the real reason jiang cheng won the sunshot campaign is because he's the only one who tied his hair up and out of the way. everyone else is getting mouthfuls of other people's hair and spending every night detangling their hair and dying because their hair obscured their vision at the worst moment. or someone pulled them off their swords. unlike jiang cheng
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Slowly coaxing my irl friends into G/t, like a witch luring them into a bog. They sink ever deeper, never to escape and donât realize until itâs too late. Weâre all trapped now.
tw: mentions of blood and death and also brief mention assault (by a npc)
Omg I was watching shrek with my dad and we got to that scene where shrek was rescuing fiona from the castle and I was struck with the idea of princess reader being locked in a castle guarded by dragon malleus. Like I donât even know how it would happen, maybe you're locked away for your safety and dragon malleus is chained up to guard your tower. Maybe malleus is cursed and heâs stuck in the dragon form until, dare I say, true love kiss breaks his spell.
At first he only protects the tower because of all the gargoyles that surround the peaks of the towers. Heâs never seen gargoyles that look like that before. Such pretty sights should be protected from outsiders. And the castle is in such a good location too, with a perfect amount of sun and rain, warmth and cold, nothing like the cold and bleak weather and landscape of briar valley. Itâs perfect.
Of course it would be, if it wasnât for the chain that burns him every time he tugs too tight and clanks with every move he makes. Oh and you're there too. The young princess for the neighboring kingdom that quivers at the sight of him. Small and meek. He only snorts in amusement everytime he catches sight of you peering at him from behind a wall. You're lucky he still has much to grow. Surely, if you saw him at his full maturity, you would have died on the spot.
But alas, youâre here. Quiet and shy. Keeping to yourself. He can often hear the soft pitter patter of your feet roaming the vast, empty halls of the castle during the day. The soft sighs that leave your mouth as you eat your meals by yourself. And the muffled sobs from your chambers upon the tall tower. You're nothing but a miserable human in his eyes. But deep down, he knows the both of you are the same.
Regardless, things stay silent for the next couple of years. The both of you are older, the chain around his neck grows tighter and the loneliness of this castle weighs heavier on your shoulders. Though the both of you stay to your sides of the castle, rarely interacting. Occasionally, the castle will get a visitor. A knight coming to rescue the princess, dressed in some over the top, gaudy, amour that's really more for show then for anything else. Theyâre always loud and rude, coming in dirty and swinging around their weapon of choice across the well-kept walls of the castle. Oftentimes damaging something in their whirl of self-righteousness.
And Malleus would be fine with them coming and taking you away. Afterall, if heâs cursed to solitude then he would very much enjoy being in complete solitude then to feel the curious gaze of his unwelcome roommate every few days. But for some odd reason, these wannabe savior knights come swinging and yelling at him. He couldnât believe it at first, this human coming full force at him? Heâs done nothing to warrant such actions.
It wasnât until the fifth unwanted pest came did Lilia show up out of the blue and relay the rumors that had spread across the land. A terrifying monster has taken the princess from her kingdom and refuses to let her go. Malleus listens with interest, growing increasingly frustrated at the tale that the princessâs own father seems to let grow. Foolish humans believing anything that is fed to them. His distaste for you grows.
Time goes on with more and more unruly brutes coming into his territory and attacking him. And itâs not like he hasnât tried to let them just go get you after a few minutes of trying to satiate their desire for battle. (despite the blow to his pride that heâll face) But no, they seem fully intent on killing him. The pile of amour and bones grows as the years drag by.
The sobs that seem to echo throughout the now burnt and scarred walls ceased a long time ago. Instead sits a chilling silence. Before he could at least hear the soft hums of your voice, but now he couldnât even hear your footsteps. The weather and environment seem to reflect this shift. The sun hidden away by the thick, grey clouds and cold winds replace any warmth. Once a magnificent, mighty castle now a ruin. The feeling settles deep in his bones.
Then one day, years after the first arrival came a knight dressed in iron. A knight that stood mightier than the rest. Head held higher than one of royalty. He seemed noble, but Malleus could smell the greed, feel the wrath in gaze. He fought like a warrior, one with years of experience on the battlefield. For once Malleus felt something other than annoyance. Was this fear?
Usually, battles were quick and to the point. And yet, Malleus found himself leaving the confines of his area. His body moves him farther and farther into your space. Well kept and unharmed from the countless battles that have been fought throughout the years.
And yet, this knight left him no choice but to retreat further in. This knight was not like the others. There were countless times that this knight should have fallen, but everytime the knight rose and drew his blade. Magic, Malleus growled, he should have seen it earlier. The pungent smell of dark magic now assaulted his nose.
Despite his efforts, Malleus fell after a sword pierced his thick, indestructible scales. A searing pain raced through his body. It felt like the sword was burning him from the inside in. His head fell limply on the garden of flowers you had been taking care of for years at this point. The sweet scent of the flowers wafted up his nose, he couldn't help but wonder if you smelt this sweet as well.
Through his deep breaths, he could hear the knight run up the steps of your tower. Ready to claim his prize. Malleus waited to hear your voice, excited and full of warmth towards your savior, waited to hear your laughter as the knight swept you off your feet. But that never came.
Instead, came a shout. Things crashed and broke inside your tower. Something ripped and your shouts became whimpers. Soft and desperate pleas reached his ears instead. And for once, your sobs werenât of sadness but fear.
A surge of energy exploded across him like never before. Rising from the rubble, Malleus roared. Lightening clashing in the distance. With one swift swipe of his claws, the wall of your tower came tumbling down. Leaving him to gaze down at a sight enraged him to his core.
The Knight drew his sword, shouts of disbelief leaving his pathetic mouth. But Malleusâ couldnât be bothered, his gaze soon rested on you, who cowered and shielded your form with the ripped cloth of your dress. Without thinking Malleus lowered his head towards you and gently brushed against your side with his nose. Your shivering stopped.
Pulling away, Malleus did quick work in getting rid of the monster that found its way into his home. Dragging the knight away from your tower with a singular claw, Malleus showed him no mercy. The knight's cries only fueled Malleusâ delight. Blood spilled across his scales, staining your garden of flowers and finally the knight's cries turned whimpers ceased.
The thunderstorm that had raged followed in a similar manner. A breeze blew across Malleusâs scale and suddenly it became a lot harder to ignore the burning of his neck. Exhausted, Malleus fell back with a huff. Licking the wound that only burned him in turn. Until he could get that wretched sword out, he wouldnât heal. But the pain was turning out to be too much for him to bear.
Then he heard the familiar pitter patter of your feet. Peering up, Malleus watches you approach. The cloak you wore was too large on your frame, practically swallowing you whole. You looked up at him with wide eyes, brimmed with red. He expected fear, but your eyes sparkled with gratitude.
Hesitantly, you reach out your hand and stop inches away from his nose. Malleus looked down at the princess that once avoided him like a plague and something soft and warm bloomed across his chest. Your eyes were closed, not in fear but trust, and despite his better judgement, he leaned his great and mighty head against the soft expanse of your hand. And that warm feeling exploded across his body, as if a thousand suns bloomed in his lonely heart.
âThank you.â
And just like that, Malleus decided that maybe this wasnât a curse afterall.
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terrified because i just realizedâŚâŚâŚâŚ. why isnât lila telling the world that gabriel was monarch. she knows what happened down there and sheâs not saying anything YâALL IâM SO SCARED WHY ISNâT SHE SAYING ANYTHING
getting into mass effect and discovering The Manâ˘ď¸ to ever exist Sere Thane Krios has been so detrimental to my health and wellbeing while simultaneously fueling my will to live. how can anyone play these games and not be insane about him. he was raised to be a weapon since he was six years old. lived as an assassin all of his life believing that was his only purpose until he met his wife. he wanted his son to have a better life than he did so he spent all his time working to protect and make a better future for his family. his job ruined his relationship with his son and resulted in his wife being killed. he spent the next ten years living on autopilot, distancing himself even further from his son once he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, not wanting to cause his son any more distress. he eventually meets shepard and joins the normandy, and is finally broken out of the zombie-like state he'd been in for the past Decade. he's able to reunite with his son and is given a second chance to be the father he always wanted to be. he's even given a second chance at love, letting someone take care of him and slowly take down every wall he built up around himself since he was a child. he actually fears dying, now that he's finally found something worth living for. after accepting his declining physical state and finally succumbing to his illness, he's able to die surrounded by those he loved most, with the knowledge that he was loved in return, that he was more than just a weapon. he's able to have a proper funeral unlike his wife, to have his memory honoured and celebrated, to have people actually mourn him. he's able to have more than he could ever dreamed of and more than he thinks he ever deserved. he was able to live, and not just survive. thane krios lived, and he was loved.
edit: i've since finished mass effect 2 and the citadel dlc. yes i cried my eyes out. also, did the priority citadel 2 mission IMMEDIATELY after curing the genophage, not knowing the citadel mission would involve You Know What happening to thane :) so i had a great night. bioware, count your days.
Morpheus takes in the room with nervous apprehension, his gaze moving across the white walls where his works hang, to be observed by others, to be perused, to be purchased.
This marks his first venture into the public eye since his recovery, the first time he has permitted strangers to witness what spills from the deepest corners of his mind, each canvas the result of feverish, sleepless hours, when each brushstroke unravels what lies beneath consciousness, pieces of himself he cannot quite grasp.
Now, surrounded by a crowd of people here to dissect his works, to impose onto them their own meanings, Morpheus finds himself raw, exposed, stripped bare to the bone.
He wanders the hall, observing how viewers pause before his painting, and he is so deep in thought that he does not register the person in his path. Not until the sudden collision of another body with his own amidst the gathered crowd.Â
âOh, bloody hell, I'm so sorry,â says a voiceâ warm, familiar, unknownâin front of him. âHere, let meââ
There is fumbling as the man before him gathers his bearings and reaches out to help, his movements hurried and apologetic. But then he lifts his head, and the words seem to die upon his lips.
He freezes completely.
The stranger stares at Morpheus with the bearing of one who has seen a ghost. His face drains of all colour, his hand still outstretched, and his mouth opens as though to speak before closing again without sound.
âIââ the man begins, then stops. His eyes search Morpheus' features with desperate intensity. âYou're... God, you're reallyââ
âAre you quite well?â Morpheus inquires, for the stranger appears as though he might collapse. There is something in the man's countenance that stirs something within him, some fragment of him that refuses to surface. âYou seem distressed.â
âDistressed,â the man repeats, and releases a sound that is supposed to be laughter, but rings more like a sob. âYeah, you could say that.â His voice breaks slightly on the words. âDream?â