Mean Prince

yandere! prince who got cursed and became a statue for like hundreds of years. only the kiss of his soulmate will break the curse that got cast on him by a silly wizard.

enter, you.

innocent and silly you, walking through the forest (maybe trying to look for your next monster hookup) before bumping into this... this beautiful marble statue of some prince??? what? who even is he?? why is he here???

is this... your main character moment? where you kiss him and the two of you fall in love and- haha! that won't happen! you're just being delusional!

of course, being the silly specimen you are, you still kiss his lips without thinking much of it. i mean, you fucked some monsters before. what's a marble statue gonna do? he's hot, might as well right?

WRONG.

you shouldn't have done that because the second you kissed him this bright light came bursting from his chest and now you were being kissed back by this random oldie who's now supposedly human again.

"ah...ah... are you my soulmate? god you're beautiful-"

"dude i just wanted to fuck some monsters."

unfortunately, no more monster fucking for you :( because this geriatric prince is jealous as FUCK and will absolutely go batshit bonkers if you as much as suggest looking at someone else.

"lol, that drider looks kinda hot-"

"ahaha what drider? *cleaning blood from his sword*"

he's made himself a part of your life, without your consent by the way, and it's going to stay that way. no, he doesn't care if he's from centuries ago, you're his and he's yours. that much is certain to him.

so now you have a god of a prince hovering by your side 24/7. plus side is you get to see him act like a grandpa with all the new technology and lingo!

"my dear, what is... sk... skebeede? skibidi? how do i exit this app? ah, i want to take a picture, how do i- *breaks phone screen*"

he's trying his best :( just love him dearly, won't you?

Hello! I found your writings about yan!Dottore & I am a brand new fan!! You are such an awesome writer 😁

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

Yandere Genshin Men With a Pregnant Runaway Darling

Yandere Ayato, Dottore, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley x female reader (separate)

Thank you!<3 I only wrote for five of them, but I’m thinking of writing for more of them in some other parts:)

Masterlist

Warnings: imprisonment, manipulation

Word count: 2819

Ayato

You ran and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. You needed to get to safety. Both for yourself and for your unborn child. Your bare feet were drumming over the wooden floors.

The Kamisato estate was like maze. The long hallways seemed never ending.

When you finally reached the door that led out to one of the gardens, you were filled with relief. You slid the door open and was welcomed by the heavenly sea breeze. Your joy, was however short lived.

Standing in the garden admiring the purple sunset was Ayato. He turned around and smiled gently. He motioned for you to join him and before you knew it, your feet had brought you by his side.

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his eyes turned upward towards the endless sky.

You followed his gaze. The sky was in fact extremely beautiful. The purple colour the same shade as Ayato’s eyes.

The man besides you was cunning and as cruel as a snake, but he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. His dark lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted to you. He remained silent for a while, just taking in the sight of you. He often did just that and it made you nervous, since you could never be completely sure as to what exactly ran through his brilliant mind.

“I’m glad you fell for my little trap. If you hadn’t, I would have to enjoy this sunset all alone. Sunsets are best enjoyed by the side of someone you love, wouldn’t you agree?” his melodic voice coiled around your mind. Enveloping you in a sense of serenity.

You quickly snapped out of it. “I want to leave” your voice low, but your words clear as day.

Ayato hummed at your words “Why is that?”

“Because I’m more like a prisoner than your wife” you snapped.

“A prisoner? What gave you that idea?” he raised a brow.

“Don’t play stupid Ayato” you sneered. “You’re not letting me leave no matter what. Doesn’t that sound awfully a lot like a prison to you?”

“I’m protecting you and at the same time I’m keeping what’s mine far away from prying eyes. I’m doing you a favour” his smirk completely gone and replaced by a cold glare.

“I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you screamed, not caring about who could hear you.

“Don’t think I’ll ever let you leave me. When you said yes to my proposal, you sealed your faith. It’s not my fault you were unable to think about what the future involved” he smirked at your scared expression. “Don’t cry, I mean you no harm. That much should be obvious.”

Dottore

The dining room was decorated in an attempt at making it cozy. The grand chandelier that hung over the dining table casted a warm light over the table, almost making it homely. The plate in front of you was barely touched. You were hungry, but you didn’t have the time to finish your meal.

You glanced up at the butler who was standing by the door. His eyes was glued to a spot on the far wall and his posture was rigid.

Your cleaned your mouth with the napkin before your rose from your seat. “I’m finished with my meal. Please tell Dottore when he returns to come to my chambers” you told the maid as she silently cleaned up the dishes.

She bowed “Yes madam.”

Your heels clicked against the polished wooden floors. You had to quickly change into different shows and more practical clothing.

You quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried to your huge closet that was the size of a small room. You changed into some thick trousers and warm boots with white fox fur.

You quickly pulled in your coat and a scarf. You opened the large windows and you peered down. You pulled on your hood and your mittens before you ventured down the ladder you had found in an abandoned closet in a part of the house that was rarely ever used.

The ladder creaked underneath your weight and you prayed that it would mange to hold you. Both of you.

You landed into the soft snow and you quickly ran down towards the gates.

The tall wrought iron gates were impossible to climb, especially if one was pregnant, but you had luckily borrowed the key from one of the butlers.

You twisted the key and the gates opens with a load groan. You could smell your freedom.

You locked the gate behind you before you walked down the hill that the house stood tall and proud on top.

The snow glittered in the moonlight and green-purple aurora danced over your head. The sight was so beautiful you almost wept.

As you wandered down the hill you got completely lost in the beauty of the winter landscape. You knew it was foolish, but you hadn’t been outside in so long.

The sound of hoofs snapped you out of your daydreaming. As you raised your gaze you were met with the sight of your husband’s beloved steel grey stallion. The stallion snorted hot air towards you. It looked like a beast at it stood tall in the moonlight.

On top of the proud animal was Dottore. His gaze sharp and would cause anyone who was on the receiving end of it to tremble. You were no different.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” his voice colder than the cold winter wind that ruffled your hair.

At your silence he only sighed. “You are truly a lost cause. Are you seriously going to cause your unborn child harm in order to escape? You are even more foolish than what I thought” he scoffed as he made the horse circle you.

You spun around in order to keep an eye on his movements. “What makes you think I want to stay with you? Your arrogance disgusts me!” you sneered. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your voice echoed through the treetops that surrounded the hill.

“Watch your tongue” he spat.

Your escape attempt had been a complete failure.

Dottore had reprimanded you for hours when you had been brought back inside.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“If I ever catch you trying to escape ever again, there’s going to be dire consequences. You’re not going to accidentally harm my child. Our child. Do I make myself clear?” his tone stern.

Your eyes fixated on his neatly polished shoes. You nodded and muttered a low “yes”.

He gripped your jaw and forced your head up. “If you disobey me I will have to chain you to the bed and I really want to avoid that. So be a good girl.”

Lyney

The purple cat-like eyes of the magician was narrowed in anger and hurt. He had just caught you as you had sneaked out of the house with bag packed with your clothes and necessities.

The living room was empty except from the two of you. His younger brother and sister were out on business.

The record player in the corner by the fireplace was playing the soft tune of a ballet he had taken you to when you first started dating.

Lyney was sitting in front of you on a red arm chair. He was resting his head on his arms. His gaze faced down as he thought on what to say to you.

The only thing that separated the two of you was the coffee table. Normally you would have taken you your time to clean it, but not today. Multiple cards were littered across it accompanied with some face flowers. The mess was surprisingly beautiful.

“I don’t understand how you could do something like that to me” his voice low. “I had it all sorted out. I have talked to Father and she has nothing against your pregnancy and our relationship. In fact she supports it. She knows how important family is after all.”

“But you had to try and ruin it. I really don’t understand” his violet eyes met yours. They were filled with more emotions than what you could possibly make out.

“Lynette and Freminet even said they can take care of the baby if the two of us have plans or need some time for ourselves. Yes, Freminet is still a teenager, but he’s still fit to look after a child. He often take care of the younger children in The House. And Lynette has always had a soft spot for baby’s” his voice was getting louder.

“You don’t get it do you, Lyney?”

“Get what exactly?” his eyes scanned your features for something.

“You’re a cruel man. You have locked my away just because you think it’s for the best. You haven’t even bothered to even ask me what I want!” your voice was getting louder and louder by each word that left your lips. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you stood up form the couch. Your finger pointed at him. “You disgust me.”

His mouth fell open in disbelief. Crystal tears welled up in his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away. “What?” his voice was weak by hurt. “I’m trying to protect you! Why don’t you understand?” tears were now falling from his eyes as he had fallen to his knees in front of you.

It was a pity full sight, but he couldn’t care less. “Family is what matter the most to me! And you! You are a part of my family now and so is our unborn child!”

You tried to step back, but his hand was tightly gripping your thigh.

A broken laughter escaped from his lips and a rose to his feet slowly. His eyes crazed as they met yours. “You’re clearly unfit for making your own decisions, but worry not. I will help you. And together we’re going to raise the sweetest little child one could ever dream of.”

His unhinged voice and manner sent chives down your spine and you could feel the imaginary cage that wrapped itself around you. You were trapped between the claws of the beast-like cat, with no escape.

Neuvillette

The entire nation of Fontaine were searching for you. You would be lying if you said you were surprised. The judge could be awfully convincing when he wanted to.

Since your escape it had been raining non stop. Heavy rain poured down from the sky undisturbed. The rocks on the forgotten path you had chosen were slippery, and you had to be careful.

In the distance, from the town you had a pasted hours prior, you could hear the loud voices of the search party they had organised. Hounds barked as they made their way up the mountain. You quickly picked up your pace.

After an hour or so walking through the rain you finally found a small abandoned cottage. You were filled with relief when you noticed that the door was unlocked.

It smelled of mould and you felt bad for your unborn, but you had no other choice. The windows were dirty, but intact. You slumped down on the old couch. Your body was aching and you were so tired.

You did not know how much time had passed when you awoke to the sound of a fist pounding the creaky old front door. You rose to your feet with such fast motion that you knocked your elbow against the wooden armrest of the couch. You hissed in pain and clutched it as you made your way to the hallway.

You hid behind the door to the bathroom as you peered out the window by the door. You couldn’t see anyone.

The pounding continued and you were afraid whoever it was would break down the door if this continued.

“Who is it?” you meekly asked.

The pounding came to an halt and a gruff voice answered you. “I am from the neighbouring village. We are looking for the Iudex’s wife.”

You were about to answer when the door broke down. A tall and sturdy man with a bear that reached below his collarbones entered. “I apologise miss, but I need to search the cotta-” his voice trailed off when his eyes fell upon you. His eyes widened to a state you were afraid they would roll out. He backed away slightly and shouted over his shoulder “I found her!”

You were about to silence him but it was too late.

The man who found you brought you out to the little courtyard. Your eyes widened in fear when a pair of pale lavender eyes stared back at you.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” your voice was shaky with fear. You tried to back away from the tall dragon, but the search party blocked your path of escape.

“How could I not personally participate in the search of my own wife?” Neuvillette’s voice soft. He turned to the villagers “Please give us some space.”

The villagers nodded and quickly left.

As you stood all alone with your capture on the overgrown courtyard you couldn’t help, but think about all the choices you had made that had lead you to this.

“Why did you leave our home?” his deep voice had normally brought you comfort, but now it only brought you fear.

“Why? Any sane person would escape a madman such as yourself. You have taken everything from me and you still ask for more” you spoke with sudden braveness.

“I am not taking anything from you. You’re clearly not completely aware at the moment. But worry not, I’ll take care of everything. Just like I always have” his lips twisted up into a gentle smile.

“Oh really? I don’t believe you. I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you! Why don’t you understand?!” you were suddenly in front of him. Your finger jammed against his broad chest.

“Your words hold little meaning, my love. It’s my child too, do not forget. I have every right to be apart of its life just as you do. And besides in a matter of time you will have forgotten your… conflicted feelings” his big hand gently wrapped itself around your much smaller one. “I will make you happy. Just you wait” he gently kissed the top of your head. His kiss similar to the gavel he used to seal the fate of the poor souls in the Opera Epiclese.

Wriothesley

The Fortress of Meropide never got any more welcoming, no matter how much time you had been there.

You had tried to climb the stairs up to the surface, but Wriothesley had been quick to drag you back down again.

He had been eerily silent as he led you to his private quarters.

“This is your fourth escape attempt this two weeks. Are you not getting tired?” he sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen table, his arms folded over his muscular chest.

“I understand the Fortress is not the best place to raise a kid, but I have bought a house close to the entrance on the surface. I have made the arrangements so that we can rotate where we both stay. I will of course always stay with you in the house. I know it’s not optimal, but it’s the best I can do.”

“It’s not enough” you muttered.

“We will have to make it work.”

“Why? I didn’t ask to be sent here. I don’t care about you and the Iudex agreement. I didn’t agree to any of this” you raised your voice.

“There’s many thing in life that I haven’t asked for. You will manage” Wriothesley’s voice was laced with uncharacteristic anger.

“I will not! I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your loud voice echoed inside the kitchen.

At your words something in Wriothesley snapped. “A monster you say?” he barked out a laughter. “I have been nothing but kind to you. But if you think that makes me a monster, I wonder what you’ll think of me now” his eyes colder than his vision.

Wriothesley dragged you inside your bedroom. “You’re not going to leave this room before I say you can. I will use the spare bedroom” he pointed to the bathroom. “If you’re thirsty between meals, you know where to find water.” With that he slammed the door closed. The sound of his key twisting sent a pang through your chest.

Escape had never seemed so far out of reach as it was now. You found yourself longing for the outside and the smell of the wildflowers that littered the green meadows of Fontaine. Maybe the house Wriothesley had promised you on the surface didn’t sound so bad after all.

Hi!! I really loved your recent post featuring yan!murderer seeing y/n with their child. If requests are still open, may you please write that same scenario but with yan!mean ceo instead?

yes ofc 🙌🏻🙌🏻

also kikuo is performing near me.. and i can't go im SO SAD GUYS..

you didn't understand how he got in. you haven't seen him in three years, yet, here he was.

"is that my son?" he almost sounded hurt. you knew it was an act though. "let me see him."

"he isn't yours." your voice was full of hatred. you held the toddler closer to your chest, as he babbled.

"i know he's mine." he stepped closer, as you stepped back. you didn't want him near you. "do you take me for a fool?"

you covered the toddlers face from nicholas, you couldn't let him see his face.

"get out." you tried so hard for your voice not to crack, but you felt so weak. "you- you don't deserve anything from me."

"it's really funny," he kept getting closer, eventually causing you to bump into a wall, leaving no room for escape. "you beg me to leave, yet you hold my child."

you hated how he referred to the toddler as his.

"i can easily take him from you, forever. so, if you want to see him, you should listen to me. okay?"

you couldn't say anything.

"he looks just like me, don't you agree? and you go on about how he isn't mine."

but you never showed him his face.

“Must have reliable transportation” = “this is how we legally discriminate against poor people who take the bus”

I am in love with all of your writings! Hope you are having an awesome week!!

ILY BAE MWA (thank u for commissioning me babe here's a gift)

the crown prince is a tyrant.

that was very clear, to you at least. to everyone else but you and his closest aids, he was perfect. a prodigal young prince, expected to bring the empire to greater heights.

intelligent, handsome, and oh so incredibly charming.

that was the front he displays to all, including his parents, the current emperor and empress of the empire. you were once fooled by this facade. which is why you expected a life of luxury and ease when the crown prince offered you the position of his personal servant.

oh it's a dream to serve such a benevolent and charming master! was what you thought before experiencing first hand what a cruel person he could be.

your first day serving him was a nightmare.

you still vividly recall the way you had to clean the blood of his shoes after he nearly beat to death his right hand man for a small mistake. it was horrifying. he even went back to working shortly after! it was like he didn't even care about his actions! and those eyes of his that lacked light stared down at you as he welcomed you into his 'care'... you'll never forget them.

"servant y/n, I hope that this serves as an example to you. do not disappoint me for I am looking forward to your services."

you went back to your quarters shivering and traumatized that night.

you had thought that things would get better if you just obediently followed his rules and order. they didn't. in fact, things only got worse. the prince had developed an unhealthy obsession for you and it only served as a reminder to show how cruel he could truly be.

murdering others who as much as talked to you, being so possessive to the extent where you couldn't even step away from him for one second... your life was in absolute shambles the second you started working for the manipulative prince.

you had caught his attention, and you weren't allowed to ever leave.

Silver snow was such a missed opportunity. IS should have focused more on the Edeleth conflict instead of just making a watered down VW

Pls no bulli silver snow it has edeleth angst 😭

To be clear

I love that Silver Snow is a divine tragedy.

I love that Byleth and Edelgard are both plagued by these "what ifs" even as they're perfectly poised against each other, neither of them budging from their chosen positions. That their confrontations are so charged and so personal.

I love that at every turn, Dimitri and Claude are pulled away, that your chosen path doesn't let you intervene for their lives, that you don't even get to witness what happens to them for yourself. You have set yourself apart from their war, apart from humanity, apart from anything not directly related to the Church and to Rhea.

I love that you spend months searching for Rhea, even at the expense of intervening in the war happening around you, only for Rhea herself to become a beast you must kill. I love that her own closest followers are turned monstrous and their devotion becomes their curse.

I love that after all that, you take the mantle of archbishop for yourself and take Fodlan for yourself and are hailed as the new Sothis as you rebuild the land that the Church of Seiros itself nearly destroyed, now under the banner of the Church of Seiros alone.

Did it feel good when you quietly let everyone else die and simply took their place when there was no one else left to lead? Is this what victory looks like? As Edelgard said, your path lies across her grave. What a kind and just goddess you are. Now no one can oppose you.

Hello! I just came across your writings and I am in love!!! I wanted to request a sequel to "fulfill my wish", or basically a fic about how life would be like for Taron & his general!wife after they've been married for years/had kids?

a look into the future

yandere! emperor oc! x general! fem! reader.

warnings|| none, pure fluff.

reference|| you. bride at the end.

a/n|| hkjshkj thank uuu, also sorry this is a bit short, you can consider it a drabble, hope you like it!!

ironically, it was a peaceful morning, the birds singing as you sit in the wide garden. a few years ago you would have been in your room away from everything, but you had long ago accepted your life, now you're watching your kids running around playing, their voices were loud, filling the silence.

you wouldn't say that you're happy, more like peaceful, taron has somehow convinced you to give up to him, and honestly, you had planned to long ago, because whatever you'll do, you wouldn't be able to escape someone who has a hand on half of the world, especially when you're considered dead to the public.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by tulip, your youngest daughter, she was nearly seven winters of age, she came up to you pouting "my dress got torn" she said, holding her sleeve up to you.

you let an 'oh' as you examine her wrist, mainly looking if she was hurt, "do not worry about it, i will sew it."

tulip was her father's queen, he didn't difference between your kids but she was definitely a little too spoiled, he never turned her asks down, getting her what she wanted and what she didn't.

"father!" you heard theodore-your oldest son, ten winters of age-yell in excitement, you and tulip look up to see taron coming down to you, a gentle smile creeped on his face, as theodore run to him, he grunt as he pick him up, you see him ruffle his head, he kept walking in your direction, nodding along as theodore talks about something.

when they reach you, taron bent down to kiss your forehead, his touch still as uncomfortable to you as ever, but you can't withdraw, at least not in front of your kids.

he sits in front of you, theodore in his lap noticing the pout on tulip's face "what is wrong with my princess?" he asks, his hand coming to her side, getting her in his lap as well.

she show him her sleeve, "she torn her dress" theodore point out, taron pouts, mimicing tulip's expression "aww, how did that happen?" he asks, tracing the torn with his fingers "i will buy you another one,hm? do not be sad."

"no need i will sew it." you say, preventing him from bringing unnecessary items, she already has a full closet of dresses.

"now my delicate flower, no harm in buying something new, no?" he state.

you only sigh, if there's anything you had learned about him, is that he would never back down on something he want to do.

"me too father! i want something new!" theodore say, tugging on taron's clothes.

"theodore!" your protest went unheard as taron turned his attention back on his son "you want something new as well? very well, what is it that you want?", theodore stayed silent for a minute then he just shrug" i do not know but i want something".

taron laughed "oh you little rascal, fine then we shall go to the markets, today."

your children's face lit up at this, tulip pointed on you and said in excitement "can mother come along with us?", and you already knew the answer when taron's smile wavered "absolutely not, what did we discuss before? you mother can not go any step outside the castle, it is dangerous for her." he said in a scolding tone, his gaze drift to you between his words.

...however your life will change, his ways will never do. you'll be forever an imprisoned bride.

hello! i love your work so much!! could you rank your yans from most to least likely to baby trap y/n?

thank u!! glad u like my work 💞💞

they're in an order btw

would do it. there's a small part of them that feels guilty when you try to argue with them, crying while shouting at them for ruining your life. but it's okay. you have to learn your place and be good for them.

YANDERE elf prince, mean ceo, vampire lord.

there's a part of them that hesitates. they still do it regardless. they try to comfort you and tell you that it's okay, but they eventually get tired of your constant cries. it's okay! you just need to be a bit more grateful for what you're given.

YANDERE doctor, puppy boy, idol, inquisitor, childhood bff.

they'd never do something like that. never if it would hurt you! what if they accidentally cause your death from that? they would never think of anything like that while you're with him, so you'd never have to worry your pretty little head.

YANDERE nice ceo, magician, dilf.

want more? send a request.

Something that really amuses me is the outright Rasputinian methods you have to use to kill Tiamat.

First, Enkidu (the chains) are used by Kingu in an attempt to hold her. The chains are stronger the more divinity the target possesses, and given Tiamat is the Primordial Goddess of Mesopotamian mythos, of course she has that shit maxed out. Except, she is so tough that she still breaks through it.

So your crew is like “well Ok Then, what now”, but then you recall your silly dumb adventure in the underworld because Ereshkigal is kind of a dick, and you remember, OH YEAH, THE UNDERWORLD, that has a super heavy Anti-Divinity aspect! Unlike containment, that works directly on Tiamat’s strength! Let’s dump this giant bitch in there like a donut in coffee!

So you do, and she’s like “AAAAAAAAAAA” (”WHAT THE FUCK”) but she’s still utterly unkillable because Tiamat simply lacks a concept of dead, so she [Shirou Voice] won’t die if you can’t kill her, so while she is weaker than before, she is still is stupidly strong and, well, unkillable.

“MAN, IF ONLY WE COULD, LIKE, KILL THIS UNKILLABLE, LOUD LADY” your pals wonder.

BUT THEN, Ziusudra, an old man NPC that has been with you here and there in the Babylonia chapter, is like “PSYCHE” and removes his disguise and it is actually KING HASSAN and the only hint to this was that Ziusudra holds his cane in the same way and pose Hassanest holds his sword, and you are like “hold ON how the wtf are you here! This is historically incorrect!”, and he’s like “ok so like I respect you a lot from the big help you provided us with back in Camelot, and you remember I promised I’d help you when you needed it? WELL, THIS IS IT” so what happened is that he basically summoned himself with you as the Master (he can do this because he’s King Hassan and King Hassan does whatever the FUCK King Hassan wants), and outright dropped his Grand Servant title and became a regular Servant simply to help you because King Hassan is the fucking greatest, and he CUTS Tiamat’s wings off, prompting an “AAAAAAAA!” (”OKAY THAT’S JUST RUDE NOW”), simultaneously running mortality.exe and installing the Concept of Death in Tiamat.

So between the debuff from being literally in God Hell, having her wings cut off, and having Mister Assassin Himself inject the idea of things dying when they are killed in her, Tiamat was finally killable. This all meant only one problem remained: Actually fucking killing her, because she was still ungodly powerful and terrifyingly strong. Like, just being close to her kills you because of the Primordial Sea’s Chaos Tides (which translates in game to dealing straight up 4k damage to your whole party at the end of each of Tiamat’s turns just from being close to her), but FOR THAT, we grab ANOTHER GRAND SERVANT, Merlin, who also Came To Play, who gives you the Wizard of Flowers and Protection From The Netherworld blessings, which let you, like, survive being near Tiamat (represented in game by massive defensive and offensive buffs and 4k HP regen at the end of your turns), and thus allowing you to punch her in her big toothy face, which you DO, but surprise, Tiamat is REALLY GOOD AT TAKING PUNCHES IN THE FACE, so she doesn’t really go down that easily, all the while nuking you with laser beams, so it takes Caster Gil saying “ONE SECOND”, taking of his shirt, finding Ea in his shed, and gelling his hair straight up to come and blast Tiamat’s face with Enuma Elish a couple of times, which doesn’t fully do the trick, but it certainly works, because then your face punches added up to it, and Tiamat finally lets out a dying “aaaaa” (”this party fuckin sux, I’m LEAVING”) and dies when she’s killed, and that’s how you spend a truly monumental amount of time wrestling with a very loud, very big lady.

And then you have Kiara who is like “OHH I WILL BE A BEAST SO I CAN BE PUNISHED BY MANY HEROES~” and goes down because she didn’t update Norton Antivirus, and honestly, I’m kinkshaming.