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gh0stfacesho3 · 4 years

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It's anon who requested Kendo Rappa, aND OMFG THE RAPPA FIC WAS GREAT- thank u so much for that master piece ;-; anyway- Could I get a Overhaul x Fem!reader nsfw scenario where reader and overhaul are in bed together and shes just teasing his morning wood for a long time, but that pisses him off eventually so he just snaps ;)) I THIRST for these villains

Awww thank you I’m glad you liked it!! And ofc my love!! I thirst hella hard for villains too so one NSFW Overhaul coming up!

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Pairing: Overhaul x (F)Reader

Warnings: Bondage, ball gag, choking, drooling, oral, anal, degrading, and overstim.

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Normally, when you wake up next to Kai, you actually wake up to him as he’s drinking a cup of coffee but this morning was different. You looked over at his side of the bed to see no cup of coffee so you thought he might be sick since you heard the shower running. Little did you know, it was because he had a case of morning wood due to his lewd dream he had about you. You got up and went fix Chisaki his normal cup of coffee. Once Kai was out of his cold shower, his problem was still on high alert, if you know what I mean, so he got dressed into some boxers and a black tshirt. He was glad to see that you weren’t there so he was able to sneak back under the covers and lay there, hoping his hard on would go away.

“Hey Kai, I got you some coffee” you said as you set the mug down on his nightstand. “You feeling okay?” You asked as you slipped into bed next to him.

“Yeah just in pain.” He said which wasn’t a complete lie because he was painfully erect. He was laying on his side with his back to you and he felt your arm snake around his torso.

“What is hurting you?” You asked as you kissed up his neck which only added to his arousal.

“My stomach.” He huffed and you could see his blush rising as your rubbed your hand on his chest underneath his shirt. Then it clicked. Kai Chisaki had morning wood. You smirk softly as you rubbed his lower stomach.

“Is this were it hurts?” You asked as your hand lightly danced on his skin. You pulled him back so he was laying on his back and you cuddled up to him.

“Yeah-...what are you doing?” Kai asked as your hand rested on his waistband of his boxers.

“Trying to add heat to your stomach ache.” You stated in matter a fact way. You kissed his cheek softly before you trailed kisses down to his jaw. Your hand slipped under his waistband and just rested above his hard on. This pissed Kai off making him grab your throat as he got on top of you.

“What the fuck do you think this is hm? You think I’m your little toy to play with? Wanna tease me like that and not even offer to help.” Chisaki asked with a low growl, making you moan softly at the pressure around your throat.

“Kai~” you moaned out, gasping when he grinds down on you.

“You like when I choke you don’t you? You little slut!” He whispered as he kissed down your neck, making you nod in agreement.

“Wanna treat me like a toy...I should show you what a toy is and how to use it. Make you beg. Make you take my cock like the slut you are.” Kai said as he pulled of your shirt, kissing your already exposed breast.

“Please Kia..” you started but his hand slapped your face softly.

“What’s my name?” He asked as he pulled off your shorts and purple lace panties. “These are new.” He said as he leaned over and placed the purple lace into his nightstand.

“Sir I’m sorry. You’re name is sir.” You bit your lip softly before pouting at the panty thief.

“There’s a good girl.” He said with a small smirk. While his degrading words added to your arousal, his praise made you get butterflies. Kai pushed one finger into your core making you moan out softly. “Don’t moan. Toys don’t make noise.” He said as he stuck a second finger inside your dripping core and pumped them into you quickly. You covered your mouth with one hand but almost whined when you felt Kai remove his fingers. He walked away and you sat up about to say something.

“Hush. Toys don’t speak or move. So since you wanna move and speak, I’m gonna have to stop that.” Kai said as he pulled something out of your shared walk in closet. He walked back out with purple fuzzy cuffs and a ball gag.

“Lay on your stomach.” He commanded

“But toys don’t speak or move.” You shot back with a mischievous grin. Which made Kai walk over to you and throw the stuff on the bed. He grabbed your throat and pulled you up to his face.

“Let me rephrase then, shall I?” He started as his hand tightened around your throat. “My sex toy, you, only moves and speaks when told to.” He growled into your ear before tossing you back with some force, making your body bounce.

“But since you wanna use that little mouth of yours, let’s put it to good use. On your knees” He commanded and you listened this time. He dropped his boxers and you couldn’t help but blush as his size like you always did. You also noticed the large amount of pre cum that dripped from his tip. He grabbed your jaw which made you open your mouth and he quickly shoved himself inside your warm cavern.

“Mhm damn y/n, your mouth feels so good.” He said as he slowly thrust into your mouth as you swirled your tongue around his member to get all his pre cum. He was so horny from waiting so long that he was already close to his climax after a few thrust into your mouth. His pace picked up as he rammed into your throat, making you gag around his member and you waited for his hot cum to fill your mouth once you felt his dick twitch. He quickly pulled out and grabbed your jaw.

“Tongue out.” He moaned softly as he started rubbing his member quickly and then came all over your mouth and chest. You smirked as you then licked up as much as you could. Kai panted softly before he attached your lips to his for a rough makes out session.

“You like how I taste don’t you?” He asked as he kissed down your neck.

“...y-...yes sir.” You said softly, hesitating at first as you were slightly confused on if you could respond or not.

“Now time to shut you up.” He said as he grabbed the ball gag and popped it in your mouth. It was actually rather smaller than most because while he said he wanted to shut you up, he loved hearing you moan out. The main reason for the ball gag was to watch you drool and make a mess of yourself.

He flipped you over on your stomach and handcuffed your hands behind your back. You squirmed slightly at the slight discomfort at first and your ass was met with a light sting from Kai slapping it. You quickly stopped moving only to try and roll your shoulders to get comfortable. Kai noticed your struggling and while he liked the view, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. He’d take you in a different position but then he’d risk you choking on your spit if you were on your back. He undid the cuffs and then cuffed your hands back, but this time in front of you. He pulled your body back so that your lower half was hanging off the bed.

“You’re lucky I take care of my things and toys.” He whispered down in your ear before he dipped his fingers into your core, making your body jolt slightly. Kai kisses down your back, leaving a trail of hickies and occasional bite marks on your ass as his fingers pumped into you. There was already a large pool of drool down your chin, jaw, and neck.

“You’re such a good little slut, the way you clench around my fingers.” Kai said against your skin, quickening the thrust of his fingers, curling them upwards as he did so. He now had four fingers jammed inside your sopping core, making you softly moan and clench around him.

“You gonna cum on my fingers? Do it you little whore.” He said as he grabbed your ass, pulling it apart to see his fingers disappear in your pussy. Kai was definitely hard again and wanted to fuck the shit out of you right now, but knew he had to prove a point. After Chisaki gave permission for you to meet you release, you quickly took the opportunity and came all over his slim fingers as you pant around the rubber gag. You straggled out a moan when he connected his mouth to your dripping core and began to eat you out like it was his last meal. Hearing your mumbled moans pushed him to continue and force you to another orgasm. He started to stroke himself before he pulled away to take off his shirt that remained. He started to thrust into the curve of your ass being he wanted to show you that while you are his toy, doesn’t mean you always get to be pleasured to. Kai wanted to feel you all around his cock so I grabbed your thighs and pushed them together before he thrusted into the space between them.

“F-fuck y/n, see. This is what I do with my toys. I use them to please myself...like the way I fuck your thighs” He strangled out, gripping your hips as he continued. You clenched your thighs around him, adding to his pleasure. You were sure he was gonna spank you but being the amount of pleasure it caused him, he let it slip past him. Just as he was about to come, he went back between your ass and finally came all over your back and ass.

“You’re so fuckin filthy.” Chisaki panted, massageing your sticky ass from his cum. You gasped once you felt his finger prode your asshole. You were able to make an audible moan and this drove Kai. He looped his finger in the band of the ball gag and pulled you up by it before he ripped it off. He turned you to face him and he smirked at the drool that drenched your face and chest. Chisaki pushed you back down before he began to pump his fingers inside your tight ass, adding a second one after awhile.

“Moan for me.” Kai commanded, making you moan out when he curled his fingers in your ass. He pulled them out before he pushed his hard member back into you. You knew this might be the last time he’d cum for the day but you were okay with that. Kai rocked his hips back and forth, ramming into your tight ass, pulling your cheeks apart to see the view.

“You fuck me so good, Sir~” you moan out, bringing your bound hands under your chest so you can arch your back more. Kai saw your movement and picked your hips up so your knees were now resting on the bed and then you sunk back down on them as your upper body still laid down flat besides the arch in your back. His paces started to pick up as he was chasing his own high again. His hand snakes under your body and started rubbing your clit to push you closer as well.

“Fuck...” he moaned softly before he pulled out. He quickly flipped you over before he attached his mouth to your core again. You were so keen to release that it didn’t take you long for your orgasm to build up.

“Sir, can I cum?” You asked, pushing your hips closer to his mouth. You were kinda glad he was in this state of mind because he wasn’t paying much attention to your movements.

“No.” Chisaki bluntly stated before he grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He lined himself up with you and started to rail into you. You were a moaning mess and your instinct was to reach up and pull at his hair but your hands hesitated.

“What a good fuck toy.” He said as he brought his hand around your throat again. “Learned your lesson have you?” Kai asked as he continued to thrust inside your abused core. “Either you touch me and I cum on your stomach or you stay here and I cum inside you.” He grunted against your thigh that was on his shoulder, giving it rough bites.

You had to fight a battle with yourself. Touch him and have a mess on your stomach was a really good idea because you liked the mess he made on you or have him fill you up. Your bounded hands shot up and grabbed his hair, yanking him down to you. He released your leg and gripped your hips with his now free hand. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him roughly, making his speed pick up.

“Kai-...sir.” You started which made his grip around your throat tighten then release. “I’m gonna cum...please can I?” You asked against his lips when you felt him twitch inside you.

“Come on my dick you eager slut.” He whispered as he bit your earlobe. You moaned loudly as your climax crashed into you like a tsunami wave. Kai followed soon after but he pulled out and came all over your stomach, have it pool in your belly button. He kinda went limp and just rested on top of you. You played in his hair softly, smiling softly as you knew he only had so much energy in him.

“Come on love, get up so I can clean the mess you-...mess we made.” You corrected yourself being you had a part in this too. Kai’s head shot up but was stopped by your bounded hands. He snuck out of them and went grab the key.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” He asked as he dangled the key in front of you. “Remember what you are.” Kai smirked as he went to the bathroom to clean himself up. You shimmied off the bed but that was a bad idea cause as soon as your feet touched the floor, they buckled causing you to collapse to the ground.

“What the fu-...y/n. Tsk tsk tsk, you know I was going to take care of you. I know my little fuck toy can’t take too much. Plus I told you, you’re lucky I take care of my things and toys. You are apart of that.” He scolded you as he looked at you. You noticed he was now fully dressed in his normal attire.

“I’m not gonna fix the bed though because we aren’t finsished just yet.” Kai smirked before releasing your hands and helping you up.

A/n:

Heyyy, hoped you liked it. I kinda got carried away with this one 😅 Reminder, request are opennn🙂

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years

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The animators didn’t want people thirsting over Overhaul so they tried downgrading him with a receeding hairline but people are still horny on main for him

#just a theory #im an anime watcher only and i was like #gee i hope i dont write a million page fanfiction on this character #i was confused #people kept calling his anime look a downgrade #he was breaking out and hives and im still seeing people wanna lick his abs #animators were like #gee we dont want this child abuser to be too sexy #cause you know how fans are #they just didnt do enough #they gave him a voice actor that gave me chills #and they want me to not thirst over that?#and now he fits the covid 19 asethetic #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 4 years

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bnha asks.

2. Least favorite character.

This is kinda tough because you can dislike a character for their actions while still considering them well-written, or you can dislike a character because they are underdeveloped 2-dimensional boring nobodies. For the former, I could throw Overhaul, Endeavor, AFO, and Kotaro all in the same boat. Overhaul has been the most viscerally unappealing character to me out of the bunch, I get angry every time I see his face or whenever he is mentioned. I hate him with a passion. I guess it’s because I still remember the scene of Eri feeling so scared when Overhaul got her back from Deku and Mirio and when we found out how Overhaul was abusing her. It was imprinted in my mind. Everyone else is a piece of shit too of course. If we’re talking about boring characters, there’s too many to name. Half of 1-A barely shows up and I don’t even know their names.

3. Favorite villain.

Tomura, of course. He is a really interesting character who makes me feel a lot of things. His circumstances growing up were tragic and relatable, he was an entertaining little shithead when he was introduced, and it’s been fascinating seeing his personality develop and change so quickly based on his experiences. He is remarkably intelligent and shrewd and yet he still shows genuine concern and care for his comrades, which is pretty unique for a main villain. Also he’s hot as hell.

4. Least favorite villain.

Overhaul, as I mentioned. At least with AFO you get this genuine dread whenever he appears. He is a fascinating and dangerous villain who talks the talk. But Overhaul is a little bitch who treated his subordinates like trash (at least AFO treats his underlings well when they serve him properly), he has stupid goals, his personality is trash and unlikable, and of course there is Eri.

6. Least favorite teacher.

Midnight. Gurl get your shit together and stop being creepy with the kids. I blame the writing though, she could have been a kickass lady but alas Hori is a perv.

8. Least favorite student.

Grape boi is a low hanging fruit ... I guess Sero and all the other characters whose names I don’t remember. Lemme google their names - Koda, Sato, Shoji, Ojiro, and Hagakure. They are all super boring to me I’m sorry.

10. Character you find most interesting and mysterious.

Kurogiri. We know so little about his inner thoughts. For a long time, we did not know the circumstances of his loyalty to AFO and Tomura, and now that we know, I really want to understand how Kurogiri will be moving forward. Will he keep supporting the person who molded him like clay and took away his autonomy? Does he care at all about his freedom or does he only care about Tomura? What more is there to Kurogiri other than his concern for Tomura? Will Shirakumo ever reappear again? There’s so many questions.

11. Any moments or scenes you could rewatch over and over again.

I don’t watch the anime but I could re-read the Deika arc for the rest of my life.

13. Characters you liked at first, but no longer do?

Okay so I still absolutely love Shinsou, but I am not as thirsty as I was when I first started reading this series. I was absolutely head over heels for Shinsou. This was years ago when I didn’t even write fanfiction. If I could go back to those days, I would have written a million things for him. I don’t know why my thirst has died down, I think it’ll come back when Shinsou gets more screentime.

14. Do you have a favorite quirk?

Honestly there isn’t any particular quirk that I am super fond of. I think Tomura’s quirk is super damn cool when it is at its full power, like when he leveled Deika so quickly.

16. Which pairing are you most fond of?

TOSHINORI AND INKO!!!!!!!! TOSHINKO FOR LIFE

17. Are there any pairings you aren’t personally a fan of?

I can immediately say erasermic. I am neutral towards it at best and I dislike it at worst. I understand the logic behind it but I see absolutely no chemistry between them and I just hella don’t ship them.

18. Favorite fight?

AFO vs All Might.

23. Any moment that was a disappointment?

I’m not too happy with how the current arc has progressed. The pacing was super weird and everything happened so quickly. Hori set up all these teams for the PLF and we didn’t see most of them in action. The PLF headquarters was destroyed that easily? All the villains were discovered and had their asses handed to them this easily? I understand that the goal here is to make the villains seem almost defeated until Tomura appears but bruh we could have had at least some interesting fights.

24. Is there a character that a lot of others like, but you don’t, or vice versa?

Not really? The characters I hate are equally hated by many others, and the characters I like are generally liked as well. I wish the fandom loved the villains more, though.

30. What is, if any, the biggest flaw you see in the series? Or something you would have done differently?

Most of the girls are underdeveloped and don’t go through the same level of hardship that the boys do. I would have made Deku and Kirishima as girls, made Miruko as Bakugo’s mentor, and included the girls in more combat and allowed them to have some kind of significant moments that drive the plot forward.

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beforedawnworld · 3 years

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As students transition from school to their careers the ministry has offered a new program to facilitate the training and number of applicants and new recruits. These apprenticeships span many different departments and allow the young recruits to have access to heads of departments, training and resources not previously available. The ministry is thrilled to offer this as an option to many students filtering out of Hogwarts and into positions that will benefit them and facilitate their upward movement in their departments. Each department is prepared to accept a certain number of applicants for these apprenticeship positions, which are paid with benefits available. The ministry wants to encourage young adults to choose a career with them, especially as the Wixen world deals with the complications of a budding war. There is an overwhelming pressure for the bureaucracy to shape up and overhaul many departments and these apprenticeships could lead to positions that would otherwise take many years to achieve.

These training programs accelerate the pieced together training offered normally, educating interns with more information and access than ever before. In tandem with other areas of the Wixen world as well as the existing entry level jobs available, the ministry is hoping to produce more prepared and better trained professionals who can be offered more respect and opportunity for advancement in their careers. Sold under the slogan ‘Building a Better Future Today’, how much of it is really an investment in the youth and how much is keeping a watchful eye on everyone?

The jobs listed here are meant as the main reference point for choosing a career for graduate characters. If you are having trouble finding a job for your character or have an idea not listed here we’re more than happy to help find a fit or create one.

Apprenticeships

Preexisting training courses and those newly crafted, the following apprenticeships are designed to filter new blood into some of the most highly skilled careers on offer. You can enter a career both in the ministry or outwith through these apprenticeships and with the ‘Building a Better Future Today’ guarantee; you’ll earn as you learn.

Ministry Apprenticeships

Auror Training Program — 3 years

The front line in fighting dark magic, while not always the first in the field their investigative forces in combination with their field prowess has solidified their reputation. The internship is now one of only two routes into this highly respected and competitive job, the other being a fully qualified Hit Wix retraining. Auror and Hit Wix training has recently relocated to Hogsmeade.

Rapid Response Division (Hit Wix) — 2 years

While the Aurors run the investigative side of fighting the dark side, the Hit Wix are the first responders after an incident. First in the field and first in the line of fire the Hit Wix are a highly trained and highly dedicated group of individuals. While their training program is less competitive than Auror training, as the one route into the Rapid Response Division it still draws a large number of applicants. Auror and Hit Wix training has recently relocated to Hogsmeade.

Accidental Magic Reversal Squad — Field — 18 months

The Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, while dull sounding, is incredibly important in terms of community safety. accidental magic accidents can happen to anyone, particularly younger Wizards and Witches who are not always in full control of their magic, especially those of muggleborn descent, whose families may not always understand what is happening. When this happens, they are on-scene to fix the situation before it can get out of hand, in keeping with the international statute of secrecy. While a lot of the work involved may appear basic, it is important that members of this team are ready for any situation, often including working in coordination with several other departments. This internship is for field operatives only an in the first few months overlaps heavily with Obliviator Field Training and as such applicants can swap between programs.

Obliviator Field Training — 18 months

Being an Oblivator is rarely any young Wix’s dream career but this vital role has so much overlap with other departments work and Obliviators are so in demand that the ministry tries to funnel as many graduates into it as possible. A good memory is key as they are required to remember the incredibly precise cover stories in order to only remove the necessary memories and nothing of importance. An inexperienced or ill prepared Obliviator can cause more damage than repair and so these team members are highly skilled. Whether in the field with Aurors or the accidental magic reversal squad or even cooperating with the Department of Magical Creatures, no day is ever the same.

Department of Magical Creatures — Consultants — 18 months

One could almost say the consultants are removed from the day to day operations of the Department of Magical Creatures; rather than being those with a drive to help (or police) the creatures of the Magical world these individuals are instead those with and intense fascination for said creatures. The Care of Magical Creatures nerds or those who always wanted a dragon for Christmas. The fact checkers, and the office bound members of this department, consultants are here to help the rest of their department be prepared for every situation. These consultants work very hard, lending their expertise and exhaustive research to ensure the safety and proper handling of not just their team members, but the creatures as well. A strong grade in Care of Magical Creatures is required to get anywhere near this apprenticeship.

Department of International Magic Cooperation — 1 year

The Department of International Magic Cooperation is the truly political side of the Ministry. These people represent the Ministry and act as its voice when travelling to other Ministries. These are people who have often been promoted from other departments, for varying reasons - being multilingual, elevated social status, mediation skills, and more. But more recently the Ministry has tried recruiting straight out of Hogwarts. The diplomats dream, the Department of International Magic Cooperation can be tricky to get into, but those who do tend to finish their careers here.

Apparation Education — 1 year

It is one thing to be able to apparate, it is another entirely to have mastered it to the point that you can educate others. Even completing this internship is no guarantee that you’ll one day teach as many years of training is required to one day teach. Instead most who follow through with this training program instead end up working in testing. Some mastery of charms is required for on the spot healing.

Quidditch League — 1 year

With the international attention on quidditch it’s no surprise that the training for future quidditch referees and officials is run by the ministry. Recruiting both quidditch fans straight from school and ex amateur and professional players, this program is surprisingly competitive due to the large amount of on the job training.

Department of Mysteries— 3 years

In the department of mysteries, even the research assistants have assistants, and interns in this department are here to support everyone, in whichever manner they can. While far from being an unspeakable with limited access to the dept of mysteries and everything contained within, every unspeakable started here. an entire department full of research and experimentation, coming into this apprenticeship guarantees you a lack of sleep, a dependency on caffeine, and probably a loss of social life, due to the hours you’ll be putting in. Those with a thirst for knowledge and strong work ethic will do well here, as long as they can handle the pressure. There is no option to apply directly to this department, instead applicants to other programs, and even entry level jobs, are invited to interview for an undisclosed job.

External Apprenticeships

Cursebreaker, in partnership with Gringotts Bank — 2 years

A career in this field is an exciting one, the promise of danger and adventure is a true one. Once fully trained a cursebreaker can break into smaller specialities and find work in many different ways and places. Through the ministry and Gringott’s are two popular destinations for a comfortable and lucrative career. But one may also end up treasure hunting and freelancing. This is not a career for the faint of heart or anyone missing a few NEWTs, Gringotts is seeking highly driven and skilled graduates to be further trained and will not waste resources on anyone they feel is not cut out for the job.

Wandmaker, in partnership with Hornby’s of Hogsmeade — 2 years with further training required afterwards

When one thinks of a wandmaker, usually Hornby’s is not one that first comes to mind. For many years those makers, the likes of Ollivander’s and Gregorovich, dominated the industry while Hornby’s was quietly working away, creating and supplying wonderful wands to those who needed them at a lower price tag. Wands for the hard working witch or wizard, Hornby’s have a few limited wandmaking apprenticeships, a rare entry point into a very closed off industry.

Healer, in partnership with St Mungo’s — 3 years

St Mungo’s is pleased to offer this opportunity to any student that wants to become a healer, it is an accelerated and immersive program not for the faint of heart. The work is hard but important, especially as tensions rise, the need for healers rises. A healer for St Mungo’s will face challenges such as curse and hex removal, potion reversals, magical accidents and catastrophes, broken bones and all manner of other complaints. But going home at the end of the day with a full heart makes the hard work and long road to become a healer worth it.

Mediwix, in partnership with St Mungo’s — 2 years

Mediwix go through the same educational and training requirements as healers but find themselves in different scenarios and situations. Mediwix attend sporting events and are on scene to attend to any injuries suffered, they can be employed by the team itself, or by a dragonologists reserve or any number of other exciting positions that require on sight medical care. This also encompasses what muggles may call nurses, who assist the healers and may assist in on special magical treatment and surgeries. Mediwix spend more time with actual patients than most of their medical counterparts and the job requires a focus and tenderness unmatched elsewhere.

Mediwix, in partnership with St Mungo’s and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Field Mediwix) — 2 years

In this specialised program mediwix are trained not only in field medicine and general practice but in trauma and combat. They are on the front lines of any conflict and help keep muggles and wizards alike safe. These mediwix work directly with aurors and hit wix and are on call 24/7. It is a tough job but someone has to do it and if you feel cut out for something challenging than this is the right choice for you!

Broadcast Media, in partnership with Wizarding Wireless Network — 1 year

This area of media is for those with a voice, one that can be heard by the masses. Singers, comedians, sports broadcasting etc, this is the home for all of that. Wixen in this speciality are trained, voice lessons and appearances and interviews, ready to become the voices the wizarding world loves, laughs at and listens to in good times and bad. Professionals come out of this program ready to become professional performers, announcers for the national quidditch teams and more, so sign up today and make your voice heard!

Print Media, in partnership with The Daily Prophet — 1 year

If finding the truth is your calling then find your way into this program. Hands on experience in the newsroom and cutting room floor of the Daily Prophet is invaluable to anyone hoping to become a journalist. From beauty columns to investigative pieces and politics, there is intrigue and fascination in every word, on every page. Come be a part of one of the most important career fields the wizarding world has to offer, come find the truth!

Security, in partnership with Hazim Droll: Security and Security Trolls — 1 year

The wizarding worlds most important jobs may often go unseen but protecting our places and people is beyond a necessity. Hazim Droll company is offering a course on protection, private and commercial to anyone with the presence to try. Fitness, stealth, combat magic and more is taught in this program and should attract the sort that finds strength vital. Come display your prowess and become a trusted member of this impressive service.

Entry Level

Not everything can be revamped, not everything needs replaced, and not everyone has the NEWT grades needed to get onto a ‘Better Future’ course. That’s where the entry level ministry jobs come in, with a handful of middling OWL results the world is your oyster! Or at least the world of lower level bureaucracy.

Improper Use of Magic Office

An office that is at once called a vital touchstone in the defence of the wizarding world and a vipers nest of needless bureaucracy, it would be an understatement to say the Improper Use of Magic Office is an odd place to work. Commonly referred to as a necessary evil, but evil none the less, this department is constantly flooded with paperwork and flying memos turn the room a stark purple with their whizzing and presence. Clerks here must sort through dozens of reports a day and decide which need to be addressed further and which can be tossed. If they are to be addressed further they must stamp and mark them in triplicate and pass them on to the correct department. They deal with a majority of the other departments and perhaps therefore experience the most varied social lives within the ministry, however they are not terribly popular due to them sending even more required paperwork to the various departments they work with.

Accidental Magic Reversal Squad — Office

The Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, while dull sounding, is incredibly important in terms of community safety. Accidental magic accidents can happen to anyone, particularly younger Wizards and Witches who are not always in full control of their magic, especially those of Muggleborn descent, whose families may not always understand what is happening. When this happens those in the Accidental Magic Office are there to ensure that a response can be decided and implemented before things get out of hand. Heavily involved in keeping with the international statute of secrecy, this department deals both with upholding the statute and logistics. In a fair number of responses heavy coordination with the Obliviator office is required so cross promotion between these two departments is common.

Wizengamot Administration Services

Perhaps the reason why the Wizengamot Administration Services has a higher percentage of muggleborns than most ministry offices is due to the fact it has the most direct muggle equivalent. With varied roles ranging from scheduling the Wizengamot and scheduling the daily calendar for the Wizengamot to providing individual secretaries for each member of the Wizengamot and those highly placed in the ministry; the clerks and secretaries for the Wizengamot are the most valuable and highly skilled. They perform their tasks with speed and accuracy and are highly coveted by their chosen representative on the Wizengamot. This department is very competitive and among the highest paid, with opportunities to manage future campaigns for elected seats and sit on some meetings and cases. Clerks are those responsible for the entire Wizengamot, including some degree of input into the assignment of secretary. Current clerks interview and train their replacements and despite the title of clerk or secretary they are quite respected in the ministry.

Obliviator Office

Being an Obliviator is rarely any young Wix’s dream career and being one of those responsible for determining if an Obliviator is necessary even less so. Smaller than the departments they coordinate with, the Obliviator’s often just verify their services are required and then send field operatives to act on those departments orders. Of course they still have to devise the cover stories and be incredibly precise in order for the field operatives to only remove the necessary memories and nothing of importance. An inexperienced or ill prepared Obliviator can cause more damage than repair and so these team members ensure they are always prepared. A muggleborn once compared the art of obliviation to that of brain surgery, though this is not quite understood by most Obliviators.

Muggle Worthy Excuses Committee

This department deals with minor incidents that need a bit of explanation to muggles but nothing that might end up on the evening news, just page eight of the next mornings paper if anything. It is a very small department with perhaps a half dozen people who spend their days writing and cataloguing explanations or excuses and filing them away for future use or adding them to the files that come across their desks slightly regularly. It is a very relaxed office and one couldn’t exactly say it’s busy but it comes with the same full ministry benefits package and can be attractive to those needing a ministry job but lacking in ambition.

Beast, Being and Spirit Division Office

The Beast, Being and Spirit Division Offices are responsible for registering, protecting, and overseeing many groups, and as such there are many fields of expertise to be found within this department. Those who work in these offices are the first to investigate claims of sightings or disturbances, and will determine if action is necessary in their field, and if it is, will determine the appropriate response. It can certainly be dangerous, but those with a level of travel and affinity for creatures may do well here.

Pest Advisory Office

Like any pest, those of the magical variety sometimes need specialist attention. The Pest Advisory Office is a service of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and operates via an owl post helpline. Focused on assisting magical households with pest problems and supporting the relocation of such creatures, the Pest Advisory Office has many entry level opportunities available, whether your skills be in Pixie trapping, Chizperfles collection or simply allocating tasks to officers, the Pest Advisory Office could be for you.

Floo Network Authority

A modest but highly important part of the ministry, the Floo Network Authority regulates, maintains and connects the Floo network within the UK. Regulation Officers have the job of making sure paperwork, and connection status’ are up to date while Connections Specialists get to travel in order to maintain and connect new Floo lines. Both office bound and field bound positions are exciting job prospects that can sometimes have you listening in to various private conversations while regulating lines or have you visit some interesting places.

Broom Regulatory Control

The Department of Transportation simply couldn’t function without this integral part of it. The Broom Regulatory control office has the important task of approving new broom models before they go out for purchase. They are also the ones to provide rules for broom use and are in constant communication with other departments when any broom or wix on a broom may endanger the statute. The position is an interesting one, that can certainly have you seeing any of the newest broom’s and accessories before they hit the market.

Portkey Office

When one embarks on a career within the Portkey Office, one does not do so lightly. It is a role of great responsibility and requires an eye for detail. The Portkey Office coordinate portkeys both in the UK and Internationally. Members of this office must keep their wits about them as they are responsible for who comes and goes, what objects are used as portkeys and (maybe even the most important task of all) Muggle Management, to be sure that no Portkey falls into the hands of a muggle. If you think you have what it takes to be able to perform these tasks up to standard, then the Portkey Office could promise you a career of both national and international travel and a lifetime worth of antiquing.

Hogsmeade Shops

An office job isn’t for everyone, enter Hogsmeade. A twenty minute walk from Hogwarts and 30 minutes on broom from Kyle of Lochalsh, the entirely wixen village lies on the north western slopes of Sgùrr na Lapaich in Glen Strathfarrar and is the shopping hub for all Scottish wix.

Ceridwen’s Cauldrons

Ceridwen’s offers skills and careers in smithing and metallurgy along with your standard sales focused roles. There is also the promise of innovation and invention, as the birthplace of the self stirring cauldron. Ceridwen’s is family owned and operated but are always looking for a few extra folks to come into the fold.

Dervish & Banges

A place for the tinkerers among us, a job at Dervish & Bagnes offers hands on expierence with the crafting and repair of the wizarding worlds most common magical objects and instruments. A wide knowledge can be gained of how things work, and how to both break and fix many useful things employed in every day life.

Dogweed and Deathcap

This shop is exciting in that it houses rare and unique, and often dangerous, magical plants and greenery. A herbologists dream, the anyyone who works here should be prepared to deal with both the international magical cooperation imports office, and a lifetime of grubby hands.

Dominic Maestro’s

For the music savvy wix, Dominic has a lot to offer. The sell and repair of magical instruments, how to enchant and disenchant and your regular old tuning. Any wix who loves or plays music would find a happy match here.

Gladrags Wizard Wear

An exciting opportunity for any fashion forward wixen, Gladrags offers the chance to apprentice to those that not only design and make unique and interesting wizarding attire but the opportunity to travel to their sister stores in Paris, London and Diagon Alley. They’ve also chosen to supply both their trainee tailors and those who work the tills with unlimited unusual socks!

Hogsmeade Post Office

Though it may seem mundane, the post office actually houses two to three hundred owls who require care and training, so any wixen interested in working with magical creatures, or finding a good segue into that department in the ministry, may want to consider a job here.

Hog’s Head Inn

When the brightness and cleanliness of The Three Broomsticks isn’t quite your cup of tea the Hog’s Head Inn ins where to go. Despite it’s reputation the food is good and the limited rooms are surprisingly clean. A job here mightn’t pay as well as others but the interesting clientele does make up for it.

Honeydukes

Who wouldn’t want to work in a sweets shop? The chance to smell like sugar quills and bring smiles to the faces of patrons and students is one that should not be passed up. Working in a fast pasted a business like Honeydukes is invaluable and the perks are innumerable, better get on this quick before the spots all fill up!

Hornby’s of Hogsmeade

When one thinks of a wandmaker, usually Hornby’s is not one that first comes to mind. For many years those makers, the likes of Ollivander’s and Gregorovich, dominated the industry while Hornby’s was quietly working away, creating and supplying wonderful wands to those who needed them at a lower price tag. Wands for the hard working witch or wizard, Hornby’s have a several opportunities awaiting eager witches or wizards in retail positions within the store.

J. Pippin’s Potions

Any aspiring potioneer should jump at this opportunity! J Pippin’s has branches throughout London and Scotland with plans to expand. A career making move, to own and operate your own apothecary, a franchise perhaps? Apply and find out.

Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop

If you love love, come work at Madam Puddifoot’s! With the chance to be a matchmaker, and to make and brew the best tea in British wizarding society, who wouldn’t want to work here?

Scrivenshaft’s

Though it may only appear to be a supply shop for all your parchment, ink and quill needs it could be so much more. The chance to write your own book perhaps while learning how a business is run, discounts on rainbow ink and the opportunity to innovate and add to the new idea of glitter ink? Apply now!

Spintwitches Sporting Needs

For the best quidditch and sporting good supplies come to Spintwitches. The chance to meet current, past and future sports professionals is high, along with access to the best equipment. Any enthusiast would love working here, especially those who love the sport but just aren’t inclined to make a professional team. Watch the British national team crush everyone, on a special television in the shop, while taking care of your favourite broom models.

The Magic Neep

A greengrocer, where the whole family can come and shop. There isn’t too much to say about The Magic Neep, but it could suit those who have some experience with muggle convenience stores, as the similarities abound.

The Three Broomsticks

The best establishment for food and drink, quiet conversation and the occasional tenant, come to The Three Broomsticks. There are many positions available and the pay is quite good for those coming in with little to no experience. A job here could prepare one for a career in wizarding food and beverage.

Tomes and Scrolls

A specialist bookshop, only the most avid and dedicated readers and collectors can be found within. Imagine collating the most unique and rare books found in the wizarding world, heading into muggle London to find books not sold anywhere else. It may sound dull but tomes and scrolls is offering intrigue and adventure leaping off every page.

Zonko’s Jokeshop

Zonko’s joke shop is the standard for all pranks and jokes for every Hogwarts student past, present and future. The lucky candidates chosen to work here would have access to the best products to demonstrate and market, as well as enjoy themselves. Who wouldn’t want to play with incredible products all day every day? Apply soon, before all the spots get filled by lucky, happy souls!

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Wizengamot Seats

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Quidditch

Going professional in any sport is a tough thing, Quidditch is no exception. When best of the best can only make reserve, there’s no place for second best, can you make the team?

The Ballycastle Bats

Chudley Cannons

Holyhead Harpies

The Montrose Magpies

Teaching Assistants

With no guarantee of ever teaching at the end, teaching assistants tend to be those who want to gain extra experience in their chosen subject area. Taken on at each teachers discretion the roles and responsibilities vary by subject area.

Alchemy — Hermes Lille

A subject few take, it is rare for Professor Lille and his sole teaching assistant to be seen around the castle much spending many hours cooped up focusing on research and experiments.

Arithmancy — Bridget Wenlock

One of few wizarding subjects that involve maths and with calculators sadly not working at Hogwarts, Professor Wenlock’s two teaching assistants make up for this issue.

Astronomy — Flora McIntyre Ferré

With a nocturnal routine (and a noted fondness for firewhisky) Professor McIntrye delegates much of her daytime work to her two teaching assistants.

Care of Magical Creatures — Silvanus Kettleburn

No one could blame Professor Kettleburn for having some of the most assistants in Hogwarts, after all the man has less limbs than most. But it is true that Professor Kettleburns aides are much more assistants than teaching assistants, with the four of them being responsible for the care of many of Hogwart’s creatures.

Charms — Filius Flitwick

A job as teaching assistant to Professor Flitwick is vastly different than the other such roles in Hogwarts, in many ways more an option for further learning in charms than it is a chance to teach. Of course those lucky two assistants do have to pay their keep somehow… and no one likes to mark essays.

Defence Against the Dark Arts — Annika van der Heide

Everyone knows that teaching defence is a one year gig, and the teaching assistant tends to be the same. One year in the assistants trenches, one year in the job and then you’re gone. So who’s next years professor?

Divination — Apollo Mospus

Deny it all he might Professor Mospus is getting on in years, there’s a reason why meany think he’s older than Dumbledore. No one can fault the man for leaving most of the day to day running of his classroom to his assistant, unlike others he does still teach.

Flying — Rolanda Hooch

Have you missed out on that spot on Montrose Magpies that you’ve dreamed of since you were a child? Or maybe you were rejected from the Quidditch League internship? Well fear not because after a year of helping Madam Hooch teach first years to fly you might just find those doors open again. No one can say her two assistants don’t work hard for their rewards.

Herbology — Pomona Sprout

There are only so many plants one woman can take care of, even with magic assistance, hence why Professor Sprout has two assistants helping her to maintain Hogwart’s greenhouses.

History of Magic — Cuthbert Binns

Does Professor Binns know he has teaching assistants? Many would claim he doesn’t, but that hasn’t stopped three people from claiming they have the job. And after all… a ghost can’t mark essays.

Muggle Studies — Gavin Janus

In muggle schools there is such a thing as ‘show and tell’, being Professor Janus’ teaching assistant makes ‘show and tell’ your job description. But hey! For one muggleborn it’s an easy paycheck.

Potions — Horace Slughorn

A recommendation from any teacher at Hogwarts can make or break even an international career, a recommendation from a man with Professor Slughorn’s connections doubly so. And if you’re able to add having been his assistant for a year? No door is closed. But there is one thought that all three assistants share — is it really worth doing all of Sluggy’s job for him?

Study of Ancient Runes — Bathsehda Babbling

Wix from other countries are always surprised to hear Bathsehda Babbling called Professor Babbling, her reputation is her field is unparalleled and yet she still teaches? Much like Professor Flitwick, Professor Babbling’s teaching assistant is primarily there to study from her.

Transfiguration — Minerva McGonagall

Perhaps the only teacher at Hogwarts who holds their teaching assistants to the letter of their job title. Teaching assistant, they .are there to help her teach; from wrangling classes of first years, to helping prepare students for their OWL exams, to helping her mark essays. Professor McGonagall takes her job seriously and she expects her two assistants to do the same.

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*Puts down Menu* I'd like some of the Dragon Overhaul please

i think the phrasing was a joke, but pfft… I don’t know. I’m taking this because you said please~ so your manners are skimming the surface, but Kai is honestly such a thirst quencher.A/N OH THANK THE GODS ALMIGHTY, I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS. Seriously, I never thought the day would come. My eyes are watering, I have other essays due, but damn if this isn’t something I’m proud of. Lemon!!!

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

At first, it started with you picking the winter blossoms from the banks of his river, and soon it grew into a game; how long could you pick flowers from the dragon’s territory before he showed up and chased you off.

The game was immensely risky, and you’ve burnt quite a lot of your clothes doing it, but if you were to be honest with yourself, the flowers were the best in the country. Besides, you liked the rush. There would either be a growing swishing noise that eventually got close enough to blow sticks in your face and alert you of how close he was, or the breaking of branches as he ran towards you could tick you off that he wasn’t particularly fond of your presence this time around.

This went on for an entire year. Each season brought new ingredients to your healing shop on the edge of town, and with this new supply, business was better than ever. Your eldest brother technically owned the place, but he let you do the work so that you wouldn’t get married just yet. It was his own way of repaying you for your services. Your mother had founded the practice when she was just a kid, travelling for decades to gain knowledge of remedies and writing them down as she went along. She settled in this town, and when she died, she showed you her personal collection of books. One mentioned not to go towards the mountain for a specific flower bulb that could cure the common cold, and instead to ask her friend for a small shipment.

You were stubborn, and instead of listening, you found yourself in a long game of cat and mouse with the nearest dragon. He wasn’t very big for his kind, but he made up for it with intimidation. His glowing orange eyes would bear into you ferociously, and the spikes along his back got seemingly longer and sharper every time you witnessed them. For some odd reason, though, he let you live. Perhaps he didn’t care for the flowers, or maybe he liked seeing you run off looking like an obsessive fool, but you hadn’t gotten seriously injured from your secret endeavors yet.

Until today-well, you weren’t necessarily “injured.” It was more like you couldn’t leave.

He wouldn’t let you. Every time you tried to get back home after he appeared behind you to block off your path, he would snarl menacingly. You ended up with your arms crossed, about a mile into his territory and absolutely no idea how to sate the beast. He was laying across from you, rubbing his muzzle against a rock and slowly carving into it. You glared daggers at him, muttering little obscenities such as, “You are a bloody nightmare.”

You pushed your choppy, short (H/C) hair back, waiting for him to give you any sign that he was paying attention. You should have been afraid, but if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it when he first met you. When he seemed to settle down for the hundredth time, you pushed yourself up slowly and started walking away from him, deeper into his territory. Your logic was that you could just get to the other side of it and take the main roads back to your village. It was your best option.

You walked for hours, many, and the sun even started to set. You knew the dangers of the forest at night, and although most of them were fake, you grabbed a sharp stick for comfort and continued on. Stopping would only allow him time to wake up, smell you, and head after you if he so pleased. You hoped he didn’t. You should have stopped picking the flowers a long time ago, and now you were stuck with the newly obsessed reptile.

Dirt got into your leather boots, and leaves stuck to the bottom of them. Your arms were littered with scratches from passing bushes and low hanging tree branches. As the sun peeked out, you sighed in relief, being able to see exactly how far you had come. You panted with the effort it took to keep going without stopping for water or food, you wouldn’t let yourself believe that your situation was that desperate. You trucked on, your boots becoming stuck to your legs. About mid-day, you spotted something shiny in the corner of your eye. Upon turning your head to look, it was obscured, but you did see the gravel road that it was near. Your eyes lit up, and you quickly headed that way.

As you neared it, you quite quickly saw the problem; the shiny thing was the dragon, and he was laying on the road. You swallowed hard, sighing and gritting your teeth. He was asleep, breathing quite slowly, so you decided to walk a little farther down the road and perhaps get to the other side that way. That must be the edge of his territory.

If only you had given up then and realized how well he could predict where you would go, you would have done it earlier. Every time you approached the road, he was sitting up at attention, looking around for you. He wasn’t looking, you realized, just teasing. You eventually approached him, cheeks flushed with anger as you gripped your meagre stick, “Dragon, what in Gods’ name do you desire?”

Much to your surprise, the dragon’s eyes flitted to you, and his long, large, plated neck squeaked as metal met and bent metal, and his neck dropped down to your level. Once he was at eye level, you realized that if you curled up tight enough, you would fit one of his sockets. He cocked his head nearly 180 degrees, and when he opened his mouth, you nearly vomited from the smell of pure copper and sulphur. What happened next nearly made you faint as well; he spoke.

“To break you, little human,” his voice was comically deep, held an unknown accent, and his words didn’t quite make perfect sense. It was also crackly, as if he hadn’t spoken in years. You gaped, pulling your stick to your chest.

“Y-You can sp?… why did you not say that earlier? I walked all this way, reptile,” you couldn’t bring yourself to scowl at such a creature. His mouth stretched, and you swore he was smiling at your anger.

“To show you how helpless you are now to me,” he had to correct himself once on what he was saying, but your breath hitched when you understood; he wasn’t kidding. He wanted to break you, something about you, and he was going to get what he wanted.

“What do you want to… uh, break?” Your voice fell into a whisper, and the dragon’s vocal chords hummed in a loud, reptilian chorus.

“Your… spirit. You will bow to me, I will…” his pupils closed in on themselves, becoming even thinner slits, “Own you.”

“I’d rather keel over and die, Dragon,” it took you a second to think of how you should respond, but when you did, you said it with confidence. He pulled his head back up to where he was towering over you. He wouldn’t speak, and continued to watch you as you shouted and tried to escape. You even went as far as to ignore his growling when you would overstep his territory, and his long, spiked tail came around to trap you against himself. Now you were leaning on the hunk of metal, arms crossed and seething.

This wasn’t going to end well.

A full month passed. You knew your brother’s shop was probably ruined, you presumed dead, and you could do nothing about it. The dragon, as you now knew as Overhaul, had shown you a small cave beside his own larger one that you were allowed to live in. You had to catch your own food when he didn’t bring you dead animals to cook. You had asked him to start your fires, but he refused, watched you in amusement as you used your minimal magical abilities to create a simple spark. Having made potions for so long, you had to know how to make the process go by faster, even by a little.

You also had a bed of dried leaves and tall grass. His own bed was a pile of melted gold and other metals and jewels, as you learned the day he showed you around. You also learned you weren’t allowed in his “den,” because you had just wandered in to ask a question when you were shooed out by a small shot of fire that caught your hair and caused you to cut it even shorter. He had watched you do it, fascinated by how much you payed attention to how you looked.

You would throw insults at him at random, and he would growl at you when you did it. If you actually did something to defy him, he would punish you by refusing you let you leave your den for however long he announced. Once you had set fire to his forest, so he didn’t let you eat for two days. You had to get used to letting him control your life, but you hated how his statement of “breaking your spirit” was slowly falling into place.

He wasn’t lying, it was weighing on you. Sometimes you thought it might just be easier to do what he says and hope for the best, but your pride wouldn’t let you.

So you ended up sitting in front of his cave, legs and arms crossed, looking inside. If he wanted you gone, he would just throw fire at you, right? You would take it. Burning you to a crisp would only hurt him.

“Go back,” His rough voice came from deep inside the black depths, but you did not listen. After about a minute, a growl resonated out, and his head stuck out of the darkness, peering down at you, “You dare defy me, human?”

“I have a name, and I have told you many times before. It is (L/N) (F/N), and if I must live here with you, then I expect you to learn who I am,” You snapped, and there was a clanking of metallic scales that alerted you to his anger.

“(L/N) (F/N),” His head dropped to your level, mere inches away. The smell nearly made you throw up, and as your eyes watered, you remained seated, “Your spirit is quite strong. I despise that,” He scoffed, his multi-lidded eyes studying you, making him seem cross-eyed.

You took the liberty of standing up and addressing him with the strongest voice you could muster, “You cannot break the will of a river, Overhaul.”

“I will.”

Alright, you were damn sure that there was only one dragon there last night. Still, to your surprise, Overhaul was out of his nest and speaking a barbaric language of which you could not understand with another smaller dragon. This one’s scales resembled lizard’s scales, with his two sides having a row of arrows that remained attached to him and floating, pointed behind him. He was sleeker, his tail curled around one of his hind legs and neck much longer than Overhaul’s.

As you watched them, they would occasionally glance at you. You tried to scoot away to grab some water, but a small growl from your owner had you back at the cave’s entrance. The other dragon purred at that. Great… they must be talking about you.

They took hours, and ended up laying down with their tails towards you. As it reached mid-day, you had nearly fallen back into a sun-baked sleep when the other dragon jumped up, barking at Overhaul. Overhaul roared back, deep and short. The other repeated his bark, shaking his head and taking a step closer to you. You scrambled up, and Overhaul did as well, stepping in front of you and blocking you off from the other.

They threw a couple more words out at each other before the smaller one shot a ball of flame at Overhaul! He blocked it with his large tail, then send a stream of concentrated flame back at him. The other dragon reared back, ready to shoot once more, before decided against it and falling back to his feet. He spread his wings, and Overhaul spread a single one over you. At this point, you took it; he was protecting you.

The smaller dragon said a couple more things, then switched to shaky English. His voice was surprisingly smooth, and held a whimsical undertone, “Maybe next time, Kai. You’re much too busy with that thing.”

After that, Overhaul wrapped himself around you in a loose circle and explained in short what had happened. He usually kept his sentences short and sweet, but for some reason, this day he tried to keep an entire conversation going despite his rudeness.

“He was here to present himself.”

“Present? Is that similar to a competition?” You inquired, now sitting back down and against his body. The dragon blinked, then tried to imitate how you shook your head no.

“He wished to mate,” You spluttered - mate? This dragon was capable of love? Obviously he wasn’t, the guy left furious!

“That’s strange, why did you not send him off at once?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you leaned closer to his muzzle in attention.

“We are still… “friends,” as you may say, but I do not need him this season,” He closed his eyes, and you tensed up. That meant that he was capable of love at some point, or that other dragon really loved being hated.

“Is it because I am here? I can finally leave, if that pleases you,” You laughed, and his growl shut you up.

“No, you will not leave, flower picker (L/N),” The circle you were in tightened, and you nodded furiously.

“Alright, alright!” You paused, “You say, Overhaul, he called you Kai,” You mused, and he made a high pitched groan, unfurling himself from around you.

“Pick flowers, damned human,” And you were off at his words, for repercussions would occur if you were not.

You visited the place you used to pick flowers all those months ago, but the patches were gone. Not only were they gone, the ground was rooted. You swallowed hard, following the edge of his forest around to another side where you could grab some tea leaves. The chill of the morning set in without the constant beating of sun, and you made quick work before also taking a bucket of water back with you.

Upon returning, you saw Overhaul still at the front of the caves. He was lying asleep in front of his own. You set your leaves and water down, not caring to be gentle - he sure was not. You went and grabbed the proper material to make tea, then set the sticks on fire as the sun dipped below the clouds.

The smell of smoke must have woken him up, because his tightly wound ball uncurled itself, and his snake-like head raised up to look down at what you were doing.

You continued, not paying him any mind. He watched your actions, simple yet precise. Once the water was hot enough, you dropped the fresh leaves in, and the aroma became nostalgic and soft. You glanced up at the beast, and his eyes slowly met your own. They were orange, pupils the shape of ovals, and bore into you. You sighed, shaking your head and looking back at the boiling water, “We could live in harmony, Overhaul. I would be alright just being here, not having my sanity whittled down every day.”

He nodded, or more his head bobbed up and down, and you had to stifle a chuckle, “I would not mind it, but you must understand that I own you,” He lowered his head to your level once more, “Look at me when I speak, (L/N),” Without a second thought, you did so, eyes sombre and shoulders down, “You are mine, human, with no doubt.”

You sighed, gritting your teeth, but your anger only brought memory of his own. You backed down, nodding slowly.

He did not respond. Instead, he looked back at the tea, and you forced a smile as you did the same. You got up to go grab some cups from your cave, but a small grunt from him stopped you. You glanced at him, and he shook his head, “Wait.”

And that’s when your world flipped upside down for the second time. The dragon began to shrink, and his scale plates melded into one another while his neck shortened. As he did this, he jumped onto his hind legs, and his colour began to change from silver and brown to a sun kissed tan. His clawed paws, now the size of a mere dinner plates, reached up to his head and rubbed it, short brown hair sprouting out and becoming ruffled. His closed his eyes, and your jaw dropped when the previously mansion-sized beast shook his entire body, rubbing a couple flaws out of it before opening his now brown eyes. He was a lot taller than you, and you scrambled to your feet in shock.

“O-Overhaul?” Your voice was dry, and he glanced around before nodding and suddenly running into his cave, a face of determination on. Your eyebrows knotted together, never having expected to see something like that, especially since he was naked.

Still, he didn’t take long, and he returned with a royal king’s purple skirt on, two golden cups in hand. He sat cross-legged in front of the fire, setting the cups down and staring at you. You couldn’t move out of pure confusion, “Over.. haul?” You repeated.

“Yes, now sit,” It was the same voice as before, but without the struggle to pronounce words. He was smooth, fluent, and it was still deep and held authority. You responded simply on auto drive, observing every part of him. He still had a smaller version of his tail from before, with the line of spikes crawling up his back, and his ears were now smaller versions of the metal spikes they once were. His nails were black, a little long, and sharp. You had to admit it outright… he chose a good human form.

“You can… and you never before?” You tried to form a sentence to describe what had just happened, but it was impossible. He had shape shifted.

“Some dragons can. I am powerful, and can easily do so,” He announced proudly, sharp teeth now showing, and you nodded slowly.

“Alright,” Then silence engulfed you. He glanced at the tea, then his eyes flickered back to you.

“Pour us tea, (F/N),” He ordered, and you flinched as he used your first name.

“It’s (L/N), you don’t deserve to call me that,” You grabbed the goblets, then a large leaf to use as a mitt. You poured the tea for the both of you, handing him the large cup and placing the kettle back on the rig. You sipped, enjoying the warmth as the forest became colder. He stared at you, not blinking a single time as he drank from his own.

“I call you what I want, petty human,” He snickered, now able to show how truly ruthless his insults were since you could read his body language. You must truly have lost some sense of sanity if you were easily becoming accustomed to this new form.

“Alright, alright, but don’t think we’re actually that close, Overhaul,” You snapped, and his eyes narrowed.

“We are, are we not? You live with me, I protect you, and you are mine,” He implored, and you looked down at your cup. Damn him, he was even having tea with you. This wasn’t looking good on your part.

“That sounds much worse when you are like this,” You muttered. A dragon stealing a girl wasn’t new information, but a dragon that can turn into a man stealing a girl? It was all too convenient for you, considering what happened earlier today, “Protect? You think you are protecting me?”

“Yes, I must. This is how my species expresses itself,” He shrugged, “Others have their own rituals, mine does not suit you?” He cocked his head to the side, and you scoffed in disdain.

“Really? Do I look remotely happy?” You retorted with a shrill voice, and he blinked slowly before setting his cup down.

“I do imitate Volcano Dwellers quite well, or perhaps a Hoarder?” He leaned back, rolling over onto all for hands and feet and scuttling around the fire to you, his wide eyes studying your reaction as you scooted away.

“Ah… I do not know either species very well, why would you act differently? All dragons steal young maidens,” You pointed out, and he grinned evilly before pushing himself up and standing.

“You will understand soon enough, (F/N), the time will be right,” Your dragon grabbed his goblet off the floor, making his way back to his cave. Seeing his human form in comparison to the cave, shadows of the flames licking his skirt, you started to understand just how easily he could have killed you at any time.

A week passed, and Overhaul had practically become a different “dragon.” He occasionally changed out of his human form to hunt and such, but he stayed your size as long as possible. He had begun to skin the animals, leaving their hides out to tan. He had pulled many hides from his own den out and half-hazardously thrown them into your den when you weren’t around. It was sweet, but very out of character. You suspected that he was just getting rid of the old ones and making room for new pieces.

It almost made you think he had gone soft and would allow you to return home, but with how long you had been gone, you highly suspected that the shop did not last. Your family might have moved to live with a relative across the lands, or they may not wish to even take you back. You had been but a burden to them before.

That damned dragon really did get to me, huh? You scowled, reaching deeper into the bushes that you were picking strawberries in.

“Ow!” You pulled back - something was sharp in there! As you nursed your finger, you tentatively pushed the leaves aside. Behind the patches of red, green, and pink, there was some dug up ground with dead stems sticking out of it. For every couple dead stems, there was another half grown plant with small bristles on each of its leaves.

You curiously peered around, looking for clues as to why Overhaul had gotten into gardening. When you spotted a wilting flower, your eyebrows raised.It was the flower you used to pick from his borders. You had thought he killed them all, but in fact, he had brought them much closer to your caves. A small smile tugged at your lips, and you shook your head.

When you returned with the barrel of berries, you were surprised to find Overhaul out of sight. There was a strong smell of rust, musk, and charcoal in the air, and you brought your scarf up to your face to cover yourself from the overwhelming smell. You set aside a bit of the berries for jam, and the rest you washed off before sitting at the edge of your cave and munching on them.

Dawn grew closer, and you took to drawing with charcoal on the paper he once stole from passerby. You hummed to yourself, enjoying the solitude, but also curious as to why it was happening. Your captor would usually be watching you from afar, or asking to try the foods you made. He was trying to talk to you more, but his feeble compliments usually held a strange undertone, such as “Your skin has darkened since you arrived, that has made it quite supple.”

He really was starting to confuse you. At one moment he would be showering you with gifts and compliments, and the moment you attempted to leave, he would turn on you and growl. There was no point to being nice to you if he was also confining you.

Once the sun went down, you struck the fire back up and began to prepare the jelly. As you did, you heard shuffling from inside his cave. Ignoring it, he eventually made his way out, albeit slowly. He was so slow that you glanced at him, then jolted in place when you saw that he was wearing the lower half of a set of armour without the boots. His back was arched, and he stalked slowly around the edges of the rocky cliffs before reaching the fire, sitting down beside you.

“Where did that uh… come from?” You gestured to the set, trying to focus on the strawberries. His smell was everywhere, and it wasn’t as good as he thought it was.

“A few seasons ago I destroyed a village. The feeble king wore this,” He nodded, then leaned over to you. You tensed up, spoon in hand, and his nose nestled into your hair and he inhaled deeply.

“Ahhhh…” You trailed off, and he eased back to himself without a word, leaving you to stumble back into what you were doing. While he did have the looks to kill, he also kidnapped you, “It’s not me.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not the one that smells. That’s you, Overhaul,” You pointed out, pointing to him with the strawberry covered spoon, “You stink.”

“Thank you,” He purred, and you swallowed hard. This damned dragon was getting on your nerves!

“Alright, Overhaul, spit it out. What’s going on with you?” You abandoned the pot, sitting down in front of the large man and crossing your arms. He cocked an eyebrow in question, “First you practically torture me after kidnapping me, now you’re offering me the finest beaver pelts and leaving jewels in my room - bloody hell, you’re feeding me more, and now you think I’m the one who smells?”

He nodded slowly, then his eyes suddenly widened, “Oh, perhaps I have missed a key piece of the Volcano dragon ritual,” He pushed himself up, then full out sprinted back to his den. His armour clanked with every step, and you gaped at the madman. What the hell?

He came back seconds later with a giant pile of freshly tanned hides. You hadn’t ever realized that they weren’t on the ledge that day. He ran straight to your cave, looking like a child with a stack of books to give back to the library, and you scrambled up to run after him, “Overhaul, no - Overhaul!”

He was already laying them out, creating an even larger bed of them. You gaped, “No no no no no, Overhaul, that’s enough - THAT’S ENOUGH!” You shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling it back, “Stop!”

“Stop?” He stood back up, and you let go of his arm, eyes flickering from the floor back to him with a flabbergasted expression, “Are pelts not proper?”

“Not this many, do you plan to sleep in here as a dragon at some point?” You threw your hands up in exasperation, then paused upon his next words.

“Never that, dear human, I would not fit. This is a bed fit for us, do you not agree?” You spluttered in surprise. Instead of calling you “foul human” or “weak human,” he called you dear.

“Us? You plan to sleep here, Overhaul?” Your voice was quieter than you expected. He nodded slowly.

“We must both, you do understand, do you not?” He took a step closer, and you leaned back and scooted your foot back.

That exact moment was when it dawned on you. What reason would you need to leave when he assumed you were his mate? Why would he be so furious with you when you did leave if he assumed you were his mate?

“Overhaul… are you courting me?” You forced some conviction into your voice to try and sound stronger than you felt, but his nod made a shiver go down your spine.

“Yes, (F/N). Did you not do the same when you visited me?” He cocked his head to the side, taking a step closer and forcing you to move back. You swallowed hard, chest tight and palms sweaty. Had this entire ordeal been avoidable if you knew what his kind of dragon’s mating rituals were?

“I, uh, I didn’t know that you thought that was - “ You yelped when he hissed, turning away from you to stare at the pelts.

“Did you not test my loyalty, test my patience, did I not prove myself to be your protector? I have done these things, and you cannot deny it!” His voice grew into a shout, and you quickly rushed forward and grabbed his hands with your own, forcing him to look back down at you.

“I never knew, Overhaul! I am but a human, I understand nothing of your species. If I had, I…” But would you have never picked the flowers?

Back in your village, it was only a matter of time before you were to be arranged a marriage to whoever your brother could buy. That time had been growing closer, and you hated the idea of settling down more than anything - especially with someone you did not know.

“I would still have come,” You gently squeezed his hands, and he glanced down at them and back to you, not understanding what you meant by it, “It’s just a comfort thing,” You whispered in affirmation.

“I need no comfort, I need…” He seethed, “I saw potential in you, not only as a witch, but as a mate. You returned every time I scared you off, you were not swayed. In my species,” He furrowed his eyebrows, then shook his head and replaced it with a blank expression, “You showed infatuation and courage. I desire that deeply, and I wish for you to show that same infatuation for me, I wish for you to bear my children, to witness my power and relish in the destruction of entire moun-”

“Back up - children?” Your stomach dropped. He was serious about that. He nodded, leaning down to your ear. Now at such close proximity and knowing that he wouldn’t injure you, your cheeks flared up. He was trying to court you after all.

“I will make it worth your time, I hear stories of humans searching for dragons to fulfil their deepest des-” Your neck and face were beet red, and you had to pull away with a squeak.

“Too much, Overhaul - Gods, you really do not understand humans,” You hoped he didn’t take your face colour as a signal to continue. Luckily he nodded, eyes flashing with determination.

“I despise most parts of humans, I do not believe I can memorize their mating rituals,” He shrugged, and you shook your head, walking over to the pelts and sitting on the edge of them.

“You don’t need to, I will not infringe on that, but you can at least be kind, right?” You suspected that him changing his mind about you being his mate would only result in your death, but being this for him also means that you could actually live an interesting life with him. Your brother would not need your any longer, and he could live without the debt of a sister now, “You could show affection, yes?”

“I scented you by the fire, I have shown my affection,” He rolled his eyes, and you wagged a finger of disapproval.

“Sit, and you may learn how humans express their… love,” It confused you to use the word, but it was necessary. He killed countless humans, other dragons, and had a knack for being rude, but this left him at a loss for expressing his emotions. If you could understand him, you may just be able to make harmony with the beast.

And so you taught him to hold hands, to kiss, to wrap an arm around your waist, to give a love bite without initiating anything, and to just cuddle and talk. He wasn’t a fast learner.

As it turned out, the horrid smell he had been making was actually just his impersonation of the volcano dragons. It went away over about a day and was replaced by a fresh, shiny metallic smell with hints of lavender. You had casually asked if this meant that you were allowed to venture out of his territory, but you received a firm “Only if I accompany you, I cannot let you be injured.”

Alas, he was growing impatient. He craved more than just that, but with his previous treatment, you were still wary of letting him get close. When he would attach himself to you, eyes flicking across the treetops to see if there was an approaching threat, your heart would skip a beat and you would tense up. It was just reflex, and you hoped with your current arrangement that it would vanish.

He wasn’t willing to wait that long. He knew there must be some way to get closer to you, and he hoped that you would accept that, because soon he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Spring had only just started, so his hormones were spiking with each passing day. He brought you food, he even raided a village far away for an entire day, bringing back many accommodations and decorations.

“Yours? But I… are your sure?” You swallowed hard, peering into the darkness of his cave. You had never been allowed in before, but now he was inviting you. It felt so foreign, and you were afraid of stepping on something and setting him off.

“Worry not, my treasures are yours, dear (F/N),” He nodded, taking a step forward and looking to the wall a little farther in. He left your side, and you didn’t move a muscle until you saw that he had grabbed a torch and lit it, handing it to you, “I have more deeper inside.”

“Of course,” You croaking softly, and followed him close behind. Deeper and deeper, it took a couple minutes to reach an opening. He was emotionless, and upon reaching the opening, he glanced over as a wall. He then dropped low, legs spread and hands around his mouth. You stumbled back while he blew fire at the walls, torches being set ablaze and suddenly lightening up the room. He stood back up in the light, wiping his hands on his tunic before looking at you.

You were taking in the sights, “Wow… I had not expected it to be so clean…” You nodded to yourself in affirmation. The walls were polished off by perpetual habit, likely, and in the back of the room was a pile of golden items and other expensive commodities, some slightly melted down into the rough shape of a dragon’s bed. There wasn’t much else, only a couple pelts lying randomly around the room and a bucket of water by the jewel mess. You turned back to him, and he was simply watching you with crossed arms, “Hmm?”

“You seem to enjoy it. Good. You must know my life as I know yours, (F/N),” He approached you, his hand curling around the back of your head and thumbing strands of hair, “You are mine. That is more than any human could wish for.”

Despite his ramping ego, you nodded and grabbed his hand, gently pulling it down to caress your cheek, “You have lived much longer than me, I could never wish to understand you fully,” You rested your head against his hand, “But, I will try, fierce dragon.”

“When Chronostasis called me Kai,” His pointed ears flicked back once in disgust at his previous mate’s name, “That was the name given to me by the hoards of dragons in the North. I was borne to them, but I decided that my legacy was best served in the presence of those below me.”

You chuckled, “Well aren’t you a crowd pleaser?” He raised an eyebrow in question, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. While he hated you insulting him and would growl and turn into a dragon to intimidate you, he was getting used to your playfulness, “Should I call you Kai?”

“Not today,” His hand twitched against your cheek, and you glanced down and back up, “I have made Overhaul my own identity, this is who I am today,” His hand dropped from your face with your own following suit, but he rested it this time around your waist, pulling you closer to him, “(F/N)-”

“Overhaul, we went over this, just…” You shook your head, struggling against his grip.

“Do not hate me, for I adore you,” He cooed, pressing his face and fangs against your neck and shoulders, rubbing his head gently into your own in animalistic affection. You squeaked, heart racing.

But you were not afraid. In this exact moment, that fear of his mighty wrath vanished and was replaced with anxious excitement. Your struggles grew weak, and you were barely pushing against him, “But Overhaul… you’re a dragon, are you sure..?”

He nodded against your skin, then growled against you, shaking your whole body and causing your knees to nearly buckle. You forced yourself to push your head back to look up at him, but immediately regretted it. His eyes were wild, the orange tints flaring up almost like flames. His ears were folded back, and lips twitching and attempting to curl back in raging need. He did not fully resemble a human. Your own eyes widened at the sight.

“We must traverse to your cavern for warmth,” He suddenly mentioned, the fire in his eyes extinguishing for a bit, giving you a second to breathe and gather your thoughts. You nodded slowly, then quicker. He pulled away from you, snorting and shaking his head before pulling you out of his cave. It was fast, and soon you were in your own well-lit cave.

“Are you in your right mind?” You whispered as he departed from you to sit directly on the pelts, staring at you as you quickly grabbed a glass of water before the main event. He shook his head, using his palm to push hair out of his face.

“The heat of spring approaches. No… it has arrived, but I needed your full trust before I could do this,” He grit his teeth, growling once again, “The pain grows evermore.”

“You are in pain? You should have accepted Ch-” He cut you off with a snarl, his face turning metallic and shiny for a second before he pulled back.

“Come, you have taken enough time,” He ordered, and you downed the glass before taking a deep breath.

He was a biter. Gods, he was a biter. After enough tugging at your clothes and fleeting kisses before he would delve back to your jaw, ears, and neck, he was tired with courting. He was out of his clothes in an instant, his body dwarfing your own in sheer size. He was tearing at your own clothes, his sharp nails cutting what he didn’t know how to get off, such as socks.

“You’re mine, human, (F/N),” He purred, nuzzling against your jaw before nipping you ear, causing you to yelp and then melt against him.

“O-Of course,” You whispered back, not thinking very much and instead just feeling. Your hands aimlessly wandered his body, each nook and cranny different than you had anticipated. When his own hands grabbed your breasts, greedily palming them and nipping, your nails dragged across his chest, “Hhh… Overhaul…”

The sounds he made were violently inhuman, such as chirps, guttural groans that resonated through his entire body, hisses, purring, and low growls. They made you squirm and giggle, but it was also insanely hot when your hands travelled below his navel, grazing against his-

Right, two of them, Two members. You hesitantly grabbed the top one, and he cut his hiss off with a, “Don’t push me, I am holding back (F/N),” Your eyes flickered up to his own ravenous, crazed ones, his lips curled back in a snarl.

“Then don’t,” Perhaps you really should have paid attention to him, because the next thing you knew, one of your legs was over his shoulder and your toes were brushing against the spikes that protruded from his backbones while he delved one member into you.

You cried out in surprise, pain and shock taking you over. It was a foreign feeling, and you dug your nails into his shoulders, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. His snarl curled into a wicked smile, and he settled inside of you, “You have no idea what you are dealing with.”

“You might be-” He pulled back, causing you to whimper, and then pushed back in, “Right.” The pain was being massaged out slowly as he started at a leisurely pace, still holding back from showing his true nature. You could tell by the focused look in his eyes despite his face being distorted in dominant pleasure.

He only nodded, continuing to pick up the pace minute by minute. He was enjoying it, purrs of affection resonating from him and around the cave as his hair began to bounce with the pace. He wasn’t nearly started, though. As your tightness melted away and hot, white pleasure spread, he slowed down, causing you to whine and detach yourself from his shoulders, pawing at his chest and collar bones, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Shh,” He demanded, but you continued to whine, “I must prepare you for more.”

“How?” You mused, a delusional smile plastered across your face. He shook his head, one hand playing with your hair while the other gripped a pelt, holding himself up enough not to crush your body.

“You can take it, I promise,” His thumb caressed your cheek, and you glanced down as he instead reached to position his tip at your entrance, the pleasure now easing. You had felt his second member against your butt the entire time, but now that it was present and needed attention, you swallowed hard. That didn’t really seem like it would fit, the first had hurt, could you even manage?

“A-Alright, but will it-?” Instead of answering you, he leaned down to your neck where there was not already a forming hickey, “Nhh…Overhaul, I’m not dra-” He pushed his way in, your insides stretching to accommodate. You whined, your leg over his shoulder now digging into his back while your nails sunk into his chest. He didn’t let either you adjust this time, instead he stayed slow.

The entire time, he kept your focus on the pain of his bite, and you thanked him for that later. It was hard to not focus on the stretching, the inevitable bit of blood of a virgin, and that sweet pleasure ramming its way back ten fold. Once you stopped mumbling curses, he knew that it was time. He could finally release his pent up stress, his anger, his frustrations, his need that had been present since the very beginning.

His nails dug into the furs, piercing them and latching onto the stone underneath as his mouth detached from your neck, simply resting against your shoulder. You felt your heart flutter at the sound, then you gasped in surprise as his pace picked up and he mercilessly had his way with you. It was an overload of sensations, and he showed no signs of slowing down even twenty minutes in. His stamina was phenomenal, and soon your arms grew tired of pawing at him, feeling his muscles, and holding onto his hair. They fell beside your head, and you let him fuck you.

It only took you a few more minutes until the growing tension of sweat, pleasure, and euphoria snapped inside of you, and your back arched as you gasped and grabbed his arm, your toes curling as you gnashed your teeth. The damned monster purred, low and guttural, and your panting only drove him on.

Each thrust went as deep as he could go, and he didn’t slow down for your intense orgasm, nor any of them after the first. He did, though, pull back to observe your face, his lips stained with blood from your neck and hair messy. His slotted pupils watched your every move, and albeit the embarrassment of your occasional gasp, whine, squeak, and wince of pleasure when he hit just the right spot, you liked seeing him let go.

His version of letting go also meant that the next morning was not your day to make breakfast, though, and he knew it.

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Caerul’s Mentors: Gracie & Terrence

The Black Whistle who said she would teach her, and the Moon Whistle who actually did.

I ended up writing a lot about stuff people don’t necessarily care about again while overhauling Caerul’s backstory (these characters are both [probably] dead and I wrote a whole damn essay about them asfksaglksda), so under the cut, for anyone who wants to read it:

Gracie

Status: MISSING/PRESUMED DEAD

Gracie was a powerful Black Whistle whose bubbly personality sharply contrasted with her brutal methods. She was the kind of person who would see a cute fluffy creature (and in one notable case, a pair of children), ask “Is anyone going to adopt this?”, and not wait for an answer. She was also, purportedly, the kind of person who would slice an enemy delver’s chest open with a shallow incision, reach inside, and snap his ribs individually by hand while his heart still beat in retaliation for attacking one of her squadmates. The duality of man. So long as you were not heinously irredeemable or her hapless first apprentice, though, she was kind and gentle to most.

Confident and capable, Gracie was not only an expert delver, but an exceptional leader, and led a group that specialized in countermeasures against hostile foreign delving squads. When a team from Orth was sent to retrieve a high-grade artifact, they would either follow behind the group and defend the rear, or forge on ahead on the offensive, discretely rooting out opposition before it could reach the main group. While even a single White Whistle could do the same task far more efficiently, some diplomatic situations required a greater degree of subtlety, with less recognizable players whose identities would not implicate the small island nation in the brutal dispatch of more powerful countries’ citizens. Even in the name of protecting its borders, Orth needed to tread carefully in such international disputes, which was where Gracie’s group came into play.

After their foolhardy antics got them kicked out of Red Whistle training at the orphanage, Caerul and Roseus approached Gracie when she and Terrence, her younger brother and former apprentice, were in town preparing for their next expedition. Enamored by their enthusiasm, Gracie happily agreed to teach them, and adopted them with the intent to begin their training after she returned from her next dive to the Fifth Layer

Gracie: “We’re keeping them.”

Terrence: “Fuck no, absolutely not—”

Gracie: “Too late lol, my kids now :D”

However, she never did, and their education instead fell to Terrence, who had stayed behind to watch them.

While Terrence described Gracie as a slave driver of a master, his account should be taken with a grain of salt given his own temperament and relationship with her. Though she aggressively imposed her own ambitions on her unwilling brother and definitely bullied him into following her path, Gracie likely would have been a much more beloved mentor to apprentices who matched her own relentless drive. Not soft, per se, but the kind of teacher who could bring such unruly brats to heel by positively redirecting their wild excess of energy and honing their eagerness into something useful. Unfortunately, she never got that chance, and Caerul, Roseus, and Terrence got stuck with each other.

Gracie��s squad was obliterated, but her body was never found.

Terrence

Status: DEAD

The hapless Moon Whistle who was strong-armed into taking Caerul and Roseus as his students, Terrence was the younger brother and previous apprentice of Gracie, the Black Whistle who’d actually agreed to train them. Initially only supposed to babysit the twins and give them very basic instruction when Gracie was called down to the Fifth Layer on a retrieval mission, Terrence got stuck with the notorious pair of troublemakers after her return was “delayed”. Reluctant though he was, persistent guilt-tripping and pestering eventually wrangled some practical teaching out of the jaded Moon Whistle, and he was an effective mentor if and when he was bothered enough. He often required a lot of bothering.

Despite being a highly competent delver, Terrence had little motivation to progress in rank or achievement, and deliberately avoided the Black Whistle exam out of complete disinterest in going any deeper than the Fourth Layer (or indeed, the First, if he had his way). Once he had thirsted for knowledge of the Abyss’s secrets, but an intense and bloody early career left him burned out and cynical at a young age. By the time Caerul and Roseus met him, he claimed he was quite happy to never set foot in “that blasted hole” ever again… although somehow he always found himself back in the pit regardless.

Although abyssal warfare wasn’t his area of interest, Terrence became a regular, even crucial member of his sister’s squad as their main strategist. Blessed with a sharp mind and near-photographic memory, Terrence’s tactical prowess - particular under pressure, especially when dealing with rival delvers - was remarkable, and he greatly improved the group’s kill to casualty ratio when he joined as Gracie’s apprentice. Terrence technically graduated from his apprenticeship when he achieved the rank of Moon Whistle, but he was a terrible pushover, and Gracie easily coerced him into whatever exploits she pleased. He remained with the squad until he was needed to watch Gracie’s new apprentices in the upper layers when they were sent to the Fifth, which he had thought would be a much-needed vacation.

Babysitting Caerul and Roseus was anything but restful. From the minute they woke up (at dawn, daily, without fail), the twins were raring to go, and seemingly determined to get themselves killed by hurling themselves into the Abyss. If Terrence didn’t come up with something suitably interesting with which to occupy them, they would run off and cause all kinds of trouble. It was no wonder they were expelled from training at the orphanage. At best, they were a liability to themselves and anyone around them; without careful direct supervision, an outright danger. In the large groups Red Whistles typically worked in, it would have been impossible to keep an eye on them all the time without neglecting other children.

As it was, Terrence had his hands full with just the two of them. Hyperactive though they were, Caerul and Roseus were remarkably bright, and burned through the loose curriculum Gracie had left behind for them—expedition supply management, equipment maintenance, standard and variant delving sign languages and ciphers, basic rope work, etc.—in the first month. At that point, Terrence felt he’d done his job, and that the brats could wait for their actual master to return, but like ravenous corpse weeper chicks, the twins constantly demanded more from him. He didn’t initially give it, but as he’d fallen to Gracie’s demands all his life, so too did he give in to the relentless Red Whistles’ constant badgering.

When Gracie’s group missed their projected return date, Terrence wasn’t worried; such a deadline was an extremely rough estimate at best, what with expeditions being unpredictable and time itself being inconsistent at lower depths. When news of their extinction finally reached him a year later, though, he was distraught. Caerul and Roseus had only known them briefly, but for Terrence, the loss was his entire life—his friends, his family, his purpose. He blamed himself for not getting his Black Whistle; if he had been able to go to the Fifth Layer, he would have at least been able to die with them. He blamed Caerul and Roseus for keeping him on the Surface; if not for them, he could have at least gone as far as the Fourth Layer. He blamed Gracie for leaving him behind with them in the first place.

Terrence sank into a deep depression, during which Caerul and Roseus were largely left to their own devices - never a good thing. After getting bored of causing problems on purpose in town, they began wandering deeper and deeper into the Abyss alone. By this point, the twins were at least proficient enough that the First Layer wasn’t too much of an issue, though there were certainly several near misses. It was when they decided to stray into the Second when things went wrong.

In frustration at their mentor’s neglect, one fateful day, Caerul and Roseus left a brief note on the kitchen table, as Roseus insisted they did each day “as a record of their progress”. It read:

“Checking out the corpse weeper nesting grounds to observe chick rearing habits. Be back for dinner.”

Contrary to what the children believed, Terrence did actually read the notes, and when he found this one, he was horrified. Horrified enough that he extricated himself from his angst-ridden blanket burrito. Horrified enough that he went tearing after them faster than he had ever traveled. Horrified that he might lose the last family he had left.

Fortunately, they never quite made it to the corpse weeper nesting grounds. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to save both idiot Red Whistles. Terrence caught up with them just in time to see Roseus, captivated by a flower he had never seen before, wander up a clearly unstable cliff, stumble on a loose outcropping, and trigger an avalanche that stranded both children on a precarious ledge teetering over the edge. Terrence was forced to hastily rig a self-belay line to the only standing outcropping nearby - a spindly thing that could hardly be trusted more than the original traitorous cliff - and repel down to retrieve them one at a time. He managed to recover Caerul and deposit her on solid footing. Roseus was not so lucky; the first avalanche triggered a series of smaller ones elsewhere, which eventually triggered another at their location. What remained of the cliff was destroyed again. And as skilled as Terrence was at orchestrating the deaths of foreign delvers, protecting two inexperienced children from their own stupidity proved too much for him, and he and Roseus both fell in that cliff collapse.

Caerul avoids reliving the incident as much as possible, but she’s pretty sure Terrence’s last words were “For fuck’s sake.”

#ooc #supporting cast #gracie #terrence #miscellaneous info #mun art #((things I should've been drawing: new icons for Caerul))#((things I was drawing: the supporting cast ^^;))#((asdfsdjsg I aM NOT A MULTIMUSE BLOG I SWEAR))#((THAT'S WAY TOO MUCH WORK))#((the writing at the end of Terrence’s section is lazy but I got tireeeeeed))#((also I didn’t proofread this lol))#((maybe I'll fix it later :/))#((Oh No I actually really like MiA!Gracie ._.;;))#((that’s what I get for recycling old characters into Caerul’s backstory: nostalgia))#((I do have ideas for maybe briefly reintroducing her into the story as a plot device which is why she isn’t straight up dead though lol))#((Terrence meanwhile is the oldest character I have that I still use pfft))#((I made him back in *middle school* jfc))#((and updated him several times after that as I grew up))#((he’s an absolutely terrible person but he’s really fun to write because of that))#((I get to project all my fatigue and ‘‘done with this shit’’ energy onto him lol))#((Gracie was created not long after to be better than him in every way XD))#((fun fact: this is the only verse in which Gracie technically actually outlives him))#((it’s always the assholes that survive though right?))#((except in this case :D))#((Gracie’s squad needs a name :/))#((if you’ve gotten this far reading my tag rambling here’s a spoiler:))#((Gracie is the designated sacrifice to enable White Whistle!Caerul ;D))

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Out today!

The seven minutes in heaven collab was posted today ^.^ The main link can be found -> Here Don’t forget to check e’m out. I totally took the opportunity to write Villain Deku.

Change of plans!

The everything is moving to next week. For example the villain Deku and Naga fic will posted next Saturday :/ And the Dad Bakugou short story will also be moved. Why? Because I overbooked... Sorry T.T

Number lots! That will get done this week ^.^

69- “Choking Bakugou during hate sex that’s the dream” (<- I kid you not that is number 69)

66: Overhaul with a pregnant s/o. He wants to walk out on her!?!?! (I will say no more!)

22: Treat you better! Soft Shiggy taking reader from AFO in the little pig hc’s

73: Yandere Shinsou thirst fic continued! He successfully convinces you to move👀

54: Sir Nighteye and his cute monster son👀

The Masterlist was finally updated check that -> Here

#I'm going to start doing these news things more often!#Monst News!

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burrito-aizawa-sensei · 5 years

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not gonna lie, one of the main reasons i’m excited for the overhaul arc in the anime is because studio bones has not done me wrong when it comes to my aizawa thirst. like they made him extra hot in his man bun and they even upgraded his tiddies when he had his ponytail so i can only imagine how great he’ll look blindfolded

#quench my thirst studio bones #Do It™#aizawa shouta #text #my post

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beneaththetangles · 4 years

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My Favorite Anime Things (2019 Edition)

Fruits Basket remake so heartfelt and pretty A sad life transformed by a black-and-white kitty Vikings and vengeance and princes and kings These are a few of my favorite things

Saitama’s awesome but he is no gamer Miku’s best girl, ain’t that a no-brainer? Manga with Vader, Leia, and X-Wings These are a few of my favorite things

When Muzan bites When Conny dies When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad

Kaguya blushes and Chika loves dancing Rascal is good for some tears and romancing Orphans from Grace Field escape on a string These are a few of my favorite things

In episode 19, Tanjirou was epic Chihaya’s back and she’s ever angelic Alita is killing it on the big screen These are a few of my favorite things

When Eri cries When Magase hacks When I’m screaming mad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad

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References

Verse 1

Line 1: The first season of a remake of Fruits Basket aired this year to critical and popular acclaim. Based on the manga by Natsuki Takaya, this version featured more input by the mangaka and replaces the older series, which was the subject of mixed feelings from manga fans. Part two will premiere in 2020. You can currently stream season one on Crunchyroll. We also wrote a number of articles about the remake.

Line 2: Haru is a stray cat that is adopted by writer Subaru Mikazuki in the anime, My Roommate is a Cat. Introverted by nature to the point of being a shut-in, and having lost both of his parents years earlier, Subaru has no idea how to care for a cat. Meanwhile, Haru has also led a difficult life and finds Subaru hard to deal with. However, they learn to mutually care for each other and help one another grow. You can currently stream this anime on Crunchyroll.

Line 3: Set against the backdrop of the Viking invasion of England near the turn of the 2nd millennium, Vinland Saga is a tale about Thorfinn, who seeks revenge after a violent attack that changes his and his family’s life. As he grows and becomes part of the Viking incursion, Thorfinn also becomes involved with Canute, a Viking prince. Vinland Saga is streaming on Amazon Prime.

Verse 2

Line 1: One Punch Man and its super-powered up hero, Saitama, returned this year in a much-anticipated season two. Early in the season, he becomes friends with King, a highly-ranked hero but one who is actually fraudulent. Still, the two get along well and play video games frequently—King always wins against Saitama, who is a terrible gamer. Season two of One Punch Man can be streamed on Hulu.

Line 2: Perhaps the best harem of series of the year was The Quintessential Quintuplets, which features the cantankerous Futaro, who is harangued into tutoring the less-than-academically-stellar Nakano sisters. Miku is the first of the five to take an active romantic interest in Futaro. Relatively quiet, Miku is also sharp-tongued, earnest, and most known for her trademark headphones. Check out all the Miku fanart that’s posted on Anime Pop Heart, and watch the series on Crunchyroll.

Line 3: The third and final volume of Star Wars: Lost Stars, and officially licensed Star Wars manga, was recently released. We reviewed the series, which you can purchase on Amazon.

Chorus 1

Line 1: Muzan is the antagonist of Demon Slayer, a vicious demon whose thirst for violence and everlasting existence leads to frequent death and tragedy. Demon Slayer can be streamed on Crunchyroll. More on Demon Slayer to follow.

Line 2: The Promised Neverland begins with a bang, as Emma and Norman discover in episode one that instead of being adopted, as inferred, the tiny and cute child, Conny, has been killed and will be served as a meal to demons. The Promised Neverland can be streamed on Crunchyroll. More on The Promised Neverland to follow.

Verse 3

Line 1: Kaguya-sama: Love is War follows two student council officers / rivals who pretend to dislike each other though the opposite is true; the blushing is frequent and heavy, including that for the title character. But the most popular character from the series is another officer not involved in the romance, the radomly hilarious Chika, whose dance has become much imitated and memed. Kaguya-sama can be streamed on Crunchyroll.

Line 2: Rascal Does Not Dream of a Dreaming Girl, the movie following up on the similarly titled Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Sempai series, was an emotional ride for the audience. The film revealed significant backstory details as it focused particularly on the mystery behind one character’s appearances and disappearance, while putting a favorite one in peril. We were so excited that we did not one, but two reviews of the film.

Line 3: As mentioned earlier, The Promised Neverland, the first season of which takes place largely at the Grace Field House, is an exhilarating and at times terrifying ride, featuring a cast of young characters who are being farmed as food. Spoilers ahead for the anime: The kids make an escape, which includes sliding down strings to cross over a large chasm in one of the most climactic scenes of the season. We blogged on the show episodically from both a manga reader’s (spoiler) perspective and that of one who hadn’t read the manga (non-spoiler). You can watch the series on Crunchyroll.

Verse 4

Line 1: Perhaps the most popular new series this year was Demon Slayer. The main character, Tanjirou, finds that his family has been viciously killed by a demon while he was away, with only his sister, Nezuko, surviving, but transformed into a demon herself. As he seeks to cure her, Tanjirou becomes part of the demon slayer corps, and in episode 19, his power emerges dramatically in a scene so beautifully animated by Ufotable and so full of emotion that it became and remains a highly-discussed moment. Our podcasters talked about it, too.

Line 2: Chihaya is the protagonist of Chihayafuru, an anime about the world of competitive karuta, a Japanese card game based on memorization and speed. The series returned with a third season six year after season two, and the genre-crossing show remained as beautiful as ever; the same could be said of its main character, who from a distance seems like an untouchable beauty (though she’s more of the absent-minded type in person). Chihayafuru can be streamed on Crunchyroll.

Line 3: After more than a decade in development hell, James Cameron’s adaptation of the Battle Angel Alita manga (titled Alita: Battle Angel for the film) hit the big screen early in 2018 with a different director at hand (Robert Rodriguez took the reigns while Cameron produced) and to mostly positive reviews from the anime community (though our review was more muted), as well as fair box office returns. Alita also kills it because, well, she slices bad guys up.

Chorus 2

Line 1: In season four of My Hero Academia, the new villain Overhaul is brought in, as well as Eri, the young girl he is victimizing and taking advantage of for his diabolical schemes. My Hero Academia can be streamed on Crunchyroll.

Line 2: Muzan may get all the attention, but the most vile villain of the year may be a woman (Minor spoilers ahead for Babylon). Magase, a mesmerizing woman at the center of a mysterious and deadly conspiracy, reveals her true colors during the midpoint of the season in one of the most horrific scenes in recent memory. Meanwhile, the show took a break after this, leaving the audience broken while waiting for new episodes to begin airing again a couple of weeks from now. You can catch up in the meantime through Amazon Prime, and read our take on that violent scene.

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Guardian (Zhen Hun)

So I just binge watched the web-drama Guardian (based on a BL novel).The two main actors; Johnny Bai Yu and Zhu Yi Long ARE LITERALLY THE FUCKING BEST. These two carry the entire show on their backs.

Even though they’re not supposed to portray their characters as lovers (censorship issues made them have an intense bromance instead) it’s ALL THEY DO FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW. And its absolutely freaking beautiful. They do such a fantastic job of bringing the characters to life and portray the love between them without it explicitly being stated. They were ordered to make it as no homo as possible but everyone on the show just went ‘catch these hands homophobes’ and made it MO HOMO instead. Like, the homo-est. Look at this cute shit guys, like HOW DARE

The story is about the Special Investigation Department, a department that deals with special cases that threatens the peace between the Haixings (humans), the Yashous and the Dixings (the supernaturals). Zhao Yun Lan (Bai Yu), the unruly head of the SID is in the midst of investigating a murder on campus when he crosses paths with the reserved Shen Wei (Zhu Yi Long), a Professor of Bioengineering at the Uni. Zhao Yun Lan constantly has a feeling of deja-vu around Shen Wei. Unbeknownst to him, they have known each other from10 000 years ago, a past that only Shen Wei remembers.

They have AMAZING and PERFECT chemistry. I’m not kidding. Their scenes, touches, gazes, dialogues and all their micro-expressions (Zhu Yi Long especially) are done in a way that leaves no room for anyone to have any doubt about their relationship. I mean look:

(The worried boyfriend)

(The compulsory ‘can I trust you’ angst)

(The actually we’re a married couple fluff)

(The flirting, oh my god the flirting. Most of it by Zhao Yun Lan I assure you, because he’s basically a shameless hussy. I love it.)

The crew also did their best in putting in as many easter eggs and details as they can to reflect their real relationship as lovers. For example, Yun Lan’s hairstyle changes halfway through the show to reflect the traditional Chinese culture of having a woman change her hairstyle after getting married implying that Yun Lan has found his husband. ( In the novel, it’s established that Shen Wei is the top and Yun Lan is the bottom. I absolutely love this because first of all hello? role reversal of where the quiet, soft and pretty one tops the hot roguish bad boy? Hell yeah!)

Back to the plot. So the main plot is for them to find the person who’s looking to break the peace between the 3 tribes by using the Four Holy Artefacts that created the peace between them in the first place a long time ago while trying not to jump each other’s bones on the nearest flat surface.

Seriously guys, the thirst is real. You can see the 10000 YEARS OF SEXUAL AND ROMANTIC FRUSTRATION between them. There are several scenes where you’d think they’re just going slam the other onto the nearest flat surface and just go at it!

(Zhao Yun Lan, pls control yourself you self proclaimed horndog)

The mild mannered Professor is also secretly the Black Cloaked Envoy (the show never settles on a proper translation for his name), one of the most powerful and revered people from Dixing. He helps out Zhao Yun Lan as Shen Wei with his knowledge about the supernatural (a flimsy excuse from the pervy Yun Lan who’s mesmerised by his gorgeousness and sweet and kind personality) as well as the completely badass Black Cloaked Envoy (in a black robe and mask obviously) who keeps bailing Yun Lan’s dumb ass out of trouble (while also thirsting for the completely flirty and shameless idiot like nobody’s business).

The immediate supporting casts are pretty good even though their characterisation has been shot to hell (some are completely different from their novel counterparts) and have too many inconsistencies. They’re doing their best in working with the material that they were given. Bonus point is that they’re all so freaking gorgeous, so be prepared to have a sexual awakening (I’m just saying, there’s something for everyone). The music’s good as well.

Also, get ready for the ANGST. Like so much angst. Even the straight and minor relationships didn’t escape. Fair warning that it doesn’t have a happy ending, Though I personally think it was a bittersweet ending, a LOT of people hate the ending with a fiery passion. So much so that the author actually wrote a short chapter for the novel after the show to ‘fix’ the shitty ending. Hit me up if you want the spoiler for the ending of the show so that you can decide to watch it or not.

I’ll just like to let you know that it’s not a good show as a whole at all.The CGI is absolute fucking crap and the plot unveils like someone decided to write down several ideas, stuck them on board, mounted the board on a wall and decided to write next scenes based on which storyline they hit with their darts. The pacing is all over the place. There are some parts where the characters are talking and there are added dialogues that they don’t even TRY to match the tone of the original recording.

This could have legitimately been a fantastic show but because of financial issues and censorship problems they had to scrape by with what they had (which clearly wasn’t a lot). The entire plot from the novel had to go through a major overhaul because it deals with Gods, ghosts/spirits and gay characters which all fall under censored topics. Basically, all the core premises of the novel had to be changed in order to make this show happen.

It’s such a shame because I read the translated version of the novel and its not only hilarious but the supernatural aspect of it is way scarier and more intense than anything on the show. They found the absolutely perfect actors to play the leads as well.

Seriously, the wasted potential of this show makes me wail in despair. Remember Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (also known as Goblin) the Korean show? They basically have the same premise of meeting your long lost soulmate and I can only imagine on how this show would have been if it had been done in just the same way as Goblin.

IN CONCLUSION, even though its labelled as ‘bromance’, this show proves that you don’t have to kiss or declare I love you’s to show your love for someone.

Also everything is garbage except for the main leads and their chemistry. So watch it, get a new OTP, marvel at how good the acting is and find yourself having 2 more brilliant actors for you to obsess over and appreciate. After the show, read the novel (it’s still being translated). It’s absolutely hilarious. Also, listen to the damn love song they recorder together.Come flail with me about them.

#guardian #zhen hun #guardian chinese drama #weilan #shen wei #zhao yun lan #gay fiction #show recommendations

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The Nyr

A People Divided

The Nyr are Ivendarea’s natives, a people that lived in isolation for a long time but has an inherent thirst for exploration and knowledge. While not all Nyr are inclined to the further development of their magical abilities, they all have an innate magical potential within them and are perfectly adapted to Ivendarea’s magical peculiarities. This makes Nyr mages the most powerful in their homeland, and they have an easier time acquiring new magical skills.

Known to stick to themselves, the Nyr are tightly connected to each other, within their communities, and to their land. Originally consisting of a large variety of different ethnic groups and tribes the population has become more homogeneous ever since the nation was united by their first ruler, Iovana Neron. Still, depending on which region one travels to, remnants of these original tribes and their unique traditions can still be found cherished and celebrated today, as traditions are held on to tightly, and the Nyr are very proud of their cultural heritage and history.

Table of Contents:

History

Rise of the Aman’a Valeethi

The Assadin Invasion

Revolution War and Present

Life in Ivendarea

Attunement

Coexistence with Nature

Nyr Society

Leaders and their Responsibility

Soul-Shaping

Rebellion and Corruption

The Importance of Knowledge

Customs, Traditions, and Rituals

Naming Conventions

Beauty Ideals

Biology, Genetics, Ageing

Physique and Outward Characteristics

Biological Cycle

Sex, Gender, Reproduction

Interspecies Relationships

The Nyr and the Assadin

The Nyr and the Darthonians

The Nyr and the Kitu

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History

Thousands of years ago the Nyr roamed the lands of Ivendarea as tightly knit tribes that lived partly nomadic, partly as settled down farmers in all corners of the nation. Waging war with each other for territory and resources from time to time, it was Wylaai leader Neron who first noticed similarities in the different groups’ believes, stories, and social practises, suggesting a strong link of spiritual nature between all Nyr, no matter their clan-affiliation.

Neron and his council of supporters and advisors founded the nation of Ivendarea over the course of several decades, building bridges, communicating between leaders, and uniting the people. The Nyr and Ivendarea began to prosper and it didn’t take long until new settlements and organizations were established to run the young nation.

Rise of the Aman’a Valeethi

Roughly 2000 years after Neron’s death Ivendarea had become a nation of explorers, while at the same time enjoying its solitude and wealth. This was when Aman was born, who would later not only become the centre of a cult that eventually developed into Ivendarea’s official religion, but whose thirst for knowledge drove them as far as to converse with the gods themselves – eventually joining their ranks. Tales of a mortal rising to godhood spread further than the Nyr would have ever dared to imagine, and more of the outside world became aware of the secluded nation.

A long period of peace followed Aman’s rise to godhood as their teachings began to spread and more and more of the Nyr joined the Aman’a Valeethi, Aman’s students and followers. It was also a period of great change in politics and law, as Aman’s Teachings preached the importance and significance of one’s own soul’s health and balance. Practises like the death penalty, that were still in place at the time, could do such permanent damage to a soul that it could prevent it from ever being reborn again. Rebirth though, and eternal growth and learning are essential to a life of harmony. The justice system experienced a general overhaul, and the former capital of judgement and justice, Saratheas, became a centre of belief and learning instead.

The Assadin Invasion

About 5500 years after Aman’s ascension, war struck the Nyr for the first time since ancient days – but not from within. Zerenda, warrior prince of the far away nation of Astairus, had come to conquer the fertile lands of Ivendarea on behalf of his father.

The Nyr – peaceful explorers, scholars, scientists, artists – were not prepared for the attack in any way, and despite fighting back with all they had, they were no match against the first devastating wave of warriors arriving at Ivendarea’s eastern shores. The city of Beldran fell within weeks, and Zerenda’s forces marched on to the nation’s capital where Iovana Fannyel was slain, his partner and child only barely escaping.

From a prospering nation the Nyr’s society began a rapid descent into chaos after Iovana Fannyel’s death, as something like this had never occurred before. No one was sure how to act or what would come next. Zerenda made the mistake of underestimating the Nyr’s willpower though, getting too comfortable when for a few years no-one fought against his conquering of Ivendarea’s eastern half. A few years though mean little to the Nyr, so while Zerenda was sure he had already won, the Nyr in fact only recovered after his first blow, prepared to remove the intruder. Against any later of Zerenda’s advances they put up massive fights and an unexpectedly strong resistance.

When Saratheas fell into the hands of the invaders all hope rested on the new Iovana Brestine, Fannyel’s child, who eventually managed to secure the nation’s peace again. Brestine’s Peace Treaty led to the interesting situation of having two different Ivendarean rulers present at once: an Assadin monarch on the throne in Saratheas, and the Nyr’s Iovana in Panthil. While officially all of Ivendarea was subject to the laws made in Saratheas, Panthil and Maan Garth had a special standing and enjoyed more freedoms in the name of upholding the peace.

Not believing in the occupation to last forever, given the short lifespan of the Assadin in comparison to their own, the Nyr decided to humour Zerenda and engaged in what they perceived as a waiting game. Their hope was that Brestine herself would eventually be able to take back the throne as soon as Zerenda’s bloodline died out, that even if not Zerenda himself, his successors would see reason and give up on the throne out of free will.

Revolution War and Present

It all came differently though. A rebel organization began to form, calling themselves the Omrai Omvalis. Believing their own Iovana had forsaken them, leaving the people under a foreigner’s control, they began to lead a revolution against the Assadin rulers on their own. Their efforts eventually escalated into the Revolution War, but instead of removing the Assadin from Ivendarea for good, the results were devastating. The Nyr lost even more of their territory, the ancient city of Maan Ganyr fell, and Maan Garth was completely split off of the Ivendarean Mainland entirely out of the sheer need for survival. After the war, the Omrai Omvalis were hated by both the Assadin and their own people, as they were seen as the main cause for the beginning of another era of unrest, and the destroyers of a hard fought-for peace.

Today the Nyr are a people of contradictions more than ever. Explorers who never stray too far for too long, deeply divided in their own nation especially in regards to politics, while at the same time standing together stronger than ever to keep their culture and traditions alive under the rule of the most recent Assadin king Leoros.

Life in Ivendarea

The majority of the world’s Nyr population resides in their native home country Ivendarea. They are perfectly attuned to the magical and natural conditions on the peninsula, and while there are small percentages of Nyr among the permanent population of other continents and nations, the majority usually always returns back home from any journeys or expeditions they undertake sooner or later.

Across Ivendarea, Nyr can be found in any of its many different climatic zones, from the icy north to the hot and humid south, in plains, forests, swamps, and at the slopes and tops of mountains. Even at sea the Nyr feel at home, venerating water as something almost holy, and having developed a quite lively culture around sailing and spare-time activities carried out in and around bodies of water.

Attunement

Given the large range of temperatures comparing Ivendarea’s icy north and subtropical south, the Nyr are adapted to a grand variety of climates at first glance. Notably though, there seems to be a natural “attunement” to Ivendarea’s inherent magic that is unique to the Nyr and might explain their comparatively easy adaption to the country’s different climate zones, while they struggle with similar climates on other continents.

While the same individual seemingly isn’t overly bothered by the cold of Canwyl’s ice-covered gardens, if they travel a few miles further north to the Darthonian border, their clothing will suddenly not feel suitable anymore to combat the cold, despite there being no difference in temperature. Similarly, the hot humidity of Maan Garth’s jungle might be bearable to them, but a trip to a similar jungle on Drua Shye or Atrana could be sheer impossible to endure for the same amount of time they last in the humidity and heat on Maan Garth.

The reasons for this strange phenomenon are still unexplained, yet it is undeniable that no matter how far the Nyr travel, they are basically non-existent as permanent residents on other continents. They always return back home, as if Ivendarea was the magnetic north pole to their inner compass, seemingly unable to exist without their homeland and its strangely unique magical currents.

Coexistence with Nature

Not only are the Nyr particularly attuned to Ivendarea’s magic, they also treat their homeland and nature with a lot of respect. Due to wide-spread religious believes the Nyr practise lifestyles that allow them to live in harmony with nature as best as possible, trying to not unnecessarily interfere or destroy the land’s wild and untamed beauty. Villages, towns, and cities alike are often integrated into their natural surroundings, complimenting each other, and using materials predominantly found in the area. There are exceptions, of course, but for the most part an effort is made to create sustainable living spaces. Wood is not a common building material, at least not from trees chopped down for the purpose of building – unless there really are no other options and it is an emergency. Instead driftwood or the wood of trees that fell in a storm or were struck by lightning are used. Where needed they are reinforced with glass, resin, or metal, and recycled almost religiously when a building using wood is torn down. An exception are the Veerali, an ethnic subgroup of the Nyr at home in the southern marshes and jungles on the nation’s mainland. But even though they predominantly live in wooden buildings, their homes are alive, consisting of trees shaped by magic in their growth into spherical rooms, bridges, and other constructs. The Veerali don’t interpret this interference with the trees as harming the environment, but rather finding new ways to be even closer to nature than other peoples.

A lot of Nyr settlements are also characterized by a variety of waterways, they have advanced systems for fresh water in all houses and for sewage, and make use of rainwater as well as deep wells. Water has a strong spiritual connotation for them, symbolizing life, rebirth, and a connection to the gods. Having clean water close by and cleaning it again after use to reuse it is therefore not only necessary for survival and well-being, but also essential for religious practises. Nothing should be wasted or destroyed, everything is part of life and an eternal cycle.

Nyr Society

A community in Nyr society – be it a family, a religious group, a village, a city – always sticks together and supports each other. This mentality dates back to the times when the Nyr still lived together in clans before the nation was united, fighting against each other and the wild and unrelenting nature of Ivendarea. Community meant survival, being alone was dangerous. Children in particular, since they are rare, often enjoy a very sheltered within their community – as some would say from personal experience, even to levels of feeling restricted. The concept of the lone wolf fending for themself is largely unknown in most of Nyr society.

Leaders and Their Responsibility

While there is a noticeable class-divide between different parts of society, it is perceived as less strict as in more authoritarian communities. Still, at the very top of the social ladder stands the Iovana, the monarchical ruler, and their family and council. While the Iovana is regarded as the head of the nation who decides over Ivendarea’s future in their perceived best interest for the people, they are not above the law and can actually be removed from their seat in the name of the gods by the religious order of the Avon Julanor. Also, while the royal family is treated with a lot of respect and enjoys various privileges, they also have the responsibility to care for the people in political, religious, social, and many other regards, or can very quickly lose the support of the community. Contrary to the belief of outsiders from other nations, those on top of the social hierarchy aren’t usually all wealthier than the rest, they only have more privileges for the price of many more duties for the community. Following the religious and social practises of Soul-Shaping devoutly, the Iovana as well as any other wealthy citizen uses their influence and income to further the development of their community. Education is important, as are achievements as an individual and a group, and the more educated a person is the better is their social standing. Financial wealth can open doors to such education, but amassing it during one’s lifetime for personal gain is frowned upon. Those who are financially well-off are expected to either directly give to the poor or create institutions to help those in need. They support the temples, or fund scholarships to name a few examples – basically to open the doors to education for those who can’t open them themselves.

Members of religious and other political institutions also enjoy a lot of respect and a higher standing in their community, but of course in return they are also expected to support the less fortunate even more so.

Soul-Shaping

A person’s time in this world is limited, no physical goods can be taken to the next life according to the practise of Soul-Shaping, as conceptualized by the prophet Aman. Compassion and knowledge on the other hand actually can survive the cycle of rebirth and permanently shape a soul for the better. Doing good in this life and supporting the community stabilizes a soul, attuning it to a peaceful life of harmony in and with this world. A stable soul in return makes a rebirth and the remembrance on one’s past lives more likely and effortless – and the more stable souls are reborn into a community, the more at peace this community will be, according to this theory, as more knowledge and wisdom survives the cycle of rebirth, too. Giving back to the community and enabling others to achieve higher education amongst other opportunities therefore serves the people as a whole, potentially across several lives lived. This would at least be the ideal situation.

Rebellion and Corruption

It has always been common practise for a Nyr community to dismantle a corrupt government and put someone else in their place that is considered more capable, should the need arise. In nine out of ten cases this even goes without violence of any kind, and the former leaders are assimilated back into the community as “regular” members. It is a rare occurrence to cast someone out of the community entirely, and it always causes an outrage. When it happens, something severe and unforgivable has to be the cause.

A recent example would be the banishment of Aella and Pirc from Maan Garth for the role they played in the The Revolution War – causing the death of hundreds, the loss of an ancient city, and the beginning of the worst period of political instability since Zerenda’s Conquest. It was a decision harshly criticized regardless, as the siblings’ family is deeply rooted on Maan Garth and they did indeed fight to abolish a corrupt and violent government. Iovana Panmorn who banished them was accused of acting selfishly and blaming them for the loss of his partner more than the loss of the lives and war. Others agreed that the situation was just though, as the rebel movement led by Aella and Pirc in itself seemed like a corrupt and violent institution that did not represent the people’s beliefs or values as a whole.

The Importance of Knowledge

Knowledge and wisdom are some of the most valued traits in Nyr society, a drive to learn, explore, and study is inherent to their people. Of course not everyone is smart or intelligent to the same degree, but knowledge isn’t purely about cognitive skills. The community encourages a child’s naturally given leanings, talents, and interests. Highly intelligent professors are just as rare among the Nyr as they are amongst other peoples, but due to the culturally inherent stimulation of natural talents and curiosity from an early age on, Nyr are known to have an above average percentage of renowned inventors, scientists, artists, mages, and athletes.

Customs, Traditions, and Rituals

The Vath’eran is without a doubt the most important and wide-spread ritual known to the Nyr. It marks an individual’s step into adulthood as well as it is a means of self-discovery and spiritual enlightenment.

The ritual of Soul Bonding is also inherent to Nyr culture no matter the surrounding communities, and it is rare to observe. It takes place when at least two individuals want to enter a relationship that goes beyond their current life – usually when they believe to have found their soulmate(s). The souls of the participants are magically tied to each other forever, which brings with it an inexplicable and deep feeling of connection and understanding with one another. But it can also end tragically, especially in the case of a premature death of one of the partners, as the survivor(s) will experience the loss to a much greater intensity over a much longer period of time than usual.

Depending on where the Nyr live on the nation’s ground, a variety of different festivals are observed particularly tied to the beginning and end of seasons, which dates back to the times even before the nation was founded.

Naming Conventions

Nyr’s first names usually have a strong symbolic connotation, often linked to the day of their birth, the hopes and expectations of their family, special cultural circumstances, or events of historical significance haven taken place on their birthday. Sometimes a child is named in honour of a living ancestor, but not by giving them the same name, as it would imply they are similar people in terms of personality and ambitions. Instead a name with a similar meaning is chosen usually to honour the relative. It is not common on the other hand to give children the names of deceased ancestors, unless there are adamant signs and evidence confirmed by a priest that the child in question is actually their revered ancestor reborn – but even then it is rare to give them the name they carried in a past life.

Once a child reaches adulthood they get the chance to accept or deny the name that has been given to them and in the latter case pick a new one. This happens as part of the coming-of-age ceremony held in the local temple on the young adult’s 75th birthday, the so-called Vath’eran. In cases where someone is particularly unhappy with their given name before they reach adulthood, a new name is chosen and used earlier. The Vath’eran makes the name-change official, and in 90% of the cases where a name gets rejected by its bearer during their childhood, this is common practise. Reasons as for why one might reject their name are many. It could be that they dislike the name’s meaning, their family’s wishes and expectations for them, or they feel that the name doesn’t fit the way they wish to be perceived by others.

Since their Nyr express gender a lot less strictly than some other cultures do, due to getting into contact with the outside world certain names have become more commonly associated with specific perceived physical traits, leading to accidental misgendering of individuals caused by their names.

Last names are not nearly as important in Nyr culture as in other nations, since lineage and belonging to a certain family branch or clan of old have little importance nowadays. What matters more are past lives lived and the deeds done in the current one. Following the ancient clan tradition from times before the kingdom was founded though, Nyr carry so-called “homenames” as their “last name”. A homename shows allegiance to the community an individual was born into, and the most common homenames today are based on the names of towns and cities: Panthil’y, Saratheas’y, Canwyl’y, Fandyl’y, and so on. In ancient days, homenames were based on the regions the family’s tribe was at home, e.g. “Sylaristrea’y” – “of the Skyreach Mountains”, or “Iven’y” – “of the Green River”, as this was the time before most big cities existed and the far scattered settlements had permanent names. The “y” attached to the name of the birthplace in this case can be translated as “of”. It is also possible that a homename changes over the course of a Nyr’s life, for example when someone loses or gives up their connection to their birthplace. In a traditional ceremony celebrating new beginnings and the cutting of old ties the name change is made official, the homename becoming relevant to the location where the individual found their new home.

These naming conventions lead to some of the following situations: Breella Panthil’y is named in honour of her grandmother Brestine Canwyl’y, who is still alive as her granddaughter is born. Breella means “the shimmering one”, Brestine “the shining/magnificent one”. Panmorn Panthil’y and Adoven Panthil’y are related to each other, but not to Aella Panthil’y. Adoven and Aella are both born in the city Panthil into different families. Panmorn was actually born in Saratheas but found his new home in Panthil, therefore deciding to change his homename. In return, Brestine Canwyl’y is the mother of Rava Panthil’y, so despite being related they don’t need to be carrying the same homename.

Beauty Ideals

Long, natural hair often worn in braids is regarded the most beautiful in many parts of Nyr society currently. In a way it symbolizes the connection to one’s own roots, traditionalism, commitment, and patience, all highly valued qualities especially by older generations.

A trend is surfacing amongst the youth though, especially rebel-sympathizers on the mainland and the politically interested young adults on Maan Garth, where overall the hair is kept long, but parts are shaved off bald. It is a way of demonstrating rebellion not only against the current political situation but against the old ways and tradition in general that rely on order and discipline. A similar trend had occurred during the Invasion War, when long hair was cut short for practicality or to symbolize a sacrifice for one’s home nation.

Still, keeping some parts of the hair long shows a still present connection to the people and home country, only a disagreement with some parts of the nation’s current state.

Body jewellery and piercings are also popular, as they are a means of individual self-expression in times where assimilation is a common topic in everyday conversations. They are beautiful enhancements of the body, and the painful process of obtaining them shows power of will and independence. Symmetrical designs or those with religious connotations are considered particularly beautiful and have been the most popular for a long time.

Biology, Genetics, and Ageing

Much is curious about the Nyr, beginning already with their outward appearance featuring long pointed ears, colourful eyes, to their dark skin. They also are known to defy many common gender norms, causing some confusing now and then with their androgyny or mismatch of outward appearance and pronouns used. Even processes as self-evident as ageing seem to not 100% apply to this inherently magical and extraordinarily long-lived people.

Physique and Outward Characteristics

Reaching a mean height of 170 centimetres tall and weighing a little over 70 kilograms according to latest statistics, the Nyr are within the average size range when looking across all the different modern Ivendarean peoples. Certain ethnic groups, such as the Sylai and Wylaai tend to be taller than average, and the Gaanar and Veerali are the shortest. Balance of body and mind is very important in particular to religious Nyr, therefore physically challenging training and games are a common spare-time activity to keep the body in good shape and the senses sharp. This being said though, not everyone is as fit or active as others, and physical health and feeling well in one’s body is considered a lot more important than having defined muscles or being physically strong.

The Nyr’s skin colour ranges from pale to dark grey tones, lighter colours being more common in the north and centre of the nation, darker tones more widespread in the south and on the island Maan Garth. Often the skin isn’t of a pure grey but usually has purple, green, blue, or brownish undertones. Although not related or to be confused with the Jali, natives of Drua Shye, the Nyr share their pointed ears. In comparison though the ears of the Nyr are quite long and flexible to a degree, giving them excellent hearing, and, particularly to be observed in younger individuals, can even express emotion by underlining the individual’s facial expression.

Probably the most outstanding feature of the Nyr are their eyes. The pigmentation of the sclera ranges from pure black to medium grey, and the iris can appear in a great variation of vibrant colours. From blue, grey, purple and red to yellow, orange, green, or brown, any colour or colour-combination seems to be possible. Usually, when the iris is of a brighter colour, so is the sclera, and vice versa with dark tones. The pupil of the eye is slightly oval and vertically-aligned with rounded tips. Contrary to common belief though the Nyr don’t have particularly great vision in dark surroundings, despite their unique eyes. It is more likely that in ancient days certain eye colours were attributed specific characteristics, or they showed the affiliation with certain tribes and family lineages, strengthening the sense of purpose and community in hostile and dangerous natural surroundings and conditions. Red eyes have been attributed to descendants of Iovana Neron for a long time, and while they are common among members of the royal family, they are no longer unique to them. It is true though that for example on Maan Garth one will look into golden or yellow eyes more often than elsewhere in Ivendarea.

The most common hair colour is black in both dark and fairer skinned individuals, but brown, red, and blond tones appear naturally, too, descending in frequency in this order. Some Nyr, about 30-45% of the population, are also capable of growing beards and/or display a more dense development of body hair in general than others.

Biological Cycle

The typical Nyr’s life expectancy is roughly 950 years, but rare individuals have reached ages of 1100 and beyond. Ageing in general is curious for the Nyr, as it isn’t necessarily a linear process. Infancy lasts for about 5-10 years, where children learn to speak, to walk, and to slowly be able to take care of themselves. In this period they are particularly vulnerable and therefore constantly cared for by family and community. They are treated as rare and precious because as mentioned before, birth rates are low and children are considered a gift, not taken as granted. In this phase a child grows very fast in comparison to the growth rates of their bodies throughout the rest of their lives. Particularly during the first five years the Nyr’s metabolism works immensely fast. It is taxing for them and for those taking care of them alike.

Following this stage of infancy is a long period of childhood: curiosity and personal growth. The young Nyr are shaped by their surroundings and grow into individuals with unique personalities. They are intensively taught, no matter if by family, private tutors, or at public schools with other children their age. Individual care, encouragement, and support of naturally given talents and interests is key, but an education in general life skills and history is considered just as vital. Hitting puberty at around 45-65 years of age, some young Nyr become sexually active around this time, but it will take a lot longer for them to become sexually mature and being physically able to procreate. This is the final phase of their childhood and their bodies growing and changing significantly on their way to adulthood.

At an age of roughly 70-75 years, depending on the individual and their personal development, the Nyr consider one of their own a fully grown adult. Reaching this milestone in their life is celebrated enthusiastically, usually by the whole community, and one of the most personally significant religious rituals is held at this point in life too: the Vath’eran.

A time of exploration follows during the Nyr’s’ young adulthood; morals and believes taught during their childhood solidify, change, or crumble entirely as they venture out into the world, usually for the first time on their own. At an age of 150-200 years the Nyr become sexually mature, and this is when most individuals wishing to procreate actively begin looking for potential partners to found a family together. Having children is not an essential part of Nyr culture, and while some wish to have a family of their own, a lot also devote their lives to their communities, to research and teaching, or to personal endeavours, and they never settle down or have permanent partnerships. All are valid ways of life that are equally supported.

Fertility starts to decrease again at an age of roughly 450-500 years, and pregnancies become less likely and more risky. At this age most Nyr have found a purpose in their life that they follow with great dedication, they become more calm and a little less adventurous, often returning to their old communities or settling down elsewhere in a new home.

At 600 years of age the Nyr’s eyes begin to change: the colour of the iris becomes duller, light colours paler, dark colours darker – this marks the point at which an individual starts to reach old age, showing actual physical signs of aging. With the reaching of young adulthood at around 70-75 years up until the age of approximately 600 years the physical ageing process of the Nyr is extremely slowed down compared to infancy, childhood, and puberty. As mentioned, ageing isn’t a strictly linear process for them as compared to most other species. It can actually be very hard to differentiate between a 150 year old and a 600 year old individual at first sight. What sets them apart from each other is their knowledge and wisdom, their achievements, and their social standing, not necessarily their appearance.

With the change of the iris colour, the first hint of ageing, other signs will appear sooner or later, too. Some individuals earlier than others will start to develop significantly more wrinkly skin, their hair might turn grey or white over time, height might slightly decrease and diverse pains and ailments of old age might show themselves sooner or later. The Nyr’s mind though will usually stay awake and sharp up until very old ages of 800 years and older – some even manage to stay physically active, seemingly unfazed by ageing altogether. Most commonly Nyr that grow this old actually drift off and die peacefully in their sleep, their bodies simply giving in after almost a millennium of work, life, and dreams fulfilled. Rarely they are plagued by illness – such things tend to cause death much sooner. It is general belief and a proven tendency that individuals surpassing the age of 900 years are less likely to get ill – their bodies went through so much already and survived, no sickness can truly harm them anymore if they truly are at peace with themselves and this world.

Sex, Gender, Reproduction

Looking at sex and gender, the Nyr’s situation is not only pretty unique but also hard to pin down. There is no distinct differentiation between various biological sexes or expressed genders as it is often practised in other cultures. Nyrval, the Nyr’s native language, has a multitude of words expressing a large variety of social genders and biological sex characteristics, including a person’s social status. There are numerous pronouns and other terms expressing how people see themselves in terms of sex, gender, whether they want children or already are parents (or not), and more, in a variety of combinations.

Most of these terms are difficult or sheer impossible to translate into any other language in a simple manner, as they express abstract concepts unique to the Nyr. This poses a slight problem sometimes when speaking or learning other languages with vastly different ideas of gender. With Ivendarea becoming more open to the outside world and when speaking in foreign languages, an individual might use words and pronouns of the foreign language that fit themselves the best, even if they don’t apply 100% to reality. A person might call themself “woman” in Trade, because they share some physical characteristics or have the social status associated with a different culture’s views on what a “woman” is – but in fact the Nyr in question might actually rather look like what the other culture would refer to as a “man” instead. This can now and then cause some confusion or surprises in everyday conversation.

Overall the Nyr population has relatively low birth-rates compared to other intelligent species, but this is compensated through their very long lifespans of approximately 950 years. On average families have one or two children. Pregnancies without complications last a year, and usually only one child is born at a time. Twins or even triplets are extremely rare, and it is sadly likely that only one of the children is born alive, despite all medical accomplishments and efforts.

Nyr are theoretically capable of procreating with Assadin, Aapha, and Jali, but a pregnancy even occurring is very rare – the proof in the form of children of such mixed heritage exists though. But, even while such unions are possible and can produce offspring, they are less common and in some communities even looked down upon due to historical social tensions between the different groups, particularly the Assadin and the Nyr.

Mixed children with a Nyr parent will often show the distinctly pointed ears and have a duller or pale skin tone compared to the other parent. The dark sclera of the Nyr’s eyes are usually not inherited, but the vibrant iris colours can be.

Interspecies Relationships

Ever since the first Darthonians landed on Ivendarea’s shores the Nyr haven’t been alone in their nation anymore. While they strive to live in a peaceful society in coexistance with other peoples, ethnicities, and nationalities, tensions are sometimes unavoidable.

The Nyr and the Assadin

This being said, to speak of “tensions” between Nyr and Assadin would be an understatement. The Assadin of the far away continent of Atrana came to the country not as explorers but as conquerors, violently seizing power a little over 500 years ago. To the Assadin this is a long time, as their lives are much shorter than the Nyr’s. In return there are Nyr still alive today who witnessed the conquest with their own eyes, participated in the fights, and lost loved ones to Zerenda’s army. Many were resentful towards even signing a peace treaty, and while most are convinced that Assadin rule won’t last forever, the uncertainty of their future causes even more tensions. Those Nyr born under Assadin rule are deeply divided, on the one hand knowing the stories of their elders and the suffering caused by the invaders, on the other hand holding on to the shaky peace with all their might, not wanting another outbreak of war. Branded traitors of their own people by “assimilating” into the Assadin way of life they feel like they belong to neither group. Most Nyr are convinced a true peace can only come when a Nyr is the sole ruler again. Their hatred isn’t even directed at those Assadin who followed their ruler into a more hopeful life on the peninsula, their own homeland torn apart by civil war. They are free to stay, but as guests of Ivendarea, community-members, not as rulers.

An important differentiation has to be made between the different sub-groups of Assadin and their particular relationships with the Nyr. The Kessem, originally of the now purged nation of Astairus are Zerenda’s people and descendants. The Kunae, also considered Assadin, but an ethnic subgroup from a tiny nation highly dependent on the Kessem, came to Ivendarea basically as work slaves who only slowly began to gain their independence here. While both groups are considered conquerors by the natives, the Nyr have a little bit more sympathy with the Kunae, who face similar discrimination in a variety of walks of life as the Nyr themselves.

The Nyr and the Darthonians

The Darthonians (or as they call themselves, the “Aapha”) share a long political relationship not always free of difficulties, but never marked by violence. Ivendarea’s northern neighbours are renowned seafarers and inventors. They were the first outside nation getting into contact with the isolated Nyr, and they themselves lived a very isolated life in their nation of snow and ice. Particularly in cities like Westpoint and Canwyl there is a large percentage of Darthonians among the population, with families almost as old as the nation of Ivendarea itself.

Tensions have begun to grow between the peoples only fairly recently with the marriage of king Leoros and princess Therstina of Darthonis. The politically motivated marriage brought up the question, why no Iovana of the Nyr had ever considered marrying a Darthonian royal to closer tie the nations together. Also, while both Nyr and Darthonians had been treated equal by Assadin rulership so far, ever since the union Darthonians have begun to receive advantages over their Nyr peers, creating more and more of a social divide in the less homogeneous communities where both groups are present.

The Nyr and the Kitu

After the Darthonians, the Kitu were the second group of outsiders to land on the shores of western Ivendarea. They are a subgroup of the Jali, sharing a strong natural magical inclination with the Nyr they immediately felt welcome and at home. A marginalized community in their own homeland Drua Shye they began to thrive in Ivendarea, but compared to the Darthonians they are a small group without much political influence and also not too keen on the Assadin rulers.

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