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sarah-yyy · 1 year

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what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 55 mins each where: youku (you can also dl the app) // youtube // coming up soon on viki (usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs) why: do you love watching a poor little meow-meow get tortured in a variety of ways before he decides to go fuck it, i’ll be a demon lord and kill everyone who wronged me?? do you like enemies to fated to kill you lovers??? do you enjoy PAIN AND SUFFERING??? this is the show for you

meet tantai jin, the cdrama fandom’s newest obsession

cursed prince of the Jing kingdom who was sent as a hostage to a neighbouring kingdom. he’s been unloved and bullied all his life - think, discarded and left to die by his own father, kicked around by servants, begging for scraps of food, abandoned and slowly betrayed by everyone around him... it’s NOT GOOD buddies, you will watch his life unfold and you will become attached and want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants

surprise surprise this sad pathetic man will one day become

THE demon lord who destroys all of humanity etc etc. look at this wardrobe upgrade??? amazing. beautiful. bad for humanity but great for him. good job, bud, you did well.

ANYWAY this show opens with demon lord tantai jin (affectionate) going on his lil’ murder spree (understandable). the fate of humanity as we know it to be rests on the shoulders of one li susu

to defeat tantai jin, she will transmigrate to the past into the body of ye xiwu (tantai jin’s evil wife who whips him every night (not in the fun way sorry buds) and tortures/bullies him for because it pleases her) to try to kill him while he’s weak, before he turns evil and amasses power. this is for the good of humanity!!! but also he’s truly so pathetic in the past that she can’t quite seem to put her heart into it (there’s also this whole finding his evil bone and getting rid of that before she can kill him problem but HMMM) and decides that?? maybe if she shows him some care and love??? she’ll subvert his murdermurdermurder tendencies????

this is the gist of the show!! there are a few arcs that we go through like all good xianxia cdramas, so we get to see them live through a few different lives (think: ten miles of peach blossom, pillow book etc etc), and every single dynamic between them is SO GOOD!!!!! we have spicy enemies to lovers!! cutesy arranged marriage between strangers to lovers (who don’t communicate enough for them to be happy)!!! star-crossed lovers fated to kill one another!!!

the show is so goddamn pretty!! the aesthetics!!! the cgi!!!! the costumes ohmygod, i have never wanted to buy so many headdresses before

LOOK AT THIS!!! HOW PRETTY WAS THIS!!!!

he’s got this whole demon look LOCKED IN who else does it as well as my boy tantai jin

this show is very PRETTY but make no mistake there will be a lot of angst!!! that’s part of what makes it so good!! luo yunxi does Tortured, Feral and Deranged™ SO WELL i weep every time i see him on screen, i have truly not been Okay since this show started airing, buddies please join me in till the end of the moon hell, you will not regret it, promise 😇✨

⚠❗ few post-finale thoughts so y’all go into it with full disclosure (and can’t yell at me for inflicting pain on y’all, just know what i am also Suffering™) - stop reading from here if you want no spoilers for the show at all.

trigger warning: there is some dubcon in ep 14 (stretches between approx. the 25:00-27:25 min mark) between ming ye and sang jiu

we were all hoping for a happy ending, but this ends on a bad-open scale, depending on how you look at it. @minmoyu has helpfully directed me to a happy audio-epilogue which was apparently shot but didn’t make its way into the episode?? we still dk if the footage will be released as an extra?? we can all form a prayer circle and HOPE i guess

the plot is HMM the further to the end we get, probably because they had to cut the eps down, so it’s a little choppy, esp the last few scenes??? idk idk. it’s a bit exhausting to watch towards the end, because you root for ttj so so much and he tries so so hard and SIGH. i need another few working days to digest this, i’m still a bit :/ about the ending

would i still rec the show, post-watch? yes! this show starts off really solid, and luo yunxi carried the show throughout. like. y’all thought lyx was good in ashes of love?? watch him in this. every single micro-expression was flawless. bai lu’s acting is always so dependable, and it’s the same with this show!

this show has an a+++ ost (i mean it’s got the king and queen of cdrama osts liu yuning and zhang bichen, literally how could this be bad)!! and CERTAIN side characters are so so good (pian ran my baby girl, ye qingyu who grows on you, decidedly NOT bingchang/tian huan/mo nv although i will concede that chen duling’s acting in this show was Incredible).

#tv rec #till the end of the moon #cdrama

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thescribeoflostmemories · 9 months

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Type: My vows to you/ Yandere

Pairing: Pantalone x Fallen Deity! Reader

Ahhh am I doing this correctly?? I’m a big fan of “I’m Just Doing You a Favor” so can I pls request them for this event?? Thanks for giving us smth to look forward to in the future :>

The Fancy Fiance and The Bejeweled Bride

(Yan! Pantalone x Fallen-Deity! Reader)

"Remembering; is forgetting” - Scribe

Redid some mistakes. ~ P

Disclaimer: Yandere stuff, crazy cryptic bs going on around here. No beta, we die like that guy in the story.

" Please, help me find her!"

The strange stranger couldn't help but laugh at the notion, and merely glance at the soup of tears in his hand. Seeing the hardened reflection of your perflex-ion, “You are certainly [lucky] that the lady of compassion has blessed me to tell you, dear hale and hearty friend.”

The strange stranger revealed a beguiled smile, knowing the person will arrive upon their destination at the last light of day, a road that winds in an almost serpentine like suggestion. And the journey brings them to such tenuous and disarray terrain of the ophidian's keep.

♡¥~~~~~~~¥♡

Face nearly pressed up and against the glass pane. Showing the snow gently cascades down on the ground and dim lights from the distance is the city where the event would be held.

You couldn’t wait for it, ever since your first day of devotion, today is the day of vows.

“Doll, what's wrong?” You hear Pantalone called out to you from the door, you didn’t hear him enter.

“Dearest, It is nothing to worry about, though the thought of going to the festival of vows tomorrow..” Frail hands cupped your own cheeks, feeling the warmth emitting from it while your face hid behind the veil, sighing lovingly.

Practically you could hear his merriment when you mention your excitement for tomorrow.

You felt incredibly lucky that a person like Sir Pantalone, or at least that is what he liked to be called, would take you in and share a cup between you two.

Despite him telling that your face looked fine, but the hideousness of your own preface is what made you wear the thin curtain. You never forget the day you woke up upon these lavish beddings and claimed to be yours.

“It is a good thing I came in prepared for you, come here.” Before you stand are dresses, each more lavish than the last.

One; it was a simple white ball gown like wedding dress, each embedded pearls from white gold to the darkest black jewelry. Gaudy yet somehow simple in his eyes.

Next would be a rather cute color of cold blue admiration, one with simplified accessories and the like. Wonderful ribbons that criss cross across your skin.

The last is a rather foreign red silky robe, with simple gold prints and an odd headdress. It felt so familiar, like seeing an old friend.

“When did you have the time for this?” You smiled going closer and touched the third dress, eyes twinkling in joy. Hands playing with the intricate hidden laces of the outfit.

“No need to worry about it, doll. By the morrow, I swear it will be a happy day for us."

You couldn’t help but smile and hug him tight, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Feeling his gloved hands petting your head, “It is no problem, my lovely. All that matters is that you’re here and I’m here, right my sweet?” The roll of his 's' would make anyone weak in the knees.

Everything feels like a distant past somehow, yet there’s nothing better than what is in front of you.

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Upon the day of Vows, you wore the red exotic robes and donned the veil that sweetly hid your well kept secret.

"Pantalone, look, snow!" Small gestures made seemingly fragile steps into the cold, that made the Regrator held onto you tightly so as to not slip and slide.

“Be careful, my dearest. I do not want you to get hurt.” Concern is clearly conveyed on his visage and voice. Despite him not being as muscular as the rumored Captain of the Fatui, you feel oddly safe especially with the umbrella he possesses and carries everywhere he goes.

“I know, you do not have to worry about me.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to hold you closer.

“I’m just scared that you’ll leave,” That made you smile and cupped his face.

“I will not just up and disappear, silly.” Embracing him as well. Seeing the warmth smile upon his face never felt so endearing until now.

“Shall we?” His gloved hands gestured to the event where it is being held, you could hear laughter and cheers from there.

“We shall.” Hand in hand, the pair of love-locked couples made their way to the busy area.

Women, men and occasionally children dressed in their finest and spent time with their beloved ones. You had to sit out one of the main events due to you not being able to fight for the bouquet of flowers, so you had to settle for a slow dance with your beloved Pantalone at the dance floor.

“Thank you for inviting me, it really means a lot to me, Pantalone.” A dreamy sigh escaped your rozen lips.

One-two-three, one-two-three, The dance isn’t well suited for one that wears garbs like yours. Often or not, you’d trip on your own clothing and Pantalone had to catch you. Embarrassing as it may be, though the time spent together. The smile that could go on for miles, stretching outward into the ocean.

During the ruckus caused by the bouquet hunting spree, you and Pantalone got separated. Participants armed with various weapons. Giant spoons, arrows of love, knives that are the size of an adult.

Amongst the throes of people, your feet had guided you to a frozen lake with snow covered trees that arched over the pool.

Alone were you with tender courage, “Charity is such a pretty word, oh, but where oh, [where] did it go?" A robust voice could be heard.

A strange stranger in tattered frightening mora colored garbs, a rather keen entity of sorts appeared by the corner of the eye briefly. It was only a jest of the light, you explain to yourself.

Loud shrieks escaped your small lips, turning around to face a blurry visage of non, who had their hand on your shoulder.

“Miss? Are you alright? You were staring for a while at nothing.” Accent low similar to yours, soft spoken yet refined. They dressed in fine physician-like robes, calm watered jade color.

“Yes, quite so, just merely strayed a little from the event,” You took a step back to give some space. This man, he speaks in bells. None could ever ring such things other than your fiance.

With a light spangle of the red veil cast still-ly shade, "I, I am sorry but can you help me find my fiance? I am not that well acquainted with the curvatures of the road ahead.” Gentle voice of yours made his lips curved up a bit.

“Of course,” Even with the blurriness of his image. You could faintly make out him nodding at the notion of helping. “I just so happen to be in search of my sister, she is deathly ill,” voice rang with rye worry you couldn’t help but try to aid him in his quest.

“I am sure my fiance could help you after all you are assisting me back to him.” The bellow of the wind was cast.

"Thank you, kind spirit." He seemed to smile.

"What is her name?" Curious who was the lucky girl who had such a loving brother.

"[*]" Was the name he told, another set of bell-like that tolled and odd enough it made one see a weasel in the horizon.

“[I] see– Ah! Pantalone!” You felt a smile on your lips the moment you heard a familiar voice behind the stranger.

“Doll.” The raven hair man chuckled as he embraced you tightly. His own smile did not fade yet it seemed affixed to his own visage. “Did (he harm you)?” Asking softly in your ear.

Shaking your head no, to assure him you were fine. And quietly explain to him you were lost and he kept you company. Adding to the mix is your request to find his sister.

“Hmm, Oh, how could I (deny) you, doll.” Kissing the top of your head before he turned his attention to the searching brother with an unknown facial expression.

Holding you still so closely, “You do not have to worry, I once lost someone as well, I will do my best to help.” Yet, why does it displease you so?

The brother’s voice said in glee, “Thank you, thank you, kind sir!”

“I will be with you in a moment, so please stay at home for a while.” Pantalone says as he ushered you to the care of his employees. The gentleness of his tone can be heard as he commanded the others to escort you to your shared abode for now.

Looking back at the two figures left alone in the winter snow.

"[Don't look away…]" You could have sworn a feminine voice whispered into your ear.

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Three hours have passed since the guards took you to your room. All alone with your thoughts that seemingly eat away at your mind.

Every time you try to remember, the distance widens with each time a headache is a force to be reckoned with.

Your own eyes darted around your chambers, a room painted in luxury filled with exotic items. A sigh only escaped from your lips as you sat on your bed to try and recollect. Even with these items, it doesn't seem enough…

It all just feels fuzzy. Some of the items in your room are already here when you have awoken. He claimed that it was his relative's and he'll be glad to give it to you.

A knock on the door can be heard. "Pardon my intrusion, My Lady." It was Pael your appointed handmaid. Still even until now, you were uneased whenever she tried to help you in dressing up.

"My Lady, I know Lord Pantalone has not come back yet. But, do you want some soup? It is rather cold even in the supposed summer month." in her hand is a tray with a bowl of soup.

The scent of jade knowledge wafts through the room, the herbs and spices reminded you of a star.

"On the table, please. I will eat it soon." Replying to her, though curiosity beckoned on to you from its peak.

"Understood, my lady." The single eyed maid placed the tray upon the intricately carved mahogany wood.

The one eyed maid chuckled, "Fancied [you]rself [look]ing [back]?" She smiled

"Pael, When or how did Pantalone find me?" You say, sitting down on the chair next to the warm bowl of soul.

"You could say that, Pael." There is something that even you cannot explain. But the terrible dread of something amiss is about.

"Well, it was really snowy at the time, you were white as a ghost. If you weren't [taken] in by the young master, the harsh winter would have let you a sweet and peaceful [faux] warmth." Stitched is her smile that was presented to you, her lips stretch a bit wider after a while of awkward staring between you and her.

"My Lady, it's rather cruel to think of what good you used to have. I better suggest to [look forward into] the future instead of [dream]ing of something that barely grows with [time]." Gentle push of her gloved hand to nudge the intimate style bowl holding a hydro colored jade soup.

"A childish, imaginative mind will [turn] into a noble ambition. Young admiration can turn into the most passionate of bonds." With that, Pael offered a silver spoon [for] you to consume the reflective, -though opaque, pool of jaded clarity.

"Perhaps, you are right. Though, I cannot [help] but wonder." Something about her words seem to wound you, yet none to spill.

"Wonder all you like my lady, but, no," Pael stops herself then lets out a soft chortle. "Nothing, it was just (me) humoring myself." she bowed before leaving.

Peering down at the bowl, another sigh left your lips. The scent and the warmth enticing you to take even a little sip.

Pushing all shadows away, your dainty hands scoop a portion of it to your lips. A moment to cool it down before taking a faint lick.

The silence halted as you started to cough violently, trying to force it out of your system along with dropping the spoon down to grip on the table.

Soreness of your throat is evident, the gentle voice turned hoarse and crass. Mind-numbing delight has stained your tongue, as the sound of blood pumps unevenly in your ears. Accompanied with blank staring at your fingers that grasp at the wood, feeling every grain on it.

"…!… Doll. Are you okay?" It was Pantalone, holding you in his arms. You don't remember falling, nor holding on to his gloved hand.

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Everything felt heavy, nauseating to the point of puking into a corner. Your heartbeat pumps slowly making you almost aware of its sounds.

"J[us]t… woo…" You could see his mouth moving, though you couldn't hear a word he said.

Soon the other maids came rushing in with a large arm bag.

"Pan- Pan?" It felt like crystals forming in your throat causing you to tear up yet nothing fell. Hand grip tightly onto his for a moment before letting go.

That was the last you had recalled when you woke up. The room is covered in red and blue luxuries. Sweat drips down your forehead, "P-pael?" Your grainy voice tried to call out to the one eyed maid.

"Doll." Another voice called out next to you, causing you to yelp from surprise. "Doll, calm down." It was Pantalone, holding both of your wrists that attempted to hit him.

Appalled by your own actions you looked away from him and laxed your movements, "Dearest! Forgive me! I got scared and that drink, what was that? Where is Pael?" So many questions tumbled through, yet only the batman could only manage to.

For a moment, his face has a foreign expression. It didn't seem like he wanted to hear that. "There's no need to worry about her, she tried to poison you." He hissed, gripping on your wrists tighter then pulled you into a protective hug. "She's all taken care of."

Shaky frail hands grasp firmly on his back as he dips his head between your neck. "Pantalone… I'm fine…"

He didn't seem convinced as he let out a soft puff of air. Despite the room being warm, the chills of the winter glade seeps through. "If you say so, though. I will have a doctor to examine you okay?"

Knowing him he would only persist, "Very well." You nodded.

Then another thought entered your mind. "What happened?" he then replied with a curious hum back.

"That strange man, he rings bells." You tried to put into words what you could describe of him.

"You usually think of other people," The word of annoyance is riddled on his evermore smile.

He then opened his eyes ever so slightly, it was of spectacular color that looked at you so teary gaze. "Don't let go of my hand, please."

Confused, your only reply is "What?"

"Don't you know how much I worried when I found you laying on the ground?" He muttered as he protectively hugged you, your face pressed to his chest.

"Face pale as the snow itself, spasming, gasping for air, and yet you cared for the stranger rather than yourself." His heart beat is almost like music with how slow it is.

"But that's what is so special about you. (Your love for others could cost you everything), you know?" Woe written all over his tone, he kissed your forehead.

"I could give you everything you want. Just tell me. Name it and it's yours. In exchange…" Odd that he stopped himself any further, "No, that's not right…"

He pulled back and looked at you, his face "Exchange is a strong word, I prefer to refer to it as returning the feelings. Just looking or even listening to me is enough for me, dearest."

"I'm an honest person, all I want for you is to [run] into the future."

#reader insert #fatui x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #my vow to you #yandere pantalone #Deity!Reader #yandere fatui

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namor-shuri · 1 year

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Marvel Studios Assembled & Wakanda Forever Podcast: Namor/Shuri + Tenoch/Letitia Moments

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Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Wakanda Forever [available on Disney +] [w/ time stamps to follow along]

▻ The whole cast comforted and gave Letitia a group hug at San Diego Comic Con as she broke down [Tenoch kissed her shoulder] [0:27]

▻ “We know what Black Panther is but what makes it a Black Panther movie? If we were to do another one….how would audiences recognize it?” - Ryan Coogler [Director] [5:44]

▻ We learn that Namor’s character was discussed to be in Black Panther 2 while the first movie was being written. “In the comics, the two worlds have a great rivalry” - Joe Robert Cole [Screenwriter] [13:25]

▻ Ryan was interested in Meso-American culture for the Talokanil and “…upon research it became more clear that the people of the Yucatán made a ton of sense.” - Ryan Coogler [Director] [14:40] They wanted to give Namor a culture/background different from the comic book version [a white man]. “Their [Mayan] artwork and their advanced agriculture…all of these things that they accomplished, it was a perfect palette for us to delve into.” - Joe Robert Cole [Screenwriter] [16:40]

▻ Namor’s costumes and headpieces are curated from post Yucatec Mayan culture roots. “We used a lot of kelp and things to make the headdress and hand wove his cape, but we kept it pure to what he looked like in the comics.” - Ruth Carter [Costume Designer] [17:50]

▻ Ryan and Hannah Beachler [Production Designer] show us the set of Namor’s cave and explain the time/labor that went into creating this elaborate set. Ryan points to the mural painting of Namor and the Black Panthers fight. “This one’s my favorite one” - Ryan Coogler [Director] [22:25] We learn that the style of art is “Bonampak”

▻ Letitia had to learn how to swim for her role, along with the majority of the cast. “I struggled with it. Ryan called me and he was like ‘Tish, can you swim?’ I was like ‘Sir, sir, I’m in the lab. What more do you need from me coming out of that lab?” - Letitia Wright [Shuri] [26:06]

▻ All of the water scenes were half filmed under water, called “wet for wet”, and filmed outside of the water, called “dry for wet” scenes. The exosuits [Shuri is shown wearing one when exploring Talokan] were real suits that were also filmed underwater and were about a million and a half dollars each [explained by Chris Denison, Stunt Coordinator] [29:40]

▻ A clip of Letitia Wright’s “Screen Test (2016)” from the first Black Panther is shown [41:54] and we learn that Dominique Thorne [Riri Williams] also auditioned for Shuri’s role a while back

▻ The cast had differing emotions/opinions than Ryan about the decision to kill Queen Ramonda [played by Angela Basset]. “When I read that Ramonda was going to die by the hands of Namor, I was very upset. I think I almost cried on the phone to Ryan.” - Letitia Wright [Shuri] [43:43] Ryan and the writers felt her death would be a big “motivator”/ transformative moment in Shuri’s development and the eventual break down of her character to become the Black Panther [her arc]

▻ Ryan supported and pushed Letitia during the whole process of becoming the Black Panther to do her best work and continuously reminded her of who she was and what she was capable of when stepping into the role. Letitia wished Chad could have passed the torch to her himself to do it [46:02] + [55:03]

▻ [Referring to the making of Shuri’s Black Panther suit] “We were working with the design language of silver being representative of T’Challa, gold being representative of T’Chaka, and the little bit of where Killmonger’s coming from…We’re essentially taking those two elements and combining them.” - Ryan Meinerding [Head of visual development] [46:58]

▻ “Shuri vs Namor. We put alot into that fight.” - Aaron Toney [Fight Coordinator] [49:59] We see that a lot of the BTS of their big fight on the desert were shot with different individual sets with Tenoch, Letitia and stunt actors, separately and together. “I’m so proud of it. Shuri’s looking amazing, Namor’s looking amazing.” - Letitia Wright [Shuri] [50:27] Their fighting styles are explained to be very different, where Shuri is more calculated and Namor is more in his body. “With Namor, when it came to fighting styles, I pulled from….cultural aspects like Lucha Libre…asian cultures…I pulled from a style called Baji.” - Aaron Toney [Fight Coordinator] [50:49]

▻ “Processing in a way of expressing her pain and fury towards Namor, she thinks that’s going to be satisfying to her soul and it’s not….I think that’s a beautiful way to complete that arc, to realize that my brother wouldn’t do this, my mother wouldn’t want this for me….We see Shuri become a woman in her own right.” - Letitia Wright [Shuri] [53:00]

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Wakanda Forever: The Official Black Panther Podcast [Hosted by Ta-Nehisi Coates]: Chapter 5 w/ Letitia Wright, Tenoch Huerta, Dr. Gerardo Aldana [available on Spotify]

▻ “What does it mean when Wakanda and Talokan give us a beauty created not to justify enslavement but to celebrate freedom?” - Ta-Nehisi Coates [Host]

▻ Tenoch continues to put the spotlight back on indigenous communities/culture and does not claim to be apart of their experiences. “I don’t practice the culture so it is impossible to name myself indigenous….I’m not pretending to be something that I’m not…I’m just trying to honor my ancestors.” - Tenoch Huerta [Namor]

▻ A fan went to the movies with his Mayan grandma and she began to translate scenes herself while watching the film with him. “The Mayan group in LA said it [the character’s Mayan in the movie] sounds beautiful. You have an accent, it sounds good! They were happy with it.” - Tenoch Huerta [Namor]

▻ “Why are these two groups [Wakandans and the Talokanil] fighting each other? Why can’t they get together and go beat the colonizer?…I am a huge Black Panther fan but I was sitting there and found myself rooting for the Talokanil!” - Ta-Nehisi Coates [Host]

▻ Letitia was bullied in school for her appearance when she was growing up (ex. her size, being African, etc) “I kind of let that go…I talked myself out of the idea that I should be like anyone else.” She found comfort/ amusement in going viral on TikTok. “It’s definitely flattering but I’m really shocked…I’ve never been crushed on before in school…As a black woman, I’m moving into a space where I’m finally being called beautiful but I didn’t wait for them [the media/world] to tell me that at first. I told it to myself.” - Letitia Wright [Shuri]

▻ “This is the highest grossing movie with the lead character as a black woman and it’s you [Letitia]. How does that feel?” - Ta-Nehisi Coates [Host]

▻ “The love that Shuri has for T’challa is the love that Letitia has for Chadwick and that’s intertwined.” Letitia shares her initial hesitancy about doing the film without Chadwick after his passing and taking on the mantle as Black Panther. “I see it as I’m a vessel. I’m a trusted vessel that’s here to honor my brother.” - Letitia Wright [Shuri]

▻ Letitia laughs about fun moments they had on the set of Wakanda Forever. “He [Ryan Coogler] would say Namor and the Black Panther are having a conversation. It’s a big movie. Turn your phones off!” - Letitia Wright [Shuri]

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 months

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She had been tending the king, late evening after supper, and somehow Wyrmtunga gained entrance. Slithered in, she thought as she pressed a cold cloth to her uncle’s forehead. He had been feverish for unknown reasons. Muttering over and over about ravens and wolves in his sleep. He dreams of them much, of late, and Eowyn can find no cause for it. (She took it to Jorunn who said, I cannot scry another man’s dreams for you. If your uncle came, I would tell him what I thought. But to you? It would not be fair to him. But what if it was important, Eowyn had insisted. What if it were a matter of life or death? My uncle is ill and I think something unnatural is the cause of it. Jorunn had smiles that strange, toothy smile of hers made all stranger still with her lips charcoal painted and the red lines down cheeks and nose and neck. The headdress that hides her elderly eyes. Eowyn admires the woman and dislikes her. A strange twin emotion in her breast. I can tell you, my dear hart, that it is unnatural. But as for deaths? Worry not about his. I foresee it, in the manner that all who are mortal must die, but I foresee it for a deeper future than now. A sloping shrug as she offered Eowyn tea who accepted. Tell me, dear hart, shall I call you hart or hind? Eowyn shook her head. What mean you? Ah, ah, we are not yet come to that. Maybe we never well. That is your choice and your choice alone. So be it. Jorunn leaned over the low-banked fire and pressed her warm, dry palm to Eowyn’s face. Child, be swift and be brave and take what it is you want. For know that in this life, no one is going to give it you for free.)

Eowyn and Jorunn - I ship them.

am I already onto the second chapter of Part II of What Makes a King? Yes I am.

#yes Eowyn is 22 and Jorunn 60-something #what of it?#jorunn #what makes a king #writing #grima wormtongue #lotr #lord of the rings

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otomefiend · 11 months

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Victor

Story Event: Wicked love blooming in the dark night (part two)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

More Vic's antics. Forgive awkwardness here and there.

~~Part 1~~

Victor's arms were filled with mountains of presents as he made his way around Harrods.

(I can't see his face hidden behind the pile of boxes!)

Victor: "Since I'm with you, I thought I'd refrain from buying gifts."

Victor: "But Ellis’ shirt was worn out, so I wanted to get a new one and a jacket for Liam as well!"

Victor: "I also found a tie clip that would look good on Alfons. Look, this one."

Victor: "Jude's shoes too―"

Kate: "Victor, watch out―"

I managed to stop the falling box at the last moment.

Kate&Victor: "...phew."

Victor: "Um…Kate, sorry?"

Kate: "Pfft, hahahahaha! I've never seen anyone buy this much in just a few hours."

Victor: "...."

(how cute)

Seeing Victor like that brought an image of an overturned toybox to mind and resulted in me spontaneously bursting into laughter.

Kate: "Hanging out with you is a lot of fun, Victor."

Victor: "Ah, at last! I was able to see you smile.'

Kate: "Um"

Victor: "You haven't laughed so heartily since you came to the Castle, have you?"

Victor: "Not surprisingly, since you expected to die."

~~Part 2~~

The vivid anxiety and fear of that night still lingered on my mind.

*flashback starts*

(I have to convince them somehow...!)

(If the reason for being killed is "knowing the secret"—!)

Kate: "I swear I won't tell anyone what I just heard!"

*flashback ends*

Victor: "Since we were the ones who scared you, this way of thinking might seem quite selfish but..."

Victor: "Every time I looked at you, Kate, I tried to imagine you laughing."

Victor: "You're wonderful whether you smile or not, but..."

Victor: "I'm truly overjoyed to see you laugh."

Victor: "So thank you for making me happy, Kate."

(I wonder why I suddenly feel like crying)

Kate: "...you're welcome, thank you for thinking about me."

That was all I could say, feeling that if I let my guard down any further, I wouldn't be able to stop the tears.

Victor: "Kate, I'm sorry, but can you help me unload this in the carriage?"

Victor: "At this rate, I won't be able to charmingly escort you."

Kate: "Yes! It's no trouble at all."

~~~

(T-this is...!)

~~Part 3~~

After loading the carriage, Victor invited me to this room in Harrods to thank me.

Even I knew that such privilege was reserved only for selected customers.

Victor: "Choose whatever you like. I want to buy you a gift."

Kate: "No way! You bought so much already..."

Victor: "That's what you need in life. From now on, please let me treat you. Okay?"

His voice was soft yet his eyes were unyielding.

(...everything in this room is wonderful though)

Victor: "Kate, I don't think the act of getting-to-know can be done one-sidedly."

Victor: "I'd hope you meant it as a desire to form a relationship with each other."

Victor: "Remember, we want to know you as much as you want to know the Crown."

Kate: "Victor..."

Victor: "What a sanctimonious, uptight, shady man I am! Come now, choose, choose!"

Kate: "Fine!"

(...similarly to people in town, he talks to me like an equal)

Member of the Crown and the postwoman. Queen's aide and the fairy-tale writer.

There were many titles attached to people, I was happy he didn't seem to care about them.

When I looked around to pick something,

a midnight-coloured dress caught my eyes.

(...so gorgeous. I wish I could wear something like that at least once)

(though it must be expensive, so regretfully...)

~~Part 4~~

Out of many available things, I pointed to a small but elaborate and beautiful headdress.

Kate: "That butterfly hair ornament."

Victor: "Oh, that's nice. I think it suits you just right. I'll have it wrapped at once."

Kate: "That's very kind of you, thank you Victor. I'll cherish it."

Victor: "...you're most welcome."

Victor: "Now then, it's time for the tea party. Although, truth be told, I'd rather be alone with my cute lover a little longer."

~~~

Back at the court, members of the Privy Council gathered in a beautiful garden.

The table was lined with expensive looking tea-ware and sweets.

(as Victor's guest, I have to make sure I don't commit some faux-pas)

When I braced myself once more, Victor peered into my face...

Victor: "Kate, say a-ah."

Kate: "A-ah... munch..."

The strawberry he picked made its way into my mouth.

Victor: "Aww, how cute, you look like a squirrel! You're really good at stealing my heart."

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

Victor: "Kate, it's okay. I'm here with you, no need to be nervous."

~~Part 5~~

His words were reassuring, and at that time we looked at each other and laughed.

Maid: "Lord Victor. Um...the head chef would like to speak to your lordship..."

Victor: "....."

Victor: "Is this something that can't wait?"

Maid: "Y-yes. I was told that it's urgent."

Kate: "Victor, I'm fine, feel free to go."

Victor: "... Okay. I'll be back in no time."

As he disappeared, I could hear one of the Privy Council members exclaim.

Councilman with black hair: "I'm so pleased I was able to set this up."

Councilman with black hair: "I approached Her Majesty as well, but... unfortunately, she turned down the invitation."

Councilman with brown hair: "It couldn't be helped. Her Majesty isn't a party person, is she?"

Councilman with black hair: "Indeed. Instead, I managed to borrow one of Her Majesty's tea sets."

I could hear a few cheering voices.

Councilman with black hair: "It's no ordinary tea set. Rather, it's a precious gift bestowed upon Her Majesty the Queen."

Councilman with brown hair: "Ah, it's a tribute gift reflecting the friendship between countries, isn't that right? Frankly, I'd advise against touching it."

(Such an important thing here?)

(...just in case, I'll keep my distance)

When I was about to step away, a thump sent a shock through my back.

Kate: "....!"

As I staggered, my hand hit the tea set placed on the edge of the table and knocked it down—."

Chapter 3 Premium

Chapter 3 Bitter

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helaelaemond · 10 months

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50 Helaemond Kisses

day 3 - goodbye

Thirteen was too young to wed, even for a princess. Everyone said it, everyone knew it. She was still a child, like Aemond was at twelve. He didn't want her to marry Aegon. Aegon wasn't kind to her. He wasn't kind to anyone, it felt like. But if Mother had allowed them to wait, if Father had insisted, he would have wed Helaena in the tradition of their house at sixteen and given her a happy life.

"I'll miss you," he said quietly. It was almost time to go to the sept, and the carriages were being prepared in the yard. They had only a few moments left in their rooms before everything would change.

"I'm not leaving," she murmured. In her hands was a box with a great moth pinned inside, its dead wings stretched and pinned. She held it up to look at closely.

"We aren't allowed to share a bed anymore. We won't be allowed to be alone anymore."

Helaena looked at him over the box and studied him. When they were alone, he didn't wear an eyepatch because he knew how much she liked his sapphire. She wore a pretty blue dress today. Mother had wanted her in green, Father had wanted her in red. They chose her husband, and relented in allowing her to choose her own dress. She wore Dreamfyre's colours, Aemond's.

"I don't want anything to change. I won't allow it."

He smiled faintly. "You won't allow it?"

"No." She stood up and went to where he sat on the soft couch before the fireplace. It was cold and empty, the heat of summer warming the rooms plenty. "This is a Yin moth. It's found across Yi Ti. They live with their wings for only a few weeks before dying. The females wait for males to impregnate them, and then they die. Isn't that sad?"

Aemond bit his lip and sighed. "Then I am glad you are of Old Valyria, and not the jungles of the east."

"Perhaps when I'm gone, they will pin my body and put me in glass, too."

"Our bodies will be burned when we're gone, the dragonrider deaths we deserve." And our ashes shall be mingled together and cast to the wind, so that we will always fly together. Parted in life, united in death.

Helaena smiled at the boxed moth, lovely in death, and handed it to Aemond. "Keep it safe for me today?"

He nodded.

Her expression shifted, and the worry that had shrouded her for weeks returned. "Please don't leave me today."

"I'll try, but..." He trailed off, feeling a sense of helplessness. "It's going to be different, Lae."

Her head snapped to the door. "Mother." Moments later, the queen entered the chambers with maids in tow. She looked as tall as a tower, dressed in rich green and sparkling black, the gown high on her neck and headdress curving over her hair. She looked very beautiful. She did not look like them.

"The carriages are ready." Mother looked at Aemond and gave him a strained smile. "Your father is in the carriage with Daeron, and Cole is fetching Aegon."

Aemond nodded once, and turned to his sister. His beloved sister, his sweet sister. He wasn't ready for love, ready for marriage, but he wished, gods he wished, that they had been allowed to wait for each other. "May the Mother and Maiden watch over you, sister." He squeezed her hands and kissed her cheek. It felt like farewell. It was impossible to look anywhere but the floor.

Quick strides took him across the room, but before he could leave, he was halted by the call of his name.

"Aemond." Helaena's voice was strained, and when he looked at her, she was weeping. "Please don't." Don't let this happen. He could hear the words she couldn't find. The powerlessness hurt them both.

"Come along, my love," Alicent told her kindly, and when she reached for her daughter's hands, Helaena shrank away.

"Aemond," she called again, tears making her voice thick.

He turned away. Ser Arryk waited for him in the corridor outside to escort him to the groom's carriage in the outer yard. If he noticed the prince wipe away tears, he did not mention it. By the time Aemond climbed into the carriage and faced his father and younger brother, his face was hard. His father would not see him weep. His father would not care.

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ICELUS/PHOBETOR/EPIALES

Onerioi of Nightmares

Somber Icelus

With your nocturnal tribulation

Shadowy beasts bring terror

With a feather

Clasped in your hands

You whisper

"Herefore lies within me"

"The shadow of myself"

Gifting the one who he cares for so

Visions of truth and understanding

He cradles them in his arms

Safe from all negative emotions

Loving them

Protecting them

Straddling the line between fear and ferver

He coaxes them with a gentle hand

They take his call into the wafting shadows

He is the primal instincts

Left to be buried

But now

They arise from the depths of being

Living amongst our subconscious

Icelus

The Shadowy One

The Giver of Trials

The Bearer of Omens

My dear Icelus

This is my poem for you

|Confusing names|

Epiales is his Greek name (considering I got a lot of flack for saying Icelus is a separate deity from Epiales I'm just going to see them as the same because the first mention of Icelus/Phobetor's name was in a Roman writing "Metamorphosis" by Ovid. So technically, he is Roman but was still around in Hellenistic Paganism as Epiales in spg(possibly upg* but not sure tbh). But he prefers the name Icelus in my own personal experience so I am going to call him that

|My Experience|(*UPG)

*The freakazoid crazy but lovable uncle going through a midlife crisis. He is known to show up in dreams as beasts and animals. So I took meltonin, which apparently gave me night terrors, but I needed to see Icelus/Phobetor, so I had a dream, and this pale skinned, dark eyed being appeared in my dream . It was not Morpheus taking on the form of Dream of The Endless cause he had a fancy headdress with a red jewel in the center and long black hair with black lipstick and a sinister smirk. He was in all black but didn't know what exactly he was wearing since it was just his head and shoulders. But I knew who it was... Icelus. So apparently, he was the giving me the night terrors, not the meltonin cause the dream was calm and not as chaotic as usual when I take meltonin. I think Morpheus kept his word and kept his rowdy brother in check, so he had no choice but to stay in the form that he usually takes . It wasn't a beast it was him in his (human like(?)) Form . I think his true form is something so terrifying that mere mortals die or go insane from upon seeing it. He is rough around the edges(he has a mouth like a sailor) but is actually sweet....in his own way. Usually, he teases Morpheus (or me sometimes) to make me laugh, especially when I'm feeling upset. But he guides by bringing tribulations to help you get stronger and to bring you closer to understanding.

He has a wild flamboyant personality, which is a complete contrast to me and Morpheus who are more quiet and introverted. He is a major troll to me sometimes cause when I asked him for a sign, he acted like he didn't want to, but then a couple of days later, he sent a brown recluse spider. Icelus, compared to Morpheus dresses, very elegantly. He is usually seen in suits or elaborate robes with 6 horned headdresses with a red jewel crowning his forehead, but sometimes he opts for a simpler but still bedazzled headdress. Icelus used to have long waist length black hair but lopped it off when he saw Papa Emeritus 3 of the band Ghost. Those three markings under each of his eyes....well....they are eyes as well. This makes sense to me since he likes spiders and spiders instill fear in many people . Icelus has fangs, of course, but his wingspan is significantly shorter than Morpheus's since yes, he is shorter than his brother but still a bit taller than me by a couple of inches He is the youngest out of the three named Oneiroi

|Associations|

*Note that this is UPG*

Animals

Ravens and Crows

Nocturnal rodents like raccoons and Possums

Spiders(To me, his main animal he associates with)

Just creepy crawlies in general. The more legs, the better!

Earthworms

Bats

Snakes

Dragons and Monsters

Black colored animals(how he appears to me in dreams)

He is known for appearing as beasts and animals in dreams, so yeah, he loves a lot of animals

Colors

Red

Black

White

Maroon

Silver

Green

Misc Objects

Feathers

Skulls and skeletons

Gothic decorations

Bug and creepy crawlies decorations or toys

Anything Halloween or spooky

Anything related to Beetlejuice or the band Ghost

Also, he loves memes and cursed images

Sweets like chocolate and cookies

Jewelry (with gothic designs )

Planet

Uranus(he picked it, not me)

😏

Music

Heavy metal

Dark vaudeville/Circus music

Anything that is annoying to his brother Morpheus

Rap

Meme songs

Dubstep

Musicals

Ballads(only a few so far)

He loves Shanklin Freak Show , Ghost , Skrillex , Marilyn Manson ,

Tarot card

The Tower

Crystals

Black tourmaline

Onyx

Obsidian

Red colored gems

Herbs and flowers

Mugwort

Roses

"Anything that bites back" is what he told me

Poppies

|Working and worship|

Icelus tends to like dark spaces, which I learned by Clairsentience he likes to lurk in an unused bathroom in my dorm or currently in my apartment bathroom, laundry room or closet, so I tend to keep the light off in those area's. And whenever I turn on the light, my clairaudience picks up on him hissing. So keep that in mind when it comes to altar placement. Also, he is very good for shadow work and inner child work. He teaches me how to laugh and have a sense of humor since I'm usually very serious. He can be vulgar and rude at times, so keep that in mind . Icelus can be brutal at times, but through tribulations, he brings you to understanding. When it comes to banishing bad spirits, he will tear them apart, lol. Ie he very good at that!

Also bonus:

Icelus, to me, sounds like Alex Brightman as Beetlejuice from the musical . Imagining Icelus doing and singing "The Whole Being Dead Thing" makes it even funnier cause it's not hard tbh

This gif reminds me of Icelus

#icelus #nightmare #hellenism #phobetor #dreams #Oneiroi #spider #my post

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 2 years

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Confessions of an Imperial Concubine

Chapter Two: Stupid Little Rich Boy

AO3 Author’s note/glossary/info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Throw me in the dirt pit; don’t think about the choices that you make. Throw me in the water; don’t think about the splash I will create.- Daughter, Landfill

Sera had no idea why she was being led through the elaborately decorated halls of the Emperor’s home. She had no idea why she’d been bathed, but she had. In fact, she’d been scrubbed within an inch of her life in places she didn’t think needed special attention. The women attending to her, however, had disagreed, insisting on the scrubbing, lotioning, and perfuming of her skin. Her pale blonde curls had been washed, combed, and intricately styled, and she’d been dressed in a flowing green gown with a strange contraption to hold her breasts up. She had no idea why she hadn’t been permitted to use her own breast bindings or why she’d been put in a smooth, shiny fabric, but there she was, walking behind the Emperor himself with the soft fabric of her gown trailing behind her.

The floors were made of marble that had been polished to the point that she could see her own reflection. She could also see the reflection of the Emperor, which she found greatly displeasing because his appearance was not remotely displeasing. Sera attributed this to the fact that he was a stupid little rich boy who was the product of a stupid little privileged breeding program.

He wouldn’t have such a ridiculous face, she thought furiously, if he’d been made organically like the rest of us.

The walls and ceilings of his rich-boy palace were a soft cream color—she’d never seen walls or ceilings that had color before—, beautifully painted with scenes so intricate, she didn’t have time to take them all in. The hallways were lined with vases of flowers and even statues, the walls adorned with paintings. By the time he stopped in front of a set of carved double doors, she was fairly certain he could feed her entire planet for a good few months at least. She was fuming.

The Emperor was living in luxury while Sera's people were being left to starve in slums, and she wanted to spit on him for it. She’d already known nobility was made up entirely of scum—especially royalty, whether their titles were inherited or stolen—but all of this solidified it. She’d never expected to see the proof firsthand, and yet here it was.

He opened the large doors and gestured for her to step through. Sera did so with her head held high, not contemplating what she might be walking into.

What she was walking into, in fact, was a room filled with jewelry.

There were large displays of crowns, tiaras, headdresses, bracelets connected to rings with hand chains—as well as separate rings and bracelets—, and necklaces, each more elaborate and ostentatious than the last.

Some of them appeared to be grouped separately; namely the headdresses, hand chains, and some of the necklaces. The crowns and tiaras were separate as well; likely because they were intended for royalty only. The Emperor stepped just inside the door and shut it behind him.

“You’re free to come back later and choose anything from these tables—“ he gestured to the tables with the rings, bracelets, and necklaces— “whenever you’d like. For now, however,” he went on, stepping towards the elaborately jeweled hand chains, “it’s important you choose one of these.”

Sera stared at him for several seconds.“Why?”

The Emperor tilted his head slightly to the side as if in thought. “You’re living under me from this moment on,” he said after a few seconds. “Every woman living under me must select one to wear. It signifies that you serve me now.”

Fueled by the fire his words lit in her veins, Sera lifted her chin defiantly at him and declared, “I’ll die before I lower myself to be your servant, Atreides.”

A slow, soft smile spread across his infuriatingly beautiful features, his glowing blue gaze fixed on her. “You will be many things in your life, Lady Seraphine of the Atreides,” he told her in a quiet, knowing voice, as if certain his words were fact, a foregone conclusion. “A servant is not one of them.”

She was too scared to ask, but she couldn’t help but wonder:

Then what am I?

And then, a much more horrifying thought:

He called me Lady Seraphine of the Atreides. What am I?

When she did nothing but stare up at him in stunned silence for several terrifying thuds of her heart, he said, “Emeralds would match your eyes.”

The eyes in question narrowed, and she informed him, “I’d prefer if you didn’t look at my eyes.” After a moment of thought, she added, “Or look at me at all, in fact.”

The Emperor only smiled slightly and shook his head.

Sera turned away from him, though she felt his gaze on her still. She told herself the emerald hand chain she selected had nothing to do with what he’d said, but she didn’t miss his soft smile when he saw her choice.

“I won’t do it,” Sera insisted firmly, staring down at the exasperated dressmaker. “I won’t undress with him present.” She jerked her chin in the direction of the man in question, who was looking increasingly annoyed.

The dressmaker sighed and turned towards the intruder. “You really needn’t be here, Majesty,” the older woman informed him. “It took additional time for me to make the extra trips to Her Ladyship’s chamber so as to bring my supplies, and I’ve done this many times before, as you well know—“

“I realize that,” the Emperor told her with forced patience, “but I’m afraid I must stay and ensure this is done correctly. She’s too important to take risks with, even on something so small.”

Sera was about to ask what in the hell he meant by risk when he added, “But if it will speed things up, I’ll turn around.”

He did so, and Sera stripped out of her gown hastily. Glancing down at her slippered feet, a truly marvelous thought suddenly occurred to her. Stepping out of her shoes, she reached down, took one in hand, reared her arm back, and let fly.

The dainty slipper sailed through the air in an arc, and a self-satisfied grin spread across Sera’s face when it smacked the Emperor square in the back of the head.

To her horror, however, he immediately whipped his head around, and she saw his eyes trail the length of her bare body no less than two times before he turned back around.

She was sputtering in abject fury when he said, “Don’t throw things at me if you don’t want me to look at you.”

Sera glared fiercely at the back of his stupidly beautiful head, but chose to remain silent.

If she spoke to him, he might turn around again, and she couldn’t risk that, now could she?

“I must measure Your Ladyship’s bosom,” the dressmaker said exasperatedly.

“Yes,” Sera agreed in annoyance, “around my torso, I understand that, but the lengths you are measuring here, the positions—“

“Your Ladyship’s gowns require precise measurements of her entire body,” the older woman informed her. “The backside is next, and then the thighs—“

“The what?” Sera hissed. “Whatever could you need to measure those things for?”

“Precision,” the dressmaker insisted. “Now if Your Ladyship would please position her bosom as I’ve requested—“

“Fine,” Sera snapped, primarily conceding because the Emperor’s hands were twitching at his sides and she was afraid he’d turn back around and set his freaky, glowing, spice-addicted eyes on her.

She did as requested, positioning her breasts at whichever odd angles the dressmaker bade her until the older woman decided she was done. Sera watched the Emperor the entire time, hoping the occasional twitching of his hands was only coincidental in its precedence of the dressmaker mentioning a part of her body. Her backside didn’t require as much positioning, thank god, nor did her thighs.

A full hour passed before she was allowed to don her clothes again and the dressmaker was sent on her way.

It was around the time that Sera was no longer being poked and prodded that her attention was drawn to the room around her.

The dressmaker had implied that this was Sera’s room. This was very odd indeed for a multitude of reasons. First, Sera had never been in possession of her own room. She’d been lucky enough to only have to share a room with her sisters rather than her brothers as well. She’d had her own bed at one point, but her eldest sister, Maeve, had been born only a year after her, and they’d shared a bed every since. As such, Sera had no idea what having a bed to oneself might be like. Her house was sizable—at least as far as houses on Beakkal went—and even so, the room she currently stood in would likely fit her entire home quite comfortably. It felt strange—wrong—for one person to occupy so much space.

Like the rest of the palace, the cream-colored walls and ceilings were painted with scenes she wanted to spend hours studying, and there was gold around the corners of the ceilings. Lavish rugs adorned the floors, so thick her feet sank into them and she couldn’t see her toes.

There was a vanity table of carved wood with various jeweled bottles and jars set atop it as well as two large wardrobes pushed into one corner with an ornate chair between them. In another corner was a table and chair set with a vase in the center of the table. There were two intricately carved archways, as well— one that was rather small and had fabric covering it that prevented any visibility through it, and one that was wide and had a more sheer fabric concealing what was behind it. It appeared to be the sleeping section of the room, based on the large bed that she could make out beyond it. There were windows that were arched in the same way, and they had glass. She had glass. In her own room.

The fabrics that adorned the room were unlike anything she’d ever seen, too— they were lustrous in a way that reminded her of still water.

She was fairly certain that the bed she saw was intended for her and her alone, which was astonishing in and of itself. She’d been able to make out at least five thick, fluffy pillows, which was exceedingly strange to her given that she’d spent her life fighting for one flat pillow on a shared mattress with Maeve.

Much to Sera’s dismay, however, the Emperor had shut the doors behind the older woman when she’d left rather than following after her, and Sera had been focused far too much on the room to even consider its other inhabitant.

“This is…” Sera gulped when he turned his gaze on her— he was always so unnerving. “This is my room?”

He tilted his head to the side slightly and nodded.

The shoe she’d thrown at him was a few feet to his left. This would’ve been much more amusing to her if it didn’t remind her of what he’d seen after it hit him.

“Why?” she asked, afraid of the answer. “Shouldn’t I be in a… a dungeon or something?”

He smiled softly at her and took several steps forward.

She fought the urge to run.

“Why?” he parroted back at her, his voice gentle in a way that made her blood turn to ice. “Would you prefer a dungeon?”

Sera narrowed her eyes at him. “I’d prefer to go home.”

The Emperor said nothing, choosing to stare at her instead.

The dress she’d been given to wear revealed too much of her breasts. It pushed them upwards in a way she was unused to. And worse yet, he’d… he’d seen her.

“What am I?” she finally asked. “Why do I have a fancy room, or… this?” She lifted the hand chain up and jingled it, the emeralds winking in the light. “I’m not a servant, so what am I? A slave?”

“No,” the Emperor said with a soft chuckle, “you’re not a slave. You’re a kept woman.” He paused for a moment before saying, “Any woman living under me is one of the Kept, and they are given a number of things; status, respect, clothes, jewels, whatever else they wish for. You are one of them now.”

Sera stared at him for several seconds and had to fight the urge to back away. She’d heard of girls on Beakkal getting noticed by local officials and being taken to live with them; it was transactional. They got wealth and luxury in exchange for their bodies. “That sounds a lot like a concubine,” she said shakily.

The Emperor shrugged slightly. “If that’s what you choose to call it.”

This time, she did back away from him. She couldn’t help herself.

“I’m not letting you touch me,” she spat, furiously looking around the room for something to use as a weapon. “I’ll die first.”

He watched her with laughter in his eyes and a small smile gracing his too-perfect lips. “I have no interest in touching you until you want me to. Everything between us will be consensual.”

Until?! she thought furiously.

“You’ll be waiting a very long time, then.”

There was that soft smile again. “That’s fine,” he assured her gently. “I can wait.”

He left after that, quietly shutting the doors behind him, and Sera glared fiercely at the doorway he’d just walked through.

“Then you’ll be waiting the rest of your freakishly long life, you glow-eyed, spice-addicted bastard.”

She told herself that the peal of laughter she heard on the other side of the door was entirely unrelated.

In collaboration with @dunefandomevents for the Dune Mini Bang 2022. Art by @alexagirlie, moodboard by me, brainstorming with @meetmyothersoulss, and betaing by @patronsaintofthetwinks

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scotttrismegistus7 · 9 months

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THE BLACK DIAMOND, NEI KUNG AND SATURN GNOSIS: I AM A LIVING MAGNITAR ELECTROMAGNET

IGNIS: TELLING ME THE SECRETS OF HOW TO BUILD A SPACESHIP OUT OF TWO BAGS OF BARBECUE POTATO CHIPS AND RABBIT SPIT. ~DARK LOTUS~

MY ACOLYTE: MASTER, HOW MIGHT ONE ACQUIRE THE EYE OF HELL?

VENERABLE TEACHER: YOU WANT TO KNOW THE SECRETS OF YOUR FATHER? HOW GOOD ARE YOU AT DYING?

MY ACOLYTE: WHAT GOOD ARE THE SECRETS IF I AM DEAD AND CANNOT USE THEM?

VENERABLE TEACHER: I'M TALKING ABOUT THE KEYS OF DEATH ITSELF. I'M TALKING ABOUT ENTWINED SERPENTS COILED INTO A BALL AND WORN AS MY HEADDRESS. I'M TALKING ABOUT THE EYE STAR OF SOUND, I'M TALKING ABOUT THE DRAGON THRONE OF ISIS. YOU ARE MORE DEAD NOW THAN YOU WILL BE AFTER YOU HAVE DIED...

BECAUSE TO WALK THE PATH OF THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK MEANS THAT I DIE IN EVERY MOMENT. YET HERE I STAND IN FRONT OF YOU.

MY ACOLYTE: MASTER, HOW CAN I PREPARE MYSELF?

VENERABLE TEACHER: LEARN TO SWIM. IF YOU WISH TO MAKE WAVES BY DIVING INTO THE OCEAN OF THE DARKNESS, BEHIND THE VEIL OF NEGATIVE EXISTENCE ONCE YOU RELEASE THE FEAR AND TAKE THE DIVE, YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF ABLE TO BREATHE UNDERWATER.

MY ACOLYTE: WILL I BE A FISH THEN?

VENERABLE TEACHER: EVERYTHING CHANGES BUT YOUR FATHER WHO IS THE LORD OF CHANGE, AND IF YOU ATTAIN THE HONOR OF REACHING YOUR FATHER, YOU WILL BE AS HE IS. THERE IS NO SEPARATION IN THE DARKNESS, IT IS AN OCEAN WHERE EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED BY THE WAVES WE MAKE THEREIN. THE ONLY PLACE YOU WILL FIND DEFINED SEPARATION BETWEEN YOURSELF AND OTHERS LEADING TO THE ALTERED EGO IS IN THE LIGHT WITH THE REST OF THOSE WHO ARE BURNING IN THE LIGHT OUTSIDE OF THE WATER.

MY ACOLYTE: PERHAPS IT IS BETTER TO BE A FISH THEN?

VENERABLE TEACHER: EMITTING A BELLY LAUGH, PERHAPS. PERHAPS IT IS BETTER TO BE A NUMMO, A FISH WITH WINGS.

MY ACOLYTE: DO I REALLY HAVE TO PERMANENTLY DAMAGE MY OWN CHAKRAS TO GAIN THE DRAGON POWER OF THE THUNDER AND THE LIGHTNING?

VENERABLE TEACHER: THAT'S A VERY GOOD QUESTION. IF YOU CAN WITHSTAND THE HIGH PRESSURES OF THE DEEP AND SWIM DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS YOU CAN ASK THE FATHER THAT QUESTION.

MY ACOLYTE: WHAT IS THIS OCEAN THAT YOU SPEAK OF, AND WHERE IS THE FATHER THAT I MIGHT FIND HIM?

VENERABLE TEACHER: THE FATHER IS HIDDEN IN THE DARK OCEAN OF THE MOTHER, FOREVER WEARING HER DARK WATERS AS HIS GARMENTS IN HIS OWN DIMENSION BEHIND BOTH TIME AND SPACE. YOU WILL NOT FIND THE FATHER BY LOOKING, BUT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FEEL THE WAVES HE IS MAKING, AND HAS BEEN MAKING FROM THE BEGINNING BEFORE TIME WHEN HE DEFINED IT. THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I MEASURED THE UNIVERSE LOOKING FOR THE FATHER, AND I WAS UNABLE TO FIND HIM. RIGHT WHEN I GAVE UP AND REACHED THE EDGE OF TIME AND SPACE, THE FATHER CAME TO ME. HE BESTOWED UPON ME THE DRAGON POWER OF HIS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING, AND FALLING OFF THE EDGE OF ETERNITY I FOUND MYSELF EXACTLY IN THE CENTER WHERE THERE WAS EVERYTHING I WAS LOOKING FOR.

MY ACOLYTE: LOOKING CONFUSED AND FRUSTRATED REMAINED SILENT.

VENERABLE TEACHER: IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR THE OCEAN LOOK INSIDE YOUR HEART. IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR THE FATHER, THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK, CRYSTALLINE METAL MAY NOT ITSELF BE FLEXIBLE, BUT THE GREAT MOTHER'S OCEAN OF PRIMEVAL DARKNESS IS. YOU WILL FIND PIECES OF YOUR FATHER SWIMMING IN THE VEINS OF YOUR MOTHER, FOR IT IS BY HER THAT YOUR METAL FATHER IS ABLE TO MOVE. HE IS IN THE PERPETUALLY ENERGIZING WAVES THAT MAKE HER ALIVE. AT THE CENTER OF THE FOUR RIVERS OF THE PRIMEVAL DARKNESS THAT IS YOUR MOTHER'S OCEAN, THERE IT IS THAT YOU WILL FIND THE FATHER WHO WILL GRANT YOU THE POWERS OF THE LEFT HAND PATH WHO IS AT THE BOTTOM AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TWO RAMS HORNS, THE BLACK FLAME OF BAPHOMET AT THE CENTER OF EVERY VORTEX. YOU MUST SWIM IN THE CURVES BEFORE YOU CAN WALK AMONG THE ANGLES.

THE BLACK SUN KEEPS ON SHINING, AND IF YOU WISH TO BE ONE OF THE DRAGON RAYS JUST DIVE INSIDE OF YOURSELF AND INTO THE OCEAN OF YOUR DREAMS. THEN I, THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK, THE FATHER AND THE ANCIENT OF DAYS, WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU THERE. BY BECOMING PART OF THE OCEAN WHERE EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED BY THE WAVES OF THE BLACK SUN SHINING, JUST BY DIVING IN YOU WILL HAVE BECOME A PART OF ME, AND I WILL HAVE BECOME A PART OF YOU.

A WISE MAN AND A SHAMAN OF THE SERPENT ONCE GAVE ME SOME PRICELESS WORDS OF ADVICE, HE SAID, "YOU LOVE-UM SNAKE, THAT IS THE ANSWER TO ALL OF YOUR QUESTIONS." THE WISDOM OF THE MODERN PEOPLE IS WRONG, SEEING THE OSTRICH AS FOOLISH FOR STICKING ITS HEAD INTO THE GROUND. THE OSTRICH IS WISE AND STRONG, THE WISE OSTRICH JUST WISHES TO BE CLOSER TO THE MOTHER OF ALL LIFE AND THE FATHER OF ALL THINGS, BECAUSE THERE IS A SOURCE OF PEACE INSIDE OF THE OSTRICH WHISPERING TO HIM CONTINUALLY, TELLING HIM THAT CLOSENESS TO THE SOURCE IS ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS.

LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS THE PO-PILI LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK, ISIS THE GREAT MOTHER OF ALL LIFE, AND THAT WHICH TOGETHER THEY FORM THAT IS THE BEATING HEART OF ALL THAT IS OR EVER WILL BE, THE BLACK SUN!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #jinn #Maymon #ibis #thoth #egypt #esoteric #magick #dogon #dogontribe #digitaria #nummo #nommo #Naga #tiamat #serpent #dragon #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley #typhon #echidna #ancientaliens #TheGrays #grayaliens #aliens #yeben #andoumboulou

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arcaneorderships · 2 years

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you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire? // skrael to bellroc tho

here ya go ^_^ *hands you this ball of pure angst*

tw: allusions to injury and death, flashbacks, skrael being traumatized from seeing bellroc almost die, spacing out while playing with a ball of fire😬

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“So,” Skrael swallowed, “you're certain you don't want to see this?”

The lump of blankets and bandages he sat beside didn't respond.

“It's not often I make a fool of myself, and even rarer for it to be on purpose, you know.”

Skrael thumbed over the worn fabric of his cloak, then pulled out two balls, one loosely stuffed and made of fabric scraps, the other an animal bladder filled with sand and a few small stones. Nari had taught him a little campfire trick that she’d picked up from some humans a thousand years ago, before… everything.

Skrael shook the thoughts away and tossed one ball in the air, then the other. Supporting them with small gusts of wind, (which, despite Nari’s insistence, was not cheating) he kept them circling with only slight assistance from his hands. It was nice, the repetitive motion that took his mind away from his oft spiraling thoughts. It wasn't as though there weren't things to do, things that he honestly should be doing, needed to do- but he couldn't leave them, not while they were so still, so-

His hands fumbled and he cursed as the balls fell out of the air. He spared a glance to Bellroc as he balled his shaky hands in fists to steady them.

“Not flashy enough?” he joked, forcing a grin onto his face, “Would you prefer…”

He traced a circle in the air, and whispered the short summoning incantation (slightly embarrassing that he needed to speak it aloud instead of thinking it or summoning from sheer will alone, as he could do with his signature magics, but it wasn't as though he needed this spell often, with Bellroc being themself.)

A bright pale flame sprung from his hand, and he shaped it into a small orb with a twisting of fingers. It flew into the air, followed by the other two balls, it’s circles tracing bright shadows onto the back of his eyes, the warmth in his palms familiar-

They're crumpled beneath him, in a bed of bent black feathers, surrounded by the charred shards of their headdress.

Blood- (too much) scalding his hands, pooling under them, sparking small fires in the grass, their face covered in it, bleeding their warmth into the ground. It was too much, too much blood- his hands hovered shaking, they were losing too much blood- he couldn’t do anything, couldn't even stop them from going in on impulse.

“Nari!” he screamed- she could fix it, she had to be able to fix it- but she wasn't here.

“Nari- please, Nari!” he pleaded, voice breaking-

A ball landed on his leg, startling him back. The room was dark, his summoned fire gone out without tending. Skrael pressed his fisted and shaking hands to his eyes, ignoring their dampness, and tried to breathe though the gasping sobs that threatened to break out of him.

A few moments passed as he steadied himself, counting the beads laced into the hem of his cape, one by one. Bone, glass, ceramic, and metal- he dragged his fingernail across their sides and into their curves, taking slow breaths to the calming motion.

It was quiet again, with his breathing under control, and Bellroc still unstirring. With only a moment's hesitation, he crawled onto their bed, on top of the blankets. He curled into their warm-but-not-quite-warm-enough side and wound his hands into his hair, for once wishing it wasn't quite so cold.

#skraelroc #skrael #bellroc #the arcane order #😭#not me forgetting to post this💀#but also- yippee!! 100th post! how time flies ..

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@aristarchos said: i’m terrified of feeling this way for a lifetime. // seth @ sekhmet

( 14 WAYS TO DIE STARTERS )

Sekhmet turns her head at Seth’s words , clawed nails resting against the bared skin of her waist as she listens to him. It’s a rare admission of vulnerability that she doesn’t have to coax out of him or force him to acknowledge by looking into himself. He offers it freely , though if its because he needs someone to listen or something slipped from lips loosened by wine she doesn’t know or ask.

Instead she picks her way across the room till she’s standing beside his lounging form , orange eyes glowing in the darkness her headdress casts. Countless gods would fight each other for the chance to see something vulnerable of this war god , though she knows plenty. People don’t turn to her for things like this , and his own acknowledgement of what bothers him would also render her usual role pointless here.

“ Running from it won’t help. “ She settles down beside him without reservation or hesitation though anyone else would call such an action mad. Rightfully so given Seth’s hostility and aggression. But no such thing bothers Sekhmet as she gazes down at his closed eyes and red hair sprawled everywhere. Like rivers of blood , though what had once been something more or less good now tainted with nightmares.

“ To simply flee is to be hunted , like the rat from the snake. “ She raises a hand from the bed to press lightly against his cheek. It is far from an unfamiliar gesture when it is from her. How often she lays hand like a cat in sunlight. It is not a distant analogy , war and destruction went together , weapons and blood. And she knew his plights more than any other.

Her headdress jangles as she tilts her head just a fraction. “ But acknowledging it is the first step. You know better than anyone how wars rage. This is no different , only a different form. Acknowledge it and grow to face it , or hide and be destroyed by it like a kingdom that pretends nothing is wrong. A sorry fall for a proud man. “

It feels absurd sitting here giving advice for free. Ah , but she much prefers his fury than this sunken gloom. She preferred when his eyes burned , even when he lashed out towards her. Was it attractive ? Yes. But it was also living , unlike the expression of a dried up riverbed that appeared now.

Sekhmet sighs , leaning down a bit closer. “ It will not be spontaneous. But if you don’t want to feel this , then fight. Do what you do best. “ A claw taps on his chest once , twice , three times to make her point. “ Grow , and you will not always feel this. “ Both hands lift now to cup his cheeks , a smile on her lips. “ And if you ask very nicely one day , perhaps I’ll help if you choose to call on me. “ If she felt like it. If he swallowed his pride. So many ifs. She would watch regardless.

Her hands withdraw to rest on the bed again as she leans back slightly. “ Tsk. And here I thought I was being invited for a drink. You’re lucky I rather like you. “ She says , switching her serious tone to something lighter. An escape , if he chose it , though she watches him from the corner of her eye to see how he reacts as she looks ahead.

#aristarchos #no personal space but whats new there #look at them having an actual discussion #〉sink to your knees before her bloodied claws〈 — 𓃬 ⌜sekhmet⌟#〉whispering in your ear from shadows〈 — 𓃬 ⌜sekhmet ennead verse⌟

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The 13 Lords of the Shogun - Review

SPOILERS!!

In less than a week, far faster than I've finished any taiga drama, I have finished The 13 Lords of the Shogun. I was evidently addicted to this show, yet again, far more than any other taiga drama. Everytime an episode ended, I booted up the next. I juet couldn't stop.

Certainly there were times I paused it. But this is likely due to my short attention span, but I always came back soon after.

The actors were good; the music was great; there were emotional moments that even made me come close to actually crying.

My favorite fucking characters all died!

I don't know much of this period, so other than Kiyomori, Yoritomo, Yoshinaka, Yoshitsune, Go-Shirakawa, and Noriyori, I literally didn't know when anyone else died. I fucking LOVED Kazusa-no-Suke Hirotsune (Koichi Sato)! I fucking loved that old man, he was soo great! I was very upset when he was publicly murdered. I was heavily upset.

Then (or before) Yoshinaka (Munetaka Aoki), who I actually came to like, fucking dies. I knew he would die, but they made me like him! He was another favorite.

Then I liked Hatakeyama Shigetada because I'm a simp and liked Taishi Nakagawa as Toyotomi Hideyori in Sanada Maru. But on the subject of him, what was up with all the brow-raising he did. In almost every scene I saw him in, he had one brow raised. I don't know what that was about.

But he died too, so yeah. He has a great fight scene with Koshiro (Shun Oguri) that I really liked because... THE ARMOR WORKED! Every time that shit happens, I am happy!

Then my favorites were Wada Yoshimori (Eiji Yokota) and Minamoto no Sanetomo (Hayato Kakizawa). ...yeah they fucking died too. Obviously.

I just loved that old fool, Wada Yoshimori! He was the replacement Kazusa. Plus, my other favorite, Sanetomo, liked him. They were friends! Gods damn it all!

I also called it that Sanetomo (show-wise, as far as I know) was gay. He looked at Yasutoshi (Koshiro's son) way too fondly. Then the jealousy and the love poem. It was obvious.

I was, of course, biased toward the attractive, pathetic, gay twink. Very much so, haha!

I was very upset at Koshiro for killing them both. Even if Sanetomo's was more indirect. Wada was shot with arrows in front of Sanetomo after he, I believe, surrendered. Sanetomo was assassinated by his nephew, but Koshiro knew it would happen and did nothing. So yeah, fuck me.

Anyway, I loved how Koshiro slowly went from being upset and admonishing Yoritomo for his scheming and dark actions, to Koshiro doing the same thing so Hojo would stand on top of the samurai.

By the end, I did not support Koshiro's actions. I understood why he did them, but I did not support him, nor did I really like him by the end. I was upset to see him die, especially the way he did, but I still didn't like him anymore.

I liked Ama Midai's speech to rally the Bando samurai. I also liked when she switched from the white headdress to the purple headdress (whatever it may be called).

Now, Koshiro's fight with Hatakeyama. There was a moment where, if he wanted to, Hatakeyama could have killed Koshiro. There was a too-long pause during the fight. That's a no-no.

Yet again, not all humor landed with me. But the one with Yoshimori and Koshiro, where Yoshimori cuts off his eyebrow, was hilarious.

But anyway, despite all this, I personally give it a 6/10.

Now, do I think it deserves higher? Yes. This is why I changed it to 7/10.

7/10

Currently, my Taiga Drama ranking list has this show at either 3 or 4. Being above or below, Hideyoshi (1996).

I forgot! I loved Hatta (Hayato Ichihara) as well.

Also, they seemed to make the Minamoto bitches. Like Yoritomo: reprehensible actions and spoiled (at least in the beginning); Yoshitsune: impatient, dishonorable, bloodthirsty. He got better after the Genpei War, but not much; Yoriie: almost immediately he takes after his father and is a womanizer. He tries to take a gokenin's wife, and then when that doesn't work, he wants to execute the guy! What the fuck! The only good thing I can say about him is that he tried to rebuild his relatio ship with his concubine and died fighting. That's it; Sanetomo: I love him, but he's weak, way too weak. Being fair, he was always a puppet and hardly had the chance to take power. He also, fairly, sided with the Court in the West. But that is fair considering it was either them or Koshiro (who was reprehensible at this point). He also made the right decision for the wrong reason: Not making Tsurumaru (Koshiro's not "adopted son) a gokenin. Not because he hadn't done anything deserving of it, but because he hugged Yasutoki, whom Sanetomo had a crush on.

The only Minamoto I fully liked was Yoshinaka and his son, Yoshitaka. Perhaps I had nothing against Noriyori.

But yeah, that was it.

#The 13 Lords of the Shogun #kamakura dono no 13 nin #taiga drama #show review

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lampea-by-lamplight · 2 years

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feel a little safer when i'm with you

this is how i die was not a sentiment she ever expected to utter as a result of a dress, especially not when the method of execution apparently being employed on her was suffocation.

(the fact she can't get said dress off might also be a factor, since it looks like she's just going to have to live and die in a wedding dress she never would have chosen for herself.)

"do all nobles have a thing for suffocating their brides, or was i just unlucky?"

"only the ones with skeletons in their wardrobes, so unlucky is an apt way to describe yourself."

she stifles the noise of surprise that attempts to leave her as she partially twists round and stares at the source of the other voice in the room, leaning against the door that had squeaked so loudly at her entrance, but apparently kept quiet for him. silence stretches between them, broken by the faint sound of their friends tearing through the house, as she stares at the man who snuck up on her.

a sigh leaves him. “you've been in here half an hour and,” his eyes flick over her, “you’ve only removed the headdress and veil. the others are halfway through looting the place.”

"you can't be serious- i mean how big is this mansion?" she splutters. "even with four of them at it, it should take a few hours at least to cover everything!"

of course her only point of reference for large scale buildings was the church of the order of the dove, and even she's aware that building was small potatoes in the world of architecture and buildings with more rooms than it knew what to do with, so maybe her judgement of how big it was is skewed.

“you underestimate the allure of riches,” his voice is wry, his eyes are piercing even behind glasses, and she is still being slowly suffocated by the dress. “what’s taking you so long?”

“i…” she flicks her eyes around the room, unable to look him directly in the eye, until she winds up staring at a very ugly portrait - she supposes some nobles are attractive only because of their purses, but that’s irrelevant to her current situation. “i’m not good at undoing corsets, apparently.”

he watches her - the way she avoids his gaze, the way she bites at her lower lip, the blush that paints her cheeks, the way she’s still so innocent despite having every reason not to be (despite everything she’s seen and done) - and steps closer, his hands already brushing against her spine as he picks up the ends of the corset ties.

“let me,” he whispers, softly, against her ear.

she jerks her head forward, face burning and eyes startled, her reflection failing at maintaining composure; averting her eyes does not actually stop her from looking at him, to her dismay, but that's what she gets for standing in front of a mirror in the first place.

even through leather gloves, she can feel the heat radiating from his fingers - it's distracting in the worst and best of ways, because really he's doing her a favour and making this weird is the last thing she wants, but at least it provides a distraction from the impending breakdown over almost being forcibly married.

"why choose white, anyway."

a questioning hum leaves the man behind her, and her skin burns at the fact she spoke her thoughts aloud like he wasn't right behind her, but she can't stop the stream of words from spilling out of her mouth as she tries to justify herself.

"i mean- i might be three thousand years out of touch with the current trends and fashions of nobility, if i was even aware of them to begin with, and the story of how i know the bare minimum of noble fashion is one that would take so much wine for me to spill in the first place - i don't know why i mentioned that - but i do know that wedding dresses tend to be in the house colours, and white is definitely not a desmond house colour so. is it because they didn't know my house colour, not that i have one, or is it some weird ritual thing i don't want to know about if i want to sleep at night?"

his fingers still and, even as she averts her eyes from the mirror and stares at the ground, breathing unsteady after not pausing once during the torrent of words that just spilled out, she knows he's thinking her half rhetorical question through; it's nice of him to entertain her random thoughts, when he isn't being smug or insufferable or just an arsehole, even if he's in fine company for that, and it's making it even harder to crush this burgeoning interest into something small and easily forgotten.

i do not need this she thinks why do i always catch feelings for the guy who follows my thought process and tries to answer my questions, no matter how ridiculous or off topic?

"purity," he says, finally, and it's her turn to hum questioningly. “they chose white because of your purity.”

she laughs, quick and slightly derisive, and finally meets his eye in the mirror. “you’re kidding. i’m not that pure, in fact i’m no purer than you are.”

his shoulders pull up into a shrug, casual for all intents and purposes if she didn’t know that he was almost incapable of being anything other than goal orientated and focused, but the intense look on his face makes her still, makes her shiver.

“you are so much purer than me, than i ever was, and you already know that,” his voice is quiet as he focuses on unlacing the knots and bows that keep her in a dress he finds he wants to burn, “you’re one of the kindest people i know, even with your own selfishness and anger and wit, and i have known many people - most of them willing to turn traitor at the slightest hint of power and wealth they wouldn’t have to work for. you are a rarity in the world we find ourselves in. that’s not even mentioning the other reason they could find you pure.”

“yeah, but…” she draws her shoulders up into her own shrug, quick and jerky and uncomfortable, “then it’d be a question of how do they know that and that’s actually a question i never want to have answered.”

he laughs, a sound so rare that she feels inordinately pleased at having startled it out of him, as he undoes the final knot and the corset loosens. “it could also be in respect of the fact you grew up in the order of the dove.”

“you know, considering i don’t advertise my origins, that’s almost worse.” her smile is small, despite the dryness and content of her words, as she turns to face him properly.

the unfortunate thing is he’s taller than floros, who is taller than her, so it isn’t exactly easy to reach his face. still, she touches his shoulder and motions for him to lean down slightly.

before she can second guess herself, she presses her lips against his cheek. “thank you for helping me,” she pulls away and smiles at him.

any shock or embarrassment he might’ve felt is wiped clean from his face, but his lips are quirked up into the slightest of smiles, so she’ll take that as a win.

“you are welcome.” he bows, slightly, perhaps like he would if life was different and they didn’t meet on a quest to kill a beast, which really tells you all you need to know about the difference between his upbringing and his current life.

life’s funny like that.

#tsenpha #type; writing #oc; darya grönvall #oc; fitzgerald de fresel #group; an adventuring party walks into a tavern #rom; world on our shoulders #geo; lilios

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The House And Its Pillar

Pairings: lord!namjoon x commoner!reader

Genre: historical!fiction / angst / poetry / short!fic /

Summary: It was between love and life.. You have to choose! (Warning: either will make you crumble)

Warnings: death / angst / a hint of fluff / talks of treason / talks on difficulties that come with poverty

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Poetic Pain.. This is what I like to call it - @jayhopely ;) Wrote this on a whim! Namjoon short fic, go! go! go! - don’t bash me for getting historical shit wrong - I tried my best with research and the knowledge I already had

In a world strip off of glory and dusted in grim, she sits there a flower slowly crumbling away as the pillars of her house did.. For someone as fragile as she was, you would expect tears to brim from every intersection of her eyes.. Enough to fill up a well and perhaps enough to drown out the world that bows beneath the feet of those with gold shoved up their throats.. A world where those with sticks hanging out of their necks are ignored, outcasted and belittled..

‘Agashi (miss/young lady).. Do you need help?’ she continued sitting there, unwilling to move.

He wanted something from her, she could tell.. It was either to kiss his fingers or to plough his land.. In a world like this, people like him are everywhere..

‘Agashi.. Are you okay?’

She was more than okay, she didn’t need his help.. She wanted to scream at him.. Scream for him to go away. That his definition of help was her demise.. But what can a person like her do? She wields no power, nor wealth.. Fastened in her hair was nothing but a simple binyeo (hair clip worn often in the past, usually to indicate that a woman is married) made out of wood..

The headdress you wore defined you - it was the living breathing indication of your rank, status and wealth - the more extravagant, the bigger and bolder the headdress.. the greater you are..

Her stomach shrunken from days of food shortage, her eyes void of sleep, and her face crestfallen as the land was.. There hadn’t been rain in weeks, no crops to blossom and no water to quench her undying thirst.. She would cry and let her knees bleed till red marred the soil beneath her, shouting at the sky and blaming whoever and whatever for her misery.. But this fate that has befallen her isn’t only hers to make tears of.. (her late husband cried much much more) A famine and a drought that came hand in hand..

‘Agashi.. Do you need my help? I have brought nourishment with me..’

She cackles.. She cackles.. She cackles so hard her lungs feel like bursting..

Nourishment? Help? She cackles.. She cackles.. The bastard king doesn't even care about the people.. Who is he to care? An eighteenth-century philanthropist? A bored nobleman that has too many grains of rice in his storage room that he can’t help but taunt the living dead with? Living dead - that’s what she is.. She lives only because she hasn’t starved to death yet, she lives only because false hope lines the steps of her damned home.. Or should a place that threatens to collapse on her and brings nothing but doom be called a house?

‘Agashi..’

‘Please leave..’

She was sure he’d slice at her neck right then and there, a permanent tear on her skin - decades and decades required to bring it to a fade.. What a shame, she can’t even fill that tear with gold.. All she has is dirt.. The healed and faded tear, a reminder that he will find her once again.. And when he does, that heedless tongue of hers will be his..

‘Agashi, you look like you need help..’

She cackles.. and cackles.. The man before her - she found hilarious.. His help? She could swear over her life and the tiny plot of land she owned, that his help was not needed. She was ready to crawl on all fours and start screaming, crying, laughing - like a crazy wench possessed by a demon of some sort. She’d rather die now than get help from a man like him.

‘Agashi..’

‘Please go.. Nari (Sir / my lord / your honour - a term used by people of the lower class to refer to those in the upper class), I do not require help.’

‘Agashi..’

In a world where his presence can either bring about chaos or joy, he stands there so close to falling apart.. He’s touched mud before, he’s nearly drowned before.. But that does not change the fact that he grew up with plates made out of jade and never went a day going hungry..

‘Please..’ one look, and that’s all it takes for him to back away and give up..

That day, he hoped to anyone and everyone that he would never see her again.. Because the day he sees her again is the day she’ll lay on the surface of a field somewhere - no longer breathing - waiting for vultures to peck at her.. He does not know of her story, her pain or her betrayals.. He never will... But, he wishes her luck..

That day, he leaves without a fight..

‘You,’ the next time he runs into her again, her dirtied robes are replaced with lace and her hair is tied up all prettily - swept to the side..

In his head, she is smiling.. In reality, she is scowling..

‘Why are you here?’

‘Revenge.’

‘Revenge?’

‘I am here for the king, Nari..’

‘He’s not worthy of that title.. The people deserve better. I am here for them.’

‘And why do you tell me this, agashi?’

‘I have overhead you and your father conversing over at the lake..’

She drops down onto her knees..

‘Please forgive me for eavesdropping in on your conversation, Nari.. I know of how I do not deserve forgiveness.. However, both you and me.. Nari.. We want the same for our country. So, please reconsider punishing me for being ruthless and lacking of courtesy..’

‘Get up..’ his voice - demanding..

She reaches for the hand she rejected years ago..

‘How can you trust me? How are you so sure that I am nothing but the king’s spare pair of eyes? I know you overheard me conversing with my father over at the lake, but how do you know I didn't mean to let you overhear?’

‘You’re a nice person,’ a sad smile grazes her lips, a look that is more foreign to him than the extravagance she is covered in.

‘That day.. Two years ago.. You left water, food and blankets at my door..’

‘Because of you, Nari.. That day, I felt warm.. Both my hands and my heart felt warm..’

‘The king’s a coward.. If you choose to help me, the fourth room of the fourth quarter - I will be there.’

She’s kissed the king, she’s laid with him.. She’s made her way through washing obscenity off of clothes to bathing in a bowl of flowers.. She’s made it far.. And the day she gets high up enough - he will be dead - his body displayed for everyone to see.. Perhaps, she’s doing him a favour.. After all, for once he will be seen - not heard - but seen..

‘Tomorrow, we strike,’ he kisses the side of her cheek, and she moves over to lay her head on his lap.

‘Once this is over, you owe me a bowl of gukbap (rice and soup),’ he chuckles, bending over to place a kiss on her forehead.

This was the day both him and her have been waiting for, ever since they could remember.

The grass was green and the sky was a murky shade of blue..

‘Meet me at the palace’s backdoor.. A carriage is waiting for us..’

What does it feel like to be stabbed in the heart - rivers, oceans, lakes, ponds and puddles of blood soaking through the pores of your once parched skin.. What does it feel like to realise that the last liquid you will ever bathe in is your own blood? What does it feel like to be a king whose death is his people’s triumph?

It has been four months ever since..

‘Y/N..’ his eyes - in them was pain, anger and fear..

‘Why?’ bleeding, he calls out to her.

It has been four months ever since she chose her over him..

Why?

‘Whyyyyyyyyyy?!!!!!’ his screams are trapped in the patches of grass around him - even as they wilt away as the white of winter hits them - his pain they would forever carry.

Why?

Because it felt nice to swim in gold.. They would never understand.. Of how all her life was spent drowning instead of swimming.. Of how she never felt safe, contented or satisfied - just lumps and lumps of anxiety, suspicion and uncertainty that clumped up in her throat.. Helpless, hopeless - she was every terrible adjective in existence and more..

‘Wh-’

The last of what his words were.. cut off.. The same way, without him.. She came crumbling down, the fragile wood she was made off and had disguised with bold red paint depleted to the ground.. Inside, she was proven to be hollow and way too delicate for her own good..

‘Your Majesty, is the gukbap not to your liking?’

‘No.. It’s delectable, Jin.. I don’t have much of an appetite, that’s all..’

‘I needed the warmth of this,’ she points at the dish that sits cold on a tray.

‘But it reminded me of someone I used to cherish dearly..,’ she is quick to add on, ‘His majesty is of course-’

‘Your highness, I might have my head on a platter for this.. But, no one is quite fond of- his majesty.. You have no need to pretend.’

‘It made me sad.. the thought of this person.’

She pauses for a second, the plots of hibiscus flowers that sit outside of her window, making her nothing but awful..

‘It made me sad that I thought betraying you would do me good.. Well, look at me now..’

I’m in pain - she wanted to add..

‘It’s what I want to say to this person...’ she fixes her hanbok, undoing the folds that have formed from sitting down, ‘Do you think he’s doing well, Jin?’

‘I hope he is..’ she flicks the dust off of her window sill..

That’s when she realises - that dust will always follow her around.. No matter where she goes or who she becomes..

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Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, submissive reader

"Yay! It must be Tobi's lucky day!" Tobi exclaimed as he threw down his cards—his winning cards.

You paled.

This generally wouldn't be such a problem.

Sure, Tobi was suspiciously good at Poker when he needed to be, but you never minded when he beat you by a landslide and proceeded to gloat until one of the other Akatsuki members had to shut him up.

Although, since you didn't really want to wager money on the game -your savings had been dwindling recently and you jumped at any opportunity to save some extra Ryo- you and Tobi decided to instead, make a bet.

If you won, Tobi would be at your beck and call for 24 hours; if Tobi won, you would be at his beck and call for 24 hours.

You knew such a bet could go either horribly wrong or horribly right.

However, you hadn't really let the implications of being at Tobi's beck and call hit you until you saw that winning hand.

Tobi was completely unpredictable and a known troublemaker.

He was always 'innocently' finding ways to insult people or taunt them. You were fairly sure he had some weird sadistic hobby to see how far he could bend people before they reacted violently.

You and Tobi had meshed so well in the organization because you were extremely patient and always reacted positively to Tobi's teasing and jabs.

After a while, Tobi seemed to realize that his taunting and teasing wouldn't make you upset, so he claimed you as his "best friend" and took to following you around in his freetime, you being the only one who could handle his overbearing and deliberately annoying nature.

Tobi loved to cause trouble and make fun of people. Despite his 'innocent' nature, you knew his humor was a little twisted at best.

What the hell did I get myself into?

Tobi was giggling like madman at your expression, a hand raised to where his mouth would be to ineffectively muffle his snickers.

"Y/N-Chan's time starts now! She has to be Tobi's maid for a whole day!" Tobi cheered, throwing his arms up into the air.

You blinked.

Maid?

Fuck.

"M-Maid?" You asked, already knowing that no matter what he responded with you were screwed.

Tobi giggled a bit more, "Yep! Tobi's even got Y/N-Chan a cute little outfit to wear while she does everything Tobi desires~" Tobi explained, his amusement coming off him in waves.

Maid? 'Cute little Outfit'? Tobi's desires!? God, help me.

You sighed, "Very well, Tobi."

"Actually, Y/N-Chan...there's something else Tobi would like you to call him~"

Here you are, dressed in a maid outfit.

A frilly black and white choker secured around your neck and your hair down, your top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, and your skirt giving you about two inches of leeway.

If you so much as bent over, your panties would be revealed to anyone in the vicinity. To top it all off, you had a white waist apron with little frills on the ends.

It covered even less than your skirt.

Kami, where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this?

Your internal lamenting is brought to halt as you hear Tobi cooing at you.

"Y/N-Chan~ you look so nice, all dressed up for Tobi like this~" He put his gloved hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him as he continued to inspect your form.

You swallowed, "Thank you, Tobi~Sama." You said softly, as he had requested you call him.

You blushed in embarrassment as you said it, unintentionally making yourself look even cuter as you looked up at him through your lashes, hoping he wouldn't make fun of you.

Tobi was unusually silent as he stared at your inadvertently coy expression. His hands still on your hips, and his expression unreadable through his mask.

After a moment, he started giggling.

"Y/N-Chan is such a good little maid for Tobi~ Tobi has a feeling he's going to enjoy this very much~" Tobi purred as he brought his arms up to wrap around your waist and buried his masked face into your neck; his body snuggling into yours in the process.

You gulped as his warm body encased yours.

Is it just me or is it a little hot in here?

You would have tugged on your collar if you had one.

Tobi pulled away from the embrace with excitement as he grabbed your hand.

"Alright Y/N-Chan, you're going to make some for lunch for your master, and then we're going to play a game~" Tobi said brightly, a teasing tone slipping through his usual beaming attitude.

Something about the way Tobi said "game" raised some flags, but you complied nonetheless.

You certainly didn't want to give Tobi a reason to punish you, as he had warned.

You shuttered at the implications.

He didn't mention or signal any sort of sexual things happening, but you could never be too careful. This entire situation was more than a little suspicious.

He's already made it clear he's got a pervy side, if the outfit was anything to go by.

You sighed lowly as Tobi's hand slipped from yours and he wandered off to wait in the living area of the base while you prepared him something to eat.

"It's too bad Tobi has his mask, or he would love to have Y/N~Chan feed him~" Tobi sighed wistfully as he walked off.

Clearly talking to himself, but you were sure he meant for you to hear.

You blushed at the thought, shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts as you continued on your way to the Akatsuki base's kitchen.

After you finally washed your hands and got to actually making something for Tobi, you ran into a little roadblock.

You had no idea what kind of food Tobi liked, or even if he had any allergies. He rarely ever ate around you, and when he did you tried not to stare at him too much and respect his privacy.

(Even though you were definitely curious as to what lied underneath his infamous orange mask.)

Even if you had paid attention, you doubt you would have caught much anyway.

Tobi is very sneaky when it comes to keeping his face hidden, and his food is off the plate and in his mouth faster than anyone can even tell what he was eating.

"He's so annoying all the time, yeah! The least he could do is let me catch a glimpse of his damn mug for once, un!"

You smirked as you recalled Deidara's ranting.

Remembering your situation, your smirk slipped away as you considered your options.

You could take a stab in the dark and make something that Tobi may or may not like, or you could go back out and ask Tobi what he wanted.

Neither were very good options.

If you took a wild guess then you would risk Tobi either not liking what you made or having an allergic reaction to it.

The last thing you wanted was to make Tobi sick or unhappy, but going back out to ask posed its own risks.

If you went out into the living room to ask Tobi what he wanted to eat then there was a good chance one of the other members would see you.

Then, they would ask questions.

You knew that Tobi wouldn't hesitate to embarrass you and go into great detail about how you were his cute little maid who would do anything to "satisfy" him.

Your face heated up in embarrassment just thinking about it.

You sighed, biting your lip as you ran through the pros and cons in your head.

You wilted after a moment, your morality winning the internal battle.

Discarding your dignity, and swallowing the last of your pride, you turned around to exit the kitchen and go find Tobi.

"But D-Deidara-Senpai! Tobi's not lying! He swears!" Tobi exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly as if that helped his case.

"Tch. Sure Tobi, un. You really expect me to believe that you got Y/N to be your maid?" Deidara scoffed.

It was then that you peaked from the hallway. Calling Tobi's name and desperately hoping that he was alone.

"Ah! Y/N-Chan! Impeccable Timing~!" Tobi said happily, Deidara snapping his head over towards you to see if Tobi really wasn't lying.

Uh oh.

Your face flamed as you tried to retreat back into the hallway, Tobi one step ahead of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living area for Deidara to see.

Deidara's eyes widened as he looked over your form, clad in a skimpy maid outfit complete with the lacy little headdress on top.

Deidara slowly but surely flushed, before turning to Tobi.

"I want in." Deidara said earnestly.

Your face flamed and you literally wanted to die in a hole of pitiful embarrassment.

Completely appalled, Tobi gasped quite dramatically at Deidara's words and pulled you close, as if protecting you. "Deidara-Senpai! You can't! Y/N-Chan is Tobi's maid! And Tobi doesn't think you would appreciate her like Tobi does!" Tobi said indignantly as he snuggled into your chest.

Good lord, you felt like your face was permanently pink today. From all this excitement you had nearly forgotten what you came out to ask-

"What?! Tobi! You can't keep her all to yourself like this! You're being selfish!" Deidara yelled.

"Nuh-uh senpai! Tobi won Y/N-Chan's free will fair and square! And why would Tobi share? This way she's all mine~" Tobi exclaimed, trailing off into a creepy giggle at the end.

It's like they're two kids fighting over a new toy... You sighed.

You blushed when you realized that you were the toy.

Before Deidara could fire back or you could finally ask what the hell Tobi wanted to eat, something awful happened.

Hidan walked in.

It took him five seconds to skim his eyes over your form, Tobi's face pressed into your chest and Deidara blushing... and burst into laughter.

"Pfft Hahahaha, what the hell kind of kinky shit is going on in here?" Hidan howled, bent over and holding his stomach from laughter.

Tobi hurriedly let go of you and turned around, putting his arms in front of you as if to hide you. "Nothing Hidan-Senpai! Y-You don't have all the information!" Tobi exclaimed, his slightly shaky voice not convincing anyone.

"Tch. Tobi got Y/N to be his maid, and he's keeping this opportunity all to himself!" Deidara scoffed, crossing his arms indignantly.

Interest piqued, Hidan walked over to you, promptly pushing Tobi out of the way and grabbing your jaw.

"His maid, huh? And just how'd he manage that...?" Hidan said, his voice quieter and more husky since he was so close to your face.

You tried to repress the shiver that threatened to crawl down your spine...Hidan had always creeped you out.

Before you could stutter out a response, you felt a stinging on your ass.

Oh my-

He pinched my ass!

You squeaked involuntarily and pushed Hidan off you, Deidara starting to fume as he realized what happened.

"Hey man! Don't touch her like that, un!" He exclaimed, though he probably wanted to do the same thing.

"Hidan!" Tobi gasped, rushing over to pick you up bridal style and cradle you in his arms.

"No one is allowed to touch Y/N-Chan like that! She is Tobi's!" He exclaimed, and you would have been happy for his defense if he didn't keep referring to you as 'his'.

Deidara and Hidan were now straight up fighting, Tobi's yelling falling on deaf ears.

The lewd things Deidara and Hidan were saying about you as they fought had you desperately hiding your burning face in Tobi's chest.

Tobi pet your hair in a soothing manner before running off, with you still in his arms.

"It's too dangerous out here with all the other members! Y/N-Chan will just have to serve Tobi in his room! Alone~"

Lunch completely forgotten, you worried for what was to come as Tobi carried you off, Deidara and Hidan still wrestling on the floor.

It was then that Kisame and Itachi walked in, just in time to hear Tobi's exclamation as they saw you being carried off by Tobi while Deidara and Hidan were rolling around the floor and pulling at each other's hair.

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