chisel shattering me like the black volcanic glass. Each shard becoming more delicate overtime but also becoming sharper and more frightening until one day he was the one to be cut.

We said our goodbyes in silence and I prayed to the holy mother never to see him ever again.

Slowly I picked up my broken pieces, some as fine as desert sand and put them back together to make the beautiful knife I once was until that faithful night.

I. Hate. Him.

But there was a part of me deep down that was ecstatic. He was real, in the flesh. I wanted to know him all over again even if it means destroying myself. Wanting to be carved open, to relinquish all my fragile pieces to him. But a tool can only take so many repairs and I wasn’t ready to loose the edge I’ve honed.

The universe is truly cruel. He explained himself well of course as expected. Charming my nasty parents, even myself a little. He means we’ll I used to tell myself, etched in the chisel under all the layers of rust I know there’s kindness that runs like a vein of gold although it’s now covered in even deeper layers of silt and darkness. He gave me the universe core of time. And I accepted it like snow white took that forsaken poisoned apple from the witch. The power to travel through all of time and all realities. It was too tempting not to try. I needed to see for myself where it could happen. We could happen. The fairy tail ending snow white got.

And maybe there was a happy ending somewhere in the depths of hell, but I had to suffer the curse first. I couldn’t find anything in any timeline. In most of them I simply didn’t exist. What’s more frustrating. No much much more than that. What burns like a hot poker in the chest is that I can’t even go back to see him. The person he used to be. Our golden age. That’s the rule. I couldn’t travel past the point where I received the universe core as if time before that didn’t exist.

I watched as through foggy eyes as Nick had his barrel pointed straight at his head. HE was still, lifeless. His eyes were pitch black matching the colour of my obsidian heart. I shed a tear but I watched on. He had everything coming for him and I envied Nick’s resolve. I should be the one to do this but was I still too broken? Did my edge really dull this much? Why? I thought I was airtight. Not a single crack still showing. And yet her I was contemplating what to do. There was nothing to do. Nothing. I simply had to do nothing.

I didn’t.

A flash of purple. My ability to make portals through time and go whenever I wish.

I was always the one dragged into his world, one way or another, but for the first time since I received my power, no for the first time ever, I dragged him into mine.

[thefoodaffairs]

Vegan Recipes for 2023

Veganism has become increasingly popular in India in recent years. A vegan diet excludes all animal products and byproducts, in addition to any foods that involve exploitation or cruelty to animals. In principle, a vegan diet is a pure plant-based lifestyle that emphasizes fruits, vegetables, seeds, grains, and nuts. Sarita Bazaz, Founder of The Food Affairs, of the top 5 catering companies in Delhi offering luxury food services in India uses the start of the year as an opportunity to unveil the idea of how veganism is an emerging movement that is gripping the globe by sharing some of the most delectable vegan recipes to try out!

1. Chia Pudding

A chia pudding would be an attractive option to the conventional breakfast of toast or oats. Chia seeds are grains that are rich in nutrition and energy. Thus, a small portion of it could offer you a strong, stimulated start to the day.

Ingredients : 3-4 tablespoons chia seeds, 1 cup milk, and honey. Recipe: Inside a large bowl, mix the chia seeds, milk, and honey. Allow it to settle for 10 minutes before giving it another gentle stir. Allow the pudding to thicken and cool. Let the pudding settle for at least a few hours (or overnight) in the refrigerator. When ready to serve, top with preferred fruits and nuts, or layer a fruit puree on the top.

2. Jaggery Granola

Jaggery Granola is a natural source of proteins, dietary fiber, and critical nutrients, and it is packed with a richness of healthy seeds, jaggery, and cinnamon flavouring to make the meal hearty, delectable, and crunchy.

Ingredients: Oats, coconut powder, pistachio, a few sliced almonds, jaggery, maple syrup, blackcurrant, glazed cherry, and salt. Recipe: Set aside the oats after roasting them in a large pan until they turn golden brown. Then, separately, roast the nuts and seeds in the same skillet with a tablespoon of oil until lightly browned and set it apart as well. Heat the jaggery in a wide, deep-bottomed pan over low heat until fully melted. Mix the roasted oats into the jaggery in the pan till thoroughly blended. To avoid burning, keep stirring the mixture consistently. Add the nuts, blackcurrant, and seeds and continue roasting on low heat until the jaggery caramelizes and the granola turns a dark golden brown. Now add the remaining ingredients to the mixture and mix well. Take it off the stove and stir all of the ingredients together for another minute. Lastly, let the Granola cool completely before transferring it to a sealed container.

3. Apple Cake

Apple cake is a light, soft, spongy recipe made with whole wheat flour that keeps the taste buds delectably intact and leaves the body feeling light after consumption.

Ingredients: A touch of salt, 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon powder, 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg powder, and 1/4 teaspoon ginger powder. Recipe: Mix together all the dry ingredients. Then, to the dry ingredient combination, add half a teaspoon of baking soda and 1 teaspoon of baking powder. Set aside the dry ingredients after sifting them twice. In a blender container, combine 2 cups sliced apples and 3/4th cup raw sugar to make an apple puree. Add 1/4th cup oil to the puree, followed by 1/2 cup water and either almond, cashew, or coconut milk. Finally, add a tablespoon of lemon juice and stir until all of the ingredients are evenly mixed. Now add the sifted dry ingredients with the wet ingredients and pour the mixture into the baking pan. Keep in the microwave for 10- 15 mins and the fresh delight is out and ready to eat!

4. Roti Jala

Roti Jala, which translates to “net bread,” is inspired by a fisherman’s net. This is a healthy and light evening snack when served with the traditional stew, Moong Bean Salad, Spicy Sambhal, and Pachadi. The roti was revived in an Indonesian cultural context to complement and be used with other traditional food dips.

Ingredients: 2 cups flour, 1 cup water, 1 cup coconut milk, 2 eggs, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon turmeric, and vegetable oil as needed. Recipe: Whisk together the flour, water, coconut milk, eggs, salt, and turmeric in a medium mixing bowl until well blended. Poke three holes in the cap of a plastic water bottle using a paring knife or fork. Fill the bottle halfway with pancake batter. Over medium heat, gently oil a saute pan. Invert the water bottle swiftly and spray the batter in quick circular motions to make a netlike design. Allow one to two minutes for the pancake to cook. Don’t flip it and keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t burn. Take off the pan, fold in the sides, and roll up. Serve with gravy and enjoy.

To summarise, becoming vegan requires no change in our fundamental moral views, but rather a commitment to be healthy and sensitive to the environment that shapes us. Hope to see more catering services using vegan recipes like these to help you relish the joy of taste and health in the new year!