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tempest-toss · 1 month ago

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Excerpt of a Book - "On the Subject of Failed Ascensions"

((Authors note: Muns, Mods, Muses, and ANons are free to interact/react/send questions! The list is a bit long but there is more exposition underneath it!))

[... the page is torn and easily damaged, it seems someone doesn't want the methods of ascension to be read...]

Ascension is not as easy as one might think from the above. Whether it is misuse of items, improper invocation, or by a strand of bad luck, a failure to ascend can occur.

Failed ascensions are never the same. Some are instantaneous and immediately corrupts and poisons the sanity and will of the afflicted. Others are not immediately changed, but do begin their cruel metamorphosis, having to live through the pain of the physical and the slipping of their mind.

No two failures are the same but depending on the deity invoked to help power the ascension, or area of power sought, the failure can have similar aspects. The following is a known list that gives examples of this.

Some names of failures - Area of power sought - Common Characteristics

B. Vessels, Half-Vampires, Giant Bats, Arteries, Choleric Phlegm - Blood and Vampirism - Excessive and never-ending bleeding, loss of speech, thin body and tall stature, exposed veins ____

SkullFaces, Reapers - Death - Loss of flesh, bone growth, the ones with more success gain a death touch, cloak fused with body ____

Ghouls, Living Coffins - Life - Paled skin, forced to retain fragments of humanity, increased durability ____

Wraith, living creep, Shadow tags - Darkness - Aversion to light, limited mobility, death by purity ~~~~~~

Corrupted wolves, Werewolf lords, tree people, and more - Nature - Territorial, more prone to feralness, mostly animal/rare to have human qualities left, when dies becomes grass or other nature ~~~~~~

Corrupted merfolk, Starfish fragments, Jellyfish - Ocean - rare ability to breathe outside of water permanently, animalistic, always covered in scales ~~~~~~

Cordyceps, Spore Factories - Mushrooms - loss of brain control, ability to spread corruption ~~~~~~~

Heartless, the huggers - Love - hearts physically exposed, distorted voices, inhuman strength ~~~~~~~~~

Flesh lumps, fleshlings, the fused - Flesh - Abominations, mish-mash of flesh and organs, often has no mouth yet screams ~~~~~~

Fortune-tellers, Great Sages, the predictor - Fate - Lack of eyes, telepathy, violent and uncontrollable twitches, often take a form resembling a tarot card. ~~~~~~~~

Fox-kin, Three tailed kits, shapeshifters - Trickery - Talks in lying rhymes, fox tails, inability to speak negatively about the kitsune deity, uncontrollable laughter ~~~~~~~~

The crow swarm, the lightning striker, "Mede" - The Sky - Never-ending feathers, often stuck between human and bird, loss of vocal cords. _______

Clockbearers, cog sentinels, the minuteman's guards - Time - Loss of any emotion, loyal to a master, constant loud clanking noises ______

Puppeteers, Melts, Ladies in Red, Sneaking Statues - Arts - Loss of bodily autonomy, fear of being looked at, aggressive if touched, full retention of fate ______

Fused Gunners, The gladiator, Eyesniper - War - Heightened aggression, loss of distinguishing features, attacks indiscriminately, always clothed in some form of battle attire (fused to skin) ______

The Leprosed, Crow Maulers, Spewers, Bloodied Medic - Pestilence/Sickness - Rots immediately after death, often packed with contamination, crow and raven aesthetics. Either crows or coughs, all have crow tail feathers. ______

The inhabited, Atlas Moths, The Alien - Insects - Dies almost instantly to fire, hive mind, often feel compelled by stronger powers, obsessed with turning locale into a hive. Various bug features are seen, from wings to proboscis to stingers _______

Astroid cluster, "Mercury" - Space - Floats, beautiful coloring, lack of aggression, dies without warning ________

Book Stack, Learners, The Professor - Knowledge - Growth of brain matter, telepathy, often the exterior changes to leather and paper, horrible at fighting ~~~~~~~~

Moon Dust, the Forgotten, "Laika" - Moon - Often borrows from other domains, has no gravity, is aggressive, and is rarely seen (heightened chance of dying immediately after failing. ~~~~~~~

Ifrit, Bound-Demon, "The Influencer" - Evil - Often takes a form enticing to an opponent, banished by holy objects and faith, horns and spaded tails, grotesque claws, almost always has a sneer, loss of all prior memories. ~~~~~~~

Bodybuilders, "The Coach", Barbelled - Strength - Aggressive, avoid at all costs!, heightened senses, slow speed, abnormal growth of muscular tissue, no known weaknesses ~~~~~~~

Flame Atronarch, Phoenixes, Coal Sprites - Fire - Constantly aflame, will not chase prey that enters the water, afraid of caves. ~~~~~~

Wisps, the Fallen, Tethered Corpses - Spirits - Incorporeal, tangible enough to harm but most attacks fail, usually melancholy, often begs for opponents to kill it. ~~~~~

Three-winged angels, "The Blind One" - Purity - Flaming wings, often has eyes covered up, senses one based on how corrupt they are, will focus on other failed ascensions before a human. ~~~~~~~

Golems, Sand Shifters, Geode Clusters - Earth - Slow movers, often coated in sand, retention of humanity, shattered if stressed ~~~~~

"Carolers", The festivites, The grapevines - Drunken festivities - Smells of grapes, drunk, easily irritable, disfigured appearance, almost never seen without a mask. !!!!!!

The Bloated, the Starved, Foodies - Sustenance - Disfigured bodies, only has brain functions relating to food or drink. In the case of "Foodies", their body becomes a foodstuff

Not included in the list above are domains that have too few entities to report, and many of the niche and very minor domains (such as horses)

It should be noted that the domains of Unity and Family, do not have any failed ascensions, as all who invoke their domain will die instantly if used to ascend. It has yet to be confirmed as to why or how.

Maybe if one were to ask...

[The rest of the page is worn...]

#((Inspired by Fear and Hunger rn))#lore bits #Loose Page #questions welcome!))

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chronicparagon · 6 months ago

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Quiet Rebel: Persona 5 AU

Disclaimer: This AU includes an earlier point of Harmony’s life where she is under 18 years of age. Because of this, this period will not involve sexual content and interactions. Although this verse mentions certain kinds of abuse from canon events in P5, they will not be discussed in detail and Harmony will never be subjected to it.

As stated in my guidelines, muses and muns must be over 18 years old for intimacy. There are absolutely no exemptions to this.

An additional tag “teen!Harmony” will be added to this and other verses to indicate she is under 18 and must not be involved in any sexual content.

There will be triggers tagged for your safety. There are mentions of different forms of abuse and racism. I do not condone any of the triggers mentioned.

Information of this verse is based on some interactions with P5 muses and can be subject to change or develop AUs within this one, which can differ.

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An exhausted groan escapes from Harmony who tosses and turns in her bed. She’s tired, oh so tired, but she can’t sleep. The girl huffs before slipping out of her bed. The city lights peer from her window, serving as the light on this dark night. A brief glimpse at her phone on the nightstand and she finds the time.

“Three in the morning…I have some time before I have to get ready for school.” Her voice is just above a whisper, and she sets the charging phone back on her nightstand. Bare feet cross the hardwood floor to the vanity with its mirror concealed by a throw blanket adorned with red flowers and skulls on a black background.

She pulls the blanket away before settling on the bench before the vanity. Silver eyes look back at her while she silently surveys her image.

Harmony Halcyon, a girl who came from the United States. Her father served the Air Force until his service was up just a few years ago. He took a job in security after that since he and his wife came to like Japan. Harmony found joys in the country for its history and beauty. However, she was never popular, that’s for sure.

Her gaze lowers to her right shoulder in the mirror. Sure enough, the terrible burns are still there. Uneven patches of scarred tissue cover part of her back and down her right arm. Even now, Harmony remembers the dreadful day when she was a child caught up in a wildfire.

Eyes shut tight and she shakes her head with a low snarl. She can’t dwell on those memories. What good would it do? There is already so much to worry about than these old burns.

There is so much to worry about.

Her ability to adjust in a new country at an early age was not ideal, to say the least.

Books on learning the Japanese language and how to understand their writing systems remain on top of her dresser nearby. These are among the many resources Harmony has during her time when she couldn’t understand. She came to Japan struggling to read kanji, write it and other systems, and had trouble speaking.

Children were not so kind back then. She remembers the jeers over her scars, how different she looked, and her frustration over not adjusting to the culture shock so quickly.

Many years and fights later, Harmony and her parents had no choice but to consider Shujin Academy. No other high school would take her in.

It sucked, really. Harmony leans forward and rests her elbows on the vanity’s surface. Chin rests on open hands while looking into the reflection, taking in every detail of her room that she would other wise ignore.

The books, the clothing hanging inside the closet that’s ajar, and the stuffed animals lined up on shelves near her bed.

Harmony was lucky. Kamoshida had no desire for her and always looked at her with disgust. A girl who is also from the west, but her skin and hair are dark, and her skin carries a reminder of a grisly past. She never liked the coach and his supposed “jokes” in asking where her tipi is, if she was a princess. If only she could punch his teeth out for that. Those hurtful words always made her lash out. She would scream, curse, and lunge at him.

Black nailed fingers curl into her palms and lips curl over her teeth from those memories.

If only I could punch him in the face! His face always looked so punchable.

She hated Kamoshida for how he treated the others. He does so much worse to them. Still, his attitude toward her never helped her self-esteem.

Harmony shakes her head while reaching for the hairbrush resting on the dresser near the mirror. Bristles stroke the long, dark locks that reached to her hips. They shine red in the pale light as she continues to brush her hair, watching her reflection as her mind drifts back to her worries.

She recalls the treatment worsening when she rejected the offer to join the volleyball team. Her rejection started much of his abuse.

She can’t forget the fury on the older man’s face as she walked away. She had to do it. He’s creepy, acted like he was the god of the school, and banned competitive swimming. It was the one sport she enjoyed. Perhaps she would never become an all-star athlete, but it was a positive outlet. That one bit of light snuffed out by a twisted man’s ego.

It makes her sick! The other students who became his targets don’t deserve the abuse! Her parents had not once questioned Harmony when she told them what was happening. Their actions were quick as soon as they heard of the abuse. However, the Halcyon family learned the terrible truth.

Mama and Dad shouldn’t struggle either! But…Who else could I tell, Harmony thought, remembering the events that followed. Her mother reached out to other parents for more evidence. Her father confronted Kamoshida. The family did not know that the coach’s reputation was greater than justice.

Other parents retaliated against the Halcyons, forcing them into silence. Not even the police would pay mind to Harmony and her parents’ demands for justice. His fame in sports was more important to Shujin Academy and many families than the students’ safety.

A soft sigh leaves her as her eyes lower from her reflection. Her family was not accepted into the community already, but their actions made them black sheep. Rumors spread about the family and how they couldn’t be trusted. That included not trusting Harmony herself, an attention-seeker who cried wolf one too many times.

Now, the world seems lonelier than before.

Harmony did what she could to stay out of trouble, yet she couldn’t do that all the time.

Her eyes remained on the girls, and on the lookout for Kamoshida who comes for them. There were times when he glared at her when she pretended to be his target’s friend who needed them urgently. It is a classic ruse to defuse dangerous situations and take the girls and other victims to safety. The aftermath of the students brushing her off for these attempts always crushed Harmony. They never listened to her quiet warnings, nor followed these strategies.

She was quick to find out these came from rumors about her.

She sinks into her seat as she remembers what she overheard.

“Hey, that’s her, right?”

“Oh, yeah! That’s the girl Kamoshida complains about.”

“Poor guy…He always says she harasses him nonstop. I guess she's jealous of the other girls getting any attention.”

“Ugh! Talk about desperate.”

“Right? He has no time for her! I also heard that her body is disgusting, too. Skin all wrinkly with missing pieces and everything!”

There were other mutterings she caught in the hallways from time to time.

“Look out! It’s that Harmony girl!”

“I heard Indians like her are violent.”

“Yeah, heard they drink a lot too.”

“You think she does too?”

Now, those rumors triggered a…less polite response. The results were the same: Students scrambling away from her when she confronted them. It’s awful, really.

None of the accusations are true! How? How could everyone fall for that?

Her stomach churns and she sets her brush down. The girl leans in and her hands grip the sides of her head. Eyes shut tight and lips curl back, revealing gritted teeth.

Those always get to me. It’s not right! Who can fall for those lies?!

Fury flares within Harmony, but she draws in a deep breath.

“Easy…Easy…” Being angry now will do no good. She needs to remember that.

In and out, Harmony….In and out…

Deep breaths fill the room and slowly, very slowly, but surely, she relaxes. Tired eyes return to her reflection. She sits in silence for a moment.

What is she to do at this point?

That sad excuse of a coach can’t be allowed to dictate the lives of her peers. Just accepting the insults and abuse was never going to be an option. What’s worse is the innocent students falling victim to Kamoshida’s tyranny. Her parents tried to intervene, but it seems the school staff and even other parents were reluctant to do anything about this. Perhaps she needs to be slyer in her attempts to disrupt his predation.

Yes…It may be best to work in the shadows. That way, he will never be able to lay his filthy hands on any girl or throw fists at anyone else.

The brush returns to its place on the dresser and Harmony nods her head to her reflection as she makes up her mind.

That settles it! She’s going to be less obvious in her efforts. There must be a way to protect the others. Maybe they will never accept her, but Harmony knows that no one, absolutely no one, deserves to suffer.

The girl takes the blanket and drapes it over the mirror before returning to her bed. However, Harmony has no plans to sleep tonight. She has a few hours to plan her next steps. She needs to try harder in making Shujin Academy safer, and not get caught while doing so.

#Quiet Rebel (P5!AU)#teen!Harmony #left in the dark #abuse tw #racism tw

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orangepeelshortbreadcookies · 1 year ago

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Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 5 - 5.6 / 4.11 & Edmund

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,993

Chapter summary: Our heroes consult their Minister of Defense and form a tentative ally with the Opposition regarding a possible assassination plot.

The purpose of having an older brother, Miles decides, is to be given a loyal and free lackey for your entire life.

Miles is especially lucky that his brother is Edmund. He is seven years old and is twice as big as other kids his age. Miles believes Edmund must be at least 10 metres tall. He can reach all the highest shelves. He gives Miles piggyback when their Dad is not available to. Any kid who dares bully him, and by extension, Charlie (who is not his best friend), retreats immediately when they see Edmund coming. It is the best.

The greatness of Edmund’s stature, however, is not appreciated by everybody. To be more specific, Auggie, their eldest cousin, is so very jealous. He finds it deeply unfair, as despite being two years older than Edmund, Auggie is one head shorter than him.

“I am going to catch up with you,” he argues. “Our dads are the same height so we’ll be at the same height too. My Mum said we just grow at different speeds. I am what they call a “rate broomer.”

“Yes but Aunt Daff is shorter than our Amma.” Miles chimes in. “And children are supposed to grow as tall as Moms put on top of Dads.”

“That’s not how that works.” Auggie glares at him.

“Yes it is.” He sticks his tongue out at Auggie. “You will never be as tall as my Edmund.” Smart boy that he is, Miles quickly retreats behind his brother’s back while dropping this devastating “fact”, before Auggie can have the chance to jump on him.

---***---

Despite Miles’ very obvious dislike of Charlie Bridgerton, he is fascinated by Charlie’s younger brother, The Baby, Alex.

Known to their Mother as Seong-Gi, Alex is at the exciting age when babies start speaking. Sophie and Benedict, on occasions, find Miles and Charlie completely abandoning their toys and hanging around Alex for hours to teach him their favourite words, giggling at The Baby’s babbling. Miles can barely wait until the moment his sister reaches such a milestone herself, so he can play the role of teacher all over again.

“Charlie.” Charlie points at himself. “That my name. Chaar. Leee.”

“Cha-Lee.” Alex repeats enthusiastically.

“My turn.” Miles shoves Charlie aside. “Miles. Miilless.” He voices his name slowly and clearly. Alex blinks at him, a fist in his mouth, bemused. “Now you try it.”

The Baby throws his hands in the sky, grinning as if he has just won a prize. He exclaims happily.

“Meow!”

The education is a work-in-progress.

---***---

Sometimes Edmund can be such a poohead.

Such as right now, as his left hand holds one of Miles’s trucks so far above his head, while his right stretches out and ruffles Miles’s hair, preventing him from getting in range of the toy, revelling in his younger, much shorter brother’s frustrations.

From his place on the mat, Alex watches their scuffles, laughing and clapping his hands together in utter delight. Charlie, however, seems to ignore them completely. Priorities. He is rather content with getting the most of his time around Miles’s exorbitant amount of Lego Duplos, before the older boy gets into one of his moods and demands them back.

“Give it back, Edmund!” Miles demands.

“Sorry,” Edmund smirks. “Can’t hear you from all the way down there.”

“Edmund!!” Miles yells, near tears.

“Mun!” The Baby’s high-pitched voice draws all heads toward him. Unburdened by the attention, he keeps clapping and smiling as before. “Mun-Mun!”

“What– what did he call me?” Edmund is caught off-guard just enough so Miles can yank the toy from him and skips toward Alex and Charlie.

“Very good, Alex.” Charlie nods. “That is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex repeats excitedly.

“Hey– that’s not…” Edmund, or Mun-Mun stutters, growing redder by the seconds, knowing he’s being duped but unsure how to respond.

“That’s right, Alex.” Miles wants to cry again, but this time from relief and gratitude. “His name is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex declares, while Mun-Mun flushes and runs out of the room in tears.

Edmund’s new nickname makes the rounds among the other cousins, and the boy’s annoyance with it only helps cement its popularity. Later, as the name reaches the ears of the adults, it is game over for Edmund. The second Kate hears her eldest being addressed as Mun-Mun, she has found the name so adorable and endearing, it sticks.

See? Having an older brother is so great for so many things.

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“Mun-Mun? Are you here?” Miles’s dark curls and hazel eyes peek into the room, hoping to find his brother where he has last seen him. On the contrary with his usual loud, carefree sprint/scream, the boy is putting extra effort into being as quiet as possible. Charlie and he are currently on a top secret, covert, dangerous, self-appointed (has he mentioned secret?) mission, so naturally, Miles does not want their nosy Bassett cousins to find out about it. Especially not Belinda.

Edmund still occupies the seat where Miles has seen him five minutes ago, completely immersed in Mario Kart. Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Miles tiptoes toward his brother, before shaking his shoulder as hard as he can.

“Mun-Mun! Mun-Mun! We need your help!” Startled, Edmund’s cart takes a hard left off the lane.

“Do not call me that!” The older boy scowls, but pauses his game anyway. He is only begrudgingly resigned to his fate after all. One must still protest against such a ridiculous name as ‘Mun-Mun’ on the basis of principles. “What do you want?”

“There’s a cake in the kitchen!” Miles says, barely able to contain his excitement.

Edmund is unimpressed.

“So? We won’t be allowed any until after dinner anyway.”

“You don’t understand! There’s a cake in the kitchen and there’s nobody around!”

“Nobody around? What do you mean? Where’s Cook?” Edmund is still hesitant.

Impatient, Miles pulls on his big brother’s arm as hard as he can (which doesn’t do much), straining as he does.

“I don’t know. Who cares? Mun-Mun, there’s cake . It’s big . And they put it up so high. You’re the only one who can reach it.”

“You already had two biscuits just now.” Edmund reminds him. “Both you and Charlie.”

“We’re not going to eat it.” Miles argues. “We just want to know what it looks like. Where it comes from. Please , Edmund, it’s So. Big.” He pleads, making one more attempt at yanking his brother away from the chair and ends up sitting on the ground. “Hurry. Charlie is keeping watch in the kitchen. We must get there before the Bassets find out!”

The mention of the Bassets in a competitive context piques Edmund’s interest. His own curiosity seals the deal. How big is this cake?

“Just a peek, okay?” He says to Miles. “One peek, and then we’ll put it back where it belongs.”

“Promise!” Miles breaks out into a brilliant smile. “One peek. The quickest, tiniest peek in the entire world!”

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It is neither a quick peek nor is it tiny.

In their defence, first and foremost, it is a big cake. An enormous cake. A gorgeous cake. Two-tiered, elegantly and decadently frosted, luxuriated with a generous pour of chocolate ganache. It is the kind of cake that, to their knowledge, must be what heaven looks like, made even more enchanting by the fact that they cannot have it. It is the kind of cake that demands one take time to take in all its beauty.

Secondly, as Edmund is just about to close the lid of the cake box and return the pastry to where they have found it, the Basset children storm into the kitchen and demand to know what it was they were doing. Then big-mouthed Belinda threatens to tell the adults unless the Bridgerton boys let them see the cake as well. So Edmund has no choice but to open up the cake again.

Really, it is not their fault.

“Who do you think it’s for?” asks Auggie.

“Perhaps there are some clues around…” Belinda, the aspiring detective, ponders. “Did you see any card attached to it?”

“No.” says Edmund.

“Interesting.” she rubs her fingers against her chin in contemplation. “Very interesting.” Then an idea pops in her head. “Maybe it was an assassin! Maybe the cake is poisoned!”

“Shut up, Belinda.” Miles contradicts her, purely on impulse. “It’s not poison.”

“How do you know that?” She questions him, in the most annoying tone she can muster, knowing he hates it.

“It just isn’t.” Miles responds, using an equally grating voice. “So shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“Both of you shut up!” Auggie reprimands them.

“Belinda might have a point, actually.” Charlie speaks up. Miles turns to his partner-in-crime with a look of utmost betrayal, while the youngest child in the kitchen offers his scientific insights “We don’t know where it was. The cake could be poisoned. It a plausible hippothis. We need to prove it though.”

“How do we do that?” asks Miles.

“I can do it!” Caroline, who believes she has superpowers, exclaims. “I have “tellycandysis”!” Without waiting for permission, she presses her face closer to the cake. “I’ll smell out the poison!”

Her big brother Auggie pulls her back by the collar when Caroline’s face is buried in the frosting.

“Ah! Let me go!” she flails. “I’m smelling it!”

“No, you’re not!” Miles accuses her, pointing at the creamy evidence all over her mouth. “You’re eating it.”

“No, I’m just smelling.” She denies. “I smell it with my mouth!”

“Look what you did!” Miles complains. “You ruined it.” He gestures at the Caroline-shaped indentation on the frosting.

“She didn’t mean to.” Loyally, Belinda comes to her sister’s defence. “Besides, she proved it, didn’t she? Now we know the cake is not poisoned, thanks to Caroline.”

Auggie comes to their aid.

“It doesn’t look so bad. Just move the other bits around to cover that spot she made and no one will notice it.”

“That’s true,” agrees Belinda.

“Right.” says Edmund.

“I guess.” Miles reluctantly concedes.

…

Nobody moves. All of their eyes are still trained on the delicious looking cake.

“What if–” Miles suggests conspiratorially. “What if the poison is inside the sponge?”

Belinda agrees immediately.

“Possibly. Assassins are sneaky.”

Charlie encourages him.

“Good hippothis, Miles.”

“But then–” Auggie questions. “How do we find that out? Without anyone noticing?”

For a few seconds there is silence. Then Charlie, ever living up to his name as the son of a scientist, speaks up.

“We can–” He starts hesitantly. “We can cut four pieces off the bottom and turn it into a square cake?”

“Yeah, that would work.”

“Good idea, Charlie.”

“Square cakes are better than round cakes anyway.”

“Cut it.”

Being the tallest and strongest of the bunch, Edmund proclaims himself the cake-cutter. Clutching the child-friendly cake knife with both hands, the boy tentatively approaches the giant pastry.

“Oh right, I’m doing it. Everybody stay back!” He warns the other children with the utmost seriousness of a specialised expert about to diffuse a bomb.

Four pieces are removed cleanly and divided among six children under Edmund’s careful incisions, explosion-free.

“Well, we know that the cake is not poisoned now.” muses Auggie, licking frosting off his fingers.

“Agree.” says Belinda absent-mindedly, taking a huge messy bite off the piece between her hands.

“That's because I smell out all the poison first.” exclaims Caroline with a mouthful.

“I guess I can put the cake away now.” says Edmund.

His suggestion is only met with dead silence, including his own. All six faces, smeared with frosting, are still directed at the cake, unspoken longing tangible in their eyes.

“It–” whispers Miles. “It doesn’t look as good as before, does it?”

“No. Now it looks all uneven.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same shape all the way around.”

“So what do we do?”

“What if–” Edmund speaks up. He supposes, as the cake cutter, he ought to take charge in this matter, “what if I cut all the edges off and make it like a big round column?”

This decision is met with unanimous support.

In his peripheral vision, Miles notices Charlie carefully break off a piece of his second serving and put it away.

“Are you saving that for later?” Miles turns his gaze to the younger boy’s pant pocket, where the piece has just disappeared. Finding Charlie’s shirt has risen up over his belly, Miles pulls the hem back down for him. Don’t let your belly be cold , he remembers Amma said to him, whenever his shirt rolls up like Charlie’s has, before she kisses his belly and fixes his shirt so it covers him up again. Miles does not want to kiss Charlie’s belly. Belly kisses are for Mums and Dads only, he thinks. But the other thing Miles can do, unintentionally leaving a sticky handprint on the front of Charlie’s shirt while he is at it.

“No,” Charlie shakes his head. “This for Alex. He wants cake too I think.”

Miles considers it. Babies eat cake too?? He never thought about it like that. But if they do, won’t it be unfair for his Charlotte not to have cake, just because she cannot walk and ask for it like older children? Poor Charlotte, don’t be sad. I’ll bring you cake . He thinks this, then shoves a fistful of cake into his pocket as well, before finishing his share.

The second they take another sweet, spongy bite, both Miles and Charlie completely forget that they have cake in their pants.

“I’ll put the cake away now. Everybody get out.” Edmund shoos the rest of them out of the kitchen, and they comply happily. Their cherubic cheeks glisten with chocolate and cream, our children are content in a haze of sugary bliss, completely oblivious to the very visible evidence of their crime. For at least 30 minutes, the five get along swimmingly, synchronised in their energetic, glucose-fueled giddiness.

Until they start fighting again and realise that their usual, Edmund-sized mediator is nowhere around to mediate among them.

Without having to utter a word, all five rush back to the kitchen.

The cake that should have been returned to where it belongs in the fridge is still where they last saw it, Edmund has not yet moved it. In fact, he is still standing over it. The pastry now bears more resemblance toward an upside down bell than a column.

“Mun-Mun. What the heck?!” Miles yells, breaking his older brother out of his trance.

Realising what he has done, Edmund repacks and puts away the evidence in a flash of panicky blur. “Nobody tells my Dad!! Especially you , Miles!” he throws back a warning, before disappearing in a metaphorical, and even possibly literal, dust cloud, taking great advantage of the fact that none of the others can catch up with him.

Edmund’s original plan has been to excuse himself immediately after dinner, scurry off to his bed and pretend to be fast asleep. Unfortunately for him, however, their deeds are uncovered almost right away.

If the remnants of frosting and chocolate on the corners of their mouths have not already posed a line of questioning, the agonised cry of Charlie and Miles bursting into tears in discovering their thoughtful gifts melted into a mushy, sticky mess certainly would.

The ensuing chaos results in uproarious laughter among the adults. Even young Edmund’s and Miles’s Dad and Uncle Simon cannot hold back their chuckles. Grandma Violet doubles herself over in fits of giggles, her laugh lines crinkle. She sits the oldest four children down around her and recalls the story of how she meets Grandpa Edmund, a meeting that involves a blueberry pie heist.

Meanwhile, Kate and Benedict busy themselves with consoling their respective desolate child. Kate assures Miles that Charlotte is still too small for cake as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, as the boy grabs a fistful of her raven hair in his palm and sniffles into it.

Charlie needs a little bit more convincing.

“I– I really wanted to get Alex cake.” He manages to say between wet sobs into his Dad’s shoulder. “I really did!”

“I know, love.” Benedict strokes his hair and tucks the hem of his shirt back into his waistband. Another piece of clothing becomes too small. “That is so very kind of you. Alex knows that.”

“No he doesn’t!” Charlie shakes his head vehemently. “He a baby. He just knows if you give him things or not. He doesn’t know if you tried.” He clutches his Dad tighter. “He’ll think I hate him if everybody has cake and he doesn’t. And I don’t. I don’t hate him at all!”

What a smart, perceptive little thing his son is. Benedict wonders which one of them he gets that from.

“I assure you, mon petit loup , your brother knows you love him.” He wipes the tears off the boy’s face. They grow up so fast. Too fast . “He loves you too. And it’s not too late, you know? You can still give him cake now.”

Charlie pauses his sobbings to mull over that option. Oh right, he can do that. There is still cake left. The original piece he intended to reserve for Alex was better, or course, for obvious yet undecipherable reasons. But he supposes he can make up for it if his Dad helps him cut an even bigger slice.

Charlie gets to feed his some cake after all. Alex bounces giddily in Sophie’s lap, the taste of cake further strengthens Charlie’s idol position in his little heart.

As for Edmund, he never forgets the date of his birthday ever again.

And for all of them, their little group, the legend of The Cake on that fateful day would go on to feature in the toast at each of their subsequent weddings. It is implicitly agreed upon that none of them would let the others live it down.

#miles bridgerton #charles bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #alexander bridgerton #saphne #kathony #benophie #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #violet bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #my writing

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risustravelogue · 10 months ago

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Wriothesley is nothing, if not persistent.

Like a shark who smells a drop of blood in the water, he instantly locks onto any clue that could tell him where you are.

Even miles away in the land of Fontaine, the Duke of Meriopede has friends in unexpected places. There is nowhere you could hide. In the darkness or in the light, he can see it all.

When he's narrowed you down to the islands of Inazuma, he takes his time exploring.

His first stop? Jinren island.

Despite the Inazuma heat, Wriothesley is cold without you by his side. The icy look in his eyes is mirrored by the Cryo vision hanging on his clothes.

His patience wears thin as he's approached by vagrant Samurai. Wriothesley clenchs his fingers, triggering his gloves. His calm voice is at odds with the burning anger and frustration he feels in his chest. His eyes narrow down on the vagrant taunting him.

In an instant, Wriothesley seems to disappear, only to reappear a moment later, holding the vagrant by bunching the Yukata on his neck above the sand. The cryo vision in his gloves work overtime to keep the explosion of emotions he's feeling under control, but the ice begins to form a thin layer on his gloves.

"Tell me where she is."

Wriothesley, who's not afraid to make a deal with the devil, if it means he can protect what means the most to him.

(Haven't written like that in a while. Thanks for the inspiration there, Risu-mun. Anyway, I figure you'll be busy, so have this little drabble. I hope you enjoy it! Or not, because it's EBG season. Lol ;))

@i23kazu - here's my second submission. 340 words.

glad you like the inspiration, nonnie! and yes, I do enjoy this a lot. I await your next visit!!

also, I'm gonna call you ➖ (read: strikethrough) anon because I'm just so very creative with names- /silly

01. missing home

—here.

He’s a—. He won’t—danger—plans.

—Sleep tight.

A̷̞͎͗n̷̛̮͚̞͊̃d̶̤̈́͝ ̶̺̘̭͋̑̾I̷̜̟̯͗͆ ̶̳͕͂h̸̘̻͈͌̑́ỏ̴̡̗̪̑̕p̵̗̯̗͂e̶͚̰̅͐̕ ̵̡̨͚͇͚̈́̚y̸͇̳͙̏̊͗͝ͅŏ̸̞̓̊͐̒̋ủ̵͚̩̰̠̻̇̿͘͜'̵͖̎̈̃͆͒̆̿l̴̻̠̙̗͆̄̑l̴̟̖͙͙̗͂̽̈́ ̷̟̖̲̩̑r̶̨̖̘̂̆̕é̸̝͖͍̾͊m̴͈̱̈́̅e̸͕̕̕m̶̘͔͚̔͊b̸̜̳̬̰̮͋e̸̩̗͙̝̾̎̂͜͝r̵̜̍̚̚̚ş̷̨̭̭̯͉͙̱̱͔̥̍̂̈́̓̍̆o̶͈͙̜̦̜̳͊͠o̶̧̟̜͆̅̔̊ñ̶͍̰̳̙̉.̸̧̣̣̲̰̠̺̝̍͗̋̉̂͂͂̓̊̚

…̴͉̣͓̙̼͛ ̷̡̠̱̺̟̤̘̞͕̓̽̕-̵̡̫͇̥̥̱̅̉̒̂̎̎̒̽-̸̧̱̞͎̤͐̔̈́͋͒͠-̷̨͍̗́́͐͆͛̑́ ̸̢̹̻̺͈̬̲̔̈́̏̚-̶͖̰̗̺̳̥̠̂̔̀͑̕-̸̝̱͍̻͇̥͎̒̀͐̓̇̈́̕͠-̵̙̺̤̈́̓ ̴̢͕̩̗̪͎͙̮̪̒͆͂̿́-̵͕̤̗̭͊̃̅̀̃.̷̼̀̎̆̽̓͂͝͝

“Yo, imouto-ch—”

“Itto. Stop that.”

“Ei! So sassy,” Itto laughed. “Breakfast is ready. Let’s go eat! Granny Oni and Shinobu are already waiting for us.”

“Granny Oni? Huh… Is she an oni like you?”

He shook his head and grinned.

“Nah, she’s a regular human granny. She got that nickname when she adopted me,” he said. A tinge of sadness came into his crimson eyes.

“She must’ve endured lots and lots of hardships to raise me, and I’m forever grateful for that,” he mused.

The red-horned oni shook his head, as if shooing away the melancholy from his voice.

“Come on. Let’s go eat.”

She followed Itto to the dining area, where a young woman wearing a mask was preparing the utensils.

“Hello,” the young woman greeted, offering Kurisu her hand. “I’m Kuki Shinobu. You may not remember me, but I remember you.” Her eyes creased as she smiled. “Boss and I found you lying unconscious in the bushes nearby.”

Kurisu shook Shinobu’s hand as firmly as she could. “Thank you, Shinobu-san.”

Shinobu’s eyes widened. “Oh? You speak Inazuman? Are you from one of the other islands?”

Kurisu shook her head and blushed. “No, I’m actually from Sumeru. But I love reading light novels, so I know just a little of your language.”

“Ah,” Shinobu nodded. “They are indeed ambassadors of our culture.”

She took off her mask and put it in her waist bag, then gestured for Kurisu to sit down.

“Please, sit. And you can call me Kuki, miss…?”

“Call me Kurisu.”

The corner of Shinobu’s lips tweaked in amusement. “Spoken like a true fan of light novels,” she said.

After introducing herself to Granny Oni, Kurisu sat in one of the dining chairs. She observed the trio fondly as they chatted the morning away.

Itto saying nonsensical things.

Kuki sighing in exasperation at his ideas.

Granny Oni smiling, occasionally reprimanding her adopted son.

…

I miss Sumeru… I hope I can go home soon.

#kurisu plays ebg #genshinblr january ebg 2024 #ebg 2024/01 plot asks: ➖ anon #kurisu's ebg 2024/01 lore

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musesofchaos · 1 year ago

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Okay okay okay, but-

I’m not the only person who doesn’t like borusara because it feels like the show is tryna do hetro Sasunaru/trying to pull the sasusaku dynamic again? (at least judging by the panels I’ve seen?)

It’s also because they always gave me more of a siblings/friends vibe. And considering what Kishi has done to other female characters… ugh.

#voice from above (mun speaks)#ooc #anti boruto #anti borusara #//I apologize to people who actually like boruto/the ship #//but I just can’t get into it #//plus it hurts my brain try and understand what’s going on anymore #//also the way sarada is drawn #//no thank you

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cffidelityy · 1 year ago

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ooc.

So, as most of you know activity for me has been sporadic over the last few days. I'll admit there's been a lot of personal stuff going on lately that's kept me from being on, not to mention providing a general lack of muse. However, life has finally started to die down and I feel like I can be on semi-consistently again.

That being said, this blog is about to go under a lot of changes. I'm going to be changing up the tags, rules, theme, making a new interest tracker and some other things over the next couple of days so be on the lookout for all of that.

Also, while I love each and every one of you. I am going to be going on a small unfollowing/soft-blocking spree. Please know that unfollow does not mean unfriend. I just like to keep a tidy dash and make sure I am following people who actually want to interact with me.

So, if you want to stay around PLEASE INTERACT WITH THIS POST! Of course, there are exceptions ( you know who you are).

Remember I love you guys, this is just for my mental health. Tumblr is supposed to be a fun place!

#;out of fidelity {ooc}#;a voice from above {mun speaks}#;shout it from the rooftops {psa}

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goddessoffidelityy · 2 years ago

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ooc.

I’m highly considering moving blogs, so can you guys could do me a favor?

Please give this post a like if you would still continue to follow me if/when I move.

Thanks lovelies! <3

#;out of fidelity {ooc}#;a voice from above {mun speaks}

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 6 months ago

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Please do a part two for Officer!Kisho and Megumi! Is it going to be heavy NSFW like the drabbles?

((Hello dear once more and sure, I can write another or part two. And yes, it will be heavily NSFW like the drabbles are. So I hope you like it. And again, Kisho belongs to and is from @chunibyo-x-sorcerer a side blog that belongs to @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

A few hours passed but Megumi was having half bare but he only keeps close. Right now, he was leaving kisses and bite marks on Kisho's shoulder while he had his wrists tied up by some tendrils of his shadow. He was naked right now while being on his knees but Kisho was shaking trying to get away only to yelp feeling Megumi eating him out.

"W..will you st..stop doing ahhhh t..that!? Let me g..g....ngggnnnm!!" he winces feeling something hot licking him down there but he was also being stroked by one of Megumi's hands.

Hearing his voice, he pulls back panting while fingering him. "Oh? Already giving up? We just started a few hours ago? You said you can endure this didn't you?" he asked but Kisho was shaking closing his hands into a fist but he was flushed panting into the pillow.

"I..I did say that bu..but you..oohhh s...shit!" he shook his head feeling his hot tongue again but his fingers were keeping him open as Kisho was trying to keep quiet.

'Ohhh no no no no no! This shouldn't b..be happening! I need to stop him...e..even if it feels good..No wait what am I saying!? Damn it!' he struggles again only for Megumi to smack his ass hearing a yelp from him.

"I told you to hold still didn't I little Phoenix. I'm not done with my meal.." He growls still holding his shaky hips before lowering down eating him out again. The licks and kisses were heard that Megumi feels KIsho shaking.

"I t..told y..you ooooo t..to stop...e..enough a..already..p..Please enough!" he moans but as he tried to move, Megumi only grips his hips and slams his fingers deeper. His fingers hits right into a bundle of nerves when he did.

"!!!" Kisho sits up in shock moaning out in pleasure as he feels his cock cumming suddenly. His eye were wide as he was shaking. "W..what t..the.....w..what did you h..hit!?" he moans only for Megumi to chuckle.

"So that's where it was.." he said now rubbing down against it as Kisho squirms moaning out lustfully from his fingers. He was touching something inside and it was sending sparks of pleasure down his spine and all through his body.

"Ahhhhh ahhhh st..stopppp n...nuggghhh n..not there! Please not there!"

"OH? Not here? Right here?" he said thrusting into that same spot that made Kisho throw his head back moaning out. The shadows slowly sits him up a little while holding his arms above his head as he's on his knees. He was looking down moaning out like a girl, grinding his hips back against those naughty fingers.

"Awwww your moving your hips against my fingers. That tells me you love it. Your so naughty right now..how precious." he chuckled but Kisho looks away only to feel him opening him up while he leans forward feeling hard again.

Why did such a thing feel this good!? He never even did this to himself till feeling another do it and it was him! He closed his hands into fists, drooling now that he threw his head back screaming out in pleasure.

"P..Please! Please no more!! If you don't st..stop I'll.."

"That's it my pretty bird..go ahead and cum..let me see you cum from my fingers." Megumi speaks against the back of his neck while he quickens his fingers hearing Kisho gasping quickly.

"Ahhhhhh Nononononono I'm gonna cum..I'm gonna cum!!!" He whines biting down on his bottom lip before he feels Megumi slam his fingers in hard to make Kisho scream. "CUMMING!!"

Right way, his hips bucked feeling another wave of his orgasm hit his body. His cum hits the bed and pillow as he was shaking cumming for Megumi. He could feel his hole tightening around his fingers as Kisho was crying from the afterglow.

"Haaa.....hhaaaaa...." He lowers his head catching his breath dazed while seeing himself cumming on the bed. It felt good that his own resistent mind was slowly breaking. Even Megumi licked his lips to slowly make him lower down on his chest and pull his hips up.

"See? It feels good don't it? cumming from such a powerful orgasm.." He teased his hole slowly to feel KIsho tightening around the digits again. He whimpers gripping the pillow as his hips buck back against his fingers.

"Mmmmmm~"

"Must be..but hey now....I know in the future we'll have more fun. I might even let you pleasure me if you wanna feel more again.." he said only to stroke himself seeing how wet Kisho was now.

"However..that's for another time. Right now..I'm more hungry for giving you a good pounding...now raise your hips for me." he said as Kisho was shaking.

He only growls to smack his ass getting a yelp. "Raise them..don't you wanna feel something three times better?" he asked now having his own cock in between his cheeks grinding against his hole. This snaps Kisho out of his daze to whimper feeling something hot.

'W..what the...what is that? I..Is that his..' he quickly looks for his eyes to widen. It looked pretty big but he was shaking seeing him stroking himself. "Y..Your c...crazy. That wo..won't fit inside o..of me..It w..won't-Ah!" He winces from another hit to his ass but Megumi had the shadows press him against the wall this time having his arms above his head. He was getting aroused seeing the view.

Kisho was dazed, his skin was coated in a light thin sheet of sweat. Some bite marks and hickies were seen on his shoulder, chest, and neck. He was hard with his nipples being the same. Even his hole was opening and closing wanting to be fucked.

"Haaaa....hhhaaaa...."

"You look delicious like this...all needy and wanting. You do want it..don't you?" he said moving closer to hold his legs up as he tenses seeing his cock hard. Kisho was shaking already looking at him.

"P..Please..y..you.."

"Hmmm? Don't worry..It won't hurt. Thanks to the lube your slick enough to have it.." he said only for him to lower it down near his enterance grinding against it.

"...Haaa...b..but I said your t..too big..b..big....you won't f..fit.." he said trying to close his legs but he feels Megumi pull his hips up. "A..are you listening t..to me-"

"I am..and all I see is you wanting it. So just behave..and take my cock!" Suddenly he slams him down on his cock as he was fully seated on him.

"F..FUCK FUSHIGURO-S...SAMA!!"

Wait...what the?

Megumi blinks but he grips his hips holding him down but he was really tight and hot inside. Kisho was shaking as he was leaning his head back panting heavily. However, the way he speaks made Megumi silent.

"What did you say, little bird?"

"I....I s...said.....n...nothing-" he hissed feeling Megumi grip some of his brown hair to pull his head back. "MMMmm!!"

"Don't lie to me. What did you say?" He whispered.

"....F....fushiguro-s..sama......." He heard him say his name but it made him aroused wanting to hear it again.

"..........."

"W...what? Why are y-"

"Say it again...." Kisho blinks but he shook to look confused.

"..F..Fushiguro-sama?"

"Heh, again." he said, grinding against Kisho to hear him whimper.

"Fushiguro-sama.."

"Again.."

"Fushiguro-SAMA!!" He moans feeling Megumi started pounding into him. He lays against him as his body was held up, back pressed against the wall. Kisho was trying to stop his slutty moans but his body was shaking and toes curled. He was pounding into him while he was throwing his head back drooling.

"F..fuck! Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! MMMMMMM OH F..FUCK!!" He moans clawing the wall but Megumi growls loving the sounds his makes.

"Heh, so tight and wet..you really must love this.." he said against his ear that some of his hair was blocking his eyes as he leans his head back and tongue out slightly.

"I..I don't..Ohhhh god I..I don't!!"

"I said no lying..but it won't matter..I'll just keep going till you submit to me!" he said while Kisho was screaming out loudly in the cell.

"W..wait wait wait N..no not so h..hard!! NO!!" he moans shaking again.

~~~~~~~~~~

The night still was going on, but Kisho was still being given a good hot pounding against the wall while looking at a dazed in heat Kisho.

"Haaaaa haaaaaaaa!!! N..Noooooo cumming a..again!!" He moans out before throwing his head back as Megumi grunts cumming inside again as Kisho shook quivering from his own. They been at this for hours but he felt himself being layed on his back again before Megumi slams down into him again.

"AHHHHH!!"

"Come on Kisho..submit to me. I'll keep going till you beg for me! Now give up!" he growls wanting to hear it even if Kisho was shaking from how lost he was.

"I..I c..can't..I can't mmmmmmm!!"

"Yes you are...come on hhaaa...don't you feel good? Don't you want more? You want it..your tighter now....don't.(Ah!) lie. (Ohhh!!) to. (F..fuck w..wait!!) me! (AHHH!!)" he said slamming into him when he said the words.

"AAAHHHAAAA!! HHAAAA HAAAAAA AAAHHHHH HNNNN!!"

"Surrernder...or I'll stop..give yourself to me Kisho..or I'll stop.." he said but Kisho was shaking moaning out.

'I..I..I can't take much m..more of t..this..he's too r..rough..my body is s..so hot..I d..don't...my head is breaking..my body i...is....w..wait, what was I..g..gonna.....nughh!!' He screams out again gripping the bed but Megumi only had the shadows let his wrists go but holds his wrists down on the bed. He gasped only to moan when Megumi keeps going harder inside of him.

"OH GOD N..NO MORE PLEASE! PLEASE SPARE ME FUSHIGURO-SAMA! FUSHIGURO-SAMA!!!"

"That's it...mmmmm..keep screaming my name..give yourself to me Kisho..I want you..I know you want me too.." He said seeing him squirming but his eyes were half way open even if they were hidden. His kissable lips were parted while he was drooling tossing his head left and right.

'I...I d..do want him..I never felt this good before...even if I...feel my mind slipping away. I can't.....hold on for much longer..I..my body is...My body i..is..' As he was moaning out, his eyes were rolling in the back of his head as he arches his back off the bed to look out of it. However, a dazed look shows only for him to be put in a mating press by him.

"AAAHHH!!!!"

"Well, my phoenix? Do you have something to say now!?" he asked hitting his spots only for Kisho to speak.....

"I...haaa..I....I...."

"Yes? Say it....come on and say it.." he growls only to Kisho feeling his mind breaking due to the over load of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh.......mmmmmm...g...good..I..It feels so g..good!! K..Keep going h..harder! I want you to fuck me harder!" he begs for Megumi to pant loving this. There it was.

"Good bird......" He said only to hold his legs down as Kisho screams again, gripping the pillow after Megumi lets his hands go. He moans out wanting more as tears shows in his eyes shaking.

"Haaaaa hhhaaaaa...."

"From now on..your mine, you understand me my phoenix? If you want to feel this again, swear you'll be mine. Swear it!" he said.

"Y..Yes I s..swear!! I swear, I belong to you...I belong to YOU! I'm yours!! Just please..please keep fucking me! Fill me up again and again..break me, punish me, spank me, just give it to me!" he moans looking at him but his bangs move showing his eyes. Megumi's own widen seeing his expression.

His eyes were glowing so beautifully like he was a whimpering wet naughty slut but he only was panting to shake. "F..fushiguro-sama..m..make m..me..yours...Make me yours..." He begs wanting him to kiss again that he looks to him.

"Such..a dirty little thing!" he teased as Kisho screams again.

"OHHHH FUCK Y..YES!! YES YES R..RIGHT THERE! HIT IT RIGHT THERE!!"

'Finally, your all mine Phoenix and this time..I'll be sure they know that.' he thought while pounding away. However, he knew no inmate would see this but he wanted to prove KIsho was his. AFter a while, Kisho was slamming his hips down while sitting on his lap.

He threw his head back moaning out while Megumi was thrusting up into him. He was lost into the pleasure that he was whimpering wanting more. Even almost having a shadow collar on his neck. Licking his lips, Megumi pulls him down to kiss his lips while swirling his tongue against his own. However, he grips some of his hair still slamming his hips up to Kisho slamming his hips down.

His moans echo from his cell while drooling and gripping the pillow on either side of Megumi's head. "Ahhhhh.....M...more..More more more fuck MORE!!!!!"

"Alright naughty bird. Have some more! Take every inch!" he said as Kisho moans slamming his hips down.

"Y..Yes Fushiguro sama! Please fuck me! Fuck me more!"

'I..I Lost..I couldn't fight it any more but...w..why was I fighting this pleasure? It feels so good but..I think I can't live without him....I have to have more..I need more of him..'

Through the night, his moans and Megumi's groans were the only things heard. Seems Kisho fallen to the corruption and now his belongs to the shadow wolf.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #prisoner!megumi #officer!kisho #the fractions of NYC #officer demons au #corrupting demons au #anon

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goddessoffidelityy-a · 5 years ago

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MOVED

(ooc.) WE HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MOVING!!

I know that moving this stupid blog took forever, but it’s finally done!

So you can now find me at @goddessoffidelityy, hope to see you guys there!

#;a voice from above {mun speaks}#;out of fidelity {ooc}#;throughout the realm {psa}

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black-dhalias · 2 years ago

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Desert Flowers

Ahkmenrah X Reader Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut

As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off--he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.

“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.

“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It's lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.

“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.

“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It's a mummy.”

Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet--a feeling of unease having settled in the room.

“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…

Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.

“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.

“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.

“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist--just smiling up at him.

“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.

“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.

“But-?”

“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.

Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you--swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.

“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe--recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.

“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.

The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.

You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.

“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.

“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.

“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.

“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.

You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.

Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out--making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.

“Ahkmenrah…”

“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to--and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.

“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you--unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply--daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.

“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.

“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.

“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm--lacking both entirely.

“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.

“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.

Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting--you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.

There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.

Even then, everyone knew.

“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”

“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why--shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.

Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.

Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.

Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went--it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came--Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.

You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is.

“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat--like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments.

The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.

You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body--his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: "My beautiful Queen..."

He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress--when all is said, and all is done--you love Ahkmenrah.

So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows--you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished--there begins the echo of swords.

Ahkmenrah's eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away--you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn't think the attack would come from you.

Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can't. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest--you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.

All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away--layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever--to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.

Maybe then your heart would hurt less.

"I'm so sorry...." You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. "I will never forgive myself... I-I am-m sorry." You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don't expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment--he is only your love.

"I'll make it all stop." You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.

Then he goes still.

You had to do this, end his suffering--you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.

You just didn't know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.

Larry's eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh's hands. "So...We're not..." Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.

"They were my wife first." He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn't even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. "MY WIFE?!" The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.

Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch-- wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them--someone who hurt their friend.

It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics--books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you--he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.

"The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins." There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.

"Yeah well, you did kill him." You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.

"It was me, or his Kahmunrah... I made it quick..." You pause, "Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died." Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. "I gave him mercy."

"Did you tell him that?" He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.

"It was always my burden to bare."

You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don't. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace... Then you see him, and you stop entirely.

What is air? You don't know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning--with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.

"Go..." His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. "Why can't you just go?" The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.

"I never loved him... I swear..." You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. "Ahkmenrah... I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged." Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, "I wanted you to go quick, I thought he'd kill me for taking that away from him."

Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. "You don't look any older."

"He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you." You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. "I submit to your judgement, as my king."

You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you--the closest you've been in centuries.

He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.

"I never wanted to be your king. Only your love."

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So, can all of you sing the European Anthem? Or is it just the German-speaking countries who can get the words right? Also: who’s the best singer?

Germany: *Takes a deep breath*

“Alle Menschen werden Brüder, wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt… “

Germany: *Waits a bit before deciding to continue with a little smile*

Belgium: …

Luxembourg: …

Germany: Oh come on, say something… That wasn’t so bad now was it.

Belgium: Hey you free for dinner tonight? I need someone to serenade me to sleep :)

Luxembourg: Sister, please behave!

Luxembourg: But uh yes, Germany that was incredible! You have an amazing voice!

Germany: Thank you… *Flattered*

Netherlands: Alright, alright, prick. Let’s hear it.

France: But with pleasure, mon cher! *blows him a kiss*

Netherlands: Hmmmpf... *rolls his eyes*

France: I’m ready! (Link to the song)

Belgium: Awww, “Let's be united like brothers, with a kiss to the whole world.” That’s so sweet!

Germany: Impressive... If only he put that much work in things that actually matter... *sighs*

Luxembourg: But, Germany, Isn’t joy in Europe important?

Germany: Fine. Fine.

Romano: How typical that you had to make it gay again.

France: Try to do better then~

France: *coughs* SIMP! *coughs*

Romano: *Glares in France’s direction, before breathing in* (Link to the song)

Netherlands: *slow clap* That was actually pretty damn amazing!

Romano: *Blushing bright red* Shut up potato bastard number two!

Belgium: Damn, the second! But yes that was incredible! A lovely version! I also like the version in Latin though...

Italy: *takes Belgium’s hand* Want me to sing that for you, Bellissima?

Belgium: Oh, that would be lovely! *fans self*

Luxembourg: *sighs* female privilege.

Italy: *takes a deep breath* (Link to song)

Germany: Another beautiful version *wipes away a tear*

Italy: Thank you Germany! :D

Luxembourg: I think that except for my sister and brother, you all have beautiful singing voices that are hard to compare! Perhaps we should indicate the worst singer?

Belgium: Don’t you dare…

France: Oh no! the worst possible version I have ever heard was from dear Angleterre as seen here: X

Germany: Yes. uhm… That sure is something…

Luxembourg: Ahahaha yeah alright. You’re not the worst, sis!

Belgium: You little shit! Anyway thank you for your ask!

Some Mun Notes and extra stuff below the cut!

SO how did you like that european propaganda? ;)

Alright so the official English translation (although there are multiple English translations… ) is the following:

Oh friends, no more of these sounds! Let us sing more cheerful songs, More full of joy!

Joy, bright spark of divinity, Daughter of Elysium, Fire-inspired we tread Thy sanctuary! Thy magic power reunites All that custom has divided; All men become brothers Under the sway of thy gentle wings. Whoever has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife, All who can call at least one soul theirs, Join in our song of praise! But any who cannot must creep tearfully Away from our circle. All creatures drink of joy At nature’s breast. Just and unjust Alike taste of her gift; She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine, A tried friend to the end. Even the worm can feel contentment, And the cherub stands before God! Gladly, like the heavenly bodies Which He set on their courses through the splendor of the firmament; Thus, brothers, you should run your race, As a hero going to conquest. You millions, I embrace you. This kiss is for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy There must dwell a loving Father. Do you fall in worship, you millions? World, do you know your Creator? Seek Him in the heavens! Above the stars must He dwell.

There’s also some interesting versions of the anthem out there, some weirder or more modern than others!

Belgian Mun’s absolute favourite, “never fails to make her cry”-version of the European anthem is the following Flashmob around the time of the Lisbon treaty: X DO LISTEN TO THIS ONE!!!!!

An honorable mention for this X multilingual version… However the French and German pronunciation leave to be desired. Luckily the singer apologises in the notes of the video, lol!

Regarding interesting linguistic versions, there is also a version in Esperanto here X, which is a made up language with a combination of rules and word forms from all the European languages.

Here’s an interesting version in English as well… X I believe it was sung by Albanians which is why the accent doesn’t sound native. Still it’s pretty cool because it is a rock version!

Another Rock version here X! With what I believe is Croatian at the end? Is the following:

Then some honourable mentions:

This one by André Rieu, because he’s a musical genius. X

This version with 10 000 Japanese people! X

Ode to Joy but it’s by the Muppets! X

This one but it is sung by cats :3 X

This X bastardisation by the Piano Guys who combined it with “Joy to the world”

And lastly this covid version by this Dutch orchestra who did it over zoom! X

Okay! You’d think I would have gotten tired of the melody after hearing it so often ;) And trust me it’s been stuck in my head for two whole days. YET I AM NOT TIRED OF IT! I adore the European anthem. :D

So yeah... Thank you for your ask dear!

#Hetalia eu #aph France #Aph Germany #APh Italy #APH Belgium #aph Luxembourg #Aph South Italy #Aph ROmano #Aph The Netherlands #Political hetalia #Historical hetalia #in a way.....

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