#stories from people at ordinary temples series

[a-chuffed-floating-panda]

Some of my air nomad arrow concept designs.

(Idk 👉🏼👈🏼🥺 how to draw like really specific details yet, but I’m trying)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #air nomads #conceptdesign #arrow concept art #stories from people at ordinary temples series #chuffed panda tries to draw #art? idk #art #my art #the naga and sea serpent are supposed to look like their counter part I just don’t know how to draw the specifics yet #I just took the key details for now #my drawings #concept ideas

[ellastone-olsen]

The Legend of Sleepy Valley - Wanda Maximoff (part 1)

★Pairing: Vampire!Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Summary: no one had ever seen the family members living in the huge estate nearby. maybe this is not just the case and they are hiding something. legends surround this place and soon you will find out for yourself where is the truth and where is the lies. this is the first time a vampire will not kill her victim.

★Warnings: NSFW 18+ (in future parts), dark au, blood, stalking, mentions of murders, nightmares, slowburn

★Word count: 2.6k

★AN: I decided to re-read Dracula and an idea came to me. this is my first series fic and the first part is preparation for the most interesting things. maybe there will be one or two more parts, I don’t know how much my imagination will suffice.

The small village of less than one hundred fifty people could not boast of special wealth, but as they say, human blood is not water, this is the true wealth that these people had. If only they knew about it.

Away from the crowd of dilapidated houses stood the old estate of the Maximoff family, whose history dates back to ancient times. No one could say exactly how long ago they settled, but every generation of people who lived here knew who lived in the ancient “castle” as the locals called it. Family members did not often catch the eye of the village residents, preferring a secluded life without “good neighbors” nearby. All you knew about them was information gleaned from the legends that parents told their children, passing on these terrible stories from generation to generation.

One of them said that it was the Maximoff family that was behind the disappearance and fatal diseases of ordinary peasants who lived in these parts. If someone’s livestock died, it means that people’s turn will soon come. No one could explain exactly how they were involved in this, which is why they were legends. Some said that all the troubles began with the arrival of the first ancestor - Konstantin Maximoff. As soon as this man set foot on the dead, poor soil of these regions, terrible things began to happen.

But who are you to believe in stupid old legends? Now is not the time when people rely on fairy tales. This was the age of computer technology and the Internet, so you could read horror stories on Google. It’s a shame that the stories turned out to be true, what’s even worse is that you learned this from your own experience.

“Why did you kill me? Why did you kill me?" You looked in horror at the doorway in which stood a man... no, a child, judging by his height, about 7 years old, but his face was not visible. Only glowing beady pupils and a dark silhouette, that’s what you could make out in the pitch darkness of the tiny room. “I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill you.” You tried to move, but it was all in vain. The body froze like a heavy marble stone. The brain was already awake, but the limbs were stuck to the mattress of the bed. Heart beat out a fast, ragged rhythm, threatening to jump out through ribs. No one would come to the rescue, you knew. “Why why did you kill me.” The hallucination repeated these words like a prayer in the temple of the Lord God, to which you were ready to go any minute. What to do, what to do, probably the same as always. Scream.

An eardrum-breaking screech escaped from your chest, maybe someone will hear it? But absolutely everything that happened was only in your head. Together with the scream, flashing flashes began to hit eyes, a good sign that the method was working. If anyone had heard the screeching, they would probably have gone deaf.

You suddenly sit up in bed, breathing as if you had run a marathon and won. It was all over, but the fear remained. Sleep paralysis was never limited only to the state of paralysis itself; even after them, anxiety was with you, sticking to the subcortex of consciousness like soft molasses. You turned on the light in the room and picked up the phone. The clock showed 3:42 am, if you are lucky, within an hour you will fall asleep again. Your finger clicked on the messenger icon and you entered a chat created specifically for communication between people living in your village and surrounding area.

Your eyes quickly scanned hundreds of messages and ads for old junk when photos of the scene caught your attention. It was talking about another cattle killing of one of your neighbors. People, as always, wrote that these were wolves or pumas, which often live in these parts. At least the claw marks were definitely not left by a human. A terrible bloody mess, what more can you say. Soon panic will sweep the village again, because everyone knows that this will be followed by the death of one of the residents. Damn it, sitting at home all day long again was the first thing your sleepy brain generated. Well, let it be, but you will get some sleep for the first time in the last couple of months.

The phone slowly fell from your hand onto the soft, fresh sheets and your lead-filled eyelids fell into your eyes. Finally the long-awaited dream. You saw your past, but more exaggerated. Winter frost, a scarf that covers half of your face and you don’t know where to go. The picture changed and you found yourself on the red carpet, walking towards the door at the end of a hundred-meter corridor. There are white walls and camera flashes all around. You didn't know where you were going, but it seemed like a good place. The door opened revealing a round room with a bunch of people and animals. A ginger cat similar to yours came up to you and you extended your hand to pet him, but the animal grabbed you with its teeth, biting over and over again. The claws passed along your forearm, leaving red droplets of blood, the wonderful dream again became a nightmare and you opened your eyes.

Your room again. The lights were off. It's strange, you didn't seem to turn it off. Perhaps mom woke up and walked past the room. Your gaze could not focus on anything, you looked around, blinked a couple of times and looked into the doorway. Someone was standing there again. A woman with long hair, you would think it was your mother, but she had short shoulder length hair. Again, hallucination is the first thing that came to your mind. You tried to bend your leg to make sure that this was the case, but the movement was easy and you sat down in fear. The figure was still standing in place and eyes accustomed to the darkness could discern clothing in the form of a knee-length dress, boots and a jacket, it seems? The head of the unknown woman in your room tilted to the side, she was also looking at you. She studied, as if deciding what to do next. It seemed that being noticed was not part of her plans.

"Who are you?" the vocal cords did not produce anything louder than a whisper. And only now did you notice a strange pain in your hand, in the same place where the cat scratched you in your sleep. You grabbed the forearm of your left hand, feeling the moisture under your palm and lifted it to get a better look. You couldn’t see anything in the darkness and you licked your palm to feel the metallic taste. Liquid scarlet blood was streaked and still leaking from the scratches, not deep enough to leave scars.

In response to your action, the stranger loudly sniffed air and seemed to... growl. But people don't know how to make SUCH sounds. “Did you do this?” you extended your palm to her, but instead of answering, the dark figure disappeared outside your bedroom. You wanted to catch up with her, but got tangled in the blanket and fell to the floor, cursing under your breath. When you went into the common room, no one was there anymore. Not a trace of anyone else's presence.

The morning greeted with the rays of the sun, which lay softly on your face. The smell of homemade pancakes wafted from the kitchen, the recently returned birds chirped on the tree branches as if they were wound up.

The phone was still lying next to you and the clock on the screen showed noon. Among hundreds of notifications overnight, you found a message from your friend Lily, which read: “I’ll pick you up at one o’clock in the afternoon.” Well, at least you had an hour to get ready. Surely, after those messages about the murder, your parents would lock you at home, and you wanted to have time to take a walk in the first days of spring.

While you were sitting in the kitchen and looking at one point, while finishing breakfast, your thoughts returned to this night. There was no doubt that the first thing that happened to you was sleep paralysis, but what happened then? How could someone sneak into your family home so silently and without a trace, why did this woman need to watch you, and even more so... You could write off the incident as another nightmare, but your forearm still stung. Raising your hand, you saw scratches that were already covered with a blood crust and were in the process of healing. Oh no, it wasn’t definitely a hallucination. When you got out of bed, the first thing you did was check your room for missing valuables, but everything was there. Apparently the only thing this strange woman touched was you. Today before going to bed you need to check all the locks in the house, all the windows and make an impregnable fortress out of it.

“Are you sure you want to go there?” The question hung in the warm spring air. Your friend was dragging you by the hand to the so-called Sleepy Valley. The children of your village were not allowed to go there, firstly because flocks of sheep usually grazed there, and secondly...

“Y/N, do you know why this place is called that way?.” Of the two of you, you knew more about local folklore, so you easily found the desired legend in the memory archives. The legend of the Sleepy Valley.

“My mother told me that there were always sheep grazing there, but one day a shepherd came into the valley and the whole flock was lying on the grass. It looked like someone had thrown cotton balls around. It looked as if the animals were simply asleep, but when the man approached one of the sheep, he realized that it was dead. They were all dead. Some maniac or animal ripped out the throats of the poor animals. This is where the name comes from.” You finished the story and were walking through the wild forest when you saw an opening. Perhaps there were such stories around this place, but there was no other place for walking cattle in the vicinity.

As the tall trees retreated, a majestic field stretched around, with a herd of fluffy white sheep as usual. Lily pulled you by the arms a little away from the animals to sit on the fresh green grass looking up at the sky. The two of you just lay there and listened to the chirping of tits, voluminous white clouds rushed above you, forming bizarre shapes. Life seemed unreal at that moment.

Only in the forest from where you came out it was watching you. Red eyes scanned everything that was happening, and acute inhuman hearing caught your conversation even at a distance of twenty meters. Your night visitor did not miss the chance to follow the first person whom she, for some reason unknown to her, did not kill during close contact. Wanda was patient, even too patient, and something about you caught her attention that night. Maybe your peace of mind or... No, it’s too early to think about that. In any case, she spent the rest of the night waiting for you to wake up and leave the house.

For so many years that she lived on this sinful earth, the daughter of the Maximoff family could tell a lot from a person’s blood. She drank dozens of people dry and each was unique in their own way, from the first sips one could understand what kind of life a person lived and what it was like, blood for her was a thing in which the essence of human nature was hidden. None of her victims had aroused an iota of interest or compassion in her, until that day.

Once every few months, Wanda’s family could afford such a delicacy as a few people from the village for whom no one would grieve. She liked to stretch out the pleasure and start with cattle, leaving human lives for dessert. Then she decided to watch the future victims and find the most tasty morsel in her opinion; in the end, her choice fell on a young beautiful girl like you. When life is in full swing, taking it away is many times more pleasant and sweeter.

That night, her plans included killing you, drinking to the last drop like everyone else before, but standing right next to you, she froze. Something was wrong. Why were your eyes open but you didn't move? She heard your heart that was ready to jump out, but it was not because of her. It seemed like you saw something that she didn’t see and she became curious. The woman walked into the darkness of the room, to the farthest corner, and watched. So you woke up, jumped out of bed and nervously turned on the light. Wanda sensed your fear, but did not understand what it was connected with.

Waiting for you to fall back into the world of dreams, she turned off the light that was blinding her and came closer, running her sharp nails along your arm to collect a small portion of blood for testing. When the first drops touched her tongue, her pupils dilated, covering the irises of the vampire's red eyes. The blood was saturated with adrenaline and was even sweeter than she expected and your personal taste. There was something about it that she couldn't place, something familiar. She took a closer look at your calm face, noticing what a cute little thing you were in her hands. No, killing you was too great a loss, she turned on her heels to hide as quietly as she appeared, but a rustling was heard behind her.

Wanda stood in the doorway and watched as you woke up for the second time that night. It’s surprising how you didn’t notice her right away, but when she saw your wet, rough tongue running over your palm, licking the scarlet substance, something clicked in her. “Did you do this?” your voice, hoarse from sleep, has long since become a spring deep inside her being. She needed to leave right now if she didn't want to kill you or take you by force.

The woman silently left the house and sat down nearby in the wild raspberry bushes. "She was beautiful, but who the hell was that?" Thoughts were heard in her head, but they were not hers. She heard your thoughts and her eyes widened, remembering what her stepmother told her many decades ago. If her memory did not deceive her, and it did not deceive her, then when sampling a person’s blood, if they arent killed, she will be able to hear all the thoughts associated with her. Then, being a recently converted vampire, Wanda did not attach any importance to this, because she did not think that something would happen that she would not complete the job. Apparently this was very arrogant on her part.

But since this has happened, why not entertain yourself for the first time in the last two hundred and ninety-seven years. From that moment on, she had her own personal human.

Part 2?

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat #wandanat x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #mommy wanda #wanda marvel

[shiraglassman]

Hey, I know this is kind of a dumb question, but I came across a TikTok about a month ago suggesting that dragons (the western, fire breathing, princess snatching, treasure hoarding ones) were rooted in antisemitic in the same way something like goblins are. I couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not, and it kind of sent me into a tailspin, since I’ve always loved dragons (I read the WoF series ONCE and wouldn’t shut up about it for 3 years), and I was worried that I would have to drop them entirely for fear of offending someone. I can definitely see the similarities between common antisemitic tropes and dragon tropes, but I’ve always heard that the origins of the western dragon were that it was just a scalier of the devil and not meant to represent any marginalized community. However, I am not Jewish in any way, and I’m aware it’s not my place to dictate what is and isn’t harmful, so I was curious as to what you thought. (Sorry about how long this is TuT)

I held on to this ask for a few weeks to try to make sure my response made sense, so here goes. Disclaimer that I'm just one Jewish woman who loves dragons, and I claim no expertise or position of authority. I can't guarantee that someone won't look at your special interests and judge you unfairly. I also can't guarantee that you'll be hyperaware enough and careful enough to catch dogwhistles if they're subtle, compared with ordinary fictional dragons. What I can guarantee is that your average Jewish person is not going to assume you are more unsafe to be around than other unknown gentiles just because you like dragons, but fandom spaces and Tumblr spaces sometimes represent a skewed or specific cross-section of the population and may react differently. I can't make any of those calls. I don't want to tell you to start tuning out marginalized people when we speak about our issues including bad representation, but I also don't think "every Western dragon" is a problem the same way the entire perception of Halloween witches is, for example. For "some reason" (antisemitism) we've decided that big hooked noses are a thing you strap to your face to fake being a witch, or the way witches look in clip art. This is an issue because it takes a simple, neutral feature that some of us have and exaggerates it to the point of looking nonhuman. "Ha ha," says the trope. "Wouldn't it be funny if this trait that these Others have was so different and so jarring in appearance that they looked as different as they truly are, from us, the In Group?"

If the same group of folks who had anxiety about us coexisting alongside them created the witch aesthetic as created the Western dragon lore, and indeed much of old-fashioned European fantasy, it's easy to see how their feelings about us an other marginalized groups (disabled people etc.) creep into the stories. HOWEVER, it's also incredibly easy for dragons to not be us. Or have anything to do with us. If you're nervous when writing your own stories that someone is going to mistake your greedy characters for Jewish-coded, try to establish that real (human or otherwise) Jewish characters coexist with the greedy dragon or whatever to show that you're not using the dragon as a subconscious Jewish reference. But if you're talking about just "can I continue to buy dragon merch from creators who draw cute art", the only thing I can tell you is that there's an intense diversity of opinion among the Jewish people and even though I'm saying it's fine and probably most people at my temple would say it's fine, I can't account for strangers on apps I don't even have. Personally, I think you're safe as long as you avoid dragon things that evoke the trope directly. And many MANY dragons don't even evoke the trope these days, because so many millennials and younger grew up adoring dragons so we launched media where dragons are good. And don't even always hoard wealth. Much of modern dragon media seems to ignore the greedy and/or hoarding tropes entirely or have replaced greed as a motivator for the collections with "this dragon has a special interest", which is cute and doesn't evoke antisemitic tropes at all. You'll probably be able to make good judgments about what does the trope and what doesn't, but for some additional help here is a post Meir and I did on @writingwithcolor, which is where we'd prefer these questions be directed (yes, I know we're closed currently but we're reopening soon.) P.S. If this was sent to my personal specifically to avoid the WWC ask box being closed, please don't — that's an amount of volunteer work I simply can't take on. But I also know that it's possible and likely that you didn't know about WWC at all, so now you do — feel free to peruse our vast archives of past posts. @im-tired1124

#jumblr #jewish #dragons #antisemitism #tropes #dog whistles #im-tired1124

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 3

So much happened in this episode! (Although I might have missed something because half of the ep I was suffering from a serious case of second-hand embarrassment, because they were filming the series among ordinary people in tourist places and these people were staring and I was dying of embarrassment 💀).

I have to admit, jealous, stressed Phaya was great. I like a good portrayal of possessiveness and Phaya is good at it because he's not violent in his jealousy, just more worried ✨

It was good to see Phaya in a different environment, it turns out he lives in a palace and is an artist, like a prince. So this making out in red paint in a studio scene, it still COULD be Phaya/Tharn 👀

I really liked the fact that the series didn't drag on any threads. Ooooh mysterious amulet? Abbot: this amulet was given to you by Tharn 😀 end of story. Already in this episode there are glimpses of their previous lives, they are already returning to their team, good pacing, stuff is being talked about, explained, discussed. Other series - please take notes!

My beloved Tharn, pretending not to want to be with Phaya, at the same time perfectly attuned to his mood and behavior. Always thinking about him and worrying about him 🥺 Tharn is visibly stressed, he wants to give in to Phaya, everyone around him is encouraging him to do so, but he is so afraid. I really liked their sparring scene: Tharn - stressed, tense, lashing out. Nervous and then sexual tension in this scene, Phaya relaxed when he finally sees Tharn and that he is fine, he doesn't push because he notices that Tharn is not himself, that he reacts differently. Phaya allows him to take it out on himself, also he knows that this is the best way to convince Tharn - by giving him a choice, an opportunity to fight, not making arguments and forcing him. Phaya won, he gained, not forced contact with Tharn. And it works, because Tharn is distracted from his worries, and he turns from a stressed little cat, into a predatory cat on the hunt (you can literally see the moment of his transformation and when the stress comes off him, replaced by something else 🔥). I love Phaya in this scene, how he controls himself and the situation. He could have led it in any direction, but he stopped because he had achieved his goal. Phaya is so cool, I love how pushy he is at the right moments and how he withdraws at others.

I liked showing their relationships with family and friends, I loved Tharn and Sand. "Aways finding excuses when I ask you about girls" omg girl lol. It's also cool that Tharn and Phaya are so cute together, but it gets me every time when they are like two bro dudes together lmao this is such a whiplash 😂

Team leader, please lead me 😍 Happy to see his pretty face, he's so strict and professional. I would love to see him in a relationship with someone.

Tharn…gosh, but he's SO BEAUTIFUL. I can't stop looking at him. This episode especially spoiled me, so many scenes, so many versions of Tharn, each more beautiful than the previous one, at the pool (I appreciate that he didn't have long shorts and that his speedos were red), with a wig, even slightly unkempt with his hair not perfectly done in the temple scenes, Tharn always looks like a million dollars ✨ (but I have to ask, isn't Babe standing on a box, or at least on his tiptoes, in some scenes? because that's so cute)

The Kiss - how is it, that it wasn't a full make-out session, but it was still one of the sweetest, most natural kisses I've ever seen? 💖 The chemistry between Billy and Babe and the fact that they clearly have no problems with physical closeness and intimacy, hm?

I like that Wansarat is shown as male, at least that's how I understood it. Wild theory time! Wansarat secretly met with Sakuna, even though he shouldn't (these are hostile deities?), Sakuna was punished, he could have died and Wansarat saved him by doing something wrong, maybe killing someone, for which he pays in subsequent incarnations. Wansarat may also have been promised to another serpent deity (Chalothon) who truly loved/wanted him and now this deity wants Wansarat back in the form of Tharn. End of wild theory time.

Phaya has completely abandoned all pretenses and openly says that he likes Tharn and kisses him in his own house. He's such a freak, I love him 😍

#the sign the series #thai bl #bl drama

[pastel-omegas-blog]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

Chapter four. Chapter five

CHAPTER FIVE

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The holy temple of Trovia is a vast and holy place. With the building and land having such a rich and diverse history.

The land itself had been chosen by the gods and goddesses  and had been regarded as a holy ground.  The walls of the temple had been built from 'pure' materials mined  and grown from the power of the imperial family and the very first pope chosen by the higher beings themselves. The growing of the proper materials took over a decade to be properly mined and when they finally did, the creation of a masterpiece took place.

They chose only strong young men that had been strictly trained and taught the ways of their gods from a young age, so no impure or immoral thoughts or actions would take place during it's construction. The building itself took almost fifteen years to be completed,  but after that it was a sight to behold.

The structure was made of pure white marble and limestone, walls had holy månå stones imbedded in them to protect the building from any evil magic or persons that would try to infiltrate the place. Gold and silver decorated every single corner of the building, forming astonishing designs, even going as far as to have the ancient texts on the wall written in pure gold. Beautiful paintings that told stories and highlighted the beauty and strength of the gods decorated every wall in sight, adding to the already marvelous appearance. Apart from the already vast halls and rooms added to the building, they also had ballroom sized rooms created specially for each individual god and goddess they served, decorating the space with only elements that represented said deity in each respective room.

The whole size of the building was twice the size of the Imperial palace ground

They successfully managed to create an architectural master piece. A haven on this wretched earth. A place that would guide innocent souls back on the right path. Rumours had it that the design for said building had been thought of by the gods and goddesses themselves and they had bestowed the knowledge of it to the first pope who then drew it down, because the people believed no ordinary human mind would be able to think of such a wonder with running mad right after.

The holy temple was given the name " EGUAE IMOLE " meaning  ' Palace of light '.

A befitting name for such a place. Because when ever the sun would shine it would have an almost golden glow radiating of it and when the sky bleed into the dark skies of the night, the light from the stars and the moon herself made the building start showing off a soft silvery glow.

It truly was a gift from the gods.

The building would go on to witness the different rise and fall if it's Empire, the bloody aftermaths of the wars that would take place, the age when humans, magic beings and demi humans finally set aside their difference and started to meet eye to eye the dominating new age of creating månå infused weapons and tools. The holy temple witnessed it all. Standing as strong as the day it was built, through those harsh years, never once breaking down or losing it ethereal glow as centuries upon centuries passed.

The holy temple was amazing yes, and what made it even more astonishing was the Pope.

Unlike other Empires who chose their popes through a series hard work and tests or the individual possessed amazing talents and skills, the Pope from the Trovian Empire was chosen from generation to generation from one family.

The Leoht Household.

A Ducal family known for producing candidates for the Pope position in the holy temple. Other than being descendants of the very first pope himself, they were people acknowledge for their intellect and varsity in the holy books and scriptures and how much of a blessing to the world land of Trovia really was.

Though the most extraordinary  thing about them was that they are naturally born with the ability to control holy månå. A månå element that hundreds of years ago was thought could only be bestowed on an individual if they were chosen by the gods. They were a house believed to be another blessing to the land, that and their beauty was something that was almost out of this world.

Silver hair that resembled that of the moons soft beams and pure white orbs that seemed to glow softly like stars. Their soft coloured hair and eyes, that had a fairy like charm to it was a great contrast to their natural skin tone. A deep cool earthy colour that seemed to shine when under the sun's rays. These were features inherited by almost all members of the Loeht bloodline. It made the people think of them as heavenly beings that had been perfectly crafted by the gods, giving them eternal beauty while still being able to recognize as normal human beings with unimaginable powers.

But even though everyone from this family was amazing. Only the very best were chosen to be pope candidates and only the most perfect among them would be the next great leader of the EGUAE IMOLE.

Candidates were chosen from the ages  two and would be trained rigorously until the age of fifteen, then the abilities and knowledge they had managed to hone over the years would be put under harder pressure for three years. The last person standing would be the one to take over the present Pope once they felt they had done enough, but until then the winning candidate would learn under them and gain more knowledge and experience as they go. The trail was held for all eligible members no matter what second gender they would present as later on in life.

It was a process that was repeated through out each generation, yet people of the current era would all have to agree that their current Pope had to be better than those of all the previous generations combined.

He was a man who radiated prestige, and a very bold charisma and his presence demanded authority, yet at the same he was a gentle as the summer breeze and had a tender smile that reminded people of pretty blooming flowers during the coming of a new spring.

A gentlemanly Alpha who was soft with his words, but at the same time his voice demanded all attention on him. A man who would never discriminate against others because of their race. A beautiful man with a beautiful heart and golden soul.   With a månå reserve far greater than all of his predecessors combined.

Alvar Leoht.

The current Pope of the Holy temple truly was an amazing person.

So it would only make sense if he had a partner who was up to his standards and shared an air of prestige almost equal to his.

And who else would be a better candidate other than the one and only saint of the mighty Trovian Empire?

Soft silky sky blue hair, dazzling amethyst purple eyes, pretty porcelain skin, plush thin peach lips and a delicate figure. His sweet scent of strawberries and roses that always seemed to draw people closer to him.

The most perfect omega the Pope had ever set his eyes on

 A man so holy and blessed  by the gods should have belonged too him.  Their fates were supposed to be intertwined.

They should have been together. They were absolutely perfect together in his eyes.

So the silver haired man didn't understand why the gods had taken away his fated pair and had given him to another man.

A man who was too dark for him. A man who would forever continue to stain his hands with blood from both the innocent and sinners. A man who didn't care for people who he thought were beneath him and took joy in other peoples suffering. 

A blood thirsty tyrant was who the gods had given his beloved too!

Alvar wanted to intervene, to stop the madness and swoop the smaller man into the safety of his own arms.... But he couldn't. Not only would he be selfish for doing so, something that went against his beliefs, but he didn't have the power to do so. He would never bring himself to admit it, but his love looked happier with the black hearted beast, his smile was brighter, his scent was sweeter. The omega's whole demeanor became more loveable. The alpha would do absolutely anything to make him happy. No matter the cost or how he badly it would affect the man himself later on.

So as his milky white eyes stared at the contents of the letter in his hands he couldn't help but feel conflicted. 

' Dear Ally... '

 The dark skinned man felt his lips twicth upwards at the familiar nickname.

" I hope you've been doing well and haven't been over stressing yourself! Just because I'm not there anymore to force you to get some rest, doesn't mean you shouldn't give yourself a break. "

Alvar felt his heart warm up at the words. Leon had always being so worried about his well being when he was still in the temple, he was glad that hadn't changed with the time the other had spent away from him.

 "  With that set aside I need to ask you for a favor.

Lord M/N's case from what I've heard from the doctors is in a very critical condition. "

Alvar couldn't stop the smile on his lips from falling as he read the name of the tyrant's former spouse. It was not like the Pope didn't like the man. They had gotten together a few times for the planning of a few scared rituals in the past, that and temple used to supply him pills on the former Emperor's command ( the usually monthly supply stopping after the h/c man got poisoned ).

The silver haired man felt neutral around the current Emperor's former spouse. He had a good head on his shoulders ( although most of the time it was only filled with thoughts of how to please his husband ). He wasn't as stuck up as the nobles of upper aristocracy, he was just... there. 

 Alvar didn't have any hatred towards the h/c omegas himself, but he absolutely despised the dark månå he had seen flowing through the petite man's body, a sign that confirmed what the Pope had been told his whole life about the s/c man. 

He was a devil reincarnation. A bane to everything the god's considered Holy.  A walking curse on the blessed land given to them. If he hadn't been present on the day the sealing ritual had been performed on the other when he was still a pup, he wouldn't have known just how dangerous he truly was. But Alvar would never be able to forget those glowing red eyes and cross pupils that glared into his soul as the being let out a ghoulish scream and cursed at them.

That terrifying sight still sent shivers to his core as if now. He didn't want his love associating with the h/c man at all. What if that demon vessel tried to corrupt him?

" Yet his cousin the countess seems to be getting more energetic by the day, although she's beginning to look more exhausted and I fear for her wellbeing. Her change started about a month ago. I tried to ask her what had happened, whether the lord had recovered, but she refused to talk to me. She acted hostile and was glaring at me the entire time. I'm sure she thinks I'm the reason for her cousin's current state simply because Marrav chose me over him, but I really admire the lord and just want to know about his well being. The last time I saw her was over a month ago so I can't even enquire about his health a "

Alvar couldn't stop the anger flickering in his heart , his eyes darkening a bit as his grip on the paper got tighter, causing the material to crinkle.

How dare that wench treat his beloved like that?!!

She should be grateful that the saint was even giving her the time of day and had the heart to ask about that devil container in her care. Leon was always kind hearted, but the alpha didn't like how he showed that kindness to people who were unworthy of it. He feared that the omega's kindness would make people use him.

" And the more worrying part is that Basil has started ignoring me and has started disappearing without a trace and not telling me about his whereabouts. I'm sure he's going over to his master's side and I'm worried that the lord's inevitable demise is causing him to feel down and bothered, that's why he's been acting cold and distant towards me. "

The alpha took in a deep breath to calm himself lest he rip the paper in his hands. The silver haired male had never taking a liking to the pink haired alpha. He was always so arrogant and full of himself. A hot headed man who was to proud for his own good. He had tried to divert Leon away from him, not trusting the alpha with the omega's delicate self, because he didn't want his actions to hurt the blue haired man.

Looks like he hadn't severed their connection as much as he thought.

" I know that they are just struck with grief and mean nothing with their actions, still I wish I could do more for the both of them.

My favor is this. 

Could you please come over and give the lord a quick farewell prayer? I know your a very busy man, but please Ally?

​​​​​​For me? I want the lord to be able to enjoy a peaceful afterlife. I'm sure a prayer from you will cleanse whatever evil månå is stuck in him. Could you please come as soon as you can? Before it's too late for him

                                                  Leon Valryon

 "

Alvar looked reread the last name the omega had used to sign off the letter, hoping his eyes were playing tricks on him, but nothing ever changed.

His chest began to burn and his throat went dry, his tall broad form twicthing every once in a while.  He knew the last name to well.

How couldn't he? 

How couldn't anyone for that matter

It was the last name borne by the imperial family.

Alvar saw red for a moment, his usually calm månå energy flaring up for a brief second before he calmed down. 

His heart was to weak against the omega to ever stay mad at him, plus he had even asked him for a favor.

The pope could never say no to his lovely saint.

" Were leaving for the palace. Please assemble everyone. "  the silver haired man  spoke up, softly dropping the paper on his mahogany carved desk, before turing to look towards his right hand man who was waiting by the door to his office.

" Yes your holiness " a masculine voice  responded his tone void of any emotion,  bowing in front of the man, his long blond locks falling against his face before he stood up straight again ,not bothering to ask any questions. He already knew the reason for the alpha's haste.

That man was involved.

Alvar noticed the grim look on the other's usually chirpy face

" Is there a problem Louis ? "

Said man quickly shook his head , his normal giddy expression falling back in place.

" Oh it's noting Your Grace, please don't mind me. I just remembered something I forgot to do is all " the blond replied, his smile becoming more strained when he heared the silver haired man mutter under his breath. ' How typical of you. Honestly if you weren't family I would have given your post to someone more eligible for it '

The blond man didn't say a word.

Not like he could anyways.

He waited for the Pope to compose himself, before followed the taller man out of the study, going to gather the members needed for their small trip. 

Walking along the vast halls of the holy temple alone gave him time to think to himself. An annoyed sigh left his lips.

He guessed going to the palace wasn't that bad, although it sped up his plans by a few weeks he could adjust.

Louis quickly stopped by his room to pick up a bottle. He had been working on it since he returned. It was almost as perfect as his first one. He shook the bottle, watching as the liquid inside swirled around. 

The vivid green colour matching that of his own  green eyes perfectly. He quickly put the bottle into the pocket of his pure white robe, patting it softly so it wouldn't be noticable, before quickly leaving behind his rusty room.

His steps had a bit more bounce to them as he made his way through the halls once more, but he couldn't help himself. 

He couldn't wait to see what this exciting new future held for him and his partner. He was smarter and more experienced now, so he wouldn't be falling for any tricks.

He hoped it would be the same for the h/c man. 

#omegaverse #mc #nobility #omega male reader #dearly detested #x male reader #leon #x omega male reader #Alvar #Louis

[doumekiss]

My personal favorites of 2022

Books (Fiction)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (Singshong)

The Murderbot Diaries Series (Martha Wells)

In other Lands (Sarah Rees Brennan)

Nona The Ninth (Tamsyn Muir)

Carrie Soto is Back (Taylor Jenkins Reid)

Nettle and Bone (T. Kingfisher)

The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks (Mackenzi Lee)

A Wizard's Guide to defensive Baking (T. Kingfisher)

The Iliad (Homer)

The Odyssey (Homer)

Tracy Flick Can't Win (Tom Perrotta)

Amber and Clay (Laura Amy Schlitz)

Nothing to see here (Kevin Wilson)

Sorrow and Bliss (Meg Mason)

Sea of Tranquility (Emily St. John Mandel)

Books (Non-fiction)

Nothing to Envy : Ordinary Lives in North Korea (Barbara Demick)

Empire of Pain : The Secret History of The Sackler Dynasty (Patrick Radden Keefe)

On the move : a life (Oliver Sacks)

The Road to Jonestown : Jim Jones and The Peoples Temple (Jeff Guin)

This is going to hurt (Adam Kay)

Voices from Chernobyl : The Oral History of a Disaster (Svetlana Alexievich)

Rogues : True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels and Crooks (Patrick Radden Keefe)

Mean Baby (Selma Blair)

An Anthropologist on mars (Oliver Sacks)

I'm glad my mom died (Jennette McCurdy)

Killers of the flower moon (David Grann)

Awakenings (Oliver Sacks)

Last Night at the Viper Room (Gavin Edwards)

The Man who mistook his wife for a hat (Oliver Sacks)

Cultish : The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell)

Mangas/Manwhas/Comics

Dungeon Meshi (Ryoko Kui)

Witch Hat Atelier (Kamome Shirahama)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (Singshong, Sleepy-C)

Sousou no Frieren (Tsukasa Abe, Kanehito Yamada)

Beware The Villainess (Bbongdda Mask)

The Trash of The Count's Family (Yoo Ryeo Han)

The S-Classes I Raised (Geunseo)

Fun Home (Alison Bechdel)

Semantic Error (Jeo SuRi, Kim Angy)

I think our son is gay (Okura)

Villain Initialization (CuZn Moyou Tangman Culture)

Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon (Coolkyousinnjya)

Couple of Mirrors (Li Zongchen)

Antique Bakery (Fumi Yoshinaga)

Sign (Ker)

TV Shows

Severance - S01

Yellowjackets - S01

Interview with the vampire - S01

Abbott Elementary - S01-S02

The Sandman - S01

Taskmaster - S12-S14

Spy x Family - S01

Dexter : New Blood - Minisseries

Our Flag Means Death - S01

Ghosts - S01-S02 (US)

Kevin Can Fuck Himself - S02

Kotaro Lives Alone - S01

Bocchi The Rock - S01

Chernobyl - Minisseries

Beastars - S01-S02

Movies

Pearl

Encanto

Fire Island

Everything Everywhere All at Once

X

What did you eat yesterday : The Movie

Perfect Blue

Bright Lights

Luca

House of Gucci

The Last Duel

The Eyes of Tammy Faye

Spiderman : No Way Home

Class Action Park

Our Father

#2022 #books #movies #tv shows #mangas #comic books

[the-monkey-ruler]

Journey to the West Piolet Episode (1982) 西游记试集：除妖乌鸡国

Director: Yang Jie / Xun Hao / Ren Fengpo / Dong Xingji Screenwriter: Zou Yiqing / Dai Yinglu Starring: Liu Xiaolingtong / Ma Dehua / Wang Yue / Yan Huaili / Lei Ming / Zheng Chuqi / Wang Haining / Dong Honglin / Zhao Guangbin / Li Runsheng / Yang Yunfei / Dong Xingji Genre: Drama / Fantasy / Costume Country/Region of Production: Mainland China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 1982-10-01 (Mainland China) Duration: 56 minutes Also known as: Journey to the West (pilot): The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country / The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country / The Journey to the West Trial Episode / The Journey to the West Pilot Episode / The "Journey to the West" TV Series: The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country / 除妖乌鸡国 / 西游记试集 / 西游记试播集 / “西游记”电视系列片：除妖乌鸡国 Type: Retelling

Summary:

The story behind the pilot episode of Journey to the West "The Kingdom of the Black Chicken" If you were to ask which episode of "Journey to the West" was aired first, you would definitely say without hesitation that it was when the Monkey King first came out. In fact, the real first episode was "The Kingdom of the Black Chicken". This was an episode of trial filming in July 1982. The episode was broadcast on CCTV on October 1, 1982. It is said that after the broadcast, the response from the audience was still great, but the crew of Journey to the West thought it was very unsuccessful.

In the 1986 version of Journey to the West, Tang Monk wore a Five Buddha crown and a brocade cassock. However, during the trial filming in 1982, the crew in Yangzhou had not yet finished making the Five Buddha crown and cassock. Therefore, they could only prepare them for Tang Monk. He bought a set of casual clothes, which was an ordinary monk's hat and robe. At the beginning of the trial, Tang Monk walked into Baolin Temple wearing this outfit. The real and fake Tang Monk: played by Wang Yue, played by Chi Chongrui in the remake.

The deleted section of "Chenjiazhuang" in Episode 25 "Bo Sheng Bliss" At that time (1982-1988), due to lack of funds, the crew did not film five episodes of the story including "Dangerous Crossing of Tongtian River", but the episode of "Tongtian River" has many connections with the last episode:

Among them, the specific plot of "Life Saving Temple" is: the master and apprentice dried the scriptures and came to a temple, and found that the statues of their four masters and apprentices were enshrined inside. It turned out that this was Chenjiazhuang's gratitude to Master Tang Monk for fighting the carp spirit in Tongtian River. , the "Lifesaving Temple" built to save a pair of children of the Chen family enshrines incense. The four masters and apprentices were about to leave when they met Chen Qing and his wife who came to collect incense. Under the warm invitation, Master Tang and his disciples came to Chenjiazhuang to have an evening meal. The people in the village were very grateful to the four masters and disciples. In the evening, Master Tang and his disciples were in a hurry and did not want to disturb the people of Chenjiazhuang too much, so they left quietly.

The first eleven episodes were broadcast on February 3, 1984, "The Plan to Harvest Zhu Bajie" and "Three Strikes of Bone Demons", and the first eleven episodes were broadcast during the Spring Festival in 1986. The ending song "Dare to Ask Where is the Way" was sung by Zhang Baomo. In 1986, he completed the filming of "Lotus Cave", "Destroying Demons and Black Roosters" (remake), "Battle of the Red Boy", "Battle of Three Monsters", "Qu Jing Daughter's Kingdom", "Three-Tune Banana Fan", "Sweeping" There are nine episodes in "The Pagoda Discriminates Strange Injustices", "Wandering into Xiaoleiyin" and "Sun Houqiao Practices Medicine". In 1987, five episodes of "Falling into the Pansi Cave", "Four Explorations into the Bottomless Cave", "Jade Continent", "Tianzhu Collecting the Jade Rabbit" and "Bossing into Paradise" were completed. Starting from February 1, 1988, all the first 25 episodes were broadcast.

Source: https://movie.douban.com/subject/35952142/

Link: https://m.bilibili.com/video/BV1qv41167Qx

#Journey to the West Piolet Episode #西游记试集：除妖乌鸡国 #Journey to the West (pilot): The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country #The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country #The Journey to the West Trial Episode #The Journey to the West Pilot Episode #The “Journey to the West” TV Series: The Demon-Slaying Black-Chicken Country #除妖乌鸡国 #西游记试集 #西游记试播集 #“西游记”电视系列片：除妖乌鸡国 #jttw media #jttw television #television #live action #retelling #sun wukong #tang sanzang #monk tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #white bone spirit #white bone demon #rewrite

[rockislandadultreads]

AAPI Authors: Fantasy Picks to Check out

A Thousand Steps into Night by Traci Chee

In the realm of Awara, where gods, monsters, and humans exist side by side, Miuko is an ordinary girl resigned to a safe, if uneventful, existence as an innkeeper’s daughter. But when Miuko is cursed and begins to transform into a demon with a deadly touch, she embarks on a quest to reverse the curse and return to her normal life. Aided by a thieving magpie spirit and continuously thwarted by a demon prince, Miuko must outfox tricksters, escape demon hunters, and negotiate with feral gods if she wants to make it home again. But with her transformation comes power and freedom she never even dreamed of, and she’ll have to decide if saving her soul is worth trying to cram herself back into an ordinary life that no longer fits her… and perhaps never did.

A Magic Steeped in Poison by Judy I. Lin

I used to look at my hands with pride. Now all I can think is, "These are the hands that buried my mother." For Ning, the only thing worse than losing her mother is knowing that it's her own fault. She was the one who unknowingly brewed the poison tea that killed her—the poison tea that now threatens to also take her sister, Shu. When Ning hears of a competition to find the kingdom's greatest shennong-shi—masters of the ancient and magical art of tea-making—she travels to the imperial city to compete. The winner will receive a favor from the princess, which may be Ning's only chance to save her sister's life. But between the backstabbing competitors, bloody court politics, and a mysterious (and handsome) boy with a shocking secret, Ning might actually be the one in more danger.

Gods of Want: Stories by K-Ming Chang

In “Auntland,” a steady stream of aunts adjust to American life by sneaking surreptitious kisses from women at temple, buying tubs of vanilla ice cream to prepare for citizenship tests, and hatching plans to name their daughter “Dog.” In “The Chorus of Dead Cousins,” ghost-cousins cross space, seas, and skies to haunt their live-cousin, wife to a storm-chaser. In “Xífù,” a mother-in-law tortures a wife in increasingly unsuccessful attempts to rid the house of her. In “Mariela,” two girls explore one another’s bodies for the first time in the belly of a plastic shark while in “Virginia Slims,” a woman from a cigarette ad comes to life. And in “Resident Aliens,” a former slaughterhouse serves as a residence to a series of widows, each harboring her own calamitous secrets. With each tale, K-Ming Chang gives us her own take on a surrealism that mixes myth and migration, corporeality and ghostliness, queerness and the quotidian. Stunningly told in her feminist fabulist style, these are uncanny stories peeling back greater questions of power and memory.

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

The people suffer under the centuries-long rule of the Moon Throne. The royal family—the despotic emperor and his monstrous sons, the Three Terrors—hold the countryside in their choking grip. They bleed the land and oppress the citizens with the frightful powers they inherited from the god locked under their palace. But that god cannot be contained forever. With the aid of Jun, a guard broken by his guilt-stricken past, and Keema, an outcast fighting for his future, the god escapes from her royal captivity and flees from her own children, the triplet Terrors who would drag her back to her unholy prison. And so it is that she embarks with her young companions on a five-day pilgrimage in search of freedom—and a way to end the Moon Throne forever. The journey ahead will be more dangerous than any of them could have imagined. Both a sweeping adventure story and an intimate exploration of identity, legacy, and belonging, The Spear Cuts Through Water is an ambitious and profound saga that will transport and transform you—and is like nothing you’ve ever read before.

#Fantasy #High Fantasy #to read #tbr #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #AAPI #aapi authors #asian american heritage month #asian american pacific islander heritage month #asian literature #booklr #booktok #book recs #library books #Ya books for adults

[ruknowhere]

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We’re in science fiction now.

— Allen Ginsberg

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“We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction.”

— Andrea Gibson

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Today

-Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m

not saying a word.

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.

- Mary Oliver

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These days

Whatever you have to say, leave

the roots on, let them

dangle

And the dirt

Just to make clear

where they come from

--Charles Olson

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To yield is to be preserved whole.

To be bent is to become straight.

To be empty is to be full.

To be worn out is to be renewed.

To have little is to possess.

- Lao Tzu

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Love Like Salt

It lies in our hands in crystals

too intricate to decipher

It goes into the skillet

without being given a second thought

It spills on the floor so fine

we step all over it

We carry a pinch behind each eyeball

It breaks out on our foreheads

We store it inside our bodies

in secret wineskins

At supper, we pass it around the table

talking of holidays and the sea.

-Lisel Mueller from

Leaves and Blossoms

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Only Once

All which, because it was

flame and song and granted us

joy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,

turns out to have been what it was

that once, only; every invitation

did not begin

a series, a build-up: the marvelous

did happen in our lives, our stories

are not drab with its absence: but don't

expect to return for more. Whatever more

there will be will be

unique as those were unique. Try

to acknowledge the next

song in its body -- halo of flames as utterly

present, as now or never.

-Denise Levertov

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My Grandparents’ Generation

They are taking so many things with them:

their sewing machines and fine china,

their ability to fold a newspaper

with one hand and swat a fly.

They are taking their rotary telephones,

and fat televisions, and knitting needles,

their cast iron frying pans, and Tupperware.

They are packing away the picnics

and perambulators, the wagons

and church socials. They are wrapped in

lipstick and big band music, dressed

in recipes. Buried with them: bathtubs

with feet, front porches, dogs without leashes.

These are the people who raised me

and now I am left behind in

a world without paper letters,

a place where the phone

has grown as eager as a weed.

I am going to miss their attics,

their ordinary coffee, their chicken

fried in lard. I would give anything

to be ten again, up late with them

in that cottage by the river, buying

Marvin Gardens and passing go,

collecting two hundred dollars.

-Faith Shearin

from Telling the Bees.

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Fight for your dreams, and your dreams will fight for you.

— Paulo Coelho

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[beasiannow]

Simple, SUPER SCIENCE! Sure, there are herbs, chemicals and esoteric forbidden acupuncture, and the like. But they are, at best, only secondary

No doubt you have noted that all of The Temples are housed in a three-story or two-story building with a sub-sub basement.

Part one of the process starts in the very ordinary (but also high class and extraordinary!) salon, which is like any other such establishment.

Where hair is washed and fixed, and makeup is done. And where our highly trained staff tests our clients to see who is best suited for our unique treatment. Once that is decided, our team on the top floor starts changing the paperwork to be ready for the new her when we are done.

On being picked, that client is given a tea that sees that they enter a healthy deep sleep—a sleep of at least a day and a half.

Once under, they are wheeled to where part two starts when they are placed in the first of a series of Madame Shu’s transformation pods.

It reduces them to a living gelatin-like mass, which is then transferred (yes, via pipes, if you must know) to a reformation chamber. There, there is more SCIENCE and they are returned, like a butterfly, to solid form. Excellent, healthy human form but to our design.

However, this is just the physical form; the client is still the same mentally as she was when she came in; she just looks different.

That takes us to Part three, where the still sleeping client is placed in one of Madame Shu's Deep Education Bonnets (DEBs), which, in just a few hours, can impart into the brain of the client a new second language (both written and spoken) as well as full knowledge of all customs, history, and etiquette of their new culture.

They are still entirely themselves; they are now just a Chinese, Japanese, or Cambodian version of themselves.

At the same time, a set of profound post-hypnotic suggestions is implanted to ensure the client remains calm and accepting on seeing their new self.

After this, the last part of the transformation takes place, and the client is given a complete makeover from head to foot and returned to the main salon for the big reveal.

Drama and excitement then ensue, but soon all is calm and good, and Alice Meadows is Ai Li Mei Dao (Chinese), or Arisu Miedozaki (Japanese), or Aliza Masidlawin (Filipino), or Aeri Meojuri (Korean), or Cambodian, or Laotian, or Indian, or Samoan, or Vietnamese, or Thai, or who knows which? Whatever the case, she is off to a new life, and what a life it is, all with a new identity and once our people are done, even a better job and place to live.

[archivyrep]

Restricted records, attempted record seizure, and record management in "Star Wars Rebels" [Part 1]

Minister Hydan talks about the Jedi archives to Sabine in the episode "A World Between Worlds"

I've written on this blog, over and over about Jocasta Nu in Star Wars franchise, whether in Attack of the Clones or the Star Wars: The Clone Wars animated series. But, those are not the only Star Wars series that have archival themes. One of my favorite series has archives as an important part of the story: Dave Filoni's Star Wars Rebels. As a warning, spoilers from episodes from the aforementioned series will be discussed in this post, if you haven't watched the series.

Reprinted from my Wading Through the Cultural Stacks WordPress blog. Originally published on Jan. 12, 2022.

In the season one episode "Rise of the Old Masters," the Inquisitor declares to Kanan Jarus that by using the "complete" records of the Jedi Temple, he was able to know his fighting style of Jarus in hopes of beating him. This is a line which references Nu declaring that the archives are “complete.” In another episode, "Path of the Jedi," Kanan tells his padawan, Ezra Bridger, that the Empire has "access to all the old Jedi records," warning him that they could have the Jedi Temple they are visiting under surveillance. In the season two episode "Shroud of Darkness," the records that the temple itself holds is noted.

Throughout the first season, an archival artifact, a holocron, which can store powerful knowledge, appears as a plot device. It appears again at the end of the show's second season, where Ezra gets his hands on a Sith holocron, which is used to activate a huge weapon, and in the first two episodes of the third season. there is more than this. In the episode "Holocons of Faith," it is explained that while the holocrons are "libraries of information," they contain powerful information that if a Jedi and Sith holocrons are brought together, they grant a "clarity of vision," meaning that one could bring chaos.

Holocrons are information storage devices which contain specific lessons or information, and can only be accessed by those using the power of the Force. They are also said to be "repositories of vital, sensitive knowledge and wisdom. It is short for holographic chronicle, a device which stories "phenomenal quantities of data." In this way, it means that holocrons are like restricted information which can only be accessed by specific people with the right codes or combinations. There isn't really a real-world equivalent of a holocron, but it does mean that the holocrons are a bit like restricted records in a sense that they can only be accessed by specific people. They are remnants of a religious order long gone, and became records in and of themselves.

Holocrons can be locked and unlocked depending on the ability of those opening them, with those for the "evil" warriors (Sith) even shaped differently from those for the "good" warriors (Jedi). They are sophisticated ways of storing information, as some act as repositories, and others even have "virtual personalities of their own"! I can't think of any records, even born-digital ones out there which have personalities of their own. The record creators are the Jedi and the Sith, but are also the only ones who can access them.

If an ordinary person found one, they wouldn't be able to access the information inside, although they could see the inside mechanisms. For the Jedi, there were stored in an archives on a city-planet until the ride of the Galactic Empire and become rare as a result. While some have said that holocrons are like books, they are more like restricted records which can only be accessed by specific individuals, behind lock and key. However, unlike the records in our world, holocrons can stand the test of time and survive for millennia, while the secrets inside remain locked away to any that attempt to open them. It is also stated in the episode "Twin Suns" that holocrons can be manipulated, which makes them volatile records unlike anything in this world.

© 2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

#star war rebels #star wars #records management #restriction #records #record seizure #archival science #archival studies #archives #jocasta nu #jedi #sith #holocrons #pop culture #reviews #data #attack of the clones #swtcw

[a-chuffed-floating-panda]

I’ll share an excerpt of a future work mine because why not

It’s 556 words, I think? Might be wrong. Yangchen is between three to four years old here, so she stumbles over her words a little.

“Gyaltsen woke up to light footsteps running down the hallway. She sighed. It’s the fourth time this week. After some extra seconds underneath her duvet, she got up and went to see what was wrong.

She didn’t understand the abbesses want at keeping them in separate rooms. The two children clearly benefited from the closeness and comforted each other when something like this occurred. Now that she thought about it, it wouldn’t surprise her if she found the abbesses and other nuns who supported the choice of separation, missing limbs or at worse, dead. You didn’t mess with Sister Jamyang or Sister Gawa and the family they created. That was off limits. Not even the Buddha would be allowed past the barrier that protected the children.

Yangchen’s mother chose well when she chose to place her in Sister Jamyang’s care. She knew that both Sister Jamyang and Sister Gawa would shoulder all the negative karma in the world if it meant keeping Yangchen and [redacted] safe. A part of Gyaltsen wondered if Yangchen’s mother foresaw something like this happening and chose Sister Jamyang solely because of that.

She turned the corner, and she found the same scene she’d seen the four previous times. Yangchen standing in front of [redacted’s] door and clutching onto her stuffed lemur toy, her hand hesitantly reaching out to the door. She looked so small. Gyaltsen approached her and crouched down. “Yangchen? What’s wrong?” Her small hand dropped, and she turned to her, eyes wide and scared. “I- a fire. There was a big fire.” Emotions whirled around in her eyes. Way too big emotions for someone so small. “An’-and ‘s my fault.” She turned to face the door, her lips trembling. “[redacted] didn’t- they didn’t-,” she sniffed and hastily rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t do- I couldn’t do any’sing.”

Gyaltsen pulled her into a hug and Yangchen threw her arms around her shoulders, unintentionally hitting the side of her head with Cho, the stuffed lemur toy. “I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared, Yangchen?”

Yangchen pulled back from the hug, her eyes glossy with another round of unshed tears. “What if [redacted] isn’t there when I open the door?” She shouldn’t have to experience this. Gyaltsen stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. “We’ll open the door together, like we’ve done before, okay?” Yangchen’s tight grip on her hand made something in her chest churn in on itself. She got up to her feet and reached for the door. “One, two… three.” The door opened and all the air left Yangchen in a huge gush.

[redacted] was there. They’d always been there. Nothing had happened. No fire like the one in Yangchen’s nightmare.

Yangchen let out a sob, and she ran over to [redacted’s] bedside. “‘S my fault! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be silly.” [redacted] woke up and pulled her into the bed with them. Their hand patting her back in comfort. “It’s not your fault.”

For a moment, Gyaltsen saw two other people. A man in fire red robes and a monk dressed in robes from the Southern temple. They were back to the children she knew when she’d closed the door. And she did something she didn’t do the four previous times. She got into the bed with them and held them both in her arms, hoping that it could provide some sort of protection.

#excerpt of future work #I've ruined my sleep schedule so why not? *shrug* #stories from people at ordinary temples series #baby yangchen and [redacted] stories #yangchen #Avatar Yangchen #doy #future fic #I need to get the two adults together first #write some moments between them #and then maybe start on this #it's still an idea #Big maybe #atla #the dawn of yangchen

[weatherfey]

Yuletide Recs

Just under the wire before reveals!

Ordinary Time (13th Century Plantagenet RPF, Edward II of England/Piers Gaveston)

There were many meaningless and polite things Piers could say. It wouldn’t be hard at all. They clattered about his head. Speaking any of them aloud would be an act of self-preservation. There was danger in desiring the good opinion of the king’s heir. But here Edward was, offering kindness as generously as he gifted money to people. And it truly was so, so hard to resist.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Station (The Devil Went Down to Georgia, Gen)

Me, I was just about ready to play the fool myself when the Devil arrived. You see, the sector sheriff had died a little while back, and the spaceways were so infested with bandits that no law-abiding ship dared to fly. The bandits didn't come stop at Georgia Station for a drink and a fiddler either—nobody comes down here unless they've got a resupply contract, for there's only one safe route in. I was feeling my old wanderlust, what with being cooped up in one place for so long, and besides my free meals were getting smaller by the day. That's why, when the Devil came sauntering into the station's only saloon and slid into the booth across from me, bringing out her fiddle from Devil-knows-where, I listened when she made me a deal.

Legends & Lore (D&D: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar)

Xenk gets truth potioned and doesn't say anything interesting at all.

Not Certainty, But Hope (D&D: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar)

In which Xenk proposes.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you to repeat that," Edgin said.

"I have come here to ask your hand in marriage," Xenk said in that annoyingly calm voice, like dropping in on someone at their local pub and asking them to marry you was just like popping next door and asking for a cup of sugar from the neighbor, "that we might infiltrate a temple of Ilmater and discover the means by which so many happy couples have disappeared."

I love you—all I can (England Series - K.J. Charles, Bill Merton/Jimmy Yoxall)

Bill and Jimmy, and almost thirty years.

The Lost of Winter (The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison, Thara Celehar/Iana Pel-Thenhior)

Thara Celehar has lost his ability to speak to the dead. Awaiting instructions from the Archprelate, he is left feeling adrift and inadequate as an instructor to his student, Velhiro Tomasaran. When Iäna Pel-Thenhior comes to him with a problem that is not within his remit, he still jumps at a task he feels capable of. But when that task leads back to the story of a missing girl and a body found with her ring, it's clear he still has responsibilities to the dead of Amalo, even if he can no longer hear them.

#happy new year! #yuletide #yuletide 2023 #recs #i haven’t had as much time to read as i hoped #but i enjoyed these very much

[suryaprabisha1]

A Fun Video Adventure with Prisha the Explorer

In a world where technology and creativity often collide, it's not uncommon to stumble upon content creators who are dedicated to sharing their unique adventures and experiences with the world. One such creator is Prisha, an intrepid explorer who takes us on thrilling journeys through her fun video series, aptly titled "Prisha the Explorer." This blog will introduce you to Prisha and her exciting world of exploration, adventure, and entertainment.

Meet Prisha the Explorer

Prisha is not your typical content creator. With a boundless passion for exploration and an infectious enthusiasm for life, she has captivated audiences all over the internet with her dynamic personality and adventurous spirit. Prisha has a way of making every video feel like a personal invitation to join her on a thrilling journey to the unknown.

The "Prisha the Explorer" series is all about sharing her encounters with unique places, cultures, and experiences. Whether she's diving into crystal-clear waters, hiking through lush jungles, or immersing herself in local customs, Prisha's videos are an unmissable treat for adventure seekers and travel enthusiasts alike.

Exploring the Unknown

One of the most appealing aspects of Prisha's content is her commitment to exploring the unknown. From remote islands to hidden gems in bustling cities, she has a knack for unearthing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Her videos reveal the stories behind these places, the people who call them home, and the beauty that often hides in plain sight.

Prisha doesn't just take you to these places; she invites you to immerse yourself in the local culture, to embrace the lifestyle of the people she encounters, and to appreciate the beauty of diverse traditions and practices. Whether it's a street food tour in Bangkok or a spiritual journey through the temples of Kyoto, her passion for cultural exploration shines through in every frame.

A Dose of Fun and Adventure

What sets Prisha apart is her unique ability to inject a sense of fun and adventure into her videos. Her infectious laughter and constant sense of wonder create an atmosphere that's both entertaining and uplifting. You can't help but feel the excitement as she skydives over picturesque landscapes, encounters wildlife in their natural habitats, or simply dances with locals at a festival.

Each adventure in the "Prisha the Explorer" series is a testament to her fearlessness and her drive to live life to the fullest. The adrenaline-pumping activities, heartwarming interactions, and breathtaking scenery make for content that is not only visually stunning but also incredibly enjoyable to watch.

Inclusivity and Positivity

Prisha is not just an explorer; she is a storyteller who champions inclusivity and positivity. Her videos reflect her respect for different cultures, her desire to connect with people from all walks of life, and her celebration of the human spirit. By spreading love, understanding, and acceptance, she fosters a sense of unity among her viewers.

Conclusion

Prisha the Explorer has made a name for herself as a passionate explorer and a beacon of positivity in the world of content creation. Her fun video series is more than just an escape; it's an invitation to embark on a journey of self-discovery, adventure, and cultural appreciation.

So, the next time you're in need of a fun and uplifting escape from the daily grind, don't forget to tune in to "Prisha the Explorer." You're in for a delightful adventure filled with laughter, wonder, and a newfound appreciation for the world around us.

[first-impressions-gaming]

Maquette

Developed by Graceful Decay

Published by Annapurna Interactive

Release Date 2021

Tested on Xbox Series X

MSRP 7,99 USD

Desiring for originality and games thinking-outside-the-box is a constant action on gamers’ side, we browse games in given genres and it can go as “it is more of the same” kind of thing, Maquette is a title where the world we are in can be gigantic or miniature-size to our eyes with a gripping story, even though it is not all sunshines-and-rainbow. 

The game opens with a song which has indie and country music blend, with on-screen text “Hello Sunflower,” you will only be able to relate this opening text once the game finalizes with a twist with it. It is nighttime, we are walking in a walled garden you may encounter in castles and such, plants and trees trimmed with utmost care, after visiting an extremely colourful garden with a small temple in the center, we are teleported to a more structural environment with a castle-like mansion, a circus and festival environment, a tower and like. This area will be the main area moving forward. 

There are two main aspects, one of them being this is a puzzle game at its core, the other is the story at its heart. The story progresses as you solve puzzles, and during scene transitions cutscenes play and two main characters (a man and a woman) basically interact with one another. We witness these people meeting in a cafe, getting to know each other, bonding, falling in love, just thinking and discussing random things such as their dream house, gradually falling apart, feeling like two strangers whose only mutual ground is sharing an apartment and eventually getting exhausted merely with living together and separating. 

I wish to share a few clips with you so you can judge yourselves how beautiful transitions are:

The story wraps up with “Goodbye Sunflower” following ex-lover’s last dialogue with clear indications that they are going their separate ways by staying on good terms. The entire audio-based interactions between the couple lasts approximately fifteen to twenty minutes (total playtime being around two and a half hours, based on how long it takes to solve puzzles), this is an achievement on its own to tell a story of two people from start to finish in this short span, the experience isn’t flat or shallow, it’s as deep and sincere it can get and the way puzzles and environments built around the story takes the narrative to the next level, a bit. Apart from interactions between them, texts that feel like diary entries welcome you all the way enhancing the experience and foundations of their relationship and sentiments. Diary entries help you become a part of moments that were shared and live by them lovingly and passionately. What I most liked regarding the story is this: these are two completely ordinary individuals who met randomly in a cafe and what they go through is totally day-to-day emotions and hardships that can be expected in a relationship, they are not meant to be center-of-the-world type of people, what they feel and utter are so commonplace that the story touches you, you understand it, you sympathise.

It would not be complete without an instance where the game compels you to think further, you have a ticket for the festival but it is too large for the ticket box in your reality, what you gotta do is that you need to make it smaller first by placing it in the “bigger reality” so you can shrink it down so that it can be in acceptable size for the ticket box:

 As a puzzle game I cannot confidently say you have to check this game out, puzzles are not that “mind-blowing” or have “wow” factor in them, watching the full game will do trick for most people. In some places I had to follow tutorial for solving puzzles because I couldn’t figure out what to do with the items I had and which locations I should visit next. 

#games #gaming #game review #maquette #xbox #playstation #nintendo #Youtube

[holylulusworld]

A (Vi)king’s Love (2) - The Departure

Summary: Raids become a problem. When the fearless king of the North comes for your land, your stepfather makes a deal with the tall Viking.

Pairing: Viking!Thor Odinson x Princess!Reader

Other Pairings: Viking!James (Bucky Barnes)x Lady Natasha Romanoff

Characters: Viking!Steven (Steve Rogers), Heimdall (Seer), Shieldmaiden!Sif, Shieldmaiden!Brunnhilde

Warnings: angst, raids, arranged marriage, innocent reader, soft Viking Thor, flirty Bucky, a tiny hint of fluff, mentions of raids, mentions of sex (barely, implied)

A/N: Originally this series was meant to become a Steve story. It's possible I will write a different version for Steve & Bucky too. (Sue me for wanting Marvel Vikings to invade my blog...)

A/N2: * The Karve was a small type of Viking longship, with a broad hull somewhat similar to the knarr. They were used for both war and ordinary transport, carrying people, cargo or livestock. (Source: Wikipedia)

A (Vi)king’s Love masterlist

“My dove, my sweet princess,” the tall Viking purrs. He waited patiently outside of your chambers, hoping to see you again soon. Brunnhilde left you to yourself, to say your goodbyes before you must leave your home forever, telling her king to give you time. “My men prepare our departure. I heard of your gardens and got you this.”

“That’s,” you sniff as he clumsily hands you a single red rose. One of the flowers you planted with your mother and Natasha years ago. “Thank you, Sire.”

“Thor, my love,” he says, offering his arm to you. “Lady Natasha asked me to bring you to the queen’s garden.”

“I’d love to say goodbye to the flowers,” eyes filled with tears you try to act like a princess, not the hurt and broken girl you hide so well deep inside of your soul. “My king.”

“I-“ he sighs deeply, shaking his head. “You’re my fate, princess,” Thor smiles when you carefully place your trembling hand onto his arm. “I promise to not hurt you. I’ll be a good king for you, princess.”

“Y/N,” whispering your name you look up at the man holding your life in his hand. “You came all this way to marry a stranger, my king?”

“Heimdall, our seer told me about you,” he offers his arm, and you gladly take it to let him guide you away from your now empty room. “He said my fate lies here, in your lands.”

“Heimdall, the man with the golden helmet and the large sword?” walking alongside Thor you fall into light conversation. He easily leads you toward the garden, remembering the way. 

“He’s a good man, a strong and brave one. Heimdall saved my life more than once,” he chuckles now. “Mostly as I got into trouble and always looked for another fight when I was younger.”

“Oh,” you giggle, “Natasha had to defend me all the time for the very same reason. I loved to run around in the gardens without shoes. The other ladies didn’t like me much as I was a wild child until…”

“Until?” you stop walking when you reach the garden. You sniffle silently, shaking your head as Thor turns to you to cradle your face gently. “Tell me what happened, Y/N.”

“My father died,” tears run down your face, and you need a moment to compose yourself, “and that man pretending to be our people’s king came to our lands, wooing for my mother. I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”

“She looks lost, your mother,” Thor lowers himself to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Let’s have a look at the flowers. You could take some with you, princess.”

“I could press a few,” you look up at Thor, giddy to pick as many flowers as you can. “Thank you. It will make me happy to have something from my homeland with me. I can imagine the flowers bloom when looking at the pressed flowers.”

“Take your time,” he presses another soft kiss to your temple. “Brunnhilde will wait for you. She’s your shadow from now on, your protector. If you need anything, you can tell her so.”

He leaves you to yourself, smiling as he makes his way back. “Watch over her for me while I prepare our departure with James and Steven,” he says to Brunnhilde. “She’s soft and warm. Unlike our women.”

“Strong too, my king,” Brunnhilde quips, giving her king a knowing look. “She will be a good match, Thor. Just don’t mess with her heart. Heimdall found her for you, now try to keep her.”

“I’ll try my best,” he nods at Brunnhilde, a serious expression replacing the smile on his face, “Shieldmaiden.”

“My king,” she says. “I will watch over your chosen bride.”

“That’s all, my lady,” Natasha furrows her brow at the shieldmaiden not leaving her side. “I will bring you to the ship and protect you from now on,” Sif explains.

“I can take care of myself, lady,” the redhead quips. “I got more than a nice smile and a pretty face to offer.” 

“Shieldmaidens are warriors, strong and fierce. You are only a…maiden. In need of protection,” Sif bemoans.

Smirking darkly Natasha looks Sif up and down. “I’m not strong like you, but fast and,” she gets a dagger out from under her dress to press it to the shieldmaiden’s throat before Sif can even move her lance, “deadly.”

“My sweet fiery lady,” James walks toward Natasha. “Please, don’t shed blood before our wedding night,” he smirks.

“You…cretin!” huffing Natasha slap the wild man’s cheek hard. She grunts. “I agreed to come with you to not leave my princess alone. This has nothing to do with you!”

“She loves me dearly, Sif,” enchanted by Natasha’s fierceness James dreamily looks at her. “Just look at my fierce betrothed, she will give me strong sons to raid her homelands.”

“What? I will give you nothing but hatred,” she insists, but her heart skips a beat when James steps closer to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Sire!”

“Enchantress, my fiery red-haired maiden, call me Bucky,” she huffs. “You’re even more beautiful when blood-lust and anger turn you into a wild beast.”

“Vulture!” Natasha storms off. She doesn’t stop nor does she spare Bucky a glance when runs after her. “Don’t you dare to get close to me, Sire.”

“Bucky, my love,” he runs after her. “I will love taming you…my wild beast.”

“My queen,” you will yourself to make a curtsy, to pay your mother respect, “I hope you will be well without me. I leave this kingdom as your daughter, and the princess of my country to find a new world and happiness.”

“My child,” the king clears his throat as your mother tries to get up from her throne. “Princess, we wish you a safe journey.” She says instead. 

“That’s all, mother?” you sniff. “You send me away to marry a man I don’t even know. I must leave my home, my family, and life and this is all I will get,” you lose your composure. “You know, you deserve to be unhappy with the man you chose while my father wasn’t even cold.”

“Princess!” the king warns. “Know your place.”

“Oh, I know my place, imposer,” you smirk as he jolts up from his throne, hand grasping for his sword. He only stops his attack as Brunnhilde points her lance at his chest.

“Daughter, I…,” your mother tries, but her voice cracks. She shakes her head, holding back all the words swirling in her mind. “I’m sorry…”

“You may have stolen my mother’s wits, and her strength. You may have stolen my homeland,” you take one step closer to the throne to look the king straight in the eyes, “but you did not steal my strength, nor did you break my will. I will go with my king, become a queen myself and return to get back the homeland belonging to me!”

You twirl around to look at Thor, taking his offered hand. “My queen, my dove.”

“Please bring me home, my king,” your mother can only watch you leave her side, holding back the tears wanting to break free. “Brunnhilde…”

“All for you, my queen,” Brunnhilde replies. “I will deliver it before we depart. Wait for me. Thor and Heimdall will provide safety for now…”

“You should read it in private, your highness,” as promised, Brunnhilde delivered a letter you wrote to your mother. “I promise to watch over your daughter. My king is a wild one, but he will be a good husband.”

“Thank you,” your mother sniffs. “The king is pleased to see my only child leave. He believes we can have a new heir. I just don’t know if I want to give him one. He’s an awful father and husband.”

“Read the letter, and have a little faith,” the shieldmaiden squeezes your mother’s hand. “She will be safe with me.”

Mother, my beloved queen,

I wish I could tell you all the things I didn’t say. Well, I can tell them to you now. 

I want to tell you that I forgive you. You didn’t have a choice. The king is an awful man and I know that he forced you to send me away.

He never wanted me to become queen one day.

I promise to return and free you off him. The man he chose to become my betrothed is a strong one. He will help me find a way back to you.

For now, we must part. Please, forgive me if I acted out on that day. The day we said goodbye.

I love you mother. I love our people and homeland. I will not look back in anger and return soon. 

Please be safe while I’m away.

Love, your Y/N.

Your mother falls to her knees, weeping as the lines of your letter begin to blur.

“My beloved daughter. What have I done?”

“That’s an impressive fleet,” you watch the Northmen prepare for their departure. The men hurriedly carry chests, and boxes on their boats, talking in Norse, laughing and chatting. “Can I ask you something, my king?”

“Of course,” Thor wraps you in a warm coat, readies you for the rough journey back to his homelands. “Go ahead.”

“Why do you speak my mother tongue so well? All of you?” he chuckles at your question. 

“We travel the lands for years, my dove,” Thor flashes you a smile, blue eyes sparkling. “I spend many days with the simple folk in your lands and the nights with the ladies. They taught us your mother tongue.”

“My king,” you gasp. “You shouldn’t talk about…” shaking your head you recall that this man is not a noble one. He’s a wild man without manners, used to talking about lust and raids, drinking, and worshipping a woman’s body.

“Forgive me, princess. I shouldn’t have mentioned other women. My heart belongs only to you from now on,” he whispers in your ear. “Did you say your goodbyes?”

“I did,” fighting the tears you regret that you didn’t hug your mother goodbye. You should’ve told her that you love her and more. Now it’s too late.

“I sent Sif to bring someone here, my love,” Thor points at someone standing further away from the boats. “She wants to see you one last time. Go to her.”

You drop the heavy coat to run toward your mother, crying as she opens her arms. Thor watches you with your mother, sighing deeply.

“She will become a good queen, Thor. Have faith in my visions,” Heimdall says. “Your chosen bride is the right one.”

“I know,” you cling to your mother, crying into her neck. “But taking her away makes me kind of sad.”

You kiss your mother’s temple, whisper your goodbyes, promising to return to her once again. “I love you, mother. Please don’t be too sad. He’s going to be a good husband.”

“My beloved daughter,” your mother cradles your face. “Be strong. Don’t make the same mistakes I made. Let him be your king but be his queen too.”

“I will,” you kiss her one last time. “Promised.”

“Y/N,” she watches you turn around to make your way back toward Thor. He immediately wraps you in the coat, smiling softly.

“You and your lady will take the karve* over there. It has a small half-deck that will shelter you and Lady Natasha from the rough sea and the weather. It will not be a comfortable journey, but I know you will be strong for me,” he says. “Sif and Brunnhilde will stay by your side for the journey.”

“You won’t stay with me?” grasping for his hand you squeeze it tightly. “My king, Thor. I don’t want to stay alone on that boat.” You nervously glance at the men entering the karve*. “Please.”

“No one will dare to touch you or your lady,” Brunnhilde stands next to you. “They know better than to get in our way. Right, Sif?”

“Right,” Sif nods at the shieldmaiden, smirking. “Any man daring to get close to my king’s bride will die.”

“You’ll be safe with Brunnhilde,” Thor kisses your cheek softly. “We will see each other again soon, my dove.”

“Please—” you throw yourself into his arms, seek his warmth, “don’t leave me alone. I-I need someone to stay with me for once. Please.”

“Thor, I can take the lead this time, brother,” a raven-haired man says. His eyes glued to you in his brother’s arms he huffs. Loki never was fond of taking a bride. He only stills his lust and moves on to the next warm body. “I see you found the maiden. Stay with her if you must.”

“Loki, I,” Thor scoops you into his arms, making you squeal. “Take the lead, brother. I will stay with my bride.” Tucked against his chest you can only lean your head against him and enjoy his warmth. “I will bring her home…”

>> Part 3

A (Vi)kings love

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