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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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ahh my first request. what about one where reader is an established warrior and neteyam feels intimidated by how skilled she is but also smitten by her !! everyone probably knows he likes her and she just teases him about everything:)

summary: neteyam is introduced into a shocking world outside of his isolated childhood as the future olo’eyktan. not only does he discover the ways of his peers’ and their society, but he also discovers that he is a sucker for kind and strong.

pairing: neteyam x crush!reader

a/n: this is kind of bad, whoops, but i was kind of lacking a bit of inspo for this just because i’ve been on a [y/n] sully rampage !! it was still so fun to write regardless. hope you all enjoy !! thank you so so much for the request. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl

warnings: just some fluff, maybe language, neteyam crushing on a girl older than him, unreciprocated feelings, cuteness, so soft, neteyam being the cutest lil baby ( i’m think this is like 13 or 14 y/o neteyam bc he is the cutest softest lil baby in this ), neteyam being the baby of the group / older friends bc that’s the kind of fluff that keeps me thriving

harmless crush

neteyam always knew he grew up a little bit different than the rest of the children his age, but never did he expect it to be that different.

after the last test in which he graduated from a boy to a man, a boy to a warrior, neteyam began a new chapter. and, after the amount of vigorous training and work he’d been through to reach that new point, he was not at all ready for the social shock that he went through.

what they don’t tell you when you’re raised in isolation as the future olo’eyktan with your own personal training sessions, time spent at war meetings with your father, time spent meeting thousands of different na’vi from clans around pandora, is that when you get to finally start living your own adult life everybody else knows each other already.

not only do they just know each other—oh, no. they grew up together. they have been acquainted, if not friends, since the moment they were put into daycare as children.

neteyam had no history of that. with anyone. except maybe his siblings, but it wasn’t the same. plus, they were far too annoying to make them his only friends.

it wasn’t like neteyam didn’t know anybody. he knew everybody’s name, a detail that’d been drilled into his head by neytiri when he was young, and they most definitely knew of him. he was pleasant enough to greet everybody as he wandered through high camp with his family, and they would always smile broadly when they waved back. but, he never had any connection with anyone past acquainted.

for a while, he was okay with that. it was just how his life happened to be, there was not much to it other than that. but, after he gained an ikran and the title as an official omaticayan warrior, suddenly his loneliness was his biggest insecurity.

as a result, he made it his goal to make friends. soon enough, he was quite familiar with all of the warriors his age, but there were only a few of them.

what truly introduced him to the social world of the omaticaya was a, well… a girl. and her name was [y/n].

[y/n] was arguably neteyam’s favorite of the warriors he’d met. not only was she kind, but she was strong. intimidatingly so! everything she did impressed him, and he wasn’t the only one. oh my… plenty of males had their eyes on [y/n], but they were far too scared of rejection, especially rejection from a girl like her, to even attempt.

and, unfortunately for neteyam, she was three years older than him.

it had just been a random day where neteyam was stuck on another round of patrol with the most annoying males on the entire planet of pandora. and he was more than justified in making that claim! trust me when i say everybody hated these boys.

at the sight of neteyam’s extremely unhappy and annoyed face while he was waiting for the three na’vi to board their ikrans, [y/n] couldn’t help but laugh from a distance. she was busy sitting with her friends—she had to appreciate her day off, after all! they only came so often.

and yet, despite how rare a day off was, [y/n] couldn’t help but feel sympathetic as the younger boy yelled at the three na’vi for the fiftieth time.

“what are you doing?” her friend questioned, eyes skeptical.

[y/n] scratched the back of her neck. “saving mini-toruk makto’s life. and hopefully making a friend.”

neteyam was far too preoccupied with the chaos of the three na’vi to even notice as [y/n], the girl he’d been crushing on for months even before becoming a warrior, was walking over.

“boys.” her voice was sharp and strong, gaining the attention of all four boys. she widened her eyes at the trio of culprits, her nimble fingers pointing at them. “you guys go do something actually helpful for once. i am going to help neteyam.”

thanks to the fear that the younger warriors held towards [y/n] and her impressive abilities, all three boys didn’t even question it. they knew better. neteyam watched in disbelief as they walked away, whispering to each other and looking back on occasion.

“thanks for that,” he chuckled, resting his hand on the back of his neck. he cursed himself silently as soon as his face grew hot when she locked eyes with him.

she smiled. “hey, no worries. they’re pains in the ass.”

“you can say that again.” neteyam ran his fangs over his bottom lip.

and just like that, neteyam was not only introduced into a world beyond his knowledge, but he was introduced to a world in which he got to hang around the older na’vi. they were, like… actually treated like adults, too! how wild was that?

the next few months neteyam spent learning from [y/n] and her friends, a group of about six or seven. they were quick to adopt him, as if the he were baby of the group, a role that neteyam had never experienced before due to his natural position as the oldest sibling. all day he would act as the youngest of his peers, babied by all the girls and teased by all the guys, and when he returned home at the end of it all, he would return to the normalcy of being the big brother to all of his siblings.

every single one of [y/n]’s friends quickly became his friends. they loved him for the little responsible golden child that he was, and as soon as [y/n] introduced him to them all, they recognized the major oldest child trauma he held. so, they did what they could to just let him relax, be whoever he wanted to be when he was away from home.

at first, neytiri and jake were more than skeptical, but upon discovering that [y/n], one of the strongest young warriors of the clan, their worry dissipated. it completely faded away one day after they witnessed the care and love that the group held for their oldest baby.

after a few weeks of knowing neteyam, every single one of them had noticed his infatuation with [y/n]. they all understood—every male na’vi of their age group had a crush on her at one point. it was hard not to, considering the fact that, not only was she skilled in the ways of battle, but she was kind. and caring. and all of those attributes were what brought neteyam into his position in the first place.

it often made the older kids laugh ( although never in a condescending way ) the way that he followed her around. he was completely and utterly smitten with her. and it was adorable. a fourteen year old kid completely in love with a seventeen year old? it was hard not to think of it as such.

[y/n] was well aware of his crush, and honestly… she was honored. the toruk makto’s child, and she was his first real crush? what’s not to love about it?

unfortunately for both parties, an inevitable day was just around the corner in which neteyam would have to acknowledge that he was whipped for the older girl, and [y/n] would have to feel so extremely guilty while she rejected him.

that day came in early spring.

early spring was commonly considered their harvest season. when it was time for harvest, it meant they were low in their number of warriors because so many people were helping gather the surplus of food. they were vulnerable.

unfortunately, the sky-people knew of their vulnerabilities and, as a good military does, exploited them. attacks were common, eventually going from a weekly to a daily. all hands were on deck.

they were preparing for another attack, and [y/n] and her friends were scattered as they each grabbed weapons, ammo, tools, and readied their ikrans for the battle. neteyam was assigned scout duty, as much as the thought saddened him. despite his improvement in the past few months, his father still did not trust him and his abilities on the battlefield.

his stomach twisted as he watched the group of older warriors launch their ikrans off of the cliff, catching air underneath their wings as they soared towards battle. [y/n] looked particularly pretty with the war makeup painted on her face, bow lifted in the air as a battle cry thrust itself from her throat.

neteyam had a bird's eye view from where he watched, his ikran flapping its wings and staying put in the sky. his father’d made it clear that neteyam would be the last to leave, and if any danger were to get anywhere near him, he would retreat. “that’s an order.”

and maybe it was the fact that he’d been listening to his father for his entire life, or maybe it was the fact that he just wanted [y/n] to be impressed with him, but as soon as those boys, those three annoying boys, taunted him by saying, “you? stuck on scout duty?” he felt a lie leave his throat.

“no.” his tone was far more confident than he actually felt. “i am just the last line of defense. i am making my way up the ranks!”

as soon as his feet found the battlefield, he immediately regret his decisions. it was a blood bath, and although he’d seen it a multitude of times from where he flew in the sky, never did he imagine it to be like that.

suddenly, neteyam could not hear. could not see. could not think. he thought he was prepared, he truly did, but he was far from it. he was still just a boy. a boy they called a “man” even though nobody treated him as such. a boy that only felt safe and confident under the wing of his older friends. a boy that could die at any second.

but she would not let him die.

neteyam’s heart shot to his throat as two ikran legs swooped from above him, the talons carefully lifting him off of the ground as bullets barely missed his body. the young warrior clutched the feet of the creature desperately, unable to make any sound of terror and wind blew directly into his face.

when his feet found solid earth again, neteyam fell to the ground, trying to catch his breath.

“what were you doing?” her voice was stern, more stern than he had ever heard her before.

neteyam sputtered for words, stopping when [y/n] held a hand up. anger was evident in every feature.

“i do not want to know.” she let out a breath, turning around to watch the battlegrounds. just as she was about to lift off, join the fight again, the horn blew. the battle was over. she cursed quietly before turning back to the boy. “what was going through your head, boy?”

neteyam swallowed, still sitting on the dirty ground, his weight leaned back against his arms. “i…” he cleared his throat. “i don’t know!” tears pricked the boy’s eyes. “it’s just that… you are all so mature and so old and people actually take you seriously! i just thought, maybe if i were to fight, that maybe people would actually treat me like a man.”

“oh, neteyam.” she shook her head. “your time will come—”

“that is not all, [y/n].” she furrowed her eyebrow muscles in confusion. “i also thought, well.. i don’t know. maybe you would take me more seriously. maybe you would see me as more than just a kid, maybe as…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence.

her eyes grew soft. “oh, neteyam.” before he knew it, she was on the ground with him, holding his body in her arms. “your time will come, prrnen,” she whispered, using his nickname the group had given him. [y/n] sighed, letting go and turning to look directly at him. “i will make you two promises, are you listening?”

neteyam nodded, locking eyes with [y/n].

“one day you will be someone that they, not only take seriously, but respect. and with respect, will come… well, girls.” she giggled, causing neteyam to flush indigo. “and you know what? come back to me in four years time, alright? come back to me in four years, and if we can still have the same exact conversation then maybe i will consider.” she smiled, sending him a teasing wink. “but trust me when i say that you will be a valued warrior. and a valued chick magnet.”

“[y/n]!” he groaned, a smile lighting up his face.

she only laughed. “now, how about we get back to camp and keep this a secret from your father. for my sake, and especially your’s.”

“i couldn’t agree more.”

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam x platonic!reader #platonic!reader #avatar x reader #avatar x platonic!reader #crush!reader

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stiltonbasket · 3 years

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this is my own little indulgent headcanon for my daydream universe in which the universe you've created heavily features in, but what are your thoughts with chunyang falling in love with the reincarnation of wen qing or even just another woman? maybe its bc im gay but even tho i love jz/jyl i think jyl should have gotten to be with a lovely young lady. and the line about "i'd like to choose [who i marry]" makes me go *thinking emoji*. idk if its ur thing but i would die if u wrote smth for this

I could not stop thinking about this, so have a little au with fem!jin hong! <3

To his most esteemed Excellency…

“Chun-bao?”

Considering the decade of close friendship between our clans…

“Hm?”

“Is everything all right?” Wei Shuilan asks, poking her younger sister in the shoulder. “You’ve been staring at that letter for the past five minutes.”

And the closeness of age between my son Zhang Xiting and your daughter, the second Young Mistress Wei--

“Oh, it’s just--just a petition for Father. I’m sorting them out so he knows which ones to look at first when he comes home.”

...I would be most honored if you would consider his suit when the time is right for Wei Chunyang-xiaojie to be married.

Even though Wei Chunyang and all four of her siblings have long since grown old enough to move out of their parents’ house, the whole family still eats meals together in the jingshi at least four times a week. The whole family includes Jingyi, of course, since he was part of the family even before he and Chunyang’s xiongzhang decided to adopt a son together, and her Yu-gege’s own husband and son. Her sister Shuilan is here, too, since she and Chunyang still live with their A-Die and Fuqin, and sometimes Xichen-bobo or one of their more distant cousins comes along, too.

Today, the cousin in question is Rulan-ge’s daughter, Jin Hong. She was Wei Chunyang’s best friend growing up, since the two of them are the same age, but they drifted apart as they grew older--out of no fault on either of their parts, but because of circumstance. Jin Hong rarely has the time to leave the Jinlintai or answer Chunyang’s letters, and Chunyang never had the chance to go to school with her because she studies the dao of healing cultivation like her Uncle Xichen, while Jin Hong follows the jiandao.

These days, Chunyang doesn’t really know what to say to her on the rare occasions their paths do cross, which is why she only gives Jin Hong a close-lipped smile and slides into her usual seat at A-Die’s right when lunchtime rolls around.

“Jin Hong,” she says, inclining her head as A-Die (doting as ever, just like Papa) fills up her plate with soft white rice, and adds a little bowl of her favorite spicy noodles on the side. “It’s lovely to see you again!”

And confusing, Chunyang doesn’t add. But there’s not much talking at meals anyway, because her brother-in-law Nie Zhuyan (who managed to woo her brother Lan Yu after five long years of courtship, even though Lan Yu didn’t know he was being courted for the first four years, eleven months, and twenty-seven days) is more of a stickler for the sect precepts than the rest of the family, out of the fear that he might offend Papa by accident.

A-Die is enough conversation for the whole table, though, and there is plenty of laughter--both his and Yu-gege’s, and then everyone else’s, which is why Chunyang could probably have chosen a better time to tell her parents about Zhoushan Zhang’s request for her hand in marriage.

“They what?” A-Die gasps, overturning his cup of tea. Xiongzhang gives him a handkerchief, but he looks as worried as A-Die and Papa do when he turns around to stare at her. “You can’t get married! You’re only twenty-one! You’re a baby!”

“She’s of age,” Shuilan-jie points out, in a vain effort to distract everyone from the rivalry-slash-courtship-slash-bitter enmity thing she has going on with one of the sect’s best music teachers, Lan Fang, who spends all his time writing sad love songs for her and crying every time she tells him she hates him. “She can get married if she wants to, right?”

“If she wants to, then certainly,” Papa says, trying to sound like he isn’t fretting. “But that is not your elders’ place to decide, Chun-bao, and certainly not Zhoushan Zhang’s. Do you know the young master they offered?”

“No,” she admits. Zhang Xiting attended the Lan sect lectures when she was around fifteen, but Chunyang only ever met him at the opening and closing ceremonies because her classes were in the physicians’ compound with her uncle. “I was going to write back this afternoon with a rejection, actually.”

Across from her, Jin Hong’s shoulders relax a little.

“Ah, that’s good,” A-Die sighs, patting her hand. “I knew we were going to have to think about this sometime, of course, but you really are too young! Look, even your jiejie isn’t married yet.”

Wei Shuilan looks so offended that Jingyi-ge starts choking in an attempt to hide his laughter. “I’m never going to get married. A-Chun doesn’t have to wait for me.”

“I meant that Chunyang should follow your example, A-Lan. Marriage is overrated.”

Nie Zhuyan gives A-Die an incredulous sort of stare. “But father-in-law, you’re happily married! And so am I. Being wed is wonderful!”

“Not for my baby girls,” A-Die counters, while Lan Yu covers his face with his sleeve to hide his blush. “Where in the world am I supposed to find a man worthy of A-Lan, hm? Or a nice young master for my sweet little Chun-bao? I don’t believe they exist, so they’re going to be good little radishes and stay with their poor old A-Die until he dies.”

“Wei Ying,” Father says, clearly pained by even the thought of A-Die dying. “Do not say such things.”

I don’t want to marry any young master, Chunyang thinks, as Yu-gege starts teasing Shuilan about Lan Fang again. I just want to stay here, with my parents.

(She doesn’t think of warm orange fur, or a pair of laughing golden eyes, or the countless letters to Lanling Jin that her once-best friend never answered.

It’s better this way, after all.)

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #my fic #wei chunyang #okay okay so for everyone who's curious #jin hong had her gay awakening when she was around 12 #and panicked because lanling is pretty homophobic tbh #outside her family that is #and she's afraid she'll damage her dad's position and reputation if she gets involved with another girl #so she tried to distance herself from wcy in an effort to drown her feelings #but it didn't work #and all it did was break wcy's heart jin zixuan style #and yes jin hong's mother is nie shiyong #she too is a tiger shifter #anon lmk if you want to see a follow up with a chunhong confession scene!#prompt fill

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wangxiandecoded · 4 years

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Episode 7 (& Wangxian Meta)

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(Spoilers for the whole show ahead!)

The Chosen Ones

Lan Zhan, if this scene foreshadows anything, it’s that he’s certainly going to become a part of your domestic affair.

There is something powerful about the first and only female Lan clan leader giving them her blessing and saying it was destiny that they found their way to her just as she’s about to fade into oblivion. Wangxian are the archetypal Chosen Ones who have been entrusted with keeping the Yin Iron safe. And if this was yet another straight adventure story that delivers poetic justice, we would expect it to conclude with these two people ending up together - and that’s what The Untamed does in a roundabout way with our heroes.

Nothing to see here. Just two guys tripping over each other because the sacred string of fate pulled them towards each other.

Lan Zhan, I’ll Be Your Secret Keeper!

This episode is full of instances where Wei Ying refuses to tell other characters what really happened in the cave, then turns around to look at Lan Zhan with a proud look that screams, “I’m so good at keeping secrets, aren’t I? We are soulmates! Come on, validate me, Lan Zhan!”

The expression on Lan Qiren’s face when Wei Ying calls Lan Zhan his confidant/soulmate. No words are needed.

The Yin Iron Secret™ is obviously bringing them closer and they begin to share loaded glances that convey everything they wish to say without actually having to. Thus begins the process of everyone third wheeling Wangxian.

Jiang Cheng thinks Wei Ying should move into the Cloud Recesses since he’s hanging out with Lan Zhan all the time. Lan Zhan hears that and appears to be a tad bit disappointed Wei Ying might never actually do that since their lifestyles are leagues apart. It’s tough being Wei Wuxian sometimes.

The Lantern That Started Everything

We are here, folks! The moment that started it all, the scene that defined Wangxian’s story. Once again, Wangxian are framed in contrast with the two straight couples.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are standing together and look at each other while making their wish, just like Yanli x Jin Zixuan, and Jiang Cheng x Wen Qing.

Lan Zhan says he is used to doing it alone and Wei Ying comments old habits can be changed, which just points to the latter’s impact on the former’s life.

Wei Ying has another accomplishment to cross off his list : Finally made Lan Zhan smile today!

Mian Mian asks Yanli why she didn’t make the lantern together with Jin Zixuan, as praying together is a custom followed by couples that are to be married. And that tells you everything you need to know about Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s relationship.

The first of many times that Lan Zhan rushes in to hold Wei Ying back.

Lan Zhan for a second believed Wei Ying finally learnt his lessons and crossed over to the lawful good side.. but come on, you love him precisely because he would never do that. And those ants are cute.

Jiang Fengmian proposes to cancel the troth between the clans to marry Yanli and Jin Zixuan. It is worth mentioning that Jiang clan’s approach to marriage is to never force their kids into a lifelong relationship they are not sure they want as they believe in “following one’s nature”. When even straight relationships are progressive and value happiness above all else, what is to stop the show from selling us a central gay romance that ends happily? Absolutely nothing.

We’ve now seen both the protagonists reject the romantic idea of spending their life with a woman.

Missing Lan Zhan Hours Now Open

Wei Ying pouting like.. What do you mean we have to leave already? Lan Zhan literally just started acknowledging me as his soulmate.

Oh no, Lan Zhan.. Why aren’t you including your soulmate on the super secret plan™?!

Wei Ying’s reason for wanting to say goodbye to only Lan Zhan out of all the disciples is, “Why can’t I admire his talents? You’re all losers who can’t fight me and he is my Match (Made In Heaven), I desire for an equivalence (and a meaningful union between souls.)”

The camera moves from the Yunmeng siblings squabbling to Lan Zhan observing them from a distance. Zewu Jun joins him and comments that after Wei Ying’s departure, Yun Shen will be silent once more. Lan Zhan’s face falls a little, understandably because he was getting more than used to Wei Ying’s chaotic presence in his life.

Zewu Jun is worried if Lan Zhan will be alright on his journey alone and raises the idea if he should tell Wei Ying about his quest. But Lan Zhan, our beloved idiot, still needs that extra push to come to terms with his feelings and realize Wei Ying will instantly drop everything for a lifetime by his side if he were to only say the word.

Rabbits Symbolise The Chinese Gay God

Even before the fandom taught me that the Chinese god of homosexuality is literally The Rabbit God, so the inclusion of rabbits is gloriously queer subtext, I could gather that they symbolised Wangxian’s feelings for each other. They both talk to the rabbits when the other is not there, Wei Ying paints a rabbit lantern for them to wish together, Lan Zhan raised Ah Yuan among these rabbits because they reminded him of Wei Ying and after 16 years, Lan Zhan drunkenly admits he likes rabbits (the equivalent of saying he’s always liked Wei Ying), they buy the rabbit lantern together and finally come back to find these rabbits in Cloud Recesses. The rabbits are a part of the Wangxian family.

The reappearance of the rabbits when Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s dynamics have changed 16 years later is very telling. Their relationship by then has survived death and the miraculous return from death; it’s gone through the whole cycle of the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. The rabbits bring their life full circle to denote the certainty and comfort in the fact that they have each other after the trials and tribulations their romance has withstood. Wei Ying even says he isn’t scared of what happens anymore in that scene. There is nothing that can separate our heroes after this, they just have to brave whatever comes together.

And then there’s this promo picture and scene from a later episode where two rabbits are kissing.

This is how The Untamed screamed gay rights : “We’re not saying the heroes are gay, but the Yunshen rabbits are definitely gay and no one can do anything about it!” Only, the rabbits are such a huge part of this love story.

Wangxian’s Promise of Love and Honor

When they make the wish together, Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying with a kind of awe and reverence like, how did I not recognize him from the moment we met? He eyes the pouch containing the Yin metal and realizes they are both more alike than he thought, that this guy is possibly and most definitely his soulmate. This is an important stage in their relationship.

When he hears Wei Ying wish that he wants to eliminate evil and protect the weak in exchange for a life without anything weighing down their hearts - I think it is at this point he begins to see him as more of a life partner with whom he can share everything, than just a friend. Because Wei Ying’s impact on Lan Zhan’s life is so profound it alters his being, tilts his axis and expands his perspective. Wei Ying brought with him a free-spirited, flexible measurement of morality and an ardent quest for truth that no 3000 rules of the Lan clan had ever laid down. He realizes the rules he grew up on are right but Wei Ying, with all his moral complexity, can also be right. Wei Ying’s companionship introduced Lan Zhan to a fluid perception of right and wrong that he found perfectly acceptable. This shows Lan Zhan and Wei Ying belong to the new generation that is here to reform the broken system built by their ancestors. In this moment, by choosing to view him as his unequivocal soulmate, by acknowledging their paths are to be forever intertwined, Lan Zhan liberates his mind from the monochromatic perception of life he was brought up on. By making this wish together, Lan Zhan trusts Wei Ying to always do the right thing from now on and trusts the both of them to lead a life that they are proud of.

He doesn’t know right now that staying committed to this wish is going to demand everything from them in the future, but he does know that Wei Ying is the greatest person he has ever met and the first one who is so compatible with him. And that is a revelation to Lan Zhan because there are easily a million things that set them apart. All the same, he sees his own core values reflected in his soulmate. He decides it couldn’t be the worst thing in this world to stand by Wei Ying’s side especially when he’s doing the most honorable thing they both know to be true. This common ground means something to Lan Zhan, even if we don’t hear him admit that. Because here is Wei Ying telling him he doesn’t need to be alone anymore even though he’s used to it. That he doesn’t have to go through any of it alone as long as he is there: fight for justice, vanquish evil, or even simply go through everyday life. Lan Zhan’s face in this scene is understandably the face of a man who is falling in love.

The promise they make to each other on this cliff was in a way, a promise to follow their own path that ended up operating above the constraints of and reinvented the cultivation world’s jurisdiction. There are going to be many forces trying to convince them it's not the right way, but the path they share, which is both the literal path of justice and their love for each other (they are synonymous, after all) is the one they courageously forge and painfully commit to when their world is unable to go on existing with the faulty principles it was founded on. That is why their romance survives every obstacle in the end. It is founded on a love that runs so deep it recognizes and respects the other in the many lifetimes spent serving their just cause. Their love, and the extents it goes to in order to thrive, is the answer to all the troubles that ail their world. And it all began with this lantern.

This is why The Untamed is the gay drama and Wangxian are the gay warriors the universe has been waiting for. It staged gay romance in a realm ruled by gentry and the supernatural, giving us equal parts of gore as there is swashbuckling, gut-wrenching drama. Literally never been done before.

In conclusion, Episode 7 deepens the bond between our heroes and sets up the main struggle in their romance as we wait to see what will become of the wish they made together. But one thing is clear : They are bound together forever, not just by their love for each other but also by their common cause. That is why the road they walk on can never be different. It will forever be the single plank road they will always find their way back to.

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robertdowneyhiddlesbatch · 3 years

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The Lonely Dragon

Synopsis: Smaug is ready for a mate, but his ONE must be of legendary status, of course!Myrena of Arindale is on her own, a shadowy protector of innocent women. When her own innocence is put at risk, something unexpected comes to her rescue.

Pairing: shifter!Smaug x oc

Work rating: mature

Triggers: non-con. Rape. Dragon/human sex

Chapter rating: T

Chapter 1:

Men. Money. Marriage.

These were the three Ms that fueled Myrena's expedition. Her father was a horrid excuse of a man with horrible morals, unfortunate traits that he passed down to his sons. When father had asked mama's hand in marriage, he'd demanded a heavy dowery and gotten right down to business the very first night.

Myrena was conceived one month into the marriage and father was as elated as he was disappointed when she was born a girl. Her first brother was born a month before her first birthday, and he got the lion's share of nurturing. Mama loved her, though. Myrena was her first child, and the only girl in her soon to be brood. When mama was finally free of her duties to the boy child, she would spend her time with the infant Myrena, crying forgiveness for bringing a girl into a world of men.

The third child was lost in the womb, but the next two were boys. As they grew and aged, the boys were well taken care of, but Myrena was raised on the bare minimum and expected to help raise the boys as she was oldest after all. All the nurturing and the attention went to their heads and the three boys took after their father. Ungrateful, narcissistic assholes. Myrena was 9 when the last was born... an intersex. The father and the sons rejected it, but mama threatened to poison the boys if any harm came to her baby Quince.

Their story continued so for ten years more, during which mama passed before father did, leaving the family in the care of the first born son. He married the only child of their only uncle, making her the woman of the house even though she was younger than Myrena. Their cousin was tutored by her father, and she in turn controlled her husband, making him more sinister than father.

Meanwhile, Myrena taught herself the art of war, watching her brothers' lessons in secret, and she could slaughter them three should anyone give her the opportunity, but none ever came. Her only friend in the family was Quincy, who's life was endangered with mother gone. Quincy essentially became Myrena's will to live; she couldn't imagine what the boys would do to him with her gone. So, with the rest of the family oblivious Neanderthals, Myrena practiced and trained and planned. She was almost one step out when the metaphoric door pushed open over her foot and uncle danced in with a suitor.

The man was a lord; old, fat, and rich. Her sister in law forbade her from coming out while her brothers merrily sold her for gold and glory. After all was settled, the lord promised a feast in honor of their engagement, the first chance Myrena would get to see her betrothed. Myrena held in her disgust as the lord's house ladies dolled and dressed her up tight in a corset she couldn't run in. Meanwhile, her own house lady threatened her into a courteous smile, least any harm come to Quincy.

At the ball, the hideous lord introduced her as his fiancée and led her into the first dance of the night. Myrena took the opportunity to whisper to him, asking him to meet her on the terrace once everyone else was distracted. She got her opportunity later in the evening, and coyly catching her fiancé's attention, walked out to the terrace.

Myrena gazed over the balcony as the lord caught up to her. He dared to touch her but she averted him by diving straight into the conversation.

"Am I to be your lady, or will you have my brothers?"

The lord snorted a laugh at her question.

"Even if I were.... your brothers pale in your shadow."

"Good. So my wedding will happen under my wishes."

This stunned the older man sober.

"I cannot go back on the trade settled between your brothers and I."

"I couldn't give a rat's ass about your trade with them. As you said, I am to be your bride. And I shall be so, only if you entertain my demands."

The man faked a smile and spread his hands in concession.

"I am all ears,"

Myrena snorted, the irony.

"Quincy, my youngest sibling. I can and most certainly will kill should any harm come to him. You'll assure he is safely placed with the monks. Not you, nor anyone, can touch him."

"Done." Silly girl.

"That's to happen before we are wed. After we are, you'll have nothing to do with my so called family."

Astonished again.

"I have already promised them wealth."

Myrena rolled her eyes.

"Give them what you will, but after the wedding, they're nobody. I disown them, you owe them nothing! You don't host them, you do not sponsor them, you do not even acknowledge them! They don't exist. Saves you money in the long run. After all, it's only me you want."

The man smiled pleased at her, but underneath, grew wary of her spirit.

"You become mine, they're as good as gone."

"Good. Get my brother safe, and I'll see you at the wedding." Myrena forced herself to kiss his cheek, drawing away his suspicions before she left.

The family was in excitement for the next while, celebrating their trade with the lord. The brothers discussed how to do manage the wealth, while the women planned the wedding. It was during these days that Myrena managed to skip out, using the guise of wedding shopping, while in reality she managed her brother's escape. She met with the local coven of monks, and convinced them of her plan. They were to set up a decoy location for the lord to meet them, then they would take Quincy away to their actual landings behind the knowledge of the lord. Because, after the consequences of her own escape, should it be successful, Myrena expected revenge from her husband.

The planned upon night came, and the lord came to collect Quincy and Myrena. The other three were shocked to find he even knew of Quincy, but the lord convinced them he would only be taking him from their hands. The others were blissfully relieved of the matter, and let Quincy and Myrena go. He took them in his carriage; Quincy was much in awe of the outside world while the lord's only interest was bothering Myrena. She entertained him the best she could without gagging, but thank the Valar for the novelties in the carriage with which she could interrupt him.

They arrived at the chosen location, the pretend landings of the monks. The lord lead the procession, and Myrena, the lady, had to walk in his shadow. His men brought forth Quincy to give over to the monks, and the two siblings shared a solemn goodbye. Quincy thanked his sister for protecting him, and Myrena begged forgiveness that she could not be sure of what would happen in the future.

As expected, the lord in secret ordered some men to keep an eye on the monks for a while, least they be betraying him. But the coven, expecting such, spent the next days keeping up the pretense, convincing the men enough to leave. Meanwhile the wedding drew closer, and for every morning spent training to be a lady and fittings for the dress, Myrena spent each night preparing for her own escape.

Unfortunately, it couldn't come before the wedding. The day of celebration came and Myrena mourned while everyone else merrily enjoyed. As she thought extensively of her mother, it was as if she heard her cries and helped her out. Myrena suddenly remembered mama's threats to poison the food, and there were only so many plants that would do.

Myrena begged her sister in law to let her out to the forest to gather herself a bouquet. She was only allowed to do so under the supervision of one of the village ladies who'd come to help with the wedding. As fate would have it, Myrena found a patch of opium plant growing by, and snuck a flower into her pocket away from the chaperon's eyes. Myrena spent 5 minutes more gathering flowers to the woman's satisfaction and the two went back.

The bride deposited the collected flowers to some other ladies who would bind them into a bouquet while she was finally grabbed and dragged to get into the dress. Her sister in law, already dressed to the prim, supervised Myrena's decoration, making sure she looked like a doll for the old man. Dressed to their satisfaction, they left Myrena alone till the ring exchange, during which time she strapped weapons to her leg and prepared the opium powder in a pouch.

The ceremony came and Myrena feigned the best joy she could muster, and her new husband promised this to be the last night he would acknowledge the rest of her clan. Eventually, the abysmal evening gave way to the dreaded night: the consummation. By Valar, she would not give her innocence to this unruly old man. So, she came up with a plan of her escape.

Before her old husband came, Myrena set a romantic setting to seduce him. Fur pelts on the floor to sit on, illuminated by candle light. When the lord finally came to the room, he was amused to see the sight before him.

"Eager, are we?" He asked smirking as he took off his thick coat.

"Not so much to forgo some foreplay. Come, have some wine, my king." Myrena patted the space beside her, keeping the vomit inside.

"There is but one goblet." He pointed as he sat.

"Would you and I ever need two?" Myrena seductively laughed as she offered him the cup.

He pushed it away with a finger. "You first."

"Of course," she said as she drank, never taking eyes off him.

Convinced of its innocence, the lord grabbed the cup and sipped from it, looking at her over the rim.

They swapped twice more before Myrena pretended drunk, and poured some wine in the cup of her palm.

"Drink from me." She seductively breathed, and the lord grabbed her hand gently and drank from her.

"It tastes sweeter." He said, in truth it was.

Myrena had covered her hand in opium powder and the lord drank from it. With enough of it in him, he began to become groggy and quickly fell unconscious. Myrena thanked the heavens in relief and pushed the disgusting creature off her.

Her first order of business was to break the window, and then got a cloth tied rope out of her bunk and tossed it over. Next, with a big breath, she dug a blade in her thigh, causing a pool of blood to spill. With enough to her satisfaction, she closed herself up and wrapped a gauge around it, then proceeded to cry for help.

A guard came running in, and stunned by his master's condition and the spilled blood, immediately looked out the window. As he did so, Myrena hit him hard on the head, making him pass out as well. She tied the unconscious guard up and stole his weapons, tossing them into her makeshift bag and finally climbed down the window.

She had gotten close to the lord's castle gates before the sirens screamed. Any guard that recognized her to be running away, Myrena slaughtered easily with a sway of her sword. Stealing a horse from one of the dead guards, the lady finally escaped.

She was free.

#the lonely dragon #shifter smaug #smaug #benedict cumberbatch #smaug x human oc #middle earth #rdhb

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jude-morgan · 4 years

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name: jude morgan

age: 25 (august 18th)

: she/her

occupation: heiress to the morgan hotel

( pinterest ) ( bio )

i’m a thousand years late w this but pls like if you want to plot!

jude is the black sheep of the morgan family !! when she was a kid she thought it was her fault for being a hyperactive kid, not realizing they were just elitist and prudish snobs who deeply disapproved of Jude’s mother ( who was pregnant and decidedly not rich before she married into the Morgan clan). eventually Jude decided that if she was always going to be seen as a bad influence and a scapegoat for her cousins, she might as well start acting out for real.

Jude developed a little bit of a reputation as a vandal, prankster, and local party girl during her teenage years she was the closest thing this town ever had to a Paris Hilton or Lindsey Lohan, someone to mock and envy in equal measure

Jude’s only ally was her grandfather, who appreciated her moxie and would take her on long walks around the Cove, teaching her about local flora and fauna. After that Jude started collecting interesting feathers and rocks, but took care not to share this hobby with anyone.

knows a lot about birds

when she was eighteen she discovered who her biological father was and that she had a half-sister, cassia. eager to meet her, jude immediately tracked her down to introduce herself. unfortunately for jude, the meeting didn’t go as planned. the woman jude had hoped would her new best friend didn’t receive the news with the same level of enthusiasm. rejected and resentful, jude packed her bags and flew back home, vowing never to contact cassia again

At York University, Jude studied both Global Marketing and Natural Sciences. It was in her second year of her studies that Jude began a secret vlog under a pseudonym (birdershewrote), wanting to document all of her travels and explorations. The videos are a blend of ASMR and nature documentaries, wherein she’s never seen onscreen but she quotes poetry and prose (sometimes her own) over footage of silent snowfalls and strolls at dusk. In other videos, Jude shows off her fossil and feather collections. Somehow her channel is now mildly successful (primarily among insomniac millennials).

Now the prodigal daughter has been summoned back home as her grandfather’s health begins to fail him and rumor has it that the old man plans to leave control of his hotel to Jude, something she doesn’t want to think about too much.

Basically a former party girl and secret bird enthusiast who is 90% motivated by spite but is also maybe realizing she has to set all that anger aside at some point.

possible connections

people who watch her videos and maybe recognize her despite them being anonymous. she’d absolutely deny being behind them. or maybe just people who recommend them to her so she can scoff and roll her eyes at this Walden-wannabe YouTube channel (the lady doth protest)

friends from her youth! people who were always roped into her pranks or breaking into the park of Monmouth House to have keg parties

former flames

former enemies or people who just didn’t know her v well and vice versa, and now there’s a second chance to get to know each other (and maybe for her to make amends if they were ever on the receiving end of her pranks)

A step-sibling or cousin (maybe adopted?), someone who worked really hard to fit into the Morgan family and fill the role of golden child but not matter how hard they tried to please everyone, Jude was always everyone’s favorite topic of discussion at family gatherings. I feel like this person felt the love they received was conditional, and Jude was the yardstick by which to measure that. “Don’t do ____, you sound/look/are almost as bad as Jude” was a common phrase in their life. Maybe they’d even felt bad for Jude originally, but she had such a strong grudge against the world that they stopped trying too hard to be friends and now view Jude more like competition, or an immature nuisance.

i’ll add more if I think of any!

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tsushimanoonryo · 4 years

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Character Solidifying part 1

Broke this up into two parts because it was so long.

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

He loved his father. Jin’s mother died when he was very young, so his father was all he had. However, Jin wasn’t much older when he died as well, being killed right in front of him. Because of this, Jin has immense feelings of guilt whenever he thinks of his father. He feels like he could have prevented his death (although he was still a child when this happened). He worries his father’s spirit is ashamed of the way he behaved, so he tries his best to be a better man and a brave fighter. He knows he won’t get the chance to save his father’s life again, but he can save other people.

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

He was very young when she died, so he doesn’t really remember his mother at all. He knows his father must have loved her very much, as he never remarried after her death. And he remained close with his wife’s brother, Jin’s uncle Shimura. Jin has feelings of fondness toward the idea of his mother, but nothing particularly overwhelming.

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

Jin is an only child.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

Very loving, but very strict discipline. It was drilled into Jin that, as a samurai, he was to be held to a higher standard than most everyone else. He had to do extra training, extra reading, extra everything. However, everyone was a little more forgiving of his mistakes, considering both of his parents died while he was young. He wasn’t babied, but he wasn’t punished severely like he otherwise might have been.

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

No. Jin saw the way the world truly was at a very young age. He was forced to become the head of his clan as a teen and had to mature fast. His uncle provided him safety and guidance, but did not protect him from the harsh realities around him. Rather, he helped Jin put them into context so that he might be better prepared to face the world around him.

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Affection. He was the nephew of the jito who was widowed and had no other children. He was his son in everything but name, and everyone treated him accordingly. He was well-liked among the servants because of his genial nature, and other nobles liked him as well for showing maturity and skill on the battlefield at such a young age.

7. What was the economic status of their family?

Rich as hell. He was the son of a samurai clan leader and nephew (and unofficially adopted son) of the lord of all of Tsushima. Jin didn’t want for many physical things growing up.

8. How does your character feel about religion?

He follows the beliefs of Shintoism. He believes in the gods and goddesses of Japan, but especially reveres Inari, the deity of rice, prosperity, and foxes. He also ascribes to Buddhism, but he isn’t super devout. He’s more culturally Buddhist than anything. He really feels a true spiritual connection with Shintoism, though.

9. What about political beliefs?

He used to have complete faith in the Shogun and his samurai, but he’s recently soured on them. He isn’t so far gone that he thinks the entire system should be overthrown, but he definitely thinks the Shogun and his men need to reprioritize. You can’t rule if all your subjects are dead.

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Jin had more schooling than most boys his age growing up. He’s very book smart and intelligent. However, he wouldn’t consider himself an intellectual. He knows enough to be clever and enough to be a brilliant strategist, but he couldn’t hold his own among scholars.

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

He is intelligent and he knows it. However, Jin is not so arrogant as to think he can’t learn something from someone else. He also realizes there are numerous different kinds of intelligences. For instance, he knows Yuna is uneducated, but she is sharp, clever, and knows much more about survival than Jin does. Just because a person doesn’t have a formal education does not mean Jin will write them off or act like he’s better than them.

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

Jin is meticulous about his speech. He is polite and extremely aware of the rules of decorum. He will always try to treat everyone with respect, even people who are from stations far below him. He thinks it is extremely rude not to give this level of respect to everyone by default. However, if a person treats him or anyone else with disrespect or betrayal, he will be less cordial and downright cold to them. He will not be deferential if he feels a person has proven that they are unworthy of it.

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

He liked some aspects of his schooling. Anything involving physical training he liked. He didn’t love the more abstract learning (strategy), but he understands how it has helped him as he matured. He didn’t really have any school mates. He did martial training with Ryuzo a bit and Ryuzo was his dearest friend and closest companion.

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

In his Yakuza verse, he participated in sports clubs: Kendo, Kyudo, and Baseball. That was it.

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

In his Yakuza verse, he graduated high school, but had no further schooling. He shadowed his uncle as he dealt with the business of running a mob family and learned from that.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

In his main verse, he was a samurai. When that was taken away from him, he became a folk hero and a legend. He’s sort of a Robin Hood, except instead of stealing, he kills Mongol invaders. He wishes he didn’t have to do this, as he much preferred the comforts of his old life. However, he enjoys the freedom that being The Ghost entails. He likes not having to follow any rule except his own. In his yakuza verse, he’s a yakuza lieutenant for the Shimura crime family. He’s on his way to be heir to his uncle’s syndicate. He doesn’t love it. He knows he’s extremely good at what he does, but he doesn’t have the heart for it. But he does it because he loves his uncle and wants to show him how much he appreciates being raised as his son.

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

Jin has traveled all over the island of Tsushima in his efforts to liberate the island. Before he was The Ghost, he basically just traveled around to his uncle’s summer and winter estates, his uncle’s hunting camp, his own estate and home village, and Kamakura (once) to pay homage to the Shogun.

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

When he visited the mainland, he realized just how insular Tsushima was. And he found that he liked it, although he never told his uncle that. He liked that they weren’t under the thumb of the Shogun like the other jito and samurai were, simply because there was a body of water between them.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

Jin learned from a young age that life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. A lot of young men think they can do anything, that they are invincible, but Jin never felt that. He had a lot of survivor’s guilt after the death of his father which colored his outlook on life. He felt like he wasn’t quite worthy of being a samurai because he showed fear, and he struggled with that growing up. However, now he feels the opposite. Since meeting Yuna, he has realigned his priorities. He still feels guilt about a lot of things in his past, but he understands that survival is paramount. Now he is disillusioned with the samurai as a whole and their rigidity when it comes to following their code.

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

The First Mongol Invasion of Japan in 1274. We haven’t seen it yet, but he also lived through the Second Mongol Invasion of Japan in 1281.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

Jin is extremely polite and very aware of how he comes off to people. Previously, his heroes were brave warriors who overcame impossible odds in battle. Now, however, his heroes are the everyday man, the unsung heroes who use their wits and compassion to survive no matter what. He tries his best to fulfill those ideals and so he can be the hero his island wants him to be. He hates people who are selfish and are blind to tradition. There’s a difference between being polite and respectful and being obtuse.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Jin is not a samurai and not The Ghost, but a person who is struggling every day to do the right thing. His friends are the same. They each have their own struggle, but they are striving every day to use their own skills and talents to do the right thing. It might not be the traditional path, nor might it be a respectable path, but it’s the right one. His ideal partner is the same. They are strong in who they are and will go against the grain, even if everyone else is against them. They are also quick witted, capable, and brave.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

He wants a partner he can trust with his life and understands the obligations he feels to give himself to the people of his island. His partner is going to have to be okay with sharing him. Also, he likes sex and wishes he had more of it. But it’s not a priority.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

He’ll go from survivor camp to survivor camp, temple town to temple town, village to village making sure the people of Tsushima are doing okay, looking for any news of the Mongols and any way he can help the common people. He feels responsible for their wellbeing since Lord Shimura and the samurai failed them. As a result, he’s really only close to about 6 people. To the rest, he’s a silent shadow caring for them from afar.

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

Poetry and music. He used to enjoy going to the theater, in the before times. He’s also a very good horseman.

#headcanon #headcanons #jin sakai #ghost of tsushima #jin sakai rp #ghost of tsushima rp

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medea10 · 5 years

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Medea’s Top 10 Worst Mothers in Anime

#the promised neverland #Fruits Basket #Bakemonogatari #assassination classroom #fairy tail #kill la kill #aggretsuko #skip beat #Umineko no Naku Koro ni #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni #Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha #magi #neon genesis evangelion #diabolik lovers #erased #boku dake ga inai machi #soul eater

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arncis · 5 years

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❛ 𝕿𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔: 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

“ғaмιly ιѕ ѕυppoѕed тo вe oυr ѕaғe нaven. very oғтen, ιт'ѕ тнe place wнere we ғιnd тнe deepeѕт нearтacнe. “

@rkola-rp

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Desmond Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅 & 𝔇𝔒𝔇: 08/23/1969 - 12/22/2010 (deceased) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: CEO of Miller’s Trading Co & International Arms Trafficker

Although considered royalty in his birthplace England, Desmond wasn’t part of The British royal family. With one of the top commodity trading firms under their belts, his mother Saoirse Miller’s family had already established a name for themselves, but unknown to most It was his father Tommy Kelly’s family classified yet lucrative arms business that’s placed the couple on the Forbes’ world’s billionaire list. Since birth, Desmond had been groomed to take over both businesses. By twenty three years old, he was running the arms market with an iron fist. Using Millers Trading Co, Desmond was able to smuggle weapons throughout the world, expanding The Kelly’s empire from Europe and North America to South America and Southeast Asia; making their family one of the most elite arms traffickers.

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Ava Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅: 10/07/1969 (49) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Shareholder of Miller’s Trading Co & Art Dealer.

Ava comes from humble beginnings. Raised by a local fisherman and a concierge in West Kingston, Jamaica, she watched as her parents struggled to provide for their ten children. In order to make extra money for her household, she put her skills in art to use, selling self portraits to tourist. Her big break came when she was only fifteen years old. A kind elderly woman visiting the island took a liking to the passionate artist and saw her potential, offering her a full scholarship to Millfield in Somerset, England. After completing high school, Ava moved to London where she attended University of The Arts before working under the famous art dealer, Anthony d'Offay.

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Ava always knew that love would come to find her, but never did she think that it would be displayed by a man like Desmond. He caught her off guard that summer’s day in St James's Park. The scenery she started to paint shifted into the captivating man with a defined jawline and porcelain skin who’d stopped to say hello. Desmond was just as taken with Ava and one day at the park turned into weekly meets ups. Ava was like a breath of fresh air to Desmond. She was everything he couldn’t be; so tender and liberated. She became his best friend, his confidant, and ultimately the love of his life; however, Desmond was promised to another woman. Despite his parents’ arrangements, It was Ava who he vowed to love till death do them part the day of his wedding. Their marriage was passionate, but they faced many obstacles. Not only had Desmond defied his parents’ wishes, but he’d fathered children with Ava, tainting The Kelly’s pure European bloodline. Although at first his parents’ rejected his black wife and children, Desmond was still the heir to The Kelly’s empire, thrusting Ava into a dangerous and fast-paced lifestyle which was one of the reasons she had left Jamaica to get away from. Many arguments erupted between the lovers as their family continued to grow. Ava constantly feared for his along with their children’s safety and sadly her fears would come true. Desmond’s life was cut short in a fatal car accident while protecting their son during an assassination attempt by a rival family. Burying the love of her life sent Ava spiraling. Losing Desmond so suddenly caused Ava to give up on art and herself for awhile. With the only memory of their son being the four children, he’d left behind Tommy and Saoirse set aside their bigotry and requested that the grieving five moved into their home, but Ava learned that would be a big mistake. Something within her four children seemed to change for the worst as soon as the arrived to The Kelly’s estate. After back to back horrific events unfolded, Ava packed her kids up and moved to California, but that wasn’t enough to break The Kelly’s curse.

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𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Dessalina Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅: 07/9/1993 (25) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Hitwoman & International Arms Trafficker

An undiagnosed sociopath with an unruly taste for blood, Dessalina sparks fear in her younger siblings. Only fifteen at the time of Desmond’s death, she became obsessed with avenging her father along with taking her grief out on her siblings, especially Arnais who she continues to blame till this day. No sooner after turning eighteen, she moved back to England, setting her plan into motion. One by one, she took out those responsible for her father’s death, including their innocent children. Tommy, impressed by his granddaughter’s cunning mindset and skills with any weapon placed in her hand, took Dessalina under his wing and groomed her to be as deadly as he is, if not worst. Now, as Tommy prepares to retire, Dessalina has been selected as the leader of their empire, although traditionally that role is reserved for the first born son.

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Dessaline Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅: 7/9/1993 (25) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Unknown

Unlike her twin sister, Dessaline didn’t get wrapped into her own pain from losing her father, but became the backbone of the family. She tried to provide some type of stability for her siblings, but the more she tried, the more they seem to lose control. Years of sacrificing her sanity for everyone else caused an eighteen year old Dessaline to snapped, leaving her old life behind like a thief in the night. Her whereabouts are still unknown to everyone expect Arnais and Adalia who she sends anonymous postcards to from all over the world. Dessaline often feels guilty for abandoning her younger siblings, but it was the only way to save herself from self destruction.

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Arnais Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅: 04/03/2001 (17) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Student, Arms Dealer, Freelance Artist.

Arnais had always shown signs of being emotionally disturbed, but witnessing his father’s gruesome death at the age of nine along with the habitual violence released upon him by his older sister pushed him into a place that it seems nobody can get him out of. Overnight he switched from a quiet yet charming young boy into this dark and impulsive creature who caused destruction wherever he went. His mother suffering from grief, and his sister wishing it was him instead of their father, Arnais became more and more infatuated with fire as a way to cope. His mother was sure this was just a phase until he did the unthinkable on the anniversary of Desmond’s death; burned down the Kelly estate, an unknown assassination attempt on his own grandparents coerced by Dessalina. While he has given up apart of himself in order to get back on his grandparents' good side, they still resent Arnais for what they view as weakness, forcing him to be nothing but a simple arms dealer, although the whole empire is his rightful heir. Despite most of his time being taken up by the career that has been chosen for him, Arnais has a passion for art like his mother once did, finding that it is the only thing that gives him peace.

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Adalia Kelly 𝔇𝔒𝔅: 11/20/2003 (15) 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: Student & Kennel Attendant

Although a selective mute, Adalia is the most functional of the Kelly Clan. While those around her believe that her silence is due to a social disorder, Adalia chooses not to speak as an act of rebellion. As the youngest, Adalia constantly felt like she was seen but not heard; even her grief for the murder of father seemed to be ignored. She reached her breaking point when she tried to tell Ava about her oldest sister’s abuse only to be silenced by Arnais who feared what Dessalina would do to her. From that day forward, she vowed never to speak again. For awhile, she despised her brother, blaming him for Dessalina’s escalating tyranny and for having to leave England behind but as time went by she latched onto him and he became her voice. Her oath has been going on for six years now, and she plans to continue that way until the many secrets holding up her family’s walls coming crashing down.

#❛ 「 𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰 」⇄ 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖐 #❛ 「 𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰 」⇄ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 #❛ 「 𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔦𝔰 」⇄ 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 #I'll be on tonight for the opening #sorry if ya mobile

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Kamilah x MC x Priya Fan Fiction: Bloodbound The Way of The World

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Pairing: Kamilah x MC x Priya. Poly.

Cast: The whole cast (as of Book 1 chapter 11) are featured.

Synopsis: Diana falls in love with Kamilah and Priya while trying to save the Clanless who are left to die by the other vampires.

Author’s note: Please separate the artist from the work. You wouldn’t ask an actor who plays a serial killer if he kills people in real life. Like people, each character has different facets to them. In this story, no one is entirely from the light side and no one is entirely from the dark side. That’s all I can say without spoilers.

About author: f / http://youtube.com/JaceytheJester Check out Becca x MC: Two Sides of The Same Coin (ongoing) on http://wattpad.com/JaceytheJester

Rating: 15+

Prologue word count: 2,663

Chapter I: TBD

Chapter I word count: A bit over 10k. I might not reply any asks until chapter I is posted.

BLOODBOUND: THE WAY OF THE WORLD PROLOGUE

If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere, Diana remembered. That’s what they say about New York. Lily had told Diana that the people she met in New York would help her realize her dreams. Diana didn’t know how but she wanted to believe so.

The life in this concrete jungle, where tall buildings rise so high they seem to pierce the sky, may not be for everyone. Here, people talk fast, walk fast and do everything fast. Nobody has time. Everyone who isn’t rich or won’t have a large inheritance from their family anytime soon, has to work to live or live to work to keep themselves in New York City; the capital of the world and the centre of business and finance. Only the best of the best are here. You either go hard or you go somewhere else.

It was already four in the morning. Diana just finished brushing her long blond hair when she realised she couldn’t sleep in the luxurious and secure suite inside Raines Corp Tower. She set her large green eyes on the writing desk at the opposite site of the bed and thought she should write something down in her deep red leather bound journal which she just bought last week to make sure she wouldn’t forget anything or any details about the serious situations in her new life.

Being the classic case from a small town, Diana decided to leave for New York after her college graduation. People didn’t see her off. They just said things that were anything but supportive. Do you really think you can make it? How are you gonna do that? What if you fail? Diana remembered those words well. It made it easier for her to pack her things and catch a flight to New York. Some people from this young city craft their own way and become a part of history in this world. Diana wanted to make people see that there was something special about her. Most importantly, she wanted to be free from family values that branded certain things forbidden for women but not for men.

In this sleepless city, bright neon lights and the big, high definition digital screens make night more beautiful than day. Diana found that she really preferred dusk to dawn which was a good thing. Night had become Diana’s regular time of work merely a week ago after she became a personal assistant of a vampire CEO, Adrian Raines, the owner of Raines Corp; one of the leading companies in technology industry in the world.

One of the very important things anyone should know about vampire race was that not all of them were gorgeous and glamorous like they were made when featured in vampire films and fictions. In reality, there were all kinds of them. Some were utterly ugly and murderous. Some were incredibly kind and universally beautiful. Diana had met the former and she was very lucky to still be alive. She made a bunch of blood thirsty vampires her enemies after all.

Fortunately, the vampires around her were people she could trust. Adrian might look like a man in his mid twenties but in fact, he was around three hundred years old and he wanted to be the force of greater good in the world.

Kamilah Sayeed, the perfect beauty and the Egyptian vampire queen was the CEO of Ahmanet Financials, one of the most successful companies in financial industry on earth. Kamilah was royal by birth and reserved by choice. Even though she was two thousand and sixty three years old, her appearance was that of a woman in her late twenties. She would never grow old or deform. Her beauty was eternal like the universe itself.

After Lily Spencer, Diana’s roommate and best friend was attacked and was on the verge of dying, Diana begged Adrian to save her. The only way was to turn Lily into a vampire. Adrian did and Kamilah was furious at both Diana and Adrian. The action could jeopardise him and his whole clan. But what else was I supposed to do? Watching my best friend die? Diana thought. Kamilah threatened to kill Diana as a result but Diana wasn’t really afraid. She thought it was just something close to what a protective sibling sometimes say to their sister’s boyfriend; If you break her heart, I’ll break your neck.

Not only Kamilah was there the whole time during Lily’s turning process, she offered to teach and train Lily herself. Kamilah told Diana about Lysimachus, her twin brother who sacrificed himself for a good cause when the Egyptians were attacked by the Romans in 35 BC. That was five years before Cleopatra who was Kamilah’s cousin, passed away. Diana was convinced that Adrian reminded Kamilah a lot about her brother. Adrian and Lysimachus had a lot in common. It was plain to see why Kamilah was fiercely protective towards Adrian. The fact that Kamilah remembered precisely that they met two hundred and thirty four years ago said it all.

During her years as a human, Kamilah served as a nomarch. A governor of some sort and a title very rarely earned by a woman. Diana didn’t expect any less from a cousin of Cleopatra specifically when the last Queen of Egypt was known to be strong and fiery too.

A lot of things about Kamilah remained to be discovered. All Diana knew was that there was no one else Adrian trusted more than Kamilah.

Diana glanced at Lily who was lying on her stomach on their bed and was probably asleep. Lily was one day old in her vampire age and so it was her time to get some rest. When Diana was certain that her friend would not bother her, she got her journal out of a drawer and set it on the desk. She casually flipped through the pages without so much as glancing at what she had written. There were things she had already remembered by heart.

According to Adrian, there were one hundred and eighty vampires in New York City and six of them were the most powerful ones who had seats on The Council of New York vampires. These were also the leaders of other twenty nine members of their own clans. Each clan ruled in six different sectors. Kamilah in finance and Adrian in technology.

The Baron was a short, chubby man in his late sixties. He was a criminal before and after he became a vampire. A nightmare that no one ever wanted to come true. He was a gangster in 1920s, he still dressed like one and he was a gang leader today too and he probably would be until the end of time. Diana believed that if having been turned into a vampire couldn’t change a man then nothing else would. He reigned ruthlessly in organised crime.

Lester Castellanos who was neither tall nor nice must have been in his late fifties when he was turned. Lester had thick, untrimmed facial beard and thick greyish hair and a lot of worry lines on his face which definitely didn’t have any bad affects on him in commerce. After he caressed Diana’s arm in front of Adrian and Kamilah simply because he wanted to, Diana quickly went to the bathroom and washed her hands and arms twice. Then she remembered that she slapped his face and she washed her hands again for the third time. This was a kind of man who would make everyone of every sexuality run. Out of disgust, not fears.

Adam Vega was a tall, broad shouldered Spanish man with the kind of magnificent jawlines that handsome Hollywood actors have. He looked like a man in his forties. His thick dark hair and his thick eyebrows only added up to his charisma. But Diana learnt that at the end of the day, Vega was still a politician who only cared about himself and his own gain. Like the colonial Spanish nobleman that he used to be. Adrian had to pay a generous amount of money to him in exchange for his vote so Lily could be a new member of Clan Raines.

Despite the fact that Lily was no longer a human being, she still had feelings and she had every right to live as much as anybody else on earth. Yet Vega didn’t care. Lily is now one of his own kind but she is not one of his own clan. Like human society, the discrimination among vampire race existed. Diana couldn’t help but think about Jax and his people. Clanless and rejected. Excluded and soon to be executed. It was Vega’s idea to wipe them out once and for all. She wished she could do something for them. If only she could change Vega’s mind. But he was a kind of man who would not do anything for anyone unless he would receive an irresistible offer in return.

That is politics, she remembered what Adrian had said to her. Now Diana wondered why anyone should trust and give power to politicians to run their cities and countries when all they cared about was themselves and their benefits. It took Diana a few minutes to shake the thought of Vega out of her head.

And at last but not least, Priya Lacroix, a famous fashion designer who was gorgeous enough to be a model herself. Despite being the youngest clan leader among them, Priya was confident and comfortable leading Clan Lacroix and having a seat on The Council. On top of that, for the past years Priya thrived in fashion industry. It is one the most fast-paced careers of all time. Anyone who has money can own their own studio in New York but only those who are truly talented get to keep theirs. Priya was one of them. Not to mention, her studio was one of the most popular scenes in the city. Diana had met Priya only once and she found her to be extraordinarily exquisite. Her pair of playful brown eyes and and her full, sensual lips just suited her personality so well. One could never tell that Priya was slightly over one hundred and fifty years old when she looked and acted so naturally like a woman in her mid twenties.

Then there were the Clanless whom Diana decided to never write anything about in her journal for her and their safety. In case Diana and Adrian failed to get a vote from Priya to keep Lily alive, at least Lily would still have Jax Matsuo and the Clanless to rely on. Diana was convinced that they would never turn her away.

Another thing that Diana had never mentioned to anyone, not even to Lily, her best friend was her newfound clairvoyant abilities that enabled her to see visions. Fragments of Kamilah’s and Adrian’s past. There was always another man with them. He was called Gaius Augustine. Yet neither Kamilah nor Adrian had ever said his name. As far as she understood, Gaius was ancient and dangerous. She knew this because Kamilah and Adrian were different people when they were with him in the distant past.

Diana wondered what it meant to have the power that she had but she didn’t mind it at all. It made her feel empowered as though she was some sort of ‘the chosen one’ like those cool characters in fictions and films. She simply hoped that she wouldn’t need saving like a damsel in distress among the vampire race.

Diana craned her neck to Lily’s direction to make sure that she was still asleep before she started to write on her journal with her casual cursive handwritings that were feminine and rather tidy.

I am in New York. Is this the right place for me? Even when I’m right here right now, I still have doubts in my mind. Is this really where I belong?

I feel bad for Adrian. I feel bad for putting him in this awkward situation but there was no other choice to save Lily. I’m thankful for his selfless action. I think he likes me and I have nothing but friendship to offer. He’s a great guy but I just keep thinking about Priya and how perfect she was when I first met her in person. I’d like to meet her again though I’m not sure what I expect.

I want to know how she thinks about me or if she thinks about me at all after our first meeting. I want to know what she’s doing right now. When Adrian told me that we’d need Priya’s vote to save Lily, I was glad that it was her. I definitely don’t want to owe Lester or ask him for anything. Baron is cold blooded. He probably smiles when he kills someone. I think Priya will help us. Even though I don’t know her that much, I have a feeling she’ll understand.

When she was done, she put her journal back in a drawer, charged her phone and left it on the desk. Then she silently slipped into bed beside Lily and was ready for sleep to take her. She didn’t see a text message from Adrian which said that something urgent came up and so Diana would have to accompany someone else to meet Priya instead. Someone he trusted with his life.

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celticbarb · 2 years

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📚⚔️📚Book🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Review 📚⚔️📚

Book: Highland Lion

By Author Celeste Barclay

Series: The Clan Sinclair Legacy, Book #1

Release Date: 2/8/2022

Publisher: Oliver Heber Books

Number of pages: 305

Overall rating: 4 Stars

Blog Rating: 4 Saltire Flags

Orkney

Liam MacKay travels to Orkney to delegate for his Grandfather, the Laird Liam Sinclair, Earl of Caithness for the change of power from the Norwegian King. Liam also wants to show them he is not that immature wee lad, but a grown man ready for important responsibilities. He wants his family of both MacKay and Sinclair clans to respect him and see him as the intelligent, honorable man he has grown to be. Now everyone knew this would not be an easy change of power, but Liam also didn’t foresee trying to save a woman who might be abused or sold into slavery! It is because the King’s brother is obsessed with this woman who rejected him!

Elene Isbister, is surprised that her drunk mother is remarrying a man who is only using her-because he wants Elene. This Norwegian trader, named Gunter who is also the King’s brother and can have his revenge for her betrayal! He is furious Elene rejected him, so he thinks he can make her jealous of her own intoxicated mother! It is obvious to Elene, Gunter plans to either forcing himself on her or selling her as a slave. Now all Elene cares about is her younger brother and sister who she has been raising since they were born, as she is more like their mother than their older sister. That is until she meets the very attractive highlander Liam MacKay-who turns her world upside down!

Liam sees this Norwegian trader as a total nightmare if Elene’s mother marries this man, she will be forced to go with them to Norway and leave the home she has always known. Gunter has bullied and threatened all other suitors and even other families of Orkney not to give her aid. He wants to completely dominate Elene and have her under his control! Now Liam wants to help her, but is not ready to totally commit with a marriage offer after just meeting her. He does not want a marriage of convenience or one because it will help Elena out of a hopeless predicament! He wants a love match just like his parents marriage! However, he does see the desperate situation she is in. All Elene wants to do is escape with her two younger siblings to safety. Liam knows he must protect her, but he also has a promise to help his Grandfather transfer the power from Gunter’s brother the Norwegian King.

Will Liam open his heart and admit he loves Elene or will his family obligations take over? This would force Elene to go live in Norway with a monster of a step-father who can have his revenge on the woman who rejected him! Will these star crossed lovers find a rainbow at the end of the tunnel or darkness and despair? Read and be swept away in this exciting, captivating, highland adventure.

This is my first book by this author which was a fascinating, fast-paced, page turning, highland-adventure, that historical romance readers will enjoy. You can read as a stand alone book, even if you haven’t read the previous books connected to this series. You will still love this story from start to finish. I look forward to future stories by this author and excited to see what comes out next!

Disclaimer: I received an advanced readers copy from Netgalley. I voluntarily agreed to do an honest, fair review and blog. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

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canemnecredite · 6 years

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armis exposcere pacem.

date: 08 february 2018, approx. 8:15 pm / midday after the battle for the eastern district location: the woods along the lake & the perimeter of the greek camp / adriana’s tent at the waterfront headquarters

synopsis: after accepting the proposal extended to her by jax, adriana makes her way to the greek headquarters to initiate their mission / adriana reflects on the events of the war up to the present and her place in the battles to come (with a noticeable change in appearance)

triggers: death mention, gore (just one theoretical mention of injury)

characters this may concern: @avadakaravadra / @fireandseaweed / @peacefully-blossom

“Armis Exposcere Pacem” - They demanded peace by force of arms.

The motto of the Clan Caninii works twofold. It defines their history as rebels against those who challenged the Roman Republic -- insurgents such as Julius Caesar and Octavian who sought to turn Rome from a people’s Republic to an Empire under the single authority of a dictator -- and upholds their belief that the independence of the Roman people and their voice in matters that concern their home and livelihood are meant to be respected and heard -- that these crucial foundations of the Republic must be defended for the good of the people. When Caesar began taking arms against those who would oppose him and threatened the continued governance of the Senate, the Caninii, along with others, took up arms against the tyrant, because there is no peace without war.

But if the New Roman Senate has become a Caesar in its own right... is there even a Republic left to salvage?

Roman names are unique. A Roman may have multiple given names and compartmental surnames. When most people hear the name Caninii, their minds immediately recognize the root word caninus, meaning “canine;” and while this root is not false, it is also not the whole picture. Caninii is the plural form for each individual family member’s surname, Caninius -- a name also related to the word canus, which means “white” or “grey.” White, for peace. Grey, for ambiguity. The name for a clan who hold themselves in neutrality, until the time is right.

Clans, of course, have branches. For Romans, these branches are identified by cognomen, names ascribed to individuals or families for particular traits or achievements. Rebilus is theirs. It comes from rebellis, meaning “rebellious,” “rebel,” or “insurgent.” A curious name for such a high ranking noble family, but the Caninii are in no way ashamed of their legacy. They embrace their ancestor’s victory over Octavian. Defying a man like that, with immense power at his back, as ancient pirates attacking, raiding, and blocking his navy, no less, was remarkably bold. Sirius had been an integral part in a successful act of defiance against Rome’s future first emperor. For millennia, his descendants have strived to follow his example -- to fight for peace and end a war, even if that peace came to be short-lived. But the tenets set down in antiquity and preserved through countless generations have warped over time. They have been tainted by the the New Roman Senate and the shadowy organization that backs their ideals. But how can the Senate be a true senate when they hardly regard the words of their people? All of their people. They have become manipulative and absolute, dishing out orders as if they were a single power not to be questioned. As if their council is an emperor in its own right.

Adriana no longer believes they deserve the title of Senate. Though their mark has been burned into her arm as an obligatory identification of her conscription to the Legion, if this is how they intend to continue, she has come to reject any subscription to their orders. Her careful resistance to her grandfather’s authority and yet determination to inherit the empire that her kin have made is the result of her intention to reforge her house’s reputation and operation. She strives to be true to her ancestor’s legacy, even if it means threatening her standing in New Roman society.

As she trod through the forest shadows along the lakeside, Adriana found herself facing somewhat of an existential crisis. The events of the war up to this point had left her with mixed feelings. When Blossom’s pride celebration had been subjected to a raid, the sweet girl arrested, the Greeks branded as alien citizens, forced from the Legion, and then exiled-- each event had stoked her frustration, then anger, with the Senate. She had come to Lina the day before the horrific attacks that prompted the war, ready to defy the Senate’s orders to their cohort and shed the blood of any legionnaire who got in her way, if it came to that. Perhaps it was unbelievably rash, but her legionnaires being commanded to assist in the exile of those who had been their family in the Fourth had triggered a rage that had her seeing red. If Lina hadn’t “assaulted” her, it was likely she would have been branded a traitor and locked away... or worse. Lina had made a tremendous sacrifice to keep their kids safe, and now it was Adriana’s turn to protect those she loved.

However, the armory had been bombed, supposedly by the Greeks. She had no way of confirming that, but the loss of a place so dear to her heart, and multiple siblings and co-workers along with it, had stirred the poison in her blood. Fergus and Callum had fallen to the Romans, and still, those few weeks in camp had left her conscience torn. Lina had obligated Adriana to watch over their legionnaires. The centurion had felt as though she couldn’t budge, because she owed Lina that much. Then, she had attended Fergus’ wake and funeral. A funeral with no body to burn in his honor. It was Jax’s proposal that night that had finally pushed her over that edge. She had been clinging to orders to maintain stability, so a mission had been the perfect catalyst for initiating the action she had been dying to take. Especially knowing she had Jax backing her as a partner and ally.

Whatever they had become was a stranger to the tempestuous relationship they had shared growing up. Their rivalry remained, though void of the mutual dislike that had existed so passionately between them. Adriana didn’t know what to make of it. Despite their animosity, they had always made efficient partners. They trusted one another in their own twisted way, only now, something far deeper was underlying that trust. But she refused to acknowledge it. She was putting blind faith in that force as if it was liable to break should she address it. The mission was enough. Her personal emotions would only get in its way. Yet, leaving him behind in the dark to venture into dangerous territory alone widened that tear of doubt in her chest ever so slightly.

She had to shake her head to cast off the feeling, but it would never fade entirely. For just a moment, she paused and looked out over the water. The radiant silver glow of a waning half moon rippled atop the lake. The corner of her lips twitched upward at the sight. It was lovely. Too lovely for the period of violence that had engulfed her home. With that thought, the lighthearted tease of a smile faded.

“I hope he’s right,” the daughter of Mars sighed as her gold-tinted gaze lifted to the titaness in the sky, assuming she was there in some capacity. The titans were far more elusive than the gods, but Adriana regarded her ancestor with a childlike hope. Surely, Luna was not entirely ignorant to her bloodline’s prayers. “Keep an eye on him,” she implored. “Not for my sake, or his; for everyone’s. You can’t take sides, and neither can I, but I need him to do this. I know Fergus believed in peace, even if he refused to say it. He had the same blood of yours in his veins as in mine and he died trying to prevent this war.” Subconsciously, her thumb brushed over the small shell that had been tied around the hilt of her sword-- a reminder of her silent promise to avenge an undeserved death. Her lids slid over her eyes as she did so. “If you have any regard for your legacies, please, listen to me. Just this once.”

When the moonlight reflected in the woman’s vision again, her observation of the night’s canvas failed to identify any shift in the surroundings, to no surprise. Her attention fell to her hip, where her sword was harnessed and her fingers wrapped around its hilt. A long breath exhaled through her nose. War was meant to be her element, yet here she was, praying to a distantly related deity for assistance in terminating it. Her father must have been aghast. Nevertheless, the daughter of war set her sights forward and pressed on.

As the lights of the waterfront base grew nearer, the grip on her sword tightened. However she was received by the Greeks, it wouldn’t be readily. Adriana was, after all, a long-established centurion of ancient Roman blood. No matter what recent sentiments she had displayed, she would be questioned, and carefully guarded. What came after the declaration of her purpose was impossible to discern. If she had any hope of securing a place within their ranks, it was best she approached with as benign a demeanor as possible. So, as she emerged from the treeline, she slowed her pace and unbuckled her sheath. Her hands were held up, the blade in her right, and when the three boys on patrol spotted her nearing the perimeter, she acknowledged them with steady words. “I’m here to speak with whoever’s in charge. You can tell them that Centurion Adriana Caninii has come to join your cause -- and she has a very important matter to discuss with them, if they’re willing to hear it.”

The trio looked to one another, wordlessly seeking each other’s thoughts, before the eldest among them nodded and the youngest ran toward the heart of their operations. The third confiscated her sword, which resulted in a reflexive snap of, “Careful with that, or there will be trouble,” and a small spell secured her hands in front of her person. But, they escorted her no further than the interior edge of the border. Smart. It wouldn’t do to lead a suspicious figure through the camp without further inspection. Now, the lot of them had nothing more to do than await the leading Greeks’ judgement.

Adriana’s acceptance into the Greek camp had been a surprisingly more welcome ordeal than expected. Her previous support for their plight had been recognized and her help gladly accepted. The only potential hiccup arose when they had intended to bunk her with the rest of the Roman transfers in the underwater complex. Despite the fact that the dome was secure, she was plagued by an intense fear of diving below the water’s surface in any fashion. As a result, she had pitched a tent in the shade of the forest’s edge. It was in fair proximity to the main corpus of operations, yet far enough away that she could have her privacy. Once again, her new compatriots raised little opposition to her desire.

Nearly four months had passed since her arrival, and in that time, Adriana had done whatever was required to assist the Greeks’ endeavor. She had been distributing supplies and managing refugees, joining in on supply runs, offering training to some of the younger and lesser experienced fighters, and providing as much information on the Roman strategies and movements as she had to give. She fought where force was needed. No large scale attacks had occurred for some time. It had given them the opportunity to rebuild their strength and stabilize their position. However, true battle was bound to break out eventually, and the Eastern District had proven to be the greatest receptor of demigod blood yet.

The daughter of Mars had been in the thick of it. Nothing charged her like a real fight. Yet, facing fellow legionnaires in attempted lethal combat had left her with far less enthusiasm than usual. There had been an instance or two when she reflexively defended an old friend -- cursing an arrow from a distance or knocking out an old companion to give the impression that they had fallen in battle. They had almost seized the day. They had been so close to claiming victory... but the Romans countered them with a second wind that no one could have predicted. And despite their valiant efforts, the Greeks were the force to sound a retreat.

Both sides had dead and wounded to tend to. For a brief time, an tense truce had hovered over the field. The soldiers were able to collect their dead without the threat of physical conflict. Neither the Greeks nor the Romans would want to appear total barbarians, after all. Adriana hadn’t come out unscathed. She wasn’t heavily injured, but bearing a series of small cuts with chips of debris from an explosion off to her side, a cut on her arm from the narrowly dodged thrust of a pilum, and a bruise from a slam to her shoulder that was sure to ripen, she too had stepped away to tend to her wounds.

She sat on the edge of her makeshift bed -- one of the thin mattresses from the bunks and a blanket to go with it -- sanitizing the slash on her arm. The sting of antiseptic drew a hiss from her tongue. Thankfully, the cut was superficial enough to avoid being stitched. The medics had assured her that with the proper daily cleanings and fresh wraps of bandages, it would heal fairly quickly. The former centurion had gotten off lucky.

Now, you might be thinking, “Well she’s been fighting since she was four! Of course she made it out;” but the truth is, surviving a battle has nothing to do with skill. You can be the best damn swordsman on the field, but that doesn’t make you any less likely to have an arrow hit you from behind or your leg blown off by a grenade that didn’t catch your eye until it was too late. When the chaos of battle is swirling around you, it’s up to luck and fate whether or not you’ll live to fight another day. And yet the history books still call war glorious.

While winding a bandage around the freshly cleaned skin, an auburn strand of hair slipped out from behind her ear and dangled directly in her line of sight. The woman huffed, and the strand blew forward before inevitably drifting back again. Adriana frowned. Despite the distraction, she completed her task. Once the bandages were firmly tied, she straightened her back and brushed the bit of hair back over her shoulder. The quiet moment was taken to examine the parts of her body that hadn’t yet been treated. Her injuries had all been cared for and cleaned, the exposed skin wiped down to check for any other marks hidden behind the dirt and blood. Her armor, clothes, and hair, on the other hand, were a mess. The armor could be done fairly quickly, but there were places where her clothes were torn, and sanguine stains dappled the fabric.

She hadn’t noticed it at first, but as her hands ran through her tousled hair, she found that the light auburn hue was no less stained than her attire. Adriana brought a portion of it into her grip, considering how to proceed. Washing it would be easy enough... but would it be worth it? The hip-length tresses were a trademark of her person. Skipping over the scene of those blazing locks moving in tandem with the dance of a swordswoman was almost impossible to miss. Adriana knew that, and she counted on it. Why?

“You can’t fight with hair as long as that!”

The mocking words of a young boy rang through her head as it had in her ears so many moons ago -- a tease that spurred a lifelong competition based on little more than a silly insult taken too seriously. Pride had been of great importance to the future Caninii heiress as a child. The day when that competition began had been one amid the naive period of her life, before she realized that her future was limited by her birth and that her grandfather was manipulating her world to shape her toward a specific role. Her pride had shifted, then. Although honor for family would always remain prominent, it was pride in herself -- rather, confidence -- that became the source of her actions. On that day, she decided to leave her hair long. She would prove to him that her skills in combat could not be dulled by her appearance, her size, or her gender. The funny thing was, her skills didn’t need to be proven. The truth was obvious. But, her childish stubbornness had resulted in her carrying on his challenge for years to come.

Adriana wasn’t a child anymore. She had nothing to prove in terms of ability. That boy was no longer a child either. They were both walking in shadow to see the war to see the war through. The competition had become trivial, especially now that they sought peace in arms. As she sat there in her tent, the clanging of weapons and shouts of medics in the distance, situated in the Greek encampment, the daughter of war had to wonder-- perhaps, it wasn’t worth it after all. Looking back on who she was then and who she was now, an incredulous puff of a laugh brought the hint of a grin to her lips. Novi diluculo, novus dies. Right?

Rising to her feet, Adriana grabbed her sword and marched down to the lakeshore. She took in the sight of herself for a minute, memorizing the picture that she made so that she could remember it, after. That image would serve as a reminder of who she had been to better appreciate the person she had resolved to become. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as she unsheathed her blade and hovered it behind her neck. With one swift cut, her lifelong distinguishing feature had been sheared from her person. When Adriana opened her eyes, the juniper orbs found a welcome stranger gazing back at her, and her grin widened. Literally and figuratively, it felt as though a heavy weight had dropped away. She felt free to do and be as she pleased. Limitless.

And that was a dangerous state for a demigod of ancient Roman blood with a sword in her hand.

She would find Blossom later, she thought as she turned to stroll back to her tent and sheathed the blade once more. She was a pretty girl. Surely, she knew something about styling a spontaneous haircut...

#armis exposcere pacem.#f&gwriting #[ cd. ]#[ bambi. ]#[ new moon. ]#[ warpaint. ]#gore tw #tw gore #death mention cw #tw death mention #longer than expected #kind of symbolic??? i tried??#OH WELL #out dated but still IMPORTANT

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chicagocityofclans · 3 years

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Elle Colt → Katie Cassidy → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: May 5th

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Religion: Irreligion

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Organizer/Manager

Scars: None

Tattoos: Star, moon and sun (moon shaded black) on wrist

Two Likes: Control and Crime Films

Two Dislikes: Butterflies and Lilac

Two Fears: Snakes and Rejection

Two Hobbies: Baking and Skin Care

Three Positive Traits: Organized, Self-Assured, Personable

Three Negative Traits: Secretive, Uninvolved, Compulsive

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Bryce Colt (Father): Elle and Bryce have a much better relationship now that Elle is grown. It was difficult for her to have her dad gone so often as a kid, and once she was allowed to help run and organize the missions she felt like she had a proper duty.

Regina Colt (Mother): Regina died shortly after giving birth to Elle in a hunting mission gone wrong. Elle remembers nothing about her, though she knows they look similar.

Brittney Colt (Step-Mother): Unlike her brothers, Elle likes Brittney. She doesn’t remember much of Regina and has seen Brittney as her mom her whole life. Elle has tried to get Blaine to open up and see the good in her, but he flat out refuses.

Sibling Names:

Blaine Colt (Brother): Blaine expects a lot out of Elle and holds her to the same degree as Colin and himself. This is how the three of them have led such a successful group in Chicago. However, this has led to Elle taking up a habit of lying when she doesn’t want to deal with his lack of help or advice.

Colin Colt (Brother): Elle loves Colin, but knows he thinks too much with his heart. He is a little more overprotective than Blaine, but still expects Elle to deal with his and everyone else’s bullshit. She lies to him too, but mostly to keep a check on his temper. If he knew how many people have taken a run at their family, he’d lose it.

Amy Colt ( Half Sister): Amy is Elle’s best friend. They grew up together, and she sees her the same way she sees Colin and Blaine. They hang around each other constantly, and have keys to each other’s houses and apartments. Amy is one of the few people Elle doesn’t feel like she has to be ‘on’ for.

Casper Colt (Half-Brother): Casper is...Casper. He has a lot of unearned arrogance, but Elle doesn’t believe that’s his fault. It’s in their blood, and she thinks she may be the only one to remember Blaine and Colt’s unbearable ego periods. She’s considering sending him out on a local mission to let him prove himself.

Alice Colt (Half-Sister): Elle has tried bonding with Alice, but it never really feels like she wants to spend time with her. She is impressed with Alice’s ability to just keep going, especially after losing her arm.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

None

Platonic Connections:

Megan Colt (Cousin): Megan is like another sister to her. She fits so well with Amy and her, and when working together the three are unstoppable.

Iris Colt (Cousin): Elle really enjoys Iris and Hailey, and she sees a lot of her and Amy’s relationship in theirs. However, ever since Iris was given away to be betrothed, Elle can’t look at her. She feels guilty for letting Iris take the hit, instead of her.

Hailey Colt (Cousin): Hailey through her a curveball when she informed her that she had dyslexia. It did fill in the blanks as to why she thought Lilly’s would be best for her. She is looking for something with more meaning that her cousin could do, without revealing her learning issues with the whole family.

Imani Anderson (Sister-In-Law): Elle gets along really well with Imani. She thinks that she was the exact thing Blaine needed in a partner. She has learned a lot from the information Imani has shared about how the Andersons run things, and is glad a connection could be made without forcibly marrying someone off.

Sarah Harris (Liaison): Elle really respects Sarah, for an animal shifter. She was very communicative when they first began becoming active in Chicago and pointed out the non-supernatural monsters, like pedophiles and abusers, that the Colts could be taking care of. She makes an effort to keep her family away from the Harris family to avoid unnecessary spoiling of relationships.

Alexus Anderson (Friend): When Imani married into the family, Alexus started sharing her network with them. This has opened a lot of doors for their family. Lately, Elle and Alexus have bonded beyond business casual and Elle sees her as a true and worthy ‘in-law’. Elle is trying to stay out of the ‘take-over’ mess.

Grant Anderson (Friend): Grant is Imani's father and has bonded with Blaine with ease. Elle was surprised when he extended his friendship and knowledge to her and Colin. However, due to her friendship with Alexus, Elle is unsure about his plans on taking over and becoming the new head of the Anderson family.

Thea Stone (Friend): Thea and Elle bonded when Elle was engaged with James. Their relationship was rocky after Elle called it off but after meeting Molly and connecting the dots, Thea and Elle’s friendship started up again.

Mary Ametheon (Friend): Mary and Elle bonded when Elle was engaged with James. Mary always told her she deserved better and even encouraged Elle to break it off with Stone. Elle thinks Mary knew about Molly and did not know how else to tell her. Elle has started inviting Mary into her folds but is playing it slow.

D.W. Colt (Friend): Elle likes D.W. a lot. She thinks she calms Colin’s more fiery temper and appreciates that she fights for the victims of Chicago. One of her biggest fights with Imani has been over D.W. and her desire to dig further into her past.

Hostile Connections:

James Stone (Hate): She was going to force herself to marry the arrogant, snob that is the Stone heir, until she found out he was cheating on her and had no intention of stopping. Elle broke off the engagement, without giving a reason to anyone, especially her brothers. Now he’s marrying his side piece and apparently all is right in the world.

Molly Bennett (Dislike): Elle firmly believes in not hating the other woman since it was the man’s choice, but she draws the line when the person is willing to be a pseudo concubine. She knew what she was doing, and it drives Elle insane that they’re getting married like they never were doing anything wrong.

Nina Stone (Dislike): Nina seems like she is trying to prove herself to the Stone family and her husband, Matt Stone. After accusing Colin of stealing her underwear and embarrassing him, Elle pulled her aside and showed her true Colt colors. Now, Nina automatically leaves Lilly's everytime Elle walks in.

Amaria Crais (Strained): Amaria was quickly becoming a friend and relaxed in Elle presences until Alice arm was bitten off. Alice has taken to stalking the Clan Cat territory and Amaria refused to help or point out which of her clan did it.

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajul (Liaison): Elle feels like her relationship with Nada completely flipped overnight and she’s unsure why. Hyenas have been being recklessly changed, with no rhyme or reason, and they’re not trying to keep those bitten controlled. She’s tried countless times to talk with the Hyena’s leader and Nada, but has gotten no response back. Elle is going to let her family start picking them off for sport if they don’t get their act together.

Pets:

None

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

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oh-my-otome · 7 years

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Let’s explore!: Nobuyuki

Humans have more than six senses, but humor me for a second, corner-buddy.

You know your “sixth” sense, that little nagging feeling like there’s more to a situation or a person than meets the eye?

The one that’s all ‘there’s got to be something else going on with Nobuyuki, and even if there isn’t, I will ride that ikemen all the way into the sunset?’

That sense.

Well congrats, you’re right. He’s yandere AF!

If you’ve been observant, you’ll know that he’s not the only yandere in the game.

Joining the likes of Kenshin, and Masamune, he’s in good company when it comes to sharing some of the SLBP characters’ more manipulative and possessive tendencies.

However, Nobuyuki outclasses those two on ambition alone, as he coerces you into marrying him at the end of his event.

So now that you’ve become Lady Sanada, let’s take a look at his Draughts of Starlight epilogue!

*Side note

Nobuyuki does in fact get you drunk on purpose in order to facilitate you thinking, incorrectly, that you’ve not only slept with him the night before, but that you may also be pregnant, all so he can marry you.

The tone of this epilogue is in no way the same as Ieyasu’s, which I covered here. I had gotten questions about Nobuyuki’s event route and epilogue, so I hope this helps. Not everyone likes yanderes, some people appreciate a heads up, others are just curious. Whatever it is, I hope you find this review helpful.

We open with Nobuyuki inspiring the Power Puff Girls as he tells us the ingredients needed for the perfect bride:

Sugar, spice, and duct tape

He flashes back to when you declared that you’re not looking to be saved by anyone. Instead, you want to save your family with your own strength.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you flipped tf out of his switch.

In fact, you’re now elevated to the highest category of mate, in his eyes, surpassing every eligible match he’s had so far, in all areas but one:

But Nobuyuki is willing to overlook your lowborn peasant upbringing, in order to make you his.

Remember this scene, after Yahiko tells you that he heard a rumor that Nobuyuki was skipping town this evening?:

You ask him what he said, but Nobuyuki brushes off your question with a careful sidestep.

Turns out, he was evaluating just how quickly you’d come running to him, after his kicked puppy act, when you rejected his offer of marriage and he walked out of the restaurant, some days before.

The origin of the rumor was Nobuyuki himself:

Just a regular evening of talking to oneself and burning documents, as one does. You know, the yooj.

Nobuyuki, probably: “And by ‘metaphorically speaking,’ I mean ‘bitch, you thought!’”:

The magistrate had better run like Sonic.

Man Bun-san Nobuyuki’s father is confused when his son comes back to the castle with an unknown bride in tow:

Yandere-kun says that it takes awhile to get from Kyoto to his home. A journey of several days. In all this time, not once has he said “hey, you know what we didn’t do? Fuck!”

The whole epilogue you’re never told the truth about anything. In fact, you barely speak. While all four epilogues are in the suitor’s pov, you hardly have any lines in Nobuyuki’s. And you’re dissatisfied for almost all of it.

But anyyoumighthavebeenbetteroffwiththemagistrate, you blush upon being complimented, which prompts Yukimura to become twitterpated:

Yukimura had better watch his ass! Nobuyuki seems like the type to grab the nearest bible-toting Portuguese missionary just to make them read from Genesis 4.

Saizo, meanwhile, tries to subtly clue Yukkin in to the fact that his brother will murderlate him good if he doesn’t stop staring lustfully at his bride:

He knows what’s up! he’s probably helped Nobuyandere hide a few bodies

Let’s stop here and discuss both Sanada bros, really quickly.

Nobuyuki is clearly all the way into yandere territory, but he’s not the only one that has some issues. You’ve got two different children, of two different ages, who have very obviously been brought up to believe certain things.

That doesn’t mean that it’s not their fault that they behave in a particular way, but there is clearly a common denominator:

Both Sanada brothers reveal that the way they view the world, and the way they view women in particular, comes from one source: their father.

Although we learn that Yukimura’s views on women come from his own internalized feelings of being the “cause” of his mother’s death, we know that he knows that he actually had nothing to do with her death at all.

But where did he hear about it? His father, who lets he go right on believing it even into adulthood.

Nobuyuki is looking for a woman with a particular set of skills in order to be his bride. Where did he hear that from? His father.

Yukimura himself won’t take “no” for an answer, when he absolutely insists, for much of his route, that you marry him for you own good. Certainly, there is a solution to you not being outed as a spy to the Takeda: go home.

Especially since you were never a spy in the first place!

Yukimura insisting that marrying you was the “only way” could have been dealt with like an ephemeral Vegas wedding. Marry you and divorce you almost immediately, much like Nobunaga did, and return you to your home.

Instead, both Sanada brothers are intent on keeping your around and lineage is the core reasoning for both of them: Nobuyuki to carry on the bloodline, and Yukimura to uphold the standard of the Sanada clan-- which never goes back on its word.

And where did they learn all of this from? Their father.

Throughout the epilogue, we see Jinpachi, one of the Sanada Ten Braves. Nobuyuki gives him varies orders relating to you.

For instance, we learn that he is the one who was tasked with keeping an eye on you, to prevent you from leaving:

Throughout the event story and in the epilogue as well, Nobuyuki is overly concerned with you escaping his grasp somehow.

He makes several trips to the magistrate to keep him at bay so that you don’t feel pressured and run off with him. He has Jinpachi lurking in the background watching you daily, he purposefully spreads rumors so that you will come looking for him, and he has Jinpachi shadow you again after you become his bride so that you don’t try to go back to Kyoto unnoticed.

In the midst of him doing these over-the-top things, Nobuyuki is concerned about something:

See, he’s fallen into the same trap like Nobunaga and Ieyasu: unwanted gifts. If you’ve read Toshiie’s route, you’ve probably come the Omiai diary entry, narrated by Yukimura, of all derps, that talks about how those who go to war don’t have time to go out and meet women.

It’s no wonder that they don’t really know how to act. You’re not the type to be impressed by exquisite kimono and fancy restaurants right off the bat, like what has clearly been suggested to them by others.

And what’s the first thing Nobuyuki does to curry favor?:

Genius!

Spotting you out in the garden, he stealthily guides you into revealing your interests by surreptitiously playing on your roles as the older siblings, getting you to drop your guard.

You tell him about how you used to argue with Yahiko about what to put on the menu, and mention that burdock roots are coming into season:

Just run.

Later that evening, Nobuyuki calls Jinpachi again, and asks him to gather 100 burdock roots or else face Frieza’s wrath. Or something:

See, while Nobuyuki has no intention of ever letting you leave, he does want to take care of you. For a regular person, that would make no sense-- if he cared about you, he wouldn’t want to keep you against your will, but to a yandere they are one in the same.

*important side note: if you find yourself in a situation like that in real life, lace tf out of your track shoes and get the hell out of there! No, it will not get better.

It is precisely because he is a yandere that Nobuyuki comes to this erroneous conclusion:

Here, the story got on my nerves a little bit:

You have one note. You love cooking and seeing people’s reactions to your food. Girl, broaden your horizons! Do something else-- anything else for once!

You don’t know that he’s thinking this, but you inadvertently confirm his crazy suspicion that you “love cooking better than anything else,” by predictably enthusing about some plants and spices, thereby solidifying that his assumptions about you are correct when they’re not!

Not that it’s your fault, since you can’t have known, but it does give us some insight into how Nobuyuki thinks, which is abnormal:

We end with Nobuyuki feeling very pleased with himself, and you still being non-the-wise that you’ve been had:

Over all, I didn’t think it was bad. Like Mitsunari and Ieyasu’s epilogues, I expected some humor, but there’s really none to be had.

At first glance, it appears that Saizo is making a joke at Yukimura’s expense, but when you look at it again, Saizo is actually warning his friend, because he cares about him, not to mess with his brother’s woman.

From reading Yukimura’s route, I had already suspected Nobuyuki to have something else going on with his character, so I wasn’t at all surprised that he turned out to be a canon yandere. Particularly since he’s open before about not letting his woman get away from him.

#samurai love ballad party #sanada nobuyuki #sanada yukimura #sanada masayuki #sanada ten braves

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