☆ the dove
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings violence, blood
{☆} word count 0.7k
Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.
She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.
And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.
It is for the best.
The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.
This..this one is hers, she has decided.
Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.
Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.
"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.
Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.
As it was meant to be.
"Yes, little bird?"
She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.
"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"
Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.
She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.
She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..
Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.
"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"
Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.
She will delight in that, too.
"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"
Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.
"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."
They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.
"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."
In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.
"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."
They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.
"Of course, Creator – just for you."
It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.
It is better that way.
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So I restarted Ragnarok for a 100% playthrough and found a new reason to hate Odin!
It's that first scene with Thor and Odin. Thor pours two cups. He tries to offer one to Atreus, mentions "You could've told me before you poured" when Kratos won't let him have it, sniffs it and puts some on Mjolnir but does not drink it himself. A YouTube comment pointed this out to me but all of that combined implies the mead is for KRATOS AND ATREUS, not Kratos and Thor. Thor is still sober at this point. Has been for three years.
Odin comes in. Picks up the cup and forcefully puts it down in front of Thor like "c'mon, have some." Thor still does not drink. And what does Odin say after insulting Thor's sons and their deaths (aka the reasons Thor stopped drinking) RIGHT in front of Thor, while trying to encourage him to start drinking?
"You're no fun anymore."
SPOKEN LIKE A MAN WHO WAS ENABLING AND EXPLOITING HIS SON'S ADDICTION TO MAKE HIM A BETTER MINDLESS TOOL, INNIT, I HATE HIM SO MUCH
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@beatingheart-bride
"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable asking, Emily," June said gently, as she pushed her dinner around her plate (a part of her could hear her father admonishing her for it, but truthfully, she was much too nervous to think about eating), adding, "I just...well, it's like you said, you don't feel like you're over a hundred years old and, well...you certainly don't come across that way."
That night that she and Wilhelm kicked Emily out of the house (a night she continued to regret), her perception of the young woman had changed, going from a sweet, soft-spoken young lady her son was smitten with, to a manipulative monster looking to sink her teeth into Randall's soft flesh, and that image stayed with her long after that night...
...but now, in the gentle light of the kitchen, looking at her now, that familiar visage of a good-natured, gentle-hearted woman returned, though more tinged with melancholy, for reasons June now understood, and was sympathetic towards. She saw not a monster, but a very lonely soul, in need of love.
"Well, uh," Wilhelm commented, similarly eating little (despite his usually strong appetite, it was, like his wife's, waning this evening) as he took a stab at humor, joking lightly, "You look pretty good for a centenarian, lass!"
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Hi Nick!!!! Curious about Baloney... how would you rank his relationship with all the origins :)!? Anyone he's besties with? Who he butts heads with ^^!
OH HE IS BESTIES WITH . well pretty much all the origins except astarion . and lae'zel seems largely neutral on him ( besides saying she wants him . she moved SO FAST ) but that's good enough for him . the problem between him and astarion is that astarion thinks doing anything nice is stupid and has Not gotten along with baloney because of it . because of who baloney is i do think he would still try to make friends with him but i think he can go fuck himself . WBDJKG . anyways . everyone else he has been getting along GREAT with . ranking them from best to worst i think it would go . like .
gale + wyll + karlach ( absolutely tied these four are having a blast together )
shadowheart ( she's warming up to him i think !)
lae'zel ( baloney is a very impractical person and makes dumb decisions often and that does not strike me as something she would appreciate in someone . but otherwise they are getting along )
astarion ( astarion )
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About Mar-Mar's birth! For those inch rested
Sonic gave birth to Mar-Mar!
I'm a trans man, and I don't fully rule out never having kids, bc if I grew older and met the right person, I could be convinced. Keep that in mind and don't be weird.
Sonic and Shadow grew to love their calm life. Shadow found out he could have kids, and the house seemed emptier after that. So they talked plenty, saw therapists, and decided to have her at 26!
For those curious, reason Shadow could contribute is cuz he isn't a 50/50 hybrid! Instead, he had Black Arms genes spliced into him at the embryonic stage. He has selected pieces of BA dna, but also posseses a full mobian genome. His organs/systems have varying ratios, depending on need, and his reproductive system was fully untouched. Mar-Mar only has his mobian dna, so they don't gotta worry about weird alien fuckery
Tho while before people thought Shadow's power output is entirely thanks to BA dna, Maria proves this wrong and eventually needs inhibitor rings too lmao
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