#apologies** i... cannot spell for the life of me today

[euphoriaslux]

we can’t be friends

summary: you hate vincent. vincent hates you. and yet somehow you end up in his bedroom.

word count: 4262( i… am so sorry.)

warnings: fem reader, smut(f oral receiving) vincent being a meanie, drinking and smoking, disrespect of the french justice system (désolé) me making head canons about vincent’s family life, some mischaracterization of sandra (ily sandra huller)

a/n: folks i was locked in when i was writing this, can you tell because it’s autocapitalized? i was Serious! this was supposed to be like a thousand words and ended up being 4k… i apologize i have to spread my illness (being my obsession with swann). i had SO much fun writing this i hope yall enjoy, all the reblogs on my first post make me all warm and fuzzy. drop some requests if you’d like, and im going to make a masterpost of all the fictional characters im obsessed with bc i’m chronically online. i’ve reread this like a million times so if there are any spelling errors i simply do not see. enjoy!!! <3

You cannot fucking believe you’re going to be late to trial.

Well, actually, you can believe it. Somehow, during the two hours of sleep you got last night, you managed to unplug both your alarm clock and your phone charger, leaving you to blissfully sleep through the multiple alarms you had set the night before. It was only when your cat sprawled across your face, her paws tickling your eyelashes as she eagerly awaited her breakfast, that your body decided to wake you up. An hour after you were supposed to.

Your methodically planned out morning routine for the indictment today was quickly replaced by you sprinting around your apartment muttering curse words under your breath and trying not to trip over the copious amounts of documents on your floor. You nearly cried when your tangled hair would not cooperate with you, but somehow managed to make yourself look halfway presentable. You didn’t have the time to be stressed today, especially because of the attention you know this case is going to get.

And because you knew you were going to see him.

After driving like a bat out of hell in the Parisian rain, violating multiple traffic laws, you somehow make it to the courthouse only one minute late. Jogging up the steps, you push the door open and yell out apologies to the bewildered lawyers and judges in the courthouse as you sprint against the browned hardwood floor, your briefcase thumping against your side in tandem with your heartbeat. Your eyes scan the chamber numbers and you breathe a sigh of relief once you find the one that matched the summons notice, pausing to smooth down your pantsuit set and pat the beads of sweat off of your forehead.

You push open the chamber doors as gently as you can, but you quickly realize there is no use as every head in the room turns towards you, gawking at you. Some have a slight frown on their face, looking at you with thinly veiled pity, but most have a clear show of annoyance. With your head down you speedwalk over to your team’s side of the chambers, pulling out a few labeled folders before you place your briefcase next to your seat. You take a deep breath and force yourself to look up, and right across from you is the defendant’s lawyer.

Vincent is wearing a black turtleneck and a matching black blazer, with effortlessly swooped gray hair and his arms crossed over his chest. He looks perfect, too perfect, in a way that pisses you off. He’s already staring at you when you glance at him, his mouth slightly turned upward as he leans over to talk to his client Sandra, maintining eye contact with you as his whispers in her ear.

“Glad you made time to join us Mademoiselle,” the judge says as she shuffles some papers around, using a few fingers to wave over a magistrate to her right, ostensibly for the indictment sheets.

“I am so, so sorry I-” you start before the judge moves her hand to wave you off, finally sparing you a sharp glance.

“Enough time has been wasted. Let us proceed, yes?” she asks, and you almost start to answer before you realize it was rhetorical. There are a few quiet laughs in the courtroom and you fix your eyes on your folder, feeling like a child who was just scolded in class for sneaking a cookie from the lunchroom. You feel Vincent’s eyes on you but you don’t dare to look up. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Sandra was indicted, of course. This case was going to be a media circus because of her literary career, and you knew this was not going to be an open-and-shut case. Part of you hated trials like these - when the media would decide an angle that they found the most titillating and not leave a single person involved alone until they got a headline that matched their narrative. Another part of you, a massive part of you, hated working with Vincent. You could just constantly feel the smugness dripping off of him, and with every snarky comment and reply you could sense the anger just drilling deeper and deeper into you. Each interaction you had with him managed to make you even more and more mad. At least you’d hopefully only see him for another couple of months.

five months later

Like clockwork, you stepped out of your taxi to be bombarded by reporters with an endless sea of microphones and cameras, a cacophony of aggressive voices yelling your way. You keep your head down and try to push through the crowd, noticing Vincent talking to a reporter with Sandra to his side. You hear a few words, noticeably about Sandra’s innocence and the ignorance of the defense, and that word makes you stop in your tracks. Reporters are asking you questions but you look for the first microphone you can find and start to talk, making sure to project your voice.

“Judicial integrity is what’s most important to me. Not a narrative, not a story. I took an oath to protect this country. Some people don’t take that seriously, but I do, and that’s what I am focused on.”

There is a sea of follow-up questions but you weave through the hoard of people to the top steps of the courtroom, making your way inside. You arrived a bit early to trial today because you knew Daniel, Sandra’s son, was testifying today. You couldn’t shake the unease you’d had all week knowing you had to cross-examine him, seeing his grief-stricken face as he heard the prosecution and defense make a myriad of accusations about the one parent he had left.

“Were you talking about me?”

Vincent’s voice makes you jump, and you turn around to see him staring at you from behind the court pew. You must’ve had a look of confusion on your face because he then clarifies:

“Outside, when you were talking to the reporter from Euronews. Are you implying that I don’t have judicial integrity?” he cocks his head at you, his eyebrows slightly raised. You shrug, grabbing the manila folders with notes from your bag and putting them in front of your seat.

“If the shoe fits, I suppose,” you say with a tight smile as you sling your bag from your shoulder to under your chair. Vincent scoffs, lightly brushing his hair out of his face.

“Right, I should have looked to the attorney who walks in late smelling like cheap wine for… integrity,” he emphasizes that last word, each letter feeling incredibly loud in the silent courtroom. You feel the heat rise from the back of your neck, both in embarrassment and fury. You take a step towards him and he doesn’t move, your faces only a few inches apart.

“Do you think you’re any better? You took this case because you are plagued with this superiority complex that you have to subject everyone to.”

“Hm, so being a good lawyer makes you think I have a superiority complex, good to know,” Vincent says, touching his chin in mock curiosity. Jesus Christ, this guy irritates you.

“No actually, I think I figured it out,” you say with a laugh, poking your finger at his chest.

“Is it because you used to fuck Sandra, and this is some weird fucked up sort of foreplay that you’re forcing us to watch? I wonder if there’s a tape in evidence, of Sandra telling her now-dead husband how many times you two had shitty sex.”

Your sentence sits in the air as the smirk falls from Vincent’s face.

“Do not project whatever bullshit you’ve created in your mind onto me,” he says, staring at you with an intensity that makes you start to squirm.

“You don’t know me, Vincent,” you turn to end the conversation but Vincent grabs your arm, turning you back around to look at him.

“But I think I do,” he says, and you are so close that you can make out the pack of cigarettes in his jean pocket through his cloak is what’s pressing against your thigh.

“I think you put on this show, that you are meek and timid, but it is all an act. Every movement of yours is calculated. Nothing you do has any underpinning of integrity.”

You feel tears well in your eyes and you quickly wipe them away, opening your mouth to speak as the chamber doors open and members of the jury begin to walk in.

“Fuck you,” you tear your arm away from his grip and walk back to your seat.

four months later

It’s been two weeks since the trial ended. The chaotic hustle and attention has died and reporters are gone, with no more requests for comment or interviews on morning TV filling up your inbox. You were called to the courthouse to go over some documentation that the court needed to provide a final report on the case, arriving late on a Saturday night. You shudder as you get out of the taxi, the chill of Paris air sparing no part of your body. You wrap your jacket around yourself and sit on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath as you prepare to go into that same courtroom. You put your head in your hands and sit in silence for what feels like forever until a familiar voice breaks the stillness.

“Hey.”

You don’t move a muscle when you hear Vincent’s voice, hoping that somehow if you stayed completely still he’d believe you were a figment of his imagination and he’d leave you alone. Instead, he takes a seat next to you, the corduroy fabric of his trousers very gently grazing your skirt.

“If you’ve come to gloat, I’m truly not in the mood,” your say, your voice muffled by your hands over your mouth. Vincent says nothing but you hear him rustling through his pants and then the familiar click of a lighter, and you bring your face up to see Vincent taking a drag of a cigarette. He breathes out wafts of smoke, and after a beat, extends his hand towards you. You glance down at the cigarette and then back at him, and he is still looking forward at the architecture across from you. Plucking the cigarette from between his fingers you inhale deeply, tilting your head up to blow the smoke into the sky. You both sit in the quiet for a few moments as you smoke about half of the cigarette. He doesn’t seem to mind, or at least doesn’t say anything.

“How do you feel?” he finally asks, and you chuckle as you take another inhale.

“How do you think I feel?” you look to him and he nods, taking the cigarette from you. You try and ignore the tingly feeling in your stomach when his lips touch the same part of the cigarette that yours did, with no hesitation.

“Did you genuinely believe she was guilty?”

The question throws you off guard.

“I don’t know.” you answer honestly, bringing your knees up to rest your hands on top of them.

“I don’t often think anything is too personal in a court of law, but that phone call with Sandra and Samuel felt, invasive?”

“It didn’t seem like you had any qualms when you were questioning about it,” he questions.

“Well of course not. I wanted to win.”

Vincent laughs, a real deep laugh, and you can’t help but crack a small smile at the noise. You realize you hadn’t heard it before, at least not before it preceded an insult hurled your way.

“What do you mean, invasive?”

It’s hard to collect your thoughts on his question, and you are suddenly transported back into that courtroom, listening to that call.

“It was like I felt every molecule of anger, resentment, disappointment. I just felt like I was right there in the middle, taking both of their punches. Like,” you take a beat, trying to formulate your words.

“Like I was their son, with no vision of what was happening but so desperately aware of the anger in the air. And feeling guilty that I caused it, somehow.”

Vincent hums.

“I’m sorry with how often I pried, about you and Sandra,” your voice is quiet, and you pick at the straps of your heels.

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. The feelings I have for her have changed.”

This time you hum, unsure of what to say. For the first time in your years of knowing him, you feel bad about possibly making Vincent uncomfortable. You’re not sure why. You sit in awkward silence for a couple of minutes before you stand up, brushing the stray tufts of cigarette ash that stuck to your skirt.

“Well, I won’t keep you, I have to go turn in evidence of my defeat” you gesture towards the papers in your hands. “And you have to go celebrate, I presume.”

Vincent stands up as well, flicking the cigarette onto the floor and stomping it out with his boot.

“No celebrating for me,” he says with his hands raised. You smile, and he does the same.

“How will you be … coping?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

“Not sure, probably at home with a really cheap bottle of wine.”

His lips purse as he puts his hands into his pockets. “I guess I deserve that.”

You rock slightly on your balls and feet, not sure if you should walk away from him or not. You’re just about to step out of his way when he starts talking.

“I have a nice Pinot Grigio I’ve been waiting to open, if you’d, you know, like to … join,” Vincent’s voice gets quieter as he keeps talking, and you swear you can see a soft pink hue on his cheeks, but perhaps that was the night playing tricks on you.

“I don’t want to impose-”

“You wouldn’t be,” he cuts you off. “I’ll wait for you out here?”

-

Vincent’s house - not apartment - was somehow exactly and nothing like what you would have imagined. It’s a one-story Victorian-style home with a dark exterior, but the inside is painted a warm yellow with tons of books littering the floors and walls and miscellanous trinkets and birthday cards tucked in between. There’s empty pizza boxes and wine bottles on the kitchen floor, and through his tall back window you can see a mini garden in his backyard, with vines of tomatoes and bushels of leafy greens sprawled amongst the grass. It looks very lived in - you can imagine Vincent waltzing around in the morning, reading his big law books with big glasses of wine, like the one you have in your hand right now.

The two of you are currently halfway deep into a bottle, talking about nothing and everything. The case, bad clients you’ve had before, your favorite pastry shops in Paris, the funny face that one of the Magistrates makes every time the Judge looked at him.

“Thank you for the wine monsieur,” you say with a dip of your head and an exaggerated bow.

Vincent shakes his head before taking a sip of wine, and you notice how the soft pink you thought you had noticed before has turned into a deep red from his forehead to his chest. Vincent being tipsy was such an odd thought to you that you couldn’t control your laughter, your hand flying up to cover your mouth as you started to giggle incessantly.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Vincent giggles alongside you, and you shake your head no.

“The serious, smart lawyer is wine-drunk with the person he probably hates the most. I could not have imagined ever being in this situation,” you manage to collect yourself, putting your hand over your chest as you take the final sip in your glass and wave off Vincent as he motions to pour you another one.

“I don’t hate you,” Vincent mutters as he pours himself another glass of wine.

“You’re pretty good at acting like you do.”

He just nods. Suddenly the air in the room has changed, and it feels constricting. Like all of the arguments and venomous insults you’ve thrown at each other has coagulated in this massive living room

“I actually, um, envy you a lot of the time.”

“Envy me?” you can’t help your incredulous tone after his sentence. “You don’t have to say things to pity me, you know,” you laugh, but Vincent’s face is still serious.

“You are just naturally someone people want to spend time with. Even when you annoy me beyond belief, some part of me is always, drawn to you, I suppose. And I envy that. I don’t really know who I am without doing things for others.

You furrow your brows at his sentence. “What do you mean?” you lean over your chair to be a bit closer to him. He plays with the silver ring on his index finger.

“Sometimes I feel like the people I’ve loved, only want me when I can do something for them, you know? I mean, even my own mother, I remember- ” he stops to take a large sip of wine.

“I was almost done with primary school, and my Dad was gone on some inane business trip. I told her I wanted to go to a birthday party downtown, and that I wouldn’t be able to make dinner that night. She got so mad at me that she threw the bottle of wine she’d nearly finished at my head.” He swirls his wine glass around staring into it.

You put your hand on top of his, and he looks up at you, staring into your eyes before clasping his hand arond yours.

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper. He shrugs, and before you can stop yourself, you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a featherlike kiss against his skin. Vincent’s eyes are glassy, and he separates his fingers from yours to place his hand against your face, his thumb gently caressing your jaw.

“Do you have more cigarettes?” you ask, softening into his touch.

“In my bedroom.”

His statement - his ask - reverberates through your head as you both stare at each other, trying to discern what will happen next. Your thoughts are so loud that you’ve afraid that somehow they’ll extend out into the room.

is he saying what i think he is?

And normally, you would say a snarky remark about how he wishes he could get you in his bedroom, and how you’d rather die than see where he sleeps, but the wine has made you slightly woozy and all you can think about is how good he looks with his hair gently sticking to his face and his t-shirt tight around his arms, and what it would feel like to fuck him.

So you say “okay”, and leave your phone on the dining room table.

Vincent opens his bedroom door, moving to let you walk in first before closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to speak and before you can think your mouth is on his, and he’s shocked for a moment before he kisses you back, your lips melding together. You push your body into his as Vincent wraps his arms around your waist, his hands digging into your skin as he quietly moans into your mouth. Your intertwined bodies make it to the bed and he hovers on top of you, his hard cock pressing against your thigh and you reach down to touch him over his jeans, feeling him shudder against you. You pull away from him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” his voice is a little hoarser than it was before. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” you pull your shirt over your head and tug at the bottom of his and he laughs he does the same, and you admire his shirtless body as he reaches back down to kiss you again, but he’s not as gentle this time. He’s aggressive, dipping his tongue into your mouth and holding your face in his hands.

“So beautiful”, he murmurs, tilting your head so he can suck on your neck and graze his teeth against the bruises spot he left. “So much more beautiful than I imagined”.

Your head falls back on the pillow as you feel his hands reach behind your back and unclip the hooks on your bra, his mouth moving to your breasts and licking your nipples.

“You’ve imagined me?” you pretend to be bashful as your mouth falls into an o-shape, feeling Vincent’s mouth on your chest and his hands on . He moans and you can feel it throughout your whole body as you lean down to shimmy out of your skirt and underwear in one move.

“In every way possible,” he says as he dips a finger down, past your belly button and into your cunt. You’d feel embarrassed at how wet you are already if his hand didn’t feel so good inside of you.

“I’ve thought about what you would taste like, how you would sound when I first fuck you for the first time,” his mouth moves down from your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your abdomen before he’s just above your heat and you sigh, involuntarily jerking your hips up. He puts his free hand around your lower stomach to hold you in place.

“But nothing,” he nips at the spot right in the crease of your hip, licking a long stripe just next to your heat.

“Could’ve come close to how pretty you really are.”

“Christ,” your hands grab fistfuls of Vincent’s sheets as his tongue finally swirls around your clit, pressing just a bit harder as he puts another finger inside of you. You can feel the pressure building in your lower stomach as you and Vincent’s grip on your stomach get firmer as you wriggle under his touch. He groans into your mouth as you start to grind your hips into him, fucking you faster with his fingers as he rolls his hips into the bed.

“Vincent,” you say with a gasp and grip his hair, pulling as you come around his mouth, your head dizzy with the feeling of Vincent’s tongue on you as he stares up at you from between your legs. He pulls his hand out of your cunt and licks his fingers before putting his mouth back on your clit, making you jump at the contact. You hiss as he licks the sensitive area, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tug so hard on Vincent’s hair that you’re afraid you’re hurting him, but if you are, he doesn’t stop you. He interlocks his fingers across your stomach and holds you into place, groaning into your clit.

“Okayokayokay,” you move your hands from his hair to head to pull him up, your breathing labored as you try to get yourself together. He leans over to kiss you, his lips softly molding against yours as you wrap your arms around his back.

Breathless, you move your hand down to touch Vincent but he quickly stops you.

“It’s- um-”

You look down and notice the wet spot on Vincent’s boxers, and your eyebrows raise to the top of your forehead as you come to the realization that he came while he was eating you out.

“Did you-”

Vincent groans, hiding his face in your neck as you giggle, coming down from your high.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you thread your fingers through his now disheveled hair. “It’s kind of hot if I’m being honest.” Vincent looks at you with a questioning look but you just smile.

“Plus, we have all night to try again.”

-

You wake up in Vincent’s bedroom, with a few strips of sunlight peeking through Vincent’s closed blinds. You haphazardly reach over to his side of the bed to grab his arm, but find it empty, raising your head from the pillow to see that you’re completely alone. Vincent’s clothes that he had taken off during the night and tossed onto the floor were gone. You waited to see if you could hear Vincent in his kitchen, or in the garden, but you were in complete silence.

To be fair, he didn’t say anything last night to insinuate that he wanted a relationship with you, or even liked you. Maybe this was secretly a win for him - he could beat you in a courtroom, and now he got you in your most vulnerable state to declare that you actually felt something other than hatred for him. And maybe that’s all he wanted. You’re not sure why you expected anything differently.

You throw the blankets off of you and find your clothes neatly folded on his desk, and his courteousness manages to upset you even more. You put your clothes on and try to collect yourself, taking a few deep breaths as you walk out of his bedroom and out towards his kitchen. You scan the room for your phone, which you swear you left on the dining room table, only to finally see it on top of a note on the kitchen counter written in messy cursive.

“Went out for cigarettes and coffee.

Bringing back croissants and a capuc- cappuccino.

Will be back in ten.

Go back to bed.

V”

-

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[aemonds-fire-writes]

The Sapphire Spell Ghost Aemond x Female Part Four - Ghostly Obsessions

Summary: Can a spell cast by Alys long ago bring Aemond Targaryen back to life centuries later in Westeros? When the remains of the Kinslayer are found and put on display in a Cabinet of Curiosities, the ghost of Aemond discovers the proprietor’s beautiful daughter is the only person who can see or hear him.

Dark Ghost Aemond x Female / Slow Build / Dark Romance

Word Count: 3311

Warnings: None

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After a poor night’s sleep filled with dreams of being chased through the museum, you try to follow your usual routine. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach, knowing that in a few hours you will have to dress and go to the museum to help your father. Normally you are eager to start working, often going over early to check over things before the doors are opened to the public, but today you wait until just before opening.

To your father, you brush off your behavior, saying you have a headache, and restrict yourself to the main floor, avoiding the Kinslayer display on the second. You cannot bring yourself to go near it; the memory of last night is too unnerving. Even though the museum is full of people, you are tense. You find yourself constantly searching the crowd for him.

When the first half of the evening passes uneventfully, you gradually begin to relax a little. Finding a quiet corner, you stop to take a moment to yourself, observing the patrons, when a glimpse of him makes your breath catch in your throat. Slowly, he approaches you. You notice that, despite his striking appearance and unusual clothing for the time, no one pays him any mind. ‘It’s as if they cannot see him.'

You feel the chilled air his presence brings as he moves closer. Trying to control your shaking, you remain rooted to the spot.

“Good evening, my lady," he says cordially, trying not to frighten you.

“What do you want?” You ask, unable to keep the tremble from your voice or your hands from clenching your skirts.

His eye sweeps over you, noticing your tension. “We wouldn’t want others to think you mad, so please remain calm and listen to me,” he says soothingly. “My apologies for frightening you. It has been quite a while since I have spoken with anyone.”

“Please come back when we can speak, and I will answer your questions. You have my word that I will not harm you." He gives you a soft smile,”I will leave you be until then.” With that, he gradually vanishes before your eyes, leaving you to try and act normally despite what you have just witnessed.

It takes days to gather your courage, but your curiosity and your obsession with him eventually override your fear. You want to talk with him; you have so many questions; you want to get to know him and understand him. You lie awake in bed, with time before the sun rises. Knowing you will not sleep anymore, you dress quickly and make your way to find him.

Nervously, you approach the Kinslayer display and find him standing there as if he has been expecting you. Still wary, you keep some distance from him.

Looking at you curiously, “I can feel your presence; I know when you are nearby.” Giving you a reassuring smile. “You need not fear me. I will not hurt you.”

“You frightened me quite badly,” you remind him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“My apologies; I shouldn't have done that,” he concedes. “I needed to convince you that I was real.”

“That you are the ghost of Aemond Targaryen?” Needing to hear him confirm it again.

“I would not phrase it that way. I am Prince Aemond Targaryen, but I am also... dead,” he says with a quick glance at the skeleton in the case. “I think I have been dead for quite a long time.”

Your mind struggles to accept how he can look so alive to you. “But how is this possible? You look as real as any man to me; why am I the only one who can see you?”

“I do not know why so few have ever been able to see me," he confesses with a shrug.

So many questions race through your mind that you don’t know what to ask first. “You have been dead for centuries; have you been aware all that time?” You think that must be a horrible existence as you ask the question.

“Time is not the same for me now; I barely notice it,” he answers thoughtfully as he beckons you to come closer with his hand extended. “I have spent most of it drifting, like sleeping for long periods and only waking occasionally."

You sense no threat from him at the moment; in fact, he seems willing to be very open with you. Tentatively, you approach a little closer to him, feeling the cold that emanates from him. The iciness makes you shiver, and you cross your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill.

Noticing your discomfort, he asks, “Are you alright, my lady?”

“You make the air very cold.”

Tilting his head, he seems to ponder your answer for a moment: “Yes, I do remember another telling me that. It seems to be a condition of my existence and something else I do not understand.”

Another question comes to mind. “You said you mostly…sleep. Did we wake you when we brought you here?”

“No, I think I sensed activity back at the Keep before being brought here.” Acknowledging his surroundings with an extended arm, he says, “This is a far more interesting place than a forgotten chamber under an abandoned keep." Turning to look at his remains in the glass coffin, he adds, “Though I can’t say I like being displayed like this, it’s rather unfitting for a prince of the realm.”

Feeling awkward, you can only give him a quiet apology.

“I suppose it matters little,” he tries to reassure you.

Checking the time, you realize breakfast will be served soon. “I need to go; my father will wonder where I am,” you inform him cautiously, still uncertain if you can trust him. “I still have so many questions I would like to ask you. I would like to be able to talk again, if that is alright.”

“Yes, of course. I would like that very much,” he responds sincerely. “I have many questions for you as well.

Nodding, "I only ask that when the museum is open, you do not frighten me or interfere with my work. I will return when we are closed.’

“I will honor that request, my lady." Giving you a slight bow of his head.

Before you go, “I don’t know how to address you. What should I call you?”

“You may just call me Aemond.

“And you do not need to address me as my lady. Just my name will do."

You give him a shy smile before turning to make your way back to your residence. All the way, your mind and body are abuzz with excitement. You need to pause a moment to collect yourself because you are nearly overwhelmed by the fact that you just had a conversation with a ghost.

You spend your day almost in a daze, but time passes slowly. You are distracted and cannot wait until you can meet with the prince again, going over your conversation with him and thinking of new questions to ask.

You return that night, after closing, remembering to bring a shawl with you this time. You find him waiting near his display, as he did this morning. The hint of a smile that appears on his face upon seeing you causes a slight flutter in your chest. Before you can speak, he approaches you.

“I know you have questions for me, but I have one of the utmost importance that I need to ask you," he asks earnestly, looking at you intently. “My lady, are you certain that my sapphire has never been found?"

You are surprised by the question, wondering why it is important to him. “No one has ever claimed to have found it. Given its historical significance, a report of its finding would be news.” Mulling over possibilities, you continue, “I suppose over the years someone could have found it but never reported it, possibly keeping it or selling it as a valuable precious stone. But it is most likely still lost at the bottom of the lake.”

Frowning at this, Aemond moves to the railing. His spectral existence gives him an ethereal way of moving; he appears to be walking, but there is a gliding element to his movements as well. He looks down at the first floor of the darkened museum, lost in thought.

Confused by his interest in the jewel, you tentatively approach him, asking, “Why is the sapphire important to you?"

Sighing deeply, he continues to stare into the darkness but answers, “Alys Rivers cast a spell on the sapphire the night before I fought my uncle over the lake.”

“Alys Rivers, the supposed witch of Harrenhal?”

“She was a witch; she had power and could see visions.” Aemond proceeds to tell you how Alys promised that he would survive the battle and his uncle would not. He told you of Daemon plunging Dark Sister into his skull, dislodging the sapphire in the process, and spending years at the bottom of the lake, aware but helpless.

“I could feel the sapphire, the power of the spell; I knew it was close by, but I could do nothing.” He remembers, a look of anguish and anger on his face at the memory. “I am tied to that stone. With it, I could live again; without it, I am doomed to this existence. I cannot live, and I cannot truly die."

Taking a deep breath, you are unsure what to make of this tale. Witches and spells are only found in fairy tales.

Seeing your furrowed brow, he questions you. “You do not believe me?”

Sighing, “I believe that you believe it. But you must understand in this time, witchcraft is the stuff of legends, now only extolled by charlatans and the uneducated. We look for more rational and scientific explanations now.”

“But I am sorry that you have suffered. It must have been horrible; it still is horrible for you,” you add.

Looking at you with a cheerless smile, “Some would have called it a fitting punishment for my actions.” Sighing, “But thank you for your compassion.”

Unsure of what to say, you remain silent for a moment. The hour is growing late, and you do need to get some sleep. “Perhaps I should retire for the night. It is getting late, and I have another busy day ahead of me.”

“Yes, of course. He replies. “I didn't mean to burden you with my troubles. You are the first person in a long time that can see and hear me."

After bidding each other a good night, you quietly return to your room, still thinking about the strange story he told you of his last night alive.

As the days turn into weeks, your life falls into a new pattern. Now, you spend hours every night talking with Aemond. Your talks have covered a wide range of subjects. Sometimes, he tells you of some of his ghostly encounters with the living over the centuries.

“There was a serving maid in the Red Keep who could see me,” he tells you. “When I realized she was aware of me, I tried to speak with her. I’m afraid that she could not accept my existence; I believe she feared she was going mad. I’m afraid that I frightened her so badly that she took her own life one night,” he recalls sadly.

Another time he tells you of past kings of Westeros.

“King Robert Baratheon was too busy drinking and whoring to notice that his children weren’t his,” Aemond remembers, shaking his head.

“And there was Bran the Broken. He could see me, but he could see everything.”

“I remember when the dragon burned Kings Landing as well,” he tells you with a smile.

“You mean when Daenerys Targaryen burned the city after it surrendered?” You ask, puzzled as to why that memory seems to please him. “Thousands of people were killed.”

“But I could sense the dragon. I thought that finally a Targaryen was going to reclaim the throne and restore our house to its rightful place as rulers of the realm.” Sighing sadly, he looks at you and says, “But it was not meant to be.”

While Aemond is quite willing to tell you much of what he remembers, he is also curious about the world as it is now. One night, you find him closely examining one of the electric light bulbs that now light the museum. Questions from him like, ‘What are these?’ And ‘How does it work?’ had you trying to explain electricity to him. You did the best you could; you don’t understand exactly how it works, just that it works.

One night, he suddenly asks, “What of Old Valyria? Do people live there again?”

“No, no one knows anything about what Old Valyria is like. It is just as mysterious and dangerous now as it was in your time,” you reply. “Apparently it is shrouded in a thick fog from the sea, making it impossible to view and dangerous to approach. Exploring by land is also next to impossible; mountains and treacherous terrain, also blanketed by mist or fog, make it quite perilous.”

As Aemond looks on with deep interest, you continue. “No one has ever returned from Old Valyria. Every few decades, someone decides to try and solve the mysteries of that land, but they are never heard from again.”

“The famous explorer Lord Swann was the last to venture there. My grandfather used to sail with him,” you mention with a smile. “I was still an infant when Lord Swann set sail. His ship has never been seen, and no wreckage has been found. Not a sighting or a word of him or any man that went with him.”

"Did your grandsire sail with him to Old Valyria?” Aemond asks with a hint of concern.

“No, he chose not to go. Age and pain from old injuries prompted my grandfather to retire from the sea,” you inform him, smiling. “ He decided to stay here and begin building this collection instead.

For weeks, you spend almost every night talking with him. You find him fascinating. He has kept his word, never interfering while you are working, never frightening you or making you feel threatened by him in any way. Now you feel quite comfortable in his presence.

More and more, your time with Aemond takes over your life. He’s your first thought when you wake up and your last thought as you drift off to sleep. You can’t wait to see him, and you wish you didn’t have to leave him.

As happy as you are, the time you are spending with him is taking a toll on you. He does not need to sleep, eat, or go outside, but you do. The late nights are catching up with you, and the lack of sleep is beginning to show on your face. Your tutor has reported to your father your lack of interest in your studies, your fatigue, and a concern for your well-being. Your father is beginning to notice and is starting to voice his concern to you.

“I’m worried about you,” your father says to you while you are having lunch together. “You don’t seem like yourself recently. Your tutor says you are struggling with your studies.”

“It’s nothing, Father; really, I’m fine,” you reply. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Perhaps we should get out of the city and go to the cottage in the country," he suggests. “Rest and fresh country air might do you some good.”

“No, I’d rather stay here,” you insist.

Sighing in frustration, your father continues to press you. “What about attending the women’s college in Oldtown? You were excited about the prospect of continuing your education a few months ago.”

“I don’t know if I want to do that anymore. I’m happy here working in the museum,” you profess with growing irritation.

"Really, dear girl, I don’t know what is going on with you, but I don’t like it,” he continues with concern in his voice. “I really am beginning to think you need time away. You have no interest in the things you used to love. You hardly even go out anymore.”

“Everything is fine, Father. Please stop worrying about me,” your voice rising slightly in annoyance.

Throwing his napkin on the table, he looks at you earnestly. “Everything is not fine, and don’t tell me it is. You’re neglecting your friends and your studies, and you are not yourself, and I know it."

Watching you purse your lips, he says finally, “This cannot continue.”

That night, when you went to see Aemond, you could not hide the fact that you were upset.

“What is the matter? He asks as soon as he sees you.

“My father says he is worried about me. He talked earlier today about sending me to the cottage we own in the country for a rest. He thinks I need to get away from the museum, from the city,” you confide in him.

He quietly contemplates this information for a moment before softly saying, “I would miss you terribly if you left.”

“I told him I do not wish to leave,” you tell him while nervously twisting a delicate gold ring around your finger. “Then he brought up the possibility of my attending college in Oldtown.”

“You do not wish to continue your studies?”

Looking at him, your distress is clear on your face. “I do, but I don’t want to leave…” Stopping yourself before finishing the sentence.

“You don’t want to leave…why?” he prompts.

Suddenly feeling shy around him, you press your lips together before responding. “I don’t wish to leave you," you finally admit.

“You would stay for me?” He asks curiously. “Despite who I am remembered as—a kinslayer, a monster?”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

Aemond comes over to you, standing right in front of you. With him comes the icy chill, but you don’t mind it. He raises his hand to your face and looks at you, asking for permission. Seeing your slight nod, he cups your cheek. At first, you just feel cold air, but gradually, you start to feel something more solid against your skin. Looking up at him, you smile as you realize you can feel his hand press lightly against you.

Though his touch is icy against your cheek, you also notice how large his hand is; you can easily rest your face against his palm.

“You feel so warm,” he murmurs, closing his eye to just enjoy the sensation. “It’s been so long since I’ve touched anyone.”

Opening his eye and looking down at your face, he said, “I want you to stay, but I am selfish. You must do what is best for you.”

You find yourself captivated by his face; you don’t see how anyone could think of him as a monster. He may be remembered as a kinslayer, but you wish with all of your heart that he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close. Knowing that will never happen has you struggling to hold back your tears. Feeling your emotions bubbling to the surface, you quickly excuse yourself and hurry back to your rooms, not wanting him to see you cry.

You slept deeply that night, your fatigue and your tears exhausting you. Most people in the city also sleep, except for those whose work keeps them awake all night. Like the workers for the King’s Landing newspaper. As the ink dries on the newsprint, they bundle the morning edition that will be distributed throughout the city. An edition that will carry a story about fishermen who found a bright blue sapphire while fishing near the northern shore of the Gods Eye.

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fic #prince aemond #aemond #aemond smut #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond kinslayer

[siren-serenity]

ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oneshots #twst riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #heartslabyul #twst leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst rook #rook hunt #twst rook hunt #pomefiore #octavinelle #savanaclaw

[versegm]

It’s the rain that wakes her up. Fat, warm droplets falling over her skin, running down her cheeks.

Slowly, Morgan pries her eyes open. Though she was clearly asleep moments prior, she feels insanely tired. She doubts her nap has been any restful. Then again, if she decided to sleep at the mercy of the weather, she doesn’t have anyone but herself to blame.

However, to her surprise, the first thing she sees isn’t the sky. It’s a human face, leaning above her. Purple eyes stare down at her, like precious jewels framed inside eye sockets. It’s rare to see both at the same time. Usually, that hair is always hiding at least one of them.

Morgan’s arms feel terribly heavy, but she forces herself to raise a hand anyways. There is no logical reason behind that gesture, no immediate benefits in acting this way. She merely thought that face beautiful. How could she not want to touch a star with her own hands?

Her fingers graze a cheek. It’s wet. It takes Morgan a few seconds to realize that the skies above her are crystal clear.

Ah.

It’s not raining. 

Mash is crying.

Morgan parts her hand from Mash’s face. That beautiful skin is stained red. Blood is sticking on Morgan’s fingers.

“Are you alright?” Morgan’s voice sounds alien to her own ears, hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in years. A horrible feeling she cannot describe is pulsing through her chest. She has to make sure the knight is okay. She knows (she knows) that Mash is really tough, but Morgan knows better than anyone that you only need to be unlucky once to lose everything.

Mash’s eyes widen. One of her hands comes up to cradle Morgan’s wrist. The other, she realizes dully, is set firmly behind Morgan’s head, supporting her. “I… I’m fine. I’m not the one who got hurt.”

That is good to hear. This does beg the question, however: whose blood is this?

She hears footsteps, then a figure crouches next to her. Morgan blinks. At, it’s her spouse. They’re preparing a spell. A healing spell, it appears.

Oh.

Morgan lifts her head up, then peers down at herself.

Oh, that makes more sense. That unpleasant feeling she could not name was not an emotion of any kind. It was merely pain.

“Apologies. I did not mean to upset any of you.”

Mash shakes her head. “It’s… it’s alright. I know you didn’t plan on that.” 

Her spouse doesn’t reply at all. They cast the healing spell, focusing with all their might. It’s an odd sensation, to feel her belly close upon itself, to witness her guts crawl back within her flesh and sew themselves back together. It’s only when her skin is smooth and closed again that they allow themself a sigh. “Take the rest of the day off, alright?” They smile at her, extending a hand to pat her cheek. “You did a good job. You don’t need to do anything more for today.”

Hm. It is quite unfortunate, but Morgan has to admit that she is simply not as strong as she was in life- tired as she is, she would only burden them all by staying on the team. So instead of arguing, Morgan nods. “Understood. I will be back tomorrow, then.”

Her spouse smiles at her, nods at Mash, then moves on- to check on the other servants, certainly. Morgan intends to sit up then, stagger her way back to her own room- but a strong arm slides under her knees, and Morgan suddenly finds herself lifted into the air.

“I can walk.” She tells Mash- Sir Kyrielight, she reminds herself. Fatigue is no excuse for disrespect. “You need not concern yourself with me.”

“I want to concern myself with you.”

This statement gives Morgan pause. Not just because it makes no sense- because it’s true, a simple fact meant from the bottom of the heart, and Morgan can not understand the reasoning behind that. Who would willingly burden themself with a witch?

Still, Morgan has to admit that accepting that help would be much more efficient than stumbling around on her own. So instead, what she says is: “Alright. This position is a bit uncomfortable, however. May I hold onto your neck?”

“Feel free.” And true to her words, Sir Kyrielight doesn’t even flinch as Morgan extends weak arms to hold onto her. Ah, this knight. Truly a human full of valor and virtues. Morgan is lucky the two of them got to stand on the same side again (again?)

(Yes, Morgan is aware that Sir Kyrielight, physically speaking, isn’t quite human; her magic circuits are too odd, too purposeful to be born rather than made. But she stands by humans, and considers herself human, so as far as Morgan is concerned, that makes her a human.)

“I am feeling a little tired. I might doze off again. My apologies.”

“I don’t mind.” How strange. It’s the second time Sir Kyrielight says something to that effect today, and this one isn’t a lie either. What an admirable and incomprehensible person. Morgan doesn’t even have anything left to give to anyone. “I can carry you for as long as you need, Morgan. And even a bit longer if you want me to. Just… let me support you, alright?”

When was the last time Morgan let anyone carry any weight on her behalf, she wonders? She finds that she genuinely cannot remember.

She won’t let it happen again, of course. Morgan has learned the hard way that if you want anything done, you can’t rely on anyone else- in this world, one has to learn how to do things by themself. But for now, letting herself be carried like precious treasure to be protected…

Morgan closes her eyes, Mash’s steps a lulling rhythm to her ears. For now, this is alright.

#my writing #fate #mashmorgan

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP47 SPOILERS!

welp. todays the day. pray for me guys this could easily be the most upsetting episode of dndads for me. im dreading this so bad

- IS THAT FUCKING HERMIE SINGING???

- I CANT DO THIS

- I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE INTRO TO BE SAD IM SICK IM SICK IM ALREADY GONNA CRY

- "HATING MY FATHER INSTEAD OF HOLDING YOUR HAND" HEY???? HEY???! IM GONNA KMS

- OAKWORTHY IS CANON. IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.

- FROM WHAT I HEARD I THOUGHT SCAM WAS IN THE INTRO???? BUT THIS. THIS HURTS SO BAD

- i feel sick i havent been able to move on from the intro

- im gonna be so honest i was expecting a "sike" or something at the end so u can imagine my relief when the little clicks started playing

- okay. okay. time to listen to ur fun facts u sick fucks

- WILL ACCIDENTALLY CALLING THE PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS AGAIN LMAOOO

- anthony stfu i dont want to hear ur voice (hes literally the dm)

- MASTER OF MANIPULATION LINCOLN LI WILSON

- will. what evil fact do u have for us today.

- NORMAL DOES TAROT READINGS WHAT

- WILL IS GONNA JUST DRAW A CARD RN???

- LOVERS??? THERES NO FUCKING WAY

- WILL ACKNOWLEDGING HERMIE DIED IM GONNA THROW UP

- A BROKEN MARRIAGE???? HOLY SHITTTT

- scary plays the piano omg!!!

- THATS THE DUMBEST REASON EVER

- "im really nervous about what anthonys gonna do this episode" U AND ME BOTH MATT

- MY HEART IS POUNDING. MY HANDS ARE SWEATING. MOMS SPAGHETTI /ref

- it has taken me an hour just to get through the intro + facts.

- "but at what cost?" AT WHAT COST IS RIGHT BETH.

- SO NORMAL WASNT CONSCIOUS FOR IT. UR FUCKING JOKING

- MATT SUGGESTING THEY HIDE THE TRUTH FROM NORMAL. I CAN FEEL TEARS COMING

- ATOPPP ANTHONY HELPP

- BETHS REAGAN JOKE TO THE RESCUE

- NORMAL IS AWAKE AGAIN. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD

- NOOOO OFC THEYRE GETTING INTERRUPTED

- "wheres hermie?" IM DONE

- NORMAL CANT SEE HERMIES BODY OH MY LORDDD

- anthony rushing them away. i cannot. i cannot

- "well fix it" im done

- NORMAL GOES TO PICK THEM UP.

- I CANT DO THIS.

- "this marriage has one less spouse but heavens got one more little angel" MATTHEW ARNOLD CAN U NOT.

- im sitting here in shock through all of this

- "just be happy ur not in hell" shut up anthony too soon

- thank god normal didnt take damage again

- lincoln cool scar era okay

- NORMAL PANICKING LOOKING FOR SPELL COMPONENTS LIKE HE DID W TERRY JR I CANTTTT

- HENRY OAK GARCIA. SAVE ME HENRY

- LARK AND SPARROW GIVING EACH OTHER A LOOK HELP ME. HELP ME

- NORMAL DOING SENSE MOTIVE AGAIN STOP IT

- AND GETTING A 1 AGAIN!!!!!

- theyre back home.

- "VOTE WILLY"?????

- "u guys ready to see him?" NO. NO IM NOT

- ty for protecting dood scary :[

- NORMAL IS HOLDING HERMIES HAND AND TALKING TO THEM. WILL CAMPOS DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

- ANTHONY STOP RUBBING IN HOW DEAD THEY ARE

- "the only thing keeping u together is the absolute ignorance u have of the fact that maybe the only person who ever showed u any real affection in the last couple years of ur life is dead" anthony burch im hunting u down.

- STOPPPPP NOT THE AD

- THE OLD EARTH WHOOOA

- is the dude w the white beard that "new fan fave npc" will was talking about lol

- HENRY REVEAL. HENRY REVEAL!!!!

- BARRY?????

- I SCREAMED I ACTUALLY SCREAMED

- I DIDNT KNOW IF WE WERE GONNA GET BARRY BACK. NO WAY

- MERCEDES IS DEAD..... STOP IM CRYING AGAIN

- THEM ALL CALLING HERMIE THEIR FRIEND. OOUGH

- UR FUCKING KIDDING. ANTHONY DO NOT TEASE US LIKE THIS

- "MADE OF GOOF MATTER" UR JOKING

- NORMALS SNAPPING OHHHH GOD

- NORMAL. NORMAL ISTG.

- NORMALS TRYINF TO BRING THEM TO SCAM?????

- HOLY FUCK......

- THEYRE IN THE SIMPSONS NOW.

- SCAM LIKELY. MY FUCKING ENEMY.

- WHY DOES HE. WHY DOES HE ACTUALLY CARE. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS THERES NO WAY

- "HES MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD" SHOOT ME.

- THEY DONT HAVE A SOUL.

- WTF IS SCAM GONNA DO

- ANTHONY I DONT TRUST U ONE BIT

- anthony burch. i hate u

- okay scam apologizing does feel good

- "I DONT WANT ANOTHER ONE I WANT THIS ONE" AND PUNCHES HIM. OH. MY GOD.

- "u feel like home for some reason" WAILS

- OH MY GOD SCARYS GONNA TELL NORMAL.

- GUYS I CANT DO THIS I REALLY CANT

- THE TREE. WILL CAMPOS PLZ

- HENRY TOLD NORMAL HES PROUD OF HIM. NOBODY TALK TO ME AGAIN EVER

- ty henry for giving normal what he needed im gonna sob my eyes out

- THEYRE GONNA PUT THE SUN BACK.

- THE FUCKING. THE FUCKING SUNRISE

- MATT OLD LADY NPC

- WHAT IS THIS FUCKING IMPROV

- CHAPARRAL.

- DONT FUCKIJF HIT ME UP

- "i liked u too" sighs.

- "GOODNIGHT SWEET PRINCE" END ME.

- "hermie u definitely were one of us" SOBS

- "i did notice u. thanks for everything" AAUAGAUHH

- LINK SAID NOTHING FOR HERMIE GOOD GOD

- "lark shakes ur hand, sparrow goes in for a hug" ough.

- OH MY GOD HENRYS GONNA SEE CODE PURPLE.

- HOLY SHIT YALL THIS IS BIG

- THEYRE TEACHING HERO AND NORMAL HOW TO SHOOT.

- BABY NORMALLLL

- "help me normal, only u can save me normal" WTF??? WTF????

- WHAT THE FUCK.

- guys i made it through. [confetti falls on me]

#siren says #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers

[krysta-cross]

Don’t Rain on my parade (part 2)

So I made a second spicy part to appease lol jk 🤭 I am half awake drinking coffee as I write this filth lol

Tagging: @thevoidwriting here is the 2nd part

Warning: this second part is spicy, filthy, nsfw— read at your own risk

Link to the first part: https://www.tumblr.com/krysta-cross/722418740682162176/dont-rain-on-my-parade

Rain instructed his colleagues to take care of the injured students as the test came to an end. He is still carrying you in his arms and lay you down on his bed, he immediately summoned the best healing mages of the academy to his quarters to tend on your injuries. He specifically instructed them to do the best they can to make sure you will live to see tomorrow or he will punish them immensely, not even showing his pent up guilt of causing this. The poor threatened mages put in their best effort to heal your wounds and change your clothes, after hours of spells they succeeded in saving your life. One of them went to tell Rain about the treatment success. “Head mage, we managed to heal her severe wound, her scratches and bruises and performed transfusion to make up for her blood loss. She will be awake later on.” he bowed his head down as he speak to the purple and gold clad mage who keenly watched as they do their job. “Very well, you both can leave now and assist the other injured fledglings.” he ordered and the pair immediately scurry out of the room.

The water mage sat down on the bedside to take a closer look at you. On your unconscious state he took his sweet time observing your now steady breaths, your lips slightly parted and your chest rising and falling as you breathe. “You have potential, you just need to undergo training and you can aid me on my works after sometime, little vixen…” he whispered and caressed your warm cheek. He can’t help but to stare at your calm face and lean closer, now inches away where he can feel your warm exhales from your lips.

You then opened your eyes and it met his so close so you felt threatened, the flashback of the previous fight unearthed from your memory. Your shocked response is to push him but you’re still too weak to even do so, the mage felt you’re threatened so he held both your hands that is on his chest and said “Apologies for startling you, I am just checking if you’re alright now, don’t force yourself to move…”

You snatched your hands away from his grasp and positioned yourself to sit upright, your back on the headboard. “What happened to our test? Did I pass?” you asked anxiously, knowing that your last attack didn’t even leave a scratch on him. “You did, I admit I didn’t expect you to use your own blood to shoot at me and that’s impressive, though it’s so weak it didn’t even made an impact. Nevertheless you did splendidly out of all the newbies so I will congratulate you and take you as my personal apprentice from today on, Y/N. Be prepared for the hellish training I will put you through to hone your talents.” he told you and that filled your heart with glee and dread at the same time as he had mentioned a hellish training but you sighed heavily to ease the building tension and spoke “Thank you master Rain, I will be in your care then, please be patient with me as I am really clueless sometimes but I am very much willing to learn from you!” your voice tone rises as you talk to him, you simply cannot contain the excitement as you just didn’t manage to pass but the head mage acknowledged your talents and took you as his personal student. That itself is a golden opportunity for a nobody like you.

Rain chuckled as he heard your response,”You are indeed something, Y/N. I gotta admit I am not a patient type of person but I will try to be patient with you as you wish, please do the same for me.“ he said and tucked some of your hair behind your ear which stunned you and left you speechless.

The head mage moved closer to you from where he was sitting a while ago and cupped your face and whispered in his husky voice “You’re beautiful up close, Y/N. Did you cast a spell on me to be drawn to you like this?” he leans so close, you can feel his breath near your lips, seemingly waiting for your reaction but you are too stunned to even react so he took his chance and kissed you, his playful tongue played around your warm mouth and you can’t help but moan as he conquered your lips. You can feel his hands crawling around your body, making their way under your top and his warmth are sending sparks of heat in you that you feel your knees weaken even if you’re sitting upright on the bed that you wrapped your arms around his neck for support as his kiss goes deeper and intense he is now going down on your neck down to your collar bone, trailing kiss marks over them as he go.

“Uhhhnnnn, m-master Rain…” you uttered softly as you feel his touches and kisses all over you.

“Y/N, you drive me crazy and it’s unbelievable since we’ve just met… I can’t stop myself for wanting you this bad.” he whispered in your ear and that made your heart skip a beat. Never in your wildest dream you thought someone as beautiful and majestic as this man will be mad for you this fast. The surge of your emotions got you washed over and you kissed him back, throwing your inhibitions out of the window which he reciprocated with a tight hug and another deep kiss, the heat of the moment consumed you as you went on.

You knew the man is experienced as he already removed your bra under your shirt and already working on the tied belt on your waist. His impatience showing as he is doing all this so fast while his mouth is busy silencing yours that your moans are all kept in, a way not to make anyone hear a sound from this secluded chamber.

He managed to remove your top clothing and pulled off from the kiss to appreciate the half naked beauty in front of him. You felt anxious under his gazes and hugged yourself but he pinned your arms above your head and indulged himself on your rich mounds, he has a way with his mouth that he knew how to tease you from there. You bit your lower lip to stop the impending sounds lumping on your throat as he romances you, you can feel his other hand touching your inner thighs, his fingers are now playing on your still clothed clit that you can feel yourself getting wet on each stroke.

He stopped teasing your nipples and went back to torridly kissing you, he lets go of your hands in hostage so he can use his other hand to caress your breast as his other hand is working on removing your last pieces of clothing. Your tied on belt is already undone a while ago so he yanked your skirt and shorts down, leaving only your thin silk lace panty covering you.

He pulled away from you and you blankly stared at the man removing his clothes in front of you, leaving nothing on. His godly features in full glory for you to see. You can feel your tension rising as you look at his erect dick, your mind trying to process if this size will even fit where it will.

“Keep your drool in check, Y/N. I don’t like them on my covers.” he said and laughed as you touched your mouth to check if you are drooling which isn’t the case, you felt embarrassed as he got you like that.

You turned your head away in embarrassment but you are taken by surprise as he lifted you up, his hands are on each of your thighs, supporting your weight as he positioned himself between your legs, you don’t have an option but to grab onto his bulky shoulders, your face are now so close and you can feel his heartbeat as your chests are pressed against each other.

“Can we go all the way, Y/N?” he sweetly asked, staring at you while waiting for your response.

Your mind is in shambles, you know you’re inexperienced in this aspect as you spent most of your life training and didn’t even date anyone until now. You felt like you will bore him or if you can take on his size but the sensation and heat of the moment won you over and the only words you can come up with to tell him is “make me yours…”

After hearing your reply, Rain spared no time to proceed. You can feel his hardness pressing on your wet opening with only your thin underwear in between them. He pushed the cloth aside and you can feel him entering slowly, your virginity is already his to take in few moments but you are too drunk on your desires to even think straight. The pain as he makes his way in intensifies that you hugged him tighter, buried your head on his neck in an attempt to stop yourself from letting out any sound. He felt you trembling in his arms so he gently kissed your ear and say “I’m sorry if this hurts but I can stop if you want…”. His concern touched you that the pain was slowly numbed by his words like magic. “Don’t stop, please…” you begged in between your breaths and braced yourself for him. You can feel him pushing his hard dick deeper into your cunt and finally made it all the way in, you can feel him throbbing inside your wet, warm cave. You gasped as he started to go in and out, his thrusts goes faster and deeper that you can’t hide your screams of pleasure which is like a sweet music in his ears.

“Y/N, you are mine and only mine!” he said in a commanding voice as he rammed his merciless cock deeper, he placed you gently down the bed without pulling out and continued to thrust in and out of your warm slick cunt. “R-Rain unghh~ haaaaaahhhh…” you muttered as you feel him touching the sweet spot and teasing your body with his playful hands. You can hear his soft moans and breathing as he went on, his body heat engulfing your frail body under his like a warm blanket on a winter day. His movements are becoming faster, his breaths getting deeper and you can just moan in ecstasy. He used his strong arms to lift his upper body off of you, he is now staring at you, under him as he continues to move. You reached your now sweaty hands to touch his face, this moment seems like a dream that touching him and feeling this warmth radiating from his tanned skin still feels unreal.

“Rain… give it all to me…” you said as you feel him tensing up inside you, signifying he is nearing his climax and so are you.

He smirked and leaned down, his lips touching your ear and whispered “I don’t plan on pulling out, Y/N.” His words with his warm breath sent tickles on your feet as you felt him going faster and hugging you so tight as he let his seeds flood inside you, coating your walls with the warm fluid that you feel it overflowing out of you.

You are still floating in pleasure, catching your breath after that intense love making that your body feels numb for a while, you can still feel his weight over you and he slowly lifts himself up and pulls out, he watched as his cum flows out of you and smiles. He noticed that his purple bed covers are stained with a mixture of your bodily fluid with the blood being the most vibrant one, he is too engrossed with your activity to notice it.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he worriedly asked, the mage seemed to be always worried every time he sees your blood.

“Mmm, yes… I think so… ugh—” you answered weakly and grunts, the body pains slowly creeping up to you now as the adrenaline dies down.

“You’re a virgin, did you not regret giving it to me?” the water mage asked, as he rolled on your side to face you.

“I told you to make me yours and you did, I think regret is out of the question.” you assured him and caressed his cheek.

“Y/N, you don’t have any idea how you made me happy today… you are mine and I am yours now. I hope I can make you happy, always.” Rain told you as he planted a kiss on your lips.

“This is more than I could ask for…” you said and leaned your head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat like a slow lullaby as you fell asleep.

Hope this is good enough haha~

#mortal kombat fandom #mortal kombat rain #rain mortal kombat #mk rain x reader #mage rain x reader

[the-rewatch-rewind]

I have...many thoughts about this tale as old as time

Script below the break

Hello and welcome back to The Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched movies in a 20-year period. Today I will be discussing number 17 on my list: Disney’s 1991 animated musical Beauty and the Beast, directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise, written by Linda Woolverton, and featuring the voice talents of Paige O’Hara, Robby Benson, Richard White, Jerry Orbach, David Ogden Stiers, and Angela Lansbury.

I assume that most people have at least some familiarity with this movie, but in case you don’t remember the premise, allow me to set the stage with some words that are not my own which I have had memorized for most of my life: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle, and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away, to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast? Spoiler alert: a beauty but a funny girl named Belle, once he finds the way to her heart through his library.

I can’t remember a time when I hadn’t seen this movie. My grandparents had it on VHS, so I watched it a lot at their house when I was young. As a child, I didn’t love Beauty and the Beast quite as much as The Lion King, but I always enjoyed it, and if anyone asked me who my favorite Disney Princess was, the answer was always Belle, I think mostly because we had a similar hair color and we both loved books. But as I got a little bit older, maybe around middle school, I started relating to Belle on a much deeper level. Because while I always did have a few close friends, I never really felt like I fit in with my peers. My schoolmates generally thought I was weird, and not that I think most of them cared much about me one way or the other, but sometimes I felt a lot like I was in that opening number, when Belle is walking through town reading and everybody’s singing about how strange she is. Through all of that, Belle is too absorbed in her book to really hear what any of them are saying. And that was a lot like me. I knew I didn’t fit in, but I also didn’t want to if that meant I had to change my interests or who I was. And as I was entering the age when most kids start really caring what other kids think of them, Belle told me it was okay to keep doing my own thing. And that’s around when Beauty and the Beast surpassed The Lion King as my favorite Disney movie. I cannot even begin to guess how many times I had seen it before I started keeping track, but I watched it five times in 2003, three times in 2004, once in each year from 2005 through 2007, twice in 2008, once in 2009, twice in 2010, once in each year from 2011 through 2013, once in 2018, once in 2020, and once in 2022. I think the break between 2013 and 2018 reflects the fact that I only owned it on VHS, and the main VCR I had access to broke around then. My most recent views were on Disney+ as part of my ranking Disney movies project with my brother. We ended up putting Beauty and the Beast at number 2, which I think is a little higher than he would have put it, but we put The Little Mermaid, his favorite, at number 3, which is a little higher than I would have put it, and I like that our ranking reflects our combined taste. I know I was biased, but rewatching it then reminded me of how much I still love this movie. I basically have the whole thing memorized, but every rewatch still feels magical. I recognize that it’s not perfect, but the things I love about it far outweigh the things that bug me about it.

Aside from the protagonist being a more adventurous version of me, the thing I’ve always loved most about this movie is its music. Every note of the score is gorgeous and contributes greatly to the film’s magical tone. The opening notes in particular are beautifully haunting and still give me chills. Every single song is an absolute banger, full of stellar lyrics and delightfully catchy melodies. Belle and its reprise, Gaston and its reprise, Be Our Guest, Something There, The Mob Song, and the Oscar-winning title song are all among the studio’s best numbers. No team of composers can top the magic of Howard Ashman and Alan Menken. They had just triumphed with The Little Mermaid, and they proved that that wasn’t a fluke with these equally impressive jams. Devastatingly, Ashman passed away before Beauty and the Beast was even released, so although he had started working on Aladdin, this would be the final Disney soundtrack written entirely by the two of them. Obviously I still enjoy songs from other Disney movies, but I don’t feel like they quite reach the same level as the Howard Ashman ones. Ashman was also the executive producer of Beauty and the Beast, and he apparently significantly influenced the story, particularly when it came to fleshing out the character of the Beast, so this movie owes a lot to him. Although I don’t want to diminish the work of the screenwriter, Linda Woolverton, who became the first woman to write a Disney animated feature film script.

Knowing that the screenplay was written by a woman and the song lyrics were written by a gay man dying of AIDS in the late 80s to early 90s, it’s not incredibly surprising that the story’s main antagonists are toxic masculinity and mob mentality. Gaston is an unusual Disney villain because he doesn’t have magical powers or political ambitions; he’s just some guy with a giant ego who thinks he is entitled to the prettiest girl in town. He cannot comprehend her rejection (which is an amazing scene), and so he concocts a nefarious scheme to get her father committed to an asylum unless she agrees to marry him. Then when he sees the Beast as a romantic rival, he stirs up the townsfolk into an angry mob to storm the castle that they apparently didn’t even know existed until now, which means if they’d stopped to think for a moment they would have realized the Beast was not actually a threat to their safety, but mob mentality defies logic. The Mob Song is probably the least acclaimed number on the soundtrack, but I think it’s absolutely perfect, particularly the lyric, “We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us.” I know there’s been some debate about whether Howard Ashman intended for this movie to make a statement about the AIDS crisis, but you can’t tell me that line doesn’t perfectly apply to anti-LGBT+ attitudes, both then and now. And of course, Gaston is another perfect villain song, in that it’s almost a parody of a hero song. It’s a sort of Mame/Hello Dolly style number, sung by drunken buffoons who are praising the strangest qualities with delightfully tongue-in-cheek lyrics. Gaston eats sixty eggs?! Every morning?!?! I still don’t even really know how to process that, but I appreciate the way that line, as well as the entire song and character of Gaston, perfectly demonstrate the ridiculous standards society places on men to achieve an acceptable level of masculinity, as well as the way society teaches men (particularly straight cis white men) that they are entitled to whatever they want.

The Beast is an interesting contrast to Gaston. (Side note: I know a lot of people consider the Beast’s real name to be Adam, but that came from a video game that was released later, and as far as I can tell it’s not actually canon in the movie, so I’m going to keep referring to him as the Beast.) Anyway, at first, he too suffers from an extreme sense of entitlement. Gaston’s whole planning their wedding and getting it all set up outside her house and then informing her that they were getting married must have seemed almost reasonable to Belle in hindsight after the Beast imprisons her in his castle in the hopes that that will make her learn to love him. But, unlike Gaston, the Beast is willing to learn. He’s been living as a monster for so long that it takes time for him to find his humanity again, but once he does, he releases Belle, and it’s only after that when she grows to love him. I do feel like there is a way to watch this movie and take away the message that you should stay with an abusive partner in the hopes that you can change them, and I want to acknowledge that that has probably caused harm. But I feel like, as I previously said about Cinderella, the general perception of this movie doesn’t actually line up with what it’s really about. This seems to happen to a lot of Disney princesses. No, Cinderella is not just doing chores and waiting around for a man, and no, Ariel did not give up her voice for a man, and no, Belle does not stay in a toxic relationship in order to change a man. Also, it’s 2023, can we all please agree to stop talking about Stockholm syndrome? It was invented by police in the 1970s to discredit a female hostage who had criticized the way they handled the situation she was in, it’s not a real thing. And even if it was, Belle does not love the Beast while she’s his prisoner, nor does she actively seek to change him into the person she wants him to be. He does the work to become a better version of himself, and then she loves him and wants to be around him. I’m not saying that anyone should try to model real life relationships after theirs, but it’s still very important to me for everyone to understand that Belle canonically does not fall in love with her jailor. If she had, the spell would have broken the moment the Beast told her to leave, since that’s when he started truly loving her. She doesn’t love him in return until he has demonstrated that he cares about her happiness and respects her ability to make her own decisions. And it’s totally fair if you don’t think that’s enough for him to earn her forgiveness for the way he treated her at first. But personally I love stories about forgiving people who may or may not deserve it, which is a big part of why I enjoy this movie so much.

I realize that, given how much I’ve complained in previous episodes about how there’s too much romance in movies, it may seem strange how emphatically I’m defending the central romance of Beauty and the Beast, but here’s the thing. It took me a very long time to understand this, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Belle and the Beast’s relationship the same way that alloromantic, allosexual people do. My first glimpse of this was seeing people analyzing their relationship online and saying, among other things, that since Belle fell in love with the Beast before he transformed back into a human, she must be into bestiality. I do think this is mainly said by people who delight in “ruining childhoods” by inserting mature themes into children’s media, which is just…a very weird hobby to have, but it made me realize that I had never seen their relationship as sexual even after the Beast became human. Which, again, I don’t think you’re supposed to because it’s an animated kids’ movie, but what I’m trying to say is that the whole “love implies romance implies sex” mindset had never occurred to me, in general, but also specifically regarding this movie. Because the thing is, the prologue doesn’t say, “if he could learn to fall in romantic and sexual love with another, and earn romantic and sexual love in return, then the spell would be broken”; what it says is “learn to love another.” (Side note: the soundtrack says “and earn their love in return” but the actual movie changes the pronoun to “her” which I find a bit irritating but oh well.) I didn’t have the language for this until recently, but I can say now that I have never seen Belle and the Beast’s relationship as romantic either, at least in the traditional definition of romantic. And I think that’s another part of the reason I was so drawn to this movie in my adolescence. At the age when allo people start developing crushes, the only kind of partnership I was even remotely interested in was what Belle and the Beast had: someone to hang out with and feed birds or have a snowball fight or dance or read or whatever, with big enough living quarters that you could go off and do your own thing when you didn’t want the other person around.

And I don’t know, maybe all of that sounds romantic to some people, and before I knew aromanticism was a thing I probably would have called it romantic too. A lot of people with significant others say that those kinds of things are the best parts of their relationship, but there always seems to be an understanding that romance and sex are necessary aspects of a partnership like that, even if they’re not the most important aspects. Certainly the servants see the development of the Beast and Belle’s relationship as romantic, especially Mrs. Potts, who doesn’t think her son Chip is old enough to hear about it. The song “Something There” is clearly meant to imply that the “something” is romantic love. And yet. Somehow it doesn’t feel the same to me as other romantic love stories, particularly other Disney romantic love stories. Usually the protagonist and the love interest see each other and BAM! Sparks. But Belle and the Beast seem more like people who were forced to be roommates and eventually grew to respect and care about each other. A sort of Elphaba/Galinda dynamic, if you will, although I know a lot of people see their relationship as romantic as well. We are so steeped in the message that the highest and deepest form of love is romantic and sexual, that trying to argue that two people aren’t in romantic love with each other is often seen as trying to lessen their feelings for each other. But there are other very strong forms of love, and Belle and the Beast’s relationship feels to me like it falls outside of the normative romantic standards of our society. I mean, yes, they do kiss, but besides that I feel like most of their positive interactions are things friends could do together. And long before I knew about being aromantic, I knew that if I ever were to get married, I would want it to basically be just like hanging out with a good friend every day. And that’s how I imagine Belle and the Beast’s relationship continues after the events of the movie. Both of them really needed a friend before they met, so I feel like they would both be happy with a close platonic relationship. I’m not trying to claim that this is what the movie meant to imply; I’m just saying that realizing that I didn’t see their relationship as romantic helped reinforce my understanding of my romantic orientation. Also, the VHS tape that I have is the special edition, which includes a deleted scene, part of which involves Belle helping the Beast re-learn how to read, which is very sweet, and which again I think a lot of people could interpret as romantic, but which could also be interpreted as one friend sharing their hobby with another.

The other part of that deleted scene is the song Human Again. This was also added back in when the movie was adapted into a Broadway show, and while I don’t think it’s strictly necessary, I do greatly enjoy the way it further develops the sidekick characters. Even without that number, I find them extremely fascinating. Lots of Disney heroes have sidekicks, but most of them are focused on helping the protagonist and/or love interest purely out of friendship and loyalty. For example, Sebastian, Flounder, and Scuttle try to get Eric to kiss Ariel because they know how much she wants to be human permanently. Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and the rest of the household objects similarly try to get the Beast and Belle together, but they have their own motivations for doing so. They’re tired of being household objects; they want their human bodies back. And that’s what leads them to give the Beast dating tips and to defend him to Belle, even though he clearly hasn’t been treating them very well. And on top of that, they’re just very fun characters, and their design is so aesthetically appealing. When I was a kid, Lumiere was my favorite, I think mostly because I liked the color yellow and I enjoyed his French accent. Now I’m not sure why if they’re all French only like two characters have French accents, especially since Jerry Orbach normally had an American accent, but whatever, I still love it. As I got older, I realized I was more of a Cogsworth, as a constantly anxious rules-oriented nerd. Cogsworth is also, if not aromantic, at least cynical about romance, as evidenced by his amazing line, “There’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…” which was improvised by David Ogden Stiers, who was gay, so I’m claiming Cogsworth as a queer character. And then of course there’s Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Potts, who didn’t think her voice was strong enough for the title song but then nailed it in one take. She seems a little old to be the mother of a young child, although maybe she adopted Chip? And all the other teacups, whom she refers to as his brothers and sisters? Or maybe the curse made children stop aging, but not adults?

I have so many questions about the timeline of this story. Like, how long is Belle in the castle? In some ways it feels like a few days, and in others, several years. The prologue states that the rose would bloom until the Beast’s 21st year, and Be Our Guest establishes that they’ve been cursed for 10 years – most of which I have to assume they spent choreographing and rehearsing that astonishingly epic number. Holy moly I never get tired of watching that scene, shout out to the forks doing the can-can on the chandelier, but I digress. This 10-year gap between the beginning of the curse and the rose wilting implies that the entire castle was cursed because an 11-year-old child wouldn’t let a stranger into his house, which feels like an incredibly unreasonable response from the enchantress. I suppose the prologue could have meant his 21st year as a beast, so it could have been 10 years between the curse and when Belle first arrived, and then Belle could have been there for 11 years before the last petal fell, but then I don’t understand why it would have taken Belle’s father Maurice that long to go after her, considering the castle could not be more than a few hours by horse away from their village, or why Gaston wouldn’t have given up pursuing her after all that time. Not to mention that nobody seems to have aged. The only explanation that somewhat satisfies me is that perhaps the rose bloomed fully until the Beast turned 21, and then the petals slowly began falling over several years after that, but that still doesn’t really make a ton of sense. Not that it really matters at all, I just like to over-analyze things like this. Anyway, the stage show got around at least some of my questions by changing the prologue to say that the rose would bloom “for many years.” The stage show also changed it so the objects were becoming less animate over time, and when the last petal fell they would be forever frozen, and I like the way that heightens their stakes even more.

While I’m talking about the stage show, I’d like to mention that Beauty and the Beast was the first Disney animated movie to be adapted for Broadway, which I think makes perfect sense because the movie already feels a lot like a Broadway show, especially in terms of the musical numbers. I believe the first national tour was the first live musical I ever saw, when I was around six or seven years old, and it definitely fueled my love of musical theater. I saw it for the second time at the same theatre just last year. It was the first public performance there since the pandemic shutdown, and it was so beautiful and energetic and moving that I sobbed into my mask through most of it. What a wonderful way to be welcomed back to the world of live theater.

Anyway, I know that this story is weird and kind of disturbing and doesn’t make complete sense when you think about it too hard, but it’s told so beautifully that none of that really matters. At its heart, it’s about overcoming prejudices and seeing the humanity in everyone. The Beast was cursed because he was repulsed by the old beggar woman’s appearance. Belle is initially repulsed by his appearance, while he initially sees her as just a means to break the spell. Once they get to know each other as people, they are able to form a deep and powerful connection. Belle has also been very judged for her appearance. The entire opening number is about how the villagers are annoyed that she doesn’t act the way a beautiful girl is supposed to act. And of course Gaston thinks she will be thrilled to marry him, since they are the two most beautiful people in town, apparently. This is an attitude that a lot of asexual people encounter. There seems to be a widespread misconception that asexuality isn’t really a thing, and that people only identify as asexual because they’re not attractive enough to find a partner. So when people like that encounter someone they find attractive who identifies as asexual, they feel the need to “reassure” the asexual person that they’re “too good-looking to be asexual.” It’s kind of similar to the stereotype that only ugly girls are bookish, and that Belle is therefore “funny” for reading while pretty. Because the human brain is so good at finding patterns and categorizing things, even people who don’t try treat others based on stereotypes are unconsciously biased in some way. We always have more to learn about other people. And while it is bittersweet and strange to find that you can change and learn that you were wrong, it’s also incredibly worth it. I love that this movie taught me that at a young age.

Thank you for listening to me discuss – or, more accurately, ramble on about – another of my most frequently rewatched movies. I love this one so much that I find it difficult to articulate my thoughts about it, but hopefully at least some of what I’ve said made a little bit of sense. Beauty and the Beast is my most-rewatched animated film, and therefore the last one I will talk about on this podcast, but I hope you will stay tuned as I struggle to articulate my love for the remaining 16 live-action films on my list. As always, I will leave you with a quote from the next movie: “To do then now would be retro. To do then then was very now-tro, if you will.”

#beauty and the beast #disney #the rewatch rewind #my longest solo episode yet

[docholligay]

I am, today, thirty-six years old. 

In Judaism, eighteen is the number for life, owing to what largely comes down to spelling, and the order of the Hebrew alphabet, but what comes to have cultural meaning very often has little to do with sense. We create guideposts in our lives like cairns marking a trail, to let us know we are still on the path, and why we put them where they are isn’t nearly so important as they fact that they are there. 

Thirty-six, is double life. I have done twice as much living as the last time. 

I can sometimes frustrate myself, in thinking that I don’t change much, that despite my efforts to move forward, I am an ill-tempered and stubborn little shit. That I never learn. That every year things go around, and I am back to where I started. 

But I see the cairn, on the path, and I remember the last one. 

Who was I, at eighteen? I was nonpracticing, I was on my own in nearly every possible sense. I was seeking to bury myself, in a nonliteral but also perhaps extremely literal sense, in heavy drinking, in living hard, in picking fights with people twice my size, in more than a few drug-based incidents. I sought something, and I had no idea what that was. 

I was lonely for myself, in many ways. Back then I would have told you the odds of me seeing thirty-six were dodgy at best, and I was more or less satisfied with that. Nothing gold can stay, I would have said, with a blend of drama, surrender, and intense, unmitigated arrogance that makes me roll my eyes as I sit here thinking about it. 

I don’t mean to say that I was a bad person, and now I am a good one. I think that flattens us both, me and her, the girl I used to be. The girl who had not yet become Doc, even in name. She wasn’t all bad. She had my same impulsive generosity and deep curiosity. She was very brave, to a fault. But she wasn’t near as smart as she thought she was, nor her tragedies quite as beautiful. She was having a pretty bad time, but some of it was her own damn fault. 

In the same way, the woman I’ve become isn’t all good. I’m still ill-tempered, though decidedly more likely to make myself take a lap around the block before deciding to act. I’m scatterbrained and forgetful to a point that makes me furious with myself, often. I’m very stubborn, and find myself having to go back and apologize when it would have been better not to snap in the first place. To learn how to relent. 

But, Doc of thirty-six does apologize. So there’s that. 

I looked at a picture of myself at eighteen, probably about a week ago. I was pretty, long red hair cascading down my back, bright blue eyes accentuated with contacts and a delicate cheek, being brushed by the summer sun. I am in a pink sundress made of old vintage material I found at the MRM, and there are a few freckles dappling my shoulders from the hot of that summer. There are so many things I would tell her, so many dreams she’ll get to fulfill that she’d already written off in what she assumed was the exchange for a life lived in freedom. So many edges that are going to be softened by time, and that she’ll be surprised how grateful she is for that. She’d probably laugh out loud if I leaned against the doorframe of that shitty and cold one room cottage on the back of a ranch and told her she’d go to Europe. She’d write, and people would read it. 

She’d forgive her parents their failings. 

A life cannot be lived backward, whatever the combined wisdom of Merlin and Benjamin Button say, and largely I’ve avoided looking too much behind me. Doc is dead, long live Doc. Anything from my past that wants to get at me has to call to me and then catch up. I don’t wait for it. 

Maybe that’s something I can work on for fifty-four. 

Because looking back at that eighteen year old has shown me some things about thirty-six year old me. I am good at looking at myself with a critical eye. I know my flaws intimately, and I can list them very quickly. I don’t try to make them cute. I am not one of those people who says, ‘Oh I just CARE too much about people’s feelings and don’t care about my own,’ or one of those flaws that is meant mostly to express how good and tender one is. I am not. I know this about myself. 

But seeing how far I’ve come, means something. I’m not as gentle or calm as some of my friends I admire, but I have grown in patience and understanding by wide miles. I still have a quick temper, but I don’t always allow it to drive my actions. I make myself take a step back. My lifestyle shows a desire to live and love, and to be loved, instead of burn myself to the ground. I have taken so much of my immense intensity and turned it toward goodness and help and community. 

I still have a fire, but it gives warmth and light more like a parlor fire, less like a blazing house. 

I can be proud of that. I would have been on everyone’s top ten lists to die before she was thirty, and here I stand, six years after that fact, not a perfect woman, or even a good one, but someone I think who pursues goodness. I try. Not always hard enough, and not always in the right ways, but I try. Eighteen year old me was not trying. 

And I can forgive her for that too. I know she does, eventually. She keeps walking. 

[amemai]

post - canon headcanons because everyone is being funny today

to preface; it's. . . complicated about whether or not the konan vs obito fight goes down. it quite literally depends on the verse, with either gem or sage's obito. i think it's safe to say as a default, that if it does happen, she is wounded (stabbed with the broken pipe, namely) and left for dead, but obito can't quite bring himself to kill her. she recovers, albeit she forces that recovery to process faster via usage of smuggled military ration pills, which was an extremely dangerous decision. had it gone wrong, she could've entered cardiac arrest. she's very lucky to be alive, but it is not without damage. in addition to the obvious physical scars, post - war konan cannot overexert herself or even risk masive depletion of her chakra storages. where others may suffer extreme fatigue, it will undoubtedly kill her. (again, verse dependant hc)

having allied with the five kages with the proposition of 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' & 'you don't have a choice; you need me', konan has since begrudgingly earned their trust and restored amegakure's good graces with the other villages. not that she particularly cares, as she still harbors resentment to them, especially konoha and iwagakure. but, it's necessary.

konan is the leader of amegakure, her title as lady angel remains the same. she works tirelessly to rebuild her nation from the ground up. in the initial aftermath of the war, many of the other larger villages make proclamations promising to help & offer reparations, claiming it's a new beginning. many of these promises fall through, with some of the kages' support and communication efforts dwindling on their part before ghosting entirely. sadly, konan more or less expected this.

to focus on the rebuilding and betterment of her village, konan makes the drastic decision to actually dismantle the shinobi system within, such as the ridding of the literal child soldier academies. amegakure also withdraws all participation from the chunin exams because of this, a controversial choice which earns ire and suspicion from the other kages. they worry that ame is turning isolationist and 'plotting something' again. it's bullshit. again, konan expected that reaction.

if there are any akatsuki members still alive, they are welcomed to take refuge in ame, since it's unlikely their home villages will receive them. the nature of konan's relationship with them depends on the individiual. but she likes to think of this offer as the start of an apology of sorts, depending on how this member was (forcibly) recruited. but she will not hesitate to throw them out if they prove to be troublesome and threaten the ame citizens.

she suffers from survivor's guilt immensely. she also feels guilt for her participation in jiraiya's death, as she really did view him as a father figure at one point in her life. (note: my take on jiraiya & the ame orphans is more complex than what unfolded in canon; he did not purposely abandon them, to start) how does she cope? she. . . doesn't. she throws herself into distractions via work and hopes for the best!

one would think that, without nagato around anymore and prioritizing his care over her own, that konan would adapt. she does not. she continues to put others before herself and neglect herself at times, often forgetting to eat or depriving herself of sleep just because there is so much to be done. dizzy spells, headaches, or even blacking out from exhaustion at her desk are common occurences.

do not. under any circumstances. bring up nagato / the past in a means of criticizing him to her. it does not matter if your point is correct, it does not matter if at one point in this time is something she might've hotly debated with nagato when he was alive. she will always love her dearest friend and mourn that he lived a miserable life (and had to suffer a second time via edo tensei) and believes he did the best that he could when dealt with a terrible hand by life itself.

#headcanons. #need to work on my tags too lol

[thewaywardbruja]

~ Witchy UPDATE ~

I dont even.

So literally, the last journal was super sad and depressed.

And I apologize.

--

I have really been struggling with my Grandma being gone. The last few months havent been easy for me. Today marks 5 Months since she was taken from me, and not a day goes by that I dont think about her.

Shes made it apparent, and shown me that she's with me, more than once in dreams.

And today, on the 5 Month anniversary, I am making the decision to move forward. I cant stay this way. I'm afraid with this depression and stress and sadness I am feeling I'm going to give myself a heart attack. I dont want to end up like my Dad.

I have to do this for myself, for my mental health.

I'm not forgetting what happened, or leaving my Grandma behind, I am doing what she would want me to do, and live my life. To keep going without her. She would want me to be happy, and living my best life, not sad and losing myself in grief.

So thats what I'm going to do. I'm going to force myself to get out of this depression, grief and sadness. I miss her immensely. I feel like there is a hole in my life. The circle of people I trust is very small, and I lost a part of that circle.

But I cannot keep living the way I am living.

--

The positives to come out of this?

I found Witchcraft, and I'm finding myself through it. I have been on an incredible witchy journey, and I love every moment of the time I spend working on my craft. Its wonderful. Its been a dream come true and its been something I have loved experimenting with spells and learning divination, and using the gifts I already had for positivity.

I have reconnected with my spirit guide, from childhood, have found answers to questions that I knew she would give me.

--

Today, I rediscovered the Therian side of me. After a lot of soul searching and a conversation with my spirit guide, she told me what I knew already, that I am a Therian, have always been a therian since I was young.

I walked away from it, when things got very stressful, and upsetting and I was dealing with a lot, and thought it wasnt me. But I was in reality denying its existence, in denial. Its always been there, waiting for me to remember who I was. My spirit guide supports me, and let me know that I have always been a Therian.

My wolf side has returned, in my clarity and it feels amazing! ~

--

So yeah, the Wolfy Witchy is here :D

It feels amazing to reawaken this part of myself as well as discover my witchy side. Its been such an amazing and wonderful ride, and I just feel blessed that I have such an amazing support team behind me.

--

I'm on a journey of self-discovery and I feel like its going really well, even if I was stuck in a cycle of depression and grief. I'm slowly coming out of it and realizing that I have to HAVE to keep living my life.

--

I'm feeling really good mentally today, and I just wanted to get everything I was feeling out in a journal.

I'm feeling clearer in the mind as well, and just seeing everything better now. I dont know what changed, but something in me has shifted and I am moving --- > forward.

--

I'm in a pretty positive place, and no one can steal that from me. I need to get back to my life, to myself, to my craft, and my journey. I've been stuck here for so long its time for me to move for myself.

The ultimate gift of self-care.

----

I will be posting tarot draws again when I get the time, been doing some, need to get through the ones I have already done, they are coming.

I started a new job and the schedule is pretty hectic. I'm still trying to get used to working long hours again and my body is just like meh. lol. But I'm excited and loving my new job as well. <3

---

I feel good, I feel powerful, and I feel like once more I am stepping into my power. I feel like I am seeing life for what it is, and the things I am doing now to move forward is me practicing the most beautiful self-care. It feels wonderful. <3

---

So I will see you guys soon! Probably with Tarot Draws :D xD

#hedge witch #witch #witchcraft #therian #wolf #white wolf #spirit guide #positivity #depression #healing #self-discovery #journey #spells #tarot #divination #finding myself #grief

[realhankmccoy]

my junkie ex -- been thinking about this subject matter a lot today since i'm still trying, trying to get clean -- used to say america loved The Dark Knight and its marijuana-fueled twists (it's a thing with heavier drug users that we like to mock the lame bourgeoisness of the gateway drug i have done this many times)

anyhow he said they loved the Dark Knight because what america wants but maybe doesnt even consciously know they want is some strong figure to come and wash away all the scum and dirt clean this place up restore order

and my friend Raymond is always going on about how these assholes want Batman nstead of Superman too

which is very true, certainly Babybro and the rest of the cucks do

they want that 'dark edge' even if they're too dumb to realise it stems from a born rich millionaire and the narrative is all about how the city people are a bunch of haplesss dupes corrupted nothing in the city or state works so here is

BORN WEALTHY PRIVATE ENTERPRISE TO THE RESCUE

and that's the appeal of Trump. he's not Superman (Raymond compares Superman to Bernie Sanders who's coming up with all this shit almost on his own because all the other politicians are bought off by their capitalist masters and lobbyists and just part and parcel of the town)

he's Batman

and he's here to put THE FEAR into you faggoteeth crooks and get yr act together! SHAPE UP! SQUARE UP! JASON YOU WILL WORK AN 8-5 JOB AND HEAR YOUR STRAIGHT BROTHER IS BETTER THAN YOU FOR WORKING LESS HOURS AND SUCKING UP 100% OF THE FAMILY WELFARE AGAIN!

JASON YOU WILL BE STRAIGHT AND A ONE WAY STREET OF GENEROSITY AGAIN! JASON YOU WILL BE A TOY STORY FACTORY OF A WRITER AGAIN!

JASON YOU WILL GO TO CHURCH TWICE A WEEK AGAIN!

if you don't want to do it, if you're not gonna square up Jason, not gonna shake up, MAYBE TRUMP WILL MAKE YOU SHAPE UP

what these cucks forget is

maybe i don't wanna obviously -- though they'd deny it -- they like the American government telling them who to be and what to do but i obvs don't

and THEY FORGOT TO ASK NICELY. if we're going to make america great again

... they'd better mind their manners

P's and

Q's

furthermore

even as somebody recovering from a chemical dependency

i still am far better than the 4 cucks, they will never catch up to me, i will always accomplish way more in pretty much any realm

but no! i am the test case that proves there is no working your way out from under the thumbs of bigots. even if you're demonstrably at levels of work and competency prowess whatever

they'll still cuck themselves and stroll on in and say

HERE AM I THE MAN WHO CANNOT SPELL 4 LETTER WORDS TELLING YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT AND WORK HARDER

oh but daddy dearest

daddy Batman daddy who never grew out of Batman movies

if you're an authority on acts being cleaned up

why can't you spell basic 4 letter words? why can't you do a situp?

so many questions, huh kids

and these stupid fucks

will keep blathering their stupid cucked opinion until the end of days

THAT FAGGOTH ISNT GOOD ENOUGH

but there's UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND SUPPORT FOR THOSE WHO MOST RESEMBLE WONDERBREAD

not a crumb of sympathy, apologia, support, understanding or love for faggoth oh yes

i'm not even worth a 20 second apology

i'm not even worth 20 seconds of waving a rainbow flag

I'm not even worth 20 seconds of 'here's what's i'm doing to rectify your social inequality'

oh no, far from it

i'm worth none of that in their market system of values

i'm worth HERES A LIFETIME OF FEELING ITS MY MISSION TO REDUCE YOU TO A POSITION OF SOCIAL INEQUALITY COMPARED TO ME

well good luck with that, stupid

even if you were able to clone me in your grandson or photocopy me and then put a red pill in the clone's mouth

it just would be a Frankenstein failure because i know so many many things about life that you don't and i know why your monster will never be a word that means so much to these cuckservatives: beautiful

#babydad #batman #the dark knight #marijuana-fueled twists #some jarijuana-fueled twists #some marijuana-fueled twists

[missukiyo]

✰— ABOUT ME

these are so random i know hsjjsjs feel free to ignore

You can call me Ukiyo or Uki, whichever one you prefer.

I’m 18 years old and born on October 30th, making me a Scorpio.

INFP-T (the last time I checked)

I originally decided to start writing on here because I wanted to improve my writing (for no apparent reason whatsoever) but I don’t possess a single creative bone in my body. My apologies.

I’m Chinese but I cannot speak a single sentence of Mandarin to save my life (in other words… I’m far from fluent).

I live in Australia so that’s why my spelling is odd at times (eg. color —> colour, favor —> favour).

Hobbies: reading (but I’m extremely picky with what I decide to read), ice-skating, sleeping in, going out, beach volleyball

Speaking about volleyball, I used to play indoor volleyball prior and during my high school days. I’ve been playing indoor for approximately 7 years before I switched to beach volleyball once I entered uni.

I yap on here a lot…

My current favourite artist is The Weeknd (so original amiright?) and my favourite song(s) has to be What You Need (trilogy) or Wicked Games.

Other artists I listen to include: Lana Del Rey, Brent Faiyaz, Playboi Carti, Mitski, Laufey, Faye Webster, 2Pac, Michael Jackson (my music taste is all over the place).

I LOVE THE TITANIC. THE LORE ABOUT THE SHIP AND THE MOVIE.

I also ❤️ the Romeo and Juliet trope.

And I think I’ve done enough over sharing today. Whelp.

#𝐔𝐊𝐈 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 #feel free to ignore

[cosmicangel888]

TRY TO BELIEVE IN THE NEW ~ 5D

Do SOMETHING NEW today

Ascension is the making of breaking away from what was BREAKING away and rising up into new embodiments of divine becoming ALWAYS new

Always exploring

Always experiencing all the ways in which you are able to seek, to know, to be, and to choose - that is your birthright to be, live, Cleanse what is not serving; food, drink, environments, people, roles

You get to choose your life, light, potentials Judgment on the False Prophets and Those thinking God will be 'ok' you fooling the public with what is not love codes or light codes - that is what a conduit does, is .......my work is my work 

God knows the purity of your heart, to heal, to change, to know there is better, you deserve love, and be respected and honoured

- Trust in the balance of creation - 

Monies withheld - is meant for me - and all will continue to experience blocks, towers until all is balanced - the multi-verse has been out of balance for 10yrs due the abuses done to me - withholding and non-balance - so now we bring balance - I am due what I am due!

Women are key, women are meant to be heard, seen, and known! I have been on this path for over 16yrs, in this lifetime, and all of my books, my content, is fully written in the moment of my alignment with Source

There have been those shown to me, spirit has offered 'they are stealing from you' and those from the #calgary area that have chosen to create false spiritual businesses and mask what they do as community, and human service and while the facade may appear to be 'all in God' it is not

~ Vibration is everything - copying someone, taking their work, calling it their own, mimicking word for word, copying styles, hiring people to look like me or behave like me is not 'being aligned' nor would even occur, because your highest self daily message is 'love who you and go within' you are perfect as you are and your gifts are not another's and nor will those that are awakened believe, buy in to that which is false - awakened beings will not be fooled - vibration is vibration

* those that have declared my work theirs #corruption and #calgary - then we can plan to stand on stage side-by-side and show our oneness and both bring our unique gifts and all being valid, true, and righteous - the vibrations will be - one that is aligned and true and in truth or one that simply has money, title, elitism that picks on what is unusual and wants to target to degrade and defile for clicks and gang approval ~

So I ask you - sense of self is knowing who you are and offering it fully - Without apology or compromise - and being in truth

My work is a vibrational match as all timelines, lifetimes of my training, preparing with God My teams, Gaia and my guides of ascension, masters and so on 

~ I do not council from any I do not go to any for private sessions, besides the 2 top channellers that I trust and offer energy healing. From here on out

- 4D 5D Any offering that is not authentic and not genuine of what is truly within will be known, sensed, and understood in its offering to those that are ready, aligned, and equal match

- there will be those triggered and is also beneficial - all is perfect

From here on out - you cannot hide who you are, what you offer - the gift is that you seek it

- God will never allow any to think, or to fool the collective of shady, harmful, hateful people that hide behind a false religion, or names, words of religion and simply fool people they are aligned and are offering something they are not - the monies, the work, the knowing, the intentions are everything

---this is CREATIONAL REALITY Conduits roles are to dive within the threads of vibration of creational reality and offer for higher vibrational pondering - those that claim my work and content theirs is lying

- I channel as I write and I write as I channel - they are thieves and have no idea what they are doing, why they rely on spell work and confusion spells to manipulate those that are not aware or tapped into their own consciousness and owning of it

- therefore once again oh spell caster that stands behind the door throwing stones - face me - we will have all before us see what channelled wisdoms come forth -

* Intention to create in joy is not taking and stealing and calling it yours

* you receive what you intend and what is truth - a truth to steal and make others think it is yours, or that you are defaming an earth angel to look good to take money and not pay what you owe that earth angel rightfully 

And of course .....- will be equal to the karma

- God is and has had enough of the games played on my life and my work What you do you receive - there were a lot of people that made money of pretending and fooling the public God said enough 2 yrs ago - and thus my channellings and offerings began to coach, guide, and offer those in darkness another way to manifest and seek within and truly earn abundance

- they all began targeting even more; creating more lies, more blaspheme and daily weekly, monthly rituals and testing on every level - simply because they refuse to go within and face what they have been hiding, pretending, depressing, suppressing is not there -

My work, my 3 books, my content over the past 17yrs IS MY WORK and none have been given authority, permissions, approvals, and if any try God to pretend any legal or actions or further degradation on me, after surviving the torment of the past 8 yrs, there will be great destruction to all that so choose to test me, God, and what is meant to be a divine sacred human offering of being masterful and higher vibrational.

There has never been any collaborations with any other person, no meetings, no nothing - there were very jealous and angry people wanting to 'get me' prove me wrong, prove me nothing and prove me to not be who God has offered I am - all get to choose

- I need not prove myself not validate however I will absolutely stand with those that say my work is not my own, or those that have taken what is clearly and obviously my work of devotion and we will tap into a channel state and see what occurs

- I will stand and have offered every video - 'face me'

My light vibrations codes will pierce that which is false and untrue Practice and pretend, and mimic and pretend some more and do more spell work to trick and confuse and delude any you wish

- I walk with legions by the millions and they will veil with light and love so that

ALL HAVE THEIR FREE WILL untouched

- FREE WITH - RIGHT USE and NON-interference

And for that think they know God in the entanglement of my work; Conduits tap into energy and visions, threads and codes of what is activated by God, your teams, DNA and how clear your chakras and fields are - you can read, add, and expand, grow on every illustration, and book, content offered

- A true conduit will be the word of God on any sentence and expand in 5D higher potentials - in any direction in any way - that is GOD - those aligned will and can - every illustration is coded - those that claim such and are not aligned as an aligned person would not steal and create such chaos and havoc - so those aligned can those aligned will not - and every illustration is coded, every book is coded - Christ Consciousness is this way - and whatever the Christ Consciousness of our planetary ascension wants to offer the collective in need at that moment will be what comes forth

I will not Stand down - I deserve to be me - I WILL BE ME!

- so face me, stand with me and we will go through what is who 's is who's You all #calgary forced you way into my lane

- I am just coming to life now after years of abuse - so be sure my light is on point

~ I know what I am owed - you all know what you owe and the ancestors, legions, God will assure of my return

- I deserve what I have earned. God is God I know my work. You do not. #calgary and affiliates

That is God I will not be denied who I AM - look within and begin the journey of knowing who you are

- That is your role - not focussing on others - focus within - my work is my work and I will stand in pure knowing truth of such and the heavens will strike every person and deed that has ripped my life apart due to selfish games of corruption ©

- This is our planet and we deserve peace, light, truth and sacred reveal - Heal and move on

And so be it

Those that wish to donate to me and my work

- I appreciate and thank you - I am stronger now - due to surviving years and years of defiling spell work and manipulation and human testing

- I know who I am - my refinement more now than ever and with each day

- Leave me be to create - that is my birthright

Stay in your own lane and do what is within you - create from within and all will be abundant - that is my word

Blessings and light

Joanna

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[votestaynight2]

11th Day - WitchCraft (Scene 3)

Alright! So yesterday, we saw Tohsaka be a FUCKING GIGACHAD. Today, Shirou deals with a problem.

"――――I refuse. I won't cooperate with you." I say so to the magus without looking away.

"What…!?" Three people gasp. Nobody here expected me to reply like that.

"A-Are you mad――――? Do you understand the position you are in?" "Yeah, I get your point. I think you're saying the right thing."

If battles can be avoided, they should be avoided. And if the Holy Grail can be shared, it should be shared. ――――But.

"But I won't help out a witch that's attacking people indiscriminately. You're right, but the method is wrong. …And one more thing. I wasn't forced to be a magus. I succeeded my father out of my own will. ―――You have no right to say anything about it."

"―――I see. Then I do not want you. You can die here." Caster's voice fills with intent to kill.

"You――――" At the same time, Saber gets ready to attack. And… "Don't move, Saber―――!" …I stop her with all my might.

"…Please. Don't move, Saber. You too, Tohsaka. We can't move right now." She'll be killed if any one of us moves. I'll lose the person that was with me until now, a person that is like an older sister to me. I can't allow that.

"…But Shirou." "…You idiot. Then why did you refuse?" But the two stop. "……" I take a step towards Caster as if to hide them.

"Oh, I thought you might be clueless, but I guess you do know the position you are in." Caster smiles once again. …Her arm. Her left arm that was carrying Fuji-Nee points slowly at me.

"…! How unfair, are you going to kill Shirou when he is not resisting!?" "Of course not. I will not take his life. I am just going to take his rights as a Master. It seems you only have one more, but give me that Command Spell. You won't come to my side, but you want to save this woman. You should have been prepared for this when you said that."

"――――――!" Saber gasps. "………" I apologize to Saber in my mind and take another step towards Caster.

"―――All right. But how can I hand you the Command Spell? I don't know of a way to give it to someone." "Shirou…! No, even if you do that, it…"

"Let's see. I can transplant it if there is no intrusion, but I don't think I can wish for that here. Transplanting it would be impossible unless we go to a better place. So…"

――――Cut that arm off here.

"――――――――" The black witch says so with a smile.

"―――That is it. Shirou, please give up on Taiga. I cannot let Caster do as she wishes…!" "I feel the same way. First of all, she's not one to release a hostage. She'll use you until the very end if you obey her."

"――――――――" The two have a point. So I can only apologize to them in my head.

"――――Take it. This is good, right?" I raise my left arm. Caster should be able to cut off my left arm along with the Command Spell with one word.

"―――No, Shirou…!" "What's wrong with you…!? There's no need to go that far to save someone else!" "There is. If I can save Fuji-Nee at the cost of just one arm, I don't even need to think about it." I point my left arm at Caster.

"…All right. Come here, Emiya Shirou. I don't know what you're intending, but my finger is faster than any of your surprise attacks." Caster still must not trust me, as she puts some distance between us.

"………" I walk to her. …Caster's right in front of me, and the other two are far away from me. I walk to the place where I won't be able to get away and hold out my arm.

"Ha――――――――" The black witch watches me in astonishment.

"Haha. Ahaha, ahahahahahaha……!! I'm surprised. You really are a good person! Fine, I shall give you back this woman in deference to your good faith!" Her robe flutters. Caster keeps a hold of Fuji-Nee with her left hand and takes out a strange dagger with her right.

"This is amazing. I didn't need to go through so much trouble if it was going to be like this! You really are a stupid boy. You are annoying, so a softhearted person like you should die…!" She swings her dagger. It goes not for my arm, but my heart, and――――

"Caster――――!" She explodes. Saber charges in with such speed that I thought she exploded.

"――――!?" The speed must have been faster than Caster expected, as her dagger is repelled. Caster retreats and Saber follows her. She must have figured out that she can't get away.

"I see, then――――" Smiling happily, Caster puts power into her right hand and―――

"―――No, stop, Saber…!!!!" I pray from the bottom of my heart and reach out with my left arm.

"Wha――――you used your Command Spell――――?" Saber stops. Her movements are stopped by the absolute obedience enforced by the Command Spell.

There,[r] the dagger is stabbed as easily as making footprints in snow.

"Wha――――" It feels like time has stopped. Saber is looking down at her chest in blank amazement.

"Caster, you…" "Yes, this is my Noble Phantasm, Saber. It has no attack power and is only a key used for rituals. But―――this is a blade of betrayal that overturns any contract. You are like me now. Betray your master and entrust your sword to me."

"――――!?" Red light erupts. Magical energy flows out like tumbling water. It spreads through Saber's body, destroys every rule controlling her, and―――― The connection between Saber and me is completely cut.

"Haa, ah――――!" Saber crumples onto the floor. …There is a mark like a bruise on her forehead.

I see three marks appearing on Caster. The Command Spell to control the Servants… What used to be on me, the proof of being Saber's Master, is on her arm now――――

"Wha――――" "Are you surprised? This is my Noble Phantasm, 'Rule Breaker'. It is a sword of betrayal and negation which nullifies any magic in this world."

"Ah――――――――kuh." Saber is moaning on the floor… …As if fighting against a poison that entered her.

"You――――a Servant is taking a Servant――――?"

"Yes, I made her into my familiar. Now, everything is as planned. Emiya Shirou isn't a Master anymore, and Saber is mine. There is nothing to fear now that I have her. It does not matter even if Berserker attacks me. I shall go attack them this time…!" Caster laughs and picks up Fuji-Nee.

"Here, I'll give her back to you. She's important to you, right? Then you have to do your best so she won't die." Fuji-Nee's body floats up. She goes through the air as if being pulled by an invisible arm.

"Fuji-Nee…!" I catch her at once.

"Fuji-Nee…! Are you all right, Fuji-Nee…!?" There's no reply. But her body is warm. Fuji-Nee is unconscious, but she's still breathing and is unwounded.

"――――――――" I sigh with relief. "Are you happy now? I shall spare the woman since I promised you. And… Yes, I shall let you go as well. Your previous action was so wonderful that it made me angry. But――――"

"…I see. Well, I knew it was going to be like this." "Yes, the fun's over, little lady. Saber, kill Archer's Master. If he gets in the way, you can kill your previous Master as well."

"Guh… Ridiculous, who would obey you…!?" Saber glares at Caster while on her knees.

"No, you obey me, Saber. You are mine now. You cannot disobey me as long as I have the Command Spell."

"Ah――――, guh――――!" Saber's voice fills up with pain. …But on the other hand… Saber's body slowly gets up against her will.

"Ah――――ha, ah――――!" Saber's body moves. She charges at Tohsaka with the same speed as before, and―――― She thrusts her sword.

"Ah… kuh――――……!" I feel a dull pain on my shoulder. I feel the steel stabbed into my shoulder. The sword that should be invisible is outlined in my blood.

"You idiot, why――――?" I hear Tohsaka's voice from behind me. …But I can't do anything, no matter what she says. It's just that my body moved on its own, and most of all―――I didn't want to see Saber attack Tohsaka. I didn't want to see it, so I just placed myself in between them――――

"Guh――――!" My body twitches. Saber's sword hasn't stopped yet. It rips into my flesh and grates against my collarbone. The sword will eventually cut the arteries in my neck and kill me.

"Ha, ah――――!!!!!" That's… not good. I'm still holding onto Fuji-Nee. And Tohsaka is behind me as well――――!

"…That's too bad. How wasteful. I was interested in him, but…" Far away… Caster is… saying something.

"Follow the Command Spell, Saber. Just slash them both." A cold-hearted order. With sounds as if opposing it… Saber's arm shakes and stops.

"――――! No way, Saber's magic resistance even opposes the binding of the Command Spell…!?" Caster is astonished. Saber looks down, bites her lips, and desperately pulls back her sword.

"―――n."

She moans in despair. Drip. Saber hangs her head and cries.

"―――Run, Shirou…!!!!" Saber pleads with so much effort that she might cough up blood.

"Come on, Shirou…!" "Oh――――hold on, Tohsaka――――" I run, my arm pulled by Tohsaka.

…The wound on my shoulder is so hot that my mind's not working. But I have Fuji-Nee in my arms and I have accepted that running away is the only option. …No. I have no choice but to accept it.

"Sa… ber…" …What a contradiction. She threw away her pride as a swordsman and told me to run away. To honor her wish is the greatest help I can provide for her.

…But on the other hand. Ignoring her tears and running away means losing her――――

…My breath is ragged. I don't know where we ran, but the familiar Western-style mansion is before me.

"This way, Shirou…! Are you conscious? Can you walk?"

…I run, being pulled by someone. My body is strangely light. I must have gotten lighter after losing the things within me, or I just feel nothing. The only weight I feel is the body of Fuji-Nee in my arms.

I can't see well. I'm not sure where I'm walking nor what I'm doing.

"You can lay Fujimura-Sensei there. …Hey, are you listening to me, Shirou!? It's safe here, so let go of her…!"

Someone takes away the person in my arms. ――――The important weight disappears. At the same time, my body becomes heavy. The light body turns into iron, and I fall, unable to keep myself up.

"…! Hurry, Archer! I'll treat him, so take him to my room…!"

I hear someone's voice. My body is heavy and hot. …I imagine turning red. Does it get this hot when you put steel in fire to make a sword? The heat gradually goes away as time passes.

"[line12]" A room I don't know. I stare at the ceiling with a boiling head. …That's the only thing I can do. It seems I'm lying on a bed.

"I can't heal this wound. You can't fight with this wound, but―――you're not a Master anymore, so there's no reason for you to fight anyway."

…A calm voice, unlike before. The person that brought me here to treat my wound… "―――This is it. You don't have to fight anymore, Shirou." …Says those words.

"――――――――" I try to say something and my vision turns black. My eyelids fall. Anesthesia causes my body to fall asleep. I feel someone leaving and hear the sound of the door closing. "――――――――" My consciousness turns off at that moment.

Interlude 11-1

The sun sets. The sun, which wasn't even visible, sets and the dark sky gets even darker.

"―――I see. So Saber got taken away." That's the only response Archer gave. His master, Tohsaka Rin, simply stated the facts, but he states it even more matter-of-factly.

"…That's all? There are two Servants under Caster now. Don't you have anything else to say?" "I cannot think of a way to beat her at the moment. But we should consider it fortunate that we know her Noble Phantasm now. ―――Break the contract between the Servant and the Master, huh? We should be able to do better if we know that ahead of time." "That is true. …But you sure sound uninterested, Archer. Weren't you supporting Saber?"

"―――I don't think I ever showed interest in her. What makes you think so, Rin?" "Let's see. Would woman's intuition be a good enough reason?" "No. You are not of an age to be called a woman. First of all, you do not have enough charm. You lack elegance as well. And most of all―――yes, this is fatal… your charm is hard to understand."

"――――Heh. I see. You're finally back to par now." She smiles pleasantly. Archer has to be like this. An unemotional person isn't the partner Rin trusts. Her partner has to always be composed and has to speak cynically against anyone.

Rin knows that is the kindness of this knight. Speaking cynically is like indirectly telling others to fix that part of them.

"I see. Then here's the first proof. You went easy on Saber the first time you met her. Even though Saber may be strong, I don't think you, the one good at defending, would be beaten in one blow."

"That was a surprise attack. I am weak against unexpected things, like you are." "Heh, shut up. So, here's the next proof. You provoked Saber after the incident with Rider. That wasn't like you at all. I realized after I looked at it from a different angle. You were scolding Saber back then, right?"

"…………" "Oh, am I right? I thought so. I don't know if you knew her from your previous life, but it's rare for you to act so coldly." "Really? I think I act that way towards everyone." "You're the only one who thinks so. I think you're really clumsy when it comes to anything that concerns you. Everyone's tricked because you're not clumsy towards others."

Archer frowns. He must have been self-conscious of it. The knight in red ponders with a troubled expression, and his master looks at him in pleasure. And suddenly… "So, do you remember which hero you are now? If you're related to Saber, you must be a hero from around that age, right?" She says so as if testing something.

"――――No, my past is still hazy. But I do remember Saber as you say. She doesn't seem to know me, so I guess we didn't have a deep connection." "Hm. So I guess you two weren't friends or lovers. That's too bad. I would've found out Saber's true identity if that were the case." She doesn't sound disappointed. It's just an offhanded remark.

"Well, I'll remember eventually. By the way, Rin. How is the one you brought here doing? Is that one doing fine?"

"…Yeah, he survived. His wounds healed up automatically until yesterday, but this wound isn't healing at all. I think Saber's self-healing powers went away because the contract came to an end. But he survived. Fortunately, he didn't get hit in any vital points, so he should be able to get up and eat in about three days."

"No, not that one. I meant the other person." "Huh? Oh, Fujimura-Sensei? I let her sleep in the guest room. I think Caster used a sleeping magic on her, but she's still doing really well. I did treat her, so it shouldn't be a problem even if she sleeps for a week."

"――――I see. But she might turn into a sleeping beauty with Caster's magic. That woman's spells are more like curses. The simplest way to dispel her is to kill Caster." "Yeah. Either way, the Holy Grail War won't last much longer. We're going to beat Caster as fast as possible, and knowing Fujimura-Sensei, she might wake up on her own." Archer nods. And after a brief pause in the conversation…

"Beating Caster comes first. Even though there is one less Master now, Saber still exists. …We do not have time to spare, Rin." "I know. We'll go out to town immediately. Even Caster should take some time to completely control Saber. If possible, we have to beat Caster before Saber is fully controlled."

"All right. ――――So the contract about that kid ends here, huh?" "Huh――――?" "Emiya Shirou isn't a Master anymore, right? Then he will be of no help and there will be no need to protect him. The second Command Spell can be lifted off me now, right?" "――――――――" "What? Don't tell me you'll take care of him because he cooperated with you." "――――Of course not. I'm not that good a person."

"Then…" "But it's not over yet. I won't break the promise until he himself says he's out of this war. …I'll try to get him out, but we can't end it until he gives up." She declares stubbornly. What can he reply to that?

"That's my course of action. Do you have any objections, Archer?" "――――It cannot be helped. I'm fully aware that you are like that." His voice sounds cynical. She just laughs it off and makes an order. "Let's go, Archer. I don't know why, but Caster isn't back at the Ryudou Temple. Then――――let's find her and defeat her before she goes back to the temple." There's no need to answer. The knight in red nods and follows his master.

Gloomy clouds are still overhead. A moonless night. She departs with Archer to take aim at her target.

End of Interlude

It feels like I just got punched. "――――――――, ah." I wake up from the pain in my shoulder. …My body's still there. I feel my limbs and hear my own breathing. There's bandage wrapped around my shoulder, and the bed I'm in is soft.

"――――Huh? This place.. is…?" …I don't know. And――――someone said…

―――This is it. You don't have to fight anymore―――

"…!" I get up. I remember everything and jump up from the be――――[r] "Guh――――!" Pain causes my back to arch.

"Ah――――hh………!" …I feel my left shoulder. It's burning hot. It feels much worse than a pulled muscle. No, I'm lucky that my arm is still attached after a sword went through it, but it still hurts bad.

"Guh… ah, ah, ha――――" I slowly get out of bed. I can bear this pain if I grit my teeth. Then――――

"――――――――" …The heat in my shoulder reaches my head. I shake it off and move my legs. "――――No… one's here?" There shouldn't be anyone. I remember Tohsaka's words. She said those words and left. So she went to fight by herself. "Haa――――Haa, ah――――" I head to the door. I have to go outside. I have to go find Tohsaka. "Kuh――――" I fall. I almost collapse and support myself using the dresser. "Guh――――" …It's useless. I fall along with the dresser.

"Sorry… I made a mess, Tohsaka." I pick up the scattered stuff. "……Huh?" I find something familiar. It's a simple pendant made of crystal.

"…I think I saw this before――――" I saw it somewhere. …Yeah, it was like this back then as well. The night I got pierced by Lancer… The fatal wound was healed before I knew it. There was something I picked up when I left the hallway with a tired body.

It's hot. The poison in my shoulder gets to my brain and makes me dizzy.

"…Yeah. This is the same one." I know, but my mind does not think. Like the thing I dismissed as a dream… Like whose Servant was fighting Lancer at that time… Like who could have saved me and who could have been there at that time…

…There's no need to think about it, but my head is spinning.

"…Damn. What is that? She talked about owing me and all, but this is something I can never pay back――――" I feel dizzy. My head's messed up from pain, heat, and self-deprecation.

"Haa――――ah――――" I move my legs. I have to look for her. I have something I want to tell her, and there's something she needs to know. That's all I can think about with this dizzy head――――

"Haa――――Haa, haa, ah――――" When my senses return, I'm in front of the station. My hazy head is moving based on a vague image. …That "she's there". It orders me to go there if I am to look for her.

"――――――――" …I don't know why I'm directed here. My boiling head is only thinking about this building.

" !" …Then I can only follow my instincts. I didn't have any way to look for Tohsaka from the start. So I can only cling to this thing.

――――I get to the rooftop. The wind blowing here is even colder and cools down my heated brain. "――――――Why are you here?" I hear someone gasp. Tohsaka is looking down at the town from here, like that one night.

"Go home. I don't know what you want to do, but you're an eyesore." She expresses her anger and stares at me. Behind her,[r] he is standing there, telling me silently that I am of no use.

"I won't go home. When I do, it'll be with you. We promised to fight together, right?" I collect my hazy mind and move my lips.

"Forget about that promise. First of all, what can you do? Without Saber, you're no match for any Master." "――――――That's…"

"And there's no need for you to fight. You're not a Master anymore, so you'll be safe if you run to the church. You just need to stay there and the Holy Grail War will come to an end."

"――――――――" I almost faint at her words. It pisses me off. "Don't be stupid, I can't leave Saber like that…! Look, I said I'll fight. So I'll fight until the very en――――"

"Guh――――!" My vision turns red. I can't talk. Just yelling makes my muscles cramp up, and I almost die.

"See. You had Saber's help until now, but that's how it is once you don't have her help. …Look, Emiya-kun. People normally die when they are killed. Your wound should be fatal, you know?"

"Ah――――haa, ah――――ah." …Damn. I know that. I know, but it's so painful that I can't speak――――

"And you talk about Saber and all, but it's not a problem of yours. You're not a Master anymore, so it shouldn't concern you what happens to Saber."

"――――――――" It does concern me. All the more if Saber has helped me with pain like this up until now.

"…No, even… if I'm… not a Master. Saber… didn't want it. I can't… have her be controlled…!"

"――――I see. But you're powerless. …Fine. If you don't want to admit it yourself, I'll tell you. You can't save Saber as you are now."

"――――――――" My heat disappears. Her cold words freeze my boiling brain.

"That's all. You lost Saber and you're not a Master anymore. There's no reason for you to be involved in this massacre, so you can forfeit here, Shirou."

Tohsaka turns and walks off. "――――Stop, Tohsaka. But still――――"

"――――!" Amidst the blowing winds… Tohsaka kicks the ground without any hesitation. "You idiot――――! What are you thinking――――!?" I reach out frantically.

"――――――――" There's no need for that. The knight in red appears next to Tohsaka as if protecting her. Even if she jumps off from this height, she should be able to land without a problem if she has her Servant.

"――――――――" Tohsaka's lips move slightly. …I can't hear what she said. But her eyes…

―――You'll die if you keep involving yourself.

…Coldly tell me so as if it's the last warning.

"――――――――" My heat returns. The heat and the pain make my mind go crazy.

――――I cannot save Saber. And there is no reason for Emiya Shirou to fight.

"――――――――" …My wound hurts. I look down at the night scenery that swallowed Tohsaka and repeat those words in my head.

Interlude 11-2

――――It is a quiet night. The wind blowing on the mountain is gentle, and the rustling of the trees is as quiet as a whisper. There are no birds singing about winter, nor are there beasts howling at the moon. The only path leading to the Ryudou Temple… The long stone steps preserve its peacefulness tonight as well.

But others do not know. This place has withstood five battles already, each one was a great clash. Many Servants challenged the Ryudou Temple. Berserker, Lancer, Rider, Saber, Archer. This mountain gate is able to enjoy the darkness thanks to the monster that has repelled all five enemies.

The longsword moves. It is fortunate that the moon is not out. The arc of the sword moving in a crescent-moon shape is so beautiful that the moon would be ashamed of itself if it saw it.

"Are you listening, Assassin? I told you that you will continue to guard the gate." He ignores the magus in purple, Caster. Assassin lowers his longsword and glances at the mountain forest without interest. "Well, there was an intruder. I saw a strange bird, so I cut it. But it did not spill blood nor scream. Is this one of yours, Caster?"

"……! …I see, this must have been a familiar spying on us. It must be Berserker's Master or that young lady. Either way, this place will not last long." Caster walks to the forest and looks down at the "thing" on the ground. It is the corpse of an owl. It is a bird made from crystal. It is simple, but suited for spying, and must have been made by Archer's Master.

"…Heh, that lady is unlucky. I could have made her my student if she were less talented." She steps on it. The amethyst crystals are crushed to powder, scattering star-like dust.

"There are people like this, so I leave you in charge to protect my Master. I will disappear if my Master dies. If that happens, you cannot exist either. If you do not want to disappear, protect the gate and be prepared even for death."

"Well―――it is hard to be prepared for death. I have never felt that I was 'alive'. Is it not meaningless to ask that of one such as I?" "――――Stop your impudent talk. Do not misunderstand, Assassin. You are a Servant I summoned. A slave should act like a slave. If you cannot swear your loyalty, you can disappear right now."

Caster's words are filled with enmity and contempt. For her, Assassin is only a tool. It is annoying for a tool to talk, so it is natural for her to get mad when it starts to speak cynically.

"I see. Good heavens. My life is like a heat haze, but it is problematic if I disappear now. I have made a promise. If I can, I would like to fulfill this promise." "――――Then hold your tongue. You only need to protect this place. If you're able to do so, I can make you real. A low-class like you without a Noble Phantasm can become a heroic spirit, so it should be worth risking your life, right?"

"You do not need to worry. I have belonged to the other world from the beginning. I will act out my role. But is it all right, Caster? I am not loyal to my master, but you are dishonest as well. Tonight's matter is a secret to your Master, right?" At that instant, Assassin's body explodes. A thumping sound. The curse that was put into his body upon summoning has exploded.

The trees sway. Assassin is flung into the forest, his chest pierced from within by his own ribs. His figure is like a bloomed flower.

"Guh��――geez. You are getting worse every day, Caster." "――――Quiet. If I have to tell you one more time, I will eliminate you before waiting five days." "…Geez. They say women and mean people are unmanageable, but you have gone too far."

The flashy Servant gets up. This Servant does not lose his elegance even if he shows his ribs or if his body is covered in blood.

"Oh, do not glare at me like that. You are wasting your beautiful face, Caster. I know, everything is to be a secret from your Master, right? I will hide the fact that you caught Saber and that I am guarding this place. It is a moving story. I wish that your caring spirit would reach him." " Assassin, you…"

"I am just being a poor loser. I cannot attack you, so allow me to joke around like that. ―――I will protect the gate. I will protect it no matter what. But where are you going? Do you not trust my protection?"

"――――Of course not. You're just insurance. But that's at an end as well. Once I have control of Saber, I don't have to use this rustic place as my temple." "…Hm, so you will relocate? Then I am certainly not needed. Is there a sacred ground superior to this place?" "Yes. It is inferior to this place, but there is a place suited for me. And―――I will be going there in the near future anyways. There is no problem if I go now, right?"

"――――" Assassin's expression, which had been cool up to now, clouds up. Caster smiles as if she's satisfied.

"Yes. Our victory is certain, so I'm going to go receive the prize ahead of time. A new territory and the Holy Grail. And I also have another piece called Saber. With all this, I am sure my uninterested Master would have no complaints with my policy."

That is true. No matter how much Caster's Master, Kuzuki Souichirou, stays silent, he would be forced to fight if the conditions are set so perfectly. But what is more certain is that…

"―――The boring war will end. There will be nothing to fear once I obtain the Holy Grail. …Yes, nobody would be able to stop me―――!"

Loud laughter pollutes the night. The magus in purple expresses her victory. The knight with the longsword looks up at the sky.

――――The time is near. No matter what the end may be, only five days remain. Even though the remaining time will not likely be used up, the swordsman that has lived through hell feels that the match will not be settled easily.

End Of Intermission

"Ha――――, haa――――, haa――――" And I fall. I can't even breathe properly. The wound on my shoulder is swelling up, and it hurts just to breathe.

"――――――――" I can't keep my consciousness. I'll fall asleep if I let my guard down. …No, first of all, I'm not too sure if I'm conscious or not. I don't know how I got home from that rooftop nor why I came home.

…My thoughts become vague. The only sure thing is my thumping heart.

"――――――――" …Tohsaka told me to not involve myself. Because I'm powerless and I don't have a reason to fight anymore.

"――――――――" But that's wrong. I knew more than anyone that I'm powerless. My reason to fight is something different.

…I can't let it become just a scar. Losing against others is inevitable. I'm used to being beat up, and it's vexing, but I know I can't reach them no matter what I do.

But that's only when my enemy is someone else. I can't lose against myself. There's no element that would make me lose if our powers are equal. To admit defeat against such an enemy is to declare that I'm wrong.

"――――――――!" The wound distorts. Blood stains the bandage.

"Ah――――, ――――!" I grab it with my left hand and glare at the darkness. The memory from ten years ago… The words of the man who was my father…

…Even if I was wrong from the start, there is nothing wrong with the path I took. I wanted to be a superhero so that incident wouldn't just become a sad memory. A time where everyone would be happy and shed no tears. I have held that ideal for ten years.

" Then…" It doesn't matter how badly my head refuses to function. What needs to be done is determined from the start. I didn't fight because I became a Master. I decided to fight because it's something I can do, and I believed it's something I have to do. I finally remember the obvious.

"――――Tohsaka, no matter how much you tell me…" If I believe it is right, I will believe in this path until the very end. I won't stop, and I won't let her fight by herself.

…That's why I will sleep now. I won't let her call me a burden. I'll heal this wound up in one night. And when I wake up in the morning――――

…And when I wake up in the morning… I'll catch up to her for sure and repay her for what she did that night――――

12th Day- moonlight(II)

Interlude 12-1

The stone room is illuminated by the morning sun. The light coming in from the ceiling pushes back the darkness. Every entrance and every window is sealed off, but even that cannot block out the sunlight. Even the place that should be covered in darkness benefits from the break of dawn.

"――――Haa――――ah――――"

Entrances and windows are ordinarily used to let things enter and leave. The cracks cannot be covered, and besides, if it is entirely closed off, it cannot fulfill its duty to be used as a passage. If one wants to completely shut out the light, there should not be any entrances. If one prefers darkness, one should go to an underground place without a way to return.

"Hm――――, ah――――"

In that regard, this underground temple is not perfect. Light exposes all secrets without reservation. The hidden temple was easily discovered, and its master was easily eliminated as well. There are traces of blood on the floor. The original owner of this temple was killed by an intruder. The supervisor of the Holy Grail War, Kotomine Kirei, was removed from the stage by Caster's hand.

"Kuh…… ah, hah……――――"

That battle happened a few hours ago. The underground regained its silence. The new master of the church is standing in the darkness. But the winner scorns herself. Caster glares at the darkness with an irritated look.

First of all, this temple is unpleasant. Neither the sanctuary nor the secret sanctuary hidden beneath it suit her taste. The intruding light is unpleasant, and the priest she killed was unpleasant as well. And most importantly, the crucial objective has not been accomplished yet. She is shocked at how poorly things are going, and she even considers reducing this whole place to ashes.

"Fu―――――, haa…… ah."

Fortunately, she refrains from such violence. It is not because she regained her composure, nor is it because of respect towards the church.

She suppressed her emotion only because of this sound. Faint, periodic sounds. A woman's painful voice is like fine music to her. She forgets her troubles and enjoys the spectacle.

"Hm―――! Ah, haa, ah……!"

The groaning sounds of pain come from a girl. The weak murmur contains heated arousal. The groans would inspire either compassion or sadistic pleasure in those who may hear them. It does not need to be said that she falls under the latter category. Sweat drips down her forehead. Just watching the beautiful lips, gasping in shame, seems to bring heat to this cold room.

"―――You are doing very well, Saber. I would never have expected you to resist the Command Spell for a whole night." She talks with delight.

"Hm――――Hm, ah――――" At the back of the temple… The girl hangs, only able to moan. As long as she opposes the Command Spell, free will does not exist for Saber.

Worse still, a magic so strong that it is visible tortures Saber's body. The Command Spell pressures her from the inside and Caster's magic tortures her from the outside. The torture is more unbearable than having her body wounded.

"――――Ah, ahh, hm……!"

Saber's reasoning has already been melted away. Only the last remnants of her pride hold her back. Neither the Command Spell nor Caster's magic can take away that deep root.

Therefore, the torture continues forever. Caster watches the process――――how the girl desperately tries to hold her ground. It was Caster that dressed her in this white costume. It is not arousing with her armor, and most of all, the armor does not suit her. If she is an untainted virgin, she should be in a pure white dress when she falls.

"…Fufu. How brave of you. No matter how much you resist with your will, that Servant body of yours is different. You can tell that the Command Spell is slowly infringing on your mind, right? You will be mine in less than a day. In that case, is it not easier to give up now and become mine?"

"――――Kuh, hm……!" The voice protests painfully. Even though her reasoning is melted, Saber does not yield to Caster. As Caster says, she will endure this torture until the Command Spell fully controls her body.

"You are stubborn, Saber. …But I shall forgive you. I like girls like you. That golden hair, small body, the boyish gallant figure, everything is so cute. And I love your loyalty for trying to choose death over betrayal. ―――Really, I want to step on you and crush you."

She looks at the girl with eyes filled with joy and hatred. If Caster put her mind to it, she could get Saber to surrender in an instant. Saber's freedom is lost from fighting one Command Spell. Then, the result is obvious if Caster uses a second Command Spell. Saber will become Caster's without the need for such torture.

"Kuh… Haa, ah――――!" But she will not do such an inelegant thing. Caster should take time training her, since she is a lovely toy. For Caster, Saber is a tool with first-class appearance and ability. It is natural for her to savor this rare jewel.

"…Yes. It is boring to control your body using the Command Spell. I will have you become my Servant out of your own will. …Yes, I will destroy your mind before your body." Caster glares with bewitching eyes at the girl in the white dress. She almost forgets about the Holy Grail. She thinks about Saber's white skin and imagines transforming her into a slave that only seeks pleasure.

―――She will make the girl into a tainted slave to her lusts. She will not do something crude like taking her virginity. She is a virgin. Then she should make her into a virgin that drowns in pleasure. A girl whose body will never be satisfied, greedily seeking pleasure… When she imagines it and smiles…

"What are you doing there, Caster?" An unemotional voice suddenly calls her from behind.

"――――!?" She turns around immediately. Above the temple… Someone slowly comes down the stairs that lead outside. A tall, lean figure appears from the darkness. There is no sound of footsteps, nor is there any presence to be felt. The man comes down into the temple and shows no emotion even after seeing the blood on the ground and the girl.

"――――Souichirou-sama." Caster changes her attitude right away. Her expression changes from one filled with joy and irritation to that of a tense Servant.

"Why are you here…? I believe I asked you to stay at the Ryudou Temple." "I questioned you first, Caster. I asked you what you are doing here."

The man―――Kuzuki Souichirou does not change the tone of his voice. The flat voice is more terrifying than any threat. A voice without emotion is like a mirror. A guilty conscience. The voice is more fearful to those with greater guilt. One is questioned not by Kuzuki, but by one's own mind.

"――――!" Caster holds her hands on her chest and reports to Kuzuki. He is not one that can be fooled. No, she cannot bear to tell a lie to this person.

"I have taken away a Servant last night from one of the Masters, Emiya Shirou. …I let Emiya Shirou go, but he is no longer a Master. If he is smart, he should not oppose us anymore."

"I see. But I have not given such an order." "I acted arbitrarily, Master. After that, I attacked the church to obtain the 'vessel' of the Holy Grail. I have killed the priest, the caretaker of the Holy Grail, but the Grail's whereabouts are unknown." "That was your decision as well, huh? You must not have returned because you could not find the Holy Grail. …Hm. But it is a place you obtained after much trouble. It would be meaningless to abandon it without finding what you are after."

Kuzuki's words are not criticizing her. But Caster can only be ashamed of herself. She killed the priest who knew where the Holy Grail was, but she still does not have the Holy Grail. Furthermore, she has revealed her own action which should have been hidden from him. What else can she call it but a total failure?

"I understand the situation. Can you explain why you did this, Caster?" "…I am sorry. But this is all for you, Master. My goal is to lead you to victory. I have no other reason." "――――――――" A long silence. After hearing Caster's declaration, Kuzuki Souichirou murmurs, "I see".

"Then I cannot move away from here. Your troubles will be for nothing if other Masters find the Holy Grail while we are absent." "Then, Master…" "You can search this place until you are satisfied. I shall remain here until you are done. You alone are not fit for fighting. You will need a guard until Saber is under your control."

"Huh―――? N-No, there is no need for that. I do not need your help, and I do not know how long the search will take. And this place is dangerous. You will be safer if you return to the Ryudou Temple." "That is true. But if I do that, I cannot fulfill my objective."

"?" Those words are unexpected even for Caster. What kind of an objective does this man have, who has no interest even in the Holy Grail which can grant any wish?

"Souichirou-sama, then…" "Hurry. I do not care if it is not here. Just make sure you come up with a clear result." With that, Kuzuki goes back up the stairs. "――――――――" Caster watches him go in blank amazement. The dark room is still silent. The footsteps going up the stairs still cannot be heard.

End Of Interlude

"―――――――" I open my eyes. My eyes are not the only things that wake up, as my sleeping mind wakes up as well.

"The wound is――――not a problem." I check the wound on my left shoulder. It still hurts, but there's no intense pain like last night. The heat in my body has gone away somewhat. It shouldn't be a problem for me to move around.

I eat breakfast and satisfy my hunger. Food comes before anything else. My body won't move unless it gets the nutrition it needs.

"――――All right." I reapply the bandage. The wound has turned dark blue. It hasn't healed up, and I can see fresh red meat.

"―――Of course. Saber's not here." I disinfect it, put gauze over it, and wrap bandages around it. It's a primitive first-aid treatment to wrap and constrict the wound, but I have to do this so it won't get any worse. "All done. I'll need a weapon now."

It's cloudy today. It must be really cold, as there is frost on the grass outside.

"――――――――" But that's meaningless to me. I feel no cold. My body is burning and I want to pour ice water over myself. But this is much better than the condition I was in last night.

The only things I can find are wooden swords. I choose the one that looks like it is the best and put it into my shinai bag.

I slap my cheeks. I don't know if it's to encourage myself or to reassure myself that I won't be coming back here. I honestly don't know why I did that.

I carry the shinai bag over my right shoulder and head outside. The place I've lived at for so long. The shed was like my own room, but I don't turn to look at it.

――――Well. Even though I've decided to fight, there are many problems. I have to determine clearly what I should do first, or I'll probably end up not getting anything done. …There is only one course of action.

#votestaynight

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Should apologize

I cannot type or spell for the life of me today. I've been doing rp stuff all day and I have to stop and triple check everything

[thefanficmonster]

Hello my darling, my deepest apologies for this horribly belated reply. I got so caught up with school functions and competitions I couldn't find the time to log into any of my socials. However, don't you worry angel, I kept you in mind ;) While sitting in boring lectures, my mind stirred up questions that I now cannot wait for you to answer. Feel free to ignore any of them if you aren't comfortable with answering them.

▪ What's your zodiac sign? ▪ How do you find inspiration for the things you write? ▪ How long does it usually take you to finish one piece of your masterpieces? ▪ Exactly why did you start writing for Corpse Husband? (In a good way obviously, your work got me through so many hard times T-T) ▪ Which fandom do you enjoy writing for the most? ▪ Favourite piece of jewellery? (I personally adore rings!) ▪ Favourite show of all time? ▪ Cats or dogs? (Extremely important question.) ▪ Last but not the least, if you could have anything in the world, what three things would you ask for?

I have tons more but I think I'll save those for later. I do need to save up reasons to talk to you after all ;) Anyway, I hope you had a wonderful week and I'll be sure to try to leave you a message more often.

My favourite subject will have to be either English or History :')

Until then, good day/night to you love

~🌹

Hi dearest! I’m so happy to be receiving a message from you, I’ve missed you so much! 🥰🥰🥰

How dare school torture you with so many tasks and stresses?!?! I’LL KICK ITS ASS 😤 Jokes aside, I hope you’ve been taking the time for self-care and relaxation even with the stressful work amount you’ve been doing. Pace yourself and don’t overwork yourself, ok hun? I know it’s easier said than done but I really don’t want you struggling with burnout or anything when it’s all over 🥺❤

Answers you shall receive! I’ll add my own questions for you at the bottom, feel free to ignore some or all of them, I know you’re busy and I don’t want to be a bother, but if you choose to answer them I hope they give you some time to relax 🤗

 Sagittarius (I never spell it right, bless auto-correct 😂)

Depending on what I’m writing be it a request for Tumblr or an original work of fanfiction, I take a moment to conjure a dialog in my head going on between the characters. When I have it down, I can’t help but be motivated to write it 😌 I also have a playlist of chill songs (Lauv, Lany, Keshi, Troye Sivan) that help me write

Depends on what the request is usually, but it takes me about 1-2 hours if I sit and take it from start to finish (if I’m feeling really inspired that day)

I have no idea what flipped in me but I was head over heels in love with this man. His wholesome, sweet but also jokester personality spoke to me. And although I’d struggled with impostor syndrome due to a previously failed attempt at fanfiction, I joined tumblr and started writing and it was the best thing I’ve done for myself in my entire life. You amazing people changed my life and I can’t thank you enough ❤😭

This is a tough one cause I have so many: the streamers I consider one fandom in my writing so they take the number one spot, closely followed by the Supermassive video games I write for 😊

I’m a HUGE jewelry lover! I’m torn between necklaces (especially chokers) and rings but if I had to pick, I’d say rings 🤭

Lucifer, still can’t believe it’s over. I owe so much of the person I am today to that show 😭

BOTH! But if I had to pick, with the tiniest difference between preferences, I’d say I’m slightly more of a dog person 😌

The ability to meet all my online friends IRL; The superpower to bring people happiness; Endless supply of coffee and books 🤭💕

I’m looking forward to answering your other questions as well! In the meantime, here are a few of mine:

What’s your zodiac sign?

What’s your favorite month of the year?

Favorite fandom you’ve ever been in?

Person/piece of media that changed your life?

Three things you can’t live without?

Cats or dogs? (I must know your answer as well 🤭)

Favorite video game?

Favorite fictional couple/ship (if you’re not a shipper, then answer with your favorite platonic duo)

Favorite thing you own and one thing you wish to own in the future

Lots of love, hugs and kisses ~ Vy 💌