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harleehazbinfics · 23 days

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Can We? an au lucifer x reader oneshot

Author Profile a/n: SURPRISEEEEEE. i got 'we become we' -journey to jerusalem song on a loop since i found it and i knew i wasn't gonna get it out of my system unless i do something about it. so pls enjoy my ramblings lmfao word count: 1200+

"Your Majesty, please reconsider this! Our kingdom needs a Queen!"

Lucifer sighs at the aide's words, feeling irritated with the insistent suggestion of a Queen.

"I agree, your majesty. The people are quite worried for you. You need an heir, and you aren't getting any younger either," another aide jumps in.

Lucifer surrenders to them with hands in the air in exasperation and finally replies, "Fine."

The people in the room sigh in relief that they somehow got through to him. But hitch their breath when he adds on.

"However, I won't just choose anyone. Only the best candidate will stand by my side and be rightfully called the Queen," he glares.

"Good day, your majesty. My name is (full name), Princess of the Eastern Kingdom. I'm grateful for this opportunity," you smile amiably.

"Likewise," he responds quite honestly shocked from your tone.

You were the guest that was expected to arrive at the palace after receiving the invitation to be a Queen candidate. However, after word got around that you will be joining the fight for the title. All the ladies mutually agreed to resign. When he asked why, all the aide's replies were, "There is no other person worthy to be by your side other than the Princess."

Now, you stood in front of him. You were dressed beautifully, but not as extravagant as those ladies that came before him. You had a melodic tone in your voice that was pleasant to the ear. Your hands folded together gracefully. Everything about you was enchanting.

You tilt your head confused about his speechlessness. "Did I catch you in the wrong time?" you ask him.

His cheeks reddened, embarrassed that you left him dazed just from your introduction alone.

"No no," he excuses then coughs to get a grip on himself, "I apologize. I must have been tired from all the work this morning."

You give him an understanding smile and reply, "No apologies needed, your majesty. I feel honored to be here and see how hard you work. I'm sure this kingdom is grateful to have such a diligent King."

His blush intensifies from your non-stop flattery. He's heard many compliments in his life for his achievements. However, when you were the one saying those words. He can't help but believe it was all true with how genuine you sounded.

"Please, I'm quite embarrassed to hear such words from you, Princess. I've heard many tales of your acts of charity for your and other neighboring kingdoms. You've paved the way for others to follow in your example and gave a chance for the poor, homeless and orphaned," he redirected trying to calm his flaring cheeks.

He was pleasantly surprised at your reaction.

"P-Please! You've heard of that? Oh, I'm embarrassed! I hope only good thing reached your ears," you stumbled over your words when the attention turned back to you.

He laughs at you as you tried to hide behind your hair as you also flushed red. 'For someone, who gives out so many compliments. She can't even handle a couple of her own.'

'This wasn't such a bad idea,' he thought as he watched as you smile and continue talking to him.

"(Y/n), can I ask you something?" he says sitting at the edge of the bed where you sat beside while reading a book.

It had been several weeks since your marriage and it's been quite busy for the both of you as you adjusted to your married life. Lucifer finished paperwork for his projects and formal preparations for your ascension to your rights as the new Queen. Thankfully, it had finally calmed down and now you helped him with his work and even the inner management of the castle.

You have shared the room since the beginning, and you've already shared your first night as husband and wife together. Which was.. quite passionate to say the least. But, after both of you would wake up earlier or later than the other, too considerate to wake up the other from their well-earned rest. So, now that it has finally calmed down and Lucifer approached you. You couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Of course, anything," you reply putting away the book and taking his hand in yours.

He smiles and gains courage as he caresses your hand back and says, "Are you okay with this arrangement?"

You tilt your head unsure of the meaning, "About what?"

"This," he gestures to the both of you, "are you okay about our marriage?"

You huff out a laugh relieved, you thought it was a life or death situation, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugs and replies, "I don't know. I just thought you were having doubts about us."

You give him a meaningful look and stood up from your spot. You then tugged him to stand with you. You made him hold your waist and hand while you placed yours on his shoulder. You led him into a slow dance with a smile on your face.

"Remember, our dance together?" you asked.

"At the wedding?" he asks.

You shook your head and laughed, "We danced one together way before that. That night where we shared the stars together."

His eyes lit up, remembering that night.

"During that dance, I thought that being with you will be worthwhile. And if wherever this choice leads me. I won't regret being with you, Lucifer," you say with a deep look in your eyes.

His eyes soften as he gazed at you. You were nothing but wonderful to him, it was childish of him to assume you were having doubts. He should have trusted you and made you happy instead. You deserve nothing less than that.

"Can we become more Than half of a union we're chosen for?"

He sings as he pulls you closer to him.

"Where I am your best half And I am yours,"

You continue with a huge smile on your face as you followed his lead, gliding around the room.

"Stuck here forever And hopefully not ending in estrangement,"

You sang together faces inching towards each other with half lidded eyes.

"Can mine become yours Combining our dreams Without keeping score?"

You twirled around the room with him catching you. He opens the door and leads you out into the halls where you continued your dance.

"Always together, but never bored No choice in the matter but This will never work without each other,"

The both of you laugh like children as you chased each other down the halls.

"Can we become we? (Can we become we?) Start a new line on this family tree,"

He catches up to you and lifts you off the ground and kisses your cheek with a hearty chuckle from your deviousness.

"Two hearts connected by one beat, Your hand in mine and,"

You beam him a smile as you placed your hands on his chest feeling the rhythmic thumping of his heart from chasing you around.

"I could never choose to love another," Lucifer whispers as he pulls you into a kiss which you return with fervor.

After minutes of kissing one another, he places you down and hold your waist as places another kiss on your temple with a beaming smile. You return it and let him lead you back to your room.

"Maybe one day I can learn to love you, too," you whisper as you gave a passing gaze at the portrait of a blonde woman with her face covered with a large cloth.

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Do you think you could write something where Aegon fingers future sister wife (sister betrothed?) during their lessons with a Maester or Septa 💚💕

Pairing: Aegon ii x Targ!reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: vaginal fingering, dry humping, underage sex stuff, hand-jobs.

Lessons are Boring

You’d always been the attentive one during lessons. Maester Ryle oversaw the education of the prince and princesses of House Targaryen for two or three generations. A wrinkled old man with a few thin white hairs on his head, his maester’s robe hung loosely on his body and his chains clinked together when he walked. Due to his bad knees and hips, Maester Ryle often sat during the lessons and pointed at things on his board with a walking stick. This meant, he could hardly see over the other side of the table where the children sat in front of him. This meant, while Aemond, Helaena and you took notes and answered his questions, Aegon’s hand could slide onto your lap without him noticing.

"-The Faith of the Seven and the High Septon have often been at odds with House Targaryen and The Crown as a whole. It was only upon the ascension of King Jaehaerys that these bonds were finally mended,” said the old maester from his seat, “Can any of you tell me how this was achieved? Ah, Prince Aemond, yes.”

“King Jaehaerys refused to reinstate the Swords and Stars of the Faith, and removed the bounties King Maegor put on the heads of Warrior’s Sons and Poor Fellows. He then gave a white cloak to Ser Joffrey Doggett, who’d been part of the band of Warrior’s Sons, and he accepted it,” Aemond told him. “He swore to The Faith that The Crown will always protect and defend them from then on. It has been such ever since.”

“Indeed,” Maester Ryle nodded in approval.

You’d been listening to Maester Ryle go on about the history between their family and the followers of The Seven when a warm hand touched your knee. Looking over, you saw Aegon smirking. You stared down to see his hand sliding up and down your thigh slowly. Due to the tablecloth, Maester Ryle could not see the prince’s hand lifting your skirt inch by inch over your knees. You bit back a gasp as his bare fingertips grazed your flesh, smoothing over the curves and dips. The gentle touch made your toes curl inside your shoes; your thighs tensed at the sudden brush, and a warmth spread between your legs. Fingertips lightly dragging up and down your inner thigh, Aegon waited until you’d bitten your bottom lip to slide further up. The side of his hand pushed right up to your naked sex, he gripped the side tenderly to make you whimper.

“-Now, Queen Alyssa and her husband feared the marriage of Jaehaerys to his sister, Alysanne, might cause-Princess?”

He’d heard her. Damn the man. Aegon snickered softly but you merely stammered, “N-N-Nothing, Maester. Please, go on.” You turned your head and said low as possible, “Aegon…”

“What? This is boring,” he replied, doing the same.

You turned your attention to the lesson, while Aegon’s fingers made their way to your sex once more. His index finger sliding between your folds, his other two fingers kept them open while he used his index finger to tease the pearl they covered. The direct contact and unrelenting friction had you clenching your jaw and doing your best to stay firmly planted in your seat. Helaena, far too busy watching an ant crawl across her book, didn’t notice what was going on. Maester Ryle continued going on about history while Aemond listened and wrote notes. Soon, wetness began pooling there and Aegon took the chance to spread it over your lips and the hood of your clitoris. He let his fingers grind into your entrance, feeling your walls starting to flutter at their touch and making you grip your own book. It reminded you of the other day when you’d slipped your hand into his breeches during a ball, stroking him to completion and sending him into euphoria in a room full of people. You should’ve known he’d try getting back at you. He continued languidly rolling his two fingers around your clit, tracing the edges of the folds and dipping right beneath the nub to make you squeak. Any other time, he’d have you falling apart, especially if he used his tongue which he’d gotten so much better at. But now, you needed to keep yourself together or your mother will be hearing about it.

She still hadn’t forgotten what you’d done on the window ledge.

"-Can any of you tell me which house is closest to the Faith? Princess Y/N, would you care to guess?”

“Yes, dear sister,” Aegon smiled at you, “Which house is it? I forget.”

“Well, dear brother,” you replied without moaning, “It’s House Hightower, our mother’s family.”

“Ah, right. Yes, of course.”

“That is correct. House Hightower has maintained a very healthy relationship with the Faith for many generations…”

You didn’t hear how they maintained that relationship because once Aegon slipped a finger inside you, you nearly let out a moan which you disguised as a cough. His palm continuously rubbing against your clit while his finger pumped into you, you felt every single shiver of pleasure course through you. You wished more than anything you could drag him somewhere private in the library and let him finish you as he should. You already knew everything you needed to know about the various religions of the world and their importance to people. When Aegon added a second finger, you knew you were doomed. The boy had a way of making you weak without trying too hard. Not that you didn’t have the same effect on him in return.

He kept the pace slow and almost lazy, withdrawing his fingers slowly and pushing them back in tenderly. He couldn’t go much faster without the old man noticing his arm. It didn’t help that whenever you came close to orgasm, he stopped suddenly. The agony became far too much; the room suddenly felt hot and the need in you became far too ravenous to focus on anything else. Thankfully, the maester ended the lesson after he finished telling you all about The Faith of the Seven. He said they’d all talk about the royal progresses of the Old King and his queen next time. You nodded, and took a cackling Aegon by the hand. You didn’t stop walking until you reached his bed chambers, where you threw him onto his bed. Quickly, you untied his breeches while he worked on unbuttoning the front of your gown. Having access to your breasts, Aegon’s lips latched around them and suckled firmly while you withdrew his cock. You never put him inside, but you enjoyed rubbing your soaked pussy over his length until you both came.

And that’s what you did. You dragged your sex up and down his hard shaft and leaking head while he licked and teased your sensitive nipples. It did not take long for either of you to cum. Your parts exposed to one another and your passion burning hot, you didn’t hold back this time. Clutching the pillows underneath his head, your orgasm hit you hard. Thighs quivering and your body tensing all over, you humped Aegon’s cock until your clit became overstimulated by him. Aegon grabbed your ass and kept you still as he went along with you and came over his stomach. Cheeks red, hair spread over the pillows, and utter satisfaction on his face, Aegon always looked so beautiful after an orgasm. He looked beautiful all the time, even if others thought otherwise. Panting, you rested on top of him for a while, kissing and whispering words of love to one another.

“Thank god Maester Ryle is old and can’t walk,” you said, chuckling, “I’d hate to think of what he’d tell Mother is he’d seen us.”

“The same thing everyone else says,” he put on his best quavering tone as he said, “The young Prince Aegon and Princess Y/N were being rather inappropriate during their lesson this morning, Your Grace. It is behavior unbefitting a noble child. They must be put in proper order right away.”

“That is more or less what he told me.”

Her voice made you both jump apart, and cover yourselves. Your mother stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed and disappointment on her face once again. She stared at you both for a moment, and shame immediately hit you. You truly should’ve conducted yourself in a more proper manner.

“Just because Maester Ryle is old doesn’t mean he is a fool,” she said, sighing. “Tell me you at least didn’t put it in.”

“He didn’t,” you shook your head. “He never does. I don’t let him.”

“Must you two behave this way? Think about the shame it brings on you both.”

“She’ll be my wife one day,” Aegon said, pulling his sheets over his crotch. “They should be happy the prince and princess show a healthy passion for one another. It implies that we’ll produce children….someday….”

Your mother took these words into consideration, “I suppose you’re right…but please, have some decency and do it behind closed doors. I am sick of hearing from everyone about the things they find you two doing. It is not something a mother wishes to hear.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Yes, we’re sorry, Mother.”

You watched her leave, then turned to each other as the door closed. Bursting into a fit of giggles, you both fell back on the bed and shared a soft kiss. “At least she didn’t scream this time,” you noted, letting him kiss down your neck.

“At least there’s that, yes,” he said, voice muffled by your skin. “Take off your dress,” he said, coming back up to kiss you, “I wish to see the rest of you.”

“Did you not just hear our mother?”

“Yes, I heard her say ‘do it behind closed doors’,” he then pointed to the door, “It’s closed and we’re behind it.” He knelt between your legs and lifted your leg. Kissing your inner thigh, he started untying the ribbons holding your stockings, “So, if you’ll indulge me, my sweet princess, I’d like us to spend the day drinking and pleasuring each other in any way we possibly can.”

“Hm,” you said thoughtfully, “I suppose you are right, my prince. That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

You slid further down the bed to reach his shirt. Your day was certainly going uphill after a boring lesson.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x yn #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii smut #house of the dragon #hotd smut #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction #ty tennant

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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months

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imagine copia about to become papa iv and his prime mover saying something like "you're going to be papa" and he's like duh, not getting it at all, and she literally has to go "no, you're going to be *papa*" and that's how she breaks the news to him

It's a shame how long it's been since I got this...like a year. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Hopefully this little sumthin sumthin will be worth it.

And Then It Hit Him

You have news for your husband, Cardinal Copia on the brink of his ascension to the Papacy, but will he stop long enough to listen?

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You were doing your best to remain patient, though the news was burning from inside you. Wringing the fabric of your habit in your fingers as you waited for the perfect moment to interrupt him. Your husband had barely looked up from his parchments since you entered. A comfortable silence between you as you noted his hands were once again covered in ink.

You were instantly transported back to when your dear sweet Cardinal was only the Ministry treasurer, and you still a naive novitiate. A time when you fell hard and fast in love with eachother. Watching with joy as he ascended the ranks of the Ministry. Proving himself worthy of his station at each and every turn.

Now he was only weeks away from the announcement that he would receive the miter. The highest honor that only the select few could ever hope to achieve within the church. Truth be told you had wondered if your news would pale in comparison, but knowing Copia as you did, there was no way it would.

"Cope..." You nudge, hoping to finally garner his attention. Copia stopped, pulling his glasses off from where they hung on the bridge of his nose and began rubbing his eyes. Clearly he hadn't moved them from his work for more than a few second at a time.

"I'm so sorry cara, I just have so much work that needs to be done before I head back out on tour. If I leave anything unfinished Sister will have my head for it." He responded, taking your hand in his. His eyes, returning to his desk. You could tell he was worn down by it. The endless bureaucracy of the Ministry trampling over him in the guise of all this paper and ink.

"Copia, my love...I know you have a lot on your plate, but I—I just have something I wanted to tell you."

"Of course, what is it?" He asked you, a sweet smile sent your way.

"Well.." You began, rounding his desk and placing your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. Like old books and patchouli, a scent that had intoxicated you night after night for so long now. It hardly seemed fair just how much it had affected you. Like a spell cast on your senses. Clearly it was one of the many reasons, like his undeniable charm, that led to you being in this position. "Soon my love…you are going to be a Papa.”

You were surprised when Copia's reaction was lacking. Letting out a sigh as he finished up the sentence he had been writing. "I know, I know. That's why I have to get this done." He explained, clear now that he had completely missed what you were trying to tell him. You thought for a moment, trying to decide if you could stand one more minute of knowing it all on your own, before finally you let out a groan.

It stopped him, Copia catching on that you needed him. Letting the pen drop to the desk as he pulled his attention away from the plethora of papers decorating it to face you. Heeding you as you gently brought his jaw up to help face you. Your eyes locked with his when he gently kissed your hand. The hair of his sideburns, tickling your palm as you spoke.

"No…Copia.” You began, a note of both amusement and disbelief in your voice, “...that's not what I was trying to say.”

“I'm sorry amore… you should have had my full attention. Please…what is it you wanted to tell me?”

“I'm trying to tell you, you silly man, that you are going to be A PAPA.” You emphasized by taking his hand and placing it on the small of your belly. Suddenly it was clear to him. Hitting him all at once as his eyes began stinging with tears. He stared at your still inconspicuous belly. Both mystified and deliriously happy before looking up at you.

“Amore, are you sure?” he asked you. His voice quivering—a mess of emotions. You could feel Copia's hand trembling as his thumb gently glided over your stomach. Already so gentle and tender with a child he had only just discovered existed.

“I'm very sure Cope…we’re going to have a baby.” You smiled.

“Sweet Satanas, I'm going to be a Papa!” Copia yelped, casting himself up from the chair and pulling you tightly into his arms. Blissfully crying and whispered praises in Italian, his hand never leaving your belly. You began to laugh. Copia looking up at you once again just as your own tears began streaming down your face.

“A papa and Papa.”

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novitiate- nun or sister in training

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scoobhead · 11 months

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the interesting thing about the second generation of lyctors in the locked tomb is that so far, they've all gone about lyctorhood completely differently, and to different results.

ianthe, in the tradition of the original lectors (and the megatheorem as it was written), CONSUMED babs. naberius tern no longer exists in any individual sense. ianthe took him and absorbed him, fully and completely (and sometimes even pilots his body around, which really drives the point home). this is the lyctor, classic flavor. see also mercymorn and augustine.

i'm throwing in pyrrha and g1deon here even tho they aren't second gen because their dual-consciousness sitch deserves to be talked about. it was completely unintentional, and g-prime didn't even KNOW that pyrrha was still conscious inside him. g1deon achieved full lyctorhood regardless, but pyrrha in his body cannot.

palamedes and camilla, the beloveds, circumvented all of this, by nature of pal dying before the lyctoral process could begin and then being bubbled in the river. their back-door lyctorhood mirrors the dual-consciousness of g1deon and pyrrha, but neither had ascended until they joined souls and created an entirely new consciousness, full send, go loud.

and then gideon and harrow, who started down the Classic Flavor path until harrow willfully fucked it up and stopped the process - locking gideon in brain while fully conscious à la pyrrha and g1deon. unlike g+p, tho, their souls all got jerked around pre-ntn, and with some help from Papa Jod and alecto, gideon-as-kiriona is now back in her megadead body and harrow is finally back in hers.

if i had to hedge a guess, i'd say that if harrow fully ascends to lyctorhood in atn, it won't be via a method that we've seen before. there's a lot of language in the books about kiriona missing something, something that harrow presumably took during her truncated ascension. and unlike any the other necro/cav pairs, gideon is (more or less) still here as kiriona, in (more or less) her own body. the only pair to model this kind of lyctorhood are john and alecto: the base, the blueprint, lyctorhood in excelsis. john and alecto prove that there IS such a thing as perfect lyctorhood, that both parties CAN survive, the lyctorhood is not about consumption or even absorption but about an equal give and take - and gideon and harrow are currently perfectly poised to follow that path.

#tl;dr: here's how griddlehark can still win #the locked tomb #tlt #tlt meta #tlt theories #ntn spoilers #htn spoilers #gtn spoilers #griddlehark #nat og

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zeravmeta · 2 years

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my one whole post contributing to the fgo attractive male discourse is that the actual appeal comes less from basic ideas of what makes someone attractive and rather the actual use of aesthetic and presentation using said characters traits. its not enough to have convenionally attractive traits but rather the characters traits combined with the aesthetic that theyre trying to achieve.

take limbo for example. limbo shows some tit and is buff sure but most of his appeal actually comes from his characterization and presentation with his buffed out look complementing those traits. the best examples of this are actually in his final ascension and his cbc ce

so itd be easy to just say that limbo flaunting what hes got is what makes him sexy here, but its actually the opposite: its what he isnt showing you. limbo isnt showing any more skin than he usually is in his regular ascensions (just his upper body and knee), but the framing and the implications of him naked and staring down at you, the licking of his lips and the juxtaposition between him standing out from the rest of the bleak colors and skeletons, especially with his contorted look are what actually make it sensual and sexy because your focus is immediately drawn to him and the implications. then in his cbc it goes the entire opposite direction, putting him in a rather standard outfit that isnt really all that different from just sticking a male servant in a suit HOWEVER the use of the clothes to show creases and movement in the actual ce lets you actually feel how much weight and muscle limbo is throwing around here. his final ascension uses everything but limbos bare physical body to make him look sexy, but in his cbc where hes fully clothed its his body shape and the use of the clothing to convey that where it makes him sexy.

now compare this to kintoki

yes laughing at raita is hip these days whatever but the genuine appeal with kintoki doesnt come fully from his buff body but instead the aesthetic surrounding it. in his final ascension hes full on manspreading sure but the most appealing thing here is his face, the way hes pulling his hair back and looking at you. its a confident and calm look, hes appealing here because of the aesthetic of him being in a club and the shirtless full on muscle bod actually enhances that because it makes him look powerful. the same thing happens in his costume as well: hes in battle, covered in blood and wounds, a storm of sakura petals surrounding him as he stands imposing, its a look that radiates cool factor in spades and the hyper muscle design actually looks more attractive because of it. again, a design that has conventional attractive features used to enhance an aesthetic and then in reverse. say what you will about raitas anatomy but his design philosophy is well thought out and his style does fit with these characters because kintoki himself (along with many other of his characters) is a half oni half god monster, and despite looking fully human the actual raita style adds that extra flavor that makes him feel inhuman.

now lets rock the boat a little bit

obviously people like to meme on hajime enjoyers because he isnt bishe/conventionally attractive, but this is the one exception that proves the rule where a suit/basic look actually compliments the character. hajime looks like a scruffy overworked goblin whose lived off cigarette butts and beer for the past year, and it works because its actually part of his character that hes always tired. obviously hajime has so much more character to him that actually makes him more attractive but ill be bold and fully say the same appeal for hajime is the exact same appeal that izo has

izo in all his ascensions is a full on messy unwashed murderous hobo who is consistently one of the most popular male characters as well as one of if not the most popular 3* around and its fully because of his hobo look and personality. hes one of the only servants where a suit look actually works because he looks out of place in it, izo here looks so damn proud of himself like hes made his first paycheck and is about to lose all of it on gambling, and much like hajime the appeal comes from the factors surrounding him.

now lets look at siegfried and talk about most cbc designs

this is where a suit ultimately fails, because its taking a basic presentable 'attractive' look and putting it on a character who was already attractive where it doesnt enhance his look whatsoever. sure siegfried has his tits out but siegfried always has his tits out, however there isnt the appeal that limbo has with a full on outfit because its entirely uncreative. they just stuck him in a suit, gave him glasses and called it a day. his suit could have so easily been improved too by making it backless to conform with his legend, but it doesnt even have that and just feels lazy overall. this costume fails because it rides entirely on siegfriend looking good to make the outfit look good, so the outfit is functionally worthless in making him look attractive, because siegfried is already attractive. and the same trend follows with many of the cbc ces, theyre just uncreative.

these are all incredibly homogeneous: they always have a ce where the round table is just hanging out, a ce where gil and ozy and maybe sometimes iskander or qsh are just stuck together on basic premise, a ce with the kids, some type of office setting, a male idol, maybe a bakery sometimes, so many cbcs fail because of simple uncreativity in using their characters and giving them a costume to enhance the character, so instead its the character that enhances the costume, and most times, this is done by just sticking them in a suit and calling it a day.

so yeah fgo men are fine and well and attractive, the devs are just so unsure of how to make them look attractive with costumes.

#funny enough im going on vacation and wont have internet for a few days so thisll be a fun post to come back to later #fgo #fate grand order #zerav meta #men are attractive and the fgo men quality is fine its just that when given costumes/cbc the devs arent creative #most of the time #queing my list of male fgo cbc ideas after this post lol #anyways putting this part in the tags but the one actual overhyped male character everyone says is hot. diarmuid #diarmuids attractiveness is carried entirely by his character scenario but even then its not executed as well as it could be #'oh hajime is ugly' followed by 'UGH DIARMUID ATTRACTIVE hes so loyal and knightly..' makes me writhe the appeal is the fucking SAME

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cybercasket · 3 months

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What is the Behavioral Event Network?

I just went through the last arc of the ARG (finally), and when paired with the full context of the rest of the ARG, it actually answers a lot of questions regarding what BEN is, its abilities, and its past. However, I feel like it's not very clear to people what exactly "Behavioral Event Network" means and what it does, especially if they don't interact with the BEN Drowned ARG much.

(Forewarning: While I will be trying to write as accurately to the ARG as possible, at the end of the day this is my own interpretation. Many things in it are not only left unclear but are made open for interpretation on purpose, allowing a range of theories to technically be true.

Additionally, content warnings for cults, human sacrifice, and a little bit of talk about general death and violence. Largely average Creepypasta stuff.)

What a character involved with the creation of the Network has to say about it:

The Behavioral Event Network was created by The Moon Children cult, who later renamed themselves to The Eternity Project sometime after 2012 (or the events of the second arc). This statement from Abel implies that the Behavioral Event Network isn't necessarily a single entity or a group of entities that act in sync with each other, but instead a collection of the ascended/digitized people who exist in Majora's Mask.

The purpose of ascension is to supposedly allow the ascendant to free themselves from the fear and struggles of everyday life so that they can live on forever in the digital realm, where they can supposedly go anywhere and be anything that they can dream of and enjoy it, traveling between The Eternity Project's several digital realms for the rest of eternity. After their subject is sufficiently manipulated into wholeheartedly sharing the Moon Children's beliefs, they do this by utilizing a mysterious process that seems to turn them into ghosts and trap them inside a digital AI in a digital realm that the ascendant chooses before they die.

However, this doesn't typically go as planned. For Ben in particular, he allegedly (according to Matt, an ascended member of the Moon Children) wanted to become Link in Majora's Mask. However, the ascended don't always have complete control of what happens to them--leading to things like Ben being trapped inside of The Elegy of Emptiness instead of getting to be Link (at least while the game was being played by someone else, as two people can't use the same model at the same time). Most people who ascend are seen lamenting having done so in some way. There's a theme of betrayal throughout the entire ARG, with phrases like "THEY LIED TO US" being used throughout.

The Father and Absorption

Despite Ben's death being the one that sparked the creation of the Majora's Mask world, Ben was not the first to ascend. Rather, that accolade goes to The Father (also known as Kelbris).

In life, Kelbris was known as a prophet who was the only one who could hear the voice of Luna, the Moon Children's diety. He believed that the world would end soon and that the moon would consume everything--and this influenced the developing cult significantly. In 1998, the Moon Children discovered his electrocuted corpse next to a power outlet. Despite not knowing whether it was foul play or suicide, Kelbris was hailed as the first one to ascend and the cult began to sacrifice its own members, experimenting with ways of having others achieve the same "spiritual release" that Kelbris had.

According to The Moon Children, Kelbris had managed to inhabit a vessel that was "archaic" and they described his ascension process as "unrefined", possibly referencing how Kelbris feels less human than the ascended that came after him. While he is a prevalent force in the cartridge (self-identifying as a god) and the ARG as a whole, he appears to only respond to "stimuli" and react based off of what his code tells him.

When Kelbris/The Father appears in the ARG, he's typically tormenting, threatening, or killing someone--most kills in the ARG are implied to be The Father. However, this behavior may have been coerced by other characters in the ARG.

When The Father kills someone, they are absorbed into the Behavioral Event Network. The most obvious example of this is when it happens to Jadusable (the ARG's first protagonist) after going too far into the cartridge in "THE FATHER.wmv", a video from the 3rd arc. This is implied to happen to a few other characters as well, such as Matt (who appears in the cartridge in the 3rd arc after Kelbris is presumed to have killed him in the 2nd).

Additionally, one of the videos uploaded on Jadusable's YouTube account before the first arc started (the "Creepypasta story" that most people in the fandom know,) a video called "Prototype: All Consume Kills (Warning: Extremely Graphic)" was uploaded, which was confirmed by Jadusable to be a "vague metaphor" for how BEN operates. (So canonically, the Behavioral Event Network kind of works like Alex Mercer in Prototype 😭😭 have fun with that one...) This alludes to the fact that as more characters in the ARG die, more souls get added to the BEN or Majora's Mask world.

Who is in the Behavioral Event Network?

The short answer to this question is... A lot. A lot of people. Pretty much every dead Moon Child is in it, as well as every participant in The Eternity Project after the Moon Children rebranded--most people who have successfully ascended besides from Sarah are in the BEN. Not all of them were absorbed by The Father, a lot of them are implied to have been ascended through other means and somehow ended up in Majora's Mask instead of their intended world.

I might make a longer post about people who are or are likely in the BEN, though I do want to touch on the dominant forces in BEN briefly. This is who I think is largely responsible for BEN's actions as a collective in the ARG as a whole:

The Father: See the above section. He's very powerful and sometimes even breaches the outside world, and some people interpret him as a type of overseer of the BEN. He could have been easily manipulated due to his simplistic and poorly developed AI.

Ben: Typically represented via the Elegy of Emptiness statue. It's not entirely clear the role Ben (the kid who drowned) plays in BEN, though he is confirmed to be involved in terrorizing Jadusable in the first arc (aka the "original Creepypasta story"). Additionally, the Elegy of Emptiness statue is a common motif throughout the ARG--the "canon BEN" image is an AI-generated image with the Elegy of Emptiness likely being used as a source, and in the second arc, dead or missing characters would often have the Elegy of Emptiness statue pasted on their page. While in the 3rd arc, Ben is treated as the innocent, tortured soul who inhabits the Elegy of Emptiness, (eg. Matt says that he was trapped but conscious in the statue unable to do anything, and Circle also refers to him as innocent,) he may have (or previously had) more influence over the game than it seems on the surface. However, it is notable that in The Last Hero.wmv, Matt appears to be able to summon an Elegy statue to a location on his own seemingly without any input from Ben, and that Ben is frequently seen terrified of The Father.

The Masked Children (Goht, Odolwa, Gyorg, Twinmold, and Majora): They use the models of the Moon Children seen on the moon in the original Majora's Mask, and are implied to be inhabited by different spirits. When they're in agreement (or "consensus"), they speak like The Three Witches in Macbeth, but when they're not, there's often a lot of bickering/infighting between each other. Their participation in the events of the first and second arcs is hinted at several times (the dream that Jadusable has in the first arc where a mask is being forced onto his face is connected to (and may have even been induced by) them, one of the first arc's entries is updated in 2020 which includes an added dialogue sequence similar to the way we see the Maksed Children talk to each other in the videos, Goht in particular is connected to DROWNED, the largely silent admin of the Moon Children website in the second arc,) though the third arc is when their actions are more directly connected to them. In the third arc, a few of them are seen fighting Sarah as their respective bosses so they can appease The Father. They're credited with posting signs that have messages like "GET OUT" written on them (which are similar messages seen when something didn't want players to see a webpage, video, or document in earlier parts of the ARG), and they're regularly hostile to Sarah and call her a monster.

This is most of them together, though Odolwa is missing after their encounter with Sarah. You can see better images of their in-game models here.

Rosa: Rosa is another character I find a bit vague and confusing, because she seems to be dead and inhabiting a non-Majora game in the prologue, but appeared to be alive in the second arc. I don't believe Matt makes any comments about his "sister" being dead, though she also disappeared when players used The Song of Healing, so I'm really not sure... Maybe Matt was dead too? Was everyone on that forum dead when the players discovered it? However, she claims to have previously had power in Majora's Mask, though this ended up being heavily diminished by 2020. Another reason why Rosa is notable is because depictions of BEN as a more uniform collective (such as in iseeyou) often contain feminity to some degree, which is usually credited to her by people trying to make sense of it.

Rosa talking about her previous power over Majora's Mask.

A more feminine image of BEN from end.wmv.

An image of a feminine person (assumed by the Jadusable Wiki editors to be Rosa) used in conjunction with the "canon BEN" image and Kelbris/The Father.

TL;DR: BEN can absorb people and makes them Majora's Mask NPCs (like Alex Mercer!), the BEN page on Jadusable Wiki could probably be renamed to World Alpha, and no, you can't fuck it.

Feel free to ask me any questions about this, the ARG, or Creepypasta in general, and I'll do my best to respond!

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Chapter Zero: Know, Not to Know

Summary:

Sami didn't expect Hunter to reveal who were the current Tag Team Champions.

You can read the other fics from my WWE masterlist here.

"Something About You" is posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here)

Warning(s): 18+

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Current Year: 2014

April 24, 2014

Eleven months, twenty-eight days, a special welcome from the NXT roster with doors wide open to Sami felt nostalgic, devoid of acknowledgment of how the future held within the vision. Those expectations lurked endless, different paths until the bright lights held if the choices were correct.

The month of May, the twenty-second in 2013, debuted on live television. At first, fans gave suspicious glances and arched brows after he stepped into the business, unsure who the man was in the opening match— when he gained a victory against his first opponent. More came about as Sami returned, receiving an impressive promo, speaking in different languages at his second opponent, who finished his match before losing against him later on. Surprise rippled the crowd's expression, opinions changed, and he became their fan favorite.

Such fire of passion outgrew the nerves in his chest. No wonder the fans cherish it.

The first person to give compliments backstage is Cesaro, shortened for Antonio Cesaro. Butterflies ached his stomach, stirring up if the decision of the match was decent or not. Cesaro understood the fear and didn't mind eating the pin for the crowd to appreciate him, filled with gratitude. Nevertheless, Sami will not forget some wrestlers can be cocky and arrogant, taunting their performances and pressuring their self-confidence, leading those to doubt their self-esteem and backstage heat. As for him, he clicked with Cesaro in an instant, becoming friends.

His achievements in 2013 were worth the shot: wins, losses, cheated out, hell, being banned by the former NXT Champion, unable to become the number one contender for the championship. If you ask if he did get banned, Sami will answer yes, crystal clear. He'd even used a mask to earn the chance.

The next time the champion tried to ban him from completing the title shot, Sami could wear it again for emergencies.

Over time, the crowd would get bored of this tactic, bringing up the similarities between the mask change and "Twin Magic" he heard of. Never mind, the strategy is off his list.

Now in backstage's gorilla position, hazel eyes full of enthusiasm and wonder, observing two or three matches on the television monitor— while creating hand gestures of the moves and signatures. Mouthing words is like taking notes in a notebook of his wrestling experience. Sami is lost in thought, no one notices.

He never paid attention to a firm pat on the shoulder, so absorbed in the television.

"Quite in a daze, are you?"

Recognizing the serene voice too well, uttering a high-pitched yelp from Sami and jolts off the chair, turning his attention to the boss who created NXT, Hunter Helmsley. He had no idea how silent Hunter roamed across the hallway, joining conversations with other coworkers and crew members. How did no one see it?

Sami stood his posture and flashed a gentle smile on his face. "Sorry, sir, I was just… amazed by the recent matches you've had paired."

He forgot to keep his energy under control, leading to an ongoing blabber of analysis.

"The way Charlotte and Sasha had this… this good chemistry whenever being placed in a tag team match. Pretty insane, am I right? They did a great job! Oh, and let's not forget about Tyson and Mason—"

"Whoa, whoa, deep breaths!" Hunter cracked up a laugh. "I don't want to send you out there with no oxygen left."

Sami stopped, mumbling an apology, took a couple of breaths, and nodded as he prepared to listen.

"Now listen carefully. Corey and The Ascension are paired for the Six-Man Tag Team Match tonight. Some were a handful— and couldn't come here while, well, you get the point of how they are. Until I finally got one," Hunter grumbled some cursing under his breath so Sami couldn't hear, then cleared his throat. "They're currently in the main roster and are in the RAW brand. A month ago, they became the Tag Team Champions and still are."

Sami blinked with a skeptical stare. "Is it the… the, um, the New Age Outlaws or something…?"

"Lost the titles at RAW. Held them for about thirty-six days," Hunter reminded him. "Surprising, I know."

I am not surprised.

During breaks, he watched a few tag team matches on his phone. Some were paired and ended up being over by the fans; however, there can be a higher percentage of choices when the wrestlers are partnered in a random hand with no reason, leading to confusion and no chemistry.

"Let's get back to the topic," Hunter continued. "The Tag Team Champions will be here soon. Hopefully, Breeze and Angelo can hold onto their match to give them extra time."

Oh, the word he despised the most gave the icky feeling: hopefully.

Are the champions good to work with? Will they get along with him, no matter if he's a great person with respect once they arrive? Will they ever visit on time?

"Who are the Tag Team Champions?" Sami questioned in a nervous tone, with determination filled in his eyes.

There can be no regret in asking the boss.

Sami noticed the corner of Hunter's mouth curled into a smile. Some joy danced, no mischief in the slightest.

Biting his bottom lip, when Hunter told him who are the current Tag Team Champions, his eyes blazed in shock.

"The Usos, Jimmy and Jey."

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Dead on Your Feet Chapter 12

As the winner of my WIP poll, Dead on Your Feet gets a full chapter. I don't think I can ever apologize enough for the delay in getting this written. I know that nothing I write can ever be worth that long of waiting BUT i do hope you all like this next chapter.

Chapter Summary: Maverick gets into the helicopter and finds chaos. They may have been rescued from the water but the boys aren’t safe yet

Link for my masterlist for the other parts: Here

Also warnings: MEDICAL SCENES, BLOOD, SURGERY, AND LOTS OF ANGST so be warned

The ascent towards the helicopter is meant to be the end of this whole nightmare for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. His missing pilots have been found; have already risen to the sanctity of the bird hovering in the night sky. Now it is only left to him to be pulled to safety before they can all head home: Maverick yanked from the darkest depths behind a Bradshaw in an eerily familiar fashion. This time however, Pete leaves the cold ocean waves ready to feel victorious, to feel as though he finally has succeeded and achieved the ultimate miracle of the day, getting everyone home alive.

But once more he is struck down.

The second Maverick hauls himself into the rescue helicopter, he knows something is wrong. First and foremost, he is in charge of getting himself inside the aircraft. It's been a few decades since he was last fished from water but even Pete knows that someone is meant to be manning the rope's ascension, a beacon of hope with a strong and steady hand to pull the water logged victims into this airborne shelter. The Captain is on his own here though, no one else stands at the door of the bird, so the older than regulation pilot is forced to stumble on his hands and knees until he is safely inside. A temper burns within him, the need to understand why something else on this day of days is not going as planned. When Maverick looks up at the other occupants of this helicopter to state his indignation though, all he recognizes when his eyes finally focus is chaos.

Gone is the hushed silence from outside, the singular focus on being found and staying alive. It is replaced with a roar of pained sounds and the panic-stricken energy of multiple bodies crammed into a tight space fighting for purchase. Pete’s eyes naturally train on Rooster first, his gaze widening as he sees a young man pulling his Lieutenant back with a harsh grip. Mav moves to intervene, to scream over the hysterical bellowing issuing from Bradshaw’s mouth, and ask what the hell is going on, but before he can even take a step forward, Pete gets a clear view of Jake Seresin on the floor of the aircraft, spread eagle and unmoving, as a middle aged Hispanic man pounds heavily on the blonde’s sternum.

Maverick knows logically that the man above Seresin is some sort of doctor, he can tell just from the uniform alone. However doctor or not, the sight of this man pumping harshly on Jake’s chest makes the older pilot need to look away in fear he might intercede. A protectiveness rises within Pete, unwavering in its ferocity at the unnatural sight before him; a bruised and bloody Hangman being pounded into the floor as a means of saving his life.

Because Seresin isn't breathing.

The grimace from the rescue diver makes a lot more sense now.

Bradley's screams still ring out in the air around them, each one more and more blood curdling. He is being restrained by someone similar in size to the 6 foot Bradshaw and yet Rooster continues to hurl his exhausted and drenched body towards his wingman relentlessly. He roars over all the other noise around them, his temper on full display. It's been over a decade since Maverick has seen it in all its fury but he remembers how the younger Bradshaw could wield his anger like the deadliest sword. His visceral emotions striking like perfect daggers each and every time. Pete knows he needs to control it, to distract Rooster so that the man holding him back can get the rescue swimmer back up and they can make their way back to the ship, but the older pilot is shocked still; his senses all but burnt out at the overwhelming assault of the environment around him.

"Captain" a voice snaps, and Pete turns to see the doctor, the name Sosa stitched onto his chest, still pumping furiously. Maverick can make out the beginnings of a bruise reddening the other man's cheek, the sickening thought that the blow to the face was most likely caused by Bradley's fist before the aviator was properly subdued. "Captain" the man speaks up again, "I need you to control your pilot."

"I-" Maverick gapes helplessly, as though he is being asked to do the impossible; and maybe he is. There might have been a time when he could calm Bradley Bradshaw down with a quick word or a tight hug, when he would snuggle with the little boy who was scared of thunder, or lecture the kid who rode his bike too far down the street. That kid doesn't exist anymore, or perhaps the Maverick that could do all those things is really the one who's gone; either way Pete Mitchell is as helpless to the lashes of Bradley Bradshaw's ire as anyone else.

Pete is not allowed to stay stationary for long though, as once more the voice calls for him to focus. "Captain" the tone is desperate, exhausted, as still Doctor Sosa thrusts his hands powerfully down on Hangman's chest cavity in an effort to bring life back into the kid's heart. "Your Lieutenant's heart is not beating," Sosa explains with a tinge of aggression, "and he's getting no oxygen. Do you understand what that means?" The man spares a quick second to make eye contact with Maverick, his pupils blown in his exertion, "that means if I stop compressions, if I tire, or if we don't get back to the ship soon, he's dead, alright?" The doctor looks back down at the body in hands, the life he is trying to hold onto in his grasp, "he'd have been dead already if he wasn't hypothermic from the temperature of the water" he shares, hushed but still forceful, while a shiver rocks the Hispanic man's frame; as though the core temperature of Lieutenant Seresin has seeped into the doctor’s own bones. "So now please," a firmness laces his words, a command coming from a man who knows how this story is going to end unless something changes soon, "control your pilot or else there was no point in fishing this man out of the sea."

If Pete thinks the water outside was cold, it's nothing compared to the chill that freezes Maverick's blood as he takes in the medical professional's words. He knows CPR is being performed, he knows what that means but to have the terms of Jake's condition spelled out so blatantly, so transparent, it catches Pete off guard. He snaps his eyes over to his godson and shuffles towards him, his body feeling leaden, but determined.

"B-Bradley” Pete raises his hands in a nonthreatening matter but the minute he is close enough, the younger man is launching towards his captain, no doubt looking for an ally in his struggle. With a tight grip, Rooster yanks at the sodden straps of Mav’s flight suit, holding them with the same desperation that oozes from his tenor, “Mav-" he begs, the sound startling in its agony, "you have to- you have to stop him, he’s killing him!”

"Brad-"

"Please" Rooster's pupils are blown dark, scared in a way Maverick hasn't seen since the night Carole Bradshaw had passed and Bradley had clung to his godfather as he cried at the thought that the only parent he had left would leave him too. Pete had felt like someone punched him in the gut that night 18 years ago and he fares no better here. "Bradley it's okay" the older man swallows back the acidic taste of his uncertainty, for all he knows these precious seconds have already expired Seresin's chance of survival. "The doctor- he-he's helping okay?"

"NO!" the moment Rooster realizes his CO isn’t on his side, he starts to fight Mav’s hold as well. He pushes forward, furious in his attempt to get to the doctor still working on his wingman, injured leg be damned, fatigue forgotten. He fights with the frantic and uncoordinated moves of someone under the influence of drugs and Maverick can only assume that a head injury is the culprit of this level of confusion and rage. He can recognize enough of a bump on Bradshaw's head; a dazed cloudiness of mental incognizance meaning the pilot isn't all there right now. It makes Pete try to hold on tighter, willing the man in his grasp, who still feels like a young boy in his memories, to calm down and see that the fight with a tangible enemy is over now. The only battle left is for the man currently on the floor, his chest being pumped in a rhythm that's meant to scare death itself away.

The other man in the helicopter, Jones, his uniform declares, moves back into Maverick's field of vision, a syringe in his hand of an unknown concoction. Somewhere in the rational part of his mind Pete knows that this must be some kind of a sedative, that a subdued Bradley is ultimately the goal here, but the Captain can't even fathom allowing anything to stick Rooster's skin.

He only just got the kid back into his life, he'd be damned if anyone causes him anymore pain.

Jones still strides forward though, and before he can even raise the shot higher, Maverick is moving in, sliding between the two men and taking his godson's arms and vehemently trying to keep them pinned to the side. "I got him" he informs the rescue operative, repeating the phrase when the man looks unconvinced about stepping back. "I got him, now go do your job."

Pete pushes Rooster back towards the rear of the bird while Jones gives one last unsure look before he shuffles back over to the harness at the door instead. Within seconds the rope is being lowered once more, the last edict to be started before they can leave this hellish nightmare.

"Mav" Bradley's voice grating breathlessly snaps the older man's attention back to his charge, watching in baffled awe as despite all his pain and exhaustion, the kid still fights to get out of his Captain's grip with all the energy he can muster. "You don't- you don't get it-" Rooster's eyes widen almost impossibly large, imploring his Captain to understand, "his ribs- he can't- Jake's going to die!"

"Bradley-"

"His ribs were fractured!" the younger man explains wildly, the wet curls on his head bouncing with his emotions as still he fights to surge forward, "He told me, he was coughing blood! If he keeps pounding on them, he's going to kill him!"

"I'm not the one killing him here, you are!" the Hispanic doctor looks at the edge of his patience, barely taking his eyes off Seresin's chest as he continues his motions. In Maverick's arms, he can feel Bradley deflate, the constant push against his hold finally lessening. "W-What?" the kid blubbers stumbling backwards as though the other man's accusation hit him like physical blows.

Doctor Sosa's expression softens though his intensity in his CPR stays strong, "he needs more help than I can give him in this bird, you need to let us work." On the side of the helicopter Jones starts to lean over, no doubt helping the rescue swimmer up the last few feet. Sosa motions their way, "he could use a hand pulling him up. We get him in; we go back to the boat. That is what will help your wingman here okay? That’s his best shot at actually getting home alive at this point.”

Pete spares a glance at Rooster but the man is like a marionette with its strings cut as he leans against the back wall of the aircraft. Taking a risk, Maverick releases the hold on his Lieutenant, pleased when Bradley doesn't make a beeline for the Doctor and Seresin, but instead lowers down to the floor in an almost fetal position. Now free, Captain Mitchell hurries over to the edge of the door and offers his own hand to pull the last man up. Between him and Jones, the motion is fluid and quick, the swimmer inside and unstrapped within seconds.

For a moment Maverick stands suspended, in the center of complete and utter turmoil but without a sense of where to go or what to do. His entire life Pete had prided himself on his ingenuity and ability to think on his feet, to walk (or fly) into a situation and read it and act accordingly, but right here, right now, he feels a sense of helplessness that burns like fire. He stutters steps towards Hangman, drawn to the severity of the kid's predicament, but his movements are aborted from the sickening snap of what must be a rib bone and an exhausted huff from the Doctor.

"Wilkes!" the Hispanic man calls and suddenly the rescue swimmer is pushing past Pete to kneel on the other side of Seresin's prone form, the ocean water still dripping from his youthful face. "I'm here-" the man announces, discarding his helmet and life vest to give himself more room. “He was bradycardic in the water-“

“And his heart stopped completely once he got up here and I tried to take a look at his chest.” Sosa lays himself almost completely on top of Hangman’s body, his ear pressed against the prone man’s right pec, “Get the paddles.”

“I’m still wet-“ Wilkes argues halfheartedly, though still reaching for the equipment.

The Doctor sits up with a nod, “I know, just help me get them on him, I’ll pulse it.”

As the two work seamlessly, Pete can’t help but watch in a sort of mesmerized fog. The commanding officer in him wants to take charge, to demand answers on his pilot’s condition, to inquire on the success rates on these two men’s endeavors but the fearfulness of the harsh truths of this situation leaves him frozen and still. Behind Maverick, he can hear Jones approaching Bradley once more, and that finally snaps Pete out of it, spinning himself on his heels in a panic that Rooster might be in danger of sedation again. Instead, Jones is walking forward with a blanket and trying to cautiously wrap it around the drenched pilot. It is then that Pete notices how bad Bradley is shaking; no doubt the shivers being disguised by his angry tirade from before.

Maverick can’t help Hangman, if anything he will probably only get in the way, but he can help Bradley. The older man moves that way, helping guide the blanket the rest of the way over the sitting pilot, and throwing his arm around the man for good measure. “Bradley?” he questions, hoping to get some sort of reaction from the kid beside him.

Rooster’s eyes are forward, watching and trembling as Doctor Sosa announces the charging of the paddles and brings them down to Hangman’s chest. As Seresin’s body jumps, so does Bradshaw, the two men connected so completely after their harrowing experience. Despite the shock to his heart there is no change to Jake’s position and Pete feels a weight on his own chest at the implications. He suddenly wonders if Bradley is about to watch his wingman die, like he did with Goose 30 years ago.

“Charging 200,” Sosa lowers the paddles again, Rooster shaking in time with the impact on Jake. This time there is a beeping noise on the monitor before the doctor all but throws the medical devices away. “I got him back!” the man hollers, the relief evident in not only his tone but his posture. The reprieve is short lived though as a horrible retching sound fumbles from Jake’s slackened mouth and a torrent of red tinged liquid bubbles for his lips. “Shit!” the doctor curses, reaching over to flip Seresin onto his side. “Help me turn him, he's going to choke otherwise."

Wilkes assists immediately, the two men able to shift the injured pilot so the water flows down the side of Hangman’s right cheek and into a the puddle of ocean water laying stagnant on the aircraft’s flooring. The image of the blood looks something from a horror movie, Seresin’s movie star good looks tarnished by this stain of the precious liquid. When it finally stops pouring, the blonde is shifted back down again, Doctor Sosa’s stethoscope pressing along key points on his body. “Respirations are weak and breathy, he’s not getting enough oxygen” the medical jargon continues, though Sosa seems to be speaking mainly to himself rather than the audience. “He’s got a traumatic pneumothroax in the left ventricle, collapsed lung, I’m going to need to re-inflate.” Finally he looks over to his partner, “Chest tube and bag, now.”

“Sir” Wilkes acknowledges yanking for the medical bag and riffling through quickly. As he prepares that Sosa looks over to the other three occupants in the back of the helicopter, “His lung’s punctured” the doctor shares, moving to Hangman’s side and ripping the tattered remains of his flight suit away easily. Seresin’s normally tanned skin looks anything but, the flesh stretched taunt over his muscles with various shades of purple and blue bruising, scrapes and lacerations rippled down the exposed skin. A prickle itches at Pete’s eyes, the creation of watery tears beginning at the sight of abuse his pilot sustained. He chose Jake for this mission all those hours ago, put him in the position to sustain these injuries, put him at risk to succumb to them. Guilt churns in Maverick’s stomach and nausea threatens. The older man closes his eyes but still he sees that bruised torso haunting him.

Someone clears their throat and Pete looks up to see the Doctor trying to catch his eye. “You might-“ he hesitates, the first sign of uncertainty this qualified man has shown yet, “you shouldn’t watch this part” he finally warns before he turns back to his patient and reaches for his scalpel.

It’s sound advice but Pete is already sure he is going to ignore it. He owes it to Hangman, to Jake, to watch his back all the way through. It is Maverick’s penance for his actions on this mission, for not convincing Cyclone to send him instead, for sending these kids on a suicide mission and then leaving two of them behind.

But Mav’s penance isn’t Bradley’s and god knows the shaking and unfocused staring coming from the last living Bradshaw is freaking the Captain out enough. He shifts Rooster to turn away, jarring the Lieutenant’s injured leg enough that the kid manages to snap out of his daze and wince. “Hey Rooster” Pete speaks softly when the brunette’s eyes roam his surroundings. “Come on kid, let’s get you comfortable.”

“Jake-“ the pilot whispers, his fight gone as he allows Maverick and Jones too, to shuffle him in a half circle so his back is to the make-shift operating room occurring in the middle of their helicopter. Pete takes a gentle hand and swipes some of Bradley’s curls from his face, frowning at the few second hesitation it takes Rooster’s eyes to follow the movement. The younger pilot says nothing more, just stays huddle in the blanket facing the black paneling of metal and machinery. Pete keeps one hand on Rooster’s wrist, feeling the kid’s pulse as he turns back in time to see the scalpel in Doctor Sosa’s hand shine against the artificial light in the helicopter’s middle chamber. The Hispanic man takes one steadying breath before he leans down towards Jake’s left side and slices horizontally across the side of his chest. The incision isn’t exactly big but the minute the skin is cut, blood pours. It seems like an extraordinary amount but both Sosa and Wilkes seem composed, more composed than Maverick himself is feeling, so the older pilot resolves to stay quiet and stay watching. As the puddle under Hangman continues to grow, Pete feels lightheaded, convinced that the man is losing too much of the life saving liquid.

Doctor Sosa’s gloved hand reaches inside the slit and he looks to rummage around, causing more blood to squelch out. When he removes his hand, they are covered but despite the slick he is able to grasp the tube handed to him cleanly and throw his hand back inside with the equipment. Pete knows he is about a second from tossing his stomach contents yet again today but he manages to hold on, watching with as little senses as possible as the tube is fed out from the wound on Jake’s side and connected to a bag. Immediately the clear plastic starts to fill, a bubbling of more blood filling the contents rapidly. The medical staff exchanges looks and Maverick knows this isn’t good.

“Call the ship” Sosa orders loudly and it takes Pete a ridiculous amount of time to realize that the Doctor is calling out to the pilots of the helicopter. If Mav is honest with himself the adrenaline and drama of the past few minutes has made him forget that there were people on this bird besides the six men currently in various conditions of disarray in the middle of this aircraft. He forgot that there were people flying them home but now he sees as a man with a radio mic running from his ear to his mouth turns and sticks his head through the narrow console between the front and back of the bird. “Got command on the line” he informs them.

“Tell medical to stock up on blood. He’s going to need a transfusion immediately.”

“Copy” the co pilot turns, no doubt to relay the message, before he snaps back in their direction, “what type?” he questions.

Sosa reaches for the dog tags hanging limp around Seresin’s neck. His blood soaked hands make his grip challenging, leading a spattering of red to grace the indentation of Jake’s adam’s apple and the metal tags themselves. Once the Doctor gets a quick read he lets the necklace fall back down, “O positive” he informs, before moving to his next task.

Beside him, Pete can still feel Bradley shaking and he subconsciously shivers himself. Maverick knows his chill isn’t just from the water, but from what he has just witnessed and he knows that is true for Bradley too. He releases the kid’s arm, moving to bring him closer to the side when a voice stops him. “I got blue lips over here Doc” Jones is announcing, looking at Bradley as though he was a caged animal but still with care and concern. “He’s not warming fast enough.”

“Saline” the doctor announces suddenly, holding a hand out to the two forward pilots expectantly. Maverick’s not sure what he expects the two helicopter operators to do before they each seem to reach into their flight suits, producing the bags of clear liquid from inside. It’s certainly not a funny situation but the medical professional manages to scoff amusedly at the look of incredulousness on Pete’s face. “I made them stuff themselves before we left Captain” he explains as he hands a bag over to Jones before taking the other and leaning back over Seresin. He connects a line to the pack before attaching the other end to the IV he inserted in Hangman’s arm, “this water is freezing and you’re all borderline hypothermic. Warm saline solution is the safest way to slowly and safely get your temperatures ticking back up while we wait to get back to the carrier. And body heat” he pulls another bag from inside his own arm pit, “is a quick way to keep these bags toasty.”

Pete nods like he understands but really he is so far out of his element all he can do is watch. Turning back to Jones he sees the man reach for Bradley’s free arm, no sedation syringe anymore but instead an IV of Rooster’s own to help bring his body temperature up. The motions spur the younger man into a lazy reaction, shock and exhaustion finally having won out and preventing the injured pilot from offering any resistance. Once the saline bag is connected, Pete watches as both Sosa and Jones apply pressure to the top, squeezing the solution down to get it into the bloodstream of the downed wingmen faster. When Wilkes approaches Pete to begin the process with him, he has half a mind to refuse it, the saline is more precious for the boys than him, but a sharp glance from Doctor Sosa prevents Maverick from arguing.

“Sir” the co pilot turns around again, headset still on, “command wants to know if they should prep another bird for a medical evac to Lemoore-“

“Negative. He’s not making it to Lemoore” the Hispanic man answers back immediately. As though realizing his words he takes a second to look up at his other patients. “I’m sorry” he manages, and he does look it. “But the Lieutenant isn’t stable enough for that length of travel.”

“Is he-“ Pete swallows, but his mind is so numb he almost seems to forget how and starts to choke on his own tongue. Wilkes gives a few habitual pats to his back before Maverick is able to compose himself enough to try to speak again, “Is Seresin- is he going to make it?” the older man finally grits out.

The whole helicopter seems to go silent as they wait for Sosa’s answer, Pete feels like he doesn’t even hear the blades whirling anymore. Finally the Doctor sighs, looking down at his patient with a frown, “we did everything we could” he finally offers, nowhere near good enough to give Pete the peace of mind he craves so desperately. “Let’s just hope the Lieutenant keeps fighting” he shares, face grim and saying more than his words ever could.

There’s a hesitance when they land on deck. A crowd has formed, all the crew watching with baited breath to see if a celebration can finally occur. After they touch down and the engines of the helicopter are turned off and the blades begin to slow, the group comes closer, the anticipation of the final result of this suicide mission on the precipice. The door to the middle of the aircraft is open and every breath is held. One call from Doctor Sosa for more medical support and the plans for cheering are all scrapped. Instead a hushed silence befalls the carrier, the Daggers in the center of it all, waiting for their teammates with clingy tears and chanted prayers. Phoenix and Coyote are front and center, Machado still wearing his gear, no doubt having landed minutes before the helicopter. They each hold the other tightly like they were on the deck of the ship before Maverick took off, though both look more battle worn from the roller-coaster of emotions they been through in the last hour.

Javy’s eyes roam the length of the aircraft, frantic for anything he can see to give him the answers he so desperately need. Phoenix stands on her tippy-toes looking for a familiar mop of brown hair, the smallest of the group but tenacious, physically willing herself taller to get that first glance of her best friend.

A staff of doctors rush forward, bringing a stretcher and laying it on the floor of the helicopter. Wilkes and Sosa transport Hangman onto it immediately before snapping at the two men to get the injured man down to medical asap. They both follow behind the stretcher, sprouting off information and vitals at a rapid pace.

The second he catches a glimpse of his best friend, Javy moves to step forward but he is pushed aside as they take Seresin’s prone body into the bowels of the ship for surgery. Coyote scrunches into himself, sobs shaking his form as he lets out a guttural cry. Payback wraps a hand around the distraught man but even he seems shaken.

Rooster is helped out next, his leg preventing him from walking off himself and another doctor is called. Phoenix’s face turns green at first but the second she sees Bradley awake and mostly aware, she is crying too. Just as Maverick is assisted out of the helicopter he witnesses the woman stepping closer, Bob as dutifully as ever following on her heels. Natasha reaches out a hand for Rooster to grab and gives a watery smile as he finally manages to squeeze the digits back. The two share another look before Natasha is launching herself into Bradley’s arms, squeezing tightly. Despite the height difference Rooster manages to get his head to rest in the crook of the young woman’s neck, sniffling back his own sob as they hold each other for a instant.

Their moment is interrupted by the newest medical personal in their vicinity as they push for Rooster to get a wheelchair and proceed to medical. Nat nods in agreement, as do some of the other daggers who have closed ranks and surrounded their returned teammate but Bradley says nothing, instead just turning around looking for something. As Maverick comes closer, Rooster finally locks eyes on his godfather before looking away just as quick.

The Maverick of a week ago would have stepped away; afraid to overstep, to enrage Bradley or push him further away, but Pete is a changed man. He has lost too much, been hit with the threat of losing everything and he is tired of treading cautiously. He’s tired of being passive and apologetic in every interaction. Instead Maverick embraces his own feelings and wants and tugs impatiently at Bradley’s sodden flight suit until the younger man faces him. There is confusion on Bradshaw’s face but also that same look of fear from the helicopter. Pete makes sure the glassy brown eyes are on him before he speaks. “I’m taking you to medical” he tells the concussed and injured man in front of him, leaving absolutely no room for argument, “let’s go.”

“Mav-“ Bradley mumbles, and Pete prepares for the rejection, the anger, the pushback that has been his life for the past decade and a half when it’s come to Bradley Bradshaw. Miraculously though, in a day of incredibly feats, he gets one more. The curly haired brunette doesn’t push Mav away, instead he reaches for him. “I don’t-“ Rooster pauses, looks down at his leg dejectedly, “I don’t think I can walk” he admits turning back to Mav a little sheepishly.

Pete just shakes his head, feeling the rush of love he has held for this kid, his kid, bubble back to the surface. “That’s alright,” he soothes, shouldering the taller man’s weight despite the height difference. He slowly moves them towards the carrier’s med bay, his arms sturdy when Bradley almost trips and falls. “I got you Bradley" he speaks up, his breath almost hitching with how much those words are now going to be a promise for the rest of his life, "I got ya kid.”

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dandelionrevolution · 2 months

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I’m not sure how reliably I’ll be able to keep up with it, but I’ve been wanting to start posting weekly or monthly Good News compilations, with a focus on ecology but also some health and human rights type stuff. I’ll try to keep the sources recent (like from within the last week or month, whichever it happens to be), but sometimes original dates are hard to find. Also, all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.

Anyway, here’s some good news from the first week of March!

1. Mexican Wolf Population Grows for Eighth Consecutive Year

““In total, 99 pups carefully selected for their genetic value have been placed in 40 wild dens since 2016, and some of these fosters have produced litters of their own. While recovery is in the future, examining the last decade of data certainly provides optimism that recovery will be achieved.””

2. “Remarkable achievement:” Victoria solar farm reaches full power ahead of schedule

“The 130MW Glenrowan solar farm in Victoria has knocked out another milestone, reaching full power and completing final grid connection testing just months after achieving first generation in late November.”

3. UTEP scientists capture first known photographs of tropical bird long thought lost

“The yellow-crested helmetshrike is a rare bird species endemic to Africa that had been listed as “lost” by the American Bird Conservancy when it hadn’t been seen in nearly two decades. Until now.”

4. France Protects Abortion as a 'Guaranteed Freedom' in Constitution

“[A]t a special congress in Versailles, France’s parliament voted by an overwhelming majority to add the freedom to have an abortion to the country’s constitution. Though abortion has been legal in France since 1975, the historic move aims to establish a safeguard in the face of global attacks on abortion access and sexual and reproductive health rights.”

5. [Fish & Wildlife] Service Approves Conservation Agreement for Six Aquatic Species in the Trinity River Basin

“Besides conserving the six species in the CCAA, activities implemented in this agreement will also improve the water quality and natural flows of rivers for the benefit of rural and urban communities dependent on these water sources.”

6. Reforestation offset the effects of global warming in the southeastern United States

“In America’s southeast, except for most of Florida and Virginia, “temperatures have flatlined, or even cooled,” due to reforestation, even as most of the world has grown warmer, reports The Guardian.”

7. Places across the U.S. are testing no-strings cash as part of the social safety net

“Cash aid without conditions was considered a radical idea before the pandemic. But early results from a program in Stockton, Calif., showed promise. Then interest exploded after it became clear how much COVID stimulus checks and emergency rental payments had helped people. The U.S. Census Bureau found that an expanded child tax credit cut child poverty in half.”

8. The Road to Recovery for the Florida Golden Aster: Why We Should Care

“After a five-year review conducted in 2009 recommended reclassifying the species to threatened, the Florida golden aster was proposed for removal from the Federal List of Endangered and Threatened Plants due to recovery in June 2021, indicating the threats to the species had been reduced or eliminated.”

9. A smart molecule beats the mutation behind most pancreatic cancer

“Researchers have designed a candidate drug that could help make pancreatic cancer, which is almost always fatal, a treatable, perhaps even curable, condition.”

10. Nurses’ union at Austin’s Ascension Seton Medical Center ratifies historic first contract

“The contract, which NNOC said in a news release was “overwhelmingly” voted through by the union, includes provisions the union believes will improve patient care and retention of nurses.”

This and future editions will also be going up on my new Ko-fi, where you can support my art and get doodled phone wallpapers! EDIT: Actually, I can't find any indication that curating links like this is allowed on Ko-fi, so to play it safe I'll stick to just posting here on Tumblr. BUT, you can still support me over on Ko-fi if you want to see my Good News compilations continue!

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An eternal bond.pt4. Final.

Astarion's POV.

Part 1 👇

Fandom: Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: AstarionxF!Reader/TAV

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Summary:

The story where Astarion is the father of his children comes to an end, after spending months with you and your son, a new child is born and the Vampire Lord makes a decision that completely changed his fate and a great loss.

Notes:

The end of a history can be the beginning of another, no? PS: there no happy end.

Warnings: mature content, explicit and unprotected sex, pregnancy, a lot of blood, no happy ending.

At the time Alec's message arrived, Astarion was very busy at a ball he organized for the high society of Baldurs Gate, filled with alcohol, sex, orgy and blood, this last part for him at least. His spawns were responsible for finding victims in the crowd and his dungeon would soon be full of them again, not that they would live for long, of course they wouldn't, the ones he found most promising he would transform into spawns and thus his empire in The underworld of Baldurs Gate grew more and more, solidified and would soon be one step away from taking the city for himself... But after Alec's message, Astarion felt an urgency greater than his achievements to go after his wife before she disappeared again without leaving a trace, taking her heir.

Of course his plans were simple before seeing her, manipulating her to prevent her from leaving, seeing the boy - from afar of course - and returning to the ball... But when he saw her again that thing inside him screamed for She yearned, begged, desired to smell her up close again, the touch of her warm skin, her delicious lips, her blood... To have her, to make her his again and he gave in to that impulse.

But that thing inside him also wanted the boy, his son, it wanted to see him closer, talk to him, hug him, caress his white curls... But to Astarion's surprise, the boy was a bit cold, He hated him with just one look, which he thought was great, after all, he didn't need his son's love, just for him to stay alive since he was the heir to everything he had achieved.

His whole plan had gone down the drain at last when he lay with her again, when he took her again, when he tasted her, he felt chains binding him to her, an unbreakable bond, he felt love, what he never expected to feel, a spark that ignited and that now burns without stopping.

The decision to spend more time with her, and with the boy, was perhaps hasty, but he needed it, he needed to see what his life would be like if he hadn't ascended, he wanted to see himself at her side with her as his wife, not consort, but wife, and his plans were going beyond warm nights full of sex, he wanted to put another child in her, two, three more, he wanted to fill her with him and have more heirs, obvious reasons of course, since his first one didn't want don't even go near him. And during the several weeks that he was living his dull life in the boy's presence, he refused to speak to him, refused to be in his presence.

The Vampire Lord sighed, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, the sun was almost rising and he looked at his partner sleeping next to him, lying face down and totally naked, full of hickey and light bite marks, his back was sore from her fierce scratching, a delight in fact.

Astarion then leans over to her, to her back, removing her long hair and begins to give slow kisses around the area, she moans and moves in bed, but doesn't wake up. He smiles vilely and continues the kisses, going down to her ass and uncovering it from the sheet, he takes his hand to the soft flesh and squeezes it slowly and gives it a kiss, then he opens his mouth and slides his teeth along the skin, his fangs leaving two straight scratches from which drops of blood began to emerge and he licked them.

"Hmm..." she mumbles and slowly looks at him over her shoulder. "Astarion, I'm sleeping..."

"For now," he says moving behind her and she sighs tiredly.He then holds the two sides of her ass and pulls them apart, bends down to the space between them and kisses down to her sex, which was already wet, hot. The vampire then lets out a malicious laugh. "Your dreams were very wet, darling" he says and she takes a deep breath when his tongue traces the entire length making her moan.

Without having to order her to stick her ass for him, she did so by grabbing the pillow.

"So obedient," he says, laughing, kissing her sex. "You're perfect."

He touches the hot and wet area, causing the woman to let out a loud, hoarse moan. His tongue penetrates her, being embraced by her inner walls in her slippery sex, making him almost go into ecstasy. His mouth went down to her clitoris, his lips taking it between them and he began to suck it slowly, tortuously, nibbling, licking. Her heavy breath, her trembling body and her moans make the penis pulse, making the accumulation of pre-ejaculatory liquid drip onto the sheet.

"Astarion..." she moans his name in a soft, velvety way, making him respond with a loud, hoarse purr as he sucks her slowly, taking in all her sweet juice, smearing himself with it. He moves away from her and gets on his knees behind the woman, the vampire takes his hand to his throbbing cock and slowly masturbates it, looking at the woman's soaked intimacy, it even runs down her leg.

Gods, how delicious she was.

He then slaps her on the ass, making her let out a moaning scream and looking over her shoulder, drunk with pleasure. She spreads her legs further apart in a more than inviting way.

"Good girl," he says with a husky and sensual voice, leaning over her, grabbing her hair by the back of her neck firmly and giving her a fierce and thirsty kiss. Astarion takes his hand to his dick and positions it at the entrance to the woman's sex and slowly penetrates her, causing her to let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile, biting her lower lip. "I want to fuck you until you won't be able to get out of this bed for a whole day" he says against her ear.

He begins to thrust into her, very slowly, her inner walls contracting around him deliciously. The Vampire Lord passes his arm under her and takes his fingers to the woman's swollen and sensitive clitoris, starting to make slow circular movements, very slowly, while he continues to insert it slowly. She takes a shaky breath and sucks in air between her exposed teeth and moves her hips with his movements.

Astarion smiles, in more than 200 years, hundreds of lovers, men and women, none have ever had such an extreme connection with him, never had sex so delicious and that suited him, that completed him. Her body trembles as if she were exposed to extreme cold, her moans increase and she takes a hand to his disheveled hair, grabbing the curls between her fingers and turns her face towards him, giving him a deep, flustered kiss. He moans into the kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts a little, going deeper. The Lord takes his hand to the woman's neck, grabbing it there gently, holding her while he kisses her face, her moans are loud, mixing with the obscene noise of sex and his skin slowly slapping against hers.

Astarion continues that rhythm, not fast, not slow, but deeply, moving in and out of her almost to the tip of his cock and back to the end of her. His partner's hot body began to tremble, the moans becoming uncontrolled and she became tighter and tighter and soon they both reached orgasm together, he kissed her while pouring his seed inside her, deep inside, ensuring that nothing was wasted .When his cock stopped spasming, Astarion ceases the kiss and puts his forehead against the side of the woman's head, who breathes heavily and moans softly.

"You are my ruin" he says very softly in her ear, making her smile sweetly. Slowly he withdraws from her and rolls over on the bed until he is lying face to face with the woman who has the most beautiful satisfied smile on her face.

He caresses her cheek and gives her a long kiss, she soon fell asleep still with that beautiful smile and he couldn't feel anything other than pride in himself for making that woman satisfied.

He sighs and was about to snuggle up to her, however, a very suspicious noise upstairs made him alert. Astarion then gets up from the bed, puts on pants and walks out of the room, arriving in the common area of the house he continues to hear suspicious noises, then goes up the stairs heading towards the only room on the upper floor, his son's room.

The vampire opens the door to the boy's room and sees a surprising vision: little Astarion was returning from a night out. The boy didn't notice his presence as he closed the window surreptitiously. Astarion arches his eyebrow with a sideways smile, he crosses his arms and leans his shoulder against the doorframe just waiting for Asta to notice him. The boy slowly turned around and headed towards the bed where Scratch, the old dog, was sleeping.As soon as Asta noticed him, the boy widened his eyes and froze in place, staring at him. The boy's chin and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood.

"It's better to clean your mouth before going to sleep" Astarion said to his son, who had an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" the boy asks.

"I heard a certain "raccoon" climbing from the walls", the vampire says, moving away from the door frame and walking further into the room. "Sneaking out at night? Your mother won't like this at all."

"You have nothing to do with this, and you won't tell my mother" the boy retorts in pure diseducation.

"I think you forgot a small detail, boy", Astarion says. "That I am your father."

The boy makes a disgusted face and shows his teeth, his sharp fangs and Astarion laughs.

"You're cute, son" he says leaving the room and as he goes down the stairs he hears the door slamming loudly. He could say that it was bothering him that the boy hated himself so much, but it didn't make any difference to tell the truth.

***

The Vampire Lord's wife ate breakfast with their son, sitting at the table while eating a lot, he didn't judge her, after all he had kept her very busy during the night, hunger was an obvious result. Astarion looks at his son who is just picking at the food, he must be full, in fact, the little night hunt must have been satiating for the boy.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the woman asks and the boy looks at her, eyes innocent and surprised. Small two-faced.

"I'm not hungry... Can I go?" He asks and she gives him a sweet smile.

"Of course, don't forget the books" she says, taking his plate and moving it away from the smiling boy. He gets up and goes around the table, hugs his mother, kissing her on the temple and she then kisses him on the cheek. Then Asta leaves the kitchen, goes to the closet next to the door and there he had a backpack and went out

"Does he never miss?", the vampire asks.

"He loves studying", the woman replies.

"He really is a very diligent student", he says, approaching her from behind and leaning over her, what makes gives she smile.

"His father was an academic, maybe that influenced him" she says and he smiles resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you know that he leaves at night?" he says and she stops with the cutlery. The woman stops and looks at him, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" Astarion lets out a low laugh and moves away from her, pulls out the chair next to the woman's and sits there.

"Today after our delicious sex, I heard a suspicious noise coming from the upper floor, from his room", said the Vampire Lord and she continued looking at him, in total silence. "I went to find out and our beloved boy was returning from his nighttime getaway with blood on his mouth."

"My goodness", she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face and then lowering them and looking at him. "Blood from what?", Astarion wrinkled his forehead at the question.

"I don't know for sure, but it was from an animal", he replied and she breathed a sigh of relief. A certain discomfort ran through the vampire determined to relieve his wife... "Astarion never drank people's blood, I suppose" he said seriously and she looked at him.

"He drank mine, but he didn't want any more and so we went on the animal diet", she said, getting up and taking the dishes from the table. "He doesn't like drinking people's blood."

Astarion laughs and she looks at him, then ignores him, letting him laugh alone while she takes the dishes to the sink.

"Love, impossible", he says. "The blood of humanoid beings is infinitely tastier, superior. The boy has needed this type of blood since he was in your belly. Remember?"

"It was different, I was the one who drank..."

"But he was the one who needed it", he replied, getting up and going to her. "You know, my love... I know you two like this life... of peasants. But, I see that this is not the best place for Astarion. He needs more..."

"No," she said. "It is not necessary."

"It would even be good for his studies," the vampire continues. "Think carefully..."

"No!" she exclaimed, putting down the dishes and turning to him, tears in her eyes, her body shaking. "No..."

He stares at her in silence and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall.

"You've been here too long, if you miss Baldurs Gate so much, you should go back to your palace," she said. "I couldn't have allowed you to stay..."

"You need me, you want me, you love me," he growls between his teeth, taking her shoulders with his hands. "You are mine."

"I'm not" the woman replies, looking into his eyes. "Astarion, and I can't be, even if I love you, even if you are the father of my children... this will never work."

The Vampire Lord closes his eyes taking a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not rip that insolent woman's head off... And at that moment he noticed that she used the word children, in the plural. He opened his red eyes, looking at her with surprise.

"You are pregnant?" he asked and she pushed him away from her, turning around him. "Answer me!"

"I am!" she shouts with a choked voice, looking at him. "I am..."

Astarion has a livid expression on his face, a small smile forming.

"Since when?..."

"It's been a week since I found out."

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

"You would know, when you were at the palace, Alec would break the news."

"In the palace?", he questions, approaching slowly. "Did you already have plans to expel me?"

"Yes," she replied firmly. "You have your empire to look after, Astarion, you have your dark and cruel world waiting for you. And even though it pains me to say... you don't belong here, you don't belong on our side." she places her hand on her belly. "Enough" she said, turning her back and leaving the house.

Astarion stopped and looked around, he looked at his hands... who he was trying to fool by spending there four months there wasn't his wife or the boy, he was fooling himself, letting himself be carried away by that thing inside him, that weak voice, that weakness that begged for life that he said goodbye to without even feeling guilty.

She was right, he didn't belong there.

***

At the exact moment the Vampire Lord was satisfying himself on the neck of a beautiful human boy, young, handsome, with delicious blood. And he would continue to enjoy the boy's neck if it weren't for a message from Alec:

"Your consort is not well, my Master."

He would ignore it, after all, she didn't want him around, but one small detail made him panic... His wife was pregnant and the birth was a few days away, by his count. At the same moment, the vampire removed his mouth from the human, pushing him hard against the wall, enough to kill the unfortunate man. It didn't matter the moment of pleasure, no, if she wasn't well, he had to go. He quickly put on a hideously ordinary outfit and set off towards the remote location in the form of black smoke, moving faster than the winds. When already flying over the property, Astarion descended to the ground, brutally hitting him, causing black smoke to spread everywhere and he soon started walking towards the house.

The smell of her blood invaded his nostrils, his pupils dilated and his heart accelerated, it was a lot of blood. Astarion's eyes hover over his son who was sitting on the porch, the owl bear nearby as well as Scratch and Alec comforting the boy. As soon as the spawn saw him, he put himself in an alert position, moving away from the boy.

"Master..."

"What is happening?" Astarion asked, walking straight past him and opening the door of the house, to his surprise, Alec followed him into the residence.

"The labor is being..." the boy was saying when Astarion opened the door to the woman's room and was completely paralyzed.

Bloody towels, buckets of red water, the smell of blood so strong that it seemed to be inside her body and she... She was sitting on the bed, naked, legs open and the sheet completely red with blood, she was leaning against the pillows and panting, weak.

"Difficult..." Alec said, swallowing hard.

The midwife looked at them.

"No men here!"

" Shut up!" Astarion roared in his total fury, making the dwarf flinch.

The pale elf quickly walked over to his exhausted wife, holding her head by the back of her neck and making her look at him... Her eyes were almost lifeless.

"No, no, no," he said, bringing his other hand to her face and looked at the midwife. "Do something!"

"I-I've already done everything I could " she said. "The child is turned over... The only way would be to open the belly."

"But that would kill her" said Alec and the dwarf looked at him.

"It won't be much different than now "-she said and Astarion looked at the face of the woman who owed everything he had, everything, absolutely everything.

"You can't give up" he said and the twilight began to paint the night sky. "You are the damn heroine of Baldurs Gate! Let's go!" he held her face in his hands, but she didn't respond, her breathing was shallow... there was no solution, death was waiting to take her. "Open it" said Astarion to the midwife. The little woman and Alec looked at each other wide-eyed. "Open the damn belly and take out the child!"

"But, Sir..." the midwife was saying.

"Now!" Astarion ordered, his voice becoming thicker, like that of a demon and his eyes glowed red. The midwife said nothing, just quickly took the necessary sharp instrument and went to the slowly dying woman. The dwarf skillfully began to open a cut on the foot of the woman's belly, who made an expression of pain and moaned softly.

" It's okay, it will be quick, I promise, my love, I promise" said Astarion, kissing her on the forehead, his red eyes then went to the midwife who was opening the belly, the blood running like a stream from the incision.

The small hands were soon entering the open cut, feeling, searching, while the Vampire Lord's wife moaned in pain, almost dying.

"Get her out soon!" Alec screams in despair.

"I am trying! - the midwife says and Astarion sees her two hands pulling the baby's feet out of the cut.

"Just a little more" said Alec, going to the last clean towel, picking it up and approaching the midwife who pulled the baby out. Alec quickly wrapped the white towel around him.

"She's not breathing, clear her airways!" said the midwife, going with Alec to the small table prepared to receive the baby and they began to try to save the child's life. Astarion then looked at the woman, her eyes dull, her breathing failing, ending... he knew she would hate him for that.

The Vampire Lord quickly bit his own wrist, opening a large wound, and grabbed the woman's chin, opening her mouth.

"Here, take everything" he said, pouring the ascended blood into her mouth, flooding it, causing the blood to flow down her throat. "You can't leave me, I forbid you."

He said with tears running down his face and rested his forehead against the side of her forehead. At the same moment the baby cried, she took a deep breath, her body began to spasm, the cut in her belly closed and she began to scream.

"By the gods..." said the midwife completely in shock. The dwarf looked at the baby who was now crying and being cleaned by Alec. "This is the spawn of a demon..."

Astarion looked at the woman and then at Alec who was looking at her angrily. With a signal from the lord, the spawn advanced on the dwarf, sinking his fangs into her neck. Astarion's wife, however, stopped screaming and writhing, falling into a deep sleep amidst the blood-soaked sheets. Alec finished drying the midwife's veins and quickly returned to the baby, wrapping him in the towel again and cradling him on his chest.

"Bring him here" said Astarion and the spawn obeyed him promptly.

The vampire took the newborn child in his hands and placed it in his arm, the little white thing, bald and covered in blood, couldn't stop crying.

"Maybe it's better to put her on her mother's chest" said Alec and Astarion nodded.

With the greatest care and delicacy he had, he placed the baby against her chest, helped the little one find the nipple and to his surprise, the child began to breastfeed. A small smile formed on the pale elf's lips seeing the offspring feeding on his mother.

"Master... You... Really transformed her" said Alec.

"She and I will discuss this later" said Astarion holding the baby carefully against her chest. "Now, let's take care of this boy..."

"Girl, Master" Alec corrected. "She is a girl."

Astarion raised his eyebrow and gave a small smile... girl, your girl, your princess.

"Mom?..." Asta's voice at the door made the two vampires look at him. The boy's eyes were wide, scared, he was shaking with horror.

"Asta..." said Alec, raising his hands at elbow height. "Asta, stay calm..."

"What you did do to my mother?!" the boy shouted furiously, tears running down his face.

"Your mother is well, Astarion" said the Lord. "She's just tired."

"You are lying!" the boy shouts. "Mommy!" he tried to run to her, but Alec got in front of her.

"She's going to be fine, Asta" said the spawn. "Please, leave."

The boy was breathing heavily, looking scared everywhere, at his mother lying inert in the bed with a baby against her chest... He soon ran quickly out of the room.

"Asta!" Alec shouted, going after him.

"Leave the boy, I need you here" said Astarion, leaning over the woman and the child stopped before leaving the room. "Clean everything.

"But, Master, Asta..."

"He will come back" he replied as he picked up the now quiet baby and placed her in the small crib nearby. "I'll take care of her mother."

Alec didn't answer anything, just nodded while the Master took the unconscious and bloody woman in his arms and left heading towards the bathroom.

Her life now belonged to him.

***

Astarion himself, after giving the woman a bath, took care of the newborn baby, gave her a warm and careful bath and then put on clean, white clothes. He didn't get tired of looking at the little girl, she had white skin, pale as ivory, pale like his and from the few strands of hair he knew they would be white, now her eyes... those would be a mystery until they established their color. But she was beautiful, perfect, his little Aurora.

The Vampire Lord later went in search of his firstborn. He followed the trail of him and the animals, but all he found was the old dog... Dead. There was no sign of violence on his body, nothing, he was just dead, undoubtedly due to his age, his heart must have stopped, and the body was very far from the house. The owl bear's trail had also simply disappeared, as had the boy's, which made Astarion uncomfortable, his heir had simply disappeared and that wasn't good at all, in fact, it was terrible for a huge list of reasons. He returned to the house, empty-handed, and as soon as he was close he heard the woman's enraged screams.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!" Astarion at that moment closed his eyes and took a deep breath, it was time to face the consequences of his desperate act. "Madam, please calm down..."

"Saying that will only make her angrier "said the vampire lord, making the woman look at him. The now red eyes had only one feeling printed on them: anger.

"You..." she said through exposed teeth. "I'll kill you!"

She advances towards Astarion.

"No you won't " he says and she stops, her eyes now scared... Realizing that she was obeying his order. "Calm down and sit down, right now. Even though her body dressed in a simple red dress showed reluctance, she sat on a chair at the table and stared at the floor.

"Alec, continue the search" ordered the cub, who gladly obeyed. Because his spawn were made with ascended blood, some of them Astarion gave the gift of being able to walk under the sun. "What did you do... What did you do..." said the woman tremblingly looking at her pale hands while tears fell onto her palms.

"I had no choice," Astarion said and she raised her red eyes to him. "I was losing you, my decision was a pure act..."he looked at her haggard face. "Desperation, selfishness... Hope of not losing you."

She closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head. Astarion then approaches the woman, places himself on one knee in front of her and holds her now icy hands.

"Try to understand, I couldn't lose you" he says, placing a hand on her face and she leans towards the touch. "I can't ask for forgiveness, because I know it's unforgivable."

"How am I going to tell this to Asta?" she questions and that thing inside Astarion seemed to hurt, become tight, crushed.

"Honey... The boy... He left last night, with the animals, after the baby was born" Astarion said and she looked at him without understanding. "I found the old dog, but the trail of the owl bear and the boy..."

"What are you saying?" she questioned, letting go of his hand and moving away from his touch. The Vampire Lord took a deep breath.

"Our son is missing" he said finally.

Little by little, the woman's eyes opened wide, an expression of pure terror and anguish appearing on her beautiful face.

"What?..."

"But don't worry, we're already looking for him" said Astarion, holding her face in his hands.The woman was so shocked that she couldn't express despair or anger, she just said:

"I want my son... Let's find him" said Astarion.She only came out of her shock when the baby in the room started crying, this caused Astarion's partner to become alert and quickly get up and go towards the girl. He followed her and stood at the door watching her take the small white-clad bundle into her arms.

"How will it be now?" she asked, lowering the strap of her dress, taking her left breast out, it didn't take long for the little girl to start suckling hungrily. "How am I going to feed her when the fangs are born?"

"She will continue drinking your milk and your blood" said Astarion, approaching and placing himself behind the woman, his hands resting on her hips and his face pressed against hers. "But, I believe that the blood of a living being will have to be given."

She closed her eyes again causing more tears to fall.

"Let's look for Asta after she finishes breastfeeding" she said, opening her red eyes and looking at the little newborn. "Let's bring her brother back..."

"Yes" said Astarion, resting his chin on the woman's right shoulder. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Yes..." she replied softly in a tearful voice. "I can't even think of a name for her.."

"Don't worry, my treasure"said Astarion, placing a hand on the little girl's head. "I already thought about that. The vampire's wife looked at him. "Her name is Aurora" he said.

She gave a shaky little smile and looked at the baby again.

"Welcome, Aurora " she said, crying again and Astarion wrapped his arms around the woman in a futile attempt to comfort her heart, but nothing could comfort her until they found the boy.

***

The search for Astarion continued, for days, weeks, months... And nothing, they didn't find the boy and every day more and more, the Vampire Lord saw his wife, his consort, fall into a deep abyss and she just wasn't going deeper and deeper for Aurora, for their daughter who would soon turn one year old. Astarion liked to spoil the girl, he liked to make her laugh, he dressed her in the most expensive and luxurious clothes, she had all the toys possible and for her he redecorated the entire palace. No gloomy colors, no sordid decor, nothing that could dull the shine of his perfect, immaculate daughter. Of course there were still the dark parts, parts that Aurora should never set foot in or know about, usually the parts where most of Astarion's spawn lived. He didn't like their presence near Aurora, he handpicked vampires who could be his daughter's companion.

Regarding the outside world, he also wouldn't allow Aurora to leave Baldurs Gate, not after the disappearance of her older brother... Astarion didn't understand what had happened to his son, it didn't make sense, a boy and a damn owl bear disappearing without a trace was absurd. But he hadn't given up on finding the boy, he chose the most competent spawn to go with Alec in search of the boy throughout Faêrun and they could only return with the boy and the damn owl bear.

The Vampire Lord supervised the team of a renowned painter in the city by placing the monumental painting of the Ancunín family on the main wall of the ballroom. In the image he was standing, elegant and with an unparalleled posture, next to his consort sitting in a cream upholstered chair with the baby on her lap facing her, but looking in the direction of the painter. The painting was clear, vivid, full of light, the three wore light, haute couture clothes, in a well-lit environment with little information other than the extraordinary beauty of that family.

"A little further to the left" ordered Astarion and the poor mortals who placed the painting trembled on the stairs, balancing themselves to adjust the frame perfectly.

"It was already straight" the woman's voice says, entering the room and he looked at her. She wore a beautiful noble crimson dress, her daughter in her arms wore a beautiful dress in a bluish tone. The girl was the synonym of perfection and beauty, her white hair formed thick curls that were already shoulder-length, her skin was delicate and pale like ivory and her eyes... They were blue, a pale blue like the full moon, when he noticed her eyes were forming that color, he was sure they were his eyes before he was transformed.

"Your perception isn't very sharp, my love" he said with her stopping beside him. Aurora laid her head on her mother's shoulder, drowsy.

"Apparently, it better than yours" she said, passing him and lightly bumping hher shoulder against his arm. Astarion raised his eyebrow and followed her gaze, he knew she was far from happy, but she was there with him and that was all that mattered. After the painting was finally placed, he went in search of his beloved consort and found her in her daughter's beautiful room, fit for a princess. She was lying on the huge bed next to the sleeping girl. She tapped her fingers lightly on Aurora's bottom and hummed a song softly. The Vampire Lord approached the bed and the woman looked sideways with red eyes, ignored him and continued to rock Aurora to sleep.

Knowing he was intruding, the pale elf snuck over to the bed and lay down on the other side of the girl, returning to her mother who was facing him. Astarion took his long fingers to his daughter's curls, sinking them into the silky strands.

"I know you're not happy "he said softly and the woman looked at him. "But I'm working to make it happen. I swear that soon the four of us will be together." he looked at her, a small smile graced her beautiful lips, and slowly she leaned towards him, sealing her lips in a warm kiss. She then lay down on the bed and snuggled Aurora against her, and the vampire couldn't resist lying down too and placing both of them on his broad chest.He could be the biggest bloodthirsty tyrant that Baldurs Gate would have, but with his family he would always wear the good mask, the fake that left that thing trapped inside him free to live the illusion of a happy and perfect family.

What he knew could never be.

***

Astarion couldn't say how he was simply sucked into a portal next to the Bear, he remembers running through the forest with the animal following him along with Scratch and then, when they were close to a stone wall, a purple light enveloped them, just he and the bear and Scratch stayed behind. But the strangest thing was waking up in a bed in a place he didn't know, strange and the strangest thing was the man who apparently was taking care of him. His name was Gale, and he was a powerful and skilled wizard and the crazy thing was that he knew his mother... And her father.

They had fought against the Absolute before Asta was born, even though he was already in his mother's womb. At the time he didn't know how to get home, he didn't know where his house actually was, so Gale took care of him and the Bear and Asta had to admit that he saw him as a father and Gale saw him as a son, he taught him everything about magic, made him study the arcane art and helped him, but Astarion also continued with his physical training, swords, bows, all types of weapons and combat. He had to stay strong because of what was happening in Faêrun, the rise of the Dark Empire, led by the Vampire Lord who was his father. As the years passed, Asta's father became more and more powerful, his claws were embedded throughout the Sword Coast, his power was unique, extreme. Asta knew that that night after giving birth, the bastard had transformed his mother and taken her and his brother, or sister, to the palace where they were now trapped. Everything the boy wanted most in that world was just one thing:

"Revenge " said Asta, packing his backpack for his journey while the teacher, the master, watched him. Gale already had gray strands among his brown ones, marks of time on his face, but he always seemed energetic.

"What you're doing is very risky," Gale said. "Even though you are the son of Astarion, he will kill you."

"I spent years training, professor" said Asta, turning to him. "Years, I'm ready."

Gale crossed his arms over his chest and let out a long sigh, worry on his face.

" Don't go alone," he said. "Find allies."

"The road to Baldurs Gate is long, I'm sure the Bear and I will find allies" he said, finishing closing his backpack and placing it on his back. Asta was now a man in his late 30s, he was no longer a boy, but Gale still looked at him as if he were, as if he needed his protection.

"I'll be fine, and when this is all over, I'll come back with my mother" he said and Gale smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I hope so" said the wizard and Asta knew he was trying to look tough at that moment.The dhampir then went to the man and hugged him, Gale took a few seconds to return the hug, which became tight.

"I'll be fine" said Asta and Gale let out a shaky, nasal laugh, ready to cry.

"I hope so, son" he said, taking his hand to Asta's hair, stroking the strands between his trembling fingers.

After the difficult farewell, Asta left the wizard's tower and together with the owl bear began his journey along the road to Baldurs Gate, towards his revenge and rescuing his family from the monster's clutches.

But what he couldn't imagine was that he was continuing a cycle of pain and suffering.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion x tav

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trickstarbrave · 1 year

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i have an idea itching at my brain that’s gotta come out. pardon if its incoherent i can explain it more if asked

the idea is the concept of a god!nerevar

nerevar, in the bits and pieces we get of him in the original timeline, is actually such an interesting figure. his hands are stained with padomay, the cosmic divine force of chaos. he is champion of azura (the sister of lorkhan), guards secrets like mephala, and is born of boethia.

the three good daedra told their story to veloth and the elves that followed him. the story of lorkhan, why he made this world, and the ‘truth’ of his death. and i think it is no mystery why they had the chimer travel to lands where lorkhan’s heart rests.

i think, contrary to what you may believe, the three good daedra always wanted someone to use the heart. the problem was simply who ended up using it.

this isn’t to say i think the tribunal killing nerevar stole it from him. in truth, i think the betrayal had to happen. because despite their best efforts, nerevar couldnt achieve CHIM and enlightenment. he couldn’t innately use the heart and become a new lorkhan, reborn of lorkhan’s truer, better nature (his wrathful destructive nature still exists in many forms like boethia, so i think they were looking for the other essences of lorkhan to be reborn in a new incarnation of padomay). just as anu had anui-el and anui-el had auri-el and auri-el had alduin, padomay had sithis and sithis had lorkhan. but lorkhan never had an heir--isnt it strange how the being of stasis had a child of destruction, of change? would lorkhan’s heir not be a being of creation then in turn?

but i digress. the tribunal became gods, and boethia and mephala didn’t punish them for it. they saw nerevar as a failure to make into the incarnation and son of lorkhan. he failed, and a good betrayal came out of it, so they didn’t care. only azura cared--and i think it was out of rage that they used dwarven tools to manipulate the heart with profane tonal magic by heretics rather than being truly in tune with the heart of the world. in her eyes, they were doomed for destruction the moment they achieved divinity and caused the dragon break--because they were not the missing gods the world needed. they were not lorkhan. and in time their divinity would drive them mad, their power would wane, and they would be slain. but she would punish them anyways for desecrating the heart of her brother.

i think you can see bits and pieces of this in the timeline of the tribunal as gods too. they spend a lot of time teaching nerevar, especially vivec trying to teach him CHIM. perhaps he knows, or perhaps he doesnt. regardless, they still failed even in that reality, because it was already set in stone that they used the heart to achieve divinity, and they got no closer to teaching him divinity. he became a saint instead of a god. but vivec still didn’t want to hide from him the truth that they killed him, betrayed him, all to steal godhood. nerevar deserves that much

this is where, if i had a theory, it would stop. in truth i dont think canon works well with nerevar achieving divinity. but if im allowed an au exploration--

perhaps the betrayal could be used to make nerevar closer to divinity. as would the killing of the tribunal. nerevar as the nerevarine is a continuation of him, that much closer to the truth and to ascension. my idea centers a nerevarine who has the memories of nerevar, and upon seeing the last of their companions die, curls up. and finally nerevar’s heart beats in tune with the now freed heart, and reality resets. a full dragon break again, a new universe, just like the first one.

nerevar is a god but does not know it. not until azura looks at him with hands stained with the blood of gods she doesnt even recognize, and sees his heart beats in time with lorkhans--that he used the heart without even intending to once before and it has become his own. he is a god half formed, unfettered by the madness of the heart, grieving the world he lost and what it may become again. a god who looks like all the good parts of lorkhan that died with him when his heart was ripped out, her brother forged anew in murder and betrayal from a timeline that no longer exists.

when nerevar uses the heart intentionally, he becomes a full god: the incarnation of lorkhan, son of the trickster, born of boethia, hidden by mephala, crowned by azura. his heart is the heart of the world, just as his father’s was. he is the hidden moon in the sky and his eyes the stars. he is the killer of gods, destroyer of realities, the dreamer-god-king of sex-murder (that is to say, creation and destruction in elder scrolls speak), the betrayed betrayer. if vivec can be said to be the wheel of fortune in tarot, nerevar is the world.

he is the one the good daedra have longed for: the dream of lorkhan realized

and in a way, he has saved his friends from the fate of being broken, corrupted gods he had to slay

anyways i came up with this while high yesterday. reading back on the wall of text i sent this idea to my brother as was really like

#nerevar #morrowind #almsivi #tesblr #tes lore #thank u baby brother for letting me spam you while you were driving and i was high

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khtrinityftw · 4 months

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Something done so well in the KH Trinity is the balance between the dramatic stakes and the personal stakes. You feel both perfectly.

In Kingdom Hearts, the personal stakes are that Sora wants to be reunited with Kairi and Riku while Donald and Goofy want to be reunited with their king. It all comes to a head at Hollow Bastion, where everything appears lost for Sora: Kairi appears lifeless and held captive, Riku is full-on evil and stands against him, and even Donald and Goofy abandon him in order to follow their missing king's instructions. But he presses onward, ultimately able to overcome and reverse all this. Of course, even then the personal stakes are unable to be completely fulfilled, as Sora, Donald and Goofy is still apart from their loved ones in the end. That's why this is a trilogy!

The dramatic stakes, meanwhile, are the universe being consumed by darkness as the Heartless spread across worlds and destroy them one by one, all while searching for the Seven Princesses of Heart that can grant the villains controlling them a pathway to ultimate power. It progresses until we reach the final battle, where Ansem's darkness has manifested an enormous Heartless warship ready to break down the door to Kingdom Hearts. And even if Kingdom Hearts is actually light despite what Ansem believes, that light would easily be consumed by the warship's darkness, which is why Sora, Donald and Goofy must take it down....and then afterwards, once the door is open, seal it shut before the Heartless from the Realm of Darkness swarm into the Realm of Light and fulfill Ansem's vision for him. This music alone is enough to sell how massive the stakes are here.

In Chain of Memories, the personal and dramatic stakes are tied together the closest of any game because it's the same possibility: Sora losing himself. Bad for the universe, bad for him and his friends. Riku lacks any real dramatic stakes in his story, but the personal stakes are very clear: achieve redemption or be forever damned?

And in Kingdom Hearts II, we escalate so that not only are Sora, Donald and Goofy seeking to reunite with their closest friends, but all of the other friends they made during their first go-round are being threatened by the forces of evil, exemplified best in the "But Leon and the others are friends too!" scene at the game's midway point.

The dramatic stakes are now not a progressing apocalypse in full view, but an insidious conspiracy in the shadows that uses deception and manipulation to progress until an apocalypse can be unleashed upon the universe all at once when Xemnas absorbs the power of Kingdom Hearts to become a deity. When Ansem the Wise thwarts this plan by blowing Kingdom Hearts wide open, Xemnas still merges with its remains in order to manifest a mighty flying battle fortress that he can sail through space in, attacking all worlds and absorbing all the hearts he needs to complete his ascension to godhood. Like in the first game, Sora, Donald and Goofy bring down this monstrosity and save the universe. But then, Sora and Riku get separated from everyone as a back-up generator made up of power from Kingdom Hearts resurrects Xemnas, who now just wants them dead so that he can go forth to show the universe that if he can't rule over it then he will destroy it, reducing world after world to utter nothingness.

And even after these dramatic stakes are resolved with Xemnas' final defeat, the personal stakes linger as it looks like Sora and Riku are trapped in the Realm of Darkness, unable to return to their loved ones in the Realm of Light and doomed to fade away. And it's this fake-out, how it looks like another cliffhanger ending is coming, that makes the happy ending Kairi's message in a bottle brings all the more joyous and satisfying. It's narrative pay-off done to perfection.

In the series beyond the KH Trinity, we've either gotten sufficient dramatic stakes (Coded, Birth by Sleep), sufficient personal stakes (358/2 Days, 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage), or neither as the story fails at both (Dream Drop Distance, Kingdom Hearts III). Nothing on this level ever again, which I doubt is going to change.

#Kingdom Hearts #Chain of Memories #Kingdom Hearts II #Anti-Series Beyond

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coldbloodedstrike · 1 year

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Disclaimer: I just started Genshin Impact so I'm not familiar with every piece of lore. So this isn't going to cover everything about The Travelers and Venti's relationship. But I wanted to point out some very interesting details I've picked up on so far:

1.) "Beloved of the Anemo Archon" Achievement.

Beloved is a very interesting choice here. While beloved isn't exclusively romantic, it is often used in a romantic context. Beloved indicates that someone is deeply loved... and having the traveler sit in the hand of the statue is a really interesting choice.

2.) "The Outlander who caught the wind". Kind of losing my mind over this because it implies that The Traveler caught the god of Anemo - who is also the God of Freedom.

3.) Venti's association with birds [teaching the first birds that they only needed courage to fly] and the Travelers being winged beings who lost their powers. His association with birds is also consistent with his relationship with Xiao - as Xiao is based on the Golden-Winged Great Peng [which is a being that looks like a half man/half bird. But in Genshin Impact, Xiao is represented as a bird, rather than the bird/man hybrid depiction of the Golden-Winged Great Peng.]

Article about Xiao: here

4.) The very, very interesting pattern of having the Traveler be saved by anemo users during the final moments of major story arcs.

Xiao: saves the traveler from falling to their death. [ And Xiao sacrifices sacrifice himself to save the traveler and their friends in "At Tunnels End".]

Kazuha: saves the Traveler from getting killed by The Raiden Shogun.

The Wanderer: saves the traveler from getting beamed by the Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom.

"May the wind protect you" indeed...

5.) Windwheel Asters, which are used to level up the Traveler, say:

"A plant that adores the wind. To the proud children of the wind, or the citizens of Mondstadt, the Windwheel Asters are "the visible winds".

Having Windwheel Asters be one of the materials to ascend the traveler is interesting... because the ascension materials didn't have to include this flower. It could have even been some made up flower related to the stars. Like a "Star Flower" or something... but it's a flower that "adores the wind"... Also this material could have been any random material.

6.) Venti's very suspicious piece of dialogue "Ah, Traveler! We meet again. What? You don't remember me? Aha, Well allow me to join you on your quest once again. I must see to it that the bards of the world tell the Travelers tale."

Ontop of this, Venti's Windblume poem implies a connection to the Traveler. The Windblume poem is about the Traveler because in the Chinese script "you" and "your" change depending on who you pick. Since Archons can enter peoples dreams and Venti went to sleep for a period of time - it's possible he could have met the Traveler while they were sleeping. And he kept them company during their 500 year sleep - a sleep which was implied to be full of nightmares in the trailer for the beta version of the game [which is voiced over by Venti jsyk].

The reason why I think he met the Traveler in their dreams is because of this line in Ventis Windblume poem:

Who was it that embraced your noble soul in dreams deep

Here's the full Windblume poem:

"Who was it that stroked your bloodied, determined visage By stream flowing small By boulder standing large Who was it that embraced your weary yet noble soul in dreams deep In skies soaring Dear friend I am leading you by the hand Into the night where lanterns shine bright To tell you a tale of freedom and dreams The tale of where this festival begins.”

I highlighted the "noble soul" part because of the description of the Anemo Archon statues:

A monumental stone statue that watches over Mondstadt. Legends say that it was sculpted in the image of the Anemo Archon. "Seeds brought by the wind will grow over time." The statue silently anticipates the arrival of a noble soul to arrive, while thousand winds of time will soon unfold a new story...

[Jsyk you get the "Beloved of the Anemo Archon" trophy by sitting on the hands of the Statue of Barbatos in Mondstadt.]

This is extra interesting when we take into account Venti's close association with The God of time and his roll of being the wind that brings the "seeds" to where they're meant to be. It's obvious that Venti is guiding the traveler to some kind of end goal we're not aware of. And thematically, he's protecting them even when he's not directly involved in their conflict through Anemo users.

Venti also says: "There is not a single song I do not know, whether it be the past, present, or future"

I'm not sure if this is supposed to mean he is ALSO the God of Time - like when "The Anemo Archon" goes to "sleep", "The God of Time" awakens. Or if Venti is given visions by the God of Time to carry out certain events - to be the wind that delivers the seeds to where they're meant to be. But the point is is that he obviously knows future events and he's intentionally keeping them from The Traveler, while guiding them along a certain path. He's not keeping secrets from The Traveler to be malicious, but to make sure they take a certain path to a specific end goal.

And again, he's also been waiting for them to come to Teyvat for an untold amount of time.

7.) When Venti is describing what a Windblume can mean the camera switches to Ventis POV, then it pans over to the Traveler when he says "flowers of love". This is very suspicious because the camera didn't need to pan over to the traveler at all nor did we need a perspective shift to begin with... but it does when Venti says "flowers of love"... how am I not supposed to interpret that as him being romantically interested in the traveler?

Yeah. "love" - at least in english - can mean any kind of love, but it's the choice to have the camera shift to Venti's perspective, then have the camera pan over to the traveler [while still in Venti's POV] as he's saying "flowers of love" is what has me thinking "love" is supposed to mean romantic love in this situation.

8.) Venti and the Traveler missing someone who shares the same face and grieving a time they can't return to.

9.) Traveler to Venti: "Your eyes are the color of the sky in my homeland"

10.) Venti calling the Traveler "My warrior". Again, this is really interesting to me because Venti has been waiting for the traveler to come to Teyvat. He needs the Traveler to be his warrior so that some kind of end goal can be obtained.

But honestly... his teapot dialogue is very sweet.

#Venlumi #Veneather #not an exhaustive list because I just got into this game... not a very polished post either #but I will keep adding more details about their connection

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bestworstcase · 11 months

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for it is in passing we achieve immortality; through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. i release your soul and by my shoulder protect thee.

we could be the gods of this world; our powers surpass all others. our souls transcend death. we could […] create the paradise the old gods could not.

when we break or wear out or simply finish what we were made to do, we’re called back. […] he’ll be fixed up nice, and made into the herb he wanted to be when he was still herb. then he’ll come back and find his purpose […] i know, i know, where you’re from things…die…but we’re just not like you at all. we ascend.

DO YOU SEE?

i'm... cursed. for thousands of years, i've walked the surface of remnant, living, dying, and reincarnating [in the body of a like-minded soul] […] i am the combination of [countless men who've spent their lives] trying to protect the people of remnant. with every rebirth, my soul is eventually [merged with another and i am changed], but my memories stay with me. this curse was bestowed upon me by the gods, because i failed to stop salem in the past, but we must stop her now.

DO YOU SEE??

ozma had been ready to give his life for justice countless times, but now he saw a woman worth saving it for / i’m sorry, but that world just isn’t as dear to me without her; if i may, i’d rather return to the afterlife to see salem.

ascension is a tripartite concept: death is transcendental, the process of becoming the ideal self through the continual refinement and active pursuit of one’s chosen purpose. both salem and pyrrha articulate this idea in full and the cat defines it explicitly.

when ozma describes his curse, he touches on all three parts but all of them are corrupted: death binds him over and over again to someone else; instead of becoming more and more himself his sense of ‘himself’ is continually eroded by fusion with someone else; his identity and sense of purpose have been ground down to almost nothing under the wheel of countless other people whose purpose was to ‘protect the people of remnant,’ with the last vestige of ozma’s self and chosen purpose being the pretense that he’s cursed because he must stop salem. but the uncorrupted form of ozma’s ideal self is that he was a hero searching for a just cause to die for until he found in salem a reason to live and the uncorrupted form of his chosen purpose is that he would forsake the world to be with salem; the final tragedy of the lost fable is that the corrupted nature of ozma’s false-ascension made the desecration of his identity and purpose inevitable.

and of course whole narrative flows from the tragedy of the lost fable and the story is very much about setting it right—healing the broken fairytale—which means, obviously, that ozma’s curse must be broken; meaning the cruel and twisted facsimile of ascension inflicted on him by the god of light needs to be undone, and simply liberating him from oscar is not enough; his self-identity and chosen purpose have to be restored too, because the false-ascension must be repaired in entirety. <- ozlem endgame

conversely salem is going to win. not in the sense of winning the war per se or even accomplishing her current goals necessarily (<- that depends on what, exactly, she’s planning), but in the lost fable she articulates (several times!) an ambition to liberate humanity from divine tyranny and, frankly, after V9 i think anyone who doesn’t think that salem is and has always been entirely earnest in that ambition is either not paying attention period or just not interested in engaging seriously with the text. so salem is going to win because what she wants is for all of remnant to be free from the god who wants to blow it up and torture her for eternity. lol.

#ozlem the velociraptor in the bushes <3

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captainkurosolaire · 1 year

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Dreamer of Dreams

How important are dreams? Chasing things beyond us sometimes grant us strength to surpass limits, to courageously endure for our vision. Over time a Pirate’s own became misconstrued, failures, losses piled up and his grandeur became murky. Losing a partial, vital piece of essence. Children call them dreams, but upon nurture, it was called Ambition! Without having a strong-self interest, he couldn’t relate or jump the hurdle for others, initially sought. Now rectification came to retrieve what was lost. The First-Stage to Healing.

By plucking his lost spirit within obscurity, a reversion of his zenith came. That horrendous fog vaporized to magnificent sunlight. Matured figure of the boy-to-be, extended his arm’s out, it was time to go home. In their embrace, unbridled warmth quaked from a reunion of resolve. A wide-spread grin surfaced externally Captain’s injuries stung, ached, nevertheless something swelled within himself, the belief to achieve, in absolution. He sprung a bounce to his soles, kip-up. With finesse, began reassembling his own mind-games against his Skull Brethren, since started off this way, donning his original attire, fetching dual-blade’s of Hingan that were sworn off to prevent incidental death. Black-blood face paint ran across his eyelids, not only repulsing the dead itself; used to aid him in becoming brave that required adversity, now just meant to trigger Sol's distress. Sol took aim to shoot-down Captain’s butterfly who came from the cabin’s keyhole to cause misdirection, the spirit-guide, named Perish, fluttered between his limbs, barely evading swatting and squishing attempts. Soon found himself pulverized by a door that flew off the hinges suddenly as the Seeker sprinted with full on collision from a drop-kick, then surfboarding it, trampling his rib-cage. “Always told ye t’ fix that blimey door!” Giving a befitting punishment to the Shipwright, squished with the cabin’s door on him, Kuro kicked Sol’s silver-wind pistol into the waters, then blitzed towards climbing to the top-mast where their sail-flag awaited. Mistbeard’s mask still onlooking their pirate-battle. The ex-Garlean conscript, struggled temporarily, wind knocked out of him, before angrily following pursuit, spare pistol <Live Free> brought out taking shots at the climbing cat-folk, who intelligibly utilized line-of-sight climbing alongside the mast’s with his heritage-expertise, forcing the gun-wielder to pursue, climbing up to the top with sheer agitation, this would be done in a duel-fashion now.

Atop the mast, where they’d wage their last-sequence as blood-brothers turned enemies. Sol finally arrives behind in his pursuit, seeing Captain more closely. He was unnerved, a deplorable golden-crest smile was on him, the markings of jolly, complete fulfillment, it always brought him anger. As if a Sun was looking beneath him, nothing he could do would discourage the heat, his traditional means to kill, erase, all left meaningless in pursuit. His brow twitched into a frown. That deviant-rogue staring across him spoke, “Thanks t’ ye mate. I found irreplaceable value in me. I’m afraid… I’ll b’ stealing n’ cucking ye, again of something. Could race to see who reaches ascension firstly or lastly there! Like ol’ times… But I’ve got t’ slay your dark-cloud, it’s cramping my vibes.” Candidly bringing back a memento, it’s like time-flowed back, to not-long-ago, they used to rock-paper-scissors for who rigged, or climbing up on the masts, doing contests to one-up another in brotherly competition. “Also – I’ve decided. I’ll become a King.” Calmness and overwhelming peace said with a matter-of-fact from the Scoundrel’s following words, after the storm-breeze howled.

Sol, overtaken by envy, frustratingly growled, “...Y-You can’t just decide that!” Where did this abundance of confidence come from? Teeth grinding and grating together blood rushing into his temple. His concentration was caught lacking and those winds nearly took him off balance, but Miqo'te remained perfectly still…

Energy shifted in an instantaneous, an explosiveness out-cried from Captain with a thunderous shout of his declaration. A Challenge against ALL of Destiny, Fate, anything in-between was committed, throughout the rumbling tides and passed air. “I’ll become King ov’ th’ LIVING!” A dream so far-above, outlandish, impossible echoed. Jolly laughter tantalizingly followed, against Sol’s ire, a splitting image of their own Founder was reminded. To know, Living is to understand the existence of infinity! There was no-one way to live. This particular Pirate knew this and had connection to everything that resided between the spectrum's, life to death, and was born from a Mother’s Light and Father’s Shadow. Be that as it may, he ambitiously stared at the path of transcendence. Unwavering determination highlighting his visage. Upon his crew and varied people across in adventuring, to most-natural or supernatural, soul’s encountered. All uplifting and inspiring him to heights leaving their imprints, scars, traces upon his singular vessel, these were the stupendous keepsakes, to preserve! Wanting this stead. Survival was instinctual because this was his perceived ultimate treasure. A challenge traversed the realm, shaking with a bewilderment of unyielding certainty. An individual-cloaked frozen-between-time peered over to the skies and gave halt from galloping.

They who stood at the highest summit, a GIANT, woke from disruption. Hinted with Captain’s Presence, awakening. Enraged Sol, lashed out in foul spite, fear, quivering and whining jealousy, “Nonsense. Die, Die, Die!” Pulling his trigger, reloading with rapid-fire, pupils went bloodshot from crazed-fury. The amber-eye, determined Seeker, predicted the trajectory of every fired-shot just by familiarizing Sol’s aim, countering by sliding against bullets with his dual-blades shield, deflecting and parrying him, to having them shred against his flesh in minor grazes, fearlessness, continued forth closing distance. Where Sol was useless in. They battled akin to this when pint-sized deckhands, back then using bb-guns or slingshots versus wooden kendo, this entire scene felt like reversed-time. Captain with a blade-rising upwardly in the air, spun his blade with realignment allowing glaring-rays, letting what all others were seeing. Sunlight had broken throughout the canopies of those undesirable clouds, vanquishing them. His steel-reflecting light, brought a blindness causing the Raen to misfire, his last shot in the chamber, the Seeker predicting this response, taking advantage of his discombobulated state, gave a devastating cross-slash against the Raen’s bare-chest, secondary dual-strike following-through with momentum to strike his gun-slinging wrist, forcing a disarming in one flawless-swoop.

♫Undefeatable♫ - Reference - Last Chapter

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