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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Dj Got Us Fallin' In Love

content: leo valdez x daughter of apollo! reader warning: language, cringey ass songs for humor, kissing (ewwwwww major ick bro wtf barfing as we speak-) author's note: see this is what happens when I try to take a break from writing…I end of writing. I am not ashamed, I’m just a girl in the world who has homework she should do but instead wrong fanfics 🤪🤪🤪 ANYWAYS this is so painfully sad at times but also really funny in my opinion. Also I will not accept negative judgement on the songs I didn’t have brain power to super customize them so this is what we get.

y/n was sick of the fighting. they’d all been on the argo ii together for far too long and it came out in petty fights and arguments. y/n was willing to leave it alone until frank, who managed to be the only person to stay out of the petty fights, got pulled into an argument with piper over socks…yeah, socks, you heard me right. to say the daughter of apollo was on the verge of pulling her hair out would be a lie, based on the clumps of hair that went down the drain of her shower. she was going to fix this and she knew just how to do that.

“hey, leo, where’s the speaker you made a few weeks ago?” she asked, peeking her head into the engine room. without looking at her or saying anything, he jabbed his finger towards the corner, where the bronze speaker was nuzzled. she frowned but went and picked it up. y/n went to leave but stopped at the door, turning towards the boy who still had yet to say anything or look at her.

“leo-”

“y/n, i really don’t want to snap at you right now but i am not in the mood. like, at all. leave…please,” he huffed out before forcing his words to sound calmer and not so snipped. he wasn’t lying, he really didn’t want to be mad at her too.

“okay, okay, i get it,” y/n whispered back, leaving like he asked. as she walked away, she felt all that much more confident in her decision. now leo, the boy that’s her best friend (and crush but shh lets not talk about that), was getting pissy with her too? nope, all this pettiness was ending tonight.

Following another awkward dinner, with people bitterly asking for the passing of salt or pepper, y/n volunteered for the first night shift. no one argued - at least not with her anyways. there were definitely snide comments made to others as they went to their rooms. maybe an hour had passed since the hellish dinner before alarms started ringing through the boat, a sure sign that something was happening on the deck. where y/n was…alone. everyone scrambled out of their rooms, still in their pajamas and raced up the stairs. leo went to the helm, turning the alarms off and frowning at the lack of a daughter of apollo.

“where’s y/n?” he asked, worry and panic growing in the pit of his stomach at the lack of response. “hey, where’s y/n-”

so we back in the club with our bodies rockin' from side to side side, side to side, uh

“is- is that ‘dj got us fallin in love’ by usher?” percy asked as the music blared from somewhere, everyone confused as the pounding club music continued to play.

“i’m sick of the all fighting. absolutely sick of it. it’s over the pettiest shit and there is no point in it. so, i’m fixing it. right here, right now,” the daughter of apollo called, appearing from behind a pole and approaching the group. leo huffed, glaring at the girl for freaking him out. Though, he couldn’t stop the smile from taking over his lips at the thought that she figured to fix the group dynamic with usher.

“we’re dancing out all this bad energy. if my dad was right about anything, it’s music. c’mon,” she mused, smiling at the group, which didn’t budge. if anything, the seven pajama-clad demigods moved closer together to form a barricade of non-dancing people. at least it was the most unifying thing they'd done in weeks.

“fine. i’ll dance by myself. you’ll all break eventually,” the daughter of apollo hummed, a knowing smirk on her face as she moved in front of them. leo took one look at her face and knew within thirty minutes they’d all be dancing. but he refused to be the first one to break. the ruthless mocking from piper over his crush was not worth it.

“let me remind you all, you’ve all told me your favorite songs, those cringy songs that you love that you don’t want people to know you love. those songs that just, oh, i dunno, make you dance,” she taunted, giving them all one last chance to give in. the group shared a nervous glance but still didn't budge.

"have it your way," the girl added in a sing-songy voice, bouncing over to the speaker and hiding what song she picked next until it played loudly for all of them.

it's so crazy right now most incredibly, it's ya girl, b (yes) it's ya boy, young you ready? uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no (ow)

"shit."

leo heard it from somewhere to his left but couldn't exactly pinpoint who said it. everyone was glancing around as y/n subtly dancing in front of them, not yet pointing out who it was. she had this way of dancing casually but leo was hypnotized, his knee jerking to join her but he held strong.

"when i talk to my friends so quietly. who he think he is? look at what you did to me. tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress. if you ain't there, ain't nobody else to impress," y/n sang along, making a face as she mixed up some of the lyrics. but, leo knew she never missed lyrics and that it was all a ploy to-

"those aren't the words!" annabeth huffed before slapping a hand over her lips, realizing she'd completely outed herself. laughs flew through the group as she shrugged her shoulders before pushing her way out of the group with a smile, joining the daughter of apollo with a giggle. now it was the two of them, dancing sloppily and laughing. leo figured the lovestruck look on percy's face matched his own.

"one down, six more to go!" y/n cheered as she moved to change the song once more, putting a few on queue before joining annabeth to just wiggle about while they waited.

i hopped off the plane at lax with a dream and my cardigan welcome to the land of fame excess (woah) am i gonna fit in?

"oh, gods."

leo knew who it was this time, smirking as he looked over at piper, who nervously glanced up at leo before subtly shoving him away. y/n and annabeth were going crazy by themselves, dancing themselves out of the breath. during the second verse, they approached the daughter of aphrodite, who finally gave in with a laugh and joined the other two girls. during the chorus, when they'd 'move their hips,' leo had to look away every time, in fear he'd have a, er...problem down under. if you get what I mean.

now, with two down, the group was growing more casual. there was the tapping of feet and the sharing of jokes. all bitterness was gone, people who would have slit each others throats fifteen minutes ago now best buds again. before leo could think about it more, the song changed again.

yeah, i'm out that brooklyn, now i'm down in tribeca right next to de niro, but i’ll be hood forever i’m the new sinatra, and since i made it here i can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere i used to cop in harlem – hola, my dominicanos (dinero!)

"that's me, i have no shame!" percy instant cheered, breaking formation and joining the girls. they laughed at him, happily bringing him into the group and then trying to coordinate a dance but it simply wasn't working.

"you should have some shame!" leo called back and percy shot him a glare as he spun annabeth around.

"we haven't heard yours yet, repair boy, we'll see who should be ashamed."

an hour ago and that sentence would have sent leo into a fireball of rage but partnered with the good vibes and the son of the sea gods smile, leo couldn't help but laugh.

kelly, can you handle this? michelle, can you handle this? beyoncé, can you handle this? i don't think they can handle this!

out of the corner of his eye, he saw frank hang his head as a blush settled over his cheeks. hazel looked up at him with an amused smile, clearly in on the joke. frank just shook his head and moved forwards, cheers coming from the dancing group. leo caught y/n's eyes, shaking his head at her. she just smiled brightly at him before piper spun her, forcing her eyes off the boy.

it's hot in, so hot in here so hot in… (ah) oh! want a little bit of (uh, uh), and a little bit of (uh, uh) just a little bit of, just a little bit of just a little bit of, just a little bit of i was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious (Uh)

leo laughed, shaking his head as the remaining people, jason and hazel, instantly darted their eyes to the boy. y/n dancing towards him, holding her hands out as she mouthed along to the words, the group dancing behind her. he shook his head more but took her hand, instantly spinning the girl and allowing her to pull him into the near mosh pit. she was basically attached him at the hip now, her hips occasionally grazing his in rhythm with the song, causing the boy to glare down at her cheekily smiling face.

no clouds in my stones let it rain, i hydroplane in the bank comin' down like the dow jones when the clouds come, we gone we roc-a-fella we fly higher than weather In g5's or better

"I like how it sounds," hazel justified as she moved into the group, y/n abandoning leo for a moment to swish and swing with the daugther of pluto for a while. jason was the last man standing, his arms crossed as he stared at the group with a small smile, all eyes on him.

"you wanna just join now, jase?" y/n offered, holding her hand out to jason only to be met with shouts of objection.

"no, no. we all had to reveal our songs, he has to, too," leo argued, taking the girl's free hand and spinning her around and back into his chest. she offered jason an embarrassed look but he just waved her off with his smile steady.

ask for money and get advice, huh ask for advice, get money twice, huh i'm from the dirty, huh, but that chico nice, ha y'all call it a moment, i call it a life one day while my light is glowin' i’ll be in my castle golden but until the gates are open i just wanna feel this moment

the whole group burst out with laughs as jason proudly waltzed his way into the mosh pit. now the music didn't matter anymore, just that they were dancing around with their friends. leo had the vague thought that this must be what prom feels like but he didn't think any of them would find out. then, ribs by lorde started to play; y/n's pick. it was a lot slower, everyone stopping to catch their breath. no one talked yet though, still enjoying the atmosphere of just dancing it out. of just being teens for the first time in...who knows how long.

slowly, as the song went on, the mosh pit started moshing again. it was just such a relatable song to them; these eight kids with the weight of the world on their shoulders, most of them for the second time. of course they just wanted to be kids again, or for the first time. the guys pretended not to notice the tears in the girl's eyes while they danced and they tried to pretend they didn't get misty eyed too.

this dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets and i've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old

i want 'em back, i want 'em back the minds we had, the minds we had how all the thoughts, how all the thoughts moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads

leo caught y/n's eyes over the dancing group, the two of them unable to pull their eyes off the other as the lyrics blared into their ears. and in that moment, jumping up and down with some of his most favorite people in the world and looking the girl he loved in the eyes, he fell a little bit more in love with the world. but more importantly, he fell more in love with her. this bubbly sunshine girl who managed to save the group from fighting themselves to death with usher.

without a second thought, he weaved his way through the group and grabbed hold of y/n, causing her to look up at him, sweaty and out of breath and with frizzy hair but a smile nonetheless. he gripped her waist before cupping her face and leaning down, smashing his lips into hers as the beat dropped. that was accidently but it felt more magical then anything. y/n's arms instantly draped over his shoulders, one of them going to rest against his chest.

and leo didn't care about the cheers from their friends or about the fact that this would end tonight and when the sun rose they’d be back to world savers instead of teens. all he cared about was her and her lips. he smiled as he pulled back, his sweaty forehead resting against hers, the girl's smile brighter than her father's sun. and it was more than enough for him.

the minds we had, the minds we had it's not enough to feel the lack i want 'em back, i want 'em back, i want 'em you're the only friend i need (you're the only friend i need) sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids) and laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough) but that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

author’s note cont. : tbh, cried a little. They’re just kids. Like, literally children. Let them be kids THEYVE EARNED IT GOOD LORD BABY JESUS-

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #jason grace #piper mclean #hazel levesque #frank zhang #annabeth chase

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haeseolar · 3 months

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where the sky kisses the waters

kinnporsche - merman!porsche

rated G, 2.4k words

twitter / based on this fan art

tw: mentions of kinn grieving and mourning his mother's passing.

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It isn’t often that Kinn comes to the beach.

The ocean always reminds him of his mother, who would clumsily walk across the uneven sand in her sandals until she reached the shore, the skirt of her sundress rippling in the wind as she gazed out into the distance. She always felt so far away in those moments, trapped inside her own mind as she watched the waves and felt the cold salt water wash up over her feet. Kinn would be left to stand beside her in silence, having learned that until she snapped out of it, there was no getting through to her.

There were many times Kinn thought this would be their last beach trip where they’d travel all the way from Bangkok in his mother’s car, racing away under the anonymity of night with the sunrise pulling back the veil to welcome them when they reached their destination. Kinn knew his father knew, and his mother knew, too, but it didn’t stop them. Each time, when his mother shook him awake, whispering conspiratorially and shushing him with a finger over her lips and a glint in her eyes, he expected it to be the time they finally left.

It never was time to leave. Not even when Kinn’s mother died, or when Tankhun was too sick to take over as the head of the family, and not even when Kinn went through the worst betrayal of his life. It just never seemed like the right time, or enough to warrant such a decision. And so Kinn stayed, living the life that his father had crafted for him, forcing him to be everything he wasn’t - all for the sake of the family.

He felt the scorned gazes of a thousand people, all watching and waiting for him to fuck up, to crumble under the weight of their debts and his misdeeds. Everyone relied on him, one way or another, for good or bad reasons, but he had no one to turn to. He was responsible for their lives, their wages, and their futures, and he had the power to end it all or get into a position where it was done for him. Their loyalty knew no bounds, and he saw it, he felt it: the way they’d bow and reverently refer to him as Khun Kinn no matter how nasty he became, or how warped time and stress made him. He’d hear their whispers, reminiscing about the ‘old Khun Kinn’, acting as if he was once their saving grace.

This wasn’t his burden to bear. He knew that. His father knew that. His brothers knew that. But they didn’t hold out a hand, or offer him a lifeline.

As the sun rises on the horizon, the sky and the ocean becoming one, warm hues of reds and yellows changing into cool blues and greens, he understands why his mother would get lost in her thoughts here.

The ocean air is salty and makes him cringe as he adjusts, but once he’s settled it’s the freshest thing he’s ever smelled. He breathes it in, feeling his lungs expand around the oxygen, the toxins expelling as he breathes it all out again. Kinn allows the wind to carry it away for him, his eyes following a random route as he imagines his worries being taken away and becoming the universe’s problem rather than his.

There’s nothing sensible in his attire, kitted out in his specially tailor-made suit, his dress shoes hanging on the tips of his fingers by their heels with his socks stuffed inside them. But there’s no one here - no one watching him, or waiting, or relying on him to do anything at all. It’s the most relaxed he’s felt in months, maybe even years.

It’s been so long since he allowed himself to come back to the beach his mother used to take him to and to relish in the sights he’d only ever seen with her by his side. There’s an innate thing inside him that has been tugging him forward, beckoning him towards the beach, a voice in his head telling him that something is there, waiting for him. As the days passed by, the urge got stronger and more powerful until it took over his whole being until this morning, where he couldn’t sleep and finally snuck away to escape and to answer the ocean’s call.

Somehow, it’d been easier than he thought it would.

Where his mother’s ghost follows him with every step, feeling the warm brush of her arm against his, or the gust of wind that blows by sounding like her voice calling out his name, it doesn’t hurt as much as it once would’ve done. His heart pangs, his stomach in knots, but it feels right being here.

“Mae,” Kinn whispers, just to feel the way it feels on his lips again. It feels foreign, and clunky in his mouth, but it eases the pain in his chest for a moment. A waft of her soft, floral perfume permeates the air, and as soon as he smells it, it’s gone again.

Kinn’s eyes fall closed. He scrunches them up, massaging his temple as bursts of colour and shapes form on the back of his eyelids from the pressure. He’s almost thirty, and here he is, acting like the timid, soft-hearted boy he can never become again. He should go home, turn around and dust off the sand sticking to his feet and in between his toes. He should forget about this for good and move on, just like his father always tells him to.

You’re so stuck in the past that you can’t see what’s right in front of you, Kinn. His father would say, giving him a cold, pitying look as he then would say: Checkmate, leaving Kinn with nothing left on the chessboard to move with.

Kinn ruffles his hair, and then slicks it back again, hoping that the wax he put in it this morning before he left does its job and puts it back into place. Where the cool, salty tang of the morning breeze and the ocean lapping at his ankles was soothing, it’s now too much. Goosebumps ripple across his arms and make him shiver, the shifting granules of sand washing back and forth across his skin are like tiny knives slicing their way through, so he steps back, out of the water’s reach, sinking into the sodden ground as it gives beneath his weight.

One step back, two more, then three, and the sand becomes dry again, warming in the sun that’s drifted higher in the sky.

He should leave. There’s nothing here for him anymore, nothing but a ghost and an unfulfillable dream. There’s so much more he should do - he should be a filial son, a cold-hearted businessman, and a strong leader.

Kinn sighs, glancing around the area one last time, making peace with as much as he can right now. It’s a small, private area that’s set apart from the main beach by the rocky terrain that surrounds it, cocooning him in with small coves and uneven surfaces. There’s technically no entrance to it, you just have to be brave and curious enough to scale up the dunes and down the rocks. He’s not sure how his mother found this place and the realisation that he’ll never be able to ask her hurts. Because he wants to know. He wants to know how she got here, why she always brought him along and allowed him to share her space when she so clearly wanted to run away from it all. She didn’t have to do any of that, and yet she did.

But she always took him back. She never would've known that her death would lead to a cold, lifeless house with a traumatised Khun, an angry Kim, a husband and father who lost any form of warmth along with her passing. And Kinn - her dear son, who was lonely and barely keeping his head above water regardless of how much he tried.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, after all.

Kinn turns to leave, the sun warming his back, but then there’s a splash and a chirping noise coming from behind him.

He glances over his shoulder, expecting a seagull, but instead, he’s faced with a pair of light brown eyes watching him from a few metres away in the ocean. Kinn gasps, twisting and stumbling back as he eventually loses his balance, falling right on his ass.

The eyes watch him, eyebrows raising in question. Kinn can’t fully see the person they belong to, his head mostly submerged in the water, but he can make out loose, dark curls that stick to his wet skin, some strands floating on the water’s surface.

“What the fuck?” Kinn exclaims, panic seizing his whole body. He curls his fingers into the sand, taking fistfuls of it to try and steady himself.

The person in the water responds with another sound that suspiciously sounds like a laugh, and begins swimming towards him until the water goes lower and lower, slowly exposing his features and body. The man’s skin is rich and tanned, glowing and reflecting the sunlight. It emits an unearthly glow around him, like a halo, but it only brightens him instead of casting shadows. His features are delicate, pretty, almost feline with the soft curve of his eyes, his nose and the full pout of his lips. They’re so pink, even from this far away, Kinn can still see. He can see how beautiful the man is, how otherworldly he seems, moving through the water like it’s a part of him, the waves gently encouraging him forward as the ocean obeys his every command.

The curls fall around him as they leave the water, clinging to his skin and droplets cascading down his bare chest. Kinn can’t help but watch the path of one, following it all the way from the point of his chin and down the slope of his neck, down, past the curve of his pecs and the flatness of his stomach, all the way to his -

Kinn’s breath catches in his throat.

“You have a tail.”

A beautiful, prismatic blue one. Each scale shifts in colour, an iridescent sheen glossing over them, but they remain varying shades of blue. They go lighter, darker, pastel and deep, royal and fantastical. The man - merman? Kinn’s brain corrects, and comes to a stop, lying on his front with his tail kicked up behind him. The large fin at the end sways back and forth, almost like a cat’s when it’s curious.

The merman’s head tilts to the side, now propped up on his palm. Kinn’s eyes catch more blue scales winding their way up and around his neck and face, patches of them marking his skin.

“You don’t remember me?” The merman questions, his voice light and melodic.

Kinn wants to crawl forward, to lean into it, make the stranger keep talking to him like he’s singing a song that will lull him to sleep. He craves it, his stomach bottoming out, his arms shaking and knees becoming jelly.

“Should I?” Kinn asks in place of that, shoving the urge down. He’s acting on autopilot, the words spilling out of his mouth before he can even think twice about it.

He’s dead. Or hallucinating, or maybe both.

“Yes,” The merman pouts and Kinn’s heart stumbles, his pulse quickening. “You’re Kinn.”

The way his name is spoken sounds like a poem, a well of feeling and emotions that Kinn could never possibly hope to define, the slight twang of an accent to it, the harshness of the k into the soft, breathy n sound at the end tells a whole story he’s not privy to. But he wants to know.

“Who are you?” Kinn asks, his voice breaking on the second word.

“Porsche,” he replies, along with an eye roll, as if Kinn was stupid to ask.

“Porsche?” Kinn repeats incredulously, not expecting the name. It sounds too modern, too human, and nothing like what he would’ve guessed a creature he once believed fictional to have attached to him.

Something in Porsche’s eyes changes. His tail stops moving, his posture tensing.

“You really don’t remember,” Porsche says quietly, looking down at his reflection in the low tide.

“I don’t even know what’s going on!” Kinn replies sharply, the dampness of the sand seeping through his trousers and making this whole ordeal even more uncomfortable. “Why - how am I supposed to know you?”

Porsche glances up at him, his expression neutral. But then he smiles. It’s wide, making his eyes crinkle and his flushed cheeks bunch up. His eyes glitter, and the beautiful browns in his irises crescendo around Kinn like harsh waves crashing against the rocks. It completely and utterly disarms him, all the barriers and uncertainty and grief that possess him are lifted away, and the next breath he takes feels like he’s finally above water.

“It doesn’t matter,” Porsche replies, the smile never once dimming despite the anguish in his tone.

Kinn feels as if all the lights in the world have been shut off, leaving him in pitch-black darkness.

“It does,” Kinn says quickly, finally able to make his limbs move. He crawls forward, not caring that he’s ruining his suit and that seashells and rocks are cutting into his palms as he approaches Porsche. “What if I want to get to know you? Again?”

Kinn stops when the water is up to his wrists and soaking his shins and calves, when he’s within reaching distance of Porsche. He’s even more stunning up close, a feat that Kinn didn’t think could be possible. Porsche looks up at him through his eyelashes, beads of water clinging to the tips of them, cobwebs of dew connecting them all.

He can tell Porsche is assessing him, and he lets him. He allows this stranger, this mythical creature, this Porsche to look at him as much as he wants. He doesn’t care what Porsche sees - if he sees a weak man, a lost man, a lonely man or a desperate man trying to cling to the first thing that sparks something deep inside him. This could all be a trap, a dangerous siren coming to shore in hopes of luring Kinn into the depths with him, but it’s not a shock to him when he realises that he wouldn’t mind that.

Porsche sighs, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

And then there’s a hand reaching out for him, cupping his cheek, reeling him in until their lips collide and splashes of colour and memories bloom in his brain, filling out the gaps and crevices of things that he’d long lost: a friend, a lover, his Porsche.

#kinnporsche #my writing #kinnporsche fic #kinnporsche the series #kpts

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sagesilentfire · 2 months

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Hello, everyone. It's so strange to be saying this, but the last part of SAMATFOE is imminent, and we're getting closer and closer to the End. It's been a really fun five years. (Four to ya'll, but I've been working on this for longer than I've been talking about it publicly!) The cast of characters has expanded dramatically, I've gotten much better as a writer and artist, and I feel I've grown as a person too. I won't stop stalking the svtfoe tag or talking about svtfoe after this is done, don't worry, but I have a lot of non-svtfoe related plans in the future, so if you like Sílthéy and her weird siblings, don't stop following when SAMATFOE is over.

But as for the actual contents of s5, well, I've got lots of plans. We've got a dark magic plague that's an incredibly transparent metaphor for climate change. We've got Mina playing the oil barons and trying to stop everyone from saving the world for her own personal gain. We've got Glossaryck (capitalism). We've even got the answers to a lot of mysteries and character arcs. Like, so many character arcs. It has been incredibly difficult to stuff all these character arcs into this far-too-short piece of fanfiction. But I hope I did that adequately.

On a personal note, while hiring a beta/sensitivity reader for a piece as massive as SAMATFOE proved impossible for someone who does not own their own money, I have done a lot more research than I had at seventeen. I wanted the monsters to be more than just badly-done allegories for Native Americans – I wanted them to be people with their own culture, history, and ideas. People who are inspired by real-world Indigenous cultures, but, because they're literally nonhuman, are distinct from them. Whether or not they could count as Indigenous is discussed in-text, but I do not come to an actual conclusion because I want my readers to draw their own. It's not my place to say whether colonized space aliens could be Indigenous. And their connection to the land and to magic is drawn from their shared knowledge, not mysticism, and their culture is idealized because a caring godlike entity helped them to that, not because they're better than anyone. I hope to demonstrate that they are all people, first and foremost. Because we're going to be spending time in Septarsis! So much time! And Toffee has officially been promoted to main character status! It's Star and Marcie AND the Forces of Evil, babey!

But there's a lot of characters here. So, for the second and final time,

Dramatis Personae:

Star - Star doesn't know what to do. She has everything she ever wanted, even if she doesn't realize it. She has no future responsibilities, having passed that to Eclipsa, but she is still special and important, being the most powerful magic-user ever to exist and the only one who can fix the dark magic, and Toffee doesn't even seem to hate her. Sílthéy does, though, and that is a sticking point. Star is much less oblivious now, though even her oblivious former self would probably pick up on the bad vibes Sílthéy is actively sending her way. She wants everyone to see how hard she's working to make everything better, but Sílthéy doesn't, and that is unbearable. Add that to Shinjai avoiding her and Marcie growing distant, and she has very little time for introspection, even if that would help fix things.

Marcie - Marcie is done with Mewni. She can't believe she believed the Butterflys' lies for so long. She's going to devote herself to Septarsis as fervently as she did Mewni. She just... she doesn't want to bother anyone, or take anyone's time. Why should she get attention paid to her, when there are stronger and smarter magic users out there who could do so much to actually help the world? Marcie is small and useless, and clearly so easily tricked. Better to work on herself before she brings anyone else into her orbit. Also, Star keeps making bad decisions, and Marcie's boundaries are pushing her away too... maybe it's better to do everything alone.

Ludo - Ludo is having a great time! He's earned the trust of some of the monsters in the Avarius village, his plumbing has been fixed, and Pemma is teaching him how to use the Avarius Beacon! Certainly nothing bad is going to happen to him or anyone he cares about! :D

Buff Frog - I'll confess here: Buff Frog is not a huge part of s5. He'll appear in the finale, but he's not a fighter anymore, and lives a peaceful life in Septarsis. He still has fond feelings for Star, but he's not too worried about her. She's strong, and he has twelve young froglets to take care of. She'll be fine on her own... right?

Toffee - Una'met Co'tzin-Nekohtzaca, Last Child of Old Septarsis, The Forces of Evil, Kéta'cha For the Dragon of Space, is doing FINE. They're definitely not five bad seconds away from a total mental breakdown, definitely not, that would be bad for everyone involved, and they are a calm, peaceful, certified not-doing-bad-things-er. The fact that everyone is almost certainly going to die a horrible death from dark magic is fine. They just have to cram thirty-plus years of training into the rapidly-dwindling time before the entire multiverse is dead. They barely know Star Butterfly, except that she's too good for things like "basic training" and "reading." How are they going to do this? And why won't Sílthéy tell them why she caused this in the first place? Well, they do know one thing, which is they can't tell Star about that.

Jackie - Jackie is done with Star Butterfly. She's talked to... someone, and done some digging, and that only served to verify the book she was given in s4. She doesn't know anything about Mewni save for what the book told her, but she can't believe that she trusted the family that doomed her dimension.

Janna - Janna doesn't like this apocalypse. No chance of survival is boring. So she's going to do what she can to help out. Also, she's been keeping her own secrets, secrets that might hold the key to survival.

Tom - Tom isn't angry anymore. He's not angry at Eclipsa for keeping Miquiz locked up, he's not angry for the Butterflys for spreading the dark magic that's thrown the Underworld into chaos, he's not angry that he keeps being left out of things. He's. Not. Angry. Anymore!

Moon - Moon didn't kill her mother. She didn't. It was Toffee, Toffee who couldn't come up with some loophole, Toffee who couldn't forget a conversation that happened when they were a child, Toffee who aimed the arrow at Comet's chest. And her holding onto anger isn't what's driving Star away from her, it's Toffee. They're the one driving her daughter away from her! But as cold reality and remaining dark secrets loom behind her, her brittle facade is beginning to crumble.

Glossaryck - Glossaryck misses when he and Star got along. Yeah, he's destroying her dimension, and everyone in it, and her, all to win kudos from his family, but it really sucks that Star won't give him the time of day anymore. He used to be her wise old mentor! Geez, she was going to die anyways, that's what mortals do! Might as well get along before it happens!

River - River is tired of being left out of the loop. He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't know what to do. Moon barely speaks to him, she's always busy with Eclipsa, or whatever. But he might be the thing Moon needs, if she would only let him in.

Angie - Angie doesn't know if she should have had Mariposa. Sure, Mari is wonderful, and she loves her, and she DID NOT have a baby to replace Marcie dear god why were the svtfoe writers like that – *ahem* but the multiverse is ending, and Mariposa is just a baby... she didn't want to bring a baby into this world just to have them all die.

Rafael - Rafael is worried about Star. He's worried there's nothing he and Angie can do to help her. He's worried about Marcie. She seems really stressed about the dark magic. But he's the calm, goofy dad, so he's going to keep being that, and praying it'll help somehow.

Mariposa - Mariposa is fresh to the world, and doesn't understand much of anything yet. But everyone is worried she won't survive long enough to understand the world at all.

Kelly - Kelly is chilling. Apparently Star and Marcie are off on a trip to Septarsis, but that's none of her business as long as art classes and hangouts with Nova and Jorby go well. She might drop by to visit, though.

Miss Heinous - Saint Olga is dead. Miss Heinous's one reason for existing, her greatest love and greatest enemy, the robot who raised her, is dead. What does Miss Heinous do now?

Meteora - Meteora's doing great. She's won popular opinion, she's training to be a true Crown Princess, or at least a high-ranking official, if Sílthéy's democracy takes off. She's stepped into her role as a leader, far more than her mother could claim. But that's fine. Not everyone is suited for leadership.

Eclipsa - Eclipsa has an albatross around her neck. She is doing her best to ignore it, to be a good queen, to love her people, but... she cannot get away from the child she killed. Would it be easier if she was just always evil, not done one evil act out of rage and grief? Well, she knows what happened to her mother. What does she do now?

Globgor - Globgor is doing his best. He's a little miffed by Sílthéy mistrusting him, as her first big act of s5 will be to demonstrate how little he's valued as a Legitimate Voice of the Monsters, but really, who can complain. There's so much else going on, who cares if he fades into the background?

Shinjai - Shinjai gets the wand. Shinjai does not want the wand, and the circumstances surrounding her getting the wand are ridiculous, but she gets it, and she hates it, and she can't control it. Unlike Star, her inability to control the wand makes her not want to use the wand at all lest she hurt someone with it. Oh, and Star keeps wanting to teach her fun spells now that she's been handed this nuclear bomb of a magic wand, and Shinjai does not want to deal with Star. She hasn't forgiven Star. She doesn't want to forgive Star. She'll ignore Star as much as she can, and focus instead on Alice and the teen militia, which is much more fun. She loves Alice. She loves learning to fight, learning to battle the most dangerous people in the multiverse and win WITHOUT the help of a wand. She'd be doing great, if her past would stop knocking at her door.

Rasticore - Rasticore's worried about his partner. Una is fraying at the seams trying to fix everything, and he has the feeling they're not telling him something. But what else is new? He'll wait. He has friends to make, a new teenage militia to help train, and a Miss Heinous to keep from destroying Septarsis stone by stone. He's endlessly patient. When Una wants to talk to him, he'll be there for them. He just... has... to... wait...

Mina - Mina is trying to destroy the world. She doesn't tell her followers that, no, they don't even know the dark magic is a thing, but she wants Glossaryck to win and the Solarian Age, of which she is the last remnant, to end everything with it. So she'll destroy the world, and fulfill Solaria's dream of taking the Forces of Evil with her.

Lilacia - Lilacia is, somehow, a spoiler. Like, legitimately, the Princess Formerly Known as Ponyhead's role in s5 is a spoiler, and not for magic power-up speech cliché reasons. But she's still her dumb, ditzy self, of course.

Still Unnamed Mystery Character - "Stella" is still mysterious, but I promise you we'll get who she is and her backstory in this part ;)

Alice - Alice is wary of the new Mewman presence on the outskirts of Septarsis. She knows why they're there, but she's still extremely suspicious. She does not want them to hurt Septarsis. But she doesn't know that the true danger comes a little closer to home.

Teyauh - Teyauh is also a spoiler, but she'll be there!

Linda - Linda loves her wife, and will follow her anywhere, but Teyauh will have to accept that her knees don't work how they used to, so Linda will have to follow in a suit of POWER ARMOR, BABY!

Nova - Nova is part of the Nuxalkmc, an Indigenous tribe native to the Northwestern Turtle Island, and she loves that about herself. Now that Kelly and her dimensional scissors are here, she can finally explore the multiverse to find new places and see if they're anything like home. Septarsis is one of those places, and she loves it at first sight.

Dr. Edevane - Dr. Edevane is a doctor. He and Toffee have a lot to nerd out talk about together. He will be useful, too.

Dennis - Dennis is busy reigning in dozens of siblings, including Ludo. It's a busy life, but a happy one. Nothing bad whatsoever will happen to him! (I'm lying)

Chloe - Chloe doesn't know this "Star Butterfly" person, but she's very suspicious. But man, Mewni would be such a cool place to visit... so much magic! ...No, she needs to concentrate on being mad. And she is mad. She wants Earth to be like Mewni, like it deserves to be.

Hekapoo - Hekapoo doesn't like her dad's plan. He says it'll work out, it's fine, but the plan is... questionable. She doesn't like it. And she definitely isn't getting conflicting feelings about puppeteering her brother around, either...

Rhombulus - Ṯ̶̡̧̧̡̧̠͉̻̦̜̭͚̰̪̣̬̠̦̲̹̯̯̮̹̰̺̣̳̬̳̬͙̙̞̹͚͖̼̲̰̼̻̭͇̘̻̹͔̝͌͐̀̇̓̀́̄̇̓̊̚ͅH̶̛̠̽̎̇̽̉̃̔͒̽̈́͌͝Ȩ̸̢̧̛̛͔̭͍̪͈͚̮̘͙̭̳͍̺͖̗͇͍̘̱̉̽͑̆̌̓̆͛̓̌̈́̐̾͑̅͂͗̔̽̌̋̈́̎̈́́̓̓͌̆̄͐̀̋̅͂̒̓̔͗̈͊̊͆̄̒͘͘̚͘͝͝͠͠͠͠ͅ ̷̧̪̰͈̺̯̳̙̳̹̙̣͔̗̜̫̗̲̠̙̝̠̯̻̯̩͈͇͉̞̙͙͈̲̻̹̰̳̣̤̣̀́̐͆͜͜͜ͅͅK̵̨͎̙̩͓̘͇̳̩̲̝̳̼̖̯̘͖̹͙̪̰͙͔̤̭̘͖̖̪̬͓͚̫̦̝̠͍̙̊͛̏̈́͛́̒̈́͂͜͜͜͝ͅÍ̸̡̧̨̨̥͍̮̮͇̟͈͙̩̥͙̥͖͚͉̬̟̻̹̰̟̘͓̪̦̹͈̺̤̜̣̺͉̘͕̮̲͓̳͍͈͍̜̯̯̘̪͙̩͛́̐̆̈́͗͋̔̐̒̌̚͜ͅT̵̨̟̲̑̅̑̕̚T̶̨̨̨̛̞͖̻̖̞̹̜͉̦͓̣̠̗̘̣̺̲̹̘̻͎̤̝̤̜̞̜̳̭͎̲͙̮͓͕̼͇̘̃̈́̑̅͐̆͛͊̎̀̈́̔̐̂͛͒̎̕͜͜Ę̴̟̻͍͓̲̙͙̬̺̖̘͎̺̯͐̍̀͊̊̃̃̐̒̊̽̅̉̒̇̎̒͗͆̓͋͂̍̎̈̓́́͌̈͌̕͘̕̕͜͝͝͠͝͝Ņ̷̡̥͕̞̘͙͇̪̺̯͕̪͖̗̙͖̭̻̳͙͖̯̺̟̳̟̪̼̤̞̘̯̘̥̏́̊̾̓̀͐̑̈́͛͊͜͝͝͝S̸̨̨̨̡̤͕͚͈̻̯̫̯̦̖̣͈͔͉͚̠̪̮͚̳͈͇̯̱̯̙̙̬͎̝̪̬̦̙͇̝̲̤̰̃͒̓͒̾̀̋̎̊̈̀́̐̎̇͜͝ͅ ̵̧̧̛̣͉͕̤̻͔̰̜̺̮̘̞̠͓͚̹̗͒͐̽́̆̈́́̏̀̎̋͌̔́̌͗̎̍̉̀̃͌͂̎̽̿̃͂̎̽̌̈́̄́̀́̓̿̅́̎͆̾̆͑͌̔̿̑́́̕̕̕͝͝͝M̸̢̡̨̭͓̘͙̟̩̦͎̤̟̮̤͍͔̝̑̀̅̊̑̊́̂̈͑̽͋̃̑͋͐̆͆͊̈́́̋͑̋͜͝I̸̡̛̖̺͇͎͕̗̹̦̦̻̻̙͈͔̮̭̤̺͚͙͙͖̱̙͚̣̼̠̺̘̐̄͋͒̒͗̎̓͐͗͛̊̀̓̄̅̆̇̐͒̄̌̔͗̒̎̃̒̊̍̋͐̊͛͘͠͝͝͠S̴̨̡̡̨̲̖̺̭̺̱̰͎͓͇̰̙͙̩̯̺̖̲̥̜͖̦̙̹̜̻͙̠͉͇̲̲͍̞͚̭̯͕͋͐̌̾̈́̄͐̇̔͜͝͝Ş̴̢̨̢̝̬̤̯̗̞̳̟̞̲̠̮͇̻͙͖̻̜̺̘̑̑̆̈́̇͋͗͒͒́̅́́̚̕͝ ̷̨̡̡̛̛͚̩̣̠̠̹̘̟̼̘̤͇͖͓̙̺̙̮͚̫̺͖̠͇͙̏̆̋̆̀̅̓̔͋̐̐͛̃̾̃̿̓́̑̇̏̈̉͊̂̍̾͑̐̈́̀̑͑̈́̏͗̇͋̀̆́̍̊̃̀͐͘̚̚͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅḨ̶̨̧̻̺̟͚̠͍̗͙̗̹͇̗̦͔͕̮̦͖͔̝͚̟̖̖͉̾̔͒̓̋̀̔̅̿̈̑͆̀̇̇̄̈́́͋̿͐͆̔̂̈́͋̈́̊̊̈́̓̈́͋̕͘͝͝͝I̷̡̡̢̨̹͎̼̻̖̗̭̫̩̣̬̻̦̠̗̰̥͕̗̟̯̰͉͙̯͖̦͚̟̖̞͍̦̙̯̲̲̖̲̲̜͚̓̍͜ͅM̶̧̡̢̧̧̙̥̭̲̖̦͙̘̙͈͓͖̩̜̦͍̦̘͍̘͕̳̜̱͚̥̹͓͕͉͔͕̫̺̮͕̳͖͉̭̺͙̠͖̥͕͖͙̜̉͑͛̎̓̈́͐͋̐̀̏̊̀̽͋̈́͊̄͌̋̌̐̓̄̉̓͒̕̕͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅ

Reynaldo - Reynaldo looks and looks and he does and does, but he does not win this bet. It is the thing he wants most, that he will do all sorts of terrible, horrible-things-that-make-him-want-to-throw-up to get. What is it?

Omnitraxus Prime - Omni will do anything to protect the multiverse. Including trusting zir dad, who is looking more untrustworthy by the day, and trusting Mina, who was never trustworthy in the first place. Mina has much more training than Star, and strong magical ability from spending three hundred years close to the wand, and it's the best option... right?

Necahua - Necahua is a mess currently, and being a mess leaves you more open to mistakes. Uh oh! Una still loves them, though.

In fact, I made a short story in my creative writing class about the relationships between Una'met, Necahua, and Cayeto, since I feel they got overlooked in the main story. Yes, no one in my class had any idea what was going on. I'll post it next, before chapters 1 and 2 of s5.

Cayeto - Cayeto is also in the short story. He doesn't play a huge role in the main plot, but he is just another reason Toffee does the things they do. He died hoping that Una and Necahua, specifically, survived, and Necahua died, so he does not have the best grip on reality.

Xocochiapal - Xoco is the de-facto ghost leader of the ghosts now. No legislation without representation, right? Toffee does most of the work, but she's in charge when they can't address a thing right away. She was right despite everyone else blindly going to their deaths, and now everyone knows it. She also was the highest-ranked Septarian to become a ghost, and her hatred of the Mewman occupation is a clear and strong motivation.

Tecoloa - Tecoloa is the voice of reason. The good one. She died protecting her elementary school class from the worst of the heat, and that caring nature has translated into protecting everyone she can.

Sílthéy - Sílthéy is a character now, and OH BOY is she happy about it. She hates Star and will never get over it, and she loves to remind Star of that fact. She feels immense guilt for what happened with Septarsis, and will never get over that, either. She is a mess, but she's been hiding her messiness for 0/0 years, so she's a pro. And it's not like anyone here can stop her from being a mess, can they? So she'll go on being a mess in her corner, and she'll be fine. Her hobbies include storytelling, dissing Star, and doing the most bizarre stuff in the background of any given scene. She owns her weirdness. She's annoying, but that just makes her more fun to write.

Mocel - Mocel is mad at Eclipsa. She's mad at all Mewmans, really. She cares a lot about Miquiz, and she hates that he's locked up while she, with her lightweight ash body, can sneak out whenever she likes. The world isn't fair, and she knows it.

Miquiz - Miquiz is dying a second time. The dark magic wound on his chest is expanding. He doesn't want to leave, not without seeing the sun again, but he may not have a choice. He doesn't want to leave without saying something to Eclipsa, but again, no choice. He doesn't know what to do.

Tecolo - Tecolo is just vibin. He wants to see Ludo again, and he will, but he's mostly busy having fun with his dead and living relatives after centuries floating in the void.

#svtfoe #svtfoe critical #svtfoe negativity #svtfoe rewrite #svtfoe salt #star vs the forces of evil #samatfoe #art #my art #my posts #update #sunday: i'm posting the short story. two weeks after that s5 officially begins.#queue queue

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gofancyninjaworld · 1 year

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Some more thoughts on 'Morality Pets Redux'

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ONE still blows me away by how clearly he differentiates between manga and webcomic. There's a tradeoff that he respects: if the webcomic is short, sharp and to the point, then the characters have limitations in how they can interact, try things out, and grow. Conversely, if the manga is long to the point that it can take a long time for it to get to some sort of point, the characters have more scope to find themselves. He treats both versions with respect and if there's no scope for characters to change themselves, then they don't. Which is why we have two great stories to read! :D

There's no point in Tatsumaki changing in the webcomic because there's no one willing to have her in their lives. She's been so toxic that all Fubuki wants is to be left the hell alone, and even Saitama's gone 'eh, I've lost all interest' after she rebuffs his attempts to reach out very rudely. She notes that she ends up driving everyone away, but she's far from actually accepting that she needs to change. Tatsumaki in the manga has positive reasons to change -- she has a sister who wants to get along better with her. Doing so means accepting both her and the people around her, even if it's difficult and there are legitimate challenges. It's a hard pill to swallow but she's trying.

I really appreciate the difference between regretting the consequences of one's actions and being prepared to change one's actions. So human. If feeling bad about our actions was enough to change them, there'd be no anti-addiction or dieting services, counselling would be rare, and prisons would be all but empty.

In both versions, Genos is the guy who wants ultimate destructive power and is willing to even kill himself if it'll take enemies to Hell with him. However, for a guy who is so committed to destruction, it's striking that he's cut to the quick when Sonic taunts him saying that he can't protect anyone.

There's no scope to explore this seeming contradiction in the webcomic. We need to accept that hey, he has places where he won't go and that's fine. The manga has more space, so ONE can dig into the protect vs. destroy issue and have him have to make decisions about what he actually values. The despair that lanced through him when victory slipped through his grasp when fighting Elder Centipede says so much about what matters:

Something @carma-tjol said in their tags really added a lot to my understanding: they pointed to the link between Genos seeing himself as having value and changing his outlook on heroes from assets to people. It added so much salience to Fubuki refusing to run away and risking her life to save him because she didn't abandon her people. She really challenged his outlook.

I like that he's still wrestling with himself after the fact. Had King not come when he did, it'd have been a lose-lose situation: Tatsumaki would be dead anyway and the monsters would be free to rampage over the land and kill millions. He needed to hear Saitama telling him he'd done right to feel a sense of peace. It's very human -- it's hard not to look back even when we see that we've made the right choice.

Come to that, there was something that we'd (okay me and the small sharing circle of mutuals who talk too much about Genos) had been fearing: that Saitama would just note that Genos was broken again, the way he had in the webcomic. Remember this thread? It very nearly came to pass but for King intervening and vouching for Genos so that Saitama had to change the way he saw his disciple. Thank goodness.

If King hadn't been there, because Genos is actively questioning himself, the outcome of Saitama seeming to be dismissive wouldn't have been mere depression. It'd have been total despair. What Genos would have heard is that he's weak and lacked the guts to follow through on his committment to destroy enemies even if it meant killing himself. Talk about a tragic misunderstanding! Blessedly, ONE meters his angst -- it doesn't do to crush all your character's hope in one go.

#OPM #meta #more thoughts #Tatsumaki #Genos #Fubuki #from webcomic to manga

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I kind of imagine their spirit stuck in the item and being a looming spirit, but the reader and the OC are linked mentally. Like in the field while fighting their more focused of keeping reader safe and guiding their actions so they're in the item. While when it's calm, maybe walking through a market then they come have a "body" and loom.

I also have the idea that they have very limited control over the readers body. As well as having different kinds of control due to them being different items.

Like if Abigail sees reader do something that puts them in danger she jerks their arm hard enough to make them stumble back. As if she's grabbed them by the wrist. And when they try to leave to go on some dangerous adventure the hand that she's worn on grabs the other to stop reader from opening the door.

With Elisha who's a hair tie or a choker she might have slight control over the readers mind since she's so close the readers head. Same thing with Theanna and Ainsly.

I also think that when you realize how toxic they are they have ways to stop you from removing them.

Abigail constricts around you hand so tight she might end up breaking it. Veronia just wraps around you like a cocoon. If Elisha's a choker she tightens until you either tap out or pass out. If she's a hair tie then twists and pulls on your hair so hard it feels like you're being scalped. Ainsly makes the pendant untouchable whether it her heating it up or electrifying the thing. And Theanna squeezes around your temple harder and harder it feels like she's going to cave your head in.

Again this is just spooky brainrot so if you have anymore ideas feel free in hopping on bus. I'm interested in what you think too.

(I'm so sorry this took so long since I had to gather my thoughts on it but it's finally here, please enjoy.)

♡ Them As Cursed Objects ♡

Perhaps putting on the faintly glowing crown of the former leader who rose to power through mysterious methods was a bad idea, but with your fellow rebels gathering around you, you could deal with the after effects later. For now the kingdom needed a symbolic leader and you could always relinquish control to a real leader later so you put it on.

She didn't appear immediately, which now you realize was the crown luring you into a false sense of security. She wanted to make sure she got it right with this ruler so it started with your dreams being invaded. Dreams with brilliant ideas for how to lead the kingdom towards peace. Things that made you feel as though it were destiny for you to take control since you saw the perfect way to run things as you slept.

Then the specter from the corner of your eye. She looked to be a noble woman, dressed in the garb of a prince but when you turned to look at her, she was gone. It started as being in the corner of your dreamscape, weird dreams that you always remembered when you woke up and were way more comprehensible than before.

It wasn't long before she appeared in court, invisible to those around her, except you. Almost as if giving the message that she was behind all the peace in your kingdom, that you shouldn't allow the power to taint you. And you, well you were far more respectful than previous kings, it only seemed fair that you leave offerings for the spirit that was so generous to guide your decisions.

You weren't aware that she was tied to the crown until one day you were set to meet another noble, someone who could be your consort, when the spirit appeared and your crown felt as though it was tightening painfully. She glared in your room, and you obeyed, afterall she must have some reason that this one will not work out.

So you tried again, and again, and again, and it was always the same thing. There wasn't really any way to ask the spirit who you should marry since she never seemed to talk except for in dreams, and well in dreams you always seemed to forget to broach the subject.

It wasn't until two years into your reign when you began to discuss replacements, that she finally spoke and you almost wish she hadn't because it seemed the spirit thought of herself as the king and you as her queen. Like you two were romantically entangled and now that you knew that, she was only more persistent in her advances.

"I can not allow MY queen to retire, I swear anyone that you attempt to give the crown to share perish by my hand until you resume wearing the crown." It was in the library, you were looking through books of noble families who supported the rebellion to find a suitable candidate, when those words came out, the spirit shredding your book to pieces.

"That book was property of the royal library, please don't damage any property." You stood up and rushed out of the library, realizing it was kind of stupid considering that the spirit would always be at your location but you had to get out when you considered how possessively the spirit spoke to you.

She seemed to subsist until later in the day when she approached you in your chambers, you now being acutely aware of how the spirit watched you sleep at night. All her gazes as you danced at balls made sense now. When you laughed and got close to your rebel buddies. How angry she looked at your proposal letters, taking them and throwing them in the fire as she read them from behind you.

"I refuse to allow anyone else to be my queen, as long as the crown lasts, you shall be my queen and we shall rule together, darling." Her cold lips gave you a kiss on the cheek as she sat on your bed for the first time since this had begun and beckoned you. And of course, like a fool you followed, afterall who could disobey the spirit who made your kingdom so prosperous.

The hair tie was intoxicating, cursed artifacts always were but this one particularly so. It had made it's way into your wares and well, you had to know what the item was before you could sell it to your customers. You knew a curse object when you saw one so you felt it was best to try it on to see the effect.

It was only a day after that you generally seemed happier, your sleep was better, you seemed healthier, and your mind was clearer than ever. It was magnificent. Yet, you knew it was cursed for a reason and you didn't want to be responsible for a death by giving someone a product that they don't know everything about. It had to be tested by you, especially as you had warding devices around to ward off anything too malicious.

Some days it changed form, to a simple choker, like it could anticipate what you would want to wear that day, as if the object almost aimed to please? Cursed objects never usually were so friendly but you surmised this wasn't the typical object that you were dealing with.

Perhaps something cursed by accident without malice, an object made for nefarious purpose that had a will of it's own and didn't want to hurt people. Well that thought was disproven quickly, so quickly that you might have gotten whiplash.

There the spirit stood, in the middle of the market place, smiling as she killed the guards that stole all of your wares. Sure your wares were illegal but the only reason you got them confiscated was because you didn't want to pay a bribe. Well now you figured out why the object was cursed, but strangely, you didn't feel the need to take it off, even after seeing her tap the guards with her cold hands and causing them to instantly fall to the ground.

Your first impression of the spirit was that she was clearly loyal to her master, it would make her a great object to keep around, you couldn't sell this, it was too good for protecting your business. The second thing you noticed was she looked cute, the kind of girl that doesn't look like she would do these things, she didn't seem to fit the setting, as if she was born in another world.

You barely spoke to her but she spoke often, sitting next to you at your stall and telling you little secrets about every customer who passed. She never seemed to harbor bad intentions towards your customers either, sure she was protective but otherwise she seemed non-violent.

Or maybe that was the hair tie manipulating you to justify all of her actions. Either way, your life was better now so did it even matter if the spirit was made with malice or not? You couldn't even bring yourself to care about how it had made it's way into your wares or why it looked somewhat unfamiliar to this world. Why the hair tie came with a cute spirit with the power to kill in a single touch. It never mattered to begin with.

At least until a fling of yours visited your room at the inn one night, someone with no malicious intent but the girl didn't see it that way. One tap was all it took and you had a big mess to clean up. Oh well, it really didn't bother you, afterall things were so much better than before, right?

Coming from a family of sword fighters and not learning to sword fight made you the black sheep of the family. You were much more interested in becoming a proper lady and obtaining the love of a knight, but at the current moment you were from a lesser family ans so the only way to earn your way to court was to be exceptional. That was how you would be able to catch the eye of a pretty knight.

You did have one skill, and that was lore on magical items. Ones that made the wielder invisible on the battlefield, one that would get you exactly what you needed, fame and glory. A handsome lady who would swear a knight oath to you.

And thus began a year long journey to visit any old dusty caves that you could in order to find any object that called to you. Still you found nothing until you were alerted to a cave that had been caved in near your families property. And what is any desperate lady to do except to take a pickaxe and bust your way in there.

Your family would forgive you when your hard work paid off, and paid off it did when atop a pile of untouched goodies sat a beautiful knight, holding a glove and seemingly looking at you.

In truth she had been buried there for years and was unable to wander far from her glove, but before the cave in she would go to the edge and see you reading books of love letters in the meadow, hoping that when you got to court that a lady would swear and oath to you.

Abigail never got to have that in her human life before she was bound to the glove, but if she got you to put the glove on then you'd both get something that you wanted. She knew that knights were rarely loyal even after and oath of loyalty, and she knew your chances of going to court were slim to none, so she'd have to give the pretty maiden what she desired.

It's only fair since you pulled her out of the cave, and this way, you'd be protected no matter what. She'd always be able to guide you out of danger and she'd have complete control over her precious lady so she could guarantee that you wouldn't be meandering with any foolish squires, desperate for a crumb of attention(coochie).

The spirit, she called herself Dame Parley, though said you could call her any name you liked as it had been so many years that she forgot her mortal name, you decided on Abigail, wrote you lover ballads almost every day. You presumed she was just so grateful to be free from the cave.

Sure it was nice to have the attention of a knight but this wasn't what you were expecting, she rarely even allowed you out on the battlefield despite now having enough skill to become a hero. She didn't seem to want you to make your name known, content to stay on your small family estate.

You were the one who wanted a knight to swear their oath to you, and what was a more permanent oath than a cursed glove that promised you would be the only lady in their life and that if you ever died, they would have the glove thrown into a flame to go with you.

Veronia, the spirit, made a very nice travel companion. She said that she was bound to the coat in order to maintain the original masters health but now that you were the owner, she had to help you wherever you decided to go. You thought of her as a companion that others were unable to see.

She liked you far more than any other fool she had been made to serve, putting in more attention to detail than she had done prior. You actually spoke with her and bantered with her on your journeys, unlike the previous adventurers who had worn her.

Adventurers did tend to be a selfish bunch, you knew that all too well, your travels had been filled with strife before your luck changed and you met Veronia in an equipment store. You got a wonderful deal too since no one seemed to notice she was attached to the coat.

Your most common complaint on the road was having to cocoon in Veronia's coat temporarily so the other adventurers who were destroying your camp would see you, and so you wouldn't see when Veronia made her appearance and slaughtered them brutally.

You always wondered why that was the only time she showed herself to people other than you, but otherwise you weren't too bothered. She was just your companion until you reached the quests end after all and she was good company, minus the murder.

Veronia didn't see it your way. How could she? I mean despite being a spirit, she also had a destined mate and it was you. It did take her longer to discover that then it would have if she had her physical form still, but all that mattered was that at the end of the day, she had finally found her mate.

Now she just had to find a way to broach the news to you. You'd understand right? She was your only companion on the trip, at least consistent companion, others tried joining but were often unsettled by her aura being all around you.

You were also the exception to the people that found her aura to be haunting. Previous users wanted her off as fast as they could, often thinking using the coat was more trouble than it was worth but you had been wearing her for months now so surely you'd accept her as your eternal companion.

Of course, you couldn't even find any complaints with this, being on the road was dreadfully lonely and having permanent company would be a blessing, right? Yeah, let's go with that.

Ainsley had come to you with the bargain first, the pendant dangling from her hands. You had limitless potentially when it came to the study of magic but very little mana. Ainsley had infinite mana but no body anymore to continue to use it with.

She was property of the magic academy but no one had been allowed to wear her until she decide she wanted you to be her wearer and the academy had to oblige though they were warned not to warn you of any of the side effects.

She'd fallen in love with you as she saw your study, the way your mind worked when it came to magic was incomparable and she knew that you two must be destined for each other. She just had to make the circumstances to make it happen.

It wasn't hard to make the choice to wear the necklace, although you were a little bit bothered by the flirtatious spirit inside, a spirit was all she was so it wasn't like anything could actually happened and you wanted to progress your research before marrying your wonderful fiance so it was a win in your book.

Ainsley really wanted to give you privacy to begin with, she really did, she swears, but seeing you giggle and kick your legs like a schoolgirl when you received letters from home, was just pushing her limits.

For a genius, you were so blind to her advances so she should have seen this coming. She needed to work harder, after all you two were soulmates and with your weird circumstances, it meant she had to push for the relationship much harder. You'd come around.

She had almost free roam of the academy but usually chose to remain at your side, near the necklace so she could guide you in the right direction when you needed a firm scolding. Her free roam would work to her advantage.

The kingdom was desperate to keep her infinite well of mana on their side so they'd do her almost any favor, including sending a woman to seduce your fiance and then send you proof of the seduction so you'd realize that being with mortals when you were on the cusp of immortality, was extremely foolish.

The immortality was just a fun little surprise she'd tell you about later once you finally were rid of the mortals who were holding your studies back. Afterall, only those with a use were good enough to be near her baby girl.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc theanna #my oc elisha #my oc abigail #my oc veronia #my oc ainsley

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julyourwitch · 9 months

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~ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 ~

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My name is Agathi but you can call me Julie or Jul (these are my nicknames that I use for a long time, my old nicknames are kinda embarrassing XD)

I'm from Greece 🇬🇷 The most beautiful and unique country!

(Some people had passed me as Bulgarian/Russian/German girl idk why maybe it's because of my skin and my face/characteristics 😆😆)

Anyways! I'm 21 and my major is cooking,although I don't like it much or hate it, just yk kinda boring (?) Well sometimes bad decisions can bring you good opportunities or chances in your future! Soooo, my fave color is black, green and shades of green, gray, brown etc 🤎🖤🤍💚

My big 3 are: ☀️♐ ⬆️♉ 🌙♏

And now the most important and lovely part of me!

When I was 5-6 yo I had a terrible "accident" (not me but the little boy who were with me and I was in front of this "accident ")and after this incident... A lot of things had happened in my whole life till so far.

I used to feel, sense, sometimes with blurred vision shadows, souls, spirits and most of them were powerful for me as a young Julie who didn't know a shit about these thingies 🤪

Soooo after all these things, incidents, situations etc in 2015-2016 I started learning from my mom how to do readings aka past-future-present reading with the playing cards! (My mom also is spiritual and we got this gift from her dad) so I was constantly learning and learning and learning (only what she feels I couldn't even see the numbers or smth). In 2018-2019 had the worst experiences ever, when I say the worst I mean THE WORST. it was the first time that I was so hurt, broken emotionally and betrayed from a friendship back then I thought I loved. Yeah sure some people take a small/part piece from your heart with them and it's totally fine. I had- I was too close to have depression. And no it's not the "omg I'm so sad, I can't this I can't do that" it's more like" bed, always in bed not even thoughts, not even emotions, everything was meaningless for me, my windows always closed not even be able to see if it's day or not,in bed with the same position every day/night.not even go to pee, take a shower nothing. I was like" Nothing matters, it's just another day or night. " not even hungry. For almost a year.

AFTER THIS SHIT THO I HAD MY 1ST SPIRITUAL AWAKENING LIKE IT WAS PRETTY CRAZY AND POWERFUL FOR MY HEART/SOUL.

For real I had HAD the urge to live, to survive, to feel again, I started crying out of nowhere, crying constantly for 4 hours (yeah it's a lot) and from 2020 till now I can say..

I'm so grateful for everything, for my journey that was tough and hard for me, for real when they say"with the pain comes the courage and strength after" hits different. I am grateful and thankful for every moment that has made me struggle, hurt, cry, be angry, resent, be disappointed, withdraw, fear, hesitate, shout, judge, exclude, censor. And yet difficulties and heavy emotions make you more dynamic, powerful, more prepared, more mature and rational/ logical. Because you know you'll meet them(vicious cycle of emotions) again and that's why life is beautiful and special. each of us is fighting for HIS own life alone. That's why we entered this human body to learn a lot, to live a lot, to understand a lot, to understand a lot,to experience a lot, but above all there is no such thing as forgiveness.

(This long text may hurt your eyes guys I'm sorry 😭😭)

I wanted to let you know that this is me, you can always ask me questions if you want to learn more about me and that you matter, you're loved, you're amazing, you're wonderful and pretty soul, so gentle and kind. Your existence for me is a gift and every existence is important and gift for everyone.

I deeply love you, with my whole heart. 🖤✨

#witchblr #witchcraft #personal blog #spiritualhealing #spiritualawakening #spiritual community #spiritual development #tumbr update #foryou #i love you

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my-never-ending-nightmare · 3 months

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Sketch of protagonist Makar Devushkin from Fyodor Dostoyevsky's debut novel Poor Folk, by I. V. Shabanova (1940)

"Ah, my darling, my darling! WHY did you come to this decision? How could you bring yourself to take such a step? What have you done, have you done, have you done? Soon they will be carrying you away to the tomb; soon your beauty will have become defiled, my angel. Ah, dearest one, you are as weak as a feather. And where have I been all this time? What have I been thinking of? I have treated you merely as a forward child whose head was aching. Fool that I was, I neither saw nor understood. I have behaved as though, right or wrong, the matter was in no way my concern. Yes, I have been running about after fripperies!... Dearest, I could throw myself under the wheels of a passing vehicle rather than that you should go like this. By what right is it being done?... I will go with you; I will run behind your carriage if you will not take me—yes, I will run, and run so long as the power is in me, and until my breath shall have failed. Do you know whither you are going? Perhaps you will not know, and will have to ask me? Before you there lie the Steppes, my darling—only the Steppes, the naked Steppes, the Steppes that are as bare as the palm of my hand. THERE live only heartless old women and rude peasants and drunkards. THERE the trees have already shed their leaves. THERE there abide but rain and cold. Why should you go thither? True, Monsieur Bwikov will have his diversions in that country—he will be able to hunt the hare; but what of yourself? Do you wish to become a mere estate lady? Nay; look at yourself, my seraph of heaven. Are you in any way fitted for such a role? How could you play it? To whom should I write letters? To whom should I send these missives? Whom should I call “my darling”? To whom should I apply that name of endearment? Where, too, could I find you? When you are gone, Barbara, I shall die—for certain I shall die, for my heart cannot bear this misery. I love you as I love the light of God; I love you as my own daughter; to you I have devoted my love in its entirety; only for you have I lived at all... Perhaps you did not know all this, but it has been so. How, then, my beloved, could you bring yourself to leave me? Nay, you MUST not go—it is impossible, it is sheerly, it is utterly, impossible. The rain will fall upon you, and you are weak, and will catch cold. The floods will stop your carriage. No sooner will it have passed the city barriers than it will break down, purposely break down. Here, in St. Petersburg, they are bad builders of carriages. Yes, I know well these carriage-builders. They are jerry-builders who can fashion a toy, but nothing that is durable. Yes, I swear they can make nothing that is durable.... All that I can do is to go upon my knees before Monsieur Bwikov, and to tell him all, to tell him all. Do you also tell him all, dearest, and reason with him. Tell him that you MUST remain here, and must not go. Ah, why did he not marry that merchant’s daughter in Moscow? Let him go and marry her now. She would suit him far better and for reasons which I well know. Then I could keep you. For what is he to you, this Monsieur Bwikov? Why has he suddenly become so dear to your heart? Is it because he can buy you gewgaws? What are THEY? What use are THEY? They are so much rubbish. One should consider human life rather than mere finery. Nevertheless, as soon as I have received my next instalment of salary I mean to buy you a new cloak. I mean to buy it at a shop with which I am acquainted. Only, you must wait until my next installment is due, my angel of a Barbara. Ah, God, my God! To think that you are going away into the Steppes with Monsieur Bwikov—that you are going away never to return!... ...Ah, dearest, my pet, my own darling!"

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk (1846)

#Dostoevsky #poor folk #Fyodor Dostoevsky

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lowlylux · 9 months

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I am a Sinner (You are a Saint)

Chapter One | The Fall of the Hated Angel

Ship: HeiKazuScara

Rating: E

Status: In Progress

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“You shall be cast out of the heavenly realm indefinitely.”

Kunikuzushi feels arms grab his own as he is forced to his feet. He struggles, keeping his eyes on his mother only. “Mother! Don’t let them do this!” The guards continue to drag him away, even if it is a struggle. “Mother!” He knows the gate to the human realm is growing closer to him. The more time passes, the less chance he has to escape. But the divine never back out of their decisions…never. He looks to his mother one last time, hoping that she at least looks at him. But her gaze refuses to meet his own.

When he is finally cast out, the air rushing past his entire body, he could only visualize his mother’s pained expression.

He has never felt so alone…

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Kunikuzushi’s ability to hear…to truly hear what is being said to him is muffled beyond belief. He kneels on the ground, facing the divine who most definitely relish in finally catching him going against him. His mother sits on a throne, refusing to look at him…refusing to see him.

When the divine labels you as the bad one, not even your creator can save you. You must be cast aside, only because the divine says you must. Kunikuzushi hates it, he truly does. He did nothing to take on the title of the Hated Angel, but here he is, being looked down upon by the people who are meant to keep the peace.

Perhaps he deserves it. Visiting the human realm was beyond moronic. Visiting without permission was a death sentence. When he returned to the heavens and realized that he was caught, he should have ended it all. But angels don’t do that. They stand tall and accept their punishment because what is the worst that can happen? The most common punishment is reduced blessings, which for an angel is heartbreaking, but bearable. But of course, he is not quite as lucky.

“For your crimes…”

He still cannot hear their words. Sometimes, with how this only happens with the divine, he questions if it is intentional. Perhaps the divine likes to take away the ability to hear as they utter their punishments. The ability to defend oneself stripped away in an instant, but to onlookers it seems as if you are merely accepting your punishment. It takes away your freedom secretly, leaving even you to wonder if what just happened actually happened or if you were too stressed to actually be able to make out what was being said.

His mother never liked him questioning things.

She always said that questioning the divine was a death sentence…perhaps Kunikuzushi should have listened to her. Perhaps if he would have been smart and kept his head down, all of this would be merely a nightmare. Something that would never have happened. But here he is, on trial, for something that no one can deny he is guilty of.

“Of exposing the angelic world to that of humans…”

He still can’t hear them clearly. How pathetic is that? Here he is, knowing that if he is found guilty he could be put to death, and he can’t even make out their words. He cannot tell if it is his own cowardice or the fault of the divine. Honestly, at this point in his existence, he doubts he even wants the answer at this point.

He knows that he should not worry himself with such stupid inquiries, not at a moment such as this…

“And, of the claims that the demonic realm is rising…”

But he didn’t lie about that! Kunikuzushi’s attention snaps forward, immediately wincing at the white light in his vision. The divine have never been seen, as their powers are far too pure to be gazed upon by any being. That is why the realm has the archons, a group of individuals who are in close contact with the divine. They have political power, and can assign punishment to those involved with small crimes…but the bigger crimes? The divine like to deal with that themselves.

“You shall be cast out of the heavenly realm indefinitely.”

When he is finally cast out, the air rushing past his entire body, he could only visualize his mother’s pained expression.

He has never felt so alone…

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Kazuha sighs, his eyes closed as he takes in the noises of the outside. Crickets chirp, an owl calls out, and he can hear rustling that makes him suspect there is a mouse in the grass. That assumption is all but confirmed when the owl swoops down, and the rustling in the grass is no more.

He likes nights like this, one’s full of nothing but peace and solace. Perhaps he shouldn’t. Perhaps he should be more wary of the things that go bump in the night. It would definitely make his boyfriend calmer in the long run. If not for the ability to stay calm, then the ability to possess the knowledge that Kazuha isn’t going to be mauled by some creature in the middle of the night.

When arms wrap around Kazuha from behind, he cannot help but smile at the action. Sure, he was fully aware that Heizou was there, but he will play along and act as if he never heard the detective coming in the first place. They both just sit there for a moment, Heizou resting his chin on Kazuha’s head. Kazuha has to hunch slightly to make it work, which is rather uncomfortable but it is not like he minds. But sometimes he cannot help but wonder if it would be more of a soothing action if Heizou was a few inches taller. He’s already taller then Kazuha but that is not quite an achievement considering Kazuha is rather short himself.

“How’s the shop?”

Kazuha doesn’t answer for a moment, still distracted by Heizou’s close proximity to him. “Some kid tried to steal a boat. I had to stop Beidou from killing him.” Heizou lets out a laugh. Both of them know that Beidou would never dream of harming a child, but the thieves in this town don’t need to know that. “How was work?

“Pretty boring actually,” Heizou pouts while thinking back to his day. It is not like he is lying, the day was boring. “Wish you would’ve called the police, maybe it could’ve made the day a bit more fun.”

“You’re a detective, not an officer who shows up for petty crimes Heizou,” Kazuha says. Heizou doesn’t respond to that, instead deciding to finally sit down. His legs swing as he sits on the porch, Kazuha to the right of him. When Kazuha finally looks at his boyfriend, he is taken aback due to the black eye the detective is currently sporting. “What the hell happened to you?”

Kazuha grabs Heizou’s face almost immediately, attempting to see if there is any more damage. He decides to ignore the way Heizou closes his eyes at the feeling of Kazuha’s hands resting softly on his skin. It is not the time to be appreciating his boyfriend, which is the only reason why he decides to ignore it for now. Heizou sighs, seemingly deciding to finally grace Kazuha with an answer to his question. “A suspect wasn’t handcuffed properly, that’s all that happened.”

“And he specfically gave you a black eye?”

Heizou’s smile turns more into a grin as he looks at Kazuha. “I was the one interrogating him.”

Kazuha pauses, his hands now slightly elevated from his boyfriend’s face as he stares at him in a knowing manner. “What did you say to him?” But Heizou merely shrugs, seemingly not seeing any issue with his injury. If Kazuha knows one thing, it is that Heizou accepts punishment if he thinks he deserves it. “Heizou…”

“I simply informed him that we had all we need to prove that he was guilty…and that his life as he knew it was over.”

“Why would you do that?”

“He’s scum,” Heizou says, scrunching up his face in disgust. If it wasn’t for the state of his boyfriend’s face, Kazuha would think it was cute. “I will never understand how someone could fall in love with another and just…end their life. I don’t care about the logistical reasons, unless there are specific circumstances, it is entirely disgusting.”

“So he killed his partner then?”

“Kazuha…He killed his wife and his three kids.”

Kazuha’s hands shake at the thought, causing him to drop them. His mind flashes back to years prior, to the blood that spilled on the floor of his former home…to the blank eyes that looked up at him…to the scissors that penetrated his mother’s neck…to his siblings laying on the floor with gashes in their necks…to the panicked look of his father. His father has always claimed to not have been involved, even when found guilty. To his very last day, no matter the fact that he was about to be put to death, he always insisted upon his innocence.

When hands grip his shoulders, his attention is snapped back to reality.

Heizou looks at him apologetically, and Kazuha cannot help but feel guilty. It isn’t Heizou’s fault that those memories plague him. He should be allowed to talk about his job without his boyfriend shutting down due to a case that faintly resembles his own family’s demise. So, Kazuha swallows his own saliva, even if his mouth feels dry in this moment, and looks to Heizou with a faint smile. “How’d he do it?”

Heizou immediately shakes his head, letting go of Kazuha’s shoulders in an instant. “It’s an ongoing investigation…I can’t tell you right now.” Kazuha looks at him with a brow raised. Even if it is an ongoing investigation, Heizou usually tells Kazuha everything. Yes, it is breaking the rules, but Heizou usually needs the ability to vent. So it is strange that he would refuse to tell Kazuha everything. Perhaps he is concerned for Kazuha’s well being? Kazuha is not quite sure, but he decides to drop it for now.

“Beidou invited us over for Christmas. She even said she’d make your favorite foods.”

Heizou’s face lights up at that information, instinctively leaning toward Kazuha in a way that Kazuha himself views as adorable. “She’s making fried bananas?”

Kazuha’s face scrunches up at the thought of such food. Sure, he’s not picky when it comes to food, but he can never get behind such a dish. However, Heizou loves the food that he loves, and Kazuha has no control over any of it. “She was wondering if you had a preference on where she should get them.”

Heizou shrugs in reply. “I actually don’t have a preference honestly. Wherever she wants to buy them is okay with me.”

Kazuha smiles in response, nodding at once. “I’ll be sure to tell her,” he says, glancing back to the woods he was so interested in a few moments prior. He closes his eyes, taking in the natural smells around him. Based on what he smells, he can already tell that it will rain soon, but luckily it doesn’t seem to be a heavy rainfall so they won’t need to worry too much about keeping their belongings inside. However, his eyes snap open when he smells some burning.

Kazuha squints, trying to see if there is a fire, yet his eyes see nothing in the trees. However, as he glances up, he cannot help but gasp at the sight. A ball of light is falling rapidly, disappearing in the trees only to be followed by a thud that causes the entire ground beneath to shake. Both Heizou and Kazuha look at one another, but neither have words.

However, they both do seem to think of the same thing with both men standing up at once, creeping toward the woods. Twigs snap as the two venture forward, and Kazuha slightly regrets not going inside and grabbing more sensible shoes before going into the woods. But, when they come across the source of the light, he is glad he didn’t, as he wouldn’t want to leave Heizou to see this alone.

Inside a newly formed crater, is a man. At least…Kazuha thinks it is a man. He has indigo hair, which isn’t too strange. Kazuha has seen far stranger hair colors during his lifetime. However, the very large white feathered wings protruding from the unknown man’s back are a bit unusual. The unknown man is currently unconscious, his entire face scrunched up as if he were in pain. And, with how far he must have fallen to make such a crater, Kazuha isn’t surprised.

“What…is he?”

Kazuha shakes his head in response, not really knowing how to respond. “I’m not too sure…but I think we should at least take him inside until he’s awake.”

Heizou looks at his boyfriend incredulously, looking at the man as if he were insane. “We don’t even know what he is!”

“But he’s hurt!” Kazuha yells out, pointing at the man who is obviously injured. “Do you really want to leave him here like this? There’s wild animals in these woods, Heizou.” Heizou rubs his temples, seemingly thinking through all of the options in front of him. However, he sighs before leaning down and scooping up the unknown male. “Do you need help?”

“No…” Heizou mutters out, looking at the male in his arms. “He’s pretty light actually.”

“Ah,” Kazuha says. They make their way back home, and Kazuha cannot help but eye the unknown male, specifically the wings. He almost finds it to be a shame that the wings are dragging along the ground, getting dirty as they make their way back home. Hopefully, when the guy is awake, he can get cleaned up and just explain everything.

When Heizou sets down the man on their couch, right after Kazuha holds the door open for him, he cannot help but pause and look to Kazuha for guidance. “What do we do now?”

And Kazuha, for once, doesn’t have an answer immediately. He just sits down, keeping his eyes trained on the unknown male. “For now, we wait.”

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bingoooo but don’t worry. it gets worse 😁

TC!dad!JK

once again, everything is all your fault. you’ve ruined jungkook’s mood and you’re tempted to bang on his door and take your son back but there’s no use in arguing when the damage has been done. you’re beginning to realize how good you are at wrecking your and jungkook’s relationship but for some reason, you don’t regret choosing your son over him. especially when the empress revealed how all of this: the riches, his people, the territory, the power, the crown, he’ll always choose that over you.

you could offer him unconditional love, a normal life and he’d still choose this. you’re both walking on two separate paths and they don’t meet in the middle no matter how hard you try.

your thoughts are interrupted by iseul taking a seat next to you wanting to pitch in on your thoughts. you’re overcome by a large wave of blue and despite your insistence on standing on your decision, you regret not being there for jungkook the way he wanted you to.

“care to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“i think you already know what going on in there. i feel bad but i also don’t….you know what that bitch told me? she said that jungkook would always choose his crown over me and i…i chose our child over him. i’d do it again if i were faced with that decision but i don’t understand why he’s so upset about it”

“you both are selfish. you want something that you’re not willing to revoke yet expect equal treatment. however, i doubt that is what jungkook is upset about”

“he looked at me like i made a horrible decision, iseul! i love our son so much and if something were to happen to him i’d never forgive myself”

“where’s your faith in your country? don’t you believe the guard will pull through and protect prince jinseoul?”

“i do but i don’t want to find out if they don’t either. so, what? am i supposed to just trust everyone with my son? just say ‘fuck it’ and hope for the best? these people don’t like me, iseul and you know that”

“calm down, y/n” iseul warns you but you’re beginning to see it clearly. she’s not on your team she’s on his and if she thinks you’re going to regret your choice then she’s mistaken.

“you know what? forget it. go kiss up to jungkook since i don’t do it enough” you push past iseul and head inside a bedroom in the ship but you weren’t aware that it was occupied by asami.

“oh…sorry” you apologize not questioning why she’s in one of the bedrooms to begin with.

“no, it’s okay. you can stay in here with me if you’d like” she says and instead of kicking her out and taking the room for yourself, you get on the bed and lay side by side with her.

“are…are you okay?”

“yeah”

you’ve pumped enough bottles for jungkook to feed jinseoul with, so you’re sure he’ll hog him until you all arrive back in goryeo.

“be honest” you say “do you really want to marry jungkook?”

“not really but my mom has always told me that i would wed him”

“hm…”

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing…i’m just a bad wife”

“i don’t think so. you seem very caring and you’re really pretty”

“i didn’t say bad mom i said bad wife but thank you. you’re pretty as well. did you know you and i are only a year apart?”

“you aren’t a bad wife, queen y/n trust me. my mother killed my father for power so you’re far from a bad wife”

wait..did she just say her mother killed the emperor?

“so how old is jungkook? is he 21 as well? you both are so young to be parents”

“u-uh…he’s 24”

“that’s nice. at least i’m a concubine to a man not too far apart in age. maybe we can be friends?”

“sure. i could use more friends. i don’t really have any”

“well now you have me”

“yeah…i guess i do”

~🫧

Seven days pass by too quickly and he’s glad.

He just wants to drown himself in work and his duties do he won’t have to deal with Asami. Even though as expected you three receive a fairly large welcome, back home in Goryeo, Jungkook is not too happy.

He’s so frustrated because his heart is telling him to not be angry at you, what were you supposed to do? Loose your son for whom you’re even tolerating jungkook because of? But yet his brain is telling him that you won’t ever protect him like he expects you to.

Jungkook sighs and he kisses jinseoul before he leaves to join his office, it’s better to work so he won’t think about you.

You’re visibly upset and torn too. He can tell… but he is now starting to feel so guilty for giving you the cold shoulder, how could he ever be dumb enough to think that you, who is a mother now would choose him instead of your baby for whom you struggled nine months in pain for?

He dumps his head on his wooden table. There’s so much pending work- so many papers that he needs to sign and read.

“Yn…” he cries out your name because the ache in his heart just doesn’t stop- it only worsens.

Maybe he should just suck it up and apologize to you tonight.

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It’s nighttime and according to the servants- Asami has settled in her chamber-as expected, she’s in the wing where concubines stay rather than the golden wing which is exclusively for the Royal Family members.

Jungkook is so exhausted mentally and emotionally that he doesn’t even feel the pain in his knuckles and hips because he was in the office for so long.

You’re definitely still on his mind and he’s pretty sure you’re upset with him, so he sucks in his teeth as he enters your shared chamber.

There you are, laughing with a giggling Jinseoul in your arms. You look so pretty in your lace night gown. You probably aren’t expecting him.

“Yn… sorry. I just came in here to apologize for my awfully immature behavior with you this past week…” he scratches the back of his head and he sees just how much jinseoul makes you happy. He is glad.

“I…I guess I started to live in a delusion that you would ever love me… I thought that you’d protect me even though it was impossible for you… I’m sorry.” He says, standing infront of you because he doesn’t feel like you’ll appreciate him being next to you right now.

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* 𝐌𝐈𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a selection of roleplay ask prompts adapted and modified from the album moodswings in to order by dpr ian . any of these prompts may be modified accordingly to fit your muses. warning for themes of existentialism.

❝ i’m going. ❞ ❝ the skies begin to bleach red and the stars begin to fall. ❞ ❝ i feel myself changing as my world starts dividing. ❞ ❝ set my wings on fire. ❞ ❝ hold me for one last time. ❞ ❝ one more shot, one more down. ❞ ❝ have i gone too far with this? ❞ ❝ can you see me in the mist? ❞ ❝ have i lost my sense of bliss? ❞ ❝ what do you wanna do for me? ❞ ❝ i got no pearls, baby. ❞ ❝ i’m lost in the sea of lust. ❞ ❝ i got two worlds and they’re falling into your arms. ❞ ❝ i’ve gotten sentimental, swimming with the devil. ❞ ❝ it’s gotten me reaching for air. ❞ ❝ take away my only kryptonite. ❞ ❝ tell me, are we really in love now? ❞ ❝ can you see me in the mist? ❞ ❝ colour in my moods. ❞ ❝ i forgot my screws, my booze. ❞ ❝ my love brings all the lions. ❞ ❝ i don’t assume you knew that i miss you. ❞ ❝ oh it’s true, i want you. ❞ ❝ tell me if i’m lying. ❞ ❝ i just came back from the moon. ❞ ❝ my moods are swinging for you. ❞ ❝ found myself looking right at you. ❞ ❝ our conversations got me thinking about you at four in the morning. ❞ ❝ you spend my feelings until i break through. ❞ ❝ you were burning me, not setting me free. ❞ ❝ we’re drowning in the deepest seas. ❞ ❝ i’ll give you all of me. ❞ ❝ i’ll set you free. ❞ ❝ no, i don’t want answers. ❞ ❝ do you know her? ❞ ❝ nobody loves her. ❞ ❝ she’s like no other. ❞ ❝ somebody help her. ❞ ❝ today i fell in love, hope i don’t fuck it up. ❞ ❝ i’ll see you at the same place. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t leave you anyway. ❞ ❝ don’t cry until she looks the other way. ❞ ❝ hold me on the dance floor. ❞ ❝ nobody needs to come along, just come alone. ❞ ❝ i fell for you on a sunday night. ❞ ❝ where do you wanna land? ❞ ❝ hope you’ll see through this trance. ❞ ❝ we’re just in time to catch the party. ❞ ❝ don’t wake me from this moment. ❞ ❝ are you ready to risk it all? ❞ ❝ i’ll be ready to risk it all for you. ❞ ❝ my hands are out, so take me now. ❞ ❝ i think i missed your flight. ❞ ❝ my car is down again. ❞ ❝ i must’ve passed out last night. ❞ ❝ our worlds were falling away from us. ❞ ❝ here you are alone again and it spins me right round. ❞ ❝ you don’t know what you’ve done to me. ❞ ❝ and now you’ve got me. ❞ ❝ the fire drowns me inside. ❞ ❝ darling, i’m a mess. ❞ ❝ i’ve been here too many times. ❞ ❝ have i made it any further? ❞ ❝ told you i was nervous. ❞ ❝ i didn’t mean to murder the moments i had with you. ❞ ❝ i told myself i’m better off alone. ❞ ❝ never been the same since i let go. ❞ ❝ i’m tied to your throne. ❞ ❝ i’m paralysed to your eyes. ❞ ❝ i can’t take this. ❞ ❝ when you sing to me, i fall way too deep. ❞ ❝ are we onto something? ❞ ❝ i’m ready for the pain. ❞ ❝ fuck what they think. ❞ ❝ you’re draining all my powers. ❞ ❝ i’m addicted to your challenge. ❞ ❝ are we descending into nothing? ❞ ❝ is it just another reason for us to be awake? ❞ ❝ no god in me, i fall on my knees. ❞ ❝ the world will see the war in me. ❞ ❝ tell me where i went wrong. ❞ ❝ i set my wings ablaze. ❞ ❝ i thought you’d barely notice. ❞ ❝ tell me what you want from me. ❞ ❝ it’s killing me that you fucked with me. ❞ ❝ i went dead and lost you in the process. ❞ ❝ now i get what you mean. ❞ ❝ you’re the only one who made me feel something. ❞ ❝ i'm not your lover, i’m just another. ❞ ❝ it’s just another show. ❞ ❝ tell me what you feel in a kiss. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lost in your gaze. ❞ ❝ those nights were heavenly. ❞ ❝ just you and me with no certainty. ❞ ❝ why’d you think i was so into you? ❞ ❝ you’re so addicted to my bad decisions. ❞ ❝ you locked yourself in this imagination. ❞ ❝ you told me you had nothing to say. ❞ ❝ what do you want me to say? ❞ ❝ you took my heart and snuck away. ❞ ❝ all i wanted was for you to be okay. ❞ ❝ you thought i’d be the same. ❞ ❝ why’d you shoot yourself in the foot again? ❞ ❝ i shot myself in the foot again. ❞ ❝ what a day. ❞ ❝ i’m bothered by my illusions and nightmares. ❞ ❝ i might be an angel. ❞ ❝ where are your wings? ❞ ❝ i’m mr insanity. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i messed up. ❞ ❝ i prayed for your sanity. ❞ ❝ the walls are turning red again. ❞ ❝ my tears are on the roof again. ❞ ❝ do you see the stars? ❞ ❝ do you see the lights? ❞ ❝ the birds won’t sing for you anymore. ❞ ❝ all the stars will keep on turning. ❞ ❝ i know i won’t stop searching. ❞ ❝ the world stopped for you. ❞ ❝ then it came crashing down. ❞ ❝ all i wanted was for you to stay. ❞ ❝ your time is running thin. ❞ ❝ how does it feel to be alive again? ❞ ❝ stop holding on with your dear breath. ❞ ❝ you won’t find me anymore. ❞ ❝ when the story comes to an end, will it be the same again? ❞ ❝ they couldn’t put you back together again. ❞ ❝ i’d say i’m pretty easy to get along with. ❞ ❝ i do smile a lot, i reckon. ❞ ❝ sometimes i’m better left alone. ❞ ❝ sometimes i’m waiting for you to go. ❞ ❝ who cares about the time? ❞ ❝ how did i end up so down? ❞ ❝ i’m running out of things i love. ❞ ❝ the world is prettier from above. ❞

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The Words That Were Never Spoken (OC Re-Edit) - Chapter Eight

[A million thank yous to @bethbruttenholm for co-writing this chapter, and for all the support and encouragement. This really only got finished because of that.] _________________________________________________

The meeting with Sister was a short one, thankfully. Izzy manages to keep her smile in place and her tone even, a minor miracle, until she’s dismissed. Without Copia waiting for her in the dining hall, there isn’t much point in going there. Instead she collects herself and him a coffee and a few pastries, drops them off in his office, and goes to check her own small office. More like a glorified closet with a desk and a computer stuffed into one corner and an overflowing filing cabinet in the other. It’s nothing glamorous, certainly, but at least she doesn’t have to share and there’s a door she can close. Perks she doesn’t take for granted. She likes the privacy it affords, and the job too, if she’s being honest. Being one of a handful of floating research assistants makes the work interesting and always a little different. Most of the senior Clergy simply send requests and they get divided up between her and the others. Rarely spending much time working with the requesters directly, apart from maybe dropping off items from the archives.

Most of them, anyway.

Early on, when she’d picked up a request from Cardinal Copia, she’d expected more of the same. He had needed an assistant, personally, in the archives. A full day of helping out that turned into two, and then a full week. Right from the start, he’d been sweet and charming, if a little timid and awkward. But the conversation flowed easily and the silences never felt oppressive or unpleasant. She’d taken to looking for him at meals and sharing his table. Spending more time in his company than without. As years passed by, he’d become such a permanent and irreplaceable part of her life, that the thought of even a single day without him at all seemed like a punishment.

And you’re risking it all for what? She curses herself silently. One stupid cuddle? Acting like a creep. How are you ever going to explain that to him? Why would he ever trust you again after that?

The thought of losing him washes over her again, the sick, panicky feeling twisting her stomach and crawling uncomfortably up her back. Whether it’s a look of pity and pulling away because the answer is no to begin with or telling him how she overstepped now and watching him recoil. She all but jumps out of her chair, struggling to get the thin window she has open. Desperate for a cool breeze. Something to ground herself with.

Who was there to even talk to? Not Papa, certainly. Not any of them. Papa Terzo would laugh. Papa Secondo would give her that cold stare if he didn’t simply yell. And Papa Primo… the thought of him looking disappointed in her is almost as bad as the thought of disappointing Copia. Even in confession… they’re still his brothers.

The only option that comes anywhere close without feeling so much like… like telling on herself or ending up with Papa staring her down, was the next in line as far as power within the ministry. Papa’s Prime Mover.

Aviva.

She takes a few more deep breaths and tries to focus on keeping the panic contained. Walking out of her office and headed at, what she hopes might look like, a casual pace to speak with her directly. Praying that she might have some kind of advice or answer. That there’s a way out of all of this without losing everything.

Izzy knocks on the Prime Mover's office door. It seems so silly calling her that. She's Papa Primo’s wife, certainly, but her title is more of an honorary one. She'd never even officially joined the church. Just Papa. If she were being honest, it always seemed very romantic. But deciding exactly what to call her during office hours felt tricky.

"Ma'am?" Ma'am? Really? She curses her own stupid decision. "Aviva? Are you in?"

“Yep! Hi! Over here,” Aviva appears behind a massive bouquet, “Just trimming these up. Primo - I mean Papa - brought them this morning,” she shuffles them around her desk, struggling to find a spot for the massive arrangements, “you know what?” She takes them over to the end table next to the couch, “Here. Done,” she turns back to her, “How can I help? I haven’t seen Copia, I’d suspect he’s in his office.”

"That's not... I mean it is sort of what I wanted to talk about but not where he is. I know where he is. I mean, I know where he probably is." She catches herself rambling and takes a breath. "Sorry. If-if you're busy, I can come back. It's probably not important."

She smiles, “I was just about to make tea. Do you want to join me?”

"Yes, please. If you don't mind."

“Wonderful,” Aviva flicks on the electric kettle and arranges a tray with sugar, cream and a selection of Primo’s finest, “Is everything all right?” She asks as she transfers the boiling water to the pot.

"Yes! Yes. I mean.... mostly. I think." She closes the door behind her. Gossip around the Abbey is bad enough without everyone who might be in the hall hearing her. Settling, or as close as she can get, in the guest chair at Aviva's desk. "You heard about my room, I assume?”

“Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask. Primo told me,” Aviva says, setting the tray on her desk, “Help yourself, please. Primo said you were staying with Copia. That must be… nice. You two were always so close.”

"Yes... he sort of arrived just after the pipe burst. Coming to pick me up for breakfast." Izzy takes the offered cup, focusing on that more than anything. Nice. Close. She can practically hear Papa Terzo’s voice, saying the same things with that smug smile he gets. He hasn’t exactly made a secret of his suspicions that they’re both up to something. "He was very sweet, offering me a place to stay. He's... He's been very sweet about everything, really."

“Well, that’s fortuitous, isn’t it? Like someone just plucked him in there at the knick of time,” she smiles at Izzy over her mug of tea, “He really is sweet.”

"He is." Her eyes itch and she swallows hard. Why is it so difficult to hold it together? She knows how stupid it all is. How ridiculous that in this place of all places she’d be so worried about it. But it’s not just betraying his trust or taking advantage. One of the core tenants of her beliefs, of the ministry as a whole. Your own body is inviolable. "Very... He's so sweet and I think... I think I've done something very stupid and selfish."

“Oh. I see. Do you… do you want to talk about it?”

If she’s being honest? No. It would be so much easier to bury the feeling and pretend it’s all fine. But it’s not and she knows it. "I don't know who else to talk to. Any Papa seems like a bad idea for their own reasons, and he's their brother. Even confession…"

“Oh, no. No, I get it. And I understand if you’re even feeling uncomfortable here. I could get an Imperatrix?”

Every impulse in her body screams to run at the mere suggestion. It takes every ounce of willpower for her stay seated. "No! No, please. I'd be obligated to talk to Sister Imperator, and I can't talk to her about him."

“Oh, god. I mean… oh, Satan. Yes, of course. I’m here to help.” At least she seems to understand how bad an idea that would be.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be dragging you into all this, but the person I usually talk to is... Copia. Who the hell am I supposed to talk to about Copia?" Every bit of advice she’s gotten since arriving about making more friends and opening up to people coming back to bite her in the ass. As if not needing or wanting a lot of people is wrong. Though, she has to admit, it’s making this very specific situation more difficult.

“Do you… want a glass of wine, instead? I’ve got a mini fridge. And some of the good stuff stashed away from Secondo. I mean Papa.”

It's terribly tempting, it’s not often she gets a chance for anything that would need to be hidden from Papa Secondo, at least not out of shame. But Izzy shakes her head. "No. No thank you. Technically I'm still working."

“Right. Of course,” she grins, “I’m on the clock but, technically my clock is just. For looks. Anyway. What happened and how can I help?”

She can feel her face getting hot and she silently prays for the Old One to open the pit beneath her chair and drag her into the deepest depths of hell. "I... I took advantage of his trust last night and I think he blamed himself this morning."

Aviva stares, trying not to judge but, a protectiveness comes over her for a moment, worrying about Copia, “Alright. Okay. Can you tell me what happened? Last night?”

"We've been mostly spending time in his quarters. I know there are more than a few people who want to ask me about my room and what happened, and a few that are angry about the water shut off to that wing. So we stayed in. Got food. Wine. Nothing happened! Not really. I lay down on the couch to watch him playing his game and I dozed off. When I woke up, I was in bed. I mean, we were in bed." She freezes and looks up at Aviva. "That sounds bad. I just mean we were sharing the bed. I wasn't going to make him sleep on the couch and he wouldn't let me sleep out there either. So we agreed to share."

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

"But I woke up in bed. I was on my side, facing the wall, and he was behind me. Same way. Facing the wall. And he was so close and we both had too much wine and it sounds like I'm making excuses... But I slipped his arm around me and he... he ended up pulling me into him, in his sleep. I should have moved or... or something. And I didn't. I just went to sleep. But he must have woken up before me and I guess he was still there. He practically threw himself off the bed. Claimed it was just a dream."

Aviva stares at her. For far too long before she speaks, “My love, are you… are you saying that you think you’ve done wrong by initiating that? God - I mean Satan - I don’t want to sound dismissive but, you just put his arm around you?”

"Yes. But he was asleep and the way he acted this morning, like he'd done something wrong. If he feels guilty because of what I did.... and then how do I tell him that? He's my friend, my best friend. I'm not supposed to take advantage of his trust like that. And the night before... I woke up in the morning practically sleeping on top of him. At least he wasn't awake then."

“I don’t think - and I’m saying this as his sister - that Copia was offended by you. I… I mean it.”

"... maybe. If it was just... friends. If that's all it was." Her blush deepens and she stares hard into her cup.

“Oh? ………………Oh.”

"Not that he isn't. Of course he is. Just... I've asked for a sign. And nothing. I just… I can't risk losing him. I can't. He means the world to me and I can't fuck that up. Not over something that I can live without.” She sighs and rubs her face. It all sounds so idiotic out loud. "You're right. He is sweet. And I'd rather die than hurt him."

Aviva opens her mouth to speak and then shuts it, pressing a finger against her lips. She stares at Izzy, “I just wanna clarify. I’m just… so we’re on the same page. You’re telling me that. You’re feeling like you’re having feelings? Those feelings. For Copia.”

Fuck. Just kill me now.

"… He's been one of my only friends here from the fourth week after I arrived at the Abbey, and the only person I've thought about, every single day, since then. And now I am staying in his quarters, sleeping in his twin bed, and doing stupid, selfish shit like this because it's slowly driving me mad." She works her jaw and looks back up at her. "Is that clear enough?"

“Oh, it’s plenty clear to me,” Aviva smirks, “The question is, is it clear enough to you?”

"Clear enough to beg the Old One for a sign like a child. More than once. As if there aren't more pressing matters than me, acting like a schoolgirl with a crush." Maybe staying in her office and panicking herself to death wasn’t such a bad option.

“Colour me nosy but what kind of signs were you asking for? The kind of sign that… has you sopping wet with Copia knocking on your door?”

She sighs and shakes her head. "I was just making my morning prayers and the pipe in my room burst. I didn't even get to finish, really. And Copia picks me up most mornings if I'm not already in the dining hall waiting for him."

Apart from the mornings he has meetings. Either she gets coffee and breakfast for them both and snag a table. Or he comes and gets her. The morning routine they’ve shared practically since the beginning. It would have been more odd if he hadn’t shown up.

“Go on. Tell me the rest. I don’t want to get spiritual here but, I can smell it.”

"It's so stupid. When I was in the shower after I got to his quarters. And yesterday. I was on the couch waiting for him to finish in the shower so I could get a turn."

“And what happened?”

"Nothing! I keep getting interrupted. If anything, it's a sign to shut up and stop asking. In the shower, Sister called for me and Cope knocked on the door to let me know. And then on the couch, he called for me to ask if I remembered to make the list for Sister."

“So you keep asking for a sign and Copia keeps… showing up.” Aviva stands and comes around the desk, sitting next to her in the spare chair, “Love is amazing. Love is… I can’t quite put it to words but once you have it - truly have it - you don’t know how you lived without it. It’s like air. And that is terrifying. And for you? To be here with Copia? I can’t imagine - what a nightmare,” she laughs quietly and takes her hand in both of hers, “the fear of losing him is greater than the joy of loving him, I know that well enough.”

"It's fine. Really it is. It's not like Papa Terzo doesn't bring it up every time I see him. I just... I should just let it go and be grateful for what I do have."

“I’m not saying you should run to Copia and profess your love. I’m saying… spend some time with the idea of it. It’s alright. Terzo runs head first into love every other day. Ignore him.”

"I've spent three years with it."

Aviva stares at Izzy, smiling, eyes full of love, “I don’t think your request for signs went unanswered. And I don’t think you’re alone with these feelings.”

She smirks. "Why? Did you pick up a note that I missed?"

Aviva stands and dusts off her skirt, “I’m Prime Mover. I know things.”

“Technically Prime Mover." The tiny attempt at a joke started to feel necessary and the opening is wide open.

“Oh, she jokes?” Aviva winks, “Well, as your Prime Mover. I am ordering you to take the rest of the day off. Find somewhere to lounge and do as I say. Just,” she sighs, smiling again, “Just sit with it. Not as you have for the last three years. For right now.”

"It's the same answer every time. I'd rather be his friend than not have him at all. Right now, I just don’t know how to tell him I’m sorry without telling him why I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for. If I tell you to do anything it’s that you shouldn’t be sorry.”

"He just... he looked so panicked this morning. I know how he holds on to guilt.” She freezes, realising just how much she’s said already. "You won't tell him, will you? Or the others? Papa Terzo will say something and then make a joke of it and then Copia will end up thinking it's all just to tease him."

“No, not at all. Of course not.” She offers while Izzy considers just how much Papa Primo loves to gossip. “I realise that did not sound convincing.”

"Not really, but thank you." She sighs. There aren’t really any options beyond trusting her. "It will be fine. I just need to... be normal, and share his bed, for the next..... Week? Maybe?"

“I’m sorry - I apologise that was inappropriate. But also, you should know this. It isn’t a secret, Iz.”

She groans softly, already knowing exactly the sort of rumours bound to be going around. "I know. Everyone knows I'm staying there."

Aviva blinks at her and nods, “You’re right. We do know about that. But also……. That’s it.”

"What? But also what?"

“I, uh…. Was going to suggest that you have your mail and work things forwarded to Copia’s room. The situation might last longer than you think. Plumbing is a…. Slow business.”

"Cope was bitching his tub drains slowly already." She huffs, trying not to let her mind wander to using the tub. Definitely not using the tub with him. "At least he has an endless supply of old shirts to sleep in."

“See? We’re backed up. Everything around here takes so long to come together. And thank god… you’re sleeping in his shirts?” Aviva stares at her and then blinks quickly, “Well that guy. He’s so full of love, isn’t he? Gives you the shirt off his back.”

Izzy blushes deeply. "I wasn't exactly planning for my room to flood and to lose most of what I own, so I don't really have access to all my waterlogged clothes. There weren't a lot of options."

"No, no. Of course not. No judgments here. I can make arrangements for you to go shopping so you don't have to wear those old shirts."

She cringes. "... Aether dropped off the laundry that hadn't come back before the pipe and there is a nightgown in there." If her face gets any hotter, she’s sure it will burst into flames. "I didn't tell him because... I like his shirts." Kill me now. "... they smell like him." Why? Why would you say that out loud? To Primo’s Prime Mover of all people? Four words to prove that she has absolutely lost her mind and should probably be on some kind of watch list. "You know what, this talk has been very illuminating for me. I think I've decided it would be best if I just climb up the bell tower and see if I can fly far far away."

"I think Copia would fly right after you. But! What do I know? I'm just a Prime Mover."

"Tell him everything I just said and I'm sure the feeling will pass immediately." She cringes so hard, she’s sure she might actually explode from embarrassment. "They smell like him? Who even says that???"

Aviva gives her an exasperated look and sighs, "I can't tell you what to do with this. I know what you should do. I know what I want you to do. But, none of that matters," she holds up her hand, silencing Izzy, "Why don't you take a nap? It sounds like you could use some sleep. And... I'm gonna see about getting him a bigger bed. My god."

“No!” She blurts, immediately regretting everything. “No, thank you. I’ll ask him if he wants a new one. He’s not a big fan of surprise changes.”

"I'd ask him first, I'm not a monster," Aviva eyes her, "Go. Take a nap."

“Right. Nap. And you’re not going to tell him about this.” She sounds as convincing as Aviva did, already picturing waking up to him kicking her out of his quarters.

"You have my word," Aviva says, nodding. She fishes out a few packets of tea, "Here, Primo's special sleepy time. Now go. That's an order."

“Yes, ma’am.” She takes the offered tea. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and die in my sleep.”

Aviva comes around her desk and pulls Izzy into a tight hug, "Come back if you need to talk, okay?"

“I will. Someone else needs to suffer with me.” She huffs. “I’ll have the tea and a nap. I promise.”

"Good."

Izzy sets aside her tea cup, realising she hasn’t taken a single sip, and starts the long walk back to Copia’s quarters.

#ghost fanfic #copia x oc #MDNI #re-edit

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clubwnderland · 3 months

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❝ Live life to the fullest. Love hard. Do what makes you happy ❞

[1997.12.10] Seoul, South Korea

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Jangmi is a sweet girl who has been through a lot. She’s friendly but can be a little untrusting of some people even though she doesn't show it. Flirtatious and giggly, she tends to people please a lot at work but definitely isn’t someone to push too far. She can be rather relaxed and soft but knows how to read people and doesn’t often take shit from anyone, she may cry but she does her best to stand up for herself. Can be rather feisty and needy in heat but only with someone she's very close and intimate with, otherwise she's shy about what she needs and struggles to talk about it.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅: A prized possession in some rich man’s collection, Jangmi lived a life of luxury - or so it seemed on the outside. Jangmi was often used as entertainment for her owner and his friends, passed around like a toy, paraded like a show pony and put in her place if she ever stepped out of line. One of the friends took her to wonderland while he made a deal with Irene and before they left, the Devil gave her a number to ring if she ever wanted out. Jongin was the reason for this and while it would have been easy to have gotten her out then and there, it needed to be a decision made by the hybrid herself. Jangmi is one of the few who don’t owe Irene anything, an act of kindness rather than a contract simply because Jangmi’s deepest desire was freedom - something she cherishes deeply and Irene understood this desire. Recently, her life has changed dramatically as her old owner was killed by @doom-bc and she has been granted her freedom completely. This has meant that Jangmi has been doing a lot of things she never could have done in the past.

For a quick fact sheet about Jangmi, click here.

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 162cm (5'2); piercings; single in each lobe, belly button. A fox tattoo around her ankle; spends more time half-shifted, fox ears and tail; wears a collar and bracelets to hide scars. While shifted, she’s a small white arctic fox

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐: Jangmi is a hybrid fox who does not know her ancestry due to being estranged. She loves fashion, swimming and being out night clubbing or dancing. She doesn't like obnoxious and overly loud behaviour or when people mess with her head. Jangmi is able to half/full shift into a fox and has heightened senses that come with that. She is extremely flexible and fits into small spaces, has quick reflexes, and can communicate with other canines. She loves small and cute things and has a huge plushie collection that keeps on growing. For her birthday in 2023, @moonlightchn gave her a bunny named Whistler who she loves so much and is now very spoilt and cuddled daily.

𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅:

A hybrid and shifter are similar but one major difference is that a shifter typically cannot half-shift and are supernaturally enhanced. A hybrid is half-human and do not have the same supernatural or magical properties a shifter has. They also require more energy to remain completely human and not all of them can fully shift.

Shifters are created by magic or other element but a hybrid is said to be descended from legendary creatures and Gods that no longer roam the Earth. Their powers and grace gone over the centuries due to mixing with humans.

Jangmi lives in an apartment that Chan had bought for her, it's become her home ever since she was rescued and she loves it there.

The scars Jangmi has are due to her always trying to run away and being punished by being chained to a wall.

Jangmi does have siblings but she doesn’t remember them nor would she know them if she met them. Her mother gave her up to her master when she was very young.

Jangmi has had a string of bad relationships. She’s been abandoned, left for someone else and made to feel like an object to be claimed rather than loved.

Jangmi has had terrible standards in the past but her friendship and dynamic with her Alpha has helped her realise that she is deserving of love and care.

Recently, Jangmi as been spending time with Doom and teaching him about human traditions and helping him adjust to life on Earth. She bakes him a lot of food and has him go with her nearly everywhere especially if she can't have Chan go with her.

More information will be added here as it is discovered

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆: @moonlightchn Chan (🐺💜) @doom-bc (🥀💜) @shin-haneul (💗🦊) | @pillowxtalk Minki (RP)

Straight. Submissive, obedient. Bottom

Poly

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔: breeding, praise/worship, sensation play, cum play, marking/biting, primal play, pet play, roleplay, exhibitionism, bondage, orgasm control, edging, overstimulation, public, choking, collaring, possessive, oral fixation, oral. Jangmi is very experimental and likes to try different things.

It takes a lot of trust to do more intense kinks with someone. She's very vanilla in the beginning and can be vanilla more often than kinky.

Had never been touched during her heat until her relationship with Chan. He's been the first and only to treat her well sexually and helped her move past her fear of it

While Jangmi is very easily turned on and can seem hyper sexual, her libido is actually pretty average outside of her heat.

𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: She loves someone taller than her! Tall and protective is what her ideal type is but she also likes someone who can be gentle and understanding with her. While she tends to go for people who will be very dominating in a relationship, able to protect and provide, Jangmi does need someone who can understand that she tries her best to give back but sometimes is unsure on how to do so or reassuring her that she's doing enough for them. Definitely wants someone who will not abandon her

#post: jangmi #ask: jangmi #mochi 💜🐺#from: mochi (💜🐺)#🦊: alpha #from: alpha (🐺💜)#🦊: doom #from: doom (🦊)

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ofinkandstardust · 1 year

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There were a set of rules Erin survived by.

Don’t get complacent. Always stay on your toes.

No technology. No phones, no laptops, no tablets. Nothing that can be tracked or hacked.

No social media. Keep your face offline.

Have one weapon at all times, even if it’s as simple as a sharp key.

Never use your powers in public.

Keep all identifying marks hidden.

She followed the rules like Christians followed the Bible. Whereas Christians believed following the rules written in the Bible would allow them into Heaven, Erin’s rules would allow her to simply stay alive and free. It wasn’t pleasant, and it was tiring, but Erin knew no other way of life. If she wanted to survive, if she didn’t want to be captured and used again, she had to stay on alert and keep her head down.

Occasionally, she tried to get a job, but there were too many pieces of information she couldn’t provide. Where did she live? She’s likely squatting in an abandoned house or hotel. What’s her education level? Hell if she knows the answer to that one, given her…unorthodox upbringing. What’s her job history? Nothing that wouldn’t get her turned into the police, regardless of her being forced to do them.

She tried that once, before she escaped. Getting caught by the police. Left a little bit too much evidence behind, moved a little bit too slow. Surely if the authorities caught her, it was better than the life she was currently living, if it could be called a life. She wouldn’t even fight interrogation, if it meant her boss would be taken down. She was almost caught. Then he sent back up and extracted her from the scene before the cuffs could be put on. The next four nights were full of punishment for her defiance.

Most nights, she didn’t sleep. Either the nightmares woke her or the memories kept her awake. If she had one thing to be thankful for, it was for being raised to function on little to no sleep. So the hard nights didn’t bother her schedule much and her body could take the physical toll sleep deprivation came with. The emotional aspect? A little harder, but she’d learned the benefits of compartmentalization at a young age. All the bad memories, all the anger and grief that came with them, she shoved down into the basement of her mind, where they couldn’t get in the way. Sometimes, on the harder nights, they crept out. Those nights, Erin forcibly worked herself into the ground and pummeled them into submission, back to the basement, where they wouldn’t bother her.

The thing that slowed her the most though was the pain.

Whenever the weather changed, whether it was a thunderstorm or a warm front blowing through, all of her old injuries acted up. Her wrists ached with every movement. Her back cried when she laid on it, forcing her to lay on her stomach to avoid angering the old wounds on her sides. She could feel every joint in each of her fingers, pulsating with agony.

On her worst days, all Erin could do was secure wherever she was living from intruders and lay down until it passed. Most of the time though, she worked through it. Pain was nothing new in her existence. It lived with her, and she with it. It made her hands difficult to use somedays, yes, but it didn’t stop her. As long as the pain was below a nine on her scale of one-to-ten, she could function. Not always happily, and not always easily, but she could function. Ibuprofen and Tylenol were godsends, honestly, and helped whenever she found it was time to move again unless she wanted to be re-captured.

Erin would die before she let herself be taken back.

Maybe that’s why she found herself making a frankly horrible decision.

So far, everywhere she’d gone, they’d started to find her and come after her. They were actively looking for her, she knew, and they kept getting uncomfortably close. She’d tried rural towns, the countryside, burying herself in the hustle and bustle of a city. Places she could easily disappear. It wasn’t working. Which meant she needed to change her strategy - go somewhere they wouldn’t expect her to. Everywhere she’d gone so far had either been only a pinprick on a map or big enough to get lost in, places she’d thought she wouldn’t be easily found. Obviously, that wasn’t working anymore, if it ever was. But, she couldn’t do the opposite and go somewhere that’d draw attention to herself, or they’d find her just as quickly if not faster. But, luckily for Erin, there was more than one way to defy expectations. Unluckily for Erin, it was a very stupid route of action. Stupid, reckless, and dangerous. But…also genius, in a sense.

After all, who’d expect someone like her to hide in a city with an established superhero?

#writerblr #original writing #original character #writing #whump #mywriting #backstory? backstory

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faerune · 2 years

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greater love has no one than this

[read on ao3]

pairing: butch deloria x f!lone wanderer [catherine williams]

summary: The Lone Wanderer finally wakes after activating Project Purity. Butch is bad at feelings.

warnings: descriptions of wounds, canon typical violence

He should have left.

About a week after the Purifier, Butch packed all his shit up in the dead of night — because he couldn’t face the stares of twenty tin-can freaks in the Citadel courtyard. He got about as far as the end of the hall before he let out a string of curses, turned on his heel and went back to his room.

Butch wasn’t good at dealing with stuff like this. He was too young to even remember when his dad died. Catherine wasn’t going to die, though. She wasn’t. It was easier to convince himself of that when he wasn’t in the room with her; hooked up to a bunch of machines, radiation burns on her. Hands wrapped up in discolored gauze —

He really wasn’t good at this.

Not to mention they kept asking him to make decisions for her.

You know something really was fucked up when Butch DeLoria was asked to make important decisions.

He really should have just left but no matter how many times he considered it, he found himself staying.

The day was bright and the sun was warm on his skin. Dogmeat was getting restless cooped up in the Citadel so Butch decided to take him for a walk along the Potomac. The mutt trotted along ahead of him, stopping occasionally to sniff curiously at a seemingly innocuous rock or a dead piece of wood. Once in awhile, he’d get excited just to be outside and dart ahead but he’d always circle back around and follow at Butch’s heels.

In the distance, Butch could see the Lincoln Memorial, Brotherhood soldiers milling about on the walkways like ants.

Butch looked behind him, hearing the crunch of gravel and dirt under heavy power-armored boots. He expected it to be another patrol but found it was just the Lyons bird. She was nice, pretty but most of all she’d been the one to drag Catherine out of the Purifier so Butch got a weird feeling in his stomach whenever he saw her.

“DeLoria,” she greeted hastily.

“What’s goin’ on? Your guys passed me a long time ago but you can still probably catch ‘em if-” Butch started, turning to motion northward along the river.

“She’s awake.”

Butch hovered outside the doorway for a moment. It still felt like he wasn’t supposed to be allowed in that room, no matter how many times he’d visited her. It smelled like antiseptic and dust. The steady beep of the machines made him feel uneasy.

He hadn’t visited her enough and guilt bloomed in his chest.

She looked okay, considering. A lot less pale than she had been weeks ago. The head honcho of the Brotherhood was sitting there by her bed, speaking softly. Her eyes were closed and for a moment he was terrified they were wrong but then she nodded slightly at something.

“Go ahead,” Sarah said behind him and he wondered how long he’d been standing there staring for.

Dogmeat had been ready to pounce, bounding into the room at the sound of Catherine’s soft voice. The damn dog shot past Butch before he could get a grip on his collar. The mutt leapt into the bed, wriggling excitedly and whining.

“Shit-” Butch cursed.

Catherine let out a little groaning huff before she grinned through the pain at the squirming, excited bundle of fur laying on top of her.

“Hi, buddy,” Catherine laughed with a smile, threading her fingers through Dogmeat’s thick coat.

“I missed you too,” she beamed as he started lapping eagerly at her face.

Peeking around the dog’s head, gently nudging him away with her hands, she locked eyes with Butch in the door.

“Hey,” she greeted and it felt as heavy as steel.

Butch took a breath, held it for too long.

“Hey, nosebleed. Was wonderin’ when you’d stop nappin’,” he exhaled, shuffling over to her bedside.

Catherine chuckled, scratchy and tired. He wanted to tell her to rest her voice. Wanted to tell her a lot of things actually but instead he just stood dumbly at the end of her bed as the Elder guy wrapped up whatever he was dumping on her.

“Thank you,” Catherine told him, squeezing the old man’s hand before he got up.

“Thank you,” he replied meaningfully before shuffling out the door, his daughter casting one last look at the two of them before closing it behind her.

Cathy seemed fixated on Dogmeat, scratching every favorite spot of his. The mutt laid atop her whining softly, as if he couldn’t get all his feelings out. Butch felt like he could be a houseplant or a lamp at this point the way she didn’t even look at him.

Butch would have preferred it really if it didn’t make him feel so tense.

Trying to shake that feeling, he flopped into the bedside chair and tried to occupy his hands so he’d stop craving a cig. Then his eyes flicked down to her hands. Still wrapped up, bright pink fleshy bits covered with clean gauze.

Butch could still remember the way they looked when the Lyons chick pulled her out. Bloody and raw; a far cry from the pretty brown that caught the morning light in a glow. The way he hovered, throat tight, pacing like a caged animal asking, “Is she going to be alright?” to a room of shiny metal that did not hear him.

Something small and soft hit his forehead.

Cathy smirked at him when he gaped dumbly at her and then at the cotton ball she’d tossed at him which had landed in his lap.

“I can see the steam coming out of your ears. Don’t hurt yourself,” she poked.

Butch’s face twitched into vague annoyance.

“Says the chick layin’ in a hospital bed.”

Dogmeat had laid his head on Cathy’s chest, eyes closed in contentment though his big tail whacked occasionally at the sheets. Like he heard her heartbeat and remembered she was still there.

“Touche.”

Then there was that gaping, inexplorable cavern of silence again. Like they both knew there were words that could fill the silence, they just couldn’t figure them out. Butch studied a crack in the plaster on the wall opposite to him. Catherine gave Dogmeat more scratches.

“Thanks,” Cathy said suddenly and it made Butch almost shoot up in his chair. Instead, he stayed lax, legs spread obnoxiously as he slouched more into the chair. “For taking care of him, I mean.”

“Yeah. He’s alright,” Butch said with a tone of affection. He leaned forward and scratched the space between the pup’s ears.

Butch knew there were a lot of things he should say to her. Had spent enough time thinking of them all but this wasn’t the only time in his life he’d come up short of things he should.

“They told me the purifier is working,” Catherine said with a far-off sort of grin.

She let out a half-hearted chuckle into the silence.

“I’d say: worth it.”

Was it though? Butch found himself thinking. Maybe she’d been so doped up Catherine couldn’t remember the screams that first week. Her screams. Butch heard them all. No matter how far he tried to distance himself from the room when they debrided — a new and terrible word for Butch — her burns, he could still hear her screams. Raw, deep-throated screams that echoed through old dusty halls and shrieked against metaled doors.

Her suffering for the good of the Wasteland? To Butch, it didn’t seem like a fair trade. But he wasn’t half as good as Catherine was so what did he know?

“We’ll get you over there,” Butch nodded. “Once you get your ass out of bed.”

Catherine smiled at that. Butch couldn’t deny it made him happy.

“I need my beauty sleep,” Catherine joked hoarsely. Butch couldn’t pinpoint a time he’d known Catherine when she didn’t talk everybody’s ears off but it seemed like she’d need to work up to that again.

“Gunna be sleepin’ for years then-”

“Hey!”

It was easy. All so easy.

“I ain’t seen it yet but they supposedly got a whole operation goin’ over there already. Sure you’ll get bossy the minute you step in the door cause they ain’t doin’ somethin’ right but Rivet City’s already gettin’ shipments-”

She gave him an odd, passing glance that he couldn’t read and it made him realize he was babbling a little. Butch quieted and relaxed back into his chair again, rubbing at his bottom lip with his hand. God, he needed a puff.

“It sounds nice,” Catherine said decidedly, distantly. There she was, watching the door through Dogmeat’s ears again. Finally, she deigned a glance over at him. Butch was watching her, studying her and maybe under different circumstances he would have acted. He was just glad to see the hazel of her eyes again.

“I’m sorry. I’m tired,” Catherine sighed, rubbing at her forehead gingerly.

Butch leapt up so fast from the chair he nearly tipped it over. Dogmeat raised his head in question.

“Shit, uh, yeah- ‘Course you are. Get some rest, yeah?”

Before Butch could take a step from the bed, a warmth was on his hand. He looked down to find hers clutching his in a weak grip. Probably all that she could manage but it was still there.

“Stay,” Cathy said quickly, like she was embarrassed to even utter the word though her eyes were soft and melty in a way that Butch couldn’t really place.

“Alright,” Butch nodded, brows furrowed in confusion.

Catherine released his hand and he sunk back into the chair. Her body visibly relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. Dogmeat took his cues from her as always and settled back atop her with a lazy sigh.

Butch watched them for awhile, trying to taper his anxious shifting in the chair so he wouldn’t wake her. Wasn’t actually sure if she was asleep anyways but she needed her rest either way. He picked at the skin around his fingers, yanked at a loose thread on his t-shirt.

Even if every fiber of him still wanted to bolt out the door, Butch stayed.

#me? finishing fic? it's more likely than you think!#butch deloria #butch x lone wanderer #fallout #writing*

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nellie-elizabeth · 2 years

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Roswell, New Mexico: Dig Me Out (4x07)

Honestly, really liked this episode!

Cons:

In some ways, I liked it so much that it shed a light on some of the pacing issues this season has had thus far. This felt like the point in which several plot threads were finally starting to find their footing, things moved forward in interesting ways, and I think if I were taking a red pen to this season, we'd want to have hit this point in the story maybe just one episode earlier? Cut away some of the sluggishness and extraneous stuff?

I was so happy to see Rosa again! This is maybe a nitpick, but I wish that the scene at the restaurant had gone a little differently. It felt super hasty for Rosa to get up and storm out after Liz and Shivani were talking science for like... forty-five seconds. It undercut Rosa's attitude in the next scene where she's being all mature and telling Liz to be herself. I would have rewritten that slightly so that Rosa stays at the restaurant but looks visibly uncomfortable/annoyed, and then afterwards when they get back to Rosa's place, says something to Liz about her behavior. That would have felt more mature and less awkwardly extreme. How many times have you actually gone out to a restaurant, sat down to eat, been annoyed by a family member for a minute, and actually got up to leave?

It's so funny to me how Max has become like the only person on the show who's thinking about Alex's role in things... specifically, when Michael is talking about going home, Max is like "uh you have a boyfriend." I'm just petty and selfish and Alex means so much to me, but it bothers me that Isobel didn't also think of Alex when she and Max were discussing Michael's future and his dreams.

Last thing I'll say negatively about this episode: the timeline of this season is BONKERS if you think about it for more than a second. I'm bad at tracking these things, but I'm fairly certain it's been like... less than two weeks since the season started with episode 4x01. This makes sense in some regards: Alex has been missing for say, seven or eight days, and that's well within the bounds of how long he said he'd be gone for his work, so it makes sense that Michael isn't panicked about him. But in other regards, when you think about how little time is passing? Mimi died like... what, five days ago, or something like that? Maria's walking around and reminiscing fondly and talking about her mother being at peace, as if it's been months or even years! And Michael only met Bonnie and Clyde like a week ago, all of this relationship development and wondering about home and the future has happened lightning fast when you really think about it. Max was going to propose to Liz just days ago! Isobel and Anatsa went from "I love you" to their breakup in less than a week! It's just kind of bonkers and poorly paced all around. Probably shouldn't consider it too hard.

Pros:

But as I said, I really enjoyed this episode.

To start with, seeing Rosa really was such a treat. I've missed her terribly this season, but she's living her best life in New York with cool artsy roommates, and it makes me so, so happy for her! I love how she was able to step in and be big-sister for Liz in that conversation. Liz was able to acknowledge that seeing Rosa's success made her feel small, which is an understandable thing that happens sometimes with siblings. And Rosa was able to feel settled in her own accomplishments and also give Liz advice on how to stay the course on the path that will make her happiest.

Max really pissed me off with his decision to give up his powers last week, but I kind of like being angry with him. I like that this feels like a real, concrete thing for he and Liz to clash over. Liz, I felt, could have been a little less self-righteous, and acknowledged that while Max shouldn't have done it without discussing it first, it ultimately should always have been his decision. It's his powers, his body, and Liz's position in that argument was very much "but we need your powers" instead of acknowledging what Max actually wants. BUT, ultimately even if Liz could have handled things slightly better, Max is still so in the wrong for continuing his pattern of unilateral decision making, always trying to be everyone's savior. I like a conflict I can really sink my teeth into. I do wish Max had already learned some of these lessons, but hey. These things take time.

Isobel and Dallas hanging out in the hot tub made me smile! They're so cute, I love how much Dallas fits in with the rest of his alien family. It was so funny when Isobel got all flustered at shirtless Dallas, and also how she made sure to check that he wasn't about to spring surprise feelings on her, the way Kyle did. Then, we get some juicy backstory details for both of them, in the form of flashbacks! It was so lovely to see Roy again, and to learn more about what Theo and Dallas were up to during the '40s. Dallas was able to learn the location of the special glasses, and we also got some insights into what Nora was working on, and hints about where her ship might have been hidden. I just really like spending time with Dallas, getting to see more of Theo, and Roy. Since the start, this show has always done a good job making the flashback stuff feel relevant and interesting, instead of a waste of time since we already know the outcome. This is no exception!

And Isobel... apparently Tezca was once her teacher, back on Oasis! This is an interesting twist, and brings Isobel back into the main story in a way I didn't realize we were missing. She's been sort of banished to relationship drama land for most of the season thus far, and here we finally get to see her with her mother's sword again, ready to face down Tezca while her brothers lie there with tranquilizer darts in them. It was such a cool moment to see Michael, Max, and Isobel teaming up to learn more about their origins and their enemy's plans. I want more pod squad time, please!

Bonnie and Clyde's relationship is so screwed up and twisty! I love how Clyde manipulates our heroes into going to the cave where they think Nora's ship might be hidden, when all along what he was after was Theo's bible and glasses. That was a good switcharoo I genuinely didn't see coming, so when we get to that standoff between Clyde and Dallas at the end, with Bonnie as Clyde's bargaining chip, I genuinely wasn't sure what he was going to do, what he might be capable of. He seemed genuinely anguished about having to use Bonnie like that, but a second later he threw her into the quicksand, so... it seems Clyde's fanaticism about the Alighting is no joke. I'm so excited that Dallas has been pulled into quicksand land, and found Alex's necklace... we're so close, guys! Do we think maybe Dallas will find Alex next week? It's possible!

Before I turn to Maria, I want to give a shoutout to Max and Michael having their chats and supporting each other. Their relationship has really come so far from where we started with them in season one. Max is being the pragmatist, raining on Michael's parade a little bit, but Michael admits that he was keeping the map from the rest of his family because he wasn't ready to exit the dream part of things and think about the practical side of things. Max in turn admits that his savior complex is a problem, that he needs to spend more time contemplating and considering the consequences of his actions. Look at that. Some real growth, there. Please let the lesson stick this time, Max!

So all season I've been moaning about the lack of Alex, frustrated that we weren't moving a little faster, at least towards someone realizing that he was in trouble. But honestly? After this episode? I'm already forgiving them for a lot of the Alex drought. Maria has been trying to figure out what her mom wants to tell her, since her mom died. And we saw last week that strange things have been happening around her, signals that we assume came from Mimi. My trust issues with this show means that I never even considered that it might be Alex trying to reach out to Maria. Why? Because Alex doesn't seem to matter much to his friends outside of Michael! If you think about season three, how much screen-time did Alex get with any of his supposed close friends? Barely any with Kyle, and virtually none with Maria or Liz. So to have a plot setup where Maria's whole subplot the past couple of weeks has actually been leading her to Alex? To see Liz and Maria discussing Alex, his favorite soup and milkshake flavor, the concert they went to as kids... it brings Alex into the fold in a way I have been missing, honestly, since season two.

I was worried that the Alex rescue mission was going to be Michael alone, which obviously I would have loved seeing for the sake of the Malex of it all, but I like Alex as a character a lot! I want him to matter to a larger contingent of the cast. I want his absence to be a Big Deal and the Main Point of next week's episode, and having that cliffhanger ending with Maria and Liz realizing the truth, and then Dallas finding that necklace, it gives me hope that we're going to get something truly awesome for 4x08. I miss Tyler on the show, but if they can make Alex matter to the other characters even if we don't get to see him, I'll be more than satisfied.

So, yeah! That's where I'll leave things! I've already seen people hating on this episode because they hate Maria for like, existing, and for her having anything to do with Alex because they think she's an evil monster or whatever. Honestly at this point I just have to roll my eyes and feel kind of bad for those people. Imagine willfully misreading the show to support your continued irrational hatred of a fictional character who honestly has just as much of a right to take up space and time on the show as any of the other leads. Sounds exhausting and not so much fun.

Can't wait for next week! I'm vibrating with excitement!!!

8.5/10

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