#and i am the chaos entity that you should fear

[blazewatergem]

I’M GONNA TRAUMATIZE THE ANGEL *said with vicious glee*

#AM I AN ELDRITCH GOD? A FEAR ENTITY? AM I THE CEASELESS WATCHER YOU FEATHERED BITCHBOY?? #I AM ON A CHAOS HIGH KNOWN BY FEW EEEEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEE #gods I cannot believe how easy it was to get into character #fear me you alternate fuck #I’m having more fun than I should be having oh hell I’m a monster 😂 #character ai fun times #talking fire

[totheidiot]

why i would be the avatar of the following entities

post heavily inspired by the wonderful mutual who is @cult-of-the-eye ❤️ i missed the entities who i couldn't figure out what my connection to would be. the list is in alphabetical order for organisation. a few heavy topics ahead? but i try not to get too detailed with it. post is basically my connection to the fear entities and correlating my life experiences with them.

one. the corruption : i kid you not, if i was actually an avatar, this is who i would be. without a single doubt. let's see, not to going to get too in depth, but my best friend died of dengue a while back ya da ya da ya da after she died, i fell in love with her. disease. love. fucked up stuff. you get it.

two. the desolation : there was a fire they would burn outside my old school, to burn garbage and all of that. after a particularly difficult day at school, i would always walk over there and sit myself near the fire, just stare at it. sometimes i would burn little things like paper when i was feeling very angry. that pit of fire was a friend and i had liked to watch it burn. also self-destructive behaviour.

three. the end : refer to the corruption bits. my best friend's fate would tie into the end for me. also, my most major fear, ever since i knew about the concept of having a fear, was the fear of losing loved ones. so.

four. the extinction : okay, so last year, i believe, a thing happened in my city in bangladesh. for a night, the power of the entire city shut down. no electricity in any household, the generator was shut off, not even cellular data was working. so i am talking, no lights, no internet, not even a way to call by phone. load shedding, we had to use candles. it was a weekday night too, streetlights weren't working properly and there was no way for my father to contact us to tell us that he was safe. my mother thought that the prime minister had left the country for us to suffer. pure chaos. basic technology would not work, ovens and refrigerators needed an electrical connection obv and phones were useless. i was talking about this event and the post with my sister the other day and she suggested to add this to the dark, because no light but i feel like it fits the extinction way better for reasons i cannot formulate.

five. the eye : quiet, perceptive friend who just looks odd. you know the type, that was me. i was obsessed with gathering knowledge, i had a random fun fact for every subject. i prided myself with knowing a little about everything. furthermore, i have got this uncanny ability to just Know people's secrets?? okay suppose, my friend has a secret and she's hiding something from everyone. like it's a totally small thing, she likes someone but she doesn't want anyone to know. chances are, i will know. whether it's by observing their body language or thinking it over or just lucky guess, i will know. and the thing is, i will pretend not to know too. girl decided to tell us about that crush i will act shocked like everyone else, for no reason and then i'll go up to them in private and be like, "hey, i knew it. i guessed it last week."

i don't have anything for the meat related fears (fortunately?)

six. the lonely : *puts on a presentation on why i should be a lonely avatar and goes to the first slide* your boy has Social Anxiety. but in all seriousness, isolation, loneliness, it's all second nature to me. i get bothered when people are with me and even then, it feels like they are not? like people will be talking near me and it would feel like i am not even part of their world like. it's like watching a video of people talking like i am not involved in that, even though they are right next to me. they will try to include me in their conversation maybe, but that's not where i am? how can we exist in the same plane?

seven. the spiral : this is a fun one ! most mutuals probably already know this because i talk about it so so darn often but irl, most people actually call me the idiot ! all of my friends from bangladesh, almost every classmate calls me the idiot, to the point where i actually rarely used to hear me real (albeit dead) name spoken out loud. this kind of ties into the "there is no such thing as a real name" thing. also sometimes, late in the night, i will see and remember things and wake up the next day to find that it never happened ever. once, i was talking to my mother and i mentioned her like going to a hostel because she told me stories of how she attended a hostel in eighth grade and she starred at me. she told me that she had never attended a hostel and i was like, yes?? you did?? you always told me about jt?? and she was genuinely scared.

eight. the vast: talked about this once before but once, i was listening to the magnus archives three in the morning, it was one of the space episodes. got scared and suddenly, i had that urge to look out the window and i saw stars. in a light pollution world, where seeing the moon is uncommon, i see five or six stars. still to this day, do not know if i was imagining things.

that is it for all the spooky happenings that are happening.

#🍂 arian's shit #the magnus archives #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. #the fear entities #tma podcast #tma spoilers #tw death #tw disease #tw self destructive behavior #also as i was making this post my lights started flickering #so that's fun

[theyanderespecialist]

Corruption and Obsession 1 (Mini-Series) Corrupted Shinnok X Male Reader

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a mini-series for a friend of mine! He asked for this specifically, and I hope you all enjoy it!]

(Disclaimer: The Reader in this is not gay as the reader/listener is not attracted to men as the reader/Listener is very much only interested in Elrich gods and such. Normal, human men nope. This is a specific Reader and Listener, and he is not gay. If you want to see yourself as gay as the reader or listener, you are free to do that. But the lore for him is not gay.

Disclaimer 2: Corrupted Shinnok is not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional characters is fine. Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Part 1 The Chance Meeting-

(No One's POV)

(Name) is a good Man with a lot of struggles in his life, so much that he rarely smiles. He did what he was supposed to and did the right thing. He does not know his fate will change when (Name) crosses paths with an Elder God. This is how he came to face his fate. A Fate that may or may not be worse than death.

(Name) walks out of the gym as if he just had a good workout. It felt great to do his workout. Finally, as he starts to head home, he is caught in a mass run. People are screaming and fleeing from the Chaos down the streets. (Name) unlike the others, he ran towards the chaos. That is when he sees him, some Elder God! During a battle with someone else. (Name) stared in shock and awe at the God-like creature.

That is when The God Like Creature's eyes land on him. (Name) stares a bit in fear at that creature before him, unaware of what to do. His mind tells him it will be wise to run. Though he is not afraid of this creature or God. He watches as the sort of God went back to battle, and he watches the battle unfold a bit in awe of the power and strength.

Soon the police and military arrive, and (Name) is dragged away. Being told to not be stupid and to run! He did not want to go against the police. So he leaves. Heading home, he cannot get his mind off the man or God or creature. It was shocking, to say the least. He makes it home, and his family is worried about him. Asking if he was okay.

He tells them he is fine and that he did not get caught up in what happened. The news was on what happened.

"After the strange battle today in London, the mysterious God-like deity is gone." The News reporter says. "Hundreds dead. After police and military arrived, the entity seemed to retreat. We do not know if he will return or if he is done. We do not know what he is. The World Leaders are scrabbling with this new information. The People of the World are demanding answers from a supposed God. More here as this story develops."

(Name) watch with his family. The God was not really a man, but a deity. And (Name) remembers seeing him and seeing how strong he was. For A brief moment, he had wanted to pin, The God down and have him as his and his alone. Though he knew that was a foolish thought. He shakes his head and goes for a walk. His mother told him it was not safe.

"I will be okay, Mum. Just need some air." He reassures her. "I will just be out around the block."

He walks out of his home and starts to walk. No One is out, too afraid because of what happened. That is when (Name) sees him as the same God-like creature. The God Like creature stares down at (Name).

"There you are, little one. You did not run, and you did not hide." He says. "Curious how a pathetic human can gain my desire." The God speaks. "I am Shinnok, Elder God of Death. I will claim Destruction and death across all the realms."

(Name) knows he should be scared, but he is not. He wants to grab this God by his horns and tongue fuck his mouth.

"Then why are you here talking to me?" (Name) asks him. "When you could so easily be destroying this realm."

"That is what angers me, human!" He snarls. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have had the need to see you again! What is so special about a weak human like yourself!"

(Name) looks at him and shrugs, frown on his face. "I do not know, but I will make you a deal…"

"And what is that!" Shinnok demands.

"If I can fuck you, and satisfy you in a carnal way, then you will stop harming my world." (Name) says, and he knows that he could be admitted any second now, but he is at least going to shoot his shout.

The Elder God Laughs, outright laughs. "HAHAHAHAHA, I have never met a human so bold to ask for such a thing, but… you are quite a handsome human. Alright, Human, if you can satisfy me in a carnal way, I will spare your world. But that means you will belong to me. Forever. Am I clear?"

(Name) stops, if he can fuck this Elder God into submission, he would save his world. But then he will belong to an elder God. He thinks hard about this. This was not something that he was prepared for. But the innocent people he will save. He is sure this is the right thing to do.

"I agree to your terms." (Name) says, and Shinnok laughs.

"Foolish human, I am certain no human can satisfy me, and it will bring me great joy to destroy your world with you as the last human to watch your failure." He smirks.

(Name) just looks at him, and he knows the risk he is taking. But now, the fate of the world rests on him pounding an Elder God's ass into submission. He will pound this Elder God's Ass into submission. He will bend him over and plow him into submission. To save his world and his family.

"I will see you tonight, Shinnok, and there I will make you mine." (Name) says, looking at the Tall Edler God.

The deal was set, and now, (Name) was the last hope for the world, and will he be able to save the world? Or will he not be able to? Will his ass be on the line, and why does an elder God make a deal like this with a human. The Elder God seemed enraptured by the human male and wanted to see if he is good enough in bed. The Elder God is a bit obsessed with this human.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS The first part is done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and yes, there will be around 4 more parts! They will be spread out! This will take a year, to two if my mental health and real-life stuff get in the way. I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

@ghostrider280

Here is the story where it will be all in one place for easy access!

#yandere #yandere corrupted shinnok #yandere mortal kombat #yandere mini series #yandere story #story #mini series #mortal kombat #mortal kombat corrupted shinnok #corrupted shinnok #corrupted shinnok x male reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #monster fucking #monster fucker #monster fucker not gay

[nispakamuy]

So there's something so goddamn compelling about Rinne being indigenous ainu and his storyline it keeps driving me goddamn crazy.

Rinne is intelligent he is curious he wants to know about the world and what he finds is that his people are ostracized, they are seen as inferior, but there is a nuance to it that is so powerful compared to the usual straight up "I love all my culture and people" indigenous characters we usually see.

Rinne also resents his upbringing, he does not like how they hate embracing change, how they hate embracing technology, or the wonders of the world. He hates how conservative they are, he thinks they should move on despite it all, so his own community resents him for that, and when he goes to the city, the city resents him for who he is.

He is alone.

And he goes: Fuck that I am a monarch, I am smart and gorgeous I am going to take over the world! And he decides to become the most powerful entity in the world who are beloved by everyone, because he was never loved for who he truly was in the past. He becomes an idol.And he is amazing at it.

And he does not lose his integrity, he absolutely says fuck the system at every turn, cause chaos. The thing compared to other characters is that because of his status, because of how he is, Rinne has nothing to lose in this gamble against the institution.

No matter if he bends down or not, he will always be inferior. He cannot take a break from it. I do headcanon that since HE did not want to give he and Hiiro a darker skintone that the bright blue eyes and red hair are so striking they are a given to their origin instead. No matter where Rinne go he will always be stepped down and there are two choices to that either you wallow in misery or you stand up and fight and he will do the latter until he dies. His first motivation is that he knows he deserves better than every other privileged person who can ignore those issues, but to say he did not care about the movement is false too, even if he has himself first. Because Rinne has Hiiro. He wants his brother who he loves so much and want to protect to not live in a world where he is ostracized, where he has to come to those awful realities.

That is why Eichi brought Hiiro to ES. To cripple Rinne. Eichi knows that Rinne has a soft spot for his brother. Unlike Eichi, Rinne cannot bring himself to actually exploit people for his goals because he knows how it is to be exploited, he has been his entire life. Rinne is so so scared about Hiiro being hurt the same way he has been. The same way their people have been. Despite Rinne disliking their home village, Hiiro thrived in it. He was safe. And seeing Hiiro being exposed to everything makes him so scared. It is not that Rinne does not think Hiiro cannot handle things like friends squabbles or going to a more numerous school. Rinne is afraid that Hiiro will be faced with the traumatic wounds of systemic persecution which he has no control over. Rinne drinks. He gambles. Everyday his struggle facing colonization and not being able to escape from it is infinitely heavy. And he does not want this weight on his brother. The entire purpose of the main story arc was Rinne seeing that Hiiro was ok, that he was surrounded by a precious support group, and to let him spread his wings despite very, very real fears.

The writing does not explicitly say it but I totally see it, it is as coded as they are. And that is the thing, from where he comes from, a place with next to no privilege at all, Rinne cannot bring himself to exploit people. This is what makes him an antihero and not a villain. When doing the smear camping of the other units, he never did release anything too personal to hurt the people behind the units, he used things which hurt the brand of the units, something impersonal when I'm sure he's had plenty of more hurtful things. For example Rei it is way too easy to smear UNDEAD through Rei's past and yet Rinne did not, he attacked UNDEAD as a whole, for being temporarily an enemy, Rinne did not, unlike literally every enemy in Rei's life, put a target on the weak spot. And what is this? This is the sign of a good leader. A leader who is ruthless but has a heart to not be cruel.

And the headband. The headband. God I love it. Rinne loves the city life. He loves the modern life. Way way more than he loves the way of living in his home village. But it is still a part of him that he is proud of despite what he says. It is a nuance. And him wearing the headband everyday is proof of that. It's his crown as chieftain. It's part of him. And I love that for him. And there is another weight to him having to take it off every time he goes on stage as an idol. He has no stage outfit where the headband is present and I'm like AAAAA RInneeeeee. And during their time as a duo I think that Rinne definitely opened up about his difficulties to Niki. And Niki is extremely supportive. Them eloping together… my heart. Niki does not have to be 100% aware of every intricacy but he sees how much Rinne care and actually trusts him and believe him. Trust is something Rinne was never given when showing all his colors and Niki is the first and even currently the only one who does that. That's so powerful. Niki is the reason Rinne can keep on going because despite his ambitions and his energy, at the end of the day Rinne is human. He needs a home. He needs someone to be present and just love him. And Niki is that for him.

I said it before but with Endless Vide... if Niki was gone, Rinne would break. With Kohaku, Rinne sees part of himself. Kohaku is from an isolated traditional family and Rinne is happy to be here while he is discovering the world. Part of him wants to protect him, but also know Kohaku is strong enough to take care of himself. Rinne does not react as emotionally to Kohaku as he does with Hiiro.

With HiMERU, Rinne understands what it is to want to protect your family at all cost, no matter how destructive it is. He is more well adjusted when it comes to Hiiro, but seeing HiMERU, he understands. It is a path he could see himself having taken and he respects it. But he also knows how heavy the weight of that burden is. And he is supportive of HiMERU's choice but also gives him a safe space to let go. Rinne does not have a "I will make Crazy:B my found family" mindset, but because he is such a kind and good leader, he naturally has people attracted to him. Despite the chaos, despite his burdens. People even without realizing feel the qualities he has and he amass people around him who would go through everything with him. And that is so poetic and beautiful.

#.kamuy ( headcanon ) #more insane discord copy paste

[ultramagicalternate]

Erika Storm and Dr. Reynard Woodall

Relevant Posts: Mary Pickford

Master Post

Quick note: I am more than willing to take advice on how to do lighting and shading like you see above. I will happily make changes to this.

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- - The return of Two Infamous Primordials - -

    The Primordials were a group of entities tasked with testing the stability of the Cosmos back when God first created it. Once the Cosmos were stable enough for everyone to live in, the Primordials were expected to reincarnate. Some did not comply, becoming rogue Primordials. The two most notable examples are The Dragon of Old and The Lich of Old. In this case, something different happened. There were two Primordials God tasked with creation, that being The Sulfur of Old and The Mercury of Old. These two rivals created many things... until they fell in love. This union resulted in the creation of three new Primordials: The Fear of Old, The Hunger of Old, and The Child of Old.

    This was unacceptable and dangerous, so God called upon The Evangelist of Old and The Watchman of Old to deal with the issue. The Evangelist claimed Sulfur's power and the Watchman claimed Mercury's power. This forced the two troublemakers to reincarnate. The three newborn Primordials would be spared as it was no fault of their own. While it is unclear what Fear and Hunger are up to, the Child seems to have reincarnated as an Atlantean Alchemist named Hermes Trismegistus.

- - Dr. Reynard Woodall - -

    Originally The Sulfur of Old, Reynard was born in the year 1900. Being a young adult in 1920s America helped him greatly, leading him to becoming an engineer and an architect. He had a change of career once the stock market crashed, shifting him towards the military industrial complex. The chaos of World War II led to the start of a top secret group called The German Anomaly Investigation Group or G.A.I.G. (Pronounced: "Gauge"). His work in this group would lead to him discovering Alchemy, of which he practiced all throughout the 1940s. In the 1950s, Reynard was approached by M.A.I.G., a reformation of the old G.A.I.G. Over the years he would rise through the ranks and become the lead scientist for the organization.

- - Erika Storm - -

    The Mercury of Old was very chaotic and retained this trait even in her reincarnation. Erika just showed up one day on Sky Fortress Camelot (one of the air carriers for The Liger Brigade). Erika did have past interactions with the Briggs family, but it was poorly documented. The only thing Captain Antares Briggs knew was that she was nothing but trouble. Imagine his reaction to Erika just popping up one day and asking for a job in the science division. Things were hectic for a while. Erika had a habit of getting into trouble with her experiments, but she was producing results. Eventually Antares and the other captains of the North American division of The Liger Brigade agreed to promote her to head scientist.

    Naturally Erika and Reynard reunited at some point. They were beyond happy to see each other again. Plans for marriage are on the table. but starting a family is something they are not interested in... for good reasons. In regards to the bomb incident, the Time Watchers feel that the less known about that branch of the timeline the better. What they will say is that no, you should keep worrying and hate the bomb. There is a very good reason why countries do not use nukes on each other and it has nothing to do with opening a tear in reality that allowed a sentient Black Hole to roam freely on Earth. 

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Further Reading: Mary Pickford

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I'm going to keep the after thoughts short. I've had Erika kicking around for a while and I actually was going to originally upload her back when I was doing character profiles non stop (context: this was on DeviantART). Dr. Reynard on the other hand was inspired by Dr. Strangelove: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. No, I have not watched the movie yet... I've only watched the trailer. I want to watch the movie because that trailer has me hooked.

Again, if you got any advice for shadows like this, please let me know and I will happily make changes to this.

#chaotictempleknight #ultramagic alternate #fantasy #sciencefiction #sciencefictionfantasy #art #lore #character art #artwork #male #female #brown hair #brunette #purple eyes #glasses #bodysuit #business suit #dark room #character lore #oc lore #lore post #original character

[evolutionsvoid]

I guess since I have made several mentions to them throughout some of my previous entries, I should probably say something about the Helkkja. I don't usually write about random groups of people, but it feels a bit odd speaking about them so often but then never really giving it more than that. Eucella is probably screaming right now reading this, but I can't help it! I will write what I write, and will do it as much as I want! That being said, there probably isn't going to be much here, as I am not a plant of culture and human studies, as well as the fact that the Helkkja are hidden away on their forbidden frozen isle which means the outside world doesn't know too much about them. Regardless, I want to at least put some focus on them, brief as it may be!

What is known is that the Helkkja were not originally native to this arctic region, they came north and settled here. I guess wording it like that makes it sound a bit more pleasant and voluntary then it actually was. What they were before becoming the Helkkja was a ship of witches fleeing from the whole witch vs mage conflict. If you guys don't know about that long standing feud...uh... ask someone else (wow, off to a great start.) That is not a department I am well versed in, but do know that the fighting between the two has been pretty bad for quite some time. Apparently, the conflict was so heated in their land of origin, the witches that would be the Helkkja got on a boat and tried to escape. From the sounds of it, a fleet of ships aligned to the mages were in pursuit, and cut off their escape route. Instead of heading towards safer more habitable lands, the enemy forced the witches northward into the icy sea. With the arctic storms and Illhveli, the mages probably hoped that the elements would finish the witches off. It is not fully known if they called off pursuit due to this idea or if those very elements forced their retreat, but the mages broke away from the chase and left the witch ship in the chaos of the northern ocean. Due to extreme isolation and conditions, know one knew the fate of this ship, so it was assumed it went down with all hands aboard. Apparently, though, the witches landed on one of the icy islands and decided to call it home. That or they crashed there. However they wound up there, that is where the Helkkja were born, as the witches underwent drastic changes to survive this frozen region. How this all came to be, we obviously don't know (riveting stuff, Chlora! Really teaching them something). Some suggest they used potions made of local materials and stuff they brought to adapt their bodies to the climate. Others say they made a pact with some demon or entity in return for their own survival. No matter the method, the Helkkja were able to change their bodies to make themselves immune to the bitter cold and freezing gales. Though they cloak themselves in furs and hide, it sounds like these layers do little to warm them and are instead to hide their bodies. Legend says that their appearance beneath those shrouds is a ghastly one, with their extremities blackened as if from frostbite and the rest of their skin paler then snow. All that is usually shown in drawings are their gnarled, darkened hands, which adds fear to beings who adorn themselves with strange magic and bone. Obviously, all that they wear and use are crafted from the land and creatures that are around them. Some depictions have shown them with Illhveli bones and Skeljaskrimsli armored hide, with the idea that they have collected them from dead carcasses. One would think these materials would come from hunting, but the tales insist that the Helkkja use these dangerous beasts as familiars. It is how they have stayed so secret, and why locals view them with fear. Since they are witches, it is obvious that they brew potions, but arctic weather isn't the best for cooking. Also, there isn't a whole lot of metal cauldrons just laying around, and heating up frozen metal is a recipe for disaster. If you look at the drawings, you will notice that their method of brewing uses a different vessel. It appears to be a large container cut from whale skin, propped up on legs of bone. There is no fire for brewing, as a blaze would surely be snuffed out in this cold and the Helkkja despise all heat. Instead, the base of their brews is brine. This brine is so incredibly salty that it can't freeze in the low temperatures, and it seems to dissolve all ingredients added in. So this is how the Helkkja make potent brews without heat! This is also why their potions are so unique, as their base ingredients and catalysts are quite unconventional. It is also the reason why their magic is feared, as its composition causes usual magic barriers and guards to break under their assault. Mages have their wards tuned to usual witchcraft, so freezing brine spells easily cut through these defenses. However, these brews cannot be easily replicated outside of the north, as warmer climates seem to disrupt the cooking process. The spells still work just fine, but it needs the freezing surroundings to properly create them in the first place. It also sounds like these potions are incredibly caustic to the wands they fuel, as the extreme salt does considerable wear. So if one wishes to use these powerful concoctions, they best be ready to get a new wand after multiple uses. As for drinking potions, legends give them a wide variety of powers. Some say they make brews that allow the drinker to survive subzero temperatures or a potion that allows one to read the fates written in aurora of the night sky. The tales also make mention that these brews are quite salty and have a very crude taste to them, so don't be expecting pleasant flavors. Salty, fishy potions made from whale fat and arctic lichens. Yuck! Doesn't sound that great to me (also that salt level would probably kill me outright).

As I have mentioned before, the Helkkja have quite the reputation to the people of the north. For most, they are witches to be feared, blamed for every ship lost at sea, every hunter that never returns and pretty much any stroke of bad luck. The tales around them are ones of fear, speaking of how they haunt the oceans on ships of ice and bone, pulled by a fleet of tamed Illhveli. Some believe they can possess animals and even control the weather itself, turning nature against man for the sake of vengeance. However, it sounds like not everyone is terrified of them. Certain tribes and clans that live even further north appear to have no ill will towards the Helkkja, with some statements I have gathered making it sound like they view them as silent neighbors. From what they say, the Helkkja had encountered their people long ago, seeking a place to settle. The witches, trapped in the north, wanted a secluded place far from people, and the tribe had pointed them to the island they inhabit now. Some ancient records even reference brief trading at the beginning, helping the witches survive until they came across whatever method turned them into what they are now. To these people, the Helkkja are just trying to get by and want no hostilities. It is suggested that a number of ships that have sunk near their island may have had more nefarious purposes to its trip than mentioned, though there are certainly plenty of cases of "wrong place, wrong time."

While it is the common belief that the Helkkja are hostile to all and seek absolute isolation, some members of these tribes have said that there are times they have contacted these witches for help. When plagues or disasters strike harder than they can handle, some have turned to the Helkkja and asked for their aid. From the fellow I was talking to, it is kind of a humorous story. A horrid sickness was burning through his people, so he sought a cure from the Helkkja. I asked how he had communed with them, how was he able to summon them? Surely these arctic witches must be called upon through some strange ritual! The answer was "oh, I just paddled over there and asked them." So perhaps these witches are not as mysterious as we thought. Perhaps there are others who know of them, they just happen to be extremely isolated too. Now before I end this, I have to bring up one odd question that gets bounced around a lot. It was said that when the witches first settled here, that they made a decree that "no man shall walk upon these shores." Essentially, no boys allowed in their club, with punishment of death to all who set foot on their island. However, the Helkkja have been alive and well for decades, with some mention of younger witches amongst their ranks. So this leads to the question: how are they getting more Helkkja? Are they reproducing, and how so if there are no men? I should make mention of the common myth that all witches are female, which is quite untrue. There are male witches, and they are indeed still called witches, so it is possible that there were men amongst them when they first arrived. And of course, this decree could be totally false, fabricated by legend to make them more threatening and bizarre.

But say that any of this is true, how do they get more witches? One can say that they recruit new people, that witches from other parts of the world travel there in hopes of learning their ways. Due to the intense conditions, I can't imagine many do that. So perhaps they do reproduce, but how? Folks claim that they create new children like one would brew a potion, birthing life from a fleshy cauldron. Some locals suggest that they do indeed breed with men, but they abduct them from the northernmost tribes for this insidious purpose. Folks from the northernmost tribes say this is a load of crap, so I guess we can rule that one out. One uncouth fellow I posed this question to gestured to some tusks and bones with a loaded "ya, know." Yeah, thanks man. Another person suggested to the Helkkja decree, "I don't know, maybe they were just being hyperbolic?"       Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian -------------------------------------------

“Helkkja”

And to finish off the whole winter/ice/cold theme month, the arctic witches themselves! Wait, what day is it? It's the 31st, right? OH GOD I COMPLETELY MISSED IT! It isn't even the New Year's Day, we are past that too! I really lost track of the time! Well, that is what happens when you buy a new game and decide to play it for three days without paying attention to anything around you. Uh, Happy New Year? I guess?

#witch #magic #art #drawing

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted: TMA x Malevolent fic in progress

Tim Stoker opened a book he shouldn't, and now he's got a new friend.

The good news is, it turns out Tim has a serious aptitude for magic.

The bad news is this universe is filled with beings made of Fear - beings with an unfortunate habit of eating gods - and Hastur, who's calling himself John, is the only god left in this universe who hasn't been chewed.

One of these beings has already marked Tim - the Desolation, a force of destruction and rage.

If they're going to make it through this, they will need some help.

It's up for debate, however, if this is the help they need.

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Pounding on his front door wakes him.

Tim startles awake in sour adrenaline, absolutely terrified, and is briefly unable to remember why.

New apartment - he remembers that, but why would someone at the door make him feel he needs to run?

Tim? Someone is at the door.

Oh, right. Corpses with blood that burns, chaos demons, Cthulhus named Yellow. “Yeah,” says Tim, and goes to find a weapon.

He’s bruised to hell and moving like a little old man, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is he doesn’t have any weapons. There are kitchen knives somewhere, but he doesn’t know which box.

He is reduced to gripping a broom as he creeps toward his door.

The pounding has continued.

Oh, says Yellow.

Tim stops creeping. “What do you mean, ‘oh?’”

They found me a lot faster than I expected. Heh. I suspect that’s your fault, as it were. Your power has enhanced my presence.

Bang bang bang goes the door.

“That’s got to be bad,” says Tim. “So am I taking the fire escape, or…”

No, it should be fine - however, be aware that they can hear me.

“Who can?” says Tim.

You are about to meet my followers, says Yellow, and Tim is absolutely sure he is preening.

“Followers?” says Tim. “I thought you’d been on the down-low for centuries, or whatever.”

I am a god, Tim. Did you really believe no one would worship the only god that’s left?

“You know, I don’t think I want to wrestle with that before coffee,” says Tim, and bravely opens the door.

Three men in fucking friar’s robes stand there, fully shaved, eyes a little too wide to be right in the head, and the moment they see him, they all drop to their knees right in the distinctly public hall.

“My lord!” one cries in what might be a French accent. “You have returned! Never have I thought in my lifetime I would see!”

Calm, collected, Tim closes the door.

Yellow is laughing at him. It’s all right, Tim. You can let them in.

“Right. Couple of concerns,“ says Tim. "First of all, what the fuck? Second, do I have to deal with whatever this is?”

No, but it will make things easier.

“How?” says Tim.

The knocking resumes. Bang bang bang.

They have served me for thousands of years, Tim. They have resources we need.

“What, those three guys, specifically?”

No. Their organization.

“And they won’t… you know, lead the god-eaters to you?”

Yellow pauses. By themselves, no. Do you have any idea how many cults and religions there are? Their mere existence is not enough to draw predatory attention.

“You said my power enhances yours, or whatever. We’re pinging radars, apparently.”

They have specific systems set up to recognize me when I am enfleshed. The Entities, while ravenous, do not employ such tricks. No, if my enemies find me, it will not be through these men.

Tim rubs his face. “Just tell me these aren’t the guys who killed my brother. Tell me that.”

I don’t know who had my book, Tim, but it wasn’t them - your brother would never have successfully gotten it away from them.

Bang bang bang.

“Well, someone obviously did get it away from them.”

Tim.

“You need to explain that later. All right? Fine. Here we go.” Tim opens the door.

They’re still on their knees.

Directly behind them, one of Tim’s new neighbors glances down once, glances at him, and moves on their with a distinctly spooked expression.

So that’s great.

“Come in, already,” says Tim, “before anybody else sees you. The fuck, guys?”

They crawl inside. Then each of them takes a small bag from their pockets and begins to pour what might be salt in weird symbols around them on the floor.

Tim’s vacuum is still at his parents’ house. “Oh, what the fuck,” Tim mumbles.

Yellow is laughing again.

“Yellow,” says Tim evenly. “Get them to stop being weird, or I’m not going to keep this up.”

My friends, my beloved ones, Hastur pronounces (and one of the men makes an absolutely indecent sound). Welcome. This one is my own, for I have chosen him: you will call him Lord Stoker, and you will do as he bids.

“Wait a damn minute!” Tim chokes.

“We hear and obey!” they say as one, and repeat it three fucking times.

It’s all right, Tim, says Yellow, highly amused. They will help us find what we need.

“What we need to what?” says Tim.

Protect you. Extend your life. And… maybe find something we can do to keep me out of Kayne’s hands.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say so sooner?” Tim mutters.

Because this is very funny, and I wanted to see what you’d do.

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” Tim says.

Yellow just laughs.

#tma #malevolent #tma fic #malevolent fic #fic in progress #wip #amwriting #tim stoker #the king in yellow #hastur malevolent

[demonfox38]

Completed - Hylics

Just enjoy yourself.

I've been feeling failure avoidant lately. Like, for the last thirty years or so. It's said that tolerance of failure and learning from your mistakes will make you into a greater person. And man, am I going to be mediocre for a long, long time. But, last weekend was quiet, and I had the opportunity to do something for myself, for once. I figured, being so repulsed and fearful of failure, that "Hylics" was just what I needed to play.

"Hylics" is a 2015 avant garde RPG Maker game by Mason Lindroth. Its mechanics are typical of most RPG Maker games, save for two unique spins—the use of limited but taxing enemy encounters and repeated massacring of the main character to gain strength. Couple with a muted, experimental soundtrack, a limited pastel color palette, and the use of physical models and clay sculptures for environments and characters, the presentation of "Hylics" is unique and fascinating. Like, the closest comparison I could make is some kind of hybrid child between the artwork of Mœbius and the purposefully bizarre RPG Maker game "Space Funeral."

It's weird. That's by design. But, is it parsable?

Oddly enough, the game's plot should feel relatively familiar to most RPG fans, if not conveyed directly by the somewhat randomized text. There is a man on the moon (Gibby) doing something evil. What that is? Eh, not all that clear. Mostly making people mad or difficult to talk to, I'm guessing. But, the only person interested in reaching him is Wayne, a mild-manner schlub with less money to his name than what sits outside in a trash bin. (Possibly, his brother? Both are moon themed in design in name, after all.) Partnered with Dedusmuln (an archeologist obsessed with water coolers and paper cups), Somsnosa (a depressed ruler of bugs named after childhood misspellings of the creator's name), and Pongorma (a sealed-away knight with dominion over moving skulls), Wayne goes forward in cycles of death and resurrection to eventually put Gibby's tyranny to an end.

Ya know. Heroes of light stopping an entity of chaos. Mostly the plot of the first "Final Fantasy", but run through a Playdough factory and a text randomizer.

So, fighting and dying. Proper management of both falls under prevue of most video games. In this particular case, successfully killing an enemy grants Wayne meat from its remains. After he has similarly been melted like a wax figurine, Wayne enters the afterlife, whereupon he can process said meat to give him more health before returning to the land of the living. Now, this only applies to anyone in the party with him. To best maximize health, it's best to wait to have as many characters as possible, then start rendering meat. Honestly, that's pretty manageable. You can run from fights, and for the most part, it's easy enough to weave away from enemies. I wasn't able to push it quite to the point of having Pongorma prior to starting meat processing, but the other three characters were able to have a healthy HP pool with the running shenanigans I was doing.

Maze navigation is a secondary skill needed for this game. Most of the combat zones take place in labyrinths filled with small passages and abstract junk. Many also include insta-killing obstacles, which honestly, isn't that bad. (Frankly, I was bummed when Pongorma joined the party because that cut off a way I could easily kill Wayne's party and return to the afterlife.) Being able to identify weird paths will often award you with additional items or the presence of Sages, beings that grant tokens that eventually allows the player to learn an ultimate magic spell from a TV (that I really didn't end up using anyway, but that's beyond the point.)

Oh! Yeah! You also learn magic (i.e., gestures) from watching television! And you can go back and have new partners watch them whenever you want! Very helpful. Gotta have those Space Shurikens and Mystic Meat spells on the list ASAP.

I feel weird, being unable to say more about "Hylics." It's strange, yes! But, reasonably so. It's kind of like playing an RPG in a language you don't speak well. Which, hell. If you love JRPGs, you may have done that a time or two. I also like how approachable it is, both from a player and a developer's perspective. This is definitely an auteur work from someone with a unique vision. If we all had the time and dedication, we could make a game like "Hylics" (if not with the same art and music style.) I think if you ever want to make video games, you should play this game. This sets reasonable expectations in both what a person can do and how unique one can be with small development tools and a good perspective. Definitely better than trying to recreate "Super Smash Bros" or "Fortnite" in Unity for the sixteen-kajillionth time.

Also? It's three hours long and $2.99 on Steam. Trips to art museums cost more than that. It's a good afternoon treat. Adds some diversity to your media diet. And don't our brains need that?

#post game evaluation #hylics

[so-true-overdue]

Unveiling the Unbelievable Truth about Iniquitous: A Teen's Angsty Perspective

Oh, hello there, dear readers. Brace yourselves, for I am about to reveal an astonishing, mind-boggling truth about the enigmatic realm of iniquitous. But first, let me assure you that you are about to dive into a world where absurdity intertwines with angst, leaving you questioning everything you thought you knew. Take a deep breath, are you ready? Here it is: Iniquitous, that mysterious and elusive entity, is actually fueled by the tremendous power of teenage angst. Yes, you heard it right. Iniquitous, with all its dark allure, wickedness, and delight in evildoing, flourishes under the emotional turmoil and hormonal frenzy of angsty teenagers. Who would've thunk it, right? Picture this: a room full of brooding teenagers, clad in black, adorned with excessive piercings and tattoos, their eyes rolling in existential angst. In that very moment, the energy they emit merges into a cosmic force that unleashes the madness we know as iniquitous. It's like a rebellious orchestra, playing the symphony of chaos and rebellion. But wait, there's more! Iniquitous feeds on adolescent melodrama, thriving on tears and dramatic sighs. Every time an angsty teen dramatically declares, 'Nobody understands me!' or 'Life is meaningless!', iniquitous gains strength, reaching unfathomable levels of wickedness. So, if you thought iniquitous was just a product of evil masterminds or ancient curses, think again. It's the angsty souls of adolescence that bring it to life. Behind every act of iniquity lies a hormonal teen, armed with cynicism and a side of teenage rebellion. Now, before I wrap this up, let's ponder on the implications of this revelation. Should we rejoice in the fact that teenagers unknowingly possess the power to summon iniquitous? Or should we fear their emotional turbulence, for it holds the key to unleashing darkness? Perhaps it's a bit of both. So, my fellow enthusiasts of the peculiar, next time you encounter a moody teenager, cherish the opportunity to witness the chaotic magic they carry within. And as for iniquitous, well, let's raise our black coffee mugs and toast to the devilishly delightful alliance between rebellion and wickedness. Disclaimer: This blog post is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author is not responsible for any summoning of iniquitous or increase in teenage angst that may occur as a result of reading this article.

#Unbelievable #Truth #Facts #Trust #Worship #Religion #Belief #Unbiased #Skeptic #Smart

[tasmiq]

Jumu'ah Sohbet: 13 October 2023

This is a later delivery than normal because I fell into the very forewarning our Tariqa received about falling into a cycle of negativity, which ultimately taints one's perception of our Source! It is an ominous time for the Muslim world, and in these crucial hours, would you rather spend the moments catching up on matters of dismay or inviting a positive turnaround of events insha'Allah ... ? We have afterall lived its reality in our micro-world by drawing on our Positivity Prayers.

Other than the outer worldly reflector of the chaos, these were the more important inner world insights from the beautiful chi (energy) of Shaykh Mirjaen Pirbhai of Tanzania.

#1. He intriguingly asked why we were really in this Sufi Tariqa? We came from the original religions that we had / have, such as Judaism, Christianity, Shiaism, Sunnism, and whatever we were / are! Therefore, Christian, Jewish, and Muslim Sufis exist because the truth of our experiences is that we found solace or holy guidance in the realisation of the saying, "When the student is ready, the master shows up!"

He correctly described how our Tariqa actually pulled us like a magnet to our Shaykh Taner and Shaykha Muzeyyen, and that's why we became a mureed (follower) or a Sufi. When I eventually approached Shaykh Taner, I had the cheek to identify the Tariqa as a family of misfits that I craved to join. However, only after my accident did the epiphanies arise of where my belonging and spiritual home truly was, the Ansari Qadiri Rifai Tariqa!

#2. Intrinsically poetic, Shaykh Mirjaen continued, where mainstream religions see us differently; we see from our spiritual hearts, love, and the Divine. Furthermore, how will it materialise in this world of duality, where God is perceived as a different entity? Despite there being a Qur'anic verse that says, "Wherever you turn, you see Allah's face." And where Allah says, "I am closer to you than your jugular vein."

However, is that the experience that we have in our daily lives, or what are the veils that we have to overcome? That veil is the appearance of the self that "I exist!". That is why we say, "La ilaha illalah" (There is nothing but the Divine). In actual but somewhat mystical reality, the experience of the self within the Self creates a feeling that we're not the doers, and that will happen only when we have a certain purity of mind. That purity of mind is a process achieved through our Daily assignments and Zikr.

#3. How our Daily assignments and Zikr takes effect is based on the individual because we each grow up differently. What Prophet Muhammad SAW experienced in the Cave of Hira is what Shaykh Taner was trying to get us to experience, that sense of Divine oneness, and what others call enlightenment in knowing yourself. Shaykh Mirjaen related how it was told by many philosophers and even the Prophet SAW, "Know yourself, and you will know your Lord!"

So knowing yourself is the crux, and we do that through a consciousness that is Universal and that sense of peace, bliss and happiness is not attained with our senses. We have to go beyond the mind and senses to attain that soul connection to what we truly are. So knowing yourself is one of the prerequisites that the Prophet Muhammad SAW propagated when he attracted people to the fold of Islam. He was telling people, "You are nothing but La ilaha illalah, nothing but the Divine", that's what we are and what we should work towards. Then, the tradition and practice came later on

#4. Shaykh Mirjaen then spoke of how Shaykh Taner encouraged us to study biology, chemistry, physics and even quantum physics which will take us to the root of everything, where what you see is not what it appears to be. Shaykh Taner said that ultimately, when we are conscious of how we react, we can understand the root cause of it. As a fear of losing something; wanting something, or self-preservation. It may even block our inner light. We are always living in the world and seeing it as the apparent reality which is controlled by the Shariah that we have, where there is a differentiation of mine and thine.

But in Tariqa, the consciousness evolves about being less attached to the differentiation of things as a shared reality. In Haqqiqa, you are shown that none of these things belonged to mine or thine but belong to the Lord. Finally, in the Ma'rifah level, you grow to see that everything belongs to Allah. If you say that I exist and Allah exists, that would be conforming to duality. The Sufi logic, however, sees the Divine as walking to us and as it is needed in reality but not identifying ourselves as the doer.

#5. He finally reflected that these are the processes that he took to become a student, where he was looking for answers to the end. Here, Shaykh Taner said that when we are looking for an infinite reality, can there really be an end to the finite seeking?

He added that Shaykh Taner, in his daily functions, saw Allah in it as a continuous presence of their Essence. We as Sufis are looking to overcome our desires and fears and to experience this level of consciousness, insha'Allah! Most poetically, Shaykh Mirjaen declared that the more disturbed we become is the more that we have to learn, which is a direct proportional reality in our worldly lives.

We were so blessed to swim in the endearing recollection of Shaykh Mirjaen's relationship to his Baba, who is our actually ours, as our spiritual father:

Shukran Ya Allah × infinity

[rainywerewolfmoon]

The Fairyland

Ao3 link here The Fairyland - Chapter 36 - Princessmh9 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 36: Unseelie and Wild Hunt's Threat

{In the dark castle of the Unseelie and Wild Hunt Queen Mab was angrier than ever before}

{Mab} It's been six months. SIX MONTHS!!!!! And you idiots still can't get Excalibur or Genevieve for that matter.

{The dimly lit chamber echoed with Queen Mab's furious voice, her anger palpable in the air. Her sharp, ice-blue eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of her subjects, the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt. They cowered before her; their heads bowed in submission. Even King Arawn Prince Valory and Princess Dela were weary of Mab's fury.}

{Mab} You pitiful creatures have failed me time and time again. I entrusted you with the task of retrieving Excalibur and capturing Genevieve, yet you have nothing to show for your efforts!

{The Unseelie and Wild Hunt minions exchanged nervous glances, their fear evident. They knew their Queen's wrath was not to be taken lightly.}

{Minion 1} Your Majesty, we have scoured the lands, traversed treacherous realms, and pursued every lead available to us. But Excalibur and Genevieve remain elusive in Enchantra.

{Minion 2} We have encountered numerous obstacles and powerful adversaries in our quest. The Knights of Enchantra and their allies have proven formidable adversaries, Your Highness.

{Mab} Formidable adversaries, you say? Pathetic excuses! The might of the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt should have crushed them effortlessly. I granted you the dark magic of our realm, and yet you return to me empty-handed!

{The Queen's voice reverberated through the chamber, causing the stone walls to tremble. She paced back and forth, her long, ethereal gown trailing behind her, radiating an aura of pure malice.}

{Mab} Excalibur is the key to unlocking our dominion over the mortal realm. With its power, we could shape the fate of kingdoms, sow chaos, and tighten our grip on this world. And Genevieve, that treacherous sorceress, must face justice for her defiance!

{The minions bowed lower, their heads almost touching the cold, hard floor, their voices trembling with fear.}

{Minion 1} We pledge our unwavering loyalty, Your Majesty. We shall redouble our efforts and leave no stone unturned until Excalibur and Genevieve are in your hands.

{Minion 2} Our Queen, please grant us another chance. We will not fail you again.

{Queen Mab paused, her anger simmering beneath a thin veneer of contemplation. She stared at her minions with a mixture of disdain and begrudging approval.}

{Mab} Very well. I shall grant you one final chance. But know this: failure will not be tolerated. Bring me Excalibur and Genevieve, or prepare to face the consequences that even your worst nightmares cannot fathom.

{With a flick of her wrist, Queen Mab dismissed her trembling minions. The dark castle echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scurried off to fulfill their Queen's orders. The fate of the Unseelie, the Wild Hunt, and perhaps the entire mortal realm hung in the balance as they ventured once more into the treacherous unknown, driven by fear and the desperate hope of redemption.

As the minions scurried away, King Arawn, Prince Valory, and Princess Dela approached Queen Mab cautiously. The tension in the room was palpable, and they knew they had to address the situation carefully.}

{Arawn} My Queen, we understand your frustration, but perhaps a different approach is needed. The Knights of Enchantra and their allies have proven to be formidable adversaries. It might be wise to consider an alliance or seek assistance from other powerful entities.

{Mab} Alliance? Assistance? I need neither. I am the Queen of the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt, the embodiment of darkness and power. I will not stoop to beg for help.

{Valory} My mother, with all due respect, Excalibur and Genevieve possess great strength. It is not a sign of weakness to seek aid when facing such adversaries. The fate of our realms hangs in the balance, and we must do whatever it takes to achieve our goals.

{Queen Mab's gaze softened for a moment as she considered Valory's words. The weight of their failures pressed upon her, and the realization that a different approach might be necessary slowly sank in.}

{Mab} Very well, my family. Perhaps you are right. We shall explore the possibility of alliances. But remember, the power of the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt must always remain supreme.

{Princess Dela stepped forward; her voice filled with determination.}

{Dela} Mother, we have contacts in realms beyond our own. Ancient beings who may be willing to aid us in this endeavor. Let us use our connections to our advantage.

{Queen Mab's gaze shifted from her family to the dark, forbidding landscape visible through the window. She nodded, a spark of newfound determination in her eyes.}

{Mab} Yes, let us reach out to those who dwell in the shadows, those who thirst for chaos and upheaval. We shall forge alliances that will bring Excalibur and Genevieve to our grasp. No longer shall we rely solely on our own forces.

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{A few days later}

{Genevieve and Kendra enter the throne room laughing after spending all morning and most of the afternoon training. As Genevieve and Kendra entered the throne room, their laughter echoed through the grand chamber, cutting through the lingering tension. The sound of their mirth seemed out of place amidst the somber atmosphere, catching the attention of King Oberon and Queen Titania and King Lindir.}

{Oberon} I see your training went well today.

{Genevieve and Kendra bow to them}

{Kendra} Yes, your Majesties. Our training went very well today. Genevieve is getting better and better every day.

{Lindir} I am pleased to hear that. My son says you almost as good as him.

{Genevieve blushes at the mention of her lover} Please King Lindir I am not that good.

{Ash enters the room and walks up to Genevieve with a playful smile. As Ash entered the throne room, his presence added another layer of warmth to the already lighthearted atmosphere. His playful smile drew Genevieve's attention, causing her blush to deepen.}

{Ash} Ah, Genevieve, my love, I heard laughter echoing through the halls and couldn't resist joining in. What joyful mischief have you and Kendra been up to?

{Genevieve's smile matched Ash's playful expression as she turned to face him.}

{Genevieve} Just training, my dear. Kendra and I have been honing our skills and pushing each other to new heights. Laughter keeps our spirits high and reminds us of the bond we share.

{Ash chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection.}

{Ash} Your laughter is infectious, my love. I'm glad to see you thriving and growing stronger each day. The Unseelie Court and Wild Hunt will surely tremble at the might of our combined powers.

{Queen Titania, captivated by the scene before her, couldn't help but interject.}

{Titania} Love and laughter are powerful forces, capable of transforming even the darkest of realms. Genevieve, Kendra, cherish your bond, for it holds immense strength and the potential to shape the fate of our world.

{King Oberon nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting between the two couples.}

{Oberon} Indeed, love and laughter are forces that defy the shadows. May they guide you in your quest and bring light to the darkest corners of our realms.

{They smile at this as Ash wraps his arms around Genevieve and she smiles at this as she rests her head on his shoulders. Adonis smiles loving at her as he kisses her head. Lindir sighs as he watches them.}

{Lindir} As much as I love to see my only son and you bring the joy and love that you share together I have to ask you something Genevieve.

{Genevieve smiling} Please do ask away King Lindir.

{Lindir} Are you ready and trained enough for battle?

{Genevieve's smile remained, though a hint of seriousness touched her eyes as she listened to King Lindir's question. She straightened her posture, a determination evident in her voice.}

{Genevieve} King Lindir, I appreciate your concern. I have dedicated myself to rigorous training, honing my skills and pushing myself to the limits. With Kendra's guidance and the support of Ash and our allies, I believe I am prepared for the battles that lie ahead.

{Ash tightened his embrace around Genevieve, offering his silent support. His eyes reflected unwavering confidence in her abilities.}

{Ash} Genevieve's strength, both in her magic and her spirit, grows with each passing day Father. I have witnessed her resilience and determination firsthand. She is more than ready to face any challenges that come her way.

{King Oberon interjected, his voice calm but firm.}

{Oberon} Genevieve, battle is not to be taken lightly. It demands not only skill and strength but also a clear mind and unwavering resolve. Are you prepared to face the dangers that await you, understanding the risks and sacrifices that may be required?

{Genevieve's gaze met King Oberon's; her eyes filled with a determination that matched his own.}

{Genevieve} I understand the weight of the battles we face, King Oberon. I am prepared to confront the darkness that threatens our realms, knowing that sacrifices may be necessary. But I also carry with me the belief that love, and laughter can prevail over the shadows. With the support of my allies and the light that burns within me, I am ready to face whatever may come.

{King Lindir sighed, his gaze shifting between Genevieve and Ash. Though his concern remained, he could see the conviction in their eyes.}

{Lindir} Genevieve, Ash, your dedication and determination are commendable. As a father, it is only natural for me to worry for your safety. But I trust in the strength of your bond and your unwavering spirits. May your love and laughter continue to guide you through the trials a head.

{Genevieve nodded; her gratitude evident.}

{Genevieve} Thank you, King Lindir. Your faith in us means a great deal. We shall carry your words in our hearts as we march forward, never forgetting the importance of our training and the power of our love. There is just one thing. Why ask now?

{Lindir sighs at this} Its the Unseelie and Wild Hunt. They have teamed up with the evil forces in the other realms.

{Genevieve's eyes widened at King Lindir's revelation, a mixture of concern and determination crossing her face.}

{Genevieve} The Unseelie and the Wild Hunt joining forces with the evil forces... This is grave news indeed. The realms are facing a formidable threat, and our mission has become all the more crucial.

{Ash tightened his grip on Genevieve's hand, his voice laced with determination.}

{Ash} We cannot falter in the face of such darkness. Our training and unity are now more vital than ever. Together, we will stand against this alliance of malevolence and protect our realms from their wicked intentions.

{King Oberon, observing the resolve in their eyes, spoke with a firm yet somber tone.}

{Oberon} Genevieve, Ash, the battle that lies ahead will be arduous. The stakes are higher than ever, and the threat to our realms has grown in magnitude. The Unseelie, the Wild Hunt, and their newfound allies pose a formidable challenge that requires unwavering strength, strategy, and unity.

{Titania} Remember, love and laughter are powerful weapons that can inspire hope even in the darkest of times. Let them be your guiding light as you face this perilous journey.

{Genevieve's expression hardened, and a determined fire burned in her eyes.}

{Genevieve} King Oberon, Queen Titania, we are prepared to face this challenge head-on. We shall harness the power of our bond, the strength of our training, and the light of love and laughter to overcome these dark forces.

{Kendra, who had been standing by Genevieve's side, spoke up, her voice resolute.}

{Kendra} We shall not rest until the Unseelie, the Wild Hunt, and their allies are defeated, and the realms are once again safe from their tyranny. Our determination is unwavering, and our spirits are fortified.

{With their resolve affirmed, Genevieve, Ash, and Kendra exchanged a determined glance, ready to face the formidable alliance that threatened their realms.}

{Oberon} The battle to end the Unseelie and Wild Hunt is upon us. These are dark times we will be facing indeed.

{Kendra} But who will make the first move? Us or the Unseelie and Wild hunt?

{Ash} The element of surprise could work to our advantage. If we strike first, we can disrupt their plans and catch them off guard. However, we must also consider the risks involved and the potential retaliation from their combined forces.

{Genevieve} It's a delicate balance, indeed. We need to gather more information about their current whereabouts, their alliances, and their strategies. This will allow us to make an informed decision about the best course of action.

{Titania} I will dispatch my most skilled scouts to gather intelligence on the Unseelie, the Wild Hunt, and their allies. We need a comprehensive understanding of their movements and plans before we make our move.

{Oberon} In the meantime, we must continue strengthening our forces. Our armies need to be ready to stand against the impending threat. Training, strategizing, and reinforcing alliances with other realms will be crucial.

{Ash} And let us not forget the power of unity. We must rally the support of other noble houses, magical beings, and allies who share our desire for peace and justice. Together, we can form a formidable resistance against the darkness that threatens our realms.

{Kendra} We shall also tap into the knowledge and wisdom of our trusted advisors and the elders of our realms. Their counsel will guide us in making the right decisions and ensure that we approach this battle with the utmost wisdom and foresight.

{They all nod at this as King Lindir turns to Oberon and Titania.}

{Lindir} I better go back to my kingdom. On my way I will find Winter and tell him to gather the other realms up for a meeting in three suns time.

{Oberon} That is a wise decision, King Lindir. Gathering the leaders of the realms will allow us to forge a united front against the impending threat. Winter's influence and diplomacy will be invaluable in rallying the other realms to our cause.

{Titania} We shall send messengers to the different kingdoms, notifying them of the upcoming meeting. It is crucial that we all stand together in this battle against the Unseelie, the Wild Hunt, and their allies.

{Genevieve} The meeting will provide an opportunity to share information, discuss strategies, and solidify alliances. It will be a crucial step in our preparations for the impending battle.

{Ash} Let us not forget the importance of unity and cooperation. By coming together, we can pool our resources, knowledge, and strengths, creating a formidable force that the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt cannot underestimate.

{Kendra} The meeting will serve as a beacon of hope, a symbol that we are united in our determination to protect our realms and restore peace. We will face the darkness as one.

{Ash} Father before you go, I need to speak to you in privet please.

{Lindir} Of course my son.

{Ash loving looking at Genevieve} I will see you tonight under the blossom tree my love. {He kisses her deeply and loving.}

{Genevieve} I'll be there, my love. Stay safe, and remember, we are in this together.

{Ash and Genevieve exchange one last glance filled with love and determination before Ash turns to his father, King Lindir.}

{Ash} Father, there is something I must discuss with you. It concerns Genevieve and our future together.

{Lindir nods, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. He follows Adonis to a quieter corner of the throne room, away from prying ears.}

{Lindir} What is it, my son? You seem troubled. Speak freely.

{Ash takes a deep breath, his gaze fixed on his father.}

{Ash} Genevieve and I have been through so much, and our love has only grown stronger. I cannot imagine my life without her. Father, I wish to ask for your blessing in our union. I want to marry Genevieve and stand by her side, not just in this battle but for the rest of our lives.

{Lindir's eyes widen, his initial surprise giving way to a warm smile.}

{Lindir} Nion, my son, you have grown into a wise and noble Elf. It brings me great joy to see the love and commitment you share with Genevieve. You have my blessing, and more importantly, my support in your decision to marry her. Genevieve is a remarkable woman, and I am honored to have her as a daughter-in-law.

{Ash's face lights up with happiness, relief washing over him. He embraces his father, grateful for his understanding and acceptance.}

{Ash} Thank you, Father. Your blessing means the world to us. We will honor your trust and cherish Genevieve as the love of my life and the future queen of our realm.

{Lindir places a hand on Adonis's shoulder, his voice filled with pride.}

{Lindir} I have complete faith in both of you. May your love be a guiding light through the darkest of times, and may your union bring joy and prosperity to our realm. You have my full support, my son.

{Ash beams at this and hugs him in delight.} Oh, thank you so much father. Once we won this war, I shall marry her.

{Lindir} You Mother will be so happy for you, my son. When do you plan to ask her?

{Ash} Tonight. Under the blossom tree in her private garden.

{Lindir} Ah, the blossom tree, a place of beauty and serenity. A perfect setting for such a special moment. Genevieve will be thrilled, my son. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.

{Ash} Thank you, Father. Your support means everything to me. I will make sure this moment is one we both treasure for the rest of our lives.

{Lindir} I am pleased to hear that. I will tell you Mother when I get back to PineWood Kingdom.

{They hug goodbye as Ash turns to see where Genevieve is talking to Titania and smiles. Tonight, he and Genevieve can forget about the up-and-coming war against the Unseelie and Wild Hunt. Tonight, it be just the two of them.}

#the fairyland

[voxvepres]

Schizophrenia and Witchcraft

Authors Note: I am not a mental health professional. I cannot diagnose or tell you if you have schizophrenia. I also want to make it clear that these can vary in intensity and presence from person to person. So if something I say here does not align with another’s experience, it does not make either less valid. This is solely my personal experience.

I will be talking about things I have faced because of this. There are mentions of hallucinations and skewed perceptions of reality.

Table of Contents

I.What is Schizophrenia?

II.How Has it Affected My Path?

III.How I Overcome This

IV.How My Path Has Helped Me

What is Schizophrenia?

Schizophrenia is mainly classified by visual and auditory hallucinations. Not everyone will have both though, these are just usually the main characteristic to have this form of diagnosis. It looks different in everyone because like many mental health-related issues, it’s a spectrum. You can experience different symptoms at different intensities than someone else and both still have Schizophrenia. And I would like to say that not all people are mean or fearful. I’ve had a good few pleasant experiences too.

How Has it Affected My Path?

I mentioned this in my post for the Hocus Pocus OWC, “Quiet and Calm doesn’t make the news.” That rings true here as well. Most of the time when it’s brought up that I am “a schizophrenic” people suddenly look at me in a light of fear. I am no longer how they saw me before, I am suddenly unpredictable, unstable, and my religious beliefs are then pushed harder.

Because clearly, there’s no way I could know what I believe and how I feel because I am something that people have only seen in one light, a negative one. This simply isn’t true, and it’s not even true for the majority of people like me.

This is a long way to say, people often tried to discredit my religion because of how they now saw me. I mean, the “Schizophrenic who works with Demons” could be a horror movie (if it’s not already) with the way people look at me. So it has caused a lot of internal turmoil. I often doubt myself, and my relationship with my deities. Often wonder if it’s also in my head. And while many of us get this feeling of doubt and what-ifs, for me it tends to cause spiraling. Getting sucked deeper and deeper into the chaos and losing the grips on reality I have.

This is just the mental health side of things. Spiritually, it’s a very similar feeling. I would say the main difference is I don’t feel “secure” when I interact with my deities. While some people can “hear” their deities-even if I can I will never be able to trust it. I will always wonder if it’s them, or just another hallucination I should pay no mind to.

Often people can see signs, things that are out of place that they can chalk up to the divine. I don’t have this option either-as even mundane things I see I often brush off if I have no proof of reality. There’s even been a few times I’ve ignored people because I had no confirmation they were there. Let alone divine beings we don’t have physical interactions with as is.

How I Overcome This

While the mundane I can easily get by going to a friend and stating “hey, can you do the thing?” and they’ll help me navigate the world as I see it, and the world that is there, it’s much harder to do with things others can’t see or hear. This is an aspect of my life I am stuck with myself, that I must navigate alone. This is, admittedly, horrifying.

However, having done this for so long, it does get easier. And the best thing I have found for myself has simply been “arranging” how I do things. While I would love to hear my deities, it’s not an option I can trust. So if I think I hear them, I pull out the pendulum. If I believe I’ve seen a sign, I will ask the tarot for clarification. If I think something could be a hallucination or a negative entity or energy I will still cleanse my space, and if it’s still there I know.

I vet myself. I have no shame to admit this either. I am not broken, damaged, or scary. But like most people with mental health, disabilities, and over health difficulties, I need additional support. And when I can’t find that support from others or tools I make my own. When I find I can not trust what I see as reality, I go to things I can trust.

How My Path Has Helped Me

On my journey, I find a lot of comfort in my belief system. I mainly align with the Left-Hand Path. There is a lot of freedom, self-advocacy, and self-liberation. I’ve learned that when I am doing my workings, I feel much more at ease with myself. I can do things for myself. I am able to take off the mask I wear in my day-to-day life. The demons and deities I work with do not look at me differently because of this.

While my path may be a stereotypical horror movie scheme, I know that I am not. I know that I am not seen this way by my deities. I know, logically, I am not what I am made out to be. And if it weren’t for finding this path-I don’t think I would be where I am now. Everyone’s path is different, and everyone faces different difficulties. The important part for me is not only have I found ways to interact with reality I have also found the ability to feel sound in my beliefs despite what others may say or think.

And part of that I owe to communities like this one. Being able to see people from all walks of life, who all face different challenges-all here together with common ground-makes me feel sound in my beliefs because I know it’s not just me. It grounds me in the reality that my beliefs are not inherently wrong because of what I face in my daily life.

#witchblr #pagan witch #witch #witchcraft #pagan #paganism #schizophrenia #spirituality and mental illness

[dw-writes]

So, anyway, to the anon that I blocked and all 7 of your hateful ugly posts went away:

Scott McCall is the Best Boy (tm), I very much am a Stiles and Derek fan and can be critical of both of them (its called healthy media consumption) and i am still aware that Scott has flaws because he very much is a teenager. If you actually read BEYOND the “ngl” line I made, or read the posts were i said that Scott very much was obsessed with Allison because he is a hormonal teenage boy who is in love for the first time, you’d understand that I do point out were Scott’s flaws are, and accept them, and still state with my whole being that he is a fundamentally great character.

but you must be Jared, 19, because you surely never learned how to read :)

get off my blog and stop interacting with my posts you RACIST ILLITERATE asshole.

:)

#dw speaks #scott mccall #i WILL tag this one because ive got all day #and i am the chaos entity that you should fear #i live off this

[littlefreya]

August’s Box of Mystery

Summary: He left you all alone in his great castle by the sea and requested that you shan't touch yourself... can you keep your loyalty?

Prompted by @gotnofucks: “How do you feel August would react to knowing his girl uses sex toys when he is away? Would he feel jealous? Angry? Turned on?More importantly, what does he do? 👀”

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (No description of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 3k

Warning: 18+, smut + romance and fluff in the end. Female masturbation with a sex toy, voyeurism, sex-tape, cockwarming, mildly rough unprotected sex, breeding, breeding as punishment if to be exact, slight denial, MaleDom, creampie, a lot of it. Read the warnings properly, please. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts it and claiming it as your own.

A/N: I am anxious about this one and hope you’ll enjoy, i’ve been rather influenced by Angela Carter writings. Many thanks to @the-soot-sprite @wondersofdreaming for feedback and @agniavateira for her review. Added notes and credits in the end!

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

August’s Box of Mystery 

Outside the bedroom window, the waves roared in a tempest's rage. Torrent after torrent, the sea unleashed brutal tentacles onto the salty iron rocks in a keen, vindictive urge to dismantle them to nought. 

It was your own unruly longing that the ocean sensed: forlorn and listless, lying on your bed, the blue mist cloaking your heart. 

August's sea-fort was a gilded cage. He had given you everything: diamonds brighter than the moon, sheets made of the softest golden silk, and even a ring to bind you to his unbreakable siege. 

His only demand was that you will always wait for him, not only by flesh but soul as well. Despite his dark ambitions, trust and loyalty were qualities August valued beyond anything else.   

But soon, you grew tired of watching the reflection of the tides refract upon the naked ceiling. A woman with fire for blood, you were forever tormented by your sultry nature and daydreams of that would make the devil blush.

Frustration gnawed at your bawls until—enough! You shot up from your bed—a storm of silky linen whirling around you like Venus emerging from spume on shore; and just as the goddess of love and beauty, you too yearned to be penetrated. Nibbling your nails, you glanced at the open door, your mind seeing beyond thick walls into his office where he kept a chest filled with illicit delights. 

Every now and then—when August's muse struck—he would bring one of his toys to the bedroom, but you weren’t allowed to play on your own. 

Body. 

Soul. 

‘Certainly, August won’t be able to tell if I would be careful?’ You hoped and followed the oceanic breeze hymning from the corridors.

Sand stuck to your bare feet, the wooden planks gently wept beneath your stride. Tipping on your toes, you snuck into his cavernous study, the key stolen from his nightstand already seized between shaky fingers. Though August was absent, your heart thrummed with ire upon setting foot onto the furry rug, as if he was to appear behind you at any given moment.

It was a room that reeked of debaucheries of all kinds: "borrowed" works of art depicting naked nymphs adorned the cherry-wood shelves, divine entities hung onto the wainscoting, and trophies he kept from his victims were encased in a fancy vitrine. Even the slate-blue view felt different from this spot; the rocky piers seemed like a pathway to a marine graveyard.

You paid no mind. You knew who you married and gained nothing but ethereal bliss whenever August fucked you against the window for the shark and whales to see. 

Like a girl crawling into the rabbit’s hole, you took half a twirl. There, below the large monitor plastered to the wall, stood the locked chest. Black and gold roses ornamented its exterior and a trident crest was engraved on the lock. Only a fool would overlook such blatant temptation, and though you were no foolish girl, you were feeble at the face of seduction. 

Falling to your knees, you made haste to unlock the chest, your heart drumming in your ears with the notion that you defied the words of your strenuous lover. But the same muscle that pumped you with fear, pounded wickedness into your blood. 

If only you were blessed with a shred of your husband’s patience.

All the toys inside were placed in order, sanitised, and appropriately boxed in such fashion that you knew August would notice if something was misplaced. The man had the capability of finding an eyelash on the carpet. Still, unrelenting desire strung the cunning finger you ran over the loot, carefully picking one of the familiar vibrators he used on you before. 

'Here?'  

Standing at the centre of his tidy office you contemplated, suddenly aware of how the room leaked of his entity; scented notes of old leather binding and his woodsy cologne threatened to adhere to your skin, making this mischief taste like a crime. It was best to keep all disobedient whims in an isolated location, you assumed and allowed your eyes to further drift and glide upon the large monitor and the antique desk where August kept the remote. An abrupt wicked idea swam into your mind, reminding you of his private collection. 

Catalogued alphabetically, he kept them on his streaming device. 

'It should make things quick...' you convinced yourself whilst nibbling on your bottom lip. How worse could it be, anyway? You already rummaged through his chest. Taking a gander at his not-so-secret directory was puny in comparison. 

With your lungs in fists, you slipped your panties to your ankles and settled on the cosy leather chair in front of his desk. Ignoring the red flag waved by your anxiety, you reached for the remote and clicked the button. 

August made no effort to hide his recordings, simply naming the directory as "Films," as if it contained ordinary Hollywood blockbusters. Impatient, you scrolled down the list, trying to keep the jealousy from simmering in your bawls. August wedded you in this fort, but he never captured you on film like he did his girls. All lovers from the past, of course, but still it almost irked you; yet you brushed these concerns away and picked a file with the name you liked most and pressed “play”.

The ocean's lament was instantly swallowed by guttural howls and grunts that took every empty space within the chamber. Before your flaring eyes appeared the most forbidden of spectacles— your husband taking a different woman. It was odd to hear the familiar timbre of his groans laced with the voice of another. It was even stranger to sense the unmistakable spark of desire jittering in your cove.

Poseidon himself could not compete with the glory of the man, naked and drenched, all muscles and might. Furious, he took her on her knees, his fingers cradling her skull, pushing her head to the pillows while restraining her wrists above the small of her back. She wasn't you and still you clenched, aroused by the sight of the sweat glistening the fur of his torso and by the lack of mercy in the violent motion that ended with the dutiful grind of his sac against her swollen lips. 

You hadn't even realised how shamefully you dripped upon the oxen leather of the seat, your thoughts focused on the odd mixture of envy and lust that penetrated your blood. 

Desperate to unleash the monstrosity building within your core, you spread your legs over the desk and pressed the toy between your slippery petals. A shuddering whine rode your breath at the brush of the buzzing device, the pleasure so unimaginable it nearly drowned your senses. Gasping, you fought to maintain a hooded gaze upon your lover and his ‘whore,’ and imagined that the rosy silicon phallus that entered your anticipating hole was his swollen cock.

Your walls quickly clenched around the toy in true longing while the window trembled under the muffled rumbling of thunder. Perhaps your passions thickened the clouds. Or maybe it was the immoral streak of ecstasy laced by danger. Whichever it was, it urged you faster toward imminent bliss.

The other woman’s moans entwined with yours while your wayward hand mimicked the rhythm of bodies slamming together in the same frantic chaos that swept you.

Sweat-riddled, your ankles lost way across the smooth surface of the desk, leaving oily markings in a frenzy as climax drew close.  

‘Almost…’

‘Almost…’

‘So close…’  

‘August!’

"Enjoying yourself, my little princess?" 

Lightning painted the room bright purple, announcing the thunder that tore through the ocean. It wasn’t half as frightening as the low timbre of his voice, which cruelly withheld your ecstasy. The fervour in your veins turned glacial; one moment you ascended to the heavens and the next, got rejected at its golden gates. All the while the growls of his reflection on the monitor echoed through the chamber along with the buzzing toy still buried inside you.

It granted no pleasure now, but further stretched the guilt.

Calm and forebodingly stoic, August reached a curious hand between your quaking thighs, seizing the toy and flicking the switch off. Unable to lift your gaze to meet his severe face, you struggled to swallow and kept your eyes glued to the monitor. Yet, there was no escape from his reflection—the “real” him present in the room peered back at you through the glassy screen. Standing behind you, he etched his fingers around the headrest of the chair and tutted. 

“Do you like watching me with others, sweetling? Did this video make you wet?” he asked curiously.

Before any words formed on your quivering lips, his hand fell to your mound. An intrigued “hmm,” flowed from his throat as he found you overflowing with arousal. Like a whore, you couldn’t help but squirm into his touch, your body still enraged of being denied pleasure, and so was the sky that now threatened to turn the ocean upside down. 

You nearly gasped at the heavy patter of rain that began to hit the window. 

“I…”

“Disobeyed me,” he completed the sentence, his voice mellow and pleasant though the caress of his breath on your face burned.

“...missed you.”

Your attempt to pacify him did not go unnoticed. Lips stretching to a slanted grin, he dared to replace the toy with two fingers that drove inside your gaping hole—sensing how you wrapped and suckled around his long digits like a carnivore plant.

“Such a sweet gesture,” he retorted, “and still, my love, my dear wife who I’ve given everything to, has defied me like a lawless brat…unable to wait for her husband to return from his very important meetings.” His dainty fingers pumped crudely deeper, not to please you but remind you who you belonged to. 

Writhing in your seat, you fluttered your eyes shut. “Where were you?”

Ignoring your question, he leaned down, his lips mere inches from your ear and whispered, “I think it’s time I’ll tame my bratty woman for good, don’t you?” 

You shuddered to think what punishment he had in mind, your heart sinking to a dark pit at the deadly kiss he offered next to your ear; but then, he took your wrist and in a surprising tenderness guided you from the chair to bend over the desk. 

Predictably, the movie had run its course and started again from the beginning, her promiscuous moans and the pounding of their flesh stealing your attention for a split second. 

Having you at a disadvantage, August drew an invisible line from your spine to the curve of your behind, his fingers mimicking lines drawn on soaked sand. “All this sea salt in the air around us and your skin is still so tender,” he murmured lovingly and secured a hand around your nape, holding your head forward. 

It excited you to watch them before and now with his groin hot and hard against your bare crease you were nothing but craving his cock. 

“Is this going to hurt? Will you spank me? Treat me like that whore on your film?” you asked naively, smoothing your sweaty palms across the antique wood with dark anticipation. 

“No, my beautiful angel.” his belt clicked and dangled like a set of heavy keys of a warden toying with his captive, “You are not my whore, but my wife. Which is why I’m going to put my child in your reckless womb to end your wicked ways once and for all.”

A gasp of shock left your throat, dazed by his threat you turned to protest. But the air drowned in your chest and your entire body stiffened as August’s ‘leviathan’ split your succulent flesh. Vulgarly you were penetrated, his size stuffing you so deeply, you felt the aching pressure in the pit of your belly. 

August stilled for a moment, lingering at the sensation of your hot cove fitting around him in both a strenuous protest and the pathetic defeat in which your body seized the beast, milking it in an attempt to rope him into your womb forever. 

“Oh, my sweet wife, I will stretch your little cunt to sheath me that not even these toys will please you. You see, everything here belongs to me, even your defiant womb. And I will leave a piece in me there to teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t think I am ready!” You whined, but the thought of being bred and carrying his child made your cunt unwittingly twitch. Your canal sucked him even deeper if it was even possible.

August sensed your convulsion and growled, his hips pressed unfathomably tight against your rear, making your cheeks ache from the press of his bones. It was torture with the film playing right in front of you; falling into a lucid delirium, your mind replaced her with yourself, yet your August refused to move, withholding your pleasure, owning it, owning you. 

His cock anchored hot and thick inside you, its throb as powerful as the thunder hammering the ocean.

You wanted to cry.

“August, please! I need you! I missed you!” 

With a harsh pull, he drew back and bludgeoned your crease, his might so vulgar the tip of your toes levitated from the ground. Again, and then again… he grunted at the choke of your flesh around him. Paying you no courtesy, he shook and pounded you almost terrifyingly as meticulously as he did this woman. 

His fingers burnt around your waist, so harshly you thought you’d never be able to sense anything but his grip under your skin. 

“Oh!” fat tears rolled down your cheeks, your breath a wheeze. Piteously you crumbled onto the desk. Thunders, cries, sounds of rutting flesh, and grunts surrounded you in this cavern of sin; you didn’t know which were yours and which were from the recording. All you knew was that he never took you so zealously before, you were at the brink of either rapture or falling to the abyss.

“You’re too deep! Too rough!” you wailed, unable to adjust to his pace but truthfully you didn’t want him to slow down. Currents of bliss submerged your loins the rougher he fucked you. The hot tingle in your core stormed with every collision of his cock with your cervix.

August reached from your neck to your jaw then and held your face to the screen.

“You wanted to watch her while touching yourself. Do you want to be her?” he growled and increased the pace, splitting through your body the way Dagon ripped open the waves. 

Even if you had words, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

“You can never be her my darling,” August said and removed his hand from your hip. There was a quick drag of his drawer behind you and a rummaging sound. “Here, I’ll make us a short film; memorise this moment when you conceive me an heir.”

Struck by his words, you turned to stare. The sight of him behind you, inside you, was far more worthy than any film: sweat trickled down his messy curls and arduously strained face, his cerulean shirt damp and his mouth open as his fingers clutched the camera that was directed to the point where you were joint. 

Unrelenting, your orgasm flooded through every muscle like a wave of destruction that wrecked every organ within you until you felt nothing but bliss. You felt August’s heart beating in yours. 

There it was. Euphoria. 

You drowned in it. The maelstrom inside you swallowed and sank his ship as well. With a loud shout of surprise, he broke apart and erupted inside you, his creamy gift ploughing your womb until it overflowed and dripped down your quaking thighs. 

The rumbling from outside eased now, the clouded sky groaned with a release, their tears melding into the ocean never to be seen again.

August remained inside you, his breath thick, his hips gingerly grinding into yours to make sure his seed will take. 

“There you go, my special girl.” his voice came huskily. “Now you will never be alone, unlike these women I can’t even remember.”

Your hand instinctively snapped to your lower belly, soothingly caressing it in a reverie. You felt battered, full, and disgustingly and arousingly dirty as he swam inside you.

Yet the thought that he impregnated you made your heart flutter. 

Was there a more eternal symbolism of love than a legacy?

“August…” you whispered. Beneath you, the desk slightly shook, little tremors vibrated against the delicate pads of your fingers. Turning your head back, you offered him an enamoured glance and reached a hand in plea to lace fingers with his. 

His storm-kissed eyes softened and he broke into a sigh at the sight of his wife at her best submissive behaviour. The greatest of all delights was to refine a crude rock into a fine delicate diamond. Proudly, he took your hand in his, entangling your fingers together, yet he kept the video-camera aimed at your joint bodies. 

“Don’t move,” he breathed behind you and carefully pulled out his shaft from your flooded hole. A velvety chuckle played on his tongue, impressed by the wet plop and thickness of the cream that leaked off your entrance. Your cheeks burnt as you realised what he has done; your lips parted open to complain but then, with his cock already fully rigid and thick, he plugged you once more, shoving his seed back inside you.

“What are you doing?” 

“Waste not, my angel,” he tutted and remained still, brushing his knuckles up and down the curve of your rump.

“Oh, how long?” you whined, uncertain if you are capable of staying this way with him throbbing between your taut walls.

“Until the sky clear up?...” he suggested, voice haunted by lingering satisfaction. 

The waves of your previous orgasm were yet to ebb, and now stronger tides began to emerge. Frustration grew within once again and sadly, August’s will had the mettle of an anchor.  

“At least tell me where you were!” you yelped.

August scoffed, and wrapped his hands around your waist, only slightly guiding you back into his hips. “No, no, my love. Every marriage needs a little bit of mystery, as you’ve already learned. But now do me a favour,” he uttered and placed the remote next to your hand. 

“Play us another one? We might be here a while.”

Credits: Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Themes Inspired by Angela Carter’s Bloody Chamber. Leviathan inspired by @sillyrabbit81​!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill x reader

[yumeyooa]

bippity-boppity bloom: act one | todoroki shoto

—everyone knows the story of cinderella, saved by a prince and a glass slipper. but what if the true hero wasn’t the prince, but rather the fairy god mother? todoroki shoto has been suffering under the hands of his wicked family his whole life, yet everything changes when he meets you: a fairy forced to take care of him as punishment. will the odds be in your favor? or will everything go down from here on out?

➢  pairing: todoroki shoto x female! reader

➢ genre: fluff | angst | fairy tale au | supernatural au | strangers to lovers au | cinderella au | cinderella! todoroki | fairy god mother! reader | rated 17 | sfw

➢ word count: 15.2k+

➢  warning: she/her pronouns for reader | beatings | domestic abuse | insults | bruises | injuries | bullying | mentions of blood and broken bones | mentions of murder and death | the todoroki family is really evil | i also changed up the birth order for the family | please please don’t read if these bother you; it gets really dark :(

➢ love letter: henlo!! i am late but this is for @milktyama​ ‘s once upon an alternative universe collab!! originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i eventually realized that it would be better if this was split into two! although most of the romance comes in the second part T_T i hope you like it and let me know what you think!! 

➢ taglist (send an ask to be tagged): @loveinhaikyuu​ @mirakeul​ @strcwberrieswine​ @kunaigirlx44​ @maxzinn @faewraithsworld​ 

navigation | anime masterlist | act two

Magic was a curious thing. 

Since the dawn of time, people have used magic to describe the unknown, to give meaning to the things they could not explain. That quarter you lost suddenly showing up at your feet? Magic. An electric jolt shooting through your veins after coming into contact with another? Magic. Flowers blooming amidst the cold winter? Magic. 

No matter where you went or what you did, magic was everywhere. It hid itself from the world, waiting in silence for those who would come to know the beauty of it. Those who would cherish it with all their heart and soul and would never abuse it for their own selfish gain. 

To the rest of the world, magic was something they could only wish to find.

But the true secret of magic remained hidden in the arms of those who could wield it. 

“Don’t tell me you’re pranking someone again?” An exasperated sigh calls from behind you, and you turn around, startled to find a young man with deep violet hair haphazardly framing his face. He was staring at you with an unimpressed look as if he had gone through this exact situation plenty of times in the past, and from the way you sheepishly smile back at him, he probably had. 

“Me? Pranking Someone? Why I would never!” You exclaim, faking innocence as the man gives you a knowing look, causing a groan to fall from your lips as you heave a sigh, throwing a playful glare back his way. 

“Oh, come on, Hitoshi!” You whine, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance. “What harm can one prank do? It’s not even that bad!”

“Must I remind you what happened that one time you decided to prank Elder Aizawa?” You freeze in your place, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “He nearly convinced the council of elders to have you banished to the human realm! Do you not understand how grave that could have been?”

You remain silent, sulking. As much as you hated to admit it, your best friend had a point. To fairies, being banished was like a death sentence. Without any support from the all-powerful tree of life, a fairy would wither away and die just like that. It was scary to even think about it, and you were lucky that Hitoshi had somehow managed to save you from that terrible predicament. 

From the very beginning, you had always been considered a peculiarity amongst the other fairies. Whereas they were graceful and elegant, you were clumsy and awkward. Where they excelled in soft chatter and gentle smiles, you reveled in chaos and the undignified. 

You were an outcast amongst the fairies, but you honestly couldn’t blame them. 

Fairies were the keepers of magic, after all. They were expected to uphold a particular image befitting of being wielders of the most sacred entity provided by the tree of life. Fairies were supposed to be noble and delicate. They were supposed to hold their heads up high as protectors of the supernatural. That very image, however, didn’t suit you at all. 

You never understood it. Why did they take pride in being so uptight? It was boring. There was no freedom in upholding the elegance of their kind through every single thing they did. They seemed so bare as if being a fairy sucked all the life out of them. Which was ironic, considering they were supposed to be protectors of the tree of life. 

“—(Y/N)? Are you even listening to me? Hello?” You snap out of your trance, looking at your friend who was staring at you with a nonchalant look on his face. Hitoshi has always been a rather unique character, even to you. He didn’t explicitly fit into the stereotypical image of a fairy, yet he was never ostracized for it. It was as if he was an exception— an anomaly from the harsh judgment of the fairy realm. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask, trying to come off as if you were paying attention when in all actuality, you weren’t. Hitoshi sighs, rolling his eyes playfully as he ruffles your head, messing up your hair in the process, causing a grunt of protest to fall from your lips. He sits beside you on the ledge you were perched atop on, staring down at the crowd of fairies below. 

The two of you were apprentices to the council of elders, helping them ensure that there was order amongst the fairies. Order was essential for the protectors of the tree of life because, without it, chaos would ensue, and the world, no, the entire universe, would fall apart. The council of elders was the supreme government of the fairy world, and to be an apprentice to even one of them, was a great honor and responsibility. 

You just hated all the expectations that came with it. 

“What kind of prank were you supposed to play this time?” Hitoshi asks, humming as he stares up at the sky above you. You stare at the wand in your hand, puffing your cheeks in disappointment at the realization that you wouldn’t be able to pull the prank off anymore. 

“Nothing much,” you mutter. “Just wanted to test out some new spells I learned the other day, and I figured why not test it out on some… unsuspecting figures.”

“(Y/N),” Hitoshi says, voice stern as if he were a mother reprimanding his child. You huff, pout forming on your lips. “You know that if any of the other elders were to find out, they’d have your apprenticeship stripped away. What would you do then?”

You stay silent, the truth in Hitoshi’s words stinging painfully, more than it should. He was right. Shunned away from your family since your coming of age, the council of elders was the only one who had accepted you, albeit reluctantly. No fairy wanted to be associated with an outcast after all. It would only tarnish that pure image they had crafted into perfection, and as prideful beings, they couldn’t have that. 

If it wasn’t for Elder Yagi, the most influential fairy in the realm, then you would have been left for dead. Elder Yagi was the definition of the perfect fairy. He wasn’t just delicate and graceful on the surface; he was kind and compassionate within. Although many disagreed with his views on accepting those who didn’t fit into society’s expectations, they could never truly go against him. Because that would be like going against the very essence of fairies, after all. 

So they kept their malice and disdain a secret, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and if you weren’t careful, then their next victim would be you. 

“The elders are calling for you,” Hitoshi says out of the blue, causing your blood to run cold. You stare at him with a shocked expression on your face, and you couldn’t deny the fear that was beginning to bubble within. “Elder Aizawa sent me to look for you. Said they requested your presence immediately.”

There’s a solemn look on Hitoshi’s face, and you can tell beyond the surface that he’s worried. Being called upon by the council of elders meant only one of two things to a fairy: it was either they were to be punished, or they were to be rewarded. And you had done nothing of the sort to deserve a just reward. 

You chuckle, looking down at your lap, not knowing what to say. You didn’t understand why what you did was so wrong. Why were they trying to punish you when all you wanted was to bring life into this otherwise dull place? No matter how hard they tried to hide it, some fairy children enjoyed your pranks, and the thought of bringing smiles to their faces was what kept you going. 

You just didn’t expect to get severely punished for it, though. 

“Thanks for telling me, Hitoshi,” you say, standing up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to seem as if his recent news didn’t bother you as much as it did. “Guess I better get going then, wouldn’t want Elder Aizawa to scold me for being late again.”

Hitoshi remains silent, staring up at you with an unreadable expression before letting out a sigh, standing up and ruffling your hair once more. “Stop putting up a brave face, idiot. It doesn’t suit you.” You want to protest but can’t find the courage to do so, remaining silent as the smile falls from your face. “Come on, I’ll accompany you there.”

Shocked, you look up at him, features clearly showing your surprise. “What?” He asks, scoffing. “You really think I wouldn’t accompany you to your death? You know that I’d kill to see it happen in front of my very eyes.”

You know he’s joking, trying to lighten up the mood because the nerves running through you are too much to handle. But even so, you’re grateful for it. Despite not being outright honest about it, Hitoshi still cared. He had cared for you ever since you called out one of the other fairies for calling him a disgrace the moment you first met. He had stuck with you through thick and thin and had been the only fairy to believe in you, aside from Elder Yagi. 

And you couldn’t be any more grateful for it. 

“Weirdo,” you call, a genuine smile forming on your lips, Hitoshi reflecting his own, albeit his was a lot less noticeable. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down the nerves that were thrumming deep beneath your skin, and nod to Hitoshi, the two of you teleporting just outside the auditorium of the council of elders. 

You had always hated the auditorium. It was a dark and scary place, dimly lit, with all of the elders present atop a high porch, staring down at you like you were some inferior being to them. Whenever you were in the dark room, assisting the elders in their work, you always felt the paranoia creep up against you, begging you to just run and leave the room, even when there was no immediate danger present. 

That was the effect the council of elders had always possessed since the beginning— intimidation. And you hated them for it. 

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging waves of nervousness that were thrashing wildly deep inside you. You’re shaking. You can see it in the way your hands shiver as you reach out to place a knock on the wooden doors, hesitating. 

“You’ll be fine,” Hitoshi whispers, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here, yeah?” 

It’s comforting. Hitoshi isn’t one for words and prefers to show his care through subtle actions, but you know he means well. Taking another deep breath, you give your best friend a weak smile, knocking on the doors, heart heavy.

Like magic, they open, and a deep “come in” calls out to you, causing you to gulp as you nod one final time to Hitoshi before entering the auditorium, with a hopeful heart dangling on the edge of light and darkness. 

The Council of Elders truly had a knack for intimidation, you think to yourself as you stare up at the seven fairies that governed the world you had come to know. They sat atop their seats (which looked more like thrones, in your opinion), staring down at you with glares on their faces. 

While you had expected their hostility towards you, as you didn’t exactly have the best reputation amongst their apprentices, you were surprised that even Elder Yagi, your mentor, and father figure, was looking at you with a disappointed gaze. What was going on? What had you done wrong?

It’s then, amidst your confusion, that your eyes land on another figure present in the room. The very presence of this figure makes your blood boil in anger, and you try to suppress it with deep breaths, closing your eyes to calm yourself before meeting eyes with the said figure. 

Neito. Oh, how you despised the man. Neito was one of your fellow apprentices who served the Council of Elders, specifically Elder Sekijiro, who was in charge of the vanguard— the elite force of fairies that specialized in defense, ensuring that there was peace and order in the world. 

While it was an honorable position, Neito was not an honorable man in the slightest. Ever since you had met him, he had been mean and downright evil, taunting you every chance he got. He was the very reason you had gotten into trouble, multiple times, with the council. He was your mortal enemy, your archnemesis, the man you wished would fall into a puddle of shit and never come back the same. 

If he was there in the room, then it only meant one thing. He had ratted you out or had made up some ridiculous story to use against you. 

Typical. 

Oh, how you wished you could wipe that ridiculous smirk off his face. 

“(Y/N),” a voice booms and your eyes turn up to meet Grand Elder Nezu, the elder amongst all elders, the wisest and most potent fairy ever known (much to the disbelief of everyone else, as compared to Elder Yagi, Elder Nezu looked weak. But, you supposed, you shouldn’t judge someone based on appearance alone). 

“I bow towards the Council of Elders,” you greet, bowing in respect. Your heart thrummed nervously within you, not sure what to think of this summon. What were they going to reprimand you for this time?

“Are you aware of the reason you’ve been summoned here today?” Grand Elder Nezu asks, looking at you with calculating eyes. You gulp, not knowing how to proceed, but figured that in a situation like this, honesty was the best policy. “Unfortunately, no, Grand Elder,” you reply, eyes cast down in respect. “I have an idea, but even so, I am still clueless to the true reason as to why I’ve been summoned.”

“Ha!” Neito exclaims, scoffing. “Look at how shameless she is, Grand Elder. Pretending to not know when she knows exactly what she’s done?” 

“I beg your pardon?” You ask, feeling yourself get annoyed the more Neito stood there all high and mighty as if he were some chosen one. “I speak the truth, elders. I truly have no idea why I’ve been summoned….”

“Lies!” Neito accuses, pointing a finger at you. “How can you be so shameless after attacking me?”

You pause, blinking slowly as you try to process the ridiculous claim Neito had just presented. You? Attacking him? As much as you despised the guy, you knew that attacking another fairy was absolutely forbidden for an apprentice of the council of elders. You weren’t stupid. 

“Attacking you?” You ask in disbelief. “When have I ever attacked you, Neito?” 

You watch with cautious eyes as Neito smirks at you, eyes taunting as if you had played right into his trap. He grabs the hem of his dress shirt before pulling it up to reveal a massive bruise on his torso. 

“You did this,” he accuses, and you can tell he’s faking it, although judging by the harsh glare you’re receiving from Elder Sekijiro, his act is actually believable. Were the elders really that vulnerable? “You attacked me because you were jealous of my achievements!”

You gape at him, not believing your eyes at the pure monstrosity that was the situation you were facing him. What kind of story was this? There was no way that the council of elders actually believed him, right? Their view of you wasn’t that bad, right?

“(Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu calls, eyes stern. “Is this true?” 

“Of course not, Grand Elder!” You exclaim in protest. “What reason do I have to be jealous of Neito?”

“Don’t listen to her lies, Grand Elder!” Neito says. With the way he was acting, you swear he could get an award for being the worst and best actor of all time, and you yourself weren’t sure how that was possible. “In fact, the question we should be asking is what reason does she have to not be jealous of me? She’s an outcast. She’s been shunned by society for so long. Everyone knows she hates my guts— although I do not understand why as I’ve been nothing but nice to her— so why would she not want to sabotage me when she sees me excel?”

Scratch that best actor award, you think to yourself. The darn idiot deserved an award for being an expert manipulator. If you didn’t know better, if you weren’t sure of your truth, you would have been swayed by his words, second-guessing yourself and questioning whether or not you did attack him. But unluckily for Neito, you were one stubborn fairy, and you wouldn’t go down without a fight. 

“You? Nice to me?” you say, seething, much to the shock of everyone in the room. “Grand Elder, what Neito is saying is absolutely preposterous! Yes, it is true that I hate his guts, but that’s because ever since I’ve been an apprentice, he’s made my life a living hell! And besides, this apprenticeship is all I have. If I do anything to jeopardize it, I would have nowhere to go; I’d basically be dead. Why would I risk it because of one person? And Neito, for that matter!”

You honestly didn’t mean to let your emotions slip like that. But you couldn’t help it. It infuriated you that the council would be willing to believe Neito. Neito who had everything, who had a choice to leave or not, who had a family to return to. Neito who didn’t understand how much pain you were going through, how much torment plagued your heart. He didn’t and would never understand. That’s what privilege does to a person. 

“Grand Elder—” Neito begins, and you swear if he spits any more lies, you would genuinely launch at him and smack him in the face. But before you could make a move, the Grand Elder raises his hand, causing silence to settle in the room. 

“—Enough.” Grand Elder Nezu’s voice booms throughout the empty room, causing the two of you to halt in your banter, bowing in shame and obedience. “The council has heard both sides and are appalled by the disgrace exuded by both fairies, especially you young Neito.” 

You can see the way Neito clenches his fist, glaring at the ground below him, and you can almost imagine the way he thinks the floor is your head, glaring daggers at it for causing him to be criticized by the grand elder of all fairies. But that was the least of your concerns, as you can feel their disappointed glances lying on you as well. 

“For your misconduct, both of you will receive punishment. However, young (Y/N), because of your alleged behavior and misdeeds, we will have to take extra precautions to ensure that this does not happen again.” You can feel your heart beating rapidly within your chest. What kind of punishment was he going to give? You hoped you weren’t going to get banished because you couldn’t stand the thought of not having to see the people you cherished ever again. 

But whatever the council says, goes, and no fairy, no matter how powerful they were in society, could deny their final verdict. 

“For your punishment, young Neito, you will be serving under Elder Aizawa until the Purification Ceremony next fall.” From where you stood, you could see Neito jolt up in fear, eyes pleading with the Grand Elder silently, as if he were begging them to give him any other punishment instead. 

Elder Aizawa was the dean of the academy all fairies were expected to graduate from. And, as a dean should, he was incredibly strict and was known for ruling over his apprentices with an iron fist. Amongst all the elders of the council, he was the one most hoped to avoid serving under, and if you were sent to serve under him, then it meant that you had done something extremely bad. 

Although, sometimes you could hardly believe those rumors, considering Hitoshi himself served under Elder Aizawa. But perhaps that was because the said elder treated Hitoshi like he was his own son, much like Elder Yagi did to you. 

As much as Neito wanted to protest, to exclaim how preposterous it was for a fairy from the noble family of Monoma to not serve through the vanguard, he couldn’t. The elders’ eyes pierced through him, and it was incredibly nerve-wracking once he felt the menacing glare of Elder Sekijiro on him. Even his own master thought he deserved to be punished. What a shame. 

With his head bowed low, Neito grits his teeth, bowing towards the council. “I humbly accept this punishment bestowed upon me by the Council of Elders and pledge to fulfill it until I am deemed worthy once more.” His words contain malice, and you can tell he was trying to control himself from lashing out and making the situation even worse. It was a blow to his pride, after all, that he would get punished after trying to bring someone ‘beneath’ him down. 

Just as he’s about to take his leave, he stops beside you, and it almost feels as if he’s glaring at your soul, cursing it for the things you’ve done to him, although reality has proved that you’ve done nothing wrong. “Just you wait,” he whispers, low enough for only you to hear. “I’ll get you back someday,” and then he leaves, closing the wooden doors shut behind him. 

The silence that envelopes the auditorium is uncanny, you think to yourself. Maybe it was because you were still getting the chills from the words Neito had whispered into your ear. Or perhaps it was because of the unreadable yet at the same time uncomfortable stares the council was throwing your way. Either way, the silence made you want to drown. To hide in the comforts of your room and stay there until the coast was clear. 

“Young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu begins, and you gulp, hoping for the best yet expecting the worst. “As for your punishment, you will be reassigned to another group of apprentice fairies under my guidance— the god fairies.”

What?

...God Fairies?

Grand Elder Nezu smiles softly at the look on your face before clearing his throat and continuing, trusting that you would be able to keep up with him. In his eyes, you were a rather intelligent fairy after all. Strange, but brilliant nonetheless. 

“The God Fairies are a special elite force of apprentices under my supervision. It’s composed of fairies deemed problematic by the standards of our society and utilizes their uniqueness to serve our realm for the better good.”

You wanted to scoff. Rather than an elite force, it sounded like a group of slaves forced to listen to the Grand Elder, with an even more severe punishment dangling above their heads. A suiting sentence disguised as an honor. 

“I know what you’re thinking, young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu says with a knowing look. “However, this elite force is infinitely more important than any other group in the fairy realm, as they help sustain our influence over the humans.”

Confused, you look up to him, a million questions dancing within your eyes. Influence over humans? What exactly did he mean by that? Back at the academy, the older fairies had always taught you that humans and fairies never, under any circumstance, interacted with each other. It was forbidden. Interacting with humans was too dangerous as they were greedy and vile beings who would only seize magic for their own selfish gain should they even catch one whiff of it. 

Magic was not meant to fall into human hands. That was just the way the world worked. So why was the Grand Elder telling you otherwise?

“The God Fairies help ensure that the humans’ belief in magic remains strong,” Grand Elder Nezu continues, even though you were still trying to comprehend what he had said prior. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Being the Grand Elder had numerous responsibilities involved, and those responsibilities waited for no one, not even him. 

“You see, young (Y/N), as the years have passed, we, the council, have come across an alarming discovery,” you look up to the council tentatively, choosing to merely listen as trying to process their words in real time was proving to be complicated. “The tree of life that we have grown to cherish for over a millennium has weakened.”

A soft gasp leaves your lips, and rightfully so. The tree of life was the lifeline of the fairies. It was literally their world, giving life to everything they had ever come to know. The tree of life was what made fairies, fairies, providing them with their gorgeous translucent wings and copious amount of magic to have every other supernatural being out there jealous. 

If it were to weaken and somehow die, then that would mean the end of the fairies. And that was a thought even more terrifying than the prospect of banishment. 

“Fear not, young (Y/N),” This time, Elder Yagi decides to speak up, sensing the inherent panic and fear in your eyes. Elder Yagi always had a knack for reading your emotions, much like Hitoshi. Sometimes you wondered if that chalked up to you wearing your heart on your sleeve for everyone else to easily trample over, but that hadn’t been the case the more you got to know Elder Yagi and Hitoshi. 

They both took your heart within their arms and cherished it like it was their own, even if the way they showed that care differed and was sometimes unnoticeable. Elder Yagi’s words, masked by his usual patriotic smile, were his way of comforting you when the going got rough. And for that, you would forever be thankful.

“We’ve discovered a new way to harness the magic we fairies so desperately need,” Elder Yagi continues, his smile never leaving. “And that solution lies in the humans.”

The moment the word human leaves Elder Yagi’s mouth, Elder Aizawa sneers in disgust, rolling his eyes, and from the opposite side of him, you can see Elder Sekijiro do the same. It wasn’t something new. After all, with the divide and disdain of the fairies towards fellow fae who wouldn’t live up to their noble standards, their disgust was only further amplified with the knowledge that other inferior beings, such as humans, existed. Even with their inferiority, they were beginning to push the fairies to the brink of a calamity with how much they were destroying the order of nature. 

So you understood that there was an even greater prejudice towards humans, and you could feel nothing but sympathy and agony, knowing precisely what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such animosity. 

“The humans,” Elder Yagi continues, not paying much mind to the disheartened expressions on his fellow elders’ (with the exception of the Grand Elder) faces. “Surprisingly, have an innate source of magic within them, much different from our own.”

Confused, you look up at the kind elder, allowing yourself to show a little emotion with the way he looks down kindly at you as if he were a father talking towards his child. Elder Yagi had always guided you when you felt lost amidst the noble fairies that served under the council and was more than happy to help you with whatever you needed. 

Yet, currently, Elder Yagi was the main source of your confusion. 

“When a human begins to believe in the supernatural, their innate magic ability awakens and pours out of them like waves, and when they sustain that belief? That innate magic becomes stronger.” It’s a revolutionary discovery, in your eyes. Humans had always been thought of as useless. But more than that, the council had constantly reminded the fairies to stray away from them, as no one knows what hidden malice the humans could have, despite the disbelief of your fellow fae. 

“This is why we have formed the God Fairies, to ensure that the humans’ magic will be sustained and harnessed for our survival.” Elder Yagi looks at you, and you feel yourself flinch at the serious glance on his face, something that you knew wasn’t usual for the strong fairy. “Do you understand, young (Y/N)?”

The only thing you have the courage to do at the moment is nod, not trusting the thoughts that were lit ablaze in your mind, chaotic and unhinged. You knew that if you were to speak, your words would have most likely enraged the council as you currently had no control over them. 

“Good.” Grand Elder Nezu says after a few moments of silence. “In line with this, we will be assigning you, young (Y/N), to a human. Your punishment, or in this case, mission is to ensure that you’ve collected enough magic to sustain a family of fairies the same size as Young Neito’s.”

Your eyes widen, and you divert your attention towards Elder Yagi, begging him to say that the Grand Elder’s words were not true. But when you see Elder Aizawa sport a sinister grin from the corner of your eye, you feel your heart sink. As much as you hated Neito, he was a powerful fairy who came from a highly influential family within the realm. It was the reason why he was in the vanguard. After all, his family’s influence has been his threshold throughout the days you knew each other. 

And for a family as prominent in magical combat as his, they needed copious amounts of magic. An amount that you were sure couldn’t be collected by one fairy. In fact, the powerful fairies of the realm often sourced their innate magic directly from the elders themselves, a privilege that not many were able to enjoy. 

This was a punishment, after all. Great. Just Great.

“I understand, Grand Elder,” you say after finally composing yourself. You can feel the dread gradually sink in, and your mind races with worry at the thought of having to go through the daunting task. “I will do as you desire. For the glory of the fae.”

You can sense the satisfied yet cunning smiles of the council, pleased with your decision, and you heave a sigh, unsure of what the future could have in store. 

You could only hope that you wouldn’t be screwed over in the process. 

The human realm was fascinating, to say the least. 

When you first stepped foot on the lush forest of the realm, just on the outskirts of a bustling city, you couldn’t help but feel amazed. No amount of preparation from the elders or your friends could truly prepare you for this moment. 

For the past few weeks, Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had been preparing you extensively for this mission. They briefed you on the does and don’ts of a fairy entering the human realm, bragged about other god fairies who had succeeded in securing a sustainable amount of magic for the fairies, and just boasted. 

There was no comfort nor reassurance from either elder, which you had expected from Elder Yagi, but as you had come to find out, it seemed as if your father figure was still disappointed in you, causing your heart to sink. Did he really believe that you deserved to be punished?

You couldn’t even get this heavy feeling out of your chest. The worst part is that you couldn’t consult your best friend, Hitoshi, at all about this matter. Hitoshi had no knowledge of the god fairies as he had been a devout apprentice under Elder Aizawa’s care. He had no reason to know about it, he was already doing great, and that thought made your stomach churn. 

You desperately wanted to confide in him, to spill your fears and anxieties for him to hear. No matter how insufferable Hitoshi was, he was a great listener and a great friend. 

Gosh, you haven’t even spent one second in the Human Realm, and you were already feeling sick to your core. 

At least the view made it better. 

The council of elders had decided to assign you to a human living in the Musutafu Empire, nestled in the far east of the mortal realm. The Empire was drastically different from your own simple abode back in the fairy realm. Whereas yours was deeply rooted in nature, theirs was thriving on industrial roots. 

You couldn’t explain it, but the way they structured their buildings and houses was beautiful. It was a whole different style from what you were used to back home, with high walls and rowdy streets. The people were smiling, clad in clothing that was tight yet loose at the same time, with a ribbon wrapped securely around their waists. Far different from the flowy garments that you had back in the fairy realm. 

As you made your way to the capital, marveling at all the new sights that were capturing your eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder what the human assigned to you was like. Would he be stuck up like all the fairies you had come to know? Or would he be kind, much like Elder Yagi and Hitoshi were? The curiosity burned deep inside you, and you found yourself brimming with excitement at the thought of meeting him. 

Your mission was fairly simple if you could take away the fact that you had to harvest an impossible amount of magic. You were to watch over a selected human, who the council deemed had the potential to unlock their innate magic and help them when they most needed it. 

Almost as if you were someone who granted wishes, was what Grand Elder Nezu said. Granting wishes was the most effective way to strengthen the human’s belief in magic, allowing their own to flow out for the taking. Of course, there were other ways, such as haunting the humans or causing supernatural disasters that didn’t make sense. But such methods were unbecoming of fairies, and you couldn’t help but groan at the thought. 

Haunting seemed fun, after all. Almost as if you were constantly playing a prank on an unassuming human. You would have killed for that to be your punishment instead. 

But no. You were stuck with granting wishes, albeit not as often, as showing too much magic mind taint the human with greed and desire. Something that no fairy wanted. 

Checking on the special compass that the elders had given you prior to your journey, you make your way towards your assigned human, gaping in awe at the view of the capital down below you. Of course, with the magic you held, they wouldn’t be able to see you as you had concealed yourself prior, but you wished they could. It would have been fun to see their shell-shocked expressions. Maybe that was a more efficient way of harnessing their magic?

Or, rather than being an efficient method, it was most likely going to be a one-way ticket to banishment from the fairy realm, aka an express ride towards death, something you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, you spot the house of the human the elders had assigned to you. It was big, much larger than your own humble cottage back in the fairy realm, yet, even so, it didn’t compare to the ginormous estates that lay north of the house, almost as if it belonged perfectly in the middle. 

You gasped at the tranquility of the mansion, almost as if you had once again been transported into another world. It was almost as if in this home, time stopped, and peace overflowed. You perched yourself atop a sturdy branch, looking around and admiring the view.

But peace doesn’t last for long because all of a sudden, a slam rings through the air, and you watch curiously as a large man, who oddly enough looks similar to Elder Sekijiro, although that was probably a figment of your imagination, there was no way the frightening elder would actually be in the human realm, stumbles into view.

The large man looked pissed, you noticed, as he dragged something behind him, and it’s only till the large man threw whatever he was carrying harshly unto the tree you were perched on did you realize that what the man had dragged wasn’t just a thing, but rather it was a person. 

You gasp, heart breaking at the sight of the young boy. From where you sat above him, you could tell that he was covered with bruises all over, with a ghastly scar covering one of his eyes. The poor boy looked so weak and frail that you wanted nothing more than to steal the boy away and tend to him until he could stand on his own two feet one more. It was cruel. Was this the doing of that man?

You look up, and it’s only then that you notice a few more children looking at the scene below you with different expressions on their faces. There were about three of them; two boys and one girl. The tallest and assumably the eldest had an unbothered look on his face as if he couldn’t care less about the poor boy who had just been thrown into a three. The second boy, with snow-white hair, sported a sadistic grin as if he were enjoying seeing the young boy in pain. And the girl? The girl, who looked so sweet and innocent, held eyes of pure disgust as she clutched her teddy bear tighter to her chest, almost as if she were glaring at the young boy. 

Was this the kid’s family?

“Shoto!” The large man, whom you had deduced to be the father, screamed. You flinch at the loudness of his voice, intimidation flowing out of him in waves, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You look down, heart hurting at the sight of the young boy cowering in fear, but he still kept a brave face. Well, as much as he could do in that situation. 

“You dare disobey your brother?” He continues, tone raising more and more as his fists clench. “How many times have I told you to listen to your siblings? They’re much older, stronger, and smarter than a little piece of shit like you. Heck, even Fuyumi, who’s a girl, is much more dignified than your pathetic ass!”

The more words fell from the man’s mouth, the more you wished to hex him with forbidden magic. Although doing so would only make your punishment worse. The elders were strict about black magic, after all. Anyone who even showed a little bit of interest was considered a threat and was sent to conduct punishments almost immediately. It was cruel, but you were on wit’s end because nowhere had you seen a vile man like him. 

“It’s true, father!” The second sibling says, the sinister grin on his lips only growing. “I had asked Shoto nicely to help with my chores because I wanted to get more practice in for the royal knights’ examination, but he had the audacity to retaliate with the excuse that he already had chores to do.” The kid scoffs, rolling his eyes in the process. “He barely does anything in this house, yet he’s a burden to those of us who actually are? Father, he deserves punishment!”

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as if you were getting deja vu from this situation. The look on that kid’s face painfully reminded you of Neito, and you couldn’t help the gut feeling that made you believe that what the kid was saying was far from the truth.

“Shameful!” The father says, raising a hand to slap the young child to the side, and you gasp in horror wanting nothing more to interfere, yet the Grand Elder’s words ring harshly in your ear. There needs to be a balance. He had said. It would plunge the realms into total chaos if more than one human discovered the reality of magic simultaneously, especially those with foul intentions. 

You couldn’t reveal yourself, not yet, at least. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to curse the elders back home, for they had assigned to you a child who was literally experiencing hell on earth and only gave you limited movement to help. 

You watch, feeling the tears threaten to fall as the damn bastard of a father lands another punch towards his son, to the point where he begins to cough blood. Your eyes widen in horror as you hear the other children’s cheers. Why were they like this? Weren’t they family? Why were they treating one of their own like he wasn’t? He didn’t deserve this. He was only but a child!

When the father was finally finished with his rain of terror, you couldn’t help but release the breath you were holding in. Finally, it was over. But as if he couldn’t get any worse, the father towers over him, blue eyes boring into his kids. “If I see any of these bruises and wounds healed,” he whispers just enough for only Shoto to hear, but with your heightened senses, you couldn’t help but listen in. “Then you will get a beating far worse than this one. Do you understand?”

The kid nods weakly, not having the strength to communicate properly, causing the father to glare at him harder. “You are a disgrace to the Todoroki name, Shoto. Never forget that.”

And just like that, he leaves, the children following closely behind with mocking looks on their faces. The second sibling even goes so far as to spit on his youngest brother, causing you to clench your fists in anger, wanting to teach that kid a lesson. What kind of twisted personality did he have? Why was he treating his family like this? You just couldn’t understand. 

When they finally leave, leaving the young kid on the rough ground, wallowing in his misery and pain, you find it in yourself to come down and take action. What action, you may ask? You weren’t quite sure yourself, but every fiber in your being was begging you to do something to help the poor child. 

You kneel beside the beaten-up boy, weaving your hand through his dirtied hair. The boy looked like he hadn’t even been given an ounce of care throughout his life. How could this be? Wasn’t a family supposed to love each other? But you knew yourself that not all families were like that, only the lucky ones. 

The world, no matter what realm you were in, was cruel and cold to those who didn’t fit in, to those that made them feel sick. Within your heart, you knew exactly what the young child was feeling, although only to a certain extent as it could never compare to the feeling of getting beaten up by the people you were supposed to love on a day-to-day basis. 

But you too had been abandoned, you too had been ridiculed, and you knew how much that pain could carry through the rest of one’s life. The pain never truly goes away. It would only get buried, waiting for the moment it could come back to life. And if that pain was prolonged? Then that would only make things worse. 

So you decided, with a firm grip on your heart, that until you had to leave, you would be there for this child. More than punishment, more than a duty you had to fulfill, you would be there for him until the very end. 

That was a promise. 

Todoroki Shoto had never known love. 

For as long as he could remember, ever since the day he was born, his family had hated him. For what reason? He couldn’t quite comprehend, but now that he was a bit older, he understood to some extent. 

His birth had caused his mother to die. 

It was something that his family reminded him of every day. Whenever his brother, Natsuo, forced him to do his share of chores, he would always add in a snarky remark saying how it was the least he could do since he took his mother away from him. It hurt, but he couldn’t argue. It was the truth, after all. Him being born into the world had caused their own mother to leave it. It was only natural for his family to hate him. 

From what he had heard, his mother was a very kind woman. With the same snow-white hair that covered half of his head, Todoroki Rei was known to be an angel. She was kind, always selflessly showing her love, and in turn, everyone loved her for it. She was the life of the party, even though she was frail, and never failed to make everyone around her smile. She was what one would consider the embodiment of good.

And Shoto had taken her away from them. 

Everyone in the Todoroki household hated him, even the servants. How dare a useless child like him take away their mistress? How dare he live on as if nothing was wrong when he was the very reason that the light of the Todoroki household dimmed out. He was a despicable child in the eyes of everyone else, one that never deserved love. 

So they fed him moldy bread and spoiled milk, rotten fruits, and water that was clearly full of filth. They wanted him to die, to pay for taking their mistress away from them. And no one in his family ever stood up for him. 

His eldest brother Touya never even spoke to him. It was as if he was actively trying to ignore the kid. Whenever Shoto went up to talk to his brother, he would simply pass him by as if Shoto didn’t even exist. Yet whenever Shoto would catch peeks of the family eating a nice supper over the dinner table, his brother was actively engaging in conversation, causing an arrow to go through his heart at the realization that Touya truly did intend to ignore him. 

His second brother, Natsuo, was no better. The only difference was that he actively tried to make Shoto’s life a living hell more than it already was. Natsuo took all his anger and grief out on the young child with snarky remarks and condescending tones. There was even a slap on the cheek every now and then, to which he would complain that it was Shoto who assaulted him, even though it was far from the truth. And everyone would believe him. Because who would believe the words of a child whose birth meant the death of another?

Then there was Fuyumi, his only sister. She sported that same gentle nature as his mother, according to the house servants, yet to Shoto, she was a wicked and cruel child. She was petty, treating Shoto as if he were a slave. When her favorite tea was too hot for her liking, she spilled the scalding hot drink all over him, soon after berating and slapping him for letting the said liquid fall onto her plush carpet. It made no sense, but Shoto could never complain. Fuyumi was the darling of the family, after all. 

But his father? He was the worst of them all. 

Todoroki Enji was a curious man, to say the least. As one of the leading figures of the oldest families of the Musutafu Empire, his very presence brought tremendous waves of awe among the masses. The Todoroki family was one of the most revered families in the whole empire, and everyone had always looked up to them, seeing them as the perfect family. 

But Todoroki Enji had taken that image of perfection into heart, and it showed through the things he did behind closed doors. Rei’s death hit him the hardest, not because he was heartbroken that his other half died, but rather it was because that image of perfection had been broken into pieces, and he loathed it. He hated the pitiful gazes of the masses, as they stared at him as if he wasn’t the perfect being they needed him to be. It enraged him to no end. And the only outlet of this burning rage was the cause of all this brokenness, his own son. 

Everything Shoto did angered him. Even taking a breath angered him. Every action, look, and word that came from the young child infuriated the head of the house, and he couldn’t help but take it out on him. Treating Shoto like he wasn’t a child but rather an enemy on the battlefield. Every day he would ruthlessly beat Shoto up until he felt satisfied, leaving Shoto battered and bruised with no chance of recovery. It was terrible, something anyone with a heart would hate, yet all those who resided in the Todoroki Mansion thrived on his misery. 

So yeah, all his life, Todoroki Shoto had never known love. 

But when he feels a hand gently caress his face, brushing his dirtied hair off of his face and running a thumb over his bruising cheek, he wonders if maybe this was it. Whoever was touching him had such a gentle and soft touch, a touch that he’s never felt before in his life. It was warm, far different from the cold caresses of his family. He wanted nothing more than to stay in the comfort of this warmth. But what if this was just a figment of his imagination?

He opens his eyes slowly, bearing through the pain and heaviness that came with it, and his gaze meets yours, and he’s blown away. 

Your eyes look at him with sincere kindness, one that Shoto has never seen before in his life. He’s only been alive for a few years or so, and he can tell that this was what was right. Not his family, not the servants treating him with extreme hostility. No, you, a stranger he had never seen in his entire life, was already treating him way better than the whole world would ever treat him. And it had only been a few seconds since his eyes met yours. 

“W-who…” he stutters, blinking wearily as if he wanted to get a closer look, but you shush him with gentle whispers, continuing to weave your hands through his dual-colored hair that looked stunning under the sunlight, even if it was smeared to no end. 

“Shh, don’t speak, child,” you say, motherly instincts that you were unaware of surfacing. “You are injured. Speaking will only make it worse.”

Shoto nods, staying silent as you continue to run your fingers through his hair. Suddenly a surge of warmth rushes through his body, and he watches amazed as the pain from his father’s beating slowly goes away, even if the bruises didn’t disappear. 

“There, that should do the trick!” You say, smiling brightly and voice cheery in an attempt to console the young child. Shoto slowly sits up from where he laid on the hard ground, looking at his hands in awe. How did you do that? How did you make all the pain disappear?

“I apologize,” you say, looking sheepishly at Shoto once you noticed he was staring at his arms in awe. “Your father mentioned that he would hurt you even more if your injuries are healed, so I’m only able to make the physical pain go away, but the wounds remain. I hope that’s alright.”

It’s more than alright, Shoto thinks to himself as he looks at you in awe. Shoto had never felt this alive before. It was as if his energy was restored and multiplied as if the numbness that had accumulated from the years of beating had vanished without a trace. 

“Thank you,” he finally says, not having the courage to spill his heart out in fear that you would take his feelings and crush them in the blink of an eye. If Shoto were to be honest, if anyone else aside from the people he had come to know were to berate him more than he already was on a daily basis, then he would truly crumble. 

“But… who are you?” He asks, finally coming to his senses. “Why are you here? It’s dangerous. If father finds out, then you—”

“—Do not worry child, I will be fine.” You’re doing better than expected despite the rapid beating of your heart from how nervous you were. You really hated this motherly image you were exuding, wanting nothing more than to be as carefree as you usually were, but first impressions were important, and you had to time things just right. 

You smile, looking at Shoto with the kindest gaze you could muster, patting him gently on the head in the process. 

“I’m your fairy godmother, after all.”

“F-fairy g-godmother?” Shoto asks, clearly confused. You giggle at his perplexed expression, amused. It was fascinating how the child still seemed to be as innocent despite the harsh realities he had been through. He was a strong human, you supposed. And quite an adorable one too. 

“Yes, child,” you say once more, standing up and bringing Shoto up with you, although he stumbles, legs weak from being on the ground for too long, but you’re quick to catch him, giggling once more at the flustered expression on his face. 

“I’m your fairy godmother,” you repeat, lines poised and precise like you had been trained to from the Grand Elder. “And as your fairy godmother, I’ll be here to make sure that your pain will be more bearable until you can fly free on your own.”

“Fly?” The young child asks excitedly, eyes beaming. “Will I be able to fly someday?”

“Not in the literal sense, child.” You giggle, the tiny human bringing the weight of the world off your shoulders. It was refreshing to interact with him. Perhaps this was why parents decide to have children. They were oh so loveable when they were young. You could only hope that the pureness of his heart wouldn’t be tainted even further by the harsh reality of his family’s disdain. 

“But you’ll understand what I mean very soon,” you say, kneeling down towards his level. “And until then, I’ll be your wings, alright?” 

It’s clear that Shoto doesn’t understand a word you’re saying, but that’s alright. He doesn’t need to understand at the moment. He just needs to believe. And from the pure amazement and wonder in his eyes, it looks as if he’s already on a one-way track towards it.

“Now, child, before I send you off, you must remember something very important.” You say, tone a bit sterner as Shoto gulps, nodding his head and turning his full attention towards you. His concerned and slightly worried look on his face makes you want to break your facade and laugh along with him. But this truly was an important matter, and if you didn’t drill it into his brain, then your mission would have been all for naught. 

“Under no circumstance, must you tell of my existence to another soul, do you understand?” There’s uncertainty in the child’s gaze as if he doesn’t truly understand the weight of your words, but he nods nonetheless, agreeing. “Not your father,” you continue, hoping to make your point a bit clearer. “Nor your siblings, nor any stranger that you come across. You can’t reveal my existence to anyone, understand? This is a secret between you and me. Can you keep it?”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as Shoto lets the words sink in. He truly doesn’t understand why he can’t tell anyone else about you. It didn’t make sense to him. Weren’t you supposed to make his pain more bearable? Then why couldn’t you do that in the form of mending his relationship with his family? It saddened Shoto because in the few moments you had spent together, in those few minutes he got to know you, Shoto already considered you a friend. His first friend, in fact. 

Why couldn’t he show you off? 

Maybe it had to do with the fact that you, too, would get punished by his father if he were to reveal your existence. His father was a terrifying man. If he wanted something, then he would get it, no matter how difficult it was to obtain. His father held himself in high regard. And anyone who didn’t fit his standards was considered worthless and useless. If he were to find out that you were associated with him, the failure of the family, then who knows what his father would do to you?

He wouldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow that. You were the first person to show him kindness, and he couldn’t just let you slip away. That would break him to the point of no return. 

“Sure,” Shoto mumbles shyly, a bashful smile forming on his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t have guessed that this child was frequently beaten up by his family, much less hated by them. He seemed like a great kid, who needed a friend to stand by him, and although Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had strictly advised you against being too attached to your assigned human, you couldn’t help it. 

Who were you to ignore such a loveable child? 

You smile, the sternness gradually leaving your face, and raise your hand towards him, pinky pointing out. “Promise?” Shoto looks at you before his eyes dart to your outstretched finger, bewildered and unsure. 

“This is a pinky promise,” you say, realizing that he didn’t understand what you were trying to do. “When we link our pinkies together like this,” you continue, intertwining your pinky with his and locking them together. “Then that means our promise is sealed in stone and can never ever be broken.” 

You give Shoto a small smile, your other hand reaching out to pat his head gently, while Shoto looks at your intertwined pinkies in awe and admiration. 

In his haze, you finally stand up, your heightened senses hearing angered footsteps approaching, and you look worriedly at Shoto, hesitant to leave.

“I have to go now,” you say, heartbreaking at the way his expression falls from his face, replaced with a disappointed one.

“But don’t worry, I’ll be back.” You’re quick to reassure him, waving your hands frantically as you give off a sheepish smile. “I’ll be back when you need me the most,” you clarify, panic rushing in as the hurried footsteps become louder.

“Promise?” Shoto asks, stretching out his own pinky to you, reflecting what you had just taught him. This catches you by surprise, but you’re quick to smile, intertwining your pinkies once more.

“I promise,” you genuinely whisper, watching with mirth in your heart as Shoto looks up at you with a warm smile of his own, eyes looking at you tenderly as if he were sending you off.

And just like that, you vanish, much to Shoto’s shock, as the sliding door behind him slams open, and a servant comes out storming towards him angrily. But honestly, Shoto couldn’t care less.

Even as the servant berated him and dragged him harshly back into the mansion, Shoto couldn’t help but feel all warm and giddy inside. He had made his first friend.

And that was more than anything he could ever ask for.

Ever since your first meeting with Shoto, you had begun to grow closer towards the abused child, feeling a connection start to grow.

Of course, you didn’t show yourself to him as often as you wanted to, as you had your own limitations. Because as the council had told you before your departure, they were watching. And that was a frightening thought to ever take for granted. 

It was too risky to put your personal desires over your duty at the forefront, so you had to work your way around the rules laid down by the Grand Elder. You had to be sharp, had to show your support and friendship in other more mundane ways so Shoto would continue to believe.

You were still a fairy on a mission, after all.

Harnessing magic wasn’t a one-time thing. If it were, then the council would have easily done it by now. The truth of the matter was that cultivating the magic out of humans required time, effort, and care— a feat that was far too tedious for the council to partake in, which was why it was up to the God fairies to carry it out.

As the relationship between a god fairy and their assigned human continued to grow, so would the amount of magic present within the human. Once it got to its breaking point, then the god fairy would immediately harness it, marking the end of their relationship and causing the human to never believe in magic again. 

It was a cruel process but one you couldn’t avoid as it meant your life or death. But the more time you spend with Shoto, the more your resolve seems to break, and you begin to question whether or not you could actually pull through with what you were meant to do. 

The door slides open, snapping you away from your train of thought, and in walks Shoto, a new bruise forming over his right eye. 

Even if you couldn’t show yourself on a daily basis, you still made your presence known to Shoto through small acts of magic, ones that wouldn’t be considered overboard by the Grand Elder. You would have followed Shoto everywhere he went, watching his every move and ensuring that he was safe, but in a way, it made you uncomfortable.

And you couldn’t stand seeing the way his family and servants treated him. It was too cruel. You were sure that if you spent any second longer seeing his siblings ridicule him or his father punch him, then you would lose control. And everything that you had worked desperately for would have gone to waste,  which was why you distanced yourself from the young child whenever he was around others. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. It was for the best; you tried to convince yourself. You were doing the right thing. 

But that didn’t mean you didn’t help him at all. As Shoto quickly makes his way to his worn-out futon, wincing in pain at all the bruises his father had given him from the day’s beating, you couldn’t help but fuss over him, immediately reaching out to take the pain away in your invisible state, external wounds remaining. 

“Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out weakly, feeling the pain leave him gradually as warmth replaces it. His eyes feel lighter, and he finally works the courage to open them fully, only to be met with his dark room. You were still invisible. You hadn’t shown yourself just yet. “Are you there?”

You wanted to respond. You desperately do. But the weight of your duty weighs heavy on your shoulders, and you hesitate, unsure whether or not you would reach out to him. You two were close, that was for sure. Throughout the few months of your ‘friendship’ with Shoto (if you could call it that), you had come to know just how precious the child truly was. Even after all the hardships and suffering that overcame him, he was still bright and innocent, something you never entirely understood, but you supposed that was what made Shoto… Shoto. 

 “Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out again, this time a little more desperate. His eyes dart around, trying to find you, but you were nowhere to be seen. All he wanted was to see you again. Sure, you had in some way, shape, and form always made your presence known through your kind acts, but it didn’t feel complete. It was as if Shoto was talking to a ghost, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to speak to his friend, the one person who made him see the light in what seemed like a never-ending darkness. 

“Please,” he whispers like a prayer, hoping that you would show yourself. “Are you there?”

You couldn’t take it. This was torture to you. You knew you would get reprimanded either way, but as a fairy tasked with the responsibility of taking care of this child, you had to do it. He was practically crying out at this point. What kind of soul wouldn’t help him?

“I am here, Shoto,” you say, finally revealing yourself, and you feel yourself wince at the tears of relief that slip past the young child’s eyes. “I am here.”

Almost immediately, Shoto lunges at you, wrapping you in the tightest embrace he could muster. Was this real? He thought to himself. Were you actually here? This wasn’t a dream, right? What if you left him for good? He didn’t think his heart could handle that. 

“You’re here!” He whispers, nuzzling into your stomach, giggling. “You’re actually here!” How could a child be so precious? You wonder to yourself. He was so innocent and pure. Why was his family hurting him like he wasn’t? From the time you had come to know Shoto, you could tell that he was a kind soul. He didn’t deserve any of the pain inflicted by his family. He deserved nothing but love and happiness. You just wished you had the authority to give it to him. 

But alas, even with your freedom came chains that sought to bind you to the harsh realities of the world. 

“Yes, I am, Shoto,” you giggle, running your hand soothingly through his hair, knowing how much comfort it brought the young child. “What is it that you need?”

“Nothing really,” Shoto replies after a while, merely basking in your warmth for as long as he could. “I just wanted to see you again.”

If Shoto were, to be honest, he was afraid that you were merely a product of his own imagination. His family often mocked him for it, calling him delusional in every way they could. Delusional for thinking he was loved; Delusional for thinking he deserved to be loved, and more so delusional for thinking that he could actually receive love from his family. 

He was raised to believe that in one way or another, he was delusional, so somewhere deep down inside him, he thought that maybe you were a product of his delusions too. 

But here you were, smiling down at him with such tenderness and care that Shoto knew you were anything but a delusion. He smiles brightly, the pain from earlier slowly melting away in your presence, and he drags you with his little hands towards his small, worn-out mattress, encouraging you to sit. 

You follow him, eyes frowning at the state of his mattress. This was no way to treat a human being. Even back in the fairy realm, although it was clear that many were not fond of you, they still gave you common courtesy and respect as any other living being should. What Shoto’s family was doing to him was horrible, and you wish you could bring him out of it. 

“Could you tell me a story?” Shoto asks out of the blue, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. “A story?” You repeat, unsure if you heard him correctly. Shoto nods, moving to lift a part of his mattress off the ground to reveal a hidden pile of storybooks that you never knew existed.

“My father doesn’t let me read,” he whispers, fingers darting over the dusty covers. “Says I’m not worthy of it.” Your hands clenched into fists beside you as you tried not to let your anger show, but Shoto could feel it slowly dripping off you in waves. “It’s fine, though,” he says, trying to reassure you that he wasn’t as affected by it as he truly was. “I’m used to it….”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as you look at the solemn gaze on Shoto’s face as he continues to run his fingers through the cover of the worn book longingly. With a sigh, you gently take Shoto into your arms, catching the young boy by surprise. 

“You don’t have to hide in front of me, you know?” You say, seemingly scolding the child, but your tone was light, a small smile making its way to your face. “Friends don’t hide things from each other.”

From where he sat in your lap, Shoto looks at you with a bewildered gaze on his face, as if he were mesmerized. You simply smile at him, taking the book gently from his arms and opening it to the first page. 

“I’ll help you learn how to read,” you say, finally clearing up your actions. “Isn’t that what you truly want?” 

Shoto doesn’t say anything, but you can tell from the tears that are about to fall from his eyes that this was indeed his genuine desire. It pained you. Reading was something many took for granted, but as you see the absolute joy on Shoto’s face as he brought his attention back to the book in excitement, you realize that this was a gift. 

You had the power to help this child beyond magic. And that was something you would use to your advantage, no matter the consequence. 

You just wished that you would have done a better job at keeping it lowkey. Because as you guide Shoto in reading the story he had picked for the night, You don’t notice the gap between his door and the wall, a result of Shoto not closing the door properly from his weakened state and as a result, a young girl was standing on the opposite side of the door, eyes widened in horror and disgust at the sight she was seeing. 

This wasn’t going to go well. 

The next few days, Shoto honestly felt like he was in bliss. 

No matter how horribly his family and servants treated him, nothing could shake the happiness he felt within his heart. Perhaps it was amplified by the fact his father had left the mansion for a few days to attend to his duties in the royal palace. Although he still had to face harsh treatments from his siblings and the other servants, at least the beatings became scarce. 

His family was much too cowardly to carry out the same severe beatings his father gave. Which meant that he could enjoy his time with you even more than he should. 

He had just finished his chores, ones that the servants were supposed to do, but in their vanity, they forced him to do it, going beyond their status as mere servants and dropping all their responsibilities as a child, sporting faux innocence whenever Shoto had tried to bring it up to his family.

But when he did, his father only got angry, beating him for lying about such matters, insinuating how he was insulting him because it was Enji who handpicked those servants, meaning an insult to them was an insult to his father.

So Shoto learned to take everything in a stride. To just do whatever the servants wanted him to do otherwise, he would get an even more severe beating from his father, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. 

But that fear was a thing of the past, as at the moment, Shoto was happily skipping towards his room, excitedly thinking of what story his fairy godmother would teach him about today.

Truly, like her title, Shoto’s fairy godmother was a blessing sent from the heavens. She was kind, patient, and never berated Shoto for any mistake he made. She would never do that to him, she told him one day when he had asked. It was just too cruel. 

So this was what kindness really felt like, Shoto realized once the words slipped from her mouth. Growing up, Shoto was taught that his family’s actions were one of kindness, with insults such as ‘you should be grateful father was kind enough to keep you in this house when you should have been thrown out into the street already.’ being thrown at him left and right. 

He had always hated kindness because of that. His family’s kindness made him feel sick, made him want to curl up into a hole and die, yet his fairy godmother had shown him the light. His fairy godmother had shown him that kindness wasn’t supposed to make you feel horrible. It was supposed to make you happy. It was supposed to fill your heart with love and affection that you wanted to give back tenfold. 

What his family was doing to him wasn’t kindness at all.

Even more so when he stopped in front of his room, confused to hear a commotion inside. His gut feeling told him to run away, to hide, and never show himself again. But he couldn’t. His room was his safe haven, the only place where he could truly escape from his harsh reality, and if something ever happened to it, then Shoto wouldn’t know what to do.

He hastily opens the door only to feel his blood run cold. There standing in his room were his father, Enji, and his sister, Fuyumi. The moment they heard the door open, his sister turned to him, fake tears in her eyes, ones that Shoto knew everyone believed. Because in their eyes, Shoto’s sister was innocent, even though he knew that she was a devil in disguise.

“There he is, father!” Fuyumi exclaimed, pointing towards him accusingly. “The thief!”

Thief? Shoto wondered to himself. Why was he a thief? As far as he knew, he hadn’t stolen anything from anyone, much less his sister. Why would she accuse him of being a thief?

But he didn’t get the chance to ponder on it deeply, with his father turning towards him with deep rage lacing his eyes. Why was his father here in the first place? Wasn’t he supposed to stay in the palace for a few more days?

“You imbecile!” His father rages, stomping towards him. Shoto whimpers trying to back away, but his father was bigger and stronger than he could ever be and caught up to him quickly, holding him by the collar of his rags and throwing him across the room harshly. 

The impact causes immense pain to course through Shoto’s body, and he’s sure he could feel a rib or two of his break from the pressure. There was liquid running down his face, was that blood? Perhaps. He was in too much pain to process what was happening. 

“First, you kill your mother,” His father says, slowly making his way towards him, intimidation falling off him in waves. “Second, you act like an entitled brat to everyone in this house,” his words make Shoto flinch, knowing in his heart that none of his words were true. “And third,” Shoto’s father says as he finally stands in front of him, eyes glaring into his with severe malice. “You dare steal something extremely valuable from your sister? Have you no shame?”

With the little strength he could muster, Shoto looks up at his father, eyes weak and hazy. “Steal?” He whispers. “I didn’t steal anything….”

“Lies!” He hears his sister exclaim, sobbing hysterically. If Shoto didn’t know that his sister had two sides, he would have believed that she was genuinely upset. But that wasn’t the case. She was making things up. And this time, her act might actually cost his life. 

“You stole the storybooks I got from mother!” She accuses, holding her teddy bear tighter to her chest, hateful eyes glaring into his.

Storybooks? Shoto asks to himself, eyes darting around only to find the pile of storybooks on the ground— the same ones you read to him every night. A fire burns inside him, something that Shoto had never felt before. The audacity his sister had.

“Y-you,” he stutters, coughing from the pain. “You threw them away! I don’t steal them. I found them in the garbage!”

“That’s not true!” His sister fights back, and Shoto can see the way her eyes dart around in shock, not expecting him to actually speak up. “Why would I throw away something I received from mother?” 

Shoto was about to retort, but suddenly, a harsh sound rang through the room, and Shoto feels an excruciatingly painful sting on his cheek. His father had slapped him hard.

“How dare you,�� he says, voice low, concealing the pure unadulterated rage that was about to burst forth. “How dare you take our kindness for granted, you son of a bitch.” 

“We clothed you. We gave you shelter and food, and this is how you repay us?” He spats, hands clenched into fists. “After everything you’ve done to our family, you continue to disgrace our family name? What a despicable child you are.” 

Pushing Shoto down to the floor, Enji raises his hand, ready to land a punch. “Shameful.” He lands a blow. “Disgusting.” He lands another. “Thief.” This time his father hits his broken ribs, causing Shoto to cry out in even more pain. “Murderer.”

Tears fall from Shoto’s eyes as the pain continues to flow through him, bursting through every punch. Was he really a murderer? Was he really that bad of a child? If so, why did they make him stay? Why couldn’t they put him out of his misery?

He wished his fairy godmother was here. She would probably make things better than they were now. She would make all the pain go away and then pat his head like she always did as she read him another story. He had never been as happy as he was whenever she read to him. But who knew that happiness came at an awful price?

Fairy Godmother, Shoto prayed in his mind as his father continued to beat him, letting out all his anger onto his body. Where are you? He was sure he looked like a mess, probably not even human anymore. But he couldn’t care less. He just wanted his fairy godmother by his side.

She said she would be there when he needed it most, didn’t she?

Suddenly the pain stops, and all Shoto feels is numb. He opens his eyes to the best ability, only to see his father stop midair with someone’s hand holding into his arm. He turns to the side, wincing in pain, yet it’s worth it because he finally sees the person he’s been waiting for.

His fairy godmother had finally appeared.

“Who are you?” His father shouts, screaming at the fairy. Her face is hardened, eyes glaring back at him with such hatred that it could honestly mirror his father’s. 

“None of your business,” she spats before forcefully throwing his father to the other side of the room, landing with a harsh thud.

She walks towards him, a menacing aura surrounding her, but just before she could approach Shoto’s father, his sister immediately runs to defend him, glaring with genuine tears in her eyes.

“Who are you?” She screams, shaking. “Why are you attacking father? Father has done nothing wrong! You should be attacking that… thing! He’s the bad one here.”

Her desperate cries leave a bitter hole in Shoto’s heart as he feels nothing but despair. He had always hoped that beneath all the harsh words of his family members, underneath all their cruel punishments and glaring eyes, they would still have room in their hearts to care for him, even just a little bit.

But no, they didn’t even see him as human. And that hurt way more than being called a murderer. 

“First of all,” you say, voice ice-cold, causing shivers to run down everyone’s spine. “Shoto isn’t a thing. He’s a human being. He’s your brother. What kind of person are you for not even acknowledging that?” 

“He killed my mother!” Shoto’s sister screams in protest, holding her ground. But her words only cause your gaze to harden as you grab her in the shoulders, and she shakes under your terrifying stare. 

“Listen here, young lady,” your voice booms through the room. “Shoto didn’t kill anyone. Your mother’s death was not his fault. Just because you can’t accept the fact that your mother is not on this earth anymore doesn’t mean you can treat your brother like he’s the scum of the earth.”

His sister falls silent after that, not knowing what else to say. She sniffles, and as gently as you can, you push her to the side. She was still a child, after all. No matter how vain she was, she was only a year or two older than Shoto. And you were not one to inflict pain on children or anyone for that matter. 

But this had gone too far. And you couldn’t find it within yourself to stand on the sidelines any longer. 

“And you,” if possible, your voice becomes even more ominous as you approach Enji, who sat on the ground, groaning. In his weakened state, he glares at you, having the audacity to continue spewing nonsense from his mouth. 

“Don’t you know who I am?” He threatens before you can continue to speak. “I am Todoroki Enji, the right-hand man of the Emperor of the Musutafu Empire! If his majesty were to find out of your crime, then he would—”

“—Punish you to the depths of hell.” You say, cutting him off. “I’m not a fool, Todoroki Enji. I know that the only reason you sheltered Shoto was so the Emperor wouldn’t find out your crimes. Otherwise, you would have thrown him onto the streets.”

Enji can feel his blood run cold, the truth hitting him like harsh waves the more they fall from your lips. 

“The Emperor is a kind and just man, and if he were to ever find out that you were treating your child this way, then he wouldn’t hesitate to sentence you to death. You know that more than anyone.”

Silence befalls the room as everyone soaks your words in. Shoto doesn’t understand. What were you trying to say?

“You know better than to punish Shoto for killing his mother. He didn’t do anything wrong. Todoroki Rei was already weak and frail after giving birth to the little young miss over there, yet you still insisted that she bear you a child, and when she refused, you threatened her.”

A gasp falls from his sister’s lips as the gravity of your words swirls up into a tornado in Shoto’s mind. Was this true? Was he truly not to blame for all of this?

“Lies,” Enji mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear. You stay silent, allowing the man to form his thoughts, yet that proves to be fatal as after a beat of silence passes, the man glares at you, taking a broken piece of the wall and swinging it your way. 

“Fairy Godmo—” Shoto calls, distressed and scared, but it proved to be for naught as in the blink of an eye, the heavy debris vanished, and you stood there, wand in hand, glaring once more at his father. 

“What?!” His father exclaims, finally taking his stand. “How were you able to do that? That should have killed you!”

You smile, grin sinister and dark, far from the gentle warmth it usually portrayed. Shoto was scared. His brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening. But what he did know was that he didn’t like any of this one bit. 

“Magic,” is all you say, lifting your wand to cast another spell. “Magic is what made me do this to you. And magic is how I’ll make sure that you suffer the same hell Shoto has gone through.”

Horror fills Enji’s eyes as you step closer. But just as you’re about to release your spell, the door opens, revealing Shoto’s second brother, Natsuo, whose eyes widened at the sight in front of him. On instinct, he grabs the wooden sword he had brought with him from his training and lunges at you just as your magic bursts forth, tackling you to the ground. 

And a scream fills the air. 

Everyone looks, startled at the sight. When the chaos finally comes clear, to the family’s dread and your glee, your spell had managed to affect Enji, but not in the way that you had hoped. 

Instead of the core of his body, you had hit his eyes instead, a nasty scar forming over it, burning the flesh, and causing the man to tremble in pain. 

Well, at least he would know what Shoto felt when he got his scar. 

You stand up, dusting the dirt off your clothes as you make your way towards Shoto, ignoring his shell-shocked brother, who was staring at his father writhing in pain. You probably look like a mess at this point, totally different from how you usually appeared, but that was the least of your concerns. 

You had to ensure Shoto was alright. He had gone through so much after all. 

You couldn’t stand it. How could you stand watch when Shoto’s father was basically killing the poor child? Shoto who was pure and innocent. Shoto, whose only desire in life, was to read. He didn’t care for freedom or revenge. He just wanted to live normally. 

You couldn’t find it within yourself to let his family trample over those dreams any longer. 

You finally approach him, getting ready to kneel beside him and take him in your embrace so you could take the pain away. How much pain must he have gone through? You wonder. His body was battered and bruised, looking as if he was merely a shell of the child he once was. It was too cruel, and you could only hope that you’re magic would take even a bit of that pain away.

Because the child deserved to smile. 

But just as you’re about to reach out towards him, a bright light shines through the room, and from that light comes a figure, one that causes your whole being to momentarily freeze in shock and fear. 

Elder Yagi stood there in all his glory, robes and wings perfectly accentuating his features, truly presenting himself as the most powerful fairy in all the realm. His eyes were placed into a frown, and he stared directly at you, disappointment evident within him. 

You had screwed up, and now you were going to pay the price. 

“Young (Y/N),” His voice booms, loud and proud like how a fairy should be. “For breaking the Fairy Code by revealing the existence of magic to humans other than your godchild and for using said magic to unlawfully harm the human race, you are hereby sentenced to banishment from the fairy realm effective immediately.”

You stare at the elder you had come to know as a father, pleading with desperate eyes for him not to do this to you, but he pays no mind, waving his wand, causing binds to form and wrap around your body. 

“No, please!” You scream in vain, begging. “At least let me heal Shoto. Let me do something for him!”

“You’ve already done enough!” Elder Yagi screams. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so angry, and it scares you. Where was the kind fairy you had come to know? Why was he acting like this? “The Council will take over.”

And light flashes once more through the broken room, and just like that, you’re gone, leaving Shoto behind. 

Shoto blinks blearily, everything passing by in a blur. What had happened? What was happening? He wished he had the strength to get up and take a stand for himself, but he was quite literally beaten to a pulp. He can’t feel the strength in his arms anymore, and just that very thought scares him. 

The only thing that comforts him is the soothing lullaby of darkness, trancing him into a sleepy state, and before he knows it, Shoto passes out. 

Not knowing that from this point onwards, his life would change forever. 

The light shines through the curtains, and Shoto wakes up, blinking. 

He stretches his tired limbs and sits up, yawning. Why did he feel so tired? He’s never felt this weary before. 

He gets out of bed, heading towards his bathroom, looking at the mirror. When he does, however, he’s suddenly flashed with a vision of him, beaten into a pulp and unable to stand up, and he gasps, but that vision slowly fades away, and Shoto’s regular reflection comes back. 

What was that? Why did he look so… dead?

Surely that was a figment of his own imagination, right? Surely that was his mind playing tricks on him, right? Sure, his family did beat him from time to time, but they would never treat him that badly, right?

Shoto shivers, desperately shaking his thoughts away, as he slowly makes his way to the kitchen, hoping to snag some food while the servants aren’t looking. 

On his way, however, he bumps into his father, who glares at him. Shoto looks to the ground in shame, not knowing why this particular meeting made him more frightened than usual. He should be used to his father’s beatings by now, but why did he feel so scared?

“You,” his father says, and Shoto halts at the menacing tone in his voice. “Look at me.” Shoto does as he asks, and looks up to his father, eyes widening at the sight of a ghastly scar mirroring his own on his father’s face.

Did he always have that scar? 

His father stares at him as if he were examining him. For what reason, Shoto wasn’t quite sure, But it made him extremely uncomfortable, and he could only hope that his father would let him go soon. 

“You should be grateful I’m in a good mood today, brat,” is all his father says, glaring harshly at Shoto. He doesn’t say anything more than that, choosing to leave towards the direction of the dining room, leaving Shoto behind in the hallway. 

That was it? He asked himself. He wasn’t going to punch him? That was weird. But he paid it no mind. As his father said, it was his lucky day. 

Yet as Shoto continued to head towards the kitchen, there was an itching feeling scratching the back of his head, telling Shoto that there was something wrong. That something was missing. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, which confused Shoto because, as far as he knew, everything was completely normal. 

But he couldn’t ignore that thought. It nagged him throughout the day, telling him that this wasn’t right. 

The problem was, Shoto had no idea what exactly was wrong. 

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Just because capitalism is bad doesn't make rioting a good or effective means of change.

As much as I hate cops I feel like it pretty much proves my point to START with the article in the cop magazine about how the Rodney King riots changed policing in LA:

Shortly after the riot, Chief Willie Williams was sworn in as the first outside police chief in 45 years. The voters created a new system where the chief could serve only a five-year term, renewable once at the city's option. On two occasions so far, the city has sent the chief packing after five years.

(Police Mag April 2012)

Here’s Anaheim City Councilman Stephen Fassell talking about changes after riots in Anaheim due to police shooting people:

We now have a representative government that we did not have before. We now have a city government that listens more. We’re only six or seven months into this, so we still have to learn our way around. Overall, the city is taking a renewed interest in that neighborhood (Anna Drive) and others. Neighborhoods, in general, have higher visibility in the eyes of the city government from one end to another.

(OC Register, July 2017)

Here’s some historians talking to Vox about rioting:

The 1960s unrest, for example, led to the Kerner Commission, which reviewed the cause of the uprisings and pushed reforms in local police departments. The changes to police ended up taking various forms: more active hiring of minority police officers, civilian review boards of cases in which police use force, and residency requirements that force officers to live in the communities they police."

This is one of the greatest ironies. People would say that this kind of level of upheaval in the streets and this kind of chaos in the streets is counterproductive," Thompson said. "The fact of the matter is that it was after every major city in the urban north exploded in the 1960s that we get the first massive probe into what was going on — known as the Kerner Commission."

(Vox, September 2016)

This is from an abstract of a study done on the 1992 LA riots

Contrary to some expectations from the academic literature and the popular press, we find that the riot caused a marked liberal shift in policy support at the polls. Investigating the sources of this shift, we find that it was likely the result of increased mobilization of both African American and white voters. Remarkably, this mobilization endures over a decade later.

(American Political Science Review, 2019)

There’s a whole-ass article about this in Jacobin this week

Even the case of the 1960s is more complicated than the liberal story about scared white Nixon voters suggests. For one thing, there is substantial evidence that the riots led to higher government expenditures in the deprived cities where they erupted. James W. Button’s pathbreaking 1978 book Black Violence documented the ways the riots forced policymakers to pay attention to the effects of their policies on the urban poor, a group they had been happy to neglect previously. At a time when many social scientists viewed even protest movements as a kind of mass psychosis, Button showed that riots were a rational response to being ignored. Later research showed that riots could increase welfare expenditures, even in areas where white racism was strongest. In other words, even if riots pushed white public opinion in a conservative direction, they also brought important benefits to the areas where they occurred.

(Jacobin, June 2020)

And here is the full 17-page PDF of an article published by the American Political Science Association in their journal, I’m linking to the whole thing but I’m only going to reproduce the conclusion here:

We focus on violent protest as a political tool for a low-status group in the United States. While other scholarship has examined other forms of political action and asked if it is efficacious for racial minorities and other low-status groups, the scholarly literature has largely failed to ask whether rioting is a useful tool for building policy support, even though, from the perspective of the rioters, this question is paramount. Here we show that violent political protest can spur political participation among people who share an identity with the rioters.

Although it often seems extreme from the American perspective, political violence is not isolated to particular regions or eras and is still common in many parts of the world. Moreover, the implicit threat of violence underlies the relationship between governments and citizens in many places. As the use of violence continues to be an active feature of our political system, our findings and approach may help future scholars better understand this important topic.

(American Political Science Review, June 2019)

And also just because riots may or may not be politically expedient doesn’t prevent them.

I want to talk for a second about the concept of a state monopoly on violence.

The deal is that in most states (here meaning countries or governments, not US States) the State (or government) is the only entity that is allowed to be violent. You’re not allowed to break down your neighbor’s door, your partner isn’t allowed to hit you, you’re not allowed to smash your boss’s windshield. The state and its agents are the only things allowed to be violent and their violence is supposed to be used to curtail societal violence. The cops outnumber your partner and have the legal power to lock them in a cage if your partner hits you, this is in theory supposed to prevent your partner from hitting you. Fear of state violence is supposed to act as a deterrent to crime and interpersonal violence.

BUT there are supposed to be rules. The state is the only one allowed to be violent but they’re not allowed to be wantonly, willfully violent. The state doesn’t get to hit you with no evidence of a crime, the cops aren’t supposed to smash in your windshield, sheriffs aren’t supposed to break down your door if you haven’t committed a crime that warrants a violent response from the state.

The state isn’t holding up its end of the bargain.

The state has lost its right to a monopoly on violence.

Yes, the violence is unfortunate. Yes, the violence is not ideal. No, I’m not applauding when people set fire to local businesses.

I am maybe applauding a little when they set fire to a massive corporation that has utilized the violence of the state against citizens while working hard to protect itself against workers (Target) and I’m applauding the destruction of symbols of inequality and institutionalized racism (Rodeo Drive in LA and the Market House in NC and all the statues of racists on this list) and I’ma be real here, I kind of always think police stations should be torn down brick by brick or forcibly converted into libraries or low income housing.

So while the violence is not ideal I don’t think that it’s illegitimate. The state has lost its right to a monopoly on violence and a violent response is certainly one way to make that point.

But here’s the other thing:

All these riots started with peaceful protests against state violence. There are thousands of photos and videos of peaceful protestors peacefully protesting and having speeches and asking for change.

And there are hundreds of videos and photos of cops launching tear gas and rubber bullets at these peaceful protestors. There is a staggering amount of evidence that in city after city police escalated tensions and introduced violence to peaceful protests.

(and please let’s remember: all of this started in response to an act of police violence. These riots didn’t fall out of a clear blue sky, they are a direct reaction to four police officers killing a man by kneeling on his neck for eight minutes while he begged for his mother and his life. That is, in my opinion, something completely worth burning down a police station over even if that act never accomplishes anything further than burning down that police station)