MAW: Day Four- Alt streamers! (Mot)

MAW Alt day continues! I swear, I can’t go ten minutes without writing Mot. I’m not sure when he became my beautiful green son, but I mean, I’m done questioning it. Let’s roll.


‘Note to self,’ Mot wrote in his journal that night. 'If any person even mentions a siren again, run. It’s just not worth it.’

Earlier that day, Mot had done the exact opposite. A group of rogue sirens had taken prisoners, one of which was one of Dianite’s partners. Dianite, being a god, had the benefit of being impervious to the siren’s song, but Mot had insisted on accompanying him. Dianite hadn’t thought it was a good idea, but had allowed Mot to come anyways.

Big mistake.

Somehow, he accidentally split off from Dianite, leaving himself alone and completely vulnerable.

The voice that wafted into the hallway of the abandoned building they were searching made Mot’s head spin. It was intoxicating, begging for his deepest desires and fantasies. Mot was strong and fought it, but eventually succumbed to it.

Then, out of thin air, Dianite appeared in front of him.

Mot’s head, still foggy from the song, didn’t see anything wrong with the picture. “Milord?” He asked. “Dia?”

Dianite didn’t say anything, but moved closer and closer to Mot. In moments, Mot was practically pinned to the wall. Mot cursed his attraction to the god, which turned the moment from bizarre and terrifying to extremely attractive.

Dianite suddenly pressed his lips against Mot’s. Dianite was kissing him, Mot distantly thought. The kiss was rough but passionate, and part of Mot was in heaven.

The other part of Mot knew this was wrong. Something was wrong, but part of him didn’t want to care. Part of him just wanted to give into it, let Dianite kiss him, take him, and do anything that he pleased to him. That part didn’t want to listen to reason, and didn’t even care if it was wrong or not.

Despite the longing to let it happen, Mot tried to push Dianite off him. “Dianite, stop,” Mot tried, but the other man only pinned down his arms better and continued.

Finally, alarms went off in Mot’s head. This wasn’t right. Dianite respected Mot’s boundaries, and wouldn’t force him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with unless it was necessary.

Mot struggled to escape the arms that pinned him down. The spell finally broke, revealing the bird and human like creature that was truly attacking him. Mot was finally able to push him off enough to draw his blade at pierce the creature in the stomach, successfully killing it. Mot collapsed against the wall, putting his head in his hands.

“Mot!” Dianite called. “Are you dying?”

“Just on the inside,” Mot groaned, wanting to barf.

Dianite rolled his eyes at the champion. “I’ve found Esther. Now that that… Beast is dead, we’re good to go.”

“All right,” Mot agreed. “I’ll be up and ready in a minute, I just need to shake off the song a little more.”

Dianite nodded, heading back to help Esther, their ally, home.

Mot put his head back into his hands.

Love sucks.

  • Me:*sees a 80k word fic with 42 chapters*
  • Me:*slowly moves mouse towards it*
  • Me:Nope..Nope nope no! Don't click it!
  • Me:*clicks it*
  • Me:Oh my god look what you've done.

Let’s be alone together

I don’t know where you’re going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don’t know where I’m going
But I don’t think I’m coming home and I said
I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead
This is the road to ruin
And we’re starting at the end

Find the other In the Flesh photosets here: x x x x x

Simon Monroe mi-caw-ber
Kieren Walker itsloki
Photographer chibibanane

{Slavic mythology. Sirin} by {Vasylina}

Sirin is a mythological creature of Russian legends, with the head and chest of a beautiful woman and the body of a bird. According to myth, the Sirins lived “in Indian lands” near Eden or around the Euphrates River.

These half-women half-birds are directly based on the Greek myths and later folklore about sirens. They were usually portrayed wearing a crown or with a nimbus. Sirins sang beautiful songs to the saints, foretelling future joys. For mortals, however, the birds were dangerous. Men who heard them would forget everything on earth, follow them, and ultimately die. People would attempt to save themselves from Sirins by shooting cannons, ringing bells and making other loud noises to scare the bird off. Later (17-18th century), the image of Sirins changed and they started to symbolize world harmony (as they live near paradise). People in those times believed only really happy people could hear a Sirin, while only very few could see one because she is as fast and difficult to catch as human happiness. She symbolizes eternal joy and heavenly happiness.


In the Flesh - First encounter

Kieren: Excuse me? You’re sitting on my grave.
Simon: That’s you? Sorry, didn’t realize you’re one of us, all that… on your face.

No better place to flirt with each other than an empty grave on a graveyard. Best pick-up line ever, Kieren Walker, you nailed it!
And yes, here we go, second set! Actually we went to a very old graveyard just to find a massive hole in the ground with warning tape all around it.

Simon: mi-caw-ber
Kieren: itsloki

  • What she says:I'm fine.
  • What she actually means:In The Flesh deserved so much more than what it got and needs more fucking seasons. I need to know what happens with Simon and Kieren's character development and the aftermath of Amy's death. I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE SECOND RISING AND I NEED A SCENE WHERE JEM PUNCHES GARY IN THE FACE.