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MINORS DNI

WE ARE BACK AGAIN WITH MORE OF ANON'S ABSOLUTLEY BANGER COMM IDEAS 😫😫😫 thank you SO much, you wonderfully amazing kin of freakville 😌

After approaching Minthara alone at the goblin camp, things take a turn towsrds... Abdirak's torture chamber.

tw: DD:DNE, noncon, dubcon, s*x torture, impact play, sado/masochism, PinV, triple penetration, LOTS of blood, knives/blades, breathplay, gags, choking

!!!!!!!!THIS IS A DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT PIECE!!!!!!!!!

Word count: ~6.6k

It didn’t take nearly as long to infiltrate the Goblin camp as you initially thought; with a few sly words and the right kind of valor when you falsely praised the Absolute, they all but let you waltz right in! Who would’ve thought? Possibly your Dream Guardian, for one.

You didn’t let that take away from the severity of your objective, though. While a small group of goblins could be dispatched with ease, this place was goblin city. You weren’t alone, but you still knew you and your companions had to play your hand carefully here, or it could all go to shit. Still, you couldn’t help but smirk just a bit at yourself after leaving Priestess Gut’s room, knowing one of the three goblin leader’s had been dealt with.

Of course, finding Halsin was the main goal. There was too much happening for you to even think about taking the place down, but the closest thing to a cure for the tadpole swimming through your skull was some old druid they had locked in a cage somewhere throughout this maze of a church’s remains.

Shadowheart sighed beside you, trudging along in your wake. The fallen Selunite temple must have seemed extra warm to her as the beads of sweat continued to drip from her forehead.

“We just have to find the warg pens,” you muttered, nodding a bit, “and escape with Halsin. From there, we should–”

“This place is massive,” she whispered, gesturing around the echoing stone walls, “It would be faster if we split up. No need to fight the goblin hoard if we could sneak him out alive and run, no?”

Astarion chuckled a bit to himself, butting in. “I’d have to agree with our bitter friend, just this once.”

You took a moment to look towards Gale, who simply shrugged in compliance before adding, “I can be stealthy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you pulled your companions off to the side, going over the few scraps of information you had. You’d decided to scout the place out and report back in ten minutes time, hoping to avoid more relentless searching.

“And there’s two leaders left: Dror Ragzlin and Minthara,” you said, looking from one companion to the next, “Don’t try to take them on alone. Once Halsin is freed, we’ll come back with the force of the grove and be done with the damn mess, and the tieflings can go on their way.”

With a brief roll of his eyes at the mention of the refugees, Astarion slunk into the shadows. Shadowheart and Gale mixed with their surroundings as their spells were cast, and you swallowed the seemingly tasteless potion and looked down at your hands to make sure you couldn’t be seen.

For just a moment, you went over the rooms and halls you’d already seen, trying to map out the maze in your head. First the makeshift throne, or… branding? room, then up to the left towards the room you’d just come from, and the makeshift torture room you’d freed the prisoner from just moments ago, then out towards some goth freak who was flogging himself, then back around to–

It all got too mixed up in your head. You looked around, making sure you remembered the spot you said you’d all come back to, and took one tentative step after another down the cold stone halls, off to the right where you’re almost sure you haven’t been yet. You let your unseen hand trail along the rough wall, your fingertips gently rubbing against the stone as you made your way around one corner and through the next.

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest as you tried but failed to push the thought of what had happened when you’d first arrived from your mind. There was something nagging at you, trying to explain to you that something was… different, somehow. The few questions you threw towards Shadowheart proved pointless; maybe she truly didn’t know what it was that she carried. Whatever the case may be, there was something bigger happening that even the guardian visiting in your dreams wouldn’t explain. You could feel it. For all the times you’d sworn to yourself never to get your hopes up, you found yourself truly praying at the idea of Halsin being able to cure you.

But you knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the end of it all. You could still feel the ringing, taste the acidity of the voice you heard, and all but feel the wave of acceptance and peace washing over you as it faded away. That was something completely out of your control, but who was in control of it all? Who was the Chosen the voice spoke of?

The stone beneath your feet became wood as you traversed one chasm, then another. You heard faint voices slowly becoming louder as you rounded yet another corner, your hands gripping at the stone wall you had yourself bent behind. You could barely make out the shadowy figures as you inched towards them, trying to get close enough to listen to what was being said before the invisibility wore off.

“Your scouting party has not returned, and half of the prisoners escaped your guards,” you made out, the drow slamming her fist on the makeshift desk covered in paperwork as she continued to scold the goblins at her feet.

They mumbled their apologies with scared breaths, trying their hardest to stand their ground as she continued to berate them.

“Sorry, Mistress. We mucked up,” they muttered.

It didn’t take long for you to gather what she was after–entrance to the grove you’d so kindly been allowed to seek refuge in.

Of course, you thought, all the pieces slowly coming together. This was Minthara, the drow leader of the goblins, who was searching for something hidden within the grove. The man you’d freed earlier–the unfortunate adventurer abandoned by Aradin—was her latest victim she was trying to wring the location from.

She has to know where Halsin is.

“Until their sanctuary is found,” she said, her voice vibrating with clear conviction, “I will take something precious from you every hour that passes.”

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as you chuckled to yourself at the thought of you approaching her alone, just as you told your companions not to do. But there was too much at stake, too much on the line, and Minthara seemed to be the one to have all the information you needed. I mean, you managed to talk your way right into the camp, so how hard could talking your way to Halsin be, right?

You tucked yourself back behind the wall and waited, listening to the voices as you let the seconds tick by. Minthara threatened her underlings by listing all the precious things she would take from them until they’d completed their task. Eventually, the potions effects had completely subsided, and you were back to being seen.

You cleared your throat as you played with the dagger’s hilt hidden at your side, taking a deep breath and stepping loudly on the wooden bridge, making sure they heard you coming.

Her eyes bore into you as you took one step after another, trying your hardest not to cower as your gaze met her own. The goblins quickly scampered off to the side, making themselves busy as Minthara gave you a hard and long once-over, taking in your presence before scoffing.

Her thoughts mingle with yours, a cold hand caressing your brain. As soon as the feeling sent a shock up your spine, you knew you had made an extremely grave mistake.

The chamber melted away to reveal a dark, endless nowhere. In it, you saw a vision–the drow listening as a pale-eyed young woman whispered in her ear.

One of those the voice spoke of, you thought, One of the Chosen. The vision faded away as quickly as it’d come.

You felt the fear creeping up your body, trying your hardest to keep your thoughts empty of the things you’d seen, places you’d been. Why you hadn’t suspected her to have a tadpole was beyond your best guesses now. You bit your lip, waiting.

“A True Soul?” she spoke, her voice thick like velvet as her Menzoberranzan accent bounced atop each word. “Are you here to join my hunt?”

The expectation on her face was just as clear as her stark demand for respect. She held herself with a sort of valor, her posture radiating authority. You could still feel that cold tingle of your parasites communicating, unsure of what yours was telling hers.

“A hunt?” you muttered, stumbling over your words as you fought against your thoughts of Halsin, finding a cure, the relic, the Absolute… “What’s the target?”

Your anticipation was starting to churn in the pit of your stomach. “Worshippers of a false God,” she proclaimed, eyeing you, “Their existence is an insult to the Absolute’s claim on this region.”

You found yourself nodding along.

“There is a weapon the Absolute seeks–I’m sure those wretches have it hidden away there. We will find it, amongst the dead and the ashes.”

You all but miss it, but you could see the twitch of power radiating in her eyes. Her excitement was palpable. She lingered on thoughts of victory, of unbelievers blood spilled…

And the weapon. She would claim it in the Absolute’s name.

You can’t stop the bits and pieces of incomplete thoughts flooding your mind.

The weapon–the artefact that Shadowheart carries–the same one that protected us from the influence of the Absolute when we entered the camp…

Your anxiety was palpable, your heartbeat thudding heavily in your ears. You focused on Minthara’s gaze, the way she looked at you, the pressure she had put on the response you’ve yet to give her. The blood staining her gloves seemed more prominent as the fear grew within you, pushing down any and all thoughts of all the things you didn’t want her to know.

The cultists cannot discover that the weapon they seek is within their grasp.

She gave you another once-over. “The thief whimpering in our dungeon tried to flee to their sanctuary,” a spark lit her eye, a smirk adorning her lips, “We will continue to remove parts of him until he tells us exactly where it is.” She took a short breath, “He’s been quite resilient, but he’ll talk,” she muttered, more to herself than to you.

Thoughts of the grove came in and out of your mind, knowing this was the place she was seeking. Your brows furrowed as you thought of not thinking of the things you were already thinking about, the fear in your gut all but boiling over as your mind churned and churned and…

You had already begun to feel her mind closing in on yours as you struggled with your thoughts.

The Tieflings, you thought, they must be warned. If they all banded together…

“Speak, True Soul,” Minthara spat, her gaze growing darker as she took a small yet powerful step closer to you. “The hunt must begin soon.”

There was a pressure digging at the base of your skull, the painfully sharp cold shooting through you as your mind was forced open amongst all its anxiety. Your hands shook as you tried but failed to think of something, anything else, to no avail.

Halsin… Weapon… Grove… Absolute… Cure…

The pounding pressure in your head shifted, the heat of her searing cold gaze ravaging through the meagre defences you’d placed, showing her everything you wanted to keep from her; everything she wanted to see: all except for the gate of the Grove itself.

“Ah,” she hummed, her voice mellow, refusing to quaver amongst such excitement, but you couldn’t miss it in her eyes, “You seem to have acquired the information we’ve been seeking.”

She took another solid step, slowly starting to make her way around you. You could feel her stare ruminating on the back of your head and your eyes squeezed shut as you tried with all your might to push her will away from your own. Your two tadpoles seemed to dance, hers evading yours as you struggled to close the mental connection.

A slow, deep chuckle came from deep within Minthara’s core. “I’ll give you one chance, True Soul–one–” she said, leaning in closer to you, “to redeem yourself and tell me all.”

She gripped your shoulder from behind, her fingers clamping tight around your armor and pushing hard into soft skin. You tried to still your shaking, tried to hold your thoughts together, tried to keep yourself from–

Minthara’s mind pushed deeper into your own. She barreled through the ruminating fear with a force you’d never felt before, the very essence of your mind being scrambled by her psychic connection. She tore through your thoughts, your memories, your emotions, sifting through the blood you’ve spilled, people you’ve lied to, oaths you’ve broken. Your body shook with the tension and your teeth ground together with the rage of her persistence.

“Get… get out of my head!” you yelped, turning to face with some sort of defiance.

She laughed at your sad attempt, gesturing towards the few goblins who had begun watching the scene unfold before them. Her hand tightened its grip on your shoulder, the hunger in her eyes seemingly growing with each passing second.

“Tell Loviatar’s Priest we have another prisoner joining our ranks in the cells,” she said, “A True Soul who refuses to cooperate. His expertise will be needed.”

You could feel the slow withdrawal of her parasite before she severed the connection, leaving the ice-cold abyss of mental destruction in your mind's wake. You fumbled over your attempt to voice resistance, shuddering under Minthata’s grip.

“Speak now, True Soul,” she murmured against your ear, “or suffer the consequences of what it looks like when I have to take what I want.”

She shook her head as she watched you tremble, your eyes widening as you somehow managed to block another attempt she made to get inside your head. For just a moment, you thought of all the possibilities, before remembering the dagger at your side.

Your arm seemed to fling to action before the thought finished forming in your head, but Minthara proved to be more honed in her battle skills. There was a sudden grab and twist as she yanked the knife from your hand by its blade, a sharp jab to your side that sent you doubling over, and a swift knock to the head that had your vision fading to black.

—

This wasn’t like the other dream. You felt yourself restrained in a seemingly endless void, your body held firm against cold, hard stone. You tried to lift your head to see, but couldn’t. Your breath was heaving in your chest, hot steam rising from your mouth against the cold around you. For a while, you heard nothing but the rushing of your own blood in your ears as your mind ran rampant with what you thought Minthara would do to you.

Then… that voice. That familiar, protective voice. Your Guardian.

“Do what must be done,” they spoke.

“Help me, then!” your voice called, so quiet compared to the other; so meaningless. “You’ve rivaled the Absolute–”

“I’m not inclined to intervene if your life does not hang in the balance.”

You scoffed, all but screaming at nothing. “Can’t you do something?” you shouted, “Tell the others where I am! Tell them to–”

“No,” their voice boomed.

“Where are you?!” You asked, frantically trying to fight against your restraints, thrashing against nothing as you were held in place, “Untie me!”

“I protect your mind from the influence of the Absolute,” they started, “but nothing more. The rest… all I can do is watch, and hope to enjoy what I see.”

—

There was a gentle sort of soothing embrace to your skin as you awoke, the throb in your head subsiding. There was a deep breath as you tried to stretch your arms, then–

“Now,” Minthara spoke. Your eyes snapped open, your stomach turning over on itself as you went over your dream Guardian’s words, the blood draining from your face.

Minthara paced before you, your eyes level to her waist. The brisk sound of her boots hitting the floor punctuated the repeating rhythmic slap of soft leather against worn skin. You tried to crane your head to get a better view of her, only to realize something tight around your neck keeping you in place. You struggled against the metal, going to reach for it to find your wrists and ankles bound to the splintering wood of the apparatus they had you splayed upon.

You tugged and pulled at the metal cuffs holding you in place to no avail, your skin turning red at the twisting and pulling. Your arms were splayed to either side before you, just as your legs, as you rested upon the center of the… chair? Stool? You struggled against it, feeling the old, groaning wood chip away and splinter.

You felt them pricking your stomach, chest, hips, and flushed deeply with rage as you realized you’d be stripped. There was a disgusting sort of new fear brewing deep within you, the weight of Minthara’s steps meaning something new. You opened your mouth to scream, tasting the slick, burnt hunk of leather shoved deep into your throat. You gagged on the resistance to your call for help, thrashing harder against the wood beneath you and swearing at your captor behind the gag.

“You’ll get your chance to give me the information and beg for my mercy after we’ve begun,” she all but spat. She bent herself forward, letting her eyes meet yours.

You could taste your rage; the acidic bile flaming hot within you, your eyes blaring as you struggled against everything that held you still. Your skin screamed with the splinters and chaffing, only fueling your anger even more. And she was right there, so very close and yet just out of reach…

“Struggling makes no difference,” Minthara giggled to herself, nodding towards the other figure in the room. His lean frame came into your range of view as Minthara stood up straight, rolling her shoulders back and taking a deep breath.

“Shall we begin, my lady?” the man asked. You could hear the sick smile as his lips started to curl.

Minthara turned, addressing someone you couldn’t see off to the side of the room. “You’ve retrieved what I’ve asked for?”

The hurried rasps of “yes, ma’am, praise the Absolute, mistress,” told you of a few goblins off in the corner, awaiting Minthara’s instructions.

She hummed a short approval, nodding to the lean figure dressed dark standing in the shadows. “Make her beg,” she said.

There was no time for thought, no time to grow tense with anticipation; he hit you like a beast set free from its cage, howling as he watched you struggle against the pain he inflicted.

There was one sharp smack after another, the cold metal tips of what must be a worn leather flogger raking against your bare skin each time he brought his arm down. He swung with a reverence, his appetite for your pain only growing with each groan and whimper stifled behind the drool-covered gag.

The stinging of the hard metal became a fiery burn the longer he continued. Your body shuddered with each strike, the short wave of pain lasting longer each time. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, unaware of the tears trailing down your cheeks as you braced against his continued onslaught.

His words of praise only fed your rage more.

“The pain you suffer will cleanse you,” he droned, his voice seemingly sweet and full of subtlety; a love poem for the pain behind each word.

You’d muffle out a cry, only for him to take a moment to wipe away a stray tear.

“Your voice sings so sweetly to Loviatar, dear one,” he mumbled, smiling as he pressed his forehead to your own before standing once again, his hips swaying before your face as he began striking you once again.

You didn’t feel the skin splitting, flaying, leaking precious blood upon the rotten cobbled floor. The sobbing became a silent stream of tears as you slowed your struggling; you centered yourself, knowing that if you could just make it through the lashings–

“Start with that one,” Minthara’s voice cut through the haze of pained thoughts.

This time, you braced yourself. Your blood splattered the walls behind and in front of you as Loviatar’s Priest lifted the flogger again and again, flinging chunks of your flesh along with it. You wracked your mind for all the different torture devices she could possibly have in stock, trying to prepare yourself for the ungodly amounts of pain.

“She’s here for information, Abdirak,” Minthara said, disgust tainting her voice, “not to worship your… lady of pain,” she scoffed.

He tutted softly, his sick smile never wavering, “All may know Her embrace, even if forced,” he mumbled, his small laugh echoing throughout the room and mixing with your heavy breaths.

With another hefty smack of the flog, you went tense: Minthara’s cold, nimble fingers had started trailing up your inner thigh.

Your eyes were opened, your vision blurred by the ceaseless tears, even through the numbness of now useless skin.

“Remove her gag,” she spoke, Abdirak happily complying. His rough hands were warm compared to the freezing touch of Minthara’s fingers inching further and further up your thigh, a shudder running through you.

You gasped as the gag was removed, drool dripping from your chin as you spat towards the ground. You didn’t dare speak; wouldn’t dare give them what they wanted.

“I’ll give you one last chance, True Soul,” Minthara barked, the harshness of her voice not at all matching her gentle touch, “tell me the location of the druid’s hidden sanctuary, and the Absolute may show you mercy yet.”

You pressed your lips firmly together, setting your eyes straight ahead, letting your vision continue to blur as you stopped blinking away your tears. You thought to scream, but fought the urge–it’d be useless, nobody would hear you.

The momentary silence stretched, Minthara’s hands climbing higher and higher. She gripped you, pressing her sharp nails into supple skin.

“It seems our dear one would rather accept more of Loviatar’s embrace,” Abdirak all but giggled, turning to the side to hand the flogger off to a goblin, who replaced it with a thin, heavily-wound rope.

Minthara grunted, “So it seems.”

You pulled against your restraints as you felt the quick, sharp pressure of something thick slamming itself deep inside of you, a jagged set of hard nubs placed around the body of it scraping against the walls of your cunt.

Your teeth ground together as you suppressed your groans of pain. Every muscle felt as though it was on fire, rage burning through your veins with a purpose and heat you’d never known before. You felt yourself tighten around whatever she shoved inside of you, your mind swirling with a horrible mix of the pain you’d been receiving and the pleasure you didn’t want. Your thoughts vibrated in your skull as your sobs met helpless ears.

“Hand me another,” Minthara’s brisk words wafted straight through your skull. Your head dropped low, your tears staining the dirt beneath you. You watched Abirak’s dirty, bloodstained boots walk away, hearing him step behind you to join Minthara.

There was a soft, warm pressure leaning over your back from behind, Abdirak’s breath hot on the base of your skull as he took the thin rope he held and looped it once, then twice around your neck. Then, the soft clink of the collar holding your head in place being undone. You tried to lift yourself up only to feel the gentle pressure of a hand guiding you back down.

“Don’t struggle now, dear one,” he said, “You’ll know when to struggle when we start tugging.”

Minthara gripped your inner thigh with more force, her nails breaking skin and drawing blood. Her other hand led her fingers between your folds, pushing apart your already swollen lips, stretching you wide with a strength you didn’t know a single hand could have.

You went to suck in a deep breath as you felt Minthara pulling you apart, and Abdirak yanked on the hard, rough rope, pulling it tight around your neck and making you gasp for a breath you couldn’t catch.

“Where is the Grove?” Minthara asked, the slight betrayal of excitement resounding in her monotone question.

You weren’t trying to speak, but you struggled, anyway. Your breaths were jagged and shallow as the priest tightened the chord, bringing more hot tears to your eyes as you gagged and frothed, your vision starting to close in on you.

Your stomach tightened, your vision blurring, until there was sudden slack let on the rope. You coughed and spat and swallowed large gasps of air, your throat feeling raw.

“Tsk” Minthara tutted, “you want more?”

The moment you heard the shuffle of Abdirak going to pull the rope, you gasped for a breath. The raging tingle of numbness had started spreading from your restraints and trailing up your arms and legs as you continued your thrashing and fought yet again, knowing you wouldn’t win. Your head was pounding, the sound of your rushing blood starting to still in your ears as you approached blackout yet again, your movement stilling, that familiar pleasing tightness somehow managing to wind itself up in your core as your walls clenched tight around Minthara’s torture toy.

Your vision had all but completely faded before Abdirak released the chord yet again, bringing on another onslaught of painful coughs and gags. There was more sharp pain between your legs.

You cried out, causing another fit of deep coughing. Minthara’s hard thrust made you quiver, your legs quaking as she reached forward and laid a cold finger on your clit, pressing hard as she made one tiny circle after another.

They let you catch your breath, watching your chest slow as it slowly came back to you between your coughing. You felt trails of blood running from your raw back, the hot stench of iron permeating your lungs. Your eyes fluttered with Minthara’s demeaning touch, causing your cunt to tighten around the rough objects inside of you as that coil tightened more and more.

There was a slight shift to the feel of the rope, the weight of it transferring from one set of hands to another clear in the way it rubbed against the rash forming against your neck. You whimpered against the pain, the fresh bruises starting to throb.

Minthara managed to quicken her pace, the power given to her to tug on your reigns fueling her desire to make you fall apart. She was playing with you, taunting you; she pulled it left, right, before yanking it tight, letting out a maniacal little giggle as she reveled in your forced compliance.

Your drool dripped down your chin, mixing with the blood that had pooled on the floor beneath you. You could feel your cunt tighten, slowly pushing out whatever was–

Minthara quickly rectified the situation, relenting on her assault of your clit and folds to grab another blunt object to shove deep inside while pulling, pulling, tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter on the chord, skin slowly starting to snap beneath the hard rope as your eyes began rolling to the back of your head.

You wretched, begged, gagged for a breath, thinking the last thing you’d feel before death would be Minthara’s cold finger once again gracing your clit, only for her to give the chord more slack.

“Where is the grove?” she asked again, ever so slowly starting to tighten the rope before you’d even stopped coughing, not giving you enough time to catch a breath to answer.

The heat building inside of you made you want to be sick, knowing that the pain would leave you floating in such a wretched place of ecstacy. You ground your teeth, bit your lip, pulled harder against your restraints and squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the breath start to escape you again, the heat bursting in your core as you came undone on the torturer’s table.

Your eyes rolled back as your body convulsed, your walls clenching and releasing over and over, your cunt gripping the ribbed and studded edges as they pushed up against your walls, your cervix, stretching you to your limits. As you quivered and shook, you could all but swear you felt something tearing.

You barely heard yourself crying, barely felt the tears, but heard Abdirak’s laugh of praise clear as a summer’s day.

“Oh, yes, sweet child!” he exclaimed from behind you. There was a sudden whisk through the air before you felt the hard leather tip of a crop smacking hard against the very place Minthara’s fingers were just moments ago.

The priest slowly found a rhythm in his new method of assault, Minthara stepping away from behind you to mumble something to the goblins in the corner. Your face burned bright with your rage and embarrassment, your shame flooding through the room and palpable on the tongues of everyone present. Abdirak took a calloused hand and pushed whatever was inside of you deeper still, giving himself a better angle from behind to continue wrecking your already ruined clit.

You flinched with every strike, pulling hard against the cord wrapped around your neck. You were so lost in the constant stimulation to that poor precious spot of your pussy that you found yourself floating higher, higher, harder, tighter, only to cum again. You hardly felt Minthara removing the rope from your neck and discarding it to the floor.

Abdirak pushed harder from behind you, his hits growing faster, more desperate. He cooed his praise, “Let the pain bring you the most carnal of pleasures, my dearest.”

Minthara scoffed. “She’s yet to speak,” she snapped. You watched her pace before you, barely making out the sharp-tipped strap bobbing along with her steps through your tears.

“Take them out, pain priest, and step aside,” she bent forward, the solid clunk of metal against metal working together as she unclipped the restraints from either of your wrists.

The throbbing from where you’d been so tightly held only got worse as the blood was able to finally rush back into your fingers. You winced at the sudden ache of the deep bruises, ever so slowly starting to shake some feeling back into your fingertips amongst your stupor. The relief was short, too fleeting for any sort of reprieve, but for just a moment, they’d both stopped their assaults on your body.

As soon as the sharp tingling began to subside in your fingers, Minthara had gripped you under the arms on either side and hoisted you upright. Your ankles were still bound to the now blood-stained torture stool, your body completely limp as its weight was hoisted up against her own.

Whatever was inside of you was yanked out as quickly as the massive strap was shoved in. You barely even yelped, only whimpering a bit at the impact the once-sharp metal tip had against your already bruised cervix.

“Tell me what I need to know, and all of this may end,” she murmured against the shell of your ear, her hot breath feeling rancid against your skin.

Your mouth, as it had before, remained shut, except to yelp in pain or cry out a pitiful sob.

She huffed out a breath, beginning her relentless thrusting.

Each hit of the tip inside of you sent a shockwave of pain up your spine, your chest heaving as you gritted your teeth against the neverending pain. Whatever had been torn before was only tearing more, the size of the strap comparable to a goblin’s full arm.

You fought against that heat building up again in your core.

Abdirak had rummaged in the corner of the room near the goblins before stepping back before you, his eyes aglow as he watched the suffering Minthara inflicted upon you. “Tell the drow what she needs to know, dear one,” he all but sang, the lilt in his voice matching in lust to the bulge in his pants, “or I’ll have to show you more of Loviatar’s grace by carving her love into your… succulent skin,” he mumbled, sucking in a deep breath as he seemed to revel in the taste of your pain.

You pressed your eyes shut tight, saying nothing. The pounding in your head only grew with its ferocity, your skull vibrating with each rapid slap of Minthara’s hips against your ass. You felt everything inside of you moving, shifting as she plummeted deeper into you. You clenched your hands to fists at your sides, only for her to reach a hand up to wrap around your swollen, chafed neck.

She began to squeeze with a force even the tightness of the rope couldn’t bring. You quickly grabbed hold of her arm and attempted to claw your way through her leather armor to no avail. Your eyes snapped open as you tried to fight for another breath, only to see Abdirak inching closer with the sharp blade.

“Speak, disciple!” he proclaimed with madness, taking the edge of the blade to the top of your shaking breasts, letting it break skin as you bouned with each thrust, Minthara’s rhythm pushing you again and again into the blade.

It was sharp enough for there not to be a burn, but the slow, emanating pulse of a deep cut.

He pulled away only to bring the blade to your waist, squatting down above the bloody, splintered chair before you to feast his eyes upon the bulge protruding at your naval as Minthara kept her pace, her grip on your throat starting to shake with the rage in her veins as you once again approached the precipice of both another orgasm and unconsciousness.

The design lacked intricacies for the continued quickening pace, but Abdirak made up for it in size, spanning from one hip to another, and coming to a cross at your sternum, where the blood was flowing thickest. As he worked on his masterpiece amidst Minthara’s constant pounding and laughing, your voice finally found itself silenced, your screams and sobs nothing but whispered begging from the back of your broken throat.

Your dripping streams of tears fell upon Abdirak’s canvas, the strokes of each cut stinging where the salt of them mixed with your blood. The puddle of it growing at Minthara’s feet would almost be impressive if it weren’t your own.

You didn’t feel him stop his carving, but managed to see him stand before you again through your tears. You’d stopped retching for breaths, stopped fighting against the assault; you’d gone limp against Minthara’s pumping, held in place by nothing by the restraints at your ankles and her hand gripping your throat, keeping you upright.

He must have seen something in your eyes as they slowly began to go lifeless again at the lack of air, giving Minthara a nod.

“They have… resilience,” he spoke, smirking at his words, “and have managed to find their pleasure amongst this pain,” he giggled.

“We may have managed to get them to come apart,” she said, slowing her thrusts ever so slightly as she let out a deep huff, “but to not yet have broken her.”

Abdirak let a hand grace your lolling head, caress your drool and blood stained cheeks. “Perhaps a short reprieve, if only to let her gain more respect for her pain.”

Minthara grunted, coming to a short halt and ever so slightly relenting with her grip around your neck. For the moment, you were all but skewered upright against her by nothing but the strap protruding from your stomach.

“You!” she shouted, giving a sharp turn of her head towards the goblins in the corner, bouncing you around again as she moved and making you whimper yet again as you limply started to sag forward.

While you couldn’t see it, the goblins seemed more than eager for their moment to prove their worth to their new drow leader.

“Open the doors,” Minthara ordered, releasing her grip on your throat and letting your limp body slam itself against the wooden apparatus, knocking whatever wind was left in you straight from your lungs.

They saluted and answered with crisp “yes, ma’am’s!” as they turned the handle of the door, a small horde of their kin awaited on the other side.

There were gentle clinks of metal coming undone as Minthra began removing the strap. “The Absolute requires information from this prisoner,” she spoke clearly, addressing her ugly congregation as their mouths started to salivate at the sight of you. “She is yours to do as you must with in order to extract it. But if you kill her,” she said, a new sort of authority in her voice as she spoke of protecting your life, “I’ll sacrifice you to our Goddess myself.”

It was like a stampede as she gave them a nod, all of them rushing amongst and on top of one another as they clammored into the dark, cramped chamber. Their shrill cries of joy and screeches of laughter drowned out your sobs as they tore their clothes from their bodies and began ravaging you.

Too many climbed atop you in the chair, holding you down by the sheer weight of them all alone. Your legs were spread as far apart as the goblin’s could get them to go, a good dozen of them fighting amongst themselves as they all crammed one hard cock after another into your damaged cunt, the other half of them ripping your cheeks apart to have at your ass.

The sudden shift of weight and pressure had your sliced waist running back and forth against the splintered wood, the jagged cuts stretching as they caught on each broken piece. Your screams couldn’t be heard above their cheering, your cries silenced by their swears. It was when three of them shoved themselves down your throat all at once that you finally, finally, were graced with the sweet release of falling unconscious.

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A calming warmth ran through you as you took a deep breath, the hard and swollen lump forming in your throat slowly fading away, being replaced with a rough scratch. You felt the cold stone beneath you and breathed in and out a few more times before daring to open your eyes.

“Can you stand?” Shadowheart asked. She was crouched before you, her eyes averted to the ground.

You shuffled against the stone, pulling shaking legs beneath you as you managed to pull yourself upright. Your head swam rampantly as the dizziness faded and was replaced with a rapid pounding, yet you still managed to get a solid look at your surroundings.

You groaned quietly, searching the room for some form of clothing to cover yourself with and landing on a few scraps the goblin’s had thrown off in their vigor. You shivered as you pulled them on.

“Where did you go? What happened?” Shadowheart whispered. You turned to face her, seeing a few of your companions in the open doorway behind you, a score of armed druids at their backs and an incredibly large bear in the center of their ranks.

You shook your head, your gaze darting throughout the room until it landed upon Minthara’s sleeping body: she must have come back to fight off the rampaging goblins, laying you comfortably on a rough slab to let you sleep off the last round of torture.

You watched her chest slowly rise and fall, the rhythmic pattern of being deeply asleep.

“Leave her,” you said, your voice rough, but there.

Shadowheart raised a brow, eyeing you up and down before shaking her head. “Are you… Are you certain?”

You nodded with conviction, limping past her and heading towards the door.

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muted-like-sunset · 3 years ago

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Spark| Chapter 1

welcome to my hunger games rewrite “Spark”! i’ve finished and kind of edited the first chapter, so i thought i would go ahead and post it! i hope you all enjoy :)

peeta mellark x fem! reader

masterlist

word count: 2.4k

trigger warnings: talk about food/eating, hunger/starvation

(mostly) unedited, all mistakes are my own.

Y/N squeezes between people in the Hob, a pouch full of berries fresh from just beyond the meadow tucked into her bag. It’s small, but this late in the season a bag of this size will fetch her a fair price with the right customer. She’s already sold two squirrels and a rabbit to the butcher for a decent price, enough money to buy some grain and maybe a little bit of goat’s milk from the Everdeens, leaving a pair of scrawny squirrels for her own family. Her next stop is the bakery in town to see the baker, knowing that he may have some use for the berries beyond what the people of the Hob would. The people that spend their afternoons risking shopping in the Hob won’t pay what she needs. Of course, it's not like the peacekeepers in Twelve really care. They’re in the Hob as much as everyone else.

The baker is waiting outside when she arrives waving to her with a kind smile. “Whatcha got today?” She smiles back, reaching into her bag for the berries.

“Just found some mulberries,” She pulls the pouch from her bag and reaches out to offer them to the older man, “ probably the last of the season, too. Weren’t many left.”

Their interactions are always easy, however short they may be. Y/N knows better than to stick around long enough to attract the attention of the baker’s wife. She’s a spiteful woman despite living her life of luxury in town. Y/N couldn’t imagine being that angry when there was always enough to eat. In her home, the two scrawny squirrels on her belt would be enough to put smiles on the coal dusted faces of her family. How could Mrs. Mellark be so angry when she didn’t know how it felt to fall asleep to the sound of your stomach rumbling?

Of course, the rumbling had long since stopped. Enough time without enough to eat will do that.

When she waves goodbye there's a small loaf of bread in her hands, courtesy of Mr. Mellark. After all, it is the morning of the reaping. Reaping day always has everyone at their kindest. Without the looming threat of death, Y/N has had the thought that it could be a nice holiday.

At the Everdeens, Y/N pays well for a bit of milk from Primrose’s goat. It’s barely enough for each member of her family to have a small portion, but it will make a wonderful treat and help keep them full. She’s prepping to leave when Katniss steps out of the door. Primrose’s goat, Lady, bleats as Y/N stops petting her.

“Katniss, don’t you look lovely this morning.” Y/N jokes softly. Katniss’s face, as always, is pulled into a small scowl. In her yearly blue dress, she looks like an irritated mother.

Katniss eyes her for a moment in return, glancing up from her work boots to her patched shirt. She stares at her for a second, a grin splitting her face. “Looking delightful yourself, Y/N. Say, is that tear new?”

Prim spilts into giggles as Y/N thumbs the fresh hole in her shirt sleeve. She’d earned that one today while climbing down from the higher branches in the mulberry tree. A loose fitting shirt almost always managed to snag on something out in the woods.

“Thank you for noticing!” She laughs, shoving her thumb through the tear. “Worked hard on this one, I really think it bring the whole thing together.”

Her relationship with the Everdeens has always been strange. After the mining accident that left her Papa without his left arm, she has always had a connection to them. The very same mining accident had taken Katniss’ father’s life. She had watched Katniss and Gale Hawthorne stand on stage to receive medals of valor for being the oldest children in their families after the accident. She had found them on her first trip beyond the fence, they’d been going out there longer than her, though they still barely wandered out of sight of the fence. When she met them on that first trip she asked for help. Her, whose father was still very much alive when he had been on the same shift as their fathers. Still, Katniss and Gale allowed her to follow them so long as she promised not to tread too heavily and scare off the game. Eventually, they came to tolerate her presence and she found that she has quite the eye for identifying plants.

That tolerance grew easily over several hunting trips until the three were more like family than anything else. Y/N wasn’t related to either of them, not that she knew of, but the two were like extra siblings to her. She smiles, reaching out a hand and tugging the sleeve of Prim’s blouse into place.

“Thank you for the milk, Prim. I’d love to stay, but Asher’s probably wearing a hole in the floor as we speak.” She teases. Despite her brother’s absence, the trio get a kick out of his worried nature. Primrose casts a glance to Katniss and nods, clearly understanding Y/N’s position.

Y/N has a special sort of bond with the youngest Everdeen, one that could only blossom as the result of having similar family dynamics. Katniss and Asher are so alike they could be twins. Katniss, of course, is more rebellious than Asher could dream of being, more aggressive than him as well. She’s all fire with just the smallest soft spot for her loved ones to share.

Asher, however, is almost all soft spots. Y/N is surprised he hasn’t worried himself gray. He’s taken care of her since they were young, starting just after their Papa’s accident. He loves his family more than anything else, except for their mother. Y/N isn’t sure what caused it, maybe it had been her absence after the accident, but Asher had never forgiven her. In most respects, he and Katniss have all too much in common. Perhaps that was what had drawn Y/N to her.

She returns home through the coal caked streets of the Seam. Normally there would be men and women trudging through the streets to start a shift at the mines this early. Instead, Y/N walks along the barren streets to her small home. Inside waits her family, all gathered around the table in their finest clothes. Her mother is the first to see her come in, moving to take her bag.

“Y/N,” she starts, getting ready to scold her for her tardiness before spotting the bread. “What's this?”

“It was a gift Mama, promise. I went to the bakery to sell some berries and-” she begins.

“You went into the woods again?” Comes her brother's voice. He runs a hand over his tired face. “Y/N, I told you I didn’t want you out there anymore. It’s not safe, much less legal. What if someone saw you?”

Asher is two years older than Y/N, already having begun work where he can find it. At 18, it’s his final year of eligibility for the games. Unlike Y/N, he’s never stepped foot outside of the relative safety of the district for fear of what may lurk in the woods beyond the meadow. He very much wishes his little sister shared in his wariness.

“Enough,” comes Papa’s gentle voice. “Not today, you two. Ash, we can talk about it tonight.” Not wanting to dampen the already somber mood, Y/N turns back to face her mother.

“It’s fresh, it was still warm when he gave it to me. Didn’t even cost anything, and he still paid me for the berries.” She says, offering the small loaf to her mother. The older woman reaches out, taking the bread and turning it over in her hands. It’s been months since they’ve had anything so nice. The bread they bake from the grain they can buy in the Hob is always flat and plain, but this bread is golden brown and fluffy. She turns and sets the bread on their table, calling out to her daughter.

“Go wash up, I laid a dress out for you.” She murmurs, not taking her eyes off of the loaf.

“And be quick,” comes Asher’s tense voice. “We don't have much time.”

The water in the tub is cold, though Y/N is grateful. Warm water is much too inviting and she only has so much time before they’re expected to be in the square. She washes up quickly, scrubbing the dirt from her skin and nails before drying off. An off white dress waits for her on her parent’s bed instead of the childish blue one she’s worn for the past four years. Her mother’s wedding dress. It’s nothing horribly fancy, just a plain white dress that would barely reach her knees, but it’s still nicer than anything else her family owns. She reaches out a gentle hand, holding the fabric between her fingertips. Not wanting to waste too much time she pulls the dress on, taking only a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She pictures herself getting ready for her wedding day instead of the reaping, imagining some handsome man awaiting her outside to walk together to the courthouse. The fantasy is far away, she would never marry. Not in Twelve.

When she reenters the main room of the house, it's to Mama’s gentle gasp.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Y/N asks.

Crossing to her, Mama runs a careful hand along the collar of the dress, flattening where it gaps against her skin. “Of course, it was always going to be yours one day.”

Asher comes to her side, all but physically pushing himself between the two. His fingers find the collar of her dress and pinch it, trying to help flatten it against her skin. His eyebrows knit together in though and he steps away for a moment before returning with a safety pin between his teeth.

He spins her with his hands on her shoulders, pinching the fabric at the back of her collar and peering over her shoulder to check how it lays. When he’s satisfied, he pins the fabric into place and spins her back around.

“There.” He smiles, looking from his handiwork to her face. “Like a glove.”

From there he guides her back to their shared bedroom, propping her in front of the mirror and setting his hands to work on her hair. He tames it easily, setting it in a familiar style.

The family shares buttered bread and a bit of goat's milk before setting out together. Asher pokes fun at her every chance he gets, shoving her slightly just to pretend it wasn’t him or carefully mussing up her hair. She gets him back when she can, oftentimes settling for giving him a shove in return. For a few minutes, it almost feels peaceful.

When the square comes into view, neither of them feel like playing anymore. Y/N feels like her first reaping again, holding fast to her brother’s sleeve as though it will keep her safe. When they approach the sign in tables, she releases his sleeve, settling for running her hands over the skirt of her dress instead. The finger prick is fast and relatively painless, and she quickly finds herself in a roped off area with the other sixteen year old girls. Katniss is there and they settle beside one another quickly. Some familiar comfort is nice. She looks to the area with the eighteen year old boys, quickly finding her brother’s tall frame. He stands with Gale, pulling a face at her to lighten the mood. She takes comfort in his confidence. With him watching over her, nothing bad will happen. She ducks back into the crowd when the mayor takes the stage.

He begins his usual speech, telling about the history of Panem. He tells about the disasters and droughts that wrought the land before the war, which gave rise to the country. Then, he tells of the Dark Days, the uprisings of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve defeated districts and one destroyed, the Treaty of Treason was created to ensure peace and, as a yearly reminder of the district's uprisings, gave the country the Hunger Games. Then, he reads the list of victors from district Twelve. In seventy-four years, there have been two. Only one of which is still alive.

Haymitch Abernathy sits in one of three chairs on the stage and is obviously drunk. The crowd responds with the usual applause, to which he seems confused. He tries to give Effie Trinket a hug and she barely fends him off. In the Capitol, should it make the reruns, they’ll eat up their dynamic. Haymitch, district twelve’s drunken victor and the escort stuck with him. Quickly, the mayor introduces Effie and returns to his seat.

As always, Effie Trinket is glaringly out of place. Y/N can’t imagine a place where she would ever blend in, the idea of imagining a room of people like twelve’s escort is nauseating. This year, Effie sports pink hair and a spring green suit, her scary white smile offering the only real separation between the two. For a moment, she gives her thanks to the Capitol for sending her here, insisting that it's an honor to serve as Twelve’s escort again this year. Then, she gives her usual, “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” Y/N almost smiles at her almost childish excitement. It's sick to be excited about the prospect of 24 kids killing one another, but something about her childlike demeanor is almost endearing.

Almost.

As she always does, Effie begins the drawing with a quick “Ladies first!” before crossing to the bowl of names. For a moment, all is still as she reaches into the slips of paper. The anxiety is silly, Y/N reminds herself. She hasn’t taken tesserae, her name is only in the bowl five times. Asher would have never allowed her to take extra risks and with thousands of other slips, her chances of being chosen are almost zero.

Selecting a name, Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium and unfolds the paper. She clears her throat, leaning into the microphone. For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in district Twelve. Even Haymitch is silent. Then comes the name.

“Primrose Everdeen!”

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dazzys-oc-corner · 5 years ago

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Character/OC Guide

This here is a list of all if not most of my OC’s! Feel free to ask me almost anything about them :D

A - Dragons of Lockra (Dragon Universe)

B - The Foroverse (Demons and other beings)

C - Warrior Cats

D - Dungeon & Dragons

E - Wings of Fire

F - Guilds of Rainbow Hill (Pokémon Mystery Dungeon)

◇ - Other / Miscellaneous

Characters

Dragons of Lockra:

A1: Vibrancy (previously named Veneasha) (x)

A2: Valorous (previously named Valor) (x)

A3: Vitality (previously named Vara) (x)

A4: Rhodonite (previously named Ruby) (x)

A5: Vaunt (previously names Vroih) (x)

A6: Jiernaq (x)

A7: Swift (previously named Swijore) (x)

A8: Gamehna (x)

A9: Saline (previously named Zarshaul) (x)

A10: Aurora (x)

A11: Kelp (x)

A12: Emerald (previously named Fala) (x)

A13: Rosethorn (x)

A14: Briar (x)

A15: Mound (previously named Grala) (x)

A16: Obsidian (x)

A17: Blink (previously named Hectra) (x)

A18: Victory (previously named Glory) (x)

A19: Permafrost

A20: Snowdrop

A21: Crystaline

A22: Flint

A23: Tekeli

A24: Flicker / Yewsha

A25: Sunbeam

A26: Crystal

A27: Skyfire

A28: Striker

A29: Brine

A30: Screech

A31: Angelfin

A32: Fogbank

A33: Oyster

A34: Foren

A35: Ringleader

A36: Storm

A37: Montipora

A38: Azurine

A39: Cyclone

A40: Grasshopper

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Foroverse:

B1: Dusk Aborough (x)

B2: Static Kaiga

B3: Zakai Quip

B4: Vemunt / Daru Grambar

B5: Akalie Ahenoruvia

B6: Darren Otiragvurae

B7: Royal Blue

B8: Goldenrod Yellow

B9: Zaffre Indigo (Previously named Navy Indigo)

B10: Sora Fuari

B11: Jaia

B12: Lyrica Giantivar

B13: Lucy Ordell

B14: Garula Fuanodraki

B15: Mara Yenumma

B16: Naza Cazari

B17: Karmu Morounaca

B18: Torja Shura Pyra

B19: Nakila Cazari

B20: Viza Cazari

B21: Cricket

B22: Cobalt Indigo

B23: Slate Indigo

B24: Jessia

B25: Xynaxi

B26: Starkiller

B27: Kai Soulagoa

B28: Oruiji

B29: Zarma Ahebami

B30: Adrian Crow

B31: Caleb Fuanofru

B32: Ringleader

B33: Fleck

B34: Shimmer

B35: Turquoise Blue

B36: Fraara

B37: Galen Moroutornaki

B38: Starflare

B39: Forest Ganwousik

B40: EXDIUS

B41: Darius Blake

B42: Jared Trent

B43: Magenta "Rose" Porter

B44: Ridel Pyra

B45: Dakanza Shura

B46: Lau Harr

B47: Mani Harr

B48: Jekla Teki

B49: Dallmy Teki

B50: Jalm Teki

B51: Varka Tsara

B52 Paru-Pa Tsara

B53: Tiyani Veka

B54: Kayna Veka

B55: Soulavangar

B56: Unnamed Human Girl

B57: Unnamed Beast/Warrior Guy

B58: Unnamed Warrior/Ice Girl

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Warrior Cats:

C1: Owlflight

C2: Gingerstep

C3: Frosteye

C4: Pinepaw

C5: Quailpaw

C6: Pebblewing

C7: Snowtuft

C8: Ebonyfoot

C9: Featherfall

C10: Alderwhisker (x)

C11: Mudpelt

C12: Rainstar

C13: Stormclaw

C14: Sunflowerspeckle

C15: Ridgetail/star

C16: Milletswirl

C17: Dappledflame

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Dungeons & Dragons:

D1: Arri

D2: Rainer

D3: Blazing Sun / Blaze

D4: Ryan

D5: The Bronze Jester

D6: Venture

D7: Sootstone

D8: Blister

D9: Atticus Ataman

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Wings of Fire:

E1: Vulture / Plummet

E2: Fissure

E3: Maelstrom / Irida

E4: Goldstone

E5: Snow Leopard

E6: Prickly Pear / Prickle

E7: Spearmint

E8: Rosethorn

E9: Cirrus (Sky/Ice hybrid oc, not canon)

E10: Stellar Jay

E11: Cometdrop / Comet

E12: Magma

E13: Sungaze

E14: Snapdragon

E15: Sail

E16: Fireswipe

E17: Andromeda

E18: Mantidfly

E19: Goldenray

E20: Citrus

E21: Cliffhanger / "Silversight"

E22: Pitch

E23: Temporal

E24: Nowhere

E25: Golden Ash

E26: Desiderium

E27: Cepheus / "The King"

E28: Jasper

E29: Grove / "Vile"

E30: Duskcrawler / "Noire"

E31: Lahar

E32: Asperitas

E33: Pyroclast

E34: Drift

E35: Summit

E36: Gale

E37: Rise

E38: Asp

E39: Thoughtfinder

E40: Sanddollar

E41: Stormbringer

E42: Seashore

E43: Panther

E44: Thunderbolt / "Bolt"

E45: Rutabaga

E46: Fractal

E47: Fractaline

E48: Sol

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Guilds of Rainbow Hill:

F1: Kabu

F2: Willow

F3: Splotch

F4: Mama Apple

F5: Grove

F6: Ribbon

F7: Palm

F8: Duncan

F9: Puff

F10: Ruby

F11: V

F12: Tenzin

F13: Trident

F14: Cotton

F15: Ridge

F16: Keen Eye

F17: Cole

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Other:

◇1: Greer

◇2: Barnaby

◇3: Okwaho

◇4: Aspect Sprites

◇4a: Nightmare

◇4b: Sleep

◇4c: Logic

◇4d: Doubt

◇4e: Motivation

◇4f: Idea

◇4g: Unmotivation

◇4h: Dream

◇4i: Soft

◇4j: Edge

◇4k: Energy

◇5: Chichi

◇6: Helia

◇7: Something More Crew

◇7a: Benny

◇7b: Rory

◇7c: Victoria

◇7d: Tony

◇8: Anima Heroes

◇8a: Ratalar

◇8b: Bunnabit

◇8c: Yinnin-Yannin

◇8d: Sunsin

◇8e: 2 Scrapped Characters

◇8f: 4 Villains

◇9: Chugs

◇10: 45 Designed "Fakemon" Dubbed "Kismets"

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bablih · 3 years ago

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Spending 250k PHP On An Online Character

TLDR: I had an extra quarter million laying around. I wanted to have fun, so as usual, I spent it on gaming. Armed with my 250k ($5,000 USD), I was confident yet also curious on how I’d fare from today’s online gaming compared to the 2003-2012 era. I thought 250k nowadays will get you to the absolute utmost top, as compared to the 50k to 100k of yesteryears. I stopped spending at 220k since I felt “my experiment” had already concluded. When you spend 250k, someone in Asia (our regional server) will spend 300k. That 300k will be surpassed by 400k. 400k will be beat by 500k. 500k will be eclipsed by 1M. There’s no point in continuing an endless spending spree when you already know the outcome. So now I have 30k more to spend on junkies. I’m a simple girl. Toblerone? Hershey’s Kisses anyone? =)

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5 years ago I spent 105k PHP ($2,100 USD) on a game called Fantasy Chronicles, I got up to VIP 9 (read more about my FC adventures here). This time I spent double the amount, now 220k ($4,400 USD) for a game called Cloud Song.

So what did I get from my 220k character?

Class: Oracle - Judge Character BR: 1,673,304 (as of December 16, 2021 - the day I quit) Rank: Savior II

Total diamonds bought: 391,360 (2,200 PHP per 3,600 dias / 500 PHP per 720 dias / 50 PHP per 60 dias)

Pets BR - 556,584

12-star Angel

Fairy Dragon [Awaken I] linked with 12-star Pyrodragon

11-star Flamewielder

11-star Gale

10-star Diamond Dragon (with Dark Knight skin)

10-star Cyclone

10-star Sweet Fur

9-star Elemental Fox

(sorry, the screenshots were outdated - taken 4 days before I quit, and I already deleted the app, too lazy to install it again just for screenshots)

(See all pets acquired here)

Mount BR - 197,168

Phantom Wolf (Ultimate VII, level 157; Rank 2, 3-star ascend)

Gryphon

Rainbow

Runes: BR - 298,964

King Arthur +17

Fancy Dracula +17

Fancy Elf Prince +17

2 x Snow Princess +15

2 x Vesemir +15

2 x Alice +15

2 x Serius +15

2 x Carl +15

Storm Lord +15

Ari +15

Dark Mina +15

9 pcs Valkyrie Seal

Rune Sets:

2-star Assault

2-star Demonhunt

2-star Ocean

3-star Swiftness

Artifacts BR - 153,624

Holy Angel: fully upgraded to red

Bright Galaxy: upgraded all 4 runestones to orange

Fairy Wings: upgraded all 5 runestones to purple

Gear BR - 155,685

Enhance • Solar King’s Scepter +31

Hunter • Icedeep Book +30

Thunder • Solar King’s Helmet +30

Thunder • Solar King’s Suit +31

Valor • Icedeep Necklace +29

Valor • Solar King’s Boot +29

Scarlet Lord Cloak I

Gear Enhancement: 8th rank

Outfits: (premium) -- see all costumes acquired here

Surfer Cloth

Pink Love Set

Schooltime accessory

Sea Sprite accessory

Level & Skills BR - 116,297

Enhancement BR - 103,529

Guild Skill BR - 36,684

Other BR - 47,464

Titles (orange):

Dominant

Martial Expert

Demonhunter

Ward Breaker

Above the Clouds

Pet Expert

I used to play as a White Sage Oracle (full support healer/buffer), then I switched to a Judge Oracle - I still have 2 healing skills, but the job is more focused on attacking. With this change, I got to love PVP more, and my character was very versatile - I can be both the damage dealer and the healer which got me the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6-Star First Kill Badges on Beast Invasion pioneer kills. Look, there are only 4 slots to equip your skills, and even when using 2 slots for healing, I still get higher damage compared to most damage dealer classes. Most of the time me & my husband would laugh so hard - we can tell the character we have is overpowered - and is somewhat an insult to the server’s population. LOL! A healer/support class always having top damage XD haha! 99% of the time, I’m top #1 damage on Beast Rampage - it sure is your lucky day to have me in your party - the team which will certainly rank #1 in damage. I also ranked top #1 on Oracle Battle Rank until the day I quit.

See my character in action in a team setting (with Hitori, มู๋ฝน, Whizkas, and RoyalCanin) clearing the pioneer 4th floor of Nightmare Tower. I played as the support healer and damage dealer at the same time:

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And here’s a video of my character in practice duel with our guild leader Trà Vải (a Rogue Shadowdancer character):

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What I like about the game?

The cute characters. Like Grand Chase & FlyFF, I find them very cute~

Cute costumes - just prepare to spend a lot if you wish to get those nice costumes. I remember spending around 30k+ PHP just to get a fashion accessory.

The PVP events. I’m really not into PVP, I’m more of a PVE gamer, slaying monsters here & there, hunting giants and bosses left & right. During my first PVP encounter in Cloud Song, I got really scared my hands were literally shaking - it's been 5 long years since I did PVP, and that was with Fantasy Chronicles where I played a full-on damage dealer class (I was also top #1 Mage in that game BTW), but later on I got used to the feeling like how I did in FC - though my fingers still trembled during hard battles, and when facing unknown opponents during cross-server PVP events. When I played Fantasy Chronicles, I felt like a big bully - my husband loved my Mage so much that he’d use it to kill other players, the irony was - he was playing as an Assassin, but uses my Mage to assassinate. Haha! Non-guildmates (reds) would then avoid me like plague, and would beg me on world chat, or send PMs not to kill them which made me ask what the hell was going on! I didn’t know that time my husband secretly uses my Mage to slaughter them all! Same goes with my POW-type Shaman build in RAN Online, my husband uses it a lot to duel with other players-cancelling all their skills, and then overpowering them. Someone in Cloud Song even remembered me bullying them in RAN Online’s Shibuya map - LOL! That wasn’t me! But the game that got me really pumped-up for PVP is the game AirRivals EU - it was so fun, chasing (flying), and killing others with my tanky healer/buffer M-Gear. Okay back to topic. So why do I love doing PVP with my Judge Oracle? I’m just one heal away, and my HP is back to full. My opponent’s HP is already at 50%, sometimes they’re already dead, but my HP is still at 100%. LOL!

You can auto - well, both good and bad. It's good when I’m busy IRL, I can just leave it. The bad about auto is-the game is playing for you, and not you playing the game. If you rely on auto too much, you won’t get used to how your character’s skills work, the timing, the tactics & the technique. So, if you’re dependent on auto - when it comes to PVP that doesn’t allow it, you’ll suck big time, and will die in no time!

The translation function - it’s a good thing to put on a translation function for other languages, but there’s a lot of errors with the actual translation that you’ll either get laughs & giggles reading them, or a headache!

Free skill reset - this is a big plus to the game, unlike other games where you need to buy an item to reset your skills.

99% lag-free - I currently live in our home resort up in the mountains, obviously there are no landlines here so I’m only using a 4G wireless modem, and the game’s latency is excellent.

(this screenshot was taken during one of our GWs, during the last round [hero war] - shoutout to Lupical guild! Miss you guys!)

What I hate about the game?

Extremely pay to win, my husband calls it “pay or quit” - if you have no money, you can never compete with those who spend money on this game. You’ll just drool.

No grinding - character max levels are set on a specific date, you just do your daily quests, and you’ll level up. There’s a level limit! Unlike other games where you can power grind (which I dearly miss).

No stats - unlike traditional MMORPGs where you gain stat points when you level up, or via quests - you build your character with those stats so every character is unique based on their stats & skill build, but in Cloud Song every character is the same, just differs on skills, the items, and equipment stats you have (advantageous to whales only).

Daily scheduled events are crazy - I personally hate schedules. I wanna do things when I feel like doing them just like my job - no pressure and free, but with this game, you are forced to wake up just to attend the events. I usually sleep during daytime, and the events start from daytime to nighttime. I felt like a prisoner of this game after playing it for a long time.

No trading - the absence of the trading feature sucks big time!

No boss hunt - the game doesn't have bosses to hunt, a game feature that I really love - me and my husband are insatiable hunters - and any game we play, we always prioritize boss hunting. It’s like the icing on the cake.

Low drop rate - no matter how many points you point on luck, you’ll never be lucky enough! Luck is a big scam in this game. I maxed out luck life skill (these are not stats like POW/STR, DEX/AGI, INT/WIS, VIT/HP), and I even got 6 badges for pioneer kills on beast invasion which gives +1 luck for each badge, but it’s never deemed useful.

The silent rule of not killing players of the same guild - so sometimes, I end up not killing anyone during league qualifiers. On the Arena, before the server merge, it’s so hard to pick opponents since most, if not all, are my friends, or guildmates.

In the final week that I played (I think this was the other reason why I quit) - I’m on server 31 (s31), and for months our usual cross-server opponents are servers 32 & 33 (s32 & s33). Without notice they were suddenly removed, and were replaced with servers 35 & 40 (s35 & s40). Now, one thing that’s important to me in this game is the Honor Tower - that’s the PVP event wherein the winning team’s party leader gets a statue of their own likeness right in the middle of the town for 1 week, and getting a team for Honor Tower only allows players from your server, or from the opposing cross-server players. Do I know anyone from s35? No. Do I know anyone from s40? No. It's a burden to find new strong teammates for Honor Tower, but once more, just a week later, without notice they again removed servers 35 & 40 (s35 & s40), merged us with server 22 (s22), and our cross-server opponent was unexpectedly server 1 (s1) (yes, you read it right, server ONE) for Titan Island, League, Honor Tower - SO UNFAIR! Server 1 already existed 3 or 4 weeks before we started on our server (s31), so you can just imagine how far ahead they are in the game already. Even if you miss 1 or 2 days in the game, you’ll be way far behind. Imagine being behind for weeks!

Never-ending release of new stuff that makes your character stronger, but costs way too much. If you don’t buy it, you can’t keep up. With my budget of only 250k PHP ($5,000 USD), I know where this is heading so I stopped spending at 220k PHP even though I still have more to spare.

(League Qualifiers Round - 4 of us from the same guild, the other one on the left side is from another server - we spared his life!)

Traveling way back to our mid-20’s, that was around 2003 to 2012 - the golden age of online gaming (the age of RAN Online & FlyFF) - when you spend around 60,000 to 100,000 PHP ($1,200 to $2,000 USD) you'll be at the utmost top of the game - where you can truly experience the game. You can just then go run amok, and bully others in PK channel.

After experiencing so many new MMORPG app games (Android & iOS), I can’t help but miss the old games, the power grind, the sleepless nights - that’s the real old gaming experience - with a really massive community; open world and free - like another world of its own. If only we have these kinds of games again, I would surely be the first one to play.

As for my character, I wanted to sell it, but I changed my mind. Just like the countless & untold online characters me & my husband played - they’re dormant to no end. Left in the space of nothingness - their memories surface every now & then.

#cloudsong #pay to win #mmorpg #cloud song #online game #song of cloudia #pay or quit #online gaming

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magnetic-rose · 1 year ago

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gale: your freckles look like stars. <3

valor, trying to compliment back: thanks! your eyes look like dirt. :)

gale: ... oh, um. thanks?

#valor the paladin #gale dekarios #valor x gale #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #listen we're oath of the ancients we find beauty in nature #it's a flirt off between a paladin who's spent her entire life in service of duty #and a wizard who locked himself in his tower for a year #aka: it's going bad but they're trying their best

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rebirthpyre-archive · 8 years ago

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It’s Timeline time mfs.

Under the cut because it’s heckin’ long.

~~> Yuki and Daiki begin and complete the events of Pokemon Conquest.

There are many time anomalies, including the existence of The Legendary Pokemon Mewtwo. Eventually Aurora’s Twin Warlords, when trying to observe these anomalies, vanish without a trace. Aurora is taken over by Lady Oichi, who in history books ruled in their places for the rest of her life.

Many years Pass

~~> Pokemon Rangers begin.

Solana and Lunick return to their duties with nothing special occurring, they are given clearance to go to regions outside their own.

~~> The Red/Blue/Yellow/Green/Firered/Leafgreen and Ruby/Sapphire/Emrald/ORAS adventures begin. The events of Shadows of Almia begin. The Go Leaders begin their initial adventures together.

Red, Leaf, Blue and Yellow are all ten, give or take. Red and Blue become Champions and soon after Red flees to Mt. Silver. There is backlash from shutting down Team Rocket, due to one leaving and the other having become distant from everyone Leaf deals with this backlash almost solely on her own.

Brendan and May are 15, setting out to take on Contests and Gym Battles/Research respectively. They end up saving Hoenn from Groudon and Kyogre, at the cost of the Red and Blue orbs being absorbed into their bodies.

Candela, Blanche and Spark are all become apart of the beginnings of the Go Project. Still young, they set out on a jounery together to find themselves.

Two years pass

~~> The Heartgold/Gold, Soulsilver/Silver and Crystal adventures begin and about two-three months after begins the events of Pokemon Colosseum. They end near the same time.

Crystal and Gold (twelve) leave New Bark town after encountering an odd Redhead (fourteen). Lyra (ten) leaves a few months later. Crystal eventually becomes the Champion of the Indigo League, a title she will keep for decades to come.

In Orre the Snagem Hideout is blown up, leaving citizens in shock and awe. Teaming up with Rui, (fifteen), Wes (seventeen) begins snagging Pokemon from Cipher and eventually lands the organization's bigwigs in jail. Wes begins assisting the Pokemon HQ Lab in preparation for Gales of Darkness.

Red is brought down off Mt. Silver. Seeing the effects of the events in Kanto and Hoenn Champion Crystal devises a plan to stop anyone else from climbing up a frozen mountain. The Regional Saviors are formed, The Secret Base is created in the Ilex Forest. The current group is formed of Crystal, Gold, Silver and Lyra, Red, Blue, Leaf and Yellow, Brendan and May (Wally is also invited) and Wes and Rui. Pokemon Rangers Solana and Lunick, as well as Top Rangers Kate and Kellyn are given clearance to come to the base whenever they’re free from their ranger duties.

One year passes

~~> The Diamond/Pearl/Platinum and Black and White adventures begin. The events of Guardian Signs also begin.

At age twelve a young noble named Hikari sets off on her journey. Beginning to call herself Dawn, Hikari mistakes Twinleaf Town’s own Lucas and Barry as her bodyguards; setting off on her journey with them. They take on Team Galactic and gain the favor of Giratina, Dialga and Palkia. Despite this all, none of them challenge the League. They remain close friends and soon after the events on Spear Pillar are invited to the Secret Base.

15-16 year old Touko and Touya leave Nuvema Town and become wrapped up in stopping Team Plasma’s plan. While Touko becomes Zekrom’s Hero of Ideals and the Unovan Champion, her brother bonds with and becomes the Hero of Kyurem. Touko steps down as Champion shortly after taking the title, she’s been convinced by her brother to search for N.

Dawn, Lucas, Barry, Touko and Touya, Ben and Summer all receive invitations to the Secret Base.

Yuki and Daiki appear one night in the middle of the Secret Base. Nobody is certain how they got there, but everyone blames it on Celebi. Yuki and Daiki are welcomed to the Secret Base and allowed to stay as long as they wish or until they manage to return to their own time period, whichever comes first.

1 year passes

~~> The Go Project begins in Kanto. It has yet to spreed. Team Valor, Mystic and Instinct are all formed and begin accepting members.

1 year passes

~~> Pokemon Black and White 2 and Pokemon X & Y occur.

Nate and Rosa both begin work relating to the ‘disappearance’ of Kyurem for Interpol and Team Plasma respectively. After two years N returns to try and stop Ghetsis, as do Touko and Touya. Team Plasma is effectively dismantled by the shared efforts of Nate, Rosa, N, Touko and Touya.

X’s Family Returns to Kalos, allowing him and his childhood friend Serena to meet up again. Although the two travel separately for the most part they become a driving factor in one another’s adventures. Having had connections to Yveltal and Xerneas since their early lives the two are drawn to stop Team Flare and Lysandre from using Yveltal’s Cocoon for purposes of mass destruction. X becomes Champion and eventually helps train Serena to take him on at a later date.

Nate and Rosa, X and Serena are all invited to the Secret Base. N is as well.

Two years pass

~~> Around this time Michael’s Father Coilean Finn passes away, at the time thought to be of illness.

Wes and Rui are in Johto when they get the news. They return to Orre and it’s quite awhile until Wes leaves again

One year passes

~~> Gale of Darkness begins to unfold.

During one of Wes’ absences from Orre Professor Krane is kidnapped by Cipher. With no one else to send Michael is given a Snag Machine that Krane built and walks out into the fray. At ten years old he, like his ‘brother’ before him, takes down Cipher’s Leader and purifies any Shadow Pokemon he could find.

Without asking Crystal, Wes drags Michael to the Secret Base.

~~> Team anomalies begin to occur again, bringing Sun, Moon, Lillie, Gladion and Hau from the future, about a year after their adventure. As with Yuki and Daiki it is found that Dialga and Celebi are unable to intervene and send them back to their own times.

#☾ the strategy memo (headcanons)#☾ the circle of rebirth (world building headcanons)#death mention #((this was a mistake #i've been working on it since 9:40 something #it's now 11:10 #but it's done hoLY FUCK))#siilverveiins

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hanseirp · 4 years ago

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· 📚: — @HS96AH, BEM-VINDA À HANSEI UNIVERSITY!

Nome: Ava "Minah" Hwang.

Faceclaim: Krystal Jung - F(X).

Gênero: Feminino.

Data de nascimento: 10/05/1996.

Nacionalidade e etnia: País de Gales, anglo-coreana.

Curso: Cinema (4º ano).

Estágio: Não se aplica.

Extracurricular: Teatro.

Moradia: ALPHA THETA TAU.

Qualidades: Companheira, leal.

Defeitos: Introvertida, rancorosa.

OOC: +18

TW: Abandono de incapaz.

Seis anos de idade é muito cedo para aprender o que é ser órfã. Ava era apenas uma criança quando a mãe morreu, deixando seu companheiro sozinho e desamparado em uma cidade que servia ao capitalismo como em qualquer metrópole. A dificuldade que encontrou para se estabelecer ficava cada vez pior e se estendia com o passar dos meses, acumulando montanhas em dívidas, ele não vira outra saída a não ser largar sua primogênita em um orfanato qualquer da cidade. Sem peso no coração, sem longas despedidas, assim, como se entrega um objeto sem valor ao lixo. Ele sabia, no fundo, que a única coisa realmente valiosa para si, fora sua esposa, que agora descansava em sono eterno. Havia se apaixonado pela coreana em uma de suas viagens de férias, não demorando até que um romance duradouro se tornasse um casamento sólido, e que em tão pouco tempo depois de sua primeira filha, Sooyeon viesse a falecer devido ao câncer no intestino.

O choro desesperado podia-se ser ouvido de longe. A pequena gritava em prantos para não ser deixada ali com aquela senhora de cabelos grisalhos e maltratados. Nem a boa aparência da desconhecida sossegou o esbravejar da criança. Ava estava inconsolável, contudo, em sua primeira noite naquele ambiente hostil, vira uma luz no fim do túnel. Foi a primeira vez em que tivera contato com Vienna, minúscula nos braços de uma cuidadora, afeiçoando-se instantaneamente da recém chegada, e desde então, Ava seguia os passos daquela que com o passar dos anos passou a chamar de irmã. A relação que se moldava dia após dia era de amor incondicional, como se o destino de ambas estivesse, de alguma forma, traçado antes mesmo de nascerem.

Alguns anos se passaram até que finalmente Vienna recebeu uma visita. Havia chegado a sua vez, alguém a queria na família, mas os planos do casal logo tiveram que mudar quando, em uma avaliação, Vienna deixou claro que só iria se sua irmã também pudesse ir. Por sorte, o pedido fora atendido e agora, as órfãs teriam um sobrenome digno e um lugar para chamar de lar. Os novos pais estavam tão animados quanto as meninas e isso era o que mais as confortava. Contudo, se adaptar em um ambiente novo, com novas pessoas, não foi tão fácil para Ava quanto imaginava, todavia, Vienna para si era o maior sinônimo de família que já pudera compreender e isso foi o que a ajudou a se aproximar da família Hwang. A harmonia com o tempo se estabeleceu, e Ava pode finalmente cursar a faculdade que sempre sonhara. Desde muito pequena desenvolvera paixão pela cinematografia, todas as tardes de sábado, as crianças e as cuidadoras se juntavam para assistir filmes no salão do orfanato. Tudo aquilo era um grande evento para aqueles que não tinham oportunidade de conhecer algo além da tela de uma TV, no entanto, Ava havia prometido que, se algum dia tivesse oportunidade, se tornaria uma grande cineasta. E a oportunidade havia chegado.

Os pais estavam orgulhosos das boas filhas que haviam criado, agora adultas, ambas ingressaram em uma das melhores faculdades da cidade. Vienna interagia melhor com as pessoas, estava fazendo novos amigos, e isso era motivo de satisfação para sua irmã. Mal conseguia acreditar em como a pequena havia crescido tanto e agora, havia se tornado uma líder de torcida. Ava a acompanhava em todos os treinos, não perdia seus ensaios, estava presente sempre que possível para cuidar de Vienna. O instinto protetor não mudara mesmo após saírem do orfanato, e para a estudante, nada mais importava. Mesmo que fosse mais reservada, Ava se colocava em situações não tão confortáveis pela outra. Sempre que havia campeonatos e as líderes de torcida estavam lá, coreografando de um lado para o outro, só se podia ouvir gritos de apoio da arquibancada do ginásio, e lá estava Ava apoiando Vienna, para que ela jamais se sentisse sozinha.

#hs!acc #hs!estudante #hs!cinema #hs!teatro #hs!alpha theta tau

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agathadiascardoso · 5 years ago

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Como é criar filho no exterior? A experiência de duas brasileiras na Europa

Quando somos pais, o bem-estar dos nossos filhos é a nossa maior prioridade. E em função disso, muitas pessoas com filhos desejam se mudar do Brasil para criá-los num país com mais qualidade de vida. “Mas será que é fácil criar filho no exterior?“. Pensando nisso, recolhemos a opinião de duas das nossas redatoras, a Ana Eliza que mora na Itália com a sua filha Olívia, e a Andrea Côrtes, que mora na Inglaterra com o pequeno Luca. Veja como é para elas criar filho no exterior e entenda um pouco mais dessa experiência.

Criar filho no Brasil x Criar filho no exterior: tomar a decisão

Andrea

Certamente uma das decisões mais difíceis após o nascimento do Luca foi a escolha entre morar em Curitiba, minha cidade natal, ou buscar outras oportunidades fora do Brasil. Após um tempo vivendo na Ásia, a procura por segurança, qualidade de vida e educação de qualidade falaram mais alto e, com isso, a decisão de morar na Inglaterra. Mas a principal dúvida pesava: como criar filho no exterior, sem auxílio da família?

A vida com crianças fora do Brasil não é exatamente fácil, mas os pontos positivos são fortes e contam bastante na hora da escolha.

Criar filho no exterior é uma experiência enriquecedora para pais e crianças. Se é fácil? Claro que não, mas acredito que seja muito mais difícil lidar com a frustração de ter tido a chance de viver algo importante e não ter aproveitado. Viver em outro país com filho é bem diferente de morar no exterior sozinha, com certeza.

Com a família, é preciso muito mais planejamento e cuidado, mas a mudança não é impossível. É preciso avaliar inúmeros fatores, claro, no entanto, as dificuldades não devem ser um empecilho.

As diferenças entre criar filhos no Brasil e no exterior não são tão grandes se você planejar a mudança com atenção.

Ana Eliza

Eu bem sei como é criar filho no exterior, afinal sou mãe e também passei pelo processo de mudança de país em busca de um lugar melhor para criar minha pequena. Por isso, agora dividirei com vocês o que eu sei sobre criar filho no exterior.

Eu acredito que a criação de uma criança depende da família e do ambiente em que está inserida. Cada família cria seus filhos da maneira que considera melhor. Porém os hábitos do país onde a família reside influencia muito.

Relação com o idioma

Andrea

Talvez a parte mais fácil da adaptação foi a relação com o inglês. Eu já falava o idioma de forma fluente, então não tive problemas com as atividades rotineiras do dia a dia. Algumas exceções, claro, quando precisava encarar sotaques diferentes, não apenas dentro da própria Inglaterra como em outros países como Escócia e País de Gales.

Já o meu filho, como ele veio para cá antes de completar três anos, a adaptação foi incrível. Em duas semanas ele já havia trocado o português pelo inglês de maneira extremamente tranquila. Eu converso apenas em português em casa, mas com a creche e os amigos ingleses, ele fala quase 100% do tempo em inglês e entende tudo o que eu falo ao mesmo tempo.

Então uma das grandes vantagens nesse ponto é o fato de que, ao criar filho no exterior, ele pode ser fluente em dois idiomas, ou mais, sem dificuldade. Lembro que em 2018, eu e meu filho passamos 7 semanas em Curitiba e lá aconteceu a mesma coisa. Em uma semana ou mais ele começou a trocar algumas palavras e, em três semanas ele já falava muito mais português do que inglês.

Portanto, pais e mães que querem criar filho no exterior, podem ficar tranquilos que as crianças são máquinas na hora de se adaptar ao idioma, especialmente quando são menores.

Contato com familiares no Brasil

Ana Eliza

A mudança para a Itália nos deixou fisicamente longe da nossa rede de apoio, que no nosso caso eram os avós da Olívia. E não foi fácil.

É preciso estar preparado para essa parte de criar filho no exterior, se você, assim como nós, se mudar para um lugar onde não tem familiares ou amigos.

Ao mesmo tempo em que você aprenderá a ir para todos os lugares com seus filhos junto, algumas situações serão mais complicadas sem sua rede de apoio por perto. Porém, nenhuma situação é intransponível e tudo se adapta, só é preciso um pouco de paciência até encontrar a solução.

Andrea

A tecnologia é nosso grande aliado na hora de manter contato com a família no Brasil. E com tantas opções disponíveis, incluindo Facetime, Whatsapp, Zoom, entre outros aplicativos, fica fácil conversar com amigos e familiares todos os dias e sem precisar pagar uma conta de telefone astronômica.

É importante manter contato constante quando a gente cria filho no exterior, com toda a certeza. Afinal, nossa família sempre será nosso porto seguro, independente da distância. Principalmente para os pequenos.

E procure usar as redes sociais de forma positiva. Sabemos que com a correria do dia a dia, pode ser difícil manter contato com todo mundo que a gente gostaria. Por isso, você pode postar fotos com frequência dos seus momentos importantes. Dessa forma, o alcance é muito maior e as pessoas podem acompanhar a sua vida no exterior. Mas sem exageros, claro!

Confira nosso top 10 dos melhores países da Europa para criar filhos.

Diferenças culturais

Ana Eliza

Vivo isso todos os dias na criação da minha filha. A forma como os italianos lidam com a infância influencia diretamente na maneira como estou criando a Olívia (minha filha). Isso ocorre por diversos fatores, mas principalmente porque quero que ela esteja plenamente inserida na vida do país em que vivemos.

A maior diferença entre criar filho no exterior e no Brasil, é cultural. Sinto que os europeus lidam com a infância com mais naturalidade e menos complicação do que nós brasileiros.

Gravidez e infância tratados com naturalidade

Na Europa não há tanta glamourização da gravidez e da infância, com quartos infantis com decorações profissionais e festas caríssimas de aniversário em buffet. Porém, existe muito mais inserção social da infância na vida cotidiana do europeu.

Uma coisa que ainda não vi aqui na Europa são famílias com suas babás uniformizadas como vemos em todos os lugares no Brasil. Aqui existem babás, tanto por hora como as que vivem na casa da família, mas é algo bastante caro.

Crianças nos transportes públicos e em museus

Em grande parte dos bairros das cidades da Europa existem praças com brinquedos para as crianças. E nos transportes públicos existem espaços para carrinhos de bebê.

É possível encontrar famílias com filhos de várias faixas etárias, inclusive bebezinhos, em museus, restaurantes e bares.

Muitos museus aqui na Itália possuem espaços dedicados às crianças e os adultos presentes, salvo exceções, não se incomodam com a presença dos pequenos no local.

Novos costumes

Quando eu ainda morava no Brasil, quando surgia um jantar ou um passeio, muitas vezes dispensávamos por causa da nossa filha. Ou então deixávamos a pequena com os avós e íamos só eu e meu marido. Morando na Itália tudo mudou.

Aqui não temos mais nossa rede de apoio (leia-se avós) por perto. E percebemos a presença de crianças em todos os lugares, independente do clima ou da temperatura.

Uma coisa que aprendi morando na Itália, é que filho não é um impedimento para viajar, fazer um passeio ou jantar naquele restaurante da moda. Então, nós também passamos a fazer os passeios que queríamos levando nossa filha junto, até porque era a nossa única opção. Das coisas que aprendi sobre criar filho no exterior essa foi a mais libertadora.

Educação no exterior

Ana ELiza

O acesso à educação na Europa é obrigatório e universal. O ensino nas escolas públicas dos países europeus é de muita qualidade e, muitas vezes, superior ao das escolas privadas.

Na maior parte dos países da União Europeia, a frequência escolar é obrigatória a partir dos 6 anos (início do ensino fundamental) e portanto existem vagas nas escolas públicas para as crianças.

Andrea

O ensino é gratuito na Inglaterra e as crianças são matriculadas a partir dos 5 anos de idade. Os custos que os pais têm são com uniformes, materiais extras, passeios e outras atividades. O ensino é de qualidade e as aulas são em tempo integral, ou seja, das 8h50 até às 15 horas.

E certamente o que tem grande peso na hora de criar filho no exterior é o fato de que as escolas não são pagas até eles entrarem na universidade. Aqui a má notícia, não existe universidade pública gratuita como no Brasil. Mas até lá, você não precisa desembolsar com mensalidade.

Também existem as escolas privadas, apesar de serem ótimas, costumam cobrar uma mensalidade alta. Sem dúvida, um custo elevado para criar filho no exterior.

Outro ponto importante é que as creches são pagas e têm um custo bem alto! A diferença em relação ao Brasil é que, na Inglaterra, eles não cobram mensalidade, mas sim um preço fechado por período, ou seja, manhã, tarde ou integral. E você paga pelos dias que usa.

Para se ter uma ideia, veja abaixo a comparação das mensalidades das creches de São Paulo e Londres:

DespesaLondresSão PauloMensalidade pré-escola período integral£1.450,51£250,48Mensalidade escola primária internacional£1.526,78£584,53

Também é importante anotar que todas as crianças entre 2 até entrar na escola, têm direito a 15 horas de creche gratuita por semana, caso um dos pais trabalhe. Já se os dois pais trabalharem, a gratuidade é de 30 horas semanais. O que acontece, então, é que você acaba pagando muito menos no final do mês.

Sem contar que, por lei, todas as crianças têm direito a receber um valor por semana, que são pagos diretamente em sua conta bancária. Certamente ajuda a criar filho no exterior com mais tranquilidade.

Saúde pública de qualidade

Ana Eliza

Na Europa não é preciso pagar rios de dinheiro num plano de saúde para ter acesso a atendimento médico de qualidade.

Na Itália, por exemplo, as crianças até 6 anos são isentas de pagar qualquer taxa relativa à saúde. Em Portugal, a isenção vai até os 18 anos.

Andrea

Como no Brasil, na Inglaterra o sistema público de saúde, o NHS, é gratuito para os residentes. Portanto, uma vantagem e tanto para quem cria filho no exterior. Estrangeiros devem pagar uma taxa de £200 por ano, para ter acesso à saúde pública no país. Geralmente, você paga essa taxa na emissão do visto.

Como eu tenho residência e meu filho tem passaporte britânico, utilizamos o sistema público tranquilamente. Mas na minha experiência, apesar da gratuidade, eu acredito que a forma como eles tratam a saúde é pouco preventiva. É muito raro você fazer um check-up para acompanhar a sua saúde ou realizar um exame de sangue simples, por exemplo.

E como todo sistema público, atendimento com especialista pode demorar mais de um mês, em alguns casos. Além disso, antes de consultar um médico específico, você precisa marcar uma consulta com o seu GP (General Practitioner) e ele vai te indicar para o especialista, se achar necessário. Mas, de forma geral, o atendimento é muito bom e os médicos experientes.

Também temos o sistema privado de saúde que costuma ser bem caro. Para você ter uma noção, compare abaixo os preços cobrados para uma consulta médica e medicamentos em Londres e São Paulo.

DespesaLondresSão PauloRemédio para resfriado para 6 dias (tylenol, naldecon, benegrip ou marcas equivalentes)£2,57£3,091 caixa de antibióticos (12 doses)£11£7,73Breve visita ao médico particular (15 minutos)£117£30,79

*Cotação realizada no dia 10/05/2020 com base nos valores do site Expatistan

E outra notícia boa aqui é que, na Inglaterra, as crianças não pagam pelos medicamentos receitados pelos médicos. Uma economia e tanto na hora de fechar as contas do mês.

A questão da segurança para as crianças

Ana Eliza

Um dos motivos que nos fizeram trocar o Brasil pela Itália, foi a segurança pública. Nós, assim como muitos outros brasileiros, deixamos nosso país por medo da violência do Brasil.

E o fato de termos uma filha pequena foi fundamental para tomarmos essa decisão. E é isso que leva muitas pessoas a querer criar filho no exterior.

Segurança é sinal de liberdade

A Europa não é um paraíso completamente livre de violência, mas existe segurança pública. É possível andar na rua ou usar seu celular ou notebook num parque sem medo de sofrer qualquer violência. E isso se estende às crianças.

Aqui as crianças vão para a escola caminhando e podem brincar nos parques. As famílias fazem muitos programas ao ar livre, justamente porque é seguro. Justamente porque ninguém vai te assaltar, juntamente com seu filho pequeno, e isso me traz muita segurança para criar minha filha aqui.

Qualidade de vida para as crianças

Por todos os fatores citados acima, a qualidade de vida das crianças na Europa é excelente. Crescer num país com educação e saúde de qualidade e que é seguro, é uma oportunidade maravilhosa. De acordo com um estudo da organização Save the Children dos 10 melhores países para se criar filhos no mundo, 8 são países europeus, Portugal e Itália estão empatados em 8º lugar.

Custos de criar filho na Europa x no Brasil

Andrea

Outro desafio de criar filho no exterior é o custo de vida. É claro, os gastos vão variar bastante de acordo com o estilo de vida e suas necessidades.

A Inglaterra é um país caro, mas os salários também são mais altos, o que podem compensar as despesas cotidianas. Além disso, saúde e educação são gratuitas, o que dá um grande alívio nas contas no final do mês. Portanto, na hora de escolher entre criar filho no exterior ou no Brasil, é essencial colocar os gastos completos na ponta do lápis.

Eu moro em uma pequena cidade do interior, uma hora de trem da capital e, apesar de não ser o lugar mais barato, certamente é muito mais em conta do que morar em Londres.

Portanto, caso você venha para a Inglaterra com trabalho definido, é importante estudar bem a cidade onde você vai viver e avaliar o que vale a pena. E se a mudança inclui criar filho no exterior, é sempre bom verificar a região na qual irá viver, porque as escolas são definidas de acordo com a área onde você mora.

Aproveite e confira o top 15 das cidades mais baratas para viver na União Europeia.

Gastos com a casa

Os gastos mensais com a casa também costumam ser caros na Inglaterra do que no Brasil e devem entrar na conta na hora de criar filho no exterior. A grande vantagem é que eles são eficientes e de boa qualidade. Veja a seguir quanto custa as despesas com água, luz, internet entre outros em São Paulo e Londres.

DespesaLondresSão PauloBásico (Eletricidade, Aquecimento, Resfriamento, Água) para 85m2 Apartamento£172,71£37,14Internet (60 Mbps ou mais, dados ilimitados, cabo / ADSL)£31,86£16.12

Também é importante considerar alguns gastos importantes como o Council Tax, espécie de Imposto Municipal, que nada mais é do que uma taxa anual cobrada pelos serviços locais que ele fornece, como coleta de lixo, transporte, polícia e bombeiros, biblioteca, parques e outros serviços públicos.

Nesse ponto, posso dizer que vale muito a pena pagar os impostos, já que usufruímos de serviços muito bons. Temos parques espalhados em todos os bairros e tudo o que você precisa é resolvido de forma muito rápida.

E claro, os gastos com eletricidade, gás e água vão depender do seu uso. E, no inverno, como não poderia ser diferente, a conta é muito alta para manter a casa sempre quentinha!

Descubra mais sobre como é morar na Inglaterra e planeje sua mudança.

Alimentação

As compras no supermercado variam com o estilo de vida de cada um, mas é claro que elas aumentam para conseguir criar filho no exterior. A boa notícia é que existem várias redes de supermercados e você pode economizar nesse quesito. Mesmo assim, compare abaixo os preços de alimentos em Londres e São Paulo.

DespesaLondresSão Paulo1 litro de leite£0,95£0,48500 gr de pão£1,12£0,861 kg de arroz£1,51£0,5812 ovos£2,09£1,101 kg de queijo£7,16£4,921 kg de carne vermelha£8.02£4,191 kg de maçã£1,97£0,971 kg de banana£1,15£0,741 kg de laranja£2,01£0,661 kg de tomate£2.54£0,95

Comer na Inglaterra é caro, sim! Eu, sinceramente, gasto muito mais com alimentação aqui do que costumava gastar no Brasil. Mas novamente, como a libra é bem valorizada, pode compensar o aumento das despesas.

Roupas e brinquedos são mais baratos na Itália que no Brasil

Ana Eliza

No Brasil, roupas de qualidade e brinquedos são produtos caros. Já aqui na Itália é possível comprar roupas e calçados de ótima qualidade por valores extremamente acessíveis. E os brinquedos aqui possuem um preço muito mais justo do que no Brasil. Eu consigo dar mais presentes para minha filha aqui gastando muito menos.

É mais difícil criar filho fora do Brasil?

Andrea

Dependendo das suas condições, pode ser difícil criar filho fora do Brasil. No meu caso, eu não acho complicado porque a Inglaterra é um país que oferece inúmeras facilidades e benefícios, especialmente se você mora legalmente no país.

Nós temos tudo o que precisamos em termos de moradia, segurança, saúde e alimentação. Os serviços são eficientes e muito bons e a escola fica a 300 metros da nossa porta. Com exceção do clima frio, eu não posso reclamar sobre criar filho no exterior.

É claro, não é fácil ficar longe da família, mas os pontos positivos são fortes e, com a internet, é possível manter contato com as pessoas que amamos diariamente. Assim, a gente consegue matar um pouco da saudade!

Foto do acervo pessoal de Andrea Côrtes

Vantagens e desvantagens de criar filho no exterior

Ana Eliza

Vantagens de criar filho no exterior

Educação pública de qualidade;

Saúde pública acessível e de qualidade;

Segurança Pública;

Oportunidade de prender uma nova cultura e uma nova língua.

Desvantagens de criar filho no exterior

Estar longe da família e, portanto, de uma rede de apoio;

Maior dificuldade para adaptação em virtude das diferenças culturais.

Mudar de país com crianças

Ana Eliza

Mudar de país com criança exige um planejamento (financeiro e emocional) muito bem feito. As necessidades das crianças devem ser sempre levadas em conta quando estamos pensando em nos mudar.

Eu sempre digo que eu posso passar perrengues, mas minha filha não. A escolha da mudança de país foi minha e do meu marido e temos a obrigação de garantir o completo bem-estar da pequena.

Faça uma boa reserva financeira

Quem muda de país com filho deve ter uma boa reserva financeira para não correr o risco de passar por situações complicadas. Parte do sucesso da empreitada que é mudar de país, é estar tranquilo para poder se estabelecer no novo lugar e muito dessa tranquilidade está em ter uma boa reserva financeira.

Saber a língua local facilita a adaptação das crianças

Famílias com filhos em idade escolar, podem se deparar com a dificuldade de ter que encarar um novo idioma no país escolhido. E não saber falar a língua local é um fator dificultante para a adaptação dos pequenos.

Portanto, antes da mudança, matricule seu filho num curso do idioma falado no local onde vocês morarão.

Pesquise muito

Após a escolha do país, pesquise tudo o que você puder a respeito das burocracias para quem tem filhos lá. Veja o que é preciso para a matrícula escolar, como funciona o calendário vacinal, se é preciso traduzir a carteira de vacinação das crianças, quais documentos são necessários para entrar com filho no país, etc.

Vale a pena criar filho no exterior?

Andrea

A resposta aqui vai depender da sua situação fora do Brasil, claro. Eu acredito que, apesar de ficarmos longe da família e enfrentarmos outros problemas do dia a dia de expatriado, vale a pena criar filho no exterior. Como eu já falei anteriormente, não acho, de maneira alguma, que o Brasil é um país ruim. Mas se existe a possibilidade de viver em um país que ofereça melhores condições de saúde, educação, segurança e qualidade de vida, vale a pena tentar!

Não existe lugar perfeito e o balanço da equação razão x coração é bastante apertado e varia muito, dependendo do dia. Mas, independente de onde esteja, faça sempre o seu melhor. E uma coisa que eu aprendi com meu filho e serve como lição de vida: lar é onde o seu coração está, portanto, nós temos um cantinho aqui na Inglaterra e sempre teremos nosso espaço no Brasil!

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— Revista That’s Life!, 2004.

Metade das mulheres iria mentir para seus maridos ou cônjuges para manter o relacionamento vai se engravidou de outro homem, uma pesquisa disse hoje. Números mostraram uma mulher em dois não iria dizer a ela o homem que o bebê que ela carregava não era dele – se ela queria ficar com ele.

Eles também disseram que quatro em cada dez (42%) iria mentir sobre a contracepção, a fim de engravidar, apesar dos desejos de seu cônjuge.

O novo inquérito sobre as atitudes das mulheres à verdade, relacionamentos e comportamento, disse que a esmagadora maioria (96%) admitem a mentir. Quase metade (45%) dos 5.000 questionados disseram aos pesquisadores para que é vida! revista eles dizem “Little White Lies” quase todos os dias. A mentira favorita contada por mulheres era “Claro que você não está gorda” com “Estes sapatos foram apenas $10” em segundo lugar.

Um achado bizarro foi que um terço das mulheres (33%) disseram que iriam ficar com o seu marido se descobrissem que ele era um “travesti secreta”, mas apenas metade desse número (17%) iria colocar-se com ele se ele se recusou a lavar.

O Escrúpulos Nacional e Mentiras exame 2004 também descobriram uma abundância de porkies foram informados durante o período de Natal.

Oito em cada dez (78%) seria passar um presente de segunda mão como um novo presente, enquanto 50% afirmaram um cartão festivo foi “perdido no post”.

Sentimentos

Jo Checkley, editor do que é vida! revista, disse: “As mulheres modernas simplesmente não consegue parar de mentir, mas eles fazê-lo parar de ferir os sentimentos de outras pessoas.

“Pode-se argumentar que estas mentirinhas simplesmente fazer o mundo girar um pouco mais suave.

“Mas, para dizer a um homem um bebê é seu quando não é ou para obter deliberadamente grávida quando seu cônjuge não quer um bebê está jogando roleta russa com as vidas de outras pessoas.”

Oito em cada dez mulheres (83%) admitem a dizer “grandes mentiras, de mudança de vida”, com 13% dizendo que eles fazê-lo com frequência.

Parceiros (70%) são mais propensos a ser mentiu para as mulheres, com os amigos (65%), pais (64%), clientes e clientes (58%) e chefes (57%) também estão sendo enganados.

As mulheres também vou mentir para salvar os sentimentos das pessoas, com apenas 27% dizendo que iria dizer a um homem se ele era inútil na cama (embora 36% iria dizer aos seus amigos tudo sobre ele).

Enquanto isso 54% seria lisonjear um homem se ele perguntou-lhes sobre sua aparência e apenas 46% daria a “verdade brutal”.

Apesar disso, a maioria das mulheres (61%) querem que seus cônjuges para ser “brutalmente honesto” se eles pedir-lhes “Eu estou gorda?” ou “Você acha que é minha melhor amiga atraente?”

Em outros lugares a pesquisa mostrou dentes doce das mulheres muitas vezes poderiam substituir a sua honestidade, com mais de metade (54%) admitir a roubar doces ou chocolates.

Seis em cada dez (57%) admitiu ter roubado alguma coisa, enquanto um em cada quatro tinha tomado de seus pais. Um quarto (23%) seria “esgueirar-se uma ou duas garrafas” casa se eles foram convidados para uma festa por um amigo bem-off.

Metade (49%) seria “kiss and tell” aos meios de comunicação para é25,000 se tivessem um caso de uma noite com uma celebridade, e 38% dizem que se casaria puramente por dinheiro. 23% permitiria que seu homem dormir com outra mulher para é50,000.

Enquanto isso, cerca de 79% já ficou bêbada na festa de Natal do escritório, enquanto um terço admitem “que desce com alguém que não gosta” e 5% acabaram fazendo sexo com o chefe.

Uma alarmante de 31% de todas as mulheres dizem que não iria dizer a um futuro cônjuge se tivessem uma doença venérea. Este valor sobe para 65% para as mulheres solteiras.

Sexo

Quase metade (46%) fingir orgasmos e mais da metade (55%) afirmam que eles estão cansados, têm uma dor de cabeça, ou se sentir mal “sair de fazer amor”.

Um quinto das mulheres com um cônjuge de longo prazo (19%) dizem ter traído por ter um caso, enquanto que 30% de todas as mulheres têm tido um caso com um homem casado.

A maioria das mulheres (68%) não confia em seu cônjuge.

Os membros da família real vêm atrás de estrelas do showbiz em termos de sua integridade, tanto quanto muitos dos inquiridos estão preocupados.

A rainha vem apenas em quarto lugar uma lista de mulheres famosas com “a cara mais honesto”, atrás Esse apresentador Manhã Fern Britton, em primeiro lugar, a cantora Kerry Katona (anteriormente McFadden), e até mesmo do X Factor Sharon Osbourne.

A “face masculina mais honesto” foi atribuído conjuntamente a Ant e Dec, apresentadores de que eu sou uma celebridade… Get Me Out Of Here !, com o príncipe William batido no segundo.

* A pesquisa entrevistou 5.000 mulheres, com média de 38 anos de idade, em toda a Inglaterra, País de Gales, Escócia e Irlanda do Norte.

— “Women ‘lie, cheat and steal'”, Manchester Evening News, 12 de Janeiro de 2013. http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/women-lie-cheat-and-steal-1131837

Olha essas também:

• das mulheres britânicas não confiam nos seus cônjuges « Inglaterra ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=26027

• das mulheres britânicas já tiveram caso com homem casado « Pesquisas ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=26019

• das britânicas mente sobre paternidade ao cônjuge quando engravida de outro « Inglaterra ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=26003

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Monserrate, o Palácio das Mil e Uma Noites

Maquete do Palácio de Monserrate

Este Palácio fica a cerca de 7km do centro histórico de Sintra, para chegarmos a este Palácio, passamos pela Quinta da Regaleira (que também irei escrever um texto sobre ela mais tarde) e pelo Hotel Palácio de Seteais. A primeira vez que foi ao Palácio de Monserrate foi em 1998, com mais 7 Amigas minhas, o grupo das Pikes (Dina Couto, Elisabete e Helena Cabral, Liliana Batista, Liliana Bernardino, Odilia Andrade e Sandra Gregório) e adorei, apesar de o Palácio não se poder visitar pois estava em restauro visitamos apenas os jardins depois de uma aventura a pé desde da Pousada da Juventude até este Parque e Palácio de Monserrate. Dois anos mais tarde visitei o mesmo com o Nuno, depois visitei com a minha irmã Diana e com a Lena à noite, numa das noites que este Palácio esteve aberto à noite em 2012...

Nós com o Palácio e a Fonte do Tritão ao fundo

No Domingo fomos visita-lo com calma, o Palácio está todo restaurado por dentro, no entanto por fora estão com obras de manutenção, o que acho muito bem pois este tipo de edifício deverá ser sempre mantido.

1 - Átrio Principal Octogonal 2- Cúpula do Átrio Principal 3 - Detalhe da fonte de mármore de carrara Para além de ser lindo têm uma história antiga que vem desde dos tempos medievais anteriores à reconquista de Sintra por D. Afonso Henriques, nestes terreno existia uma capela dedicada à Virgem Negra de Montsserrat, onde estava sepultado um cristão-moçárabe que morrera a combater um rico árabe que comandava a zona. A capela e os terrenos circundantes pertenciam ao Hospital de Todos-os-Santos de Lisboa. Em 1601 a propriedade é aforada à família Melo e Castro até 1718 quando é finalmente adquirida por D. Caetano de Melo e Castro, comendador de Cristo e Vice-Rei da Índia, a família residente em Goa a propriedade era mantida por caseiros até 1755 quando o violento terramoto deixou as casas inabitáveis.

1 - Pormenores do tecto da Sala de Estar 2 - Cozinha no piso térreo

Em 1789, esta quinta é arrendada a Gerad DeVisme, comerciante inglês rico, representante e associado da firma DeVisme, Purry & Mellish, que conseguiu o monopólio do comércio das madeiras do Brasil ao Marquês de Pombal e constrói o primeiro palácio, em estilo neogótico uma construção alongada e rematada nos extremos por duas torres cilíndricas e cobertas por telhados em forma de cone (sendo esta a estrutura essencial que se manteve até hoje), manda demolir a capela do século XVI, e constrói outra que virá a ser aproveitada por Francis Cook para criar uma falsa ruína. Este comerciante pouco usufruí da nova residência subalugando-a, em 1794, ao excêntrico viajante e escritor inglês William Beckford em 1793, este investe largamente no palácio, sofrendo várias alterações e tendo sido assim palco de numerosas festas.

1 - Lareira da Sala de Jantar 2- Fonte do átrio principal vista do 1º piso 3 - Porta da Biblioteca

Em 1858, e após várias décadas de abandono, um milionário dos têxteis inglês, Francis Cook, herdeiro da Cook, Son & Co compra esta propriedade. O palácio foi redesenhado por James Knowles, aproveitando as fundações e alguns muros da construção que o antecedera. Esta reconstrução dura dois anos, revela um gosto orientalista e eclético, com elementos marcadamente góticos, indianos e árabes. No geral apresenta uma rigorosa simetria, marcada ao centro por um conjunto de elegantes colunas que suportam a arcaria neomedieval, onde a arquitetura do Palácio nos transportar para os palácios das histórias das mil e uma noites...

1 - Lareira da Sala de Bilhar 2- Pormenores do tecto da Sala de Música 3 - Corredor para a Torre Norte

No seu interior encontramos um átrio octogonal formado por arcos góticos e colunas de mármore rosa (com um conjunto de escadas que sobe para os aposentos privados de Francis Cook), a Sala de Jantar, a Biblioteca com estantes de nogueira e uma belíssima porta em alto-relevo, a Capela, o átrio principal também ele octogonal e que apresenta uma fonte de mármore de carrara de inspiração classicista, assim como painéis indianos de alabastro que funcionam como biombos esculpidos. Este átrio, encimado por uma cúpula profusamente decorada com madeiras e estuque, encontra-se no centro da galeria que atravessa todo o palácio, da Torre Norte à Torre Sul. No piso térreo temos a Cozinha recém restaurada. Temos ainda a Sala de Bilhar, a Sala de Estar e por fim a Sala da Música, salão de generosas proporções, excelente acústica e rica decoração com uma cúpula em estuque um friso com representações das Musas e das Graças.

1 - Escadaria para o piso 1 onde eram os aposentos privados de Francis Cook 2 - Santo António da Capela do Palácio

Os jardins foram alvo de intervenções pelo paisagista William Stockdale, o botânico William Nevill, e James Burt, mestre jardineiro, que passaria aliás o resto da sua vida em Monserrate, como este Jardim tem 33 hectares vamos passar a chama-lo de Parque. O Parque tem diversos jardins onde se podem uma impressionante coleção botânica, com exemplares de todo o mundo:

Jardim do México localiza-se na zona mais quente e seca da propriedade reunindo-se aqui plantas dos climas mais quentes como o Taxódio-do-México, a Estrelícia-gigante (África do Sul), Búnia-búnia (Austrália) e Coquitos-do-Chile;

Jardim do Japão alberga plantas asiáticas como Bambu, Camélia (Sudeste asiático), Teixo (Europa, noroeste africano, sudeste asiático), Figueira-das-Ilhas-Fiji e Ginkgo (Sudoeste da China);

Vale dos Fetos apresenta diversos exemplares de Fetos-arbóreos dispostos ao longo da encosta;

Lagos Ornamentais possuem diferentes profundidades e temperaturas distintas de modo a albergarem plantas aquáticas exóticas contando-se como as mais importantes Papiros e Nenúfares ao fundo do Relvado, primeiro relvado plantado em Portugal. Notável extensão e singular superfície de dupla curvatura que exigiu um criativo sistema de rega. Ao fundo perto do lago principal temos a maior árvore do jardim, com mais de 50 metros de altura Araucária-de-Norfolk;

Roseiral com cerca de 200 variedades históricas e cujo restauro foi concluído em 2011, altura em que foi inaugurado por Sua Alteza Real o Príncipe de Gales e a Duquesa da Cornualha.

Relvado

Araucária-de-Norfolk

O Parque é decorado por diversos elementos ao gosto romântico, entre eles encontram-se:

Cascata artificial foi necessário desviar um ribeiro para a conseguir;

Arco de Vathek, que partilha o nome com a personagem principal do famoso romance de Beckford, Vathek;

O falso Cromeleque seja também ele obra de Beckford;

A falsa ruína de uma Capela, da autoria de Francis Cook, ao gosto romântico da época e inspirada pelas inúmeras ruínas de mosteiros e abadias no Reino Unido. No interior da ruína encontrava-se ainda um sarcófago etrusco que se encontra atualmente no Museu Arqueológico de S. Miguel de Odrinhas, em Sintra;

Arco ornamental Indiano, comprado em 1857 por Cook a Charles Canning, Governador-Geral da Índia, decora o Caminho Perfumado que termina na entrada principal do palácio.

Cook faz de Monserrate a residência de Verão da família recheando-o com obras de arte da sua enorme coleção. Monserrate fica na posse da família Cook até 1947 quando Sir Herbert Cook é obrigado a vender a quinta ao Saúl Saragga comerciante de antiguidades de Lisboa depois da família ter perdido grande parte da fortuna na primeira metade do século XX. Nesta venda perde-se o valioso recheio do palácio que se irá dispersar aquando do leilão (hoje dispersa por inúmeros museus e particulares).

Em 1949, a propriedade é comprada pelo Estado Português já sem recheio, o palácio nunca mais foi habitado enquanto residência e acabou por ficar ao abandono durante décadas. Na década de 1990, Emma Gilbert, por sugestão do embaixador britânico, lançou a associação cívica “Os Amigos de Monserrate”, cujos esforços conseguiram evitar a degradação total dos jardins. Em 2004, já sob a tutela do IPPAR, terminava a recuperação das coberturas. Em 2007, a Parques de Sintra-Monte da Lua, sob a direção de António Lamas, iniciava a recuperação integral dos jardins e do interior do palácio que está como as fotografias mostram pois todas elas foram tiradas dia 29 de Abril deste ano.

Palácio de Monserrate visto do Arco Indiano

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Palácio de Monserrate visto de cima

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