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voraciousvore · 4 months

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Hot Chocolate

Ever imagine being a tiny on a freezing cold day, and sitting on a marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate? :3

Winter-themed g/t vore oneshot below (2.1k words)

Content warning: soft, fatal, willing vore (an unusual combination, I know, but this is my version of comfort vore, as bleak as it may be)

Life was always hard for tiny people in a giant world, but this winter was especially brutal. The snow accumulated on the ground higher than we were tall, turning the landscape into a frozen white wasteland. Food was scarce as the plants withered and died into bare skeletons. The cold was bitter and biting, significantly worse than in previous years. Most of the time, us tiny folk would hole ourselves up in underground shelters with stashes of supplies and hope for the best until spring.

However, this year, calamity struck. A blizzard destroyed our shelter, ripped open our tunnels, and exposed us to the harsh elements. Wild animals raided our stores of salted meat, grains, berries, and nuts, and the flesh-eaters devoured many of our own before we could fight them off with sharpened spears fashioned from twigs. In the aftermath, most of us starved from lack of food or died from exposure. When a gigantic fox attacked us, I was separated from the rest of the group, and I returned to find my entire tribe demolished, their red blood still bright and fresh in the white snow.

I was alone, and I knew no matter how much I struggled, I probably would not survive the winter. I fought my internal despair as savagely as I fought the external world around me. The woods were a severe and unforgiving environment, full of life-threatening hazards and carnivores. My clothes were threadbare from snagging on thorns and branches, and failed to protect me sufficiently from the chill. I was hungry, tired, and cold—so horribly, painfully, agonizingly cold.

Without the support of my family, I realized there was only one place for me to go where I might have the slimmest chance to live. I desperately needed food, as well as clothing and tools that I lacked the skill to fashion on my own. I might be able to find some raw materials in the forest, if I got lucky, but supplies were more plentiful in the giant city nearby.

I dreaded going anywhere near the giants, though. They were extremely dangerous, miles tall, and aggressively hungry for any human morsels despite how ridiculously small we were compared to them. Despite us being no larger than the size of a giant fingernail, they viewed humans as special delicacies, and would typically eat any human they discovered without hesitation, purely for pleasure. They also possessed a keen sense of smell for hunting any humans that attempted to hide from them. Normally, I would avoid the giant city like the plague.

In this case, though, I was desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. So I left the relative safety and quiet emptiness of the woods for the hustle and bustle of the city. On my way there, I rubbed pungent herbs all over my clothes and body in the hopes that they would successfully conceal my scent. The snow would probably wash some of the smell off, but it was worth a try. Fluffy flakes fluttered down from the gloomy gray sky, and I picked up the pace so I wouldn’t get buried under layers of snowfall.

I emerged from the trees to a plain of white and gray. The silhouettes of titantic buildings far in the distance, speckled with yellow lights from the windows, gradually sharpened through the brumal flurries as I approached. When I finally reached the roads, I found them slushy and wet. I was splashed by frigid, dirty, salty water that chilled me to the bone whenever a gargantuan car roared past. The wetness saturating my clothes only added to my misery and made me freeze faster. I shivered uncontrollably as I watched my breath form visible puffs in front of my face.

I was reaching a point of no return: Either I would find salvation here, or perish a heartless death, with nobody to mourn me. As I trudged through the layers of snow and slush, I was having increasing difficulty forcing my legs forward. I kept having to brush piles of snow off my head and shoulders and shoes. My fingers and toes hurt as the winter frost nipped them with its icy teeth. I feared I would soon be frozen in place, like a statue carved from ice.

The fear in my heart exploded as I penetrated deeper into the city and the giant inhabitants stomped past me, bundled in thick layers of winter gear. Not too many of them were out and about, on account of the weather, but every towering colossus that came near me jolted my heart with terror. Their footsteps shook the earth, and their immense shoes splattered me with chilly droplets. While none of them detected the insignificant creature at their feet, I still feared being crushed into a red stain. I sank further into misery with every leaden step.

I had journeyed far, but I spied on the horizon a coffee shop that I believed would save me. If I could slip through the door, I’d be warm. I could find crumbs to eat on the floor. It’d be risky, but I might yet survive. I forced my legs, which were growing numb, to progress in a straight line. My hands and feet were blocks of ice by now, and my whole body was screaming in pain, but I kept moving. Just a little farther.

I was almost to the door, perhaps a few hundred feet away, when I found I could no longer move. No matter how much I internally screamed at my body to proceed, I was overwhelmed with agonizing cold. I collapsed with a shudder, curling up into a quivering ball. My consciousness was fading, but I strained to stay awake. If I passed out here, I’d never wake up again.

A shadow encompassed my vision. At first, I believed I was beholding the specter of death itself, until the looming figure crouched down over me, dwarfing me with its impossible size. A giant. A terrifying, bloodthirsty, man-eating giant. I was doomed. I couldn’t even scream or run with how frozen I was. I could only shiver as I saw in my peripheral vision a massive hand hover over me, until the tips of a gloved finger and thumb closed around me. I had been captured.

I felt a rush of vertigo as the giant stood up, and I ascended at a whirling speed to incomprehensible heights. I was blind, muffled by thick wooly fabric from his gloves. He released his hold on me and I plopped onto something plushy and warm that gently rippled beneath me like a boat in a lake. Heavenly heat radiated from below. I instinctively snaked my hand down, craving the warmth, but was met with a searing heat that made me jerk my arm back with a sharp yelp. My fingers stung with sharp pins and needles. Whatever the heat source was, it scalded me in my current half-frozen state.

The tepid warmth that did reach me wasn’t enough to thaw out my insides, but it helped to bring me back to full awareness. I opened my eyes and sat up, trembling, only to see I was sitting on a big, soft, white mass, surrounded by other identical fluffy cylindrical shapes, bobbing in a hot brown sea of sweet-smelling liquid. The realization hit me like a truck. I was sitting on a giant marshmallow, in a thick pile of other marshmallows, that were floating in a great big mug of hot chocolate.

I nearly fell backwards off my marshmallow perch into the boiling lake when the giant’s enormous face, like a mountainside, loomed over the lip of the mug and stretched high above me and outward in all directions. I had never seen a giant’s countenance up close, since their heads were usually so far up in the sky, so the sight was quite a shock. His skin was pale from the wintry bluster, but his nose and cheeks were flushed red. He was clean-shaven and looked to be in his 20s.

“Hey there, little one,” his voice boomed, like the voice of a god, making me flinch. “You look cold. Want me to help you warm up?” He spoke through a pair of vast, plushy, pink lips easily the length of six men. The steam of his breath felt divine on my icy skin. I was so miserably cold, to the point where I feared I may never experience a comfortable temperature again. I was sorely tempted. Without concern for the consequences, I nodded. I would do anything to be warm again, to not freeze to death.

His lips curved into a devious smirk. He tilted the mug as he touched the edge to his mouth and took a small sip. I couldn’t help but squeak in fear as the heap of marshmallows rushed towards the edge, carrying me with them.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” the giant teased. Raw terror pierced my heart as his mouth opened slightly, showing off massive white teeth that beckoned into an unfathomable darkness beyond. Even so, I was so, so fatigued from the unbearable cold that even now burrowed through my worn clothes, tearing at me with icicles for teeth. I couldn’t take it anymore; I just wanted to give in. The heat from the beverage, from the giant’s body, was so close, so tantalizing, yet just out of my grasp. I nodded again, sealing my fate.

The giant raised a thick eyebrow, curling his mouth into an amused smirk again, but obliged. The immense lips parted, showing a glimpse of the forbidden depths, yet the warmth of his internals drew me in like a moth to a flame. The mug tipped forward, and before I could regret my decision I was swept inside in a deluge of marshmallows and chocolate.

The mouth closed, cutting off the chill from the wind. The space within, encircled by walls of teeth, was easily as big as a living room. The warmth kissed me in a loving embrace like stepping into a sauna. The marshmallows dissolved underneath me into a sticky puddle, and the liquid from the beverage flowed down the gullet yawning in front of me, yet the giant kept me in his mouth. I lounged back on the huge fleshy tongue, soaking in the heat like a jacuzzi. It felt so good to finally give in, to give up, to no longer have to struggle through miles of snow. I should’ve been terrifed, but I was desperate for heat.

The tongue curled around me, massaging me against the rows of teeth and the roof of the mouth as it explored my flavor. As wonderful as the physical sensations were, my body tingled with prickles of pain as the numbness from the cold wore off and blood circulated to my extremities. Even with the heat flooding over me, along with a bath of saliva, I was still frozen in my core. I shivered violently. I needed more; the mouth couldn’t provide me with enough. I was greedy for heat.

In that moment, I stopped caring about anything else. I had nothing left in my life anyways; everyone I knew was dead; I just wanted to be warm and comfortable in my last moments, above all else. I crawled alongside the row of craggy white molars, sidling up to the red meat of the gums, sensing the pulse of hot blood through the flesh. Deeper inside, it would be warmer. I crept over the curve of the slimy tongue as I descended toward the throat. I slid down into the squishy chute, and it gladly received me, flexing tightly around my tiny body as the giant swallowed.

The throat squeezed tightly around me in a tender hug as it dragged me down to the internal depths. The pressure was strong, yet pleasant, kneading me down through his immense chest. His heartbeat throbbed in my ears, and the expansion of his lungs compressed me further as I slid down. I fell deeper and deeper until I eventually splashed into his stomach.

The infernal heat felt divine, enveloping me to the point where I was smothered. At long last, I was warm, blessedly warm, in gurgling heaven. I curled up and allowed the shifting walls to churn me up in the boiling fluid. Like a marshmallow in a cup of hot cocoa, I melted into the larger whole, blissfully free from my tormented existence.

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tallsc · 11 months

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I was wondering if you could do an analysis on Dark. I've seen a lot of interpretations of him that paint him as a good person/jerk with a heart of gold/tragic figure/etc. despite the fact he seems to be just unsympathetic, pure evil to me. Is there something from canon that actually hints Dark isn't truly heartless?

So unfortunately, I think we don't really have enough on Dark to go on for a canon-based analysis like the ones I usually do. I excel in finding consistent little details across a wide spread of episodes and, unfortunately, there isn't all that much to go on with Dark, at least not enough that hasn't already been discussed that I can claim to be canon.

That said, while there's nothing I can definitively say to be true, there are a few things that I use when trying to decide on my interpretation of the character. These actions haven't been repeated enough for me to say definitively that they mean something deeper, but there are little bits and pieces from canon that can imply that Dark's not 100% heartless if you want them to imply that.

First, I would just like to point out nobody thinks of Chosen as the bad guy, yet they were doing exactly what Dark was doing for some time before they decided to stop. In fact in AvA 3 Chosen was the one encouraging Dark to go destroy stuff. Dark just kept going for a little longer than Chosen did, so we tend to see Dark as the bad guy and Chosen as the good guy.

Second, the thing Dark got into a fight with Chosen about wasn't about "oh you need to stop fighting random sticks", we have no data on if Dark would have gotten into a physical fight with Chosen if that was the point of contention. The fight happened because Chosen was trying to stop Dark from hurting Alan, the guy who basically brainwashed Dark into fighting the person who would become their only friend and who had been holding said friend captive for years.

It's pretty clear Dark has a strong desire for revenge, which is, y'know, a villain trait to be fair, but it still can lead to a more three-dimensional character than just "oh Dark is 100% unredeemably evil". Dark wants revenge against Alan, so when Chosen tried to stop them from getting that revenge after so many years, that revenge turned on Chosen. And since Dark was never taught to care about other sticks' lives - they were born to kill, and their only friend was still teaching them to kill for quite a while - the Color Gang were just insignificant casualties to Dark.

So, at least how I tend to view it when I think of Dark, is that if Dark maybe learned some from that whole experience, if that was enough of a wake-up call, that they'd start to follow a similar path that Chosen did. I think they'd be able to. Chosen went from mindlessly hurting people to being a better kinder stick, why couldn't Dark? Dark has one role model and that's Chosen, and Chosen was not a good role model for long time so Dark wasn't a good person. If Dark survived this, Chosen's a much kinder person now and Dark just got the wake-up call of a lifetime telling them that they need to change something, and I think they have the ability to.

That said, my interpretation of Dark isn't a perfect kind person, my interpretation would be a Dark who still wants to hurt people who get in their way and take revenge on those who harm Dark or anyone Dark cares about, but also a Dark who's just now starting to recognize that those wants aren't something they should act on and is doing their best to figure out better ways to express that anger and desire for revenge.

But that's just my interpretation, I try to keep it close to what I think is canon but I don't really know what canon is or what it's gonna be as AvA 6 continues,

Although, before I end, I do just have to point out my strongest evidence.

They did a yay

They can't be truly evil if they do a yay ^-^

#alan becker #analysis #kinda #animator vs animation #the dark lord #the chosen ones #aftermath au #it's a character interpretation so i think it goes in the aftermath au #i'm best with the og sticks cause they have all the episodes #i can find all the little details #dark's only got like two episodes and they're both 90% fighting #don't have much to go on here #although they did do a yay

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blood-injections · 1 year

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Thinking about Korse in the comics when he’s been gradually getting free will and making his own choices after god knows how long of being the directors lap dog and of all things he’s found love and happiness in this cold city but then it gets taken away from him. He’s actively hiding the relationship and protecting his lover because as he says in the comic, he can’t take the day off to relax becuase “I can’t do anything that would make her suspect you exist- that we exist.” Because his lover would be killed for it and he’d be severely punished. But the director figures him out and seriously, I adore Becky Cloonan but fuck her for the way she drew the fear and pain in Korse’s eyes. He’s not at home and the directors talking and you can see how fucking scared he is and he runs home to find his lover slaughtered and the bedroom covered in his blood and he cradles his body and cries. Once he was a killing machine with no thought of his own and now he’s on the other end of it all, having the only thing he loves being taken away. And the director tries to reprogram him, saying that love has made him weak and that emotions have no place in battery city, in a heartless killer like him. She says “there’s something wrong with you and we are going to fix it.” but he refuses to be fixed. Before this happens he already let Blue escape, says he’s had enough too. And then he finally, for the first time in his life, fights back. Owns that there’s nothing wrong with him, that the only thing that’s wrong is the director and bat city. He destroys the thing that was meant to reprogram him and he kills the director and says “no more killing” and as battery city is saved he flees, driving into the desert, headed who knows where, with a picture of him and his lover clipped to the sun visor and he touches it so gently, fingers lingering tenderly over a happy memory.

He’s free, but if he went to anyone they wouldn’t pity him even if they knew what he had lost, because everyone else has lost so much more at his hands. He’s done so many unforgivable things, killed the Fab Four and who knows how many other rebels. But that also wasn’t him, he was controlled by the director, the drugs, he wasn’t a person until the last couple years. But nobody accepts that, just continues to fear him even though the war is over and when all he wants is to not be lonely.

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telekinetic-electronica · 10 months

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let’s talk about neo metal sonic.

Metal Sonic has definitely been a fan favorite over the years. He’s one of Sonic’s first rivals, next to Knuckles. He has been in many games. And Heroes, was to be honest, his big role overall in terms of story. I want to look at what his Neo form means, canonically and how people taken his Neo form within the fandom.

First, let’s start off with something, I’m gonna call Metal Neo from here on out. Neo, at his core, is honestly an insanely tragic character. He struggles with an identity crisis, the moment he has free will. He wants to be his own person so bad, but he’s still VERY much tied to Sonic. The purpose he’s meant to destroy and overcome.

And I also wanna say, a lot of Neo’s issues come from Eggman. I also wanna say, Eggman is nothing like his portrayal, fanon wise. This man is very selfish. He berates his creations, threatens to hurt them, and sees them as something he can use. Neo isn’t exempt from this. And before any brings up Sage,

I do like Eggman having a human moment with Sage, but just because an abusive parent is nice to one kid, it doesn’t mean he didn’t abuse his other kids. I don’t know where this whole “doting father” thing came from, but it’s fanon and something heavily Ian Flynn leans into, and it isn’t canon. (Like he literally blew that conch thing and just like. Messed up with the Zeti’s heads because they “disappointed him, and listed off things he’s “done for them”, Ik he’s a villian, point still stands.)

And because of this, it drives Neo, but at the cost... of a lot. It’s often hinted at that Neo actually really doesn’t fucking like Eggman and hates of the shit he says to him. Him failing to finally end Sonic. Him always being left to the side lines to just... die.

Sonic just leaving him, after the day ends. Or Eggman just leaving him there. Until he’s ready for the next mission, and whenever Eggman feels like it. Neo has no support system, and he’s just driven by this overall need to prove himself. To prove he’s not some unlovable failure to Sonic and to his creator.

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“I WAS CREATED FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF DESTROYING YOU. BUT I COULD NEVER SEEM TO DEFEAT YOU. THAT IS WHY I TRANSFORMED MY OWN BODY WITH MY OWN HANDS. BUT THAT WAS THE PAST. NOW YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A SPEC OF DUST TO ME.” “SEE ME AS I AM, NO LONGER AFRAID OF ANYTHING.” Like, it’s quite clear that Neo DOES have feelings. If he weren’t alive, in some way, he wouldn’t be able to use chaos control during his fight with Sonic and co. And I think we all know what he’s afraid of. Afraid of, what they implying and saying about him is right. The only REAL person to try and reach out to Neo is, Shadow. And guess who was also used as a living weapon?

(I know Sonic has done so as well, but let’s be honest, those moments are kind of rare?)

They both were. Neo, really doesn’t have, anyone. He was viewed as a heartless, monster, who is obedient to Eggman, no matter what. He had nobody, and let’s be honest, Neo definitely ran away from Eggman to develop his Neo form and Metal Overlord. He was alone and gone, for God knows how long, and I’m gonna be honest, I think this form was him having a mental break down.

This stage is literally called “Metal Madness.” And God, let’s talk about his Neo form, for a bit.

Neo broke away from Eggman’s control and is FINALLY taking action for his own life. Sure, evil purposes, but still to him, he’s freed from Eggman shackles, and can you really blame Neo for doing so? He was basically raised to be nothing but to do evil shit, and with no warm or kindness extended to him. Or it was really fucking rare. He had nothing but just bitter and anger to drive him, revenge to drive him forward, and it tore him apart. No emotional system, he was just left. Alone.

Neo is taking control of his own life and forming his own destiny. Neo means new. New Metal Sonic. Neo Metal Sonic. Which is why I think a lot of fellow trans people, (I’m a trans male myself), have been flocking to Neo’s, well, Neo form. Because he’s no longer conforming to whatever Eggman wants him to be. He created his Neo form on his own, it’s HIS identity, and Eggman can’t take that away from him. He’s Neo and he’s here to stay. Now, God, getting to this part, it’s always just... so sad to me, from Neo’s POV.

Sonic and co. finally defeat Neo, and we here him cry out. Now, they’re all happy and cheery, while Sonic taunts of him a rematch. He had put his all into these new forms of himself, he was so certain for ONCE, he was gonna win. He was gonna be able to prove he’s not some fake Sonic or a mistake. And when he did his best, he failed. Miserably so. “AUUGH! NO! WHY?! I HAD IT ALL!” when he says this line, you can just hear how... miserable he sounds. Because to him, he was finally doing something RIGHT for once.

“IT’S NO USE... BUT WHY CAN’T I DEFEAT YOU?”

I think, after everything I said, speaks for itself. And has he says this, he reverts into his base form and turns off. Omega holds him in his arms and Shadow looks somberly at him. The two people who were used as nothing but seen as living machines, also holding a fellow seen as nothing but a living machine.

It’s a very somber feeling, looking back on it all. The big question for Neo is: will he be free or just... stuck in a cyclical cycle of being defeated and just loosing?

I think his theme song: What I’m Made Of also just highlights his character perfectly, too.

#abuse tw #sonic the hedgehog #neo metal sonic #metal sonic #metal overlord #metal madness #sth #sth neo metal sonic #sth metal sonic #sonic the hedgehog analysis #sth analysis

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neverchecking · 10 months

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hi how was your day? good i hope ^^ here to bring you my thought of the day:

i just know Cal has a praise kink. think about it. he got so much shit from everyone, especially Fauna, about things that were out of his control. he didn’t choose to have his destiny as the legendary hero forced on him at such a young age. he wasn’t responsible for the calamity arriving before everyone was ready. and he certainly didn’t want to die at the hands of what was supposed to help, only for that stuck up and arrogant princess to finally unlock her powers that were only enough to stall the calamity, not destroy it.

so when Cal meets Reader and he’s suddenly acknowledged, thanked, and even rewarded for what he does? it’s so bizarre and awkward at first but then he slowly starts getting used to the positive attention and even craving it. and when Reader goes out of her way to praise anything he does? he’s melting and on his knees.

somewhat related to my last ask, let’s say Reader is riding Cal. he’s already beyond grateful that his God(dess) is allowing him to touch and please them. but when they start complementing and praising him? telling him how good he makes them feel? how he’s such a good boy just for them? he loves it. mans is whimpering and crying for his divine, eager to hear more sweet words from them.

(it’s only after i finished typing this that i realize the position they’re in doesn’t really matter LMAO but i’m a whore for riding these men)

-🐝

🐝anon, you know I always look forward to your thoughts.

Cal has the absolute biggest praise kink. Like, you think Sky is the first to cry during sex? No, no, no. He is one of the few that does, but he isn't the first. It's Cal. He's the first to break, absolutely shatter, under Reader's touch because it's so against what he's used to. And he's addicted. It's like heroin to him. He's gotten one hit, and he needs another. Over and over and over again. He is begging for Reader to touch him, just a little, to love him and cherish him like a living being and not some stone statue.

Okay, while wriiting this response, I had this idea:

So imagine all the The triplets Zeldas end up in the same world idk how, and the chain is there or whatever. Okay, the trio of Zeldas are all talking about how heartless and stone cold their Links are; the absolute image of a knight and how their supposed to be. (Not so much Wild or Sage anymore, but once upon a time) and the other Links are just ??? And point out a window where the triplets and Reader are all in a giant doggy pile taking a nap in the sun bc they can. Like Sage is on his back with Reader's head on his chest, one arm around their collarbone and the other behind his back. Wild is on one side of reader and Cal is on the other. Wild is all but clinging to Reader's side, cradling himself in their one arm as it intertwines in his hair while Cal his clinging onto the other arm as if it'll be taken from him. Cal is free of his heavy armor and looks so at peace. Wild doesn't seem destroyed by nightmares and night terrors. Sage isn't snapping and growling, not even a scowl, instead he's calm and at ease, looking as if he's even enjoying himself.

The zeldas cant believe it and one even goes to demand they return to their posts because Their heroes. Not nobodies who can spend the day napping away.

And the other Links, assuming this is a Poly chain, just laugh at them,. Tear them to shreds. They may not like the other Links, but they make their Goddess happy. And thats all that matters.

#cinder rambles #🐝anon

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steelcladbutterfly · 1 year

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Yandere Cecaelia: Brishon

This is one of my more enjoyable pieces to write, but it always felt a little janky whenever I reread it. Regardless, hopefully it is good enough for you to read as well.

A cecaelia is a mythical creature kind of like a mermaid, but with the bottom half of an octopus instead of a fish tail. Think Ursula from the little mermaid.

Cecaelia’s name is Brishon.

Once upon a time, legends say that in the midst of a storm that nearly ended the world as many know it, a monster was born into the world. The mother had been stated to have messed around with the darker forces of the world, including consorting with witchcraft and horrible beasts that all the world over were frightened of.

None of this has ever been truly proven, but the child she bore into the world was proof enough to string her up and cast the baby into the sea to fend for itself. It was said the baby was born with tentacles sprouting from its lower half and when it let loose its first scream, lightning struck the ground around the cliffside cottage it was born into and thunder shook the air for miles around.

The woman who gave birth to the frightful creature was also a widower and was said to have killed her previous husband for experiments and sold many parts of the body to the black underbelly of the world. Thus, when she became pregnant rumors circulated that she cast a spell on herself or did the carnal deed with the monsters she consorted with.

When the baby was first revealed to the world and many looked upon it with horrorstruck eyes, the rumors were immediately dispelled and were put in solid stone as facts. Thus, they killed the mother and tossed the baby.

It was said that the storm had reached its peak not when the baby was born, but when the woman was executed. Many believe that it was the baby watching its mother die that caused what happened next.

Not many in that village survived, but those that did said that the moment the woman’s eyes lost their light, a huge wave engulfed nearly the entire town and the baby’s body stretched and contorted until it towered above the town. It was said to have let loose a frightful screech and appeared to control the waves themselves to swallow the town whole.

And when everything was said and done, the few remaining drenched and blood streaked survivors grabbed the now normal sized monster baby and threw it into the sea below.

Nobody is sure if the baby survived, but it has been proven that something lurks beneath the ocean’s depths. Wherever rain has fallen for more than a week, the storm will pick up and unless a sacrifice is given to the sea, a monster will pull itself from the waters below and destroy any seaside village it has laid its wrathful gaze upon.

Nobody knows what happens to the sacrifices except they are never seen again. Some say the monster eats them, still others say it seeks to have its way with the hapless victims, but the one least regarded is the one with some shred of truth.

If such a monster lives hated and feared, perhaps it seeks at least one being that will stay by its side for companionship. Of course, others argue, it is a heartless monster, so why would it ever seek any form of a friend when it could just as easily tear them to shreds.

The only thing agreed upon in even the most outlandish of claims is that it has a cruel streak that can never be sated.

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A girl’s scream rang out as the mob pushed and pulled the frightened young woman through the rain soaked streets of a seaside town. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and pleaded, but the mob ignored her pleas with cruel ears blocking out her cries of innocence. On a nearby cliffside overlooking the choppy seas below, a pole was affixed into the ground and the woman was led up, tied to it, and left to scream after the mob as it left. Her sobs were ripped away and tossed around by the unforgiving wind before filtering to the watery depths below to reach a different kind of cruel ears.

The woman paused in her shouts when the ground at the edge of the cliff groaned and crumbled under the weight of what appeared to be a large tentacle. Her eyes widened and she slowly shook her head, wishing that her fate could have been different as more tentacles slithered their way up the cliffside before a large hand grabbed the side and hefted the body onto the rock.

As she let shaky breaths in and out of her heaving lungs, she looked up and up to finally reach the cruel eyes of the monster feared by all who lived by the sea. Dark green strands of hair partially covered the light blue-green skin and cruel sky blue eyes, but the (e/c) eyes of the woman still managed to lock with his own orbs even with her own (h/l) (h/c) hair plastered to her skin and obscuring part of her vision.

For a moment all was silent as they took each other in. The monster noted the slight confusion and hurt, but also the overwhelming fear in the woman’s (e/c) depths, as well as the many bruises and welts and scars that covered the (s/t) skin that wasn’t covered by the rain soaked, knee length white dress that was plastered to her skin by the driving rain. Meanwhile, the woman took in the overwhelming cruelty in the monster’s eyes, but also noted a deep sadness that couldn’t be completely covered by the scar that arched through his right eye or the malice contained within.

The woman also noted long faded scars that spoke of abuse and cruelty of someone’s lashing out towards that which they couldn’t understand. She only knew this from experience and looked up at him with newly saddened eyes that caused his own to widen with a dawning understanding.

Finding a similar suffering soul was not what he expected, but as he took in the abused woman, his eyes narrowed and he turned his wrathful gaze, alight with madness and cruelty known only to those long sufferers who finally caved into violence, onto the town below. Knowing such madness, as it happened to her long deceased brother, the woman cried desperately out to the cruel, yet abused monster and pleaded with him to spare the village.

The monster noted what she said, and was filed with confusion over the fact that she could even think about letting her abusers go free, and called out with a booming voice.

“You wish to spare such filth from a fate they deserve, girl,” the monster questioned, “They deserve this and much more. I would hope that they would suffer in the afterlife as well for their misdeeds.”

But the woman never wanted anyone to end up like her brother, for her heart held only kindness and patience for even the worst of souls. So she pleaded again.

“Even if they did such cruel things, surely everyone deserves a second chance? Please, spare their lives!”

Shocked and slightly angered by the woman’s trust in fickle, horrible humans, he looked at her for a long moment longer, before flicking a tentacle. The sea quickly responded and the entire town was swept away by the fast moving waters. The woman screamed out in horror, reaching out to the destroyed town as if to try to turn back time and rescue what wasn’t there anymore. She was lifted from the pole that tied her to the ground and taken into one of the monsters large hands.

She still screamed and reached out to what wasn’t there as the hand curled up and she was enclosed in darkness. The monster tilted his head as the woman squirmed and attempted to escape his clutches, before diving back into the sea to take his prize back to his home in the part of the waters known to many sailors as having eternal rain.

A thick fog enshrouded the entire area, hiding a large cluster of rocks that jutted out into the sea. In the center was a place most easily accessible by diving below and through the rocky terrain rather than attempt to clamber over and around the rocks that were tightly pressed together near the top of the water, allowing only small fish to squeeze through the upper waters. The only place to get in and out of the rocks easily from above sea level was a hidden tunnel that went all the way to the inside of the enclosed off space.

It was that place where the monster and, soon, a woman lived.

~~~~~

When I was born my mother died after giving birth. The village was filled with whispers of how a child actually lived past birth when the mother died. It had never happened before and yet there I was, an abomination to everyone’s eyes simply for being alive and healthy. There was a tension that surrounded my father and brother when I was around.

Even from a young age I could tell that something was wrong. But the day that tension finally overwhelmed the unspoken peace came on my seventh birthday. My father flew into a rage and punched me, his wedding ring that he never took off cutting my cheek and turning into my first scar.

My brother fought for me as best as he could, enough so that many began to regard him as a monster or devil child as well. After that day, my father fell into the clutches of alcohol and the empty promises of pleasure houses. Whenever he had the chance, he would try to attack me. It only ever worked when my brother wasn’t around.

But, one day, he tried to go too far and my brother came home to find him trying to undress me. On that day, I lost my father. A few days later, my brother was executed and I was made an outcast. The townspeople called me a witch and I was barely able to survive on the scraps I could scrounge up.

I thought that my life would never change. Until the day the rain began to fall and never stopped, at least for me. Then, the people tracked me down and subdued me, forcing me into a dress, and dragging me through the streets as a sacrifice.

I thought I was going to die that day.

They probably thought so too.

Then he showed up and killed them. He spared my life, but took me from my home and across the ocean to a place where the rain never seemed to let up.

He introduced himself as Brishon, talking of how he named himself and laughing at the irony of it meaning born in rain. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. It eased some of the tension of the first week I had spent in silence around him. I introduced myself to him and every single time I hear him call my name, I can’t help but think back to the few loved ones in my life who called it out in a similar manner.

“(Y/n)!”

The call shattered your daydreams and you blinked, clearing your eyes from the haze that had overtaken them when you first settled down to your inner musings. You lazily took in the saltwater lagoon, shaded slate grey from the clouds almost always covering the sky above. You drifted over the sandy shores, the jungle reaching all the way to the very edges of the land, before brushing over the sharp rocks that seemed to tower over everything but the being right before you.

You streched and righted yourself, tucking your legs beneath you, before smiling up at Brishon. He relaxed as you acknowledged him, but his eyes still held the cruel gleam to them that always suggested he had attacked a town before coming back from his outing. As he settled himself on the large flat rock you were currently residing on, you pouted up at him. You hated violence and even if he was now a friend, Brishon still had a natural affinity for it that you feared he too readily accepted.

As he finished heaving his form up and wrapped his tentacles in a loop around where you sat, he finally looked down and noticed your pout and disapproving look. His eyes glinted with slight bloodlust as he thought about what he had been doing before coming back, but it faded to amusement.

“Oh, come on (Y/n). These bastards really did deserve it.”

Your pout only grew more pronounced and you huffed before turning away from him. A momentary pause, before he sighed and a shuffling sound filled your ears. His index finger and thumb hovered into view, with a large bag, at least to you, held between his fingers. You carefully reached out and wrapped your slim arms around it as best as you could. When he was sure you had a firm hold on it, he let go and you lowered the bag.

Opening it, your lips twitched into a happy smile when the shiny covers of books were revealed to the light. A few glossy apples tumbled out as you pulled the books out, but you only truly forgave him when you pulled out a package and opened it to reveal the cakes you always said you liked were neatly lined up in it.

Turning around, you beamed up at him happily and gestured for him to bend down. His lips quirking into a smile this time, he leaned down. Reaching up on the tips of your toes, you placed a feather light kiss on his cheek. You nuzzled your head against him, whispering out your thanks, and his eyes fluttered shut, letting out a relieved and tranquil sigh as you did so. You figured it was from lack of a maternal figure or any parental figure and form of love growing up - at least you had had your brother - but he loved when you showed him any form of love or appreciation. Sometimes even just calling out to him or resting your hand on one of his fingers or face was enough to completely cool his temper.

When you finished thanking him, you grabbed his face as best as you could and looked at him sternly. He stared at you for a few moments, before letting out another sigh that ruffled your clothes and whipped your hair around and closed his eyes. He held out his hand and you pushed everything back into the bag before clambering into his hand. When you were situated, he lifted it up and began to bring you to the top of the rocks that closed in the lagoon.

“I didn’t completely destroy it. I mostly just destroyed the red light district and part of their port. I made sure to leave most of it intact, but some of those people just pissed me off.”

You sighed, but knew that he held back for your sake, so you decided to just let it go with a sympathetic pat to the palm of the hand holding you. At first, when he had brought you here he had been terrified of touching you even after holding you in his hand for a few hours to get here. It still amazed you how fast he could travel through water, but you guessed his control over it aided him greatly in that endeavor. He may have been the first to initiate conversation after bringing you here, but it wasn’t until you marched straight over to him and clambered up onto one of his tentacles as he lightly protested and loudly began spouting random facts about yourself and many, many horrible puns that the unspoken tension between you two was finally, completely, ruptured.

One of those many facts was the reason why for the past few years he had taken to carrying you to the top before bringing you back down to your house that you and him had built for you to rest comfortably for the night. While it still rained for most of the day, one of the only times it would ever clear was at sunup and sundown. You had talked of your love of the beautiful sunrises and sunsets of your home village and out in the middle of the sea it was even more beautiful.

You gave him a friend, someone who understood at least a small portion of the hurt that ached inside of him, while he gave you a safe place to stay and nearly anything you could want for as long as you stayed by his side. You jokingly said that the only way you would ever leave was if someone forcibly took you, but the way he reacted was a little alarming, despite the fact that he was basically a violent child in a large and monstrous body. He had panicked and shook and vaguely reminded you of the way your brother had girlishly screamed and jumped on a chair when a large rat entered the house. You watched this almost the exact way you did your brother that day; with a deadpan look on your face, with an air of humor and bemusement surrounding you.

Only instead of removing a rat as your brother shrieked in the background about how unsanitary it was, you were comforting a being nearly ten times your size as he freaked out about you being taken when he had no problem destroying any other threat that got in his way.

All too soon, it was night and Brishon dived down into the water for his night time escapade. Sleepy, you turned in for bed, not noticing that the ever present sound of rain tapping on the roof wasn’t there.

~~~~~

You blinked awake when a crash sounded from somewhere at the front of your house. You almost dismissed it, but you realized the sound actually came from inside your house and Brishon couldn’t exactly fit. You bolted up at the same time your bedroom door was slammed open and you locked eyes with a tall, muscled, darkly skinned man. A moment of silence stretched out before you started to scream at the stranger who showed up and he began to scream back upon realizing you were in the room. A moment of useless blubbering and frantic pointing began, before you both ran out of breath.

Then, you were both left heaving as cursing and the sound of thumping boots reached your ears. The man began to freak out and called out in a much deeper voice than the one he screamed with.

“It’s alright captain! There is someone here, but let me calm her first.”

You let out a quiet snort at that as he seemed just as frightened, or at least as startled, as you, but he shot you a look and listened for a sound of confirmation. When he received it, he carefully slid into the room and shut the door. You noted that it was still dark out but it seemed the sky was slowly lightening, which meant that Brishon was either back and completely conked out or, and more likely judging by the clear skies, he was still out. You hesitantly glanced at the man who was cautiously sitting in a nearby chair, before speaking.

“Brishon will be back soon. I suggest you get out of here before he shows up. And before you ask why you should leave, he is extremely large, can control the water, and is not afraid of using violence to take out threats.”

As you spoke, you carefully reached behind you and began scribbling down a note just in case what you feared would happen, happened. Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, the door was kicked open and another equally large man sauntered in. But he didn’t seem as nice as the first man seemed to be. When he laid eyes on you, curled up on the top of your bed, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over to you, grabbing your face and inspecting you.

“Oi, Charles,” he exclaimed to the first, “Why didn’t you tell me the lady was this cute? I might just steal her for myself.”

As he said this, he picked you up and placed you over his shoulder and began to exit. He kept a tight grip on you even as you squirmed, but part of your squirming was to quickly snatch a large apple you had painted gold in boredom and some twine. The other man, newly dubbed Charles, hastily followed behind, eyes catching onto what you were doing, but not saying anything as you desperately hushed him. His eyes lit up with understanding and he snatched the note, twine, and apple from your hands and put the note around the core of the apple. As you were carried out of your house, he threw it where it would easily catch the light before talking to the man whose broad shoulder you were over.

“I’m sorry Xavier, but I didn’t want her to freak out when you grabbed her.”

“I told you Charles, call me captain. It is my title after all. And besides, if I don’t like the wench, I can always drop her off at whatever town we pillage next before taking off.”

You shivered, not liking the way Xavier talked, or the fact that his thumb was caressing your thigh. You could only hope he didn’t plan on doing it when he got back to wherever it was he was taking you so that Brishon would have enough time to save you.

~~~~~

The first fact that alerted him that something was wrong was the fact that the skies were clear. The second thing was that he passed under a ship that, while not necessarily was leaving his home, was headed away from it which at the very least indicated that it had passed by it. The third thing was the fact that (Y/n), his sweet, little, friendly, and loyal (Y/n), who was always on time even when she was sleepy, wasn’t there to greet him. The last, and worst, was the note tied to the apple he had watched her paint gold yesterday.

It told him all he needed to know and as the sky got cloudy, the air grew foggy, and the sea became choppy, he dived back down, growing back up to his full size from the relatively human size he was before to read the note, and sped off with nothing but murder on his mind for the pitiful pirates who stole what he loved most in this horrible, wretched world he was forced to live in.

Soon, he came upon his target. The ship was rocked to and fro, at the mercy of his anger. He rose up, engulfing the ship in a dark shadow as the sky darkened further and lightning struck and thunder boomed giving his wrath a roar and a light he couldn’t convey in anything other than the primal, nature-driven screech that the storm was.

He spared the ship at first if only to make certain of where (Y/n) was. Once he was sure, from the water he controlled seeping in and giving a full search, he picked up and tore the ship apart, not giving a damn as he was enraged to find she had been pressed against a bed by a lust-driven pirate. Swiftly, he picked her out and wrapped a tentacle around her, pulling her up and out of the ship and onto his shoulder. Once he was reassured by her small hands swiftly grabbing hold of a few of his wet locks of hair, he focused on tearing to shreds all those who thought they could steal his love from him.

They were dead before they even hit the water, but he saved the first one, who thought he could take (Y/n) for himself for last. Grabbing him and squeezing all the while, he gently lifted (Y/n) into his other hand, before swimming off back to the lagoon, leaving only the wreckage of the ship and mutilated bodies for the sharks drawn by the smell of blood to find.

~~~~~

You had been stuck in the brig of the ship for several hours before Charles, with a saddened look on his face came to fetch you. He led you through the ship, past other leering pirates, before knocking on a door and pushing you inside before closing it and walking away. You shivered slightly, when Xavier greeted you from the bed he was sitting on. He gestured for you to come over and, hesitantly, you walked over as the pistol by his side was still close enough to threaten you.

As you stepped closer, you realized that the ship was rocking way more than it had even minutes earlier when Charles was guiding you through the ship and could only hope that it meant help was coming soon as you were tugged onto Xavier when you were within arms reach of him, before he turned you both over. As he looked down at you, you whimpered at the lust shining through his gaze. He leaned down, but before he could do anything, the ship was suddenly lifted up and split open and a familiar tentacle wrapped around your waist before pulling you out into the storm raging just outside.

You were lifted up onto a large shoulder, your hands finding purchase in his rain-slicked hair and holding on tight. But, instead of heading back, he began to kill each and every single member of the crew before they could even hit the water. He grabbed only one, Xavier, before he gently lifted you into his other hand and headed back to the lagoon.

There, you were placed on the beach in front of your house and looked on in horror as Xavier was placed next to you, already sporting numerous bruises and broken bones, before Brishon lifted himself up and suddenly shifted into a more human sized body. You were held in place by shock, because he had never told you he could do that before, and horror, as he began to kill Xavier in the cruelest, most drawn out way he could.

By the end of it, you were covered in blood splatters and silently crying. You just kept staring at the corpse, not realizing Brishon had moved until you felt warm arms wrap around your upper body, tentacles already curled around your legs to prevent you from moving, and a pair of lips crashed into your own. Despite now being mostly human sized, Brishon still towered over you by nearly two and a half feet. You struggled to the best of your abilities, but on top of him already holding onto you tightly and him being much stronger than you, you were also weak from the shock of watching someone die right in front of your eyes, even if the man had tried to have his way with you only a short time ago.

Brishon kissed you ferociously, leaving you no time to snap your jaw shut before his tongue had already dived deep into your mouth. He explored every corner of your mouth, tasting you and claiming it as his own. A few tears escaped your tightly screwed up eyes, but they opened a sliver when he pulled away with a nip from his sharp teeth to your bottom lip.

As you stared at him, heaving for breath, you flinched from the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t quite the lust of the now deceased Xavier, but it was just as bad from the messed up mix of love, adoration, anger, and lust swirling around in the blue depths. He kissed you again, but kept it chaste, before trailing his lips down to your neck, leaving a flurry of kisses and bite marks in his wake.

While he was marking your neck, you didn’t notice he had been moving until you were on your back on your mattress with Brishon staring down at you intently. As you stared up at him, a few tears leaking from your red-rimmed eyes, he pulled away slightly, before falling onto the mattress by your side and pulling you further into his embrace. The last thing he said to you before he passed out, still holding your trembling form in his arms still made you equally terrified and sympathetic to this day.

“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want, but I had to at least mark you in some way otherwise I would have sunk to the lows of the bastard currently rotting outside. I’m sorry (Y/n), but I really do love you and I have been alone for so long, so I will spend all my time trying to convince you to love me back.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mythology #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #Yandere cecaelia

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pegakitty · 6 months

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you want xehanort lore? here is my best attempt based on what i know. i havent beaten the game where time travel got involved so this is uh. before things got too bad

so xehanort was a keyblade master who was training this kid ventus. then one day he felt a bit silly and wanted to restart a war for science so he stabbed a child to split his heart into two halves (ventus, pure light, and vanitas, pure dark) and then gave ventus (actively dying because of having his heart you know. ripped in half) to his old pal eraqus to deal with and kept vanitas. his GOAL was that vanitas and ventus would eventually fight and somehow form this old weapon called the x-blade (not to be confused with the keyblade despite being pronounced the same) because something something it forms when equal light and dark powers clash i think? idk. anyways i literally have no clue what happened at the end of bbs because i wasnt paying attention but iirc that plan only semi worked and ventus ended up in a fucking coma for 10 years. in the meantime i think xehanort was uh. i feel like his goal was immortality but i could be mixing him up with william afton. anyways he norted a boy. that boy was terra. basically he just possessed him. so theres terranort now. then aqua i think beat him up then dropped him off in radiant garden before going to the void

terranort then took a quick detour to get a phd in unethical science with notoriously totally definitely not the worst character ever ansem the wise. he learned about how to release peoples hearts and then uh. idr how this happened exactly BUT HE DID IT TO HIMSELF AND MAYBE CONVINCED ANSEM TW's OTHER APPRENTICES TO DO IT TOO????? anyways so oops! he now has split himself in half. not the same way he split ventus in half though he split himself in half in like a normal way, aka into a heartless and a nobody

tldr explanation for heartless and nobodies, heartless are peoples hearts that have succumbed to darkness and nobodies are the body they leave behind. if you have a strong will, your nobody is basically just a kinda funky copy of yourself without a heart. also if you choose to succumb to darkness instead of being overtaken by it, then you remain sentient as a heartless <-(this is also why sora was a very polite heartless, since he released his own heart). xehanort filled both of those conditions, so his heartless was ansem seeker of darkness and his nobody was xemnas. neither of them are ansem in any way shape or form and i genuinely cannot remember if there was a reason for him naming himself after ansem besides spite.

anyways. xemnas goes on to form a cult of nobodies with the other 5 apprentices that lost their hearts and a handful of other people he found. meanwhile, ansem sod is hanging out on the island sora and riku live on and is being weird to children. riku is feeling a bit silly and also jealous that his crush doesnt need him and so he accidentally destroys his home and starts hanging out with the demons. ansem sod decides that it would be really funny to possess this kid and so he tells riku that the darkness holds the secrets to free robux if he just succumbs to it. unfortunately no free robux awaits riku and ansem sod norts his second boy. its fine though, sora got exorcised him and then killed him with the power of friendship.

meanwhile, xemnas' cult is thriving. until it isnt. sora killed like half their members then tripped and fell so hard that he got amnesia and now hes in a coma while namine tries to fix him. theyve recruited soras nobody, this weird quiet kid named roxas, to go kill a bunch of heartless with the goal of completing kingdom hearts. what is kingdom hearts? great question im not sure. its like this big heart moon / the heart of all worlds? idk its where hearts go when theyre not heartless. xemnas tells his cult that completing kingdom hearts will give them all back their hearts and so they all are going along with it because they want their hearts back. except roxas who doesnt really care about this whole humanity thing but hes being bribed to stay with ice cream. but soon not even ice cream is enough to get him to stay. roxas decides to go out and find himself (literally!) and then immediately gets kidnapped by riku who is sad that his boyfriend is in a coma and snatched roxas to bring back to ansemtw so they could wake sora up. roxas then dies tragically. goodbye roxas!

sora then goes on to kill pretty much the rest of their members (except for axel who kills himself) and then tells xemnas to go die and then he and riku kill him with the power of... friendship........ totally just friendship

and then i stopped paying attention! hope this helps :>>

holy fucking shit, you really went above and beyond for this and I really must thank you more than just typing "thank you" here. THIS IS SO CRAZY!!! I'm fucking cackling over the robux bit too, that was brilliantly placed. I know NOTHING of kingdom hearts, but now I know...this guy! kinda! Again thank you, holy shit, I hope you have a wonderful rest of the day!

#asks #seriously this is insaaaane

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margonite-seer · 1 year

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The Tragic Love Story of Zohaqan & Nakis, or: a rant about the unnecessarily lonely tormented grief of the storm djinn and how to fix his broken heart

So yesterday I finished reading one of the best long fanfictions I've ever found. If you are interested, here is the link. But by the gods, it made me sad that ANet never continued the story of this canon inter-species homosexual couple.

Down below, I put my own ideas on how their story could end.

But to provide the context:

A powerful male djinn lived on mainland Elona, around the Elon Riverlands. He was not only attuned to one element, as most djinns are, but to three: water, air, and earth. His name was Zohaqan.

Some unknown time before the beginning of the events of Living World Season 4, he fell in love with a male human. His name was Nakis.

Something or, more probably, someone, made the Riverlands undesirable, maybe even dangerous for them. And so, from their dilemma, we have one letter, which Zohaqan left in a cave:

"My darling Nakis, my tender Nakis, my clever Nakis…you're right. Let's go. We'll flee tomorrow."

Eventually, they found their new home on the eastern coast of the northern Sandswept isle. There, they left their own marking. They burnt an image of themselves into a tree on the beach. With it, also their initials, Z + N, in a heart.

Their happy life wouldn't last long, though.

The nearby Inquest somehow managed to capture Nakis.

And eventually killed him, presumably during experiments in Rata Primus.

Poor Nakis's prayer beads would later be found inside the main complex. It is not known how Zohaqan learned of his death. Maybe he stormed the facility Nakis was being held in and found him dead there, most probably from experiments on the scarab plague. Or killed by a mutated specimen. Or turned into a corrupted subject himself. Or maybe, given how magical djinns are, Zohaqan just felt it.

But it is definite that it absolutely broke the powerful djinn. By the time the Commander made it to the islands, Zohaqan had turned mercilessly hateful towards all mortals. In his deep grief, he created large violent storms that threatened everyone on the islands. This is known in the game as the "Gathering Storms" meta event.

Blinded by rage and sorrow, he didn't let anyone near his cave which was very close to his and Nakis's tree.

During the meta event, he would scream:

"There shall be no mercy for your trespass!"

"Heartless fools! You will pay in blood!"

"You mortals feign civility, yet speak nothing but treachery and lies!"

The Stormcaller, as he was nicknamed, was confronted in his own cave at the end of the meta event.

One of the last things he said before he was defeated was:

"They stole from me, and now you barge in here with empty demands? You know nothing! You ARE nothing!"

Some Olmakhan say he was destroyed for good. Some say he is powerful enough to return and continue his grief-stricken rage. Depending on how you understand the canon or non-canon repeating of the meta event, anything could be true.

Either way, his story never had any real closure.

Zohaqan either died alone and was metaphorically spat on, with no memorial or grave for either him or Nakis.

Or, he is now stuck in a loop of living in tormenting grief, getting beaten to a pulp, laying dormant for a while, and then living in grief again. And that's such a horrible horrible fate.

The Commander helped Efi, an Olmakhan cub, with her grief of losing her mother.

I'm asking: Why nobody helped Zohaqan?

Much worse people than him have been redeemed and forgiven in this game's story...

Why not him? He deserves it just as much.

Now finally to the theories and my ideas on what to do next:

First things first, we don't know what exactly happened to Nakis. Or where his body is. However, the closest we have to a hint is what I mentioned about him getting turned into a corrupted subject himself. And I could be simply reading too much into this, but: in the southern meta event of the Sandswept Isles, you fight in The Specimen Chamber. Two out of six possible mutated bosses spawn, all of them results of experiments with Elder Dragon magic.

Five of them have names. The last one is simply "Subject Beta".

Subject Beta is a Branded. A male human Branded.

You already know what I am hinting at...

Moving on, there is one more object related to Zohaqan. Under certain circumstances, one of the drops from the event where you defeat him is called "Smashed Vase". Its description says "A small vase, reminiscent of work from Vabbi."

Could it be what Zohaqan was bound to after he and Nakis fled the mainland? If so, does it mean smashing the vase released Zohaqan's spirit all over the islands? Or was the vase smashed before the event?

Lastly, how to fix Zohaqan's broken spirit?

As I mentioned, he is a very powerful djinn. I have never encountered any djinn in the game who could command two elements, let alone three. An Olmakhan elder also thinks that he's powerful enough to come back and return to his mad rampage.

But I do not blame him in the slightest for mourning in such a violent way.

Zohaqan should be redeemed and mainly, given his peace.

Who knows how long the djinns live? How deep their love can go?

However, he sure is suffering alone.

And I wish he wasn't. I wish the writers looked at his story again and gave him a proper closure.

He deserves it.

I, personally, can see three ways this could potentially go in the future:

1: Zohaqan joins the Olmakhan and/or fights with us to destroy the Inquest for good

A friend of mine got me thinking about this, and honestly, it's perfect. Zohaqan is an elemental being. He's commanding entire storms. He shouldn't have to be necessarily human enough to better avoid conflict and soul-rotting revenge at all costs.

But instead of blind rage, he could have taken the years since the second episode of season 4 to calm down just a little and finally not be an enemy of the Olmakhan. I am sure they would be understanding enough to accept him. Instead of putting the innocent in danger, he could finally, after all those years, have a goal, an ambition now: take revenge on the ones who brutally murdered his love, not on simply everybody near.

Zohaqan is voiced by Tommie Earl Jenkins, who voiced Blish, Cloudseeker, or the Wolverine Spirit. That being said, quite recent characters. Shouldn't be that big of a stretch to have him return to this role, too, no?

Still. The Inquest are one of the few major enemy groups that haven't been dealt with yet. It'll surely need quite a big story arc to destroy them for good. The Commander will need all the help they can get.

Why not the Olmakhan, still mourning their lost ones, together with Zohaqan, the heartbroken yet mighty and powerful three-elemental djinn, with revenge on his mind?

After he finally sees the Inquest are no more, he could consider Nakis avenged. And could finally move on with his life as not a threat to everybody around him, though still forever scarred.

2: Zohaqan puts up a fight one last time and is finally and definitely put out of his misery

The saddest of the three ideas.

We did not get any definite answer to what happened to Zohaqan after the end of the meta event. So, even if the writers want him dead and never redeemed, why not make it final?

Just destroy him to the point where his soul simply ceases to be, as the djinns seem to work in the way I assume.

That's better than living in centuries of torment.

3: Zohaqan and Nakis find peace in the afterlife, somehow

I doubt the djinns have an afterlife when they die. They're basically sentient elementals, after all. And though they have souls, could they be ghosts? Have there ever been ghost djinns in either of the two games? I don't think so.

But humans do have an afterlife either in the Underworld or as ghosts in the mortal realm.

Couldn't Zohaqan somehow find a way to the Mists? Or couldn't Nakis's spirit-ghost somehow be bounded to his and Zohaqan's tree so he could be with him for centuries?

If Belinda could infuse herself into Marjory's katana, why can't Nakis stay bound to the tree and use its life essence to be able to communicate and move around, too?

Would that even be possible if, given the worst-case scenario, Nakis's spirit is still trapped in the Domain of the Lost?

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And this is the end of my rambling essay. I'm very emotional about these two poor guys as they have been my perhaps favorite queer GW2 couple ever since I learned about them a year or two ago.

Their love was so unexpected, so rare. Yet they decided to live so far away from their homes just to be together.

Only to be torn apart by violent death.

And only to have almost zero backstory, no definite answer as to what happened to the bereaved, and no answer to whether the spirit of the dead one is already in peace in the Underworld, or not.

I hope these two will get a closure sometime.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #long text #zohaqan #nakis #queer couple #gay couple

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Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix Recap: Olympus Coliseum (Pain and Panic Cup)

First of all, shout-out to Mudarrow’s KH2:FM Proud Mode walkthrough! That’s what I’m using for research in conjunction with KH Wiki! I figured I’d share that tidbit now since I should REALLY be crediting my sources.

Also, one thing I forgot to mention: All Limits have a “Limit Gauge” that runs out very quickly when you don’t use their commands, so they will stop on their own if you don’t use the finisher.

Upon arrival in the Entrance to the Underworld, Sora, Donald, and Goofy note that there don’t appear to be any Heartless or Nobodies around.

There is, however, a large stadium of some kind on the other side of the River Styx (or is it the River Lethe? I don’t know which Underworld River this one is, and Disney took so many creative liberties I’m not sure what hints I could rely on).

They don’t know what it is, but Auron explains that it’s the Underdrome.

It’s Hades’ personal Coliseum, where Fiends of the Underworld once clashed endlessly.

However, Zeus didn’t like the senseless violence, so he locked it up.

SDG want to know how it got unlocked.

“Some fool must’ve gone and unsealed it,” Auron figures.

“What an idiot,” Sora replies, completely unaware of the irony.

Auron walks off, and when Sora suggests they could get caught up, Auron instead insists he go check in on his friends as the camera pans over to the gates that lead “upstairs”.

Auron is gone by the time they look back.

We then meet Pain and Panic.

Panic tells SDG to talk to him if they want to enter a tournament, and Pain lets them know that Hades was gracious enough to make it nonlethal.

And if you win, you’ll earn fabulous prizes.

Plus, more tournaments will be added from time to time.

Currently, the only available tournament is the Pain and Panic cup.

All enemies are level 25.

There are 10 rounds.

The gimmick is that you can’t use Drive Forms, but Limits consume less MP.

Also, the enemies don’t give you EXP of any kind.

Instead,t hey drop score prizes that increase your score. Winning with a score of 2,000 or greater will mark the tournament as complete in Jiminy’s Journal.

Round 4 has Hot Rods, so use your anti Hot Rod strategies.

Round 8 is a repeat of the Rapid Thruster Horde from the Land of Dragons, so you only have to survive 80 seconds.

Round 10 pits you against Leon and Yuffie.

Yuffie can no longer heal, but she can still jump around and teleport.

She can either perform a two-hit melee combo with her Shuriken, or jump into the air and yeet it at you.

Leon is the more dangerous of the two. He has two separate melee attacks he can perform with his Gunblade (either charging forward and performing a multihit combo, or slashing sideways twice before slashing away), and can also “unleash his fighting spirit” to power up his blade the same way he did in KH1 to enhance ALL of his attacks.

When you beat the Tournament, you’re taken to the awards ceremony, and Pain and Panic display the trophy in the Underworld Entrance.

As for your “fabulous prizes”?

You get a Protect Belt (armor item, +3 defense), and a Serenity Stone (synthesis material).

That’s all for the Tournament, but remember what I said about the Absent Silhouette? How I’d be covering it “later” when I had a good place to fit it.

Upon challenging the Absent Silhouette, SDG are taken to the storm tossed island, where said Absent Silhouette transforms into Zexion.

Zexion only has one attack, trapping SDG inside of Books. It cannot be blocked.

If Donald or Goofy are trapped in books, Sora will have to destroy the books to release them.

If Sora is trapped by this attack, then he gets transported to a nightmare dimension (along with both Donald and Goofy, releasing them from their own books if they were caught), where he must find and destroy the book that holds Zexion, while a bunch of fake books fly around.

Zexion can continue to attack Sora in this state, sealing his command menu (forcing Sora to use a reaction Command to turn the pages of the command menu until he finds the command to revert it to normal), dash around Sora and attack him while invisible, or a couple of more advanced attacks that can’t be summarized easily:

If Zexion traps Sora inside a book while Sora is already trapped in the nightmare dimension, then Sora will have to use the “Struggle” Reaction Command 10 times to escape it. Using it 10 times will generate the prompt for “Reset” which releases Sora. Using it 10 times in quick succession will generate the prompt for “Break” which frees Sora from the book and deals damage to the one Zexion is hiding in.

His most dangerous attack is one that clears out all the Books but 3, places them in the center of the room under 3 spotlights, and then flashes between the three books like some kind of roulette.

Once a spotlight has been chosen, meteor’s rain down.

Whichever book the roulette lands on is where SDG need to stand to avoid getting hit by the meteor barrage Zexion summons.

On the plus side, the book the roulette stops on will ALWAYS be the one holding Zexion, so this is also an opening.

Once the book holding Zexion has had its HP depleted, Sora gains the “Dispel” Reaction Command, which dispels the illusion of the Nightmare Dimension and allows SDG to continue fighting Zexion.

Once Zexion is defeated, he reverts back to an Absent Silhouette, and the Absent Silhouette fades from existence.

Sora gets an item slot.

Donald gets 3 more Max HP.

Goofy gets Damage Control (Damage is halved at low HP).

You also get the Book of Shadows (recipe for the Shadow Archive and Shadow Archive + accessories) and a Lost Illusion (Synthesis Material).

That’s it for Olympus Coliseum for now.

Next time, we cover one of those two Disney Worlds that was unlocked upon clearing Timeless River.

See you then.

Man has a complicated bossfight!

#submission

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I had a conversation with a Nancy stan and their take on Stancy, which they first said I have no idea what that relationship truly was and so on. They believe Nancy did nothing wrong, and Stancy ended because Steve was slutshaming her in s1, left her at the party in a drunken state, and suppressed Nancy's trauma. Like there is so much to unpack here. First of all, if him slutshaming her in s1 was a huge deal-breaker for her, why was she in a relationship with him, after the fact. She told Jonathan she waited a month, meaning Stancy wasn't together for that time, and yet she still chose Steve after Jonathan didn't make a move. To hold that against Steve as a failure for Stancy is really unfair because, in canon, Nancy doesn't seem to hold that against him. And it's conveniently ignoring the fact that he was the second choice from the beginning.

Second, yes, Steve left her alone, but he made sure Jonathan took her home. Idc Steve cares about Nancy. He just couldn't be around her after she dropped those bombs, but he is still the type of guy who would make sure she's safe. Him storming out there was him cooling down and not wanting to be seen as weak (by Billy) bc he was about to cry. I'm sure he found Jonathan shortly after that and asked him. Jonathan had no reason to lie to Nancy about it because he doesn't like Steve, plus Steve knew about it when confronting her in the alley.

Stancy ended because Nancy decided she couldn't pretend anymore, trauma wise, and finally coming clean she doesn't love Steve, and she was just playing along because she felt like she had to. I believe she cared about him at one point. At least I think she wanted to love him, but she was never fully in it.

I don't think the relationship ended in that alley, Nancy still referred to him as her boyfriend when talking to Murray. Jonathan also acknowledged Steve being in the way, and yet they slept together. But if you believe they broke up, she still emotionally cheated, and Nancy had no problems sleeping with Jonathan two days after ending a one year relationship.

To say Nancy was innocent is so wrong because we see Steve being all in. If he were to be so horrible to her, why was he looking love sick and going to the dinners with her. He was trying, but him coping with the trauma from a year prior in a "it didn't happen way" made it difficult because Nancy needed something else. He didn't purposefully make her miserable, I also doubt they never talked about it. I mean them going to Barbs parents meant them talking about it. I guess after those talks, he thought the best thing for both was to try to be normal because it's easier to pretend. He thought this would also help Nancy because it helped him. Again, the only time we saw Steve being dismissive was when Nancy started talking about revenge on the lab. And maybe him not wanting to go to the Hollands for dinner, but tbh he was in the right for that. First, he knew it upset Nancy, and second, going there for a year every week while knowing their daughter died in his pool probably took a toll on him as well. Having to look at Barb's parents' faces, Steve isn't heartless or didn't care.

It always gets me when people then also in R//nance context say Nancy would care about him or wouldn't mind being around Steve, when in reality she didn't give a fuck about Steve's feelings. She made him believe to this day he was the sole reason why their relationship ended. We see how much this destroyed Steve to a point he thinks he needs to change himself because he's so hung up and also comparing everyone to Nancy. If he knew about the emotional cheating and Jancy sleeping together at Murray's I doubt he would be so hung up. I feel like a lot of Nancy stans think Steve deserved it because of s1. Nobody deserves to be lied to in their relationship. Steve wasn't perfect, he couldn't be there for her in a way she needed it bc both parties couldn't communicate properly with each other, but he was never deceitful when it came to his feelings for her. He made sure she knew he loved her. She was the one pretending. Nancy hurt Steve and at least emotionally cheated if you think Stancy ended in that alley.

Nancy stans ignore her faults in Stancy because that would mean sympathizing with Steve. I know they hate him because of the fandom pointing out her faults because the show sweeps them under the rug. So they grew resentful towards Steve bc yeah, some fans take it too far, but that resulted in them overlooking Nancy's negative character traits all together.

i’m so sorry that you had to deal with that person.i always get annoyed when everyone uses those excuses to paint steve as bad because yes the spray painting thing was wild ngl and he did do something wrong there. but also nancy did take him back after that! but those two things of steve leaving nancy which 1. we legit don’t even see those scenes of what goes on during those scenes. like there are multiple scenarios of how this could have gone so it’s wild how people keep stating it like it’s true. we just see steve go out for one second and then we see jonathan be with nancy and take her home. WE DO NOT SEE THE SCENES INBETWEEN!! what people say about steve leaving nancy is not completely true as we do not see it!!! anyway i got carried away first: with the slut shaming because you’re so right! like nancy has already forgiven steve so to hold that against them is kind of annoying and just so old.

everything you said about that second paragraph!!! also i touched on it in the first paragraph i wrote so i won’t touch in it again lol. yes!! stancy ended because nancy didn’t want to pretend anymore! yeah like the whole reason stancy didn’t work out is because nancy doesn’t want to pretend anymore! doesn’t want to pretend that she loves steve, doesn’t want to pretend that she’s not been affected by barb’s death. same i also don’t think their breakup happened in the alley cuz like you said murray and nancy and jonathan confirm that steve is nancy’s bf. legit she still emotionally cheated!! she fr didn’t care about the time either cuz it was in the span of 1-2 days which like that’s a big ouch and yikes.

LITERALLY LIKE NANCY IS NOT AT ALL INNOCENT! like you said steve was all in and very much did go all the way to try and make nancy happy. it was nancy who wasn’t able to communicate with steve. it’s just sometimes i see people just fully blaming steve in the hollands dinner which like what the fuck?!? what else was he supposed to do?!? just completely say fuck all to the hollands and leave the house?!? like some of these people will genuinely blame steve for everything despite the circumstances and because they see nancy as a goddess.

literally this last paragraph is everything!! it’s always bizarre how they just think that nancy wouldn’t mind being around steve because she would be around steve all the time because robin loves being around steve all the time. it’s just so funny to me like no she really would mind having to hang around him. oh god it fucks me up how she doesn’t say a thing about steve saying he’s a bad bf in season 2 so he thinks he’s the sole reason for the relationship going bad. and i just want to fucking scream! ngl the entire thing i’d thinking steve deserves it pisses me off because the sole reason people believe that is because of the narrative twist in season 1. IT PISSES ME OFF! god those last two sentences in that paragraph is sooo true.

yep yep yep that last paragraph. like some of them just don’t even care enough to try to sympathize with steve despite nancy’s faults in the relationship. also i’m convinced that people just have a crush on natalia so they also just can’t see nancy’s faults because they’re attracted to her. but yeah as you said with those last sentences!! you are so correct! some just don’t want to see nancy’s faults at all

#answered asks

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