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malleleothreesome · 7 months

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Femdom!Reader x Sub!Malleus Draconia

💚 summary: Malleus grovels before you as you sit upon his throne in the Diasomnia dorm lounge ༶༶༶ 💚 warnings: afab fem reader, no pronouns (use of you/your) but Malleus does refer to you as his Queen. Malleus has two cocks, consensual bdsm scene, all actions taken agreed upon offscreen prior to starting and are within Malleus' boundaries, collar & leash, you use him as a footrest, use of good/bad boy, you slap him (it doesn't hurt), punishment: you masturbate in front of him, edging (him), orgasm denial (him), face sitting cunnilingus, vagina stretching spell, breeding, creampie, aftercare ༶༶༶ 💚 word count: 4.5k words ripped from my tortured soul

Oh, how easy it was to turn the powerful, brooding future King of Briar Valley into a needy, desperately loyal little puppy. Completely dependent on your attention—and your touch. Who could have known he would fall so deeply—and wretchedly—in love with the first girl who didn’t run away? After centuries of Malleus walking alone under the dark void of night, you came and filled the sky with bright, twinkling stars. From the very second he was met with your crinkled, smiling eyes—a far cry from the usual look of dread—he was yours, and yours alone. Without a second thought, you’ve folded him into your sweet embrace, promising eternity. You’ve taken it upon yourself to fill his days with love, companionship, happiness—things he has indeed always deserved, but all of which, until now, were missing entirely.

You were inseparable. When he wasn’t tending to Kingly duties, he could be found close behind you, clinging to your comfort and familiarity. Malleus always admired your confidence, strength, and what seemed to be sheer fearlessness. You packed a lot of spunk in that tiny, mortal body of yours. You were determined to get the other students to accept him—you would have done it by force if you’d had to. (You didn’t have to. You were far too clever for that.)

He was your plus one, always. You introduced him with such adoration, that any preconceived ideas of him were pushed aside without much thought. If someone dared question his presence, you’d make an example of their rude presumptions. All the while, Malleus towered sheepishly behind you, blushing, and elated. You were the only one in his life who truly saw him.

Dominance was Malleus’ birthright. His ability to command inferiority and trepidation from every single person in a room was an unwanted side effect that had been passed down for generations. Dominance is a role he was forced into by his Kingdom—it’s all he’d ever known. But then, there was you. The way you stand up to and for him with no fear or hesitation. The way you simultaneously treat him like he’s Just Some Guy, and also the most precious treasure in the world. Watching you take the lead makes his heart race—and loins ache—faster and deeper than anything before. He was absolutely desperate for you to take advantage.

So there you were, sitting on Malleus’ throne in the Diasomnia lounge, in the depths of the night. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms. The Prince of Thorns was kneeling before you, his alabaster face enveloped in the faint purple and green glow that danced around the throne—the only source of light in an otherwise pitch black room. Your feet—costumed in 6-inch, dagger-like heels that might be lethal to both body and soul—rest heavy on his shoulders. If only Malleus’ ancestors could see their tyrannizing heir being used as a footrest by a common human…

Your lingerie is devoid in the places it matters most—a corset that leaves your breasts propped up and completely exposed, panties with a slit that perfectly frames your exposed, wet cunt. So close, yet so far away. A flick of his forked, serpent-like tongue slips out of his mouth. His eyes get lost in the view. For you, he would reduce himself down to just a tongue—how he yearns to be useful. His twin cocks create a prominent bulge against his tight, leather pants. You keep a short, firm grip on the leash that connects to the patent black collar around his neck.

“What are you looking at?” You ask rhetorically, taking your right foot off his shoulder and placing the toe of your stiletto against his forehead, forcing his gaze to meet yours. You let it linger there, making a point: The feared crown Prince of Briar Valley is beneath you.

His heart stammers and he gulps, lips parted but unable to form an answer. A low moan escapes his throat, eyelids fluttering closed—this is pure ecstacy. Unfiltered submission. Total loss of control. Absolute surrender. It was intoxicating. He had no control of his body, and he could hardly form a coherent thought. His cock muscles begin to flex against his pants, as his desperation to create friction shows face.

But it’s not time for relief or release. You yank his collar, forcing his face toward you. “Bad boy!” you purr, through gritted teeth, slapping him hard across the cheek. “Did I give you permission for pleasure?”

His eyes roll back, hand instinctively rushing to his cheek. Not to tend to the wound—to relish in the feeling of your touch. The slap didn’t hurt, but the sheer audacity of the move was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. In his long life, no one had ever dared challenge him in such a way. You loved how your precious Malleus showed his emotions so plainly on his face. A strong wave of arousal flooded your nervous system as you admired his flushed face. His eyes had gone hazy, drool glistened on the corners of his mouth, which had curled into the lewdest smile you’d ever seen. There was no doubt—he was getting off to this.

You yank the leash again, forcing him out of sexual gratification. “What a shame.” You look down at him with so much contempt that he winces. You almost wanted to break the scene and comfort him, but these were the rules. This was what he wanted.

You continue to follow through with your punishment, reminding him of his place and purpose in the bedroom: service and obedience. You take a deep breath and sigh. "I was really looking forward to using that pretty face of yours to make myself cum. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

You remove your feet from his body, bracing them on the seat of the throne and spreading your legs in one smooth motion. His pout transitions into a dropped jaw as your free hand crawls down your stomach to spread your labia apart. You hold his eye contact and you see his slitted pupils dilate. You begin to draw slow, sensual circles around your clit.

Every neuron fires off in delicious agony, screaming that he should be the one pleasuring you. His heart aches—he vowed to himself that his Queen shouldn’t have to lift a finger as long as he was around. Malleus was holistically devoted; your pleasure has become his entire purpose.

He dedicated his days to chasing the high of your smiles and his nights to getting drunk off of your moans. He didn’t deserve to revel in your precious light, but you let him in without a second thought. That was just the type of person his beloved human was, and for that, he would serve you until his last breath.

But now he had to sit idly and watch as you enjoyed yourself without him. What a beautiful torture. A fitting punishment. Perfect for stripping away his ego, forcing him out of everything he knew, all while reminding him of his subservient status. As much as it hurt him… he craved moments like these.

Malleus studies your movements carefully, internalizing every detail of how you pleasure yourself. The way you slid your middle finger up through your delicate folds, gathering the slick of your own arousal for lubrication. How you alternate between light flicks on your clit and flat, rapid rubbing with two fingers. The way you allow yourself to become absorbed in your lechery.

You’re sure to drag out Malleus’ punishment, taking time to honor every part of yourself. You explore every surface of your body, through your hair, teasing your hardened nipples on the way back down to your cunt. What a naughty tease. How beautiful it was to watch your vulva swell as you got closer and closer to orgasm. His heart raced, breath running ragged as he became consumed by theories of what you could be thinking of to bring yourself closer to the edge. Were you thinking about him? What dirty fantasy about him would transform your pleasure, forcing you to the point of no return?

Whatever it was, you couldn’t fight it. Your eyes widened, and Malleus watched as you wrapped his leash around your wrist to grip the armrest of his throne, holding on for dear life as you rode out the high of your orgasm. Malleus made a tight fist with his right hand, digging his nails into his palm to prevent himself from cumming too, just from the sight of you. There was no bigger turn-on than seeing you receive the pleasure you deserve. It had been weeks since his Queen had allowed him to cum. His balls were desperate to release—even a nipple poking through your t-shirt was enough to feel like he was edging.

Currently, it was taking every fiber of his being not to slip up. He was ever careful not to take any action that his Queen would consider stepping out of line, lest his orgasm be denied further. But that look on your face… every sound of pleasure from your sweet lips… every involuntary twitch of your legs and each curl of your toes—safely filed away in his mind to replay when his Queen finally gives him permission to cum.

“What a good boy you were. I know that was hard for you.”

You sit back up on the throne, leaning towards Malleus’ face, smiling sweetly as you let your smug, cunning eyes tell a different story. You know you’re driving him mad—and you’re goddamn proud of it. You lean even closer, lifting his chin with your blood-red, manicured fingertips. You can’t help but giggle as you poke and prod, rubbing his pale, soft cheeks with your thumb, dragging your fingernail along his pointed ear. His blush deepens. You lift his upper lip up with one teasing finger, admiring his cute little fangs.

“How adorable you are. My perfect little obedient pet. My perfect lover. I love everything about you.”

You settle back into the chair, cheek resting on your fist, face arranged in a coy little smile.

“You may speak.”

A faint, “T-thank you, m-my Queen” is all he can muster before dropping eye contact and falling silent again, cheeks sizzling. He doesn’t know how to process your earnest adoration.

“Aw, is that the best you can do? I can only hope you have more to say when giving a royal address, or appearing before the faerie courts. Let’s hope the domestication of a future King isn’t grounds for dethronement. By a human, no less.”

You both know Malleus remains ever-so-diligently authoritative when it comes to his duties to his Kingdom—it’s one of the reasons you felt so honored how eager Malleus was to lower himself for both of your pleasure.

“You know, I don’t like punishing you when you’re a bad boy. I want to take care of you, too.” You yank his leash in a final act of correction, watching his upper body stumble forwards once again. “Don’t make me do it again, or I swear on the Seven you will not like what follows. Now lay on your back. I’m not even close to being satisfied.”

Without hesitation, Malleus falls to the floor. Another place you shouldn’t find a powerful crown Prince: laying on the cold, hard, dirty ground. He wears a stupid smile on his face—he knows what’s coming. Rolling your eyes, you get in position; feet framing his eager face, offering a direct bird’s-eye view of your plump, glistening cunt. Slowly lowering yourself into a squat above his face, you purr, “beg for it.”

He can smell the musk of your pussy and his cocks throb painfully against his pants. His heart races, eyes once again hazy with arousal, mouth completely agape. His body twitches—he’s already edging. I guess a month of being denied orgasm will do that.

He looks up at you, eyes watering, lip quivering, hands in tight fists as he fights the urge to touch himself. He closes his eyes, savoring the warmth radiating from your cunt, and deeply inhales your scent. A deep, warm exhale swirls around your clit—still sensitive from your first orgasm—which sends a surge of electricity through your entire nervous system. You can’t help but shudder.

The corners of his lips curve upward, his ego is beginning to show itself again. You yank his leash upwards, meeting his eyes with a narrowed stare. Malleus knows the drill. He doesn't want his Queen's kindness to turn cold, after all. He gulps, all arrogance vanishing in an instant. You relax your grip.

A pathetic whine accompanies his plea: deep, smooth, and dripping with arousal. "Please," he begins. His eyes are wide and his lip trembles, desperate to satisfy his Queen. "I will worship your beautiful body. I will show you my love, my loyalty, my devotion, with the entirety of my being. My tongue will show you my adoration and gratitude. Please..." he begs and whimpers, more pathetic with each word.

"You're drooling." You wipe his mouth with your thumb, smearing it across his lips and forcing them apart. You stick your thumb into his mouth, on which he sucks hungrily. You can't help but smile—he really is greedy for your love. "Such a filthy, desperate, pitiful, whiny boy."

His eyelids flutter and he moans, loving how your words make him feel. His cocky, confident demeanor completely dissipates as you degrade him. He's a complete mess, completely dependent on your words and your touch. The second your finger is out of his mouth, he begins begging again, more frantically. "Please. Sit on my face. I want to be useful. I want to make you feel good. Please, please, use my mouth, I want to make you cum. I want to be covered in your essence. I want to taste the sweetness of your arousal. I want to drink it up, and breathe you in. I want to be completely engulfed in the warmth of your cunt. Please, my Queen. Use me for your pleasure. Let me worship your pussy.”

"You may."

Those two words felt electric. Malleus' heart raced and his cocks leaked and his eyes rolled back, lost in the euphoria of this moment. His arms reach around to squeeze the sides of your thighs, pulling your dripping cunt to his face before you could change your mind. A demanding action like that normally wouldn’t have been allowed, but you were already losing yourself to pleasure.

He pressed his nose into your pubic bone, licking at every inch of skin he could reach. Malleus wastes no time giving his Queen exactly what she wants. His tongue strokes up and down your pulsing pussy, lapping up your wetness and savoring every taste. His eyelids flutter in carnal ecstasy and his mind floats away, primal instincts taking over. Breathing deeply through his nose, practically drowning in your scent, a moan escapes his lips. He licks faster, swirling his tongue around your clit. He looks up, moaning again as he takes in the view: the plump undersides of your breasts bouncing lightly with every lick, fire-red fingernails squeezing your right nipple, your head thrown back in unmistakable pleasure. His moan pulsates against your soaking wet pussy, intensifying your pleasure to something even more carnal. Your pelvis—suddenly with a mind of its own—thrusts and grinds against his tongue.

He's hungry and messy, but he knows exactly how to please you. You run your fingers through his dark, sweaty bangs, pushing his hair back to expose the gorgeous scales hidden on his forehead. You hold onto his horns like a saddle, taking back some control.

"You're such a good boy, Malleus. Keep going." His long, forked tongue is immediately thrust inside of you, desperate to gather up every bit of slick from your last orgasm. You can feel his thick tongue prod against your sensitive, contracting walls as he eagerly laps up your sweet, musky juices. His tongue could do things a mortal man couldn’t dream of. You grind down harder, pushing his face further into you.

Arching your back, his tongue continues to devour you, licking and sucking with primal desperation. He licks the entire length of your vulva and then sucks his way up your labia, finishing his trail with a wet “pop,” leaving your clit swollen and throbbing. He revisits your labia with his entire mouth, sucking it taut and letting it go. The sensation of the blood rushing back is divine, and your whole body shivers. You’re so close. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your plush thighs, holding on for dear life as his adrenaline pulses through every blood vessel.

Your moans are music to his ears, and he wants more. He sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue, flicking and licking up and down, positioning it safely between the fork of his tongue. It's too much, but you want more. He vibrates his tongue, sending shockwaves up and down your spine. Your leg muscles twitch and your breath catches. He can tell that you're almost there, and his cocks throb harder than ever. He’s desperate to cum when you do.

"Don't cum." You read his mind. "If you obey me, I'll let you cum in my womb."

He moans loudly, and his hips involuntarily jerk upward, trying to find friction in the air. His cocks are dripping, his pants soaked with clear, sticky precum. He feels so hot and needy, it's almost painful. But he loves it. The idea of finally releasing into you—his Queen. His love. His entire universe. If he could cum right now, he'd fill you to the brim, and then some. He'd give you the family you've always wanted. He'd make sure you'd never want for anything else. He'd give you everything in his universe, just like he promised.

Malleus can't help but whimper as you pull his hair, forcing his mouth back against your pussy. "Focus," you remind him. You can feel him nod, and then his tongue is back to work, licking, sucking, and flicking your clit, vibrating his tongue and moaning against your folds, the sound muffled by your flesh.

"You're such a good boy," you praise him. His eyes roll back and he moans even louder, sending vibrations up through your pussy. "Mmm... that's a good boy, Malleus. Such a good boy." He's getting sloppy, moaning and whimpering and bucking his hips uncontrollably. "You're so needy. Just a little more... a little longer. I'm close. Don't stop. Make me cum."

You feel his fingers digging into your flesh, his whole body is trembling. His face is red, and tears stream down his cheeks. His cocks ache—he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

For his finishing move, he pulls your clit between his lips and begins to suck, swirling his tongue around, and then flicking the tip. He vibrates his tongue as hard and as fast as he can, sending shockwave after shockwave straight through you until you’re completely uninhibited. You shudder and convulse, completely lost in orgasmic ecstasy. “MALLEUS,” you scream, cumming so hard that your juices squirt into his mouth and run down his chin. He shoves his tongue deep within your pussy, feeling your walls contract around him, lapping up the sweet, sticky liquid as it releases. He's in Heaven. His eyes are closed, breathing ragged, his chest heaves. He's panting, covered in sweat. His cocks twitch, and his balls ache, but he wouldn't dare let himself go over the edge. His prize awaits.

You crawl away from this face, legs wobbling and mind scrambling to catch up. Looking back at him, you see smudged eyeliner, swollen lips, and a face glistening in your juices. His chest heaves, cocks leaking with desperate arousal. He looks so pitiful, completely lost in the throes of carnal desire. He meets your gaze, his eyes out of focus. Small, desperate whimpers escape his lips. He's desperate for your touch—and you love seeing him this way.

You slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one, taking the time to appreciate each reveal of toned muscle. He's so beautiful. Pure. Innocent. Perfect. You run your fingers down his chest, feeling the smooth, firm skin, and the rise and fall of his chest. His nipples are hard, and you can't resist. You tease them with your red, stiletto fingertips, feeling him shudder under your touch. He's so cute when he's aroused.

"M-my Queen..." he mumbles, and you know exactly what he wants. You kiss his chest, he moans. Arching his back, his hips buck forward, and a frustrated groan exits his airway. You kiss his nipples, playfully sucking, then a quick nibble. He cries out, body trembling, cocks twitching with excitement.

"Patience, my love," you coo. "You’ll get your reward."

You trail kisses down his torso as he squirms beneath you. His cocks are painfully hard. By the time you reach the waistband of his pants, his entire being is begging for you to take them off. In the same moment you’ve tugged the zipper down, his cocks spring free, bouncing against his abdomen. They're hard as rocks, covered in precum, and twitching with need. He's whimpering, and you know he can’t hold on much longer.

Slipping his pants down, you free his legs of their final constraint. You look up to find him gazing at you through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. He's so beyond ready for release. You climb back up him, straddling his hips, careful not to make contact with either cock—you don't want him to cum just yet. Not before he fills you up, and makes you his.

"I want to take both of them. I don't want to waste a single drop." This is new. Usually it’s one cock inside of you while you jerk the other off or rub it against your clit. Two at once require a bit of fae magic. He nods, shuddering. Reaching up, his fingers brush against your pussy. His gasp is voracious—he felt how soaking wet you are. His hand glows green and he pushes two fingers into your tight little pussy, his magic spreading inside of you. It tingles in the best way. You feel like you're being filled up with warmth and love and ecstacy. Your body buzzes, pussy throbbing. As his magic begins to take effect, he adds two more fingers, your pussy eagerly and willingly stretching to accommodate his entire fist. Euphoria courses through your veins.

“Give yourself to me. Fill me up with every last bit of you. Make me see stars.”

Finally, permission.

In one swift motion, Malleus removes his fist and plunges both pulsing, throbbing, needing cocks inside of your enchanted pussy. Within an instant, Malleus can't hold back any longer. He erupts, and a guttural moan escapes his lungs as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His whole body convulses, hips jerking violently, pumping his hot, sticky, viscous essence deep within your womb. Your eyes roll back, feeling his thick, warm cum paint your insides. The sheer force of his orgasm pushes you over the edge, and you cum for the third time that night, your walls clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. The feeling is almost indescribable—both of your aching bodies become one, pleasure and cum filling you to the absolute brim. He pummels you again and again, your eyes rolling back, jaw slack, holding on for dear life.

He's continues to cum—it's been a month, after all. His moans are desperate, his breathing ragged. His hips buck, and his body trembles. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass cheeks, pulling you flush against him. He can't get enough. His head spins thinking about how badly he wants to impregnate you. To breed with you. To have you bear his children. To make you a mommy. He imagines your beautiful, swollen belly; a physical manifestation of the love you share.

After what may have been eons, his orgasm finally subsides. His vision clears, and he's met with a glorious sight: you, above him, blissed out and dripping with cum. His heart swells, his love for you now deeper than ever. You allow him to kiss you, after seeing him yearn for it. You taste his love, his desperation, and his complete submission to you. It's divine.

You collapse, falling on top of his chest. Lay there together, breathing hard, you both come down from the most intense orgasm of your lives. His cocks soften, and slip out of your overflowing cunt. Your body shudders. It feels strange to be empty again.

“Bathe me," you command him.

"Anything for my beloved."

You both stand, legs wobbly. With a flick of his wrist, Malleus uses his magic to clean up, restoring the room to a pristine state. Before you can protest, Malleus scoops you up, and in a flash, you're back in his dorm room. The green teleportation fireflies fade as he carries you to the bath. You relax into his arms. With one, strong hand, he turns the water on, making sure it's just the right temperature, cuddling you until the water fills. Sleepily, you disconnect the leash from his collar, leaving his collar fastened around his neck as a sign of ownership.

Malleus carefully slides the straps of your corset off your shoulders, unlacing the back and letting it fall to the ground. He kisses along your clavicle, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He kneels before you, slowly pulling your panties down. Watching them fall, he can't help but blush, remembering the way he'd seen them just moments before. Your nudity is absolutely mesmerizing.

You step into the soothing water in the tub, and Malleus steps in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap. He's so good at caring for you. He washes and scrubs every inch of your skin, finishing with a scalp massage. His movements are soft and intentional—full of love and adoration. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. You let your eyes close, listening to his heart beat, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"Thank you for tonight. It was perfect," he coos into your ear.

"I'm so happy you trust me so much with your fantasies." You feel him smile as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. "Do you feel more comfortable in your submission?"

"Every time, it gets easier. I've never felt this safe or this loved. I am forever indebted to you. I love you, now and always."

"I love you too, Malleus. Now and always."

His hands rest on your lower belly. One day, it will swell with change, and you'll bear his heirs. You'll live your life together, and you'll rule his kingdom by his side. He can hardly wait—he’s already vowed to serve and protect you and your future children with every bone in his body. But for now, he takes pride in knowing you choose to be with him. To show him that his submission is not weakness, it’s power. It's a privilege. And more than anything, it's love.

You fall asleep like this, in his arms, dreaming of your future together. He holds you close, cherishing the moment. You're his everything—now, and always.

This was my first ever fic! If you enjoyed it, it would mean the absolute world to me if you told me either in the replies, in my ask box, or in the tags! Please know you have my endless gratitude for reading my fanfic — thank you for supporting my passion. I have been a long time lover of fanfic and I am absolutely honored to finally contribute to the community I care so deeply about! I hope you had a great time! 💚 Erica Malleleothreesome

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ladyrijus · 4 months

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Lately, I have been thinking about Kotake and Koume, and, out of interest, have read through a lot of interesting takes on their involvement in Ganondorf's upbringing during Ocarina of Time. However, I've noticed that some of these discussions tend to depict them as emotionally distant, exploitative, manipulative, and even borderline cruel.

Which, granted, isn't entirely out of line for their characters. What other personality traits could we expect out of witches who brainwashed their people into doing the bidding of their king, who were born nearly 400 years before the events of Ocarina of Time and therefore hold a vastly different worldview than the rest of their tribe?

But as always, I like to carry a bit of sensible skepticism when it comes to the narrative that is being pushed in the game. And I find it almost imperative to do so for Ocarina of Time, given that it is played through the eyes of Link, a child soldier who fails to question the orders that he believes he is meant to follow, and the kingdom of Hyrule, which had recently come out as the victor and dominant power after a "civil" war.

The question still remains, however. What, in Ocarina of Time, would "redeem" Twinrova? Where can we see evidence of their "goodness"?

In my opinion? Their powers.

Their powers, I argue, were not chosen randomly by the creators of Ocarina of Time. It was absolutely intentional to show their association with the Gerudo Tribe and more importantly, the Gerudo Valley/Desert. Just think about it, the climate there is scorching hot during the day, yet biting cold during the night.

Wouldn't you, with powers of ice, try to cool down your people after they return from a tiring yet successful hunt?

Wouldn't you, with powers of fire, try to warm your people up when there is not enough hides and furs to pass around?

And given that no one (aside from maybe Ganondorf) has these powers, it is safe to assume that the Gerudo regarded Twinrova as blessed beings; divine guardians sent by the Goddess of the Sands as a reward for their endurance in such harsh climates.

Again, this isn't to condone their actions that take place during the game. We see they are more than happy to kill in the name of their king, willing to coerce others into killing by ways of dark magic.

However, we should also acknowledge the fact that we're encouraged to see just that: two antagonistic witches who revel in brainwashing, killing, cheating death, and being unapologetically evil.

Boring. If we wanted absolutely evil, death seeking creatures, we can look to literally any other magical creature in Ocarina of Time.

Rather, it's important that Twinrova are humans (or humanoid, though either way their sentience still stands), as it forces players to 1) look at the bigger picture and question why the twins behave the way they do and 2) recognize that they have motives that go beyond simply helping a king assert control over an entire world.

Perhaps, Twinrova might have been prolonging their lives to look out for their people, as they had no one with magical affinity to mentor until Ganondorf had demonstrated his own prowess in the mystical arts.

Perhaps, over the centuries, they realized the chiefs and chieftesses before Ganondorf were not cutthroat enough like their Hylian counterparts to fend off territorial expansion/colonization.

Perhaps, after seeing their era of prosperity being snatched away from them, they grew hateful of the kingdom that lives in splendor, and wanted to see it burn and freeze the way they do.

Perhaps, after seeing the complacency of the new generation, how some of their best warriors seek out lovers in that damned Castle Town, they realized this boy was their only hope of restoring their honor and dignity.

#i am the gerudo people's number one defender! move!#also i would like to point out that it's unlikely for ww ganondorf to etch their names to his dual swords if he held no affection for them #tloz #loz #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #gerudo #twinrova #kotake #koume #ganondorf #link #ocarina of time #oot

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yanmaresu · 1 year

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What do you think of the scenarios where the yandere is into someone who has a protective older sibling? Like Leona liking Malleus' sibling, Azul liking the Twins sibling, or Rook liking Trey's sibling, etc.?

I love them :') Whenever there is a protective older sibling in a story I just know I will be cheering and crying for them, put them in a yandere story and you will have me way more invested than if it was only the yandere and the darling in there because the sibling is always prone to do something wrong even with the best of intentions and feel so much responsibility over their little sibling.

(I'm so sorry, I remembered the ask said sister instead of sibling and wrote it as such x'd)

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cw: disguised blackmailing, stalking.

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Leona and the little sister he took under his wing while growing up. Both of them were always ignored, Leona got bitter comments because of his unique magic and temperament, while his sister was pitied and cast aside because of her weak complexion. It was his sister who approached him first, she looked up at him and found comfort in his company. Leona tolerated her at first, then grew to like being praised for his schemes, he started teaching his sister, then he watched out for his words. His sister had a worse temperament than him, getting easily angry at anyone who dared to treat her like a glass figure; and reminding everyone of her presence whenever they dared to ignore her in favor of Farena, and sometimes even Leona. His sister may have been physically weak, but her mind and tongue were sharp.

After the princess visited nrc on the magishift tournament, and Malleus took a liking to her, Leona swore to keep the lizard away from his sister. Not only did he hate his guts, but he also knew how old-fashioned everyone from Briar Valley was, his sister would hate it there, especially with how Malleus’ subjects treated him. Whoever married him would be living in his shadow forever. So, Leona starts intercepting all the letters and gifts Malleus sends to his sister, burning them and sending the ashes back, he doesn’t want that lizard to keep bothering her. Even when Malleus starts sending some rather threatening messages, Leona doesn’t falter. However, he gets backstabbed once the very same sister he’s been trying to protect walks up to him and demands that he stops, because he may as well be doomed from the very start, but that doesn’t give him the right to interfere with her opportunity to become queen of one of the most powerful kingdoms out there.

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Azul who got separated from his little sister in the middle of their parent’s divorce. It was painful for him, the day he and his mother left, he lost his only friend. Azul had to wait for any event to happen every year to finally see each other again, like a birthday or a holiday. Azul treasured these moments when he got to spend time with his sister while growing up because, after months of getting bullied, he finally got to be happy with someone just like him, who could understand him. However, they grew up. Azul changed, he became sharper, bitter, wiser, and more secretive. While his sister… well, she stayed the same, always so sweet and happy to see him. Her love was unconditional, unlike the friendship he had with the twins. Azul wanted to keep her ignorant of all the bullying he had to go through, and the kind of business he participated in. That’s why when they grew up, Azul always dreaded his sister’s visits to the coral sea. Because she would be way too close to Floyd and Jade for his own comfort, and the twins seeing how Azul tried to keep his little sister hidden, couldn’t help but want to tease him by flirting with said sister, sometimes insinuating that big bro and them have a lot of friends who would die to meet her. Azul really wanted to keep her image of him spotless, but is growing difficult every day, as Floyd starts talking about his sister even when she’s far away, and Jade shamelessly lends a book about octopuses from the library.

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Vil and his little sister who fell in love with Neige :)

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Ruggie, who grew up alongside his cousin. Both of them had it rough while growing up, both learned and improvised different ways to earn money for grandma, and the search for food was always rough. However, his cousin learned that she could always get a meal or two from guys if she put on a pretty act and hid some things about herself. Grandma always tried to warn her about the dangers of getting too much attraction, but she never listened once, and she even ran away from Ruggie who tried to make sure she didn’t get into trouble.

About to reach her twenties, she never had to deal with consequences. None of the guys she tricked really knew her, just her persona, and she doubted any of them, who frequented the richer parts of the country, in the cities, would ever visit the poor streets on the outskirts. One day, however, something different happens. Ruggie’s cousin comes back home running and slamming the door behind her. She cries as she explains how the creepy blond guy, she was dining with suddenly took out dozens of photos from his pocket, all framing her doing various activities in their streets, and the markets you visit with simpler clothes and no earrings unless you want to visit the medic because someone ripped them off your ears. There were also photos of her inside their house, and going out with other guys. The blond was disgusting as he talked passionately about how he admired her strength and beauty.

She ran away from the restaurant.

Ruggie and their grandma had to make sure no one was following her, and tried to calm down her paranoia to no avail after scolding her. Gifts start arriving to the house, and all look expensive. Ruggie is the one who opens them, not wanting to subject his cousin or grandma to the possibility of getting harmed in case anyone tries to force their way in that brief moment. They sell the stuff, burn the pictures, and throw the arrowheads. Grandma tries to ask her grandchild for any way to identify the guy, but the girl couldn’t care to remember his name before he pulled the psycho card. The household’s economy wavers for a while, with Ruggie unable to leave his cousin and grandma alone, and the gifts barely covering the house’s expenses. Then the stalker appears. Rook Hunt is there to ask for another meeting, a bouquet of roses in his hands and a smile on his face. Ruggie is ready to fight him, but his grandma stops him when she recognizes the name and their connection to blood money.

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #Yo creo que si los gemelos tienen planta de mafiosos #entonces Rook tiene planta de hijo de marero

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Uncensored version below, gore cw

Forest elder and au explanation Valley Elder (Spike hair)

K they’re VERY messed up in this au but basically the war in this au is dragged out MUCH longer to the point it’s still active when skykids fall, aka everyone is alive. This is pre diamond explosion yet it’s not in good shape.

Everything is the same up until in desperation, wasteland elder is stabbed by the twins to try and end it all. But Wasteland didn’t fall, no, they fought harder than ever. They still stood even nearly being cut in half. They use their orange light (fire magic which the canonically got) to keep themselves moving. So much so that smoke seeps through the cracks of their armour, the sheer amount of light used to power their body changes their hair to be a flame itself, as I hc elders hair is comprised of light.

They’re burning.

Their will to keep moving is to protect their people and soldiers till their last breath, to the point of being near possessive of keeping them safe. The entire kingdom eventually is built around the war, trying to work into the lives of everyone because they’re not much else they can do than either fight or supply. The economy is changed, everyone is overworked, tired, and on the brink of collapse. And then us skykids come along with the impression they’re a threat.

They’re so silly :3

yes this is a redraw from an old armour concept I did awhile ago but shhhhh

#Sky: Elders of Stasis #sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky: cotl #skyblr #sky: children of the light #tac art #sky cotl fanart #sky elders #cw gore #cw: gore #wasteland elder #sky cotl elders #that sky game

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life-winners-liveblog · 5 months

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Can you explain the factions in the loser void again? im kinda lost

Here is a fully complete tutorial on the factions in the looser void! For you and everyone who might need it! (A collection of everything already said + some new info)

THE DUSKBRINGERS

Members:

Bad boys (Limited Life Jimmy, Joel and Grian)

Nosy neighbors (Limited Life BigB and Pearl)

Ranchers (Double Life Jimmy and Tango)

Flower valley (3rd Life Scott and Jimmy)

Story: Begun as the flower ranchers when the flowey valley allied with the ranchers once they noticed the rise of the Kingdom, was renamed to the Duskbringers by Limited Life Jimmy once the Bad Boys and Nosy Neighbors Joined...

Relations: tentative friendship with the Dukedom, despises the Kingdom, has rocky relationships with the Clockers and a neutral stance towards the other smaller alliances.

The Kingdom (of Blood)

Members:

Renchanting (3rd Life Ren, Martyn, Impulse, Skizz and BigB).

3rd Life Etho... sometimes? It's complicated.

Last Life Joel.

Boat boys (Double Life Joel and Etho)

Double Life Bdubs and Impulse (I can't remember the duo name)

Story: The promise of blood from the king has gathered the support of many, the Kingdom...sometimes called the Kingdom of Blood rose from the ashes of Renchanting and is ready to take control of the void.

Relations: Conflict with the Dukedom and Duskbringers, fragile alliance with the Clockers... Intends on taking control of the minor factions.

The Dukedom

Members:

Shadow alliance (Last Life Ren, Martyn, BigB and Lizzie)

3rd Life Joel (it took a bit to convince him)

Double Life Martyn and ZombieCleo.

Limited Life Scott.

Secret Life Mumbo. (Is trying to other mounders to join him... Kinda succeding)

Story: Created to combat the growing power of the Kingdom it was initially made up of Lal!Ren and Martyn together with Double Life Martyn and Cleo, in little time it has grown enough to rival the kingdom... They also picked up Mumbo like a stray on the side of the road.

Relations: Shaky friendship with Duskbringers, sworn enemies of the Kingdom, Neutral to the Clockers and other factions.

The Expanded Clocker Family:

Members:

Clockers ( Limited Life ZombieCleo, Bdubs and Scar)

Double Life Desert Duo (Grian and Scar)

Secret Life Lizzie.

In the process of recruiting Gem and the Scotts (secret Life Gem, Impulse and Scott)

Story:... They just kinda happened after LimL!Scar and DL!Scar made jokes about being twins and roping their partners into it... They saw Lizzie being lonely and sad and went mine.

Relations: Mostly neutral but partial to the Kingdom.

(this took a bit)

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #author answers

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EDIT: SUBMISSIONS CLOSED

The first Poll Tournament I will be running on this blog is the Sun and Moon Duo Tournament!

I did decide to go ahead and submit the ones I could think of, so currently already in the running are:

Cerberos/Kero and Yue: Cardcaptor Sakura

Spinel Sun and Ruby Moon: Cardcaptor Sakura

Espeon and Umbreon: Pokemon

Solrock and Lunatone: Pokemon

Solgaleo and Lunala: Pokemon

Celestia and Luna: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Itsuki Myoudouin/Cure Sunshine and Yuri Tsukikage/Cure Moonlight

When this poll tournament will properly be starting remains yet to be seen.

In the meantime submit a Sun and Moon Duo, along with where they come from and (if you want) propaganda. You can do this through ask or submit a post.

Submissions in bold have propaganda, submissions not in bold do not have propaganda. Whether they do or do not have some already, you are still free to submit some.

@tournament-announcer

Submissions (besides the ones above):

Paige Mahoney and Arcturus Mesarthim/Warden: The Bone Season

Mr Shine and Mr Bright: Kirby

Sun Dragon Inti and Moon Dragon Quilla: Yi-Gi-Oh

Sundrop and Moondrop: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Apollo and Artemis: Greek Mythology

Helios and Selene: Greek Mythology

Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi: Japanese Mythology

Sol and Mani: Norse Mythology

Skoll and Hati: Norse Mythology

Sun and Moon: The Amazing Digital Circus

Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque: Lego Monkie Kid

Hinata Shoyou and Tsukishima Kei: Haikyuu

Apollo and Midnighter: DC Comics

Cleopatra Selene and Alexander Helios: Real Life Twins of Mark Antony and Cleopatra

Henry Strauss and Addie LaRue: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Eirika and Ephraim: Fire Emblem

Alcryst and Diamant: Fire Emblem

Dianamon and Apollomon: Digimon

Maya Amano and Tatsuya Suou: Persona/Shin Megami Tensei

Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki: Naruto

Itempas and Nahadoth: Inheritance Trilogy

Sam and Sebastian: Stardew Valley

Mind and Heart: Chonny Jash

Spirit Bomb and Oozaru: Dragon Ball

Monkey D. Luffy and Hiyori Kozuki: One Piece

Cassandra and Rapunzel: Tangled the Series

Pokémon Sun and Pokémon Moon: Pokemon

Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki: Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryu Ishida: Bleach

Sol and Galicaea: Dimension 20: Fantasy High

Axel and Saix: Kingdom Hearts

Lottie and Laura Lee: Yellowjackets

Kala and Wolfgang: Sense8

Buffy Summers and Spike: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Calliope Burns and Juliette Fairmont: First Kill

Will Solace and Nico di Angelo: Percy Jackson Series

Jamie and Dani: The Haunting of Bly Manor

Alec and Magnus: The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters

Mariposa and Catania: Barbie Mariposa and the Fairy Princess

Janai and Amaya: The Dragon Prince

Ruby and Sapphire: Steven Universe

Bow and Glimmer: She-ra and the Princesses of Power

Karolina Dean and Nico Minoru: Marvel's Runaways

Rapunzel and Eugene: Tangled

Sun Bak and Kwon-Ho Mun: Sense8

Elena Amamiya/Cure Soleil and Madoka Kaguya/Cure Selene: Pretty Cure

Yusuf “Joe” al-Kaysani and Nicolò “Nicky” di Genova: The Old Guard

Sonic the Hedgehog and Knuckles the Echidna: Sonic the Hedgehog

Apple White and Raven Queen: Ever After High

The Sun and the Moon: Real Life

Ballister Boldheart and Ambrosius Goldenloin: Nimona

Seo Hwi and Nam Seon-ho: My Country: The New Age

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First Meetings (Hero’s Shadow backstory!)

The highlands were particularly chilly today as Link looked out into the dunes of Gerudo territory. It was strange how he could be so close to barren heat while also freezing his butt off.

Trilling his lips, the half-Sheikah warrior stretched lazily, gaze drifting from spot to the next. He had been transferred to guard duty along the Hyrulian-Gerudo border for his new assignment. It was his first time truly far from home, and it was honestly pretty thrilling. Link loved to see and learn new things, and the Gerudo Highlands were so vastly different from the lush, wet valleys and mountains of home. Kakariko Village was tucked away near Lake Hylia, and Link had spent most of his youth swimming and rushing to the large Cracked Mountain - legend said an earthquake had caused the large split along its center, and it held mystical treasures within its belly, but all Link had managed to do as a child was get stuck halfway through and give his elders a heart attack.

Either way, he loved exploring, and this place was all entirely new. The Highlands were visible from the capital on the Royal Plateau, but he’d never really known what to expect of any of it. Now that he was assigned here, he wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of the place.

But at the moment he was on duty, and so he stayed in his position.

It wasn’t as if the Gerudo were particularly hostile. They were not part of the kingdom and needed to be watched, and they were a warrior people, making them more threatening than others, but still… they hadn’t really caused problems for Hyrule, nor vice versa. There was definitely a wariness between the factions, though, and it created tension.

Movement caught Link’s eye, and he turned, wondering if maybe it was another lizard (he had already collected three), when he realized it was a person. Small, far in the distance, but someone nonetheless. Curious and a little wary, Link crept closer, hand slowly resting atop his katana, and then he got a closer look.

It was a Gerudo. A teenager, from the looks of it - maybe even around his age. She had twin scimitars, and she was practicing with them, slicing hydromelons with ease. Link watched her a little while, watched the way she moved so fluidly, the way her muscles rippled with each twist and turn, the way her hair reflected the sun far more than the sands did. He felt himself staring a little too long, his heart fluttering a little, and he stepped back, a little overwhelmed. The girl seemed to sense his scrutiny, stopping and looking around before glancing upward at him. Link swallowed, throat dry.

She—she was—she was beautiful.

Link heard a sandal on stone, and his adrenaline immediately spiked, every nerve on high alert, just in time to see a shadow cast over him. He looked up and saw a large figure seemingly falling out of the sky towards him, large mace in hand, and Link gasped a little, rolling out of the way as the weapon slammed into the earth.

Grabbing the hilt of his katana with his left hand, the thirteen-year-old immediately went into action. The initial removal from the scabbard was a wide slash, pushing the figure—a man who bore Gerudo traits (but weren’t all the Gerudo women? That’s what he’d heard)—back a little to avoid getting eviscerated. The sun shone behind the man, blinding Link a little, and he changed his position, breaking the kata in order to get a better view. It gave his opponent an opening, and he took a large step forward, swinging the mace horizontally. Link ducked, thankful for his small stature, and jabbed his blade directly forward. His enemy twisted to the side to dodge, and Link’s flank was wide open, giving the man an opportunity to do a one-handed swing with his weapon.

It hit true, slamming Link in the ribs.

The young warrior went flying, hitting the cliffside and falling to the ground, trying desperately to catch his breath. He heard the person walk towards him, and then heard under his breath, in a bemused tone, “A child?”

Link gasped life back into himself, ignoring how his ribs protested, and he sprang back to his feet, gripping his blade with both hands as he did another sweeping cut to drive his enemy back. He jerked a little at the end of the fluid motion, hissing in pain. His ribs were definitely broken.

Did he have a fairy? An elixir? He didn’t remember packing anything, but—

Link’s eyes widened as the man strode forward purposefully, both hands around the leather handle of the enormous mace, and he swept it right where Link’s head was. Clapping his hands together, the teenager channeled his magic, feeling the air sucked out of his lungs as he disappeared before the weapon could land a hit.

Ganondorf stared, blinking at the blank space where the child had just been. Despite being caught off guard by the Hylian’s age, he was still armed and he’d still been watching his daughter, which merited a swift response. The Gerudo king looked around a moment, confused, before hearing clothes fluttering. He turned around wildly, still seeing nothing, and then the sun reflected off something bright just above him, and he looked up and—

The child was about to stab him in the head.

Hissing, Ganondorf pushed hard with his right leg, jerking his body to the side just in time for the Hylian to slice his blade across his shoulder and part of his chest. Ganondorf bit back a yell, his blood pumping faster than it had in ages, and when he’d finished dodging, he’d almost had to laugh.

He didn’t know how this child was actually managing to put up a fight, but this was actually kind of invigorating. The boy had even landed a blow!

Ganondorf knew he’d won, though, based on how the boy struggled to breathe, so he paused before continuing the fight. “Who are you, child?”

The boy immediately hesitated, clearly caught off guard by his change in tone, and he stood hesitantly in a ready stance. “My name is Link.”

“Link,” Ganondorf repeated, humming and putting the mace on a strap on his back. The Hylian hesitated, red eyes curious and hopeful and far too trusting. In an instant, Ganondorf pulled out his spear, slamming the boy’s abdomen with the blunt end. The child gasped, falling to his back, and the fight was over. Ganondorf approached him slowly, watching his chest heave as he struggled to breathe. He pulled out a red potion, plopping it on the ground next to the boy, and dug the sharp end of his spear into the earth beside the child’s light blonde hair. “Don’t watch my daughter again.”

With that, the Gerudo king walked away, wondering what in the world Hyrule Kingdom was doing sending children to its borders anyway. But he had to admit… he was impressed by the boy’s fighting prowess.

Link grimaced, turning enough to grab the potion and chug it, wondering what in the world just happened.

Despite reporting the incident to his superiors, not much was really done. Apparently, there was concern that this was the actual King of the Gerudo himself, and no one would dare cause problems by claiming the king had attacked a lowly Hyrulian guard. Link wasn’t important enough to merit a war. He also felt immensely guilty he’d even managed to bring about any concern for one.

Sighing, the teenager resumed his post the next day, a little more wary and more than a little put out.

When he heard a foot scuff on stone, he immediately drew his blade, wondering what kind of insanity he was going to deal with now.

Instead, he saw the girl he recognized from yesterday, carrying a basket and looking apologetic.

“Hey,” she said softly, holding her hands up to appease him. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“This is the Hyrule border,” Link warned, not moving.

“Yeah. I know.” The teenager replied dully, as if it were obvious. Well… it was, but still. What else was he going to say?

“That means you can’t be here,” he explained, though there was less force in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” the girl replied dismissively. “Technically I can’t cross the line. That’s somewhere between you and me. I’m still in Gerudo territory.”

Link lowered his sword, growing confused. “Yeah, but… what do you want?”

“I wanted to say sorry,” the girl replied, lowering her arms and gripping the basket with both hands. “My dad is… overly protective. But… yeah. You want food?”

Link blinked. Blinked again. “Uh… sure?”

The girl smiled, trotting over and grabbing a stick. She traced a line in the dry earth, easily creating a division between them. “There. There’s the border. I won’t cross this line. But we can have a picnic in the meantime.”

Link stared at her, then at the line, then back at her. And then he giggled. “A picnic sounds nice.”

The two sat across from each other, the center of the basket placed directly over the line, and slowly they started to eat and chat. And if they stayed there for hours until the sun started to set, neither really commented on it.

And if they saw each other the next day for another picnic, neither complained.

And if a King and Queen of the Gerudo stood exasperatedly at the bottom of the cliff the tenth time it happened, neither of them noticed.

#writing #Hero of shadow #totk #Ganondorf #hemisi #Gan: *thinks some grown man is being a creep on his 13 year old daughter* oh I’m about to break ALL the treaties #Gan after realizing it’s a kid: Oh. Well. He was looking anyway so I’m teaching him a lesson.#Gan after realizing this is a kid who can FIGHT: Huh. Ok. I’m intrigued.#Hemisi and Link are cute <3 #I love them #legend of zelda #No editing my honor dies like Shadow #Poor baby T-T

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kimmiessimmies · 2 months

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"The Parks of the Separated Sisters"

Somewhat on the outskirts of the town centre of Honeycomb Valley, we find "The Parks of the Separated Sisters". Two carefully curated parks, maybe more gardens, mirroring each other and are separated by Honeycomb Valley's open-air performance venue, "Out in the Open" (to be seen in the next post).

In each of the parks, there's a statue of one of "the sisters". Urban legend has it that the sisters, identical twins, used to be princesses who lived hundreds of years ago when Honeycomb Valley was still part of a rural kingdom. Spoilt and bored, the princesses' favourite pastime was to roam around the village, fooling and confusing people by constantly trading places. One of their favourite victims was an old lady living in a small cottage just outside of the village. Little did the sisters know, this lady was actually an enchantress who one day decided she had enough. She cast a spell on them, forever condemning them to live separated, as statues in each other's mirrored image.

P.s.: Acrobat/magician girl in picture three is one of my Register sims who is apparently neglecting her job to tend to her hobby. I can relate to that, so I let her be.

#visit honeycomb #honeycomb valley #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 build #lot tour

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lelanida · 6 months

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After the warm hills of the Hidden Forest, we climb higher and higher until the raindrops become snowflakes. When a cold wind blows in our face, we will see stunning views of the most developed region and the cultural capital of the ancient kingdom - the Valley of Triumph.

Life on the cold cliffs, where winter takes up most of the year, seems impossible, but the inhabitants of the mountains had their patron, who stood between warm-blooded people and winter blizzards. Ognivo.

One of the most important holidays held in honor of Ognivo was days of fortune. The inhabitants of the mountains believed that once a year, Ognivo dies out and is reborn in a new body. This day was considered the beginning of the new year and was celebrated with a big festival. In this way, people demonstrated their gratitude to Ognivo for their patronage by creating masks symbolizing the new appearance of the deity. All the appearances of the Ognivo included various animals, which were repeated, making up a cycle. This cycle was depicted as a golden ring and was similar to the zodiac known to us. According to it, they also made a kind of horoscope and believed that the year in which you were born affects your personality.

In the Valley of Triumph, writing appeared before everyone else, and therefore, the myths about Ognivo were re-read from generation to generation. It can be said that Ognivo were not just a god. They were the national hero of the Valley. They were a friend and relative of any inhabitant of the mountains, from young to old. But with no one did they have such a friendship as with Elder Priestess. When the future elder appeared in the Valley, of course, she found out about the Ognivo. Not every deity could boast of such love. Priestess, being a semi-divine entity, could see inhabitants of limbo and, accordingly, Ognivo themself. Ognivo was wary of the guest at first but soon realized that Praistes is a pure soul who loves the Valley with all her heart, just like them.

It can be considered that the union of Ognivo and Priestess is the opposite of the confrontation between Teth and Dryad. The Priestess ruled the people, leading them to the Megabird, and Ognivo ruled the valley itself. After all, why should they divide something if together they will bring much more benefit?

One day, everything changed.

The cult of Ognivo lasted much longer than the other gods of the pantheon. That's because when Daleph and Alef arrived in the Valley, the Priestess refused to get rid of Ognivo. "They are part of the Valley. They were here, even before me. We have no right to drive them away." Aleph was not happy with such an outcome. He did not want the cult of the Megabird to compete with any other. But he did not argue with Priestess. Time passed, and Ognivo outlived the pantheon, seeing how the Four of the Isle, Prismix, and Dryad fell one after another. Alas, even Ognivo were destined to go out forever at one moment.

It was a great joy for the whole Valley when the elder had children. But it was also a great shock for the Family because no one thought that such a thing was possible. The mischievous twins won the hearts of the inhabitants of the mountains, and everyone was waiting for the moment when they would rule the Valley on an equal footing with their mother. But unfortunately, this was not destined to happen. After the birth of the twins, the Priestess's core received too much damage and began to gradually lose strength. Priestess did not die in a bang. She've been fading away for a long time, year after year. Until her inner star has completely outlived its light.

Ognivo was inconsolable.

The orphaned twins were too young to rule the Valley on their own. And while they were mourning for their departed mother, the Family assumed responsibility for the mountain kingdom. They decided to get rid of the Ognivo first. It's not like the old deity had the strength left to fight. They were not defeated. They were imprisoned in their own altar. After that, at the state level, people were forbidden to celebrate the days of fortune. However, Alef soon realized that the days of fortune were not just a celebration in honor of the deity but an important event for the people themselves. It was a celebration of family unity, folk festivals, and gift exchange. It cannot be so easily erased from history. For this reason, the prince appointed a new holiday - days of feast. The meaning is exactly the same, but the date is different, and all mentions of Ognivo have been erased. And so the last god of the pantheon fell ingloriously.

Recently, those new crystals from the Vault have become popular among skykids for recording messages. But I hope that despite this, we will not forget to periodically leave candles on Ognivo's altar. After all, they actually read them.

#sky children of the light #thatskygame #sky cotl #that sky game #sky oc #pantheon of kingdom au #goodbye im dead now #i hope you appreciate the fact that i explained Chinese new year in sky #using sky lore #priestess

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black-suns-rim · 24 days

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King Resh and Prince Alef head canons (plus more)

I’m having Sky brain rot right now, so bare with me

King Resh

Before becoming corrupt, King Resh was a just and righteous king, ruling over sky with a compassionate and guiding hand. He would often take part in each realm’s ceremonies and celebrations, showing up with his son, Prince Alef

He has a soft spot for children. He loves and adores how pure of heart they are and their curious nature. He believes all children should experience life’s wonders at least once before adulthood

Though being kind and compassionate, he can be cold and calculating when needed

When he isn’t tending to his kingly duties, he spends time with his son

He can fly, but he doesn’t do it often since he is so massive compared to the other inhabitants of sky

Resh has pet mantas

King Resh was corrupted by the shattering of the Crystal

The death of Alef broke Resh along with being corrupted. His once kind nature left him and he became very cold. He turned against the other elders of the realm as the corruption sickness took over him.

Prince Alef

Prince Alef can fly and knows how to fly really well

He became friends with the first moth/sky kid

He loves to play pranks on his father

Alef is a lot larger in size than other kids due to being the son of Resh

Alef is taught light magic by the priests of sky

He’s always watched by his father’s guards when he goes to the other realms of sky without his father

When the Crystal was shattered, he tried to rescue all of the people in the court with his moth friend from the falling shards. Alef ended up dying in the process, but since he was so selfless, the mega bird (Aurora) granted him her light to help the moths of sky, the sky kids, as the Winged Light that can be found around the realms.

Elder headcanons

Daleth (Dusk) is the least respected elder. Since he spends so much time with the people of sky, leading them and guiding them to the different realms, the other elders see him as one of the people. He was originally a community leader but made an elder by the King, seeing as Daleth was too old to go through the trials and seeing as The Isle of Dawn needed an elder.

During the shattering of the Crystal, all elders were present except for Daleth.

Daleth is always excluded from meetings the other elders hold

Sah and Mekh’s (sunset’s) mother was a priestess.

The twins are the youngest elders while Daleth is the oldest.

Teth (Rain) and Lamed (night) are cousins

Other sky headcanons

Most people of sky can’t fly

The elders of sky can’t fly

To become an elder, one must be able to complete the elemental trials without failure. The elemental trials are very dangerous and have been fetal

Sky kids didn’t start showing up until the Crystal started to become corrupt. The signs of its early corruption weren’t even visible, but other signs, like its power weakening, were present.

After the shattering of the Crystal, civil war broke out a couple years later between the golden wastelands and valley of triumph

Many of the people of sky died during the shattering, most of them becoming corrupted and dying from the sickness.

The current sky kids of Sky don’t know anything about the old kingdom of the past, or their history. Aurora had to teach them (hence the season of Aurora).

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In My Skin Re-release

It could have happened to anyone, it was winter, and more than a little icy. The truck that hit you as you backed out of your driveway had simply lost control and slid into you, that was the last thing you can remember before you woke and found yourself in a strange new world, a world where magic was real and the fantastic common place.

On top of being reborn as a werewolf you are taken as the child of a Goddess, it is either that or remain stuck as a disembodied soul on a shelf in her palace for all eternity. But being a demigod isn’t so bad, at first anyway. Taken in by a pair of sisters who raise you as their own in an idyllic village it is certainly an easier childhood then you had before you died. You find a wonderful best friend who sticks with you through thick and thin and you slowly begin to come into your power as an incredibly powerful being.

When it comes time to leave your home there is only one thing that you want to do, become an adventurer, and so leaving the valley you have spent your entire life in you venture out into the world, entirely unprepared for the struggles that will be placed in your path. Along the way you will find friends, make enemies, and you will learn that even a God can die.

Features

Play as a Cis or Trans woman, with full customization over your physical appearance, your wardrobe, and combat style.

Explore a fantastical world unlike the one you came from.

Grow into your new power as a werewolf and demigod.

Find friendship with five women you meet and even romance with one, or possibly two, ROs.

Discover the truth surrounding your arrival in this strange world, and the mystery of the woman who seems to have been following you from rebirth to rebirth.

Romance Options *Can be romanced in a triad

Marie Gineves | Your Childhood Friend Age: 24 Height: 5'4” Build: Curvy, Chubby Eye Color: Gray Hair Color: Dark brown Skin Tone: Light brown Notable Features: Fidgety, rarely speaks Combat Style: Magic Character Traits: Lack of Confidence, Withdrawn, Caring Tropes: Reunion, Second Chance, Traumatized

Even in your childhood Marie felt as though she was required to look and act a certain way. She would always dress a certain way, act a certain way, and try to prove that just because she was born in a tiny village it did not mean that she could not be a lady worthy of nobility. This earned her more than her fair share of rivals and bullies, but through it all you stuck to her side. When she ran away from home shortly after her sixteenth birthday it was supposedly to find a life worthy of her, but instead all she found was hardship and despair. After you reconnect it is up to you if you will help her climb out of the darkness and whether or not you two can be together as something more than friends.

Rory Graytail* | Guild Blacksmith Age: 23 Height: 5'8" Build: Muscular, curvy Eye Color: Heterochromatic (Left Brown, Right Green) Hair Color: Black/Dark brown Skin Tone: Olive Notable Features: Scar under left eye Combat Style: Lance, strength, and agility Character Traits: Caring, Gruff, Foul-mouthed Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Woman in Peril, Teammates

A talented adventurer and prodigy blacksmith, Rory is a member of the adventurers guild in the kingdom's capital. Once the oldest twin, her younger brother died at the same time as their father and since then Rory has become a gruff individual who tends to scare most people away with her bad attitude and brusque tongue. But despite these faults Rory deeply cares for those closest to her and will typically go out of her way to make them feel loved. Unfortunately she also tends to rush into problems without thinking and this has led her into many situations that put her, and those around her, in more danger then they would normally be in.

Shoshanna (Anna) Graytail-Hunter* | Guild Herbalist/Alchemist Age: 26 Height: 6'2” Build: Slender Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Skin Tone: Pale Notable Features: Very graceful, Extremely shy Combat Style: Ranged (Rifle) Character Traits: Caring, Shy, Excitable, Very intelligent Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Love at first sight, Teammates

The resident alchemist for the capital city chapter of the adventurer’s guild, Anna is the adopted daughter of Lillain Graytail, the chapter master. Found with the corpses of her parents by Lillain after a brutal monster attack Anna spent several years in a near catatonic state and when she finally began speaking it was very rare and only in the presence of those she trusts. As she grew Anna discovered a natural talent for alchemy and a love of plants that led to her becoming the chapters resident herbalist and healer though she often goes out on adventures with her best friend Rory and when she does she uses her father’s rifle, a brilliant combination of magic and technology. While not the best shot in the guild she is still better than the average and is a welcome addition to any party.

Lillain Graytail | Guild Chapter Master Age: 110 Height: 5'11" Build: Toned, curvy Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Raven Black Skin Tone: Olive Notable Features: Graying hair, faintly glowing eyes Combat Style: High powered magic Character Traits: Caring, Protective, Easy going, Explosive temper Tropes: Office Romance, Sleeping with the Boss, Cougar

The chapter master of the adventurer’s guild chapter house in the kingdom's capital Lillain is a renowned mage who has fought in many wars, saved countless villages from roving monsters, and led the chapter to greater heights than any other chapter has ever managed. When there is a world ending catastrophe brewing Lillain is one of the first sent for by kings and queens from around the world. Despite this she has maintained a humble, easy going attitude and cares for every one of the chapter's members as if they were her own children. God's help anyone who hurts those she cares about though, she has a volatile temper and is quick to lose control when angered.

Essence | A Mystery Age: ??? Height: 6'4” Build: Voluptuous, Toned Eye Color: Gold Hair Color: Crimson Skin Tone: Pale Notable Features: Resting bitch face, only smiles when looking at MC Combat Style: Overwhelming magic and physical abilities Character Traits: Arrogant, Dominant, Overly Protective (only to MC) Tropes: Second Chance, Red-Flag, Past Lives

Essence is a mystery, you know she has spent millenia following you from rebirth to rebirth, but you only know her from your previous life. Your meeting had been the stereotypical meet-cute and you quickly became close. She seemed to know everything about you almost immediately but you never learned much regarding her past. You have been assured that she will never be able to find you in this new world but can someone who has been following you from life to life really be deterred by distance, time, or even dimension?

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