#& i have deduced the school they go to. the part of the world they live in. their family members. what they're studying. where they work at

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May Prompts (23) Apology

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter23)

Summary: Rosie shares a surprise with her parents and uncle. All of them have different thoughts about this unexpected development, and silent negotiations are carried out.

Twenty-Three Years Old

I knew that Papa not fully understood my reason for studying international politics and data, but to his credit he didn’t for one second try to convince me to give it another thought and opt for something science related instead. Dad was just relieved that I’d finally had found a path to walk, after several failed attempts. Uncle Myc, well he tried to hide how utterly pleased he was with my choice, but by now I knew him well enough to read the signs. Truth be told, said signs weren’t that subtle.

“Bien choisi ma chérie,” he beamed at me, while Papa scowled at him.

“Merci oncle,” I retorted. “I can’t wait to start this and go to Paris.”

The three-year BA degree was taught by The University of London Institute in Paris. We would be taught in English, but if we had an A level in French, we could also take French courses. I’d learned French in school for years, and uncle Myc and I often conversed in French when uncle Greg wasn’t around.

I think it’s needless to say that my security and comfort in France was well taken care of. Papa and uncle Myc had a conversation using their eyes only when I spilled the beans. Dad knew exactly what was going on and went to make tea while negotiations were carried out. Once the brothers were satisfied, uncle Myc took out his phone and sent several texts or emails. By now, I knew it’ll be futile to pester any of them of what was going on. I was just relieved that no one had tried to talk me out of it, making me feel uncertain or guilty for leaving the country; actually, moving out of my childhood home.

My reasons for choosing this subject were multifaceted. I’d always enjoyed learning facts, obscure and otherwise, about different countries and cultures. Having had a relatively unorthodox upbringing, containing all sorts of people, played a big part too. The cherry on top was that the school was abroad. Nana’s tales of her experiences overseas and how educating it is to have lived some time in another country and society, had always seemed enticing to me.

***

The university was situated close to the Invalides and the Seine, while my lodgings were in the Charonne area in the 11th arrondissement on a cosy cobble street, with a nearby metro station. My landlady, Marguerite Vachon was one of uncle Myc’s acquaintances, from where, I still have no idea. 

Marguerite preferred that I used her given name instead of the formal, Madame Vachon.

“Je ne suis pas ancient,” was her favourite line and reminded me quite a lot of Nana.

“I am not ancient, dear,” was a statement Nana had used every so often.

Marguerite was a petite and elegant woman. Her hair was cut in a bob, coloured black with a few red stripes. I never saw her without lipstick or makeup. She always wore bespoke dresses and high heeled shoes. I deduced that she was far more than a landlady. When I left for school in the morning, I could hear her sing or talk on the phone, and when I returned, she always opened her door and inquired about my day.

“She’s clearly spying for Mycroft,” Papa’s voice told me.

And there was something about her, which I couldn’t put my finger on. Something mysterious, secret, perhaps even dangerous. 

***

It seemed like Marguerite had my schedule memorised. Not that I’d given her the information, but when she slipped, I got my suspicions confirmed. To be fair, it wasn’t slipping per se. She couldn’t have known that class was dismissed early that day.

Luckily, I spotted her and was able to hide behind a wall before she saw me. I’d almost missed her, because she wasn’t wearing her normal dress and high heels, but red trousers, a white and blue-striped jumper, and white trainers. Instead of one of her posh handbags, she had a dark blue canvas bag diagonally draped over her chest.

Papa had taught me a few tricks when it came to the fine art of following people without being discovered. I’ve never had much use of them obviously, but now I saw an opportunity. How I would explain this and apologise if I was caught, never crossed my mind.

I was sceptical when Marguerite walked to the metro station, but I was able to get into the same carriage as her, and it seemed that she had no idea she was being followed. She got off three stops later and walked in the direction of the big Père-Lachaise cemetery.

A fitting location for obscure and shady affairs.

Marguerite knew where she was going, walking briskly but not hurried. I had walked the premises several times before and knew where she was headed when I saw the grand tomb of Sir Richard Wallace, the British baronet who contributed millions to the Parisian poor during the Siege of Paris in the early 1870s.

This reeked of another posh Brit I knew.

When Marguerite had placed a folder by the tomb and another woman picked it up five minutes later, I had a hard time keeping myself composed. The woman picking up the folder was the French equivalent of Anthea.

I sent uncle Myc a text when both women were out of sight.

Thanks for keeping track on me, but this thing is like being part of a French noir film. You can tell Papa I think you’re both growing sentimental, and I demand an apology!

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nowwwww it's not stalking if someone puts the information up on social media & i'm just so patriotic that i recognise the information right

#mine #i was trying to find out info about this person so i look through their instagram past tweets insta stories and whatnot #& i have deduced the school they go to. the part of the world they live in. their family members. what they're studying. where they work at #AND I GOT THEM ALL FROM THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA PAGES #so i tell my friend this and she's like 'omg girl u're such a stalker plz stop it' BUT I'M NOT? #p.s. she also helped me figure out some of the information lolololol #anyway yeah i wanted to get this off my chest because i feel like it's definitely not stalking. but it is very creepy #but at the same time you don't need much brain cells to look at a photo and recognise the place because you've been there before #so idk i'm a little conflicted. but stay safe on social media kids #update: official definition of stalking is 'to annoy/ follow someone obsessively/ threateningly' #but what if the other party doesn't know i exist 😐

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Hi, I hope your day/night is going well! I was wondering if you could do a mission impossible one-shot if Ethan Hunt and his troublemaker son? Like Ethan is taking a break from missions for a little while, so he thinks it’s time to finally connect with his kid, but his son just got out of school early from a fight or something. Idk, I’m not the best at wording, but I hope this is clear enough :)) love your works to death btw ❤️

A/n: YESS M:I REQUESTS ZJEHDHDJ- I hope you enjoy this fic man you guys have some awesome ideas also THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m glad you like my writinggg!! Sorry it took a minute it was the holidays-

"Talk to me."

Dad!Ethan Hunt x Son!Reader

( summary: Ethan decides to take a break from missions and come home only to find you coming home early from school with a black eye )

warning?: mentions of fighting/injury, tears/crying, readers either in middle school or high-school you pick!

!-!more under the cut!-!

It doesn't take a genius to know that Ethan Hunt of the IMF is an overworked man. Even he knows it, and though he loves his job and his team sometimes he can't help but wonder what effect his absence is having on his son. It's been something that's been crossing his minds in between missions even though there isn't much downtime between them. The team, *cough* Luther *cough* noticed that something was on his mind and asked him about it. Luther eventually told Brandt and Brandt got some down time for Ethan. Two weeks, that’s how long Ethan had off and though he’d usually hate any down time, this time he was just looking forward to reconnecting with his son.

Walking through the door of his house that he barely occupied, he set his bags down by the door and placed his jacket on the coat rack. It was around 11am on a Wednesday so he didn’t call out for you right away, he knew you’d be in school which was great for him since he wanted to surprise you. While walking into the living room he noticed a small mess on one of the couches and when he went to throw it away he noticed the dishes piled up. Sighing, he rolled up his sleeves, it was time for some domestic house work.

It was maybe an hour later and Ethan was almost done with cleaning up his house. He was fluffing up the couches throw pillows when the jingle of keys in the front door snapped him out of his tranquil space. His eyebrows creased as he wondered who could've been unlocking his door. It could be you but one glance at the clock had told him that you were supposed to be in school so it couldn't be. But while in his thoughts you revealed yourself, opening your door, you huffed and slammed it closed, your backpack dropping off of your shoulders as you slid to the ground with it. A sigh escaped you as you put your head in your arms, not even noticing your fathers presence until the creek of a floorboard had alerted you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the face of you father, someone you had lost hope on seeing practically ever again. He stood with his arms crossed, his eyebrows still furrowed as he looked at you on the ground before glancing to the clock, his tongue pushed his lips from inside his mouth as he chose his next words. "Half day?" You shot up, it was as if hearing his voice made it all real for you, he was really here in the flesh, it wasn't some sick prank your mind was playing on you. Part of you wanted to run over and hug him but another part of you didn't know how he'd react or even if he wanted you to. Your arms laid strictly at your sides and your eyes casted downwards as if not looking at him would pause the world and give you time to think. "No..." you responded to his earlier question. It was now that he realized the black eye that was beginning to form on your face along with some stray cuts and bruises littering your arms and fists. In his head he deduced all possibilities of what could have happened and it was exactly what he feared, being away from you for so long did have an effect on you.

He took a step closer which made your eyes shoot back to his face. His eyes switched to a concerned look as he just opened his arms to you, hoping you'd come to him. You glanced away for a second and cautiously took a step forward before practically tumbling into his arms. He caught you rather easily and his hug only tightened when he'd felt your shoulders bob up and down. He rubbed your back soothingly as a sob escaped your lips, it was easy to tell that you were crying even though you were desperately trying to cover it up. Part of you wondered if you could stay in this hug forever just so he wouldn't have to see your crying face.

"Talk to me."

You sniffled as you thought about what to even say to your father. You'd thought about a moment where you'd get to see him again and you always thought it'd be a hostage situation not him just randomly being home one day. "Come on y/n," Your father had pulled back from the hug as you reluctantly loosened your grip on him, though his hands were still on your shoulders. "Those bruises didn't come from nowhere, did someone hurt you? Are you being bullied? Were you jumped?" With every shake of the head a new suggestion would leave your fathers mouth and you eventually just cut him off. "I was...fighting...in school." You looked down and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. "Fighting? Why were you being threatened-" "No! I just-" You shut your eyes tightly as you balled up your fist. "It's ok let's just calm down." Your father rubbed your shoulders to calm you from the short outburst. "Just take it from the top and tell me what happened."

You sniffled and slowly opened your eyes, your fists unbaling at the same speed. "There was...some kid at school who really gets on my nerves and he," you sighed, it was a little embarrassing to be admitting this but you know your father is the last person who would judge you. "he kept talking about you." "Me?" It'd slipped out before Ethan could catch himself but luckily you just nodded instead of clamming back up. "He kept teasing me about you not being around and he kept saying that you were some deadbeat that actually just left me alone and," you stammered out of anger as you searched around for nothing in particular. "I just couldn't take it anymore! But I couldn't say anything because it's true that you're never really here!" A frown etched its way into Ethans features as those words left your mouth, the tears that you'd wiped away had come back in full force. "So I just punched him, I didn't realize I did until he was swinging back and it just...went from there." You shrugged aggressively and tried not to blink so that more tears wouldn't come out.

"Y/n.." hearing your fathers voice saying your name so sad didn't really help you much and so the flood of tears released with a sob. "c'mere," your father pulled your shoulders in to initiate yet another hug, your head rested on him for support as you continued crying. "I'm sorry, I really am." Ethan's eyes glossed over, he had never intentionally meant to cause you this much sadness or pain. "I'm sorry that I'm never around, that I'm not here for you." His voice cracked and in turn you cried more, though now your sobs had turned silent. "I know I'm not the best father," he pulled back from the hug to look you in the eye, "but I at least want to be a good one." He nodded at the small smile that'd graced your face after he said that. "You're not a bad one.." you mumbled which caused him to chuckle, his tears spilling for a second. He wiped them away and sniffled, the two of you wore matching smiles and you put hands behind your back. "How about we go out for lunch?" Your dad suggested, "Just us two, Ethan and Y/n Hunt going out for lunch! Come on," He patted your back twice, "I'll even let you pick the place, sound good?" You nodded, content with where the heavy conversation left off. "Sounds great dad..."

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Precure Day 228

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 30 - “The Power of a Monarch and Nuts’s Worries” Date watched: 26 October 2022 Original air date: 7 September 2008 Screenshots Precure Metamorphose Gallery | Sky Rose Translate Gallery Project info and master list of posts

In the name of dreams, I will hope at you!

Kurumi gets into a fight with Nozomi! Everyone gets swept into the story of Princess Kaguya, and Nozomi makes a cheeky joke about her magical girl forebears. Even Nuts wrestles with his worth, and invents a new toy. Will everyone reconcile their relationships? Let’s dig in!

The Plot

During a lesson on The Legend of the Bamboo Cutter (the story of Princess Kaguya), Nozomi and Kurumi get into an argument about the need for Kaguya to leave her Earth family and return to the Moon Palace. This leads to Coco scolding them for interrupting. Kurumi takes this personally and later informs Nozomi that they aren’t friends anymore.

Nuts finishes and tests the Milky Note, whose function remains unclear.

The Director has a dream/flashback of spending time in the Cure Rose Garden with Flora before Anacondy wakes him with a gift. He dismisses her as she doesn’t have the Rose Pact.

Syrup and Princess Crepe find Kurumi moping after school, and Crepe pointedly reminds her that she’s not fulfilling her caretaker duties by running away. Kurumi returns to Natts House with Syrup to make amends. Coco says it’s water under the bridge. Meanwhile, everyone else is out looking at the moon during the Tsukimi celebration.

Suddenly the girls (sans Kurumi) find themselves sucked into the moon, and quickly deduce they’re in the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter

Princess Kaguya appears to them, but reveals she’s Shibiretta, and she turns a meteor into a Hoshiina to destroy the girls.

Nuts tries to contact them with the Milky Note but it doesn’t work. Princess Crepe imbues it with some magic, allowing them to reach Nozomi et al. Cure Dream tells Kurumi to stay away and keep the Rose Pact safe.

Princess Crepe affirms that this is the right course of action for a caretaker, to protect Coco and Nuts, but Kurumi argues that her duty is to all the citizens of Palmier, and the cures have also enabled a lot of joy among the citizens, so in fact helping them is part of her duties. Crepe agrees, satisfied that Kurumi can live up to her responsibilities.

Kurumi writes a letter to Nozomi and pours her strong feelings into it, allowing Mailpo to track it to its destination in the moon palace.

Milky Rose saves the day and teams up with Cure Dream, each of them protecting each other’s backs from the meteors thrown by the monster. The other girls also partner up. They then grab large boulders and throw them back at the Hoshiina, stunning it long enough for Rose to use Milky Rose Blizzard. The fantasy world fades away.

Back at Natts House, Nozomi and Kurumi make peace while everyone enjoys the moon viewing with traditional dango. Unfortunately Nuts feels very down because he sees his invention as a failure and believes he’s of no value to the Precures, and so the episode ends on a melancholy note.

The Analysis

What I Liked

The fight between Nozomi and Kurumi is, on the surface, about the necessity of Princess Kaguya returning to the moon in the story. Obviously it’s actually about Coco and Nuts returning to Palmier after the girls defeat Eternal, and that’s a good conversation to be had.

We finally get insight into why the Director wants to get the Rose Pact and gain entry to the Cure Rose Garden: he loves Flora.

Anacondy pining over the director also sheds some light on her.

The pattern of the monarchs helping out one of the main fairies continues. It seems Princess Crepe is mostly here to help Kurumi/Milk understand her responsibilities as a caretaker. This episode has a decent arc, with Kurumi admitting that she wants to be a part of the action as her way of protecting the Palmier Kingdom.

The visuals of the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter are nice, both the backgrounds mimicking traditional paintings as well as the new costumes for the girls. Also, the girls get transformation scenes in their fancy outfits which is always a plus in my book.

Nuts’s angst will set the stage for the next episode.

Nozomi gets a cheeky line in about being the rabbit of the moon (tsuki no usagi). With Sailor Moon being a likely inspiration for the team dynamic and characterization of this series, that’s a good nod and I’m sure someone has been waiting to make that joke.

What I Didn’t Like

Nozomi and Kurumi’s debate about Princess Kaguya was obviously more about Coco and Nuts leaving, and while that was acknowledged in the narrative briefly, I would have liked more discussion. While it’s true it was mostly resolved last season, now that they’re back, there could be more to say on the subject. The ending is inevitable but talking about it is a good thing.

This is the first time Anacondy has indicated she has feelings for the Director, and I wish that had come up sooner. It might have made her a more interesting character up to this point.

It’s not clear what Shibiretta’s plan was. A big part of the fight is that the Hoshiina can break apart and reform itself, and bombard the team with meteors. It had the upper hand until Kurumi showed up, but I feel as though the girls could have fought their way out with a similar strategy as they ultimately employed.

This episode and the next really should have been a proper two-parter, as they approach similar ideas regarding Kurumi and Nuts’s roles in the team.

MIscellaneous

As mentioned last time, the ending has changed to “Ganbalance de Dance ~Relay of Hope.” I wrote about it here.

Nuts tapping away on the Milky Note like it’s a laptop is amusing when it only has about 4 buttons.

Even the animators were like “We have no idea what to do with this.”

There is an animation error near the beginning of the episode. In the group shot of Coco’s class, the girl to the left of Kurumi has bits of the desk behind her sticking through her head.

Also, spot the main characters

The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter is the oldest written Japanese story. It’s about a princess from the moon who comes to live with a bamboo cutter’s family. When she grows up she is very beautiful and sought far and wide, but she turns away all suitors. Eventually she has to return to the moon kingdom. As usual, very little of the story is actually used in the episode, it’s just set dressing.

Moon viewing, or tsukimi, is a traditional fall activity in Japan with a lot of traditions associated with it, some of which are shown in this episode like the special dango and the pampas grass. This tradition has been seen in Precure before in Splash Star 34. 

Nozomi (and Urara) being “Rabbits of the Moon” is a reference to a different piece of folklore. Much like how western cultures see a man in the moon, Asian cultures see a rabbit in the moon.

Based on this episode and some reveals down the road, there is a theory that the Director and Flora are Syrup’s true parents, which would potentially explain why Eternal is after him.

Princess Crepe acts as a decent mentor figure in this episode. She still taunts Kurumi a bit but it’s in the interest of bettering her.

Milk does not appear in her fairy form in this episode.

Conclusion

It’s a decent episode with grand aspirations. Unfortunately it falls flat for me. Tying the moon viewing into the tale of Princess Kaguya was a good transition, but as always they didn’t do enough with the premise. I will say that Kurumi got a nice scene at sunset, where she talked with Syrup and Crepe. It builds up her and Nuts’s arc that will be resolved in the next episode, about the disparity between her duties as a caregiver and her responsibilities as the Blue Rose. We’ll explore that more next time. Otherwise, it’s a holiday episode that doesn’t really do much with the holiday it’s given.

Next time, on Precure Daily, Milky Rose gets a powerup! Look forward to it!

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Was trolling around and came across this beautiful meme and thought...well hey...idea

The idea turned more into a story the more I wrote, my apologies 😅, and said story starts off with Aaron ( Caretaker) and Devana (Whumpee).

Scene Prompt 16!

Cw: at the end its made like a character dies but the mushroom is magical, be that as it may it is still a character death mention until effects kicks in just in case that affects anyone

*I have edited best I could, it is really lengthy teehee 

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"You ready to go on an adventure?"

Devana turned to the voice of her best friend, Aaron, entering the kitchen while she finished tying off her hiking boots.

"You bet. Say, are you Sam or Frodo in this analogy?"

"Definitely Sam."

"So, mushrooms...where does one find the mooshy wittle mushrooms." Aaron spared a gleeful side-eye as they both exited her house and made for the woods out back.

Aaron knew a lot about plants, trees and yes, mushrooms, as well as how to make all sorts of things from them.

Devana figured it was a requirement of being a witch and part of living and learning the natural world.

Ever since learning the secret of all things that go bump in the night and that her best friend had learned a trick or two, not quite harry potter style but no less awesome, suggesting she tag along with him on these foraging excursions was a way she could learn more about his world.

Not just for curiosity's sake, though she had an academic urge to learn and sponge as much as he offered to share, but it was because they've been besties since elementary school and she couldn't fathom a part her life, or his, where they didn't share or take part in the other's.

"So, I've lost you to the zone have I?" Aaron chuckled as he led her down the familiar forest path they took as kids to the creek.

"Yeah. Didn't think we were heading for the creek today..." The sun shrine through the canopy of the trees as the wind picked up and gently rustled the leaves. She loved being out in the woods.

"Well you brought up mushrooms and I am looking for a particular kind..." Aaron paused and turned back to look at her as if silently questioning. But she knew what it meant and burst out giggling and doubled over.

"No way! You're looking for actual magic mushrooms?"

"How astute of you to deduce this."

Devana laughed even harder while he rolled his eyes at her and dug in his pack for a few seconds before pulling out a small book and tossing it over to her.

"Page 34, that's the mushroom. I'm making, or attempting rather, an invisibility potion." He explained while running a nervous hand through his ashen blonde hair.

Devana had turned to the page and skimming the paragraphs, noting the illustrations of the mushroom he wanted as well as his nerves.

"Question."

"Yes, my young Palawan learner?" He tried to tease with a half upturned smile.

"Why you nervous and in need of an invisibility potion?" She closed the book and walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder so he was turned to face her.

"Are you in trouble with the ooga boogas?"

He gave her a wan smile and turned fully to face her as he placed both hands on her shoulders.

" I'm fine Dev, I swear. The potion isn't for me it's to help a friend of mine. One who haven't met yet cuz he's...well, a bit dangerous right now. He's in deep shit and I wanna have this potion on standby. Among other things..."

"So he's the one surrounded by the ooga boogas. Hence the deep shit?"

Aaron let go and resumed walked leaving her to follow before he finally answered.

"He's the king of the ooga boogas, Dev."

She let out a whistle and opened the book back up to page 34 and looked over information again.

There was also no way he'd elaborate further. She knew she could only ask questions about plants and fungi and animals. Oh and weather stuff and how he was able to manipulate it. But that was it.

"What happened to you just hugging trees and petting rocks?"

Aaron whipped around at her but she jumped out of the way laughing as they rough-housed for a bit before resuming their magic mushroom search.

"According to your book, it's blue and it likes water...probably why it's blue if I remember your lessons on color associations and symbolisms in the natural world."

Aaron smirked and feigned surprised at her as they finally arrived at her family's creek.

"You have been paying attention!"

"I wasn't just being curious for the sake of discovering your witchy secret. I'm you're best friend, family, I want to be a part of your world and help you any way I can Aaron."

Devana started scoping the banks of the creek for the elusive mushroom while he processed this but she continued anyway.

"I know you keep me out of it, and living out here in the middle of the woods on the family homestead makes it easy to do. But I only call the scary things 'ooga boogas' because you keep me too ignorant to call them by anything else."

"Dev... I'm trying to keep you alive. Keep you human at least." Aaron wasn't doing much looking, focused more so on his best friend with her back turned to him who was more hurt than he realized.

"Ignorance isn't protection. It's not bliss." She was only half looking at the moment, walking down the side of the creek while keeping her back to him. Devana didn't want him to see how mad she was. No, not mad, hurt.

"You're right, it's not. But there are rules, laws.. you're not even supposed to know the amount of information that you do! It's enough to sentence you to death!"

Devana looked up then at him as realization registered on her features.

"But I don't know anyone else, I only know you..."

"And by law that's enough. There's so much you don't know Dev, please understand I'm doing this for your protection. Not out of spite or anything. "

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before placing her hands on her hips while he went "uh oh" and braced himself.

"I'm not going to pretend to understand. I'm going to continue to be your bestie, we are gonna find this mooshy mushroom cause I'm starting to feel frustrated that we haven't yet and I also want to go finish my chores for the day. Crack open a book, eat a burger or something...I don't know...." She trailed off, her eyes wandering back to the creek.

Aaron offered a small reassuring smile and handed her some of the trail mix he packed in the bag.

"I'm sorry Dev."

"Don't be." She gave him a smile back and resumed the search as he waded through the creek to reach the other side. "Besides, you're hands are pretty much tied I guess. Can't fault you there really."

"You're being awfully nice, all things considered. Thought you might make me beg for awhile yet?" He questioned her cautiously as he was bent over in the dirt, digging into the embankment.

Devana, herself was bent over the embankment on her side of the creek searching for the mushroom, as she chuckled to herself.

" I would but the realization that you're treating and managing me like my parents when you promised not to is payback enough."

She chuckled harder when he audibly groaned as the truth sunk in.

"The creek, Dev! I'm so sorry... I wasn't thinking..." She heard him wading back over as she spied the bright blue top of the star of the day and sidestepped him to go collect it instead. "I was so consumed by my needs I forgot about yours. You say you're fine all the time but I should know better-"

Aaron was cut off by a voice a weight sunk his chest.

"-Well look who's out in the woods all alone and without the protection of his king..."

They both turned to the new voice entering the conversation as a well dressed man in a suit, looking more like a cross between an account and a bodyguard, continued to speak.

"...time for you to die now, witch."

"Aaron run!" Devana grabbed his arm and tried to pull him in a direction to run. Any direction.

"It won't matter and I'm not leaving you Dev so don't tell me to do that again." He yanked his arm free and stepped between the beefcake accountant and his best friend.

"Cute, but I have a job to do and it is completed upon you're death" With that the beefcake accountant rushed forward in a blur of speed that neither of them could keep pace with and grabbed Devana by the neck and tore into her with his teeth, a feral like sound escaping him while a shrill scream escaped her.

Aaron whipped around as lightening sparked from his fingers and spread up his arms as his hair raised with the electricity.

Sensing this, and the rising magic and anger in the witch, the vampire beefcake accountant tossed Devana behind him and further dismissed her as he rushed the young witch to do battle.

Devana had landed on the embankment with the mushroom within reach. It's bright, almost clear blue color almost glowing. As the sounds of fighting reached her and the throbbing in her neck reminding her she was alive, she would have chalked the glowing of the mushroom up to blood loss.

Until she heard the whispers.

With Aaron out of her peripheral vision she had no idea if he was using his harry potter magic juju stuff or if he was getting his throat ripped out like just she did.

But the whispers assured her he was okay. That they could save her, heal her....

Aaron dispatched of the vampire beefcake accountant, leaving his limbs strewn about the forest floor in his anger before finally coming to his senses and looking around for his friend. "Devana? Dev?Dev?!"

He spied her body sprawled across the embankment and ran over to her. Just in time to see her eat the blue mushroom.

"Devana! No, what are you doing?" He fell to her side and saw the blood pooled around her, the gaping twin holes her neck were jagged and fresh blood still flowed from the wound.

Quickly applying pressure as she weakly blinked up at him, she placed a hand on his reassuringly as tried to stem the flow of blood.

"It's okay, the mooshy said so...I couldn't leave you...when you...were in-in danger.."

"You ate it, Dev, that potion is poured onto objects or persons to render them invisible. It's not to be ingested. The mushroom is poison! Do you understand me? Supernaturally poisonous"

"Or blue raspberry flavored...which it was..by the way.."

"What?!"

"The mooshy...mushroom...tastes like...blue raspberry...slushies...from the movies..."

"Dev? Stay with me okay, you can't go. You have to stay with me." Aaron kept one hand on her neck wound to keep the pressure on as the blood continue to drain from her body.

His other hand pulled out his phone as the voice of his friend's secretary answered the call. Mentally cursing to himself for dialing the work number and not his private number, he forced himself to keep composure.

"Please inform the king that it is Aaron calling from his mobile, I would like to discuss the terms of our agreement for the upcoming event. Also, tell him to pack an umbrella. It's raining."

Hanging up the phone he looked down at Devana's face, who looked as if she had fallen asleep, but he knew better.

He could no longer feel her life force and he had no idea if she died from the wounds caused by the vampire attack or by the magic mushroom that let her relive her favorite childhood memory with her parents at the movies.

And as the tears fell down from his face onto hers it was indeed raining.

Unknown to Aaron was that the magic in the mushroom did more than conceal objects and people and allow them to relive fond memories...

#whump community #whump scenario #scene prompt #blue raspberry flavor #way longer than i expected it to be #will be back to edit #all i did was see a meme and go ope storytime #human whumpee #witch caretaker #beware the ooga boogas #Devana and Aaron my ocs #vampire whump #caretaker x whumpee #whump prompt #protective caretaker #writer community #writing #my ocs

[unknowncountrygirl]

Country Roads: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Gingerbread and 34th Street

Iris followed behind Ben towards the sweets shop. Inside Iris smiled bright, there were barrels filled with muggle candies, a woman behind a glass window making some sort of chocolate concoction, a man to her left was working on peanut brittle, and a machine behind them was pulling taffy. Ben lead her towards the back where there were glass cases filled with more confections, chocolate covered marshmallows, candy, caramel, and the chocolate dipped apples.

The apples were so much more extravagant then she thought they would be. There were some dipped and rolled in sprinkles, some rolled in small candies or nuts. Then others had variations of chocolates, milk, dark, and white. Another had chocolate antlers and a red candy nose to look like a reindeer, yet another was dipped in white with an added marshmallow and decorated to look like a snowman that she deduced was white chocolate. That one, is what I want, she thought to herself.

“Do you see a flavor you like?” A girl asked, then exclaimed, “Ben! Oh Ben it's so good o see you! I didn't know you came back into town!”

“Yeah, I got back into town yesterday.” He told her. Iris pried her eyes from the candies and looked towards the girl who was talking to Ben. A flood of jealousy ran through her veins. She was batting her eyes and twirling her finger through her hair while she talked to him. She was taller then Iris, with short brown hair, and had on a hat that seemed to be part of her uniform

“Hi, I'm Iris.” She interjected and held out her hand for greeting.

“Oh, I'm Melody.” She took Iris's hand and the look of panic that crossed over Ben's features was noticed by both girls. “I think we have Ben a bit speechless.” She whispered to the blonde.

“Yes, so it would seem, care to make his squirm?”

“It's my favorite thing to do.” Sarah winked back. Iris had quickly turned from jealous to enjoying this girls company. “So you two go to school together?”

“We do, I assume you are friends from living here in the village?”

“Oh I've known Ben since we were in nappies!”

“I bet you have all sorts of stories you could tell me about baby Ben then!”

“I would love to! You free later to meet for tea?”

“Um-” Ben tried to interject.

“I could be!” Iris smiled right back.

“I don't think-” He tried again.

“I can tell you all about his school days!” Iris chirped, knowing she would have to leave some out. Ben was turning a shade of pink that Iris hadn't seen since their first year of school. This was delectable. He reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a few muggle bills and all but them across the counter, grabbed the bag, and muttered keep the change Melody, then pushed Iris out of the shop.

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When they returned back to the Copper home, Ben darted upstairs to hide the apples and other trinkets that he had purchased while Iris wondered into the kitchen to see what his Mother and Grandmother were up to.

“What are you making?” She asked as the two were both hunched over bowls with a brownish color.

“Oh good! You're home in time to make gingerbread.”

“Gingerbread?” Iris inquired, “what's that?”

“You've never had gingerbread before?” Nana asked her, looking sincerely beside herself. Iris shook her head, “oh heavens! Grab the other cookie cutters!” She all but ran around the table to a cabinet to grab a bag of assorted silver cookie cutters. Ben came down and was suddenly greeted with, “Iris has never had gingerbread before!”

“They don't have gingerbread in the Wizarding world, as far as I know.” Ben supplied.

“We have to remedy it! She's seventeen and has never made a gingerbread house, or people, or decorated the cookies, madness! Absolute madness!” Nana chutted under her breath and Iris figured this must be something very important to have her this upset.

“Is this a muggle tradition?” She asked as she started sifting through the bag looking at all the different cookie shapes.

“It is. Generally gingerbread is hard and honestly gross to eat.” Ben told her. Iris slowly turned her head with an expression of then why do you eat it? “Nana makes a hard cookie so we can build the houses and such-”

“Build houses? Muggles build houses with a cookie?” Iris exclaimed.

“Well, little houses, not full size houses.” Ben told her.

“There actually is a place not far from here, a big city that has full size gingerbread houses built and decorated though. Maybe next year we could go?” Mrs. Copper offered. Ben froze, because he could see the wicked grin from where his mother was looking down at the cookie dough. She had just sneakily opened the door for Iris to come back for the next Christmas but he wasn't sure if Iris would-

“Really! I would love that!” The blonde exclaimed, “like you can go inside them?”

“You don't even know what they are yet.” Ben smiled at her and her childlike glee.

“But it sounds fun!”

“Well it's time you learn about gingerbread. Ben was telling you I make a hard cookie so we can build the houses to decorate, but my secret recipe is that I make soft cookies to decorate and eat-”

“Hold on, you said when you have told everyone in the family that the only way they will get your soft cookie recipe is over your dead body!” Ben had an accusatory sound in his voice. “I've always wanted to know the recipe and now you're sharing with Iris?”

“Well I have to tell my Sioux chef, and besides she's not technically family so she can't boast to your cousins... Yet.” Iris was being handed a apron to protect her sweater and looked wide eyed and happy in a way that Ben hadn't seen in years. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, content in just watching his mother, Nana, and Iris make the dough. His job was to roll it out and held transfer it to the cookie sheet for baking.

The rest of the afternoon, until Mr. Copper returned home from work was spent baking and decorating the gingerbread houses and cookies. Iris had picked out cookie cutters in the shapes of reindeer and trees, and decorated a couple gingerbread people in addition to her other shapes. Ben stayed mostly quite, happily adding to the conversation when need be. Iris was chomping at the bit to try one of the cookies, covered in white icing and candies. He had always known that she had a sweet tooth, she would come back from days spent in Hogsmead with a large paper bag filled with sweets, most she would share, others she would not such as sugar quills.

When the cookies had cooled, Nana all but asked Ben to use the old video recorder to capture Iris's first bites of her famous gingerbread cookies. Mr. Copper had came home in time to hear his mother chatter on about the horror of Iris never having gingerbread and that she was going to remedy it. Ben watched his father smile, knowing that his mother was high strung when it came to her Christmas cookies.

Iris didn't hesitate to take a huge bite, so that she had every single bite of the toppings she could. Her eyes lit up and practically danced as she chewed and Nana nearly glowed with pride. He swore Iris almost cried at the taste, and part of him wondered if it was the taste or the fact that someone had loved her enough to make her something from scratch that would take so much more effort then something made with the flick of a wand.

While Nana, Iris, and his dad sat around the table eating the cookies, they regaled her with Nana's past blue ribbons that she has won at the Christmas bake off. Ben helped his mother make up a batch of hot cocoa for everyone to enjoy with their cookies, around Christmas there was no such thing as to many sweets.

“So what are you going to make this year, Nana?” Iris inquired.

“Oh I haven't entered in years.”

“Why? Was it to easy to win the blue ribbon?” The blonde smiled as Ben handed her a cup of the steaming cocoa, which she nearly chugged before he could return with his father's cup.

“Sort of. They actually promoted me to being a judge.” Nana told her.

“Really? That's so exciting!” Iris told her enthusiastically. “That must be such a fun job.”

“Well, there's a opening for a judge, would you like to be our guest this year and help me?” Nana asked her.

“Would I!” Ben wasn't sure any human had the right to have their voice go that high, yet Iris had nearly shattered the glasses. “That sounds like the most amazing thing ever!”

“I'm so happy you think so, dear. We can go down to the town square and make the arrangements tomorrow morning, but it has to be bright and early.”

“Sure! Absolutely! No problem!” She exclaimed eagerly. Mrs. Copper smiled and leaned over to her son,

“they sure get along well.”

“Iris is the granddaughter that Nana always wanted.” Ben only half joked.

He had watched his Nana over the years as he came home wither, and he always worried on the train home if he would return and find her frail and sickly. This was the first time in years she seemed so full of life and joy, and honestly it was the first time he had saw her so filled with spirit since his grandfather had passed away. In a few hours, Nana and Iris had bloomed in each other's company, and it made him smile. He hoped Iris would come back for Christmas, but now he hoped she would return for Nana's sake as well as his.

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Ben and Iris lounged on the couch after everyone else went to bed. He had put on Miracle on 34th street, which was American but he had grown up watching it nonetheless. Iris dabbed at her face with a tissue and yet she couldn't stop watching it while sipping on the last cup of cocoa.

“I don't want to go back to Hogwarts.” She suddenly blurted. Ben twisted his head over and met her gaze. She was absolutely serious. He pressed the pause button and turned towards her.

“What do you mean you don't want to go back?” He asked her.

“I don't want to go back. I don't remember the last time I have been this happy, Ben. Maybe when I was a child?” She told him. “I didn't know parents could be this warm and loving, and I never got to know my grandparents, they were all in Azkaban or St. Mungos and died there. I never thought that I could be this happy again, and I have never felt so much peace.”

He listened to every word she spoke, and part of his heart broke for her. He had seen it, the mounting tension in her shoulders put upon her by friends, teachers, Dumbledore, Mad Eye, and all the school work and school duties. Honestly he was surprised she managed with so much grace as she did.

“I'm tired... I'm tired of being blamed for when things go wrong, I'm tired of having to take the fall for everyone, I'm tired of having things put upon me that have nothing to do with me. You know McGonagal blamed me for the portraits leaving their paintings because Badea painted a mural of the Three Broomsticks? I got blamed for that! Somehow I had to be the one to run around school writing fucking poetry and riddles and mending hurt feelings between the portraits, all the while still trying to juggle my school studies!” He had remembered that, and honestly he was a bit put off that McGonagal had somehow blamed Iris for what the paintings decided to do. “Then I got blamed by Torvus for upsetting nature in the forest! What was I suppose to do!” Iris continued to air her grievances and he listened to every word she said, surprised by some of the things that he didn't know she had been forced to fix or been forced into.

“We only have a few more months, we are in our seventh year Iris.” Ben tried to assure her. It was selfish but he wanted her there to finish their schooling. She rubbed her face, focusing on her forehead.

“The logical part of me knows that, but then what? I get forced into being an Auror? Or I do what I want and follow and Herbology career, but be guilted everyday for my decision because I'm wasting my talents on plants. Or do I go and become a healer and see sadness, sickness, and death everyday?”

“It's not selfish to make yourself happy.” Ben told her. “My grandpa used to say that the people who matter won't care, and those that care don't matter. Your friends who love you know that your passion is in Herbology and Botany, and they will support you. People who think you should be an Auror or a Healer just because you are exceptionally gifted at Magic, and not because you like it, don't matter because they don't actually care about you, they care about what you can do.”

Iris was silent for a few seconds before she nodded.

“Thank you, Ben.” She nodded. “So if I decided to say screw it all, and move here into your home village... You'd support me?” Iris asked him. He felt his heart start to pound, and his stomach begin to feel sick.

“If that was what you wanted, then yes.” He told her. “All I want is for you to find happiness and if that is planting flowers in a Muggle village then ok. I get where you're coming from, I see everything that has been put upon you and all that has been expected from you even if it has nothing to do with you.”

“I appreciate that, truly.” She smiled and reached her hand over to give his a squeeze. “And thank you for inviting me into your home. I know that I've only been here a few days but I love it here. I love your family, I love this village, and dogs, and Christmas cookies.”

“And I can speak for my family when I say that we love having you here.”

“Why did you invite me?” She inquired, “I mean it's been so sweet to be here, but I just wonder why now? You've seemed so hell bent on being a powerful Wizard and you had even made a comment years ago that you scared your parents. Instead of keeping up that image of yourself you brought me here, and I've seen you drink cocoa out of frilly cups and roll out cookie dough with your Grandmother. Hardly something a hardened wizard would do.”

“Maybe because I've realized it is all just an image, a facade and charade I've been playing.” He admitted to her. “I love the Wizarding world, how could one not? But I do still love my muggle side, and my family.” He felt like the room was closing in on him, and Iris's hand felt like fire on his own. The conversation had lead it's way to this naturally, he hadn't had to force anything or come to some dramatic build up. “I wanted you see me, like the real me, here, in my home where I have mixed my two worlds together. I had hoped... I had hoped you would see me differently.” His voice was quieter.

“What do you mean differently?” She questioned with a surprisingly even voice, not letting any emotion through.

“I-” Iris watched as his adam's apple bobbed, and he forced out the words. “I wanted you to see that I'm not inadequate or cruel, I'm not strong like Barnaby, or brave like Charlie, but I have other things to offer...”

“Ben.” She started, but he cut her off.

“No, I'm- If I don't say it now, I don't think I ever will.” He asserted, turning his hand over to wrap his fingers around hers. “I've done things I didn't want to do, because of you. I've endured things, because of you. If it wasn't for you, I would have left Hogwarts the first few weeks, but you made it bearable, you made it worth it. I did what I did because I thought it would help you, that behaving that way would protect you, and it all blew up disastrously. I wanted so desperately to keep you from harm that I became the thing that caused you the most pain.” He ran his hands over his head, and ruffled his hair. Iris noticed how badly his hands were shaking. “I've liked you since I was twelve, Iris, but now that I'm older I know in here,” he jabbed his fingers on his chest, “I know that I love you, I don't know how I know, I just know.”

Iris felt hot tears threatening to pour over, and tried desperately to blink them back. She pushed herself up from her languid position, placed her mug on the table, and slid across the couch to close the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ben held onto her so tightly it almost hurt.

“I had hoped...” Iris whispered in a tight voice, holding back emotion. “I had hoped so much that you felt something, even anything, for me.”

“Are you joking? Iris I have been crazy about you for years.” He assured her, running his hand over her hair and down her back. She pulled back and cupped his face in her hands, and gave him a gentle but heartfelt kiss, something he had only ever dreamed about when he laid his head down at night.

In the light of the colorful Christmas lights, with Edmund Gwenn and John Payne paused on screen, Ben received possibly the most important Christmas gift he could have ever dreamed of.

#hphm ben #hphm #ben copper x jacobs sibling #ben copper x mc #ben copper imagine #hphm ben copper #ben copper

[devil666lovesblog]

Between Linux and sex

I do harbor a lot of sexual fantasies, I watch my neighbor's girl grow from little kid to adolescent, and from playing with dolls to playing with Android smartphone, from kindergarten to Primary to Secondary now, then I wonder what would the world became if I took the initiative to lure her and fuck her?

I have a greatest weapon: my Linux computer which never ever halt (before I got the 'new' desktop computer manufacture at 2003), I remember the heyday when she came to my home and play with my desktop, I am not fully satisfied with Ubuntu's performance at that time, but I am happy at the sight of a little girl playing my computer. If I ever take the initiative to squeeze her ass, I am sure she would say: If you let me play then you can do whatever you like to me, instead of 'Don't touch me.' Then I would squeeze her ass with both hands and later with one hand go through her short pants and touch her hole directly. Poor girls tend to learn about sexuality much earlier than Middle class or rich girls.

What would happen later I suppose is when this girl is being touched in the sensitive area in her pubic zone, because she is enjoying the game and very much wants my desktop computer at that time, she won't be dissatisfied with it. Human sense and psychological reactions are much more flexible than animals, so she even implicitly admits to me that she sucks a lot of dicks in exchange for some incentives. Of course, those uncles are drug junkies so they won't last for 3 minutes, one can imagine the fun and excitement when such a little girl who is tasting a dick before testing steaks, and when they get her a Coke then she would 'drink' from the dick first while they are touching her all over until all is cum in her mouth, and extra cash if she swallows the serum then kiss the dick.

She live in a public housing there is a performance based credit system, i.e. if you violate the rules for living there by throwing rubbish outside the window, wet cloths dripping outside the kitchen, take drug inside the apartment or smoke in the corridor, or bring stranger that other neighbors don't like, it would deduce parts of the credit until which the Housing Authority kick you out and you no enjoy the cheap rent. As I am writing this I realize her mother(an ex drug junkie) basically violates every single rule and she is universally disliked. For living here for six years she doesn't even make one friend from the neighbor.

So it is not that difficult to find enough evidence to kick her and her mother out. Imagine I let her know all those evidences against her, she would beg me with her budding bodies to keep her here. Then I won't ask her just to suck my dick, I would push her to the bed then take her underwear off, slap her face several times until she submitted to me. Then I command her take off your shirts or otherwise you family go back to streets so other may rape you and you suck dicks for life. She unwillingly takes off her Secondary school uniform, I see two budding breasts and tasting them like eating small pineapples, then my fingers are circling her clitoris. It became moistened, then I spread her legs and forced my dick in her little canal. Before she has a chance to protest I am already deep inside her vagina. She felt a huge thing inside her stomach. Then I said: If you don't reach orgasm I would keep fucking you and cum till you are pregnant. She tries to enjoy my monster in her tiny hole. I push myself in and out, out and in, and never let my dick complete outside her canal to give birth for the fear that she may push me away and run. I enjoy the sight of her enduring the pain then gradually enjoying the rubbing of my dick inside her organ of pleasure. As she gave up resisting I pushed both of her legs and let she have my shoulders while I have my way in. Later I tried the missionary position, and when she was less painful she sat on top of me facing me naked with her moving up and down. Her holes are looking for more and more pleasure from my dick, soon she is face to face with me. I am kissing her while she rolls back and fro like a baby. Later both of us are sitting facing each other with her legs crossed at my back, she is moving vertically while I am rotating my dick in another dimension. Soon enough I felt a squeezing from her vagina greater than my squeezing of her breasts, I tasted both of her hardened nipples then I gave off my cum inside her womb. Her face is completely redden and has a look that is lost in the pleasure, she moaned in a highly suppressed tone. I said: You enjoy a huge dick inside and you enjoy me cumming inside, so sex slave you will have my dick and my cum everyday whatever I demand it. Afterward she used her mouth to clean up my dick with a devilish smile on her face. When it is harden again I fuck her several more times when she is in the bathroom seat, when she is in the kitchen (with her head facing the window  outside), when I bang her with her head on the door and the door half opened...etc. Imagine the day I fuck her in the corridor, on the bus, on the stairs nearby and on the handicapped toilet. I would fuck her till she is pregnant and she would beg for my dick inside her pregnant womb every single fucking day, so imagine that much better life. Life without fucking is fucking not a life.

[fangirlings-things]

Rescheduled Lesson

❦ PART. II

Fandom: Enola Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x female reader

Word count: 3K

anon said: Can I request a Sherlock x reader where she visited Enola often when Sherlock left on long cases, so they became good friends? And when Enola runs away to find her mom, she goes to stay with the reader, which Sherlock deduces and tries to get her to let him find Enola and talk to her? -&

A/N: this request was amazing and I loved every bit of it!!! I put all my inspiration in this, tried to make the personality of the character good, so I hope you like this piece, love, I did my best!! (also I’m thinking about a part 2? if you guys like it let me know, I would be delighted to write it) (had to repost guys, I'm sorry!!)

also, the tag list for this fandom is open!!!

gif credit: @henrycavilledits

❧ You knew the Holmes family was nothing like the other families that lived in the countryside. The father had died many years before. The two oldest sons had already left home, to live their lives and follow the careers they desired. On that incredibly big house, where once lived a family, there was only a mother and her youngest child left. Perhaps the fact that you yourself was considered a little off by other people, was the fact that made you become friends with them.

You lived completely alone, surrounded by books in a small house. Your life was made of studying, researching and writing texts about science. You loved it, great authors of the matter being your inspiration. You tried to learn their teachings and with luck, wanted others to learn as well. You almost couldn’t believe when one day in the middle of a sunny afternoon, Eudoria Holmes had showed up at your door and invited you to her house, where she asked you to be Enola’s science teacher. She educated her daughter not for society, but for herself, so that she could find her own path when she came to grow up. That instantly made you respect that woman and accept her offer.

Twice a week you would go to the Holmes’s house and spend hours and more hours teaching the girl. Darwin, Copernicus, Newton, Galilei. She was eager to know and you were eager to teach her. She was the first student you had that actually wanted to learn and that was amazing. Made you proud and happy, more than you could say. At the evening, Eudoria would ask you to stay for dinner. You would put lessons aside and talk and laugh together. They were like your family, the one you didn’t had.

You were always excited for the days of teaching Enola to come soon. They were your absolute favorites of the week. In the beginning of the afternoon of one of those days, you had been incredibly surprised by a knock on your front door while you gathered the books you would make the girl read and study. Frowning, because you never had visitors or received letters, you went to attend the door.

And when you opened it, you saw that your visitor was Enola herself.

“Hi, Miss (Y/L/N)” the girl smiled at you, a little forced smile that instantly made your frown grow deeper. She was wearing boy’s clothes, even a hat, and her long brown hair had been hidden inside of it. “I’m afraid today’s lesson will have to be rescheduled”

“Enola, what…” you began, confused. You had seen her dressed in boy’s clothes before around her house, that wasn’t a big deal. She did find them more comfortable, she had told you before. But the fact that she concealed her hair as if she wanted to hide it and the expression on her face, something that you couldn’t quite identify but resembled urgency, was enough for you to get anxious.

“Please, Miss (Y/L/N), can I come in? I promise I’ll explain everything you want to know” she pleaded, eyes locked on yours as she did so. The tone on her voice made you nod and take a step to the side, locking the door once she was already inside. “I had never been here. Your house is really amazing” the girl seemed overwhelmed by all the books and unfinished texts you had around, laying on tables and shelves.

“Thank you” you said, mind still running fast as you tried to understand what was happening. You walked after the girl, that had advanced until she reached the next room of your house, one who only had two couches and a table. “Enola, what is going on?” her face instantly lost the admiration she was having for your belongings. Her eyes went to the floor, and she went silent. That made you sight. “Enola, you promise you would explain. And you know you can trust me”

That seemed to make her come around, because she sighted as you had just did and sat at one of your couches. Or better, she laid down on it, placing her head over a pillow and focusing her eyes on the roof. Her hands were joined over her chest. “I came here because I wanted to hide, Miss (Y/L/N). I’m running away”

Your eyes went wide at that declaration and you sat on the other couch, realizing that would probably be a long conversation. “Enola! Think about your mother! She loves you. Your disappearance will hurt her deeply”

“No, no, I’m not running away from my mother. I’m running away to find her” the girl sat straight on the couch, eyes meeting yours again like they had before at the door. She could see the confusion in your eyes grow by each word she spoke. “My mother went missing a few days ago, Miss (Y/L/N). She didn’t say goodbye or said where she was going. She only left me clues, here and there that I’ll have to use to find her”

Worry got a hold of you, the same worry you had recognized on Enola’s eyes. Eudoria. Where would she have gone? Was she fine? Not knowing you realized, was terrible. As you thought about what Enola had just said, another question got to your mind. “If your mother is missing, who are you running away from, Enola?”

“My brothers. Sherlock and Mycroft. Well, especially Mycroft, because he wants to send me to a finishing school, that prepares young women for society” the clear disgust in her voice would have made you laugh if you weren’t so worried.

“Where will you go to find your mother, Enola? What plans do you have? Do you want me to go with you?” all questions left your mouth in such a rush, that it seemed like you had just spit out the words one after the other.

The young girl smiled kindly and got up, going to sit right next to you on the couch you were on. She grabbed your hands in hers gently and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you for offering to go with me, to support me, Miss (Y/L/N). Is more than my own brothers have done. But this is something I have to do alone, I have to be the one to find her and know why she left. And I think that the less you know, the better it will be”

Oh, that girl. You smiled while you looked at her. Eudoria had raised her to be a force of nature and had achieved that goal, brilliantly. You squeezed her hands back in affection. “When will you leave?”

“At sundown today” she said, so quickly that you realized she had already thought about everything. At least, on that phase of that 'plan' to find her dear mother. “Will walk to the train station, not the closest one but the next, and get on the first train in the morning tomorrow. In this way, I’m quite sure my brothers won’t be able to understand my intentions soon enough as to catch me”

“Very well” you passed your arms around her and hugged her tight, sighting. “Let’s get you some food for your journey, then. If you find Eudoria and she finds out I let you almost starve I’ll get in trouble”

Enola laughed as she hugged you back.

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Enola had left at sundown of the previous day, just like she had said she would. Carrying nothing more than money her mother had left her, a bag of food you had given her and her favorite book of yours, Origin of Species, you had watched her walk away into the night alone, as her name backwards spelled.

You had spent the whole night incapable of sleeping, wondering if she was fine and if she hadn’t encountered any dangers as she travelled on foot. You worried so much but all you could do, was hope that she would stay safe and find her mother. Soon.

On the next day, you had spent the morning and the beginning of the afternoon distracted. Tried to complete some of your works, but couldn’t. Your mind would always go back to the gone girl and her well being.

You had frustratedly been trying to read the same page of one of your books for fifteen minutes, without being capable of keeping any attention on it, when for the second time in a long time, you heard knocks at the front door.

You got up instantly, leaving the book forgotten upon the closest table as you rushed to the door, already smiling at the thought at Enola had came around on her idea of going alone and was back to ask you to go with her.

When you opened the door though, you realized that it wasn’t Enola who had knocked. It had been a man. A man you had never seen before.

He was tall, it was the first thing you noticed. The fact that he had no beard, was the second. And then, details of him came rushing into your mind through your eyes. He had short, curly hair, bright eyes and memorable features. He wore a white shirt, a brown vest with small white details in it and a brown suit as well as trousers of the same color. No tie which was insula for men that well dressed.

“May I help you?” you frowned at him, holding the wooden door firmly with one of your hands. To receive the visit of men, had always made you nervous. You lived alone, after all, and the world was becoming a more violent place day by day.

“I hope so” he said, which such confidence on his voice that it actually made you raise your eyebrows at him. His eyes were fixed in you, analyzing your face with much intensity. Far more than you thought it would be appropriate. “I’m Sherlock Holmes. And I suppose you are Miss (Y/L/N), my sister’s science teacher”

You took a moment to watch him again, trying to put into your mind that the man in front of you was the Sherlock Holmes, the detective who was making a name on England, solving the most incredible and difficult cases on his own. After long seconds of silence where you only stared at each other, you cleaned your throat. “I am in fact Enola’s teacher, Mr. Holmes. How did you know?”

“I found her works, studies on great science authors. They all had writings on the borders where she constantly mentioned a desire to please and make a 'Miss (Y/L/N)' proud. It only took me a visit to one of the closest houses to ask who it was and get pointed in your house’s direction” he explained, in an impersonal tone quite fitting to a detective. He saw the incisive tone look you were giving him, filled with suspicion, and smiled slightly as he looked at his feet, before focusing his eyes back on yours. “I came here because Enola ran away from home, Miss (Y/L/N). And I think she would come here to see you if she needed help”

You sighted, looking into his eyes. You remembered Enola’s words, where she had told you Mycroft was the one who wanted to send her to a finishing school, the one who had made her run away. If that had been Mycroft Holmes at your door, you would have denied being her teacher or even knowing the girl, wanting to cut the conversation short. But that was Sherlock Holmes. Enola hadn’t expressed much anger towards him and honestly, he would for sure find out the truth on his own. He was the best detective there was in the nowadays. You tell him, would just spin faster the process and you would be able to send him away sooner.

“Come in, Mr. Holmes” you took a step aside, motioning for him to come in. He did, in slow calculated steps and once he was inside you closed the door, sighting. You expected him to say something, but he didn’t. Not at first. Instead he walked around just like Enola had done, eyes floating through the uncountable books you had, all in a complete mess over the tables, piles and more piles of them . “She was indeed here, your sister”

He turned his head to look at you, a genuine smile on his lips. “I was already certain of that” then he walked towards one of the tables, fingers running through one of works. The paper was a bit kneaded, but he didn’t seem to care. “The works you did with Enola, the amount of things she learned… they were quite impressive”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to contain your surprise to know you had impressed the most impressive man of all, Sherlock Holmes. You waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t, just kept on walking through the room and inspecting your things with his perceptive eyes. “I don’t know where she is, Mr. Holmes. She left many hours ago”

He placed his hands on the pockets of his trousers, turning completely to you the resemblance of his previous smile on his lips. “And I believe she didn’t tell you what were her plans?”

“No and if she had, I wouldn’t tell you” you said and went to sit on a chair, at the table he had been studying with his eyes previously.

“Mind if I take off my suit?” he asked simply. You just nodded for him to go on, not giving it much thought. He took off his brown suit in gracious movements, then placed it in one of the other empty chairs close by. “May I ask why you wouldn’t tell me my sister’s plans, Miss (Y/L/N), if you knew them?”

“Enola said your brother wants to send her to a finishing school” you replied, watching as one after the other, he folded the sleeves of his white shirt until they got close to his elbow. Unconsciously, you noticed how his muscles could be seen from under his shirt. “To try to turn such a brilliant, incredibly smart young girl into a 'lady society' would be a terrible mistake. She shouldn’t be forced to do it” at the end of that sentence, Sherlock Holmes had grabbed two books in his hands and after reading the tiles, he went to the shelves and started placing them there. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I am organizing your books, Miss (Y/L/N). In alphabetical order, of course. Like I’ve noticed you do after a quick inspection” he smiled at you again, placing those two in place. Then, he went to the table and grabbed a few more. “I personally agree with you. I don’t think Enola should be sent to such a place, but she is my brother’s ward. It is out of my hands” he read the titles, then turned around to return to the shelves. “I suppose you weren’t raised as a lady of society also, for you live by yourself apparently and your academic interests”

“You’re wrong” you said with a little smile taking a hold of your lips, and that made him stop organizing the books and look at you with a frown. She shouldn’t be wrong often. “I was raised to be a lady, until the point where my parents died. After that, I started to live on my own, for I had no more relatives. It gave me a chance to become who I wanted to be, instead of whom I was being carved into”

“You chose your own path” he said with a bigger smile this time and when you nodded in agreement, he returned his look at the shelves. “How did your parents die?”

“They were murdered” you tried to swallow the knot on your throat. Even though they had been controlling parents to the most when regarding your future, they were still your parents, and you loved and missed them. “The police never found out by whom”

“The police can be quite… inefficient” he turned back around with his hands already empty. “I’m really sorry”

“Thank you” you said, squeezing your lips in a thin line as old memories came to surface. Things you hadn’t you thought about in a long, long time. “If there isn’t anything else, may I escort you to the door?”

Your polite way of sending him away made him smile.

He placed the books he had just gathered back on the table, grabbed his suit and accompanied you towards the door, not bothering to dress the piece again. You opened the door and he stepped out, turning to look at you once more. His eyes were curious, interesting. Full of something you couldn’t quite identify, so mysterious as his sister’s.

“If you find Enola, don’t stop her from trying to find your mother” you told him, trying to repress the emotion in your voice. “Not knowing what happened… can be quite disturbing”

“I promise, stop her, is not my intention” he looked down at his feet once again, as if he was thinking for a brief moment, before his eyes went back to yours. “I could try to find out what happened to your parents. Who was their murderer”

“I don’t have much money, Mr. Holmes” you told him, your turn now to look down at your feet.

“I never said you would have to pay” he replied and with that your gaze snapped back up to meet his, and that made him chuckle. You couldn’t deny he looked quite beautiful when doing that. “You were there for my sister through much time and when she needed help, when I wasn’t. That is enough paying for me. Think about it, Miss (Y/L/N). After I find my sister and discover where is my mother, I am willing to take over your case. If you want me to” he nodded his head in your direction in a silent appreciation for your reception in your house and began to turn to walk away, but stopped himself in the middle of such movement. “May I know your first name?”

You smiled softly at that. “It’s (Y/N), Mr. Holmes”

“Please, call me Sherlock”

And after that, he walked away.

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #enola holmes fanfic #enola holmes imagine #enola holmes #sherlock holmes fanfic #Sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes imagine #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill sherlock holmes #henry!sherlock

[amor-immortalem]

Can I Stay Up Here With You Forever ch.4

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Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse and neglect

“So, what’s the plan for today? Or are we jus’ stayin’ home all day?” Mammon asks as he lugs the suitcase he brought with him into the bedroom and opened some dresser drawers to put his clothes away.

“I figured we could go out and explore more of the city together. Plus, I want to get a few more pieces of furniture to fill out the house.” Arella runs a hand through her hair as she stretches. “Breakfast was great, by the way. Thank you.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that good- not compared to last night’s dinner anyway...”

“Don’t put yourself down like that, Honey.” The human gets off the bed to hunt for some clothes of her own. “You’re cooking is good, okay?”

He nods slowly. “Not if you ask my brothers though... One of ‘em always has something ta say ‘bout it- and none of its good. Even Beel has complaints sometimes.”

She frowns in response. “Well, I’ll have you know I genuinely enjoy your cooking. I wouldn’t mind if you cooked for us more often.”

Another nod from the demon as he returns to his task of emptying out his suitcase and Arella continues her search for the perfect outfit.

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“Where is he, Solomon,” The Avatar of Pride questions the sorcerer as he stands in the foyer of Purgatory Hall.

“I’ve already told you, Lucifer.” Solomon replies with a smile on his face. “I don’t exactly know. The human world is the best answer I can give you.”

The demon studies the human for a moment to deduce whether or not he’s lying about know where Mammon is. “Where in the human world?”

“I don’t know. Arella wouldn’t tell me where exactly she was summoning him to.” It’s a tiny lie. Of course, he knew exactly where they were, but Lucifer didn’t need to know that. “I have no reason to lie to you, Lucifer, but why exactly is it that you want to find your brother so badly?”

“I want to... apologize for my actions. It seems, after further review of the situation, that I was wrong. The bill I received was full of fraudulent charges to his credit card. Does that change your answer?” The first-born narrows his eye as the silver-haired sorcerer shook his head. “Then I’ll be off. If you hear anything, I want to be the first to hear about it.

Solomon only nodded, an amused smile playing on his lips. He wondered just how long it would take the demon to pinpoint Mammon and Arella’s location.

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They bounced from shop to shop throughout the day finding many cute trinkets and knick-knacks on their journey. The cutest ones- and Mammon’s personal favorite- was a set of crows sitting on a tree branch together, their bodies turned away with their heads pressed together so that they formed the shape of a heart. He instantly picked it up after Arella made the comment that the crows were representative of them and their love.

As their small shopping spree came down to an end, they had stopped to take a break in a park, just taking a moment to rest and enjoy the beautiful day. It filled Mammon with a warm feeling he wasn’t quite sure he could name just yet so he just opted to hold her hand as they relaxed on the park bench as a few small families played nearby.

His attention in particular was pulled to one certain family: A mother and father with their three boys. Watching them drug up a desire he thought he’d never have.

“Hey, babe,” He starts quietly.

“Yes, Love?” she hums in response.

“Do... Do ya want kids...?”

“Do you?” Arella replies with a question of her own, green eyes peering up at the demon.

“I asked you first.”

With a chuckle she answers, “Yes... having children with you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I’d love to one day down the road. How many do you want?”

“Just one would be good enough,” He smiles, resting his cheek against the top of her head as they sit there in peace for a while longer.

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Sitting in his office, attempting to keep his mind off Mammon, Lucifer was working on his ever-growing stack of paperwork. It wasn’t working and something in the back of the demon’s mind was gnawing at him. Something Arella had said to him roughly a month ago about stealing his brother away to the human realm and never returning. A laughable idea for as much as he knew she wasn’t joking; she really held no power to make that decision. Mammon was a demon- one of the seven lords of hell. His place was here in the Devildom whether she liked it or not. Mammon himself had to realize this was all pointless eventually and then he would come home and that would be the end of it. Or at least that’s what Lucifer hoped anyway. He really didn’t want to have to drag his brother back here kicking and screaming.

Stepping away from the old, worn-out desk, the eldest decides a break for tea and a phone call might do better to take his mind of things for the time being.

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Putting up her dusty old tomes on various mythologies of the ancient past, Aubrie could just barely hear the phone. Hopping down off the ladder, the mythologist swiped up the device- a gift from the only demon in her contacts. He was lucky she didn’t have it turned off like she usually did while she was working.

“Good evening, Lucifer,” Holding the shiny D.D.D. to her ear, she answered with a chirp. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Good evening, Aubrie.” Lucifer’s voice is smooth as silk and Aubrie has to wonder if he just naturally talks like that or he was using that ‘seductive speechcraft’ Arella had mentioned some time ago to get whatever it was that he wanted from their conversation. “Have you spoken to Arella recently?”

“I have. You know she just moved from England, right?” The ginger chirps. “I texted with her this morning to see how it went.”

“Actually, I didn’t.” The Avatar of Pride hummed as he sipped on his tea. “That’s interesting. Where abouts did she move?”

“I wish I knew. The best I can say is somewhere in mainland Europe,” Aubrie lets out a sigh. “I want to go visit her. I can’t imagine how lonely it is to move to an entirely different country where you’re alone- although for Arella that’s pretty on character...”

“She does seem independent,” Lucifer hums, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Actually, that’s part of the reason I called. I’m sure she told you that my brother’s with her when you spoke earlier... I need her to send him back. He can’t be missing so much school- his grades are already abysmal to begin with and the longer she keeps him up there, the worse they’ll get. Plus, I have things I need to talk with him about.”

“She's worried about his safety with you, Lucifer. Apparently, you broke his elbow somehow? Or something to that effect.”

“I didn’t break his elbow. No, he did that on his own by falling on it, but my actions helped lead to it so I have some blame in it.” The black-haired demon sighs, “That’s why I’m looking for them. I want to apologize to Mammon- he didn’t exactly deserve what I did that led up to him breaking his elbow.”

The human nods at that. “And here I thought you would be too proud to apologize.” She teased.

“If it were anyone other than my brothers, maybe.” He admits. “But in their own way, each of my brothers are important to me. We’ve been together for eons. Losing a single one of them would be devastating to our family, Aubrie. Like right now, the house has been too quiet and dark since Mammon left for the human realm. Things aren’t right until he comes home.”

“I see, but if you knew your brother would be happier up here in the human world with Arella... would you let him go?”

“I can’t- and it's not because I don’t want him to be happy, quite the opposite, actually- if we were not of such high rank and standing, then I would be content to allow Mammon to follow what makes him happy- whether that be here in the Devildom or up in the human world to allow him to live amongst the humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm sure Arella has told you about our rank here in the devildom. We’re each to rule over a layer of Hell once we leave RAD in a few years. Mammon has a responsibility to the Devildom as Lord of the Fourth Layer. It's not a thing that he can just leave behind in favor of spending the rest of his human’s minimal lifespan up in the mortal realm.”

“You could be less harsh on him though. I know our morals on what is wrong and right are different and it’s foolish for us to force our morals on to literal demons from some of the stories she mentions about the way you all treat your brother... Well, it sounds like abuse to me and for someone like Arella, that’s very triggering for her.”

“What do you mean by that?” Lucifer’s interest was piqued at the human’s words. He knew next to nothing about Arella’s past before the exchange program and she never talks about her past to begin with so having the opportunity to hear about it was enticing to the Avatar of Pride.

“Her home life when we were children was... less than happy. Her mother was physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive as well as neglectful. I have plenty of pictures from when we were children where she’s covered in bruises, black eyes, busted lips. She would never say anything against her mother so protective services couldn’t do anything for her, but we all knew that woman was the cause of them. So you see, the way you treat your brother drudges up all that old trauma for her and that’s why she behaves the way she does. Wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in her shoes, Lucifer?”

“You’re not wrong.” He goes to take another sip of his tea but the cup is empty. “This was nice and also very insightful. I have to go now, enjoy the rest of your evening, Aubrie.”

“Thank you, Love. You too. Make sure to go to bed a reasonable time tonight.” There was a short pause on her end before Aubrie began sputtering apologies and trying to back pedal her way out of that embarrassing situation and the line eventually just cut off.

Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh softly at the ridiculousness of it all. Humans sure were a funny creature.

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[moccawithsugar]

Few random notes about The Tower of Nero

(Spoilers ahead)

Nico. My poor boy Nico. Getting therapy from Mr. D was something I did not expect, but I’m glad he’s doing it. My baby deserves happiness.

The brotherly relationship between Dionysus and Apollo was something I did not expect either. I think I can finally understand better the god of wine and I’m glad for that.

Rachel and her brush will always be iconic.

Will is adorable. And the way he shines and then Apollo’s like “I’m so proud” and Will is there too flushed like “it’s not that I graduated med school with honors” and Apollo being a good dad for him like “I’ll be proud when you do that too” and I’m here like aawwwwww. But really, the fact that Apollo is proud that his son can shine is everything.

Will and Nico. They are so different and get along so good like wow. It’s amazing how they’re so perfect for each other. They know each other so much and they love each other so much and I love them so much.

There were two battle at camp Jupiter? Well, Percy and Annabeth are gonna stay in NYC. The battle is in NYC this time? Then Percy and Annabeth are going to San Francisco 😅 My babies deserve a rest.

Stelle is going to rule the world some day.

The cows... That was... so weird...

Also they mentioned Venezuela and I’m so happy for it.

Nico can kill just by touching people... WOW.

Meg is a little queen.

Her encounter with Nero was so heartbreaking but she was so brave...

Poor Lu.

“Nobody hits my boyfriend and nobody kills my dad”. Again: I love you, Will.

Apollo being sweet with his children was adorable. The compliment to Kayla and the cute little talk with Austin made me cry.

Also the other three new kids in the Apollo cabin meeting their dad. And Austin introducing them to Apollo like “they are the children you sired years ago, you probably don’t remember but now you do, you’re welcome” 😅 Also how do they know they’re Apollo’s children? He couldn’t have claimed them. Another god did for him? They’re just too good with arrows or medicine and make it too easy to deduce?

The other gods can watch him in a proyector in the hearth’s fire... Like, since when have them been watching him and laughing and betting against him? Since his trials started? That is so cruel, they’ve known Apollo for thousands of years. Hermes disappointed me so much, I really liked him. I expected no less from Ares tho. Also Poseidon was just there bored to the core and yawning like... You had that punishment before once too! And with Apollo! You know how it feels, you should care. I want to think maybe he was just too tired (if gods can get tired) because of the rebuilding of his palace but honestly what are the odds? The decline in Poseidon’s character is very sad.

Apollo walking to Python almost unarmed and alone was so brave. He couldn’t have gone like that in the first book and I’m so proud of him, he has grown so much.

“I missed the shot. Don’t even pretend to be surprised” I was not, Lester. At least you tried.

RIP THE ARROW OF DODONA! IT WAS A FAITHFUL PROJECTILE TO THE END! APOLLO MUST FALL BUT HE WILL RISE AGAIN!!!! HAIL HIS LAST PROPHECY!

Ehh did I mention Artemis? No? Well... ARTEMIS ARTEMIS ARTEMIS ARTEMIS ARTEMIS!!! The best goddess!! She was so worried 🥺 begging Zeus to forgive Apollo 😭 and screaming to Aphrodite... She’s so awesome I just can’t.

The description of how Apollo and Python fall to chaos was amazing. I never thought Rick would touch the subject of Chaos but it was great. The perfect end for Python and (of course) the perfect timing for the goddess of Stix to appear. At least she saw that Apollo has really learned the lesson. He must be true to all his promises from now on, specially the most important ones. He will remember. And the fact that Zeus can’t see to the Chaos? Sweet.

The way Apollo wept in his sister’s shoulder broke me. Poor guy, he has been through too much. And Artemis was there just so happy that he’s back and well and alive :’) she’s the best. “Not a cuddler, my sister. But she allowed me to hold her hands” aaawwwwww. Also the way she dressed him up into a dress was the most sibling-relationship-thing I’ve ever seen in a god/goddess 😅

“The gods awaited” is such a good phrase. Almost as good as “Release the Kraken!”.

I can’t stop thinking about the image of the tiny gods with Mickey Mouse voice “Welcome to Olympus!” 😂😂😂

“Wisdom, comes in handy” omg Athena.

If I thought before that Zeus was bad well now he seems even worse.

Why was Hera crying over Jason? Was she really grieving? Why? Doesn’t she hate every one of Zeus’s children? What did I miss?

The fact that Zeus doesn’t care about his son’s death 😒

Apollo visiting every single one of his demigods friends :’)

Hazel and Frank are finally free of their curses and living life like never before :’) I’m so happy for them.

Reyna seems so happy now with her bff Thalia hunting that damn fox. Also “no puedes decirle mamacita a una mujer, ¿entendiste?” was perfect 😅 I need more of Reyna and Leo speaking in Spanish.

Calypso enjoying school? Adorable :3

How doesn’t Apollo know if Georgie is his daughter or not? He’s a god now, he should now. He knew Thalia’s age just by looking at her, just saying.

I need lots of stories about the Hunters of Artemis, specially about what happened at the end with that fox.

The fact that Apollo knew Artemis was the only one there actually happy to have him back... And the wink at the end... I’m just obsessed with these twins ok?

Apollo bringing blue cookies to Percy was adorable. And Percy doesn’t know what to study, he just knows it has to be something with the ocean. I’m glad to see he doesn’t think about his phobia anymore. And Apollo’s concern about if Percy and Annabeth were going to share a bedroom or no 😅 hilarious. But that’s none of your business, Apollo. Annabeth told you herself.

Piper is bi! 😱 She’s finally happy (even missing Jason tho, don’t misunderstand me) with her partner and Apollo is so happy for her and she’s so happy for him and wow :’) too much cuteness.

The part with Meg was the most emotional. He even appeared a unicorn for her. “Will you come back?” “Always. The sun always comes back” and that’s the last sentence he says and it’s so beautiful 😭

The last paragraph killed me. It does every time I re-read it. Apollo I want you to know that I’m smiling on you too. Specially on sunny days. I’m very proud of you. We’re friends now indeed, and I’m glad for it.

#apollo #ton #the tower of nero #tower of nero #lester papadopoulos #uncle rick #pjo #greek gods #olympians #12 olympians #Artemis #annabeth chase #percy Jackson #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #calypso #hazel levesque #frank zhang #thalia grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hunters of artemis #meg mccaffrey #percy jackson and the greek gods #percy jackson and the olympians

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My Morticia trio

U-134: Wallflower Morticia (center)

One of the more run-of-the-mill, vanilla Morticias, similar to C-137′s Morty

Most Morticias are more social and confident than most Mortys, but U-134 is an exception, because of her poor eyesight, which requires prescription glasses and has kept her socially isolated

A Rick invisibly visiting her at a young age might have been responsible for her vision problems in the first place, as part of some experiment

Prior to her grandfather's "return" around the time she started high school, she was living a very mundane, quiet, and lonely life

In adventures she plays a passive, timid role, except when pushed to her limit - something that’s happened to her more and more over time

Lives in Summer’s shadow, envying and not envying her at the same time; everyone but Rick seems to give Summer more attention than her

She never really got over the trauma of finding out from Mr. Goldenfold’s dreams that he’s attracted to her

She only abandoned an Earth once, for the squirrels, and was allowed to remember it because it was her first time abandoning an Earth; it was a much longer squirrel-based adventure than we see in the snippet in Morty’s Mind Blowers, a whole episode’s worth, and was no less traumatizing than Rick Potion #9; she’s afraid of squirrels now

She had a fangirl crush on Vance Maximus, Renegade Starsoldier, and took it very personally when Rick killed him

She and Rick didn’t go to the Citadel much, but they were there on an adventure when it was destroyed (split up for separate A and B plots, Rick investigating Ricks, and Morticia investigating Morticias and Mortys), and she got isekaid to me along with U-114 and I-707

U-114: True Love Morticia (right)

A Morticia obsessed with romance, soulmates, and purity, always waiting for The One and always sure that he'll arrive any day now like in a Disney movie

Serene and faithful in her principles, it’s hard to shake her sense of peace

She imprinted on family stories about her parents’ early shotgun wedding, and sees it as beautiful and aspirational

A mostly normal Morticia before Rick showed up, but she chose to play up her idealistic side to contrast herself with Rick

Rick did not take kindly to this, and made several attempts to break her spirit (including showing her across dimensions how bad her parents are for each other, taking her to Gazorpazorp for a much longer adventure than C-137 went on, and taking her to Mormon Lizard Heaven, a dystopian marriage-focused afterlife), all of which backfired

One of these attempts was similar to Rick Potion #9, and similarly concluded with abandoning the Earth; she didn’t show much of an emotional response to this, so later when she abandoned her second Earth over the squirrels, she was also allowed to remember that, which also left concerningly little impact on her

She frequently wondered if the subject of her latest adventure was her one true love; close calls included Gazorpazorp bin Laden, Jaguar, and Fart

The final straw came when she started shipping Rick with Unity and decided to do a Parent Trap thing to set them back up with each other

Unity went yandere and started taking over the Earth, Rick abandoned the Earth and U-114 Morticia, and the Citadel abducted her as an abandoned Morticia (it’s free real estate!)

She lived in the Citadel for some time after, and became a moderately wealthy power player as assorted Mortys and a few Ricks attempted to court her; she politely turned down each

She had her own penthouse suite where she grew into an introverted shut-in, playing with a Story Train all day and fantasizing about the perfect domestic life she knew she was made for

A laughingstock for most of the Citadel’s Ricks

I-707: Bunny Ears Guard Morticia (left)

A more divergent Morticia from the more central Mortys we’re familiar with

Rick entered her life much earlier, when she was seven, and they hit it off as a team immediately

She visited and cleaned out Froopyland with her mom and Rick, and once it was deemed imaginary enough again, her mom gave that world to her as a gift

She correctly deduced that it was really Rick leaning on her mom to give it to her

She once saved her dad’s job by lying in front of Congress about an ad campaign that “unknowingly” incorporated hypnosis spirals known to cause seizures

She knew Krombopulos Michael as a close family friend; had reservations about his line of work but still liked him and his family, who frequently had dinner with the Smiths

When she was nine she butt-dialed Krombopulos Michael and accidentally had him kill her friend Jessica, who needed to be replaced with a clone; that was her Look On Down From The Bridge moment

After about five years of adventuring, when she was twelve, “her” Rick died in a tragic everyday Plumbus accident

To escape from her grief, she abandoned her family and moved into the Citadel, before the funeral was even over

This was the first time she’d abandoned an Earth, and she did it by herself, without Rick ever having directly told her to

She’s been putting in her best effort to rise through the ranks in the Citadel and impress people ever since

She overcompensates with a bubbly, manic, detached personality, inspired by Rick but as seen through rose-tinted glasses, so with less of a nasty edge

She’s an instant natural leader for most Mortys and Morticias she works with, and quickly charms most Ricks as well

She was kind of interested in selfcest but got scared off of getting too serious with it when she met Eraserhead Baby Morty, the offspring of a Morty/Morticia couple; she likes boys more than girls but she’s more interested in Morticias than Mortys

She might actually have been attracted to Rick but was more than uncomfortable enough with this to balance it out and repress it

She voted against President Morty but she acted like she voted for him once he won, because she’s a bit of a power-chasing sycophant

“another day working at the discharge cannon spire. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the discharge cannon. buddy, they won’t even let me fuck it”

Her dimension number is “LOLI” upside down

#my Morticias #not my art #I remixed it #don't bother the original artist please I don't have permission or anything #and actually this is forbidden to begin with

[carnelianns]

(Ikesen and Ikevamp) Sorry if this has been asked before. But how about an MC who went back to her own time only to find out she was pregnant. How would the boys reaxt if she comes back somehow a few years later but with a young child she says is theirs.

im sorry for keeping u waiting this long anon huhu,, i only did the vamps but, if my askbox allows, i’ll come back to do the sen boys too ! i didn’t have a specific gender for their children so jus imagine the lil rascal any way u want

Napoleon Bonaparte

When you come back through that door with a fascinated child holding your hand, it’s him you meet first again, and the tears are already glossing his eyes over before you can say anything.

He literally has no words when you smile gently, saying it’s his. Napoleon swallows the bump in his throat before making his way to the both of you, holding the two of you in his arms for only god knows how long.

“I.. can’t wait to live my life with you both, nununche,” he mumbles into your hair, ears slightly tinged, only causing you to laugh at his adorable antics.

As a father, he isn’t very strict, and he isn’t all that good in child-rearing, either. But he tries — you have to keep reminding yourself of this when you catch them in a compromising position, usually when you see your child holding a foil with a goofy smile.

“Nunuche.. I can explain,” Napoleon says calmly when you first find the two of them — well, three; it seems Jean was in on this little practice, though he quickly bolted when he saw you — parading around the training room with the foils.

“Mamma, papa said he was the King! He teached me how to be King!” Your child exclaims, flailing the weapon around excitedly as your gaze only darkens.

“Well, you see, I meant emperor, but—” his words die down when he sees your unimpressed face practically dripping with the murderous intent he’s so used to fighting against on the battle field

Slowly kneeling down to meet your child’s eyes, you see him whispering something incoherent before the little one nods seriously, slowly putting down the foil.

Then, as if counting down ‘3, 2, 1′, Napoleon immediately hoists your child up in his arms, running out of the room as both his laughter and your child’s squeals echo throughout the halls.

“Napoleone di Buonaparte, get your ass back here right now!” You scream, running after them.

“3, 2, 1 — Vive L’Empereur!” The two of them scream back, before bursting into laughter. They’re always in sync. It’s exasperating.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“That child is.. mine?” He asks, slightly jaw-slacked, pointing at the child that undeniably looks like him, if the identical beauty mark or violet eyes are anything to go by.

“Do you.. not want—”

“I never said that,” he instantly cuts you off, going over to kneel at the confused child. With a slight smile, in an attempt to hold his tears back, he manages, “So.. how was spending time with that clumsy mother of yours?”

Mozart doesn’t really know how to spend time with his child, though he’s clearly not opposed to carrying the little rascal around on his shoulders, or dragging the child clinging onto his leg around when stubbornness bites.

You often don’t know what he’s thinking whenever he spends time with your child, or the whole situation, but rest assured, he wouldn’t change it for the world, despite how he may look.

A clear example of this is when you once walked into the piano room only to see your little darling on top of the grand white piano itself, snoozing on top of a small comforter whilst your lover plays the soft tunes you’ve grown to love.

Shock holds you captive as you stare at the lovely sight, before finally trailing off, “Mozart..”

Without so much as glancing at you, he replies, voice hushed in a soft tone you don’t hear so often. The blissful smile on his face speaks thousands of words.

“I thought you were the only one foolish enough to let your guard down in front of me… It seems I was wrong.”

Leonardo da Vinci

He had an inkling the moment he saw the child sporting caramel eyes so similar to his own, tawny gaze regarding the large mansion with wonder.

And when you did reveal that the child is actually his, he only pulled you close to his chest, hoisting the little one up with his other arm.

“Papa has a lot of time to make up to you, doesn’t he?”

Leonardo is good with children, if it isn’t obvious. Not in your conventional dad way wherein he brings the child to school — in fact, he probably fell asleep in the hallway just when the two were about to leave — but he's awfully good at keeping his child entertained.

Running around the mansions, creating new inventions, learning a new language — sometimes, you have to remind yourself that this child’s father is literally Leonardo da Vinci.

A position you often see them in, however, is snoozing on the floor, probably near the library, your child a small ball curled into Leonardo’s arms and head in the crook of his neck.

“Again? Really?” You can only huff, though that doesn’t stop the small smile from spreading on your face as you brush the locks of hair out of your lover’s face.

“Cara mia,” he rasps out, cracking a bleary eye open and gripping your wrist softly. Then, he smiles, all sorts of soft and lovely and.. unguarded.

“You two.. are the best things that have happened to me.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur tries swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees you standing in front of that damned door, though to no avail as a tear slips.

He starts full-on crying when you say that you’re back for good and that the child is his, and he’ll have to be comforted by yours and your child’s tiny arms before he even plans to stop.

“Ah, crying like that on our first meeting… Don’t you think your fath — I’m a bit embarrassing?” He asks, sniffling as he musters a smile.

Your child giggles, blue eyes crinkling. “No! Mommy told me a whooooole lot about you, daddy!”

He has to stop himself from sobbing again.

Arthur wastes no time in making up for what he’s missed, and every single day is one you’d find the two of them either in town or messing about at home.

If not, then they’re probably just chilling in the comforts of his room, doing god knows what. The day you peek in to see what exactly they were up to was a blessed day.

Maneuvering yourself in a way that lets you see through the tiny crack of the open door, your jaw drops at the adorable sight of your child in a tiny deerstalker and trench coat far too big for his form, Arthur nodding with a serious look on his face.

“So, Watson, do you think crepes make mummy happier?” Your child asks, holding his magnifying glass up — one you’re sure is from Leonardo — like a mic in front of Arthur’s face.

He strokes his chin for a moment, before answering, “Seeing her reaction when we gave her the ones we bought yesterday, I deduce they do, Sherlock.”

“Good dedoo – deduck – deduction, Watson! I thought so too.”

Your heart literally melts. The two are far too cute for you, you having to calm yourself before walking in with the widest smile on your face. Dorks. 

Vincent van Gogh

When you meet those familiar, cerulean eyes from your place in front of the door, they’re already glossy in seconds, a flurry of emotions clear on Vincent’s face, though his smile says it all.

“Is it too much to say I’ve been waiting for you this whole time?”

Vincent would be practically wallowing in regret that he wasn’t able to be a part of his child’s life for the first few years, leading him to do any and everything that will cause his child to smile. In simpler terms, he’s basically wrapped around the little one’s finger.

He’s so adorable and happy that he’s blessed with your lovely child, and there’s an immediate smile on his face when he so much as thinks about the little blondie.

He literally makes the other residents question whether or not they want a child too.

Their bonding time is painting and, more often than not, it ends up with all three of you cramped in the shower, scrubbing furiously at the sticky paint on their skin.

“I’m sorry for having you do this all the time,” Vincent’s soft voice only makes you sigh in relaxation as he massages your shoulders from behind you, causing your fingers to halt in their journey of rubbing some blue paint off your child.

“It’ll take more than that if you wanna make it up to me,” you hum, leaning back into his chest and looking up into his bright eyes.

Your lips were just about to meet, when —

“Mam, I’m not clean yet!”

You groan, Vincent only laughing as you meet the crossed arms of your child pouting child.

“Don’t give your mammie too much of a hard time, okay?” He never forgets to take care of you above all, of course.

Theodorus van Gogh

When he first sees you after years with a child, his child, grasping your hand, Theo has to literally disappear to cool his head off because he’s angry.

Not at you, no, never, but at himself. That he wasn’t there for his child, for you, and god, even if he were, would he have been a good father?

“Hon — Schatje,” he starts, running his fingers through his already messy hair and staring at you with eyes that practically bleed insecurity, his voice breaking. “How am I supposed to take care of a child when I couldn’t even take care of you?”

After many reassuring words and gentle touches, Theo’s finally okay, holding up and scrutinising your child much like how he does a painting. He’s, well, awkward.

Theo is surprisingly very gentle with your child because he honestly doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.

He’s also very grounded and doesn’t fall for cute little tricks that much either, so out of the residents, he’d be one of the better fathers.

“Nee.” “Papje, pleaaase?” “No. Non. Nee.”

Your lover’s fixed refusal causes you to peek your head into a lovely picture. Theo was holding a chocolate bar high above his head, steely gaze fixed on your young child with his puppy dog eyes in full view.

“Je mama said no chocolate, right?” Your heart warms when you realise he remembered your scoldings, though you can’t help but to feel bad for your whining baby.

“Theo,” you say, both their heads turning towards you. “How about you give the little baby some chocolate and we all enjoy some pancakes, yeah?”

The way both their eyes shine almost identically is adorable.

Dazai Osamu

When you showed up again with the child in hand, one he knows is his, his first thought, first wish, is that for that tiny thing to not be his. Because no one knows how harsh this world is more than the man who wished to end it all, so much more than once.

But Dazai makes up his mind when he sees you and your — his child staring up at him with those eyes that look so much like your own. He makes up his mind, despite his own continuous suffering, that he’ll never let this child go through what he had to.

“Was I staring too much?” He smiles, slightly sad and, well, empty. “I suppose it’s because the little one looks far too much like you.” Bright. Too bright for me.

As a father, he’s surprisingly really good with children? He quite enjoys seeing your child smile more than anything, and one way he knows how to do so is by perching the little one on his shoulders, running around the mansion as his hands intertwine with small, tiny fingers.

You don’t know whether to yell at him and his close-eyed grin, or simply laugh at the resonating giggles of your child. Probably both as you chase the two down the halls.

Dazai often zones out whenever he’s playing with your child, a look you can only describe as pure bliss on those handsome features of his. As you stare up at him, confusion clear on your features, you ask, “Hey, Dazai, why do you.. Zone out so much? Whenever you’re with, you know,” you motion to the snoozing one in between the both of you.

“Why do I zone out, you ask?” He gives you a smile, a real one this time, and gently pokes at the little ones cheeks. “I think.. I’ve found a wonderful reason to live, is all.”

Isaac Newton

“That’s… mine??” “That?” “... It?” “It?” “The.. child?”

Isaac is very flustered, for lack of better terms. He can barely manage the children he and Napoleon go see intermittently, but his own child? Lord, help him.

He gets awfully flushed whenever he’s carrying his child around the mansion because even then, he isn’t spared by Arthur and Dazai’s teasing remarks — in fact, it only seems to have gotten worse.

Isaac is surprisingly good at getting your rascal child to sleep with his bedtime stories, which are usually all his unsaid rambles.

“And did daddy get that bruise on his forehead because he slipped while chasing Uncle Dazai and Uncle Arthur?”

Your child nods, bright eyes sparkling and toothy grin showing. “Daddy also said, ‘Get back here, you devilish imbeciles!’”

Your accusatory gaze turns towards Isaac, who averts his eyes, holding an ice pack to his bruising forehead.

“I-In my defense, they were—”

“One more time, Isaac, and I’m changing this baby’s legal godfathers to the two imbeciles you love so much.”

Gaping, his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He is now a grumbling mess when the two are around his child, but the lack of chasing them around with a stick in hand can be counted as an upgrade.

Jean d’Arc

When you walk through that door once more, nervously telling your lover that this child is his, you’re afraid of his reaction — after all, Jean is, despite his vampiric aging, barely an adult himself.

His jaw drops and he can’t stop staring at you nor the child with his inky locks, and you have to help him sit and calm down.

“Papa?” Your child asks, staring up at the still slightly panicked Jean as you hold your breath.

He stares for a moment, mouth wide, before finally, finally smiling, albeit a little awkward and rough around the edges. “Yes, little one?”

He’s extremely unaccustomed to this whole parent thing and can barely do anything without asking you first, so he feels bad quite often for having to lean on you so much.

Although he barely knows how to handle a sobbing child, nor can he entertain the child very well, you find that the both of them are quite content in each other’s presence as is.

Jean, well, looks ethereal as the sun shines through the windows in his room, a gentle smile gracing his face as he stares at his sleeping child.

He utters your name, causing you to look up, only to find him tracing circles around your child’s soft skin.

“Is this.. how it’s like to be happy?”

William Shakespeare

When Shakespeare wakes up to the news that you are, in fact, back at the mansion with a little surprise, he’s already there in no time.

He didn’t expect the little surprise to be a little child that’s practically an identical copy of him. But he’s always been more of a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy, so he immediately whisks you off to his manor, much to the exasperation of the residents who were surprisingly enjoying their time with the little Shakespeare lookalike.

Except he doesn’t really need to ask questions, because he’s already figured everything out through your soft, slightly nervous gaze, and your lovely little mannerisms.

“Alas, it seems the Heavens were kind enough to grant my wish,” he says as he stares at your child, only smiling to meet your confused gaze. “For I only wished you weren’t too lonely without my presence.”

William is always with his child, whatever the circumstances. Though he quite enjoys showing off his child, he’s also keen on spending his every waking second with the little tyke because he knows how it feels like to grow up lonely, and he wouldn't bestow that upon his own little one.

“Darling, it appears I has’t gotten myself into a slight predicament.”

If you could, you would have snapped a picture of your smiling lover practically itching to get up, yet unable to do so due to the sleeping child in his lap.

“And how did you get yourself into this predicament, my love?” You tease, your own smile on your face. He has a habit of reading his writings aloud, and it seems the little one fell asleep to William’s gentle voice.

“My works seem to be but a mere bedtime story to this little one,” he motions to the child, his smile softening. “I wonder why it does not dishearten me.”

Comte de Saint-Germain

“I was hoping you’d be back, ma chérie.” His perfunctory smile betrays the inner flurry of emotions inside him as he glances towards the child. “With a lovely little thing in hand.”

“Your lovely little thing,” you say gently, and the surprise outlining his normally composed face is something you’d forever save in your mind.

Comte is wrapped around the little one’s finger, his rotten spoiling being the effect of not being in your child’s life for a good while, and, of course, his indispensable regret for having you come back to him.

Many times have you asked Sebastian the whereabouts of your lover and your child, only for him to give you the look, responding that they were out yet again, and are probably not coming back without a few shopping bags in hand.

Then, to finally put a stop to it all, you decided to conduct a harmless experiment.

Placing a few coins on one side of his desk, a toy in the middle, and a beloved fruit on the side. After explaining to him that it’s to see what your child’s fate would be — picking between fortune, fun, and, well, snacks, you think — he simply leans back, interest shining in those eyes of his.

Unsurprisingly for you, your child pushes all these away in a second, opting to hug the wide-eyed man on the soft armchair behind the desk.

“And what.. does this mean, ma chérie?” He asks, honest-to-god confused as his hands slowly wrap around your child’s form.

You smile softly, “Isn’t it obvious, silly? The little rascal loves you more than anything.”

His eyes are suspiciously glossy before he laughs it off, preparing for yet another shopping spree — you regret everything.

Sebastian

He only gives you a knowing smile when you pass through the door with a young child gripping your hand.

“So.. this is the little one, is it?” He asks, tone soft as he walks towards you, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist and meeting eyes with his child. “I’m a strict father, mind you.”

“Sebastian!” “I was joking. Slightly.”

Despite being a father, Sebastian is as strict and precise as ever around the mansion, rarely having to leave either his work or his family unattended due to his impeccable time management skills.

And if he struggles with both, well, he just has to merge them into one task, doesn’t he? Many are the times wherein the residents catch Sebastian working, his little runt on his tail or on his hip.

“They’re at it again, you know,” Mozart says in passing, only causing you to groan.

“Sebastian! How many times have I told you not in the kitchen?” You exclaim, walking into the kitchen to find your lover and your child tackling yet another chore together.

It seemed to be baking this time, if the flour on both of their faces says anything.

“Mama!” Your child exclaims with powdered hands as Sebastian says blankly, “We’re doing chores.”

You merely roll your eyes, sighing as you walk out the room. Your apology comes later when a sloppy cupcake makes its way into your view.

Your eyes move up to your proud looking child, hair obviously patted down in an attempt to look presentable while your lover sports a tiny grin on his own face.

“We made this for you, mom! Papa said he wanted to make you reaaaally happy.”

Sebastian’s head instantly snaps down, eyes narrowing, “Hey.”

You can only laugh at your two babies, taking a bite of the surprisingly good and sweeter than an average cupcake.

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[2am-theswifthour]

The 8 Theory-Folklore’s Commentary on Youth

Yesterday, I took note of @taylorswift​ and her careful attention to the number 8.

“Not a lot going on at the moment” had 8 words. The 8th track is “august,” which is also the 8th month in the year. She has 8 deluxe editions of her album. Many attributed this to Folklore being Taylor’s 8th album. I thought it meant either a.) we needed to pay very close attention to track #8 or b.) that 8 references infinity, a.k.a “forever and ever.”

To my surprise, I was actually selling Taylor Swift short.

When listening to the album, there’s a lot of back and forth in emotion and circumstance. I was confused about the order, especially when the strikingly sobering “hoax” followed the self-aware almost-tranquility of “peace.” Then it hit me. There are two schools of thought going on.

There are 16 tracks on Folklore (excluding the bonus track none of us have heard). 16/2=8. This means there are 2 equal emotional song threads on the album. In other words, you can get two drastically different lessons listening to each group of 8.

When you separate the even numbered tracks from the odd numbered tracks you get the following:

Odd

the 1

the last great american dynasty

my tears ricochet

seven

this is me trying

invisible string

epiphany

peace

Even

cardigan

exile

mirrorball

august

illicit affairs

mad woman

betty

hoax

Odd Interpretation:

Starting with “the 1” and “the last great american dynasty,” the lyrics are very upfront in showing that the protagonists are making fully intentioned mistakes. “the 1” says, “in my defense, I have none for never leaving well enough alone” (I see you “ME!” reference). In “the last great American dynasty” it says, “she had a marvelous time ruining everything.” These characters’ folly is their youth-induced selfishness. They’re casual in the harm they cause because they distance themselves from it. They’re fine with what they don’t look at closely. When you’re young, you make a mess of things in service of YOUR need. Your need for companionship. Your need for the thrill of danger. Your need to make your mark, to be somebody, to leave something behind. The marvel of the excitement and the chase and the very vitality of teens to 20-somethings’ shenanigans blinds us to the scale of our destruction…

…until you have no choice but to face the consequences of your recklessness.

The next track, “my tears ricochet” is not your average track 5. It functions as a pivoting point. Now our narrator is the hurt party, the one baring the brunt of callous treatment. Fickle mistreatment is no longer so casual. Now it’s a torment, and the tormentor learns the scale of their damage. So much so, that they get burned too. They learned their lesson at a terrible price, but what’s most important is that they learned.

“seven” is a long-overlooked memory revisited. In this picture of naïve innocence, the narrator tells of their childish belief in the impossible. Through magic and play pretend and fantasy they are invincible. They have all the control in the world to control the world they live in. Obviously, this is a flawed perspective that everyone eventually grows out of. Fairy tales don’t solve real problems. The point is that their sense of self-importance is in service of a stronger moral compass than the first two songs. If we accept our responsibility to others, to do what we can to ensure their welfare, are we not better and more satisfied people for it?

“this is me trying” hears that lesson and attempts to walk the walk. Part of being responsible to your fellow human is taking accountability when you fumble. The narrator doesn’t know what to say or how to make it right. What they do know is that they’re here, they’ve put the bottle down, and that they’re willing to try what’s necessary to heal what they’ve hurt.

“invisible string” gives us the reward we’ve been waiting for. The narrator says, “cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart, now I send their babies presents.” This is someone who has gone from lashing out in anger at a partner from a burned relationship to genuinely wishing them well in their next stage in life. It’s a powerful testament when you can recognize that youth drives us all to make hurtful decisions and that no one is immune to change if they truly want to change. When you let the anger and lies go, the strings that tied you to them fade away. All that’s left is the string you want to hold onto. The string tied to the one who matters, because you’ve made the conscious decision to deduce that their worth as a person should equal yours. It’s a painful path to traverse through, but when you do it’s all worthwhile. That’s why the narrator can say with confidence “hell was the journey but it brought me to heaven.”

In any other album, a song like “invisible string” would be the quintessential emotional payoff for this story arc. However, because this album is a masterpiece, we have a different payoff point in “epiphany.” “epiphany” takes us out of the world of a romantic relationship. We hear descriptions of war and nurses dealing with the despair of this international pandemic. This point in this emotional thread is that it powerfully declares it’s not enough to do no harm nor is it enough to just empathize with your romantic partner. You MUST show your responsibility to your fellow man. Stand beside them. Empathize with them. See them as whole human beings. Do good by them. In other words, it is our duty to do right by everyone, for everyone bleeds, loves, and dies.

The 8-song selection ends with “peace.” The song begins by saying that their, “coming-of-age” has come and gone.” I believe this (along with “invisible string”) to be the most overtly “Taylor Swift” track in perspective. This is her speaking as herself. She lets us know that she’s grown through taking her mistakes, and the mistakes she learned through folklore, into account. She is overly aware of her flaws and feels she pales in comparison to her partner. Rather than allow those insecurities to manifest in unchecked rage or resentment, she takes it as a challenge for herself to do better. She knows she can never give him complete peace (due to inside and outside factors), but she can make the choice to give him unselfish promises and embrace the entirety of her partner’s life. This is a person who has learned the value of selflessness in love and life, which makes this whole thread worth everything.

Even Interpretation:

“cardigan” foreshadows the eventual failure of the even path. The odd interpretation I just described culminated in the narrator finding their place with “the one” because they’ve left everything petty and casually cruel behind. In “cardigan” it says “chase two girls, lose the one.” On top of this directly referencing the first track, it also implies the partner’s self-destruction. By toying with two girls, James is losing “the one.” I don’t think losing “the one” means that you keep one of the two of them. I think it means that engaging in that kind of behavior makes you into a person that isn’t ready, or worthy, of “the one” that they are meant to be with forever. Meeting and keeping “the one” has to require each partner to love themselves and their partner wholly, truly, and selflessly. They can’t be a cardigan you pick up and only wear on the weekends. They must be a wholehearted commitment.

“exile” shows the blowout from “cardigan.” The two couldn’t stay together, and Bon Iver’s (character’s) toxicity comes out full force. He thinks her new man is lesser than him. He’s prepared to throw punches despite being at fault over a hundred times. He’s seen the film before, and he didn’t like the ending because it didn’t work out for him. He wants her under his thumb, not having learned from his prior relationships that that just can’t work. They leave out the side doors, neither fully ready to confront the problems head on.

“mirrorball” is daring in its shift of focus. While all of the tracks I’ve mentioned thus far have dealt, in some way, with the problems that result from a young person’s selfishness, this song doesn’t do that. This song illustrates an extreme that young people participate in at the opposite end of the spectrum; radical selflessness. To be selfless means that you should never allow something that harms someone else to happen just because it benefits you. Young people, girls in particular, are often groomed to interpret selflessness differently. Their definition is synonymous with accommodation. Change your looks, change your personality, don’t object, and embody what your partner wants so that they’re happy. That’s why the symbol is the mirrorball in the song. It reflects everything in the room but itself. By explicitly not factoring in their own sense of self-respect in a relationship, they are unknowingly and tragically enabling their partner’s mistreatment. To be clear, that doesn’t mean abuse is their fault if they have low self-esteem. It’s not, even remotely. But not having the capacity to defend your self-worth is what keeps so many drawn into toxic relationships there for so long. This radical selflessness manifests itself in the other woman too. In “august” it explicitly says that she was living on the, “hope of it all” and that she would cancel plans in the name of a potential hookup with someone who was never hers. The idea of radical selflessness culminates in “illicit affairs” when one of the women deals with their addictive compulsion toward someone who treats them like a cheap lay. Their relationship is a secret that leaves her feeling used in parking lots and as though any trace of her is gone. These three songs have taken the desperate hopelessness of “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” to the extreme.

Many have speculated that “mad woman” is a commentary on the Taylor/Scooter conflict and I’m inclined to agree. However, if I were to assign an interpretation that goes with my theory, I would say that “mad woman” details the unforeseen consequences of a tormentor’s abuse. When a toxic partner performs bad behavior, their expectation is that they will always be found in the right. After all, Taylor noted on her previous album that for men, “everyone believes [them].” So in the face of lies about her character that everyone believes, she gets rightfully angry. Her anger is their affirmation. For many, a woman being angry on her own behalf is “crazy” and “irrational.” What kind of a society have we set up? A society that promotes women to lack self-worth and, should they find it, they’ll meet a whole other exile.

“betty” is our complete look into James’ perspective. On its own, it sounds like a big romantic gesture to get behind. However, this path is very clear to put “cardigan” first. “cardigan” says, “I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light.” Lo and behold, in “betty” he shows up to her party when she doesn’t want to see him and asks if she would, “kiss [him] on the porch in front of all [her] stupid friends.” It’s an absolute punch in the gut. Betty knows in “cardigan” that he would come back after he had his fun with another girl, but that she would take him back when he saw momentary value in her again. James in “betty” claims he didn’t know anything, but that’s just an excuse. He knew what he was doing, he knew that he would be able to pick up her broken pieces with ease, he knew he could isolate her from her friends, and he knew that he could capture the imperfect “comfort” of that cardigan again.

This path ends in the final even-numbered song, “hoax.” In the odd numbers, “peace” shows a lesson learned. This even path shows what happens when we don’t learn. The seeds of youth-driven mistakes have led us here. The narrator wants nothing outside the pain of this faithless love. Without learning what it means to be selfless, the traumas of these young relationships create a never-ending cycle. The narrator knows that the “love” is a “hoax” but doesn’t care because that’s all they have. There’s no point to wanting anything else. Without the perspective of age, of truly going beyond that, they’re stuck in a truly dark place.

Final Thoughts:

Taylor Swift is an exceptional artist for a lot of reasons. No one makes albums this good this far into their career. Most artists teeter off after two or three because they retread. Their audience inevitably gets bored of them e same thing time and again. Repeating themselves is something that a lot of artists do because they want to go with the formula of what works. With Folklore, Taylor has done what few artists have dared to do. She’s allowed her discography as a place to uncompromisingly expand her worldview and challenge her listeners. She’s not reiterating previous lessons to make another quick sale. Instead, every album prior has been a steppingstone. As she said at the Time 100 Gala, she has truly turned her lessons into her legacy. From a variety of narrators, she has brought what I decree to be her best album to date. This wouldn’t happen for anyone else 8 albums into their career, but she’s done it by devoutly embracing age’s wisdom.

Learn from the highs and lows presented in these paths. As all good folklore does, it teaches us how to live better. It is our duty to live selflessly and with self-assured dignity. These writings, I have no doubt, will become integral to the legend that is Taylor Alison Swift.

#folklore #taylor swift #ts8 theories #ts8 #the 1 #CARDIGAN #the last great american dynasty #exile #MY TEARS RICOCHET #mirrorball #seven #august #this is me trying #illicit affairs #invisible string #mad woman #epiphany #betty #peace #hoax

[citadelspires]

since I’m more or less back in business I feel it’s past time I ramble about another au I will (probably) never write. I’ll start off simple with an amphibia owl house au I was thinking up last night at work. (slight disclaimer that I have not seen any of season 2 yet so this is with exclusively information through the end of season 1). Concept below the cut cause it’s a pretty extensive one.

The concept starts at the same point the owl house does, more or less. Camila is concerned, Luz is getting sent to summer camp etc. etc. This time she gets distracted by an unusually pink frog hopping into the woods, and decides she probably has time to go chase after it. So she follows it into the woods until she suddenly trips over something and falls to the ground, turning around she sees it to be a music box sticking out of the forest floor. Curious, she digs it up and starts examining it. She thinks it’s really pretty and she’s about to open it when she hears voices coming from nearby and goes to check it out.

She finds Willow and Amity in a small clearing, think essentially the scene in the actual owl house where she sees them for the first time, except here they’re both human, though Luz doesn’t know them because they both go to some pretentious private school, Amity because she’s a Blight so she had to, and Willow because she got a scholarship for it and didn’t have the heart to tell her dads she didn’t really want to go. The scene plays out in a similar fashion to how it does in the actual show, with the exception that this time without the magic element Luz doesn’t feel the need to keep hiding and instead marches up from her hiding place to chew out Amity for being a jerk. Unfortunately she stumbles on a tree root as she approaches and, still holding the music box, accidentally pops the lid open.

So that’s how the three of them get transported to Amphibia. I like the idea of taking the setup and world of Amphibia, which we’ve seen through the lens of the characters that got transported all being close “friends”, and coming at it from a different perspective, i.e. one of them is a complete stranger to the other two and the two that do know eachother are already not on very good terms going in. (Amity and Willow have essentially the same history in the au that they do in toh).

Luz is dropped right in the middle of Newtopia, and while she’s very excited about the prospect of a fantasy adventure, she’s also pretty worried that she has no idea how to get back home, and she doesn’t take to the city as well as Marcy did. Part of this is due to her having her doubts about the ruler of Amphibia, who in this case is not Andrias, but Lilith(I understand Belos is probably a more fitting character for the role but I just don’t know enough of his character or really care about him enough to implement him, so Lilith it is! She’s more interesting for the setup anyway, depending on what Andrias’ weird master thing ends up being, maybe that would be a belos type deal but honestly I’d probably just not implement that part into this. If you can’t tell this is much less a “amphibia but with the owl house cast” and more of a actual approach to writing something new with the old setting and characters).

This is mostly due to the fact that, while wondering around the city attracting suspicious stares from newts that have never seen someone like her before, she ends up bumping into a newt who appears to be running from the majority of the city guards. They both fall down and Luz helps her stand up, a showing that is enough to convince the guards that, whatever the weird creature is, it’s in league with the felon, so they begin chasing her too. The criminal newt, who is of course Eda, takes pity on her and brings her along to her hideout, where she meets a weird little robot that insists she refer to him as King. He begins to declare that his full title is “King of...” and then kinda falters off as he seems to realize he actually isn’t quite sure what he is. Luz gives Eda a concerned Look but she just kinda shrugs it off and says he always does that.

Luz finds out that Eda deals in the trade of questionable artifacts and considers herself pretty lucky to find someone like that as soon as she did, and she asks if Eda knows anything about a music box, describing it as best as she can, because she didn’t really think to take any pictures. For her part, Eda is pretty sure what it is, and that’s the moment where she resolves to watch over Luz, at first just because she’s Concerned the box is back in Amphibia, though it eventually ends up that she gets a soft spot for the kid.

Though Luz doesn’t find out a good deal of this until later, and it’s gradually, Eda is still Lilith’s sister here, meaning that yes, she had equal claim to the newtopian crown, but the history of the crown never sat well with her (i.e. she finds out newtopia was built on the foundation of bloody conquest, along with the fact that it’s encouraged they want to get back to that point and nopes out of there). While she’s on her way out she starts off her new life of stealing shiny things by grabbing a weird little statue that had always seemed kinda off to her. She figures she could sell it at least, but while looking over it after escaping she realizes that it isn’t a statue at all, but what she decides must have been a defective robot from newtopia’s past, being much smaller and more... expressive? Than it should have been. For some reason she decided to try fixing it, and though it took a good deal of time she eventually got it to work again, which is how she came to be friends with King.

Luz’ story is largely slice of life relationship building with her, Luz, and King, until the point where the path to the valley opens, and the three of them go on what Luz finds out is an annual trip Eda takes around the valley to see if she can find anything interesting to add to her stand, as well as find new customers in the valley. Luz figures if she has a shot at finding either of the two girls she came with, and hopefully the box too, it would be on that trip.

Willow gets thrown into Toad Tower before she even realizes what’s happening to her. She has no idea where she is, didn’t even get a good look at Luz before the teleportation happened back on earth, and is overall not having a great time. She’s not convinced she’s not dreaming until she’s literally tossed into her cell and the impact hurts enough that she’s sure she’s really there. At first she believes she’s alone in her cell until she hears an awe-filled voice ask what she is and why she’s there. She isn’t able to figure out where the voice is coming from until a tiny blue frog jumps up on her hand. She introduces herself as a human, which gets him very excited, and he introduces himself as Gus, explaining that he was thrown in prison for “almost kind of knowing things he shouldn’t” as he put it.

It turns out Gus is something of a scholar, though he admits that most frogs are more inclined to call him a crazed conspiracy theorist. All of his studies have to do with mysterious other worlds and their inhabitants, which he has always been stubbornly insistent do exist. He’s overjoyed that he finally has “a real life specimen!!” and Willow is excited enough at the idea that there might be someone who actually knows what happened to her that she lets that comment slide. She quickly finds out what the meaning behind his weird prison sentence is, as she brings up getting sent to this world from another, and he attempts for a wise nod as he goes “ah yes, you must have experience an encounter with the calamity bucket.” Still he’s kind of helpful and he and Willow get along pretty well, so they end up hanging out together for the rest of the story, he basically tags along everywhere with her Jiminy Cricket style.

Amity has arguably the hardest time adjusting to the world she suddenly finds herself in, as she ends up in the forest on the outskirts of Wartwood, and promptly determines that this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to her. Despite having the box that “weird girl” used to send them here, opening it and closing it over again provided no help at all, and trying to go into Wartwood provided even less. Still being in Full Blight mindset she is really haughty and superior and the townspeople do not take it well. Even deducing Toadstool as the only persons superficial enough to potentially care about her status, she can’t get anything out of him cause he views her as a massive publicity risk, which he’s already not doing super well at.

The only frogs in the village that seem to not turn away from her immediately are a mischievous pair of frog twins that joke around and mess with her, and though it’s all lighthearted she’s stubborn enough at first that when they do offer to help her out she flat out refuses them. Eventually between living in a cave and their hanging around her whenever she’s in town anyway she’s worn down enough that she begrudgingly accepts their offer of help.

Not being Blights in this au has done a good deal in the way of making Edric and Emira happier. While they’re just as much of tricksters as they always are, and they occasionally overstep a little in their jests, they’re quick to apologize, and lack any of the actual malice behind their knack for causing trouble. The two of them run one of the stands in the marketplace, something they get Amity to help out with eventually as the town warms up to her. The two of them find it easier to grow closer to Amity than the rest of the town does, maybe it’s cause they’re the only ones who have really tried, or maybe it’s cause they’ve got a reputation for being trouble in the town already anyway. Whatever it is Amity gets begrudgingly closer to them until she eventually refers to them as her siblings once, and though they refuse to let her hear the end of it for a few days, they’d been calling her their little sister since the beginning, and while Amity had been certain for a long time they were just doing it to mess with her she starts to like it eventually.

Like in Amphibia, the three girls all represent one aspect of the Heart, Strength, Mind trio. Figuring out what those all are takes a lot more for these girls than it does for the amphibia trio though. The focus of this story is less on the relationships the characters have, though that is definitely a part of it, and more on the attributes their assigned to and the personal growth they have. Each of them holds the attribute that is both their strongest and most repressed. The three all hold themselves at very little value in the areas they’re actually the strongest in, and through their journey in Amphibia they start to learn.

Willow had always believed that strength was an inherently negative thing. Strength equated to power, and people who had power used it to hurt others, without fail. People like, well, Amity. She prefers gentleness and peace, and to her that and strength is mutually exclusive. She reacts to the concept that she could be charging the box with the attribute of strength very negatively.

Through her time in Amphibia she gets to learn that her strength can come in different forms, and while she is undeniably strong physically, her physical strength is nothing compared to her emotional resolve and capacity to extend that emotional resolve in the strength of heart to pick up the people around her when they need it. She does, though, get to learn that power isn’t something that is inherently evil, and even that if she uses the strength she has to protect the things that are important to her, that doesn’t mean she’s forsaken any of the things believes.

aka she gets to punch a heron in the face. Boscha (captain of toad tower) is very impressed, though she pretends she isn’t. Speaking of Boscha, she gets to experience a similar development to Willow, but more on the reverse side of the coin. Having always been powerful, and that having always been enough to make her more important than everyone else, Willow strikes her as weak at first, given her lack of aggression. The longer she stays stuck with Willow though, the more she comes to realize some important things, foremost among them being that Willow could totally kick her ass, and just chooses not to, which isn’t something Boscha understands at all, and Willow ends up teaching her how to be more of a person than a weapon, even just leading by example.

Much to Willow’s complete disbelief, (she swears to Luz the box is broken and they’re doomed), Amity is the heart. Amity doesn’t really believe it either. Strength would’ve been Okay, but personally she would’ve picked the attribute of intelligence for her. It was like the box went through all the effort of looking into their souls and didn’t even bother to check her report card. Ludicrous. It doesn’t help her that her time in wartwood is miserable for a good deal of the start. For the first time in her life Amity isn’t perfect, and it’s all because there’s nothing to be perfect at in this stupid little town. She should have all the frogs praising her superiority, but literally None Of Them are impressed by her in the slightest. They didn’t even have a school!

The only thing Amity took to quickly in Wartwood was the town motto, resolving that she would be even slower to respect the citizens of Wartwood than they would her. This started off a bit of a rivalry between her and the town, but the longer she had the horrible influence of her parents replaced by the well meaning nagging from her frog siblings, and the more time she spent not being perfect because for once in her life she literally couldn’t be, she started to think it wasn’t so bad after all, and the little rivalry between her and the town became much less of a real one, and a lot more of the friendly banter type, though she couldn’t recall ever making a concious choice to do so it just sorta... happened.

Eventually she starts to think about the school she was initially so annoyed didn’t exist, and begins to wonder if really no one is gonna do anything about it being in ruins. Eventually, she starts going over to the ruined building and reading to whatever kids in wartwood were in the mood to listen. before she knew it she had built up the closest thing to a school Wartwood had in a while, and where she once would have felt a smug pride, she only felt a casual happiness that was new to her, but not entirely unpleasant.

Luz never would have considered herself good at any of the three options. She knows she’s not strong so that’s out. All the kids at school think she’s weird and she has no friends so she really doesn’t think the whole “heart” thing works in any capacity. But the only thing left besides that would be intelligence, and she’s had enough students and teachers alike call her out for being an idiot that she’s absolutely confident that isn’t it. It doesn’t help that since she’s with Eda, who actually knows what the box is, she ends up worrying over what she’s supposed to be from the very start. She spends a lot of the time before the valley opens up thinking the box made a mistake, and since she didn’t have any of the attributes it wanted it wouldn’t work again at all.

In the end she only finds out what she’s supposed to be through process of elimination. Knowing Willow is strength and Amity is heart she finally comes to the realization that she’s supposed to be intelligence, and her confidence crumbles. Of all the options that’s the one she’d been hoping it wouldn’t be the most. How could so many people be wrong after all? It was pretty unanimous back home that she didn’t really have much going on upstairs, and after hearing it enough time she had gotten around to believing it. Her path in the story  largely focuses on coming to terms with her own worth, despite her insecurities and the weight of everything she’s ever heard to the contrary constantly on her mind.

#The Owl House #Amphibia #Writing #Citadel Writes #Citadel Universes #that's my au rambling tag now #I really did not expect that to be so long #Amity Blight #Luz Noceda #Willow Park #Gus Porter #Boscha #give her a last name cowards #Eda Clawthorne #Lilith Clawthorne #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #to be honest if I ever was going to actually write one of these aus #it would probably be this one #don't get your hopes up though #I didn't even get to all of my thoughts in this post #it didn't come up in my rambles but there are Some characters from Amphibia present #notably Edric is friends with Ivy and Emira is friends with Maddie #the Plantars aren't here because I do not like the thought of writing them in an au where anne just doesn't exist

[megaera-of-pigeon]

Volume 2 but more chronolgically:

Nikki and Momo return from North where they’d wound up at the end of volume 1 along with Ace and Kimi. They go to Apple where they bid Kimi farewell because she has to stay and work there. Kimi gives Nikki a ring before they part.

Ace, Nikki, and Momo go to the Ash Institute of design where the 9 days war took place; they are looking for clues about King Sayet’s designs because they believe that Nidhogg posses something designed by him and they think that is a potential clue to the plot. They find a special mysterious symbol that is present in some of King Sayet’s works and believe it to be important. The principal of the school mentions Bobo had been there to look at King Sayet’s designs.

After their stop at the school, they decide to go to Bobo’s hometown because they miss her and are concerned :( They learn she and her mother are both missing from their home, but they find several letters Bobo had written to her mom that remained unopened, and deduced that Bobo didn’t know that her mom wasn’t there the whole time she was with Nikki.

They find a design in Bobo’s house that has the same special symbol that King Sayet had in his works! Using that, they discover information related to The Enlightened, and Ace narrates that story for them about the king who wanted peace, but when he was murdered placed the blood curse. They decide they need to get more information about this so they head to the Lilith capital to talk the the casket fairy that the royal family has since they guessed it would know the truth behind the legend, being old and associated with royalty and all. Conveniently, Royce sent someone to fetch them just as they were thinking of going to see the casket fairy.

Ace gets a carrier pigeon and has to peace out.

They meet up with Royce (it actually seems that our chapter picks up the scene literally the day after the Tree of Memories hell event lore with Royce and Neva takes place so refer to that for more on those two). The casket fairy gives them more information about the Enlightened and leads them to a chest that belonged to King Sayet. They open the chest via styling battle and see a phantom of King Sayet that gives them a cryptic directive to find “three paths” and unravel the poem in the rosebud

This is where our most recent chapter ends so I’m not sure how long until our actual storyline catches up with the rest of the volume. If we remeber back to chapter 1 of this volume, it picks up Nikki’s quest for King Sayet’s (three?) relics/designs that we learned about in chapter 6. I think ultimately the three items might be these objects?

I still don’t know where Ransa comes from. The Iron Rose had been disbanded by Elle for failing to get adaqute results on finding Sayet’s relics. Ransa is now with Nikki but they’re traveling to City Oren to talk with Elle because Ransa thinks that will help Nikki’s quest for these relics.

Nikki gets arrested by Elle when she goes to Pigeon to ask her questions because Elle is obsessed with finding the ‘final secret’ of the relics and the Rose casket and she believes Nikki has that answer.

Nikki is not aware of that answer.

Ace has to break them out of the palace and reveals that Elle is her sister. They put together some more clues: Sayet had been imprisoned in Pigeon Kingdom’s monastery for some time and is said to have seen the secret of the blood curse. He wrote a ‘poem’ on the wall that Nikki had seen, one they referenced a ‘destined girl’

Ace declares the Iron Rose reformed and makes Nikki their leader. Ransa, Debbie, and Mela show up and join her too. Now that that’s settled, Chloris is waiting to see Ace so they decide to go to the forest.

Nikki Momo and Mela were waiting on the edge of the forest away from their group for some reason. They get lured into the fog and wind up meeting a kindred child named Kyle. They were supposed to go find a girl named Rachel who guards the epic of the forest but Kyle tells them about this girl Elaine who also knows shit. They go to see Elaine. Elaine lets them look at her book the Memory of Time and they read some nonsensical stuff about the blood moon and a frigid dragon 🙃 not like a prophecy or anything.

Part of what they need to craft King Sayet’s relics is something called ‘elven star” and their clues plus Elaine’s book now point them to the stars’ reflection (or, lack thereof) in Lake Bovaly. Time to go to the lake of super happy fun times :)

Meanwhile, Ransa, Debbie, and Ace find Chloris and also realize Mela, Nikki and Momo are missing. They go talk to Rachel who says her sister Elaine had seen them—Elaine is in the Shadow City, and the only exit has been sealed for a thousand years

Nikki and Mela and Momo realize they’re actually in the Shadow city and are in trouble. But happily, Chloris lifts the thousand year old seal so they can get out (provided they change into a cute outfit first). The kindred are free and threaten to start a war again, o no wonder how that will end. Wonder if Chloris will have to mobilize the furries.

Chloris is very weak from lifting the seal and then Cesare biting him so the next morning they look for information to help him recover. Before they can do that they’re attacked and Chloris has to use the rest of his magic to protect them. He faints into his infamous coma. [unclear how he is walking around and fighting in the upcoming war for our hell event as they don’t solve this. Maybe he just needed a nap]

As Rachel and Elaine are trying to help Chloris, Nikki and the Iron rose put together more pieces about this elven star—Nikki believes it’s referring to Sayet’s technique of embedding memories into clothing. (My guess is Nikki will rediscover this technique and utilize it to create the Star Sea out of her memories of her friends in Miraland after the apocalypse event happens, which is where we get that cool SN video).

They can’t wake Chloris. Debbie suggests they go try to wake up the sleeping dwarf elder who is the oldest living being and probably knows how to help Chloris. Debbie also mentioned he’s connected with one of the relics and my guess is it’s that frangipani the dwarves gave to Nikki at the start of our last hell event lore. We didn’t get to read the story of what happened before our event started but that’s what I would predict.

Before they can get going Nikki is pulled into an illusion by Xiao zong who appears and starts on his whole “noooo Nikki don’t be the savior it’s so haaaard to take on the sins of the universe just give me to secrets instead” [at this point he makes Nikki ‘live’ the 9 days war via illusion which was the story we played during the Steps of Sorrow hell] Nikki won’t agree to give over the relic so they style battle. Nikki is getting her ass kicked.

The ring given to her by Kimi waaaaaay back at the beginning of this that was originally made by Sayet starts to glow and gives Nikki major stats boosts. Nikki defeats Xiao Zong. The world goes black. This is as far into Nikki’s story that we have accounted for, except perhaps in hell events that I didn’t realize took place after this point.

MAJOR TAKEAWAYS: The main goal for Nikki in this volume is to discover the secrets left behind by King Sayet through his designs/his three infamous ‘relics’. She also discovers a connection between Sayet’s work and the True King/The Enlightened, the originator of the blood curse, who happens to be running around in Bobo’s body right now. There is also some connection between Sayet’s work and the secrets of the elves/Kindred, although since our 1,000 benchmark of when shit last went down big time with them was *before* the curse of blood was placed, the connection likely has to do with Sayet utilizing elf magic or elf techniques to create his designs, while also connecting those designs to the secret of the blood curse. At different points it’s mentioned that Nikki is looking for his designs/relics, but then I believe she finds his design(s)? somewhere between where the two sections of the volume are blurry, or potentially in a hell event, and it’s a recipe she has to craft—which turns into looking for ingredients to craft said designs by the time she gets to v2ch1. The hope is by completing the cryptic quest left by Sayet, she will uncover the secrets of why North went to war, why Elle and the other participants in the 9 days war are losing their memory, and how to save Bobo from demonic possession. And while I personally adore a story that takes a nontraditional approach to its narration, boy is it ridiculous the amount of legwork required to actually get a handle on this timeline.

#long post #love Nikki lore #love Nikki volume 2 #if anyone is interested I do recommend reviewing the chapter stories because they’re actually more interesting now #that we’ve sort of got a better sense of how they’re all working!!!

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 7: Reconnaissance

You stared at him. “You must be freaking kidding me.”

“I’m afraid not,” replied Sejin as he reluctantly sipped his cup of coffee. “I’ll help you in any way I can, but it’s mostly up to you.”

“I… I’m...”

“You’re doubtful?”

“That wouldn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling,” you admitted and nervously scratched your arm. “I… I’ll try my best, I really will. But...”

You stopped yourself right then and there. You had merely promised Jungkook you would help him through the amnesia. It wasn’t necessary for you to get him back on top of the music industry again. But you knew he had suffered and worked and spent too much of his life to lose it all just because he was stupid and impulsive enough to drunkenly run out on the street at the wrong time. Also, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty. Even though he was - or should you rather say had been - an absolute scumbag, if you would have never made him so upset, he might not be in the devastating situation he was in right now.

And he had changed. You felt it. Somehow, however little. Jeon Jungkook relied on you for the first time in your life.

You had a chance to help him. And although that was good enough morally speaking, what would be the point of all your efforts if he couldn’t perform again? The concert had clearly proven to you that Jungkook belonged up there, on stage, singing and dancing with his hyungs. Having a deadline of slightly more than three months would only mean you and Jungkook would have to work harder.

A lot harder.

“I’ll make it happen,” you said finally. “Jungkook will be able to perform in Japan by the end of May.”

You surprised yourself with how confident you sounded. Perhaps even Sejin, too, for he raised a surprised eyebrow before nodding in approval.

“I believe you can do this,” he told you. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just tell me.”

“Actually,” you began, “I need to get Jungkook some new clothes. Could you give me an address to where he lives and perhaps the numbers of his group members? Yours, too, if you don't mind.”

After exchanging numbers, you realized you could probably make a fortune selling the information to fanatic fans. Though, as Jungkook had stated yesterday, you didn’t really need any more money.

You parted ways with Sejin and found your parents’ private chauffeur, Kwon Jong-Yeol, waiting impatiently outside the entrance door to the hospital. While driving you home, he held a long lecture for you where he talked about the dangers of young women wandering around alone during the night. He didn’t even care about the emergency part, but then again, he had never been particularly fond of Jungkook.

You were done drying your hair after a much-needed shower when you decided to call your parents to tell them about your decision to break the engagement. As you stood in the hallway of your apartment, your heart pounding against your ribcage, you realized very quickly that nobody would reply. You weren’t particularly surprised, knowing your parents' habits of exercising early in the morning before work, and made a mental note to call them later in the day when they were free.

Frankly, you felt a bit relieved. You didn’t know how they would react upon hearing the news - nor did you want to know.

Before you zipped your phone into your jacket pocket, you spotted, to your great horror, that the seven numbers Sejin had given you were names you had never heard before, of course with the singular exception being him.

Jung Hoseok.

Kim Namjoon.

Kim Seokjin.

Kim Taehyung.

Min Yoongi.

Park Jimin.

Six names. You guessed Jin, the guy who had blown a kiss at Se-Eun and her friends, was Kim Seokjin, but you hadn’t even the slightest idea regarding the remaining five. You barely remembered what their stage names - since that’s what they must have introduced themselves as at the beginning of the concert - had been.

You didn’t have the chance to stress over it much, since you were getting late to school and you had forgotten to read a chapter for the day’s first presentation. You planned to read during the drive, but you were so tired you fell asleep during the usual, boring road to Korea University Business School. Yes, you were enrolled in one of the prestigious SKY universities. But as the granddaughter of one of the most prominent businessmen in the world and the alleged heiress of his company, this surprised nobody.

It hadn’t really been much of a choice for you, since you had known, ever since you were four years old, that you would one day become the owner and CEO of Phoenix Inc. Even if your parents were to have birthed a hundred children after you, none of them would have become a candidate for the post. Because your grandfather had chosen you in particular, stated your name explicitly in his will, to become his successor as soon as you had finished college. Your dad was merely a placeholder - your placeholder - until that day.

You didn’t know why, though.

Se-Eun was waiting outside the main auditorium together with the other students when she spotted you approaching. She darted toward you, greeted you happily with a hug and took you a bit off to the side, so no one could overhear.

“You have to tell me what happened,” she blurted, her brown eyes glinting with curiosity. “We only have three minutes ‘til class, so you’d best keep it snappy.”

Thinking back on the last twelve hours, it wasn’t difficult for you to deduce that you could say nothing. Not even to your best friend.

“I… I can’t really talk about it,” you said truthfully. “But I promise, it wasn’t anything sensational.”

“I thought you were going to snap someone’s neck when you returned,” she said skeptically. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that upset. Were you embarrassed because they kicked you out? You didn’t have to let us wait for half an hour just to make it seem you had gotten backstage.”

“I was neither upset nor embarrassed,” you protested. “And if I wouldn’t have gotten backstage, I would have been only half as angry as I was yesterday.”

“I knew it!” she exclaimed triumphantly. “You are the quickest, craftiest person I know, (Y/F/N) - now spill the details! What’s there to be so on the down-low for anyways?”

“You know your dialect always spills through when you’re overexcited?” You gave her a teasing smile, pleasantly surprised with her compliment.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” she said stubbornly as she folded her arms across her chest. “Why are you so secretive about it?”

You shook your head. “I really can’t talk about it, I’m sorry.”

Se-Eun sighed, but she gave in. “Well, what did you think about the concert? Wasn’t it-- every one of them amazing? Especially Jungkook?”

When you didn’t immediately give her an annoyed eye roll, sigh or a directly opposed comment as you had the last couple of years whenever she brought up the subject of Jungkook, she whistled in surprise. “You must have really been floored,” she noted.

“Yeah,” you admitted reluctantly. You recalled Jungkook’s presence on stage and almost shivered. His hair, darkened with sweat; his large eyes, filled with an intensity you had never before witnessed; his body language, purposeful and practiced, yet fluid and wild, like liquid mercury; and his voice, soft yet steady, controlled yet gentle.

Beautiful.

But then you remembered his face when he had spotted Kim Sejin. You remembered the creeping anguish in his voice when he had spoken to you and the desperate strength of his grip when he had held your hand. He had been a whole different person. Fearful and brittle. So near his dream yet suspicious, confused and alone.

Now he trusted only you. Of course, you couldn't forget his eyes on Park Yi-Jae, either.

Se-Eun had been discussing which solo performance had been her favorite while you reminisced, when she said something that caught your attention.

“‘Taehyung’?” you repeated. “Who is he?”

“Are you serious?” exclaimed Se-Eun. “I’ve been talking about BTS for years and you only now pay attention?”

“Sorry,” you said unapologetically as you checked the time on your phone. Class would begin anytime now. “You never listen to me when I talk about my interests.”

“Oh, I don’t? I’ll remember this, (Y/N).”

“Come on, I’ll buy you lunch. Now tell me.”

“You would have gotten in so much trouble without your family’s money,” she replied while giggling. “Whenever your tongue and stubbornness get you in trouble, you have an easy way out.”

“Please, Se-Eun,” you said impatiently as you spotted movement over your friend's shoulder. “Professor Kang has already begun letting people inside.”

“Make it free lunch for the whole week.”

You gave her a sharp look but knowing the time-crunch you were in, you also nodded. “Deal.”

Se-Eun began toward the door as she spoke, signaling for you to follow. “Kim Taehyung is V’s real name,” she told you. “Do you want to know the rest of their real names as well?”

You greeted Professor Kang while passing her, then nodded again.

“Rap Monster’s real name is in fact Kim Namjoon,” said Se-Eun as she followed you on your search for two available seats next to one another. She folded a finger for each member - and name in your contact list - as she continued. “Jin’s real name is Kim Seokjin. J-hope’s real name is surprisingly not J-hope but Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin is Jimin and Min Yoongi is Suga. You probably know Jungkook’s real name.”

Suga. Min Yoongi. He was the one who hadn’t spoken even once when you first had stumbled upon the group. With slim dark eyes and a solo performance that had left you feeling physically wounded.

There was something about him.

“Jimin is the shortest one, right? With the light voice?” you asked as you found two seats and sank down into one of them.

“He’s taller than you.”

“In comparison with the whole group,” you said as you rolled your eyes at her instant defense. “And it wasn’t an attack, merely an observation.”

Se-Eun sat down next to you. “I’m just saying. Now, what’s the reason you want to know about their names? Are you becoming a fan?”

“Not really,” you said nonchalantly. “I just thought it would be good to know the names of the seven guys my best friend plans to marry by the end of her twenties.”

“Well, that will be easy. I only intend to marry one of them. Can you guess who?”

You swallowed. Hard.

“I can’t believe you’re still shameless enough to fantasize about things like that,” you said in an attempt to change the subject, immediately regretting the path your joke had taken. “Aren’t you too old to be a fangirl?”

“You’re never too old to be a fangirl,” she said defiantly. “I have a whole scenario in the back of my mind for the time we first meet. Jungkook will have spotted me in the audience and fallen in love with me just like that. I just need to be seen by him, that’s all.”

“You’re absolutely mad,” you told her as you laughed in disbelief. “Love doesn’t work like that. He doesn’t work like that.”

“Right, I forgot you and him are childhood friends and have known each other for centuries.”

You regarded her closely. “You’re actually getting irritated, aren’t you?” you asked.

When she didn’t directly reply, you almost burst out in laughter again. Fortunately, you were mindful of your surroundings: people were quieting as they trickled in slower through the door where Professor Kang still waited, her one hand rubbing the face of her wristwatch.

“I would never let a guy get between our friendship,” she said instead of directly addressing the question.

“Not even Jeon Jungkook?”

She shook her head as Professor Kang shut the door and began toward the lectern. “Not even him,” she whispered.

Se-Eun could never get hold of the knowledge that you and Jungkook had once been engaged, you realized as soon as the professor began her lecture. It would mean the end of your relationship. Even though you were tempted to talk with her about you and Jungkook and the situation overall, you couldn’t.

During the rest of the school day, you surprised yourself by almost constantly thinking about Jungkook. Which ways you could help him, what type of reintroduction would most likely help him and so on and so forth. You looked back at your and Jungkook’s time as younger, when and how he would express himself regarding music. You even listened to Se-Eun’s obsessive rambling over the group, hoping you could snatch any type of idea or information that might be of use - which didn’t prove as fruitless as you initially had predicted. For example, you never knew Rap Monster, or rather, Kim Namjoon, was the reason Jungkook had chosen BigHit when he had numerous other options. By the end of last class, you had actually gotten somewhat of a battle plan against Jungkook’s amnesia. Though you seriously doubted anything less than a miracle would be absolutely crucial for you to succeed by May 30th, you were determined.

You were in good spirits by the time Jong-Yeol dropped you off outside what Kim Sejin had told you was BTS’ apartment. The sun had already sunken beneath the upraised, jagged horizon of other apartment buildings, and your breath was escaping in white wisps. Fortunately, you had had the foresight to dress properly - unlike when you darted out to see Jungkook at the hospital - so you weren’t feeling too uncomfortable. Still, even though most of the snow had melted, Seoul was a chilly city during the winter months.

The apartment Kim Sejin had given you the address to didn’t look any different from a typical, middle-class apartment building. But then, you were used to living very affluently and had no idea if this was considered a good buy or not. Jong-Yeol had been unwilling to let you walk around all on your own, forcing you to remind him you weren’t seven years old any longer. Perhaps he had meant that the neighborhood wasn’t the best.

You were too nervous to call any of the six new contacts in your phone, so you stalled a bit by trying to find out where seven guys could live by checking the mailboxes in the entrance hall. However, none of the names stuck out as particularly “largest K-pop group in Korea”-esque, and you understood to your dismay that you would have to call one of them.

You were just about to dial Kim Seokjin - since he was the only one you had managed to fully identify on your own, he felt the least awkward to talk to - when someone called you.

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