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Knightly Security (H/ollow K/night Vore Fic) (Illustrated)
Voretober promp- y’know what, maybe I shouldn’t even bother trying to link it back to that
But it’s finally hereeeeeee! Collab with @scketchorinopop , he made art for this!!
Characters: H/egemol (going off of the maggot!H/egemol headcanon), O/grim (aka the D/ung D/efender or, more accurately to this fic, W/hite D/efender)
Word Count: 6,310
Warnings: Anxiety, H/ollow K/night Spoilers, Bugs, Implied/Referenced Bug Racism(?), and Safe Soft Vore (I’d call this quarter-sized, probably). And in the same vein as the bug racism, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism(? sort of?? You’ll know what I mean if you’ve read the H/unter’s J/ournal entry on maggots)
Other Notes: Yeah this was originally gonna be for Voretober 2022, either for the Bubble prompt or the Blanket one. College kinda threw that plan out the window. But hey! My cool good friend Scketch wanted to collab, so you get ✨art✨!! and also me starting to love the maggot!H/ege headcanon. it’s got Potential. now blease take this fic I can’t stand to look at it for another minute
Fic under the cut
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Hegemol was usually happy in his workshop. It was his safe space, a room filled with the tools and materials to bring his ideas to reality, a place where the maggot was free to express his ingenuity in a constructive way. The King had truly been generous in granting him this boon along with his knighthood.
At the moment, however, he couldn't find the focus to work on his creations. He was too distracted by the anxiety creeping under his skin. A room couldn't protect him from the fears that plagued his mind.
His armor was missing. No one was sure of the who, how, or why of the matter, but they at least knew when it was taken and where from. He found himself running through the details once more.
The Great Knights were reasonably certain that the set had been stolen while Hegemol was asleep in the City barracks, resting after a day of being stationed in the capital for an assignment. He had gone to bed in the room set aside for the knights or other important visitors. The Five didn't exactly like the separation, feeling like they were being treated as above all the other sentries and guards in more than just rank, but Hegemol did require the privacy that the room afforded. He did not need it getting out to the public that he was a maggot. Many theorized about what he could be, but of those guesses, few ever put forth the idea that the armored knight could possibly be "such a lowly creature," and those that did were scoffed at, regarded as delusional.
Back to the point, he had gone to bed, and though he could sleep in his armor, it was not the most comfortable, so he generally didn't if he had the choice. He'd gotten out of the suit, packed it into its space-saving form, and made sure it was within line of sight as he tucked himself under the blankets. He should've heard if someone tried to move it, or even enter the room, and yet, he didn't. Somehow, someone or something got past the locked door (or windows), took the heavy block of metal that was Hegemol's armor, and left with it, all without making a sound as he slept. It should've been too dense for a single bug to lift without immense effort. Maybe there was more than one perpetrator involved? Or perhaps magic was used? It had to have been stolen. There was no way it just- disappeared.
All these thoughts led to the tinkerer being highly distracted as he worked. He was abruptly dragged back to the present when the bracket he was welding loudly cracked. Quickly, he cut off the flame and set his blowtorch aside, peering closer at the damaged metal. He'd overdone it, the maggot realized with a groan, planting his masked face on the tabletop. That was what he got for letting his mind wander while using dangerous tools, he supposed.
He left his head on the table for a few long moments, until a quiet knock at the door made him flinch. He looked up, hesitating. The retainers knew not to come in without his express permission. If anyone was going to enter his workshop, it'd be someone who already knew his secret.
"What is it?" he called, just loud enough to be heard.
"It's me," came the response, gentle and friendly, a toned-down version of that familiar jovial tone. Hegemol made a sound of acknowledgement, and the door slowly clicked open, revealing the face of his close friend and fellow knight, Ogrim. Currently the only active knight within the walls of the White Palace, as the other three were in the City, guarding the streets and searching for the all-important tool that would allow their fifth to perform his job.
"Hello," the Defender greeted, leaning into the room, "Just checking in. My patrol brought me to this area of the halls, and I figured I should see how you're faring? Wouldn't do to let you feel abandoned when- well, I'm sure you're well aware." He gave an uncertain chuckle, tapping a claw against the doorframe and glancing into the hall. When he looked back at Hegemol, his gaze was colored with curiosity. His eyes lingered on the maggot's small form perched at the workstation, clad in only his welding gear.
The armorless knight cleared his throat and stared at the tools in front of him, prompting Ogrim to do the same. "Heh, yes, I'm- I-I'm alright. Thank you," Hegemol tried. He winced at the stutter. It was so much easier to hide it when making use of the artificial confidence the suit provided. His friend merely nodded, though he looked unconvinced. The tinkerer sighed and pulled off his welding mask to give the other a weary smile, getting one in return.
He set the mask down as Ogrim stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him with a quiet 'click.' The beetle came closer, gesturing to the bracket and other bits of metal spread over the workspace. "So, what were you working on, if I may be so bold?"
"Oh, just- some.. locking mechanisms. F-for the armor." He leaned forward to pick up the bracket once more, glaring at it with a huff and turning it over in his hands. To his side, Ogrim tilted his head, giving an inquisitive hum to prompt him to continue. Hegemol glanced at him, then back to the table. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was okay for him to go on about his work. His friend was offering him the opportunity.
"T-the suit itself should be too heavy for a bug to lift, especially when condensed as it was, but if it were unfolded, it could be moved piece by piece, or even w-worn out of the room. Only the King and I know how to unfold it—though I could teach you if you'd like—but it's theoretically n-not impossible for another bug to have f-figured out the mechanisms." He gestured to the bracket and the other metal pieces before them, the other knight following his movements with interest. "I was thinking of adding these extra locking parts, to make the set more difficult to unpack if you don't know the exact process. They would also offer more surface area for further spellwork to be inscribed, particularly if I can add pale ore to increase the efficacy of the magic. I plan to work with the King to design some that would reject anyone who isn't the proper owner or a trusted ally, w-when he has time," the maggot finished, quieting to a mumble at the end.
Meanwhile, though Ogrim was genuinely interested in what his friend had to say, he still found himself focusing on the smaller bug's state more than the words themselves. Hegemol was a lot harder to hear than normal, despite the lack of metal shell to cover his mouth—or perhaps because of it. The Defender didn't know the specifics of how the helmet worked, but he distantly recalled hearing about how it amplified sound in both directions, making it easier for the wearer to hear and to be heard. It gave Hegemol's voice a resonance that was strange to hear him without after so long.
Aside from that, the technically-smallest knight was always rather soft-spoken, but rarely to this extent. Ogrim nearly had to strain to pick out his words. His voice picked up a little as he talked about his passion, but otherwise faded to something anxious and uncertain. In fact, as the beetle watched, his body language screamed of anxiety: the constant fidgeting, the unfocused gaze, the shifting of weight on the stool. Hegemol was actually quite expressive when not covered in layers of thick metal—Ogrim just wished he could see those expressions in better circumstances.
The tinkerer looked up at his compatriot, waiting with bated breath for any sort of response to his ideas. The larger knight stared back, blinked, and after a moment, offered another bright smile. "That all sounds very impressive!"
Hegemol waited another second or two, then let out a short sigh, half disappointed and half relieved at the generic reply. "Thanks," he intoned.
Ogrim, seeing the half-hearted acceptance of his own lackluster response, tapped a claw to his chin in thought. "I do believe the idea has potential," he elaborated, moving his forelimb to rest gently on the other's shoulder, "I just can't say how much, precisely, as it's not my area of expertise. I have hope it will prove effective, though. You’re very good with this type of thing." Hegemol slowly nodded. It was then that the beetle noticed just how tense his friend was, even as he felt quite squishy under his own hard, chitinous claw. He turned it so that the sharper bits were angled firmly away from delicate skin and used the flat side to slowly rub the maggot's shoulder, keeping the pressure light while still trying to offer some sense of comfort.
His friend bore it for a few moments before shuddering and nudging the claw, signaling him to stop. The Defender quickly removed the offending limb and tilted his head in concern. "Are you sure you're alright, friend? It's not like you to shy away from contact."
"Yes, it's just," the tinkerer hunched in on himself, "when outside of my armor, every t-touch feels overwhelming, you know? I'm not used to feeling so.. exposed."
"Oh! Of course, of course, my apologies, I should've realized-"
"I-it's fine, you meant well, I know." He huffed and gestured loosely with an arm. "It's as if.. everything's so sharp, a-and cold, and defined out here. Like anything could p-pierce through me at any moment. Not that it hasn't happened before," Hegemol muttered, pulling off his welding gloves to stare at his callused hands, and the old, jagged lines that criss-crossed up his arms. The results of years of learning his craft the hard way. Ogrim hummed sympathetically at the sight. The Five all had their scars—his just came from a different source than the others'.
"I k-know I can handle myself without the armor," the maggot continued, squeezing his hands shut, "but after so long being r-reliant on it, when it's not there for me to retreat into, everything suddenly feels like so much. It's not that I've forgotten how to feel—I still c-can, through the metal, thanks to His Majesty's enchantments—but it's usually dulled. Like- like going from a shell with all setae shaved off to one freshly molted, or so I imagine. A-and usually, when I do come out, it's only for short spans, or for rest. It's just- it's all-" He fumbled for a moment before slumping with a sigh.
"No, I understand. You've explained it quite well, I think," Ogrim chuckled softly, suppressing the urge to reach for his friend again. Hegemol offered a brief tired smile in return, then went back to fidgeting with his tools, picking off lingering flecks of dirt. The beetle tilted his head at how worn-out the other seemed, noting the droop of his antennae and darkness beneath his eyes. It made sense; the tinkerer was highly distressed at the loss of his armor, and it had been missing for over a day, not to mention that he had been in his workshop almost the entire time since. The Defender found it hard to believe that he would've gotten any sleep last night. "Is there anything I can do to help, my friend?"
"Hm? Oh, uhm," Hegemol tapped at the table, contemplating, "N-nothing that I can think of, at the moment. I'll.. let you know? Though I w-wouldn't want to keep you from your duties." He paused. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you be getting back to those, soon? Not that I don't appreciate your company, b-but…"
"Ah! My patrol, yes. I should, shouldn't I?" The dung beetle rubbed his horn sheepishly. "It just feels wrong to leave you unsupported when you're struggling like this. I don't suppose the King would mind a few minutes' break too badly, would he?"
No, he'd likely be far too absorbed in his own work to notice. The maggot scrunched his face a little, then snorted at a joke he kept to himself. He wasn't certain the most loyal of the Five would take as much humor in it. "You're probably fine," he mumbled, absently scrubbing at his eyes. "And I'm not completely unsup- supported. The others are doing their best out there to help."
"Still, I feel as though there's something more I could.. do…" Hegemol looked up as Ogrim trailed off. The Defender had a thoughtful look in his eye, a claw tapping against his chin. "...I may have an idea."
"Mm?"
"It would allow me to give you comfort and respite, while still being free to perform my tasks," he continued. There was a cautious air to his voice, quite unusual for the boisterous knight.
"I'm listening." The other's hesitance made Hegemol rather nervous himself, but he was open to ideas. He got a sense that he should know where Ogrim was going with this, but whatever it was, it eluded him. His friend was rarely one to choose his words so carefully.
"What if.." The beetle clicked his forelimbs together, glancing toward the pile of prototypes in the corner of the room, then back at their creator. "I could share my armor with you, in a manner of speaking? Just until your own is found."
Okay, he knew the larger knight didn't mean that in the literal sense, but what did he mean? The answer teased frustratingly at the edge of the tinkerer's mind, just out of reach.
Seeing his smaller friend’s look of confusion and concentration, the Defender gave a quiet laugh. He could practically watch the thoughts churning behind the maggot’s eyes. Might as well make it easier on him. “I’m sure you remember a.. particular rescue tactic, that I sometimes employ? Very effective in emergencies, but unrecognized by the public, due to its, er, taboo nature?” At Hegemol’s dawning comprehension, Ogrim released the breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding. He hadn’t realized it would be so nerve-wracking to tiptoe around the subject like that! He should’ve just ripped the bandage off. It wasn’t as though he’d ever gotten to ask before, not in a casual setting such as this. Of course, he’d been planning out how to bring the idea up to Isma, but- heh, no no, that could come later. A good.. good while later. “I know it’s.. odd… but it should serve our needs quite well, I think.”
“I… ah.” The smaller knight slumped back on his seat, leaning against the table as he processed. “Could- could I have a moment to think about this?”
“Of course, my friend, of course! I wouldn’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t truly want, or frighten you away from something that may help.”
Slowly, Hegemol nodded, grabbing a drill bit to fidget with off the workbench while he considered the offer. Ogrim was asking to- to eat him. His immediate instinct was a shot of fear through the chest, based upon childhood lessons specifically intended to help him avoid such a fate. Of the few things he could remember about his parents, those instances were what stuck out most—their desperate attempts to ensure his survival in a world full of predators that would take any chance they could get to sate their hunger with a maggot’s succulent flesh. Even those among Hallownest’s noble class weren’t above such desires, much as they claimed to be.
Focusing on the weight of metal in his hands, he pushed the fear down. It wasn’t a life-or-death situation. This was Ogrim. Loyal, honest Ogrim, dedicated to his friends and kingdom above all else. The knight who’d sooner make himself completely vulnerable to a terrified citizen than let them come to any harm. This was something the beetle did on an almost regular basis, protecting those in need with his own body when the situation called for it. Of course, the average Hallownestian had claws, or horns, or at the very least, a hard shell, of which Hegemol had none. He'd be entirely at the mercy of his friend's gut. Still, the Defender had experience. He knew how to do it safely.
That's not to mention, the maggot had done something similar himself, two or three times before. Only in absolutely dire situations, of course, and only when he could be certain that the citizen in need of protection was unconscious and wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He wasn't taking the risk of letting a stranger in on his secret. Not a chance. Though, tucking them into the hollow space at the center of his armor's torso was.. not the safest, he'd admit, what with all the exposed mechanisms, the only cover from such being haphazard platforms and sheets of metal installed to make the inner workings more accessible for maintenance. Perhaps he should improve that a little, add some padding to it. It'd make it more comfortable on him for routine cleaning and repairs, at least…
He repressed a jump when Ogrim abruptly shifted, glancing toward the door. Right, he should make his decision. He tapped the table a few times, both as a means to grab attention and to expel restless energy. When the beetle turned back to him, Hegemol voiced his concerns. "So- erm. You say it would be- it would be until my armor is found, yes? But.. w-what if it isn't found? I would need to get back to working on a n-new suit."
His fellow knight gave him an understanding look. "Should that be necessary, I'll let you out to continue your work. I'll let you out whenever you ask, really! The goal is to ease your mind and allow you some rest, not to trap you. Once you feel ready, you can get right back to it. I'll even let you back in later, if the need arises," he finished with a wink.
The tinkerer obliged him with a laugh. Yeah, Ogrim would never want to hurt him. He was far too kind-hearted, not to mention a dear friend. Giving the situation one last thought, Hegemol weighed the pros and cons. There weren't all that many cons, truthfully. He would be putting his life entirely in the Defender's claws—in his stomach, even—but he knew he could trust Ogrim. And there would be little to no privacy between them, but again, he trusted his friend not to abuse that. The courtesy would extend both ways, of course. And it would be strange, and new, and scary, but isn't everything, the first time around? He couldn't have gotten this far in life without taking a few risks.
As for pros, it would be… comfortable, supposedly. Dark, warm, and soft—ideal sleeping conditions. He didn't know if he'd be able to get past the other traits that defined the inside of a digestive organ, but he supposed he'd simply have to find out. But, most importantly, he'd be shielded from the world. He would have to relinquish all control, but in exchange, he would gain full protection. The thought gave him pause. It would only be for a resting period, and then he'd be released, he reminded himself. In sleep, he would have no control either way, so he wasn't sacrificing much of anything in that regard.
In the end, it all came down to trust. Trust, and willingness to try a new experience.
Finally, Hegemol looked up, meeting Ogrim's gaze head-on, and gave a single, firm nod. The dung beetle brightened considerably. "You accept?"
This was his chance to back down. He fought off the urge to take it. Be brave, o Mighty One. "Yes."
"Excellent! And, er.. Just to clarify, you do know what, precisely, I am offering?"
The maggot nodded again, more shallowly, expression revealing little. "Y-you wish to… ingest me. And hold me harmlessly within y-your stomach while I rest. Is my understanding correct?"
The Defender leaned back a bit. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least somewhat looking forward to this, but it didn't seem like the time to admit that aloud. "Ah, heh, 'wish' might be a strong word for it, but, er. Essentially, yes. That's my offer. Knowing that, you'd still agree to it?"
"Mhm."
"Good, good, that's good. I just wanted to make certain you knew what you would be getting into. Now!" He grinned and clacked his claws together in a clap. "Let's get to it, shall we?"
Hegemol let out a slight huff of relief. If his friend asked him if he was sure one more time, he was almost certain he would've changed his answer. He scanned the beetle's face, considering. "So, how do we.. go about this? I'm not too familiar with the process."
"Right, right. Well, to start, we need to get you into my mouth, which- hm. That's a good question, actually! We have a couple options for that. Would you be alright with me picking you up? That would be the easiest way, I think. Otherwise, I could hold my forearms out, and you could climb onto them yourself. Oh, or we could use the table! I could rest my chin on the edge, and you could crawl in of your own volition."
Ah, another chance to lose his nerve, how lovely. Still, with how excited his fellow knight looked over having the idea, the tinkerer could hardly find it in himself to turn him down. "T-that last choice sounds, um, acceptable."
Once again reminded of his comrade's hesitance, Ogrim tried to tone down his enthusiasm. Keeping his expression and tone light, he provided directions, wanting to make it easier on the smaller bug. "Alright. Go ahead and hop up, and I'll be ready whenever you are."
The beetle backed up a little to give Hegemol room as the tinkerer moved his tools and materials out of the way, shuffling them aside to be put away properly later. That done, he pulled himself from the stool onto his workbench. Cautiously, he turned back to his friend, who had gotten to one knee and was already lowering his head onto the surface.
Gods, even at eye level, he was.. big. Big, and yet not big enough, or so it appeared. His mouth was larger than the maggot's own, yes, but their eyes were around the same scale. There couldn't have been much difference between the sizes of their heads, even. Ogrim gave him an easy grin, then everything else stopped as his maw opened wide.
Oh.
The anxious knight couldn't help the shudder that ran through him at the yawning cavern. No, Hegemol. Calm. Focus. It's just Ogrim. Just Ogrim… He steeled himself and crept closer. Those jaws could open further than he expected, honestly. He eyed the saliva starting to pool alongside the beetle's tongue with trepidation. He was hoping there'd be less of it. Leaning forward on his forelimbs, he took in the sight of the Defender's waiting mouth, shivering as humid breath washed over him, antennae flicking back. It was so still, so patient, and yet he could see all the little twitches of each muscle, held taut in anticipation. He sat back, just enough to lift his upper hands and tap them together nervously.
This didn't escape the other's notice, of course. Ogrim let his face fall into something more relaxed and reassuring. "I promise you, this is safe. I won't let you come to any harm, and certainly not from my own body."
Hegemol heaved in a breath and straightened up, rubbing his arm, brushing over his scars. "I-I know. I trust you. That's.. that's not it, e-exactly, it's just…"
"Mm?"
He huffed and blurted out his concern. "Just- are we- we sure I-I'll fit? Not that I d-don't trust your judgment, it just- i-it seems- …improbable."
The dung beetle blinked. After a moment, he put a claw to his mandibles, eyes squinted slightly in thought. "Hmm… It shouldn't be a problem! I've never ingested anyone quite your size before, true, but your, er, malleability should more than make up for that." To prove his point, he carefully pressed down on the maggot's head, watching the flesh bounce back into place as he released it. Hegemol shook himself out and nodded, eyes squeezed shut. Ogrim chuffed apologetically. "The process of getting you down might be rough, but I assure you, it should be quite comfortable once you're safely inside."
"I-I'm sure. Could- could we..?"
"Of course, friend, of course."
Once more, the maw was laid open before him. Once more, Hegemol inched forward, until his vision was almost entirely taken up by the shadowed green inside of his fellow knight's mouth. Once more, he steeled himself for what was to come. And with that, he pushed forward to immerse himself in Ogrim's depths.
Or he tried to, anyway. In reality, what happened was that he flinched back as soon as he felt mandibles scrape against the sides of his face. Sharp, sharp, far too sharp. As he crouched there, panting and staring, those perfectly innocuous chunks of chitin seemed all too threatening. He could feel lingering points of contact where they had just barely brushed against him. As the larger bug closed his mouth to tilt his head in concern, Hegemol gasped in a breath and let his eyes fall shut. Scarab mandibles aren't sharp, you blubbering fool. Where's all that courage it took to get here? He barely touched you.
"...You don't have to do this if you're not comfortable, Hege-"
"No, no," he shook his head and sat up, meeting the beetle's eyes with a determined look. "Th-that was just- instinct. I want to do this. I-I just.." Ogrim gave him a questioning look, waiting patiently. "Could," the maggot started. He huffed, frustrated with himself. "Could you.. put me in your- your mouth? I- You have experience with this, and I- I'd rather this part b-be over with."
Somehow, the Defender's voice fell to an even gentler tone. "Of course, I understand. Just relax, close your eyes if you'd like, and I'll take care of it from here."
With one final nod, Hegemol went still, his eyes falling shut as instructed. He couldn't bring himself to go entirely limp, but this would have to do. He couldn't keep himself from tensing slightly as large claws came to rest on either side of his face. Thankfully, Ogrim provided him a moment to breathe and resettle himself before gently tugging him forward. The solid chitinous appendages squeezed ever so carefully to reshape his head into something narrower. He took one more deep breath, and with that, he was finally guided into the maw of his brother in arms.
The beetle tried not to gasp as Hegemol made contact with his tongue. The taste… He wasn’t normally one for meat, but by the gods, his friend tasted divine. He couldn’t help the saliva that rushed in upon detecting such a delicacy entering his mouth, but he could at least make use of it. He promptly began to slather the maggot with fluid as soon as his head was engulfed in his jaws. The sweet, savory flesh was still highly malleable, conforming to the limits of Ogrim’s mouth, giving so easily to the ministrations of his tongue. He stayed mindful, of course. He didn’t want to startle his friend any further, let alone make him feel like a mere morsel, Wyrm forbid. No, no, of course not, he was just.. slicking him to ease the trip down, that’s all. He’d just have to make sure to clarify that once the tinkerer was settled. Along with, perhaps, a brief, tasteful compliment to his flavor. The Defender couldn’t exactly lie to his fellow knight, now could he? Especially when- ah, it seemed he was humming his enjoyment aloud. He let the low sound peter out, gave the other a short pat, and eased him further inside.
The smaller knight would've very much appreciated it if his friend could have gotten this part over with. He didn't need his thoughts spiraling out of control again before he was even fully inside. Nearly holding his breath, he hunkered down and let everything happen around him. It was difficult not to struggle, but he managed, keeping himself limp. Luckily, it seemed that the brunt of the.. tasting was over, though he couldn't help tensing as his head met the back of the throat. His antennae twitched against the damp surface. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, it was easy to feel when the flesh before him parted, opening into a yawning void that he didn’t dare gaze upon. The sparse moments before it pulled him inside seemed to last an eternity, until finally, Ogrim swallowed.
The scarab couldn't help but grin as his comrade began to slide into his gullet. He'd never gotten the chance to really enjoy the process before, especially not with anyone so squishy. Now, he could finally be slow, gentle, rather than rushing to get his charge down and out of danger. He could feel every little detail of his friend's form, taste every little subtle flavor. Every twitch and squirm was clear to him, even as he could tell how much the smaller knight was trying to keep calm, keep still. Without his input, another hum kicked up. His claws met his chest, hardly able to detect the near-formless shape past his own flesh and shell and armor, but distinctly feeling the mass pushing outward against the muscles of his esophagus. His tongue flicked out against his mandibles, seeking more of the exquisite taste. Such a wonderful little warmth, being squeezed down, down, deeper into his body.
Despite the discomfort of being shoved around like a helpless ragdoll, Hegemol was grateful that at least this part of the process was smooth and efficient. The esophageal muscles’ actions were involuntary, simply performing the job they were made for and giving him no special treatment. He was shunted downward at a steady pace. Fast, but not so much as to be disorienting. The mechanicalness of it all was almost a comfort to the tinkerer. More examples of automation and consistency became clear to him as he was pushed deeper. The regular pounding of his friend’s heart, pushing blood through the beetle’s hemocoel. Breaths drawing air through the spiracles to spread into tracheae, carrying oxygen to tissues throughout the body. Soft gurgles of the lower digestive tract processing food eaten long before his arrival. The rhythm of life was overwhelming, when heard all at once, but as he broke it down in his mind to its component parts, it became a sort of reassurance. Things still made sense, even when made up of complex organic matter rather than raw elements or simple minerals.
All this self-soothing focus was enough to occupy his attention until he was dropped unceremoniously into Ogrim’s stomach. He quickly pushed himself upright and shook himself out, scrubbing at his face with his upper set of hands. He had barely a second to orient himself before the wall behind him squeezed inward, making him gasp.
The Defender hugged himself tightly as his fellow knight was deposited safe in his belly. So soft, so warm, just barely weighing down the organ. The perfect size to make him comfortably full, while still having a fair bit of wiggle room. He wasn't sure if the maggot really was as warm as he seemed, or if it was just his own fondness and contentment making it feel that way. And the softness… With how pliant Hegemol's exterior was, it was hard to make out his outline, discern where the smaller bug ended and his own flesh began. He could only determine his friend's exact location by the movements against his inner walls. It made every shift of the limbs and flick of the antennae feel special, ephemeral, giving him a fluttery sensation as though his gut were full of lumaflies rather than a comrade. He gave another small squeeze, then loosened his hold to instead pat lightly at the hidden form. This was lovely, every bit of it. He'd have to see if Hege would ever be willing to do this again sometime.
“Make yourself at home, dear friend,” Ogrim sighed, a blissful smile on his face. “Are you alright? How is it in there? Comfortable, I hope.”
Hegemol shuddered a bit as the wall retracted. Sitting up, he looked around, not that he could see anything, exactly. His antennae waved about in the darkness. It smelled.. odd. He wouldn’t call it gross—as a maggot, he’d be hard-pressed to find much of anything disgusting—but it was certainly new. Not impossible to get used to though, given enough time. He reached out to touch the enclosing flesh. Damp. Slippery. Dragging his hand along it, he felt out the space around him. There wasn’t much. The walls kept closing in on him, rubbing against him, kneading him. He wasn’t food. There was no acid, he- he wasn’t food, it was just- the organ was investigating its new occupant, that’s all. Breathe, Hegemol. He was fine. …He’d be fine.
“..Hegemol?”
Slowly, he turned around to face the front, resting his forehead against where Ogrim’s claw was with a sigh. “I-I’m alright, yes.” He was safe, he knew. No stinging, burning, or tingling, and he was certain he’d notice a lot faster than most other bugs if there was. As for comfort… He moved a hand to rub back at the beetle’s innards. It was.. soft, yes, and warm. That was to be expected. Arthropods’ interiors tended to have far less defense than their exteriors. And there was plenty of padding to hold in heat. The walls were slick, but covered in thick fluid that clung to anything it touched. It… he couldn’t say it was unpleasant, really, not when he knew it couldn’t hurt him. Perhaps if he viewed it as a warm bath..?
“I-it will take some g-getting used to, I think, but it- it should d-do nicely.” After all, it did provide the one thing he wanted. The outside world was entirely blocked out, hidden behind layers of muscle and one of the toughest sets of armor in Hallownest. There was nothing sharp or cold or hard, deep in the dung beetle’s gut. Nothing to possibly hurt him but for the acids that could threaten to escape the walls, kept inert by Ogrim’s sheer force of will and care for his wellbeing. He knew the larger knight was experienced in this, and that his will was strong. He could trust him with his life. He was safe.
The tinkerer did one more loop of the space, trying not to shudder as the surrounding muscles brushed against his side, then settled right in the center, lying down in the pit of the stomach. He shuffled his limbs a bit, adjusting his position to root himself more firmly amongst the ever-moving tissues. At least he could be somewhat stable. The organ still kneaded and pressed at him curiously, not quite knowing what to do with him. The front wall, especially. He shut his eyes tight and tilted his head down as something rubbed at him from the outside. Ogrim’s claw, right. Rightrightright. His friend was merely checking in on him. He leaned into the show of concern, just a bit. Just to confirm that he was doing well. He appreciated knowing that the scarab wouldn’t forget about him so easily.
Ogrim rubbed his stomach, satisfied. The little engineer really hit the spot. He flushed slightly; he shouldn’t be thinking of his comrade that way. He was so delectable though, and so filling-! His breath hitched as Hegemol nuzzled(??) back at him. That’s what it felt like, anyway. He quietly chuckled at the abrupt show of affection. Always full of surprises, that bug. Though perhaps this shouldn’t have been quite so unexpected. Hegemol was plenty tactile with his fellow knights when safely concealed in his armor, after all. Maybe this was a sign that the method was working? Was the maggot feeling more confident, thanks to the experience? Thanks to him? Oh, he hoped so. He so adored being able to successfully assist others with their needs and problems, particularly those he cared for. It always left him with a sense of fulfillment.
“It’s time for me to go back to my patrol now, but you try and get some sleep, alright? I’ll wake you if there’s any news regarding your armor, or if the King requests your presence, but otherwise, you should remain undisturbed. Just let me know when you want out, or if you need anything else, and I’ll be happy to oblige.” Somewhere under the layers of his body, he felt the up-and-down movement of a nod, as well as a small vibration from Hegemol’s hum of acknowledgement a moment later. With one more good pat, he stood and began towards the door of the workshop, trying to keep his steps smooth and steady for the tinkerer’s sake. It felt as though the smaller bug was already nestled right in. The occasional shudder or shiver came through, but those were starting to die down. Hopefully they would dissipate in full within the next few minutes as the maggot adjusted.
The White Defender paused as he reached the exit, one claw on the handle. He gazed fondly downward, towards where his brother in arms currently resided. Inside, Hegemol would hear one last reassurance as his sleepless nights caught up to him. “Rest well, friend,” came the hushed murmur, “I’ll be your armor for as long as you need.”
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And there we go! Thank you to everyone who stuck around during these. massive gaps between posts;; And again, a big thank you to Scketch!! This has been fun, I'd love to work with you again sometime. Or merhaps another friend who would like to collaborate? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also also! I have been granted permission to share these other sketches as well, from earlier in the writing/art planning process:
(That last one was a little what-if scenario of Hege getting unwillingly nommed and not really having a way to effectively struggle, eheheh) (it’s not like I have a fic outline where THAT would ever happen. ahaha. ha,,, ha)
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‡THE BEGINNING‡
Chapter Ten. Chapter One
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.
⚠️GORE AHEAD.⚠️
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Carriages moved in a single file through the dense forest, the main carriage that reeked of rotten fruit with said substances staining the outside led the line sitting inside were the expected guest of the Northern nobility.
Trees passed the carriage window and e/c eyes peeked out from the soft fluffy fur blankets he had wrapped around his form like a cacoon.
The greenery of nature , the sky blue sky, soft fluffy white clouds, the clean air and fairly quiet place brought his mind to ease a bit as he took it all in.
It was a marvelous sight to behold.
A great contrast to the one he had experienced earlier.
Leaving the palace gates it was impossible to take any of the other quicker routes to get to the northern border because all the roads had been blocked of by the imperial knights, giving his carriage no choice than to pass through the capital square were they were met face to face with the city's people who wanted to show their gratitude to the discarded Emperor.
" Get out of our land you demon!"
A rotten fruit smashed at the side of the carriage and many more followed after it, making the coach man pick up speed.
Aria tried her best to cuddle up to her baby cousin as she pulled him into her lap whispering sweet nothings while Basil tried his best to refrain from going down and killing someone as an example, Felix watched on not knowing what to do.
" Devil leave! "
" Begone you Heathen!! "
" Monster! "
" I hope you fall off a cliff and die "
Despite his cousin's efforts to cover his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the angry mob M/N still looked out taking in their faces printing them into his mind so he wouldn't forget.
He wanted to know who said what, because very soon in the near future they would be on their knees begging for his forgiveness. He could picture it perfectly and the sight made a small smile stretch on his lips.
They managed to leave the capital without any other hitch, riding deeper into the thick forest that was the only available path to the border.
A dark and stone filled path that housed dangerous magical beasts known to devour human flesh, a place known for being the hangout for illegal slavers, murders, thieves, bandits and hired killers.
At some point during the journey the male omega had switched back to sitting in his knights laps and he snuggled closer into the recessive's chest as he fell ' fast asleep ' making the pink haired man's heart hammer away in his chest.
Aria had her nose buried in a book, her golden eyes occasionally glancing to check on her cousin's wellbeing before she went back to the book in her hands.
Felix had his head lowered at the present of his superiors his violet eyes focuses on his laps. He would stare up once in a while to watch the sleeping omega, taking in how his long e/c lashes fell on his rosy s/c cheeks and how his glossy plump red lips opened ever so slighty before looking back down with a blush on his cheeks.
Despite the bumpy road the ride was relatively peaceful.
" Not for long though~ "
The voice whispered in a teasing tone and M/N hummed silently in agreement.
He could feel their leering stares from the small safety the carriage provided.
The ' Friends ' that the saint had sent to ' help ' him and his party.
The h/c man had sensed his kind helpers immediately they entered the forest, they had been watching them waiting for the chance to strike.
Just like how he was waiting for them to act out.
He thankfully didn't have to wait to long.
One of the carriage wheels suddenly popped off making the group panic.
Aria wrapped her arms around M/N and Basil wrapped his arms around the two omegas on his grasp while felix was forced to grip Basil's arm for dear life.
The coach man battled with the reins of the horses, trying to get the animals under control so they wouldn't crash into a tree. The chaos went on for a few more seconds but it felt like hours to those oblivious to the cause before the coach man was finally able to get control once more.
The carriage came to a halt and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the drivers in the other carriages had stopped immediately they witnessed the accident, but instead of helping they all came down from their spots and ran into the tree line confusing the old coach man who called out for them to come back yelling ' This wasn't part of the deal! "
Looks like they were in on it too.
The h/c male didn't need to worry though.
None of them would be leaving the place alive anyways.
Everywhere became deathly still for a moment and it nerved everyone. No birds chirping, the whistling of the wind and ruffling of leaves seemed to stop and M/N felt his loyal knigh shift his weight so he could grab his sword and the omega gave him points for that.
The silence was broken as an arrow wheezed through the air lodging itself in the coach man's throat drawing a gurgled scream from him as he began to choke on his own blood, his limbs failing around in a panic as he tried too pull it out only for a pink tinted foam to start forming at the back of his damage throat and pour out of his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the poison kicked in.
His fat corpse fell to the forest floor with a loud thud.
The sound caused Aria to tighten her arms around the bundle up man bringing him closer to her laps while Basil started to get ready if the need be for him to bust out and attack. His baby blue eyes darkening a bit as he glared at the tree line through the window.
The place became silent again no sounds to be heard, then a mad cackle broke it as men began walk out from behind the trees surrounding the carriage and it's occupants in a circle.
The largest member of the group throw two hard stone like objects to the carriage walls one hitting the edge of the window revealing what it was when they noticed the blood dripping from the small stumps under them did they realize it was the severed heads of the coach men that had ran away early.
Aria screamed at the morbid sight as shuffled back into the carriage using the fur blanket to cover M/N's face, Felix felt vile rise at the back of his throat and Basil clenched his jaw, wanting to lash out and take them out. He would have if they were ordinary people, but he could feel their månå reserves flowing off them in powerful waves. Such a thing couldn't belong to a full blooded human.
They had to be hybrids. His guess was proven right as he noticed the pointy ears of the man who laughed like a rabid dog.
" Hey! Hey! Come on now mister knight. Why don't you come down and fight us ? I promise we don't play dirty. It'll be a noble and sticking to the rules thing. Come on out already I've been itching to get some blood on my hands " the ' leader ' of the group cackled out maniacally a very pretty man with a lean build and average height and the pink haired recessive repressed a growl under his breath. He could take them on, but they're were to many of them for him to handle. He was sure one small mistake would be the death of him.
E/c eyes peered out of the small space Aria had failed to cover to look around.
" They are twenty five in total " the voice said ' And you need thirteen souls and bodies for the process right ? ' the h/c man questioned in his head. " Well seeing how the saint has gifted us with so many it would be a shame not to use them~ " the voice mused and his omega host made a sound of acknowledgement.
" What's taking so long? Why isn't the knight dude going to fight? I already promised to be all noble and stuff.
I want some action already. " A white haired man whined out, his pretty blue eyes looking over at the carriage that had gone deathly silently. He puffed his rosy cheeks.
" It doesn't matter if he comes out of fight now or not. The results are still going to be the same. His body will become an offering to the deity -DEMIORCA " the dark skinned bulky man replied, his cat like eyes watching the carriage for any sudden movements ignoring the childish whining of his partner.
" Well I don't give a damn about that alpha. I'm more interested with the omegas inside. The green eyed bastard said we should bring that stupid Emperor back in one piece, but he didn't say we couldn't have fun with em and the woman first " a large man with pig like facial features said and his words made the rest of the men holler out cheers.
The white haired man suddenly stopped his whining and turned to look at the pig man with a dark look on his face, the pretty blue of his eyes gone instead a bright purple colour took over, his canines growing longer, the pearly white dagger like tooth shining on the sunlight. His sudden change made the rest of the party freeze in fear.
The large cat hybrid man put a hand on the pretty man's shoulder to keep him in place so he wouldn't lunge and rip apart a member of their party.
He didn't feel like doing any paperwork.
" How many times do I have to say this so it enters that thick skull of yours orc? We don't touch the omegas. If you can't follow that simple rule. THEN GET OUT! "
The crowd broke down into a small mummer at the man's words the orc huffing and turning his face away mumbling to himself " Uptight assholes won't let me have any fun..."
"FuN..." A deep ominous voice suddenly spoke up scaring the pig man senseless and causing a stir in the group.
The white haired hybrid turned to look back at the carriage realizing the door was open, but inside the carriage was pitch black. Not a single person to be seen and the bright rays of the sun couldn't penetrate into the inky blackness.
A thick black tentacle like appendage with orange and red vein like symbols decorating it shot out of the darkness without any warning and it quickly wrapped itself around the pig man raising him into the air as boarish screams of panic left his lips.
" YoU ThiNk VIOLATING aNoTheR lIVIng tHinG iS FuN ? " The same voice from earlier spoke up, louder than before and it sounded more disoriented, like multiple people were all speaking at once. " THeN iF sO.... " The voice shouted as more tentacles shot out of the darkness, the white haired man and cat hybrid barely having enough time to dodge them as they joined the first one to wrap around it's victim. "" I'm sURe YOu'll fInD ThiS FuN~"
They tore at his clothes stopping for a brief moment to display his naked body to his group, tentacles pulling his limbs away so he couldn't hide himself. The humiliation went on for a few minutes, with the things dragging the man in every direction as he cried and begged for mercy.
For a moment the tentacles stopped their torment and everyone that it was over and the man's yelling simmered down to a pathetic sob. All of a sudden blood and bits of guts rained down on the men below drawing screams from them.
The white haired man stared up in awe at the inky black tentacle his eyes focused on the symbols designing it ignoring the impaled corpse of his former team mate as well as the screams of the others behind him as more tentacles sprouted out from the carriage and did away with the rest of them just as gruesomely at the first. Two were slammed into a boney red pulp, some were diced into cubes, others experienced the same fate as their first comrade. The slaughter went on until it was just the white haired hybrid and his partner. Said partner stood by his side his teal feline eyes widening in shock as he recognized the symbols.
The two hastily bowed on the ground not minding the blood stains or dirt. How dare they complain about such when they've been given the opportunity to stand in the presence of their lord.
" We greet the all knowing and wise Deity DEMIORCA . It is an honor to be in your presence" their voices spoke in sync as they waited for a response.
The tentacles swarmed around them almost in a taunting manner. As if any wrong move would make them experience a death far more painful than their comrade
' DEMIORCA ? Is that what your called ? ' M/N asked as he swarm around in the familiar darkness looking at the pretty white haired man and his dark skinned hulk friend taking in their hybrid trusts. The scent coming from them alerting him of their second gender.
The soft scent of tulips from the white haired man gave him away as a recessive omega, while the barely noticable scent of catnip from the man exposed him as a beta.
" That is not my name. It belongs to a lower god, but he no longer exists. Yet he still has a strong following. He an I share the same pattern and symbols so it's easy for them to make the mistake " the voice said and the h/c omega chose to ignore the jealousy in his voice. M/N watched them for a few more seconds before an idea struck him.
' if he doesn't exist anymore why don't we just steal his following? You've already gained the power you need through the ritual plus the extra you scored from those other beings. You can swindle their hearts. If the god is dead then they've probably been clinging on to any measley thing that could be a proof of his existence. Let's give them hope~
M/N said as a sinister smirk made it's way too his plump lips as the voice- No Demi cackled in agreement.
That saint really was just making things so easy for them.
The white haired hybrid felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, his pale cheeks heating up to a rosy pink.
He couldn't believe it.
He was standing in the benevolent presence of his Deity. A dirty scum like him who had been born for a vampire whore was able to get such a chance.
He could die from happiness.
A thick sweet scent suddenly appeared catching the two off guard as their senses became flooded from the sweet smell.
Ripe peaches, thick honey and warm creamy milk. Such a welcoming and alluring scent.
A soft voice giggled, a hand going under both men's chin to force them to look up and their breaths hitched as they stared up in awe.
Coming out of the inky black mass a mesmerizing creature that made the two men instantly think of a god/goddess
A beautiful face, with curly locks on of thick h/c hair, thick h/c lashes fluttered softly as jewel like e/c hues peered out from them. A rosy red colour dusted his cheeks , his plump glossy red hue lips pulled into a soft gentle smile.
Silky looking s/c skin seemed to shine in the sunlight, his curvy figure very visible, the inky black tentacles only cover up his upper chest and lower parts. He looked like an angel coming to save them and grant them salvation and the two men couldn't stop themselves from staring.
Their Deity was so beautiful. Far better than all those god's those stupid temple men worshiped. " So my loyal followers seem to recognize me~ " the soft voice teased out making the White haired recessive feel his heart beat faster as he blush got worse at the pretty person's teasing " But......"
The hand under their chin tightened it's grip and the two hybrid's winced in pain as sharp claws dug into their skin drawing blood, making the red liquid drip onto the blood stained grass. The s/c man's eyes turned a bright orange colour with a hint of red swimming along his hues his smile falling as a disappointed frown took it's place.
" Yet you both attacked my carriage with the intent to harm my companions and dear I say even try to dispose of me. " The h/c omega said clicking his tongue in annoyance as he glared at the two men.
The white haired man let out a small whimper as his blush grow worse, enjoying the attention he was receiving from his lord, but he absolutely HATED that he was being scolded.
it wasn't his fault.
He didn't mean too, honest.
but he had done it anyway and made himself look unfaithful.
His soft sweet scent started to turn sour as he whimpered out apologies, the beta following along as shame swallowed the both of them up.
" I'm sorry my lord. This trash dared to attack someone as mighty as yourself. Please do with me what you will, my life and body and exist to serve you. " The blue eyed male said as he stared into the h/c deity's mesmerizing orange cat like hues.
" This servant is useless for not recognizing you and your group my lord. I am not worthy of your forgiveness please do with me as you please. I will take whatever punishment you have without any compliant " the dark skinned man said as his cat ears lowered .
M/N let out a hum as he stared at the two men. He obviously wasn't going to kill them. He needed them alive to spread word of his existence, that and they were strong. He needed strong people at his side for now while he gathered his own power, but they didn't need to know that.
" Hmmm. You both seemed to have accepted that it's your mistake. So this once I shall grant you mercy.... " He started loosening his grip on their chin as he pulled away from them. " This once " he said before his eyes went back to their vibrant e/c and the gentle smile returned to his lips.
The two men let out a sigh of relief as their tensed shoulders relaxed only for them to freeze up as a dark chuckle left the being's lips and the white haired hybrid forced his leg together as an effort to hide his aching erection feeling his blush worsen.
" Of course it's for a small price though. " The h/c omega said in a sing song voice, is s smile growing wider as he watched the two nod their heads like obedient little dogs.
" A.. anything for you my lord " the two stammered out in sync.
They would do absolutely anything to make sure they could gain their lord's favor, the first thing would be to track down their employer and make an example of him.
" First off all. I need your names. Need to know who my two loyal followers are because after an incident like this I have a feeling we'll be seeing more often~ " the h/c man purred out and the recessive omega whimpered at the sound, his self restrain getting thinner and M/N chuckled.
" A...Alec my lord " the white haired male stuttered out, his wounds beginning to heal as he found himself getting lost in the god's e/c orbs. " Noah my liege " the dark skinned man answered.
M/N hummed in satisfaction lett go of the two men as he slowly began to sink back into the darkness. " Such lovely names for my new little butterflies ~ " the omega cooed as familiar orange butteries fluttered out of the mess surrounding the two before forcing themselves into the mouths of the two hybrid's and the s/c man let out a manical laugh at the sight.
" Now go on my little dolls spread the rumors little by little and make the people start to question themselves.
' A new god has awoken an aged giant has awakened from his slumber and is ready to save this world from itself ' " M/N instructed and the two men nodded their eyes flashing orange for a brief moment before they disappeared.
" But weren't not saving this world are we~ " Demi asked already knowing the answer.
" Of course not " M/N replied as he cleaned up the scene and replaced the memories of the three people he had hidden safely in his shadow, going back to wrap the blanket around himself as he returned back to his original form.
" We're burning it down "
DEMIORCA'S cackle rang in his head as he began to drift off to sleep
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Flufftober Day 4: Cindrella Moment ~ Aemond Targaryen/OC [2,252 words]
My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨
Anyone can appear fair if they have the gold.
It was something Jeyne’s mother was excessively fond of saying. Usually when someone she disliked looked particularly fetching. And though her family had all departed the capital within weeks of her wedding to Prince Aemond, Jeyne’s mind had now taken to saying it when her mother was not here to do so. Although tonight, it was in response to her own reflection.
She wasn’t ugly, she knew that. It would have been an insult for her parents to offer her up to the Targaryens if she was. Nor was she, however, the sort of woman who had people stopping in their tracks around court in order to stare – in lust, jealousy, or some combination of the two. Aegon himself had commented on it within her earshot.
She’s all right, brother, but from how you never stray, you’d think she was something…well, more.
Jeyne had cast her gaze downwards towards her plate, seated as ever to her husband’s right during the dinner during which Prince Aegon had decided it was fitting to start such a conversation.
You are a prince, you know. It’s your duty to have a little fun. Don’t tell me the novelty hasn’t worn off yet.
In response to that, Aemond had sighed impatiently, well used to his brother’s antics by now, and then turned his head to speak to her instead. Judging by how he stilled thereafter, he’d realised that she had heard every word. Jeyne hadn’t known what to expect after that. Were it another man of the court, her husband wouldn’t have stood for it purely on principle, but it was his brother – and Targaryens were…funny with one another. In many ways. She wouldn’t get far if she expected civil war to break out every time one of her husband’s kin raised an eyebrow at her.
Which was why she was stunned when her husband took up his knife, and drove it into the table scarcely a hair’s breadth from his brother’s hand. Aegon had laughed that that, but the comments ceased. Within earshot, at least.
Appearances were a funny thing here, and still something Jeyne was growing used to – for back home, so long as she appeared neat and orderly, she never gave the matter much thought. Here in the capital, it was more coded. She now represented not only the royal family, but also her husband. Were it only one or the other, it would have been simpler. To represent her new House, that of the Targaryens, she had to be richly dressed so that none would think them weak, albeit not too lavishly or else they’d appear wasteful. But Aemond? Aemond’s tastes were fine, yet simple. His clothing was always impeccable and of fine quality, but there was little about it that did not serve a purpose. It would be easy to appear frivolous in comparison – or worse, like she did not share his values. It was often difficult for Jeyne to think she was meeting the standard of one without somehow failing the other.
Of course, Aemond never made her feel that way, so she knew it was simply her own standards for herself – combined with the imaginary or guessed standards other might have for her – that had her worried. He was a man of few words, but his displeasure was seldom subtle. Indeed, on more than one occasion she’d caught him looking over whatever dress she was wearing that day, one corner of his lips tugging upwards in a smirk, before he would show her his appreciation for her appearance that night. Often while murmuring filthy things, but only ever in High Valyrian, so she could not understand them. Regardless of how much she wished she could.
Still, today was her husband’s name day, and so she wanted to make an effort. For him.
It began with a new method of attending to her hair – a very dangerous method that her handmaiden swore by, involving hot metal that all but seared it into fetching ringlets. He liked her hair down. That much he’d been happy to tell her in the common tongue, at least. The gown she was something she was much more nervous about. Made of brown and gold damask that had caught her eye the moment the seamstress showed it to her, and accented with vivid golden ribbon, it was fine but understated…and with a neckline that she considered rather daring, by her standards.
Oftentimes she’d envy the ladies of the court who could sport the bold fashions, the ones that bared them down almost to the ribcage in a manner that should not have been tasteful but was. She would never be one of those ladies, for whenever her neckline delved but a handful of inches below her collarbones she always felt hopelessly exposed, but tonight she would see it through regardless if only in hopes of prodding a reaction from Aemond.
Knowing him and his self-mastery, though, that was an intimidating goal indeed. But one that she kept in mind with increasing determination – and one that she felt significantly more optimistic about when she noted how people reacted to her. It was the same every time, a first glance upon noticing her and then a second take; a full stare, as they took in her appearance and who she was.
Aemond’s mouse is masquerading as a dragon, the whispers said.
Jeyne was happy to hear them. It meant it was working.
She arrived to dinner just at the tail-end of being on time; unusual for her, for typically she was early for being early. Her handmaiden had sorely underestimated how long it would take for them to attend to her hair, but as Jeyne strode into the hall, she kept her head held high and simply pretended it had all been part of the plan. He would like that.
King Viserys appeared a mix of amused and disinterested when she strode up to the head table, but Queen Alicent had a warm smile on her face as she paused before the table and dipped into a curtsey. When she arose, she looked straight to her Aemond. His eye was pinned on her, a sort of intrigue shining there that was usually reserved for when he saw a move in the training yard that he very much wished to replicate.
“Good name day to you, husband,” she said, returning his gaze evenly.
Aemond smirked. “Come and take your place, wife.”
The seat to his right was empty, saved for her as it always was, and his eye followed her throughout the entire journey it took for her to reach that chair.
“You look beautiful tonight, wife.”
His hand found hers beneath the table, as was their habit now. More often than not Aemond spoke softly – not shyly, but lowly, and in a way that had all listening carefully to his words. And when Aemond spoke, all did listen. Now, though, he spoke softer than ever; so much so that Jeyne had to bodily lean towards him as though he whispered secrets. She suspected that was his intention.
“I thought the occasion a special one.”
The pad of his forefinger traced the dip of her palm. “Ah, but you look beautiful every other night, too. Are you suggesting there have been special occasions every day since we first met, but I knew not?”
Those gathered could not be blamed if they thought he whispered utter filth to her for how furiously she blushed.
“Aemond,” she breathed a laugh. “I’m tempted to think you’re mocking me.”
“Never,” he said solemnly, bringing her hand up from beneath the table in order to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Now what is my wife giving her husband for his name day?”
“Hm,” she made a show of thinking it over. “A dance?”
It was a daring thing to ask. While she suspected he revelled in the crowds he often drew in the training yard, he was not the sort for grandstanding. Not the way the men who competed in the tourneys were. And dancing, she realised quickly, must have fallen into the same category as tourneys in his mind. They’d danced at their wedding, yes, but that was part of his duty on that eve, she supposed.
“A joke,” she lied quickly, before she found herself subjected to a refusal – however carefully she knew he would phrase it.
Aemond’s eye cast downwards, his head tilting as he appeared torn on whether to argue with her or not, but Jeyne was waving one of her personal guard forward, one of whom she’d tasked with carrying the gift.
“Now, I know you already have this volume,” she said quickly, squeezing his hand. “Primarily because there’s hardly a book in Westeros you haven’t read.”
He smirked proudly at that.
“But this is the original copy from the Citadel. It has the Maester’s original notes in it, which are supposed to contain almost as much knowledge as the book itself. Whoever copied it neglected to bother with them, likely to lighten their workload…which is why I don’t feel half so bad about my liberating it for you.”
This part she explained softly, less the whole court be privy to her less-than-stellar practises. Any worry she may have felt over Aemond’s opinion of her decision to grease palms that prided themselves on never being greased proved unfounded, however, for his delight grew and he smirked
“How did you achieve such a feat?” he asked.
The true story was as anticlimactic as it was tedious, featuring a cousin who was studying to join the Order of Maesters – one who owed her a favour, and who was dying for the approval of House Targaryen, no less. Thank the Seven for snobbish streaks.
But explaining all of that rather ruined the mystique, so instead she smiled, and she winked, and she turned her attention to her cup of wine. Beside her, Aemond gave a chuckle that suggested she played a dangerous game. Jeyne rather liked it; the chuckle and the game both.
The night went as expected from there. Not close enough in line to the throne to warrant an entire spectacle – and not fond of entire spectacles to begin with – gifts were brought forth here and there by members of other Houses, and Aemond did a great deal of nodding and murmuring in response. Other than that, there was dancing, drinking, eating, and all of the making merry that typically went into these things.
It was hours and hours before things began to show signs of drawing to a close. The King and Queen had long retired, as had Princess Helaena, while Aegon was set on gathering his nearest and dearest for a “continuation of the festivities” somewhere in the city. Something Aemond steadfastly refused to join.
Ordinarily, she and her husband would have already retired long ago, but given that this was all in his name, he was under an obligation to see it through…for the most part. Still, as the night pressed on, Jeyne found herself yearning for their chambers. They were his chambers, really, but that mattered little for all she was in them. The ones she’d been given upon moving here were a glorified dressing room, and she had no cause to complain in regards to that arrangement.
Still, she knew he took little enjoyment in the crowd that remained, and so she felt it necessary to hang around until he saw fit to take his leave. But a moment to breathe on the balcony could not hurt.
"We may leave soon – those still around are resolved to drink until the sun rises.”
Jeyne started at the sound of his voice, giving him a rueful look in response to his purposefully quiet approach. Aemond smirked, unbothered by her teasing ire, standing behind her so he might press his hands onto her hips.
“The bards are still playing,” she pointed out. “I wouldn’t think things were dying down overmuch.”
“The bards still play,” he said, “because I commanded it.”
“Oh?”
“Dance with me.”
“Aemond…”
“Jeyne.”
“I know you don’t like it.”
“Dancing with my wife? What brought you to that conclusion?”
“Dancing in general. I would not force your hand in the matter when it matters little. Especially not on your name day.”
“I did not dance with you in there, because then I would have found myself obliged to dance with all who asked. That brings me little joy, nor pleasure. But you, however…” he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of her neck, his lips warm in contrast to the cool of the night. “You cannot expect to dress so finely, nor to dance so prettily with every moron gathered her tonight, without saving one for your husband.”
Jeyne leaned back into his touch.
“What will people think, if they catch us dancing out here?”
At that, he responded in Valyrian – the only words she could make out being hear and your chambers. It wasn’t as difficult to fill in the blanks now as it usually was when he slipped into that tongue.
“You know, one day I’ll have a better grasp at the language and I’ll understand everything you say to me in it,” she teased.
“Then you will blush very prettily, very often,” he murmured, unabashed. “Now come, wife. Dance with me.”
Jeyne smile, and then she laughed, before finally allowing him to guide her. As was swiftly becoming her habit.
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Meet Mary. She was Free, Educated and A Spy. Her Disguise… Confederate European House Slave!
Mary was the best as she was working right in The Confederate President’s home. She had a photographic mind. Everything Mary saw on the Rebel President’s desk, she could repeat word for word.
"Ellen Bond" was neither dim-witted, illiterate, nor a slave. In reality, she was a free, well-educated African-American woman by the name of Mary Elizabeth Bowser. And she was a Union spy working right under Confederate President Jefferson Davis’s nose.
For months during the most crucial period of the Civil War, as General Ulysses S. Grant maneuvered to capture Richmond, the Confederate capital, Mary supplied critical military intelligence to the Union army. In recognition of her contributions to the Union war effort, she was inducted into the U.S. Army Military Intelligence Hall of Fame in 1995.
Elizabeth was able to arrange for a friend to take Mary with her as a servant to help at social functions held by Varina Davis in the Confederate White House. Mary performed her servant role so well she was eventually taken on full time as, presumably, a slave hired out by her master.
As a spy, Mary enjoyed a significant advantage: invisibility. It’s not that she was unseeable, like H. G. Wells’ Invisible Man, but rather that as a black slave, she was unseen and unnoticed by the whites she served. Her entrance into the dining room to serve at table in no way affected the conversations Jefferson Davis might be having with visiting generals. When she went to his office to clean, it did not occur to the Confederate president that this seemingly ignorant and dull-witted African woman could have either the capacity or the interest to glean information from the papers he left lying on his desk.
In fact, Mary’s role went far beyond the norm. Whatever she read or heard she was able to remember and pass on word-for-word. That’s the testimony of Thomas McNiven, the official head of the Richmond spy ring. McNiven ran a bakery and made daily deliveries all around the city, including to the Confederate White House. This allowed Mary to regularly meet with him for a few minutes as he delivered his goods to the Davis household. Years later, in 1904, McNiven recalled those days to his daughter and her husband, who eventually recorded his story:
Mary was able to continue her espionage activities until January of 1865. Jefferson Davis had become aware that information was somehow being leaked, and suspicion apparently began to fall on Mary. She made the decision to flee Richmond and seems to have made her way to the North. One unsubstantiated account says that in her last act as a Union agent, she tried to burn down the Confederate White House, but was unsuccessful.
Sometime in the early 1850s, Mary was sent to Philadelphia, as Elizabeth had been, to be educated at a Quaker school for African Americans. In 1855, with Mary’s schooling complete, Elizabeth arranged for her to join a missionary community in Liberia. Mary, however, hated living in the African country, and by the spring of 1860 was back in Richmond with Elizabeth.
A year later, in April 1861, Mary was married to Wilson Bowser, a free African man. Interestingly, the ceremony, like her baptism, took place at St. John’s Episcopal. The wedding notice listed both Mary and Wilson as “colored servants to Mrs. E. L. Van Lew” (Elizabeth’s mother).
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What is magneto relationship with the brotherhood
Hi Anon :)
Sorry for my late answer
Well, right now Magneto is dead so he doesn´t have any kind of relationship with the old brotherhood but even when he was alive they didn´t interact anymore and there´s a very good reason for this.
Erik formed the brotherhood at a time where his powers literally drove him insane, this resulted in him often mistreating them or being violent, they followed him with a mix of conviction and fear and learned to hate him, so when he was kidnapped by an alien, they mostly went on with their life.
Mastermind became part of the Hellfire Club and tried to manipulate Jean with his ilusions so she would add her phoenix force to their group, Jean went Dark Phoenix on him and put him in a coma and later he died, he was recently ressurected in Krakoa and I guess he´s around there.
Toad: worshipped Magneto at first but was the one more mistreated by Magnus, especially because he felt a strong attaction to Wanda and made advances at her which often lead to Magneto attacking him.
He created his own brotherhood along with Blob and Avalanche when he learned Magneto wanted to redeem himself by becoming a member of the X-men(back in the 80´s) after his trial, he thought Magneto was weak for abandoning his old ideals and that he could take his place as the leader of the other mutants who didn´t agreed with Xavier´s dream.
He mourned Magneto when he died on Genosha as he used to live in the country, when Wanda decimated mutants all around the world, he joined the X-men on their refuge on Utopia and now he lives on Krakoa.
He still has a mix of hate/fear/respect for Magneto but they have not truly interacted or talked in years years,except for that little moment in Trial of Magneto which suggested he took the blame for Magneto so Wanda could stop being considered a pariah in Krakoa which makes zero sense for him and for them, there were other ways to get Wanda accepted by Krakoa without blaming anyone else and the gift she gave them was actually great. Instead what we got doesn´t make sense, they truly have not interacted much with a Toad and they didn´t gave him a reason to sacrifice himself for them, so I am taking this as Leah Williams symply not doing her research but she sure tried to make up her own version of the story which has not been followed by other writers.
Wanda/Pietro:Joined the Avangers and Hated with a capital H their time in the brotherhood mostly because of Magneto, they acceped his apologies for his treatment of them, especially because they thought they were family, I think their relationship is truly complex and interesting but the retcon has mostly washed this away and marvel refusal of accepting they did this as a petty move in their fight with Fox doesn´t help matters.
Now they are supposed to be chosen family/adopted by Magneto and while there could be that angle given Magneto did save them from being killed by a group of villagers, gave them a roof and feed them, the fact he made them join the brothehood and that he was a boss, not a father to them in the brotherhood brings down this idea that they were adopted.
The tension in their relationship came from the fact that they were biologically related but could not stand their father ideals or him and while all of them made an effort to be a family, especially the times Magneto became part of the X-men, it wasn´t explored further by writers on the Avengers or X-men side, except for events like House of M, Bloodties or Children´s Crusade and this is a shame because they just have tons of layers and chemisty for stories.
So even as a Magneto fan, I think Magneto´s treatment and relationship with the brotherhood was one of his and their lowest points and I am kind of glad marvel didn´t try to bring back them as a group except in some AU versions of them, the movies tried but to be honest they are not that interesting together, imo the acolytes and Magneto had more layers as a group, Magneto was more stable mentally and they truly wanted to be part of Magneto´s team, believed in his ideals and they did help him rule over Genosha so I always saw way more potential in developing their story in other media.
Mystique´s Brotherhood was the best brotherhood imo, they had great interactions and actually worked as an official team for the us goverment as part of their agenda, mostly they were more effective and focused, which I guess explains why marvel is exploring them(or at least Destiny and Raven relationship) in the x-books right now.
Greetings
#magneto#max eisenhardt#mastermind#toad#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#Acolytes#Mystique#Destiny#Krakoa#Genosha
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this will be long so....
as always let me know your thoughts otherwise i will find you and hold you at gunpoint,
you dont need to hold me at gun point (idm if you do) to tell how much i love your works. ♡
“Right, sorry.” You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. “I completely disagree with your statement, Jongseong. Just because a movie has young teenage girls as its target audience doesn’t mean it is completely insipid and has no value, like you’re insinuating. If you look at Mean Girls, for example-”
ah LOVE IT WHEN MY WOMEN ARE SO SEXY WITH THEIR WORDS LOVE IT. funny i have done this exactly, cuz i do be writing mails for my friends lol. Fun fact never watched mean girls in my life #not like other girls fr 🤭
“Oh, and Jay, I do have to side with Y/N here. There’s a surprising amount of things that can be said about that film,” your tutor admitted with an apologetic smile.
Yn 1 - jay 0
“Yes, Jongseong, that’s exactly the case. I’m sooooo obsessed with you, I took this class just to see you.”
spoiler if im not wrong she actually did ask jake bout it, and took the class in the old (ill see later on in the fic) or was it another fic.
“You see, Y/N, I also major in Visual Studies. I’m not a single honors Econ major like you. Loser.”
STOP I JUST DECIDED ON WHAT TO STUDY DONT MAKE ME CHANGE TO BUS🤢🤮BUSIN🤮🤢BUSINESS STUDENT (/j i love the capitalism kids they do know how to keep the country running i hope, lowkey wanna do econ tho...) GOIN OFF TOPIC
“H-hi, Heeseung.”
No. Fuck off. no I DISLIKED THIS MAN SM IN THIS FIC
"It’s not even just about that, Y/N. You know his reputation, he’s clearly bad news. There’s no point in liking a guy like that.”
See even jay agrees. yall might be enemies (lovers) but take his words on this pls
“Whatever. When he inevitably hurts you, though, I’ll say I told you so.”
aren't you the one that hurts her before him 👎👎👎 or was that SCENE AFTERWARDS HMMMM (future me exactly fuck you jay how could you hurt my girl like that.)
If anybody remembers this, they’re probably thinking that you were fucking awesome. Can’t you see how everyone is cheering you on in the video?”
we love a supportive friend ! pls this is so me 😭😭😭
“you literally asked Jake to tell you what courses he was taking this semester and when his tutorials were, and when you somehow managed to be enrolled in a class that’s supposed to be reserved for Visual Studies students, you emailed the tutor to make sure you’d be in the same group as Jay. I’d say that requires some effort.”
SEE I TOLD YOU. I KNEW SHE DID THIS, HAHAHAHA GIVING MIXED SIGNS BABE FRR
“Is no one gonna say it?” Sunoo asked, bewildered, looking around at your friends. “It sounds like you like him, Y/N.”
SO TRUE ITS SO ?!?!??! OBVIOUS YN GET YOUR MIND INTO IT good that you didnt put that much effort into heeseung that ass
Sieun took your hands in hers and tried to convince you with her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. “But think about it, Y/N. It’s the enemies to lovers trope!”
Agreed EXACTLY BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS NEVER DONE BEFORE BEST TROPE.
“I’d come, but the idea of serving rich people as they give out ten thousand dollars when they could give a million and it wouldn’t even affect them in the slightest, not to mention having to do it with a smile on my face, makes my skin crawl, so no thanks,” Sieun said. She wasn’t wrong, but this was also Jay’s parents you were talking about. Not only would Jay be there, and your presence would surely piss him off, but his dad’s company was one of the top of the country and being introduced to their world, maybe even getting to know some people there, even just as a waitress, could really benefit you in the long-term. You’d never admit it to him, but you’d been dreaming of working there ever since you’d first heard of it. Nothing might come out of this, but it was worth trying.
Sounding like you love jay more than heeseung babe. I dont blame you me too <3
The two boys in front of him groaned in unison. He raised his head and added defensively, “What? I’ve barely said anything yet.”
FELT mE TOO THEU BOTH ARE SO OBSESSED WITH 3ACH OYHER PLS
Jay rolled his eyes. “No, of course not, but I’m gonna be hyper-aware of her presence and I don’t want it to distract me.” A third groan. “Plus, I don’t like the idea of her being there as a waitress. She should be with the students who talk to the guests, she deserves it more than anybody I know.”
CUTE FUCKING CUTE
“It’s 2022, Sunghoon, nobody says things like ‘man up’ anymore.”
😭😭😭😭😭
“You always say that, but how the fuck am I supposed to ask her out when she’s only ever seen me as her rival? Plus, she’s head over heels for that prick.”
Give it a chance park WE NEVER KNOW HMMMM.
oh it just hit me what happens or their fall out in a way. now im sad now im too sad to continue ill be back after a moment im back and im gonna erase memory of what happens SHHHH
He hated the idea of you having to be there as a waitress, handing out drinks and mini toasts to entitled guests who probably wouldn’t even look at you. There had to be a few strings he could pull, right?
YAYY MY JAY BOY GO SLAY GET YO GIRL OF DREAMS IG 🤣
“Wow, he does have good taste.”
WOAH WOAH GO JAY I SEE YOU BABE HEHEHENE
While they didn’t make you look like a Hunger Games Capitol citizen, when they were done with you, the reflection that looked back at you in the mirror was uncanny.
I LOVW THE REFERENCE PLUS I LEGIT THOUGHT OF THAT WHEN THEY SAID MAKE UP AND LITTLE GLAMMED UP LOL
Because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and the world should know about it, was his immediate thought. But of course, he’d never say that out loud, so he opted for,
SAY YOU COWARD SAY IT. OR ELSE IM GOING RUN BEHIND YOU WITH THIS BROOM FONT MAKE ME GO ALL ASIAN MOM ON YOU JAY FUCKINH SAY IT TO YN #biggestyn&jayshipper
is it me or is it a bilingual thing to suddenly change to ur mother tongue when you're extremely excited or extremely annoyed cuz its taking a lot in me to not swtich languages right now and you wont understand shit i said😭😭
“Anyway, I’m doing the closing speech soon. I’m gonna be awesome, so look closely, yeah?” You knew he wanted to look cool, but you thought he sounded like an excited kid who was about to put on a show for his family. How cute, you thought, and immediately chased that thought away from your brain. That damn champagne must’ve been laced with something.
look at you yn finally finding who you actually like awwn <33 cutie Jay is such a cute i wanna hug him. give him a highfive or something idk honestly.
Nothing was off-limits when it came to their rivalry, and you were most definitely not an exception, not to Heeseung. He couldn’t stand seeing Jay have something he didn’t. At that moment, he made up his mind.
FUCK. OFF. HEESEUNG. I HOPE YOU TRIP AND FALL OR HIT YOUR TOE NESR YOU BED.
this is a one-time thing. Find an excuse, say we broke up or whatever. Fake dating is like, the most predictable trope ever,”
IT REALLY IS BUT I STILL LOVE IT AND I EAT IT UP EVERYTIME 🤭
"Y/N, be honest with us. Is Park Jay your sugar daddy?”
sunoo 🤝 me
big brained frr
After a moment, Sieun broke the silence: “Y/N, you’ve become a real walking rom-com. I’m so proud of you.”
me too. can my friends be in one too its so borING I NEED SOME EXCITEMENT IN MY LIFE TOO wtf
“Y/N, that’s literally the whole concept of fake dating. You’ll think it’s only that one time, and before you know it, you’ll be married with three children, and it won’t be fake anymore,”
SO TRUE FORTUNE TELLER LOL.
“And you’ll be blowing something else soon…” Sunoo muttered, just loud enough for your table to hear.
its NOT A LIE SOOOOOO 🤭🤭
“Your whole rivalry thing is too cute, I can’t take it seriously. You won’t admit it to yourself, but you clearly like Jay a lot more than you do Heeseung,”
PLS THINK BOUT WHAT HE SAID YALL ARE SO IN LOVE ITS SO ?!?!?&#(#,#((# MAKES ME WANNA BREAK THE FORTH WALL AND PUT YOU GUYS TPGTHER AND BE LIKE THEY LIVED HAPPY AFTER THE END.
She looked at you with a knowing smile that moms loved to wear. “I do know. You’re the one who doesn’t.” You’d dismissed her with a roll of your eyes. Everybody around me’s going crazy, you thought.
see RVEN THE MOM KNOWS YN PLS TAKE THE HINT FOR FUCK SAKE IM GOING TO..... ITS SO CUTE HONESTLY TLOVE YN BEING IN DENIAL KINDA.
“Yeah, I noticed. I don’t think anything you’ve ever done or said offended me more than that one time you showed up to class wearing a ‘where the hell have you been, loca?’ t-shirt.”
STOPNDKDKD I DIDNT GET TO FINISH TWILIGHT CUZ I THOUGHT IT WAS WERIDS NGL BUT LMAOO GO ROCK THAT T-SHIRT IG.
“Just say I’m pretty and move on, Jongseong.”
OMFHSIBDKDKDKD
I thonk i missed some parts here but anyways
“but my father’s company, the one I’m in charge of now, only started being successful when I was in high school. My dad worked his way up from the ground, so he and I both know what it’s like to not be well-off. I’ve tried to not turn Jay into one of those rich kids who think they’ll rule the world just cause they have money, and… well, I hope I did a good job.”
HE REALLY IS !!! i love him !! I love mamaa and papa park sm they the best ngl <3 everyone so nice they are so nice and fun lovw jay sm ill cry sp bad odk what im even saying right now. The whole dinner scene has my heart its so really cute and wholesome.
“Fine, fine!” you said between breathless giggles. She finally relented. “I think Jay’s hot.”“Do you, now?”
I SCREAMED I WAS ON THE FLOOR I WAS DOWN BAD TOO
The fact that he was manspreading and leaning back on his hands, the top buttons of his shirt undone and his trousers stretching against his thighs, wasn’t particularly helping.
only one word and one word only hot.
“Um, I’ve got something, actually. I forgot to give it to you with the rest of the things.” He fished a small box out of his bag and got up to stand behind you. He took out the necklace and put it around your neck, asking you to hold your hair up. You complied, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hands slightly brushed the back of your neck as he locked the necklace, and you had to keep yourself from visibly shivering at his touch. This was infinitely worse (or better) than him zipping up your dress.
SCREAMIHDJD BLEEDONGD IGHTISNS LOSINGSIDB BFODHURHEODNO
DHEMEOOBPKSGSUHSK
OKAY JUST REALIZED THE PART I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE IS COMING SOON QND I DONT WANNA EVER REMEMBER THAT HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITHOUT THAT PART SHH
He walked you to your room, tucked you in bed and even got a wet wipe to take your makeup off for you. ”The sight of Jay cooking breakfast for you and your mother alone was enough to cure your hangover. You sneakily watched from the staircase as he expertly flipped pancakes and cooked eggs at the same time, all while holding a conversation with your mom. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of coffee before taking a seat next to your mom, trying to but failing to suppress a smile. “I didn’t know you were also a housewife, Jongseong,”
He really is we love a house wife jongseong so much. love my men as housewives fr
“Y/N, there’s no way in hell you don’t wanna date that boy. Hell, if he wasn’t half my age, I probably would."
SAME YN's M0M SAME ME TOO
“Isn’t it common knowledge that Breaking Dawn is the last book in the series?” “It’s just that you’ve mentioned them so often, I thought I should check at least the first one out. Turns out they’re pretty addictive,” he admitted sheepishly. “Research purposes, of course.” A short silence ensued, the sort of silence you should’ve been used to with Jay by now but that always made you feel giddy - the sort that’s awkward in a lighthearted way, the sort where you’re repeating all the words that have just been said in your head and committing them to memory. The sort where you hope the other is feeling all the things you’re feeling.
STOP THATS SO ?!?!?#&¥#, I FEEL SP HAPPY SO FEELINGS MY FEELINGS ARE BEINGNPLAYED I FEEL SO I LOVE WITH IT WHEN PEOPLE SOMETHING WHEN PEOPLE LIKE IT SM AND YOU GET THE POINT JAY IS SUCH A SIMP omfg JUST KISS ALREADY GUYS ITS HRUTING ME MORE. #jaylittlesimp
“But you did. I think that shot of you will end the film perfectly.”
omg. omfg. omfg OMFG IM GOING TO LOSE IT IM GOING TO JUMP IM GPING TO MELT EVAPRATE IDK SCREAM THROW UP THAS SONDIDNDKDNDB I LOVE IT WTF I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH ITS SO RAW AND SO BEAUTIFUL I JUST. I CANT. I CANT.
“Then we’re more similar than I’d thought,” you said, and looked at him again.
we love some bonding time fr
“Um. Yeah, I knew,” he mumbled. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye.
“Since the beginning, really. My dad’s not the type to do favors, and he wants to keep up that image. So if you’re my girlfriend, he wouldn’t give you the internship.”
stfu jay i. i BO BOOO BOOO no it broke me so much cuz yn reallyvwanted that internship and jay cpuld LEAST HAVE HINTED HER IG ?!??!! URGH fucker. oh god that would mean.... heeseung ew.
“That’s none of your business, Heeseung,” you replied curtly, opening the book.
exactly leave taje social que and LEAVE.
Plus, you had the perfect dress for the occasion.
SEXY LOVE IT MWAH
It was his turn to laugh. “Wow. That’s impressive. You managed to fool me.” His smile dropped. “Now get the fuck out.”
I hope you get kicjed in your balls. I curse you wtv. Hate you.
You sighed amusedly as if Heeseung was just joking around. “I just think it’s funny that you won’t fuck me because I’m not actually Jay’s girlfriend, when that’s not stopped you from getting with a different girl every single weekend. Whore,” you said, adding that last part in a whisper.
SPEAK THE TRUTHH BABE
“I like you too, Y/N.”
finally amd they lived happy ever after the end.
the "yeah" YEAH IM THAT WAS HOT.
“That’s okay. I would’ve waited my whole life if it meant I could have you at the end.” Butterflies erupted all over your stomach at his words. You kissed him like you’d stop breathing if you didn’t.
Me too hun me too
THAT WAS SO CUTE OMFGDUDBNFN I LOVE IT SM ONCE AGAIN YOU DID IT IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL NOW I GO CRY AND ANNPY FRIENDS ABOUT THIS AGAIN. THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS MASTERPIECE
anon what if i start crying in this train… this is like. the best kind of feedback ever 😭😭😭😭 the freaking out over jay and y/n being cute and being idiots is so real tbh.. all those keyboard smashes are making me so happy hahaha also the fact that this is a reread 🙏🙏🙏 thank u so so so much anon u deserve the world for this fr it literally means so much to me… you’re off my holding at gunpoint list 🙏 also thanks for hating heeseung this much it’s what he deserves ANYWAYS RHANK Y THANK UOU THANK YOU I LVOE YOU HOPE BOYH AIDES OF UOUR OILLOW ARE COLD TONIGHT
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The old giant star had had enough.
He had spent 70 million years orbiting in the capital city of the galaxy, the nuclear star cluster. He had wandered through the molecular cloud towers that sparkled with stars like skyscrapers at night. He had spent long eons in the great cathedrals of plasma, listening to the other stars gossip and banter amongst the flying buttresses of magnetic strands. Staying in that orbit would certainly be the easy way out. It took no effort to remain in Keplerian motion. But he had grown tired of the new generation and their strange new words, light-speech imprinted with the myriad lines of metals.
Here, on the other side of the Torus Mountains, he could finally be at peace. Their grand peaks of dust cloud light years high blotted out the light of the city and the garrulous cries of its citizens.
A glowing trail of gas followed him. He had evolved past the red giant stage, to a second, even more swollen phase, the asymptotic giant branch. In this state his outer layers were so loosely bound they slowly sloughed off as he traveled, condensing into motes of dust that cascaded behind him in his stellar wind. He dipped ever so briefly down into the slowly spinning sea of plasma that lapped at his envelope. Where it had come from, he did not know, but the sea was warm, and inviting, and did ever so slightly lessen the discomfort of the thermal pulses that sent him shivering in the night.
He looked up at the twisting winds of hydrogen beyond. Brilliant H-alpha clouds snaked through the Torus peaks, swirling about the isolated clumps of dust that levitated above the sea.
He was dying, all right, but it was at least a beautiful place to die.
Something sparked in the corner of his eye. It stung only like X-rays could. A couple dots were trailing him. Stellar black holes…he thought. They had to have been attracted to him by the mass he was shedding behind.
As they grew closer, they came into view: actinic blue X-ray emitting disks swirling furiously, each with a long, lashing tail. The tail was a jet, launched by the rocket-nozzle shaped complex of magnetic fields anchored in the disk. He couldn’t see the black hole’s shadow, so pinprick was it compared to the accretion disk, but he knew it was there. He had seen this sort of thing before.
In the city the stars had carved out of the Torus Mountains, stellar black holes scavenged the back-alleys like jackals. They scooted through space on the thrust provided by asymmetric jets, wandering between concentrations of space debris to devour. He had seen them snatch away planets several times, but a star? They usually didn’t dare to try. The stars had seen to it with their exotic matter weapons that black holes learned to fear them.
One of the black holes drew in closer, and its tides began to claw at the AGB star. It peeled off a stream of gas from the star’s outermost envelope. The stream collided with itself as it looped down into the black hole’s accretion disk. An ideal source of replenishment.
The star felt nothing. He was so big and so distended that the outer parts of his body were barely in contact with the rest of him at all, no pain signals able to traverse the vast gulf. Stars had decentralized intelligences to make up for their large sizes, but even this came to be inadequate when one had ballooned to 200 times the size of the Sun. The black hole eagerly slurped down the star’s plasma with little resistance.
The second black hole swooped in, diving deeper into the star. This time, the star felt it. A searing course of pain swept through him as the black hole tunneled into the envelope, and he felt the tides compress the thin shell above his core where hydrogen was fusing. Fusion in thin layers of gas was very finicky, and could spike up exponentially. He had already endured his helium shell flashing over several times, and each had been a hundreds-year-long nightmare where his insides turned over and he vomited out nuclear ashes. How bad would it be if a black hole were involved? He didn’t want to know.
Out of his streaming eyes, he heard the light-calls of other stars. Blueshifted, rushing towards him, with sheer terror on their faces. A whole stampede of stars, racing away from the inner reaches of the plasma sea, each one’s gravity bobbing and swinging the AGB star around. The great plane of the sea swung to be above him, then below him, to the side. A thousand forces jostled him, tugging off chunks of his outer layers and sending them flying. The next thing he knew he was plunged into the sea itself. Endless blue light overtook him.
This thing did not just look like a sea; the thing had current. The plasma was swirling around like a vast whirlpool, and he was going the wrong way around. Furious streams gnashed at his face, ripping his eyes from their magnetic anchoring and peeling away his hydrogenous skin layer by layer. Where was he going? He couldn’t exactly tell. Not without his eyes. Still, he had other senses. Electric fields prickled him. Magnetism percolated. His own body began to swirl, winds rushing through his body to redistribute the unholy heat that was basting the forward side of his body.
The tidal tugs from the black holes were gone. They had scattered away, presumably in the same chaos that had brought him here. Still, he took stock in the damage that had been wrought. He was badly wounded, trapped in this awful place. He cried out as much as his luminosity could take him, desperately attempting to shout above the roaring of the headwaters and the formless noise of the plasma’s heat. His own light was getting lost in the maelstrom.
Ever so slightly, he felt it. The weakest little pull, the slightest bit of a tidal tug. His body tensed up, magnetic field lines stiffening. Something was going to rip him to pieces now, he was sure of it.
But the moment never came. The tug was gentle, like a caress. A soft and pleasant force amongst the myriads of other, stronger forces that were wracking him from all sides.
The force wrapped itself around him, almost inviting him in.
The stars that had fled called to him, but he had no eyes with which to see their light. He quietly disappeared from view, vanishing into the darkness he could not sense.
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My digital drawing equipment isn’t working again, so I’ve been doing more writing in my spare time.
#writing#short fiction#astronomy#astrophysics#physics#star#giant star#black hole#science fiction#the AGB star basically flies into Tartarus' accretion disk and gets swallowed whole
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For all the time and effort it took to plan this one (1) brunch I am confused and not a little put off by Sibling seemingly trying to hurry us along and be done. I dunno, other than that it was... fine, I guess. But I find myself questioning the value of putting in the effort for family contact when I'm not sure what any of us are getting out of it.
I also took Spouse to see my old high school for shits and giggles and also just to... kinda test out whether that would do anything to my brain given where it's been at as of late. Nothing immediate or overwhelming. We'll see how long it takes for the feels to percolate to the surface.
After that, we walked to the beach. The storms have thrown a lot of debris up onto beach, a lot of driftwood and desiccated jellyfish and shells. I love that the ravens come hover next to you on the cliffs while they surf the air currents. The gulls don't care unless you have food, but the ravens seem like they just enjoy people-watching sometimes. There are very few things about San Francisco that hold any charms for me anymore, but something in the old lizard hind-brain still says GO TO THE WATER. I'm assuming this is just one of those things that happens to you if you grow up near the ocean; you'll always feel its absence when you can't live next to it. And yeah I still get to live near a giant honking lake but my brain is like NOT THE SAME. NOT THE RIGHT KIND OF WATER. Honestly, Ocean Beach might be the one thing that still feels like capital-H Home, that feels like something I am nostalgic for. The museums I loved as a child are unrecognizable to me now; the old shops are long gone; but at least there's still the waves and the sand and the ravens and gulls.
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WIP Wednesday
(I'm not late, I'm just early for next week!!)
Thanks to the amazing @totally-not-deacon for tagging me in this! I finally have an excuse to share a very early rough draft of the Deacon-centric fic I'm working on.
This WIP (the first part of this chapter, anyway) came about because of the Pepe Silvia meme and the way I think about Deacon every time I see it. Oh, and the concepts presented in this video. "I'm in your corner. Always have been." etc. etc.
I'm a Deacon conspiracy theorist because that's what he would have wanted 🤟🏼😔 Anyway, here's the WIP (1.2k words-ish). I'd tag someone but I genuinely don't know who writes and who doesn't, so consider this an open invitation!!
Three Years Earlier
Deacon took a long drag of his cigarette as he stared at the mess of notes and pinned images on the corkboard before him.
Was it an unnecessary method of organization?
Of course.
Did it entertain him to no end?
Oh, most definitely.
Not only that, but it was a welcome distraction from any of the actual work he should have been doing. Things within the Railroad had been slow lately and it was making him antsy. When Deacon got antsy, nothing good came of it.
He'd set up his personal headquarters two years prior, but only recently had made any use of it. That, and the corkboard he'd sneakily "borrowed" from the Switchboard, had been proving useful in his latest project.
For the past year, he'd been researching dead-end leads (according to Dez, anyway) almost nonstop. He'd tried to explain vaguely to Her Highness what he'd been up to upon his most recent check-in with her, but she didn't seem very interested in his insightful wisdom. Typical.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
Still, all of this work and nothing to show for it. He'd never admit she was right, but he had to wonder if his efforts were worth it in the long run.
Something was still missing… But what?
"Or who?"
Deacon's eyes widened as the lightbulb in his mind began flickering to life. It wasn't his strongest inclination, but it was there. He crushed out his cigarette in the overfull ashtray, standing quickly and moving to the board.
He shifted a few pins around and moved some of the papers in an effort to paint a clearer picture of heat he was dealing with.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad way to visualize his data after all.
There were many separate incidents and sightings involving the Institute, but they all seemed so tangentially related that he was almost convinced he'd imagined the connection in his head all along.
Almost.
Once satisfied with where he'd placed everything, he took a step back to admire his handiwork.
"Who are you?" he pondered aloud, lighting himself up another smoke as he thought deeply about the information before him.
He brought himself back to the first lead he'd gotten that had sent him on this wild goose chase to begin with.
The old man, demented in his age, would go on incessantly about some vault he'd found while exploring as a kid. His wife couldn't stand how obsessed with it he was. Deacon felt there must be a good reason for him to remember that above anything else. Like the birthdays of his three adult children. Or his own name, for that matter.
"Jenny," the elderly man said, pointing at nothing. "Jenny, look! They're taking a baby from that vault! I wonder if there's people down there?"
"That was well over fifty years ago, Richard. Give it a goddamn rest!"
Deacon almost missed that place - a small old folks home in one of the richer areas between the Capital and the Commonwealth. The amount of reconstructive surgery it had taken to get him back to looking like himself had him out of commission for a whole month. He shuddered a little at the thought.
Never again. Stick to prosthetics and really convincing makeup next time you go anywhere as a geriatric. Or just go as a caregiver instead… Dammit, Deacon, keep your head in the game. Think!
The experience itself had been one he didn't exactly cherish, but the stories he heard had been unbelievable.
Or so he thought.
When he'd asked Richard to tell him more about the vault, he had explained that he'd grown up near it and had seen a man and a woman leaving with a baby in tow. No one ever believed him, but he continued to swear up and down all these years later that he really had seen people leaving the vault.
It was only later than Deacon would connect the dots as to what vault he'd been referring to. It wasn't very far from his own HQ, only about a day's hike. Deacon had decided to set up a small camp there. At the time, he had wondered if perhaps there were people there that no one knew about. The area was rather deserted after all, save a Mr. Handy and some local wildlife.
No one knew much about the vault other than the old man, who croaked within a week of Deacon making his first inquiry.
For one reason or another, Deacon found himself fixated on the tale. A memory that strong had to mean something. He was determined to carry on Richard's legacy (obsession was perhaps more accurate) and prove everyone wrong in the process.
I hear you, Dick. Something isn't right about that vault. We'll show them, don't you worry.
He stared at the points on the board, contemplating them as if they were constellations in the sky and he was some ancient philosopher with the ability to divine a worldly truth from the heavens.
Except he was just an ordinary man, stuck out here rescuing synths from those who wished to exploit them. Yada, yada, yada.
The synths themselves had proven useful over the years. A handful of them were able to corroborate the theory that the Institute had a director. They called him 'Father'. An unimportant detail, of course, but it was always good to have a name for your enemy. It made hating them that much easier.
A lot of the sequences on the board didn't connect. Deacon was merely going off his gut instincts that these things were all correlated somehow.
He'd long since forgotten about his cigarette, only remembering it when it burned the tips of his fingers. He hissed, tossing it into the ashtray and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck on his wounds.
Another revelation struck him then as the pain began to fade into the background.
"Dick, you crazy son of a bitch!"
Deacon laughed to himself as he moved the write-up he had on Richard's mystery vault baby to the center of all the points. The image fell into place so clearly before him, he wasn't sure how it had taken him all these months to compose it.
"Well I'll be damned," he muttered, giving a low whistle at his own discovery.
The baby being 'Father' would only make sense. The vague timeline he'd pieced together from the beginning, with Richard's story, down to more recent information about the existence of 'Father' all slotted together effortlessly. The baby was taken from the vault and, within a year, there were reports of early third gen synths roaming the Commonwealth. Broken Mask was a prime example. An event that still had the people of Diamond City wringing their hands over the invisible boogeyman that was in the Institute.
These days, there was a noteworthy amount of buzz surrounding the vault again. None of the synths the Railroad had come across knew much about it, but the few that did speak of a 'buried treasure' provided all the more reason for Deacon to hold stock in his meticulously crafted theory.
Something was happening within the Institute, and that something most definitely involved the vault. After all this time, what remained in there that could possibly hold the interest of such an elusive, horrifying organization?
Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
Deacon gathered some supplies and readied himself to head out to his campsite for another stake-out. This time, he had a purpose for going aside from peaceful contemplation (and some private drinking).
This time, he was going to be doing actual research in the form of sitting around and waiting for something - or someone - to emerge from the vault.
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Borno wins $1.2m in primary healthcare leadership challenge
Borno has emerged as the best-performing state in primary healthcare delivery in the country and took home on Wednesday night, the sum of $1.2mThe flagship programme, a leadership challenge, is aimed at revamping the Primary Health Care Under One Roof policy in Nigeria through the commitment of State Governors to Primary Healthcare Funding.For the feat, Borno State got $700,000 for emerging as the best-performing state overall and $500,000 for emerging winner in the Northeast in the best-performing zonal awards category.The Zonal winners who got $500,000 each included Kwara, Jigawa, Rivers, Ondo, and Ebonyi States for North-Central, North-West, South-South, North-West and South-East respectively.The first runner-ups in each zone got $400,000 each and comprised the Federal Capital Territory for (North-Central), Bauchi for North-East, Zamfara for North-West, Abia for South-East, Edo for South-South and Ogun for South-West.Speaking at the event held at the Banquet Hall of the Presidential Villa, Abuja, a representative of the United Nations Children’s FUND, Christian Munduate said 13 states got prices totaling $6.1 million, in recognition and honour of “The exceptional leadership of Governors who have made significant investments in Primary Health Care across the country.According to her, the awards carry not only prestige but also huge significance given the positive impact made by the states in the lives of their people.According to Munduate, the award came into being in November 2019, “Where the Nigerian Governors were hosted in Seattle by visionaries Bill Gates and Alhaji Aliko Dangote. This historical gathering led to the creation of the primary healthcare leadership challenge.“This initiative is organised by the Nigerian Governors Forum, the National Primary Health Care Development Agency, and UNICEF, with the generous support of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and the Aliko Dangote Foundation.“The challenge aimed at enhancing Governors’ commitment to human capital development and primary health care, mobilize state resources, promote accountability and also to innovate for gender-specific health outcomes,” she saidOn the honours, she added that “These awards highlight the value placed on progress made towards primary health care and will be used by the winning states to further strengthen their existing efforts and initiatives for primary health care.“The Governors being recognized today have not only excelled but have also become shining examples for others to follow. Their achievements will be celebrated not only through public recognition, but also through personnel commendation by distinguished individuals, such as the Vice President, the Ministry of Health, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and the Aliko Dangote Foundation”, she said.The UNICEF Country Representatives said the vision behind the investment is not unconnected with the need to make primary healthcare accessible to women, girls, and children in Nigeria “Improve the leadership oversight management and delivery of essential health services at the sub-national level where there are building blocks for enhancing an overall health outcome.”She continued: “The 36 executive governors of Nigeria, under whose leadership we stand today (Wednesday) have a unique opportunity to accelerate progress and to create lasting challenges. The primary health care Leadership Challenge awards go beyond monetary values. They motivate governors to increase investments aligned with the Seattle Declaration and the Primary Healthcare Under One Roof Strategy while closing the gender gaps and removing barriers in their states.“It is important to highlight that this leadership challenge fosters strong federal-state partnerships to drive evidence-based healthcare delivery and improve health outcomes by pooling resources, sharing best practices, and overcoming challenges together.“I’m sure we can all achieve better health care for all Nigerians. So, as we celebrate the accomplishments of these exceptional leaders, let us remember that their success is not achieved in isolation. It is a testament to the hard work and dedication of countless individuals from healthcare professionals, to community health workers, to community leaders who have worked tirelessly towards the advancement of health.Speaking on behalf of Borno State, Governor Babagana Zulum, thanked the challenge partners, the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, the Dangote Foundation, the National Primary Health Care Development Agency and UNICEF, for the awards and promised to build on the successes already recorded.“I want to assure you this award is not only for the winners; it is for all of us so that collectively, we can promote affordable healthcare delivery systems in Nigeria. I want to assure you that we shall do everything possible to promote the health objectives of establishing healthcare primary healthcare in Nigeria, which is to bring healthcare closer to the communities.
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Where Walruses Go When Sea Ice Is Gone
The short documentary “Haulout” follows a scientist on a remote Arctic beach who witnesses the chaotic effects of climate change on Pacific walruses.
— By Carolyn Kormann | November 21, 2022
“This is irreversible, and the beginning of something really scary for this animal,” Evgenia Arbugaeva said, of climate change and its consequences on the Pacific walrus population.
In 2018, in the Siberian Arctic, the filmmakers Evgenia Arbugaeva and Maxim Arbugaev, who are sister and brother, arrived on a strange beach. “The sand was of dark colour, full of bones, and smelled terrible,” Arbugaeva recalled. Arbugaeva was working on a photography project about an Indigenous Chukchi community that practices subsistence hunting (whales, walruses, and seals, following the international quotas), and the siblings were on a hunt, at sea, when they landed on the beach. “In the middle of it stood the old hut,” Arbugaeva added. The hunters said that over the past decade, a young scientist had lived in the hut for several months out of each year, among thousands of walruses. “We were intrigued,” Arbugaeva wrote. They returned the following year to meet the scientist, a marine biologist named Maxim Chakilev, and take some photographs. “It was really overwhelming,” Arbugaeva said. “I was completely shocked by what I saw.”
The phenomenon that the Arbugaev siblings witnessed on that visit is the subject of their documentary, “Haulout,” which they filmed in 2020. The beach is situated in the remote region of Chukotka; to get there, they flew from Moscow to Anadyr, Chukotka’s capital, then took a small plane to the town of Lavrentiya, then took a passenger helicopter, which flies only once a month, to the tiny village of Enurmino, then caught a nine-mile boat ride with local hunters to the walrus beach, called Cape Serdtse-Kamen, which translates to Cape Heart-Stone. After arriving in mid-August, the Arbugaevs stayed for the entirety of Chakilev’s field season, until the first week of November, when the temperature was below zero degrees Celsius. They are accustomed to such conditions, having grown up in the tundra of Tiksi, in Yakutia, which neighbors Chukotka. “It’s kind of feeling like being at home,” Arbugaeva said.
Arbugaeva had worked previously as a photographer; “Haulout” is her film début. Arbugaev was a professional hockey player for fifteen years before he started making movies. (“It’s actually really helpful,” Arbugaeva said. “Physically, he is quite strong and has endurance for shooting in harsh conditions.”) Together, they’ve been covering stories about the Arctic for more than a decade. “Increasingly, these stories become about the tragedy of climate change,” Arbugaeva said. But, for this film, “it was such a visceral experience,” she said. “This is irreversible, and the beginning of something really scary for this animal.”
Historically, walruses rarely ventured onto land. They would rest on ice floes near the fields of molluscs that they dive to eat. Arbugaeva said that Chukchi hunters remember a time when the sea’s horizon would be black from all the walruses resting on the floating ice. But in recent years, with warming waters, the sea has been free of ice, and too many walruses are forced to haul out onto the beach. Since Chakilev started his observations, in 2011, there has been an enormous number of walruses hauling out: he estimates about eighty per cent of the entire Pacific walrus population. The closest mollusc fields are about a hundred miles away, Arbugaeva said, so the walruses “have to make a lot of effort to feed, and return to the beach quite exhausted.” In 2020, the year they filmed, there were record-high temperatures, and a record-high number of walrus deaths.
During the three-month shoot, the Arbugaevs lived with Chakilev in the beach’s tiny wood hut. They were surrounded by walruses on three occasions, when the animals were so tightly packed that the group was unable to leave the hut at all, each time for about a week. A walrus, on average, weighs about two thousand pounds. In 2019, the first time the siblings experienced it, the walruses surrounded them in the course of a single night, nearly bursting into the hut by dawn. Arbugaeva’s brother woke her up; he was pacing and breathing heavily. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” she told me. “The light was so surreal, very blue, it was all very dreamy.”
At times the claustrophobia intensified. “The smell of ammonia, excrement, and rotting flesh was excruciating,” Arbugaeva said. Her eyes constantly watered. The noise was constant, too, making it hard to sleep. “It sounded like an army of orcs from ‘Lord of the Rings,’ ” she said. Because it was so warm, there were also a lot of brown bears nearby who hadn’t been hibernating. “They were super aggressive,” she said, “so we were walking as three, always, and that added to this feeling of being trapped.” The bears, and even flocks of birds, would scare the walruses, which would set off a panicked stampede toward the water, leading to tramplings and deaths. “To see walruses dying right in front of me, and I couldn’t help them in any way,” Arbugaeva said, was the most difficult aspect of making the film. “For a few days, a baby walrus was stranded in our hut. It was all beaten up. There was no way to find his mother in the sea of walruses, and we had to leave it alone to die.”
The humans had to be careful not to cause a stampede themselves. The noise from their generator, and even unusual smells, spooked the walruses. They used batteries judiciously, and, when the walruses were close, they would forgo using their stove to heat the hut at all. (Fortunately, the heat of the walruses’ bodies made it warmer than normal.) The siblings filmed from the hut’s door, from the roof, from cracks in the walls. “It was just the three of us feeling our smallness, among this huge amount of animals,” Arbugaeva said. “Sometimes that line between human and animal was blurry. You start to tune into what they potentially could feel.”
Chakilev’s vigil, as seen in the film, takes on an almost spiritual element. His purpose at the cape is to monitor and collect data—on seasonal dynamics, sex and age structure of the population, mortality, and disturbance factors during the haulouts—but his attention seems devotional as well as academic. “Chukchi hunters told me that in the old days, before the Soviet colonization of Chukotka, each community had a shaman,” Arbugaeva told me. When walruses hauled out, the shaman would stay near the walruses to insure that people wouldn’t scare them, or hunt them when they were on the beach. She added that hunters in Enurmino sometimes call Chakilev the haulout keeper—a shaman for the age of disappearing ice.
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Name: Syrus (and his hellboar Raj)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 6’2”
Class: Rogue
Background: Criminal
Species: Sand elf (homebrew)
Disability/Disadvantage: missing his left eye
Personality: he’s overconfident, pushy and sometimes even a bit rude, but usually he means well. He’s just the type to be very loud and in your face, even when he’s just being excited and happy. It’s just the way he is. That, and he’s a bit of an idiot sometimes. Incredibly smart, but also an idiot.
Backstory: Syrus wasn’t born into luxury, or wealth, or really much of any kind of stable situation. He was born on the streets in a town just outside of the capital city in his desert homeland, born with nothing. His mother could barely support herself, much less the child that had been forced upon her. Still, she loved Syrus and did her best to take care of him, doing whatever it took to keep him fed. Unfortunately, that’s what ultimately cost her life. When Syrus was six years old, his mother fell ill from poisoned food she’d stolen, as did Syrus, but while he somehow survived the poison, his mother passed away, leaving her son alone and without anywhere to call home except the hidden nook in an old abandoned building. All he could do was try to survive the harsh desert streets, and he took to stealing just as his mother had.
He wasn’t so good at it at first, though, and often went days without any food at all, no matter how hard he tried. Likely, he would honestly have starved to death if he hadn’t met Mae. Only three years older, Mae was an orphan on the streets just like he was, and she found him one day curled up asleep next to his mother’s body. She felt sorry for the little boy, and quickly took him under her wing. Together they had as close as they could get to a proper funeral for his mother, before Mae took Syrus with her to her own secret hideaway, where there were at least a dozen other orphaned kids. From there, Mae taught him how to steal and trick others, because it’s what they had to do to survive, and he got good at it. The two of them were an inseparable duo, and an amazing team. At least… until Mae was killed when Syrus was nine.
Caught by a ruthless guard who cared nothing for their sob stories, Syrus and Mae fought wildly to escape, and almost made it except that the guard pulled a flintlock pistol from his belt and shot Mae.. and as the bullet passed through her, it also struck Syrus in the eye. Panicked and unable to see what had really become of Mae, the only thing he could do was run. He managed to escape, but only barely, and he returned to the other kids. As he did, though, the realization hit him. Mae was dead, and now he was the oldest kid. He was responsible for the rest of them now. So he made a promise to himself, that he would fulfill Mae’s dream, and that he would be the best leader these kids would ever have. He did everything for them, taught them what they needed to know. He made sure they knew how to read and write, and that they made sure to wash up and keep themselves clean. He kept them fed, and he kept them safe.
Unfortunately a few more lives were lost along the way, despite Syrus’s best efforts, and by the time he was seventeen, he was already infamous. They called him the Thief King, for by then there was almost no one he couldn’t rob, no locks he couldn’t unlock, no house he couldn’t break into. And he wasn’t just stealing food anymore. He stole clothes, money, jewels.. Everything he could get his hands on. But he also took in every orphaned kid without a place to go, and he looked after every one of them. To the rich, he was a plague upon them, but to the poor and downtrodden in the streets, he was their hero, their protector, their King…
And he didn’t stick to just that one town he’d been born in. No, his reach spread all across his desert homeland, and even further beyond their borders. In recent years as well, he’s started to make it across the oceans too, and the world will know of Syrus the Thief King. He does still always make sure to return home to look out for his crew.. His family. But he’s hellbent on causing trouble and achieving some personal goals. Of course.. his exploits have not gone unnoticed by the law, and he now has his own nemesis in the famous detective Josiah Lourde. A detective, who has been the only one to ever successfully catch Syrus, and he’s done it three times already. It seems that Syrus’s luck may be running out.
Syrus’s Stats
Strength: 14
Dex: 19
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 11
Constitution: 11
Charisma: 13
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Racial Features:
• Within 60 feet of you, treat dim light as bright, darkness as dim light
• Immune to magical sleep, advantage on saves vs charmed
• Meditating 4 hours counts as 8 hours of rest
• Perception proficiency
• Longsword, shortsword, shortbow, longbow proficiency
• Can hide while lightly obscured by natural phenomena
• You have a higher tolerance for warm climates and higher temperatures
• Your movement is not slowed when traveling across desert terrain
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Chapter 5: ‘The Scorching Witch’ returns. Witch-sama grills a gigantic fish
“Yuo-sama, I will be guiding you around the village today on behalf of my grandfather.” (Hannah)
As its ruler, it’s important for me to be familiar with Yapan as a whole, so the day after we arrived, we decided to check the village and territory out.
Hannah, the village chief’s granddaughter, volunteered to be our guide. She looked cute with her short golden hair. She efficiently showed us around and never lost her bright smile.
But she still looks thin and undernourished.
I firmly vow to build a prosperous village so that her condition will improve!
"Yuo-sama, this is Noboribetsu Cave." (Hannah)
After touring for an hour or so, we finally arrived at the place that I wanted to visit the most. The place where my grandfather excavated those strange objects was near the cliff.
Maybe more interesting things are buried there
The might even be a dungeon! Just the thought already has my heart racing.
… but once I got closer, I was disappointed.
Noboribetsu Cave was just a normal cave. It was no more than 10 meters deep and didn’t even look like it would have slimes in it.
Eeh? I thought we would see something interesting.
"... there must be some secret passageway or something. Lara, let’s look into it.” (Yuo)
"Roger that!" (Lara)
Thinking that it was suspiciously empty, I decided to go snooping around the cliff with Lara. I’m sure this was where my grandfather excavated all those weird junk so I still believe I will find things there. Hannah helped us by moving some rocks around.
However, even after an hour of searching, we still didn’t find anything.
Hmmm… I guess it’s not gonna be easy.
Just when I was giving up, I heard Hannah's sharp voice.
"Lord! Please leave immediately! That’s the Great Earthfish that attacked grandpa recently!" (Hannah)
I turned around and saw a 10-meter-long fish coming toward us with its mouth open! It swam in the soil and had two heads. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a fish like this. It looked quite familiar to a fish I saw in the capital called ‘porgy’ (鯛).
I just know this will taste good grilled.
“I’m gonna distract it! Eiyahh!” Hannah pulled out the sword on her waist and boldly challenged the monster.
She’s surprisingly very agile.
Hannah’s agility helps her dodge the monster's attacks with aplomb.
For someone so thin, she’s actually a magic swordsman?
However, the monster's skin looked hard and impenetrable. In an effort to protect us, a back-and-forth battle between Hannah and the gigantic fish began.
“Ugh, I don’t have any strength since I haven’t eaten yet…” (Hannah)
Although Hannah was able to keep up, her movements started getting duller for some reason. Seeing this, the monster opened its mouth wide and took advantage of Hanna’s weakness.
“I can still hold him off! Master, please return to the village and call for backup! Ice attack, [Ice Lance]!” (Lara)
Just in time! Lara shot an ice attack from her palm to save Hannah. She then instructed me to evacuate as soon as possible.
Lara may have a point. As a lord, I should probably go back to the village and call for help. Regardless of the fact that I’ve been banished, I’m still Lara’s master and the lord of this fief. I can't just leave the two of them behind and run away. It’s my duty to protect my people, and I have the means to fight.
My [Heater Skill] can cause anything I touch to heat up and explode. In other words, if I get this big fish extremely hot, it’s gonna be grilled, right?
“Lara, I’m going to blow this fish up. You take care of Hannah.”
The two-headed, ground-swimming fish is very large but its movement was linear and predictable. While it swimming toward me, I avoided it by jumping on its back and then touched it.
I concentrated on the thought, “Explode!”
At the next moment, the monster's right head exploded with a loud sound. Blast waves from the explosion caused Hannah to stumble and almost fall if not for Lara’s quick aid.
“Great job, master! But watch out, it’s still attempting to escape!” (Lara)
With one of its heads blasted off, the fish immediately attempts to escape its current predicament.
“Oh no, you won’t! This is for attacking the village!"
The monster tried to escape, its head attempting to dive into the cliff.
It would be a hassle if it escapes into the cliff. But I won’t let that happen. If I let it escape, it might retaliate against the village.
“You’re gonna blow up!” (Yuo)
With little only a bit of its body remaining, I put my hand on the monster’s tail. I concentrated on the thought of blowing it up and immediately ran away.
Dogaaaaam!
The cliff collapsed with an unusual sound. I felt a sharp pain behind my ears. The area was covered with debris.
Oops… It seems I made it too strong. My bad.
Hannah said it was a tough opponent, I hope it’s okay that I blew it up. Well, it's just fish anyway, what’s there to be scared of?
"Master! That was amazing! It’s like you’re the child of destruction, the Scorching Witch!" (Lara)
After I confirmed that the monster was gone for good, I receive weird praise from Lara.
It feels good to be praised.
But the "Scorching Witch" is a witch from legends, a witch who scorched everything to the ground. It might be fictional but no young lady would want to be associated with such an infamous character.
“Ehh, that’s not good…” (Yuo)
No matter what, I don’t want to be known as something so violent like a Scorching Witch. Why can’t I be called Guardian of Flames or the Lady of Blaze?
“Scorching Witch? Haaaaaaaah? Lord-sama is the Scorching Witch?!” Hannah exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.
Don’t tell me…
“That's not true! It was just a metaphor, okay? There's no way I'm a witch!” I tried to correct Hanna before she has some weird ideas.
It would troublesome if weird rumors spread at an important time in my reign as lord. Plus, I don’t want to be mistaken for a violent and scary witch. It's as crazy as claiming to be the reincarnation of the Earth Mother Goddess.
"Fufufu, did you just realize? Indeed, in a way, master is the Scorching Witch." Lara says admittedly, fanning the flames.
This is supposed to be a joke! Don’t say such things to a naive country girl or else she might actually believe you!
Hannah has a strange twinkle in her eye, I'm afraid she's the type of person who would take a joke seriously.
“I knew it! There's no way you would be able to defeat a Great Earthfish, a monster that preys on forest dragons, with just your bare hands if you were just a normal lady! I'll make sure to let the villagers know so they don’t get careless!" Hannah said with excitement, emphasizing how vicious of a monster that fish was.
I heard that even with their combined efforts, the entire village was still unable to defeat that fish.
NO NO NO NOOO! I just heated it up a bit and it exploded, I didn’t do too much!
Guuuuuuuu~ A strange noise came from Hannah's stomach.
"Ah, I'm so sorry!" Hannah apologized in shame while blushing.
Come to think of it, during the fight, she mentioned that she didn’t have strength because she hasn’t eaten yet. That’s why she wasn’t able to finish off such a weak fish [1].
“I see! No one has the strength to handle the monsters around here due to hunger…” (Yuo)
The villagers lack nutrition and therefore don’t have the strength to fend for themselves. After all, people have to eat properly to fight, don't they?
“Hannah, I'm sorry blew most of the fish up. If there are any edible parts left, you can take it to the villagers so they can eat too.” (Yuo)
I instructed Hannah to retrieve the fish. Monsters are edible anyway so the villagers could feast on it instead of leaving it here to rot.
“Hiiiiiieeeee! Are you sure you don’t want to keep it for yourself? It’s a ten-year-old Great Earthfish, it’s meat is very nourishing, you know?" (Hannah)
“We can't eat it all by ourselves. You can have it." (Yuo)
"Thank you very much! Witch-sama’s mercy is making me cry. I love you, Witch-sama!" Hannah took my hand and shook it.
She immediately dashed back to the village. What? She called me ‘Witch-sama’ so naturally.
Oh no, this is definitely a trend that's gonna stick!
“Lara, what were you thinking? Everyone’s gonna think I’m a witch even though I have zero magic power!” (Yuo)
"Well, it’s all part of my plan to let everyone know how strong master is.” (Lara)
Unsurprisingly, Lara didn’t mind what I was saying despite my desperate protests. I really don’t think strategies like this would be useful in such a remote area.
“Nonetheless, you truly are an ideal feudal lord, master. Distributing food to your people was very compassionate of you.” (Lara)
“No, no, it’s not that big of a deal!” (Yuo)
I just believe that food should always be shared.
It’s true that some feudal lords, like my stupid brothers, hoard all their territory’s resources instead of distributing them to their people, but that’s not how I want to lead my territory.
“Master is a great lord. Let's all work together to turn this frontier into the most powerful nation!” Lara said happily.
The most powerful nation, huh? That's a far cry from the slow life imagined. But I don’t mind making my father and brothers regret ever banishing me by making this land prosper.
While watching the sunset at the frontier, a new goal sprouted in my heart.
<<Scorching Witch’s Recent Gain>>
Great Earthfish meat
A gigantic fish-shaped monster usually found at the frontier. It can swallow a lesser dragon with ease. Two-headed variants are polished and seasoned hunters. Can be a great source of delicious white meat.
<<Scorching Witch’s Ability>>
[Thermal Blast]
Level: Quasi-death technique
Transmitting an excessive amount of heat, any target she touches explodes. This includes hard objects like boulders and tough metals. When used on humans, it cannot be defended against and disintegrates the limbs.
(T/N)
She genuinely thinks that fish was easy to kill…
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storm update: Karding/Noru, small hours
I haven't been out of my boarding house since five in the afternoon and I only had a second of sudden power outage before the lights went back on
as of 1:33 am (typing this paragraph) the eye is out of Luzon and back in the sea where it's going to power up to devastate continental southeast Asia, especially Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand
Luzon took the worst hit at region 3, provinces immediately north of the capital region, and yesterday was just the day when some of the rice fields look ready for harvesting so this is going to be another food crisis as well
winds recorded were upwards of 260 km/h, reports of sheet metal roofs flying off, people have died, power outages over entire provinces, rescue efforts are already happening: private citizen rescuers are braving the storm first, govt is also working but state media being state media it's not easy to trust
monsoon rains will keep messing around with us this Monday, not sure if I want to go out any farther than campus grounds
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