#and proceeds to dance until she dies

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

When someone joins the Ten Sages, they leave behind their name and take on a numbered title. For the vast majority of these characters, we never learn their original names.

In BlazBlue, we're given the names of One, Relius Clover, and Nine, Konoe Ayatsuki Mercury.

In XBlaze, we know the full name of Zwei, Marceline F. Mercury, and we can safely assume we know the family name of Sechs, Stroheim, but we don't know his given name.

The chances of us learning the names of any of the others are incredibly slim. But... it's kind of fun to think about, isn't it?

I've been thinking about names for the other Ten Sage characters we've gotten to know. Acht in particular is a character I find it easy to come up with ideas for.

Under the cut, I'll share some of the thought process to why these names in particular stand out to me.

We know from Phase Shift that Ishana is a nation outside of the geopolitical world we know, untied to any modern country. The named Ishanans we know seem to be from different nationalities; Shuichiro is Japanese, the Stroheims seem to be of German ancestry, Elise's full name also suggests German heritage, Trinity and Celica's names are Western in General but could arguably be traced back to Latin origins, Marceline and the Mercury family name in general have a similar relationship with the general West and Roman origins, etc.

This makes me imagine Ishana as having a predominantly European culture, but one that has perhaps attracted people with magical potential from all the world's nations for generations.

With that in mind, I often find myself drawn to names from medieval European courtly romances, for that same kind of Western feel with a magicy twist. For Acht in particular, I really like the idea of giving her a name with ties to the fairy tales she seems so fixated on, in the way she talks about herself, Hinata, Touya, etc.

I'm also interested in giving her the name of some kind of tragic ballet heroine. Her role in the narrative can feel like that of a tragic heroine destined for despair, and the naming theme of her moveset in her only playable appearance (BBDW) centers around ballet and ballet terminology.

The same reasoning (the BBDW naming theme) draws me to French names, as all of her moves are in French.

#xblaze #xblaze code embryo #blazblue #ten sages acht #relius clover #konoe a mercury #marceline f mercury #bb trivia #bb headcanons #bb theory #bb meta #ao no imakagami #ten sages #xblaze ten sages #personally I was originally leaning toward zeladine for those sweet sweet sleeping beauty connections #but after discovering and learning about the ballet Giselle #I'm leaning towards giving Acht the full name of Giselle La Fontaine #seriously the heroine learns she can't be with her love #and proceeds to dance until she dies #if that's not a great parallel to acht's union situation AND relationship to sechs AND her last stand #then I don't know what is

[decadentpostnachos-evil-twin]

Hanging on by a thread for a multitude of reasons.

So, looking up acotar fan art one inevitably gets smacked in the face with Fey/sand at some point. And if it's not them with their kid or cutely holding hands, it's something like this:

(There are watermarks on the fanart and I got them from Pinterest...middle one is someone called ignartio, I didn't find them on instagram though)

Why are people making a big quantity of art of this particular part of acotar? Are there truly people thinking that this is in any way appealing? Let's recap.

Feyre goes under the mountain, a comparatively dumb little girl. To save her lover Tamlin and maybe her friend Lucien if she's already at it. Faces crunchy Amaranth and doesn't get the riddle right (not wanting to belittle her here bc acotar Feyre was somewhat of a cutie, but that riddle was easy af, way to make her seem like an idiot.) Anyway, get's beaten to unconsciousness after blurting out her name because Lucien would have rather died than to give it away.

Little Feyre get's her three trials and a bunch of tasks for inbetween, i.e. cleaning that hallway. Other than that, people leave little Feyre relatively alone.

Until that self serving prick comes along and thinks to himself "Hey, why not treat her like an object and humiliate her in front of hundreds if not thousands of people, for shits and giggles?" So he proceeds to have his lackeys dress her up in what is essentially a handkerchief and paint her, so everyone can see where he put his grimy hands. And then he drugs her and has her dance for him, barely half aware of what's going on around her. All the while touching her. And the next morning she awakes with a killer headache, barely any memories and the need to throw up.

"But he did this to protect her!" - From what? Nobody cared for her beyond the trials. She was not used as entertainment by anyone else. They had their orgies and whatnot. There was no passable reason to be doing this to her.

"But he only touched her waist and hips!" - So you're telling me that you'd find it okay if somebody drugged you and "only" touched your waist and hips? Touching somebody without their consent, especially in such a vulnerable state is simply gross.

"But he had to keep his mask-" - Shut. Up. His "mask" did not include this particularly disgusting shit he pulled. He could have just let her alone, nobody would have batted a lash. Feyre was a comparatively uninteresting human girl. Had he not made her dance practically naked, no one would have missed her there.

My point, you ask? Stop romanticising what Rhysand did to Feyre under the Mountain. Stop trying to justify it. Those were the actions of an entirely sick individual.

#anti rhysand #anti rhys #anti feysand #not really anti feyre #neutral feyre #feyre deserves better

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown preliminaries

Propaganda:

For Kazuma Asogi:

ok so he’s not CANONICALLY queer but it’s ace attorney. so… he does, however, canonically have a katana! a sword so integral to the plot it gives me shivers just thinking about it. the sword also has a name, it’s karuma (translates roughly to karma) and it gets passed onto the main character, ryunosuke naruhodo (who he calls partner), after kazuma (spoiler alert) dies in case 1-2. except (SUPER spoiler alert!) he isn’t dead! he comes back in case 2-3 and would you look at that he has ANOTHER SWORD, a more european sword (cause he ended up in england after his amnesia brain said he REALLY had to go to england). once he gets his memories back, ryunosuke gives karuma back to him and proceeds to use it to destroy the wax figure of his dead presumed serial killer dad (long story), and now he has, you guessed it, TWO SWORDS! for the next two cases he wears both swords at his sides, and also he broke the tip off of karuma attempting to murder someone (he didn’t actually murder anyone but still) and then turns out karuma’s hilt has the REAL serial killer’s will in it. very VERY important sword. in the end, kazuma gives karuma back to ryunosuke which is really symbolic but that’s besides the point, and they cross swords and it’s a whole big thing. 10/10 gay sword guy.

For Raiden:

Man catches knives with his heels and uses a sword to cut through robots 20 times his size

He's such a tragic character! Raised to be a super soldier from birth and is constantly being exploited by the government. As for the lgbt part him and his rival in the latest game he's in have so much tension it's unreal (gay). I headcanon him as trans too because he has a feminine figure, his voice gets more masculine as the series goes on (testosterone) and his entire body gets replaced with cybernetics (trans allegory...)

For Claudine Saijou:

Fights with a longsword! Should be number 1 for this line alone: “For heroes, there are trials. For saints, there are temptations. For me, there is you”, said to def not her girl crush but rival btw (stream Revue of Soul) Vote for my disaster theatre kid its what she deserves!

Her gay levels are off the charts. She has a homoerotic rivalry with another classmate (Maya Tendo/Tendou Maya) that is integral to her character, as she was always first until she met Maya. She’s also half-French, but that’ll be important later. When she’s looking at pictures of Maya stretching (to study her form of course) and another character asks her what she’s looking at, she panics, blushes, and says none of your business. Her and Maya have a heartfelt conversation while stretching with Claudine’s face pressed into Maya’s chest (between her stomach and breasts). Some art from a magazine has Maya pushing Claudine into a deep stretch, but it looks like something a lot different (Claudine blushing doesn’t help. Also I realized that there’s a lot of gay stuff related to stretching with these two).

During a two on two duel (I know it’s not a duel), they fight together. Not only that, but at one point they hold hands and take a pose typical of romantic partners in dancing. For no reason. They just pause and do it to show off. They aren’t even fighting. Anyways, when they lose, Claudine starts crying, not because she lost, but because Maya lost. So, of course, Maya starts speaking to her in French, with one of the things she says being “You’re cute even when you cry, my Claudine.” All of this is stuff that’s happened in the series (except the magazine thing).

Now for the gay stuff in the movie. Their duel with each other is so dense with sapphic undertones they can hardly be called undertones. For starters, the song that accompanies this revue is called “A Beautiful Person, or Perhaps it is.” While this title is incomplete, the director states that he wanted the watcher to fill it in and this removed the end of the original title. That title is “A Beautiful Person, or Perhaps it is a Love Song.” The duel is framed as a fight between a hero (Maya) and a devil (Claudine). Maya is in an outfit reminiscent of Renaissance Italy and Claudine is in a suit. Thus, Maya signs a contract giving her soul over to Claudine, as is the case with marriage. With her own blood, in the shape of Position Zero (an important symbol in the show), which happens to look like a T, for Tendou. After a few minutes of fighting, Maya disappears and monologues, appearing in a white dress. This means that Maya has signed her soul over to Claudine, and they are now both wearing a white dress and suit. Not beating the gay marriage allegations. Maya finished her monologue with “For heroes, there are trials. For saints, there are temptations. For me, there is a devil.” They continue to fight, Maya proclaiming herself emotionless and empty. Maya then cuts the medallion from Claudine’s chest (they wear medallions and you lose the duel if it gets cut off).

Claudine falls. Maya attempts to claim victory by stabbing her sword into Position Zero, which is then covered by steel doors. Claudine sits up and reveals she has another medallion in her mouth, which she does by sticking out her tongue in a uhhhh. Anyways, after a bit of back and forth, Claudine tells Maya that she’s full of arrogance and pride and envy and longing. She then says that “No matter how many times I die, I will revive! Tendou Maya! To beat you, my rival, into submission!” She then makes her stage entrance, taking Maya’s usual entrance speech and mocking it. She also says “I fill myself with exploding passion, now, and bash it into your heart!” After some talking, Maya makes her stage entrance, taking Claudine’s usual entrance speech and mocking it. Up until now, they have been playing characters, but still letting their own emotions shine through. Now, they are entirely themselves.

They begin to fight again, running downs white aisle before clashing swords, with Maya saying “Such an ugly, emotion drenched appearance-“ and is cut off by Claudine, who says “Show me more, Tendou Maya! Right now, you’re the cutest you’ve ever been!” To which Maya responds “I’m always cute!”  The song starts up again (duels are accompanied by songs), with Maya singing “With a grin of deception I’ll tear this piece of cloth.” Deception in Japanese is mayakashi, a reference to Maya’s name. Maya then sings “I want to show you my feelings becoming dyed in black.” Black is Kuro in Japanese. Claudine, in Katakana, is Kurodine, with her nickname being Kuro, so that line could also be interpreted “I want to show you my feelings becoming dyed in you.” Claudine then sings “Only me, always, forever,” before they sing in unison “You only need to look at me,” as they lock blades. Some fighting happens and they’re falling through the sky, holding onto each others clothes and Claudine says “Only I can make you lay everything bare!” To which Maya responds “I’ll expose my everything, on the stage!” Claudine shoots back with “There’s a partner you can expose everything to, on the stage!” At this point, there’s a short time with independent vocals for Maya and Claudine in addition to their talking. Maya has been singing “If I’m on the stage, if I’m in front of you,” for the last two lines of dialogue. Claudine sings “Be it ugly or beautiful,” as Maya sings “I will expose, anything and everything, all of me, all of me.” As this happens, Maya is saying “We love the stage,” which is continued by Claudine saying “And we can’t part from the stage!” Maya calls them both “Pathetic clowns!” To which Claudine corrects “No, rivals!” Maya says “If you’re there, I have to strive higher!” Claudine says “You make me even more beautiful! Maya!” Maya then yells “Claudine!” Claudine yells “For heroes, there are trials!” Maya continues “For saints, there are temptations!” Then, as one, their swords crossed, faces inches from each other, yell “For me, there is you!” Over top of this, their voices sing a line in unison: “Forever and ever, I’d like to cross swords with you.”

Claudine’s sword stabs through the contract, through the Position Zero in blood, which may be Maya’s family name, and Maya says as an aside “Saijou Claudine… You are beautiful.” Claudine cuts the medallion from Maya’s chest, finally beating her rival.

#sword gays showdown #claudine saijou #raiden #revue starlight #metal gear solid #kazuma asogi #the great ace attorney #shojo kageki revue starlight #mgs #ace attorney

[2rats1gogh]

Hi! I wanted to know your opinion of Jacaerys. I always see that Team Black believes that he would have been a good king and it is also mentioned in the text, I, on the other hand, like to analyze what I read and draw my own conclusions. This guy's decisions were largely...bullshit. The first one that comes to my mind is the idea of riding their dragons and not sending ravens because then everyone would know they were "Targaryens" because only Targaryens ride dragons...then he proceeds to propose the idea of dragon seeds with bastards who haven't lived with his privilege claiming and riding dragons...and we already saw how it turned out. He also seems to me to be a very bad negotiator since to get support or maintain it he had to make quite important concessions and promises. The idea of sending away their little half-brothers who are not old enough to defend themselves and who only have little Stormcloud, when Rhaena and Joffrey were perfectly fine in the Vale does not seem logical to me. I always see that he died trying to save his half-brothers but this is not mentioned anywhere, Vermax decided to fly low...yes, but at no time is it mentioned that it was to rescue Viserys, I have read this fragment in the books that talk of the subject, not only fire and blood and it does not appear, I don't know if the source is this video that appeared on YouTube years ago where the Strong Boys had Valyrian traits 😂 there we see the credibility. They also say that he saved Aegon but the truth is that he was saved by his dragon... who did not allow himself to die until he was safe in Dragonstone, this decision did not have any positive impact on his half-brothers, rather it condemned them, Aegon to live with the guilt that did not belong to him and Viserys to be married at the age of 12...after spending years kidnapped.

Then there is the issue of Driftmark, something tells me that the legitimization of Addam and Alyn and consequently setting aside Joffrey as heir to House Velaryon was Corlys' condition to maintain his support, the people of team black usually say that this is so because Joffrey couldn't inherit the throne and also Driftmark (😂 sure, Corlys would be very upset if he was really his grandson) but Jacaerys was also alive when this agreement was reached. In short, I do not see brilliance or political cunning anywhere, besides the fact that with his condition as a bastard he should not have rights to the throne, but in his case no one speaks of usurpation to his half-brothers Aegon and Viserys, to Alicent's children and even Daemon's daughters, who had more inheritance rights than him and his two brothers, in the end his claim was based on a very very bad lie.

The dance is very poorly written, the truth is that this fact should have had more impact, I understand that they were going to die and George did not worry, but that Rhaenyra continued to be heir and retain so many supports being a woman with three very obvious bastards in a feudal society....It doesn't seem credible to me at all.

They give the example of English Anarchy but the truth is that it has nothing to do with it. Matilda had no siblings and it was a cousin, son of her father's sister, who claimed the throne. She also had no bastards, she had no children from her first marriage, in fact in the end it was her legitimate son, who she had with her second husband, who ended up on the throne and she fought more for his claim than for hers. It is not as similar as Team black points out, there are quite a few differences, Matilda and Rhaenyra are not the same.

Have a good Saturday! 🫶🏻

Hii sorry for the late response, hope you had a great Saturday yourself!

As much as I am a team green supporter, I never really hated Jace that much. My only real issue with him was him bringing the knife when Baela end Rhaena said that they’re going after Aemond. That’s it. He was never as awful as Luke, but he wasn’t that likable either tbh.

Imo we simply never got to know Jace well enough to say whether or not he would’ve been a good king. There is pretty much no evidence to suggest that he would. He might’ve been a good brother and a good son but that wouldn’t automatically make him a good ruler.

I think people are just mainly saying this because he is Rhaenyra’s firstborn and they are gaslighting themselves into thinking that Jace would’ve been a great king and so it’s a win for Rhaenyra when in reality we can’t say for sure. As you said, he did make some questionable decisions throughout the story. He was still pretty young, so he could’ve either matured into a wise and just king, or power and ambition could’ve corrupted him.

I think Rhaenyra’s bastards, and Jace mainly, are interesting only because they died in horrible ways. As soon as they were born (outside of marriage), they were doomed. And that’s their whole personality unfortunately. They have nothing interesting to offer other than being Rhaenyra’s doomed bastards. And Jace is just that.

And if we’re being honest, I don’t think the realm would’ve accepted him as a king. The rumors were there and people were talking. Sooo….. idk.

And you are absolutely right about Matilda!!! Her situation is entirely different from Rhaenyra’s in pretty much every way:

a) a cousin via aunt is not the same thing as half-brother via same father-king

b) Matilda didn’t have any other siblings whatsoever and was named heir because she had none, Rhaenyra did have three male siblings

c) Matilda didn’t have any illegitimate children

d) Matilda didn’t marry her uncle

e) Matilda didn’t try stealing her husband’s nieces’ inheritance

I can definitely see the inspo but it’s just not the same thing on so many levels

#house of the dragon #hotd #pro team green #anti team black #team green #anti team black stans #asoiaf #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenyra #jacaerys velaryon #fire and blood

[daisymylove]

Sword catcher spoilers, speculations and theories about "Ragpicker King" and some ramblings ahead, proceed at your own discretion.

So I'm 90% sure Vienne is alive and we will find it out when lin comes to the palace to treat her

She has an official art and there was a whole snippet about her, I don't see the point of making all that fuss about a character that was going to have three interactions with Kel (speaking of which, I kind of shipped them even tho I know ana will be his end game 👉🏻👈🏻 am I the only one?), kill some random guys and bite the dust. On top of that her arc was about to get so interesting. She is a trained assassin, oath bound to protect this little girl, whom she loves deeply, until she dies, but then her charge was murdered, and her life's mission came crashing down on her. The angst, the potential.Her dying would be a huge waste.

I don't question Jolivet's loyalty, at least not now, but Markus is not a mentally stable person (btw whats up with him? does anyone have a theory?).I think he lied she was dead bc markus may have killed her otherwise and, as dangerous as she is, Vienne may be more useful to them alive than dead with the possibility of a war looming over.I also don't discard the possibility that he may have personal ties to vienne and/or her family. The whole covering her with his cape could have been a show of respect for the black guard if she's really dead, like kel thought, but compounding with the fact that, even tho she charged on conor, jolivet did nothing to either stop or harm her, it struck me as oddly affectionate. Anyone can correct me if im wrong, but I dont remember kel mentioning anything about an accent, which makes me assume she speaks their language on a native level, so there's that

One thing I didn't like was that this trained bad ass assassin was completely unarmed during such an important event.Kel is always armed, even when impersonating conor he had a dagger on his person. Granted, it's easier to conceal weapons on male attire, but it would've been more realistic if she'd had at least one dagger, had been forced to use it and thus was left unarmed. Its not enough to tackle all those guys, as kel himself thought, but she wouldn't have been helpless.

I'm also 90% sure Lin and conor are going to have sex on a beach, I'm willing to bet money on it.I've read way too many books by Cc to not recognize her foreshadowing. Besides, she's fond of writing sex scenes on peculiar locations.

The "yes I'm the goddess come back" may have been scheming on Lin's part (loved that btw) but I'm sure she actually is the goddess come back. She will also be queen, as the prophecy foretells. Charlon saying to luisa "dance for your future court", but Lin ending up being the one to actually dance also reeks of foreshadow.

Now to the ragpicker king, we know almost nothing about andreyen and I have a lot of speculations. First I thought he was the Makabi, what about the ragpicker being a figure that has always existed in Castellane, his symbol being a bird and his having a bowl that allegedly belongs to makabi's lineage. But when he said ragpicker king is a title, which he inherited from another, I put it in the back burner (it hasn't been discarded tho, im not discarding anything for now and he would hardly tell kel "yo I'm this immortal entity and have been forging my death over and over for centuries" if that were the case) in favour of thinking he's the Maharam's exiled son. He's the right age and it makes sense for a boy that has been shunned by everyone and left to fend for himself to turn to crime.

What has been nagging at me, on the other hand, is that he matches Lin's vision of Suleman from her dreams. Pale, tall, handsome, long black hair and when his eyes were going to be described the dream was conveniently interrupted. I'm not saying he is suleman for sure, idk how that would work in practical terms -- is he an immortal and suleman never actually died at the sundering? unlikely, considering Lins dream and how vivid it was. Is he a reincarnation? Under that line of thinking he could be both the exiled boy AND suleman on a single person -- and he could have no relation to him whatsoever, the physical resemblance being just a coincidence (but really?) and I'm just crazy.His interest in the stone and magic in general checks out for both suleman and exiled son, so it isn't really an indicator.

I rather liked andreyen, merren and Ji an, tho, I really don't want him to be the bad guy, but as previously said I'm not discarding anything.It seems pretty obvious to me that he wants to use lin and her abilities in some way, much like he has a use for kel, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has nefarious goals or anything

I think Anjelica, Aimada, the malgasi princess whose name I don't remember now and the prince with the huge bank account will make appearances, they have been mentioned way too much to not feature at all

and what was that dream kel had with fire and phoenixes? There's something there, I can feel it

anyway, that's what I have so far

as a side note, I'm a bit drunk and haven't proofread this properly (i never do when writing on this blog tho, sorry lol), hope its coherent enough

#sword catcher spoilers #sword catcher #kel saren #lin carter #the ragpicker king #conor aurelian #kang ji an #merren asper #vienne d'este

[deadpool15]

Ch.2 To be loved

Seeing him was the highlight of my day. I remembered when I was nothing but an orphan, though I can't remember my biological parents. I sometimes like to think they died. It was the best way for me when I was just a kid. To accept the fact that even the ones who gave you life viewed as nothing but a mistake was difficult. My mother viewed her destiny as saving her country, getting rid of the drugs that were taking lives. In my opinion, people died all the time. Life was hard. We have no idea what someone is going through until they are pushed to the end. She would never understand that struggle. That pain. When I heard it was si-o behind all this, I had to know why. People have reasons, I had to be the one to see the good in him. Even if no one else could. I was falling in love, love makes you do dumb things.

Whether I was dumb or hopeless, I wanted to know him. Not the version he showed to the public, the fake smiles meant nothing to me. I wanted to see him truly smile, to be happy. I happened to be at one of my mothers many chain restaurants. And to my luck sitting there was the man I had hoped for, now I hadn't prepared myself to speak to him and I realized that when he had made eye contact with me. Stern, serious glare like he knew I was watching him. Talking to people wasn't necessarily the issue. I talked my way out of parking tickets, jail, and even school punishments as a child. I was a smooth talker, one thing I developed from my mom. Though he made me nervous, my hands were sweating, and I had the urge to convert into oxygen. I wanted to cry because as much as I hated to admit it, his opinion of me meant a lot. One accidental interaction, and I was hooked. He knew me as Tseg tseg rich spoiled friend. I wanted him to see me. It already pissed me off that he had eyes for my sister. She took everything from me without even fucking trying. I had to man up and fight for what I wanted.

"Hello sir, you probably don't know me, but my name is Danny. We kinda met before when I bumped into you at your company." He smiled though I could tell it was fake, after years of faking happiness myself. I knew a fake smile from a mile away. "Right, your Tseg's little friend, correct?" Irritation couldn't even be used as the word for what I felt in that moment, I wanted him to see me. "Technically, that's how we met, though I just wanted to say something t-to you. Please." I stood up drawing attention to myself truly not what I needed right now, but I had to tell him before anything else happened. My anxiety was through the roof, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then and there standing under his intimidating stare. I had to do this, though. He was the first person I felt genuine feelings for, and I didn't even know him personally. The effect he had on me was outrageous.

"I wanted to go out with you. I want to get to know you, and I know I'm not korean, and your parents may have an issue with that, but I mean Nationality vise I am. Everyone thinks I'm just this spoiled rich assshole, but i im not, and i want to show you that there is more to me than my money or parents' money. I have korean parents, so that counts, I'm well accounted for, and I have seen you before, and you're all I think about no matter what. I try to get my mind off of you, and my brain proceeds to show different connections to you. And if you p-plan to reject me, just sit here and silence, and I won't ever bother you again. Well, I hope so, I can try." He was astonished but my speech. Everyone had turned their attention towards us and started clapping. I hadn't even noticed at first. I couldn't handle rejection, especially not by him. I wanted to be with him, breathe in his scent, and help him with anything. Live a life with him. Silence was what I got, and I took the message. I had embarrassed him and myself.

Suddenly, walking out, trying to hold back tears, I was 5 years old me again. I'm sitting at my dance recital waiting for my mommy. She promised she would come today since I told her how much this meant to me. Sitting there for the next 4 hours in nothing but silence was the worst feeling a child could feel. The competition was over, I didn't even dance, missing a chance to get picked for a major academy. I saw dad pull up. Why did she hate me so much. "Honey, you didn't tell me you had a competition today, and I found the scouts there as well. I would've shown up, baby." I stared at him. I was a daddy's girl simply because my mother broke my heart before I could ever feel love from her. "I didn't tell you because I told Mommy. I wanted her to come watch me this time. To surprise her with my skills." Just glancing at him, I knew that look, the look of a father who was afraid to break their already broken child. I snapped out of it when I felt someone shaking my shoulders. Looking up, it was him. "I've been calling you for 20 minutes. You almost got hit by that truck. Are you even paying attention?" I stared at him, I didn't know what to say, would he care enough to hear. "You ran out before I could say anything. Scared? You're very pretty. And bold. I've never had someone confess their love for me in a public area at that. I admire that, while I don't really know you, I would like to get to know you. Experience something."

I was so happy at that moment that I completely ignored the world around me. I jumped onto him. He was startled at first but caught me with ease. I leaned back and cupped his face, pecking his cheek, and for that first time, I saw a genuine smile. A real surprise for me, I enjoyed it. "You look beautiful when you smile, like a hidden jem only made for the luckiest humans to gaze at." He stared at me, blushing. From that moment, we slowly got to know each other, getting closer day and night. Developing an unbreakable bond. I didn't care he was a so-called criminal. When I was with him, none of that mattered. I never asked about his business, letting him know if he wanted to tell me he could. I kept this from my family, I knew they would never approve of what we had, especially my mother. She didn't give a shit about me, but in a situation like this, she saw him as an enemy.

We sat at a Korean BBQ shop. It was simply nice to spend time at a place with no worries. "I could've taken you someone nicer, you know." I placed some meat on the grill what grabbing a piece and putting it in front of his mouth. He smiled and opened his mouth to eat it. "Is it good? And you know I don't care about expensive restaurants. I've been to enough in my lifetime. I just want to be with you. To be honest, you could've gotten fried chicken and took to me the beach to eat. It's the thought that counts, babe." He smiled at me, I smiled back until I realized the petname I gave him immediately going to apologize. "It's fine, I actually like it. Babe." Blushing, I gave him more meat. We talked about our days, he was stressed and I wanted to help. Thought he said I shouldn't stress myself. We finished eating and literally had a full-on battle over who would pay the bill. I won, "Maybe I'll let you pay next time." He laughed, grabbing my hand and walking out of the shop. While pda was no foreign concept to me, it still made me feel like it was the first interaction between us each time it happened. "Come home with me, please." I stared at him in shock. He had never asked me this. I had no experience in relationships, but usually, that leads to other things. I didn't know what was gonna happen, but I trusted him.

We showed up to his home. He told me to wash up for the night. I happily got in the shower to think I was happy. A foreign feeling. My shower lasted well over 30 minutes, I looked down and saw a towel and a button-up shirt. Luckily, I always kept a spare thong with me. Putting on the clothes, I walked out of the bathroom to find him already washed up and laying in bed. A blue robe and pajama pants on while he was on the phone. I walked out of the room to got place my clothes in the hamper, then grabbed a glass of water. I was drinking it while examining the home I had never been inside. Eventually, I walked back towards the room where he was done with his phone call. And looked up with a dropped jaw. I smiled at his antics. "You're still so pretty. With and without the makeup. Come here." Walking slowly towards his bed, he gestured for me to move closer. I crawled to him, and apparently, it wasn't close enough because he picked me up and placed me on his lap while holding my hips. I felt nervous. He noticed squeezing my hips with his larm hands.

I grabbed one of his hands, placing them in mine. Comparing the size and then kissing his palms, I looked up at him to see a bright smile. "I'm not tired yet." I told him it usually took me a while to go to sleep. I was just always up. He nodded and pulled me closer in a hug. Affection from si-o was always the best. I could tell he wasn't the most affectionate person, so I didn't push him. Though I craved his touch, I craved everything about him. Looking out the window, I saw the stars. "This reminds me of when my mom took me and my siblings camping once. It was weird, though it was fun." I continued to look at the stars until he spoke up. "You don't talk about your mother much. Actually, you don't talk about her at all. For a second, I thought she had passed." I was shocked by the thought of my mothers absence. Sure, I never spoke about her because there weren't any good memories, to be honest. "It's fine if you don't want to speak about it." I looked at his face full of concern he was so patient with me, but I wanted him to know and trust me like I did him. "It's ok, it's just.....there isn't much to talk about, you know. She was there but not there. She was always focused on my older sister. She was the amazing daughter who could do no wrong. And I was simply the girl that lived in her house, or that's what it felt like. Sometimes, it felt like I didn't have a mom to begin with. To think I used to pray to have a mother that would be there for me. Then my sister went missing, and as much as I hate to say it, I was happy, for once I though she would pay attention to me, realizing she had two daughters but it only got worse. I was just there, and I hated myself for the fact that I was happy my sister was gone. I've always been jealous of her she is better in every way. That's so evil of me, but I was so fucking lonely. She is such a good person, and makes friends so easily and everyone likes her but me they look down on me. I'm nothing more then a spoiled bitch using her parents credit card to fill the void."

Before I noticed, I was full on sobbing in front of him. I broke down, secrets I've never told anyone in my life. I was afraid of what the world would think of me. He grabbed my shaking hands, kissing them slowly, whining, moving up to wipe my tears. "Your feelings are normal baby, you went your entire life playing second place because your mother is a terrible mother, no offense. A bit of a bitch you know. No secret there since she is Hwang Geum Joo." Hearing that part made me laugh. Until I sat there shocked he knew of my parent. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." It was all I could say at the moment. He looked at me and pressed against my cheeks, letting me know it was ok. And he underdtood the urge to protect her even if she wanst good to me. Or cared for me, it seems."You are so amazing and kind and beautiful. She isn't better than you at all. I wish you could see the way I see you. You have lightened up my world as a whole. I was nothing but a cold, damaged asshole when I met you, then I realized no matter how my life pushes and kicks your ass its your choice to get back up. To keep going, you taught me that baby. All the drug business and shady stuff I do, you don't judge me at all. Sitting by my side supporting me no matter what I choose to do. When I was an orphan and Pavel took me in, trained me to become the person I am today, hit after hit. Missed meal after another, I prayed for a better life. You have provided that life." Hearing those words, my heart was swelled. I felt nothing but love for the first time someone chose me, loves me. I wasn't an option. I was a need. "I'm so glad you chose me or tseg." Hearing that, he laughing pulling me closer if that was possible. "I never liked tseg baby, she is a worker at my company that'd all. If anything, I had my eyes on you since you walked into the building." Similing in pure joy, I leaped forward, causing a groan to come of his mouth. Scared I hurt him, I tried to get up until he forced my hips back down. It was then I realized I hadn't hurt him. In fact, the moment u felt something hard poking me thigh, I blushed.

"How in the world did you get hard, sir?" He simply smiled at my words, moving me forward to the point where I was sitting directly on top of his hard on. My core pushed further into it slowly until he began grinding me against him. I couldn't help but moan. It all felt too good. "Have you seen my beautiful girlfriend sitting right on top of me in nothing but my shirt? If anything, it was difficult not to." Moans slipped from my mouth before I could let out a sarcastic response. Finally, I said the words I had been so afraid to ever tell anyone. "I love y-you." Hearing this, he sped up my hips against his, leaning in to capture my lips into a kiss. "I love you more, baby." We continued until we were left naked and bare before each other, and all the insecurities, abandonment issues, and pain left my mind. Leaving nothing but si-o. The night was a night to remember.

Stay tuned for chapter 3.

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[welcometololaland]

WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 5: NOT NOW BUT SOON AKA. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AU (going to have to re-do this banner because i changed the fic name oops) The last day of WIP working week - thanks for supporting my little snippets! It's been a fun challenge! I'm doubling this up as my WIP Wednesday, so thank you to @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius and @three-drink-amy for the tags!

TK stakes out in front of Carlos’ dorm building for almost two days straight, to no avail. At one point he does a stint of five, incredibly boring hours until his phone dies. People keep giving him weird looks, but he remains unperturbed until his stomach is rumbling so loudly it can’t be ignored and he has nothing better to do than watch two pigeons scuttle about on the concrete in what he assumes is a weird mating dance. 

Vaguely, he wonders whether he’s doing a similar thing. Nothing he’s doing right now makes much sense, and yet he’s desperate to make it up to Carlos in a way he can’t quite rationalise. As he watches one pigeon persistently try to escape the attentions of the other, he can’t help but draw some parallels.

On Friday, TK is surprised to see Carlos in his Roman Political Thought seminar. Not in the least because he’s half convinced that Carlos hasn’t been outside of his room or eaten for two days.

“Where have you been?” TK asks, leaning over the two-person table Carlos has opted for. The blond guy in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt sitting next to him gives TK a weird look, which TK pointedly ignores. 

“Why is that any of your business?” Carlos counters coolly. 

“I’ve been trying to find you,” TK hisses, wishing he could stop time as the professor clears his throat pointedly.

Carlos arches an eyebrow in TK's direction. “You seemed too busy to talk last time,” he points out. “Didn’t feel like a priority.”

“It’s not like—”

“Please take your seats,” the professor interjects in a stern voice, and when TK turns around he’s met with a very stony expression. He tries to look appropriately apologetic as he shuffles off towards a nearby desk. The existing occupant – a girl with a dark braid – sighs pointedly as he sits down.

“Good morning to you too,” he mutters under his breath. She scowls at him and flips her braid over her shoulder.

The seminar proceeds as usual, albeit seeming to pass with agonising slowness, and one hour into the session the professor lets them take a five minute break. TK looks up to see if Carlos is interested in continuing their terse conversation, but he walks quickly from the room before TK can really get a handle on the situation. He half-rises out of his seat to follow, before the girl next to him groans.

“Dude,” she interjects, drawing his attention. “Take a hint. He’s not interested.”

TK grits his teeth and looks at her sharply. “He’s my friend,” he argues. “I just did something to piss him off.”

“Then let him cool down,” she says insistently. “It’s never a good idea to try and corner someone when they’re in that kind of mood. You’ll only make them more likely to lash out.”

There’s something in her voice – a blunt kind of honesty – that gives TK pause for thought. He sits back down in the chair and turns to her, watching as her fingers fly over the keyboard of her laptop. 

“I’m TK,” he blurts out, unsure why he feels indebted to this stranger. He watches as her fingers pause for a moment, then fall onto the edge of the computer as she sighs.

“Nancy,” she replies wryly, giving him a once over. “I recognise you from my biology classes. Don’t ask me to be your partner in any group assignments, just because you know my name.”

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[sarnai4]

Movie Marathon

Here are some modern headcanons I have for Dagur when he's watching movies/his reactions afterwards.

Action films: He's memorizing all the best stunts so that he can try them immediately once the movie has ended. If one of these includes a fight scene, he's also planning which one of his friends he's going to have join him in this (probably Snotlout because Hiccup would die).

Comedies: He does better with dark comedies because he always laughs at the wrong spots for the regular ones. They have a sad moment and he's still thinking it's a joke, then wonders why everyone is giving him weird looks. At least with the dark comedies, he's supposed to laugh at someone dying.

Romance: Constantly says something inappropriate so that Astrid and Hiccup are embarrassed. The scene wasn't even intimate, but all his comments and winking would make you think otherwise. The only time he blushes too is when he and Mala are brought up, then he gets a bit bashful, but he also keeps kissing her during the smooching scenes.

Adventure: Will not stop asking Hiccup to go on the same adventure with him as the characters had. The puppy dog eyes don't go away until Hiccup finally agrees, then he gets a giant hug.

Film noir/mystery: Trusts no one, especially the main character. He's convinced the killer is secretly the hero and that the MC is just giving their side of the story to deliberately throw everyone off their trail. He's extra paranoid towards everybody for a minimum of 3 days. Mala's trying to let him know that their friends are not out to get him.

Drama: Finally knows when the sad moments aren't supposed to be laughed at. So, he tears up instead while hugging a pillow. Snotlout sees this as a cue that he can be watery-eyed too without being poked fun at. Now, they're both crying on the sofa because the main character just expressed how much love is had for someone else right before that second person dies.

Western and pirate: Combine action with adventure. This is why Hiccup's on a horse with a cowboy hat and why Snotlout is trying to not be forced to walk the plank.

Suspense/thriller: You thought he was paranoid before with the mystery films? He's not so much suspicious of the others as he is jumpy. This was probably the quietest he's ever been when watching something because he's waiting for that moment when everything goes wrong. The twins definitely take advantage of the jumpiness later, but they might get tackled in retaliation.

True stories: Sits by Fishlegs so that he can fact check that what the movie is saying really is true. They're whispering just about the entire time because Fishy is having as much fun talking about what he knows as Dagur is having learning about it. When the movie ends, they will proceed to geek out about the new information like it's a Gronckle until someone stops them.

Fantasy: Lots of "oohs" if there are impressive visuals. This genre gets his mind going with all the potential creativity, so he becomes disappointed if what actually happens in the story isn't as inventive as what he thought of. He also always thinks the heroes should be more ruthless than they are.

Musicals: Is making a mental note of the best songs so that he can ask Heather to sing them. He'll sing his request until she gives in. Some form of dance/movement is happening during the numbers too. If he's trying to not disturb the others, he's probably bouncing in the seat.

Science fiction: Is torn between being a skeptic and suspending his disbelief. He both scoffs at the overly unrealistic parts, then is impressed by how the characters managed to pull something off without dying. This time, Hiccup is his fact checker if the movie involves some type of engineering.

Horror: He's taking notes. Who let him watch one of these? There will be no stopping him now. He's determined to be even better than the scares he saw in the movie (according to him, they weren't scary and he thought each kill was funny). At least the next week is spent with everyone around him on edge because they don't know when there's going to be a pretend masked slasher coming for them. It's not even Halloween, but it is for them. Mala's not safe either. After Dagur puts a probably harmless snake in their bed, she makes him sleep on the sofa until he's out of his horror phase.

Every movie: Has a big container of some snack. Don't reach in without asking because he will bite off your hand not be happy. He's never on the edge seat because he wants to be able to hug people on both sides. He tries to not talk for the entire thing, but he will absolutely give the characters advice with Snotlout. Expect an in-depth discussion afterwards.

(Update) Decided to write this for whatever reason, so the first part is now on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net under "Movie Marathon" too.

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[thesunfyre4446]

I wanted to know your opinion of Jacaerys. I always see that Team Black believes that he would have been a good king and it is also mentioned in the text, I, on the other hand, like to analyze what I read and draw my own conclusions. This guy's decisions were largely...bullshit. The first one that comes to my mind is the idea of riding their dragons and not sending ravens because then everyone would know they were "Targaryens" because only Targaryens ride dragons (he sounds like a self-conscious person if you ask me)...then he proceeds to propose the idea of dragon seeds with bastards XD who haven't lived with his privilege claiming and riding dragons...and we already saw how it turned out.

He also seems to me to be a very bad negotiator since to get support or maintain it he had to make quite important concessions and promises. The idea of sending away their little half-brothers who are not old enough to defend themselves and who only have little Stormcloud, when Rhaena and Joffrey were perfectly fine in the Vale does not seem logical to me.

I always see that he died trying to save his half-brothers but this is not mentioned anywhere, Vermax decided to fly low...yes, but at no time is it mentioned that it was to rescue Viserys, I have read this fragment in the books that talk of the subject, not only fire and blood and it does not appear, I don't know if the source is this video that appeared on YouTube years ago where the Strong Boys had Valyrian traits 😂 there we see the credibility. They also say that he saved Aegon but the truth is that he was saved by his dragon... who did not allow himself to die until he was safe in Dragonstone, this decision did not have any positive impact on his half-brothers, rather it condemned them, Aegon to live with the guilt that did not belong to him and Viserys to be married at the age of 12...after spending years kidnapped.

Then there is the issue of Driftmark, something tells me that the legitimization of Addam and Alyn and consequently setting aside Joffrey as heir to House Velaryon was Corlys' condition to maintain his support, the people of team black usually say that this is so because Joffrey couldn't inherit the throne and also Driftmark (😂 sure, Corlys would be very upset if he was really his grandson) but Jacaerys was also alive when this agreement was reached.

In short, I do not see brilliance or political cunning anywhere, besides the fact that with his situation as a bastard he should not have rights to the throne, but in his case no one speaks of usurpation to his half- brothers Aegon and Viserys, to Alicent's children, and to Daemon's daughters,in the end their claim was based on a very very bad lie. The dance is very poorly written, the truth is that this fact should have had more impact, I understand that they were going to die and George did not worry, but that Rhaenyra continued to be heir and retain so many supports being a woman with three very obvious bastards in a feudal society....It doesn't seem credible to me at all. They give the example of English Anarchy but the truth is that it has nothing to do with it. Matilda had no siblings and it was a cousin, son of her father's sister, who claimed the throne. She also had no bastards, she had no children from her first marriage, in fact in the end it was her legitimate son, who she had with her second husband, who ended up on the throne and she fought more for his claim than for hers. It is not as similar as Team black points out, there are quite a few differences, Matilda and Rhaenyra are not the same, Rhaenyra was very selfish, and looked out primarily for her own good. Team Black sells you that she is the best mother in the world, but the truth is that she held a party for the appointment of Joffrey as her heir when she had already lost a lot of children and she used her last words to curse, without worrying about what they could do with her son, any mother would have asked for clamency...she was too proud for that. Helaena, on the other hand, is constantly criticized by them, but this woman offered her life in exchange for that of her children and they criticize her for becoming depressed after what happened to her.

hi there <3 thank you for the ask!

well, first of all it's important to mention that jace is like 15-17 during the time of the dance. he's a teenager. so we shouldn't be so hard on him for making bad decisions. i think the kid's got his heart in the right place lol

he wants to prove himself. especially because he knows he's illegitimate. he wants to make up for that in skill. but what i find interesting about his character is that every time someone brings out the "bastard" allegations his immediate response is violence. we see that in driftmark when he pulls a knife on aemond, and after the "strong" speech he lunges at aemond - not a great sign for the future king if you ask me. because the bastard allegations will always be there. so while i do think all things consider he's a good kid - it's obvs that he can't handle people calling a bastard. he explodes.

wrt to his death, i think he died from an arrow? his suggestion to send the boys away was actually smart (especially after b&c) but unfortunately they were attacked. did he try to reach his brothers? i honestly don't remember, but that's in-character for him. since, again, he's a good guy. (prob why i can't get into his character. sorry jace you're too normal)

corlys and rhaenyra's alliance was ruined after rhaenys's death.

and yeah the dance doesn't make sense lol and wrt to rhaenyra's motherhood, well, i think she loves her kids and tries her best. i think that she prob thought that aegon was going to kill aegon the younger no matter what. especially considering how daemon killed jaehaerys and she killed maelor. and rhaenyra's rhaenyra. she wasn't going to beg no matter what haha she's a good mother IMO.

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[lumi077]

Chapter 3: We’ve seen enough, but have we really?

Warnings: realistic healing, panic attack, just some heavy themes tbh.

You have travelled for many days and nights, but you have finally arrived at Sumeru. Your heart is still heavy with the ice of grief, but perhaps the sizzling winds will help it thaw...and the sizzling chemistry between your coworkers. You were feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time...until you see an unwelcomed party.

A/N: It has been long awaited, I'm sure. Hopefully you all enjoy!!

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The first thing that shocked you upon leaving the boat was the almost overbearing heat. You were used to harsh coldness and biting winds, not humid heat and sizzling airs. Sumeru was very different from Snezhnaya, that was for sure. The doctor chuckled into your ear, he had been watching your survey of the port with keen but interested eyes. 

Trees were what caught your attention first, there weren’t many trees in your homeland because the cold was rather good at killing any fertile farming land. And the rain turned to snow before it even hit the ground, and snow rarely melted fast enough to keep a tree watered. The trees here were lush and filled with different shades of greens and browns. Birds cooed, chirped, and flew in a dance of beauty and grace in the air. It was mesmerizing.

“How do you like it, my dearest collector?” His haughty and deep voice cooed next to you, his eyes, if you were able to see them, were looking at you with a softness unheard of by the mad doctor.  

“It’s beautiful…and so alive.” You sighed dreamily. True there was fauna and wildlife in Snezhnaya but it was nothing like this. It wasn’t warm with the sun beating down, just cold and dark. “Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.”

“It is.” Dottore agreed, a slight nod of his head “But all this pales in comparison to you.” He smiled slyly as the color red dusted your cheeks and your eyes widened in surprise.

“I-” You paused, unsure of how to proceed. Dottore, archons, all your coworkers said things like that to you. Pantalone would call you his treasure anytime you saw him, Tartaglia was basically your puppy, Columbina called you her fair dove, Arlecchino was nice to you, the captain called you his darling, Sandrone called you her muse and said you were a masterpiece anytime she saw you. All of it was very weird, now that you think about it. Even Pierro treated you differently, calling you his love and babying you.

Then there was Scaramouche. He was difficult, one minute calling you his lovely doll and saying that Celestia itself was jealous of your beauty. Then going and insulting you to your face and even to other people as well. It was a rollercoaster of emotions with him, but you did miss it. You missed him.

Footsteps echoed on hollow wood, and a scowling face made it’s way into view. “There you are.” Scara’s voice rang out, eyes narrowing in anger. You still looked a bit dead on your feet, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was when you first started your journey. You can’t recall how long the journey was exactly… you slept for most of it. And when you weren’t sleeping, you were eating. That has made you a bit bloated, which Dottore said would go down the more your body got used to regular meals again.

“You look like trash.” Scara stated simply, hands on his hips as if he was a scolding mother. “But better than what I heard you looked like.” He added, still looking rather angry at you. “How on Teyvat could you let yourself get that bad? Are you so weak that just a little more paperwork was enough to throw you for a loop? Absolutely pathetic, you are completely worthless.”

You sighed, this is what you didn’t miss “Scaramouche. Not now.” It wasn’t just a bit of paperwork. It was everything Rosaylne was doing before she died, before her murder and even before her departure to Inazuma.

He hissed and took your hand with uncharacteristic softness, eyeing you with mean but worried eyes “Were you worried about me, Scara?” You asked softly, but you suppose it came off as teasing because the instant you stopped speaking he let go of your hand with pink cheeks and turned away. 

“Me? Worried for you?” He scoffed out the words like you had insulted him, which to him you probably did. “Never, I would never worry for someone as lowly as you.” His words held venom, yes, but lacked sincerity as they always do. You wish you could see the soft side of him, you can probably guarantee that it’s better than whatever side of him this is.

“No, of course not.” You agreed after a moment of thought, tilting your head. You decided to change the subject lest he get too annoyed and give you a headache like normal. “How are you liking sumeru, Balladeer?”

He didn’t miss how you used his code name instead of the nickname you always call him, and for some reason that just made him even angrier “it’s Scara to you, you lowly idiot.” he hissed, turning back to you with narrowed eyes. “And i’m liking it just fine. Here, let me show you around.”

You turned your head to look at Dottore, who simply smiled and waved you away with one hand. “Go on now, my dearest. You’ve earned a bit of fun before the work begins.” For some reason that just sent butterflies throughout your entire stomach. But you killed those fluttery bastards and turned away. Never again will someone hold your heart, you will never let anyone hurt you ever again. 

“Ok ok, show me.” you relented and let him drag you all around Sumeru to show you his favorite spots, his least favorite spots, and someone named Haypasia. You’re still a bit confused about her, in all honesty. She seems weird, and she makes you feel a dark ugly thing within your heart despite her showing you the utmost kindness. 

Sooner than you would have liked, sun was setting, bathing the city in a lovely orange hue as you and Scara walked down one of the many paths side by side. He was talking about something to you, but you stopped paying attention when a rather familiar looking blonde entered your vision two minutes ago. The traveler and their companion Paimon. Her murderer was walking the streets casually, as if the murder of your dearest friend wasn’t hanging off their shoulder like a noose. The familiar and never ending burning of the blood being pumped through your veins sprang to life with an intensity unknown to you.

Scaramouche seemed to notice, his mouth open to presumably tell you off in his aggressive manner before he stopped, eyes finding the same target as you had, and suddenly a vice grip locked around your wrist. He uttered your name, looking more serious than you have seen him be today “We should get back to the boat.” He didn’t state it like a suggestion, and the undertones of his voice made it seem like he was ordering you. “We’ve seen enough today.” He was being truthful, you definitely did see enough today. He had forced you to eat at three different food stalls, and bought you flowers at another 3 street vendors. All of which he was carrying for you in a bag with his other hand. 

The want to enact vengeance before the lowly scum even knew what was happening and who you were was strong, oh so strong as the burning only grew steadily in its intensity the more your eyes remained on them. They were laughing and happy, while you had been miserable for weeks. WEEKS. 

For some reason tears pricked at your eyes, memories of centuries with Rosalyne flashed by in only seconds, and your bottom lip trembled at the effort to keep in the building sobs. You don’t know why you were acting like this, you promised yourself and her that you wouldn’t do this exact thing. But it was so hard, and seeing the catalyst for all this grief finally broke you.

“Yeah…” You agreed in a broken whisper, shaky eyes trying to look away but stuck. “We have.”

He didn’t need to say anything else, or perhaps he couldn’t think of anything that would make you feel better. He knows that there isn’t enough words in the world, or enough gifts to stop grief weighing down your every step.

All of the warmth you accumulated throughout the day seemed to seep out of you and into the ground, and you felt cold. Cold and empty, like a corpse walking the earth again. You felt worse, if it were even possible. All you could see was Rosalyne, your dearest Rosalyne. And her smile that she saved for you, the feeling of her hands in your hair as she fixed it for you, the sound of her- wait.

Your breath, that once was calm, started coming out in short puffs and breathed in through gasps. Her voice! What did her voice sound like? You were too busy to remember it, how could you forget her voice! The songs she hummed, or the words of encouragement. You knew them all by heart but instead of hearing her voice you heard your own. 

Scara looked panicked, purple hues widened as he took in your panicked form. He tried to pick you up, but you locked up and started breathing worse. 

Looking around he decided to get Dottore, running off as quickly as he could. Leaving you alone in the shaded ground behind a tree.

You don’t remember the tears, sobs, or wails. All you remembered was that you forgot her voice, her sweet sweet voice. 

Cold gloved hands came into contact with your shoulder, and you flinched so violently people would think you were expecting a punch to follow the touch. But the hands didn’t stray, not once as they gently rubbed your shoulders. You think you could faintly hear the sound of a voice, muffled and quiet against the walls of your despair. It sounded almost soothing, but you could barely hear it at all. 

You think you heard your name, far away in the distance and not from the voice that seemed to be talking your ear off religiously. Your unfocused eyes shook as you tried to focus on them towards the horizon, the orange turning to a dark black the closer night was upon the land. 

Squinting you realized that it was Dottore who seemed to be comforting you, kneeling down in front of your hunched form and seemingly comforting you. You sniffled loudly, hands blindly going to tug at his shirt. You don't know why you were tugging so insistently, but the Doctor shook his head and picked up up. You felt a small pressure against your head at the same you felt a pinch in your arm. Your watery eyes looked up again, darkness enshrouding your vision. The last thing you did before you blacked out was glare and hopefully curse his family lineage.

Then all that was left is blackness, and her.

#lumiwritings #the doctor x reader #dottore x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #the ballader x reader #finally uploaded #yall pass out a lot

[dig-jules]

just watched requiem for methuselah. are you kidding me.

Spock is playing the music that Jim and rayna dance to and these camera shots right here

and the way Jim dismisses him and his discoveries because Jim is too busy falling for rayna not realizing that those discoveries are what will reveal the very reason that they cannot be together, that being her true nature and the circumstances leading to her “birth”

And he just walks away and the shot pans to Spock sitting there.

ok to be so fair the whole next scene is actually so sweet btw bc jim really does love her

BUT ofc Spock returns to save him from the consequences of his love for rayna (consequences this time being the attack of the robot) in some serious foreshadowing, and an air of tense formality returns with Spock, at least in Jim’s eyes- because Spock represents duty to him- but in truth Spock is acting out of concern and friendship because why would he have followed him in the first place?

ok and then Spock actually sounds frustrated and repeatedly insists Jim pay less attention to Rayna to focus on the matter at hand because oh yeah everyone’s gonna fucking die of the bubonic fucking plague if they don’t get this figured out in 2 hours and Jim considers it to be him conceding to not truly understanding or being forgiving to concepts of love or passion but really Spock’s just gotta get their crew home just like Jim and he already suspects raynas not real and he knows that Jim’s greatest weakness will always be the love that he gives so freely and always has taken from him by circumstances outside his control or as a result of his own insufficiencies and that the more time he spends with Rayna the more pain will result. just like the first attack

So it makes sense that later Spock volunteers to go ahead to try to find the cure because he knows what lay behind that door will also likely be what reveals what Rayna truly is and Spock would rather sacrifice Jim’s opinion of him despite all his obvious longing to be seen and heard this whole episode than let Jim experience the inevitable despair that comes with discovering the object of his affections is in fact an object

And then when they all learn about Rayna being an android SPOCK is the one to explain Jim’s love for the android in perfect clarity because he does understand. He just expresses it analytically because that’s how he processes things. And when she dies from experiencing love for Jim that exceeds what she was built to process Spock can explain that too, he can explain that longing because this? This is something he knows intimately- this care she can’t grapple with because circumstances don’t allow it and everything she’s been taught thus far doesn’t tolerate it is HIS EXPERIENCE like even in that EXACT MOMENT

And then they’re back on the ship and yeah everyone’s saved hooray but Jim is a fucking mess i mean his robot girlfriend just died because of him fair enough.

And Spock is there with him through it all and he sees Jim’s grief empty him until he’s just a shell of himself and then the doctor walks in and is just like “hell yes he's asleep now i can blame you” and then proceeds to tell Spock he feels sorry for him because can’t understand or experience love or emotion and doesn’t know the desperation it will drive a man to and Spock just TAKES it because you know what.. maybe he doesn’t? How can he trust himself to recognize what he’s never fully allowed himself to feel, or express the emotions he’s been told he isn’t capable of understanding by everyone around him his entire life

so when bones leaves and Spock steps forward and reaches out to jim’s face and makes the ultimate sacrifice to his own traditions and teachings and even his own sense of morality just to make Jim forget and take away his pain (because he’d rather take on the burden of guilt than watch jim remain a crumpled form in front of him) are we really surprised? because did we too think him incapable?

and so the episode ends with Rayna having died for truly allowing herself to acknowledge love, and spock now does the same- because if not physically dead, this moment is one of the many which give way to his decision to undergo complete ego-death after the series ends

#Ok anyways #star trek #star trek tos #requiem for methuselah #*

[carterashofficial]

Things that have happened in my BG3 play through (headcanons and actual things) with my bard Tavi, full name Octavia. This is mostly Act 1 nonsense

-her flute is less a flute and more shitty-elementary-school-recorder but somehow she can make it sound good (and she can passably play just about any instrument)

-Tavi’s ‘flute’ is made of metal and she absolutely has brained people with it before. Sometimes she plays Scratch’s belly like a drum and the dog is just so happy b/c belly rub. She thinks she’s a terrible singer but she’s actually pretty good. Her old boss wouldn’t let her sing or be in the spotlight b/c boss thought Tavi wasn’t pretty enough (cheek scar from a tussle as a teen)

-Tavi is always tapping out a beat with her feet or hands. Laezel threatens to cut them off if she doesn’t stop. this does not stop Tavi.

-Scratch decides his sleeping place is curled up with Tavi, preferably inside the sleeping bag with her. Multiple times she’s found a bone down by her feet b/c Someone wanted to protect it (and then Withers is on a rampage b/c the dog stole one of his tibia again)

-Astarion accidentally kills her via using Tavi as his personal juice box. Scratch sits beside her (friend is sleeping!) until Gale realizes she’s bloodless and he is absolutely heartbroken for poor Scratch b/c second friend in as many days died. so Gale revives Tavi (also: he might have a crush on her but sshhh)

-She wakes up to Scratch 3 inches from her face and he immediately drops a disgusting leather ball next to her head and begins licking her face b/c he’s so happy she finally woke up! Must have been a good sleep. Astarion is now on her shit list. Gale is on her “I sorta trust you” list.+

-Tavi and Karlach have a tap dancing competition which ends with Wyll showing them both up. Both Laezel and Astarion pretend it’s the dumbest thing ever but are secretly watching.

-Halsin accidentally scared Scratch while in Bear Form and doesn’t know how to explain to the dog that he sometimes turns into a bear b/c then the dog will think all bears are friends. His new strategy is to hide a new bone in camp for Scratch so the dog’s distracted. Withers goes on a rampage b/c again. his tibia. and now a rib. its insulting

-Tavi grew up an urchin in Baldur’s Gate and never had books of her own so Gale watches her read anything she can get her hands on and is definitely completely catching feels (she may be reading the books aloud to the kids at the grove). Except he is anything but normal about it and gets down on one knee and presses her hand against his chest so she can feel the curse. Ya know. As normal well-adjusted people do who haven’t been in a tower without contact from the outside world. Very normal.

-Scratch "I brought you a present! It made me think of you" and proceeds to drop a dead frog in front of Laezel. She's flattered. this furry creature hunted down vermin to show her that he is a useful member of the group.

-Tavi gets eaten alive by mosquitos/bugs the first night in camp and is miserable. She looks like she's got some contagious plague b/c there's spots all over her.

-Gale is the only one who calls her 'Octavia' in private b/c he's just Like That. Sometimes he says it while looking very serious and Tavi certainly Feels A Way about that. and he calls her Octavia while showing her how to do magic, and since their minds/souls are entwined, he feels her Reaction to that, she realizes he felt her emotions, so Tavi is bright red in the face while he stammers out that her thinking of him like that is a Surprise (but a welcome one). She can barely look him in the eye, while he can't look away from her.

-The group completely misses the fact that Gale and Tavi have an undercurrent of Something going on between them b/c Laezel and Shadowheart's rivalry is The Subject of Gossip (Astarion is taking bets on how long until they hate-fuck). Wyll and Karlach have taken bets. Halsin wants nothing to do with it.

-Tavi and Gale fall into the 'white people in a horror movie' category and are 10/10 trusting of Auntie Ethel. Tavi never had a maternal figure in her life, but read a lot of books with them. Auntie Ethel being overbearing reminds Gale of his mother. The rest of the group thinks Ether is Sus. Tavi and Gale think she's a lovely lady who can help them with the tadpole problem up (how can anyone evil live in such an adorable cottage?)

-Gale is absolutely enchanted with all the imperfect mortal things Tavi does. Like being sweaty in Grymforge. the wrinkles around her eyes when she squints in the sun. tangles in her hair. the scar on her cheek and how she doesn't always look enticing and takes a good half-hour to wake up in the morning. He'd forgotten how imperfection can be perfection in its own way. He doesn't feel like an inadequate mortal like he did with Mystra.

-Tavi absolutely adores children and plays hide-n-seek with the tiefling kids in the camp. Laezel 100% joins in b/c she thinks its to teach them tracking and hunting skills. Wyll and Karlach are terrible at hiding (on purpose) and help the younger kids look for the others. Gale is pulled into the game by Tavi and he whispers in her ear "you've made me hide, don't make me come seek you" and Tavi, who has never been on the receiving end of flirts like that, is left speechless b/c how do you even react to that.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #octavia #astarion #gale of waterdeep #lae'zel

[bluebird167]

Nutcracker AU

In the Victorian Era, Charlotte is a twelve year old girl with a love of fairy tales, magic, and dance. She dreams of one day becoming a professional ballerina but is very shy and insecure about her strengths, so she doesn’t allow her true talent to shine very much. Not helping is also the fact that her parents insist on her looking into finding a more practical career and they intend to send her off to a very strict boarding school after the holidays.

On the night of her last Christmas in the household, there is a grand party in which Charlotte is visited by her beloved and eccentric godparents Husk and Rosie. Husk is a world renowned magician while Rosie is a famed stage actress, the couple have spent years traveling the world to present their talents and unlike Charlotte’s parents, they encourage Charlotte’s dreams with their many tales of adventure.

When Husk is performing a trick, a nutcracker falls from his sleeve and while the other children find the wooden doll ugly, Charlotte thinks he’s cute. The other start to play roughly with the nutcracker and accidentally break it. Charlotte in turn, fixes the nutcracker and treats him very gently. She then asks Husk if she can have him but he tells her that she couldn’t possibly want the doll because he’s so ugly. Charlotte however sees nothing wrong with him.

This impresses Rosie, who proceeds to tell Charlotte a story about the nutcracker. She tells her that about a year ago, in the Kingdom of Sweets, the wretched mouse queen had ordered the kingdom’s princess to marry her despicable son Vox. However, the King refused and as punishment, the mouse queen cursed the princess to look like a hideous mouse until the King consented to the marriage. The then king sought the help of every sorcerer in the land but only the royal magician knew the answer. To free the princess and destroy the mouse queen, someone must crack the shell of darkness which is the source of her power.

The king sends many soldiers on the mission to fight the mouse queen and to crack the shell of darkness, but they all fail and end up turned into toys because none of them knew what the shell of darkness looks like. However the magician’s young nephew Alastor figures out that the shell of darkness is actually a krakatuk nut that the queen always keeps on her person. The king begs him to face the mouse queen and promises the boy, Princess Mimzy’s hand in marriage should he succeed.

Alastor tricks the mouse queen into exposing herself to him and unprotected by her guards and manages to snatch the nut and crack it. The curse is on the princess and all the princes are broken and the mouse queen dies, but with her last breath, she utters a curse that turns Alastor into a nutcracker and her son Vox escapes, swearing to one day avenge his mother.

Charlotte’s father overheard the story and angrily berates Husk and Rosie for encouraging Charlotte to believe in childish fantasies, demanding that the time has come for her to grow up and leave dreams and fairy tales behind. Charlotte runs away to cry, her godparents come in to say goodnight, and give her the nutcracker doll as a gift. Charlotte thanks them and assured them that she’ll never grow up or tire of their stories. But Rosie wisely advises her that growing up is unavoidable and that her parents are right that she needs to leave some childhood dreams behind. Some, not all.

Later that night, Charlotte wakes up to find mice stealing her nutcracker. She chases them into the drawing room and stops them. Suddenly the grandfather clock chimes and Charlotte finds herself shirking and at the same time, changing into a beautiful young woman.

The Mouse King Vox then appears, announcing his desire to destroy the nutcracker for revenge, and becoming rather taken with Charlotte’s beauty, deciding that she would make a perfect replacement bride in place of Princess Mimzy. However before he can claim Charlotte, the nutcracker comes to life and defends her. But there are too many mice and they almost over power him, until Charlotte knocks out Vox by throwing her slipper at him forcing the rodents to retreat down a hole.

Once the fight ends, the nutcracker finally notices his change in appearance and his both horrified and confused, revealing to Charlotte that her godmother’s story is actually true and that the nutcracker was in fact once a boy called Alastor. Both Charlotte and Alastor don’t have the slightest idea of what’s happening but seek answers when a mysterious small door appears on the old grandfather clock.

Going inside the clock they travel up a stairway into the domain of the Clock-Maker (who resembles Husk). He tells the two of them that since the defeat of the mouse queen, her vengeful son Vox had become the new ruler of the mice and learned how to use her dark power to takeover the Kingdom of Sweets. The former king had fled to the sheltered city with his daughter, which is guarded by a wall.

When Charlotte asks if anything can be done, he says that their only hope is love. Alastor and Charlotte  conclude that if Princess Mimzy honors the promise to marry Alastor then the all will be restored. Meaning Alastor will regain his true form, and Charlotte will regain her true size and age. The two are then given a map to the Sheltered City and to get there they must travel through the Snowflake Forest and The Valley of Flowers. 

During the trip Charlotte and Alastor encounter the victims of  Vox’s magic, inhabitants who were turned into toys and then subjected to the mice cruelly tormenting and breaking them. Charlotte and Alastor can’t help but stop and fix all the broken toys. Among them is Vagatha a flower fairy and Anthony a snow fairy who were turned into dolls, and end up accompanying the two on their journey. When the toys learn who Alastor is, they praise him as their long awaited hero but Charlotte notices that these praises make Alastor uncomfortable.

When they’re alone, Alastor admits that he’s not sure if he can actually defeat Vox and that he never wanted to be a hero or marry a princess. He was only a child when he discovered how to crack that nut and it was discovered on whim. He only agreed to try to crack the nut because he felt sorry for Mimzy and even though he succeeded, he still ended up getting turned into a wooden doll. Charlotte understands his fear and voices her own fears on growing up and being sent away to boarding school. This leads Alastor and Charlotte to share a romantic dance in the snow, falling in love. 

The dance is observed by a jealous Vox, who captures their friends the next day along with many other subjects, and threatens to have his mouse army chew them to bits unless Charlotte and Alastor surrender to him. They continue on to the Sheltered City where they plead to the former king and the princess for help. But the king cowardly refuses and Mimzy cruelly rejects Alastor, stating that she’s far too pretty to marry a homely doll. This hurts Alastor, Charlotte comforts him, and despite their fear, they decide to face Vox together.

Charlotte and Alastor go to the ruined Kingdom of Sweets and he challenges Vox to a duel. While they fight, Charlotte frees all of Vox’s prisoners and they fight back against the mice. The battle rages on, but the mice eventually start chewing the toys and rendering them powerless. Vox has Alastor cornered and hanging over a bonfire, intending to burn him. To save Alastor’s life, Charlotte agrees to marry Vox, but Alastor, unable to bear the thought of his true love being doomed to such a fate, throws himself into the bonfire. Charlotte then jumps after him, declaring out loud that she’ll save him and that she loves him. 

As they fall, they embrace and try to shelter the other from the flames but instead of the two of them burning to death, they are caught and Vox is destroyed. Alastor then transforms into a handsome young man, all the toys return to their true forms, and the Kingdom of Sweets is restored. The Sugar Plum Fairy (who resembles Rosie) appears and she declares that Charlotte and Alastor’s love for each other is what broke the spell and as a reward, they will rule over all as Prince and Princess. 

A banquet is held in the couple’s honor and once again, Charlotte and Alastor perform a romantic dance in which they profess their love for each other and wish to be together forever. They kiss and leave in sleigh ride to take them home but during the ride, Charlotte falls asleep in Alastor’s arms. When Charlotte wakes up she’s back home, is a little girl again, and her nutcracker is gone. When she can’t find him, she begins to cry. Her parents comfort her and her father apologizes for being so hard on her, saying she doesn’t have to go to boarding school and that some childhood dreams are worth holding on to. Charlotte is relieved, but assures her parents that she’s not afraid to grow up anymore.

Later they are invited to have dinner with Husk and Rosie, where Lucifer apologizes for his behavior and is forgiven. Charlotte then asks her godparents if they know where her nutcracker is, and they ask in turn, why would she care what happens to an ugly doll? She then declares that the nutcracker would never be ugly in her eyes and that she would always love him no matter what he looked like. Pleased with her answer, Husk and Rosie introduce her to their thirteen year old nephew whom Charlotte instantly recognizes as Alastor. He tells Charlotte that he returns her then asks her to grow up with him and marry him once they become adults. She accepts and they live Happily Ever After throughout their childhood and into their adulthood.

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #CHARLIE MAGNE #charlie morningstar #The Nutcracker #nutcracker #Charlotte Morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #charlastor #Alastor x Charlie #radiobelle #the nutcracker prince #the nutcracker and the mouse king

[anotheruseronthissite]

Demon Slayer Role Swap - Tanjiro and Nezuko

Plot Points:

Tanjiro and Nezuko and raised by Tanjuro and Kei Kamado along with their siblings.

Most of the canon backstory happens, but Nezuko does not become a demon. Both Tanjiro and Nezuko become demon slayers and pillars.

Nezuko gains an inferiority complex because Tanjiro's skills with a sword and invention of breathing styles are much better than hers and she wishes to be able to fight equally alongside him.

Muzan uses this to his advantage and turns Nezuko into a demon, manipulating her memeories to twist that inferiority into resentment.

Tanjiro encounters Muzan and nearly kills him, but Muzan gets away. Tanjiro lets Kanae and Shinobu live.

Tanjiro is kicked out from the Corp. He proceeds to have a family with Kanao, who was also appart of the Corp his time.

Nezuko ends up confronting an old Tanjiro, a while after Kanao died. What happens between Kokushibo and Yoriichi occurs.

Character Info - Tanjiro

Status - deceased

Appearance - short red and black hair tied into a very small ponytail along with dark red eyes. He wears a black and green checkered haori over a white robe and black pants. He also wears a pair of hanafuda earings gifted to him by his father and has a flame like mark running from the corner of his forehead.

Weapon - Black Nichiren Sword

Breathing Style - Sun Breathing

Slayer Mark? - Yes

Species - Human

Additional Information -

Tanjiro was not born with the slayer mark.

Tanjiro invented Sun Breathing based off the Hinokami Kagura dance performed by his family. ( The dance came before the breathing style in this AU. Tanjiro later retranslates the breathing style into a dance )

Kanao was still like how she was by the end of canon.

Tanjiro is the ancestor to Sumiyoshi and the Tsugikuni twin's mother.

Tanjiro's earings are gifted to Yoriichi by Yoriichi's mother.

Character Info - Nezuko

Age - 400+

Appearance - Long black hair that fades into a flame orange along with dull pink eyes that have the Kanji for Upper Moon 1 etched into them. Nezuko has a long white horn protruding out of a corner of her forehead and crack like and red and green vine like markings on her skin. She's tall and wears a light pink Kimono with a hemp leaf pattern and a dark-brown haori along with a pair of zori, white tabi socks, and kyahan. She also has a cresent moon shaped mark on her cheek. Nezuko also has a worn and ripped pink ribbon in her hair, a gift from Tanjiro.

Weapon(s) - Red Nichiren Sword + Legs (for kicking)

Breathing Style - Moon Breathing

Demon Art - Combusting Blood (can harm humans and melt Nichiren Swords)

Slayer Mark? - Yes

Species - Demon

Additional Information

Nezuko incorporated powerful kicks and punches into her combat.

Unintentionally, Nezuko's physicall combat becomes apart of a different breathing style.

Nezuko commonly takes on a toddler like form, mainly to blend in/hide away when she doesn't want to fight.

Nezuko has an even more demoinic form. ( Basically Kokushibo's monsterous form)

Nezuko does not recover her full memories until facing off against Yoriichi

#demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #kny nezuko #nezuko kamado #role swap au

[devil-doll13]

Graves of The Father

Tw: Angst, Horror, Death, Blood/Slight Gore, Implied Neglect/Abuse kinda?, Descriptions Of Corpses/Body Horrorish, like it gets a wee bit disgusting, Mentions of Birth, Religious Themes

Proceed With Caution!

I’m rather proud of this one, actually. It’s the most horror oriented fic i’ve made for Abigail yet. Some backstory/lore in here. A bit Lovecraftian but only a little. I’m still experimenting here lol.

Horror/Slasher Oc Writing For Abigail Williams

Basically a songfic, lyrics are in italics

Summary: Abigail & Her Father.

Dividers by firefly-dividers

Art by Takato Yamamoto

Sextons of the churchyard

Have seen unblessed things;

Ground no longer hallowed

Has sprouted new graves

Lucina Williams was found dead at 6:27, on a frosty November morning, in Salem, Massachusetts, in an old, weathered cemetery. She lay in the befouled hollow of an aged grave, her glassy eyes rolled back, convulsing in agony. And yet her face was twisted in an unnerving smile, disturbingly serene. She had died in a state of euphoric bliss. Happiness so unnatural, so completely grotesque, that her face had to be covered up in pictures; for the elderly gravekeeper’s state of mind. He had seen many awful things in his lifetime, but none so horrifying as this.

Lucy was buried in that very same churchyard. Her lonely grave untended to, unloved. No mourners or flowers were ever present, for she was disowned for some despicable deed the family would not speak of. Only that they were certain, absolutely so, that she had been taken in by the Devil; Lucy was pure evil.

The child she had given birth to, a pale, frightful specimen, was later christened Abigail. Her conception profane, her birth unnatural, her existence forbidden. A daughter of the grave, a creature born outside of God’s holy light. The wretched girl began her unfortunate life in shame. In the ever looming shadow of her mother’s sins, unable to redeem herself. A blight unto all; the final curse of a dying witch.

(The art of veneficium, Lucy learned from Him.)

Blasphemy made flesh. Ungodly freak, dark defiler. She poisons the family tree. The cuckoo in the nest. The snake in the grass. The fatal tumour.

The holy Father, not her Father, condemns her to eternal damnation, for rotten children do not deserve heaven. To plead for salvation is hopeless; there is no God who could give her purity back.

She simply should not exist.

(All of this, she has been told.)

Her family are repulsed by her, instinctively, but compelled by unknown forces to shelter her. They die one by one, at her unwilling command.

… But as a young girl she lives in merciful innocence. She knows not what she does, lost in her world of make believe. Strange yet wondrous creatures speak to her in the darkened night, as she dreams of flying amongst the glittering stars. Waving silver wands, casting magic spells. Dancing with dryads under the pale moonlight, enchanted by faeries; elven beings only she can see.

For if anyone were to turn their uncursed eye upon such abominations, madness would destroy them.

(Her older cousins, aged seven and eight, refused to speak of the incident. They refused to speak at all. Until death.)

Descendants of a clan

That usurped maternity

Hear whispers in their blood;

This summons of their fathers.

In a loveless home, she yearns for love, as all God’s children do. But cold hearts yield only emptiness, and hateful whispers spur her on to look elsewhere.

The graveyard beckons, begs her to draw closer. An almost desperate compulsion. Homesickness. As she walks amongst decaying tombstones, she hears ghostly whispers call out, and feels wraithlike fingers comb through her hair. A spectral voice cries out for sweet nourishment; she offers it her milk to pacify.

There, in the dark recesses of the churchyard’s ancient yew tree, she begs for comfort. She lies coiled as foul, egg despoiling serpent.

(As in the garden of Eden, she is the great deceiver.)

Inside she feels the thrum of an old God’s heartbeat. It exactly mirrors her own; an inherited resonance.

So powerful is this connection, she sees in her mind’s eye the unearthly form of the Father. The yew tree His outstretched hand, their gnarled, malformed branches His fingers, toxic sap His blood, unending roots His veins from which His dark ichor pulsates.

Her fingers trace the ancient bark, recounting primordial treelore. Her blood stirs with eldritch knowledge. Visions echo from another world far back behind her eyelids and inside her mind, as the Father summons her from deep below.

(Far from God’s condemning eye.)

“Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

My grave beckons

As irresistible as drawing breath.”

In the old yew she sleeps and dreams of His majesty. The Underworld, home of the blessed dead. Outside of this mundane plane of existence, his shadowy domain. It is a labyrinth of catacombs, endless and unfathomable. It eternally devours itself, serpentine; the cycle of life and death unfolding. Forever.

She peers into the gaping maw of Hades, in which the Great Gravekeeper resides. He sits upon a throne of misshapen yew, a monstrosity of wood and decayed flesh, and He is wreathed in bloodsoaked thorns and cloaked in an abyssal shroud. Atop His massive head rests His magnificent Crown of Horns.

The spirits of the departed kneel before Him in worshipful devotion, their servile offerings reek foul miasma. They chant in feverish orations, invoking His accursed epithet:

(Father of The Graves. None So Vile.)

His true name is unspeakable in human tongue, yet it throbs deeply in her soul, as familiar as her own.

His countless reptilian eyes turn to watch her in curious amusement. Her body shivers, an instinctive fear. The Father observes His daughter, and in recognition, He reaches out an ashy, skeletal hand for her to grasp. It is kindly, almost gentle. Loving.

… But every time she awakes in tormented screams. Her mortal brain is seized by otherworldly forces. Inside her witchblood boils with poison. She feels unbearably empty. The hollowness is agonising; she does not belong here. But there, by her Father’s side.

(And yet, she serves a purpose here, for He would not create without reason. Between life and death, she acts as His median emissary.)

Nature abhors a vacuum

The same is true to a tomb…

A vacant grave must be filled,

For this the Father’s will.

On Hallowe’en, she prepares for the welcoming feast.

The chosen victim lies screaming on the altar, gutted in ritual sacrifice. Arterial blood fills the chalice, spilling onto her conjuring sigil. A sickly green cloud of smoke emanates from within; The Dark Ones are appeased. She murmurs incantations, praying in an eldritch language. Her Father’s tongue.

Another shrill shriek of pain fills the air as she continues the disembowelment. Unflinching, she rips through soft flesh; carving out her choicest cuts. They cry and beg her to stop, to please god stop and oh god please stop like a bleating, pathetic lamb.

(“Be quiet.” She hisses. She must have silence.)

Candles flicker, wavering in the late October wind. Thunder cracks the livid sky, wild forks of lightning split across a hellish landscape of her own design. Acid rain floods a barren wasteland, corrupting the once fertile soil and disintegrating crops to dust. There is no escape. Under His reign, all will wither.

A gaping chest wound as she extracts the heart, relishing in the final cry of a slaughtered pig. For a moment she holds it, admiring the coveted organ. Dark, warm rivulets of blood flow across her palms and through her fingers. Pure and untainted. So unlike her own.

The first time she has killed with her own hands.

(It felt good to be cruel. To eat her guilt and shame.)

She turns back to her altar, prepares the sacrament:

A black box, dripping vile fluids; her phylactery. Her shadowed grimoire, bound in dark, hard leather. Nightshade, hemlock, aconite. An hourglass of ash, pilfered from a funeral urn. An assortment of bones, human and animal. Her ritual sickle, seeped in gore and entwined in snakeskin. Objects of witchcraft.

Now joined by the heart, lungs, stomach, the entrails, the severed head and the tormented soul. All them are hers now. Her cabalistic hoard. Madness overtakes her then. It spikes in her brain like fever. She grasps the overflowing cup of blood with one pale, bony hand. And, with a decadent sigh, tips it into her open mouth. It trickles slowly into her throat. She swallows it. It tastes like copper, like iron, like death; a flavour gone sweetly rancid.

(She is without mercy. Without compassion. The Father’s will is absolute. She will sow the bitter seeds of His funeral empire and be rewarded in death.)

Sired in blasphemy

In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts

Filled with necrolatry

Reverse the life cycle, be reborn through death

Now the time has come. She must reap her harvest.

Autumn’s frost bites her face. A deathly chill pierces her bones, but she does not shiver. She is serene, so oddly calm in her unraveling mind. Twisted, maligned branches of the old yew tree find her again and guide her to the cobwebbed graveyard.

Under the midnight sky, the tombstones appear as a sea of desolate grey waves, blanketed in fog like a funeral shroud. In that misty gloom, she walks amidst weeping spirits. They reach out with icy phantom limbs, offering up sepulchral hymns to their unholy lich mistress, they plead for their salvation; to be granted life once again.

(For the first time she will answer their prayers.)

Tonight, she will pervert life’s sacred order. Tonight, she will defy the righteous fury of God. Tonight, the Father’s will is to be carried out, as the once dead shall be reborn from the womb of the earth and usurp the living. By His will. By her will.

A moment of silence as she contemplates the vastness of her actions now, the end result of a perfect tantrum. She remembers all the faces turned away, all that would sneer at her demise. All of the fear, disgust and hatred, eyes seething and spiteful. Their eyes. Her eyes.

Blackened slivers of ichor drip from her sickle. Her own blood, her venom. So impure, so violently cancerous. It taints the consecrated land below. Theirs. Hers.

(Its blade reflects the moonlight, pale and haunting.)

And so from her lips spills a forbidden spell. Her cursed blood is absorbed into putrid grass, where it slowly coagulates into an obsidian snake. It slithers downward, downward, downward, into the many awaiting, hungry mouths of a thousand corpses.

From below an eerie moan. Singular, then multiplied. A foul odour wafts through the air as the tombs unseal, dark fog swirling in a shadowy haze. The Underworld exhale, from the filth they emerge:

Undead victims of plague, riddled with disease, lift their filthy, maggot-infested bodies from the infected earth. A writhing mass of baleful poxflesh, leaking yellowed pus and choked with vomit. Frenzied, murderous abominations scream in rage and bloodlust, tearing apart coffin lid and shattering tombstone to dust. Withered and shambling corpses groan in despair, ravenous victims of starvation. Their mortal hunger torments them still. They salivate and froth desperately at the mouth, crying in their desire to consume flesh and suck marrow from bone; to devour utterly. The drowned are bloated, soaked in embalming fluids. Their skin is cold and their lips are blue. They are still. Lifeless, glassy eyes stare up at the evil moon. Frozen. Possessed.

(Pestilence. War. Famine. Death.)

Observing her resurrected horde, she is filled with an intense feeling of power. It is intoxicating, so alluring. She reaches up an outstretched hand, as the malevolent puppet master, and they are forced to dance for her on invisible strings. Her magic binds their souls in eternal undying servitude. Pawns of her twisted vision, ensnared in her web, bewitched by her black sorcery. They shall all be as one. Necromantic slaves. Forever in her chains.

The Witching Hour bell tolls, thirteen times, as it did on the eve of her birth. The dead surround her in undivine mass; their vile priestess. They lift her onto many decrepit, rotted shoulders, and upon her head they crown a wreath of thorns, a halo of briar and sin. Her face is white, vacant. She no longer feels pain.

Infernal legions rise. Under her command, they begin their dread march. Onward, towards the apocalypse.

(No regrets. No going back. The end has begun.)

Her tears flow freely now, her body numb with cold. She recites in hushed whispers a final invocation, one final goodbye:

“Forgive me Father,

For I know not what I do;

I leave a void to fill one,

Hear my prayers from far below…”

Once I finally get around to writing that backstory fic it’ll add more context to this one. Thanks for reading!

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @soupbabe, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @solmints-messyocdiary)

#I told t33th her father wasn’t human and well… #yes he resurrected her in prayers for rain #I can’t tell if this was really long or if I just agonised over every sentence #also references to other cryptopsy songs #Abigail Williams #Abigail #Abigail Williams oc #my writing #fanfic #slasher oc #horror oc #my stuff

[hayheadd]

I am incredibly autistic. I have gotten the flu vaccine for 10 years in a row. Autism flows through my blood. Anyways, here's a list of Lemon Demon Spirit Phone songs that I imagine Pathologic animatics to.

Lifetime Achievement Award - The Kains trying to revive Simon while Rubin takes him apart into the vaccine

Touch Tone Telephone - At first it's Aspity explaining to Clara what they both are (brand new species. Big cat. Space nazis. Robert Sack.) and then it's Clara trying to call everyone (Aglaya, Block, Saburovs) to explain her blood cult and convince everyone that it's a great idea

Cabinet Man - Polyhedron (Simon Kain's soul in it?) playing games with the the kids until Aglaya bombs it (very important to include a shot where her dead body is looking very triumphant)

No Eyed Girl - Simon Kain and Isidor obsessing over the plague. They decide to dig it up and kill everyone (they would do it all again)

When he died - Bachelor arriving to town to discover Simon Kain's dead (very important to include a shot of him coming back to Eva's and screaming into a pillow), later Artemy finding out Isidor is dead (and all the wacky circumstances).

Sweet Bod - My favourite. Starts with Artemy brewing his meat soup and taking organs out of people. He proceeds to go graverobbing with the kids. A dude hears about all this and tells the Bachelor. When the gang comes back (after a quick stop at Shekhen), Artemy finds out how to make panacea (it's started rumors of mason jars of sweetness). Everyone is super happy about this and they throw a panacea party in the lair with all the termites and Artemy's friends where they're all drinking twyre brews. Bachelor knocks on the the door, and Burakh greets him (Good god I'm glad to see you) (won't you be my panacea). Daniil gets dragged into the party and is incredibly uncomfortable. He tries to wake up Stakh, who is sleeping on the operating table so he can ask him what the fuck is going on. The animatic finishes off with a big dance off.

Eight Wonder - it's about Murky (extra clever earth bound spirit)! She has hands and she has feet! She follows Burakh around, being all quiet and Murky-like (thou will never know what I am) (she's the eight wonder). Suddenly switches to a shot of the Crowstone scene, Burakh terrified as he understands that the plague is going to take Murky (when you see me, you're paralyzed). Then it shows her backstory, how she lost her family to the plague, and this is compared to how Artemy took in the plague to protect her. I imagine this makes her feel really guilty. The thing is that Murky doesn't talk a lot, but this is how I interpret this part of her story. BUT THEN it's Evil Clara aka possibly plague herself (who tricked her) singing about how SHE'S the eight wonder. And Clara and Murky dance in the void

Ancient Aliens - Clara singing about her nature again. About Worms, Brides, Albinos, Aspity and the plague also (strange things happen).

Soft Fuzzy Man - actually it's really weird that I don't imagine much to this one since it's an absolute banger, but I guess it's Clara with her cult again.

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It - Artemy forbidding Murky from playing with her friend (Plague) (in an untoxic way).

I Earn My Life - Stakh Rubin anthem. He's overworking, not sleeping for days. At "I'm losing all my hair" his bald head becomes even BALDER. "I learned it from my father and my father never lied" is literally something Stakh would say about Isidor. "I wouldn't be so worried if I wasn't always right". At the end he takes a nice long rest in the grave (Artemy didn't finish his panacea quest) (sad ending)

Man Made Object - Peter imagining, planning and building the Polyhedron (towering over all). I've always imagined if Peter had dream sequences, they would be in purple and orange, like the insides of the Polyhedron.

Spiral of Ants - About the Kin's hivemind. Artemy gets dragged into the Kin's circle and they all dance, create a hurricane, do the Nocturnal ending and decolonise the town.

You're at the party - (this one is really weird) The Marble Nest basically. Daniil can't fall asleep because of all the infected people screaming outside. He's having fever dreams, super tired. A crow is shown looking into his window, when the plague lichen or moss looking thing gets into the house he's in. He freaks out, runs up to the window and gets grabbed by a skeletal hand and dragged into some weird dimension, where he wakes up in a coffin (It's a place you've seen before you were born). Eventually he gets into a trance, and just starts vibing out with the tragedians that are there. Meanwhile, in the real world, Sticky walks into Daniil's room and sees that he's uncontious and really really infected. The partying is broken up at "Wake up!" and "Too late!" with shots of Sticky and the kids trying to shake him awake and give him medicine. Suddenly Daniil wakes up. He's sitting on his bed, but the kids aren't there. The crow that was looking in earlier flew in and is dead on the floor, surrounded by executor masks (sun's not rising and the birds are dead). For some reason there's a vial of panacea sitting near the sink, which Daniil runs up to, but accidentally breaks it (half empty bottles in the sink, down the drain). It starts raining, and Dankovsky just realises he can take his face off (your face begins to change), which he does, revealing a tragedian mask under it. Behind him appears a executor, and he finds himself at the start of that night again (Marble Nest time loop). There's clock and handwatch imagery present throughout this whole thing.

Redesign Your Logo - Peter and the Kains designing the Polyhedron AGAIN, this time in a style that kind of makes the whole thing look like blueprints. I don't have much on this one, but when Neil Cicieriga says "Interracial couples" - show Dankovsky and Burakh holding hands. And likewise have a character for every single line in that segment where he lists potential customers. There's also a lot of pathological symbolism to be done here (everything's connected 😲)

(I AM not intending the censor myself on this. This is strictly informational.)

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