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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months

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Hello! I am SO hyperfixated on the fact that the overblot form CAN be controlled??? That’s the case with Malleus isn’t it? And I guess on one hand I can see how Idia can control it too because of his “curse/blessing” (and sheer will and spite).

Maybe this is foreshadowing that maybe it’s possible for the other OB boys to do so as well???? I don’t know how it’ll work with them but I’m so excited. Overblot cards potential AAAH

I’d love to hear more of your thoughts on this!

[Referencing this post!}

Yeah, I definitely think that OB Idia battle segment opens the floodgates for potential SSR Overblot Troublemaker(s) cards 💀 (RIP to the OB gang fans)

As a refresher for everyone (since it has been a while), alllllll the way back in book 1, Crowley and Cater describe “overblot” as thus: “[… being] overcome by negative energy and[…] losing control of [one’s] magic and emotions,” and “evil berserk mode”.

We’ve seen many examples of these traits in the main story campaign; oftentimes, the OB boy in question is impossible to reason with and has to be subdued via battle. However, it’s important to note that while the OBs may be primarily driven by their emotions, it is not purely rage but rather negative feelings in general. Yes, many OBs (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, etc.) do attack others—but other OBs demonstrate moments of calm (ie when their demands are met). For example, Jamil is tame when he believes he has banished Kalim, secured hypnotized Scarabia mobs, and reigns over the dorm as its new leader. I do believe anger is still a large component of the behavior of one who has overblotted though; that rage most certainly clouds a person’s judgment and compels them to strike out at the slightest thing.

Now, about the idea of “controlling” OBs… I don’t that that can actually be done?? We have to remember that Malleus is a VERY powerful mage—and this alone could give him an “edge” that others don’t when it comes to being fully aware while in OB (though I believe both Malleus and Vil indicate early on they notice their blot building). As Idia’s dad states, Malleus is drawing his magic from nature itself and therefore has a limitless supply it. Secondly, I wouldn’t call Malleus’s OB “controlling” it to begin with. It’s clear that he’s still running high on emotions and is unwilling to hear others out or have them interfere with his plans. These are still traits associated with OB; it’s not as though Malleus is “overriding” the unreasonable thoughts, he is still ruled by them and acts on them. I think what you (maybe?) mean is that Malleus has a much more calculating approach and more precise control over how he wields his power rather than indiscriminately smashing stuff in his path. This, again, could do with his insane power level compared to his peers. Unlike most other OBs, his goal (at least in his own framing) before he overblotted to begin with wasn’t to “take away”, but rather to “gift” happy endings to everyone. This sets him apart just based on interests alone, and that’s perhaps why he acts the most different in the lot.

Now let’s consider the circumstances under which Idia OBs a second time: it’s in a dream, meaning it’s questionable whether or not this would transfer over to real life. Because it’s Idia’s dream, he has more autonomy in it, particularly because he is now “awake”/conscious of the fact that it is a dream. Secondly, Idia bears the Shroud family’s curse/blessing, which allows him to “power up” the more blot is present, as it serves as fuel for his magic. This alone makes him a “special case” which could explain the unusual amount of control he exerts over his OB form. (Again though, I’d wager it’s mostly the dream environment.)

I do see maybe the other OB boys doing a similar “oh, lemme OB to help you guys fight” in a dream situation where there are fewer limits on what they can do, but not in a real world setting. It would put them all at risk anyway, as they lack Idia’s curse/blessing or Malleus’s fae powers. Is that worth the risk, knowing they could all die or potentially turn on their classmates?

I just don’t see OB becoming a “tool” or a magical girl transformation the characters could pull out for combat purposes in the story (though this is possible for like the gameplay outside of the story). I highly doubt OB is like something you could train yourself to control; it’s less like bulking up at the gym and more like pushing yourself to keep exercising while you’re high on adrenaline… Sooner or later, you’d burn out and injure yourself in that overexertion.

If there ever are OB cards, I can easily see them as being the type that don’t come with vignettes because… what reasonable story could you conjure up to explain the OBing again? If there are vignettes, then they most likely won’t fit into the main story canon. You’d have to frame the OB cards as “within the moment” of whatever book they OB’d in, and perhaps go more in-depth about the trauma or something along those lines.

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🍯New Age Money ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘When I was small, God was around and curiously granted my every wish. Now a grownup, I still believe that miracles do happen and that alone gets me up in the morning with such gladness.

And if I am enveloped by a peaceful sun filtering through the branches as I open my curtains, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.

When I was small, God was around and sent Love my way every day. And now, it is time I opened that precious box that’s been forgotten, kept hidden in a corner of my heart.

And if I am enveloped by the soft fragrance of cape jasmine in a garden awash by rain, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.’

– When I’m Surrounded by Kindness from Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

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Pile 1 – ‘Harry, you’re a Witch!’

untapped divine talents – Queen of Cups

Hey, magical creature~ You literally possess mystical powers but you probably didn’t even know~! You’re a sensual being, like a siren, who has an innate ability to feel what others can’t easily perceive. Naturally, this translates into your being highly intuitive, empathetic, imaginative—and you might’ve felt like this world wasn’t made for you. Psychics are incredibly sensitive people and you could’ve felt out of place most of your Life, but as the insightful Jiddu Krishnamurti said: sensitivity is the highest form of intelligence. We’re talkin’ EQ here😘

Someone like you was definitely not built for any kind of money-making endeavour that doesn’t allow you to be sensitive to the needs of others. There’s meaning in your being emotionally attuned and imaginative; even if—for example—you feel that your calling is to become an author, even in your writing it’s clear there’s a purpose of healing those who come into contact with your Art. If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, you literally possess some innate ability to heal others and this explains why you’ve always had the urge to make the world a better place🌍

You see, back in those long-gone days, those who were called witches were really scientists, teachers and healers. The word ‘witch’ comes from ‘wicca’ which means the wise one. Wicca (male) and wicce (female) were the knowledgeable ones who sought to apply their wealth of information and perspectives for the betterment of others as that’s how knowledge becomes wisdom. There is an untapped divine talent resting in you and it is your ability to feel through your psychic senses what society is lacking in terms of its maintenance of its own sanity🎭

YOU, literally hold all the ingredients necessary for a once in a lifetime breakthrough that could potentially heal all of Mankind for centuries to come~🌻

karmic/dharmic opportunities – XIII Death

I betcha you have significant Scorpio influences or 8th House placements or a specifically strong Pluto/Neptune presence in your natal chart. It could be that shortly before you were born someone quite spiritual/religious/magickal in your bloodline had passed away and it almost feels like you were born to pick up the pieces they had left. I betcha that some of your innate interests since childhood or pursuits you feel very strongly about that may have developed later in Life were inspired by or related to that relative/ancestor, one way or another. Like you just share similar patterns of behaviour, interests or even thought processes🦜

What you can really take away from all of this is that you have a purpose higher than yourself. That you came with specific blueprints and that your whole Life, your sense of purpose or mission, all of that is a group project you share with many Souls in the Higher Realms. Only high-vibrational peeps will really resonate with this message😊And that in itself is confirmation for you to know you have many opportunities in the healing and creative industries.

Seriously, you needn’t even have to worry about how you’re gonna make money with these opportunities even if they sound out of reach at the moment. Because it is your Destiny to be a cycle breaker—to start something completely new on your own—a path will be made for you just to fulfil your Destiny. And you can wholeheartedly trust in that to save yourself from excessive worry/anxiety🍷

the future of jobs – 5 of Pentacles

In the industry you’re meant to be part of, there will be a lot of chaos right before you make your debut. Like things are just falling apart and many of the players aren’t even sure what they’re there for anymore. There’s a lot of disillusionment that’s needing to be felt to the max until a breakthrough can really have any meaning. Either that, or some of you could be the one creating more chaos in the industry as you enter it LMAO We call you an industry disruptor, alright? You’re that breath of oxygen everybody was needing because they had been suffocating themselves with their own stupidity🍭

If you’ve resonated with this pile thus far, know that you’re meant to bring some healing—even enlightenment to some extent—to whichever industry you feel a calling to. And this is totally not a one-man’s show; you will be meeting a lot of kindred spirits in that industry and others associated with it. You’re meant to have an audience and serve a greater spiritual purpose for all involved. Bring back all those people into OG spirituality. All of this for what? For people’s mental health, obvi~💕

How does every one of these people expect themselves to be truly happy and abundant when their viewpoints are marred by childhood traumas and the excessive need for revenge? You of all people understand the innate darkness of the human psychology and the future of jobs within the industry of your calling is dependent on its people transcending above trauma and lack mentality so that a new, healthier paradigm can be established. Out with addictive behaviours; out with destructive habits; in with purer intents~ That’s the kind of New World you’re meant to be a part of to earn your keep in the most high-vibrational way👒

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Pile 2 – Paths Least Travelled Lead to the Greatest Stories

untapped divine talents – 9 of Cups

You…need to go and carve out a LYFE of your own, honey. Since you were quite young, you’ve always had this desire to go explore strange territories and come back to share grand stories only you could tell. A unique Life of your own that sets you apart from your family/community. Try to check what numerology has to say about, for example, your Life Path, Soul Urge, Expression and all that; there may be something there that validates this desire to be unique, to be different, to be a fucking unicorn, and perhaps, to be the FIRST to discover or invent something🦄

You have what it takes to thrive alone, that much I can assure you. Some of you probably even have Jupiter in Pisces/12th House or Neptune/Uranus in 9th House. Whatever it is, your Soul does intend for you to travel paths least travelled and discover magical things only you could have access to. What is this strange narrative for? For discovering your Soul’s heritage. I know it sounds weird. But you’ve come from very distinct bloodlines and I sense many of you have a strong affinity towards the faery realm? There’s a lot of historical truths to uncover as you walk the lonely path of the eccentric hermit🏞

The New Age of Aquarius is changing the way we receive truths. It’s such a glad thing that people are now more open to seeing things for what they truly are no matter how politically ‘incorrect’ or heartbreaking the truths are. Your untapped divine talents will naturally bring you towards avenues where you will arise as some kind of a whistleblower or you will be unearthing ancient esoteric wisdom and sharing it with the public. Your life path is definitely very exciting and will take you to wonderful places and meeting the most unique people in the world!⛵️

karmic/dharmic opportunities – 7 of Wands Rx

In many regards, your life path could even lead you to meeting some of the world’s most distinguished individuals OMO But the path is understandably not easy. This kind of calling will require a great deal of character and tenacity. You will be rocking the yachts of the Devil, right? Your Life Stories could get extra absurd and your discoveries might lead you to some dangerous encounters. Nevertheless, if you are nudged by a sense of being of service to Truth, you will decide it’s all worth it. When we die, our Souls carry only stories and memories of our heroism anyway🧬

You will have friends though. People who share your passion for the real re-education of the people. I see professions in journalism, philosophy, psychology, anthropology, criminology, even celebrity exposé stuff that reveal the scammy behaviours of the evil rich and famous. You could also be drawn intuitively to the studies of the REAL history of Planet Earth, her extraterrestrial history and the truths of the lost civilisations that have shaped the wars of our Time. You could secretly (or not so secretly) be part of the disclosure movement😉

The studies of Astronomy and Astrotheology will benefit you a great deal if you’ve resonated this far with this being your main pile. In everything that you do, there is a panacea for the brokenness of Humanity. Your sharing of outlandish discoveries and suppressed information could be what Humanity needs for it to mature and choose global peace and harmony. It will be a lifelong effort that may not end with your lifetime though. So make sure you leave enough material as your legacy for the next generations to continue on🍁

the future of jobs – King of Cups

I suppose it’s pretty clear to many of us now that the world is run by psychopaths. Indecent human beings with terrible hobbies that hurt others and the sheer disregard for the sustainability of the Planet and the livelihood of her inhabitants. With you, you will see for yourself pretty soon that the world is choosing to move to a more compassionate space, and you will have a role in giving a voice to those whose intentions for their societies are more honourable. You could be one to contribute an invention or two yourself; perhaps an exposé book, perhaps a channel, a website~ Idk, what do you feel called to?🎪

In the future you will be part of, you will see evil leaders getting replaced, thwarted even, by compassionate leaders of the New Age Money. Down to anarchy; we want real peace. Down to young psychopaths rebelling against old psychopaths only to start a new cycle of abuse. The future you will be seeing will see that those with a genuine heart rise to the top and begin taking charge of the wheel of society. Leading with a heart. People before profit. It’s really not that difficult to sow the seeds now~🌱

You yourself, and the people who share the same passion, vision and mission as yourself, you are a bunch of experts who will glue together different factions of society who want to work hand-in-hand to remedy all the destruction caused by the powerful psychopaths. There is diplomacy in what you share with the rest of the populace and there is kindness and grace. People’s mental wellbeing will be put at the forefront before profits are made. And if we really did go into a WWIII…

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being of service to Mankind – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

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Pile 3 – For You, It’s Never, Ever, Been About the Money

untapped divine talents – Queen of Pentacles Rx

Of all the piles, you’ve always resonated with loving being of service to the world since you were tiny. You could’ve been attracted to the service and hospitality industries since you were quite young, too. You were probably quite social when you were a kid and liked the idea of working jobs that would ensure other people have a good time, have a good experience with excellent customer service—basically, you liked the idea of helping/assisting others. If you could make your own choices, you’d rather have these types of job🩹

Unfortunately, growing up you were told that such jobs had no money or glamour. Some of you reading this could’ve come from a wealthy background in which working to service others is seen as uncool…even low. So this could’ve caused a great deal of psychological conflict in you. What you want and what your society deems worthwhile seemed to be in conflict. But let me tell you that your heart really knows what’s intended for your highest good🦉

From a very young age, you were already able to see that this world is sick and needing a lot of help when it comes to healing and transmuting negative aenergies. Your child brain couldn’t have verbalised that but your higher intuition knew you were put on Earth to tip the scale. You didn’t want to care about money; you wanted to pursue an authentic Life where your existence could be of some use to somebody👑

karmic/dharmic opportunities – III The Empress Rx

Some of you could’ve come from a rather impoverished background. This is easy to deal with. You were born face to face with this Devil called ‘lack’. But some of you could’ve come from a wealthier background or at least you weren’t necessarily starving and your society could’ve expected a lot from you. If the latter is the case with you, at some point in Life your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides will force you to get down from the high horse of your inauthentic environment and have you experience Life from the perspective of those who haven’t got much in Life🐛

When this happens, your eyes will be opened to what truly matters in Life. That essentially, everybody in this world is sick to the bone because they’re trying to fill a hole in their hearts with weirdass purchases and hobbies. Part of your karmic reason to be born at this passage of time is to help Mankind transmute its unhealthy affinity towards excess indulgence via obtaining things that are truly fleeting. When you learn to overcome your own traumas and addictions, you help the collective conscious of Humanity transcend above that, too. This is very noble and you deserve a big bear hug just for existing in this realm~🧸

Rest assured, it is in your Soul’s blueprint that you must end up abundant yourself when all’s said and done. You’re destined to be very wealthy, from doing things that are high-vibrational and fully in alignment with what your Soul wishes for you to express as a Human being. You’re meant to set an example of what it means to do a job with Love~��

the future of jobs – 2 of Pentacles Rx

Many of you grew up in societies that taught you: passion doesn’t put food on the table. And you’ve observed many real examples of those who prioritise good deeds end up not having much money, indeed. And you could’ve believed that Life is about choosing between passion and duty. Bullshit. If people can’t thrive doing what they love, it’s the society that’s broken; how can there be no money to be made in those endeavours that are more exciting, more meaningful? You realise now that the System was designed to depress the common people in the pursuit of serving the Devil😰

You and your kindred spirits are the free spirits that are going to usher in an era of New Age Money where people no longer need to ruminate over sacrificing passion or freedom for a stable income. Back to before Industrial Revolution, maybe? Let’s reset the paradigm so we can recalibrate ourselves towards something more of a Solarpunk Society, or a Steampunk Society, that’s cool, too🍵

For you, it’s never ever been about the money. Career endeavours that would suit you most are whatever you feel an innate calling for. Many of your natural talents you’ve got since birth can be monetised in the service of your community, and better yet, online community. Some of you may feel a calling for being in the hospitality business, engineering, have an online presence or be a social media influencer, and some others may simply work in the aviation or F&B business, while some could want to become an eco-farmer or something. Whichever it may be, know that you have the unique power to elevate many aspects of the industry you are part of~🏹

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yanderenightmare · 7 months

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I have an honest question and I don't want to sound rude or anything at all but what's so interesting about CNC. Like I see people hype it up but to me it just feels like romanticizing r4pe..I'm not really into CNC so I can't talk bad or downplay whatever they do but I'm just asking because I want to understand it better.

A question I, by no means, can answer perfectly. However, in the spirit of philosophy and amateur psychology, I will lay unto you, ye who have keen ears, my theories.

Now, I am in no way a psychiatrist. However, as I am a woman who does a great deal of fantasizing and further thinking of what I fantasize about, I thought I might assume the role of a sexologist as it is no protected title.

I’ve long wondered why we (women) fantasize about things that would appall us if manifested in reality. It makes little sense that an act so ruining in practice should make us feel fulfilled when the mere thought of it is humored.

In the vast complexities of psychology, no matter how much I drink of its depths, I can’t seem to get my fill enough to understand it. Trying to figure out female arousal is like pulling hair from a clogged gutter and trying to undo all the knots. It’s a web of contradictions.

However…

First theory – there are cultural reasons. If we accept the inbuilt instincts of old and the instincts we adopt through media while growing up – all in all, the great history of aggressive men dominating passive women – we are conditioned to accept that this is what romance looks like.

Second theory – there are the emotional reasons. The "Beauty and the Beast" motif – featuring classic co-dependency. Women submit to abuse because we have an inbuilt need to nurture others – so when we love men who require to abuse and own us in order to love us, we somehow forget to protect ourselves in favor of loving them, which in this case means allowing them to abuse and own us. It's warped.

Third theory – there are psychological reasons. In fantasies and writing or viewing, we get to reframe traumatic experiences in a positive light or rework traumatic experiences in a safe environment – a form of psychological self-defense, much like Stockholm Syndrome or a type of self-inflicted Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Fourth theory – research has also been conducted regarding physiological reasons. Here, we have another inbuilt self-defense mechanism – a seldom talked-about phenomenon – which shows that women tend to become physically aroused when they sense any possibility of sexual aggression in their environment – in order to lower their chance of injury if they are raped.

Through all this, I believe one can narrow fantasies of rough or non-consensual sex into something as paradoxical and polar as having a wish for control and a wish to relent oneself of it. And coming to this conclusion, I realized that such is the pursuit of many, even in endeavors not of the erotic kind.

Humans wish to have control just as much as humans disdain having control. This is why BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism, masochism) kinks and fetishes are found in some shape or form in nearly every romantic or sexual relationship in existence. You’ll have the dominant partner wishing to achieve control over a submissive partner wishing to relinquish control through such means of domination, humiliation, pain, and pleasure.

But it’s more complex than that, isn’t it?

Yes. Because, contradictory – a submissive partner may wish for control, and a dominant partner may wish to lose it. Human beings are an unyielding paradox where we flex across contrasting aims with no means to an end.

Yes, we wish for control, yet disdain having it. Perhaps we find the answer to this paradox in maintaining control by losing it?

Moreover… how does this relate to nonconsensual sex fantasies?

Here, we get a fifth theory containing the ego – a spin-off of a kind from the third theory. Here we find the wish for control, where, in the lustful fantasy realm, non-consensual sex bolsters a woman's feelings of seductiveness and desirability in the way it has the power to make a man lose his decency and self-control, driving him to commit crimes of passion despite ill consequences of losing his pride and honor as a man – also, ultimately, risking getting sent to prison.

Put simply, some women enjoy the idea of being irresistible enough to drive even a good man crazy. The thought of being attractive enough to make a man love-sick and the power and control that follows it is, in this case, a turn-on.

A sixth theory – another spin-off from the third theory – is that fantasies of rape allow women to reduce the distress associated with sex, as they are not, in this scenario, responsible for what occurs. Moreover, the logic here states that when one is forced into something, they’ll have a lesser need to feel guilt or shame about acting out their own sexual desires.

Put simply, some women wish to maintain their innocence despite having carnal desires only satiated by means of sinful acts.

This begs another question.

Is this a lingering feeling of guilt and shame around female sexuality?

Of course! Women are constantly met with disdain when open about their sluttiness.

So, are fantasies of nonconsensual sex a type of projection they do because of this?

In some cases, yes!

Transferring our own sexual desires unto another gives us permission to act them out without feeling guilty or dirty – because, inside this fantasy, it isn’t us committing the indecencies.

... Okay then...

Summing up theories five and six:

Control. To feel wanted, lusted for, obsessed over, and coveted by others. The power of driving someone to lovesick desire, a frenzied state, where they would do anything, even illegal, to have you. Additionally, despite such harsh cases of ego, wanting none of the responsibility for it, wanting to be free of sin, to maintain innocence and purity in light of such dark desires.

Or is there a seventh theory? One found in our idyllic construct of freedom – this aimless goal of ours to make ourselves appreciate breathing – done by balancing the electric powerline between having and losing control.

Is it this act of switching places, the attraction and pull, the stimuli and response, the attack and retaliation? In the chaos of contradictions and uncertainty, we find a thrill that occupies our otherwise hibernating minds – bored to the degree that we become machines in our daily programs.

Is it simply that we need a little extremity as a remedy for our dull lives?

Do we fall in love with illegal things simply because we are denied them? Simply because they’re illegal? Self-harm, drug use, gambling, murder, rape…

Are these things a part of us? And are we, without them, left feeling unfulfilled? Is The Purge perhaps onto something vitally important? A cure for boredom, this mediocrity that leaves us feeling so blue?

I think, if I were to find a comparison, it’s quite similar to the blind bounds of excitement others ascend to in the midst of playing violent video games. The rush of falling in and out of enemy territory, of danger and safety, from being a predator to becoming the prey, of victory and defeat, of chasing death only to be comforted by one’s remaining life – because in reality, you're safe and sound in front of a screen.

Also, in other cases - rollercoasters, horror movies, extreme sports, etc...

Yes, the wish to trip in and out of control isn’t limited to the realm of lust but is present in most aspects of life. We find it in extreme cases such as drugs, gambling, gaming, relationships, and in other subtle cases of professions and work.

If you don’t like it, that’s your business, and I wish you the best of luck in lust elsewhere.

On another note – and such another warning and disclaimer – I want you not to accept my tales of lust as love stories. Personally, I think hints of toxic displays such as jealousy, obsession, and possession in a partner are natural – but – a difference is made when such feelings become restricting to a degree you no longer feel free. I implore you to make such distinctions for yourself when regarding yourself – and, in extreme cases, when regarding others.

In said regard, I do not condone the events nor the actions of the characters in my stories – neither offender nor victim. Don’t allow yourself to fall prey to toxic partners! The signs are always there – keep a weathered eye out for them.

And no, I’m not blaming those who’ve allowed themselves to stay in toxic relationships. I, myself, am guilty of that. But I won’t excuse my poor judgment either. You know when something doesn’t feel right. We shouldn’t blur the lines of right and wrong in the name of love – or whatever else we may lend our self-control to – such as religion, culture, family, societal pressure, etc...

You are in control. Don’t forget it. And don’t allow anything else to become the case.

#nightmare rambles #discussion

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artastic-friend · 7 months

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Some things I love about DJ’s sound design and animations in Help Wanted 2:

Every time he makes a bigger movement that requires shifting of its weight you can HEAR IT- It creaks and you can hear hydraulics inside of him WHICH BTW IS SO COOL IN SO MANY WAYS BC (tangent): it makes sense as to why he needs hydraulics being so huge and heavy, but also because the way real spiders extend their legs is like a natural form of hydraulics!! They pump their hemolymph(basically bug blood) into their legs which then allow those legs to be filled with more pressure that causes them to extend! This is why a dead or near-death spider’s legs go into the curled position (the death curl) :(

The sTOMPS I always loved the stomps even in base sb but there is just something so cool about hearing them around you as he is so close!!! It all just adds to the feeling of his weight and size 😫

HIS GROWLING?? AND MORE ANIMAL-LIKE SOUNDS??? In the past we would hear a little bit of it when he was sleeping in SB, but now we hear more examples of it and just like- closer and more noticeably 😳 it’s almost like you can hear it breathing at times and it is so cool and uncanny in the best ways :D

Ok the SNAP?!? The way he snaps his fingers and the sound reverberates all around you?!? And the way the light ring of the outside of his tunnel turns on at the same time??? I don’t really think that DJ is actually producing the snap sound from the snap alone, as with the synthetic materials its gloves are made of probably can’t produce that crisp of a sound, BUT THAT JUST MEANS THAT HE MAKES THE SOUND HIMSELF WITH ITS SPEAKERS OR SOMETHING AND SO HE’S DOING IT 100% FOR STYLE POINTS AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

The sound of its teeth clanking together to the beat of the music, that’s just a neat feature I like very much

Ok movements now, THE WAY HE SWAYS HIS HIPS(?) TO THE MUSIC!?! especially when it is doing that little happy dance of his or pointing at the player when it’s their turn to play. I LOVE THAT LITTLE DANCE IT’S SO CUTE

Ok the way he leans in reaaal close before settling back? He’s probably just doing it as it shifts its balance to lean back, but like, I wanna believe he’s also sorta doing it on purpose a little 🤭

Speaking of which, the movements for him going from leaning towards you to shifting his weight back and getting into that badass cross-armed pose?!!? Love it 😭 I love it sm- once again, the recoil and the followthrough of his movements just emphasize its size and weight so well I am just obsessed

OH AND HIS LITTLE FINGER TAPS WITH HIS MIDDLE RIGHT ARM THAT’S ON THE FLOOR?!? It’s a smaller detail but I am so glad they included it because it’s just so neat!?! I don’t know how to explain why I like it but it is so neat and adds to his vibe so well

OK I JUST NOTICED THIS BUT WHEN IT IS DOING THAT LITTLE DANCE AND POINTING AT YOU WHEN YOU GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT: he like, Bops his head a little and with each head bop his headphones bounce a little as well!! Idk why that is just such a neat little detail to me!

Ok this one I probably should have mentioned sooner since it’s one of the first things it does but the way it climbs out of the tunnel and grabs the sides like that with his middle set of arms? 😫😫✨ Idk what to tell y’all but that is the most attractive shit I’ve seen!!! Y’all need to step up your game if you wanna be like him XD /j

His head tilts. Need I say more? They’re adorable.

THE JUMPSCARE??!?? Dude I know it’s probably meant to look like he’s coming in to bite/eat you or something??? But to me and my DJ-Simp corrupted brain it just looks like we’re boutta make out 😁😁😁

OK THAT’S ALL I GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, but I might possibly add to this later???? If I notice anything else that stands out to me.

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-Biggest note, finally, FINALLY we have seen the real Armand. I'm not just talking about his heartbreaking speech in the Louvre, I'm talking about his increasingly unhinged behavior and especially that flashback moment where Daniel is remembering him asking him why he's so fascinating. -Is it insane that Claudia's suffering is more upsetting to me than anyone else's? I think it hits closer to home when it's a woman. That, or maybe they're oversaucing the pudding. Like, we get it, she's Super Tragic. Can we process -Santiago sulking in his dressing room while Claudia is onstage. They should have formed an alliance from the start to get this act off the stage. -Man this episode does make me remember how insufferably snobby Louis was in the book. Thank god they've got Jacob playing him. -I adore them showing coven politics. Love love love. Could Armand have prevented it? I mean, obviously, if he could put the entire coven to sleep in an instant. But they are clearly setting up the impetus to be more complicated than many make it out to be. -Daniel says "Yah" to Louis asking if he wants to know what Dreamstat felt like. -"He's not that attractive." Bro. I'm not even a dudes kinda lady and even I know he's hot. -HE CALLED HIM A BUFFOON OMG -I think Rashid, on orders from James, mixed in those photos with Louis' to cause an argument and allow Daniel more time with the files he was sent. -I wondered if they were going to find one of Marius' paintings in the Louvre, but finding one of Armand/Amadeo is even better (because Marius is...not mediocre, but definitely not Louvre material). -"Who am I, Louis? Am I my history I have endured? Am I the job I do not want? I am not sure anymore. No one has painted me in over 400 years." Oh god for them to address Armand's identity issues this directly--he is fully aware of that emptiness and openly seeks to fill it. He's begging Louis for it. -Then to turn around and show this authoritarian side to him, FUCK YES. -Starting to venture closer to the theory that Louis has been telling the lie of him being the one who slit Lestat's throat for so long that he has come to believe it. -Jesus. I know Dreamstat isn't even real and doesn't have feelings, but I still feel for him. -This scene where Louis advises Armand. People are seeing is as being more sinister than I'm seeing it. There are definitely power plays, but nothing Armand pushes back on. I don't think he's doing this because he fancies being Lestat, though I'm as perplexed as anyone by his reaction to Armand's story. But I think here, he's giving Armand a place to vent, to be vulnerable, to safely express fear for the first time in well over a century. I do think it snowballs by the time we get to Dubai (hence Jacob talking about Louis becoming "the Lestat" in his relationship with Armand), but here, Armand seems deeply reassured. Contrast their argument in the bedroom, where Armand is immediately concerned with who to blame because he doesn't want the argument he knows is coming. That instant anticipation of the argument isn't a great sign. But the one moment in the 1940's that's a sign of how toxic it's likely to get? Louis called Armand by the name Armand said he went by as a slave, which he could not be sure was his birth name. That's taking the BDSM fantasy too far. Other than that? Every time Armand starts to spiral emotionally in the conversation, Louis redirects him, and it genuinely seems to make Armand feel better. What I don't like is that Louis has stepped back into a persona he doesn't like. At this juncture, it's more unhealthy for Louis than for Armand. Though as we see, it seems to become equally unhealthy for them both. -That being said, some people are still weirdly insistent that Armand is secretly 100% in control of everything ever, in spite of the mounting evidence that it's not the case. Just because he can put his coven to sleep for 15 seconds without breaking a sweat doesn't mean he's some kind of puppet master. There's only one of him.

Next week: finally getting truly unhinged Armand omg.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #iwtv spoilers #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #armand #daniel molloy #claudia de pointe du lac

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- Tiger Lily - (Yandere! Namjoon x Reader) - Part 1

Warnings: Slight ABO, smut/noncon (not this part), kidnapping, innuendos, harassment, gaslighting, drugs, forced undressing, nonconsensual touching, slavery/forced prostitution, dark themes. You have been warned.

Summary: To be a flower maiden is to know pain. Pain that comes many forms. It's too bad for you that your curse is not well known, and running from the only man who knows about it, won't do you much good. Run while you can... for when he catches you, there's no telling how he'll ravage you.

Note: I have no idea what time line I wrote this for lol. I’m also thinking of making this a series with the other members, so if you like it, please let me know! This is inspired by the Yuri Manwha Kang Unnie.

Your clothes had always smelled of smoke.

Not because you enjoyed the bad habit, but because as you grew older smoke was the only thing able to cover the scent. The scent of the Tiger Lily. The scent ranged from cigarettes, to old incense, to burnt ash from the fireplace. Your parents never took chances when it came to you. Fear always glimmered in their eyes; Fear that their only child would get taken away to be a noble's toy, never to be seen again.

It was a bright summer day, when you first interacted with Namjoon. With no idea as to who he was, he was the first person to see past the smoke.

You wished you had been more careful; More cautious as to who you interacted with. But the Tiger Lily came with a curse. And it was naïve of you to believe you could escape the curse.

"Are you alright?"

It took a moment for you to realize that a young gentleman had bumped into you. The arms that had wrapped around your own, allowed for a more stable support. Strong muscles hardened over time, with scars easily noticeable underneath long sleeves.

It was the first thing you noticed about him. Second, were his eyes. They gleamed mahogany and dared those that didn't know him to lean in a bit closer. You wanted to lean in closer. Sadly, you did not have that luxury. Especially, when that very same man was apologizing for falling into your lap and ruffling your skirts.

"I really am so clumsy." He rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "It is not gentlemanly to be falling into a young ladies lap."

He grabbed your right hand and kissed it, looking into your own eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he raised himself up before looking around. You had been sitting at a nearby fountain with a book in one hand, when he had stumbled upon you. It was a common habit of yours, when taking a break from the old apothecary your parents ran. It was a nice place to take a rest from the outside world; a place where no one had to worry about greedy individuals in the dark. Your own refuge.

It was when you had been in the middle of a kissing scene, that you heard a scuffle occurring nearby. The strange man had been perusing the shops nearby, when someone had ran into his shoulder, and shoved him to the cobblestone at your feet. In the process of catching himself from the fall, he had managed to face plant into your colorful skirts.

"It's quite alright sir." You giggled. "I'm just glad you are not hurt. Some of the people around here can be quite rude." He smiled at that before tilting his head.

"Still, it was not appropriate of me. Though I am curious, you smoke ma'am?"

No one had asked it outright as forthcoming as that in the past.

"Why no-" you chuckled "my parents just enjoy it, and who I am I to judge them for the habit."

There was a hum from his side, before he bowed before you. "Well, my lady, it was lovely meeting you, albeit in the wrong circumstances." He looked over at someone that was approaching quickly. They seemed to be in servant attire. A large tailcoat and white cuffs clipped at the wrist. Peculiar for a small town like yours.

"You really shouldn't run off like that -"

He shook his head at the man approaching. They shut their mouth and backed up a step, giving the gentleman his space. He sighed. It seemed that was his notice to leave.

Before the clumsy man left, he managed to look over his shoulder and asked you one last question. "What might my savior's name be?"

"(Y/N). And yours?"

He paused, thinking over his response. His eyes flitted over your attire, the long skirts that dragged in the dirt. The corset framing your bodice. The way you fidgeted your hands together.

"Namjoon. Just Namjoon."

You didn't think anything of your interaction with Namjoon. He wore peasant clothing, and yet held himself in a more gentlemanly manner than most commoners you lived with. If anything, your interaction with him had made your day.

It wasn't until later in the day, when your parents reminded you to keep the incense burning in the home, that you remembered why you can't get close to men. They would just use you, and drag you away for their own selfish desires.

That is what happened to all flower maidens.

Flower maidens were around for as long as you could remember. They were always young ladies born with seeds implanted in them. Seeds that on their 21st birthday, would bloom across them starting all the way from the nape to their back all the way to their bottom, creating imagery of gorgeous flowers unlike any tattoo or painting could ever envision. Blooming in real time, more alluring than anything. Each maiden embodied a different flower, all the way to the way their hair shined in the sun, to the powerful scent given off by each fair lady. To be a flower maiden, was to be an angel incarnate.

These ladies were cursed though. For even though they held immense beauty and could bewitch any man that came across their path. The blooming's held a price.

Starting from the first blooming, the maiden would be weak to anyone that came across them, unable to fend for themselves or against anyone that came to take advantage of them. Their minds would be primed only for the sexual desires of themselves and others, ravaged by the sensations that occurred across their skin. A fire and pain that only got worse the longer they ignored the want for someone inside them. It was said that the pleasure from bedding a flower maiden was unlike anything feasible on earth.

To "protect" the flower maidens, the royals and nobility created a garden hidden away. This garden held all the rare and beautiful flower maidens, and treated them like nobility themselves. The cost being that, a flower maiden must always give themselves to the nobility that visited and paid. It was a "treat for all the nobles hard work". A life of a gilded cage of prostitution. All nobles agreed that watching a maiden writhe around in want and need, as pansies, poinsettia's, roses, and more, spread like a new painting across their bosom was mesmerizing.

The clientele were highborn, and with that came the expectation that a flower maiden may never leave. Every flower maiden that has entered that garden has died before the age of thirty five. It is said that the thorns and blooms wrap around their heart, swallowing them whole of loneliness. Nobles pay millions to enjoy the final blooming of a flower maiden and it is common knowledge that there is no known cure.

There has always been speculation, however, and in your heart you always hold out hope. Hope that by the time your blooming comes, you will have found a way to beat the death curse.

As you pass your hand over the seed on your thigh, you are reminded of this. The seed that would one day bloom into beautiful pink and orange Tiger Lily's.

Your parents always said that the Tiger Lily represented wealth and pride. That was what scared them so. Fear that the nobility would snatch you away. That you would be cursed by their pride and wealth in an endless loop. A toy for them to enjoy.

You refused to be that for them.

When you were sixteen you first noticed a scent start to appear. Your parents quickly moved homes, albeit not easily due to the poverty you all suffered from. Incense soon became common in your household as well. But they refused to allow you to be taken. For they knew they could not afford the cost to visit the gardens, lest you be taken, and knew that you were worth so much more than a life in an esteemed brothel.

It was a dangerous game, but one they were willing to pay.

It was the law that any flower maiden born in Korea be handed over to the government from birth. It was easier to raise a lady into prostitution, than to convince her it was her duty to her kingdom later in life.

The cost of hiding one, was death.

"(Y/N)! Dinner's almost ready!"

You looked one last time at the seed at your thigh.

"Coming!"

“What have you been reading about this time?”

Looking up from your book, you made eye contact with your parents in the kitchen. They both were cleaning up from the days meal, and you could notice a hunch in their shoulders from the days work at the apothecary. You shrugged.

“It’s just another fairytale romance. Prince falls in love with a peasant girl and love happily ever after.-“ Your mother smiled. “You know how they go.”

“I’m glad you’re still able to enjoy those things.” She patted her hands on her apron, before grabbing the flour off the table, reorganizing the pantry as she meandered.

“I will be needing some help in the shop tomorrow. You know how busy it gets on Wednesdays. Is that alright?” Your mother never wanted to impede on your personal studies. It was rare for a women to be educated, so she prioritized your own before the need for money.

“Of course. Nine o’clock?”

“On the dot.”

She blew a bit of dust off a shelf, and wiped a few things down before settling in next to you on the lounge. It creaked under the weight, with old florals stained over time, but made no other noise. She wrapped her arm around your back and held you close. She smelled of smoke and ash, although, you knew she hated it. But she loved you more.

It was as your eyes were starting to shut. The warmth and breath lulling you to sleep, that you heard three knocks on the door.

They were concise and clear.

It was unclear to you, why someone would be knocking at this hour. Many individuals should have settled in for the night by now, or at least been off the streets. Your parents were intrigued by who was at the door as well, as they looked at each other in suspicion, before you felt the warm touch of your mother leave your side.

Their steady footsteps rang out as they approached the door. A creak was heard as the hinges squeaked open. And on the other side stood a royal guard.

You froze in your seat.

The officer took off his hat and held it at his waist.

“Excuse me, ma’am. So sorry to intrude at this late of an hour.” He peaked his head in, making eye contact at you before smiling. “My name is Officer Jungkook. We were alerted of a disturbance on this property. May we come in?” He paused to allow your guardians a moment to process the request.

They looked at each other before nodding. No one could deny an officer of the king.

“Of course. Please don’t stand outside too long. It’s far too cold for anyone to be out.” She waved her arms inside, before around ten men entered the premises. Each one donned in navy blue, with patches of red on their shoulders, designating them as members of the royal forces. They meandered along the walls, dragging fingers along surfaces, led by none other than the individual introducing himself as Jungkook. He looked around with hooded eyes, almost as if intrigued by the atmosphere and cozy home.

It wasn’t until he was far into the living room and the door had been shut, that he clapped his hands.

The sound rang out. Like thunder in a storm.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Hands grabbed and vases flew, as you were apprehended by multiple men. Your parents yelled out for you as you were dragged back screaming and kicking. They were not far better as men dragged them away to a back corner. Muffled yells and tears were the only thing you could hear from your parents.

“Let me go!” You went to bite your oppressors hand, but they quickly brought their hand back before another grabbed your head and held your jaw shut.

“Search her.”

You snapped your head to look over at Officer Jungkook. The order was quick, and if one were not paying attention, they would have missed it. Too bad for you, the royal guards were paying very close attention. Within a second, you had been stripped of your blouse and hands were touching all over your shoulders, back, and neck. You quickly yelled out, as no one had seen or even touched you in those areas before. Face heating up, you kept kicking and shoving at anyone that dared lay a hand on you.

The head guard snapped his fingers in front of the faces of his men quickly.

"Enough of this! The report was for a scent near the skirts. Don't undress the women more than is necessary!" There were a few mumbled apologies before your bodice was thrown back over your shoulders and instead your skirts were pulled down. The situation seemed to be getting worse by the second. You yelled out, as their hands passed over your skin. Brushing over calves and thighs, before finally landing on what they were looking for.

You shook in their grasps, as one of their hands gently passed over the indent of a seed on your thigh.

Your cursed Tiger Lily.

"It's in the middle of the thigh, sir."

Quickly, your skirts were pulled up, but not before the arms around your waist tightened further. Head Guard Jungkook nodded his head and looked pleased before turning to your parents, tailcoat whirling behind him.

"The cost for housing a flower maiden is death. In accordance with our laws, you will be escorted to the palace where you will await trial. This process can take weeks or months, but it is within your best interests to come silently, as we may have to use more force than necessary otherwise." While the other guards were groaning at every jab you sent back, the head guard seemed to be fairly content with the events of the evening. Your parents heads hung low in shame. They had failed protecting their little girl.

He slowly walked over to you. The way he held himself was almost bunny like, with a chagrin smile and mischievous brown eyes. He was just as mesmerizing as the man you had seen earlier. He leaned in close to you and took a piece of hair within his grasp, twirling it around his finger, before his grin reached larger across his face.

"Poor little maiden, I'm sorry you've been cooped up here so long. I can assure you that we will -"

"Piss off fucker!" You snarled. The smile slightly slipped, but never disappeared.

"It seems you are a bit confused. That is of no worry, Wonho?" He held out his hand. One of the guards seemed to get the memo.

"Yes sir!" A needle was placed into Jungkook's hand. Your eyes narrowed onto it. Gritting you teeth, you gave the man your deepest glare.

He smiled. "Don't worry fair flower maiden, in time -" He pulled off the cap. "You will see that this is your true purpose."

You felt a needle plunge into your neck, before everything went dark.

Note:

Hello Everyone! This story is a lot darker than anything I've ever written. This part was about halfway done when I first started writing Snatched Part two, so I can assure you that is coming out soon as well. But boy, do I have a bad habit of trying to write one-shots and them turning into multiple parts. I'm expecting this to be about two to three parts. Hope you all enjoyed! Let me know what you think. Your comments make my day! Who do we think Namjoon is? Is there more to the curse?

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bouncybongfairy · 8 months

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Angels Like You

Loki x Fem Reader

Summary: After being pruned by the TVA, you were sent to The Void where you've lived ever since. During a storm Loki comes to your setup, seeking shelter. You allow him to stay and explain your nexus event to him.

Word Count: 2.0k

The context for this story: I based the reader's character after Sigyn who is the goddess of victory. In Norse Mythology, Sigyn is Loki's wife and is known for being extremely loyal. In Loki the mythical god's actual lore, after he kills the god Baldr he is banished to a cave where he is bound to rocks as a poisonous serpent drips venom onto his face until Ragnarok. Sigyn is so faithful she stays with Loki in this cave and holds a bowl above Loki's head to protect him from the venom. I based the reader's actions and relationship on the lore of Sigyn and Loki's romance if that makes sense; Thanks for reading!!

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You were sent to the void so long ago that it’s hard to remember what life was like beforehand. It was such a beautiful life, living on Asgard with your mother and sisters. Mother was a baker and made everything from sweet to savory and your father was a butcher. They were in love and always were, newlyweds by the time they were only 17. Everyone in the family helped out with the bakery, one of your favorite things to do was teach your younger sisters how to make different pastries. Taking care of the animals and interacting with so many locals. You threw another stick in the fire, trying to shake your head of all the memories. Your handmade shelter was holding up nicely from the storm currently roaring around you. While you were scavenging recently you found a mini DVD player among a bunch of rubbage. It had the movie Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones which you’ve been watching on repeat ever since. It was comforting to you, especially because of how much the background looks like Asgard during certain points of the film. You had your legs kicked up, eating an unknown form of fruit that you picked earlier when you heard rummaging. You slowly start to get up not wanting to alert the potential threat. Arming yourself with your daggers, you get closer to the entrance of the shelter. Throwing the wooden door open you step in front of it. Unsurprisingly, a Loki stood in front of you smiling as if he was coming to ask for a cup of sugar. Instead of focusing on who was standing before the doorway, you whip your body around. The Loki that you saw was an illusion created to distract you, every single Loki you encountered did this so you were very familiar with this technique. You pressed the blade into his neck, causing him to raise his hands in defeat.

“How did you get my blades?” he asked, looking quite taken back.

“These are mine, not yours,” you replied flatly.

“How did you know I was coming,” he asked, most likely to stall.

“Because all Loki’s think they're clever by doing so, it’s like your party trick at this point. What is your business here?” you asked.

“Is that an Asgardian accent I recognize?” he said, dodging your question.

“What. Is. Your. Purpose. Here?” you ask, backing him against the wall and pressing the blade against his neck so hard that you caused a small scratch on his throat.

“Okay, cards on the table. I only came here looking for shelter from the storm. Truly had no ill intentions, could you please..?” he asked, insinuating for you to unarm yourself. You did pull the dagger away from his neck but kept them in each hand.

“I don’t believe you,” you said.

“Like I haven’t heard that one before,” he said, sitting down and putting his hands in front of the fire, “you know you’re incredibly uncharismatic for a Loki,” he said, using magic to dry his clothes.

“I am not a Loki, and I never said you could stay here,” you said.

“Okay if you’re not a Loki then why do you have those daggers?” he asked.

“They belonged to a Loki and now they belong to me; end of story,” you said.

“Wasn’t aware it was pawning for a storytime,” he said giggling.

“Do you want to die,” you said, moving closer.

“You think you can kill me?” he asked.

“Me being able to kill you is irrelevant. I know I can keep you out of my hut, and I know that storm will have its way with you,” you said.

“Fair enough,” he said, putting his hands up playfully to surrender.

“Why are you wearing a TVA jacket?” you asked.

“I am a bit of a consultant, helping them with an inside look into the mind of a Loki,” he said.

After physically showing your disgust for his loyalty to the TVA through facial expressions. You started roasting a chicken over the fire that was in the center of the shelter. Loki again began to pry about the origins of your accent. You ignored his inquiries and turned the roasted chicken that was cooking above the fire. He was eyeing the food like a lion would a gazelle.

“I thought you worked for the TVA? Don’t tell me your wonderful new friends aren't feeding you,” you said flatly.

“Well you know sometimes missions go… askew if you will,” he chuckled then conjured himself a blanket.

“The TVA discarding lives at will? Can’t say I’m surprised,” you said.

“And what about you? Clearly, you're Asgardian so what was your nexus event?” he asked.

“I lived in the villages of Asgard, my family and I lived comfortably. My mother and father ran a foodery. They were given the opportunity to work in the castle’s pantry. Without a second thought, they took the opportunity, especially because it meant proper education for my sisters and me. We were shocked to see the interior of the castle. I couldn’t stop laughing because of how mesmerized I was,” you said, turning the chicken again, “as my sister and I lost our minds, the queen came around the corner. My mother was so upset that she saw me acting foolish, she pinched my forearm so hard it bruised. She took us to our separate rooms before showing my parents around. I didn’t want to be in separate rooms, in our old home, the room we shared was so small and the sudden change was jarring. Once I was alone in my room I broke down into tears, I was only 13 and it was all so overwhelming.” You moved the chicken away from the fire onto a makeshift table. Ripping one of the legs off and setting it on a chipped plate. Loki thanked you before you even handed it to him. After taking a few bites, he stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

“The next day things were getting easier. I came out of my room and saw a snake slithering outside my door. I picked it up and began talking to it, saying things like ‘If someone else would have found you, they’d make you lunch’ or ‘let's get you out of here before you’re killed’ but after I set it free, Loki shapeshifted out of his snake form. The first thing I noticed were his eyes, they were so bright and his pupils were wide.

“I was uh- trying to scare you but when you picked me up I had to wait till you set me down to shapeshift back,” he explained.

“Why would I be scared of a creature that is simply existing?” you asked.

“You have a point there,” he said laughing, which caused you to join him.

“After that encounter, it was like we couldn’t stop bumping into each other. Everywhere you went, he'd always end up stopping by even just to share a quick glance with each other. Eventually, things got more serious, and we’d both sneak out to meet each other in the library. Loki loved the library, he explained that when he was to rule Asgard, he’d make his soldiers study basic battle strategy and geography to ensure his glorious purpose wasn’t to be wasted. I always loved romance novels which irritated him beyond no end. One that you remember was about a young king named Angus who was turned to stone by Medusa. His queen Rose was wrapped in his arms when turned, he was protecting her. He thought if he shielded the queen from the serpent's view and it did. The queen could have escaped but she would’ve needed to shatter her king’s stoned body. He was gripping her so tightly that the stone was rubbing her skin raw, but she was so touched that in his last moments, he wanted to be as close as he could to her. The love she had for him was so strong that she couldn’t bring herself to it. So she died in his arms. Aphrodite was so moved by the queen's sacrifice that she turned her body into a rose bush with thorns that completely wrapped around him. To protect his stoned body so she could be with him forever. Loki would poke up and talk about how no king would ever do that. Even if he was right, it didn’t stop you from reading them obsessively.

The night before my 14th birthday, Loki appeared at my window wanting to talk.”

Flash Back:

“I have something to show you,” he said, taking you by the hand and helping you climb down from your window.

When you got to the bottom, there was a black horse that Loki helped you on. You were scared of getting in trouble but he insisted that nobody would notice. This is when you knew feelings were starting to develop, at least on your end. At first, you were scared to fully wrap your arms around him. He reached behind him and pulled you by your arms closer to him. You now had your cheek pressed against his back, watching his long black hair bounce as the horse galloped. You guys were getting deeper and deeper into the forest, starting to see more animals and thicker trees. When you guys finally stopped, it was starting to rain quite hard. He grabbed you by the waist and helped you down from the huge stallion. Taking you by the hand he began leading you to a cave that was nearby. At first, you were reluctant to go into this dark and foreign entryway. Loki dried your clothes and conjured a lantern. When he lit the cave up with light from the lantern you couldn’t believe your eyes. The cave had rose vines on every section of the wall. Your hand immediately threw your hand over your mouth.

“Like in that book you love, when I found it I knew I had to show you. I know it’s not much-” you interrupted him by pulling him into a hug.

“This is amazing, thank you for bringing me here to see this,” you said.

“I actually didn’t bring you here only to see it,” he said, pulling the book out of his saddle bag.

The cave’s floor was covered in long grass, which made it very comfortable when sitting on the ground. Loki’s back was pressed against a portion of the wall that he cleared of vines and thorns. You were your back against Loki’s chest as you read aloud to the book. You kept stuttering over words at first, being distracted and flustered. Eventually, you settled and were able to read fluently through the story. You guys stayed there until it began to rise, and right before you parted ways to separate bedrooms you shared a chaste kiss. Ever since that night, you knew Loki was the love of your life. The connection that was growing was strong and undeniable. It remained that way even after time aged the two of you. By the time you guys were 18 the love between the two of you was still as fresh as the roses in the cave. A wedding was being planned and the energy in the air was euphoric. Both of your families were healthy, the kingdom was thriving and you loved each other. Long story short: Baldr invaded Asgard. Loki killed him and saved so many people's lives yet he was punished. Banished to the very cave where your love blossomed in, only now the roses were all dead, yet the thorns remained. When you saw him, he was passed out from the pain. A serpent was suspended above his head, dripping its toxic venom onto his skin. You refused to leave his side, at first he would scream for you to leave. Not wanting your mind to be poisoned by the pain of seeing him so weak. You comforted him and held his head with one hand and used the other to hold out a bowl, catching the venom. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but one day you couldn’t stand the thought of living this way. For your love to be punished for doing what he believed to be right by his people. You noticed Loki still had his two daggers tucked into his pant-line. Knowing you would have to be quick, you emptied the bowl of venom and quickly grabbed his daggers. Using your own head to cover Loki’s body from the venom you start attacking the snake. After severing its head, you passed out from how bad the venom burned your skin. When you woke up Loki was already causing Ragnarok, he had so much pent-up rage. The timekeepers found me and when I was at the TVA pleading for answers, they told me certain events on my timeline needed to play out before Loki was released. Because you were the one who released him, they blamed it on you.

End of Flashback

The Loki you’d just met was looking at you with a pitiful expression. You noticed he picked his chicken clean which made you chuckle.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said.

“Not your fault,” you said.

“I know but, that’s one of the most heinous stories about survivors of the TVA,” he said.

“I’m glad you liked the chicken. I’m going to bed,” you said, setting your cot up.

“Is it okay if I stay?” Loki asked.

“If you stop asking questions then yes,” you said, extinguishing the fire and going to sleep.

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vagabond-umlaut · 2 months

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synchronise 3.0

On one end of the line, you've sunny days, mild breezes and not one thing to worry over. On the other end, there are only moonless nights, foul gales and one too many decisions– made and unmade– to repent for. And in the middle of this line segment, is you—

The only means by which the scales can be re-balanced. The equilibrium lost can be re-discovered. The wheels of life thrown off-kilter can be re-synchronised.

[Long story short: Time can be a funny little bitch— Good thing, you know how to be funnier than time itself!]

gojo satoru x fem!reader; canon divergence; time travel fix-it; no warnings except the characters themselves featuring here; note [dw- this will make sense later on]: Asia is the largest continent on earth, while Europe is the second-smallest continent; reader has two brothers [js mentioned here]

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chapter three: T-Junction (Ⅰ)

Siblings... are complicated.

You don't really hate them, no. Not at all, honestly speaking.

Your two brothers mean the world to you— okay, maybe not the world. But they do mean a continent to you each. Maybe not Asia... maybe Europe... yeah, Europe sounds apt enough— Anyway, the point is: you love your brothers very much and are willing to punch anyone if that's what makes them happy. Still, you can't help but see siblings as somewhat complicated...

Which is why, your reckon, you feel so conflicted on seeing your probable-sister.

Are you happy? Yes. Of course. You finally have a sister, after all.

But are you really, truly happy?

... No, you aren't.

You're upset, your parents' affection for their kids will now be divided into four instead of three. You're upset, your parents have been hiding such information for so long. You're upset, this woman's abrupt appearance is bound to wreck havoc, in your already far too chaotic world.

You're upset, you're hurt, you're mad—

"I'm not the long-lost sister you might be thinking I am— I'm you, from the future."

You know you should be confused. You should be skeptical, you know this too. You should ask for proof– For all you know, she might be a con artist perfect at impersonation– It's really, really imperative for you to ask her for some form of proof, before engaging in any further interaction...

Yet all you do is take a small step forwards, so as to regard your alleged future self more keenly.

Only to take a step back, a shocked gasp barely stifled on realising– recognising– her presence entirely...

"You're really me," you murmur, voice far too low despite there being no one here to eavesdrop on you or 'the other you'. The latter's lips quirk up in a faint ghost of a smile. "You're much easier to convince than I thought you would be... It's not good to be this believing, y'know. Life won't go easy on you."

Perhaps, it won't. Perhaps, it will. But:

"Life hasn't gone too easy on you either, has it?" The question slips past you into the suffocating staleness of the alleyway... Not that you ever made any effort to stop it whatsoever, however. The smile shot at you fades into something raw, something visibly wounded— Should you care?

No. Maybe you should, but you won't.

You... simply don't want to.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, you fold your arms across your chest and continue, "You look like absolute shit— Has anyone told you this yet, lady? Well, I'm telling you now: You Do," the words leave you in a sneer, allowing her no space to answer the ask. The latter was rhetoric anyway. "Your hair looks off, your face looks off, even your clothes— Goodness!" you let out a gasp, following it with harsh chuckles. Totally ignoring the flinch you receive in response.

"Did you come straight from a funeral, eh? And please don't even get me started on your cursed energy— mine is so fucking bright, so fucking powerful, people find themselves struggling to to breathe if I ever let the entire potential of mine loose! But yours? Heh," you scoff, smirking at her distressed features, "I know you're me but yours is nothing but a disgrace to mine: dull, weak, broken and fractured—"

CRASH!!!

The thunderous noise cuts you off from speaking.

And you whirl round, eyes the shape of saucers and your heart in your thraot, to find hell-like chaos unfolding in the china shop across the road: the owners screaming, the customers screaming, people pushing and shoving each other in their hurry to run out the cramped shop...

One they definitely believe to be haunted, from the way everything in there is now smashed to pieces...

Your older self is wearing a very stupid, very sheepish smile when you turn back around. She awkwardly scratches her neck then runs a hand through her hair, before sending you a crooked little grin this time.

"Sorry, uh. Silly emotions got the better of me, huh," she says, as if she did not just level a shop full of expensive crockery to the ground. The place is literally reeking of her– no, your– no, her!– cursed energy. So blinding, so intense, you wonder how the people in there escaped from their organs being crushed by the sheer force of it...

"Anyway," A carefree hum drags you away from your racing thoughts of not-so-mild terror, "what was that you were talking 'bout again? Something related to my attire or my cursed ener–"

"Hey, no. Not at all," you don't waste even a fraction of a beat in denying. The woman's grin simmers down to a sharp shrewd tilt of her lips. "You can just forget whatever I was talking 'bout then. It's all nonsense, trust me. Nothing you got to worry about, haha."

"Okay," she agrees easily, moving to sit down on the box where Satoru and you were sitting before, waving a hand to call you over. You immediately comply with her request. Your older self regards you quietly for a couple beats before slumping back against the wall with a sigh.

You watch her look skywards before returning her focus to you.

"You must be wondering how– more importantly– why I'm here, right?"

Are you?

No, not really. You're actually wondering how on earth she got so powerful that she could cause such destruction despite the significant distance in between, without breaking into a single bead of sweat. You can't even focus enough to crush a dozen soda cans without needing a break in between.

Nevertheless, you don't let that stop you from returning an eager nod.

If the woman notes how forced it seems, she makes no mention of it, continuing, "Well, I'm not here from the future on a picnic, that's the only thing I can tell you for now... or ever, for that matter," she adds after a moment's contemplation.

"Things have gone kind of... let's say, wrong in the future. Yeah, wrong," she repeats after yet another moment's thought, "Like, really, really wrong. More like, disaster-level wrong." Her gaze falls to the purse in her hands, before lifting again to meet yours. "And I seriously need your help to make them right again, kid— considering this is the point where everything went off-track. This is the point where the two of us can ensure everything stays on the track."

"So tell me, kid," she twists to face you, desperation written all over her face— Not that you'll ever comment on it, though. Just because she is easy-going now, it doesn't mean you've to forget what happened not even ten minutes back—

"Do you wanna help me– and via that, yourself– out or not?"

A beat passes. Then another. And another.

You let your back hit the wall, biting back a defeated, already-fatigued groan...

She's acting as if you've got a goddamn choice in this godforsaken matter.

Her future is your future. So, if anything goes to hell in her future, it's doomed to go to hell in yours too. No questions asked, no conditions applied... You decide not to restrain the tinge– no, flood of your resignation in your tone this time.

"I'll help you out, okay," you concede, jumping down from the box and dusting your trousers.

The woman looks extremly delighted at your agreement— so much so that you think she might pull you into a tight hug. To avoid that, you move few steps away, and shoot a stiff smile back.

Her grin widens, if it was even possible at this point... Rising as well, she merrily ambles over to you and plucks out a terribly crumpled, terribly yellowed piece of film from her purse—

It's a family.

It's a photograph of a family—

A very cute, seemingly very happy family of three, if you're being honest.

There's the father, with a grimace-y smile and flattened black hair; and there's the mother, with an equally sweet beam and spiky black hair; then there's the kid– a teeny-tiny infant, to be specific– sucking on their thumb in their mom's arms, with the latter's spiky black hair...

You look up from the photo with a frown. "Am I supposed to find them or something?"

"Yup, you are," Your older version affirms with a hum— Before her cheeriness melts away into something far graver. And you reckon, it becomes her more than those eerie grins she was wearing before...

Clasping you by the shoulder, she bends an inch to look you in the eye. Words morphing into a mere wary whisper as she resumes:

"Then you're supposed to stop Zen'in Toji from going back to being an assassin. Kill him if you must, kid. But make sure, by hook or by crook, the world doesn't witness the return of the Sorcerer Killer."

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Broken Sword, Broken Soldier

One Shot by LazilyBeingLazzie

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The blade was planted into the ground as he knelt to the ground. He had been fighting non stop for hours now. These creatures that appeared at the doorstep of the Vanilla Kingdom was nothing he had seen before. And yet he couldn't help but feel as though his forces and allies were too far from him to even come to his aid.

Not that he would tell them to come find him yet. There was always a possibility that there were more enemies at other sections of the kingdom. If they were doing their part (and he had no doubt they were) then it was his part to fight his fight even more.

For the moment, there were no more enemies to challenge him, giving the warrior a moment to breathe. He needed his strength if he were to continue fighting.

But as he stood there, he noticed a presence behind him. Snapping back into action, Dark Cacao Cookie swung his sword around and pointed it right at the throat of a cookie he did not recognize. They were unphased by the threat that loomed over them, not even a flinch. Their pale white and yellow clothing looked graceful and holy. Garments of a priest if not mistaken. Upon their head was something that looked similar to his soul jam. Who was this?

They spoke with an echo accompanying their voice. "You are strong, young one. I had not expected you to last under such a siege alone."

Frowning at his enemy, Dark Cacao Cookie answered. "Am I to assume you are my enemy? Are you behind all this?"

"In some parts, yes. Though I do not intend to fight you."

"You should have thought about that before attacking my friends then."

The stranger hummed. "Such an interesting motive. Yet it has it's flaws."

He growled at the comment. "I will not let you get away with this!"

Swinging his sword to attack this enemy, he finds his blade interrupted from it's path by another weapon. Noticing it's dark metallic form, he follows it's trace to it's owner. A dark knight with dark violet flames in the back of it's head.

Gritting his teeth, the king knew this meant his enemy was this new warrior. With that, he pushed them back and charged at them. The knight was silent and coldly calculating his moves. Swiftly reacting to his strikes as their swords clashed and sparked.

"Why is it that you fight for such things?" The voice of the pale stranger echoed in the king's head as he continued to fight.

The distraction gave the knight an advantage to attack, striking him as it threw Dark Cacao back further away. He grumbled as he stood back up to defend himself.

"What do you gain from their safety that you cannot accomplish with protecting yourself?"

"Fighting for those I love is my strength! If I do not fight along side them, then they will crumble! And I cannot allow that!"

The knight charged at him, positioning his blade to stab him. Dark Cacao placed his sword in front of him, blocking the blow. Even with the aid of his Soul Jam, the enemy was causing his feet to slip in the dirt a little.

"Then you are a fool. For even if you were to obtain the full ability of my power, you would not be able to save them all."

The warrior yelled at his enemy as he pushed a little more. He would not listen to these atrocious lies. "THAT WILL NOT STOP ME FROM STANDING MY GROUND TO THE BITTER END, YOU VILLAINS!"

Crack!

His candy eyes widened, looking down at his sword. The knight's blade swiftly slid off the surface of the weapon, slicing into the side of his face, leaving a scar. He screamed in pain as he stumbled. Breathing heavily, he could feel his confidence faltering. He wasn't going to survive this battle. His enemy was fast and cunning. And the strength he wielded was far greater than he could ever muster.

"Believing you can making such a difference will only crumble you in the end. If you truly want to win the war, you must assure your own survival."

"Rrrrrr, NONESENSE! The Dark Cacao Kingdom does not stand with one brick alone! It takes many to build the wall that surrounds it! A soldier cannot win alone!"

"Then why are you alone?"

The knight struck from behind. The king barely dodged it as he was still trying to come up with a response. He would not falter. He cannot! He goes for a strike, only to miss as he tries to refocus on the battle ahead of him.

"Surely your warriors would know that you would need help and come to your aid. If they are as faithful as you say they are."

He goes for another strike. The knight dodges easily.

"Unless they are more concerned with the safety of the others, than of their king."

"Stop talking . . . " Blow by blow, his actions began to blur. The heat of the moment getting to him.

"Then again, can you call yourself one if they cannot do the one task they are meant to die for."

"ENOUGH!"

He suddenly felt it. A pain in his side. Falling to the ground, he could feel his armor had cracked and broken. The knight stood over him in victory. It happened so fast. Was he blacking out in rage again? He could feel his injury weakening him.

The pale cookie then floated over to him, standing next to the knight. "You are a fool. But you have much potential. I could use a strength like yours."

Dark Cacao glared at them with hatred. "I am no pawn of yours. I will destroy you before I crumble."

" . . . Very well. I gave you the chance to surrender."

A sudden moment of pain came to Dark Cacao's head. A splitting headache that he moaned over. Harsh and piercing. It was hard for him to focus. He needed to be ready to fight. He had to . . . pick up his sword . . . and fight . . . back.

There was a sinister giggling echoing in his mind. A voice he didn't recognize at first. That was, until he heard it clearly speak to him.

Dark Cacao Cookie . . . what a pathetic king you are . . .

Was this . . . the Voice of Resolution?

Do you not see . . . ? You've done nothing but failed your people . . . you will crumble . . . and all that will be left of the kingdom will be nothing but ashes . . .

"Wh-What are you . . . ?"

You were the only one standing between victory and failure . . . and you lost . . . because you were too weak . . .

No, this couldn't be the same voice. He didn't fail. No, everyone was fine! He didn't-

A sound of an explosion from afar caught his attention. It came from the other side of the kingdom. Were those from his own soldiers!? He tried to stand up, but fumbled onto his knees again.

Weak . . . pathetic . . . you spent all of your time building that stupid wall up, and yet you did nothing to building your own strength . . . that's why they abandoned you . . .

"No . . . they did no such thing . . . "

Why would they fight along side a losing battle . . . they knew how brittle you were . . . this is the result of your blindness . . .

Dark Cacao was on the ground, trying to fight the voice in his mind. The knight and pale cookies stood behind him as a third cookie appeared with them.

"I told you I could handle this myself, Shadow Milk Cookie," said the pale cookie.

"Awwww~! You're just jealous that I got to him first before you, Mystic Flour Cookie," said the new cookie, colored in blue and dressed like a clown.

"Just keep him occupied," state Mystic Flour, "I shall ensure he will remain in deep slumber."

Behind the pale cookie, a soft glowing light appeared. It shined on Dark Cacao as he knelt to the floor in pain. He was feeling weaker and weaker by the second. The pain in his mind growing worse.

They will not come for you . . . They will not look for you . . .

He didn't want to believe the words. They were nothing but lies . . . lies that . . . were making sense for a moment. Would they search for him? Are they even alive? Are they safe?

Why should that matter . . . You can barely stand yourself . . .

The voice was right . . . he wasn't going to make it. Not if he tried to find them. The enemy had him cornered and nearly broken. If he was stronger . . .

Yes, yes . . . You can be stronger . . . But they will hold you back . . .

He thought of the Dark Cacao Warriors. Caramel Arrow Cookie. Crunchy Chip Cookie. Their names were coming to him. But when he thought of them . . . he felt . . . nothing.

His very emotions were growing dimmer and dimmer. His anger was cooling down. His determination withered. Losing what he believed was his motivations, he couldn't help but find himself staring into nothingness as he searched for anything at all.

But there was nothing.

Mystic Flour reached for the shoulder of the warrior, who remained still and silent. "You do not care for the cookies anymore, do you?"

The king looked ahead of him. "No . . . "

"Do you have a reason to fight?"

" . . . No . . . "

"Then what is it you want?"

" . . . I want . . . to be stronger . . . "

He's wanted that before. But it didn't seem to have that same vigor as it did before. But it was all he knew at that point. If he were to do anything, it was to get stronger. For what? He wasn't even sure what it was at that moment. He felt nothing.

"Then let me show you the true strength of my power."

Turning to Mystic Flour, the Dark Cacao King looked at them with an empty gaze. As the three cookies were drifting away, he helplessly followed. The pain was gone. The passion was gone.

All that was left was nothing.

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magnetothemagnificent · 1 year

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Sorry if this is an inappropriate or rude question, you don’t have to answer.

I’ve been dealing with internalised negative feelings about religion, due to being raised by very Christian family, when I’ve never believed what they said. It made me think that religion is an awful thing, a cult by sorts.

A few years back, I made a friend who is Jewish and he’s really cool and I respect him a lot. I also am trying my hardest to respect that he is religious but I can’t help that voice in my head, saying he’s corrupted. I don’t think I believe it anymore but I kind of want to ask, a reassurance I guess, what your views are in religion as a whole? Why do you believe it’s good?

First of all, it is not marginalized people's jobs to prove to why they deserve humanity. If you had asked any other Jew this question, they would have every right to ignore this quesiton and/or call you out on it.

However, I do put myself out there and try to educate people, so I'll answer your question.

Religion is part of human culture and history. For as long as humans have been humans, we've always had symbolic representation, taboos, and imagination. Paleolithic humans burying their dead with body paint and bead ornamentation- that's an example of spiritual belief. To be human is to be illogical, superstitious, and imaginative. Even other animals can sometimes act according to superstition or seemingly illogical motives. Humans are incredibley intelligent, and with our intelligence comes questions we cannot answer and fears we cannot explain. Where are we from? What is death? Where are we going? What is our purpose? These are all answers we seek, and having a religious belief set can help answer these questions. Religion is just a world view in the same way Western science is a world view, and they're not incompatible with each other. Many scientists are religious, I myself am a student of science and am religious.

Religion has brought people together for all of human history- it allows the sharing of ideas and resources. Harvest festivals, weddings, coming-of-age ceremonies, funerals, all these religious events serve to reinforce the bonds in a community. A relationship must be maintained and reinforced, or it becomes stagnant. Having a shared spiritual belief system and coming together for ceremonies reignites communal bonds. Religion also allows for a community to have a shared moral system. While religion isn't necessary for morality, it definately helps define the values and morals of a person and community. If a community can come together and agree on a system of values, then there's less potential for violence due to incompatible values. Religion is a social contract. Religion is also a comfort, and can help with the immense wait of loneliness we face. If the trees and water have spirits, then you are not alone. If your loved one goes to an afterlife after death, then they are not alone.

Religion has as much potential for harm as any world view. Just as there have been countless atrocities committed in the name of religion, so too have there been countless atrocities committted in the name of science. Does that mean we should just toss out all of science? No. In the same way we shouldn't get rid of religion.

Additionally, "Religion" isn't a monolith. It's not one world view, but a category of world views. There are many forms of religion and each religion is different. Monotheism, polytheism, animism, ancestor veneration, etc- these are all different kinds of religion that can overlap with eachother too. A bad experience with one religion doesn't define all religions. With all due respect, your experience is anecdotal, and you can't apply your singular lived experience to every since religion in the world.

And for Jews, our religious identity is deeply important to us. We've been persecuted for thousands of years for our identities, and we've miraculously not disappeared from the face of the earth. You don't have to understand why your friend is religious, but you need to unpack why you think he's corrupted and why you think you have the right to apply your experience with religion to every religious person. The fact that you were raised Christian might be another contributing factor to your bias towards your friend- antisemitism is often deeply ingrained in aspects of Christianity.

#religion #anthropology #culture #human history #human behaviour #animal behavior #superstition #human condition #cultural anthropology #antisemitism

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[2024.04.25] S-style May issue - featuring the Miyagi performance of "Yuzuru Hanyu ICE STORY 2nd "RE_PRAY" TOUR"

Approximately 5,800 fans gathered on the first day of the additional performance in Miyagi, which was held on April 7th, 2024. We will deliver footage of this performance, which was only allowed to be covered by media connected to Miyagi, along with new photo shots.

Photo: Kiyoshi Sakamoto Text: S-Style Editorial Department

After turning professional, Yuzuru Hanyu has been able to perform solo figure skating performances in an unprecedented form called ‘ICE SOTRY’. Following the first series “GIFT”, the work “RE_PRAY” is based on the theme of games that he loves. The world of games that can be played over and over again, and a life that we can only live once. It is a work that expresses both worlds while also filled with prayers for the people living today.

Held in Saitama, Saga and Yokohama, Miyagi was suddenly decided as an additional performance. Many fans came from all over Japan and around the world to see Mr. Hanyu’s event in his hometown.

After skating 9 programs, before the encore, he addressed the fans in the venue and said, “I’m sure there are some people who can only come today, I want them to see me do my best with all my heart and soul, so I gave it my all”. He joked, “I’m suffering from hay fever. Why don’t you change your nose with me (laughs)?”, stirring up excitement in the audience, before adding, “If you have a flag, please wave it. I also want to cherish the banners that you all showed me. Thank you so much for all the handmade goods that you all made,” he said, expressing gratitude for the fans who have supported him over the years. After the performance, which lasted about two and a half hours including the encore, he spoke to the media about his work and feelings for the local area.

Yuzuru Hanyu Q&A full text released

After the performance, local media gathered for an interview. We will publish the full text.

--Thank you for your hard work.

Hanyu: Thank you.

--How did you feel after skating on the first day of your special solo performance in Sendai?

Hanyu: I’d say it’s a bit like a competition, it gave me a lot of confidence to see that the hard work I put in produced good results. After all, I always think that in order to say to myself, “I did my best”, there has to be a result, otherwise it is just an “intention”. I feel like today I can finally say that I worked really hard, rather than just feeling tired all the time. However, it’s only the first day, so yes, I’m going to recover and train well tomorrow, and I’m going to do my best to stay focused for the day after tomorrow (the final performance).

--Is that hard work referring to the second half of Part 1? From the flow of the 6-minutes rehearsal, I think that “The Messenger of Ruin” had a wonderful performance that surpassed even Yokohama. What do you think?

Hanyu: Well, (in a whisper), “Alright! Yes!” I said that in the backstage for a while (laughs). But really, the reason why I am able to do my best and practice every day even more than competition is because I want to somehow show everyone a good performance, and I want to show something better every time. It makes me want to get better and perform in a way that makes people feel impressed, and I’m really happy that people have that kind of expectation for me and that they support me in that way.

-The second part is filled with prayers, and the other day there was a big earthquake in Taiwan. I believe that 13 years ago, when this city was suffering, Taiwan was a great source of strength. I wondered if the thoughts you put into Part 2 could reach Taiwan and provide a little boost. Mr. Hanyu, what kind of thoughts did you put into it?

-Hanyu: First of all, when I saw the news about Taiwan, it really hurt my heart. I’m sure there are many people who were affected by the disaster and are still suffering. I don’t know what to say to those people. However, as I am doing this and performing in this special place, this may just be selfish thinking, or self-satisfied, but I hope that even just a little prayer could reach them. In addition, various disasters such as the Great East Japan Earthquake and the Noto earthquake, have occurred or are occurring both in Japan and around the world, in fact, even in places like New York, there are days when I feel a little scared. I skated with the hope that it would cleanse the Earth of some kind of distortion of whatever you call it, even a little bit.

--The day after tomorrow, this ICE STORY “RE_PRAY” will come to an end. How would you like it to end?

Hanyu: I will skate with all my heart and soul again. It’s a very special performance for me because it’s in my hometown, and I think this “RE_PRAY” is also different for those who have come to experience it while getting a feel for my hometown. Including all circumstances, I would like to do my best to turn everything into strength, so that everyone can watch “RE_PRAY” that is unique to this Sendai performance.

--For today’s performance, I think in the first part, “The Messenger of Ruin” got the audience excited because of no mistakes, but even in “RE_PRAY”, it feels like it’s one of the few times you made no mistakes in that part.

Hanyu: It was probably the best performance so far. I think I was able to land all the jumps with almost no flaws anywhere. To be honest, I feel glad that I worked hard now.

--I think you said, “Because it’s Miyagi, you want to show better performance”. In that respect, what does the success of “Messenger of Ruin” means to you?

Hanyu: After all, in the first part of the story, the characters in the story feel pain and suffering that they can’t fight back against. And following that scenario, I was just swallowed up by the pain. In a sense, it’s my experience of the earthquake, or something like that, where you really can’t do anything about it on your own. As I look back on it now, I think that this story was born from my own experiences. That’s why I not only wanted to express my strong desire to fight against that pain in my hometown, but also to stand up to it and overcome that wall. It is precisely because of that the prayer theme in the second part was possible, I felt like the prayers would reach me too. Really, I put my all into it, and I think I was able to perform it.

--There was talk that this additional performance was decided on short notice, but was it Mr. Hanyu’s underlying desire to allow everyone to see him at his peak as a professional athlete in his hometown? Could you please tell us more?

Hanyu: I’m still not quite at my peak. However, as a professional, while exploring and creating a new form of skating called “ICE STORY”, I had a strong desire to skate in my hometown. Well, I’ve heard that people from all over the world actually came, and this time we even had people coming from Taiwan. The fact that people from all over the world came to my hometown, I felt like I couldn’t be happier if my show was the reason for that, so I really wanted to do it in Sendai and Miyagi.

--The whole show was so amazing that I don’t even know how to describe it, but after seeing something this amazing, I couldn’t help but wonder what would Mr. Hanyu’s next professional ambitions be.

Hanyu: “Hey, what are you going to do?” (laughs). I’m at a loss too. However, as long as everyone has expectations for me, I want to study harder, work harder, and show something good, and I believe that I am still in the process of evolving. So, I will continue to work hard, turn various experiences into strength, and also turn your support into strength as I move forward.

--What were the things you were conscious of, or find important specifically because it was in your hometown Miyagi?

Hanyu: This may be a bit dark, but in Part 2 there is a program called “Requiem for Heaven and Earth”. The music was written and performed by a composer named Yasunobu Matsuo as a requiem for the earthquake disaster. I wonder what it really means to be able to perform that song at this venue. Hmm, there are so many different feelings that I can’t quite express in words. However, I hope that my prayers would reach both in the heavens and on the earth. In fact, 13 years have passed since then, and some people may think it’s inevitable and have moved forward, and I have actually met them and heard their stories. But, after all, I know that there are also people still living with various conflicts, feeling inconvenienced with what they went through. Today I skated, while thinking that I would like to offer prayers in whatever way I can for all the various people.

--What about returning to competition?

Hanyu: (sounds like a cover-up) Not really (laughs). To be honest, yes, I’ve been practicing far more than I did for the Olympics. Looking back now, I feel like I could have practiced more for the Olympics. But I think it’s because of this solo performance that I’m able to work hard and practice like this, and I think I’m working hard because I want to become even stronger. I can proudly say that I am definitely better than ever.

--There is still the final performance on the 9th (note: the interview took place on the 7th), but Mr. Hanyu himself has talked about new influences and areas where you felt you have grown, things you have discovered, and what you have learned from the programs. Is there anything that left the most impression on you?

Hanyu: Well, um... the first program of Part 1 and the first program of Part 2, “Itsuka Owaru Yume”, are almost the same in structure and choreography. And the songs are the same, just the arrangement is slightly different. The costumes have changed and the lighting has changed, so I also skated with a different feeling. But after watching the first part, when you watched the same program again, I was thinking, “I wonder how everyone will feel. I’m sure it will feel different”, so I chose this composition because I wanted to convey that feeling, or rather, I wanted people to feel in that way. In that sense, the meaning of this program, apart from the feelings I want to convey, I also realised it is important to consider how others may feel depending on their backgrounds and experiences. Through “RE_PRAY”, I’ve come to cherish this aspect as part of its evolution.

--Thank you very much.

Hanyu: Thank you very much.

(warm applause from reporters)

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Whimsey! This event sounds like so much fun! ♥3♥ Can I please request Prompt 3 “We should probably leave before we start a scandal.” + IkePri Clavis?

Oh, my 2nd Clavis smut fic! This was definitely fun to write and I truly hope I did him justice here (my other Clavis fics were crack fics, so whole new side of Clavis to write here haha). I hope you enjoy @venulus and thank you for trusting me with him!

Smut Is In the Air Event

Suitor ikepri Clavis

Prompt: "We should probably leave before we start a scandal."

NSFW 18+ content

A Scandalous Evening

No matter how many times I attended these balls, there was no getting used to them. Since becoming Belle, choosing the next king, and falling in love, my life had changed quite dramatically. And even though my duties as Belle were through and we had a new king… I still remained a fixture of palace life.

While I was Belle, I had attended my fair share of balls…under a cover story. The story was that I was a daughter of a distant noble, visiting the palace and studying under Sariel. Though no one seemed to believe this story. Rumors circulated the kingdom about my true identity. No one guessed I was Belle.

No, everyone thought I was a foreign noble or princess, brought in as a potential bride for either Prince Chevalier or Prince Leon (as they had always been the front runners to become king) to form an alliance. These rumors would make sense in all honesty. Especially since I now remained in the palace even after making my choice. And I am engaged to one of the princes. Not to form any kind of alliance as I am a commoner.

No, I had fallen in love. And not either of the princes the nobles thought I was destined for. No… I had to fall for the most infuriating and frustrating, yet kindest of all the princes. Clavis. Though our engagement wasn’t officially announced yet. There were too many moving pieces to work through still, so soon after our new king had been instated.

“What are you doing over here, being a lovely wallflower?” Clavis asked, coming up to me from behind.

I jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. “Why must you always do that?”

Clavis just grinned at me. “Because you look oh so adorable when surprised.” He answered. He was then holding out his hand to me. “Come, let me take my lovely lover out on the dance floor.”

I sighed, but smiled as I placed my hand in his, allowing Clavis to pull me out onto the dancefloor.

Clavis placed a chaste kiss upon my hand before easily pulling me into the dance. My hand remained in his as my other went to his shoulder and his free hand came to rest on my waist. I followed his lead as we moved in time with the music.

“You look especially stunning tonight, dear little bunny.” Clavis told me.

I smiled, my cheeks reddening at his compliment and the way he was looking at me. When Clavis looked at me, I never had any doubts of his feelings for me. “And you look exceptionally handsome tonight.”

“Oooh, and a compliment. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a good night.” Clavis replied, grinning at me.

We moved through the steps of the dance, Clavis leading me through each of the steps and even dipping me back a couple of times and throwing in a couple of spins. I was honestly having a wonderful time. When I was with Clavis, it was easy to forget that we were surrounded by so many others.

Clavis dipped me back once again, his face inches from mine. “You’ve no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.” He murmured to me, before pulling me back up to a standing position.

I felt my cheeks flushing even as my heart picked up its pace. However I didn’t look away from Clavis. “What would you say if I said I wanted the same thing?”

Clavis pulled my hand to his lips, placing a rather sensual kiss on the back, his eyes still on mine. “Then we should sneak away.”

Clavis was then leading me away from the dancefloor and the prying eyes of the crowd. We soon found ourselves in a secluded hallway, Clavis pushed me up against the wall, his lips hungrily descended upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms came to my waist, our bodies flush against each other.

I could feel my body temperature rising as our kiss intensified. Clavis’s tongue traced the line of my lips before diving inside to tangle with my own. Clavis’s hands began to trail over my curves through my dress.

“Mmm…Clavis…” I murmured between kisses.

Clavis began to trail kisses down the side of my neck. “You look so beautiful in this dress.” He murmured in my ear. “I especially love this slit.” His fingers were trailing to the rather high slit in my dress, teasing my upper thigh.

“Mmm…C-Clavis…we have to…be careful…we aren’t…that far…from the ballroom…” I gasped out, my skin tingling pleasantly from his touch and kisses.

“Hmm…you do have a point.” Clavis replied, grinning at me. “We should probably leave before we start a scandal.” He then playfully nipped at my ear.

I let out a gasp. “Won’t we…be missed?”

Clavis grinned and took my hand in his. “Come now, little bunny.” He said, gently tugging on my hand and leading me away. We soon arrived at his room.

Once we had crossed the threshold, Clavis closed and locked the door behind us before scooping me up into his arms. “Now I am free to love on my lovely lover all I want.” Clavis said grinning at me. “As you are free to love on me in return.”

I shook my head even as I was smiling and wrapping my arms around this ridiculous man. “Then we’d better get started.”

Clavis carried me over to the bed, laying me down before climbing over me. He captured my lips in a heated kiss once more, his tongue diving into my mouth to twist and tangle with mine. His hands moved over my curves, his warmth penetrating my cloths and soaking into my skin.

Our bodies pressed close as our kiss continued to deepen and our passion grew. Clavis’s expert hands continued to work me into a frenzy. “Mmm…Cl-Clavis…” I half moaned, half whined, as I reached to start undoing his copious amount of belts.

Clavis chuckled as he began to kiss down the side of my neck. “What an eager little bunny you are tonight.” He murmured into my ear before playfully nipping at the lobe.

“Ahg…I…I just want…to feel you…I want your skin on mine already…” I confessed. It was honestly maddening how much I wanted him.

Clavis pulled back to look at me, his cheeks slightly tinged pink. “Well, who am I to refuse such a request from my lovely lover?” He replied, reaching his hands to undo the buttons down the back of my dress.

I reached my hands to undo his tie before going for the buttons of his shirt. I had his top half bare by the time he reached my corset. He deftly unlaced my corset as I struggled to undo his belts. “Dammit, Clavis…why must you wear so many belts? They’re in my way.”

Clavis chuckled as he leaned down to spread kisses over my heated flesh. “I love seeing you want me so.” He said, kissing down my chest and stomach, his hands trailing up my thighs to remove my garters and stockings. He moved his lips further down the front of my body before going to my thighs, spreading kisses over my legs as he removed the stockings.

“Mmm…Clavis…”

“You really do have the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever seen.” He said, looking up at me from between them, that devilish gleam in his eyes. His tongue slipped out to lick up the inside of my thigh.

“Clavis, will you just…”

Before I could finish my question, Clavis’s lips were on my core, his devilish tongue slipping out to taste me. That skillful tongue twisted and turned, lapping and flicking against the sensitive bud.

“Ahn! Clavis…” I moaned as the thrills of pleasure shot straight to my core. My hips bucked against his face as my fingers fisted in his gorgeous soft locks. “Yes…k-keep…just l-l-like…THAT!”

Clavis happily continued to devour me like I was a five course meal, the pleasure wracking my body, that coil in my belly winding tighter and tighter. As he continued, he soon slid two fingers inside my entrance, pumping and curling them in time with the movements of his tongue against that pleasure pearl.

I was soon crying out as stars danced behind my eyes. My thighs tightened around Clavis’s head before trembling as my release barreled through me. “Clavis!”

Clavis continued his ministrations, drawing out my orgasm and lapping up every drop of my release. Slowly he removed his lips and fingers from my core. He gave me the most seductive look as he brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Eyes gleaming and lips grinning.

“I hope you know, that was just the first course.” He said. “I want more.”

I was panting and gasping as I came down from my pleasure high. His words and action were already igniting a fire within me. “Me…too…”

Clavis grinned, reaching down to undo his belts and sliding out of his pants. My body moved on its own, my arms and legs opening for him, allowing him to perfectly position himself. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace as he slid himself inside me. “I plan to love on you all night.”

I smiled up at him. “Good because I don’t want to let go of you for a single second.”

Our lips met in a loving and passionate kiss as we began moving together. Our night was only just beginning.

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thenovelartist · 1 year

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Ikemen Prince boys as fathers - Yves, Chevalier, Leon

I've done the twins, and Jin, Luke, & Clavis. As previously mentioned, I am finally getting around to the last three princes.

(At which point, I'll do Sariel and Rio together when Rio's route is released... hopefully soon. I am prepared to blow all saved resources on that dog—er... man. XD )

Yves

When Yves discovers Emma is pregnant, he has very mixed feelings.

Yes, he’s excited and overwhelmed, which is why he’s misty eyed (not teary-eyed, he insists, thank you VERY much!) when Emma tells him.

But this soon devolves into many darker fears.

Fear number one: he is half Obsidian and fell in love with a commoner. Meaning his child will be quarter royalty, quarter foreign royalty that is still hated by most of Rhodolite, and half commoner. (they may have given her a cover story, but that was the truth of it.)

His child is going to have more societal shackles than he did. And Yves is so angry at himself because there is nothing he can do for his child to protect them from that.

Meaning he has to work even harder to prove himself among those who still doubt him and learn how to protect his child from this unfair hardship best he can.

Emma knows her husband, so she catches on to this upon watching Yves overwork himself more regularly. She's the one having to take care of him throughout her pregnancy to make sure he's not working himself to death.

Which makes him feel more guilty. He should be caring for her, not the other way around!

But she's always there to reassure him that she loves him no matter what.

Fear number two: his mother passed when he was born.

He is terrified that something might go wrong and he'll lose the love of his life.

You better believe he’s got an eye on Emma ALWAYS.

So many doctors appointments to ensure she’s healthy.

She has to pick her battles with this fickle cat, and this is not one worth the fight. She deals with them, allowing doctors to carefully monitor her progress. If it calms her husband down, she'll relent.

Besides, she knows this is his way of showing how deeply he loves her. Which makes them easier to bear.

There was a time where she accidentally gave him a heart attack when the baby kicked out suddenly.

She gasped, clutching at her belly, and Yves went about as white a sheet in panic.

The fact the baby was just moving did not settle him down at all.

He proceeded to stalk her like a cat the rest of the day. Emma warns the baby never to scare daddy like that again.

In general, Yves escorts her around everywhere to protect her from Clavis's traps.

With his luck, he will trigger any trap before Emma gets the chance to walk into it.

Emma understands where her husband is coming from, and she won’t judge him for being a little over protective. It’s just him being sweet.

Speaking of sweets…

Whatever Emma is craving, he drops everything to make for her.

Although, he is frequently torn between making her whatever she wants and the knowledge that a healthy diet is best for pregnant women.

But he’s too weak and ends up making her anything she wants anyway. The way he limits her sweet intake is portioning out what he makes for her and then giving the rest to the domestic faction.

Seeing as they are getting more sweets than normal out of the deal, they all dote on Emma, who is the reason for their sugar fix.

When she goes into labor, Yves is a mess.

He is pacing the castle so intensely that people would swear they could see a cat's tail agitatedly swishing around behind him.

No one could hold a conversation with him; he is in fine form (AKA, his tongue is sharper than usual.)

Even Licht stays away knowing Yves is inconsolable.

When he's informed that he's allowed in the room, he need not be told twice. He's already running.

When he bursts into the room, the first thing he has to do is check over Emma and make sure she's okay.

Although exhausted, she's smiling as she assures him she's fine.

He's already crying in relief before he turns his attention to the swaddled baby in her arms.

At which point, he breaks down completely. He has a family. A wife who loves him and a son born from their love.

Not out of duty. Out of love.

There are many words he wants to say, but in the end, he's too much a mess to say any of them. Instead, he settles for cradling his son against his chest, hoping that he can prove to him that he will always be loved in this world, no matter what.

Growing Up

Yves had a plan when he became a father: he would do everything he could to prove himself capable so as not to place a burden on his children.

Plan goes out the window when actually faced with raising them.

Instead of working hard to prove his worth to others, he does what he can to be involved in his children's life.

He himself had been alone in the world ever since he was born. He would not allow his children to know that loneliness.

Hence, Yves is a very attentive father to his son and two daughters.

And the domestic faction are very attentive uncles.

They all protect Yves' son from Sariel, whom he is terrified of. (Yves' two daughters had a little better introduction that helped curb that fear.)

Sariel had expected it. Henceforth, he'll be patient. He's sure Yves' son will grow out of it as he gets older.

This boy has an affinity for the kitchen, so baking with his son becomes Yves' new favorite past time.

Nighttime cookies, milk, and a story told by Emma is a whole magical experience.

Yves' son invites the domestic faction once to such a party. Yves loves him so much he begs Emma to humor him this once.

(So yes, Emma did in fact read a story book to one little boy and four grown men all wrapped in blankets and eating fresh cookies.)

For as much fun as they have, Yves does not slack on his work. Occasionally, his son will be by his side as he's completing it.

Which inspires that same work ethic in his son growing up.

While his son (or any of his kids, really) isn't well accepted by the noble houses, the boy is not perturbed by it.

On the contrary, he's had his parents love and acceptance for so long that he's unfazed if nobles don't accept him. He understands why.

However, that also means that, ironically, Yves' son becomes even more of a capricious cat than his father was.

He's like a mystery, this ethereal prince of the palace that appears and vanishes on a whim that he'll make you believe in ghosts.

Now, he's developed such a talent for it, he scares Sariel. Despite what you'd believe, the devil minister is actually quite amused by this turning of tables.

Chevalier

Chevalier always knew he would have an heir with a woman of good standing for political purposes. That was his duty as king.

However, things are very different with Emma.

When she announces she's pregnant, Chevalier finds himself... far more affected by this revelation than he would have ever thought.

They were a man and woman having relations, so logically speaking, this would be the eventual result of their actions.

Furthermore, it was their duty to produce heirs, so this success was good news.

But why was he... excited about this fact?

The woman he loved was carrying his child, and somehow, that set his nerves on edge.

He'd read about this in novels, where men grew protective over their families as they produced offspring. And the logical conclusion was that they would protect what they had produced, the next generation who would replace them when they passed.

But Chevalier felt his previous assumption was now off the mark. And that confused him.

However, looking at Emma now with her bright smile, a lovely rosy hue on her cheeks as her eyes sparkled with excitement, Chevalier ultimately chalked this up to the elusive emotion of love.

He reached forward, resting his hand lightly over Emma's still flat abdomen. For her part, she laid her own hands over his. And in that still moment, Chevalier felt warm.

As Emma progressed, Chevalier found himself keeping a closer eye upon Emma. He began being hyperaware of little indications that she was tired or in pain.

And if she was sick, he'd force her to cease whatever she was doing and go lay down. Occasionally, he would leave his work to monitor her.

The one thing he did love about Emma being pregnant was her reluctance to get out of bed in the morning. While he hated that it was brought on by her not feeling well, Chevalier had no issue sleeping in with her in the mornings, her comfortably wrapped up in his arms.

However, the hardest thing for him to navigate was her mood swings.

He's a very logical thinker compared to her more emotive thought process, but they'd invested enough time into communications to understand each other. However, when Emma would react in ways he didn't expect or flip between emotions out of the blue, he became very lost.

Clavis found it extremely amusing to watch Chevalier fumble as he awkwardly navigated those situations.

Speak of the devil, Clavis had to be very careful around soon-to-be-father Chev.

The man had much on his plate and was also affected with new emotions brought on by the fact a child—his child—was on the way. So Chevalier's patience for dealing with Clavis's eccentricities became razor thin.

Clavis only learned his lesson when a very testy Chevalier held his sword at his throat. The hellcat would consider himself lucky he walked away with only a scratch.

When Emma goes into labor, Chevalier plants himself in his office chair and gets work done.

He is of no use to Emma sitting and waiting, and he has work to do.

But do not mistake him for being indifferent. Clavis and Sariel are the only ones who dare walk into that office, and they only come with business then leave straight away. The others, quite frankly, all fear too much for their lives to go within a 10 foot radius.

Sariel is the one to deliver the news that Chevalier's daughter had been born, that Emma is fine, and that Chevalier was now allowed to go see them.

At which point, Chev wastes no time abandoning his work. Not a soul dared stood in the king's way as he strode up to the room.

Upon entering the bedchambers, he's greeted with the sight of his wife holding a baby swaddled in a blanket, and Chevalier actually stops in his tracks to take in the sight.

A strong emotion flares in his chest, and he's overcome by awe over the realization that that child is his child, born from his wife whom he can genuinely say he loves.

With a soft smile, he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it.

Softly, Chevalier gazes down at the tiny child in his wife's arms. Hesitating for a second, he reaches out to rub a finger over it's chubby little cheek.

They stay like that for a while, Chevalier watching over his daughter in his wife's arms with a tightness in his chest he cannot explain.

"Would you like to hold her?" Emma eventually asks him.

Her words surprise him, and he pauses as he fights for words to answer. "How do I hold her?"

With a sweet, reassuring grin, Emma walks him through how to properly hold the baby.

And when he cradles his daughter in his arms, Chevalier smiles.

He thought his wife had already taught him all there was to know about love. But he was wrong. Seems his daughter had yet more to teach him.

Growing up

Y'all may feel differently (this is not a hill I'll die on.) But I feel Chevalier and Emma are a "one and done" couple. Not for lack of trying, mind you.

From a royalty standpoint, Chevalier is disappointed, as it is his duty to bear heirs. Specifically sons.

From a personal standpoint, Chevalier does not care. Competency to rule is not limited to his own bloodline. Furthermore, he could bear sons who would be incompetent, and that would cause just as many issues.

That said, he is of the firm belief his daughter could take after him.

And he does not say that because she's his daughter... mostly. Chev can't help but dote on her a bit.

She's proof of the saying "first born daughters are female versions of their fathers."

Unlike most girls, she's extremely logical. Emotions are slightly more difficult for her to grasp, but she learns to understand them logically.

To the point she struggles to get along with her peers. As a female, she becomes singled out for her logical way of processing emotions.

It actually connects her to her father. And Chevalier, in turn, feels connected to his daughter as they share that mindset.

However, it comes as a relief to Chev that Emma loves their daughter anyway, despite her very logical mind.

He himself had always insisted he was fine on his own, and if no one understood him, so be it. But knowing his daughter would always have the support of both parents was a comfort to him.

I don't need to say this, but there was no way for their daughter to escape a love of books when she was born of two bookworms.

And it was only further ingrained when Chevalier read to her all while growing up. He read her bedtime stories only slightly less frequently than Emma did, and that was only because he was busy.

Chev is so attached to his daughter that he decides to specifically take time to teach her self-defense.

As a princess, he realizes it would be wholly inappropriate for her to walk around with a sword strapped to her waist.

But teaching her defensive maneuvers and how to wield a knife she could hide in the folds of her clothes would not be unproductive, as she is a princess of a not fully adored king.

She's terrifying as is, but to her, it's not enough.

She realizes that as a female, she is biologically weaker than males. And while she has some training, she's not foolish enough to believe she can out-power men in the way her father can.

This is why Clavis becomes her favorite uncle. He's skilled in avoiding fighting and instead using trickery, knowledge she believes would be of great benefit for her.

But that's not all. His mind just... fascinates her.

"Father... he's an idiot. A brilliant idiot, but an idiot."

"I know, my dear," he'll always say while patting her head affectionately.

In the end, Chevalier does what he can to ensure his daughter is in the running to be selected for the next king, along with his nephews who get pulled into the running.

And just as her father before her, she's determined to prove that it will be inevitable for her to ascend the throne.

Leon

When Emma tells Leon she's pregnant, Leon goes quiet.

Because he has a child on the way. He... he has a family of his own.

Not that he doesn't consider brothers his own family. He loves them like his own blood. But this is different.

He actually has blood family now.

And in the most ironic way, too. Here he was, born a slave married to a woman born a commoner. But their child—his flesh and blood—would be royalty.

When that hits him like a storm, he actually starts laughing. And he's still laughing as he swoops Emma up and spins her around.

This is truly one of the best days of his life. Not even becoming king could come close to this.

He's always wanted to help Emma with anything before. Now, it is ten times worse.

He's like a little puppy, following her around asking if she needs anything. To the point this man put Rio to shame. (Rio is torn between being embarrassed for Leon and being jealous. Waiting on Emma hand and foot was still his job!)

For the first time, Leon is genuinely thankful for being a royal. Simply because if he was a slave, he couldn't have provided for Emma and his child anywhere near as much as he could now.

His habit of slipping out of the castle becomes less common since Emma announced her pregnancy. Sariel is thrilled.

However, this is because Leon can't just whisk her away like he used to. He feels a need to be more careful with her now.

Though Emma doesn't appreciate being treated like a doll, she doesn't speak up because she's actually happy Leon has settled down a bit.

Leon only grows more excited the more Emma progresses. He loves being able to hold a hand over her swollen stomach and talk to his baby.

He tells them often how excited he is for them to come into the world. How he'll protect them and love them dearly.

When she goes into labor, he's of course very anxious.

He plays it off, pretending that he's not worried and she'll be fine.

Which, he knows she likely will be, but he can't help but worry, anyway.

Jin is there to help calm him down and take his mind off things. As is Yves and Licht.

They hold a little party in the office, trying to distract Leon as long as they can.

But that only goes on for so long before Jin catches on that Leon isn't enjoying himself.

From there, it's the job of the oldest brother to reassure him.

When Leon is informed he's allowed to go see his son, he gets pats on the back from his three brothers as he leaves the room.

And then runs up the stairs, cape flying behind him like a thief in the night.

When he enters the room in a hurry, he doesn't stop until he's right by Emma's side.

"No need to hurry," she teases him.

"Of course there is," he returns, crawling beside her on the bed. "I don't want to miss a second with my son."

Emma is happy to hand over the baby to Leon, because her heart melts with the beyond tender expression Leon bestows on him.

"How do you outrank both daddy and mommy, huh?" he quietly jokes to his son when the room is empty.

Although he and Emma both share a chuckle, she reaches up to swipe the tear out of his eye.

He lets her. After all, he now has a reason to be a leader that has nothing to do with a heavy burden forcefully thrust upon him.

No, now he has to be a leader because he wishes to make his son proud.

Growing up

All boys, this man has. All. Boys.

Emma wishes she could have caught a break and just had one girl. She is not that blessed.

Leon loves his kids. Adores them. They have him wrapped around their fingers.

Of course, Leon's deep love for his kids is returned ten fold. They love their dad.

But that said, this family is chaos.

Leon already is like a large child. You think his literal children are going to be any better?

And their habit of sneaking out of the palace for kicks and giggles?

Emma just takes tea into Sariel's office. "Listen. The boys are out. You can get mad all you want. I want a moment's peace."

Sariel has given up by this point, simply accepting the tea. "No. Far be it from me to allow a moment's peace to slip through my grasp."

They do get a scolding from Emma if they are out for too long, but that's it. So Leon does his best to watch the time.

He's a busy man after all. But he loves making time for his kids like this.

That said, while he's the fun dad, he's actually quite strict in his teaching.

He wants to push them, to make them grow. He's not giving them any cushy, plush prince lifestyle.

And that's not because he wants them to suffer. He wants them to become better men than he was.

He debated for a long time about if he'd tell his sons about his past.

Only after talking with his lovely, incredibly encouraging and inspiring wife did he make a decision.

Each son is told privately as they become teenagers. But Leon tells them with the purpose of both inspiring and warning them.

"A slave can become a prince, but that requires both luck and work to get there. Do not doubt a prince could become a slave should his actions allow it. So, work to become a man you can be proud of."

None of them want to disappoint their father, so they all strive to prove that Leon's ceiling was their floor.

Military commanders, ministers, king. They all want to give their lives to protecting this kingdom of roses and proving their father proud.

They also make the next Belle's job incredibly difficult, choosing between eight very capable, extremely handsome princes. (Look. Leon is canon boy, right? It's only fair that's how this goes. XD)

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri headcanons #ikepri yves #ikepri chevalier #ikepri leon #This is the sweetest of the three sets

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