#catastrophe lineage

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"Time-Bending Tales: Alex's Journey Through Past, Present, and Future"

Alex sat nervously at the family reunion, surrounded by distant cousins they barely knew. The room was filled with laughter and chatter as everyone caught up with each other. Suddenly, a woman approached with a warm smile. "Alex," she called out, "I'm your Great-Aunt Eliza." Great-Aunt Eliza's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I come from a lineage of time travelers," she whispered, leaning in close. "We've been waiting for you. You're the last hope to save our family and the world." Alex stared at her, not sure what to believe. "You see, Alex," Aunt Eliza continued, "our family has been guarding the timeline for centuries. We prevent disastrous consequences that could alter history. But now, there's a threat that only you can help us fight." The next day, they began training together. Aunt Eliza taught Alex to navigate the complexities of time travel. "Remember, Alex," she warned, "every action has consequences, and sometimes they ripple across the timeline. Be cautious." As their missions grew more dangerous, so did the stakes. One day, while protecting a crucial event in history, Alex inadvertently caused a devastating chain reaction. Panicked, they realized the event was linked to Alex's very presence at the reunion. In desperation, Alex and Aunt Eliza devised a plan to change history. But their actions created unforeseen consequences across the timeline. Family members from different eras were now entwined in a race against time to fix the damage and restore the original timeline. As they worked together, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. And through it all, Alex discovered that family can be found not only in blood but also in the bonds they create across time. As Alex approached the family reunion, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They knew their Great-Aunt Eliza was expected, but they had never heard of her before. The moment she appeared, though, Alex felt a strange connection, as if they had met her somewhere before. "Welcome, everyone," Great-Aunt Eliza said with a warm smile. "I'm so glad to finally meet all of you. And especially you, Alex." Alex couldn't help but blush at the attention. Suddenly, the room began to tremble, and time seemed to slow down. "Quickly, everyone!" Eliza commanded. "This is a time-traveling lineage, and we must protect the timeline from disastrous consequences." Alex found themselves in a training mission with Eliza, learning how to bend time and navigate through various periods. "Remember, Alex," Eliza warned, "every action you take has an effect on the timeline. Be cautious." As they continued their missions, Alex discovered that their presence at the reunion was linked to a devastating event in the future. They needed to prevent this catastrophe, but their actions led to unforeseen consequences across the timeline. Desperate, they sought help from family members scattered throughout time. Together, they worked to fix the damage and restore the original timeline. Through this journey, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. In the end, Alex realized that their connection to Eliza went beyond blood ties - it was a bond forged through time itself. At the family reunion, Alex could hardly contain their excitement. Great-Aunt Eliza, with her vibrant stories of time-traveling adventures, captivated everyone's attention. "You know, our family has always been entrusted with the responsibility to protect the timeline," she began, sipping her tea. "So, how does one become a time traveler?" Alex inquired eagerly, their curiosity piqued. Great-Aunt Eliza smiled warmly, "Well, it all starts with rigorous training. You must learn to navigate the complexities of time, and understand the delicate balance that keeps our world from falling apart." Intrigued by this newfound knowledge, Alex embarked on their own time-traveling journey. Under the watchful eye of Great-Aunt Eliza, they trained tirelessly to master the art of time-bending. Together, they thwarted numerous threats that threatened the fabric of time itself. One fateful day, while visiting a reunion in the past, Alex stumbled upon a chilling revelation. A devastating event was set to unfold at the very reunion they were attending - the one with Great-Aunt Eliza. Realizing their presence had unintentionally caused this chain of events, they knew they had to act. With time running out, Alex and Great-Aunt Eliza devised a plan that would avert disaster. However, in their attempt to save the reunion, they inadvertently created ripples across the timeline. As reality unraveled before them, they realized the true cost of meddling with time. Now, family members from different eras must band together to repair the damage and restore order. Through their journey, they learn the importance of living in the moment and embracing change, knowing that sometimes, the most powerful stories are those of love and connection across the vast expanse of time. Alex nervously adjusted their tie as they stood in front of the large, old house. It was their first family reunion, and they were excited but also anxious about meeting so many relatives. As they entered the house, the smell of homemade food filled the air, mingling with the scent of old books and polished wood. In the living room, laughter and chatter echoed as family members caught up and introduced themselves to Alex. Suddenly, a gentle voice called out, "Alex?" A frail, old woman appeared in the doorway, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Great-Aunt Eliza," Alex breathed, surprised. Great-Aunt Eliza smiled warmly and beckoned them closer. "I've been expecting you," she whispered conspiratorially. "I come from a time-traveling lineage," she revealed, her voice low so as not to alarm the others. "And I believe you have inherited our gift." Alex's eyes widened in disbelief, but Great-Aunt Eliza continued. "We must protect the timeline and prevent disastrous consequences that could alter reality." Alex hesitated, unsure of what to make of this revelation. "Do we have to start training now?" they asked nervously. Great-Aunt Eliza nodded firmly. "Yes, but first, let's meet the others," she said, leading them towards the crowd. As Alex mingled with their newfound family, they couldn't help but feel that everything was about to change. Together, they embarked on training missions, learning how to control their powers and prevent disastrous consequences in the timeline. "We must protect our world," Great-Aunt Eliza would often say, her eyes sparkling with determination. Alex approached the large, Victorian-style mansion with a sense of familiarity and excitement. It was his first family reunion, and he had been told that they were quite the extraordinary bunch - time travelers, all of them. As he entered the grand hall, he was greeted by Great-Aunt Eliza, who seemed to be both younger and older than Alex's memories would allow. She winked at him, a knowing smile on her face. "It's a pleasure to meet you at last, my dear," she said, taking his hand in hers. "You have quite the destiny ahead of you, Alex." As the family members gathered, they spoke in hushed tones about their adventures through time. Alex couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and awe. Great-Aunt Eliza took him aside and began his training. "We must protect the timeline, Alex," she explained. "If we don't, we risk disastrous consequences for the past, present, and future." Together, they embarked on missions to fix time anomalies and avert catastrophes. The family members would often come together in the evenings, sharing stories of their adventures and laughing at the challenges they had faced. But as Alex learned more about his own lineage, he discovered that his presence at this reunion was part of a devastating event that threatened to alter history irrevocably. Determined to prevent disaster, Alex and Great-Aunt Eliza devised a plan to save the timeline. However, their actions led to unforeseen consequences across the time stream, causing chaos and confusion among the family members. Realizing that they needed to work together, they began to collaborate across time periods, sharing information and expertise in order to restore the original timeline. In the end, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. The family reunion had not only brought them closer but had also taught them a valuable lesson about the intricate nature of time and the power of unity. Alex had always been fascinated by the idea of time travel, but he never thought he'd meet someone who could actually do it. At the family reunion, his eyes were drawn to Great-Aunt Eliza, who seemed to possess an air of mystery and wisdom. She was a member of a secretive time-traveling lineage, and she had come to the reunion to pass on her knowledge to a worthy successor. As Alex listened intently, Aunt Eliza shared stories of past, present, and future intertwined. The tales were mesmerizing, revealing the importance of every moment in time and how even the tiniest actions could have far-reaching consequences. She offered Alex the chance to train with her in time travel, to protect the timeline from disastrous consequences. "But first," Aunt Eliza warned, "you must learn to control your presence. A misstep can create ripples that echo through history." Despite the gravity of the task, Alex eagerly accepted, knowing he had been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Over time, they embarked on several training missions, mastering the art of time travel. But their success came at a cost. As they traveled back and forth through the timeline, they inadvertently created an intricate web of paradoxes that threatened the very fabric of reality. In the climax of their journey, they discovered a devastating event linked to Alex's presence at the reunion. The revelation sent shockwaves through their family, as they realized they had unknowingly caused the timeline to spiral out of control. They had to devise a plan to fix the damage and restore the original timeline. With time running out, the family members from different eras came together, united in their quest. Through teamwork, they managed to navigate the tangled web of time, ultimately learning the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. And as the ripples smoothed out, Alex knew he had not only saved his family's timeline but also found a newfound appreciation for the present moment. Alex walked into the grand hall of the estate, filled with family members they had never met before. The air was thick with anticipation and the hum of conversations as relatives mingled, catching up on years past. Amidst the crowd, Alex spotted their Great-Aunt Eliza, a woman who seemed to belong to another era entirely. Her clothing and mannerisms hinted at a time long gone. As they approached her, she beamed a warm smile that made Alex feel right at home. "I've been waiting for you," Aunt Eliza said, her voice carrying an air of mystery. "Your family has a history you know nothing about, and I believe it's high time you learn the truth." Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite their initial skepticism. Aunt Eliza leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Our lineage is one of time-travelers, sworn to protect the timeline from disastrous consequences." Alex's jaw dropped as they listened to her words. The idea was preposterous yet thrilling. Aunt Eliza must have seen the disbelief in their eyes, for she continued, "Don't worry, you won't be thrown into the deep end. We shall train you together." Over the next few weeks, Alex and Aunt Eliza embarked on time-travel training missions, honing their skills to safeguard the timeline. They fought against rogue time-travelers and fixed temporal anomalies that could have devastating consequences. One fateful day, as they returned from a mission, Alex noticed an old photograph on the mantelpiece - a picture of their Great-Aunt Eliza at the very same family reunion where they had met. The realization hit them like a ton of bricks: their presence at the reunion was the cause of a temporal paradox. "We must devise a plan to fix this," Alex said, their voice filled with urgency. Aunt Eliza nodded in agreement. Together, they crafted a strategy that would alter history while preserving the family's timeline. Their actions set off a chain reaction across the timeline, causing unexpected consequences. As time-travelers from different eras worked together to restore the original timeline, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. Alex realized that sometimes, the most significant stories unfold not in the past or future, but in the very present where all their family's tales intertwined. Alex entered the grand hall of the manor, filled with laughter and chatter from family members. As they scanned the room, their eyes locked onto an elderly woman in a vintage dress who seemed oddly out of place. "Great-Aunt Eliza," Alex muttered under their breath. They approached her, eager to learn more about their enigmatic ancestor. ``` In a final attempt to prevent the disastrous event linked to Alex's presence at the reunion, they discovered that their very existence had caused a chain reaction of time-altering events. As they raced against the clock, Alex and Eliza devised a plan to fix the damage and restore the original timeline, knowing that their actions could have unforeseen consequences across the timeline. With the family members from different time periods coming together, they worked tirelessly to mend the fabric of time. Through teamwork and perseverance, they managed to avert the disastrous event and restore the original timeline. In the process, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change, knowing that every action, no matter how small, could have far-reaching effects across the timeline. Aunt Eliza smiled, her eyes filled with determination. ``` "We work together," she replied. "Family members from different time periods must come together and mend the fabric of time. This way, we can restore the original timeline and learn the importance of living in the moment and embracing change." With newfound resolve, Alex joined their family in a race against time, knowing that their actions would have consequences far beyond their wildest imagination. As Alex entered the room, they noticed a strange woman sitting in the corner, dressed in an old-fashioned gown. They approached her curiously, and she introduced herself as Great-Aunt Eliza. To their amazement, she revealed that she was from a time-traveling lineage, and that Alex was destined to follow in her footsteps. "But first," Eliza said with a smile, "you must undergo time-travel training." Over the next few weeks, Alex and Eliza embarked on various missions across time, protecting the timeline from disastrous consequences. They traveled to prehistoric times, met ancient rulers, and even witnessed pivotal moments in history. One day, while attending another family reunion, they discovered a devastating event linked to Alex's presence at the first reunion. Fearing the dire consequences, they quickly devised a plan to prevent the disaster. However, their actions led to unforeseen consequences across the timeline, causing chaos and confusion. Realizing the gravity of their situation, the family members from different time periods came together to fix the damage and restore the original timeline. Through teamwork and perseverance, they managed to mend the fabric of time, learning valuable lessons about the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. In one final scene, Alex looked at Great-Aunt Eliza, knowing that their journey had just begun. "We've got a lot of work to do," Alex said with determination. "Let's get started." Alex, a curious teenager, stepped into the dimly lit living room of their grandparents' house. The smell of old books and polished wood filled the air as they approached their Great-Aunt Eliza, who sat on an antique couch. "Alex," Aunt Eliza whispered, her eyes twinkling with secrets, "we need to talk." "What is it, Aunt Eliza?" Alex asked, eager for a thrilling adventure. "I'm part of a time-traveling lineage," she confessed. "And I believe you might be too." Alex's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? Are you serious?" "Indeed, my dear," Aunt Eliza nodded. "But it comes with great responsibility. Our family has been protecting the timeline for generations, and now it's your turn." In the following weeks, Alex began their time-travel training under Aunt Eliza's guidance. They traveled back to the Roaring Twenties, witnessing the glamour of the era firsthand, and forward to a dystopian future where technology had spiraled out of control. "Remember," Aunt Eliza warned as they returned from each mission, "our actions in the past or future can have far-reaching consequences." One fateful day, Alex's presence at a family reunion inadvertently revealed a devastating event that threatened to unravel the very fabric of time. Desperate to prevent the catastrophe, they devised a plan with their relatives from different eras, weaving together past, present, and future. However, their attempts to alter history only created more chaos, causing fractures across the timeline. With each correction, the consequences multiplied, and Alex realized that the true test was not controlling time but learning to live in the moment and embrace change. In a final act of unity, the family members from all time periods banded together, working tirelessly to mend the torn threads of history. Through their collaborative efforts, they restored the original timeline and gained a deeper understanding of the importance of living in the present. Alex sat nervously at the family reunion, wondering if they would ever meet Great-Aunt Eliza, the rumored time traveler. As the evening progressed, Alex's curiosity grew stronger. Suddenly, Aunt Eliza appeared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have something to show you," she said, beckoning Alex to follow her into a hidden room. Inside, a strange machine stood before them, humming with energy. "This is the TimeWave," Aunt Eliza explained. "It allows us to travel through time and protect the timeline from disastrous consequences." Intrigued, Alex listened as Aunt Eliza taught them about the delicate fabric of time and the importance of preventing temporal interference. Before long, they embarked on their first mission, racing through the sands of ancient Egypt to prevent a catastrophic event. Working together, Alex and Aunt Eliza narrowly averted disaster, saving countless lives and preserving history. Over time, they learned that other family members had also traveled through time, each playing their part in weaving the timeline together. As Alex continued their training, they met family members from different eras, each one offering wisdom and guidance. "Always remember," warned Great-Uncle Victor from the 23rd century, "the past cannot be changed, but the present can shape the future." With these words in mind, Alex grew more confident in their abilities and relished the chance to make a difference. In the end, the family's combined efforts restored the original timeline and taught them all a valuable lesson: living in the moment and embracing change were the keys to a harmonious existence. And so, with newfound understanding and appreciation for the intricate dance of time, Alex continued their journey through the ages, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Alex took a deep breath, trying to calm their nerves. They had never met a Great-Aunt before, let alone one from another time period. Eliza's stories of time travel and their adventures were both exhilarating and terrifying. As the family gathered around the fireplace, Eliza began to share tales of her exploits through time. "Once," she started, "I had to prevent the Great Fire of London in 1666. If that disaster had occurred as it did historically, countless lives would have been lost. It was a close call, but we managed to save the city." The family listened intently, captivated by Eliza's tales of daring rescues and close calls. "Another time," Eliza continued, "I had to ensure that Albert Einstein published his groundbreaking theory of relativity. It was a race against time, as several other timeline-travelers were trying to alter history. We had to work quickly, but in the end, we succeeded." The family exchanged glances, impressed by Eliza's dedication and skill. As the night progressed, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for their Great-Aunt. They knew that they were part of something extraordinary – a legacy of time-traveling heroes. And as the stars twinkled above, Alex resolved to follow in Eliza's footsteps, eager to protect the timeline and preserve history for future generations. As Alex walked into the dimly lit room, they were greeted by the warm smile of Great-Aunt Eliza. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she eagerly shared her stories of time-traveling adventures. "It's not easy being a time traveler," she confessed. "But it's worth it for the moments of wonder and history we get to experience firsthand." Alex listened intently, fascinated by Eliza's tales. Soon enough, they were offered the chance to join the family's time-traveling training program. With great enthusiasm, Alex accepted and embarked on their first mission alongside Eliza. "Remember," she advised, "our main goal is to protect the timeline. Even the smallest change can cause a ripple effect." As they trained together, Alex learned the importance of living in the moment while also being aware of the potential consequences of their actions. In time, they mastered the art of time-traveling and became a vital part of their family's efforts to mend the fabric of time. Through their adventures, Alex and Eliza grew closer, forging an unbreakable bond that transcended the boundaries of time. Alex had always been fascinated by history, and the thought of time travel excited them to no end. As they sat around the fire with their family at the reunion, Great-Aunt Eliza revealed her lineage's secret: she was from a long line of time travelers. She offered to show Alex the ropes and train them in the art of time bending, and Alex eagerly accepted the challenge. The first lesson was about understanding the delicate balance of time. "Each action we take creates a ripple effect, altering the course of history," Eliza explained. "We must tread carefully to ensure that our actions do not create disastrous consequences." The two embarked on a series of training missions, learning how to navigate the different eras and protect the timeline from potential threats. One day, during a mission in the past, they stumbled upon a plot that threatened the very fabric of time itself. "We must work together as a family to prevent this catastrophe," Eliza declared. The family members from each era came together, combining their skills and knowledge to devise a plan that would save the timeline. In the climactic moment, Alex and Eliza, along with the rest of the family, executed their plan flawlessly. They mended the fabric of time, ensuring history remained intact. In the process, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. The experience brought them closer as a family, and their bond was stronger than ever before. As the reunion came to an end, Alex and Eliza exchanged stories late into the night. Eliza shared her thrilling tales from her time-traveling adventures, and Alex eagerly listened, already dreaming of the exciting times that lay ahead for them both. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the sprawling estate where Alex's family reunion took place. As they gathered around the firepit, laughter and stories filled the air. Amidst the crowd, Alex's eyes were drawn to an enigmatic figure in a Victorian-style dress - Great-Aunt Eliza. Her twinkling eyes hinted at secrets untold. Eliza pulled Alex aside, her voice low but full of excitement. "I come from a lineage of time travelers, and I need your help." With that, she led Alex to a hidden room in the mansion, revealing a sleek time-travel device. "This is our arsenal against time's disruptions," Eliza explained. "We must protect the timeline from catastrophic events." The duo embarked on training missions through history, each more thrilling than the last. They raced through ancient Rome, witnessed the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and even experienced a dystopian future where humans coexisted with advanced AI. With each mission, their bond grew stronger. One fateful day, they intercepted a time-traveling villain bent on causing chaos in the present. "We must find the others," Eliza whispered urgently. "Family members from different eras are scattered across history." As they tracked down these relatives, they discovered that each possessed unique skills and knowledge to help mend the timeline. Together, they devised a plan to prevent the villain's catastrophic event. Through teamwork and time-travel, they successfully thwarted the villain's plans and restored the original timeline. In the process, they learned that living in the moment and embracing change were crucial for maintaining harmony across time. Alex and Eliza shared tales of their adventures around the firepit, inspiring others to cherish the present while remaining ever vigilant against those who would disrupt the fabric of time. Alex's eyes widened in awe as they listened to Eliza's stories. The tales of daring adventures and close calls with the fabric of time captivated them, making their heart race with excitement. They couldn't believe that someone from their very own family had experienced such extraordinary events. "Alex," Eliza began, her voice filled with wisdom and compassion, "it is not just about traveling through time, but understanding its delicate nature. Time is like a woven tapestry, and every thread represents a moment in our lives. When we manipulate one thread, the entire pattern can be disrupted." "But how do we know which threads to protect?" Alex asked, curious to learn more about their newfound responsibility. Eliza smiled warmly, "That's where you come in, dear nephew. You and your family members from different time periods must work together. Share knowledge, strategize, and support each other. Remember, the key to preserving the timeline is unity and cooperation." Together, they embarked on a series of time-travel training missions. They learned how to blend into different eras seamlessly and how to interact with people from various time periods without causing any ripples in history. It was during these missions that Alex discovered the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. As they continued their work, a catastrophic event threatened the very fabric of time itself. It was up to Alex and their family members from different time periods to devise a plan and save the timeline. Working together, they combined their skills and knowledge, ultimately restoring the original timeline and understanding that change is an essential part of life. In the end, Alex's bond with Eliza and their shared experiences had transformed them. They now saw time as a living entity, full of potential and beauty. It was a gift to be cherished, not taken for granted. As Alex listened intently, they couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility. They knew that with great power came even greater responsibility, especially when it came to time travel. Together, Alex and Eliza embarked on their training missions, working tirelessly to protect the timeline and prevent any disastrous consequences. Through teamwork and determination, they ensured that the fabric of time remained intact. In the end, the family members learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. The original timeline was restored, and Alex's journey with Great-Aunt Eliza came to a bittersweet close. But the memories of their thrilling adventures together would live on forever in the hearts of both Alex and their ancestors. Over the next few weeks, Alex embarked on training missions with Eliza, learning the ins and outs of time travel. They practiced mending the timeline after small deviations, ensuring that history remained intact. Together, they worked tirelessly to prevent disastrous consequences, often finding themselves in perilous situations. One day, while on a mission to prevent a catastrophic event, Alex realized that they had lost track of time. They found themselves caught between two moments, with Eliza's voice echoing in their ears. "Time is a delicate fabric," she warned. "Always remember where you belong." With this newfound understanding, Alex quickly devised a plan to restore the original timeline and prevent any further damage. The family members from different time periods came together, working as a team to mend the fabric of time. Through their combined efforts, they managed to fix the timeline and ensure that history continued on its intended course. The experience brought them closer together, teaching them the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. Alex entered the grand hall of the family estate, eager to meet their Great-Aunt Eliza, a legend among the family for her extraordinary time-traveling adventures. As they approached the elderly woman, she greeted them with a warm smile and said, "Welcome, young one. I've been expecting you." The first part of Alex's training began in earnest as Eliza taught them the basics of time travel. "Imagine a river, flowing seamlessly from the past into the future," she explained. "To travel through time, you simply step into the water and let it carry you where you need to go." The next few weeks were spent learning the intricacies of time-traveling, with Eliza carefully guiding Alex through simulated missions that tested their ability to protect the timeline from disastrous consequences. During one such mission, Alex found themselves in a world where World War II never ended, causing untold suffering and chaos. Working together with family members from different time periods, they devised a plan to restore balance to history. Alex's favorite moments were spent conversing with Eliza about her adventures. She shared stories of daring escapades, close calls with paradoxes, and the importance of living in the moment, even when navigating the complexities of time. Through it all, Alex began to understand that no matter where they went or when they were, the essence of being human remained the same. As their training concluded, Alex realized that embracing change was not only essential for a successful time traveler but also for anyone seeking to live a fulfilling life. With Eliza's guidance and support, Alex had grown into a capable guardian of the timeline, ready to face whatever challenges the future held. The family members, now united across time, celebrated their shared history and looked forward to the adventures that awaited them in the years to come. As Alex entered the grand old mansion, they were struck by the warmth and love that filled the air. The laughter of family members echoed through the halls as they gathered for a long-awaited reunion. In the center of it all stood Great-Aunt Eliza, her eyes twinkling with adventure and wisdom. She was unlike any other relative Alex had ever met, and there was something distinctly different about her. As the evening wore on, Alex couldn't help but be drawn to Aunt Eliza. Her stories of time-traveling adventures captivated them, leaving them yearning for more. To their surprise, Aunt Eliza revealed that Alex was a part of a long lineage of time travelers, and it was now time for them to begin their training. "You see, Alex," Aunt Eliza began, "our family has been tasked with protecting the timeline, ensuring that no disastrous consequences occur. We must learn to navigate through the past, present, and future while preserving the natural flow of events." Alex stared in amazement, unable to believe the words they were hearing. Together, they embarked on a series of time-travel training missions, each one more exhilarating than the last. Aunt Eliza guided them through encounters with historical figures and future innovations, teaching them how to adapt and maintain the delicate balance of time. Through it all, Alex and Aunt Eliza grew closer, their bond strengthened by shared experiences and newfound respect for one another's abilities. As they devised a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that threatened the timeline, Alex and Aunt Eliza collaborated with family members from different time periods. Through teamwork and determination, they managed to mend the fabric of time and restore the original timeline. In the end, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change, realizing that every experience, whether past, present, or future, was a valuable lesson in shaping their own destiny. Alex arrived at the family reunion with anticipation and curiosity, eager to learn more about their time-traveling lineage. As they walked through the door, Great-Aunt Eliza greeted them warmly. "Welcome, Alex," she beamed. "I'm so glad you could make it. Your family has a long history of time travelers." Alex couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by Eliza's claim, but they were determined to learn more. "What's it like traveling through time?" Alex asked curiously. "It's both exhilarating and terrifying," Eliza admitted. "You need to be cautious, always ensuring that you don't cause any paradoxes or alter the timeline too drastically." Alex listened intently as Eliza shared stories of her time-traveling adventures. She spoke of saving a young girl from a deadly accident in the past, and of preventing an assassination attempt on a world leader in the future. The more she heard, the more fascinated Alex became with this extraordinary family legacy. In no time, Alex was enrolled in time-travel training, learning to navigate the complexities of the past, present, and future. They embarked on mission after mission, working alongside family members from different eras, all focused on protecting the timeline and preventing disastrous consequences. As the stories unfolded, Alex discovered the true value of living in the moment and embracing change. Through their adventures, they helped mend the fabric of time, restoring the original timeline and forging a stronger bond with their time-traveling family members. The past, present, and future were forever intertwined, and together, they had written a new chapter in their family's extraordinary history. Alex stood at the entrance of the ancient mansion, its crumbling walls and vines creeping up the structure hinting at its age. The air was thick with anticipation as they joined their family for the long-awaited reunion. As soon as he entered, his eyes locked onto a figure sitting in the corner, her silver hair framing an elegant face that seemed both familiar and foreign. Great-Aunt Eliza, it had to be. "Welcome, Alex," she whispered, her voice like a warm breeze. "It's been so long since I've seen you." Curiosity piqued, Alex approached the enigmatic woman. "Are you...from around here?" Eliza chuckled softly. "I've traveled far and wide, dear one. Time is my playground, and I've seen the past, present, and future." Alex's eyes widened. "Really? You mean...you can travel through time?" "Yes," Eliza replied with a knowing smile. "Our family has been guardians of the timeline for generations. We protect it from those who would change history for their own gain." Alex gaped at her, trying to absorb the magnitude of this revelation. "But...how? Can I do that too?" "With training," Eliza assured him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "We'll start your lessons tomorrow. It's time for you to learn and protect our precious timeline." Alex walked into the grand hall of their family estate, a mix of excitement and curiosity coursing through their veins. The air was filled with laughter and chatter as distant relatives mingled, sharing stories from generations past. As they scanned the room, their eyes fell on an elderly woman sitting alone at one end. She had a warm, inviting smile, but her eyes held a spark of wild adventure. Intrigued, Alex approached her and introduced themselves. "Great-Aunt Eliza," they said, extending a hand. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you." Eliza returned the greeting with a gentle squeeze of Alex's hand. "The pleasure is all mine, my dear. I've heard so much about you from your parents and grandparents." She paused, her eyes twinkling. "But there's something you should know. Our family has a secret, one that's been passed down through the generations." Alex leaned in, eager to hear more. "What is it?" "We're time travelers," Eliza whispered, lowering her voice as if sharing a forbidden secret. "Our family has protected the timeline for centuries, ensuring that history unfolds as it should." She glanced around, making sure no one was eavesdropping. "I've been training you since you were born, and now it's time to begin your own journey." Alex's heart raced at the thought of traveling through time. The prospect of witnessing historical events and meeting famous figures filled them with wonder. Eliza noticed their excitement and smiled. "But remember," she cautioned, "with great power comes great responsibility. We must protect the fabric of time and prevent any disasters that could alter history." Alex nodded solemnly, eager to take on the challenge. Little did they know, the first mission was already underway, with family members from different time periods working together to avert a catastrophic event. As they learned to navigate the complexities of time travel and the importance of living in the moment, Alex and their newfound kin mended the fabric of time, restoring the original timeline and solidifying their bond as a family united across centuries. With Eliza as their mentor, Alex embarked on thrilling missions through different eras, working alongside family members from various periods in history. They encountered famous figures and witnessed pivotal moments that shaped the course of humanity. Together, they forged a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that threatened the timeline, understanding the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. In the cozy living room of the family's ancestral home, Alex sat next to Great-Aunt Eliza, listening intently as she recounted her time-traveling adventures. "I once witnessed the signing of the Magna Carta in 1215," Eliza said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The future can be just as fascinating," Alex replied, eager to learn more about their shared legacy. "I met my great-grandparents during the Gold Rush of 1849," Eliza continued, her voice filled with nostalgia. "It was a time of great hope and adventure." Together, they embarked on thrilling missions through different eras, working alongside family members from various periods in history. They encountered famous figures like Marie Curie in the early 20th century, shared a laugh with Shakespeare during the Elizabethan era, and even witnessed the signing of the Declaration of Independence in 1776. As they journeyed through time, Alex and Eliza forged a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that threatened the timeline. They knew the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. With their combined knowledge and skills, they worked together with family members from different time periods, ultimately mending the fabric of time and restoring the original timeline. And so, Alex and Eliza's time-bending tales continued, each adventure more captivating than the last. They understood that the past, present, and future were intertwined, and that they had a vital role to play in preserving the delicate balance of history. Alex sat in the cozy living room of their Great-Aunt Eliza's old Victorian home, listening intently as she regaled them with tales of her time-traveling adventures. "You see, dear Alex," Eliza began, her eyes sparkling like stars, "I come from a long lineage of time-benders. We protect the timeline and prevent disastrous consequences." Alex's eyes widened as they imagined Eliza leaping through history, fixing things that went awry. "And you trained me?" Alex asked, incredulous. "Indeed," Eliza nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "We embarked on many missions together, visiting different eras and working alongside family members from various periods in history." Eliza continued, "We've encountered famous figures like Leonardo da Vinci, witnessed pivotal moments that shaped humanity, and even played a role in the invention of the telephone. It was always crucial to live in the moment, yet never forget the importance of change." In one mission, they had worked with their Great-Grandfather Jack during the Wild West era, preventing a deadly gunfight at the O.K. Corral. In another, they stopped Alexander the Great from making a fateful decision that would have drastically altered the course of history. "But our most recent adventure was the most challenging," Eliza confided, her voice low. Together, Alex and Eliza had devised a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that threatened the timeline, understanding the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. And now, as they sat together in the old Victorian home, time-benders united by blood and purpose, they knew their family's legacy would continue for generations to come. As Alex entered the dimly lit room, they could feel the air thick with anticipation. Great-Aunt Eliza, her eyes twinkling like stardust, greeted them with a warm smile. "Welcome, dear child," she said in her soft, soothing voice. "It's time we began your training." Over the next few weeks, Alex and Eliza embarked on thrilling missions through different eras, working alongside family members from various periods in history. They met famous figures like Leonardo da Vinci, witnessed pivotal moments that shaped humanity, and even encountered their own ancestors in unexpected situations. During one such mission, they found themselves in the midst of a bustling market in ancient Rome. As they navigated through the crowded streets, Eliza leaned close to Alex's ear. "Always remember, you are here to observe, not interfere," she whispered. "The past is fragile and must remain untouched." Alex nodded, absorbing their great-aunt's wisdom. They were careful not to disrupt the delicate balance of time, knowing that even a small change could have unforeseen consequences. Through these experiences, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change. As Alex entered the grand manor for the family reunion, they noticed an elderly woman sitting alone in a corner, her eyes sparkling with wisdom and mischief. Approaching her, Alex couldn't help but feel an instant connection. To their surprise, the old lady introduced herself as Great-Aunt Eliza, a member of a time-traveling lineage. Over warm apple pie and steaming cups of tea, Eliza regaled them with tales from her adventures across time. Alex was captivated by her stories, from witnessing ancient Rome to meeting the great inventor Nikola Tesla. Each tale painted a vivid picture of history's most pivotal moments, but they also stressed the importance of observing and not interfering with the past. "The key to time travel is knowing when to intervene and when to let events unfold as they should," Eliza explained. "It's our duty to protect the timeline." With a spark in her eyes, she continued, "Now it's your turn, Alex. The future needs you." Together, Alex and Eliza embarked on thrilling missions through different eras, working alongside family members from various periods in history. They encountered famous figures like Marie Curie, met Julius Caesar, and bore witness to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Each experience was a testament to the delicate balance of time and the responsibility that came with it. After devising a plan to prevent a catastrophic event that threatened the timeline, they worked alongside family members from different time periods to mend the fabric of time. Through their adventures, Alex and Eliza learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change, ultimately restoring the original timeline. In the end, as they sat once more around the fireplace, exchanging stories and laughter, Alex realized that family was a bond that transcended time itself. And though their adventures through history had come to an end, the memories would live on, echoing through generations to come. In the dimly lit room, Alex nervously adjusted their glasses as they awaited the arrival of Great-Aunt Eliza. The air crackled with anticipation, as Alex had heard tales of time travel and extraordinary adventures from their family lineage. Suddenly, Eliza appeared, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she eagerly began to share her stories. "Ah, Alex," she greeted warmly, "I've been waiting for this moment for so long! Time travel is a delicate dance, you see. You must learn to tread lightly on the fabric of time." As Eliza spoke, she began to weave an intricate tapestry of tales from her past adventures in different eras. "You'll need to undergo rigorous training," Eliza continued, "to protect the timeline and prevent disastrous consequences that could alter history as we know it." Alex was captivated by the stories, fascinated by the prospect of exploring the past, present, and future through time travel. Together, they devised a plan to avert a catastrophic event in their family's timeline. With the help of relatives from various epochs, they embarked on a thrilling quest that spanned centuries. Through it all, they learned the importance of living in the moment and embracing change, ultimately restoring the original timeline. In one of their many missions, Alex and Eliza found themselves in ancient Rome. The bustling marketplace was filled with merchants hawking goods and citizens chatting animatedly. The two carefully observed the sights and sounds, understanding that interfering with history could have dire consequences. "You see, Alex," Eliza whispered, "we must be spectators in these moments, not participants. It's our responsibility to maintain the delicate balance of time." And so, they continued their journey through the past, present, and future, ensuring that the timeline remained intact and that their family's legacy would endure for generations to come. In ancient Rome, Alex and Eliza found themselves in a bustling marketplace, surrounded by people in flowing robes and wearing sandals. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the scent of wood smoke from nearby hearths. As they observed their surroundings, Eliza whispered, "Remember, we must not interfere. Our presence here could alter the course of history." Alex nodded, trying to absorb the weight of her words. The two blended in with the crowd as they walked through the city, marveling at the architecture and the way people moved with purpose. They watched from a distance as a chariot race began, the crowd roaring with excitement. "These are precious moments," Eliza said softly, her eyes twinkling with admiration for the past. "They're fleeting, but they shape our very existence." The pair continued to explore, taking in sights like gladiatorial games and lavish feasts. Alex began to grasp the importance of their mission – protecting history while still experiencing its rich tapestry. As night fell, they returned to their time-traveling vessel, their hearts filled with wonder and newfound understanding. They knew that each moment in time was delicate, and their role as protectors was crucial for the stability of the timeline.

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

[honourablejester]

I know it’s because there’s something of an actual lineage there, each new setting spun off from or inspired by the ones before, but I find it somewhat amusing that in the current big 3 fantasy ttrpg settings, D&D’s Faerûn, Pathfinder’s Golarion, and Critical Role’s Exandria, the flying cities were always doomed. They’re always there, because flying cities are cool as hell, but they’re always doomed, because we’re not sure if we want that much casual magic in the world. So the Netherese Empire, the Shori Empire, the Age of Arcanum, they’re all lost wonders of the ancient world, the ruins of fallen sky cities serving as fantastic megadungeons littering the landscape of the present day. Once upon a time there was a fantastic mage empire that set their cities flying through the sky, but obviously their hubris and/or a titanic (often divine) enemy brought them down, because such magical luxuries could never be expected to last.

A lot of current fantasy settings are a little bit post-apocalyptic. Explicitly so, in several cases. If you want to play a campaign on a flying city, you have to know in advance that you’re playing a prequel campaign and the city is doomed. Just. As a fact of being. Flying cities don’t last. You just have to live with that fact in the back of your mind.

Don’t get me wrong, the ruins and impact craters of a lost age of flying cities does make a fantastic bit of background worldbuilding. I just, I’d like to see a setting where the golden age isn’t either already gone or slated to end in doom and disaster? A setting with current flying cities. Yeah, maybe some of them have fallen or had isolated disasters, if you’ve got a whole-ass city hanging in the air with only magic holding it up, there’s a lot that can go wrong, but others are still there, they didn’t all die in a single mass catastrophe. You know? A setting where the age of wonder is right now, and it is not divinely mandated to end. We’ve got flying cities, maybe the next stop is space cities, with nothing catastrophic in between. We have all the potential, and the future is bright, and not ironically so, but genuinely so.

Flying cities are cool. They’re a cool thing to explore, and I feel like Tower-of-Babel style hubris-destined-for-a-fall is not the only potential narrative for them. But yes, I’m aware that this is mostly because those three particular settings are a nested egg of inspirations. Heh.

[theroyalyandere]

i love your writing soooo much!! if it's not too much trouble, may i get some headcanons of the yandere emperor & a commoner/fallen noble darling?

I'm answering this request because this just made me feel things 🫢

Warning: this work contains dark content. Mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of harassment, and gambling addiction, yandere, mentions of death, some graphic description of dead bodies, mentions of trauma, kidnapping, physical assault, torture, mentions of blackmailing, assassination

Kindly scroll away if you do not wish to interact with this post or my blog. Remember this is only a work of fiction and shall not be taken seriously!

authors note: This is actually pretty tame because I want darling to fall in love with yan!emperor. I also made this gender neutral for those who have been looking for content like this. I wanna improve in writing smut.

yandere!emperor x commoner/fallen noble!darling 18+ smut

A little bit of background, your family used to be an established noble house but due to some conflict the previous emperor and the court had taken away your family's title.

The noble family you belonged in was a prestigious name throughout the land, the fall of your house surely caused a lot of catastrophe in your life.

One day you're living lavishly being pampered by your servants and family then the next you're stripped of your title as a noble with hundreds of people as witnesses.

Your father was so devastated he drowned himself in agony alcohol. Your mother had begun to partake in gambling. Your siblings had either become criminals or worked at brothels, truly a fall from grace.

Seeing the destruction and misery that had fallen upon your family, you still tried to do your best to live as an upright citizen of the land.

Despite the numerous whispers you hear, the taunts, and sometimes the harassment from those with two eyes following your every move.

A few years later, the previous emperor had passed his crown to his only heir, the Crown Prince Alastair. A man beloved by many with his aid, the empire had flourished through his genius mind.

You on the other hand, had moved away from the capital, away from the judging stares and malicious mouths you encounter. You managed to live your life and survive through hardship further solidifying your will.

You accepted the fate bestowed upon you and live your life in peace.

One day while washing your laundry at the riverbed, Emperor Alastair has stumbled upon you while he was out on a hunting trip with some nobles accompanying him.

You were minding your own business until an arrow was shot on your way ultimately landing on the poor hare in front of you.

You look up and see a dashing man grinning down at you, an amused glint in his eye as he introduces himself.

He thinks he had seen you before but could not pinpoint when and where but for him, Alastair could not believe he had coincidentally found a beautiful person such as you.

He believes that this is destiny, you are the one he will love and worship in his lifetime.

You are equally charmed by his gentlemanly gestures, quickly ensnaring your heart as you were captivated the same way as you did with him.

You converse for a little while until a group of nobles that accompanied him had appeared where one of them had recognized you.

The noble sneered as he started to mention who you were and started to degrade how desperate you are which effectively makes you cower a little.

The noble had mentioned that Alastair is the emperor startling you that you did not know he was the new emperor making you feel even more ashamed.

Little did you know, Alastair had a dark look in his eyes. Disgust and rage running through him as the noble continued to talk down on you.

You were going to be his beloved, the one who will rule by his side until you're all frail and gray.

Alastair stepped between and stares down at the noble, subtly insulting the noble's own lineage making him regret his mistakes.

Alastair then turns to you, his change of demeanor surprised you as he suggests to accompany you. You admit you were charmed by him and agreed.

He stayed at the village you live in, spending most of his time getting to know you completely winning your trust and affections.

At the last day of his hunting trip he had asked you to go back to him to the capital.

Even though you were reluctant and something has been nagging you to not go with him but due to his charms and you believe you were in love you followed him back to the capital.

As the carriage carries you away, you remembered the noble who insulted you on the first meeting with Alastair.

You curiously asked him and Alastair only smiled and replied that the noble had already gone back to the capital a few days early.

He tells you to not worry and only pulls you closer to him.

What you did not know the man who insulted you was already a decomposing body in the woods.

After a few days, you arrived back at the capital making you anxious due to the trauma.

Alastair felt you tensed up and tried to soothe you with his words and strokes on your skin, distracting you from time to time.

Hiding behind him from the stares was proven to be futile, as he is the emperor, it is natural all attention would be on him.

As you two were walking inside the palace, the servants and nobles lingering and passing by kept their eyes on you and they all began to glare and whisper again.

As you enter the throne room, you and Alastair were greeted by the former empress and emperor who immediately locked eyes with you.

Both of you bowed before the dowager empress and the former emperor, their eyes staring holes right through you.

Alastair rises with grace and a smile on his face. Your face falls as he introduces you as his lover. Everyone in the court gasped and the former emperor's face curled into anger.

His booming voice echoed throughout the entire room making you shake in fear.

He suggests that you should go back to where you came from or else you would tarnish the imperial family's great image.

Alastair chose to fight his love for you even though you haven't confessed to each other yet, you believe that you two had a connection.

Tears began to swell in your eyes but you would not want to let anyone see them fall so you ran away from everyone not knowing where your feet will take you.

You find a secluded place where you sit down to process what happened, questioning yourself whether you truly made the right choice to follow the man you love.

A few minutes later, Alastair finds you and embraces you tight against him.

He apologizes for startling you and declares that he truly loves you. From the bottom of his heart Alastair, is deeply in-love with you.

His father may call him obsessed but no one ever knows what he really feels. Anyone who thinks about separating you from him shall be eliminated.

He tells you not to care about what others say and before you say anything he cuts you off with a deep kiss which leads to you being brought to his chambers.

You strip each other out of your clothes feverishly, grabbing each other's flesh.

Alastair devours your lips in a breathless kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two as he parts away.

He looks down at you with lust and devotion evident in his eyes. He tells you that you're beautiful.

His hardened cock twitches against you, making you feel more aroused. The sight of his large cock makes you drool.

The precum oozing at the tip and the veins decorating the sides makes you want to worship him.

So you asked him to lay back and worship him. At first, he refuses to do so but when you start to stroke his cock he relents allowing you to go down on him.

As you start to worship his cock with kisses and licks, Alastair thinks he's going to go insane with how much pleasure he feels from being teased by you.

Eventually you take his tip into your mouth, curiously swirling your tongue around him before taking him inch by inch until you can't.

Your hands wrap around what you can't reach and you do your best to pleasure him. He starts to lose his composure at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

He will surely lose his damn mind seeing you make eye contact with him. He couldn't help but hold onto your head as he nears his peak.

He loves the gagging sounds you produced and although it was sudden, you can't deny you loved how he took control.

Alastair brutally thrusts his hips into your warm mouth until he pulls out to paint your face with cum.

You gasp for air when he releases you, feeling your arousal intensify at the feeling of his cum dripping down your face.

He became hard again and this time he got on top of you. Alastair groans as he tells you how much he has waited to touch you and feel you.

He pushes inside you making you arch in pleasure. He fucks you mercilessly for the whole night surely making the whole empire hear your screams and moans.

The next day a servant came in and was shocked to discover the mess that your little endeavor with him caused.

Since then people knew that both you and the emperor often slept with each other causing chaos and solidifying your title as his lover.

There had been a time where he was supposed to meet another noble to become his empress. You were caught being fucked by him at the garden where the meeting place was supposed to be.

The poor woman had to see you being wrecked by the emperor.

You then earned a reputation as the Emperor's whore, a rather derogatory term which bothered you a little.

Alastair became more insatiable sometimes going at it for several hours at risky places.

He also went against his father and continued to cause ruckus.

The former emperor could not separate you from Alastair, he needed to take drastic measures to make you disappear.

Days later, the palace held a huge ball where you were invited at. You enjoyed your time sticking to Alastair, not giving a fuck about anyone and anything for as long as you're with him, you're alright.

Later, Alastair was called urgently making him grumble for being separated from you.

As you were walking towards a secluded balcony, you were suddenly hit in the head making you black out.

You blink your eyes until your vision clears and in front of you were soldiers looking down at you.

They began to beat you until you coughed blood and your body bloomed with bruises.

You were tortured until the sun rises, with your soul feeling hollow. They kept you in captivity where they would mistreat you badly you could not lift a finger.

A day later, you woke up with screams ringing in your ears. A loud bang came from the exit of the cell you were held in. There stood Alastair wearing an armor covered in blood.

He sees you and feels his heart being crushed into pieces at the state you're in.

Everything becomes a blur when he gently cradles you in his arms and guides you away from the cell.

He takes you back to the palace where he commands everyone to take care of you.

Alastair confronted his father who was behind your assassination.

Without a word, he slays his father where the empress dowager screamed in horror at the gruesome sight. Alastair then slays the older woman.

That day blood bathes the whole palace with the amount of bodies that experienced his wrath.

Everyone who he deems to take you away from him is eliminated.

Terror began to spread while at the same time he loomed over you watching your condition.

You slowly healed but every little mistake made by the servants and healers resulted in death.

One time a servant made a loud noise, which triggered you. The servant was immediately beheaded by Alastair himself.

After a while, he introduces you before the people as his official consort by marrying you, ending any marriage proposal sent to him.

Your family found out you were crowned consort and tried to pester you about it. Alastair deems them unworthy and blackmails them to keep them away from you.

In the end, he got you despite still being a little broken. He vows to nurse you back to your old self to the best of his abilities.

For now, he will hold you in his arms and love you till the day he dies.

[violottie]

Today marks half a year of Palestinian genocide perpetrated by the Israeli and US governments." from Jewish Voice for Peace, 07/Apr/2024:

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We are in this catastrophe today—with over 33,000 Palestinians killed, the healthcare system in Gaza decimated, almost 2 million Palestinians displaced, and over 1 million Palestinians starving—because our government does not value Palestinian lives.

In the past six months, entire Palestinian lineages were destroyed, families were robbed of precious memories and milestones, and the paintings and words of artists and poets were snuffed out. The effects of six months of this genocide will last generations.

We have reached this horrifying milestone not because of circumstances beyond anyone’s control, but as a result of political decisions. Political decisions made by our government who—rather than listening to millions of Palestinians crying for justice or the majority of Americans who want a ceasefire—is choosing to continue this genocide by sending weapons to the Israeli military.

We do not need to continue down this path of destruction and devastation. The cracks in the US war machine are showing, but not fast enough. We need to keep the pressure up, and keep it high.

We will never stop fighting for a free Palestine, from the river to the sea. We will never forget.

[talonabraxas]

Mount Shasta

There’s a well-known legend that says that somewhere deep beneath Northern California’s 14,179-foot-tall Mount Shasta is a complex of tunnels and a hidden city called Telos, the ancient “City of Light” for the Lemurians. They were the residents of the mythical lost continent of Lemuria, which met its demise under the waves of the Pacific (or the Indian Ocean, depending on who you ask) thousands of years ago. Lemurians believed to have survived the catastrophe are said to have settled in Telos, and over the years their offspring have been sporadically reported wandering around the area: seven-feet-tall, with long flowy hair, often clad in sandals and white robes.

Lemurians aren’t the only unusual figures said to inhabit this stand-alone stratovolcano, easily seen from Interstate 5, about 60 miles south of the Oregon border. Mount Shasta is believed to be a home base for the Lizard People, too, reptilian humanoids that also reside underground. The mountain is a hotbed of UFO sightings, one of the most recent of which occurred in February 2020. (It was a saucer-shaped lenticular cloud.) In fact, the mountain is associated with so many otherworldly, paranormal, and mythical beings—in addition to long-established Native American traditions—that it’s almost like a who’s who of metaphysics. It has attracted a legion of followers over the years, including “Poet of the Sierras” Joaquin Miller and naturalist John Muir, as well as fringe religious organizations such as the Ascended Masters, who believe that they’re enlightened beings existing in higher dimensions. What is it about this mountain in particular that inspires so much belief?

“There’s a lot about Mount Shasta, and volcanoes in general, that are difficult to explain,” says Andrew Calvert, scientist-in-charge at the California Volcano Observatory, “and when you’re having difficulty explaining something, you try and understand it.” Calvert has studied Shasta’s eruptive history since 2001. “It’s such a complicated and rich history,” he says, “and Shasta itself is also very visually powerful. These qualities build on each other to make it a profound place for a lot of people—geologists, spirituality seekers … even San Francisco tech folks, and hunters and gatherers from 10,000 years ago. It’s one that can have a really strong effect on your psyche.”

Mount Shasta is one of the most prominent of all the Cascade volcanoes, an arc that runs from southwestern British Columbia to Northern California, and includes Washington’s Mount Rainier and Oregon’s Mount Hood, among others. “It’s so steep and so tall that it even creates its own weather,” says Calvert. This includes the spaceship-looking lenticular clouds that tend to form around the mountain, created, he says, “by a humid air mass that hits the volcano, and then has to go up a little bit to cool off.” But they only contribute to Shasta’s supernatural allure, along with its ice-clad peak, steaming fumaroles, and shape-shifting surface that’s being constantly broken down and rebuilt by ice, water, wind, and debris. The mountain also sits about 15 miles or so west of the standard arc line of the other Cascade volcanoes—a move that took place about 700,000 years ago. “We don’t really have a good explanation for why it moved out there,” Calvert says, a statement that seems to make Mount Shasta’s mysteries appear more otherworldly by the minute.

The Mount Shasta spiritual legacy goes far deeper than contemporary myths and sightings. For Native Americans in particular, the mountain is a sacred place, straddling the territories of the Shasta, Wintu, Achumawi, Atsugewi, and Modoc tribes, which can date their lineages back to a time when eruptions actually took place there. (Its last eruption, says Calvert, was a little over 3,000 years ago.)

There’s Something About Mount Shasta

[obsidian-pages777]

Phaethon Asteroid in your Astrology Chart. Where have you been humbled?

In Greek mythology, Phaethon is the son of the sun god Helios and the Oceanid Clymene. The tale of Phaethon is primarily recounted in Ovid's Metamorphoses. Eager to prove his divine lineage, Phaethon seeks confirmation from his father Helios, who grants him one wish. Phaethon, craving recognition and validation, requests to drive his father's chariot—the fiery sun—across the sky for a day. Despite Helios' warnings of the chariot's immense power and the dangers of losing control, Phaethon persists, blinded by his ambition.

Once entrusted with the reins, Phaethon's inexperience leads to chaos as he struggles to control the fiery chariot, causing devastation across the sky and scorching the Earth. To prevent further catastrophe, Zeus intervenes, striking Phaethon down with a thunderbolt, sending him plummeting from the heavens into the river Eridanus. The tragic tale of Phaethon serves as a cautionary myth about the perils of hubris and the consequences of overreaching one's capabilities, emphasizing the importance of humility and respect for divine authority.

The Houses in Astrology and this celestial body.

Phaethon in the 1st House: This placement could suggest themes related to identity, self-expression, and personal drive being prominent in the individual's life. There may be a strong desire to assert oneself or to pursue goals with determination, sometimes to the point of recklessness.

Phaethon in the 2nd House: Here, Phaethon's influence might manifest in issues related to personal values, possessions, and finances. The individual may have a drive to achieve material success or may experience fluctuations in their financial situation due to impulsive actions.

Phaethon in the 3rd House: This placement could indicate a strong urge to communicate, learn, or travel. The individual may be intellectually curious and may pursue various interests with enthusiasm, although there could also be a tendency towards restlessness or scattered energy.

Phaethon in the 4th House: Phaethon's influence in the 4th House might highlight issues related to home, family, and roots. The individual may have a strong drive to create a sense of security and stability in their domestic life, but there could also be challenges related to feeling constrained or confined in their upbringing or family dynamics.

Phaethon in the 5th House: This placement could suggest a strong desire for creative self-expression, romance, or pleasure-seeking activities. The individual may be drawn to taking risks in matters of the heart or may pursue hobbies and interests with passion and enthusiasm.

Phaethon in the 6th House: Here, Phaethon's influence might manifest in issues related to work, health, and daily routines. The individual may approach their work with a strong sense of determination and may be prone to taking on more than they can handle, leading to burnout or health issues if not managed carefully.

Phaethon in the 7th House: This placement could highlight themes related to relationships, partnerships, and collaboration. The individual may be drawn to dynamic or challenging relationships that push them out of their comfort zone, but there could also be issues related to conflict or power struggles in partnerships.

Phaethon in the 8th House: Here, Phaethon's influence might manifest in issues related to transformation, shared resources, and psychological depth. The individual may have a strong drive to explore taboo topics or to confront their own fears and insecurities, sometimes through intense or risky experiences.

Phaethon in the 9th House: This placement could suggest a strong desire for expansion, growth, and exploration. The individual may be drawn to travel, higher education, or philosophical pursuits, but there could also be challenges related to overconfidence or a tendency to overextend oneself.

Phaethon in the 10th House: Here, Phaethon's influence might manifest in issues related to career, public image, and authority. The individual may have a strong drive to achieve success and recognition in their chosen field, but there could also be challenges related to ambition or a tendency to take unnecessary risks in pursuit of their goals.

Phaethon in the 11th House: This placement could highlight themes related to social networks, friendships, and collective goals. The individual may be drawn to causes or movements that require courage and leadership, but there could also be issues related to rebellion or defiance against social norms.

Phaethon in the 12th House: Here, Phaethon's influence might manifest in issues related to spirituality, the subconscious mind, and hidden motivations. The individual may have a strong drive to explore their inner world or to confront their own limitations and fears, but there could also be challenges related to escapism or self-destructive tendencies if not managed consciously.

[tribbetherium]

The Late Rodentocene: 20 million years post-establishment

Browsers' Inside Story: Hamtelopes of the Late Rodentocene

The Late Rodentocene is a time of diversity and of plenty. Warm, humid, and temperate climes fuel the growth of productive biomes all across the equator, with the landmasses, slowly being shaped by time across deep time, gradually becoming blanketed by the spread of grasslands and scrubland. Grasses, descended from tussock grass, had evolved seeds that float like dandelions, with miniscule filamentous parachutes, enabling them to spread far and wide and cover any available area of barren land, quickly becoming its first colonists. From there, a wide variety of "shrubs" soon follow, descendants of brassica cabbages, clovers, and even dwarfed stonefruit trees that bear cherry-like berries relished by a wide array of species.

Across this rich and abundant land, a new clade of grazers is rising to prominence: large, hopping jerryboas, bipedal jumpers able to easily cover large ground with their powerful and energy-efficient spring-like bounding bipedal locomotion. But, secondary to their abundance and dominance, is another clade of herbivores also spreading out across the land and eking out an existence in the shadow of a more successful group: the hamtelopes.

Descendants of the gouties of the Early Rodentocene along with the cavybaras, the first, early forms of hamtelope would find themselves quickly pushed to the margins by jerryboa domination of the open grasslands, savannahs, and prairies, where a saltatorial means of movement proved more energy-efficient at traversing wide, open land. But, rather than this be a catastrophe that spells the end of this lineage, they quickly adjusted, primarily becoming browsers feeding upon shrubs, bushes and low-branched trees, while the jerryboas focused more on grasses.

Many hamtelopes would remain quite small, such as the dusty hoofhare (Lagungulomys cricetolepus), basal grazers scarcely larger than their goutie ancestors, and living out in the open plains where they fed on clover and softer vegetation that grew amidst the grazing of the jerryboas. However, as with the trend in the Late Rodentocene, many hamtelopes have gradually been increasing in size in the absence of occupied megafaunal niches, like the scrubland hamtelope (Cervolagocricetus punctus), which too inhabits open plains dominated by low-growing plants and shrubbery, specializing on being browsers rather than grazers, and thus partitioning niches with the grazing jerryboas and allowing the two clades to coexist.

Some, however, have taken advantage of areas less conducive to the jerryboas, who are adapted to quickly moving across flat plains with little effort, but are less suited for rougher terrain. The alpine montelope (Eocapricricetus altus) is one such species, inhabiting steep cliffs of mountainous regions and precariously clambering up rock edges in order to feed on alpine vegetation, some growing straight out of cliff faces. Another is the forest deerat (Eoaltocricetus myocervus) which lives in dense, forested areas, where it thrives off a diet of fruit, bark, shrubs and especially the low branches of trees, standing on its rear legs to access the tender shoots, an abundant food rarely contested and out of reach of many browsers.

While for now, the hamtelopes boast moderate success, a few begin to hint at a greater future, with special adaptations now that, in many million years time, will give them an advantage that would allow them to take over in a changed world. The big-toed spurfoot (Centrungulopus mesonychus) is one such species bearing a unique feature. While most hamtelopes walk upon two central toes while another pair serve as dewclaws, the spurfoot rests its weight upon just one toe each, leaving the other hoof a pointed, claw-like spur that it uses for digging, defense and grooming.

As of the moment, the spurfoot's distinctive features seem trivial. Yet this would come to define its descendants once a herd of spurfoots manage to migrate to the isolated continent of Borealia in the Late Rodentocene during a period of low sea levels and minor glaciation lasting a few thousand years, that enabled them to cross over to the continent and become quite established. Their heavy grazing on the local grasses, which they fed on in the absence of jerryboas on Borealia, would cause said grasses to develop harsh defenses that made it lethal to consume to the unprepared. Thus, on Borealia, an arms race between plant and herbivore would bring about the evolution of the saberleaf grass and the ungulopes: two major players with a bigger role to perform in the distant future as the continents merge, break and reconfigure, mixing up the dynamics of species that evolved in isolation.

The ungulopes would not be the only clade to rise from these basal forms. Also in an arms race with both local flora and jerryboa competition, the deerats would also bring about, over several million years, taller and taller individuals better able to browse from leaves in trees, reaching in a relatively short time of 5-10 million years incredible proportions that would give it access to leaves out of reach of any other herbivore. With its niche unchallenged, these giant hamtelopes would in time return to the plains uncontested by the jerryboas, and come to become the tallest of all terrestrial animals, giving rise to the girats, the dominant high-browsers throughout the Therocene and the Glaciocene.

But, for most of the Late Rodentocene and the Therocene, the majority of hamtelopes would remain small, inconspicuous, and far more abundant in small-herbivore niches to the hoofhares and the montelopes. Spreading across the main continents, they would live side by side with the leaping megafaunal jerryboas known as the boingos, but would be notably less abundant in the southern continent of Easaterra as the landmass fragmented before they could reach the region, only arriving much later as tall browsers. The relative lack of small grazer and browser forms is reflected by the local success of the oingos across Easaterra in the Therocene, smaller jerryboas that in time give rise to the walkabies and rhinocheirids.

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[reality-detective]

I think we're nearing "End Game" "Checkmate" where things are about to get real crazy? 👇

Black Swan Event! The World’s Most Powerful Families Are Crafting Global Chaos – Trump Is Leading the Fight Against a Globalist Cabal!

In the clandestine corridors of power, a sinister plot is unfolding—one that mocks the very democracy and freedom we hold dear. This is not just another historical manipulation, but a shadow war waged by a cabal of power-hungry elites, tracing their bloodlines back to the darkest realms of the Illuminati and the counterfeit AshkeNAZI lineage.

The Rothschilds, Rockefellers, and their ilk have orchestrated every major catastrophe of the 20th and 21st centuries. From the World Wars to economic collapses and the recent pandemic, each disaster serves their ultimate goal: total global domination through chaos and despair.

The United Nations and Israel? Not geopolitical strategies, but key pieces in their grand chess game. Under the guise of international cooperation, these institutions enable the elites to conduct heinous crimes—from human trafficking rings to covert biological warfare on innocent populations. The CIA is merely a puppet in their hands, enforcing their will across the globe, with Ukraine becoming the latest battleground where their twisted agenda plays out.

But it doesn’t stop there. The elites have infiltrated every corner of society—from the financial crashes they orchestrate to the dictators they install. Even Google, Facebook, and YouTube are weapons in their arsenal, controlling thought, manipulating reality, and silencing those who dare to speak out.

As these elites sense their plans unraveling, they retreat into private banking and cryptic financial channels, but their ultimate aim remains clear: the collapse of global economies to establish a new world order under their absolute control. They think their plan is foolproof, but they didn't anticipate the rise of counterforces.

Trump and General Flynn have been laying the groundwork for a massive counterstrike, executing covert operations to dismantle the Deep State from within. The Quantum Financial System (QFS), a revolutionary technology, is their secret weapon, designed to overthrow the corrupt financial structures of the elites and bring about a new era of transparency and freedom.

As the world teeters on the brink of a Black Swan event, engineered economic meltdowns and social chaos are distractions from their true aim: the Great Reset. This terrifying new world order would mark the end of monetary privacy and the final tightening of their iron grip on the global populace.

But patriots worldwide, take heed! The storm is here. This battle for the soul of humanity is not some far-off conflict—it’s happening now. Trump’s coalition is fighting on the frontlines, preparing to activate the QFS and dismantle the elite’s centuries-old network.

Stay alert, stay vigilant. The Great Awakening has arrived. This is our moment—resist, or be swept away in their final bid for tyranny. The truth is your weapon, and awareness your shield. The endgame is here.

This is why I have been saying there won't be an election. It's going to get ugly! 🤔

[mindblowingscience]

For 75 years the Doomsday Clock has been a powerful metaphor, representing how close humanity is to extinction from threats like nuclear weapons. Currently set at 90 seconds to midnight, the clock suggests we are closer to catastrophe today than at any time since its 1947 debut. But had the doomsday warning mechanism been around 900,000 years ago, it might have estimated only a single second remained before midnight signaled the end of humanity. An intriguing new genetic study suggests that our ancestors dwindled to just 1,280 breeding individuals during that era, and they nearly vanished from the earth long before modern humans even appeared on the scene. The study, published Thursday in Science,analyzed the genetic lineages of 3,154 modern humans to trace their characteristics backward in time and model the population patterns likeliest to have produced their existing genomes. Wangjie Hu, of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and colleagues suggest that between 813,000 and 930,000 years ago the population of ancient humans that would eventually give rise to our own species, Homo sapiens, experienced what geneticists call a “bottleneck.” For unknown reasons, perhaps difficult environmental conditions, their numbers plunged dramatically to a point where our lineage was within a whisper of total extinction. Based on the study’s estimates, some 98.7 percent of our human ancestors were wiped out.

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[none-shall-caricature-me]

Kuras's Atonement + His Past with the Senobium - A Theory

So the latest Kuras character lore came out, which hints at Kuras or one of his fellow angels being the 'otherworldly teacher' who taught humans stuff like writing, art, WAR, etc. Inventions that can be used for good, bad or in between. Hence there are differing views of this entity - as benevolent or a harbinger of ruin.

Moreover, the caption states (it's highly plausible that Kuras says it) - “Hope. A strange concept, after so long seeing myself as the agent of ruin.”

This, plus an earlier stats post that puts his empathy at 2 / 5 lead me to the folllowing conclusion -

We know that Kuras is atoning for a past blunder by entering the human world and setting up his charitable interventions. That catastrophe was probably the event of him introducing all these new concepts to humans WHILE lacking the lived human experience to truly foresee, understand and empathise with the consequences. For example, war happens for resource access, profiteering, ideology, punitive 'destroy those sinners' rage etc. Perhaps Kuras introduced war hoping to elevate the humans he considered righteous or wiser over those he thought evil, lesser or dangerous, but this judgemental aloofness meant he overlooked the reasons WHY people do evil, overlooked moral greyness. And then this spiralled out of control because he failed to grasp and predict humanity's vices.

It's like how less intelligent animals commit atrocities ultimately for survival and genetic lineage, but more intelligent animals like dolphins, otters and above all, humans will commit atrocities and shape exploitative systems for non - strictly essential reasons.

But why didn't he correct his mistake ? Maybe he lost hope for humanity out of disgust and left them to their sordid devices. But that fixed nothing and only led to more suffering. Or maybe his specific kind of inhuman purity (and I mean 'pure' in a very NEUTRAL sense) prevented him from understanding humans enough to do anything about it all. And then he went into exile in the mortal world to finally try to decode and dialogue with humanity through with an open mind instead of an untouchable omniscience.

Perhaps that's why he hates the Senobium. They seem to pursue knowledge and innovation for all kinds of reasons at ANY cost, treating living creatures as a lab simulation. Earlier he had good relations with them, back when he stuck to his original path. But now it's just a reminder of his biggest sin.

Possibly a stretch, but what if he had a hand in the Senobium's initial establishment + growth ?

REFS FROM RED SPRING STUDIO'S TWIITER -

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Spahr is genuinely a fucking INCREDIBLE character. He's charismatic and charming but self-controlled to an inch of his life. He's an empty suit of armor for the government to puppet around as they please. He's simultaneously and contradictorily in constant struggle to find any agency and power over the direction of his life and constantly abdicating responsibility to fight for what he thinks is right to maintain his passivity in events. His presence and what he means conceptually is so powerful that it's caused three people to set off a catastrophic chain of events in reaction to his mere arrival. As of writing, he has yet to take a successful active narrative action. He's incredibly beautiful but doesn't seem to notice because he is very critical of his appearance as part of his obsessive perfectionism. He's somehow at the same time incredibly convicted and incredibly weak-willed. He's incapable of guile and intrigue. He uses a marble bust of an ancestor as the equivalent of a key hook. He's estranged from his parents. His mentor and closest he has to family gaslights him and dresses like a Bond villain. Within his professional lineage, he has the best anger management ability by a long shot, and he still has some anger issues. He's a combination chief of police, four-star general, and head of an executive breach of government—while also being a radio play actor and basically a rock star. He's only thirty.

[dhnrys]

Ides of Gold - Messmer x Original Female Character

In a time where the Golden Lineage once reigned supreme, a powerful and enigmatic force known as the Greater Will takes notice of an unsuspecting Tarnished woman. With its remaining might, the Greater Will transports her through the fabric of time itself, back to an era when the Lands Between and the Realm of Shadow existed in harmonious balance. Her purpose? To prevent the catastrophic Shattering that would ultimately bring ruin to both realms and trap the Golden Lineage in an endless cycle of death and rebirth. However, upon her arrival in this long-forgotten age, the woman finds herself stripped of all memories from her past life, a blank slate amid the swirling tides of fate. What she does possess is the incredible power of Grace, an intangible force that draws the attention of both demigods and mere mortals alike. Some see her as a potential ally, while others view her as a threat to the established order. Regardless, her very existence sets in motion a chain of events that will reshape the foundations of this ancient world forever...

As she stood before the towering Erdtree, fully prepared to accept her role as Elden Lord with her arms and teeth bared in defiance against Ser Margott, The Fell Omen, an invisible force plucked her away from the constraints of known time. She thrashed and cursed, gnawing at the air as she fought against the being's unrelenting grasp, but it remained unphased by her futile struggles. Every muscle in her body strained against the invisible hold as she was forcefully pulled into a new realm beyond her understanding.

 And in that moment, she knew that her fate had been sealed by forces far greater than any mortal could comprehend.

The deafening crack shattered the stillness, sending waves of sorrow coursing through her. She was consumed by a blinding light, as if all her blood had turned to gold. Memories of her past and present were swept away, leaving behind a blank slate. The Tarnished woman hung in the palm of the Greater Will, caught between life and death, her eyes flickering with conflicting shades of gold and amethyst. Her body spasmed as it tried to make sense of its own destruction and rebirth.

“Thou art a struggler through and through, even in the grasp of divinity.” A chuckle escaped the creature’s throat as it observed the woman.

She had a spark in her soul—a bright flame that was fueled by various influences, and the Greater Will admired such determination in mortals. As the god spoke, a low rumble resonated from its palm with each word. Finally, the woman's eyes settled into a deep shade of violet with golden rings around the iris.

She used her own palms to support herself as she slowly pushed herself upwards, gathering in whatever surroundings she could see. “What is this place?”

“Paradise. Home. Prison,” Her body stiffened at the realization that she was not alone. “For which does thou’st choose, I wonder?”

As she lifted her gaze, the woman was met with a breathtaking sight. Countless golden trees stretched out into the distance, their leaves shimmering like fragments of sunlight. Above and below, stars twinkled in the endless expanse of the sky, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The woman couldn't help but gasp at the surreal beauty surrounding her; it felt as though she had been transported to the very edge of existence, where all possibilities merged into one. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she couldn't deny the awe that filled her being. Surely, the person who had brought her here would reveal their intentions soon enough, but for now she allowed herself to be swept away by the wonder of this mysterious place.

“Thou…wants something of me, I presume?” Her voice was smooth and velvety, like freshly woven silk or a dollop of warm honey being delicately stirred into a cup of steaming tea on a cold winter's day. Each word she spoke felt like a gentle caress, soothing and comforting.

“Ah,” A cruel laugh echoed through its core, and she could feel it deep within her being. It was at that moment when the true weight of the situation hit her, and a sense of overwhelming fear washed over her. She could only bow her head and clench her jaw tightly, feeling the faint taste of blood in her mouth from biting down so hard.

“Curious thou are—very well, then, I shall tell thee what yer purpose be.”

Silence enveloped them, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. She could sense the creature's gaze piercing into her, until it finally broke the stillness by speaking. “I am neither ally nor foe to thee in thou’st mundane conquests, I simply wish to see that ordered be restored upon the lands in which ye shall reside.”

“And what has one, such as I, done to be granted such an audience as grand as thee? Amongst that which observes with eyes scattered across infinite lifetimes?” She said back, swallowing the lump in her throat, bracing whatever may come next.

Another rumble, almost like a laugh, echoed throughout her entire being. “Thou’st provide adequate entertainment. Perhaps I should keep ye here as companion to me, this seemeth better than what journey ye must take.”

“…But if I were to refuse thi—”

“Thy first mistake was to assume that this was a request or that thou haveth say in the matter, little Tarnished.”

She pursed her lips, deep in thought. It was clear that this situation was beyond her reach - it was outside of her capabilities to handle or escape from. “You seek to use me as thine own puppet, then?”

“No,” She couldn't tear her eyes away from the looming figure above her, even though every instinct urged her to do so. The creature's eyes bore into hers, a mesmerizing mix of fear and fascination. It was as if she was being pulled into a world of shimmering stars and endless possibilities, but at the same time, she felt a sense of danger lurking beneath the surface. She was torn between wanting to escape and wanting to stay entranced by this unknown being.

“Thou are to be what thou are, nothing more nor less.”

Her lips parted, but the creature continued to speak. “Ye will not remember this but know that I bestow upon thee my own blessings—thine own power to wield as thou’st see fit. Ye will not remember, but thou will learn as if it is all you ever knew.

She wanted to speak, to make sense of the swirling chaos around her. But as she opened her mouth, flashes of familiar and unfamiliar colors overwhelmed her senses. Memories of a place and time that had been torn apart and rearranged filled her mind, leaving behind an unrecognizable canvas. She was caught between wanting to remember and wanting to forget.

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[vaguely-concerned]

I’m on a Star Wars books roll so here we go with my — unhinged thanks for asking! — thoughts on Dooku: Jedi Lost, specifically the audio play. Short version: I fucking loved this one! For maximum emotional devastation, pair with Master and Apprentice and Padawan the way my stupid ass did and then be sad about it forever I guess that's what I’m going to have to do.

 Long (LONG oopsie) version:

- So. First of all, let’s get the most important thing out of the way on this here old man yaoi website. We all agree dooku and sifo dyas explored each other’s bodies right. Or at least definitely would have if not for the laws of this order etc., potentially. That’s not just me. Good. Thank you. We can now move on 

- Secondly. Well. Guess I’m just going to be inconsolable about Sifo-Dyas forever now. I miss the days in which he was just a throwaway line in AotC spawned by a random misspelling to me, rather than an eternal raw aching wound in my heart

- poor poor ventress just reading through all the proof that dooku absolutely does have it in him to be a good dad I mean master and just — idk got tired of that and went the force lightning route with her. I love the move of having her dead master hang out with her all that time as well (having her slip up and refer to ‘us’ did something to me, god this is so sad. Is he actually there in spirit or is it just her grief dreaming him up because dooku is awful and cold as a cliff  wall and she needs some kind of attachment figure even if she’ll have to reinvent him herself, rebuild him word for word, gesture by gesture. Pain. sorry about your terrible track record with father figures asajj) 

- Lene: (About Averross): He hasn’t changed. 

Dooku: (In the warmest fondest voice you ever heard) And I hope he never does

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MYSELF? MUST I SET MYSELF ON FIRE TO ESCAPE THE PAIN???

Another strong showing for Rael in general, btw. He’s so warm and charming as a presence even though he’s also a little chaos gremlin. (He’s quite similar to how Sifo-Dyas was when he was young in some ways, I can definitely start to see what Dooku responds warmly to in terms of character traits.) 

- the fact that good ol’ sheev showed an interest in rael, dooku and anakin… interesting huh! He’s just got a soft spot for the disaster lineage I suppose, maybe there’s an element there of luring yoda’s most direct lineage into the dirt with him without yoda even noticing for the longest time. Also cackling at the idea that he looked at qui-gon ‘too fucking stubborn and insufferable to fall to the dark side out of sheer spite’ jinn and went ‘...not that one tho’ fhdskjfa. And obi-wan is more like ‘that one blorbo all my little guys seem wild about but I just don’t get it guys’ 

IF rael’s refusal to join dooku at the end of ‘master and apprentice’ is the last word (which I am not convinced of ;___; be safe cowboy jedi we never see in mainline canon so far), then he’s the only one who has dodged palpatine’s attentions. Wonderful if true love that for him

ALSO rael is one of the few people we know to be on (or at least to consider himself on despite what palps might think lol) first name basis with palpatine. Hilarious. I concur with dooku never change rael 

- Sifo-Dyas: That’s insane. 

Dooku, deadpan: Yes.

Sifo-Dyas: The worst plan I’ve ever heard.

Dooku, somehow even more deadpan: Most probably. 

Sifo-Dyas: I’m in. 

Crying… weeping and dying………… what if someone could have helped sifo with his unfortunate prophecy propensity and they hadn’t drifted apart. Clone Wars averted methinks if dooku still ended up leaving the order he would have been too busy having tender gay sex with the love of his life (and only person who can call him out on his shit and have him actually listen) to be a war criminal (I am being extremely facetious of course this is very much a ‘time traveler killing baby hitler’ situation where the underlying forces causing this point in history are way too powerful to avert the catastrophe in one move. but at least palps would probably have had to pick someone else to wreck the galaxy through and sifo-dyas would be kissed & held instead of going slowly mad. A net plus some (I, me) would say) 

- I just wanted to applaud both the writing and the voice acting for the characterization of Dooku in this, from his young self trying so hard to be haughty and self-possessed but also being like, y’know, twelve and a dweeb and easy for Sifo-Dyas to pull into trouble, to the dry wit and warmth he shows with Rael and Qui-Gon or his sister later. It took me a little while to get into the voice acting specifically (the actor makes no attempt at going the full Christopher Lee, which in hindsight was probably wise), but now I love it. It gets a bit goofy in places but you know what, I am a long time lover of audio plays, that’s part of the charm 

- “Master, have I done something wrong?”

My heart is clenching… do you think… that master yoda’s deal with leaving his student to try fucking everything to have some kind of relationship with him until he just breaks down in tears of despair… is the kind of thing that maybe started a little bit of a generational trauma cartwheel through the ages. The point that bb!dooku is arrogant isn’t without merit and he strikes out incredibly ungracefully about it (in fact I would be a lot more worried than yoda seems to be that he decides to try to kill a tree about it, ‘I felt like destroying something beautiful’-style)  but I just don’t think a… fourteen year old? A teen anyway, Is going to learn what you think he learns from this. I simply don’t believe that silent treatmenting kids will teach them emotional intelligence I guess especially if they already struggle with that naturally lol 

(It is exactly the same mistake (in my opinion) that Qui-Gon makes with Obi-Wan, too, just leaving the kid completely alone and forcing them to come to you every which way for comfort or guidance instead of meeting them or reaching out to them. Especially once you see that really Dooku’s prime emotion/big core wound right from the beginning is loneliness. And that doesn’t only come from a feeling of superiority (which to be sure is also a big factor), because he has no idea where he comes from until he meets his sister. I don’t think the jedi as a whole were unsalvageable by any stretch of the imagination, but Yoda specifically… you are on such very thin ice with me at this point you little green fuck. You’re very funny and moving in yoda dark rendezvous and that’s all that’s keeping you in my somewhat good graces.)

- Okay, coming back a bit later I think I’ve found the right words to say this. more precisely dooku has two big issues which you can later see haunting all the way down his lineage — loneliness and control. (and not incidentally the intersecting elements of the two haha.) We see from his relationship to sifo-dyas that he’s not incapable of having close mutual relationships with an equal, but that kind of crashed and burned for reasons neither of them could really help and after that it seems quite telling that he has the easiest time with deeper connection in a teacher-student sort of form. I think his affection is unconditional and real, but you can’t get away from the fact that he also has the most control in that relationship structure by default, he gets to dictate what form it takes to a big extent. He doesn’t trust other people — the underlying idea ‘Only I can do this’ that eventually leads him down the Separatist path is there the whole way. It speaks both to a sense of superiority and an utter lack of faith that other people can or will help him. And then that echoes down through the master-padawan line: 

Qui-Gon with his self-righteousness and utter refusal to compromise leaving him isolated among the jedi (only he is right. Yeah the Force told him so. Don’t worry I’ve got a permit *insert parks and rec I can do whatever I want meme here*), Obi-Wan with his anxiety and perfectionism and incredible sense of shame and responsibility that he should be able to carry the whole world on his shoulders alone and beating himself up for failing, all feeding into not knowing what to do with Anakin and his complete lack of control of himself and his desperation to gain and maintain connection and love (which earns him the title of ‘Dooku’s least favorite family member’ fhdsa his immediate disdain for him is so funny and so in character. Repress and go slowly mad like a normal person anakin the way you’re carrying on is just undignified and that is much worse than being evil)… 

- Rael gently telling Dooku to take on another padawan soon… so sweet, so sad, local cowboy jedi looking out for his dad. Also highlights something about Dooku I think is true: that he does much better and seems to have an easier time holding to the light when he’s responsible for someone else. Again, I do feel like Dooku’s core problem is loneliness, but it seems like raising kids is the one point where that relaxes somewhat. Maybe if Sifo-Dyas had stayed in a better mental place and they kept in touch it could have been different.

- Lene Kostana is SUCH a character! Charismatic and deeply fucked up, when it’s revealed how her and Sifo-Dyas’ relationship remains long after his padawan stage is done I felt a little bit sick, to my surprise. Because that could just be kindness on her part, of course, it’s good that he has someone he trusts to look after him when he can’t himself, but also there’s something… queasy about the way it keeps him continually young, in a way. (Notably he still calls her ‘master’ even as an adult, when they’re working together. Not uncommon in Star Wars, of course, but together with everything else going on vibes-wise… hm.) The inherent unreliable narration of this story really worked for me in this regard especially — do we know that young Dooku was entirely wrong when he sensed the dark side in her? She certainly is willing to go to lengths that are… worrying! in her fascination with sith shit, she tempted children into a dangerous place they didn’t understand and couldn’t know the consequences of and she continually puts sifo-dyas in situations that are implied to be a risk to worsening his condition. Run of the mill incredibly irresponsible at best, sincerely sinister at worst. Did she choose Sifo over Dooku because he’s more vulnerable and shapeable? There is an undercurrent of something icky and emotionally incest-y going on with how she relates to Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in general (right down to the ‘NO, no one can know about this’ intensity after the… evil moss cave. I can’t believe I’m this emotional about a book with an evil moss cave). I don’t think she’s a proper sith in any way and I also believe there is real affection there on all sides, but idk something about the whole thing makes me deeply uneasy. Yoda where the fuck are you your son is out there with his irresponsible mom again they’re looking for dirty needles in haystacks and they’re not even wearing any gloves

- dooku telling sifo-dyas he can come back to haunt him if he likes as a joke… well well well I’m sure that doesn’t ring with some dramatic irony at some point down the line lmao

- honestly looking back at master and apprentice after reading jedi lost makes qui-gon's apparent lack of reaction to dooku leaving seem — let's call it highly suspect haha. rael asks him if he's spoken to dooku after and qui-gon is like 'no. why would I. it's literally fine. anyway this topic is done now'. (and rael seems to just go ‘*older brotherly knowing* uh-huh’) meanwhile he's thinking about dooku *all the time* trying to figure out his role as master to obi-wan, thinking about being a padawan himself, the parts of his life he shared with both dooku and rael. The jedi doth protest too much methinks  

ALSO how much of qui-gon thinking the council was too lenient with rael after he had to kill his padawan is about that actual situation, and how much is a ‘our family still likes my older brother more than me even though he Fucked Up so bad and breaks just as many rules as I do’ sort of deal mixed with his own neuroses about how he’s failing obi-wan (to which rael’s situation symbolizes the worst possible outcome, i.e. the kid dies and it’s basically your fault). Many thoughts. 

- moment of silence for jenza of house serenno. Girl your only sin was being surrounded by asshole male family members and I’m so sorry I think you did all you could with what you had to work with here.

Not… entirely sure how dooku’s claim to the title supersedes hers — is he a year older than her? (she’s eleven when they first meet, he might be twelve or older at that point I don’t remember haha) Does she just give up her place in the inheritance order? Are primogeniture and male heir preference factors in Serenno inheritance law? Not the most important thing honestly it works anyway thematically but could have been clarified quickly!

- interesting to see that the council’s restrictive policy against engaging with prophecies had a surprisingly big impact on how things went down. Kostana has a lot of responsibility in Sifo’s fate for insisting he keep it secret, but there is genuine fear for what might become of him if the rest of the order finds out he’s got 24/7 futurevision hovering over him threateningly… listen it’s not like the poor guy can help getting the future constantly pumped into his brain at nightmare resolutions, I think maybe if there had been more willingness to at least engage curiously with the concept of prophecy and how it works, even if you don’t put your faith in the particulars of what the prophecies say, this wouldn’t have had to be such a shitty isolated secretive life for him. hearing him slowly fall apart over the years considering how bright and lovely he started out... oof is all I can say 

- when dooku was a good jedi he was such a good jedi!!! The scene where they’re saving the kids from the collapsing hospital, every time he teaches his students anything…the impulse of someone has to do something about this! that made him so good at saving lives turning dark with the tarnish of frustration and rage over the years… nooooooooo problematic grandpa why did it have to be like this :(

- …do you think infant jedi can sense what’s going on around them in the Force. Because it makes a very sad kind of sense if dooku on some level remembers bodily or in the Force that he was not only abandoned but rejected in disgust as one of the first things he discovered in the world. Oh boy. With all the ways attachment relationships can go wonky in the first few years in real life I don’t even want to consider how much more wrong it can go when the baby is fucking psychic lol

- vaguely related: the way dooku seems to find the very idea of being truly reliant on anyone, emotionally or otherwise, personally offensive, terrifying and humiliating lol. Yoda saves him from being crushed by rubble and he is outraged because that means he can’t save himself (and his newfound sister) without anyone’s help like he thought for one glorious moment he could. The fantasy of perfect emotional self-sufficiency, doing away with all the messiness and risk of interpersonal relationships and cutting off the possibility of really being abandoned again. It’ll get ya every time. This is also a thing you see reflected in his lineage — they’re all quite inward-turning that way until you get to anakin, to different extents and with varying presentations but it is there I think. Qui-Gon turns to the Force, Obi-Wan to perfectionism and shame and rumination, Rael to the bottle and depression and hedonistic apathy, but they all struggle hugely with letting anyone in to help them. Dooku’s line are all much more comfortable being the helpers rather than the helpees, as it were.  

- “Thank you for everything, Lene. Tell Rael and Qui-Gon — tell them… tell them the Force will be with them, always”

Emotional terrorism against me specifically and personally. You asshole you just excused yourself from the non-attachment rules there’s literally nothing in the world except you to stop you from reaching out and telling your children you love them yOURSELF why are you like this

- the recurring theme of dooku seeing something beautiful (the tree in the temple, the tirra’taka as a child and an adult) and ending up lashing out to destroy it… but the tree was old and mighty and he was young and new and couldn’t truly harm it, so he was saved from his own impulsivity. And then when he sees the tirra’taka as an adult he loves it immediately. And in the end he still mangles and destroys it. He didn’t mean to, but he did. He woke it up and hurt it just by existing as a child and then he had to kill it as a mercy because he was too powerful at that point for anything to buffer his mistakes. The parallel with the bird he loved that he also couldn’t protect. He starts out with an aching loneliness somewhere at the core of him through no real fault of his own but by the end it is entirely his own fault that it’s worse, because he starts wrecking everything he loves in an almost absent-minded but definitely intentional way, like it’s a nightmare he’s listening to through the door as it happens in the next room over. He really IS the ‘I just felt like destroying something beautiful’ central of the jedi.

at the end qui-gon is dead and through dooku’s own influence, however indirectly. Rael has had to turn away from him. Sifo-Dyas is dead on Dooku’s own orders and so is his sister, he might as well have done it with his own hands. (though I think it’s very interesting that in each case he didn’t do it with his own hands, he consistently uses a middleman.) He lives within the coldness of his sterile empty castle and horrifically mistreats the one person he might have found something like connection with the way he did with his students before (Ventress), deliberately trapping her in a similar state of utter desolate isolation and telling her, essentially, ‘We’re like this as people and nothing can be done to change it. We can’t escape, we’re already doomed, stop trying, it’s too late. You are just like me (and if you aren't already I'll make you like me)’. And that’s the closest thing he gets to love anymore. When he accused Ky of using her ‘as a salve for his own loneliness’ and you’re like well well well mr projection man how’s that working out for you. He is completely, shatteringly alone and he is so entirely as a consequence of his own actions and he's too far gone to understand or care. I’m howling you useless fucking FOOL dooku  

- dooku 🤝 john gaius

“Hm. I have observed that there are in fact many flaws in our society and the government is deeply corrupt. So if I kill a few billion people here and there in order to fix it, is that not basically okay when you really think about it” 

Dooku making salient points about the political and ethical failures of the Republic and then, just when you think he’s onto something, he goes and makes The wildest fucking decisions about what to do about it. Sure. dark magic and genocide are probably the only ways out of this you’re so right bro. If we make enough minuses to add together surely we’ll end up in plus sooner or later

- *head in my hands once more* I can’t believe I am genuinely emotionally invested in someone called Count Dooku with the looks of a knockoff dracula and ultimate moral character to match right now this is terrible. hey. hey dooks. what you have to go and fuck everything up so bad for huh I’m so incredibly sad now

there is something to be said about how getting to see glimpses of what dooku looked like in the light makes it so much more heartwrenching that he never came back. he could have, a thousand times. and every time he chose not to.

[tadpole-apocalypse]

I talked about posting my Morgan lore dumps like a million years ago it feels, here is one of them finally in a coherent post now that all the emergencies in my life have calmed down. I have more that I’m cleaning up to be more readable.

Under a cut for talks of sad, sexually repressed cultists being abused.

Banner by @mercymaker ilu 😘

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Morgan’s sexuality and ability to express it is very important to her. The cult she grew up in and was a part of until she was 16, was extremely repressed and any talk or expression of sexuality was both forbidden and punished severely.

Sex and procreation was entirely within the control and whims of their immortal cult leader who was breeding his own little human settlement, with meticulous attention to their genetics and lineage. As far as Morgan is aware, she was born in this environment. (She wasn’t, but that’s another plot thread I’m working on). Their cult leader was mostly detached from his followers day to day lives, only involving himself for medical procedures and certain rituals. He actually finds humans to be disgusting and dirty creatures and requires they shave off all their body hair and bathe frequently to be in his presence which becomes part of their religious doctrine over time. He mostly doesn’t care about the religion that they’ve created around him, he sees them as livestock and keeps the population carefully controlled so as not to attract any unwanted attention from either authorities or gods wondering why these souls aren’t available to them.

Feeling inherently dirty and inferior was a normal part of her childhood. As far as she knew, there were no men in the cult and she only grew up around other women. Morgan and her sisters were never allowed to leave, because her leader was too paranoid about his flock getting impregnated by random men and ruining the lineage he was working on. They were told stories of the wicked men that lived in the apocalyptic wastes outside their walls that would steal them away to ravish them. They were “taught” many ridiculous things of the outside world that had been told over many generations that she had to unlearn when she finally was free of this environment.

Any of the women who gave birth became part of an elevated class in their society, as motherhood was pretty much the only objective they had; birthing more subjects for the Father’s experiments. All their lives revolved around attempting to please this detached Eladrin who controlled them entirely and barely treated them as sentient creatures. Female babies were raised communally, male babies were handed over to the Father for unknown purposes.

Self pleasure was dirty and forbidden, they had some of the girls policing the others to report back to the head mothers, checking hands under blankets and generally anyone found masturbating was punished by whipping, and frequent repeat offenses involved a chastity belt.

Morgan has had strong sexual urges as long as she can remember and it’s always something she was getting in trouble for. Getting caught fooling around with the other girls or on her own earned her many beatings. and she has scars on her back and shoulders from these punishments.

Her wild magic began to emerge as she reached adolescence. It became disruptive enough that Their Father took and interest in her and then shunt her magic off entirely with a powerful magic item (sussur powered). She had no access to her magic for 2 years, until the item came off with catastrophic results.

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

How would Papa III/Papa lV react to a s/o other who came back from the dead? Maybe s/o was hiding they were immortal, got caught up in an accident, then got back up like nothing happened.

NGL I took some… artistic liberties with the reader’s ‘condition’. I hope that’s ok! It’s been a real Infesstissumam type of week for me! This is based on lore I’ve built up behind the scenes for my own personal works, and is in no way canon. But I hope you enjoy my ideas! :)

GN Reader* (Note for after prompt, see bottom)

Supernatural Being/Immortal Reader

Relationship Tension

Papa III and IV Reacting to their S/O Magically Coming Back to Life… Literally

Papa III:

-No one can remember a time Papa was this devastated. Not when he was forced to retire, not when he lost everything… This is one of the few times he was forcibly pushed to go into private mourning. Even Omega had to be called back from duty to console the third Emeritus. Papa felt his world collapsing in. A demon blooded does not give their heart so easily, so it’s catastrophic when it shatters.

- Omega is the only reason anyone believes you when you ‘come back from the dead.’ You had just been the victim of a fatal highway accident merely days before. EVERYONE in the Ministry knew about it- And word travels fast! If it wasn’t for him everyone would assume you were some imposter or evil entity trying to take advantage of the situation.

-Even though the accident wasn’t your fault, you already felt guilty. This was going to be a very awkward explanation to Papa. You’ve been hiding your true nature for so many years you didn’t even bother to tell him. How was he going to react?

-Omega was the one to lead you to Papa but stopped you in the hallway. Barring you from entering the room where you could feel the angst of your beloved. The large ghoul loomed over you, eyes cold and lacking any empathy for you. It was the first and only time you felt scared of him.

“He deserves to know. Tell him or I will… Ghuleh.”

All you could do was tremble and nod.

-Papa looked AWFUL when you finally saw him. No paint, bags under his eyes, his hair and clothes a mess. He had been rotting away on his bed before you finally walked in, practically a shell of his former self. At first he didn’t respond to you calling for him, brushing you off as another person attempting to comfort him. But when he recognized your voice the man bolted up in bed. Papa stared at you with wide eyes before he scrambled to get you into his arms.

-You were showered in desperate kisses, a crushing hug, and his near sobbing; praising Lucifer for bringing you back to him. Luckily, that lasted for a good hour as he got it out of his system. The entire time you couldn’t help but glance at Omega, who watched you both from the door way with unblinking eyes.

-When you both calmed down from your emotional reunion you were forced to swallow your pride and tell Papa what had happened. That you truly had ‘died’ in the physical sense. But you tried to reassure him it was ok! That happens sometimes, and you were fine! Papa didn’t seem to understand at first before asking if you were not human or if you had been in magic practices this whole time. Well, he wasn’t wrong!

-It was nerve wracking having him go from super emotional to watching you impassively as you stumbled over your words. Yes, you knew magic that he couldn’t sense… and technically you USED to be human. Before you know, you took an Oath and became a Ghuleh. No, not THE Ghuleh of course but- you were a long lived and skilled disciple of her power. It’s the whole reason you were granted sanctuary in the Ministry in the first place. You technically couldn’t die in the physical sense. You never bothered telling him because it’s been so long since your practiced and you were afraid he might not like you if he knew. You faced so much rejection from your magic lineage, you didn’t want to lose him too. You were just too cocky that something like this wouldn’t happen.

-Papa sat in silence for what felt like ages, staring at you once you finished. A part of you was starting to break down figuring your relationship was over. But he finally moved to take your hand and give a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Don’t you ever lie and hide from me again.”

-you cried and you both hugged.

Papa IV/Copia:

-The news of your supposed passing tore Copia apart when he was first informed. He is a strong man, but you have always been his weakness. Copia can’t cope with the idea that the love of his life has been stolen from him too soon. When Copia was informed he became a sobbing mess, nearly passed out, and was utterly inconsolable. They had to give him tome off (and a LOT of Xanax) to keep him stable. It was a second disaster all in itself!

-You hadn’t meant to worry everyone. Hell, how were you EVER supposed to predict the most random renovation accident in Ministry history! All you did was walk by one of the new walls they were putting in and… at the very least, no one else had been hurt. But it was a terribly embarrassing time for you when you sat up and walked out of the Clergy mortuary. At least Miasma got a kick out of it.

-Sister Imperator was the first person to greet you when you ‘came back.’ And she was not happy. Imperator had been the person to guard your secrets and give you a place in the Ministry. Even let you near her prodigal son. But the deal had been you disclose everything about yourself to Copia. To Tell him what you were so they could AVOID his emotional meltdowns. A small side of you had been hurt that she cared more about Copia’s feelings than your own predicament, but you pushed it aside.

-“off you go. Go make it right.” You hated how she treated you like a child and not like a fellow disciple. But she was right- you did break your promise. And now you’ve accidentally broken Copia’s heart, even if it wasn’t your fault!

-The band ghouls had been happy to see you, but Copia nearly shrieked at your presence. The Papa convinced you were some sort of trick of his mind. It took you and all the ghouls an hour to calm him down (and even more Xanax.)

-When the new Papa came back to himself he clung to you, sobbing. You could barely make out him praising Lucifer and begging you not to leave him again. You let him, he deserved to get it out. You even found yourself tearing up and apologizing. The two of you rocked each other until all the tears dried up.

-You asked to be alone when you finally got the courage to explain what happened to him. You finally explained that you were a Ghuleh, a disciple of the zombie queen and her undying magic. Copia listened but he was stuck in a look of shock the entire time. You assured him that you never wanted him to find out this way. You were hoping he’d never find out.

-The worst thing ended up happening, aside from a break up. Copia didn’t want to leave you and he wasn’t planning to. But he was horribly upset at you for keeping this from him. Copia understands as much as he can. That’s not an easy lineage to hail from in this day and age. But you couldn’t tell him AT ALL?? How could you both be so close and so in love yet you kept this from him? It took you LITERALLY DYING to finally come clean! He felt so stupid at first. That he had a break down over this and not being strong enough to tell you were this deep in forbidden magic.

-As much as you both hate it, it did take a small hit on your relationship. A son of Lucifer and Child of Ghuleh has its own magical complications. But you don’t split. Copia would never let you go over this. He just needed a little time to get over feeling embarrassed and upset. This whole ordeal has made you both closer if anything!

-Imperator is oddly pleased about this…

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*Notes:

Ghuleh is both the name of the Zombie Queen AND her highest ranking disciples.

Anyone who is a Ghuleh is someone who achieved partial or full ‘immortality’ through the magics practiced by the Zombie Queen.

Ghuleh in this regard is a gender neutral title, and one of VERY high honor.

In my work Ghuleh is NOT to be confused with ‘Ghoulette’ or any feminine nick names for Ghouls. They are separate categories.