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vampiric-hunger · 3 months

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𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 (𝕚 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦)

pair: Astarion x gender neutral!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - T, just fluff, we're getting slightly sappy in this one

summary: Ketheric Thorm defeated, Isobel and Aylin reunited, all of this and more are worth celebrating over. and Aylin makes sure that everyone knows that tonight you're drinking to victory, to goodness and love triumphing. so when everyone returns to Last Light Inn, you realize this is a good chance to show Astarion that he matters to you, even if he's not the biggest fan of poetry.

word count: 2,421

a/n: happy valentine's day and happy reading, with much love from me to you all <3

written for Baldur's Date challenge on AO3

As you stood there, drenched in blood and bruised, wounded even, you watched Aylin embrace Isobel with love, you watched them kiss. And you felt Astarion’s hand in yours, squeezing gently. You didn’t look at him because you didn’t need to. You knew what he was thinking by this simple touch alone. A touch like so many others that you two shared so far, touches meant to express things when others are watching, when saying words is not the time or the place.

Touches…

His cold hand in yours, slightly slippery from blood but still needed. Astarion’s thumb brushed the side of your hand and you squeezed his fingers in turn. The scene unfolding in front of you and your party most likely filled almost everyone with warmth.

What it’s like to be reunited with your lover after so long? And after going through so much? Your heart ached at the thought of losing Astarion like this. Just as you have found him, to lose him so profoundly. You squeezed his fingers harder, desperate to feel his presence, to assure yourself it was not a dream, and got a squeeze in return.

No, he was here, he was not going anywhere. You hoped it will be like this forever.

“My friends!” Aylin suddenly announced, interrupting your thoughts before they started spiraling. “Me and my beloved, finally reunited! We need to celebrate! Celebrate victory. Celebrate evil defeated. Celebrate love!” aasimar’s voice boomed through the hall of Moonrise Towers, making everyone present listen.

“Yes. Let’s go back to Last Light Inn. We all deserve a happy moment.” Isobel chimed in and her words were greeted with cheers.

So now that you look around the Inn and see everyone sharing drinks, chatting, laughing even, you realize how easy it is to forget the most important thing – you all survived. You lived. When so many didn’t. This is something truly worth celebrating.

Earlier you and Astarion found two stools somehow unoccupied while the tiefling children serve drinks from behind the counters. Alfira is playing a melody you don’t recognize and Wyll is trying to teach Lae’zel to dance which doesn’t seem to go very well, judging from expression on her face and Wyll’s sweaty forehead. To the right you see Jaheira being absolutely bombarded with questions by Karlach while Halsin is nodding his head patiently, pouring some beer for the three of them. In the small nook just to the right of the main room, you catch a glimpse of Gale, goblet in hand, petting His Majesty and speaking to the cat, but he’s too far and the chatter is too loud for you to hear what he’s murmuring to the feline. When you scan the room once more you finally notice Shadowheart talking to Art Cullagh and you have a suspicion she’s trying to make him share his experiences in Shadowfell.

At least everyone looks to be happy, you think to yourself with a smile.

“Look at them.” you suddenly hear Astarion speak to your right and you look at him. You both managed to clean up more or less after the battle with Ketheric Thorm, but you still notice some streaks of blood in your partner’s hair. You will have to help him wash it out later.

“Look at who exactly?” you tilt your head inquisitively and Astarion’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment before they return onto the crowd.

“All of them.” he gestures with his free hand because in the other he’s holding a metal cup of wine, same as you.

“And what I’m supposed to be seeing?” you look at the people. A mix of tieflings, your companions, newly met friends and allies. What are you missing?

“They are happy.” Astarion says and you look back at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Shouldn’t they be?” you ask and vampire looks at you, giving you a smirk.

“That’s not what I’m trying to say, darling.” he pauses to drink from his cup and leans a little closer to you. “We made this possible. You made this possible.” Astarion says and you press your lips into a thin line before you answer.

“No. It wasn’t just me. We all did it. As a team. And don’t forget, you’re part of that team.” you smile now, drinking your wine as well and Astarion leans back, eyebrow lifted.

“Maybe so. But who would’ve bothered to save these… these poor souls if not for you and your big heart.” he comments, making you roll your eyes. Of course he has to say something like that, as if not wanting to leave a trail of bodies in your wake is somehow a cardinal sin.

Ever since he told you he has feelings for you, ever since you both agreed to give this relationship a try, Astarion’s been acting as if you’re nice just to everyone. As if he’s not special, as if your desire to be with him is just a passing fancy. And for a while you didn’t know how to make him see the truth – that you do have feelings for him. True and genuine feelings. But soon you realized that you will just have to be patient with him. And show him that you want him because of who he is and not because you supposedly like everyone you meet.

Maybe today is another chance to show him just how serious you are about him.

“I just don’t like the smell of corpses.” you reply, making Astarion smile.

“Then what are you doing with me?” he jabs back and your face flushes.

Generally he would argue with anyone who told him he smells in any other way than pleasant but recently he started to joke about himself and only in your presence. Seeing him open up, become more comfortable with you, it warms your heart. But you’re not going to let this distract you.

“Oh shut up, you smell just fine. When you bathe.” you give him a pointed look and Astarion gasps in mock-offense, his fingers pressed against his chest as if you have insulted him beyond reason.

“Darling, I’m hurt. I try to bathe at least every ten-day.”

You laugh loudly and Astarion’s expression softens. He successfully made you laugh and he knows he will never tire from making you laugh and making you happy, if he can.

“Shut up.” you giggle when your laughter lessens and he nods his head gracefully. Then you clear your throat. You were never good at romantic gestures but you have to at least try. “Do you mind if we go for a walk? I feel like I could use some fresh air.”

“As if any air is fresh in these cursed lands, but alright.” Astarion looks at you curiously, like he’s trying to pry into your mind and detect if something is bothering you.

“Oh you know what I mean.” you slip off your stool and put away the cup.

Astarion follows your lead, echoing your movements and when for a moment your eyes meet his, you nod and start walking out of the Inn.

Nobody seems to be paying attention that you and the vampire are excusing yourselves from the main celebration. You just notice two things before you exit the building: Gale now has His Majesty sleeping in his cross-legged lap and Lae’zel is teaching Wyll how to stab someone. You deduct this from how she’s holding a dagger and twisting it in the air.

“They surely are having fun.” Astarion murmurs and you pause for a moment to see Karlach putting her arm around Halsin’s shoulders, trying to do same to Jaheira, only for the older woman to lean back with her hands raised in defense. But there’s smiles on their faces, all three of them.

You smile too but walk out. Outside there’s Harpers celebrating. Bex and Danis are holding hands and whispering to each other. Dammon is talking to Quartermaster Talli. In short – everyone is happy, friendly and maybe just a little bit intoxicated because Mattis somehow found an entire basement room filled with quite nicely aged wine.

With Astarion walking by your side, you take a left and down the path towards the lake. Towards the rocky plateau where you fought for Halsin, for Thaniel, for the town consumed by Shadow Curse. You don’t notice a curious look Astarion is giving you because you’re getting more anxious with every step. You have something for him and you have no idea if he will like it or not.

But once on the plateau you sit down, hanging your feet from the edge, over the dark water that seems to carry absolutely no life. At least not yet and not so soon. Astarion pauses, he’s not fond of sitting on just plain ground but he still does it, taking a spot on your left, close enough that your hands on the rocky surface almost touch.

For a silent moment you look in front of you. There’s not much to be seen but it’s strangely calm. You both can hear muffled sound of song coming from the Inn, and laughter in the front yard of it, but here, in this moment, it’s just the two of you.

Finally you gather your courage.

“Astarion, can I say something?” you begin and vampire looks at you, his crimson eyes seem even deeper shade of red in this light.

“You’re not going to tell me you’re leaving me, are you?” Astarion jokes but you are sure you hear a note of nervousness in his chuckle. You shake your head and place your palm over his hand, making Astarion look down for a second.

“No, not at all. It’s actually the opposite.” you swallow dryly. Why are you so damned nervous? You have feelings for this man. He has feelings for you in return. So why can’t you just come out with it.

Astarion is patient as he watches you, he easily realizes that you’re struggling with something and he gives you time. Then, after a moment longer you realize you can’t stall anymore.

With your other hand you reach under your leather west and find the folded paper you’ve been carrying with you for several days now. You look down at it once it’s out the hiding spot and Astarion also looks at it.

“What is that?” he asks curiously rather than cautiously and you clear your throat again, then rise your eyes to vampire’s face.

“It’s something I wrote, for you.” you say and another long moment passes while Astarion studies your eyes.

“Can I… see it?” he finally says and you pause, surprised, then suddenly laugh. You didn’t realize you haven’t even given him the damn thing yet.

“Oh yes, yes of course. Here.” you offer him the paper and he has to remove his hand from under your palm to unfold it.

You put your hands in your lap and look down at the water. You don’t want to see his expression while he reads the contents. You feel embarrassed and you don’t want to see his expression if he hates it, in case he does hate it.

“A poem?” you hear Astarion ask softly and you nod, refusing to look at him.

Silence as he reads the words you so painstakingly chose to write for him. To show him in yet another way just how much you care about him.

The poem, that you don’t even think is very good but you’ve put your whole heart into it.

More silence, it seems like eternity is passing while Astarion is reading the words that you have put a piece of your own heart in.

Then, suddenly, you feel his cold fingers under your chin, turning your face to him and when your eyes meet Astarion’s you see, to your surprise, that they are misty with emotion. He’s smiling.

“You wrote this, truly? For me?” he asks in a voice barely above a whisper and you blush harder but give him a small nod. “It’s beautiful. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever read.” Astarion adds and leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

You close your eyes, the world stops around you two and your heart is beating fast in your chest.

He liked it.

The taste of his lips, the closeness of his body, his fingertips still under your chin. You love him so much it’s like your heart could burst just from fullness alone. It’s almost too much. Almost.

When Astarion’s lips part from yours you meet his gaze, see his genuine smile.

“I never knew you had an artistic side.” he comments and you smile now too. You are both obviously feeling slightly awkward about this. You know why – neither of you are very good at showing love, or receiving it, for that matter. But you’re trying your best, both of you.

“Well, truth to be told, I surprised even myself. So I suppose it’s your fault.” you tease him now and Astarion’s fingers leave your chin. He glances down at the poem and then folds it, tucking it inside his shirt, right against his skin and your heart skips a beat.

“Truly.” Astarion sounds like he’s questioning your guilt placement but in no way he is serious. “Well, darling. If I’m to blame then I take full responsibility.” he smiles now, all smug and confident, and you chuckle.

“Good. Otherwise I would have to take it back.” you reach towards his chest and he catches your fingers immediately, giving them a soft squeeze.

“Never. It’s mine now. And I will forever carry it with me.” Astarion says with the same smile but there’s an edge of seriousness in his tone, making you smile back at him.

“How romantic.” you tease and Astarion leans to your face again.

“I’m not the one writing poems, love.” he whispers, making you blush and you open your mouth to respond but he uses this chance to silence you with a kiss.

Once more you smile, this time against his lips the moment your eyes close and you feel Astarion smile too. Then his hand finds yours again and you move it, turning it palm-up, feeling his fingers thread with yours.

From the softness of his lips against your lips, to his fingers firmly yet gently holding your fingers… You love him. And you see him. With all his perfect imperfections. You see him.

And you will never lose the sight of him as long as you’re alive.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 #x reader #reader insert

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lostfirefly · 1 month

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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.10)

Honestly, I thought this chapter would be the last, but in order not to make it too long, I divided it into two parts. Chapter 11 will be the final, I promise :) And when I came up with the idea about the scepter, I didn’t know that there was a legend that would be mentioned in this part. Everything worked out well, hah!

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy saved Catherine. What will happen next? Will they find what they are looking for? Let's find out!

Warnings: Fun, fluff, arguing, adventure, inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 4488

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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“Cotton candy, you knocked me down.”

Catherine clung to Buggy with her arms wrapped around his neck, lying on him, resting the top of her head under his chin.

“Cathie-pie…” He stroked her back.

“Shut up for a minute. I was just sitting in a cage preparing to die. I thought I'd never hug you again.” Catherine grunted with her eyes closed. “Also, let me come to my senses after the flood of your Buggy-love.” She tickled his neck with a finger.

“What? What are you talking about? It wasn't Buggy-love. It was a dramatic moment. I'm a gentleman. I thought you were about to die, so I thought I'd cheer you up.” Buggy answered nervously, giggling.

“Liar!” She inhaled heavily. “When you're nervous, you smell like nutmeg.”

“Are you seriously comparing me to a fucking nut just now? Why can't you tell me something else? Oh, Buggy, you saved me. You're such a sexy man. I want you right here.” He tried to guffaw to hide his worries.

“You're such a fool. See, you love me so much, even though you'll never admit that you saved me even from the evil gods.” Catherine raised her body and stayed sitting on him. “Okay. We need to fi~. Why are you smiling, clown?”

“You're on top of me." Buggy giggled idiotically and put his hands on her tailbone. "I have to admit, I like the position in which you are sitting now. Perfect!”

“You're disgusting, you know that?” Catherine slapped his hands. “Focus, please. We need to figure out where to go next.”

“I saw a narrow passage there. Behind that game thing.” Buggy nodded his head towards the corner and started stroking her back.

“Really? Okay! Let's check!” Catherine, put his hands away, ruffled Buggy’s hair and sat on the floor, crossing her legs in front of her. She pulled out a map and a notebook and started to review the route. Catherine felt Buggy take her hand, rested his head on her back first, then buried his face in her hair, and then placed his chin on her shoulder.

“What happened, my blue-haired love?” She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

Buggy shifted his gaze to her. “I just.. I almost lo~... Ah, never mind.”

Catherine ran a hand through his hair. “It's okay. I'm okay thanks to you.” She gently moved her fingertips along his cheek. “See? I'm here.” Catherine turned her head slightly and looked into his sad eyes. “Your makeup is smudging. When we go home, you'll need to touch it up.”

Buggy kept his eyes on her. “Cotton candy,” he cleared his throat, “What if.. If I.. never mind.”

Catherine put her hand on his forehead. “Someone got too nervous, right?” She laughed and ducked into her notebook. Buggy fell silent and watched her run her fingers over the sheets, muttering something to herself and stroking her pencil through the air. “See also. We were supposed to turn with you here - the north house. If I understand correctly.”

“Uh-huh.” He closed his eyes and hugged her with his other arm tighter.

“I don't know what's going through your head right now, clown, but stop thinking about it. I’m sure it's something embarrassing, right?” Catherine blushed. “Anyway, if there's a narrow passage at the north end of this room, we should go out through it, and we'll be in the north house. Shall we? In any case, we need to somehow get out of here.”

“Uh-huh.” Buggy exhaled heavily, opened his eyes and stood up, offering Catherine his hand.

“Thanks!” She arched her back and heard a crunch. “God, I'd kill for a hot bath and a nice glass of wine right now.”

Catherine put everything in her bag and pulled out a flashlight. Buggy pulled her towards the passage. She ran her flashlight around the room where they were, saw the game and the scattered sticks on the floor, and glanced at him. Catherine took a second to imagine what it was like for him to be here alone and squeezed his hand.

“Over there!” Buggy pointed with his hand. “When I was playing this damn game, I saw some kind of light, maybe we should go there?”

“Judging by the map and notes, yes. See! You did great!” Catherine stroked his head. She shined a flashlight into the passage. “It’s quite narrow, but we have to get through. You’re luckier, you can split into parts and safely fly to the other side.” She laughed.

“No way, cotton candy. I won’t leave you, otherwise you will remember this to me forever.” Buggy groaned and rolled his eyes.

Catherine exhaled heavily and climbed into the passage. She carefully examined the walls, looking for additional clues, periodically looking back at Buggy, checking if everything was okay.

“Oh, look, look!” She stopped abruptly, sharply swinging her hand back, and heard a honk. “What was it?” She looked down at her feet.

“Fuck, Catherine! Are you out of your mind?!” She heard Buggy grumbling behind her.

“What's happened?” Catherine turned to him.

“Fuck! You elbowed me in the nose! Who does this?”

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” She started examining his face. “I heard a honk. Where did the sound come from?” Catherine looked at the walls and floor. And she froze and slowly turned the flashlight on Buggy. “Is it you? Is it your nose made that sound?” She looked at him in amazement.

"Wow, that's funny, right? Haha, his nose honks. You can laught at me." Buggy made a face.

“What? What are you talking about? I never make fun of you in that way. Why didn't you tell me this?” She saw him blush with embarrassment. “Oh, my silly clown. I think it's cute. Don’t worry, okay?”

Catherine took a couple steps forward and felt a vibration under her feet. “What's that sound? Is that you too?”

“What? No! I don’t know. It’s like something is…” Buggy looked around.

“...shaking.” Catherine looked behind him and saw a crumbling wall. “You must be kidding me! The wall, Buggy! The fucking wall! What are we gonna do?”

“Damn! The main lesson I can give you is to run. Believe me, this advice works every time.” He started pushing her in the back, watching as the passage gradually became covered with sand. “Run! Run!”

Catherine threw her bag over her shoulder and ran forward, looking back at the crumbling wall and Buggy. They turned down the paths several times until they finally ran out into a poorly lit room.

“What was that?” Buggy, bent over with his hands on his knees, tried to catch his breath.

“I don't know.” Catherine pulled out a flashlight and shined it on the passageway. “Fuck, it's been fucked up!”

“Fuck it!” He raised his head to her.

“Are you o~?” Catherine took two steps toward it and felt the floor vibrate lightly again. “What was that?”

“I have no idea.” Buggy straightened up.

Sand began to fall from the walls.

“What the fuck is that?” Catherine yelled in panic. “Are we walking into some kind of Egyptian trap?”

“Are you asking me?” Buggy tried to shout over the noise of the sand, which began to fall off the walls and cover the floor at an increasing rate. “What are we gonna do? Is there some kind of riddle or phrase to stop all this fucking shit?”

“Am I a wizard to you? Sorry, I don't have any phrases “please, don’t kill us fucking sand” for stopping this shit. Fuck! The sand is almost ankle-deep. The room is filling up too quickly. A little more and the sand would be up to our knees.” Catherine shined her flashlight on everything, trying to find a way out. “We have to g~... Oh god, what else is it?”

A cracking sound began to erupt beneath Catherine's feet. The floor started vibrating and splitting, failing beneath the sand piece by piece. They tried to cling to the pieces of the floor that had not fallen, but their hands slipped and they both flew down. As soon as the sand has settled a little, Catherine opened her eyes, lying belly down on pieces of the floor with a dash of sand.

“Thank God, the fucking sand seems to have cushioned the fall. Fuck! My ears popped.” She coughed, squinting, brushing dust off her face and hair. “Are you alive?” She waved her head in different directions and slapped her ears a couple of times.

There was silence in response.

“Buggy?” Catherine sat up on her knees and looked around. “Buggy?!” She shook her head again and looked ahead. “Water? Where in the pyramid did the water come from?”

She looked up from where the floor had fallen and then looked down. The trail of the collapsed floor led to a body of water. Fear gripped her heart.

“Fuck!” Catherine threw off her bag and sneakers and ran forward. She looked closely into the water and saw a drowning Buggy.

“Fucking devil fruit!” She jumped into the water and started swimming with all her might towards Buggy, who was going deeper and deeper to the bottom. Catherine felt short of breath and had to dive back out. “Fuck! Focus, Catherine!” She took in more air and dove into the water again. She squinted in the water, trying to find him. The air began to run out again. She had to surface.

“Where is he?” Catherine turned her head around and put her hand under the water. “The current. The current is weak, but it goes to the... To the right.”

Catherine held her breath once more and dived and swam a little to the right. She saw Buggy and with all her might she buried herself up to his body. The air started to run out, but Catherine made two more wide paddles and managed to grab him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pull him to her. She paddled with one hand and helped herself with her legs with the last of her strength, and finally managed to pull herself out of the water. Catherine took a deep breath, lay on her back, put Buggy on her chest and swam to shore. She pulled him to shore, rolled him over onto his side, and he coughed immediately.

“You're alive! Thank God!” She jabbed at his shoulder.

“Was it cool?” Buggy asked in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat and rolling over onto his back.

“What?” Catherine looked up at him with wet eyes, not realizing whether it was tears or water dripping from her hair.

“Did I sink cool?” He tried to laugh and coughed once more.

“Idiot!!” Catherine flopped onto her back next to Buggy, bending her legs, and took his hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Thank you. You saved me, my Cathie-pie. You?” Buggy glanced at her.

“I'm okay. 1:1, huh?” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “I thought this adventure would be easier. Sometimes it feels like we're in some stupid author's book. Oh, let's tear down the walls and let it all fall apart. Oh, let's let the floor fall under them. Couldn't come up with any more clichés, huh?” Catherine shouted loudly and coughed.

“Where are we?” He looked at the ceiling, then at her.

“I don't know.” Catherine sat down on her knees and looked around. “I think it's some kind of... Why are you smiling, clown?”

“Sorry, but you're just all wet and your clothes… your body...” Buggy giggled idiotically.

“Oh my god! You're disgusting!” She rolled her eyes. “Where do you get the strength to think like that? You were practically dead!”

“But I'm not dead!” Buggy sat down on his buttocks and wrung his ponytail from the water.

Catherine looked up at him, sitting there with wet clothes and water running down his face. She exhaled and narrowed her eyes. “I hate you!”

“Geeez! What did I do?!” He looked at her with a blank look.

“Oh, you know yourself.” She muttered. “Where does the water come from here? There are opinions that rivers used to run near the pyramids, but a lot of time has passed since then. We're in some unknown part, apparently.” Catherine got to her feet and looked around. “I have no idea where we are. We're definitely not where the map was pointing. W-Wait! What's in there?” She narrowed her eyes, jumped up from her seat and ran forward.

“Fuck, Catherine!” Buggy yelled, standing up abruptly and sent his hand after her that tried to grab her by the scruff of the neck.

A hand yanked her and Catherine fell to the ground. “What the fuck, Buggy! Don't do that again!”

Buggy came closer to her, reattaching his hand. “First of all, Catherine Mitchell, I've told you repeatedly not to run headlong into the middle of nowhere. Why did you do this again? Second, you forgot something.” He held out her bag and sneakers.

“Go to hell! See? There's a passageway over there!” She pointed her finger at the wall, putting on her shoes. “I'm not sure, but I think we should follow that way. There's not much of an option, either.”

“Well, let's go check it out.” He said dryly, giving her a hand and helping her up.

“Thanks!” Catherine stood on her tiptoes and took a quick look at his face, head, and shoulders.

“What?” He replied gruffly, glancing at her with a look of incomprehension.

“Nothing. Just wanted to see if you were okay. Why are you so mad?” She slowly removed her hands from his shoulders.

“I'm not mad.” Buggy took the flashlight from her bag and mumbled. “It's good that the spare one didn't break.”

“Yes, you are mad. You call me by my last name on two occasions. When we in our bed-- You know. And you're too-- You know. When you're really-- You know.” Catherine blushed. “And when you're really, really mad at me. And since the first option is out, you're angry.” Catherine crossed her arms.

“You did.. You.. Fuck it. I should have left you in that damn cage.” Buggy yelled and walked towards the narrow.

“What? Fucking clown, wait! What's wrong again?” Catherine barked, ran after him and grabbed his hand.

“Hey, don't yell at me!”

“You're the one who's yelling. Are you mad that I forgot my fucking sneakers? Lord, I would buy new ones later. I’m sorry, okay?” She lightly pushed him on the chest with her palms.

Buggy looked at Catherine’s round eyes and suddenly laughed. He put his arm around her shoulders and held her close to him for a second. “Sneakers. Forget it. Just be careful, okay?”

“I didn’t understand the reason for your anger, but okay.” Catherine mumbled into his chest. “By the way, you're so hot when you're angry.” She watched as he broke into a satisfied smile. “Oh, god. I knew you'd be attracted to this, pervert!” She narrowed her eyes. “Well, let's go?”

“Let's go, my little shit.”

They reached the passage and turned on their flashlights. Catherine shined the light down the passage and looked around the walls. “Granite blocks? Granite and limestone. I've never seen anything like that. But it looks solid, I hope nothing collapses. I wouldn't want to end up buried here.”

They walked slowly along the narrow passage, Catherine carefully examined the walls with drawings. They went out into a large room, which was poorly illuminated by rays of light. Various birds and hieroglyphs were painted on the walls, the ceiling was decorated with stars. In the center of the hall stood a huge black granite sarcophagus, near which stood two statues of two jackals with large ears.

“Fuck me! Cotton candy, tell me we found something interesting.” Buggy examined the walls and shined his flashlight on Catherine. She stood there with her eyes wide open and her jaw dropped, barely holding back a smile. “Judging by the look on your face, I'm right. So where are we?”

“I have no idea, but this is super cool!” She squealed quietly, clenched her hands into fists, and rushed towards the sarcophagus. Catherine shone on every inch of the walls.

“Cathie-pie, there’s something painted on the walls here. Again, hieroglyphs and your favorite men with fucking bird heads.” Buggy stood against the wall and squinted at the drawings.

“Where? Where?” Catherine jumped up, ran to the wall and, pushing Buggy aside, began to look at the drawings. “How strange! These drawings contain year by year records of the height of the annual flood, details of festivals held that year, and other important annual events such as wars and constructions.”

“Hey! And here are some other people drawn, and some kind of flat fish with a spear.” Buggy squatted and pointed at the drawing with a flashlight.

“Where? Where?” Catherine happily ran up to Buggy and climbed onto his back, poking her head over his shoulder. “It's not a flatfish with a spear, idiot. It's a catfish with a spear.”

“Sorry, I somehow skipped fish science class.” He chuckled.

“Quiet!” She covered his mouth with her hand and began to mumble something, periodically kicking her legs. “Can't be!” She jumped off his back and ran to the sarcophagus. “You must be joking! Quickly, come here. Shine a light on this sarcophagus!”

Buggy approached Catherine and began to shine a flashlight on the sarcophagus while she was running around.

“Oh my God! Come here!�� She called him with her hand. She stood bent over the sarcophagus and moved her hand over the drawing. He walked up to her and stared at the drawing. “Look! Do you see this drawing? A man in a crown.”

“Yeah.” Buggy shrugged. "Is this some famous dead dude again?"

“My blue-haired love, this is Narmer.” Catherine looked at him, breaking into a smile.

“I have no idea who is that, but you're smiling so much that it's clearly someone cool, right?” He pointed the flashlight at the sarcophagus, and at her satisfied face.

“He is considered the first pharaoh of Egypt, but his body was never found. Oh my God! Oh my God!” She grabbed her head. “Do you see these drawings? This's his palette. It was partially found and is now kept in one of the museums. But the second half was never found. This palette depicts the unification of Upper and Lower Egypt into the “Kingdom of the Two Lands” under the divine king. This is thing was used in the ritual of mixing and applying the King's eye makeup. Like yours. And it was arranged in three easily read registers on the back and four on the front. See? Two images of Hathor, benevolently looking down on the scene, showing the status of Narmer as an equal, his central placement in this image, his size relative to other figures in this image, his mace, his crown, the servant behind him holding his sandals, Horus, the hawk god, presenting Narmer with a representation of Lower Egypt.”

Buggy looked at her, blinking. “Cotton candy, you say a lot of strange words. What does this even mean?”

“I think we're where we need to be. Wait!” She stared at the ceiling, squinting and took out the scepter. “Look! Do you see? The outline of the scepter matches the pattern on the ceiling.”

“How do you do this, woman? You know, you definitely should have gotten out of your library more often.”

“Fuck you! I just loved hanging out in the library a lot while you were having fun in the bars.” She stroked his back. “We need to look for the same features on the sarcophagus. Come on, help me! I can't cope without you!”

They began to study the sarcophagus from both sides, examining every millimeter. Buggy leaned over the lid and squinted.

“Cathie-pie, there's something here.” He looked at the ceiling and the lid of the sarcophagus. “Is this what we're looking for?”

“Where? Where?” Catherine ran up to him, looked at the ceiling carefully, and then again at the lid. “Yes! Do you see? You’re smart!! I always knew it.” She smiled, noticing how he blushed. She ran the flashlight over the lid. “Look! Here is a path of stars drawn somewhere towards the wall of the sarcophagus.”

They both ran their lanterns along the path and sat down on their knees.

“See?! There are stars in the form of the Ursa Major and small holes.” Catherine leaned the scepter against the drawings. “The thickness doesn't fit.” She held the scepter in her hands.

“Let me see.” Buggy took the scepter in his hands and began to turn it in different directions, examining it carefully. He turned it part of the scepter, heard a click and a blue tip protruded from the end of it. “What kind of crap is this?” He asked loudly, his eyes widened.

“What did you do?!” Catherine looked at him with round eyes.

“How do I know? I turned something, and it clicked, and this fucking blue thing came out.” Buggy shrugged.

Catherine whispered. “The scepter belonged to the one who could cut mountains... Oh, God! Oh, God!” She grabbed her heart and fell on her buttocks. “Can’t be!”

“Catherine! What's wrong?” Buggy grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes with worry. “Are you okay?”

She silently looked at him and blinked her eyes.

“My little pie, say something!” He shook her shoulder.

“It's not just a fucking scepter. It's a spear. The Spear of Amset.” Catherine carefully took the scepter from his hands. “Don’t take me for crazy, okay? Amset was considered one of the most forgotten gods. The Spear of Heaven was one of the items of the first pharaohs, given by the lord of the stars Amset. It was believed that the spear could only be given out by the council of priests in the temple, but no one knew where this temple was located. And Narmer made a deal with Amset to hide his untold wealth underground.”

“Apparently, something went wrong in their deal and this god Am.. whatever his name is.. killed this.. Nar.. whatever his name is.”

Catherine laughed. “No, actually, Narmer was just trampled by hippos.” She looked at the tip of the spear. “Look! Its thickness fits these holes. Remember what you did last time? Folded the constellations. Try to do the same now, only poking into these holes in the order in which the stars appear.”

Buggy took the spear from her hands. “But I warn you, it’s quite possible that I won’t be able to handle it.”

Catherine knelt down next to him and placed her hand on his back, slowly beginning to stroke him. Buggy reddened again and began poking the tip of his spear into the holes in the right order. They heard a loud bang and looked around.

“This is the lid of the sarcophagus! Open it! Open it!” Сatherine happily jumped on the spot.

Buggy began to push the lid back with force. “Damn. Heavy!” He paused for a few seconds to catch his breath. Sweat and water dripped from his bandana, face, and hands. “Ok. I’m ready.” He pushed the lid again. “A little more. A little more. There!”

He pulled back the lid of the sarcophagus and Catherine quickly looked into it. “There is no body! How is this possible? There are some fucking rags here!” She lay down on the edge, her body hanging inside the sarcophagus, while her legs dangled above. “Look! There's some kind of wooden box there! Or something like that. Get it, please!”

Buggy separated his hand, sent it for the box and brought it back. “Do you think this is what we are looking for?” He looked at her and smiled slightly.

“Oh, my blue-haired love, I’m more than sure! And if we find it, I promise you a hot night tonight!” She happily jumped around him, rubbing her hands. “Open up! Open up!”

“Alright! Make us rich, fucking pharaoh!” Buggy opened the lid and his smile immediately disappeared from his face. “It's empty here!”

“What?” Catherine stopped abruptly. “How? Why?”

“Empty.” He turned the box towards her. “See? Apparently, someone got ahead of us.”

“Can't be!” Catherine jumped into the sarcophagus and began rummaging around.

“Cathie-pie! What are you doing? Get out!”

“No! But how? Why? No! I was sure…” She threw rags in different directions.

“Maybe we’re not in the right place? Don't forget, we fell from another level.” Buggy leaned his elbows on the sarcophagus.

“If we weren't in the right place, the spear wouldn't have worked. I need to look at this fucking scepter. Wh.. Where is it?” She fell over the wall of the sarcophagus. “Are you kidding me? It’s gone! Did you take it? Did it crumble or what?”

“Fuck it!” Buggy waved his hand and helped Catherine out.

“Nothing! That's all I found. It's some stupid thing with letters.” Catherine twirled a small box in her hands.

“Forget it, little pie.” He walked to the wall and sat down on the floor.

“But it shouldn’t be like this!” She stomped her foot. “We couldn’t find anything the first time. So what? Nothing again?”

“Welcome to my world, cotton candy!” Buggy showed two thumbs up. “Just accept the fact that you're in a relationship with the biggest pathetic loser in the world and apparently my bad luck karma has rubbed off on you. Sorry.” He laughed. “Fuck! To come this way so far and for what? For the sake of some fucking empty box and rags in the sargophagus!” He leaned his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

Catherine looked at the sadly sitting Buggy, who was clearly counting on a different outcome, walked up to him and plopped down on his lap. She wrapped one arm around his neck and stroked his head with the other. “You're not a loser. Stop saying such terrible things about yourself.”

Buggy laid his head on her shoulder and wrapped his hand around her waist. Catherine immediately kissed him on the top of his head.

“Well, we had fun, didn't we? I liked our adventure more than the first. Just you and me. I wouldn't change anything about our trip.” She was twirling a small metal container with rings in her hands and started stroking his head. “Okay, let’s think about how we can get out of here. And I wonder, can this thing b~” She looked closely at the wall behind Buggy, then looked at the box. “Behind your back…” She gently patted him on the head. “Behind your back, Buggy!”

“What?” He opened his eyes and glanced at the wall.

“Pictures on the slabs behind you! These are riddles!” She pointed at the wall and then looked at the box in her hands. "Fuck! It's not a box. It's a cryptex.”

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beevean · 4 months

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Here's a potentially cool writing prompt if you're up to it:

The Castlevania 3 gang faces up with Dracula at the end of the game

Or as an alternative them watching the Castle crumble after their victory

It's over.

With shaky fingers, Trevor wipes his own face, caked with blood and Dracula's ashes. The other hand still clutches his Vampire Killer, warm and thumping in his palm as if it were a creature.

It used to be his only company, a sacred heirloom of a family no one accepted. Not anymore. Sypha brushes a strand of his hair from his wound and tucks it behind his ear; his heart jumping at the touch only means that he's still alive. Despite the hell they marched through... they are all alive.

Trevor takes a deep breath of the fresh air outside, and thanks God that he's able to do that.

"I couldn't have done this without you, my friends," he speaks the first words after Dracula had dissolved into a mist of darkness and hatred.

"Aw, don't be modest, man!" Grant claps his shoulder. "You did all the grunt work. We just cheered you from behind."

"Nonsense. I wouldn't have survived on my own."

"Trevor, man, d'you realize what you just did? You killed Dracula! With your own hands! Just bask in the victory, will ya?"

Trevor smiles and adds nothing else. Yes, he did it. The cruel Count is no more. He had stared at his twisted face, carved with loathing Trevor could not begin to understand nor accept; and he struck it over and over, with the determination of mankind behind each and every blow. He fought in the name of all the people that he had hurt and killed, the terror and despair he spread in the land. And with that, he had prevailed. He even had the marks to prove it.

A gasp from Sypha, to his side. "The sunrise is so beautiful, today."

And indeed, it was. Sweetened by the aftertaste of their victory, the sight of the sun tinging the crumbling ruins of the cursed castle with oranges and pinks is nothing short of breathtaking... only matched by Sypha letting her hood down, allowing her hair to cascade down her back.

"No use in hiding anymore, is it?" he smiles. Something in that mysterious sorcerer had allured him ever since he had freed her from her stone prison, but indeed, she was particularly lovely with her face out to the world. Perhaps she could be free to live as her wonderful self, now.

"Not with you," she murmurs, leaning her head on his shoulder.

But someone is missing from the celebrations.

A few feet away from the others, Alucard does not seem as impressed at the sight. With his cape, he protects half of his face from the sun rays getting brighter and brighter.

Ah, but of course. His vampiric heritage did not matter one whit to Trevor, who only saw in him a noble soul. It did, however, weigh on the prince.

Trevor did not just destroy an evil beast and its lair. All of the sudden, the ruins of Alucard's childhood home and the ashes of his father no longer felt like a victory.

"How are you holding up, my friend?"

Alucard flinches at the last word. A small fang gets caught on his lip.

"... Mother's soul will now rest in peace," he eventually replies, with a hand on his heart.

It's not an answer to Trevor's question, and that alone confirms the worst of his suspicions. But he pushes the turmoil in his chest to the side, not wishing to upset Alucard further. There will be the time to grieve what they had all lost, and there will be time to decide what to do in the foreseeable future. For the time being, they can only rest their weary bodies and souls, and admire the light of the sun washing away the last of Dracula's shadows on Wallachia.

They had won.

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #beev's writing #dracula's curse #castlevania 3 #trevor belmont #grant danasty #sypha belnades #alucard castlevania #a bit rushed but i tried my best

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nightlightrequested · 1 year

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Feeling sad and hoping vashmeryl cheers me up so have some little prompts or thoughts <3

Tristamp specific

- meryl hates bugs. Vash hates killing bugs. So when meryl starts panicking about seeing a bug Vash also acts afraid and then uses the “ew I don’t wanna get it’s guts on our stuff!” To nonlethally remove the bug

- Meryl and Vash do facials and a skin care routine when they have the time and stuff, and Wolfwood walks in on them as Vash is getting his mask applied and is like ??why??

- Vash relying on Meryls sense of “I gotta follow him” far to much to help him solve problems. He’s lock in a room? Boom Meryls found him, she’s knocked down a wall and now they have an exite plan

- everytime Wolfwood blames problems on Meryl to piss her off Vash whispers compliments in her ears (there may have been a few car accident scares because of this)

Non specific

-Meryl hosting a radio show and they keep getting this one caller claiming to be Vash the stampede asking to talk to the short sounding host, while they think their bickering on live other listeners just assume it’s the same drunk dude calling to flirt with her

- Vash often mistaking seeing sheets blowing in the wind for Meryl walking around corners, like he sees a little white flicker behind a wall and he thinks “oh I can be a little sneak and surprise her” and then he smacks right into someone’s laundry (Wolfwood laughs hysterically everytime he catches it in action)

- Mill has a small stack of letters she hasn’t sent to Vash, waiting for the day Wolfwood tells her spikey is thinking of properly asking meryl out, so Milly can give him all the little things Meryls talked about for a proposal or dates. Milly is probably knows more about Meryls dream wedding then Meryl

-Vash keeping a bullet for a derringer on him at all times, he just thinks Wolfwood or others can’t tell it’s not for his gun at a glance

- Meryl has a bullet belonging to a . 45 Long Colt on her at all times. She claims it’s to compare to other bullets to help track Vash

- Vash never saw meryl eating a Sunday so he doesn’t know it’s her favourite sweet. So he tries to subtly offer her sweet treats fo find her favourite, meryl doesn’t have the heart to tell him even if he asked she likes his little effort

-Vash likes walking quietly and standing around corners he knows Meryl is about to walk past so he can scare her, she jumps into his arms everytime

- he enjoys looming over her in peaceful moments because he may or may not be developing an obsession on their heigh difference

- Meryl likes it when it’s Vash leaning back against her so she can run a hand through his hair and have a free arm

- Vash doesn’t use a pillow and Meryl calls him weird for it. But he’s curled around Meryls lower back while they sleep, so his forehead rests on her back and he can feel her expand and shrink with each breath. He finds it comforting

-he’s banned from sleeping with his face near her soft unprotected stomach. He becomes an evil tickle monster

- when meryl falls asleep on his fake arm Vash pretends it fell asleep and he’s struggling about it, Meryl falls for it every time and startles awake

-Vash finds it very hard to let meryl sleep sometimes, there’s just something inside him that’s always wanting her to be in motion around him, looking at him, scolding him giving him some kind of attention that he’s developing a sense for she’s not feeding into the energy around him

I am feeling slightly happier :)

#vashmeryl #vash x meryl #trigun #trigun stampede #I’m loving the idea of Vash developing his psychic abilities in non conventional ways and it pissing knives off #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede

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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Summary: a team member gets kidnapped, and the Avengers semi-successfully rescue her

Warnings: language, threats, canon typical violence, injuries

Word Count: 842

Prompt: Rope Burns, Knife to Throat, “Hold Still”

A/N: day 3 of Whumpril 2023 by @whumpril

When she woke up, she didn’t know where she was. That was the first thing she noticed.

The second thing was that her hands were bound behind her back with a course rope. Groaning, she wished that she had listened to Steve when he told her to wait for the rest of the team. She had just really wanted to get it done. The men were planning on leaving and by the time the rest of the team arrived they would be gone. She couldn’t let them go. She was right there and if they were to escape, it would have been all her fault. Now, she supposes her kidnapping is all her fault.

God, they probably hate her right now. Leave it to the useless rookie to mess up so horribly. Would they even bother to save her? Probably not. They all seemed to have better things to do with their lives. They couldn’t even take the time of day to get to know her, why the hell would they waste their time on a rescue mission for a useless nobody.

She will just have to save herself. She can do that. How hard can it be?

Struggling against the ropes, she winces at the feeling of the rope grinding into her skin. If she can just get it loose enough…

The door to her room bursts open and she rolls her eyes. They couldn’t have had better timing.

Discreetly, she tries to undo the restraints faster. This only leads to more pain.

They’re talking in a foreign language she doesn’t understand which is just fantastic. Why couldn’t she have gotten stuck with evil guys that spoke English, Portuguese, or Spanish? At least then she’d know what to expect.

With great difficulty, she is able to undo the restraints just enough to slip her hands through the rope. She doesn’t let her captors know of her newfound freedom. She can use it against them… hopefully—she’s never really done this before.

One of the men gets closer to her and she takes that opportunity to strike. A hard punch, worthy of Natasha’s praise, lands on the guys face. Blood spurts out of his nose, probably having broken it. She internally cheers as she beats the guy up. The next guy has a knife. It doesn’t deter her from going to fight him.

Unfortunately, the man gets ahold of her way too quickly and easily. Her back is against his chest as the knife is pressed to her throat. “Don’t move,” the man threatens.

Oh, great they do speak English. Why couldn’t they have used it before?

Huffing she gives in. Not like she can do much with a knife to her throat. Not to mention the hold he’s got on her is strong.

When she looks forward, she is surprised to see a familiar face.

The evil man wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to Captain America. Steve is standing in front of them, hands raised in surrender. His eyes sweep over her body just to make sure she’s okay. He doesn’t see any injuries.

She shuffles a bit, trying to free herself from the evil man’s grasp. She just wants to run into Steve’s arms and be safe.

“Hold still,” the man’s gruff voice grumbles, this time talking to her. She intakes a breath, feeling the metal dig into her skin. This is not good. She’s going to die. It’s not even going to be a cool death. She’ll just have her neck slit by some nut job in a dark basement. When she joined the Avengers she always expected to die in battle surrounded by her teammates. At least that death would be honourable.

She gasps when the metal lightly slices her throat as the man goes down. Her hands immediately go to cover the bleeding. Shit, this hurts like a bitch.

She hears her name being called out as Steve rushes towards her. His brows are downturned with worry as he inspects the damage done. It’s not too bad, but it could have been avoided if they just waited for his signal.

He’s going to have to have a talk with them when they get back. For now, he just needs to get her safe. Though she can walk perfectly fine on her own, Steve insists on carrying her all the way to the Quinjet. It’s a bit embarrassing for her, but she gets over it when she feels the warmth his body generates. Snuggling into his chest, she makes sure to keep her hand over the wound.

When Steve puts her down on a stretcher, she frowns at the loss of her personal heater. It’s not as cold as it was in that basement, but it’s still cold.

While Bruce works on patching her up, she can hear Steve yelling at someone in the background. She doesn’t bother to listen in, too tired to care.

She hopes that after this she can cuddle up next to him whilst watching a movie. Those nights are always the best.

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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We’re backoix but without Wyatt for the first time since 2017💔 Jojo is fucking devastated and goes on an autonomous home maintenance spree but keeps stopping to cry:

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SLEEP IN THIS BED

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SNOOZE ON THE LAWN

Ugh my poor Jojo, I know what will cheer you up, why don’t we go wait for the wolf?

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO NAP IN THIS TENT

-Hey Shaj. -Hi grandma, how are you? -I’m sharing the mausoleum with Wyatt now, so not great. What’s going on here? -Literally nothing, even Cyneswith hasn’t had a new lover for like a week.

-Who needs lovers when I have my Dobrie?💗

I can’t stress enough how ridic this relationship is, Dobronega hates absolutely everyone including her own kittens. The fuck, Cyn, are you using the voodoo doll on the pets now?

-Of course not, I’d never override an animals free will!🌸

Right, what are they, men who refuse to immediately fall in love with you?

-Exactly!💗

Time for our mandatory ‘a new day starts’ ritual.

-Ok everyone, let’s knock this one out cause I have to get ready for work. Cyn how could you?? -Oh Donnie I’m so sorry!🌸 -𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂, 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚆.

The kitts grew up! This is Scorpion, under him is Ermac, on the right is Mileena, and under her Kitana, who is the chonkiest one and thus the automatic heir! I’m gonna send the other 3 to live with Angel and Wulf while Sophie is at work because she throws Komei-tier tantrums whenever a pet leaves.

So Sandy is a romance sim, which I keep forgetting, and is like 1 second away from aspiration failure, so it’s time for a blind date. I spend the max amount and we get GILBERT JACQUET?? LMAO. Do you guys feel like he’s open-minded enough to date a zomb? They have 3 bolts tho, his turn-ons are black hair/green eyes so I guess that was enough to overcome the rotting part??

This is going great?? Honestly wtf. Gilbert tell me the truth, does she remind you of your mother?

What’s up Sophito, how was school?

-What the hell is this?!

I’m sure you already know what it is since you went out of your way to cockblock, but this is Sandy on a date.

-Well stop it, I don’t like it!

Ya despite what Sophie has told you, the world doesn’t revolve around Sophito Union’s wishes.

-My world does!

Guess who got fired on his second day!

-𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁; 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴. -WAAAAAH

-OH, WYATT, OH CRUEL FATE

-FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS, SANDY

Ya ok I’ve had enough of this house-

-let’s gtfo, Cyn! It’s hoeing time.

-When isn’t it!💗

Huhu!🌸

-Huhu!💗

Man this place is DEAD. Where tf is everyone?

-They’re on the terrace, dumbass.

Ok that’s a lot of lip from you, bandana-bowtie. To the terrace!

OMG IT’S CORNROW DOWNTOWNIE. The top townies I wanna marry in genetics-wise is this guy and Hot Downtownie that Shaj brought from work the other day. I zoom out all happy to have Cyn go talk to him and what do I see??

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JACK DO

-OVER MY DEAD BODY IS CYNESWITH CHEATING ON ME IN THIS RESTAURANT WHERE MY OPPRESSIVE MOTHER IS THE MAITRE D’!!!

OH FFS

We relocate to this weird hot tub club where thankfully none of our existing lovers are.

-Oooh, Neon Vest Downtownie is hot!💗 -Fuck me, here comes the voodoo doll.

-SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND, VESTIE!!!🌸

Hehehe, ok Cyn let’s knock this one out on location because we’ve really fallen behind!

-Ya so I’ve been increasingly concerned about nuclear weapons-

-WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM FOR YOUR POLITICAL DISCUSSION? WE’RE TRYING TO HAVE PUBLIC SEX HERE

Kaching!!! Man that was quick, thank you, Neon Vest Downtownie!

You don’t walk from the table when you’re on a roll, so we move on to this guy, who I thought was Komei’s old enemy Shea Johnston, but is actually a ginger version of him.

-Didn’t you use to steal my grandpa’s garden gnome?💗 -Oh no, that was my evil twin brother! I’m the nice one! -Aww, we have so much in common, I’m the nice one with an meanie sister too!🌸

-Now let me just channel the ancient evil of voodoo to manipulate your consciousness!💗

-Oh, Ginger Shea Johnston, let’s take this upstairs to the hot tub, it’s more public!🌸

Bro I love Cyn so fucking much, on her way upstairs to the hot tubs with GSJ she stops to flirt with the Count, LOL

-Hiiii, didn’t you use to sleep with my grandma?💗 -I sure did! -Seems like a good family tradition, huhu!🌸

-Oh Cyneswith, today is the best day of my life! -It better be, my daddy worked really hard for that voodoo doll!💗

Never stood a chance, against us, GSJ!

-Hey girl, if you ever get tired of these warm meatbags you know where to find me!🧛

Ya Count, we actually DON’T know where to find you, that was also our big problem when Victoria wanted to bang you.

-Oh, I live in the animal sanctuary! Bat section.🧛

You don’t have an ancestral castle on top of a misty hill? What kind of flop vampire even are you??

-You know what the rent for ancestral castles is these days??🧛

Good Lord, get out of here Count Bumula, you’re ruining our night. Time to return home, Cyn, great job!

I was hoping Sophito would outgrow this Sandy bullshit on his own but clearly I have my work cut out for me.

-Look Sandy, another A+++! Much better than some stupid momma’s boy baker, right??

You of all people wanna talk about mommy issues, really? Go do your goddamn homework.

Valentina becomes an elder during her favorite activity: shitting on our flowers.

-You better put those dream date ones away, too tempting!

Val, let me just say, and I truly mean this, you are a literal monstrosity.

Cyn rolls that ‘woohoo with a service sim’ want, so goodbye Kaylynn, it’s Remington time.

-So let me get this straight, you’re firing me because, and I quote, ‘You’re really sorry but you want a guy maid to raw you, huhu🌸’? -Exactly, huhu!💗 -You’ll be hearing from the labor department.

-Oh hiii Lucy, welcome, now get out!🌸

-OMG OMG HI I’M CYNESWITH💗 -Well hello, I’m Remington Harris and I’m a true professional as you can surely tell by my aggressive decolletage. -Oh Remi, you’re a godsent, I’ve been so lonely in this house with only one available choice to cheat on my husband with!🌸 -Uh, what’s that now?

-Don’t worry about it!💗

Ah, the glory of love! Cyn do you think that having both iVan and Remington in the house everyday might not be like, a super good idea?

-Of course not, what could possibly happen, huhu?🌸

Well iVan already tried killing you once?

-Oh, he didn’t mean that, it was on oopsie!💗

Credit where it’s due, this is one aesthetic af affair-

-I MEAN!

-GODDAMMIT, MOTHER, DOES YOUR DEGENERACY KNOW NO END??

Sugar you little oedipal freak, did you seriously run out in the rain in your pjs just so you could do this? Even your father doesn’t give a fuck anymore!

Finally, God decided to put an end to this house of sin.

-WHAT THE FUCK KID, STOP PUSHING ME INTO THE FIRE -SORRY, HOT DOWNTOWNIE, I WAS TRYING TO PUSH MY MOTHER

Finally the rain stops and it’s time for Cymi (Cyn + Remi, cute, right?) to defile Jojo’s wolfwatching tent. The very place where Wyatt napped??? Cyn, come on!

-It’s what daddy would have wanted, he was always supportive of my romantic endeavors!🌸

Ya I guess that’s true, ugh I miss Wyatt :(

Real talk, Jojo has been the saddest I’ve ever seen a sim be over a spouse’s death, like non-stop crying for days. I did get very emo just by seeing him sleep alone, but then he gets up and does something that freaked me out so much I straight up shut the game down..

..HE AUTONOMOUSLY GOES TO LOOK @ WYATT’S PORTRAIT. I swear I’m not making this shit up, at first I thought he was interacting with the urn, but then I check his action panel and it’s the ‘view’ thing @ the portrait!!!

These aren’t ‘real’ portraits taken with the portrait mechanic (which I don’t know if even with those ones sims know whose portrait is whose), they’re screenshots I put into the custom painting folder which I then have the sims paint, so there’s no way game-wise that Jojo would know this is depicting Wyatt. I’m also 100% certain I’ve never had another sim in the family autonomously go view a death portrait, because I would have definitely taken a pic and included it in a post. Point is, bro I was already convinced Jojo was sentient and was equal parts freaked and moved..

..and then he goes to Shajar’s portrait..

..AND DOES THIS. H E L P

#gen 3 #ts2

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yourbuerokrat2 · 10 months

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Best Mage fam moments in season 5 aka most of them in episode 3 and 5

- Claudia and Terry are such a cute couple, again.

- Viren and child!dream!Claudia. The way he cringes as he watches child!Claudia spring from one of his dark footsteps on red ground as she giggles and says ‘I am following you in your footspteps. Only to see how a more grown, current version of her is still doing it. How she surpasses him and walks into the dark sea. How here, for once Viren is the light to the engolfing darkness

-Viren trying to save dream!Claudia from drowning while Claudia is also trying to save her father from drowning. It’s not exactly the most healthy and best fictional father-daughter-relationship but they do love each other.

- Speaking of the more unhealthy part of this dynamic: Claudia mirroring Viren in both her appearance with the Dark Magic having really left its mark on her as well as Viren and her even repeating the things Viren has said himself to excuse his own actions.

“I’ll do anything for our family, Dad. Whatever it takes. However dangerous, however vile.” And she smiles and it breaks Virens heart because she seems to expect him being proud of her for this.

And then before he can touch her, she disappears.

- “Don’t die, Dad. You can’t die again.” Claudia is going to be willing to do a lot to keep Viren alive in season 6.

-”I am free. And so are you.”

- Terry side-hugging Sparklepuff as Viren hugs a once again conscious Viren.

- Terry trying to cheer Claudia up with bees and the two trying to dance like bees together with Sparklepuffs little smile as he watches them.

- Is it strange that during the dragon scene I both wanted and didn’t want for them to be revealed. I mean, I now who is the good side but with Claudia, Terry and Sparklepuff it’s really hard to see them being on a quest to free an ancient evil.

#claudia the dragon prince #terry the dragon prince #viren the dragon prince #tdp spoilers

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 1 year

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Sims Set Up

Since you all were so sweet about my Sims shipping, (Thank you so much by the way) I figured I'd show off our cast so far! I'm always going to be adding more, so please feel free to say if you and your f/o wanna be added! I'm just gonna show off one everyday outfit to keep it short(er)!

First we have my s/i: Rebecca Rozenaria. She's Cheerful, Creative, and has a custom Trait called True Love. (It's essentially Hopeless Romantic from Sims 3.) She likes writing, acting, gaming, baking, and singing! She longs for a soulmate!

Next we have the Ripper household. The first member is Jack/Raiden. He's Gloomy, a Loner, but Family Oriented. He just wants to be a good parent and is in the Military Career. He has a like for fitness, handiness, research and debate, programming, as well as rock-climbing. Robotics is complicated for him...

Then we have Rosemary. She's the mother of Jack's son John but her relationship with Raiden is on the rocks... She's Proper, Self-Absorbed, and Non-Commital. She's also rather overbearing with John. She wants to be a Mansion Baron since she wants a good life for her and John.

Finally, there's John. He's Proper like his mom but a total sweetie. He loves the color green and is a whiz-kid due to his mom. He's learning the piano and violin due to his mom. But he likes playing with his dad now that he's home!

-- After that, we have the FFXV crew! First, we have Gladio Amicitia! He's Athletic, Loyal, and Romantic but usually develops Loves the Outdoors and Self-Assured traits. He loves camping, handiness, wellness, gaming, rock climbing, and gardening!

Next we have Gladio's sister Iris! She's also Athletic, but also an Insider. She also likes gardening, knitting, cross-stitching, baking, and cooking. (Why can't there be sewing??) She's usually at the boba-thrift shop!

Then we have Prince Noctis! He's a Bro, Lazy (Not an insult but boy loves naps!), and Loyal as well. He likes Fishing, Gaming, and Mischief! I gave him the Neighborhood Confidante aspiration since he's gonna be king and NO SAD ENDS ARE ALLOWED HERE!

Then we have Prompto! He's Good, an Art Lover, and Creative. He loves gaming, photography (obviously), media production, skiing, and singing! He's also a spell-caster with the painter extrordianare aspiration.

Finally we have Ignis. He's a Foodie, Family Oriented, and Neat. He's also a spellcaster with the Master Chef. But he likes cooking, gaming, baking, wellness, and gardening!

-- Now let's go to FFXIV! Starting with the Heavensward Household, we have Aymeric and Estinien. Both are spellcasters (for the elezen ears!)

Aymeric is Outgoing, Loyal, and Family-Oriented (since he rises to lead Ishgard to a better future!) He likes research and debate, writing, gardening (for the Diadem and rebuilding of Foundation), and he wants to be a Friend of the World.

Then there's Estinien who is a Hot-Head (due to the Dragon Song War), Loner, and Ambitious since he's the Azure Dragoon!! He likes Handiness, Fitness, Rock Climbing, Snowboarding and Skiing. He has the extreme sports aspiration!

-- Then we have Zenos (The one who took over my head!) He is Jealous (since he wants to be the only one to 'hunt' me), Evil, and a custom trait Possessive. He wants to be a Public Enemy. But he likes fitness, robotics, and mischief!

-- Then we have the Scions!

First, we have Thancred who's Self-Assured, Loyal, and a Perfectionist (since he works himself so harshly!) He likes acting, writing, violin, piano, fitness, wellness, singing, and gaming

Next we have his adopted daughter Ryne. She's an Over-Achiever and Adventurous! She's seeking Inner-Peace and likes wellness, fitness, singing, handiness (since she crafts ammo for her Dad!), gardening, writing (and reading mainly) also gardening as well as musical stuff like piano, violin, dancing, and other things!

Then we have Minfilia (ugh), she's an Ambitious, Perfectionist, and Self-Assured who wants to be a jungle explorer since the scions wanna help and unify Eorzea. She likes writing, research and debate, and reading.

Then there's Alphinaud! He's a bookworm and perfectionist who wants to be a Friend of the World. He likes research and debate, as well as writing!

Plus there is Alphinaud's twin Alisae who's Good and Adventurous. She usually gets Self-Assured or Hot-Headed. She likes fitness, Extreme Sports such as Skiiing, snowboarding, and rock climbing! She also likes writing and debating!

Don't forget Urianger! He's a Bookworm, Genius, and Ambitious who wants to be a Renaissance Sim. He likes research and debate, robotics, and programming.

Y'shtola is also here! She's Proper, a Perfectionist, and Ambitious and wants to be the Spellcraft and Sorcerer! Again she likes research and debate, acting, and gardening for alchemy ingredients!

Finally we have G'raha Tia! He's Romantic, Genius, and Ambitious with the Nerd Brain. He likes cooking, baking, programming, gaming, and researching.

Then there's Jack Garland. He's a Loner, Self-Assured, and Athletic. I usually give him the custom career of Knight or Military. He likes fitness, rock climbing, and gaming.

Then there's the Yagami Detective Agency: Kaito is Hot-Headed, Self-Assured, and Good! He likes Fitness, Gaming, and Fishing with the bodybuilder aspiration!

Then there's Yagami! He's got the city native aspiration as a Self-Assured, Genius, and Ambitious! He likes a lot from programming, robotics, gaming, research and debate, handiness, and photography!!

I have so many households to make! Such as the DMC crew, my friends from SOP, the cobra kai crew, the rest of the boys from Judgement, all my friends, and a few more! So let me know what you think and if you'd like me to then show off the sims I made of you all or if I should show you privately as I don't wanna make anyone uncomfy!

Taglist: @disneymarina @goldenworldsabound @maskedanarchy-ships @singingdeepinme @canongf @hadesgoddess @nyandereneko @floweringforgetfulness @ignited-lovers

#selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #self insert community #selfship #self indulgent stuff #fo community #the storyteller's sims game

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krizaland · 8 months

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Forever Yours Chapter 3

LMK WUKONG X BAO LI

First Previous

Be warned: there’s chains and fire ahead. There are also mentions of death.

“May the odds ever be in your favor,”

With a clap of his hands, The King summoned his guards.

“Guards! The time has come for another suitor to face the trials! Lead Sun Wukong to the arena. We will meet you there shortly.”

The moment the guards heard the name ‘Sun Wukong’, they froze where they stood.

The cautiously looked over and sure enough, there was Wukong, flashing them a cocky smirk.

“Well?! Don’t just stand there! Lead him to the arena!” The King repeated with a wave of his hand.

The guards bowed before doing just that.

The King and Queen exchanged evil laughs as they went to get ready.

Meanwhile, Bao Li was still in the garden.

She had sat down under the peach tree and was admiring her gifts.

She had to admit, of all the suitors that had tried to court her, Wukong certainly had the most charm.

From his excitable yet casual demeanor to his endless courage, Bao Li’s heart couldn’t help but flutter a bit.

As much as she wanted to continue spending time with him, she feared he wouldn’t survive the trials.

Bao Li sniffled a bit as she dried away more tears.

“Well, perhaps he charged his mind and went home? Surely he isn’t foolish enough to actually try to face the trials, right?”

As if on cue, a nursemaid called out to her,

“Princess Bao Li! There’s another suitor facing the trials tonight! Please come inside and get ready!”

Bao Li nearly jumped out of her hanfu!

She gasped as she quickly closed the box and hid it in the belt of her hanfu.

“I’ll be right there!”

With a heavy heart, Bao Li somberly went inside.

“Oh Sun Wukong, why did you have to be so stubborn?” She sniffled to herself.

Upon entering the arena, Wukong was met with war drums and excited cheers.

A massive torch bathed the arena in a sinister vermillion glow.

The guards led him to a tall altar before darting off into the shadows.

Wukong looked up to find the King and Queen sneering down at him.

In the middle of the King and Queen sat a very nervous Bao Li.

Wukong immediately stood up straighter and puffed his chest.

He flashed Bao Li a cocky grin and a wink.

Bao Li whimpered and turned her head away.

The sight of Wukong’s confident smile only made her heart ache.

“Daughter! Turn your head back this instant! You know very well that hiding your face is a sign of weakness!” Bellowed the King as he tugged on her arm.

“Yes father.” Bao Li whimpered as she turned her head back.

“Honestly, Bao Li, we have been doing these trials for years now! You can’t possibly still be queasy at the sight of corpses.” The Queen chided as she shook her head.

When Bao Li turned her head back, Wukong was still there, looking at her with a joyful smile.

Bao Li felt her heart shatter into thousands of pieces.

Wukong had no idea what horrors awaited him.

She fought back the urge to cry, fearing that this would be the last time she’d see him alive.

BOOSH!

The sound of a large gong shook the arena.

The King rose to his feet and stretched out his arms.

“People of The Crystal Kingdom! The time has come once again for another suitor to face The Three Deadly Trials!”

The crowd erupted into a chorus of sadistic cheers and chants.

The King then leered down at Wukong.

“This is your last chance to leave with your life, boy! Will you give up?”

Wukong smugly flashed his teeth and chuckled.

“I will not! Bao Li will be mine!”

A wicked grin spread across the King’s face.

“Excellent! Let the trials…BEGIN!”

BOOSH!

With another bang of the gong, the crowd grew louder.

“Do your worst!” Wukong commanded with his head held high.

“Be careful what you wish for!” The King chuckled darkly.

FWOOSH!

The altar was soon surrounded by a great ring of fire!

FWIP!

Magical chains wrapped themselves around Wukong’s wrists and ankles.

CRACK!

A massive stone obelisk rose a few feet away from the altar.

“First you must face The Flames of Fury! You have one minute to free yourself from your restraints and make it to the top of the obelisk. But make haste, for every second you waste, the flames will grow higher and higher! Now let the trial start!”

Wukong simply chuckled as the flames climbed the altar.

“Seriously? That’s the first trial?”

BAM!

With one swift movement, Wukong burst free from the chains and leapt into the air.

The flames just barely licked his tail before he transformed into a hawk.

Bao Li’s eyes lit up as she watched Wukong take to the skies.

She hadn’t been expecting that to happen!

The King simply scoffed and waved his hand.

FWOOSH!!

The flames shot up high into the sky, practically engulfing Wukong.

Bao Li almost let out a panicked scream when,

“SCREE!!!”

Wukong had just barely avoided the flames.

With a dramatic jump, Wukong returned to normal and landed atop the obelisk.

FWOOSH!!

The flames died down just seconds before he reached the top of the obelisk.

The crowd went silent before erupting into another chorus of cheers.

The King and Queen exchanged flabbergasted glances while Bao Li couldn’t help but cheer along.

The King shot Bao Li an annoyed glare, causing her to shrink into silence.

“Is that all you’ve got?!” Wukong cackled triumphantly as he put his hands on his hips.

The King gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the arms of his throne.

“Oh no! Far from it! The trials have only just begun! You may have bested The Flames of Fury, but this next trial shall be your downfall, boy! Prepare to face The Blades of Fury!”

The King pointed his finger to the sky.

The arena shook once more.

CRACK!

SHINK!

Razor sharp blades surrounded the obelisk!

Wukong could see his confident smirk reflect off of each one.

“Bring it on!”

#Lego monkie kid #lmk Wukong #lmk oc #oc x cannon

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farlynthordens · 2 years

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SKB Volume 7 Summary

get in everyone, we’re going to the cat dimension.

this is a summary of important points, including spoilers and new characters. make sure you’re caught up before reading this one!

*Note that names of new charas and places haven’t been officially translated yet, so the way I write them may not end up being canon.

A white female cat, called the great evil Amakusa Geppei, faces off on a burning mountain against a male black samurai cat she calls Youkan, the flickering flame blade.

They lunge and strike at each other, but youkan’s blade is the one that reaches its target. geppei bleeds out and collapses.

... This is just a recounting by the narrator of an old tale, being done for a special event during the Imihama Cat Festival being held on cat day.

The narrator tells another tale of how when the tokyo explosion happened, cats separated from humans and formed a country underground that was only for cats. while human civilization collapsed and people died to the rust, cats turned it into the power of the “flickering flame.” this gave them wisdom, and the abilities to walk on 2 feet and use tools.

The narrator makes some mean remarks about pawoo, who was there listening to the story with bisco. she drags him away as she storms out. they wander around the festival as pawoo fumes.

Cats were too weak to survive the rust and are now nearly extinct, save for a few house cats. they’re worshiped by certain religious groups as a symbol of freedom and economic fortune. this festival is meant to show peoples’ respect for cats (in a religious sort of way), and to never forget their existence.

Pawoo cheers herself up by talking about how she and tirol planned the festival, and how it’ll be good for her image among the citizens as well as neighboring prefectures. she also mentions that the kyoto government has pardoned bisco and cleared his criminal history, so he’s officially a free man. bisco isn’t really listening.

Bisco feels alienated by this modern festival, and how they’re worshiping the cat god in a way that’s different than how mushroom keepers do. he’s not used to cheap snacks and loud music - he thinks of a religious festival as a quiet, formal ceremony. he spots girls cosplaying as the cat god and thinks that’s probably blasphemous.

Pawoo notices how the girls in cosplay caught his attention, and runs off to go change clothes.

As bisco stands alone in the loud, bustling crowd, he thinks to himself how he doesn’t like living in the city. he was a born traveler. right now, he just feels very lost about what he wants to do. (If I went back to the traveler life, Milo would definitely come with me... so, maybe, if he’s with me, then what would Pawoo do?) Maybe the 3 of them could all be together. Maybe they could have a kid...? Regardless, he wished for Pawoo to live in good health in a peaceful world. He had no right nor reason to tear her away from that. (But... I just...! Ugh... Was this never going to work out? Should I just give up hope?)

A fortune teller calls out to bisco. he sits down at their table, and they read his palms. they flee in a panic afterward, saying something about how an arrow imbued with the wish for freedom went into the land of cats, and broke the seal on amakusa geppei’s tomb. when bisco turns to leave, the entire festival is barren of life.

Tirol shows up at imihama’s gates, dismayed that the curse her grandfather warned of has already reached here. she herself is afflicted by it, and had grown cat ears and a tail. she rushes to the hospital to let milo know what’s happening.

Milo is back to being a doctor for now, and is the head of the newly expanded panda HOSPITAL. he trains and directs the rest of the staff. lots of patients have been brought in, all with the same weird symptoms.

By the time tirol shows up at the hospital, she’s already losing her cognitive abilities. she jumps on milo, clawing at his clothes and biting him until he drugs her to temporarily suppress the cat symptoms.

When tirol comes to her senses, she explains how satellite images have captured a cloud of “matatabi (flickering flame) particles” sweeping over the area. in the desert south of imihama, there’s a fuck-all gigantic cat face that’s appeared, matatabi particles streaming out of its mouth.

Tirol reverts into cat mode when she spots a butterfly and tries catching it. a cat-ified pawoo breaks in thru the window. bisco arrives shortly after, seemingly having tried to chase and catch her. mayhem ensues.

Milo uses a numbshroom bomb to knock the girls unconscious. bisco hasn’t caught on to the cat disease thing: “... This the first time I’ve seen someone get so angry they grow fangs and claws. I even did as you [milo] told me to and complimented her hair and clothes and shit!”

Milo tells him they have to go eliminate the source of the disease. bisco perks up, saying “Looks like we gotta get out of Imihama then!” before milo even says where they’re going. he immediately takes off to go get actagawa.

Milo knows full well that bisco hasn’t enjoyed the city, and that he’s really alive when he’s on an adventure. (I know you’ve been forcing yourself to stay. You’re so stupid for that. If only you’d just sometimes take my hand and pull me away when you wanted to go somewhere... Well, I’m sure anyone would love to go with you...) He finds the butterfly tirol was chasing earlier, and lets it outside from the broken office window.

They ride into the desert, and it’s dark as night due to all the particles in the air. the only light is the one in bisco’s eyes from how excited he is. Milo periodically looked at Bisco’s face in amusement. Bisco noticed his gaze after a while and seemed to suddenly get embarrassed, pulling down his goggles and, regrettably, covering up his beautiful eyes.

Tirol is also there, riding inside one of the luggage sacks. the trio video calls with high priest ochagama, and he explains how the choushin arrow bisco and milo shot to defeat kurokawa connected the human and cat realms, OR it connected to an alternate universe where the cat realm exists. basically, this is their fault. he says that using the choushin-kyu technique is now strictly forbidden.

They arrive at the giant cat face, and it turns out to be alive. They climb on top of it, and priest ochagama begins chanting sutras to close the interdimensional gate. once again we see the computer programming-esque nature of sutras as he and 100 disciples call upon Hope’s power to use the “gate closing program.” (vol 3)

The cat sneezes and the trio + actagawa are launched into the air. they save actagawa by using arrows to knock him away from the cat, but the trio falls right into its mouth and disappears.

In the cat realm: news breaks out that Amakusa Geppei has been freed thanks to some humans. little sentient mushroom creatures referred to as “kinoko” (punnily written using kanji meaning “demon children”) also appear and cause havoc. the 8th generation shogun, Yahhashi Youkan, will investigate and solve the matter.

When the choushin arrow landed in the cat realm, it brought with it the rust disease. it’s affecting people within the ruling family (youkan’s family) as well. in addition to the issue of geppei being freed, youkan is also trying to find a cure for rusting.

Youkan goes to fetch medicine for his uncle, when suddenly lightning strikes at the boat docks and destroys his canoe. he spots milo and bisco drowning, and saves them. bisco barely has time to process what’s going on before youkan runs off back to his castle to protect it from the kinoko.

The kinoko creatures are small and have stubby limbs, but carry small flaming axes and light fires with flameshroom spores. the kinokos are cat-people who were transformed by geppei’s magic, which youkan knows because geppei used them before she had been sealed away as well.

The kinoko set the castle on fire, trapping youkan’s uncle and other sickly cats inside. suddenly, an arrow flies by him and blue mushrooms that that rain water-like spores grow from the castle, extinguishing the fire. bisco arrives to return the favor of youkan saving his life, and heads off toward the castle to follow the fleeing kinoko.

Bisco introduces himself to the kinoko, who don’t who tf he is. he isn’t sure how to feel about that. he asks them who their creator is, and the leader of the kinoko group says that geppei’s magical golden arrow created them and that they follow her commands.

bisco defeats the kinoko leader easily and the rest run off. youkan, who had followed him, reappears and attacks bisco. youkan believes that bisco is an enemy because he uses mushrooms like geppei does. they have a battle of blades, where bisco is at a clear disadvantage due to using a survival knife against a whole ass katana.

Bisco suddenly is afflicted by the cat disease (likely from being scratched by youkan a moment before). he grows claws and ears, similar to what happened with the girls earlier. his claws snap his bowstring and send his final shot way off course. youkan calls it divine intervention and leaves, no longer interested in fighting.

Youkan’s friend senbei shows up, alerting him that bisco and milo aren’t bad guys. milo is at the castle right now, curing everyone of rusting! senbei tells them to come see immediately. bisco isn’t in good shape, so youkan carries him.

There’s a short chapter about geppei. it starts with her rambling about how sexy and evil she is. she does the ojou-sama laugh and speaks like a Proper LadyTM, but if she gets angry she slips into a nasty and rude speech pattern. tirol became one of her lackeys after geppei found her yesterday. she likes tirol’s engineering skills, and has her making all sorts of things like mirrors and a perm machine.

Geppei’s magic is the cat version of mantras (shingon), called nyangon.... nyantras? it uses the same terminology as mantras as well, except certain sounds in the chants are replaced with “nya”. i’m serious.

Geppei leaves to do something. tirol starts investigating her room, rifling thru the many magic scrolls on geppei’s desk, looking for one that has the cat transformation spell. she finds one describing the choushin arrow, in which geppei noted how its power allows her to do or create anything she desires. tirol realizes she probably keeps the arrow on her at all times.

Tirol secretly follows geppei around her lair, watching her use a cursed bell to transform jailed cats into kinoko. she then goes to take a bath, leaving the arrow unattended in the changing room. when tirol tries to grab it, thorny vines grow out of it and trap her. geppei spots her and realizes she was a traitor, working with the other humans to take back the arrow. she takes out the cursed bell and rings it, and its strange power starts to do something to her mind...

Back at the castle: milo cures youkan’s uncle of his rusting, and youkan invites him to dinner as thanks. they go to join bisco, who is in a private room already stuffing his face with mountains of food. when they enter, milo screams in shock and practically tackles bisco. he pulls on his cat ears and points at the absurd amount he’s eaten, saying this is definitely not normal.

They get into a petty argument over whether or not it was rude of bisco to eat before they arrived, and youkan finds the whole thing hilarious. despite being a noble and refined cat, he seems to enjoy their silliness. he enables bisco to keep doing what he’s doing, to which milo says “please don’t be so easygoing with him”. youkan replies “you sound like you’re his wife.”

When more food is brought out, they stuff their faces and throw all table manners out the window - including milo, who had been trying really hard up til now to be proper.

The next day, the trio rides horses as they travel thru the vibrant landscape. it seems the boys told youkan about tirol being missing, but he says they shouldn’t worry about her as they’ve sent out many cats to search for her.

Bisco and milo whisper to each other, milo noting how peaceful their country is and bisco saying it’s proof that everyone loves and trusts in their leader. he aptly identifies many of youkan’s traits and how they make him great. milo is curious why bisco is so into this topic. “Hmhm, I get it now...” Milo mused. “...Though it’s not like WE need to know this stuff.” “Why not? With that sort of outlook, you could become a great village chief!” “Village chief, my ass! I’d rather get locked up in Rokudou Prison.”

Milo goes to talk to youkan about geppei. he describes the human version of their story, where the righteous youkan defeated the evil white witch. youkan seems off-put by the mention of “good” and “evil”. he begins muttering to himself: “... I sometimes see her in my dreams. What if, on that day, I had left this country behind and taken her hand instead...?”

Milo can’t help but compare youkan’s amazing leadership skills to pawoo’s, which are still greatly lacking. she has the delicacy of a sledgehammer in both the ways she leads and loves others.

In the following days, they decide that the 3 of them are going to sneak into geppei’s lair. bisco and milo are to act as his secret bodyguards - his oniwaban.

Early one morning, youkan takes the boys to his friend’s clothing store to get them something befitting samurai so that they stand out a bit less. they sneak through town wearing black robes, and bisco and milo have a little too much fun pretending to be ninjas.

They realize one of the attendants at the clothing shop is a spy due to her trying to sneak away. they make her reveal who her boss is, which is the local magistrate and the bell-seller. they had been working for geppei and selling bell collars imbued with her magic, which would turn cats into kinoko.

The trio busts into the magistrate’s hideout. milo is getting a bit too into playing pretend ninja/samurai now that he’s dressed for the part too. “I won’t let you lay a finger on Youkan-sama!” A chime rang out from his bell-shaped earrings. It was a human samurai - his long, blue hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he wore a matching sky blue kimono. He deftly flipped his hair so it danced in the wind. ... He pulled a flashy move, much in the way that a ninja never should, as he jumped in front of Youkan. “The oniwaban, Nekoyanagi Milo, HAS ARRIVED!” he proclaimed. “An oniwaban would not announce themselves,” Youkan said. “Youkan-sama, check me out! I feel like I’m a real samurai now!” “Um, yes, but...” “Can you believe Bisco didn’t compliment me at all? Hey, do you think I look good in this? Look at my hair, too!”

Youkan pursues the fleeing villains while milo stays behind to take care of the swarms of kinoko. the magistrate was a fellow student of the flickering flame blade, so youkan knows him well. when he backs them into a corner, the magistrate swallows one of the magical bells and turns into a giant, superpowered kinoko. it seems like youkan might not be strong enough to handle this on his own, but bisco comes crashing in to deliver one of his signature kicks. he’s loosely wearing a dark red kimono.

Since bisco can’t use a bow with his sharp claws, he’s throwing arrowheads like shuriken. He uses one laced with drunkenshroom poison, which didn’t kill the magistrate but incapacitated him with a wicked 3-day hangover.

The bell-seller ran away while this fight happened, but milo caught him on his way to regroup with the others. they question the bell-seller about where they can find geppei’s cursed bell so that they can save everyone who was turned into kinoko.

The bell was hidden under the floorboards of the house they just fought in, inside a large dug-out space. youkan uses a special technique to cut it to pieces faster than the eye can see, and bisco asks how he did that. youkan gives an incomplete answer, saying that true flickering flame techniques don’t even need you to use your sword, and that he cut the bell because he simply imagined it being cut. sound familiar?

The bell dissolves away, revealing a staircase leading down into a cave. they enter a long tunnel, which then splits into 2 paths. youkan goes one way while the boys go the other.

It seems like the boys went down the correct path, as the tunnel turns from dirt walls into gold. however, they step on a trick tile that causes the floor to collapse. as they fall, they shoot shimeji arrows into the darkness, hoping to create a cushion of mushrooms on the floor very far below.

Bisco lands pretty hard. he looks around but can’t see milo, and worries about the possibility that he failed the landing and died. he doesn’t want to call out for him in case enemies are nearby... which they seem to be, from the creepy air permeating the dark space.

He wanders around cautiously, when he runs into amli...? “Your eyes, which glow with vigor when in times of extreme danger, also yearn for love filled with passion. ... Bisco, take me with you...” He kicks at her and she morphs to look like Chayka. “My, you spare no mercy!” said the illusion. “Quit showing me cheap knock-offs of my friends. Don’t get cocky just ‘cause you looked in my head!” “But we’re trying to tell you that we acknowledge how you really feel?” “This isn’t a fuckin’ therapy session!” he growled, swinging his sword. It was met by a familiar crimson blade, and ‘Chayka’ slowly morphed into ‘Sisi’. “Amazing, big brother, I can feel the power of your life force. So, why do you keep lying to yourself? Why do you stay within the coil of that black snake when you could be free?” “What are you--” “I’m talking about that woman.”

A blue streak shoots through the air and pierces sisi‘s forehead, destroying the magic tormenting bisco. “Didn’t think you’d escape from the illusion first,” Bisco said. “I’m much less affected by emotions than you, so...” Milo stated. He watched the golden particles of the illusion magic fade away and helped Bisco (who was drenched in sweat) get back to his feet. As he did... “Bisco,” he spoke quietly, “there’s something you haven’t told me, isn’t there?” Milo sounded so deeply depressed, it made any words Bisco would’ve said get caught in his throat. Milo grabbed him by the collar and continued his interrogation as he got up in Bisco’s face. “Illusion magic would normally never work on you. What the hell were you shown?” “W... well, what did YOU see?!” Bisco turned the question back on him. “If you tell me, I’ll tell you!” “It was a really erotic fantasy. There were a bunch of naked-looking people,” he said flatly. “Ero--” “Look at me, Bisco!” It made sense that our very ‘experienced’ panda doctor wouldn’t be fazed by seduction magic. Milo completely let that conversation thread go, and bashed their foreheads together. “The strength of your will is your true strength. The strength of your heart is what got us through so many battles. If your had any hesitation in your heart, we wouldn’t even be able to win against a fucking mouse!” “...” “...You have me.” Milo chose his words carefully as he continued, “You know... no matter what you decide to do, I’ll be okay with it.” Their noses touched as Milo said, “Don’t ask other people what they think. Make your own choices! Even if you chose to destroy the world with mushrooms, I’d gladly be the only person to remain by your side and tell you how beautiful it was. No matter what you chose to do -- even if that’s to fucking kill me -- I’d follow you anywhere, even into to the depths of hell!” he shouted. They could feel each others warmth where their foreheads touched. ... This vow of Milo’s devotion helped bring the light back to Bisco’s eyes.

Suddenly, a gold arrow flies by, narrowly missing them. geppei herself stalks in, applauding milo’s passionate speech. she uses her magic to light up and transform the area into a glittering, golden reception hall. there’s a red carpet with living maneki-nekos lining either side.

Geppei calls for a servant, and tirol walks in. bisco and milo are shocked that she was here the whole time. tirol seems completely under geppei’s spell, waiting on her every need, and takes the abuse for doing things in a way the cat doesn’t like.

Geppei tries convincing bisco to come live in the cat realm forever. his claws are too sharp for the human world, so to speak, but here he could live freely and have as much fun as he likes. bisco rejects the idea, saying that both freedom and order can hold you back, and he wants neither of them. he just wants to live by his own desires.

She’s enraged at how bisco is treating her just like youkan did. just as she’s about to attack, youkan shows up to protect the boys. she summons 7 cat spirits to fight him... which are his 7 older brothers who she killed.

Bisco and milo draw her attention by calling her ugly, sending geppei into a blind rage. when bisco moves in to attack, tirol uses nyantras to form a shield around her. geppei laughs, calling them uneducated fools for not realizing she has an unbreakable offense and defense.

Milo is offended by that remark (”I can’t speak for both of us, but at least I’M educated.” and bisco replies “I’ll fucking decapitate you”). youkan asks if there’s any way to defeat geppei, to which milo says of course there is. he plans to use the mantra bow, but youkan needs to stall geppei, tirol, AND the spirits for at least a few seconds while they summon it.

Youkan defeats the spirits and attacks geppei directly. he’s overwhelmed by the arrow’s power and sent flying across the room. she walks up to him and says she’ll give him one last chance. all he has to do is admit he was wrong for choosing the country over her, but youkan doesn’t give in.

Bisco and milo fire the mantra bow, the intense shot echoing like a bullet piercing metal. geppei barely holds it back with the choushin arrow, and it seems like she’s about to be overwhelmed... but her desire to live imbues the arrow with more power, and she redirects their shot away. it flies up to the ceiling and breaks a hole thru to the outside.

They used all their energy on that one shot, so there’s no do-over. bisco states how the choushin ability can’t be defeated by anything now, and milo asks why the hell bisco ever decided that using the choushin-kyu was a good idea. bisco reminds him that they’re BOTH guilty in this.

Geppei uses magic to shoot the choushin arrow. it takes off one of youkan’s arms, then pierces his leg, then his chest. he collapses and milo holds him, but there’s no time to save him right now. geppei sends the arrow flying at them again, but youkan’s uncle appears from the hole in the ceiling and blocks it just before the arrow kills milo as well.

The uncle explains that geppei was youkan’s wife, but politics and rules tore them apart. geppei succumbed to evil, and youkan hoped to free her using his flickering flame blade.

The uncle willingly gives up his life to hold off geppei as milo and bisco escape. they boys flee with youkan, and milo realizes that as things are now, geppei is unbeatable. Milo: “I get it now. It was no coincidence that geppei received the choushin arrow - rather, it was drawn to her because of her intense desire to win. to take everything back. to be freed. ... in a battle of wills like this, you’d normally win, bisco, but the one most suited to defeating her is youkan. we have to keep him alive!”

The hall and surrounding caves/tunnels are collapsing quickly as geppei’s magic goes out of control. bisco gets on all fours to run faster (you know... like a cat) and has milo/youkan ride on his back.

The royal castle appears to be rising out of the ground when suddenly legs and arms sprout from it. the outside walls become covered in mushroom growth, and it turns into the biggest kinoko ever seen. geppei and tirol ride on it, and geppei stabs youkan’s severed arm with the choushin arrow. the arm transforms into a massive cursed bell.

The kinoko-castle rings the giant bell, and every cat in the country is turned into a kinoko. finally, geppei’s plan is complete. everyone is equal, and they no longer have worries or fears. they can just leisurely exist and be happy.

Bisco and milo let youkan rest in a cave on a faraway mountain, and his powerful regeneration abilities healed his leg. during the battle, he absorbed some of the choushin arrow’s power and its golden particles of magic closed up his otherwise lethal chest wound. however, his arm is still gone and he can no longer use a sword. milo offers to get him a prosthetic, but bisco (as someone also heavily reliant on his arms for archery) understands that he can’t be fixed that easily.

They need someone to use the flickering flame’s ultimate technique in order to defeat geppei. youkan concludes that he has to give bisco a crash-course in swordsmanship to pass it along to him. bisco, who had never used a sword before like yesterday, complains that he can’t do it.

Youkan knocks him unconscious and milo freaks out. but it’s okay, this was part of the plan. he summons a stream of flickering flame particles and they steadily flow into bisco’s body. by using this method, he can give bisco 6 months worth of training from inside his dreams. neither of them can move during that time, but the kinoko-castle is already coming for them.

Milo is assigned to protect them until the training finishes. youkan knows he’s asking the impossible, telling him to single-handedly hold off the giant kinoko, geppei, and tirol, but milo is overconfident as usual.

In his dream, bisco wakes up on the ground surrounded by cats peering down at him. they refer to him if he was a young girl, and say that “she” is a thief who should be killed for “her” crimes. a young youkan arrives to defend “her”, chasing off the unnamed cats. when bisco tries to speak to youkan, a girl’s voice comes out. he doesn’t realize that he can’t control what he’s saying, until the girl states her name is amakusa geppei. this is all a recreation of youkan’s memories that he’s seeing from geppei’s eyes.

Meanwhile: Milo catches the attention of the kinoko-castle by standing atop a giant king trumpet mushroom that dwarfs the massive monster. geppei isn’t impressed, but the kinoko gets angry seeing a mushroom bigger than itself (the kinoko in general are very dumb).

He keeps drawing the kinoko away from youkan and bisco’s location. geppei decides to send tirol to fight him, and uses the cursed bell to accelerate her cat-ification. she becomes more cat-like in form and develops an intense craving for fresh meat. geppei basically tells her to kill and eat milo.

Tirol’s sharp claws destroy the giant mushrooms, causing milo to fall and land on the roof of some house far below. milo uses his mantra abilities to summon many emerald cubes and infuses his blood into them, and transforms them into butterflies. tirol starts chasing the fake insects.

While she’s distracted, milo cuts off the cursed bell around her neck. this removes geppei’s hold on her and she gets sleepy. she’s still very far in her cat-ification though and can’t speak, only meow. milo carries her as they dodge attacks from the kinoko-castle, though she helps form a shield around them when they get sent flying.

Tirol uses nyantras to create a staircase up to the roof of the castle. they then combine their powers to form a giant golden 7-branched sword and horizontally slice the castle in half.

They believe they won. But only for a moment, as each half of the kinoko-castle begins regenerating. they form 2 separate giant kinoko that are even bigger than the original.

In bisco’s dream: youkan and geppei argue about who will be the next shogun now that his father is getting old. she says that all of his brothers are pieces of shit, and only he would be a good ruler. she tells him they should run away and form their own country.

And more memories: geppei sleeps with rakugan (the father) to convince him to make youkan his successor. rakugan lies and says he’ll do it. he later talks to his other 7 sons, and says that the one to murder youkan will become the successor. while hidden, geppei uses magic to stab rakugan and the 7 sons with a hairpin. rakugan is still alive so she enters the room to finish the job. servants come running to see the commotion and she kills them as well.

Youkan later finds geppei in the garden. “I killed them all. I was stronger than them.” “...” “Come, Youkan. Let us leave here and start our lives anew...” Youkan swiftly drew his sword. The tears falling from his eyes were swept away in the wind, and he brought his sword down towards Geppei as she held out her hand to him.

In that moment, bisco’s consciousness is forcefully separated from geppei’s. he and youkan are now in some place that’s frozen in time, looking into that final moment as youkan has no memories beyond it. youkan explains that the secret technique of the flickering flame is “interfering with what’s in your opponent’s mind,” where your mind and theirs merge into one.

Without warning or mercy, bisco attacks him. youkan asks why he’s so angry. “Because you’re exactly like me!” Bisco shouted. “I just decide to do things without knowing at all what Pawoo wants for me... you two could’ve lived happily on your own terms, but you...!!!” Bisco’s eyes wavered. Inside Bisco’s consciousness, Youkan clearly saw a fragment of Geppei that had once been long lost. “Pawoo... I mean, Geppei fumbled through the dark, putting her life on the line to bring you happiness. She was probably scared and felt alone. Why the hell didn’t you think to run away with her?” “Because her path would’ve lead to all kinds of dark magic, and it would not bring happiness to all us cats--” “WHO GIVES A SHIT!!! There was no 'all us cats’, it was just you and her in your own world! If you can’t catch your destined prey, then maybe you should just give up on being a cat!!!!!”

Their fight ends when they’re both suddenly swept up by a storm of flickering flame particles. they get absorbed into bisco, causing him to glow red. youkan says that the flickering flame has accepted him as a new user, but he’s a bit nervous because of how fast it happened - he didn’t even teach bisco anything yet. youkan very quickly explains the general idea of the flickering flame’s ultimate technique before both of them are forced out of the dream world.

Milo and tirol are running from the 2 kinoko-castles. enough time has passed that tirol regained her sense of self and can talk again. the castles are blasting gold petrification rays at them, and milo gets hit in the leg. he’s unable to move, so he tells tirol to run away by herself. instead she uses mantras form a shield to protect him, but she’s barely strong enough to hold off the blasts.

A mushroom arrow flies overhead and knocks down one of the kinoko-castles. another arrow lands near the duo, and mushrooms sprout beneath them that launch them into the air. bisco grabs milo and tirol, taking them to a nearby hill.

Tirol at first is super thankful for the save, before turning back to her usual self and chiding bisco for always showing up at the very last second. B: “At least I ain’t late.” T: “Asshole. Do you know just how much Milo and I--” B: “Have gone through? Yeah, I’ve gone through a lot today too. I got turned into a woman and slept with a tiger.” T: (The fuck is he talking about??) M: “Bisco, welcome back!” B: “Hey. Seems like you’ve been fighting for a while, have you had any trouble?” M: “Not at all!” T: “YES WE HAVE?!”

Milo asks excitedly what the secret flickering flame technique is, and bisco says he doesn’t really know either, but hopefully things will be okay?

Milo and tirol draw attention while bisco moves in to attack. as he’s slashing away at one of the kinoko, he figures out the secret technique. by using the flickering flame’s power to connect to your opponent’s mind, you can forcibly reverse their intended actions. when the kinoko goes to punch him, bisco simply stands there and wills the kinoko to instead hit itself.

The kinoko can no longer regenerate either. instead, they start breaking down into mini kinoko, and the towering castle-kinoko keep getting smaller and smaller. the new mini kinoko latch on to bisco and follow him around like a mother duck being followed by its many ducklings.

Bisco uses the mini kinoko to attack the big one, and has them all hold down the remaining kinoko-castle’s legs.

He attacks geppei directly, trying to take back the choushin arrow. he injures her severely, but she isn’t willing to give up. she imbues one last wish into the arrow, and it begins sucking in everything like a black hole. she says that she’ll completely recreate the cat realm to be as she desires, but bisco and milo warn her that this cycle will just keep repeating, and she’ll end up being all alone.

The congealed matter forms into a giant, red glowing ball in the sky. It starts crashing down like a meteorite, but bisco is strangely calm. he says he finally understands everything. he tells milo to ready the mantra bow, and closes his eyes as a certain woman comes to mind.

Red particles swirl around them, and the mantra bow turns into a red flickering flame bow. they shoot an arrow into the red glowing mass, but nothing seems to happen. after having seen the very flashy matra bow and reibyou bow in action, tirol feels disappointed at how un-exciting this was. she starts freaking out about how they’re going to be crushed to death, until they all look up and realize that the mass is actually rising back up into the sky.

The mass is aimed right for geppei. milo looks at bisco curiously. “When we fired the bow just now, I sensed some sort of very tender emotion that I’ve never felt before... What did you do to Geppei, or her mind, I guess?” “Can’t say I did anything, but I also didn’t not do anything... Basically, she never really wanted ‘freedom.’” “She just wanted to be happy?” “Yeah. All I did was remind her of that.”

Geppei is enveloped by the red glowing mass, and a bright wave of energy erupts as the bubble bursts. everyone is knocked down by its force, but they realize afterward that bisco and tirol are fully human again, and the cats that had been turned into kinoko have also gone back to normal. milo theorizes that geppei’s powers were reset, hence why all the curses she cast have gone away.

To their surprise, youkan’s uncle shows up. apparently he had been absorbed into the kinoko-castle. he asks if youkan is okay, to which bisco hesitantly tells him that youkan “had one last thing he needed to do.”

Milo panics as he realized they need to find and destroy the choushin arrow, but bisco says it’s not their problem anymore. he grabs milo’s hand and drags him off, saying it’s time to go back to the human world. “Hey, what’s gotten in to you? Bisco, answer me!” “I kept you guys waiting for way too long. We can’t waste any more time.” “Bisco...!” “This whole time, it was so simple...” Bisco moved swift like the wind as his eyes shined calmly, as if he finally found the answer he was looking for. “I’m so bad at this... I always have been. Always being such a show-off, and risking my life...” * [see comments] Milo came to understand what his partner’s lamentations meant. He moved closer to Bisco, who continued muttering to himself. He put his lips up to Bisco’s ear and quietly whispered, “So all you have left to take care of is just this one, simple thing?” “...” “Maybe you’re right about that. But it's okay to only have one thing you need - nothing else matters. To be honest, I’ve lost the need for anything besides my love for you.” “...” “Don’t be afraid, Bisco. If this is how you truly feel, then you don't need to feel bad about stepping into other people's lives. Just like how you did when you stole me away from Imihama that day...” Bisco chose to not answer with words, instead squeezing Milo’s hand tightly. A few rays of sunlight began peeking through the clouds over the kingdom of cats, illuminating the pair as they ran.

Sometime later, geppei wakes up in a grassy field. she drags herself along the ground, leaving a trail of blood. she finds the choushin arrow and thinks she’s won the day, but then youkan appears. geppei thinks he’s come to finish her off, but instead he apologizes to her and bows his head.

The police call out for geppei’s arrest. geppei cries as she remembers her childhood as a thief, and that she’s going to die how she was born. she tries awakening the arrow’s power, but it doesn’t work... until youkan also touches it. he says he’ll throw away his country and his sword - all he needs is her. that’s what bisco and milo helped him realize.

They use the arrow to fly off into the sky, towards the gate connecting the cat and human realms...

Back in japan, everyone has recovered from the cat disease. unfortunately, this means pawoo has to go back to being governor where mountains of paperwork and endless questions wait for her. she’s irritable from not sleeping for days, but receiving the official document for bisco’s pardon gives her a spark of joy - all she has to do is stamp it to put it into effect.

Suddenly, bisco breaks in through the window and tells her that they’re leaving. she asks where they’re going, and bisco says “We’re going wherever I’m going.” like milo, it seems that pawoo has been waiting for this moment. but just to confirm this is really happening, she says “If I leave with you now, I’m not ever coming back here again you know?”

Bisco tears up his pardon, saying the government shouldn’t do shit without his permission. he’s made up his mind, and decided that he needs to bring pawoo on his adventures because she’s part of his destiny. Bisco had unconsciously placed an arbitrary restriction on himself this whole time, where he made it taboo to interfere with the course of anyone’s life besides Milo’s. Bisco's ironclad isolationism was broken down thanks to the flickering flame, and he finally was able to take his first steps into his wife’s heart.

Pawoo’s assistant is watching all this happen and panicking, begging pawoo not to leave because the city will fall apart. she gives 0 fucks. she throws her resignation letter at the assistant and says she’s going to go live her true happiness. bisco carries her out the window and they head off to the gate where milo is waiting for them.

Now that they’ve made enemies of both imihama and the kyoto government (again), bisco asks where on earth they can go. milo says they’re going to kagoshima, where sisi and the benibishi have started their own country. they’ll help protect the trio from the government.

Imihama’s army is out in full force, chasing after them and firing cannons. pawoo uses her pole to deflect the attacks, sending the cannonballs into imihama’s walls and shattering them. bisco says “you realize you were the leader of that place til like 2 minutes ago??” but pawoo says fuck imihama and fuck the walls that kept it isolated from the rest of the world.

She looks excited and full of life, like a giant weight has been taken off her shoulders. all of them are happy as they make their great escape, running away to be together like they should have long ago.

THE END

Other notes

Amakusa is a different reading for the kanji of “kenzou” (licorice), and “geppei” means mooncake.

Youkan, Rakugan, and his uncle Shibafune are all named after japanese wagashi.

Youkan is around 30 years old.

Other food names mentioned: Senbei (rice cracker), gohei (savory skewered mochi).

“Matatabi” (flickering flame) is likely a pun, because there is a type of plant used for cat treats that is also pronounced matatabi in japanese.

The way years are written in the cat realm is like that of traditional japanese year numbering, except the period name is silly: Byouei year [number], where “byouei” is the kanji for cat + forever.

Mushroom keeper culture tidbit: In the dinner scene, milo says “aren’t you supposed to wait for the elders to be seated before you start eating?” bisco explains that’s only true if you’re at a drinking party with relatives. it’s not applicable when you’re guests at a stranger’s house.

Milo really hates the super sparkly and maximalist “all gold” aesthetic that geppei has going on. he calls it ugly and pretends to gag whenever he sees it.

Tthe flickering flame blade techniques are mostly water and fish themed.

When the uncle shows up to save youkan, there are some brief flashbacks. we learn that youkan’s father seemed to actively dislike him. rakugan and his other 7 sons are all tigers, while youkan is a black cat.

It is explicitly noted that the humans who turned half-cat still have their human ears. so they have 2 sets of ears.

* In this line, bisco does not use any pronouns so it’s unclear who he’s talking about. I assumed it was himself since that makes the most sense to me.

When pawoo destroys imihama’s walls at the end, she states that the walls have been useless for years now. they were built to block the rusty wind, but the wind has more or less been eradicated by this point.

From the author’s afterword: bisco seems to have parts of himself reflected in both youkan and geppei. bisco and geppei’s real enemy in this volume was society, rather than a specific person... cat. however, the author wasn’t trying to say that society is bad. in the skb world, there is no such thing as pure good or bad - it’s about finding a balance somewhere in between. he also states that there’s something etheral about introspection, and asking yourself, “am I a human, or am I a cat? or maybe I’m an eagle, or a wolf?” - basically meaning, “what kind of person am I and how does that affect the way I want to live my life?”

#sabikui bisco #rust eater bisco #akaboshi bisco #nekoyanagi milo #sbkb summary series

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Blessed by Ammit - Part 4

Summary: What if Harrow captured Layla instead of her rescuing Steven in London? Layla has an opportunity to find freedom. Will she take it? What exactly are Harrow's plans with her? Is she ready to find out? Just how deep has Harrow taken her?

Warnings: 18+. Contains: Corruption, lactation, enlarged breasts/nipples, enlarged clit, overstimulation, masturbation, voyerism, exhibitionism, fucked silly, Vaginal penetration, non protected sex, creampie, cumshot, dubious conscent due to brainwashing, Brain washing.

(Psychological manipulation due to cult worship going on. So big TW for cult stuff.)

Word count: 6,506 - Dirty talk

Pairings: Layla x Harrow

Part 1 Here Part 2 Here Part 3 Here

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She overheard the murmurs late at night.

Sitting alone in her room, she was growing used to her only personal contact being with Harrow. He made sure that he was the only real person that she ever spoke with. Her other interactions were always a blur of emotion and sensation as she carried out her duties to his people.

Soon to be her people. It was getting hard for her to know what her own thoughts were compared to the thoughts that Harrow gave to her.

I am hungry. This was a thought she knew was hers. Something she could own. Yet even this she could not do anything about. She ate when Harrow brought her food. Even this thought was taken from her as he gave her simple meals and often watched her eat them.

I want… This thought drifted around her and lost all meaning. She could not want anything. Harrow gave her everything and there was nothing to want. He controlled what she had and what she wanted.

I am Layla. It was her last shred of person. Even her body was not her own. After Harrow had finally claimed her and filled her, the body became an object to her. Something else he owned and controlled. She only filled it and let it do what he wished of it.

Even this was being threatened. He had sensed that time was lacking and in times when she was most vulnerable, he stressed the fact to her that she was just a vessel. She was a gift and only that.

When she heard the loud talking outside of her window, she initially rolled over and attempted to ignore it.

“...Ammit will be with us soon.” A voice cheered. Excitement was too much for the voice to contain.

Layla slid out of bed and crept to the window. If they saw her, they would grow quiet and leave. No one was allowed to speak to her or even gaze on her without Harrow’s permission.

He had started to allow those that were deemed ‘worthy good souls’ special permissions to get closer to her. They would pleasure themselves over her while Harrow watched from the back of the room. His gaze alone was often what sent her over the edge, bringing them her unique gifts of filling them with love.

The idea of interacting with someone now without Harrow there scared her and thrilled her. She cracked open the window and stood just out of view, listening as they spoke.

“He has been putting together a group to go to Egypt with him. When Ammit is free, he will bring her to us!” The voice again rose in excitement.

Another voice hushed him then murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.

“He promised that our Divine Gift will be filled with the power of Ammit. She will devour the evil souls and spread love to those who are worthy.” The first voice sounded smug. “I’ve felt her love myself recently. I can only imagine what it will feel like once she is truly inhabited by Ammit.”

Layla pushed the window open and leaned out. “What do you mean? Inhabited?” She called out.

Two men looked up at her with wide eyes. “Praise to Ammit!” They responded and knelt down.

“Please, what did you mean?” She wanted to climb out of the window and demand that they explain themselves. In the back of her mind she knew that not that long ago she would have done just that. It would have been easy to slide out on the ledge and climb down the drain pipe to them. Now, the idea of leaving her room without preparation first made her hesitate.

The men jumped up and ran off, averting their gaze from her.

She sighed in agitation and moved to pace the room. Harrow had long claimed himself to be Ammit’s Avatar. He carried her powers in his cane and judged people. He was Ammit’s scale. One of her tools.

He had mentioned to her once about how he looked forward to seeing her feed on the souls of the wicked.

She trembled and looked down at her body, her fingers going to trace the dark mark of the scales on her abdomen.

She went to the bedroom door, her hand pausing on the handle. Slowly she opened it. The hallway was dark and empty. She had never left her room without Harrow’s permission. It struck her as odd that the door was unlocked. Had it ever been locked? Had she tried to leave on her own before?

She shook her head, trying to rid the voice that whispered for her to stay and be good.

Once out in the hall, she felt a part of her break free. I am Layla. She quietly turned, her bare feet silent on the stone steps as she moved to the front door. Her heart pounded as she pulled it open and slipped out into the open night. Run run run run.

She rushed down the steps. She was so used to stepping out into the crowd that it felt wrong to not immediately be met by someone crying out for her blessings. It felt wrong not to hear Harrow’s crunching glass behind her.

She ran blindly. Moving down the familiar path until she got to the town center. Her chair was still set up, waiting for her. Waiting for her to provide her milk to the collection vats and her love to the waiting crowd while Harrow judged them.

Layla hesitated, her hands going to her chest and feeling the weight of her breast. She had been milked heavily earlier. She estimated that she had until tomorrow early afternoon before the pressure would become painful again and demand another milking.

She glanced around at the dark town. What was she doing? Where would she go? She was in the middle of a village in the mountains and she was naked. Was she expecting to run down the mountain and not die of exposure to the elements? Even if she could steal a car, what then? Where would she go when she didn’t know how far Harrow’s reach went?

Tears rolled down her face as she tried to decide what to do.

“The fear of the unknown is often what drives the sinner to take their first steps to be wicked.” Harrow’s voice whispered across the courtyard and she turned to find him standing there.

She took a step back and looked at him fearfully. Would he be angry that she had left?

Harrow walked slowly to the platform and stepped up. “I loved the night as a child. The quiet and calm it brought. Away from prying eyes and pain.” He circled the platform once then raised his arms as if addressing an invisible crowd. “But then my eyes were opened. The night didn’t bring peace. It hid the wicked. The evil acts only turned to the privacy of their homes behind closed doors and windows. The cowardice of the truely wicked.”

She looked up at him, his audience of one. He moved to look down at her, his face tormented in a private pain.

“And then there was Khonshu. I fell into him believing that I alone could seek out these sinners. That I could cleanse the night and bring back the peace. I was gifted with looking into their darkened windows and knowing what they had done. Seeing their evil clear as day. It never ended. His push to punish and punish and punish.” He sighed and closed his eyes, lost in a memory.

A memory stirred for Layla as she recalled her husband sitting alone in the living room, face in his hands as he settled down after a long night with Khonshu’s demands.

Harrow shook his head. “Why wait to punish a deed? Why not stop it from ever happening? Don’t wait for them to hide in the dark. Weed the garden before the flowers are strangled.”

He moved to sit in the chair on the platform. “I don’t hide in the dark, Layla. I am here in the open.”

She stared up at him, her feelings swirling in her head. “Am I going to be sacrificed to Ammit? Is she going to take my body as her own?”

“Would that not just be exchanging one prison for another?” Harrow leaned forward on his cane. “A god would never be satisfied in the flesh of a human. No human could ever hope to fully contain a god without both beings suffering.”

“A tool then? You wish to turn me into nothing but a tool to be used.” She eyed his cane, her hand moving to stroke over the scales on her flesh slowly.

Harrow gave her a curious look. “Is that not what an Avatar is? A tool to be used by a god? I am willing to be used in any way she deems fit for me. I would be so lucky to continue to be useful to her. How would you like to serve Ammit?”

Layla crossed her arms and glared. “I never asked for this.”

He nodded. “No. You didn’t. Yet you took to it so well. Look at you. Can you imagine returning to whatever life you had before? No one to gaze at you the way the people here do. No one to follow you. Knowing that you are surrounded by evil and wicked people.”

“Evil according to you.” She huffed.

“I don’t hide in the dark.” He looked at her a moment then leaned back in the chair. “You can go if you wish. Nothing is forcing you to stay.”

“Right now? Just walk out like this?” She laughed. “I’d die out there. Some choice.”

He smiled. “Tomorrow I can have someone drive you into town. Make sure you get a plane to anywhere in the world you want. It really doesn’t matter. Soon Ammit will be found and free. Her reach will span the globe and you will watch the world be cleansed of those filled with evil. You will see things as they are then.”

“Someone will stop you.” She looked down. “Marc will stop you.”

“Marc is not fit to stop anyone. He is lost in his own pain. He doesn’t care about you. He can’t even decide who he wants to be.” He grinned as if he knew some private joke. “When he came to this town not that long ago, he brought chaos with him. Carnage. Right here where you are standing. He killed the good people here just so he could take something that wasn’t his.”

She couldn’t help but glance down as if she might see herself standing in a puddle of blood.

“You’re wrong about him.” She stubbornly spoke up.

“Am I? You don’t sound so sure.” Harrow looked at her for a moment. “When he left you, did you fantasize about him returning to you? How he would walk back into your home with some excuse about a long mission and mistakes? How he would take you back into his arms and call you pet names while kissing you and holding you with his bloody hands? If only you knew the carnage he has caused. The secrets he hides.”

“Your hands are twice as bloody!” She shot back. “How are your scales any better? Have you ever tried to balance yours? Judge yourself?”

“I know where my scales sit.” Harrow smirked. “Do you want to judge me yourself? Perhaps you will become your own hero? Devour my soul as your first meal. I would give that to you willingly. I know my work will be carried out in my absence. I know you will crave more souls to feast on once you know the true path to paradise.”

She stared up at him. Could she judge him? Could she kill him so easily as he did so many others?

She took a step forward. It would be easy. Lay her hands on him. Feel the shift of the scales on her flesh and then…

“No. I want to leave.” She looked away. “I refuse to become a pawn of Ammit.”

Harrow held out a hand to her. “I promise you that if you still feel this way tomorrow, I will let you leave. You are truly a spirit beyond any I have met before.”

She hesitantly stepped up to the platform and he took her hand. “So beautiful. So dangerous. Tell me… I must know where you plan to go. I only wish to see you safe. I don’t know what I would do if anything should happen to you.”

She shivered at his kind words. “Home. I would go home.”

“To Cairo? To London? Which home? You haven’t been back to Cairo in so long. There is nothing for you there. Nothing for you in London, either. Marc will not survive the balancing of the scales. I would hate to see him tarnish you further with his lies.” He stroked a hand over her shoulder gently.

It was easy to let his voice wash over her again. So soft and soothing. It had become such a presence in her life over the past few weeks.

He leaned in and whispered softly to her. “And what about your gifts? No one out there will tend to you. Drink your blessed milk… Feel your love. Give you pleasure. You will just be another body in the masses.”

Doubt filled her and she looked down at her body again. What was she to do about this? If she left tomorrow she would miss her milking session. The pain would be terrible. She would also miss the private session that would follow.

Layla shook her head, trying to clear away the doubts there. It wasn’t normal. These weren’t her thoughts.

Harrow sat back down in the chair again and looked up at her. “I don’t hide in the dark. Neither do you. You are here exposed to the world. Anyone that looks at you can see everything. They can see your desires and fears. I can see the conflict inside you. You tell yourself you want to leave but I can see the desire to stay. To be worshiped and cared for.”

She swallowed hard and looked at him. “Harrow…” She felt her head start to become hazy. She liked being worshiped. She loved how it made her feel so needed. She was here in the open and for the first time in her life she could hide nothing… But she also had no sense of self here… But was that so bad?

“I’m alone.” She whispered. “Exposed here and alone.”

“You are far from alone.” Harrow took her by the wrist and pulled her to his lap, sitting her down facing the empty courtyard. “I told you, I do not hide in the dark. I am here for everyone to see and judge.”

His hands slid over her back, feeling rough and calloused. They felt strong and large against her, confident and knowledgeable as they stroked over sore muscles. “Perhaps my scales tip off balance because of what I had to do to get to where I am now. The things I suffered under Khonshu. If they are off balance, then I accept my judgment. I have never hidden this fact from those that follow me.”

She arched slightly as he rubbed her shoulders, easing her sore muscles from the added weight on her chest. “You’re a hypocrite.” She whispered. “Claiming your scales are off but that you can be redeemed. Why not let others be redeemed too?”

“I never claimed that I could be saved. I only intend to work to free Ammit. Let her judge me herself. When I can no longer be of use to her, I will let her devour my soul. Till then, I intend to make the world a better place for those that truly deserve it.” He slid his hands down to stroke over her collar bone gently.

Layla shivered. “My scales aren’t balanced. Not by your definition. Why save me?”

Harrow laughed softly and nuzzled her ear. “Because I can use you.” He spread her legs and reached down to casually stroke his fingers up and down her slit, pausing now and then to slide over her clit. “Everything you were when you came to me can be taken away. I can turn you into a vessel for my people. Let them push their feelings on to you and take their passion out on you. Keep them pure.”

She shuddered as her mind started to turn into a blank hum as each stroke of his fingers sent small jolts of pleasure up her spine. She easily spread her legs further and let him manipulate her. “You watch… You’re always there watching…”

Harrow smiled and rolled her clit between his fingers. “I make sure your body stays pure. I make sure they don’t get carried away and tempted to lose themselves in you.”

She groaned and started to roll her hips against his hand. “You like it. You like watching me. You like controlling my body. It gets you off.”

He shifted and she felt his hard bulge pushing against her backside fully. She still had no idea how he managed to keep such a beast hidden under such thin clothes. She wondered if he felt this turned on watching her in the crowds or from the back of the room while she pleasured others.

Perhaps he returned to his room alone each night and stroked himself off. That thought somehow made her sad.

She slid off his lap and turned to nuzzle between his legs. She looked up at him with a smile, asking silently as she brushed her lips across his bulge.

He slid his hands through her hair gently. “I offered you freedom. Are you afraid to leave? Do you fear not feeling so loved day to day as you are here? Do you fear that you will be rejected? Do you think your husband will reject you again?”

Layla nuzzled his inner thighs and looked up at him. She realized she was afraid. Afraid that he was right about everything. That she would go home and not feel comfortable there anymore. That she would miss having so many people look at her like she was a goddess. That Marc would leave again, repulsed by what she had become.

Reaching up she wrapped her fingers around his bulge and started to massage. What if this was the only dick she would ever have? Would she ever be satisfied by any other?

“Please…” She whispered. “Take me with you. You must be so lonely. I can’t stand thinking of you alone in your room all the time with this…” She kissed the bulge and nuzzled him through his pants. “Such a waste. Let me worship you for a change.”

He looked at her in surprise then smiled. “You are beautiful on your knees like this.” He undid his fly and groaned as his dick slid out, throbbing in need and already dripping in precum.

She was briefly overwhelmed as she gazed at his dick. She felt her insides clench and tighten as she remembered how it felt to be filled by it. Her own lubricant was starting to drip down her thighs in need.

He gripped his dick and gave it a couple of strokes then moved to slide the tip across her lips. “Show me your love.”

She gasped and licked her lips, tasting him. Slowly she leaned in and started to lick over the head, letting her tongue slide over the slit slowly to lick up his fluids. Each slow lick made him inhale deeply as he kept control just barely.

Her fingers slowly wrapped around his cock and she worked her way down, kissing the length and feeling it slide over her lips. His hands moved to her hair and he stroked gently, encouraging her.

Meticulously she mapped out the bulging veins with her tongue and lips, moving around his thickness carefully. Carefully she started to lick under the head and shivered as his dick pulsed in her hands. “I can’t believe you waited so long to fuck me…” She whispered as she went back to licking over the slit slowly.

Harrow let out a slow breath and laughed. “You were not ready. I needed you to want me. To open yourself up to me willingly.”

Layla shivered and slowly wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently. She looked up at him and slowly started to slide down, letting his dick move over her tongue as he stretched her mouth open.

A whimpering moan escaped her and she dropped a hand to her own clit, working her fingers across herself eagerly.

Harrow reached down and pulled her arms up till he was holding her wrists tightly. “No no no….” He chastised softly. “You focus on me right now.”

She gasped as he released her then gripped her hair and pushed her head down sharply.

His cock slid to the back of her throat and she struggled not to gag. It took her a moment of breathing through her nose to settle and slowly relax her throat. Her hands went to steady herself on his thighs as she carefully let his dick slip further down her throat.

She groaned and felt his fingers relax in her hair, returning to stroking gently. She slowly pulled up, letting her tongue work around him before sinking back down and letting him push against the back of her throat fully. Her jaw was starting to ache and she was distantly aware that if he became angry or decided to take over he could cause her severe damage.

He sat back, letting her move at her own pace as she sucked and bobbed on him, deep throating him carefully. Each motion down she struggled to take in more, wanting to push herself and see just how far she could go.

His hips twitched and he let out a deep moan that nearly sent her over the edge. I’m pleasuring him. He is enjoying this! The thought filled her with warmth and happiness. She held her breath and swallowed.

He groaned and arched his hips as she took him in fully, her lips meeting the base of his cock. She could feel him pushing down her throat as she held him there, her tongue pressing along his length and her throat squeezing down around him desperately.

His fingers tightened in her hair and he held her head there, keeping her from coming back up. Mild panic started to build as she found herself unable to breathe. She waited as her throat spasmed around him.

She could trust him or she could panic and fight. She thought about what he said about wanting him and opening up to him. She hummed around him, letting the vibrations work around him. He gasped and hitched his hips again, his dick moving out just barely before sliding back down.

She trembled as he started to move, slowly thrusting down her throat, only pulling out enough to let her take in a desperately gasp of air before he pushed back down again. She started to get light headed as he moved. The stretch in her jaw was a thing of the past now and her tongue felt good as she worked it around him.

“So beautiful.” He whispered as he fucked her mouth. “You belong here. You and I together will spread Ammit’s desires across the world. We will make heaven on earth. I will be her blade and you will be her love.” He gasped and started to move his hips harder, his fingers tightening and releasing her hair with each thrust.

Layla felt a shiver run down her at his words. No longer gentle whispers, he sounded forceful, making his words seem true.

“Nnh.” He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair as he pushed fully into her mouth again and held his dick deep down her throat. “Layla… I will give you anything you desire. You are mine.”

His dick twitched and she had just enough time to wrap her lips around him tightly as he came down her throat. She could feel his thick cum fill her and slide down into her. It was all she could do not to choke as she swallowed around him, drinking it in.

He pulled out of her mouth slowly and she gasped, collapsing back as she took in air at last. He stood up over her and stroked his dick as she lay back, gasping.

“You are mine, Layla. Only mine. You give them your love but your body is mine.” He groaned and his dick twitched again, spurting his seed out across her in thick ropes.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. This was a side of him she had never seen before. Powerful and commanding. This was no longer the kind loving man that worshiped her. This was a man that owned her.

She felt helpless under him as he knelt down and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. “This body… This mind. Every part of you is mine and only mine. You go where I tell you. You do what I say. You feel pleasure only because I allow it.”

She looked back in time to see him line up and slide his dick into her fully in one thrust.

Her body arched and she cried out as he stretched her and pushed deep inside her waiting body. He didn’t wait for her to settle as he started to buck into her roughly, each motion rocking her forward.

Her mind was blank as he drove into her. It was everything she wanted. Her hips bucked back to meet him and she was distantly aware of making obscene sounds that echoed around the courtyard.

He reached down and started to work his fingers over her clit harshly as he bucked into her. In no time at all she felt her body race to orgasm and fly over the edge as she clenched down around him.

Still he bucked into her and worked her over. She caught a glimpse of his face, wild and powerful, before his pounding pushed her down to her arms. It was all she could do not to fall flat on her face as he forcefully pushed into her.

She felt him pause, holding still deep into her as he came. His cum slid out around his dick, dripping down her thighs as he filled her. Panting, he grunted then started again, bucking into her as he gripped her hips tightly.

Layla started to babble, whimpering out his name and promises to let him own her. To control her body. She would promise him anything as she rode out another orgasm. His continued thrusts into her over stimulated body quickly pushed her into a consecutive orgasm and she screamed as he reached down again to stroke over her clit.

Each time her body raced up she clenched around him tightly and he toyed with her, letting her relax before bucking and pinching down on her clit sharply, enjoying the way she moved on him.

He came again and she watched between her legs as his cum dripped down under her. She imagined that she could see her stomach bulge from the force of his movements and she rested a hand on her lower abdomen, feeling as his dick pushed down into her.

When Harrow pulled out she collapsed, trembling on the platform floor. She sensed him moving behind her then felt him lift her up. She smiled, waiting to be taken into his caring arms and taken back to her room.

She felt him sit in the chair and move her around. “We are not done yet, Layla. I want you to only think of me when you feel pleasure. I want your body to remember me and crave me every moment of your life.”

She found herself straddling his lap facing him. She was lifted and she felt him push against her again before he let her sink down onto his cock once more.

“Ahh!” She arched and rocked her hips as he filled her in new angles and ways. His fingers dug into her hips as he encouraged her to move her hips and start to ride him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as she was forced to gaze into his eyes. He looked at her with pure lust as he moved into her. Fingers found her nipples and started to work them over, rolling and pulling, making her arch her back as she was overwhelmed in sensation.

Milk started to drip from her nipples as her chest was stimulated. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, drinking her down as her hips continued to rock on him.

A free hand slipped to her clit and he once more started to stroke and pinch, working her into a frenzy as her body peaked in waves.

She felt him fill her again, his dick pulsing hotly inside her. He sat back, grunting for a moment as he looked at her. “Look at you.” He cupped her hot face, his thumb sliding over her lower lip. “This is how you were meant to be. Filled with my cum and not a single thought in that head but the desire for me to fuck you.”

Layla nuzzled his hand, parting her lips as she let her tongue slide out to lick his thumb. She felt dirty and used and excited all at once. His words echoed in her and while they made her angry, they also made her want to do things that felt shameful.

She smiled and reached down to where he joined her. Slowly she slid a finger through the cum leaking out of her and brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean. “Ah… Harrow… Do I please you?”

He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep possessive kiss, tasting her and owning her. “Yes…” He smiled. “I will take you to Egypt with me. Together we will find Ammit.”

He pulled out of her and let her stand before him on shaky legs. He spread her legs and watched as his cum slid out of her, running down her thighs. “You are so beautiful like this…”

She reached down and slowly spread her folds, feeling the thick cum drip from her.

He smirked. “I would have you stand here all day to let the world see you filled with my cum. Let them know that you are mine and through me and me alone do they get to feel your love and devotion…” He stood up and slid a hand under her, collecting some of the fluid before holding it up for her to lick off his hand.

She flushed as she licked over his fingers slowly. “Anything, Harrow… Anything for you…”

He smiled and lifted her. “We leave for Egypt tomorrow. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your trip.”

He let her walk back to the house so that she could feel his cum slide down her thighs with each step. She was covered in him and filled. She was his. Her mind filled with his name, leaving no room for her own thoughts as he stood with her in the shower and cleaned her.

She felt his fingers work inside her as he washed every part of her and she simply stood still and let him. Any thoughts of escape or leaving had long gone from her and she distantly wondered if this was part of his power.

She fell into a haze for the rest of the night, vaguely aware of him moving around her and preparing her for their trip.

When morning came, she found herself in a robe that buttoned down the front to conceal her naked body underneath. She wore boots that came up to her mid calves and her hair was tied back in a loose ribbon.

As she walked through town to the car, she noticed several vats that stored her milk being moved to the community building where food was often distributed. She had stored more than enough of her milk to last them many months.

It felt strange to feel cloth covering her body. She didn’t know how long she had been there, but the feel of the cloth against her breasts and nipples felt rough and wrong.

She got in the car next to Harrow and looked at him nervously. “We will come back here, right? The people… My people need me.”

He smiled lovingly, his kind face once more back in place. “Of course, my dear. When we return with Ammit, you will be worshiped as a goddess.”

She smiled and gazed out the window as they left the village. Her people would wait for her…

It was a long car ride out of the mountains. When the first real city appeared, she felt anxiety start to fill her. Her mind struggled as she saw people that did not belong with their group. Normal everyday people walking around as if nothing was wrong.

When she thought it was going to be too much, she felt a hand slide up under her robe and fingers start to stroke over her slit.

Her anxiety faded as she spread her legs and looked at Harrow, her lips parted with a soft gasp.

“Be calm, my Divine Gift.” He slid a finger into her and moved it around slowly. Her insides were still sensitive after the pounding she had taken the night before. She gasped and squirmed on his finger, struggling against the desire to close her legs and protect her sensitive parts and the desire for him to keep going and bring her off.

He laughed and removed his finger. “Be calm.” He patted her thighs and returned to his own work as he made calls and organized his people.

She squirmed in her seat and gazed out the window in a haze of need. What would these people do or say if they saw her? If she stepped out and stripped and pulled them close to her loving body?

She laughed softly and imagined how she might love each and every one of them.

Harrow had a private plane waiting for them. The people that waited to meet them greeted him warmly and gazed at her with a mix of curiosity and eagerness.

She smiled to them, relaxed at being surrounded by people that knew her again.

Once in the air, Harrow worked on his plans then would pull her close and tease her body, reminding her of her place at his side. She spent most of the plane ride in a haze of need and empty thoughts. She felt as if she had been drugged somehow and any time anxiety threatened to creep into her, he found her and teased out her fears with bliss and pleasure.

He fucked her once as they neared Cairo, making her forget about her home country and how close she was to the potential for freedome.

She reluctantly cleaned herself up in the bathroom, wiping away his cum and her own fluids. She didn’t want to be a distraction to him in his moment of leadership with his people. She couldn’t be a distraction to them either. They needed to put all their efforts into finding their Goddess.

She was taken to a hotel and told to wait.

He promised to come back to her and present her to Ammit. His promise was punctuated as he fingered her and quickly brought her off, leaving her trembling and gasping on the bed.

She waited. Day turned to night and she was brought food by one of his followers. Night turned to day and she paced the hotel room, wondering when he might return. She tried to distract herself by masturbating any time she felt anxious or fearful. Sweet endorphin release kept her mind blank and calm.

When night came again, she could hear the city outside erupting into chaos. Screams and cries and the sounds of things crashing. “It’s him!” She knew he had succeeded. Ammit was close. The scales on her abdomen glowed and she felt a familiar sensation. Not just one soul, but many souls being judged all at once.

Fear rushed over her. Harrow had won. What did that mean? She would always feel this. The buzz and tingle of the souls being freed. Being devoured. He had promised that she would learn to devour souls too. Did she want this? It didn’t matter, it was too late to go back now. Harrow had won.

Panic overtook her and she felt any shred of her old life starting to fade. Any bit of hope that she had clung to falling away. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like this feeling.

She stripped off her cloak and lay back on the bed, working her fingers over herself vigorously. Anything to distract herself from this feeling.

She worked herself into several orgasms, refusing to stop for fear of what her mind might return to.

Long after the screams and crashing stopped, she heard the door open and she spread her legs and spread her folds open wide, eager to greet Harrow and hope that he felt the need for a victorious fuck.

Someone walked into the room and she was distantly aware that this was not Harrow.

“Layla?” The voice was soft and timid. “Oh god… Layla… What did he do to you?”

She looked up at the dark eyes and dark hair. He was scuffed up and sweaty, scraped and bloody in some spots from battle.

She trembled and recognition swam to the front of her mind. “Marc?”

She groaned as wrong and painful emotions rushed forward. Emotions and thoughts she had not let herself feel since she had first been taken. “Nnh…” She arched her hips and started to frantically stroke her clit, desperate to put it all back. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t go back. Where was Harrow? Her husband was here… This was her husband… She loved her people. She needed her people. She loved Marc. She loved him with everything. He had finally come for her and she was free….

She cried out as she orgasmed, squirting her fluids across her hands, milk dripping from her pert nipples. She smiled and slowly stroked her fingers over her folds, working them up inside her as she smiled at him.

“Marc…” She trembled as she spread herself for him fully and used her other hand to pull a nipple till she sprayed milk out, eager to feel him take from her. “Come feel my love, Marc. Let me love you… Let me bless you...”

A/N: One more?

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