#heavenly decree

[liroyalty]

【MUSE INFO SHEET | Ｒｅｐｏｓｔ，　ｄｏｎ＇ｔ　Ｒｅｂｌｏｇ】

{𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼}

Name: Suzanne Ying li Fiorenobila Alias: Princess of Camellia, Midnight Princess, Divine Empress of Night, Demonic Princess Gender: Female Age: 21 Years Old Species: Chosen(Demi-god-like being) Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

{𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true Religion: Ying Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience Languages: English, Italian, French, Japanese, Chinese, Latin, Russian & German Family: King John Forzabellica li Fiorenobila(Father), Queen Rosa li Fiorenobila(Mother)(deceased), Crown Princess Ann Yang li Fiorenobila(Older Sister), Prince Slane Exeter li Fiorenobila(twin brother)(deceased[expect in v!the boy who survives]), Countess Catherine Daisywood li Fiorenobila(aunt) Friends: Beasverville(hellhound pet), Mary Maria Bexley, Zefiro-Michael Cavolilla Vansnow & Nathaniel Arlington Knightborne Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / other Relationship status: single / dating(engaged to marry Seth de'Lareryth Heart) / married / widowed / open relationship / other Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds Scars?: N/A Facial Features?: N/A Tattoos?: N/A

{𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮}

Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

{𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼}

Name: Ann Yang li Fiorenobila Alias: Crown Princess of Camellia, Heavenly Holy Maiden, The Princess of Light Gender: Female Age: 25 Years Old Species: Chosen(Demi-god-like being) Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

{𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true Religion: Yang Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience Languages: English, Italian, French, Japanese, Chinese, Latin, Russian & German Family: King John Forzabellica li Fiorenobila(Father), Queen Rosa li Fiorenobila(Mother)(deceased), Princess Suzanne Ying li Fiorenobila(Younger Sister), Countess Catherine Daisywood li Fiorenobila(aunt) Friends: Arabella St.Buckingham, Arthur Brock Bexley & Johanna Josepha Bexley Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual(Hetero-leaning) / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / other Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds Scars?: N/A Facial Features?: N/A Tattoos?: N/A

{𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮}

Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

Tagging by - @xxlordalexanderxx :D

Tagging - YOU!!! *points at* YOU LOOKING AT THIS RIGHT NOW.

#musings [lore and ideas] #suzanne aesthetic(varies trigger warnings) 【in darkness blooms the spider lily】 #ann yang li fiorenobila {heavenly holy maiden} #headcanons [a royal decree!]

[protagonistscum]

*gently holds hc* yes i love when the traveler is morally ambiguous but tends to lean towards morally good bc that’s how how their friends tend to lean towards. it’s about their connection to their friends; rather than what’s truly right or wrong 

#also fics that write the traveler as ruthless... uhg my BELOVED #they only get involved if they care for the poeple who are in the situation OR the situation is fucking them up #ie. when REX LAPIS FELL FROM THE SKY. that situation fucked them up! so obviously they needed to get to the bottom of it. #the vision hunt decree? ayaka had to get the traveler to make connections to actually get involved in the entire situation. #i also hold onto the idea that they are not human. and therefore have a different connection to humanity and gods. #they are immortals themselves. but they're so used to traveling! did they ever actually get a chance to CONNECT to anyone besides their #sibling? like. home is where they are together. home isn't a place. it is a person. and they are always on the move. #is this like. the first time the traveler has gotten a chance to actually connect to people of different worlds? #like the abyss sibling CLEARLY got attached to this world while the traveler slept. #you dont want to destroy the heavenly principles if you weren't in love with the land that they destroyed. #was teyvat the first place they fell in love with? and is taking revenge for? #enough that they tell their sibling to figure out why they feel this way. by traveling the world. #despite the need to be together again. #and the traveler goes out and just. makes a connection to so many people. whom they would now drop anything for to help out. #the traveler is slowly falling in love with teyvat and the people in it #i know they're supposed to be the main character (therefore we are) but i project so much stuff that they are their own character now

[powerandglorytv]

RULERSHIP AND DECREES.

#rulership #decrees #dimensions #glory #mystery #spirituality #angel #realm #heavenly #heaven #power #revelation #kingdom #father #holy spirit #energy #light #ascension #creation #life #resurrection

[divergent-holiness]

"I am your shield"

"You are a weakness"

#righteous sword of the lord ✞michael✞ #(in)subordinate of the angels; ultraprologue ✞ellie✞ #echoing of empty halls ╬ultrakill au╬ #I am your shield☆I am His failure #I am divine strength☆I have never felt so weak #His Holiness does decree《Heavenly Promo》Tattered Banner #Ficlet? story? idk coming soon;St Bee

[haunted-xander]

Since people seem to really like my vision requirements illustrations, I figured I could elaborate on my theories/headcanons!

(EDIT: Since people keep mentioning it in the tags of the illust. post, so just to be clear, I am well aware Archons don't hand out visions personally😅 it IS however heavily implied they have a subconcious effect on who gets one, even if they have no active say. It's why no electro visions where granted during Inazumas vision hunt decree, for example)

Anemo: Purpose.

Anemo users have been unsure or hesitant about how to live their lives or what to do at some point, but all ended up finding something to strive for. Venti found purpose in rebuilding Mondstadt after Decarabian fell, to make the nation a place that the nameless bard would've loved to live in.

Jean found purpose as the Dandelion Knight, Xiao found purpose in serving Morax, Wanderer found purpose in freedom etc. Everyone has something they find fullfilment in.

Geo: Determination.

Geo users have a set path and/or ideal they live by, something they will not budge on no matter what. Zhongli is solid on his contracts, the written word is law and cannot be allowed to go broken, regardless of circumstances. His path is one of mutual agreement and fairness, to ensure everyone and everything gets their due.

Ningguang walks the path of Liyue's pillar, Noelle walks the path of self-improvement, Itto walk the path of acceptance etc. They are determined in their ways and will not bend them.

Electro: Protection.

Electro users all have something/someone they hold dear, and will do anything to ensure it's safety and longevity. Ei loved her sister more than anything else, and would've done anything to keep her safe and alive. Her actions in Inazuma was her terribly misguided way of "protecting" it from erosion, to keep the nation her sister loved so much in prosperity in her place.

Sara wants to protect her people, Keqing wants to protect Liyue's prosperity, Fischl wants to protect her imagination and fantasies etc. They hold things close to their heart and will do anything to protect it.

Dendro: Understanding.

Dendro users are seekers of knowledge and wisdom, wishing to understand the world around them and all that lives in it. Nahida wants to understand people, for wisdom means nothing when it can't be put to practice. People aren't something that can easily be comprehended by textbook knowledge, they must be observed extensively first-hand to even begin to understand.

Baizhu wants to understand the secrets of immortality, Kirara wants to understand human society, Collei wants to understand how to help others etc. They earnestly search for ways to expand their world.

Hydro: Duty.

Hydro users tend to have a strong sense of responsibility and personal principles they live by. We don't know enough about Furina to say for sure what her deal is right now, but I speculate her duty is closely connected to the Heavenly Principles, and that she views herself as Celestia's "executioner" so to speak.

Ayato's duty is to the yashiro commision, Candace's duty is to the desert-dwellers, Childe's duty is to the Tsaritsa etc. They have solid loyalties and set principles they work by.

Pyro: Passion.

Pyro users are full of love and passion for what they do, dedicating themselves whole-heartedly to their chosen field. We know very little about Murata, so it's hard to say what she's like. As the God of War I assume she has a passion for battle? Who knows.

Yoimiya is passionate about fireworks, Bennett is passionate about adventuring, Diluc is passionate about defending Mondstadt etc. They have a profound love of life and what is in it.

Cryo: Contradiction.

Cryo users are at odds with themselves, rife with inner conflicts and clashing desires. The Tsaritsa is described as an archon with no love for her people, and has been noted to have grown cold post-cataclysm. Her harbingers, most notably Childe, say otherwise, though. She's not unloving, but she is disillusioned and vengeful. Her hatred for Teyvat and Celestia is at odds with her love of her people.

Rosaria is conflicted with her lifestyle(s), Ayaka is conflicted with her status and wants, Kaeya is conflicted with his loyalties etc. They are torn by irreconcilable opposites.

#some extra things of note: the requirements can range from being very literal to more abstract in characters views #for example: hydro users like ayato & kokomi have direct duties as leaders #whereas ones like nilou & mona are more personal. some are also more about 'principles' than 'duty' (like barbara & xingqiu) #also i feel the need to clarify that dilucs passion is very specifically the ACT of defending mond #not necessarily the lasting protection of it(tho he does ofc care about that too) #venti #barbatos #zhongli #morax #rex lapis #raiden shogun #raiden ei #beelzebul #nahida #kusanali #buer #furina #focalors #murata #the tsaritsa #genshin impact #xander rambles #only tagging the archons bc i ran out of tags :P

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Greek Mythology

Styx (Στυξ meaning "Hated") was the Titan goddess of the underworld River Styx in Greek mythology. She was the embodiment of hatred and detestation. This made her one of the most feard Titans. During the "Golden Age" of the Titans, Styx was the guardian of the Underworld. Before the war, she was married to her cousin Pallas (god of warcraft), son of Crius (god of heavenly constellations) and Eurybia (goddess of mastery of the sea). However, Pallas was killed during the war. Throughout most of the war, Styx remained neutral, like her parents and siblings, the River gods and Ocean nymphs. During the last battle of the Titan War, she chose to side with Zeus (king of the gods) and the Olympians, giving her four children, Bia (goddess of force), Cratus (god of power), Zelos (god of rivalry) and Nike (goddess of victory) in her service. To honour her, Zeus decreed that the solemn oaths of the gods be sworn by the water of Styx

artwork by Yliade

#MythEdit #MythologyEdit #FYeahMyths #Greek Mythology #FantasyEdit #Titan Goddess #Goddesses #My Edit

[corpsebasil]

hi!! since your requests are open I was wondering if you could write a nikolai x a grisha reader that can summon the dead -> when someone from the palace finds out they try to kill her/get rid of her and nikolai tries to keep her safe since she's not evil or harmful <3 tumblr sadly won't let me make this post anonymously idk why though

I can indeed bestie

The Grisha had never seen such power.

They murmured curses and prayers under their breath as she passed in chains, her head held high, refusing to do anything besides look down her nose at the people she’d saved in the battle against the Darkling.

Hundreds. Hundreds of people still lived and breathed thanks to her gift of Summoning. Sure, the Sun Summoner was a Saint thanks to her light, and the Darkling had been revered for centuries for his darkness. But she. She was something different, and had never used her power as a weapon before that day.

“Witch.” A Grisha snarled as she passed, no matter the fact that the word in itself was derogatory towards the Grisha. She turned her head slowly, locking eyes with the man.

“What did you call me?” She asked, voice heavenly in its softness, and his face blanched.

“Y/N—” a hand grasped her arm, the guards around her bristling as the intruder interrupted her path to the dais. Towards the execution that would surely follow. “I’m going to get you out of this. I swear it.”

Prince Nikolai’s eyes were desperate as he stared at you, but a lethal calm had settled through your body, your soul, the minute you had stepped out onto the battlefield. He’d been your lover for the past several months, the fling beginning the moment he’d seen you hiding in the garden, secretly bringing a hawk back to life. The poor thing had been injured and fallen out of a tree, the fall too far for survival, but your steady hands guided it gently from the Afterlife, your heart breaking at the unnecessary loss. The bird loved you, even still, and had perched on your shoulder as you went into war, it’s battle cry vicious when it dove for the enemy Grisha.

“I will accept punishment.” You informed the prince, unused to any show of wild emotion from him. Sure, he’d flirted with you since he’d met you, and was a merciless tease, but the bedroom is where you got the know His Highness very, very well. Hours and hours of lips and tongues and hands, although you always kicked him out after, to his chagrin. “Do not insult me by causing a scene.”

He looked hurt, watching with a panicked expression as you stepped closer to the Queen. She still had the authority until the prince was crowned and, though he had sway, the ultimate decision would be her own. Her last decree, if anything; a last stand to power.

“Do you admit to the crimes against the world you committed during the battle against General Kirigan?” The queen demanded, watching with a sneer as the guards forced Y/N onto her knees.

The girl cocked her head, as if listening to something. She’d always heard the whispers of the fallen, and now they urged her on. Gave her strength.

“I do.” She said calmly, too calmly, and the queen shifted in her seat.

Y/N had walked out onto that battlefield, hawk perched on her shoulder, and Nikolai had balked. He felt fear, genuine fear, when the girl had clasped her hands together and then threw her arms out, raising them above her hand with a clawing motion. As if she was pulling something out of the ground. As if she was Summoning—

The Grisha had screamed, some even wept, as hands shot from the Earth, dragging themselves free from the dirt’s confines. And Y/N had moved forward, flanked on each side by an army, an army, of over a thousand dead Grisha, still able to use their power against the enemy. The opposite side of the war had balked; most ran in outright terror, some fainted, but a few brave souls tried to stand their ground.

But how can you kill the dead?

Afterwards, amid the silence, Y/N had stood still as her army of undead warriors dipped their heads to her, grateful for one last chance to defend their country and home. And when she blew a magic enhanced breath towards them, her hands guiding the air, they vanished in a cloud of smoke and ash, their journey back to the underworld commenced.

She’d been arrested the moment she arrived back at the palace, not even allowed the time to clean up before she was dragged into the throne room. Dark magic, they claimed. Forbidden. Nevermind that she had saved their sorry asses.

“And what—” the queen asked, glaring down at her. “do you think is an appropriate punishment for your…heresy?”

“Is it heresy to save your Grisha?” She mused, eyes narrowing further. “I have used my gifts to defeat the Darkling. I am—”

“Your gifts?” The queen’s tone was mocking and Y/N bristled. “I hope that you mean your curse.”

“It is a gift, Your Majesty.“ She insisted, even as she met the queen’s hateful glare with her own. “Do not mistake me for weak. I do not apologize.”

The queen thrust her hand out abruptly, pissed, and pointed to the nearest guard.

“Bring her head to me.” The queen snarled, and Y/N, despite herself, tensed with fear when the guard approached, sliding his sword out.

Her heart stopped as she swallowed, trying to ignore the blade and what it would feel like striking her neck.

“You will not.” Nikolai lunged forward out of the crowd, stepping into the guard’s path. “She protected you. Defended you.” This he said to the Grisha, his savage glare upon them. “You would allow one of your own to die over—over fear?” He spat on the floor, at the queen’s feet, and his mother recoiled. “The gift for saviors is death, is it?” His tone became deadly, eyes narrowed even as Y/N gaped up at him in surprise. “Then kill me, too. Because I have known of her power for months, and have never feared it.”

Y/N knew that was a lie, knew that he’d flinched when she’d summoned the Grisha, but… could he mean it when he said he believed her innocence? Could the prince of Ravka somehow save her?

“This witch has blinded you.” His mother said, glaring down at the pair. “You do not know what you say.”

“I know she saved hundreds of Grisha.” Nikolai pushed, voice hard. “I know that she hasn’t used her power, has repressed it, until it was completely necessary. I know that I care about her, and if you kill her, you will not have a king to succeed you.”

The queen blanched, Y/N’s mouth hanging open in shock, as Grisha murmured to themselves in the crowd. Nikolai turned and met his lover’s stare with a look of sorrow, before glaring back up at the queen.

“Kill her,” he warned, pointing a damning finger at the queen. “and I’ll follow right after her into the afterlife. I will not live in a world without her.” Then he smirked, half-heartedly, tossing his eyes to his Grisha lover. “Perhaps she’d pull us both back from death if she tried.”

The queen’s face was red hot, but she stood, waving the guards away. When she spoke, her voice weakened, and something in Nikolai relaxed. He’d almost seen the love of his life’s head taken off, for Saints sakes.

“I see you have chosen your side.” She accused him, her expression tight. “Fine. Spare the girl. But if she’s caught meddling with the dead again…” the silent threat was enough. Y/N bristled but stood, inclining her head in the most insignificant motion of deference possible that the queen almost changed her mind.

And so Y/N stood, head high as the guards unlocked her binds, before she strode quickly and stoically out of the throne room.

-

She’d taken one step into her room before her face crumpled, her knees giving out as she slid onto the floor. Her hawk, watching from its perch on the windowsill, clicked its beak at her as if in question.

She wiped her tears away with her hands and heaved for breath, her fear of almost being beheaded gripping her entire body. And then a knock sounded, the door opening slowly as a person moved into the room. He sat on the floor beside her, not speaking, just offering her his company as she calmed herself down.

“Thank you.” She whispered, sniffing as she turned her head to look at him. Nikolai’s expression was pained, full of sorrow and something warmer, and her heart seized a bit inside her chest. “For…saving me.”

“Thank you for saving us.” He murmured, reaching out to hold her hand in his own. He took a deep, steadying breath, before looking up at her. “I will find you somewhere. Somewhere nice to—to live.” He swallowed. “Did you know I own a house not even half an hour away from here? Lovely place. There’s even a small pond you could swim in.”

“Nikolai, I cant—”

“You don’t have to stay here. Not after being so thoroughly disrespected.” His blue eyes were sad, but a small smile still appeared on his face. He had threatened to…to follow her if she was executed. She felt her breathing grow shallow as he spoke, still holding her hand in his own. “Although I will miss you. But I can visit on weekends, or—”

She moved forward, gripping his jacket as she pressed her mouth to his, a tear slipping down her cheek as she kissed him. And when she pulled away, running a thumb down his cheek, she shook her head.

“Where you go, I go.” She promised, absentmindedly wiping the moisture off her face. “If you want to stay here, to live here, then I’ll stay with you.” She smiled shyly, absorbing the look of adoration he was giving her. “You’ll be king. No one can hurt me but you.”

“Never.” He swore, tugging her close as he placed a soft kiss to her mouth. “I’d never hurt you.”

She believed him. And then her thoughts turned mischievous.

“You know what you can do to console me after my near death experience?” She teased, amusement washing over his features as he raised an eyebrow.

“What might that be?” He asked, feigning confused even as he pulled her onto his lap. So she leaned in, murmuring a couple of words into his ear, and the mumbled curse that left his lips made her laugh. And then she squeaked in surprise as he lifted her, locking the door before tossing her onto her bed.

hello I hope this is something like what you wanted

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #wattpad #shadow and bone imagine #fluff

[arseholism]

Just like a goddess on heavenly decree..

She roams mortal lands oblivious and free..

Her lingering perfume captivates my soul..

She smiles, she smiles, she makes me feel whole..

Just like a goddess from beyond earthly skies..

She looks at me softly with her sparkling eyes..

I’m captured, I’m frozen, I’m caught unaware..

A slave to her charms, oh how utterly unfair!

[neverchecking]

I come to you with not just a request but a challenge koridai x reader nsfw with a side of breeding kink please, I dare you.

(Honestly just do what you can I want to see if someone can make nsfw with koridai, like in general and I believe in your skills) (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

nhhh you guys understand that I can't back down from a challenge , >:( /J

Smut so MDNI! 18+

Everyone go thank @angry-trashcan for making this 10x more painful. Enjoy :D

Smut CW: Breeding Kink, Ko*idai, I kept it G/N but there is talk of trapping reader with a baby. I never confirm if it is possible with Ko*idai's partner though.

"Golly."

There weren't enough words in the Hyrulean language to describe the pure, unfiltered bliss he was feeling. From the buzz deep down in his toes to the mindless feeling of mindless lust clouding any and all rational thought in his soupy brain right now.

All he knew was that you were such a sight to behold. The sheen of your skin as sweat dripped down in salty pearls down every curve of your flesh glowed in the limited last, casting your form in a heavenly glow so perfectly suited for you. Anything painting you as the divine deity he knew you to be suited you.

Golden Goddess above, even the shine of your eyes, watching him as you sunk down his shaft only to raise yourself up once more has him shaking in want. His arms were already locked around your back, feeling the heat pulsate off of your flushed skin, as your own hands laid on his shoulders, pushing down with every move you made or letting up to let you sink back down. It was a continuous rhythm you picked up for yourself. Something that kept him yearning for more but placated enough he wouldn't dare disobey your command.

Who was he to do so anyway?

He was nothing more than a servant to your demand. Your glorious decree.

"I really, really need you to stop talking." You panted, raising one of your hands to comb through his bands, pushing them back before using them to pull his head back. Your eyes were half-lidded as you stared down at him, daring him to speak back to your demand. Why would he ever dream of such a thing? "You sometimes ruin the mood."

He understood that his language was a bit more...primitive when considered against the other males traveling in your caravan, but who had you, bouncing on his lap, spreading a fiery trail down his back with your every touch? Not them. Who had the privilege of feeling your lips on his ear, gently sucking on the shell of it before taking it between your teeth?

Him.

"Golly, Y/N," He stuttered, squeezing you closer. "You do feel so good."

You groaned around his ear, hips stuttering for a second before picking up your pace once more. That only had to mean good things, right? You had to have enjoyed his talking more than you let on. That had to be the only reason.

"Makes me wanna give you some babies." He purred, trailing his hands up your sides. You burrowed your face further into his neck, shifting from steady bounces to grinding with him still buried deep inside you. "Would you like that? Me filling you up, making you such a perfect parent?"

His grip around your hips tightened, rocking you back and forth before shifting you to move up and down once again. What a beautiful idea that was. Filling you with his kids. You would make such a pretty house spouse!

He had spent far too long getting his heart broken by undesirable scum he foolishly thought could fill a hole in his heart. Too long listening to them spit out some pathetic excuse of "Their dog just suddenly died" or "I forgot to fold some dishes" only for them to disappear out of his life.

Phewee with that! He had no care for them these days anyway. Not when he had you! Effervescent you. Who he would never let go.

You were never leaving him now. He wouldn't let you! And you wouldn't be able to pull away from him. No. He was far stronger than you with the power glove, so he could easily out-do you physically. Any magic you could think to throw at him, he could easily turn right back around on you! And, while he portrayed a dimmer persona, he could see far beyond any silly plan you could come up with.

Might as well cut it all out before it has the chance to lay roots!

His hands moved your own hips faster, up and down, over and over again, all but dropping you back onto his lap before picking you up once more to repeat the process.

It was such a euphoric feeling, making his gut tighten as your clung onto him for dear life, pushing him to lay back on the bed as his hips took over the movements for him. "Golly- Gee, Y/N!"

Your groan barely resonated in his ears before he was stilling, cock buried as deep as he could go, and holding you in place.

"GOLLY-"

You shouldn't have been surprised when the arms around your back went slack, Koridai quickly falling asleep under you before he could even pull out.

Should've slept with Legend instead.

(Y'all are lucky I left out the "Koridai moans out his own name" bit Bailey and I came up with >:()

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #I cannot believe im writing a cursed link. #But here I am #thats okay I love a good challenge #koridai x reader #lu koridai #lu koridai x reader #Hope you enjoy :D #This started off as me taking this seriously #and then Bailey and I started talking #And that quickly got scrapped

[harmonysanreads]

Imagine... reincarnation au with yandere!raiden ei who just can't seem to have you in any life.

Or well, any of your lives to be exact as fate had preordained an endless cycle of gain and loss for her, ever so saved from the chilly embrace of death, of erosion. That's not to say your first ‘life’ with her was exactly determined to have an eventual parting—far from that and this (self) assurance ultimately created the deathliest crack on her trust in immortality.

You were a little different back in those days splattered with blood and ichor but, what remained eternal was the humanity and the reflection of an undefiled soul in your eyes—and which, she fell in love with. Despite the surges of elemental currents flowing through your body and an aura that suggested a little more, you had a heart and a pair of [e/c] eyes more humane than any mortals' and every one of your glances that shook Ei to her core was directed at her.

It was only natural, she'd admitted. Only someone as gentle and peaceful as Makoto could hope to hold your attention, adoration and perhaps that beautiful heart, too? Only someone as true as Raiden Makoto could stand beside you, after all. Ei had not complained or allowed even the littlest of these feelings to escape ; the occasional conversations you shared with her and the accidental brushes of your hand against hers was enough to keep her satisfied. If it's Makoto, she didn't mind. If it's you, she would keep her desires locked for another five thousand years. But what is she expected to do or to feel when you end the promise of an eternity alongside her sister?

She searches for another, one unbound by the fleeting nature of the world, one unrestricted by the humane emotions, an unchanging, perennial eternity carved from the same dream. To achieve that she'd forsake anything : her body, her emotions and even take away her people's ambitions.

Following that, many things had transpired. One such day with the Sakuko Decree in effect, as she strolled through the almost deserted paths of Narukami on a rare break from her endless meditation and saw her sanctuary through the puppet's eyes, she noticed a tense figure draped in silks suggesting otherwise of being a foreigner. Upon advancing closer, the figure of you garbed in costly Inazuman clothing and the ever so luminescent pair of [e/c] threw her whole world upside down.

Had the icy heart of the Heavenly Principles finally thawed upon her tireless work to achieve Eternity? Was this the reward, the second chance she'd so begged to receive? Unable to control her excitement she practically leaped towards you and called out your name. You responded with a visage painted with confusion and startle, questioning how she knew but then you mirrored her earlier urgency, quickly adding that you were lost and in search of your husband.

Huh. It seemed like your endearing ditz remained unchanged, too. Though soon she found some less endearing things leaking through your posture ; your flighty glances around the vicinity, twirling of thumbs and a look of silent panic barely contained. She was confused now, what exactly were you so frightened for? Beasts and monsters? Or nobushis harboring ill intent? Or was it the Shogunate?

The answer to that could wait though. Right now, her top priority was to keep you safe and make sure not to repeat the same mistake this time. So, she offered you residency at the Tenshukaku and a promise to send a guard to find your...your.....husband?

The realization dawns on her along with a bone-chilling chime. In seconds your body is blocked by another and a reflection electrifies her stare. Her very own creation stands before her, with you in his grasp and the weight of your relationship with him resounds like a koto's broken string.

It seemed like the Heavenly Principles had a whole array of unfunny jokes set for her.

good luck with everyone's wanderer pulls!

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[journeytothewestresearch]

Peng Doesn't Like Farts

Fans of Lego Monkie Kid, as many of you may already know, Peng is based on an ancient monster king appearing in chapters 74 to 77 of  Journey to the West (Xiyouji, 西遊記, 1592). In the end of his arc, he is trapped above the Buddha's throne and submits to Buddhism. But you may not know that this very same character appears in a later novel, The Complete Vernacular Biography of Yue Fei (Shuo Yue quanzhuan, 說岳全傳, 1684 CE; a.k.a. The Story of Yue Fei). Peng is exiled from paradise for ... and I'm not joking ... killing a stellar spirit for farting during the Buddha's sermon.

Chapter one of Yue Fei's biography reads:

Let’s talk about the Buddha Tathagata at the Great Thunderclap Monastery in the Western Paradise. One day, he sat on a nine-level lotus throne, and the Four Great Bodhisattvas, the Eight Great Vajra Warriors, the five hundred Arhats, the three thousand Heavenly Kings, nuns and monks, male and female attendants, all of the heavenly sages who protect the Dharma, gathered to listen to his lecture on the Lotus Sutra. His words were like flowers and precious jewels raining from the heavens. But, at that time, a star-spirit, the Maiden Earth Bat, who had been listening to the lecture from beneath the lotus throne, couldn’t bear it any longer and unexpectedly let out a stinky fart. The Buddha was a great, merciful lord, so he didn’t mind even the slightest bit. But don’t sympathize with the Dharma protector above his head, the “Great Peng, the Golden-Winged King of Illumination,” whose eyes shone with golden light and whose back was a scene of auspiciousness. He became angry when he saw the nasty, filthy Maiden Earth Bat, and so he unfurled both his wings and dropped down to kill the spirit by pecking her on the head. The light-point of her soul shot out of the Great Thunderclap Monastery and went to the Lands of the East (China) in the world below to find a mother and reincarnate. She was reborn as a daughter of the Wang clan. She would later marry the Song Prime minister Qin Hui (1091-1155) and come to cruelly kill the righteous (i.e. Yue Fei) as a means to get revenge against today’s enemy. We will talk about this later. Let’s return to the Buddha, who saw what happened with his all-seeing eyes and exclaimed, “Good! Good! It turns out that this is an episode of karma (cause and effect).” Then he called the Great Peng bird to come closer and shouted, “You evil creature! You already took refuge in my teachings. How can you not follow the five precepts by daring to commit such a horrible crime? I don’t need you here; you will descend to the mortal world to pay off your (karmic) debt and wait until you have fulfilled your work. Once that is completed, only then will I allow you to return to the mountain to achieve the right fruit (Buddhist merit).” The Great Peng complied with the decree, flying out of the Great Thunderclap Monastery directly to the Lands of the East to be reincarnated. We will stop here (translation by me). 且說西方極樂世界大雷音寺我佛如來，一日端坐九品蓮臺，旁列著四大菩薩、八大金剛、五百羅漢、三千偈諦、比丘尼、比丘僧、優婆夷、優婆塞，共諸天護法聖眾，齊聽講說妙法真經。正說得天花亂墜、寶雨繽紛之際，不期有一位星官，乃是女土蝠，偶在蓮臺之下聽講，一時忍不住，撒出一個臭屁來。我佛原是個大慈大悲之主，毫不在意。不道惱了佛頂上頭一位護法神祗，名為大鵬金翅明王，眼射金光，背呈祥瑞，見那女土蝠污穢不潔，不覺大怒，展開雙翅落下來，望著女土蝠頭上，這一���就啄死了。那女土蝠一點靈光射出雷音寺，徑往東土認母投胎，在下界王門為女，後來嫁與秦檜為妻，殘害忠良，以報今日之讎。此是後話，按下不提。 且說佛爺將慧眼一觀，口稱：「善哉，善哉！原來有此一段因果。」即喚大鵬鳥近前，喝道：「你這孽畜！既歸我教，怎不皈依五戒，輒敢如此行兇？我這裡用你不著，今將你降落紅塵，償還冤債，直待功成行滿，方許你歸山，再成正果。」大鵬鳥遵了法旨，飛出雷音寺，徑來東土投胎不表。

#Great Peng #Golden-Winged Peng #Peng #Great Roc #Journey to the West #JTTW #Sun Wukong #Monkey King #Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #Azure Lion #Demon Bull King #Yellow Tusk Elephant #Celestial realm #sworn brothrs #smelly farts #farts

[realspacejunk]

Oriodes V.

His Holiness Oriodes, representative of Arceus on earth by divine decree, Librarian of Alcos, Keeper of Knowledge and the last Heavenly Scrolls, Highest Priest of the Divine Cults, Protector of Time, Commander of the Three Swords, Sovereign of the Five Realms, Vanquisher of Demons, Lord General of the Arcane Inquisition and Prince of Baram

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[theantonian]

Mark Antony's Funeral Oration for Julius Caesar

Mark Antony's Funeral Oration over the Corpse of Caesar | ca. 1906 Oil on canvas, Robert Seuffert.

The Greek historian Appian of Alexandria (c.95-c.165) has included several speeches in his History of the Civil Wars, all of them being own compositions. However, the speech of Antony is not a composition, but a report of what was said. It is a tempting idea that Appian's account is an accurate rendering of the words that were spoken during Caesar's burial.

When [Caesar's father-in-law] Piso brought Caesar's body into the Forum, a huge number of armed men gathered to guard it. Antony had been chosen to deliver the funeral oration as a consul for a consul, a friend for a friend, and a kinsman for a kinsman and so he again pursued his tactic and spoke as follows:

"It is not right, my fellow-citizens, for the funeral oration in praise of so great a man to be delivered by me, a single individual, instead of by his whole country. The honors that all of you alike, first Senate and then People, decreed for him in admiration of his qualities when he was still alive, these I shall read aloud and regard my voice as being not mine, but yours."

He then read them out with a proud and thunderous expression on his face, emphasizing each with his voice and stressing particularly the terms with which they had sanctified him, calling him "sacrosanct", "inviolate", "father of his country", "benefactor", or "leader", as they had done in no other case. As he came to each of these Antony turned and made a gesture with his hand towards the body of Caesar, comparing the deed with the word.

He also made a few brief comments on each, with a mixture of pity and indignation. Where the decree said "Father of his country", he commented "This is a proof of his mercy", and where it said "Sacrosanct and inviolate" and "Whoever shall take refuge with him shall also be unharmed", he said "The victim is not some other person seeking refuge with him, but the sacrosanct and inviolate Caesar himself, who did not snatch these honors by force like a despot, indeed did not even ask for them. Evidently, we are the most unfree of people because we give such things unasked to those who do not deserve them. But you, my loyal citizens, by showing him such honor at this moment, although he is no more, are defending us against the accusation of having lost our freedom."

And again he read out the oaths, by which they all undertook to protect Caesar and Caesar's person with all their might, and if anyone should conspire against him, those who failed to defend him were to be accursed. At this point he raised his voice very loud, stretched his hand out towards the Capitol, and said, "O Jupiter, god of our ancestors, and ye other gods, for my own part I am prepared to defend Caesar according to my oath and the terms of the curse I called down on myself, but since it is the view of my equals that what we have decided will be for the best, I pray that it is for the best."

Noises of protest came from the Senate at this remark, which was very plainly directed at them. Antony calmed them down, saying by way of retractation, "It seems, fellow-citizens, that what has happened is the work not of any man, but of some spirit. We must attend to the present instead of the past, because our future, and indeed our present, is poised on a knife-edge above great dangers and we risk being dragged back into our previous state of civil war, with the complete extinction of our city's remaining noble families. Let us then conduct this sacrosanct person to join the blest and sing over him the customary hymn and dirge."

So, saying he hitched up his clothing like a man possessed, and girded himself so that he could easily use his hands. He then stood close to the bier as though he were on stage, bending over it and straightening up again, and first of all chanted praise to Caesar as a heavenly deity, raising his hands in witness of Caesar's divine birth and at the same tune rapidly reciting his campaigns and battles and victories, and the peoples he had brought under his country's rule, and the spoils he had sent home. He presented each as a marvel and constantly cried "This man alone emerged victorious over all those who did battle with him."

"And you", he said, "were also the only man to avenge the violence offered to your country 300 years ago, by bringing to their knees the savage peoples who were the only ones ever to break into Rome and set fire to it."

In this inspired frenzy he said much else, altering his voice from clarion-clear to dirge-like, grieving for Caesar as for a friend who had suffered injustice, weeping, and vowing that he desired to give his life for Caesar's. Then, swept very easily on to passionate emotion, he stripped the clothes from Caesar's body, raised them on a pole and waved them about, rent as they were by the stabs and befouled with the dictator's blood. At this the people, like a chorus, joined him in the most sorrowful lamentation and after this expression of emotion were again filled with anger.

After the speech, other dirges accompanied by singing were chanted over the dead by choirs in the customary Roman manner, and they again recited his achievements and his fate. Somewhere in the lament Caesar himself was supposed to mention by name those of his enemies he had helped, and referring to his murderers said as if in wonder,

To think that I actually saved the lives of these men who were to kill me.

Then the people could stand it no longer. They considered it monstrous that all the murderers, who with the sole exception of Decimus had been taken prisoner as partisans of Pompey, had formed the conspiracy when instead of being punished they had been promoted to magistracies, provincial governorships, and military commands, and that Decimus had even been thought worthy of adoption as Caesar's son.

When the crowd were in this state, and near to violence, someone raised above the bier a wax effigy of Caesar - the body itself, lying on its back on the bier, not being visible. The effigy was turned in every direction, by a mechanical device, and twenty-three wounds could be seen, savagely inflicted on every part of the body and on the face. This sight seemed so pitiful to the people that they could bear it no longer. Howling and lamenting, they surrounded the senate-house, where Caesar had been killed and burnt it down, and hurried about hunting for the murderers, who had slipped away some time previously.

#mark antony #marcus antonius #julius caesar #gaius julius caesar #brutus #ides of march #marcus junius brutus #rome #roman history #ancient rome #roman republic #roman empire #this day in history #history

[corre1310-blog]

In the celestial realm where gods held sway, A tragic tale unfolded, dark and gray. Ceres, fair goddess of harvest and earth, Met her demise in a fateful rebirth.

Raijin, mighty god of thunder and storm, His heart heavy with duty, an oath to conform. A clash of gods in an honor-bound strife, The battleground, the theater of life.

In the dance of lightning, a tempest brewed, Raijin's remorse, his guilt subdued. For in the name of devotion, duty, and pride, He slew fair Ceres, love cast aside.

The battle raged on in the heavenly skies, As gods clashed with sorrow in their eyes. Ceres, once vibrant, now lay cold and still, Her essence fading, a divine, tragic fill.

Yet Raijin, conflicted, burdened by pain, Gathered Ceres in arms, a love to regain. With regret etched upon his thunderous face, He cradled her form in a tender embrace.

To the dawn-lit sky, he carried her high, Where stars whispered secrets to the moon in the sky. Raijin, torn between love and duty's decree, Raised Ceres to the light, set her spirit free.

The heavens wept tears, a celestial lament, As Ceres departed, her radiance spent. In honor's name, a love was laid to rest, A tragic tale of gods, by destiny blessed.

Raijin, burdened by the weight of his choice, Listened to the wind's remorseful voice. In the canvas of dawn, where day meets night, He released Ceres' spirit to eternal light.

A battle of gods, a sacrifice profound, In the cosmic tapestry, a tale is bound. Ceres' memory lingered in the divine air, A tragic echo of a love so rare.

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Model coverted by StickLove Software used Paint.Net, MikuMikuDance, PMX Converter, PMX Editor

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[gloamses]

if you’ve never so much as set foot within 100 yards of a drag show I do not care about your opinions on what drag is “like” or the audiences/events for which drag is “appropriate”. this goes for queer folks, idc: I’m tired of discourse on drag from people who aren’t involved in their own communities at all but who see some viral videos online of things 2000 miles away, that chuds are TRYING to generate outrage about, and decide to just confidently assert things about an entire artform. drag varies heavily from scene to scene and city to city. if you don’t even know any of YOUR local queer nightlife performers, how are you just gonna say stuff about what queer nightlife performers *across the country* do, and what should be allowed across the board. as if you are the absent god of the queer scene, handing down decrees from your heavenly castle which contains no drag queens.

#Ive been to a lot of fully 21+ midnight shows in various cities where raciness would be fair game #but ykw silliness is vastly more common. #which stands to reason bc most queens arent physically able to get that racy lmao they are duct taped into 6 layers of shapewear #text

[zeenimf]

Where the Sea Ends | The Party

Seo the Mage race : duinnimf age : unknown hometown : unknown allegiance : unknown

It is not often that duinnimfs are seen outside the thorny forests of the dunes near the coast, so when Seo sets foot in the small city of Harilburgt asking around for spells that blur the line between life and death, it causes quite the commotion.

She is an expert mage, capable of learning any spell or ritual she can get her hands on. But when her Mistress passes away after spending countless human lives together, she is confronted with the two things she knows nothing about, dealing with humans, and dealing with death.

She is thrust onto a quest to find a way to bring her Mistress back to life, as Ikuzand the Mage is the one prophetised to stop the Sea from engulfing the known lands. But the realm of Men is not something she can travel alone. As much as she tries to deny it, she's going to need some help.

Karel the Knight race : human age : 39 hometown : Hoogdam allegiance : The Royal Order of the Heavenly Oak

Ever since he was a child Karel knew that he wanted to do what was right. When he received a wooden training sword for his fifth birthday he proved to be a natural, and combined with a strong wit and moral compass he quickly progressed through the ranks to become the youngest member ever to be admitted to the Royal Order of the Heavenly Oak.

His biggest pride is the way he treats the people he meets. He realised that in order to be seen as trustworthy he has to place his trust in them in return. So when he finds out that Ikuzand the Saviour has died before breaking the prophecy, he turns to his superiors. But his superiors do not act.

With each day that passes he gets more and more uneasy. He is being pulled at from two sides, and he knows that there will be a day where he will snap. So he has to make a choice: support the throne that has given him everything he is, or abandon his post and face dishonour to do what he thinks is right.

Pip the Thief race : human age : 15 hometown : Harilburgt allegiance : One and only member of the Company of Honourable Thieves

Being an orphan in Harilburgt is not as bad as it sounds. He doesn't miss his parents, for who can miss parents when he never met them? And by the burgomaster's decree all orphans receive free education, food and shelter.

There is, however, something that he finds even more interesting than his studies: secrets. It did not take him long to find every hiding spot in the city, so he began a new collection: diplomatic scrolls. The fact that some people pay good money for such scrolls was an added bonus.

But his viewpoint changed when he snags a letter stating the death of Ikuzand the Great, and the strict orders to keep this fact a secret under the punishment of death for whoever breaks this order. Pip's isn't under any obligation to listen to the orders of a foreign burgomaster, so he does what anyone else would do: carefully leak the information in the market square and watch the news spread through the country like a wildfire. Little did he know that the next day he would stumble onto the very person who may be able to tell him more about this illustrious mage, but is that information worth crossing into the afterlife for?

Where the Sea Ends MASTERPOST

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