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rxttenfish · 3 months

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putting this over here and not on my rp blog because i just feel more comfortable talking over here lately and because this isnt even BAD or me complaining, just saying a thing i noticed and being entertained, but i worry that people will think im being rude

theres like, this bingo card meme going around in my circles lately, where you make one for your muse, specifically of their "type" when it comes to romantic partners

so i make one for miranda, as you do, and i include a box on there that says "respects her sister", because. you know. a vital thing to miranda.

and its funny that all of the other muses who have marked that off are ones who neither i nor bellanda nor miranda would say COULD mark that off

namely because like. why is respecting bellanda so important?

because shes miranda's sister. and even more than that, she has been, for all of miranda's life, both her only friend and her caretaker. bellanda is one of those people that miranda trusts with literally EVERYTHING, and is wholly incapable of thinking bellanda can ever hurt her, let alone hurting bellanda in turn. bellanda's opinion is final to miranda, she is what matters above everyone else, and either her potential paramours accept that theyre always going to be playing second fiddle to bellanda or they leave miranda's life. so much of what miranda does is dependent on bellanda and she is basically everything miranda has.

which is important context, because the reason why not just any single person can mark off themselves as respecting bellanda, is because bellanda is going to be mean as hell to them. bellanda doesn't trust landfolk, very seldom trusts other merfolk, and is highly suspicious of ANYONE who tries to get too close to miranda. for very good reasons, sure, but also this means she is going to try to drive them away as much as she can without upsetting miranda. and like, miranda knows bellanda is doing this. she knows she will insult, berate, and even try to physically hurt people who bellanda perceives as a threat, and miranda knows why bellanda does this, and thus she will give bellanda a very loose leash. again, miranda takes bellanda's side in everything that matters, and her loyalty to her comes first before everyone else.

as you can imagine, this is not an ideal situation to be sandwiched between. you cant even really DO anything, because trying to do anything against bellanda immediately sours miranda's opinion of someone, and bellanda is never really going to do something she knows would be over the line for miranda. the only option is winning bellanda's favor, and thats a tall order when she already mistrusts and suspects them for a full list of potential manipulations and careless blunders that bellanda won't be sharing with them. shes tough, shes strict, and shes very set into what she knows to be true and whats allowed her and miranda to survive this long.

hell, it's why aaravi is one of the very VERY few people to do well with bellanda, because shes already used to people hating her and suspecting her. already knowing that out of the gate and knowing bellanda's type (from her own experiences with gruff older slayers), getting the reassurance from miranda that she actually is good and sweet and funny was enough for her.

but you see the problem still. you see why this is such a dealbreaker for so many muses. you see why its specifically phrased as RESPECTING bellanda, because if you dont fully understand why she has to do all of this and be this way, then you arent going to make it.

#all the care guide says is 'biomass'#miravi.txt #i have!!! thoughts!!!!#and i like characters who are just. hard to ship with.#and ofc part of the reason why miranda is so excusing of this is because #she does the exact same thing when someone gets close to bellanda but not her #merfolk are just. very interlocked into each other in their relationships.#and these two had no one else to be there for them for YEARS under the merkingdom #they were the only person they could trust and help them get through the abuse and isolation of the crown #they are deeply protective of each other and deeply scared of losing the other #thats not going to be something someone entirely unrelated to the entire Situation can wedge themselves between #for all of miranda's ships eventually they have to accept that they will not be more important than bellanda to miri #you know. because thats her fucking SISTER.

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spkyscry-a · 1 year

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@royalreef sent: "Vera! Joy!!! Amira!!!!!" She chirps out the three names in tandem, fins perked up to their full height as she rushes over. It's easy to presume the excitement is over her luck of spotting all three of them together, that it makes her trips easier — but this is a little too much, even for that.

There's a joy in her today. An excitement, a happiness that goes down to the bone and keeps digging from there. It makes her tremble, body shaking ever so slightly and tail twitching and fins fluttering no matter what else she does, and oh, that smile!

The expression isn't native to Miranda's face, it doesn't fit her features in the same way as the twitches of her fins or the brightness in her eyes, but the ear-to-ear grin nonetheless manages to make a home of her yet. It comes more and more naturally every day, lovestruck and whole, and more and more she welcomes it in. This is her home too. It's fitting, that it should make such an impression on her.

"I am glad I could find all of you, I have so much to do today — it is mine and Aaravi's anniversary! And in my kingdom, it is traditional that it is celebrated with the giving of food to others, so-"

One by one, Miranda shoved a basket into each of their hands. They were made of woven seagrass, treated in some way to make them hardy and easy to keep, and to give them a pleasant dull purple color. From their handles hang carved trinkets — made of carved bone and ivory and pearls, some in the shape of some stylized type of eel, some in the shape of shells, and some in more artistic shapes, giving them flair.

True to her word, there's Merkingdom baked goods inside. Crab shells stuffed with meat and spices derived from corals and sponges, whale jerky that's tender and pulls apart easily between teeth, a baked pie of giant squid meat with chunks of seal for flavoring, fanciful desserts made of sugar in the shape of conch shells that can be seen through like crystal — all of that in more, little treats from Miranda's people, a small bounty of the ocean.

All except for the piece that sits on top. A slice of cake, just like any that would be found on the land, and iced over with elaborate little pink and purple hearts.

"I made them myself! I am quite pleased with the results too — let me know how you like them! Happy Valentine's Day!"

And then Miranda thumped her tail, and fluttered her fins, and grinned all the more, and she had darted off again.

“I get a few surprise admirers’ and attempted lovers’ letters this time of year myself, Joy, but you really do take the cake.” Vera mused, watching as a heart-shaped box of chocolates fell unceremoniously from the sky. She caught them from disrupting the pile of letters, instead tossing it over her shoulder to the ‘food’ pile.

“Girl, this is NUTS. You really don’t have any fancy ward thingies for this sorta stuff?” Amira asked, juggling a few plush hearts around before each one is soundly shot out of the air with a burst of magic from Joy’s fingertips.

“Of course I do, but then they get stuck in limbo and the backlog eventually just shows up anyways. So I figured I’d try just dealing with it this year-”

The three amidst chatter pause at the sound of Miranda’s voice, attention diverted to the princess closing in rapidly on them. The trio are quick to turn fully, even if perhaps Joy and Amira are just a bit taken by surprise at Miranda’s overflowing excitement. Vera, on the other hand, can only let out one of those genuine little cackles of delight at the sight of just how elated she looks today.

“Oh, hello, love! Congratulations to you both.” Vera replied, even as she took the basket with a bit of surprise herself this time. She can’t particularly recall Miranda ever speaking of cooking, so it takes even her off-guard this time.

Amira is the first to peek into the basket, unable to suppress the quiet admiring whistle at the sight of it all. It wasn’t often she had this much food in one place that was given to her, especially when it admittedly all looked this good. “Oh dang, girl, congrats! Happy anniversary and many more, y’know?”

“Oh yes, I’m happy for you both! It all looks lovely too, you did a great job.” Joy added last, smiling all the wider herself with a chuckle. She looked a bit drained herself, though that can be answered when she swats another magically delivered love letter off the table the three had been conversing at with an annoyed utterance. They’d been at this for awhile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They add as she departs, Joy watching Vera flick one of the many continuously appearing envelopes into the air for Amira to shoot down with a small controlled jet of flame.

#Seem So Unsafe ;; Vera #I'm Your Wild Girl ;; Amira #My Girlfriend is a Witch ;; Joy #royalreef #We're Different In A Good Way‚ Together's Where We Belong | The Subs Have Unionized #sorry this is a bit short ofc you know i havent written them in a bit ajksbdkshaj #also so mad that my FUCKING TAGS ARE ALL RESET THEY'RE ALL GONE THEY'RE JUST GONE #I HAVE TO FIND EVERY ONE I WANT TO USE AGAIN THIS IS SO HELLISH

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massivemonsterprom · 2 years

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Muse list: (i am so sorry i can’t think of a way to spice this up)

Name: zoe (formerly z’gord)

(She/her pronouns)

Major feeder , she’s probably half of the horny anons on tumblr

Weight: ???? (Looks to be 175 lbs)

Expansion types: weight gain

Name: Joy Johnson-Johjima

Weight: 260lbs

Bust size: DD cup

After taking a break from being a part of the coven she’s become a feedee , as well as putting on some pounds before agreeing to join the ask blog

Expansion types: weight gain , hourglass expansion

Name: Vera Oberlin

Weight: 205 lbs

Height: 5’9

Bust size:C cup

Expansion type: anything for the right price

Despite being into quite a few of the many kinks she’s indulged in for profit , vera is doing all of this for money .

Name: Aaravi Mishra and hex (formerly known as the slayer)

Weight: 245 lbs

Type of expansion: weight gain

Aaravi despite her best efforts has obtained her curse’s “munchies” as well as her starting to gain weight from her curse’s eating habits .

Name: polly geist

Weight: technically weightless (looks to be 150 lbs if you ignore her tits )

Bust size: H cup

Expansion type: anything and everything (unless the mun disagrees)

Polly is doing this gorging and indulgence in food and sex as her usual thing , this tumblr really is just her blogging about her normal life for the most part

Name: Dahlia Aquino

Height: 6’1

Muscle build: professional bodybuilder with a little squish and muffin top

Weight: 300 lbs

Types of growth: weight gain , muscle expansion

She’s here just to win at being massive , she takes the others gaining as a challenge to be bigger and stronger herself .

Name: Miranda Vanderbilt

Bust size: C cup

Weight: 175 lbs

Major feeder , having feeder serfs to force whomever she wishes to eat really does enable new kinks for her .

Growth type: breast expansion , potentially weight gain

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chaosmultiverse · 1 year

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💬 + Aaravi, for salil

Send Me 💬 + a Name and My Muse will Talk About That Person

“Aaravi Mishra, the monster slayer. Descended from a bloodline of monster slayers, meant to hunt and kill the most powerful monsters to ‘put monster in their place’, it’s a horrible role to force onto someone.”

“Especially Aaravi, she’s... A kind heart, I know that, but our mother’s hate has twisted my sister, infected her. I don’t know how I will convince her to see the light, to join the caring side, the forgiving side along side me and our father... But I won’t give up on her, she is my blood.”

#royalreef #Salil {Someone's Got Blood On Their Hands} {IC}#Salil {I Wanna Be The Anti You} {Main Verse}#For Those Who Died We Tried The Best We Can {Mishra Family}

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atropaanimus · 1 year

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Does the Muse have anyone they might call their defacto bestie forever

"I can say that to all of my close friends in some regard:

"Caltulester and I flipping homes is a delight. He is such a dear and is absolutely critical to reigning in some of my more outlandish ideas. Plus we could talk about his plants for literal days on end. We have at a point.

"I may drive Joy a little bit mad with me being a bit ridiculous about how she asks me for some favours. Still, I respect her work dedication even if it gets a bit out of hand.

"Damien is trying to break out of some self confidence issues and it's a dream come true. Half of my cosmetic recommendations come from him and I will put his hobbies on blast in the best way possible.

"Aaravi and Hex... Yes we clash but I don't think its a bad thing. I admire her many ways of self betterment and for her going to therapy. The times we do get along swimmingly are those times I honestly forget the passage of time. It's nice to forget to be online sometimes. Hex is also a dear and I think very good for Aaravi.

"But if I had to pick one person it would be Dahlia. Always trying to better herself in anyway she can. The biggest heart next to Scott I'm certain. I've mentioned before that I can't remember when we met but time before that doesn't feel the same without her. Truly one of the best monsters I am sure."

"Then that little Colour Crew is something very special."

They could talk about everyone else on and on but someone is cutting them off before this becomes an essay.

#lively influence;ic #Anyway let's just have an excuse for Milo to go off about their friends

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wannabehelsing · 2 years

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(( I’ve mentioned this to Tam already, but I do think it’s fun how my other three muses either avoid fighting or take forever to actually get to that point — but Aaravi is going to be, very much so, a ‘stabs as a warning’ muse.

Again, as expectation on what you are getting into-

#We went the two of us into the woods behind the little school || OOC

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scifielves · 3 months

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This Aaravi has already experienced eldritch girl cock so she's not sure how things could get better, sex-wise

#Muse Aaravi #Zoe Mention

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fantasybots · 1 year

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Well if there's ANYONE she'd be be into throupling with...

#Muse Aaravi #OOC #Dash Comm #Me looking at the Zoe/Valerie thread happening like 👀

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monsterxmuses-blog · 6 years

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.: 🔪Stake-worthy🔪:.

🔪The Slayer, or as she’s really known as is Aaravi Stakes. Ironically enough, Aaravi means ‘Peace’ in Hindu.🔪

🔪Aaravi isn’t human, she may have been raised by humans but she wasn’t born human. She’s actually known as a changeling as her parents were actually fairies and didn’t want her.🔪

🔪She became a ‘slayer’ as it was something that her ‘parents’ did, so she figured why not. However she began to notice slight differences in herself compared to other humans. And while she didn’t want to admit it, she was scared. She wanted to fit in but her differences couldn’t just be covered up.🔪

🔪She made her own outfit, giving it a hood to help hide her pointed ears as well as to shadow her sclera eyes. She’s quite self-conscious about both of these aspects as they make her stand out compared to a normal human.🔪

🔪Aaravi discovered her talent at potion and charms when she happened to stumble across some of the Witches of the ‘Coven’s stuff. She hadn’t been meaning to get mixed up with that stuff. But she couldn’t help but feel drawn to the charms and call of the cauldron. Of course she was never found out.🔪

🔪She doesn’t actually hate Damien or Liam, she doesn’t hate anyone at Spooky High in all honesty. She’s just... jealous that they get to be who they want without having to hide it. Of course she can’t exactly do anything about it since it’s just apart of who she is.🔪

🔪She has two moms, both that she loves very much even if she’s scared they will never accept her fully if she ever told them that she wasn’t... normal. Although... it’s possible that they know.🔪

#{ Stakes and Holy water (Aaravi) }#{ Got any Silver Bullets? | Musings (Aaravi) }#{ Stake-worthy (Headcanons) }

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royalreef · 1 year

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(( Also another reminder that I treat all ships as occurring in their own contained universes/timelines. If a crossover occurs with another ship or muse, I also consider this a different ‘verse, independent from the others. It keeps the timeline easier to remember for me, and prevents things like cheating plots. If I ever send an ask to someone or have a thread with Miranda and a muse discussing another muse, unless otherwise specified, these are considered their own thing and entirely “optional”.

The only real “exception” is the Union Verse, which is considered primarily crack/noncanon to begin with and operates as a low-stakes, low-plot setting to let Miranda’s harem various partners interact.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #(( its also easier for me bc that way if the blogs dont follow each other/arent on good terms #(( then it can be tossed aside without risk to the main verse between any given muse and miranda #(( i bring up aaravi a lot and miranda being married to aaravi #(( but know that this is stuff that isnt in conflict and has no weight on the actual plot me and the mun are working on #(( especially because while miranda is poly #(( there are multiple situations where she'll go exclusive with someone #(( and the unionization verse is just for funsies #(( optional in scarequotes just because everything i write is technically optional #(( rping is just for fun. im not gonna force anyone to be here.#(( its just. a little more optional.#(( like saving before making a choice that would lead you down two different paths #(( so you can explore one safely while knowing you can return to the other if you don't like it

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biteyourcrush · 1 year

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@royalreef asked:

It has to take place when there's no one else around.

Of course there are the traditional birthday celebrations. How could there not be? How could Miranda forget this day, how could she not have other presents, better presents, happier things than this? It's supposed to be for friends. For company. For another year of life to celebrate and to love.

This is neither of those things.

Do not mistake Miranda. It is still a gift. It is important to share, and she is risking a lot by sharing it. Even just getting this far, getting to this point — that would be enough, by her kingdom's courts, to singlehandedly label her a traitor. It was the kind of treason you just didn't walk away from if they caught you, the kind of treason that would make everything Miranda had and everything that she had worked for meaningless. This would get her executed. This would get an order out for her immediate death at all costs if they even so much as discovered what she had done. Not even what she was about to do, but what she had in her hands, right now.

It took a long time. How could it not? Sure, Miranda had access, she was the arbiter of such things as the heir to the throne, but this was beyond mere access. She couldn't just walk away with these things.

It was a process. It was a slow, arduous thing, covering her tracks, making sure she had everything that she needed. She had to be careful. She couldn't be caught. If she was caught then all of this was for nothing, she would be butchered in front of her own people and her tomb would be broken, smashed, so that there would not even be anywhere for her bones to finally lay. She wouldn't see Aaravi again, if that happened. And when all of this was for her, she had to keep her safe, had to do what she needed to do.

She hadn't brought it in with the rest of the presents either. It had to be hidden. Miranda had slipped it in under a false bottom, under as many protective spells as she could, as much anti-scrying as she could muster. When Aaravi wasn't home, she had been working those runes into the walls, behind paintings, under countertops, places no one would ever notice them. Places no one would see. She had to doublecheck they worked. She had to make sure no one would be able to see what happened.

She hadn't even let Hex see. Wouldn't let them see. This had to be achieved carefully, a mix between making them promise privacy after all of the other celebrations were over, when she could just be alone with Aaravi and that it was serious, and with some bribery. There were plenty of fine distractions that she could offer, gifts of their own to claim. She just needed to be alone.

She had brought Aaravi into their bedroom. It was strange, to think of it as their bedroom now, but in a pleasant way. A lived-in way. A want that started in her stomach and burned through her body, aching in purple hues behind her ribs, that some day Miranda might not have to sleep anywhere else. That they could have one bedroom, one place to call their own.

The windows had been drawn. Miranda had placed a special seal on them specifically, for that. As was the door, locked, and then placed with a charm as well, to keep out intruders.

She had told Aaravi it was one last gift. One last something that she had to give her. Had sat Aaravi on the edge of the bed while she went through the process, worrying over every step, making sure it was okay. That everything was ready. That they could begin this, this final step, this final act of high treason, one of the worst Miranda knew of.

It was only then that she finally fetched the box. Nothing elaborate, this time. It was ivory-white, plain, curved at the edges so that it had no hard corners. It shimmered, mother-of-pearl, in the light, but it wasn't made for decoration.

It didn't even appear to have a seal, an edge where it might open, or a way to open it, until Miranda kneeled in front of Aaravi and slid her hand along the front. Trained to only respond to the telltale signature of her soul, a fingerprint so specific and unique that it was near impossible to replicate without the real thing. Until the front opened, panels sliding apart, the illusion of seamlessness broken as they shifted like an alien animal, and it came apart, the top half folding away to show what was inside.

Laying inside was five objects. All identical, in form and in function.

They looked like snail shells or squid pens, at first. Long and crystalline, organic in structure. They curled along the outer edge, clockwise, winding down to the bottom, where they had an opening with a cap like that of a snail. See-through, at that. Against their outer edges pressed translucent organs and innards, viscera coiled up inside with only the outer shell edge to stop them from being exposed to the air.

But that wasn't the only thing inside of them. There was a liquid substance, contained in one of those transparent organs, moving with gravity as Miranda held it. Some dark coloration. It may have been the light, or it may have been the shells, but it seemed to shift with other colors, inside. Harder to describe colors. Colors that didn't seem to fit.

"Aaravi," Miranda spoke softly, not a breath above a whisper. Looking up at Aaravi in reverence, in love, in a pleading thing that she didn't want to name. "My love, my wife, my ul'kiha.

It is time you learned the truth about my kingdom."

And then she told her the story. Told her how it happened. Told her how her kingdom came to power and what her ancestors did, how the Cees'rril'ta began.

She told Aaravi what had been done. She told her what she really was, in all of her awful glory, what lived beneath her skin. She told Aaravi what was possible for the royals, her family, to do. She told Aaravi of what lay beneath the sea.

Of corpses. Of gods. Of crimes committed. Of abominations born. Of war machines that did not think nor live, and of war machines that thought and lived as one of their own.

She told Aaravi what the holiday that Miranda was born upon, pure coincidence, was really celebrating.

She told Aaravi what her duties entailed.

And it was only then that her story shifted. Changed. As she explained what she had done. How she had to steal this away, slowly, ever so slowly. That if they caught her, she would be dead. That this was the highest crime that the Merkingdom had, their most despised act, the most severe treason that Miranda could have ever done.

She had stolen fire from the gods, for Aaravi's sake.

Miranda explained that she had to do it. That what she had was something that all of the other royals of her line had, that it was what kept them in power, that this was what set them apart. That if Aaravi had tried to kill the king, or even one of her sisters, then she would enter into a place worse than death before she could scream. That they could take her, and break her in ways that were impossible anywhere else.

She apologized for keeping it a secret for so long. Even telling her was treason. Even letting her know what lay below, on the ocean floor, was forbidden, that Miranda could have been put to death for that alone. All of this was supposed to remain secret. All of this was supposed to belong to the Merkingdom, not to the land. That this was what Miranda was supposed to guard with her life.

And then she explained that this is what it took.

Only a week. She would feel sick, and be terribly sick, and Miranda would look after her. It would be rough. It would not be pleasant.

But after a week, they could not hurt her anymore. No one within the Merkingdom could use the abominations against Aaravi, no one could make them hurt her. Nothing beyond the stars, beyond sleep and beyond death, could touch her. She could stare into the face of madness, and it would just be a face. The gods were but bad dreams, and she could wake up now. No royal could harm her in any way other than the sword and spear, and the playing ground would finally be level, with nothing to hold over her head.

After that, she could see what was inside Miranda. She could look at it, and not be hurt. That Miranda could not hurt her and would not harm her, not even at her worst.

It was only after that did she pause. Breathing softly, scared, her pulse hammering in her throat. It was said. It was done. If Aaravi would have her, if she would accept this, then Miranda would do it. Would see to every step of the process. Would make sure no gods nor kings could lay a hand upon her that she could not return in full.

Then, she laughed a little. Dry, almost disbelieving. Inappropriate, maybe, but the thought came and lodged itself in her mouth so that she had to speak it.

" ......... You know, if we were married in the way my kingdom wishes I was married, then this would be one of your wedding gifts."

Somehow this year, so far, had managed to top last year.

Perhaps it was the fact that Aaravi had chilled out enough to start making friends enough that people actually cared about her birthday. Perhaps it was the fact that she, more than just receiving gifts from her friends (and her ul’kiha- this was her second birthday spent married, it was mind boggling to think about), actually felt like she had something to actually celebrate for another revolution around the sun- that she had grown, changed, become better in the past year- instead of another year spent throwing herself at dangerous situation after dangerous situation, low-key probably not even wanting to make it out alive before now.

It was the first birthday she has had in along time where another year of life felt like a gift, instead of a curse.

When all was said and done- when celebrations were had, cake was cut, and Miri dragged the both of them home- with Hex promising to leave the two of them alone in the apartment together- when Miri brought out that box-

The mere presence of it set off the clarion bells of reality in Aaravi’s brain. Her Slayer’s instinct- the thing that had been gifted to people like her to sense the presence of intrusion upon reality and the living- acting up and shouting 'DANGEROUS, THIS IS DANGEROUS-'

And then Miranda explained. Held up each stoppered shell of the viscera of Ancient Ones, and confessed the crimes of her people. Of her own doing.

It was... it was almost funny. How much Aaravi would’ve given before now to have some sort of weapon against the ultimate powers of entropy- the Nothingness that the Slayers were supposed to guard against, the boogeymen they had to fight- and yet a whole civilization had figure out how to turn the despairing eldritch forces powers against them.

She placed a hand over Miranda’s.

“You know... it’s kind of scary how every day I learn something new about you, and every time I do it reminds me of... of myself, in a weird way.”

A part of her worried about whether she could even accept this. It made sense that someone like Miranda could handle it- could take in part of an Elder Deity like it was a vaccine- but how would that interact with the powers of the Slayer in her blood? Would they harmonize- or would it spell out something worse, as her own body tore itself apart to reject the influence?

As she held Miranda’s hand in her own- looked her ul’kiha in the eye, and thought about everything she would do to protect Miranda- the choice was obvious.

If she and Miranda could cohabitate- could love each other, like they did- then there was always a chance.

Down the hatch, as they say.

#ic #the chosen one : aaravi mishra #beloved ul'kiha : miranda mishra #Such a scratch could never harm me : AaravixMiranda (royalreef)#royalreef #this required... a LOT of thought #so it's a bit late for Ravi's birthday #(and compounded with the fact that Aaravi has been my most UNCOOPERATIVE muse lately)#but it's FINALLY DONE

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