#cereza's suggestions

[fl3shm4id3n]

Wₑₐᵣᵢₙg ₕₑₑₗₛ ₐᵣₒᵤₙd ₜₕₑ ₛᵤₗₗy'ₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 -👠𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: None

A/N: I couldn't squeeze a lot, but I manage to think of something. Hopefully ya'll like it. It's kinda short.

Masterlist

You no idea what heels were, until you found some in a storage unit in Hell's Gate. You were snooping around the unit and came across a pair of red heels. This was new to you. As well as weird, you were used to seen others wearing boots or just flat out tennis shoes to be comfortable.

But you couldn't help but grow curious and try them on. It was a pain at first, since the heels held your feet up in a different position and they'd hurt after some time. Same with walking in them. You'd wobble and stumble around a first, but you manage to walk on them.

After some time, you decided to show off your new heels to your friends. When you walked to the camp, you had to do it barefoot. At first you were going to wear your heels, but the very thin heel would bury itself onto the dirt and you nearly tripped a few times. So you just walked barefooted until you got to the camp.

Once at camp, the Sully kids were already out of the hut and just hanging around their home. As soon as you saw them, you showed them your new heels. They had no idea what they were, just like you the first time you had found them. Then you went up an explanation of what they were and so on.

Then you put them on, showing them how you became a pro at walking on them. All they did was stare at the shinny red heels that you walked around on. Not only that, but you saw how their ears would twitch slightly by the clicking of the heels on the hard ground.

Ever since then, you'd began to get teased. Specially by Lo'ak and Spider. They'd go on and on how you were slightly taller now and how you nearly reached Tuk's height. Those two just loved poking fun at you ever since your heels were shown to them.

Kiri didn't really get the point in you wearing them. At first she thought that you didn't really need heels to be taller. That you were fine just the way that you were. But you told her that you simply wore them because they were pretty and stylish. Kiri still couldn't help but wonder why you wore them. They seem like torture devices.

Out of all her Siblings, Tuk liked your heels. She thought they were funny in a way but also cute. She'd often ask you if she could look at them, which you allowed her. She'd just look at the heel as if she was trying to figure out how or why they were made the way that they were. She often wishes she could hear your heels just to be a bit more tall.

Neteyam didn't mind, he was all 'Alright' when it came to your heels. He too didn't think you needed them, but if you liked them and choose to wear them, cool. He'd ask question after question on why you wore such shoe that can and will cause you pain thought. He never understood why humans made things that could cause you pain.

When Neytiri had heard about your famous heels. She too got curious. When she saw you wearing them one day, she couldn't help but find the clicking of your heels a bit annoying. When you came to the hut, she'd tell you to take them off. She too wonders why humans wear such painful devices.

She then went to ask Jake about them. He didn't know much, but explained to her why humans women, and some times men wear heels. She didn't get it at first, but after some time she did. She still despised human things, specially those noisy torture devices.

#avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #sully kids x reader (platonic) #sully kids x fem reader (platonic) #sully kids x human reader (platonic) #female reader #female y/n #platonic fic #platonic relationships #cereza's writing #cereza's suggestions #cereza's requests #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰

[shackld-a]

why does the chief wear suspenders? two reasons.

1. to keep her pants from dropping every time she meets a new hot woman

2. so a leash can be clipped onto the back and stop her from going headfirst into life or death situations

#this post is mainly for cereza but you guys can enjoy it too! #:) #;sir this is my emotional support cringefail gacha game protagonist. (ooc) #suggestive tw

[atalentedwriter]

— don't make it harder on me

paring: e-1610!miles x femspidey!reader (both spider people)

a/n: i don't speak spanish i'm sorry but i used the most accurate translator i could find. if i made ANY mistakes, feel free to hmu and tell me i will certainly change em.

sypnosis: in which the reader was in love with miles but of course you were everything he didn't want, until you finally found someone for you and things...flipped. loosely based off chloe x halle's "don't make it harder on me"

wordcount: 1,768 words 9,150 characters

genre: fluff, teenagers, romance, unrequited love, angst, slightly suggestive but not really, cheater/cheating

translations: "i don't know because just last year you told me you loved me." - "no lo sé porque justo el año pasado me dijiste que me querías." "what do you want out of here mami?" - "¿qué quieres salir de aquí mami?" "my life" - "mi vida" "butterfly" - "mariposa" "cherry" - "cereza" "my goodness" - "dios mio"

You giggle as the boy you're with kisses your cheek before leaving the student lounge. He had walked you here but now he had class and had to leave. He pushed your headphones down to your shoulders as he backed up looking at you with a goofy grin.

"So you can hear the bell, I know how loud you be blasting your music girl." He says, chuckling before leaving.

"Thanks Grant." You say as you watch him leave with heart eyes. Miles, the unlucky one had to witness it all unfold in front of him, in front of his burger and drink and sketchbook.

"Grant? What is he? An uncle?" He says, too disgusted with what unfolded in front of him to even continue drawing.

You roll your eyes and look at him. "Whatever." You say as you get up, walking over to the vending machine as Miles follows you.

"So what you love him now or somethin?" He says, a bit offended and disgusted at the thought.

"And if I said I did? What would the problem be?" You ask as Miles grumbled something under his breath.

"no lo sé porque justo el año pasado me dijiste que me querías..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

But you picked it up thanks to your heightened senses. A year ago, you were over the heels in love with Miles, but he was in love with Gwen. Like I'm talking, sketches and doodles all OVER the notebook in love. Long story short, you confessed and he didn't reciprocate, like not even a little bit.

You were worried that it was going to ruin the good friendship you had going but Miles was more than willing to put it aside so your relationship wouldn't get damaged. It was hard and awkward at first because you had so much love for the boy...it was hard not to. But you got over it, or at least the most you could, and you found someone else.

Grant. A bit of an adult name but he's an absolute prince charming. He's always considering and caring, and treats you with the utmost princess treatment. He's so perfect, almost too perfect. Made you skeptical that people as good and genuine as him could exist, and he made it known that he really did love you.

You sighed and looked at Miles who was already looking at you with a small smile on his face. He put his hand on your waist and moved you to the side a little, walking in front of the vending machine.

"¿qué quieres salir de aquí mami?" He asked and you sighed, placing a hand on your hips and rolling your eyes.

"Miles-"

"Let me take care of you mami." He said as he took out a wrinkled dollar from his pocket, putting it into the vending machine and all you could do was laugh.

"Strawberry cake...the one in the can." You replied and he got it for you, leaning down to pick up your canned cake with a fork and handing it over to you, making sure to brush your fingers.

So corny. You look up to see Miles looking at you with a dazed look.

"I know what you're trying to do Miles.." You say, taking your cake and walking back to your beanbag chair with Miles on your heel like a puppy.

"What? I don't know anything." He says as he sits across from you, placing his head in his palm, batting his lashes at you. "But uh...tell me anyway."

"I need you to stop lookin' at me like that. We are just friends now. You already had your chance" You blatantly say as you take a deep sigh before attempting to open your can.

It seemed like what you just said flew in one of Miles' ears and out the other because he was smitten. "Let me help you with that mi vida..."

He took the can from your hand lightly and with ease. You'd think with your superhuman strength, you'd be able to open a can but

"I swear they use gorrila glue to close those cans." You say, taking the can back from Miles. You take your plastic fork to dig into your cake as he smiles at you.

"You're so cute yknow, especially when you get flustered, not being able to do the simplest things. It's adorable. You're adorable." Miles says, being upfront with his feelings for the first time in a long while.

You pause chewing the cake in your mouth as you look at Miles.

"I need you to stop sayin' the things you say cuz if you keep acting so sweet, i might just wake up and leave this boy that i pinky swear we'd be together for sure" You say as you sigh again, chewing your cake as Miles shrugs.

"Mariposa...what happened?"

"Huh-?"

"I'm just saying, you used to be so hung up on me."

"You didn't even notic-"

"Yeah but when you told me and I looked back, I realized, the signs were all there! You literally once straight up told me you thought of me like all the time...what happened to those thoughts?"

"I can't be thinking of you when I'm alone with my boo-"

"So he's like your 'boo thang' now?" Miles says.

"Please don't ever say that." You say, cracking a small smile as some icing gets stuck on the corner of your lips.

Miles notices and uses his thumb to wipe it off before putting it in between his lips, staring you straight in the eye with a small smile.

"Okay no. If you smile at me again, I may do somethin' stupid-."

"So do it (y/n)"

"Miles.."

"I don't get it. Why did you stop liking me?"

"What? Did you expect me to just wait around till you stopped liking Gwen?" You raise an eyebrow as he stays silent.

"...Kinda..?"

You roll eyes.

"I mean 'love' is a VERY strong word and yknow when someone says it to you, you kinda expect it to be relevant for a long time."

"Oh, I just remembered..."

"What?"

"How many girls you had!" You angrily voiced at the boy.

"It was just Gwen." Miles countered, putting his hands up.

"But you loved her a lot, didn't you? I mean you said you did and love is a 'very strong word'" You said, mocking and quoting the boy from just earlier, causing his lips to form a tight line and his eyes to close momentarily.

"You didn't like me Miles and I moved on, I don't get how that is a problem and blah blah blah blah blah"

He has no idea what you were saying, he tuned you out a few seconds ago, just focusing on your features. He had realized his romantic feelings for you about 9 months after your confession, you had just started seeing Grant and for some reason he couldn't stand him.

Maybe it was his rich ass cologne or his thick accent, or maybe how perfect he looked in general but he did know he hated seeing you with him. It just irked him.

"Guys like that only date girls like you with one thing in their mind."

"What so are you saying I can't bag a rich guy?" You say, offended as you looked at Miles who put his hands up in defense.

"Woah, woah now I didn't say all that ma.."

"Then what are you trying to say? Enlighten me! Tell (y/n)"

See now he knew you were ticked off, you only referred to yourself in 3rd person if you were ready to smack someone hard. And you feelings were valid, ever since you started seeing Grant he was always policing you around, talking about how he didn't like him, Grant was a bad guy and he was always looking for faults in his motives and moves. You didn't do that with Gwen though.

He realized he liked you a few weeks in and he beat himself up every day for rejecting you. Since then he tried to win you back, or at least that's what he thinks he's doing, to you he's just insulting your relationship and making a fool out of himself...a stupid, idiotic, embarrassing, infuriatingly adorable fool.

"So you need to stop bein' so nice to me, 'cause a part of me has moved on...but a part of me is so weak" You confess, putting your fingers on your nose bridge as Miles finally tuned back in.

"So listen to that part cereza." Miles' said leaning.

"Miles Gonzalo Morales..-"

"I love you." He cut you off abruptly, surprising both you and himself.

"What..?" You say, taken aback as Miles bites his lips, looking down and then back up at you.

"I...I think I love you..I do and I mean it...I love you. I love you (y/n)"

You were in disbelief. These words that you would've have been so delighted to hear just a year ago now felt like a burden, a huge burden. Something you dreaded, it felt like the entire reality you spent months fixing and putting up came crashing down with those 3 words and stupid 8 letters.

"Miles...dios mio...don't make it harder on me. I told you not to love me....and now you're growing on me." You slumped in your seat, not even realizing you blew your own cover.

He looked up, hopefully with a smirk. "I did, didn't I?" He had that same goofy grin he always had on and looked so good in.

"I told you not to want me but you don't listen to me...and you never did." You frown as the boy leans in.

"Well that's a good thing right?"

"Morales."

"Baby I'm serious. I know I don't take a lot of things seriously but I'm not playing now. I love you."

He leaned in, closed his eyes and connected his lips with yours, it left sparks flowing through your body. He paused and pulled back only a little before opening his eyes to look at your reaction.

You were frozen for a second there before you grabbed his face and pulled him back in for a kiss, leaving a smile to form on his face. He used one arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, and resting his hand on your lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck as the kiss gets heated and turns into a full-blown makeout session. You're so lost in each other that you never notice Grant standing a few feet away with your favorite chocolates and a gift bag in hand.

#spiderman #spiderman into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #miles x reader #atsv x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles x you #miles x y/n #spiderman astv #astv fanfic #love #angst #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miles morales fanfiction #miles g morales #miles morales x fem!reader #miles morales fluff #miles molares #black reader

[veemimis]

hiiiii!!! i LOOVEEE your art your bayojeanne art is the cutest ever

i saw your post and maybe 👉👈 could we maybe get some bayojeanne foreheads touching or jeanne kissing cereza's forehead? uwu or if a two person art is not what you wanted suggestions of maybe a cereza with a butterfly on her nose looking all cute? :3 👉👈

thank you for the consideration and for sharing your art with us!!! it's wonderful!!!

HIII ANONNN ! ! !

HEHE YOU'RE SO SWEEEET and thank yew for the requests >:3

I have the other two sketched out I'll post them whenever I finish them , but heres the first ! ! ! It kinda turned into nose touching rather than forehead touching but WHATEVER ! !

#I DONT KNOW IF U WANTED CATLD DESIGNS ANON BUT THATS MY DEFAULT !!! #Ignore the hand I was too lazy to actually check a ref #Drawing Jeanne a lil flusters always makes me giggle they're so cute . . . #Originally it was gonna be Cereza getting flustered but my demons . . . #THANK YEW AGAIN ANON FOR THE REQUEST 💕💕💕 I WILL BE DOING THE OTHERS ASWELL ! #Bayonetta #bayonetta origins #cereza and the lost demon #bayonetta cereza #bayonetta jeanne #cereza #Jeanne #Bayojeanne

[id0what1want]

Amarys and Cereza

In my opinion, Drayton already introduces so much of a love triangle (that he is totally just using to get on Kieran's nerves) that I see absolutely no reason to pit these two against each other when obviously they would make hilarious friends. Here are my sources on Cereza's side: Cereza has a soft spot for steel types. Her biggest idol is Peony, a steel type specialist (and also her best friend's DAD, I'll definitely delve deeper into her best friendship with Penny someday), she admires Steven Stone because in her words "I have functioning eyeballs that can see", and two of her Pokémon are steel types (partially because of aforementioned idols). So Cereza is taking the Amarys fight seriously, she's being attentive and is buying a little bit into the "fighting over who gets to save Kieran" spiel. She even listens to the after spiel of Amarys taking her defeat so gracefully. Then Cereza can't take it. She runs up to Amarys with an excited grin, practically starstruck as she grabs Amarys's shoulders saying "YOU ARE SO COOL!!!" and lets go and just rants about how awesome that battle was and how she thinks that Amarys is basically the bomb.com. "I mean I had to clench my jaw to keep it from DROPPING when you whipped out that Metagross- I got Steven Stone level chills and that's saying something, have you SEEN that man?" She goes on like this until Amarys gathers her bearings (the outburst startled her, needless to say) and clears her throat and politely asks "Would you like a photo to-" and she doesn't even finish before Cereza is gasping and giggling with excitement with a "Hell yeah!" Anyway, Amarys and Cereza are now unconventional besties, she, Cereza, and Carmine get to have sleepovers in Carmine's room in which they have to trick Amarys into coming over since it's technically against the rules. I also thought of a scene where Amarys would take the gang on a tour of Castelia City, her hometown, and her schedule of places to hit is so jampacked that the gang spends practically no time in any given location. It sucks a lot of the fun from the trip and the gang is starting to get tired of it. Cereza sees this and asks Amarys if there are any places that are special that she can highlight, any big points and Amarys just freezes as she looks at her list, dead silent as the decision paralysis sets in. Cereza realizes it's because Amarys has a lot of pride and love for her hometown and suggests "Hey, let's stop by a cafe and work out the schedule while the gang wanders and revisits the places they didn't get to fully experience, kay?" That way Amarys can fix her schedule (which Cereza recognizes is important to her) while also getting to talk to Cereza about all the places she loves about the city. Time flies by and before the girls know it, it's time to go. Amarys apologizes for not actually taking Cereza to all the places she talked about, and Cereza grins and says "the way you talked about it, it's like I was right there with you" Anyway, second love triangle demolished. I'm going after Drayton next. No love triangle is safe.

✨Do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

#amarys #dipplinshipping #juliana x kieran #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x mc #kieran x oc #oc x canon #pokemon kieran #pokemon sv #rival kieran #the indigo disk #drayton #blueberry academy #carmine #amarys pokemon #cereza pokemon

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I know that we all Bayonetta fans have our opinions over the third game, and I get them! But we must admit, it was still a fun experience, and the game mechanics (for me) were a lot better than the second game.

But I guess that most of the problems come from the ending and yes... it was bad... like not horrible but bad.

So I suggest something!

What if in a fourth game (or completely separated) Viola as the main character goes to rescue her parents, not in hell and neither heaven, but in the next life version of fairies. I have seen some theories that maybe that was the place that Luka and Cereza were sent to.

It would be like a mini continuation of Bayonetta origins, with the same enemies + new ones of course! But get this! We bring Loki BACK!!!

We also add witches from other cultures that were trapped or run around the fairie kingdom that help or would fight Viola.

Who knows, I'm still getting familiar with the Bayonetta lore since a lot of things change or disappear since the first game.

Also, let's explore the fact that Viola can only transform into a fayre when she dies... or maybe that Loki was Bayo's first kid at lest to me

I mean, I'm so stupid that I can't explain my ideas so I would like to hear others' opinions!!!

#post #stupid thoughts #my stupid brain #stupid stuff #bayonetta #bayonetta 3 #bayonetta origins #cereza and the lost demon #viola #loki #may I please have sibling shananigans??? #idea #au #fan continuation #videogame

[laprimera]

BLOG TIMELINE

v.main

ARC 1

Welcome to Paldea! Some time has passed since the time machine had been shut down. Things sort of return to a normal and Geeta is busy as usual as the chairwoman of the Academy, the League and running Paldea.

Not alls what they seem though, Geeta beneath is shaken up with guilt of the professor's death at the hands of a rampaging paradox Pokemon she could not stop so many years before. Recent events and her fear of the Crater and the paradox Pokemon have exaggerated her feelings.

Oh?? Professor Sada has come back after some ten years of dissappearing from the Crater. Though uh, catching up with her isn't as nice a reunion.

And things are getting really concerning outside the Crater too. There's been some worrying signs of a certain apex predator having escaped its walls and causing some troubling signs everywhere it goes..

Despite warning Sada Apex Koraidon is out and might be stalking her after seeing worrying signs, she ignores warnings until it was almost too late.

ARC 1 - INTERMISSION

Geeta stays at the hospital and waits for her to come too and gives Cereza, one of the kids that went down into Area Zero, the task of catching Apex Koraidon much to her chagrin.

Sada wakes up and with the knowledge that Apex Koraidon was vengeful and dangerous make plans to track it down. Meanwhile Geeta suggests she stays close to her and Arven meanwhile in case Apex tries to ambush either of them again and give her support while she recovers at home.

ARC 2

Sada gets back into the motions as time passes and Geeta doesn't have to spend most of her time at the lighthouse to help...but still does anyways. In its own tentative way they've became friends again and she's slowly healing the deep-seated survivors guilt from so long ago.

Things look up only for so long. Geeta's always had weird fuzzy dreams and visions of guiding voices, whispers, crystals and what have but they've become clearer and clear lately. At one point they reach a fever pitch and...first contact is made? She still thinks its just a dream.

Geeta's been in somewhat of a dreamstate. Dazed, a little more scatterbrained then usual. Visions and dreams reminding her of some altruistic destiny for an ideal world. Though .. she's hesitant as it goes into extremes.

There's a kinship there that she can't deny and it's getting really hard to resist the call to find it.

CURRENTLY:

There's no ignoring things now with a certain Heath getting ready to go into Area Zero as soon as winter.

It's coming.

#headcanon. ･ﾟ ✹ #prosada #luexestial #bluebriarr #koraichalcum #rxmedyfind #dreamdisk #what the hey is up with tumblr html idk but here it is #note most dash events and other verses arent considered canon or a diff canon #and a lot more went on but this gettin long LMAO

[ravenwitch45]

Imagine that Bayonetta decides to visit The Richest Cup one day. How do you think that would go down?

(And if you're feeling particularly creative, you could even have her bring Jeanne along too! 😈)

Oh my. These two make a scene wherever they go, so in a cafe mainly patroned by some of the most conservative demons in Hell, oh this will be fun I'm sure

Bayonetta and Jeanne visiting The Richest Cup.

We all know these two have expensive tastes. Apparently Nunning and Teaching pay quite well so they can more the afford it, walking in dressed in their finest clothes, and dropping a fine wad of cash on the receptions Imp's desk, Jeanne just replying "Keep the change" and there immediately led to an open table, sitting down and beginning to gossip as they do.

Now getting into a bit of headcanon, but I highly doubt with how most Goetia's are, that tips are commonplace in a establishment where the lower class serving you is treated like a selling point. So two human looking women making their entrance by dropping a huge wad of cash certainly makes them stand out the second they show up.

There more then used to being gossiped about behind there backs. Heiress dating an Outcast and all, so they just ignore the whispers as they talk and order their drinks and meals, holding hands paying noone any mind, except the very nice staff, which are very bewildred when the witches actually try to start a conversation with them, politely asking what's good around here, what food they suggest and all.

Overall they are truly probably some of the nicest patrons that's ever been there, treating the servers with respect and Jeanne going "Complements to the chef. They do good work, and of course generous tips cause that's just how they are in my eyes.

If anyone felt disturbed enough by the presence of just two women minding their buisness to walk up to them and complain, then oh I cannot see anything but Bayonetta sipping her drink before getting up making sure her heel stomps on the floor, and that foolish goetia gets a full Elektra Abundance style roast. Jeanne just smirking and chuckling the entire time.

"We are simply enjoying ourselves, and if you take offense in that, well you have less sense then Enzo, and class even lower. If you cannot handle seeing two ladies relaxed, then I suggest you head back to your pampered palace cause in my eyes your hardly ready for anything else"The witch spits with more Venom then any infernal, Making the goetia walk off, stunned into silence, not even scoffing. The two witchs just chuckling to themselves. "You always knew how to tell it Cereza."

They both enjoy the trip, always liking putting privelaged people and there place, and treating others with respect they deserve whether or not they often get it. A nice memory they'll remember fondly.

Okay that was fun! Haven't written Jeanne much so it was fun bringing her into this, Umbran Witches just keep making scene huh? XP

#bayojeanne #ask reply #helluva boss #bayonetta #bayonetta jeanne #crossover #The Umbra Take The Rings! #My writing

[some-creep]

Bayonetta 3 thoughts in no particular order:

Most of the music was mid. Some of it just sounds like movie score to me.

Let's dance boys third climax is a better song but a worse dance than the first game.

Lumens are mentioned once at the start of the game as creating the island and they are never brought up again.

Too much of this game's plot was shoved into files I didn't read.

Seriously the game reveals that Sigurd is Singularity but it's revealed in a file that no actually he isn't. What was the point of that

There should have been a lumen bayonetta. That's such an obvious au I don't know why they didn't do it.

In fact bayonetta probably should have just been singularity. No I haven't thought this through it would require plot restructuring but it would be more interesting if still incredibly stupid.

This game really hates Jeanne. The first alt Jeanne we see dies. China and France don't even have Jeannes.

Egypt Jeanne and Bayo switching princess roles could have been interesting except Egypt Bayonetta is fucking annoying.

Why do you only play as e girl Bayonetta in Japan and this never comes up again.

China bayonetta is in the trailer and barely features in her level even though her design was the most interesting.

Bayonetta never reacts to uhhhhh well anything really. But especially seeing her other selves die.

She kills a bunch of humans and this is kinda just a thing that happens and doesn't matter.

Rosa existed just to die again only they never interacted so who cares.

I like Viola :)

I hate PLAYING as Viola. Changing the button for witch time just confuses me so I do very badly as her :( #skillissue

Bayonetta 1 2 and 3 all being different people with baby cereza from 1 specially being bayo from 3 suggests that as a child bayo from 1 had a beehive haircut since apparently they never change their hairstyles.

The part you play as b1 bayo in the singularity fight at the end with the HUD from b1 was cool if not shameless nostalgia bait. But why didn't 2 get a feature? That was disappointing.

Luka being a magic fairy werewolf is so fucking stupid and he isn't a substitute for a proper rival fight I don't care what anyone says

Luka being a magic fairy means his dad died like a bitch for no reason and that's funny

Apparently seeking the one truth is why he became an investigative journalist meaning it had nothing to do with the very obvious things he was investigating in 1

Viola being able to do witch time suggests that umbra magic is passed through hereditary when it isn't. Umbra and lumens are just humans who learned magic

I guess bayo could have taught her but I don't think it's ever mentioned and since fairy transformations are hereditary I guess so is being a witch

One of the cut chapters was another Jeanne chapter. The game really really hates Jeanne and I don't know why.

Enzo's family is killed and it's played for a joke I guess even though it's not actually very funny it's just tonally really weird.

Was Bayonetta always an important title you pass on because I don't think it was and none of my friends seem to remember that either.

A lot of individual parts are really good but this game is truly less than the sum of its parts.

Bayo saying she and Luka have always been together is just straight up actually not true. It's actually weird how not true that is.

I don't care if it's an au that doesn't mean it has to be bad :(

Viola still could have been bayo and Lukas daughter from another universe without them getting together in the one we play in. What's the point of an AU if the outcome is always the same

No one mentions jpegnetta at the end of the game because they're not on screen very long but am the extra bayos are just crude jpegs of concept art it's really funny

Is no one gonna talk about the optics of rodin being a demon slave. No? Alright

Secret chapter was cute I liked the outfit but it looks bad in the main game. Actually she kinda looks like Katzy (?) From sailor moon

I assume the fairies + this are setting up for dlc or a sequel but it'll be incredibly funny if neither of those things happen.

"You bitch!"

#I'm probably forgetting things but this is long enough already

[fl3shm4id3n]

hey Cereza! ☺️🩷 love your writings so much!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥may i please request smut of zdog x human!reader? the idea i have is z goes into heat and goes to see an RDA nurse to get help finding out what’s wrong… and one thing then leads into another🙈 feel free to ignore if this isn’t your cup of tea<3

ᵢₙ ₕₑₐₜ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴢᴅɪɴᴀʀꜱᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, size difference, lesbian sex, oral (f receiving), titty sucking/grabbing, kissing.

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing, I hope you like what I've come up with.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

You were a nurse for the RDA, you were expected to help everyone in Bridgehead. Everyone including the recoms. You had to go under some kind of training to treat them since, their bodies were different than human bodies. It was easy stuff to quickly learn. Everything was fine so far until one night that everyone in particular had come in for a check up. It was pretty late, you were organizing some medical documents in alphabetical order. This was to make your job easier. As you continued to fix documents, you heard the door open and slam shut. You went to see who it was. It was Zdinarsk, she looked like she needed help. You could seen the sweat she was covered in and her panting like crazy.

Quickly you sat her down on one of the bed's for the recoms and began to do a check up on her. When you touched her forehead, you felt it burning like crazy. "Oh god! You're burning up! When did this began?" You asked her, beginning to check her heart beat with the stethoscope. "It began today... god it wasn't as bad as it is now..!" she whimpered almost in pain. You then placed the tool down and continued to check her. "What other symptoms do you have?" you asked. Grabbing a thermometer. "I'm sweating like a pig! I don't feel hungry...." she listed. "And.... and I just want to be outside all the time!" She said lastly.

Now it made sense, she was in heat. "Oh! You're in heat." You said to her, making her look at you. "What.... the hell is that..." she asked, out of breath. She then laid on the bed, onto her stomach. "It's something that the na'vi go through. Since you're technically a na'vi, you get it as small." You explained, you watched as she whined, squirming around in bed. You couldn't help but just watch her behavior. This was the first time you've witness a heat. Z was whimpering, a lot. She began to arch her back as much as possible. "It's okay, It'll pass. You can either try and relieve yourself. Or I could give you some prescription medication." You suggested, then Z looked at you dead in the eyes. You saw how her eyes dilated, and her tail almost waging like crazy. She then slightly moved up. Like a predator about to pounce.

Before you know it. Z had pounced on you, knocking you down to the floor. Luckily you didn't hit you head. Now you were under her, she was still looking at you. But this time with hunger in her eyes and her mouth was slightly open. "I don't need no prescription drugs." She softly growled, leaning down to your face. Getting close to your ear. "I need you sweet cheeks." She whispered, with a smirk on her lip. As you were about to say something, you were cut off by a sudden kiss on the lips. Her mouth was right onto your tiny one, she kissed you hard and rough, almost desperately. You felt as her tongue plunged into your mouth, leaving you almost a moaning mess. You could also hear her purring.

Instead of attempting to remove her off you, you started to kiss her back as much as you could. You placed your hands on her neck, softly feeling her loosely braided queue. This sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled away to take a breath, a small string of saliva was attached to your mouths. "You have no idea! How bad I've been wanting you!" you hissed, she then reached down and tore off your white dress off. Causing the buttons to scatter around the room. Z had a good look at your breasts, she was drooling by the sight of your soft flesh covered by the lace that kept them in place. "I could just stare at these all day!" she commented, then she moved the lace down to expose your soft flesh to her. She was ogling your now erect nipples.

"I bet they taste delicious as they look." She commented, leaning down and taking your nipple into her mouth. You let out a small whine, feeling her cat like tongue and sharp teeth on your breast. You couldn't help but feel your body shiver, you were enjoying this and she would smell it. Z let go of your breast and looked up at you with a smirk on her lips. "I see that you're liking this, that's good!" she growled. She went back to sucking on your other breast as she fondles the one that she had let go. You couldn't help but squirm underneath her, this was so good. You've never felt this kind of pleasure ever.

Z pulled away again, she then moved further down your body. She then grabbed your legs, pulling you a bit closer to her. Then she then grabs your white tights and ripped them off as well, on the crotch area. Raveling your lacy panties to her. "God, you're soaking wet!" She commented almost excitedly. She moved them a side. Your wet folds were now exposed to her. Without a warning, her mouth was onto your pussy. You let out a small squeal and you lifted yourself up some more. She was sucking and slurping at your pussy, she was eating as if she's been starving for days. You felt her tongue and teeth on your pussy. She then pulled away, licking her lips to taste your juices from her lips. "You taste so good!" she commented, going right back in sucking at your pussy, slurping up at your clit.

Your back arched, your body was now on fire. You were quivering and shaking at this point. As much as you wanted to be quiet, you couldn't, you were a moaning mess, nearly screaming. Z then pulled away from you again. She picked you up and laid you on the medical, almost throwing you. Z then began to remove all her clothes, almost ripping it off her body. She was now standing naked above you. You couldn't help but stare, the lights were out, except for the one in your small office and the red light that glowed in the medical bay. You couldn't help but just stare. She was beautiful. Under the red light, she was like some kind of goddess.

Z then crawled on the the bed, towards you. She then grabbed your legs and pushed them up, all the way up to your chest. She then positioned herself. On top of you, her legs either side of your thighs. Her wet pussy was now touching yours, causing you to bite your lip and moaned loudly. "Feels good doesn't it?" She asked, then she laid her chest onto your chest, slowly she began to rub her pussy against yours. "Hah!" you whined out, Z kept rocking her hips slowly. She leaned down and captured your lips into hers. Kissing you deeply. You weakly kissed her back on the lips, wrapping your arms around her neck, trying to pull her closer. She softly growled on your lips, beginning to rock her hips a bit faster.

"Hah!" you cried out loudly against her lips. Z pulled away from your mouth and held your chin so that you could look at her. Your eyes wee half lidded, you were already feeling yourself getting closer and your mind was going into ecstasy. "Are you close sweetheart?" she asked you, instead of responding vocally, you nodded in a whine. Z then began to rub herself faster onto you, making you let out a small squeal and screw your eyes shut. She pulled you back in a kiss, holding your chin in a firm grip. Softly squishing your cheeks together, kissing your lips roughly. You felt your legs burning by the position they were in and they began to shake, you were close. Z growled and gently bit your lip softly, you felt her canines bite onto your flesh. She whined and growled softly. "Oh fuck!" she moaned, she too was closer. She ran her hand down your body, she began to rub your clit at a fast pace with her middle and ring finger.

You slightly jolted by the feeling of her fingers. You whined and your back arched slightly much higher. "Oh Z!" you whined. Z rocked her hips as much as she could. And she rubbed your sensitive clit with her fingers helping your with your release. "Come on sweetheart! Don't keep me waiting!" she moaned with a tease and a small grin on her lips. "I'm! I'm!" you couldn't complete your sentence. Out of the blue, you had began to cum and so did Z. She let out a loud groan while you let out a loud cry. Your nails had dug into her back. You were trying to catch your breath. Your whole body was shaking and covered in sweat. Z was just looking at you, panting, trying to catch her breath as well. "You okay sweet cheeks?" She asked, with a small smirk. You only nodded, wiping the sweat off your face. Z couldn't help but chuckle, then give you a kiss on the forehead. She then got off you, laying down next to you.

You had the chance to put your legs back down, you felt them already going sore by the position they were in and how long they were up. Z then pulled you close to her. "I'm feeling sleepy, you wouldn't mind if I just crash here for the night?" She asked you. "No, I'd want for you to stay." You said, almost shyly, as if she didn't just fucked you into oblivion a couple minutes ago. "Good." That's all she said, cuddling you close to her. You didn't think she was much of a cuddlier. "Don't think this is the last time this will happen sweet heart." She said, with her eyes closed. You couldn't help but feel your face heat up, but you wouldn't mind for this to happen again. After all, at heat lasts up to seven days, if not, up to twenty one days.

#zdinarsk x reader #zdinarsk x y/n #zdinarsk x you #zdinarsk x fem reader #zdinarsk x human reader #recom zdinarsk x reader #recom zdinarsk x y/n #recom zdinarsk x you #recom zdinarsk x fem reader #recom zdinarsk x human reader #female reader #female y/n #human reader #human y/n #nurse reader #nurse y/n #deja blu smut #deja blu fic #cereza's writing #cereza's smut #cereza's requests #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ ₛₘᵤₜ #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ ᵣₑqᵤₑₛₜₛ #zdinarsk smut #recom zdinarsk smut

[rosenett]

Bayo Origins Thoughts + Theories + Future of the Series

Ok so i'm REALLY excited for Bayo Origins!!! Looks super cute, charming, and fun!!!! I didn't expect for it to be a separate game though, originally i thought it was going to be Bayo 3 DLC but it makes sense tho. Bayo Origins is VERY different from the bayo games so lol.

So the Bayo 3 Games Award speech basically confirmed that Cereza will be returning in the next bayo games. What's really interesting is that the speech said "Cereza's next stories" instead of Bayonetta. Since all the timelines that got destroyed in bayo3 got fixed, we could possibly see more of those in future entries. Maybe a Tokyo Bayonetta game? China Bayonetta game? Maybe even see a return of B1 Cereza or B2 Cereza? It seems PG is going for a Zelda route for the Bayonetta series where every game has a different incarnation of Cereza, maybe that's why Bayo3 felt so messy? Possibly Bayo3 was the setup for that idea and for something bigger for future entries.

Now as for theories, I've seen some theories that suggest the little Cereza in Bayo Origins is actually another timeline version, specifically the Lukaon timeline. What supports that is Brave Cereza seemed unfamiliar with the twilight magic Strider and Viola had, while the little one in BO goes through a whole adventure learning about the twilight magic, faeries, etc. If it's the same bayo, why would she not know about it if she went through that whole thing as a kid?

Bayo Orgins could also be a set up for Bayo 4, where it takes place in the Lukaon timeline and we play as the Little Cereza all grown up, possibly in the same outfit as the Super Mirror 0. If what Hideki Kamiya is saying is true (which is a HUGE if), and Bayo 4 is currently in development then we might see it sooner than we expect.

These are all just theories so i could be totally wrong lmao.

#bayonetta #bayonetta origins #bayonetta 4 #bayonetta 3 spoilers #bayonetta theories #SO EXITEDDD

[dimxndsareforever]

Marsha stood on her large balcony outside her bedroom at her mansion. She had not been seen for days as she was taking time to herself, something she felt she needed to do when she needed to think. Smoking helped too.

As she smoked her new tobacco her mind drifted to the woman who gifted it to her. Cereza. A woman of such style and beauty and mystery. A mind as sharp as hers and a love even Marsha could not resist. Her lips got wet thinking of their last encounter and wanted more. More of her mind and body. Like a sailor caught in the sirens song.

So she sent a message to Cereza and requested she come back to Marsha's mansion for more drinks and smokes and conversation. There was even a suggestion in case she wanted to go further with their 'physical' relationship.

Cereza can set the time and date and dress code. Marsha's assistant will pick her up.

@umbranstilettos

#umbranstilettos #marsha misses her and wants more

[umbranstilettos]

Katsu's staring longingly at Bayonetta. @katsu-at-the-bottom

There she caught him again absentminded staring at her direction making her wonder about who the boy was thinking about, the joys of young love she thought if she could only get back in time if she ever had one but The Witch with no memories could only sigh wondering how it felt to repress their emotions whether or not it was a simple infatuation everything simply becomes a blur in the matters of the heart.

“Katsu~”, Cereza whispered suggestively against his left ear with an extended index finger would poke his cheek soon as he turned his head to another direction. “Whoever it is you’re thinking about, I’m sure they’re thinking about you too, now pay attention dear”, She says as she went on to continue with her lecture.

#;muse| bayonetta #;answered #katsu at the bottom

[sketchiedetails]

Impressions:

Familiars seem to either serve as full-on summons or Devil Trigger forms that Cereza can assume (might be tied to which weapons she has equipped)

New girl gives off Nero / V vibes ----Short-hair and grapple mechanics (Nero) ----Luka recognizes her and Cereza calls her "kitty" and seems to be the driving force for the plot (V was a returning character but we didn't know at the time)

Jeanne looks to be more active in the campaign, suggesting that she's got some playable chapters

Cereza and Phantasmaraneae re-enacting Dante's and Phantom's first meeting in DMC 1

Reference to an "Alphaverse" implies dimension-hopping, so Multiverse of Madness / Everything Everywhere All At Once / The One rules will apply ----Pirate Witch is probably another version of Cereza, which could explain why Bayo's original VA doesn't voice Cereza in this game

I can't believe we're getting Devil May Cry 5 again, I am legit stoked

#bayonetta 3 #thinking bout games

[books-of-the-great-leviathan]

Chapter 16- Sirin

***

She didn't hesitate. Luca plunged out of sight, and she followed, flinging herself off the edge of the pit and into darkness. Shadow billowed behind her, trailing from her limbs like wings, slowing her descent.

"Sirin!" Cereza cried after her, voice receding into echoes.

The darkness rushed past, wind slicing at Sirin's face like knives. Without warning, she hit water and went under; it filled her mouth and nose, icy and clear. She kicked to the surface and broke through, her gasp echoing through the darkness.

She searched it for Luca. A faint haze of light from the crack above filtered down, throwing ripples over the water, but everywhere else the darkness was impenetrable, not parting, not even for her.

Something slick and cold brushed her leg. She flinched, lifting her hands, looking down in time to see one of the immense cave-fish cruise by, pale and ancient, its blunt, eyeless head nosing blindly at her. Barbels twitched; she sensed its slow, simple intelligence, tasting her heat, deciding whether or not it meant she was worth eating. Sirin called her shadows, and they responded, unfurling through the water. The cave-fish took the suggestion; it turned and swam deeper into the pool, fading from sight.

"Sirin!"

Hands grabbed at her. She whirled with a hiss, but it was only Luca. He treaded water alongside her, Puppy curled around his shoulders like a fur stole.

Sirin caught his arm and pulled him through the water, toward the sound of wavelets lapping stone. Her feet scraped the bottom, and she hauled them all upslope. Stalactites rose around her like knives of black glass, the shore made up not of smooth cave stone but jagged, crystalline juts of obsidian.

Not obsidian, Sirin observed, watching the faint light play off their facets, illuminating the many colors trapped in the stone. Whatever this was, she'd seen it before, like the cave-fish, like the carvings. She'd seen it on the Leviathan's island.

Water thundered somewhere in the distance- the source of this underground lake or the channel draining it, she wasn't sure.

"Sirin," Luca said again. "Triune, you jumped after me?"

Yes I did. And you'd best be glad it was water down here. She spat onto the stones. Fool.

"I love it when you call me that."

Are you hurt?

"A few scrapes. Nothing a kiss and a moment or two of your tender, exasperated care wouldn't fix." He displayed a shallow cut on his arm. "This one first?"

She gave him a look.

"Can't blame me for trying." He shook his head, flinging water, then reached into his satchel and brought out the ork-oil lantern.

"All Hells," he muttered. Water sloshed, its wick soaked. They'd have no light until it dried.

Did you not bring a spare?

"Of course I did," Luca told her. "That's wet too."

A bass whumph stirred the air. Sirin lifted her head to see vast wings, the water made choppy by the backdraft of Niive's descent. She glided down in spirals, carrying Cereza in her arms, girl-shaped save for her wings. She landed on the jagged black rocks of the shore, then paced ahead, letting Cereza down.

"Triune, Luca," Cereza said. She gave him a little shove. "I thought you were dead."

He elbowed her in return. "You should be so lucky. Listen, Cee, do you have any matches?"

"No."

"You don't have a spare lantern?" Niive said, her tone thick with disdain.

"No! Can't you...I don't know, do magic?"

"Do magic."

"You know. Something useful?"

Her eyes flashed. "I am sorry. Are the winds that pushed your wingless corpse halfway across the seas not good enough for you?"

"Shut up," Cereza said.

"I just mean a bit of lightning," Luca stuttered. "A little spark, or-"

Sirin smacked his arm. He jumped. She pointed. He looked.

"Oh," Luca said. "That will do."

Puppy glowed. As Sirin watched, the little creature stood, ears pricked, eyes wide, blue light limning its body. Its glow brightened- summer-blue, the blue of the Great Leviathan's blood, filling the cavern with its radiance.

It lifted its head. Sirin followed its gaze. Above them, up the jagged slope of the beach, shapes loomed from the darkness. Puppy's light touched crumbling walls, battlements and walkways fallen to rubble and veined with countless tiny waterfalls, glimmering with phosphorescence. The cavern echoed, away, away, a vast vault of chill and shadow, gloom obscuring its limits.

More than a cavern- this place was a ruin.

A thicket of colossal, broken columns lay like felled trees at the far edge of the light, their scale drowning Sirin to a mote of pollen. She lifted her head as they moved up the beach and between a gateway formed by two of the fallen columns, trying to get a sense of what this place must have once been. It looked like an entire collapsed fortress crushed down into this lightless place, sundered long ago by some immense force.

The air should have tasted stale and cold, like any cave. Instead each breath sparked at her blood, charged and strange.

"What is that?" Luca murmured.

In the center of the ruin crouched a statue, sized to the same scale as the columns caging it. Sirin began upslope, Luca at her side, Puppy leading the way. Its light drew the statue from the dark: a great beast carved from reflective black stone, its monstrous beaked head and twin sets of half-spread wings furred in centuries of grime. It stood warlike, jaws open in a snarl, one foreclaw splayed as if in attack. It remained motionless, as it must have done for countless years, waiting alone down here in the dark.

Cereza ran her hand over one hooked talon longer than she was tall. Her lips were parted, her brow furrowed. Sirin stopped before the beast's foreclaws, staring up at its open jaws and the jagged fangs visible within. A heavy, ornate collar had been molded around the statue's neck, and in its center, just over the creature's breastbone, was set an enormous chunk of crystal, glistening with ripples and flashes of color.

"Whaleglass," Luca murmured, his voice hushed with reverence.

Sirin nodded. Whaleglass it was, more than she'd seen before in one place, a sphere of it as big as her circled arms. A crack split the sphere down the middle. It held no pulse, no whispers, no whalesong hum. It was dark, and silent.

Dead, Sirin thought, and shuddered, though she had no idea why the notion unsettled her so.

"I didn't think whaleglass could break," Niive said.

"It can't," Luca said. "Nothing can break it. Nothing we know of in our understanding of natural philosophy, anyway. Maybe the Aiatar knew a way to shape it. Mold it. Destroy it."

"You think this is Aiatar?" Niive said. She gazed again at the creature, her golden eyes bright in the gloom.

"Who else would have made this place?" Luca began around the beast, tracing footsteps in the dust. Puppy followed him, blue glow brightening to light his way. "Maybe this wasn't a temple to them. Maybe this was...I don't know. A city. And this thing..."

He tapped his fingers along its feathered flank. "Looks like it's about to leap into the dark, doesn't it?"

"A guardian," Cereza murmured. "A Sentinel..."

Sirin narrowed her eyes. What makes you call it that?

"I don't know. A feeling."

"You're so sure Aiatar made this place?" Niive hugged her arms over her chest, enfolding herself in her wings.

"You think those columns grew like that?" Luca's voice echoed from the dark.

Sirin tilted her head back. Higher up, almost lost in the gloom, the few remaining columns curved together, forming a setting as if for some immense gemstone. The setting was empty, though, and like the beast's whaleglass heart Sirin felt silence ring in that emptiness, and through her in turn. If ever magic had lived here, it was long gone.

"Look here," Cereza said. She stood near a fallen column. On it was carved what looked to Sirin like a map, a huge string of islands, by her estimate larger even than the Buyani archipelago. Something about it seemed familiar- that volcano, that coastline.

"It's the String of Pearls," Cereza said with a gasp. "Look, here's the mountains...and here's the bay- it used to be so much bigger..."

"That must mean the temple above was just the topmost point of the island," Luca said. "The rest must have fallen into the sea along with its foundations." He let out a breathless laugh. "Incredible."

"Half an archipelago, sunk?" Niive said. She scoffed. "No summoned storm could do that."

Maybe it wasn't a storm, Sirin thought.

Her eyes traveled down the nearest column. It too was covered in carvings, she realized, like the Leviathan's faraway temple. These were sharp, unmarked by time. She drew nearer, lifting her hands to trace the stylized forms in the black stone. She recognized Aiatar, straight-backed and proud, wings lifted to the winds. Their bird-forms flew above, drawing tides of lightning in their wake. They marched in strict phalanxes.

Armies, Sirin realized with a shiver. Not always had witches been nomads, then. Once, they held a different kind of power.

She followed the carvings. They grew more complex, more violent- lightning seared the seas, and beasts of the deep oceans reared in their death-throes as they were slain in droves, proud Aiatar standing with blades and great recurve bows. Others stood draped in mantles and fringed robes, heads bent. Their clawed hands cupped spheres of what looked like whaleglass, streaming with light.

Priests? Sirin wondered. Or alchemists?

The streams of light fell across other, smaller, forms. They knelt below in postures of genuflection. Sirin's shiver became a shudder as she realized they were linked together with arcs of carved chain, shackled hand and foot and neck. They were wingless, carved in simple, almost clumsy fashion, broad-faced and stocky compared to the Aiatar. Each face was set in an expression of awe. They advanced toward the priests, all the way to the depiction of what looked to Sirin like an altar, where one of the crude figures knelt, hands upraised in the attitude of prayer, offering his throat.

Islanders, Sirin thought.

These weren't the honored dead of the Leviathan's island, lain to rest with silver. Her body pulsed cold, her heartbeat a distant sloshing in her ears. She'd been unsure about the robed Aiatar, but chains like this meant prisoners, or slaves.

Sirin looked at the kneeling man and didn't think he was a prisoner.

A dry crack split the air. Sirin whirled as Luca gave a shout from the far side of the strange island. She hurried toward the sound and halted by his side, where he stared and struggled for breath, Puppy pressed to his legs.

Sirin gave him a questioning look, but he just pointed to the ground, his eyes wide in Puppy's blue glow.

White gleamed. It took Sirin a moment to realize what she was looking at.

Bones.

The island was a field of bones. Luca must have stepped on one; it lay in jagged shards at his feet, a long grimed femur. The rest of the skeleton lay beyond, ribcage and sternum and skull with jaw agape, pointed teeth seamed with dust.

It was twisted as if in agony, arms splayed, hands reaching. Another lay further on, and another, dozens of skeletons strewn amidst the black rocks. All of them were Aiatar, sharp-toothed and taloned, the skeletons lean and elongated. Feathers lay broken amidst the bones, ragged and disintegrating, bereft of their iridescent flash. Armor still clung to the bodies, the same sleek black armor they'd seen on the Leviathan's island. Silver winked in the light, and sapsilk, rendered brittle and colorless by countless centuries.

Numb, Sirin picked her way forward, through the bones, looking from broken spine to empty eye sockets, grasping fingers to smashed ribcages, staved in as if by some monstrous blow. Countless times she'd wished for witches as a child, and again as a slave; she'd ached to see them, ached to be borne away by their magic, then so unassailable and absolute to her. Now here they lay, dead at her feet. Seems she'd gotten her wish.

She heard the others approach, heard Cereza's gasp, Niive's soft cry.

"No," Niive said. "No, no..." She shook her head, bringing her hands to her face. "I thought...I thought there would be-"

She cut off and sank to her knees, her shoulders shaking, her wings coming forward as if to cover her grief. Cereza crouched alongside her, holding her, stroking her hair.

"Who could have killed so many?" Luca murmured. Clearly these Aiatar had come to violent deaths- nicks and gashes lingered in the bone, the dark stains of ancient blood, the torqued poses speaking of ancient pain. One lay reaching for a curved sword, its blade like a slice of midnight, black as the surrounding rock.

Sirin's shadows shimmered, her discomfit leaching into the air; she drew the darkness closer in a comforting shroud.

Or what? she signed.

Luca nodded.

"Only a monster could have done this," Niive said.

Sirin thought of the slaves carved into the column, the human offering his throat, and wasn't so sure.

"Sirin," Luca called. "Over here."

The skeleton was slumped against the statue beast's back leg, dressed in black armor like the rest, its posture hunched and curled. A knife stuck from where its side had once been, embedded so deep in the beast's leg Sirin could barely see more than the hilt. A vicious blow; a slow death. Scraps of desiccated flesh delicate as old vellum clung to the Aiatar's face, the trace of tendons and eyelids, the elegant architecture of the skull exposed. An alien beauty, like Niive, all sharp angles and tilted eyes set too-wide, fangs exposed in a rictus grin.

Its hands were cupped together, claws laced. Sirin frowned.

"I know," Luca said. "It's holding something."

He reached forward, hesitated, then gently prised the brittle fingers apart. Crystal glinted- whaleglass, no grand sphere like the beast's heart but an unworked chunk of it bound in silver. Luca plucked the whaleglass from its grip and held it up to the light.

"It's warm," he said. "I think-"

He cut off as silver light fluttered through its facets. The light spun into form, tall and muscular. An Aiatar- the one that lay dead at Sirin's feet, if she wasn't mistaken. His armor was the same, his face the same, though alive and rendered in silver light. He was brawny and angular, his cheekbones and pale throat patterned in arcane tattoos, a circlet of black stone braided into his hair. He stared not at them but past them, his gaze focused on the empty air over Sirin's shoulder.

His mouth moved, and the words came a beat later, his voice a unsteady echo. His tongue was alien, too, barbed and trilling, an unfamiliar language spoken, by him, smooth as water.

"Witch-tongue," Luca murmured, his eyes shining in the ghostlight. That was what the dead Aiatar was, Sirin realized- not alive, but a ghost trapped in the whaleglass. An echo. A memory. "Niive, can you translate?"

"I-" Niive blinked. Shame crossed her face. "I don't understand...this dialect, it is...it is too old, I can't-"

"I can," Cereza said.

She stepped forward, her spine straight, her hair streaming down her back. She'd slipped away again to that dreaming place, her eyes bright and unfocused.

She drew a long breath.

"They have come to destroy us all," she said. "And now they have come for us, too, here on the edge of the Triune Seas, on the edge of the Empire. I was General Kirzan, though now, in my failure, I am nothing."

She let out a soft snarl. The ghost's snarl, Sirin realized with a shiver, channeled through her, through millennia. "I thought we would be safe, but I was too bold. I fear all else has fallen. Rashavir is long since drowned. We few are left."

Cereza frowned.

"I won't last long," she went on. The ghost shuddered, pressing his hand to his side. "This wound has stopped hurting. I've been a soldier long enough to know when a man's dying. Now it's to be my turn."

He choked a laugh. "At least I shall go with honor, and be one with the Great Leviathan. I pray my pain will become power, and will some day be bled out and forged into a weapon powerful enough to destroy this tricksome half-breed queen and her army of traitors and slaves. I've enough hope yet for that-"

She and the ghost let out a tandem cry of pain, her face twisting in time with his, as if she felt the same agony as this long-dead Aiatar general bleeding out alone, far from the starlight. Luca moved as if to touch her, but Sirin caught his shoulder, holding him back.

"Not long," Kirzan gasped. "We've shattered the Beacon, and sunk the Sentinel, its heart sundered by her power."

He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. "So many dead. So many of us, slaughtered. She is mighty, I'll grant her that. But what is left for her? What is left for any of them? She may be a sorceress, a trickster, a traitor, but Valeria will never truly be...truly be..."

Kirzan's voice faded. His ghost did, too, dissolving once more into nothingness. The whaleglass crumbled in Luca's palm. Cereza slumped, and Luca caught her, gently bearing her to the ground.

"What...what was that?" she panted.

"I don't know," Luca said. He scrubbed his hair back, gripping onto it so hard his knuckles blanched. "I don't know. Cereza, he said her name. He said Valeria."

She lifted her head. "Queen Valeria."

"The very same. You remember those paintings in the Palace, don't you? The tunnels, the witches-"

"You think this Valeria is our Valeria?" Her face was flushed, her lips parted. She grabbed Luca's shirt in both hands. "How is that possible? And Rashavir-"

"The Sunken Ruins?"

"They sank millennia ago. From what's known, anyhow. It's not as if anyone survives expeditions past the outer ruins long enough to report more. No one returns with knowledge, just trinkets and tales of ice tortoises bigger than ships..."

His eyes were alight, his entire body humming as if charged. "If the Aiatar were an empire, once, and they fell," he went on, "and if Rashavir sank, like this place- Cee, what if they were one and the same? The citadel of the Aiatar empire, and Sunken Rashavir?"

"And you suppose Valeria was the one to sink it? She would have to be thousands of years old, and Valeris was only built five-hundred years ago-"

"Five hundred thirty-seven," Luca recited. "Roughly."

"Five hundred thirty-seven, then. It's still too long."

"I don't know that either. But. But!" He let out a laugh, wild and half-mad. He looked half-mad too, his blond hair damp and flyaway, Puppy's light harshly illuminating his razor scars. He surged to his feet, bringing Cereza with him and whirling her around in some dervish dance. "You know what that means, don't you? Come on! Let's get out of here."

Luca, Sirin signed, but his back was turned and he'd already begun away, striding back toward the far side of the island.

"Can you take us up?" he asked Niive. She nodded, her face rigid, her eyes bright. She wiped at them, then with a shiver, transformed. Wind snapped through the cavern as she unfolded, feathers smoothing into wings, darkness massing into talons, the girl becoming in seconds a vast, black bird with a long neck and backswept wings. One golden eye rolled, tracking Sirin as she approached and climbed aboard.

She wound her hands deep into the soft, dense feathers at Niive's neck, and remembered the collars around the slaves' throats, and felt again her own scar like it was new-made, how cold the knife had been, how cold her blood as she held it in with both hands.

They wound up through the ruins, retracing their steps, emerging into the clean, cooling air of late afternoon. The sky arched deep blue overhead, so vivid it hurt. The light had fallen low over the sea, touching the tops of the waves with gold. Luca and Cereza conspired together, then faced Sirin with matching goblin grins.

"Queen Valeria was our ancestor, you'll recall," Luca said. "Hundreds of years ago she came to Lapidaean shores and liberated our island from the chains of Estara. She founded the Valere dynasty and began our way of life-"

Asking for nothing in return from the people she liberated it from, I assume.

"It was war, Sirin. Civil war had split-"

I know about the Sundered Empire, Luca.

"Yes. Yes. Sorry. Well- she's a legend. A hero. A real hero. She's said to have loved a witch- an Aiatar- and had command of all kinds of fell magics. I always figured the history had been considerably embroidered, but what if it's true? All of it? What if, Sirin?"

He moved toward her, his eyes shining, all of him shining. Earth and sky, he was beautiful. His hands caught hers, moving to her shoulders, her face. "What if she was there, when the Aiatar had their magic? What if she had it, too?"

Sirin blinked, as if to say and?

"We must find her. Writings. Artifacts. I don't know. Sirin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but we have to go back to Lapide."

Dread knifed her in the gut.

She wrenched from his hands and stumbled back. No, she signed. No. No. No.

"Please, if you'll just listen-"

No! She slashed her hands through the air, and shadow exploded between them, driving him back and sucking the air clean of its drowsy afternoon heat. Sirin whirled and stalked downslope, not caring when she left the path. Ruins rose around her, lizards and insects skittering out of her way. Shadow walked with her, settling around her in a swirling cloud. Her head ached, her nerves burning, the pain swelling the more she pulled. She didn't stop. It suited her, the raw chafing ache of it, the jolt of despair that came with each footfall.

She heard Luca scrambling after her. "Sirin," he called.

She stopped, then turned, looking upslope. He stood a few feet away, just out of the swirling reach of her shadows. The darkness reflected onto his face, drawing its angles tighter, the gray of his eyes dulled.

He was standing too close. If she lashed out, if she lost control again, he might suffer more than a bruise and a sprained arm. Horror speared her as she imagined him falling, bleeding, dying, torn apart by her shadows.

A sob shuddered up her throat, trapped behind her teeth. With it came a swell of power, nearly too strong for her restraint. She had to get him away from her. She had to, or she- it- might hurt him again.

"It's the only way," he said. "If there was another, I'd do it."

Would you? she signed. Seems yours is ever the only way.

"Do you have another suggestion?"

Do you know what they did to me? Your people. She felt her face twist in a snarl. Your beloved nation, the shores you so desperately seek to see again.

His eyes flicked to the scar on her throat. "I know what the slavers-"

No, you don't. You don't know what it was like. You don't know the madness, the shame, the horror. Every time I saw a Lapidaean face, every time I heard a Lapidaean voice, I saw them again. The monsters, the corpses. The bodies in the surf.

In the surf, in the sand, in the smoke. Small bundles of rags, the tide coming up the beach to wash them clean. The tide turned red, the smoke underlit red, the burn in her muscles as she told herself run, run, you'll survive if only you can make it to the rocks. She might have hid there. She might have scrambled free of the slavers' nets and fled to the prophet's cave, surrounded by grave-dolls and ghosts, a terrified child cowering amongst the dead.

For a moment the grief threatened to overwhelm her, send her gibbering back into the past, gone mad at last.

You don't know what it was like to see your world die, she told him. To see everything you know die.

"You didn't, Sirin. You survived." He reached out, then, and stepped from the safety of sunlight and into her shadows. They engulfed him, unnatural wind tugging at his clothes. She saw his face tense as the cold hit him, but he didn't stop, not until he was close enough to touch her.

"You're right," he told her. "I don't understand. I can never understand, and I can never atone for what my country did to yours. But this-"

He pressed his fist into the center of his palm. "This is hope, Sirin. This we can make right. This we can change."

Hope, Sirin thought. Where had her hope gone? It died, Valere. It died with my people, on a black beach at the end of the world.

"Please, Sirin," Luca said. "Come with me. Come with me. Not...not just for Lapide, for the Leviathan. For you. For us."

Sirin wanted to laugh, or cry, or scream.

Did you plan this all along? she signed. Scheme this to your will so you can go back to your palace, back to your war, the prince victorious?

His eyes widened. "Triune, no-"

He cut off as skeins of shadow twined from the dark, over his chest, his back, the fluttering pulse in his neck. He shivered, his eyes drifting shut. The expression on his face was not fear. He looked at peace with her claws against his throat.

Maybe I was right to think I am your lady monster, she told him. Tame monster, pet monster, eating from your hand.

"You're not a monster, Sirin."

Maybe I should be. Maybe I should go back with you to Lapide. I don't think I demonstrated my power well enough last time.

Luca's exhale was shaky, his eyes bright. "Sirin," he said. "I know you're suffering, and I swear to you-"

Save it, Valere. I don't want your promises.

"And I'm bloody tired of your secrets," Luca snapped. "I felt it, you know. When you damn near broke my arm. I felt your power. It felt the same as the dark magic that warped those fish. Is that what you wanted when you half killed yourself out in the Great Blue?"

She stared at him.

"Why did you not tell me about it? I could- I could help you, I could-"

I don't want your help.

"What? Why not?" She saw the suspicion hit him, awestruck and awful. "Triune. Did you kill those fish? Did the power come from you?"

Sirin lifted her hands. No words came forth. She couldn't make herself move; the cold of her shadows was inside her, too. Luca stared at her, breathing hard, fists at his sides, his entire body shaking. Earth and sky, she wanted to go to him, to pull him under and lose herself and forget. Her shadows howled, her memories like knives.

Traitor, the dead whispered, or maybe that was just herself. You have betrayed us, our memories, our deaths. You should have died before you let yourself love him. You should have died rather than let yourself become what you are.

At last her hands obeyed her.

If you go back to Lapide, she told Luca, it will be without me.

"What? Sirin, no-"

You've made it clear. You do not need me.

"Yes, I do," Luca said. His eyes shone. It was like she was being gutted, like being wrenched apart. "Sirin-"

She jerked her head, cutting him off. I am going to the docks and taking the first ship to anywhere. You won't see me again.

"No. Sirin, please, no."

I have made my decision.

"Why?"

You know why.

"Because you're scared?" He moved closer, so close Sirin felt the heat of him through the chill of her shadows. "Because this could all go wrong, because you'd have to stop pretending you're a monster and admit you feel more in your heart than bloodlust and anger? Because hiding inside your monstrousness is the only way you can get out of admitting you're just as afraid as I am? Go on, then."

He gave her a shove; she stumbled back, her shadows falling in surprise. "Lie to me, and make a fool of yourself, because we all know out of the two of us you're no good at it. Lie to me. Because you're too much of a coward to-"

Sirin grabbed him by his shirt front and wrenched him close. His words cut off; his gasp hissed between his clenched teeth. She saw the muscle flutter in his jaw, the tremble of his lashes. A tear streaked his face. He didn't blink, not even as the last of her shadows unfurled from her, turning to smoke as the sunlight spread and shattered them. He just stared at her, and Sirin stared at him, unrelenting.

"Go on," Luca said, at last. There was no more confusion in his voice, no more pleading, no more anger. It was quiet, little more than a whisper. "Do what you have to do. Show me how much of a monster you really are."

Sirin held onto him for a moment longer, her knuckles hard against his skin. Through them she felt his heartbeat. His life, so easily ended.

She let him go. He fell against the rubble of the burned city, still staring up at her, breathing hard. Sirin turned on her heel and walked away, her spine rigid.

She didn't look back.

#grave of the great leviathan #tales of the great leviathan #fantasy fiction #original fiction #serial novel #chapter 16

[a-shadow-far-cast]

Floss, @florenceuptonshadow

I’m loving this trend where people seem to think that I have any control over Lissy and her actions. Almost as much as I like the trend where people assume I can limit Molly, a whole civilian with a Do-Not-Weave order, in any way. We may look alike, but we do not share the same brain--I can’t control her, either. Even if I could, I’d face hell from brass for trying.

Hell, the idea of Molly doing something potentially dangerous may be the shock Lissy needs to get her to come back to Earth. I think we can all agree that what this shitstrom needs is for them to talk...but obviously, that’s a little difficult with Pan taking on an unplanned mission without telling anyone.

I’ve patched in Cereza to this little discourse (say hi to the scary-ass assassin, she is reading this)

---

Hello Floss,

I’ve recently had a short meeting with Pan. She was very candid about passing desires of being mother but was also very dismissive that it could happen. If she knew about her physical exam prior to this conversation...I’m afraid she is either in a dangerous state of denial of pregnancy, or she has no plans on carrying to term.

How much does Molly know, exactly? it’s bad enough that she may know of Pan’s pregnancy before even Pan has come to grips with it, but does she yet know that Pan is battling a possible psychiatric disorder because of it? I cannot predict her reaction, but it can only help if someone sat Molly down and told her the truth, rather than just allowing the rumor mill to run rampant.

In any case, we are enough to protect her should Molly decide to go off on her own. Both she and Pan need to react in their own natural way--the most we can do is simply be there to protect them.

Together with Amy, we will keep  Pan on a track that hopefully points her home. I suggest you find a partner that will help you do the same with Molly. Don’t do this on your own.

--Cereza

__

Hi. Me again.

I know there’s a lot in the air thanks to this one pregnancy upending everything we’ve known. It should not be possible, but here we are. I have to echo Cereza--the best we can do is act as guard rails and keep Pan and Molly from hurting themselves. Or each other.

To that end, I offer my help. Molly and I lived with Pan for quite some time in the Panem theater, perhaps she’d do well with seeing a friendly face. Just say the word and I’ll put a pin in what I’m doing. Haven’t seen Cambridge in some time, anyway.

Keep me appraised, I’ll let the rest of MDL know what’s going on.

-Eleanor.