#or are they one thing and both tags exist cause of bad spelling

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

Still no idea what homestuck or homestruck or whatever is and honestly at this point I don't even mind not knowing

#homestuck #homestruck #are they two different things? #or are they one thing and both tags exist cause of bad spelling #i have no idea #and i kinda like it that way XD

[dragons-clause]

The Dragon's Clause

Sabo x Fem Reader CW: Forced marriage, intrigue, character death, fantasy violence, blood, magic, language, smut, 18+ mdni

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @manachiichan

Chapter 12: Two Weeks

The next day, after Koala helped you get dressed and off to breakfast, the staff went to work. Your things were moved from the guest room to your current space, and it was brought up to date over the next couple of days. It was more than you needed, but Hack seemed fairly insistent that it happen, apologizing for any inconvenience it caused.

Since you weren’t spending much time in your room aside from sleeping, it wasn’t really a bother to you at all. Early mornings were spent sparring, Koala helped you bathe and change, and then your afternoons were spent working on melding your magic with your sword.

You did so, for now, within the confines of a reinforced underground training area. It also served as a place to imprison people, but Hack assured you that the Duke hadn’t played host to any uninvited guests since he had first become the Duke. But both the small training area and the adjoining cells were made of magic-canceling seastone.

It kept even the most powerful contained if needed, and more than that if your own magic got away from you, both you and the estate would be safe. Since the seastone would negate the spells, and not just rebound or absorb them.

Magic was, unfortunately, something you did not have much practice in. You knew loads of cantrips, as any noble would, and you knew a fairly decent number of advanced spells, but once your father was gone, so were your lessons. You hadn’t been barred from using magic, but you kept it under wraps almost as much as your swordplay, only showing a passing interest in it.

Powerful people stood out, and people who stood out where often seen as a threat. Being competent or being strong were often left well enough alone on their own, but the combination was a quick way to a bad end if you didn’t have power enough to back it up.

Now you did.

The Duke’s acceptance of you was still shaky at best. You couldn’t trust him implicitly, and you wouldn’t have expected such in return as yet either. You were sure it was at least part of why you were doing your training by yourself in a place isolated. If he deemed it necessary to stop your progress he could without any public backlash, but also it protected you.

If someone had sent that swordsman to kill you when they thought you were powerless, their efforts may redouble if there was news of you trying to become a Sword or Guardian. You wouldn’t be an unconquerable threat until you were a Grandmaster - at least, save from anyone not also on that level.

Lulusia had none, your father had been the last and none have come to pass since. Goa has one, and it’s probably the primary reason why the Duke was still alive at this point. He’d passed into the category a mere year before coming of age, making him one of the youngest to reach such a point.

Germa had a few, as did Alabasta. You weren’t sure about Wano, but Ilisia had three. There was no way to know how many the Empire had, even just the Nusjiro portion of it that existed on this continent. Though the Dawn Kingdom had almost an entire troop’s worth, they were spread out among the many contingents of border guard groups that existed. It was hard to say why their borders were so severely tested compared to any other kingdom, but they fared well.

A day turned into a week, and between the easy routine of your training, you fell into a comfortable groove with the rest of the estate. Breakfast and dinner with the Duke during which you would speak about your progress or any issues you were having and he’d offer what advice he could. Morning training before breakfast where you spent time instructing the Duke’s estate guards and picked up some of their sword forms as well.

You and the Duke began having tea together as well, since his work load had lessened over the week. During those moments you would talk mostly about the preparations for the engagement party. After the pressing details were taken care of, he took time to tell you about the relationships he had with some of the people who were going to be there.

“As I’m sure you’re already aware, the relationship between my parents and I is strained.” He explains, sitting across from you in the tea room. Two weeks had passed, but the distance between you had remained unchanged. It was not uncomfortable, but while he didn’t seem repulsed by you, he had a tendency to give you more than ample space. “I doubt they’ll even deign to show since the event will be held here and not in the capital. Sterry may arrive, if only to keep up appearances, and even then mostly just to excuse the absence of our parents.”

The smile on his face is somber, his expression apologetic. “Most of the nobility from Goa who arrive will likely express their condolences. I wouldn’t take it as a personal attack-.”

“Why not?” You interject. Irritation is already creasing your brows, that attendees would be disrespectful to the Duke in his own home. “Have the invitations already gone out?”

“… Not as yet. Hack is finalizing the message.”

“I would like a dress code to be requested then.”

“One is in place.”

“Does it bar people from dressing in funeral attire?”

He smiles. “Not directly, no.”

You breathe in, letting the breath out slowly and calming yourself. “I would like such to be added. We’re getting engaged, not dying, it’s also my debut.” You pause for a moment, considering things. “How much trouble would it cause if I slapped someone?”

“Far less if you could refrain from doing so until after the wedding, my lady.” He answers, a laugh in his voice. “Though it would be well within your rights to have someone removed from the hall. Perhaps not Sterry, but anyone else, certainly.”

“Very well. My apologies for the interruption, who else are we expecting?”

“The Crown Prince from the Dawn Kingdom, and his younger brother will likely be in attendance. The King of Germa is a possibility, but it depends. The notice is short and he’s still stabilizing his kingdom after the war. I’m quite certain him and the Queen of Alabasta will be in attendance for the wedding, however. Representatives from the Queendom Kingdom will be in attendance for both I’m sure. I’ve yet to see them turn down an invitation to anything.

“My relationship with all of them is positive, so you needn’t worry about their behavior for the most part.”

“… For the most part?” You prompt, brow raised in curiosity.

The Duke clears his throat, hiding his expression behind the teacup for a moment before he answers you. “The Crown Prince of the Dawn kingdom, and his younger brother, are… exceptionally honest. Perhaps a little prone to escalating things into physical altercations, but their intentions are not malicious.”

“They’re protective of you?”

Sabo’s smile is genuine and warm, and for a moment he looks even more handsome than he had before. “In a word, yes. We tend to look out for one another.”

“I think I remember reading that the three of you attended academy together in Germa.” You admit. “I shall keep that in mind then.”

He nods. “Thank you.” A knock at the door draws his attention and he turns as Hack enters the room.

“Pardon me, but invitations are complete, your grace.”

“Ah, my apologies Hack, it seems we’ll need to adjust them.” The Duke replies, giving you a grin before turning back to the Butler. “The Lady Lulusia has expressed a desire to ensure people understand this is a happy occasion. It is her debut as well, and none should arrive dressed in a somber manner.”

“Not just because of that.” You say, getting both gazes directed at you. “None should be allowed to insult the Duke in his own home during a celebration he is hosting. I will not tolerate it.”

They both regard you for a second, eyes wide before they compose themselves. Hack looks to the Duke, and the Duke turns and looks at Hack.

“You heard the lady.” He says, amusement in his tone.

“Indeed. I shall make the appropriate adjustments and have the finalized items on your desk this evening.” Hack explains, bowing before leaving the two of you to your tea again.

“I must take my leave for now as well. I hope to get ahead of my work before the next expedition, as I’m sure one will be requested before the party.”

“If… If there’s anything I can assist with, I would like to help.” You manage to say. “I realize I’m not a trusted employee, but I am educated.”

He pauses, considering for a moment. “If you’re comfortable working with me in my office, I won’t turn down the offer, my lady. Household bookkeeping is often in the hands of the Lady of the house, but I wasn’t going to foist such work into your lap until after the engagement party at least.

“Only because I wanted you to have ample time to adjust,” he adds hastily. “But it seems such time has already been sufficient, and the help will be welcome.”

“I imagine requesting that I go on the next expedition with you won’t be met so positively.” You say, a smile on your face and a teasing tone in your words as the two of you exit the tea room.

“We shall see, my lady.” He says as you walk down the hall. “I do need an aide-de-camp, but you might have to fight Koala for the position.”

“Considering my sudden appearance pulled her from the last expedition, perhaps I could show her mercy.” You admit with a grin. “It has been a few years since I was on an expedition, I can wait a few months longer. I think I’d prefer to go as a Sword or Guardian than as a personal assistant.”

“I did not take you for someone who would’ve been satisfied staying in the camp.” He agrees, opening the door to his office and allowing you to step in ahead of him. “If you were anything like Luffy, I would be concerned about you sneaking off to the border in the middle of the night. The need to slake your curiosity so undeniable.”

“Luffy?”

“Ah, my apologies. Luffy D’Majom, Dawn Son of his kingdom. Portgas Ace, now Ace D’Majom, Dawn Heir is his elder brother.” He clarifies. “Luffy has a tendency to act first and second, and on rare occasions think thirdly. It played a role in Ace being crowned instead. He means well,” he says, seeing the concern on your face. “He’s not made for politics, but he’s an outstanding border knight.

“If his advanced magic gets anymore advanced, he may be able to push the Dawn border significantly further north.”

“That’s high praise, your grace.”

“It’s deserved.” He assures you with a smile. “With a solid treaty between Goa and Dawn, we could see our borders pushed north as well. Lulusia may be able to recover territory also, or at least benefit from the higher demand of quartz and sapphires needed for purifying some of the monster hides and bones.”

“Good tidings for all involved.” You agree. “Increase in trade along the northern kingdoms will impact lands to the south and in turn bring more commerce from there to the north. In the end the entire continent could see a boon from a single event.”

“Indeed.” He sets some papers on what appears will be your desk for now. “Your first task will be to double check my work. Usually Hack or Koala would, but since you so graciously volunteered.”

You smile, seating yourself in the chair offered by the Duke. “Accuracy of numbers is most important, but if you notice anything else, don’t hesitate to mark it.”

Letting your grin turn devious you raise your chin a little in haughtiness. “I shall be ruthless and exacting, your grace.” You promise, turning to the work laid out before you. “I’m sure I’ll find some manner of flaw.”

“The Lady Lulusia thinks me flawless?” Sabo muses, playful mischievousness dripping from his tone as he sits at his desk.

“At the risk of adding to your ego, your grace, yes.” You answer as flatly as you can manage, eyes staying on the work in front of you. “Your sword style is different, but there’s no wasted movement. Even your estate guards have few true openings, and their training is far from complete. That intruder from two weeks ago, most likely wished to complete his mission before you returned home, but the defenses of the estate delayed him until you could arrive. Your employees are competent and well compensated, and you’re the most handsome noble I’ve ever met.”

“I -.” He stammers, cutting himself off, and you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips.

“Worry not, your grace, I’ve not yet met very many nobles.” You tease, and you both hear Koala on the other side of the office doors fail to stifle a laugh.

#The Dragon's Clause #sabo the revolutionary #revolutionary sabo #sabo one piece #sabo #x reader #reader insert #Fantasy AU #Royal AU #mdni

[roxannepolice]

Ever since POTD aired I have been raging in my tags, casually reblogging wonderful gifs and fanarts, and staying away from discussions by not using any main tags, but. I'm starting to feel like that 52 Hz whale. Or Beatles' fool on the hill. And I can't tell if it's hearing impairment on my part or if the old guy playing the lyre is not really touching the strings. I can only hope anyone who might get upset filters their tags and won't go under the cut, but I genuinely need to share this with anyone.

Can someone tell me what the Doctor being forced to regenerate into the Master actually did? What it means, outside of welp, I guess text said it is so so it so and it's bad because the text said it's bad? Apart from the Doctor being... less un-present in the story than when a little girl turned them into a picture, but wtv, I get what happened here, Thirteen is in the netherworld of regeneration, and for now no embodied consciousness of the Doctor exists, while the Master's does. But that's in no way different from the Doctor just being dead? Stuff achieved by a self-made flood in alternative timeline in Turn Left? Tho I guess then the Master stays trapped as Yana at the end of the universe, incidentally Saxon is not mentioned in the episode and, well there's a reason TL is so good.

I mean, the one, definite thing that's supposed to stay throughout all of the regenerations, the thing that makes the character the same bloody character and not simply the same show with a protagonist of the same name are MEMORIES. Like this approach to identity or not, that's what's spelled out by Five:

And incidentally when Roberts!Master absorbs Eight's lives he also explicitly gets the Doctor's memories.

So, the logical conclusion is, the Master absorbed the Doctor's memories when she was forced to regenerate into him, right? That's what it means that he's the Doctor now, isn't it?

Well, no. He doesn't know who Fugutive Doctor is.

Something he should know if he now has the Doctor's memories. Nitpick? A handful of lines? Maybe. Except the plot's resolution depends on this handful of lines, you'd expect thought to be put into them. I guess the argument can be made that he's in post-regenerative stress? The Doctors sometimes had memory problems after regenerating? But that's kind of a stretch considering the confidence of both Yaz and the Doctor's disembodied memories that the Master won't know who Fugitive is. Watsonianly I guess this stretch could be made, but doylistly it's glaring that no thoughts were made.

And look, if it was just the case that the Master is an idiot? That the idea that one time lord can be regenerated into another was simply as wrong as that Rassilon will let them ascend into eternal choruses of harmony of the spheres? OK! I'd take it! Realisations are made, things are felt, reactions happen, a story is told. But in POTD no-one questions whether the Master is now the Doctor on the grounds of identity, memories, immortal soul, Dasein or whatever you choose to call it, only on... companions knowing the Master is not the Doctor. I guess in School Reunion Ten spent some time not being the Doctor when Sarah Jane hasn't spontaneously realised he's the person? And still was the Doctor as John Smith because Martha knew about the chameleon arch?

There could be some discussion about refected self as/vs. identity but this isn't what the text seems to be saying or what anyone got from it? And I know I'm ranting stuff out, but I genuinely want to discuss this! Am I missing something here, just what is there for the reader to sympathize with? I mean, it's sad, and Dhawan's teary lil' eyes are heartbreaking, but I really don't get what actually happened there?...

Which is something that frustrates me, personally. Again, I really don't want to start any haterants, it is no hill I'm ready to die on, in fact it's fairly possible I'll slide down it as soon as I post this, but I also really want to discuss this with someone...

'Cause right now I guess I have to admit this situation indeed makes me sympathize with the Master as the only person that seems aware of plot implications of a major development that noone else acknowledges. And I admit: it sucks.

#tw: negativity #negativity #chibnall critical #power of the doctor #doctor who meta #the master meta #or rather inviation to discussion #last time i was so frustrated was when my supervisor wouldn't allow my theretical approach #so guess what i wrote a thesis so everyone would admit my logic is sound and fruitful #ranting so maybe i'll finally sleep #again i really really hope i've tagged it so people can filter it out but let me know if i should add sth

[chaotiicus]

WORKING ON ICONS AND STUFF

For fun, while I’m working on getting icons for Doris, I’m going to give you guys lore facts and information about changes for Doris and Lilim. If you like them and want more just like the post and/or comment what or who you wanna know more about and I’ll answer little bits here and there as I work. For now, here is the first round under the read more cut!

WARNING: there any be some triggering topics so make sure to check the tags.

Lilim

Lilim is a big supporter of women’s rights as well as women’s wrongs. Why? Because women are complex beings capable of hosting both light and dark energies, making both good and bad choices. That is the beauty of free will.

Contrary to popular belief, she is not a ‘hater of all men’. Men have their uses and are also beings of free will (depending on the species) meaning they have value. What she hates are men that believe they are superior due to their masculinity, use their supposed superiority to oppress/hurt others, or use it as an excuse for not taking action. These men she sees as nothing more than bugs even if they have ‘changed their ways’ Lilim would not ‘forgive’ them.

Does not matter your race, gender, sexuality, or species Lilim believes she is a superior being. There are few she would consider on the same level as herself and even fewer that she’d consider above her.

If she was a celestial body, she’d be the moon. Lilim is content with this celestial representation as it shows her want to watch over the events of the world and play an important but not totally central role is what is happening. She is happy with pulling strings and manipulating things being the curtains.

When Lilim walks the prime material plane (our reality/plane of existence or Earth) in her true form and not just via use of a vessel, bad things do not necessarily happen. You’d think that just her presence would cause disaster to spring forth in the world and it can just like other extremely high ranking demons and devils (think Lilith, Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus, Leviathan, and the likes). However she has a lot of control over her presence and energies due to her origins making her hard to locate while on the Prime Material.

 Lilim was chosen to be the vessel of the first generation of lilin not because she was the only one to survive heaven’s purge of she and her sisters but because she was the one most like Lilith when she was young. This resemblance is the same reason why Lilith does very little to police Lilim even though she is technically the only one that can.

If Lilim had to be classified under fighting style archetype she’d be an assassin-type. Though she has great abilities when it comes to spells she prefers the physical aspect of the fight and cloak and dagger tactics.

She is a big ‘never forgive or forget but it’s okay to act like you do’ kinda person.

While their are cases of demons/devils ascending from their origins to be celestial beings akin to angels this is not possible for Lilim due to many of the horrific acts she as committed during her life. Should someone close to her choose the path of ascension Lilim will view this was one of the ultimate acts of betrayal. She will stop at nothing to destroy that person and will plan for eons to do so.

Lilim detests the scent of frankincense and myrrh as it is the smell that holy Saints give off and brings back painful memories that she cannot fully remember as they belong to the being ‘Lily’ the person she was before her soul was ripped apart by Lilith and sewn together with the other remnants of the first generation of lilin to create what she is now.

Doris

If Doris was a celestial body, she’d been the sun. That’s not what she wants to be though. If she had a choice she’d be the moon or stars. To Doris, the sun is a fiery mass that scorches the earth and causes pain like dehydration, sunburns, and heat stroke that get to close to it or are in its presence to long. She has forgotten that without the sun there would be no life as plants would be unable to grow and people unable to see their way around the dark.

If she was given a fighting type archetype, Doris would a mage-type. However do not let the idea that primary casters are physically weak. If forced into a corner with no mana or spells at her disposal she is not afraid to use her fists, nails, and teeth if she must.

Doris’ divination abilities are not normal even among other supernaturals. She should have been consumed by madness at an early age due to the extreme nature of her gift but has somehow held on to her sense of self even though it causes her a lot of pain and suffering.

Her divination gift is also not necessarily magical in nature nor is it a mutation or miracle of any sort. When examined by higher level beings (such as an archdemon, archdevil, plantar, archfey, deity, or the likes) it as an odd nearly Eldritch feel to it though it is not tied to any discernible force or beings. It is almost as if some Outer Planar energy latched onto her natural magical gift and unintentionally amplified it. 

Due to her gift of divination and the strength of her third/inner eye, Doris’ actual physical vision isn’t that great and continues to get worse as the years drag on. She does her best to offset this with elixirs. It is currently completely curable with the help of glasses or contacts but she hates how round they make her face look or how they feel in her eyes.

Doris for sure smokes vapes. She has an adorable pink box mod and the juices she uses are always some sort of fruity menthol. The only time she smokes real cigarettes (which have to be menthol) is when she is drinking alcohol.

Not doubt due to her chronic pain, depression, anxiety, insomnia, and eating disorder she is a cannabis user. While she probably smokes it from time to time she much prefers edibles due to her love of cooking causing her to learn how to make her own. Her cannabis use is not something she is hyper open about nor will you ever find her stash unless you go snooping through her things. However if asked if she is down for a ‘sesh’ (meaning the consumption of cannabis with a group) she’ll most likely agree as long as she knows the person or those involved well enough.

Doris has ASD or autism spectrum disorder but is undiagnosed as she and her aunt didn’t really put all the pieces together about it until Doris was already an adult. While their is still value in her getting a diagnosis it’s not completely necessary since she has already learned to function on her own with the assistance a diagnosis could provide. 

Doris has a surprisingly loving and healthy relationship with her maternal aunt who raised her. While her aunt seems like a cold person to most that is not necessarily true.

As many of you know, Doris has a snake familiar named ‘Sugar’. Doris has raised Sugar since she was found abandoned by Doris’ aunt in the Feywilds. This means that Sugar is by definition a Fey being capable of wielding some most likely minor magics. Sugar’s greatest boon/ability is her venom which Doris has spend years making an antidote for that must be administered with in 24 hours of the initial bite if the victim is going to survive.

Lilim & Doris

When Doris was assaulted while she was still in boarding school it was Lilim who killed her assaulter and punished those that enabled him. Doris summoned Lilim willing to offer anything she had if the demoness would ‘keep her safe’. After hearing why such a young witch wanted to make such a desperate deal, Lilim was infuriated. Once more God’s creation man had tried to rob a young woman of something precious before she could even come into her power and due to the act of supposed repentance no justice was served within the House of God. The staff at the school were tortured with demonic possessions and deaths until the archdiocese commanded the school be closed and burnt to the ground in hopes of containing or abolishing whatever taint had taken hold. The man that hurt Doris was taken to hell personally by Lilim where he remains for eternity never knowing rest and forever in agony. Lilim did take payment from Doris but because it was something the archdevil took joy in doing the price was cheep, a batch of the witch’s famous lavender lemon cake cookies and the promise that if Doris was to ever make a contract with higher level being it would only ever be with Lilim.

Lilim has a large soft spot for Doris. Though she does wish for the witch to enter a contract with her and force her and her gifts into Lilim’s eternal service, the archdevil also enjoys seeing Doris desperately fight to carve her own path. It’s a little sadistic but their relationship has very much a big sister and little sister vibe. Because of this, the nature of their relationship, and the danger of labels the term ‘friendship’ is not used between them merely ‘close acquaintances’.

Lilim does not like Doris’ aunt as she believes it was that woman’s fault that Doris suffered at the Catholic boarding school due to willful ignorance of the dangers of putting a young unprotected witch in a Christian setting even in modern times.

Doris does still meet with Lilim sometimes though not often. They drink mead and eat edibles (both made by Doris) and talk. Doris finds Lilim’s tales of hell’s politics and her personal exploits fascinating while Lilim takes great joy in Doris’ reactions to her saucier part of the stories and teasing the witch. While this is a wholesome time for the two it is not solely that as each visit Lilim is seeking a way to still bring Doris under her power and it is something they are both actively aware of.

#bubbles takes center stage! // ooc. #tw disordered eating #tw alcohol #tw drug mention #tw cannabis #tw religion #tw religious themes #tw lovecraftian lore mentions #tw assault #tw religious abuse #tw depression #tw murder

[douxie-casperan]

Rise of the Titans and the assassination Hisirdoux Casperan’s character development

I’ve been ranting so much since Wednesday morning that I finally condensed by thoughts of WHY this one subject keeps setting me off namely the utterly diabolical way they handled Douxie and Archie’s relationship in Rise of the Titans and how it wasn’t just enough to hit him with the nerf bat.

Please note I’m at the point where I literally cannot tell the difference between Aaron headcanons, Teny headcanons and my own they are all mixed together in the blender that does funky things. I also apologise for typo/weird wording it’s half 1 in the morning and I’d rather sleep than edit.

~

If asked to sum up Hisirdoux Casperan there are certainly several things that come to mind:

Sees the value in people as a whole and will find do anything if there is a chance of help someone out

Prefers tactics that disable/banish rather than kill an enemy yet willing and able to pull the trigger if circumstances become forced

While not academically inclined he is very capable of thinking on his feet and outside the box calling back to his time on the streets where a split-second decision making is the difference between being caught and not

Terrible at planning he’ll be in there figuring it out as he goes along which is what makes the previous point so vital to literally how he goes through life

A natural charmer that would let him talk his way out of trouble 9/10 providing a perfect cover for his distrustful nature and reluctance to be touched by random people

Very down to earth, humble and never one to brag unless outright sassing someone

Will bang out some hot tunes at the drop of a hat, his love of music has never wavered once since he caught the bug despite instrument hopping ironically becoming a jack of all trades much like his magic style

The earliest memories he can recall are him as a young boy lost in the woods where he was for an unknown amount of time before his soon to be familiar finds him amongst the roots covered in dirt and drying tears, there is nothing before that. Unbeknownst to him is the colour of his magic matches the blue of a lost mother’s eyes and the song that haunts his nightmares as much as fire could well be hers though there is no way to be sure. From that moment on Archibald, shortened to Archie, would become his entire world and their friendship only becoming closer during the years they prowled Camelot together trying to keep themselves in one piece until the fateful day Douxie tricks the wrong person leading him straight into the path of the famous wizard Merlin Ambrosius.

It's no real secret that Merlin is a very closed off person who keeps his emotions as well guarded as his secrets, prefers the style of negative reinforcement over positive encouragement and is a very strict perfectionist in his. At this point in his life he can be very easily described as a disaster that is genuinely doing his best with every little mistake held of his head and his future self when brought back to that time period is belittled by Lancelot (Errand boy) and Arthur (Boy) too meaning it’s hardly a wonder his confidence was very fragile revelling in the times where he could do things without being told off for it. With Morgana largely ignoring him too (Though personally I like to think as he got older she’d occasionally take an interest until the blistering arguments with their master started to talk over daily life) a certain disguised dragon would have remained a lifeline and give that physical affection he craved much like being told he’d done well never seemed able to earn.

With Killahead he’d lose that home and family he made leaving just the two of them behind struggling to figure out their place in the world that had abandoned them.

There wouldn’t have been the words for it back then but the way he had been treated prior was outright abusive instilling very bad habits into Douxie yet by irony he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and help those in trouble without thinking earning a reputation as the Shepard of Fire. He refused to become like him seeking to be better, perhaps not as a wizard (Even though he was learning new charms and spells along the way) but certainly as a person. Despite everything he suffers through or witnesses in the intervening years, the loss of friends and kindling of far newer ones he never loses his good heart 

That said is it any wonder that after rightfully sassing Merlin for resurfacing, ignoring his existence despite being in the same town and only visiting him to run a finding errand that all the confidence he’d managed to build completely from scratch after Camelot wavered causing him to fall back solely into trying impressing his old Master who was acting like his humble apprentice must have coasted the past few centuries who himself fell back into old habits of belittling? It’s only when Merlin started to truly listen and acknowledge that this was not the same Moppet he once knew after Excalibur was fixed that their relationship finally started to become more like equals. After the defeat of Janus the changeling that broke into the castle he touched Douxie’s shoulder with a genuine smile and for a second he simply didn’t know what to do because the old man never did this before his brain kicked into gear and realised he’d finally earned that one thing he’d been so desperate for his entire life: That in Merlin’s eyes he could be more than a failure who only caused problems for the closest thing to a father figure he’d ever had, never solved them.

A staff will be earned, history would be set back on trap by banishing Morgana tag teaming with Archie because they know one another inside and out, as promised he’d get the kids back to the present but soon after things would go badly wrong. They’d lose Jim and because of his very nature he’d make a gamble to try and get him back because that life is worth trying for just for in a moment of surprising selflessness Merlin would be sacrificed to save him. The only constant in his life apart from Archie would apologise, openly express pride and how the greatest thing he’d ever done was saving this orphan, call him son for the first and final time before turning into ash in his arms. There would be no time to grieve for things will barrel into the crescendo of Douxie sacrificing his own life to buy everyone time to escape because if they did that everything he’d ever done would be worth it with one last whispered goodbye.

(Zoe sees him fall, so does Archie – His heart would break if he was conscious just like theirs does when his body crumples into the ground)

On the very fringes of the Light Realm he is gifted one more conversation with Merlin in a truly heart-breaking sequence (THANKS TENY) where they can just talk without any fear of consequence or politics and just be completely honest. Douxie is allowed to stand equal to Merlin, to have the hug he’d needed since he was a child and be allowed to simply let go of every pretense and cry his heart out because this can never happen again. He’s allowed to say goodbye to both his master and Morgana who had both shaped so very much of his life but like the painting he’d always remained firmly in the long shadows of until that moment.

When Hisirdoux Casperan finally leaves Wizards if we just accidently deliberately put the shawarma back in along with checking in with Zoe before departure, it is with having learned to live during his wandering years but this is the point of true freedom because he can finally escape into his own light with Archie by his side to keep Nari out of the hands of those that would see the world harmed. It won’t be easy but it feels possible somehow even with the knowledge everything is simply running on borrowed time.

Then Rise of the Titans happens.

At first everything is genuinely fine! No more running, they engineer a solution shut the Order’s magic down to make them a lot less dangerous and potentially at least incapacitate them until they can come up with a longer-term solution but all the best laid plans and all that. Douxie’s quick thinking stops the train from crushing any of the people below and it’s a very him style move to switch places with Nari to stall for time because for some reason the plot disabled Claire from portaling her or any of the threatened people/heroes to safety. He openly sasses the Order despite knowing the consequences will be bad for him because once again he’s managed to trick them, buy time that at the other end isn’t even slightly utilised until he’s forced back into his own body in excruciating pain. Archie immediately mobs him with comfort just as he has done every single time the wizard is distressed or collapsed with exhaustion without thinking because that is what their bond is like, incredibly close and far more than the Soul Bond mark that connects them together. They’re very alike in that regard, you have to earn the right to touch while equally knowing exactly what form the other needs the most in that precise moment in a way very few others could.

Bar the moment of figuring out that an illusion is in place to hide where the Order is opening the Genesis Seals and the brief insistence on reconnecting with Nari somehow Douxie manages to forget everything that makes him who he is after this point choosing to stand in the background being very no thoughts head empty or can only use the most basic spells of his youthful days not the seasoned master wizard he should be. Nomura is treated like an innocent slip rather than an outright death he did absolutely nothing to prevent (Not to mention the stupid daytime thing) nor seems to care particularly about afterwards yet with Nari’s he’s allowed to openly grieve in a gorgeously animated visual showing how he’d failed to keep her safe despite everything. He did nothing to help here either mind despite allowing himself to be tortured in the same piece of media to keep her safe, just watched another loss happen right in front of his eyes in his conga long line of them.

Then there’s Archie, oh god then there was Archie.

The dragon who even here he’d been shown to have an incredibly close bond with him decides you know what sod that tell him goodbye I’m going to make a joke about having a kingdom now dad and me are trapped in here forever. Douxie on his part looked sad for all of three seconds saying that he hoped he’s happy like it's a pet that wandered out into the world one day and never came back instead of a lifelong companion that has been there for as long as he can remember. He was now completely alone in the world since Zoe was also written out entirely and because every bit of his background had been forgotten about it somehow meant nothing. This wasn’t “I know you miss him, I know you need to grieve but you are running out of time” moment like things had been with Charlie, this was “cool shapeshifting dragon cat is now stuck in a plot hole that’s a shame” with zero pay off or any of the genuine reaction that should have been there or hell even trying to Ohana him back that very second because it never should have happened in the first place. Then even this wasn’t enough somehow, they managed to de-power Douxie even further into uselessness bar the (Admittedly nifty!) sticky feet stunt, the one who fought Skrael and Bellroc to a stalemate was shunted aside with barely a thought and his head would somehow get even emptier.

The one person who knew the danger of time magic the most stood by and said nothing.

The one person who would suffer the most by a reset because the lynchpin to his issues would be asleep if you got it wrong and should have drilled it into Jim’s head the best time to aim for stood by and said nothing.

The one person who had just suffered the loss of his familiar, best friend and only family along with the almost sister like Nari stood by and said nothing.

Then to add further insult to injury the caption when Douxie and Archie is shown says Some go their entire lives living an existence of quiet desperation because every drop of his character growth, his ability to finally start addressing his trauma instilled back in the 12th century, the staff he longed for was instead openly mocked by going “Aww he got his cat friend back how nice!” Everything he’d rightfully earned and had now would be unable to progress until certain criteria are met because it hinges entirely on the Trollhunter going to Merlin’s tomb and there’s only so much your support network of two (One if she’s written out) can do, the root of the majority of his issues all stem from one man.

And this folks is why I’ve been going on multiple rants about Douxie in particular, everyone was hit with the out of character bat to some degree in this film but when they came for him they didn’t just stop after they took his legs out because they wanted him to suffer from something he’s never had any control over to begin with all over again. Abuse survivors deserve better, these characters deserve better and we as viewers deserve far far better writing than we were forced to endure.

#Ooc - Behind the curtains #Rise of the Titans #Rise of the Titans spoilers #RotT Spoilers #RoT spoilers #Wizards #Tales of Arcadia #ToAWizards #Hisirdoux Casperan #Douxie Casperan

[flowerwrites06]

deathly dry spell — jjk

Plot: When Taehyung is away for months on a trip in the peak of winter, alternative methods of keeping a succubus pleased comes into play. 

Pairing(s): Jungkook x Succubus!OC (Name: Belle) ft. Boyfriend Taehyung 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Succubus AU | Roommate AU | PWP

Tags & Warnings: explicit smut, spanking, squirting, unsafe sex, coarse language, succubus being angry horny 

Authors Note: idk what’s happening with my writing streak lately but I’m kind of just going with the flow and hoping you all like it lmao let me know what you think!

Another frustrating morning. Belle had taken pills to suppress some of the aching in between her legs but they were only aggravating the hunger. Even her ivory horns began to ache from the increasing frustration and her breasts felt tender than ever before. Winter was always the worst time for her to be away from him. The grey sky framed by the apartment windows and cool atmosphere stinging her flesh made her desperate for warmth. No. Heat. She wanted burning heat everywhere.

“I’m going to be gone a couple of months, sweetheart,” Taehyungs’ voice crackled through the speaker.

“Months?” Belles’ dark brows furrowed looking through the computer screen as her boyfriend delivered the disturbing news. His curls were messy and a loose shirt draped over his body, making her heat up between her legs even more. In turn, increasing her frustration towards him for being so far apart.

If it were a normal relationship with two humans then they would probably just be very saddened. Unfortunately leaving your succubus girlfriend for a couple of months isn’t exactly safe. Especially if you’re desperate to want her faithful. She let out a deep sigh, staring out again at the heavily clouded sky. It was probably going to snow a lot this winter. She clamped her thighs together, cuddled into a crème blanket. “Tae—I can’t.” She buried her lips into the fluffy material. “Maybe I could come visit you.”

“You know why you can’t visit me here.” Taehyung didn’t sound too happy about the ordeal either but Belle had too much on her mind to feel bad for him. “These idiots don’t like magical creatures and you’ll be in danger.”

“But I can’t—”

“I had a suggestion.”

Belle blinked curiously. “What?”

Taehyung bit down his bottom lip, unsure of the thoughts rushing through his mind. “If you start feeling pain or sick at all—Jungkook could—”

“No.”

“You know it can’t be negotiated.”

“No!” she winced.

Taehyung sighed. “Baby…I can’t have you in pain.”

“Well that’s just you have to live with for leaving me.” She sniffled, scrunching her nose as the cold stung her. “Does Jungkook even know about your decision?”

“I kind of mentioned it to him.” Taehyung scratched the back of his head.

Belle’s eyes burned into him. She understood that there was no other choice if she wanted to survive the winter. But to take part in this pact felt so wrong. “So you just discussed it like it was some kind of business transaction.” Her feelings were indifferent. Some part of her still wanted to pretend that she was against it. Succubi were always known to become disloyal to their partners. If she took part in this thing, she’d be one of them.

“You—” Sadness spread across Taehyungs’ face; eyes glossed and features twisted in pain. “—you’ll die. Please…I want to come back home to you alive and well.”

Belles’ expression softened, tightening the blanket around her as she averted her gaze. “I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you.”

-

It kept getting colder and her body kept getting painful. Belle didn’t remember the last moment she sat still. Not having to squirm somehow to be comfortable. Spending nights rubbing against pillows to get some kind of tension but only sleeping with tears filling her eyes. This morning wasn’t helping her mood either when Jungkook made food for the both of them to eat.

Belle hadn’t talked to him ever since the call with Taehyung. Except that didn’t mean Jungkook stopped making an effort to keep some kind of interaction going. Forcing a dinner on them was one of his genius attempts.

Roasted potatoes, chicken curry, spinach paste and a blueberry pie. Hearty enough meals for Belle to sustain herself when she couldn’t be filled in other ways. The scent suffused the cool air, making it homely and comforting. In her stubbornness though, Belle leaned back on the chair as Jungkook tried to start a conversation.

“You’re just not going to talk to me.” Jungkook shook his head.

Belle folded her arms over her chest refusing to eat a morsel of food. It smelled delicious to a point where it could even make her mouth water.

“Look I know you’re hungry.” He gestured to the meal. “If you’re not going to do it the way you have to at least eat the way humans do.”

Belle glared at him. “Don’t act like this is an inconvenience to you. I didn’t ask for your goddamn help!” She never snapped at Jungkook. Or anyone for that matter. Then again, she hadn’t gone this long from getting her sustenance.

“It’s not an inconvenience. I don’t want to see a friend hurt like this.”

“But you’re willing to treat me like a bet in a club.”

Jungkooks’ expression hardened. “Sex means life and death to you, does it or does it not?”

Belle pressed her lips together. “Yes,” she muttered.

“Then why the hell would we not take it seriously?” He stabbed the fork into the chicken. “I can’t force you to get what you need. But I’m sure as hell not letting you leave until you eat something.”

She wanted to stay relentless and keep her arms folded. Except the meal might help sleep at night better at the very best. With a defeated sigh, she relaxed herself and began to eat.

-

“Stop squirming,” Jungkook said.

Belle scoffed, slouching on the couch after a good hour of trying to get into a comfortable position. Even the winter chills were turning into mere summer breezes from the way her body kept heating up. It was strange to have light snow falling outside and her body was adorned with a nightie. “I can’t get comfortable, alright? If you don’t like it, just go to your room.”

“This is my apartment too.”

“And you have a TV in your room.”

“But I want to be here.”

“Then stop complaining.” Belle shifted when the pooling between her legs was getting heavier.

Jungkook scoffed, raking his fingers through his hair roughly. “You know, I didn’t realize you had the potential to be such a bitch.”

“Well, we’re learning a lot of things, aren’t we?” Belle smiled bitterly. “Like how you have absolutely no patience whatsoever.”

“Sorry I’m not Taehyung keeping check on you like you’re a toddler.”

Thick scents of amber suffused the air and taunted Jungkooks’ nostrils. He tried not to scrunch his nose too much but it was strange not smelling the usual jasmine scent from her body.

“Just cause I don’t function like you humans doesn’t mean you get to demean my needs.” Belles’ voice had gotten deeper, eyes burning in anger and frustration. “Especially you. Acting like the nice best friend to Taehyung for months on end but the moment you have time alone with me, you act like I don’t exist. You’re no different than those people Taehyung works with—”

Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and pressed a kiss on her lips. The desperately loyal part of Belle screamed to pull away. But whenever she tried, the warmth of another’s lips and the grip on her neck only caused her to whimper. He pulled away then. Chests rising and falling in the new brewing heat.

Belle hated her body for trying to grab onto him again. She tried to muster a frown. “Did you just do that to shut me up?”

“I can’t watch you ruin yourself.” Jungkook tightened his grip into her hair. “So please, for the love of god, fuck me.”

Like a trigger pulled on a gun, Belle pounced on the male, lips crashing against each other as her hands moved down to pull her panties off. She threw the flimsy material on the floor without a care before moving to straddle the male on the couch.

Jungkook pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, bare skin meeting the soft surface of the couch.

Belle raised herself until she felt his tip position at her sloppy entrance. She slid down slowly, the almost nonexistent sleeve of her nightie slipping down her shoulders. Without waiting a second longer, Belle moved up and down his cock, snug walls hugging him perfectly. There was no more time to wait. She didn’t want to wait.

He pushed up her dress, kneading her ass and forcing her hips to grind against his own. “F-Fuck…”

Belle threw her head back, hands placed on the back of the couch. Her breasts bounced along with her movements, nipples peeking out a little.

Jungkook growled lightly wrapping his strong arms fully around her waist before pounding up in to her pussy. He moved at a dizzying pace, balls slapping against her ass like a round of applause.

The sounds drowned Belle’s choked screams infused in an overwhelming pleasure as his lower belly roughly rubbed against her clit. “O-god.” She whimpered, gripping at the couch pillow until she scratched one of them.

Slowing his thrusts down, he moved deep inside her, feeling his cock drowning in her arousal. Jungkook kept his hold and turned them around so she was on the couch instead.

She immediately spread her legs apart watching him lean in and drink in her leaking core. Her hand moved to his hair.

Tongue lapped at her clit as he snuck a finger prodding at her slit. Jungkook slid inside with so much ease that a moan emitted in his throat. Then he slid another. Her heat burned against his flesh. Curling his digits upward, he rubbed against the spot inside her. His thumb brushing against her clit, he drilled his fingers into her pussy.

Belle let out a small sob in between her moans. Nails digging into her thigh as she watched her pussy spluttering out her arousal onto his hands moving at lightning speed. The pleasure coiled in her lower belly; tightening beyond control.

Knuckles deep inside her, he felt it getting hotter and more sloppy causing his member to spurt more arousal onto the floor. “That’s right, baby…” He whispered, dipping down and wrapping his lips around her clit, suckling like his favourite treat as his fingers continued to pound into her.

Belle’s body shook like insanity embodied, the heat gathering in her lower belly almost unbearable as she felt a heaviness ready to burst. “I’m gonna cum, Kook—” She cried out, thrashing against the messed up pillows.

The coil then sprung out in a light gush of clear liquid, squirting out of her as Jungkook kept moving his fingers in and out while suckling on her throbbing clit. He felt wetness dripping down his hand, soaking into the couch but it only made him hungrier for more as he growled against her puffy, sensitive pussy.

Belle winced from a slight ache as he continued to go beyond her sensitive point. “Ah-Kook-“ She pushed him away gently causing him to chuckle a little.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” Jungkook smirked, picking her up again, off the couch and turning her around. He bent her over so her breasts pressed against the wet stain. “Look at the mess you made.”

Belle replied in a whimper, swaying her ass his way until she felt his leaking tip brush against her. The stamped down pleasure reignited quicker than her own body could handle it. She wanted more. A sharp pain swung on her ass cheek causing her to let out a throaty chuckle as she swayed again. Much to her pleasure, Jungkook landed another swing on her ass cheek much harsher than the first. “Do it again.”

Jungkook obliged, slapping it once again. His tip rubbed in between her blushing cheeks to gain some friction when he landed another smack. Pressing his sweat layered chest to her back, he jabbed his glistening fingers through her lips. He hungrily watched Belle suckle on her arousal. Jungkook took a cheeky moment to push it down her throat until she gagged. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed onto her neck. “You want more?”

“Yes,” Belle whispered, desperately swaying her hips to gain his fill again.

“Yeah?” Jungkook pushed his length in, moaning at how much her walls still closed in on him, pushing him further over the edge. Veined fists pressed against the couch, slamming his hips against hers.

Belle rested her cheek against the soaked fabric. The smell of her own arousal made her mad with ecstasy, light groans emitted in her throat, her lower belly tightening again. The couch shifted and creaked at every thrust as her legs lost all ability to move properly.

Jungkook growled as the heaviness in his lower belly became hard to control, screaming to release. “I’m coming…” He breathed out.

“Come inside me.” Belle reached behind her to grab the back of his neck. “Please, come inside me,” she cried out.

Forehead pressing against the top of her head, Jungkook gave into frantic thrusts. Pleasure burst out of him in a thickened wave. Fingers dug into the cushion as a shaky moan passed his lips.

Belle grinned in complete bliss as her orgasm pounded through her, knees trembling and her body convulsing until she swore she saw stars. So many days of keeping herself contained. The proper pleasure of Jungkook filling her up brought her to tears, dripping onto the already ruined couch cushions. She giggled through her light sobs.

“Hey—” Jungkook brushed her hair away from her sweat-layered temple. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” Belle grinned, sniffling. “Thank you.”

Jungkook chuckled. “First time I’ve heard that after sex.”

The rest of winter moved a lot smoother and warmer for Belle and Jungkook.

#jungkook #thebtswritersclub #jungkook fanfic #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfiction #succubus au #bts succubus au #supernatural au #tw: smut #jungkook smut

[idohistorysometimes]

Historical parallels between Tumblr banned tags and prohibition

This probably has to be one of the weirdest things my brain has come up with, but please hear me out. 

For those unaware, recently, Tumblr has banned many tags from its IOS app in order for it to be on Apple’s app store. This was at the request of Apple due to them wanting Tumblr to be more “advertiser friendly” (which makes no sense since Reddit is one of the largest sites for porn and its still on the app store). This banned list of words include everything from the kinkest of suggested tags, to for whatever reason the word “girl” and “queue” (a literal function of their own website). Again these banned tags only apply to the already broken IOS app, but due to the trajectory the site is heading I estimate this unholy list will not only expand, but will cross over to the actual desktop site in 2022. 

But the oversantitization of a blogging site known for its NSFW content in the name of both “Saving the children” and “Advertiser friendliness” brings up one very interesting historical parallel: LITERALLY PROHIBITION.

Let me explain.

So Prohibition in the USA happened from 1920-1933 and was the banning of the manufacture, storage (whether in barrels or in bottles), transportation, sale, possession, and consumption of alcoholic beverages. This was an attempt at fixing social problems of the time such as crime rates, homelessness, incarceration rates, corruption, and violence. But this policy was a massive failure due to it literally achieving the opposite of what it set out to do. Crime rates (both organized and not) skyrocketed and so did drinking in general. Literally every single thing Prohibition set out to do backfired because the policy was so bad. Organized crime groups took advantage of the massive hole left by the absence of alcohol and made millions. It increased corruption, led to MORE violent crimes and alcohol related illnesses and deaths. 

How Prohibition relates to the Tumblr tag ban is they both functionally accomplish the same thing. The tag ban is an attempt at further sanitizing Tumblr of things like porn, self harm content, and other forms of banned or restricted content... but it fundamentally does not address the issue of porn bots on the site or punish any of the bad actors posting actually harmful content. Instead it punishes everybody else by banning tags as innocuous as “Tony the Tiger” and “Mine” along with fundamentally breaking its own search features. Prohibition meanwhile did not actually stop America’s problem with alcoholism and domestic violence, it instead amplified it since it criminalized alcohol and made it impossible for people who did not abuse the substance to partake in it (even breweries who relied on the money made from their beers/wines to exist and thus causing America THOUSANDS of jobs). That and much like with Bootlegging, it is EXTREMELY easy to get around these tag bans by just changing spelling or placement of punctuation. 

This does not make the site safer since the band aid level solution. And it makes the site worse by just allowing bad actors more ways to post their disgusting content by making it harder to find. It literally makes 0 sense. 

#tumblr #tumblr banned tags #tumblr banned words #banned tags #banned tags 2021 #prohibition #history #historical parallels #drama #tumblr drama #tumblr IOS #tumblr app

[its-me-im-coraline]

Secrets and fights // Ethan Torchio

lWords // around 1k

Warnings // angst, angst as hell, much more angsty than I was planning

pairing // Ethan Torchio x Gender Neutral Reader

author's note // ooof I haven't written in a whiile and this felt so good to do it again omg. I hope the anon that requested it enjoys this as I hope everyone else will as well. send in your requests here and let me know what you think loveys. i wish it had gotten longer but having just gotten back doesn't help. anyways, still hope you will love

also let me know if you want to be tagged on my fics

request // yes, here it is

summary // Ethan is in a relationship with a member of the bands PR team, but for how long will this keep happening? Sometimes it get's a little too much until the two personalities clash.

Just as the band had gotten the world, Ethan had gotten me, by storm. It happened out of nowhere, it was not even supposed to happen. I wasn't suppose to have any intimate relationships with any of the four members of Måneskin, but it seems the beautiful Italian has put a spell on me and I could simply not resist him. Not that this was much different to him. He found something in me worth breaking the rules, but for how long?

This is actually so far from who he is. Ethan is a man of structure, even if that structure only superficial at times. He is so put together, always having a plan, always doing what he is told; when he has to, of course. It is so unlikely of him to do as much as give a look my way when he wasn't supposed, but here we are.

Me, on the other hand... Well, opposites seem to attract. I find peace in being open, daring; rebellious if you may. I can't hide, can't be controlled very easily, and maybe that was both the thing that brought us together but also the thing to drift us apart.

After their win in Eurovision, the band started touring around Europe, day in, day out, there was a different country we see, a different channel for them to be interviewed by; a different spot to hide under. But sometimes hiding away is simply not enough to keep a secret.

One of these days, in one of those countries, we finally found some time to be around each other, getting the chance to explore a different city, and just exist in the bliss of whatever we have together. Getting to be 'us' in the public eye has not been an option. Hell, anyone else knowing is not an option we have.

We were walking around the city that night, a safe distance between us, enough for us to feel comfortable but also enough to not cause any suspicion to anyone passing by. It went smooth for a while, until we found ourselves at the side of a bridge, sitting in the dark, and with my initiative, be close to each other. Big mistake. Big, big mistake. We spoke and spoke for a while, laughed a little, listened to music a little. And then I just couldn't wait, until we got back to the hotel, and I kissed him, there, in public. But it was dark, and empty, no one would know. Even bigger mistake.

The entire next morning is a fuzz. I can't remember how I was woken up, what time it was, how I even got to get ready, but I now found myself in Ethan's hotel room, fighting with him over some photos, of us kissing.

"Couldn't you be more careful, Y/N?! How many times? How many times did I tell you this was a bad idea?!" Hands are all over his hair, pulling it slightly, on occasion, a cigarette long forgotten on an ashtray by the night stand.

"Te l'avevo detto, cazzo! Shit, shit, shit!" (= I fucking told you!)

"I don't know what you expect me to say, Ethan! That I am sorry? I am your partner, I should not feel restricted to kiss you when we are alone!" Madness, this whole situation was madness. An angry boss, an angry boyfriend - all was too much too handle.

"It isn't that simple, amore and you know it," he almost whispered looking away, thinking, considering what should be said next.

"This was not supposed to happen, Y/N. Ever. This was a mistake."

"Oh, so was it so bad being with me? If you expect me to say I regret us, then you are fooled, amore." Venom dripping from my tongue. How could he say that? How could he even think about that?

"Well, maybe I do."

Silence. All that was heard was the ringing in my ears; the only thing I felt was the burning in my face. That is the moment we see how different we are. Ethan Torchio, a man that follows the rules, avoids trouble, and Y/N Y/L/N, someone that simply can not control their feelings.

"This should have never happened. They warned both of us, Y/N, do you understand me? This is - was - wrong!" His hands were all over the place, by now, hair going every witch way because of going through it so much.

"Well, signore rockstar, it looks like you didn't learn how to live your life. If you want this to end, fine, let's end it. But don't lie to yourself and say that this relationship wasn't worth it! I am losing my job, might not find another for a while, but I don't regret a second I was with you, and I certainly don't regret kissing you under that bridge last night." I got out of breath, ranting, and getting it all out- the tears not helping my case- but I was done and so was this relationship.

He looks exhausted, I can tell, and pained. As hard as this is on me, it is on him. He doesn't only have the outside world to face right now, he also has his mind. He is conflicted. What shoud've been done, what could be different, how could he stop this, how could he have protected me. A million thoughts per second and his mouth couldn't utter one word.

Silence. That was all that is heard. That is all I need in the moment to walk away. Maybe Ethan and I are too different to be together.

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#ethan torchio #imagines #maneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #måneskin imagine #måneskin fanfic #måneskin

[kazeofthemagun]

Should you fight Black Wind?

[tagged: I see people do this so I shall, too]

[tagging: @shiroi---kumo @cursedfortune (@ofmanytxngues ) depends on if you wanna do a writeup]

[Anyway, let's get on with it: Should you fight Kaze?]

[Realistically? He's the God of Destruction's vessel, no you should not fight him. Jokes aside:]

Anime Kaze

At least with this one, the Magun is wounded and asleep so unless you both happen to be near a potent source of Chaos that will wake the gun up, you will not be blown up by a godly and/or demonic creature. In this version, Kaze is almost completely unable to use the Magun, which includes manifesting the engine blades. Really, his right arm is solely a bludgeoning weapon. Seriously, that thing weighs a figurative tonne, stay away from it.

Despite being incapable of using his Main Thing, Black Wind is a highly trained Windarian general, and is all about guns. Gun-mage, remember? He has a double-barreled, spring action shotgun with heavy caliber rounds that pretty much guarantee a kill upon impact by making sure your body is turned into mincemeat. If you're hit in a limb, that limb is going to be decimated. If you're hit in the main body you're toast. This gun possesses an indeterminate mag size of anywhere between 10-20 and please do not ask me how it works, this thing is more fantastical than the Magun itself.

When fighting long range, the best strategy would be to try and get him to waste his ammo until he has to reload, though he could very well bluff and surprise you with a few more shots. When he does have to reload, however, he has to do it onehandedly and it takes a while. Getting in melee is your best bet, but now you're facing a 6'8" humanoid alien with superhuman strength who is more than capable of snapping your neck (and everything else). Despite his heavy Demon Weapon, he is surprisingly fast and skilled with the use of the dagger he keeps at the backside of his belt. Absolutely will fight dirty, trying to sweep your leg and utilizing more underhanded tactics as the fight goes on.

This version of Kaze's stamina is notably worse than his after-series counterpart. He hasn't eaten in a long time and the magical Demon Weapon is the only thing keeping his body functional. Despite his height, he is quite the twig, and despite the Windarians' racial strength, could probably be contended with by a physically powerful human. Can be off-balanced somewhat easily due to the Magun's immense weight bending his spine and causing his center of mass to shift to his right. Also, any version of Kaze is weak to water magic and extremely weak to Blue Elenium, if some still exists in Wonderland.

After Kaze (Main Verse Kaze)

Noooope. You're fighting an awakened Unlimited, which is Bad. No ordinary human stands any semblance of a chance here, similar to a fight with White Cloud. These two? Gods' vessels, and have the power to show for it. The Magun is well awake and capable of unleashing potent magic (and its blades) at a moment's notice. When fighting this version, you will have to contend not only with summoned Espers, but Spiral magic. Sand alone is coarse, rough, and irritating, but have you ever considered magic soul sand? Soil comes in a variety of colors and elemental properties, and when it starts to stir, you will be assaulted by a magically volatile sandstorm and any hard-hitting attacks of your own will be blocked by the Soil hardening into near-unbreakable glass walls. Glass walls that can well explode outwards like frag grenades. All the while, you will be shot at.

But none of this is nowhere near as terrifying as what an Esper can do. Sure, if you can get past rampaging Soilwind you could probably throw a wrench into Black Wind's summonings. Certain spells could interrupt him and force him to fold the Magun's engine avoid damage. Still, if you find yourself unable to throw your biggest attacks to stop this process, you'll be forced to fight an entity known as an Esper. There are many Espers, and each has a different set of abilities, but one trait they do share - being am unparalleled force of utter destruction. Good luck.

If you still survive, you probably know what to do. Prevent the gunmage from casting his funky lil spells and you may stand a (temporary) chance because yup, you can't kill an Unlimited in any way that will stick. If you can use your own magic to manipulate Soil in any way, you can throw off the Demon Weapon's mechanisms and cause it to overheat faster. Similarly, going through 4-5 summonings in quick succession is nearly guaranteed to overheat the gun and cause it to shut down. Kaze's blood serves as its coolant, so this is more than likely to be a kill.

Congratulations, you've beaten who's probably one of Final Fantasy's most OP characters. Now go fight Kumo and see if you can get that one achievement for besting the both of them.🏆

Gun Dragon form

...Don't even think about it.

#[[muse meme #[[headcanon

[whumpzone]

On the idea of Rowe old master being mad if a guest was kind to Rowe when he didn't deserve it. What if one of Tommases (i blanked on spelling there) friends where nice to him and he got scared?

oh hell yeah anon YOUR MIND!!

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Master Tomas was so excited to have his guest over. Rowe was sure of it. He checked himself twice, thrice, four times in the mirror, fixing stray hairs Rowe couldn’t even see, and his speech was torn between telling Rowe how lovely his guest was, and making sure Rowe didn’t mind. Rowe always told him it was fine. He knew it wasn’t his place to have an opinion anyway, and truth be told, he liked seeing Master so giddy. A happy Master was a good thing.

“I’ve told him about you,” said Master, and Rowe couldn’t help feeling a flicker of pride. “So you can meet him too and say hello. Or! You can stay in your room. We won’t mind either way.”

“I- I w-would like to meet him, Master,” Rowe hazarded.

It was the right answer. Master smiled brightly at him. “Oh, that’ll be so lovely, pal.”

-

Master’s friend introduced himself as Luca. He was almost Rowe’s height, maybe a wisp taller, and wore a shy smile. His dark, neat hair was held up above his temple by a pretty hair clip with a golden sun on it. When it caught the light, it shone like a lighthouse, and Rowe realised he was staring far too late.

He knelt neatly in the corner of the living room, trying not to listen as Master offered Luca a glass of wine and a slice of crusty bread. He knew how this was meant to play out. Rowe was meant to pour the wine, and serve the food, and not listen to a word because he was just a dumb Pet, and Master and his friend were meant to ignore him, if he was lucky and did a good job. But Master’s house was endlessly strange. No sooner had Master excused himself and trotted upstairs had Luca fixed his eyes on Rowe.

He settled himself on the sofa’s armrest, one leg tucked firmly under his thigh. Rowe stayed kneeling, looking up at him. Trying to give him a small smile.

“Well, R-dawg. Hahah, actually, ignore that,” he quickly said, hiding his face as he laughed. It was quite endearing, Rowe thought. He thought that maybe one day, in the future, when he could laugh, he should hide his face too. It could make him look pretty. “Tomas tells me you’re very sweet,” Luca offered, looking down at Rowe with a hint of curiosity.

Master seemed so happy with him when Rowe spoke. Rowe wanted to try, really try his best, and impress Master’s new guest. “I like- I like your h-hair pin, sir.”

“Oh, thanks,” Luca said. His voice was calm, with rounded edges. “My little sister gave me the clip, it’s just one of those snap hair pin ones. And I hot glued this little sun pendant to it. Cute, right?”

Rowe nodded, although his stomach had turned at the mention of hot glue. He didn’t even know that existed. He thought about Master using it on him when he’d been disobedient. Gluing his eyelids shut or restraints to his wrists, or just letting it drip down his stomach until he’d learnt his lesson. He wanted to shake his head, to try and focus on the now, focus on just being a normal well behaved Pet, but he couldn’t with Luca crouched right in front of him.

“You like it?” Luca asked, ignoring Rowe’s defectiveness, then dug in his pocket when Rowe nodded again. Another stab of fear flashed through him. What was he getting? Had he done something wrong?

But all that he pulled out was a similar hair pin, red and shiny. He held it up, opening it with a snap. His nails, Rowe noticed, were painted a happy mustard yellow. “Here. I think it’d suit you.”

Rowe’s fingers curled together. No, no no no. Rowe knew what happened when old master’s guests treated him nicely. Only Master could decide how and when to bestow kindness onto his Pet. Rowe hadn’t earned it! If- if Luca was nice to him, he might get bad ideas about what exactly he deserved, and how to behave, and then he wouldn’t be able to please his Master and he’d be in trouble- but would it be right to refuse him?

Rowe doubled over, putting his forehead to the floor. “P-please, sir, th-that’s very kind b-b-but I- I think only my M-Master can be- uh- be kind to m-me. I’m sorry.”

Rowe heard Luca take a breath, and braced himself, but then-

“Everything okay?” Master’s voice made Rowe freeze.

“Master! Master Tomas I didn’t- I d-d-didn’t t-take it, I know o-only you c-c-can choose to treat me with mercy, I know, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I was- I only offered him this hair pin,” said Luca, with a breathless laugh.

Rowe heard footsteps coming closer, and he braced himself. This lesson was one his old master had made sure Rowe never forgot.

“Come on, pal, up you get,” Master coaxed, in the same gentle voice he always used. He didn’t sound any different, but surely? Surely this was unforgiveable? Rowe lifted himself up and saw Master looking down at him with his usual soft features. Luca gave him a sad smile.

“B-But I-“

“Hey, it’s okay. You know, Luca, I think I’d like that pin,” Master said, winking at Luca. Rowe didn’t understand why his heart sank. He shouldn’t have wanted it anyway. Master took it between his thumb and index finger, then looked back to Rowe. “You know what? I actually think it’d suit you better, pal. What do you think Luca?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

Master gathered some of Rowe’s heavy fringe and snapped the pin on, holding it up. Rowe lightly touched it. It was nice.

“Th-thank you Master, thank you sir,” he said, and although he didn’t understand the wide smiles both men had, Rowe was sure it must mean something good.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

-

tagging cause Luca might crop up again! sorry to people who have already seen this 😅

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#asks #anon #tomas and rowe #pet whump #man my T&R stuff has been fluff central lately #i will make up for that in the next official chapter i promise #also luca might be.... more than a friend... #if their night together goes well....... :')

[jenosslut]

sugary euphoria

pairings: mark lee x fem!reader

genre/s: fluff, suggestive, angst, romance

details: strangers to lovers!au, high school!au

warnings: suggestive content, suggestive humor, explict language

word count: 3k

synopsis: where two sunset lovers experience feelings they never knew existed through the journey of adolescence.

a/n: i absolutely hate how this turned out im so sorry. a special thank you to @navyhyuck, @heartyyjeno and @neojaems for beta reading this. an even more special thank you to @hunjins for always believing in me no matter what.

taglist: @hunjins @neovrse @mrkcore @moonbeamsung @jjikyuu @mellowvoidexpertfriend

couldn’t tag: @markslovelymaid

02.09.2016

you got me breathless, got me begging you to drive me insane

The weather stays warm, in hopes of smiling on everyone. The buoyant sun rays travel directly into the brunette’s eyes, though he doesn’t whine in exasperation like many would do as he is surrounded by his most favored people.

Ecstatic is how he feels around people he loves, and Mark absolutely adores his friends. Those six people- whom he labels as ‘idiots’- aid him to hold onto an endless amount of belligerent days, especially at school.

Even though Mark isn’t exactly the best with words and doesn’t prefer to demonstrate verbal affection, the legitimately adorable laugh escaping his lips whenever he’s around them is enough to let everyone acknowledge the amount of adoration he holds for the six boys.

“Are there two butts or one butt?” He hears Donghyuck question, who has an over dramatically serious expression accompanied with lips shaped in a pout pressed on his face.

“One butt Dongfuck, one butt.” Renjun is the one to respond between gritted teeth and heavy breath, thoroughly devastated with the unnecessary discussions Donghyuck never seems to leave alone.

“There’s two! They’re separate!” Chenle exclaims in an avoidably resounding manner, causing a couple heads to involuntarily shoot towards their direction in inquisitiveness; silently judging the group of boys.

“Why are we having this conversation again?” Jeno states, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder who happens to nod, displaying agreement in the older’s words.

“Ask Dongtruck.” Renjun says, raising his arms upwards in defence.

“Yeah ask Dongtruck- wait what?” Donghyuck continues, then widens his eyes at the realization; turning his head towards Renjun as his jaw commences to part.

“I’m selling a Dingdong for free, contact me for details!” Chenle screechs, throwing his hands towards the air as the boys surrounding his figure stare at him in incredulity. Many people’s attention switch onto the group of boys again, allowing them- except Chenle- to give reactions out of embarrassment.

“When will you learn to like, shut the fuck up?” Renjun silently shouts at Chenle’s face in exasperation, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hand in between his hair.

“We’re supposed to bully Yuckie here, not me! Gosh, what a traitor.” Chenle responds, letting a dramatic sigh escape his lips, poking his tongue inside his cheek.

“If only you used the creativity you use for Hyuck’s nicknames for pragmatic reasons.” Jeno states, shaking his head.

“How do you even know what pragmatic means?” Mark questions- more to himself- in a lower tone, glancing at Jeno.

“I’m not Renjun, Mark.” Jeno replies, patting Mark’s back as Mark nods at his friend’s words.

The moment Mark Lee turns his head towards the side, his eyes witness a smile; looking dazzling as ever. The sight of you standing exquisite, the most guilelessly enticing expression sitting delicately on your features is enough to cast anyone under your spell.

Your friend says something, you laugh again. Your eyes meet as you involuntarily turn your head towards his direction. Mark’s breath gets caught in his throat, thoroughly overwhelmed. You send him a wave, then boom.

Spark.

Mark Lee bewitches under your spell.

13.11.2016

I see rainbows when i think of us

First Date

First dates are cute, adorably delighting. Kind of awkward. But that’s fine, because it’s delirious. Maybe not euphoric, but definitely a form of ecstasy.

A new experience, a new person. Something contrasting, something exciting.

It’s not the transcendence that makes it appealing, because no first date is perfect. It’s the imperfection, the sheepish smiles shared throughout the day, the embarrassing-feeling sentences that appear cuter than embarrassing.

Maybe the occasion is cliché, maybe it’s not worth enough to be included in a million-selling novel. But the experience is worth it. A simple exchange of ice cream flavors, simple exchanges of words as you amble around a keenly alive park. Cliché, but new. Cliché, but delighting.

Things are a bit less expected in Mark’s case.

The arid leaves fall as a gospel choir, harmonized in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they complete each other. The fallen leaves create an alluring pathway as you amble exquisite with Mark besides your figure, hand in hand.

“I think i’m seeing rainbows.” You state breathily, head falling on top of Mark’s shoulder; coming in contact with the soft fabric of his maroon jacket.

“Where? It’s dark though, i don’t think that’s possible,” Mark responds, his eyes scanning through the sky involuntarily as he takes your words legitimately.

“It didn’t rain, it’s not sunny either.” He continues on analyzing his surroundings, not exactly sure of what you meant with the words you had previously put together.

“You make me see rainbows.” You smile, astonished at his oblivious nature.

“How do i do that?” He asks, eyes slightly wide as his lips unintentionally form a small pout.

“I was trying to be poetic, Mark. I know it was bad, you could've just gone along with it.” You let out a playful scoff, the small yet absolute smile continuing its appearance on your lips.

“No no it wasn't bad, i just-” He rambles.

“Oh my god, i’m joking. Calm down, i was just trying to say how you made me happy.” You let out a full hearted laugh this time, clearly amused.

“Oh…” Is all that Mark lets out at the realization, head turning towards the side in embarrassment as his heart skips a beat.

Cute, you think to yourself.

And yes, Mark Lee is indeed an adorable boy who enchants you in even more bewitching experiences.

01.02.201

I love the way I light up when you call me

Your feet play with the treacherously empty and dry looking sand while concentrating on the undulating sound of the shallow turquoise ocean. The majestic ocean seems to be wrapped in a darker color, which could easily be blamed on the endless darkness of the sky caused by the time being nearly five in the morning.

Your head lays on Mark’s shoulder while the jacket he had given you minutes prior- insisting that you were shivering- sits on your shoulders. He holds your body close to his own, feeling an- what he labels as- unreasonable urge to protect you from anything that could occur.

You sit there, a serene feeling captivating you as you listen to each other's alleviating breaths and heartbeats. You throw small sets of words here and there to create some type of a conversation, delighting in the consolatory atmosphere.

"Your heart is beating so fast." You softly speak in incredulity, eyes slightly wide at the unanticipated moment.

Mark widens his eyes, a sheepish smile commencing to play on his lips. He starts mumbling and stuttering as he tries to put together meaningful words, though they don’t make any sense to say the least.

“Mine is beating fast too, if that makes you feel better.” You don’t know where the sudden confidence comes from, yet you keep on staring right into his sparkling orbs with your own; the most ravishing smile sitting buoyantly on your lips.

Mark muttres out a few “Oh”s before lazing his visibly tensed body, slowly melting in your arms as you pull his body even closer to your own.

As the sun begins to rise, a song along with a valse melody commences to play out of the speakers Mark had brought. You softly grab the brunette’s hand, taking it into your own; signaling him to dance with a playful smile on your face.

Mark lifts himself upwards as the sheepish smile from earlier commences to display its appearance back on his features. He uses some help from your hand as he lets out a nervous chuckle, youthful hysteria running through his body.

The two of you sway your bodies according to the mellifluous melody rhyming behind. You recline your head on Mark’s chest, getting into a more comfortable position.

"You're beautiful." Mark’s graceful sounding whisper is heard clearly in your right ear after finally gathering up the courage to state a compliment, causing the smile on your lips to grow uncontrollably.

Before leaning in, you go through a whole debate about whether to kiss him or not inside your head. Finally, you lean in; mixing both of your uniquely ambrosial scents as you catch his lips in between your own.

Although the kiss isn’t exactly perfect, the experience is.

“Be my girlfriend?” Mark asks in a whisper as he uses his right hand to keep your chin up, staring right inside your eyes fervently.

“Yeah.” You whisper back with a heavy breath, not able to control the smile growing on your lips.

The newly rising sun accompanies your bodies as you try to move your lips against each other’s in the middle of a beach. Youthful giggles get thrown around as you share your first kiss, a feeling unfamiliarly intriguing enchanting you.

Maybe, maybe you had a future with Mark. Maybe he was someone who would be there for you during your worst nightmares, a shoulder to cry on after calamitous fights, a soul to share your overwhelming ecstasy with.

Though, you don't know that just yet. You never know what the future holds for you. So you completely give your all to him, living through each second of one of the many euphoric moments you share.

Mayhaps this is the beginning of a new journey...

14.03.2017

I lose my mind when you whisper sweet nothings

Gratuitously, Mark guides your body towards his bedroom; hands all over each other’s bodies as giggles out of hysteria escape your lips. You run your hands through his brown locks, plunking them eagerly as your already plumped lips messily move against each other’s.

Mark lets out another breathy giggle as your noses brush, your hands traveling on his body. Your hands find their way towards the hem of his shirt, fingers fiddling with it; contemplating on whether to take it off or not.

Mark gives you a short nod, displaying approval within his actions as he sends you an adorable smile. You glance upwards to steal a glance from his features, only to get lost inside his doe orbs; sparkling in youthful enthusiasm.

He pushes your body onto his bed, trying to be as meticulous as he could. He helps you slide his shirt off as the kiss gets even messier. After unintentionally biting his bottom lip, you mutter out multiple apologies as Mark assures you; running his hands through your hair soothingly.

He pulls your body onto his lap, blushing when he sees your eyes glued onto his upper body. Your eyes meet when you move your head, both shying away at the shared stare. You land him a kiss, on his cheek instead of his lips. Giggles continuously flow through both of your lips as you keep on planting kisses on his cheeks.

Your lips land on his nose on accident when attempting to shower him in sweet cheek kisses, allowing another giggle out of timidity to be shared.

“I love you, like a lot.” Mark whispers admiringly, the adorably sheepish smile never washing away from his lips as the first ever “I love you” effortlessly falls out. You involuntarily smile at the statement, melting into his honeyed words.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, exchanging the specific three words for the first time.

You spend your night blissfully, not precisely knowing what you are doing. Yet you sure are delightful inside Mark’s tight embrace, heart clenching inside your chest at every amiable touch.

23.05.2017

You’re my favorite mistake

“Mark,” You speak out, fidgeting on his bed uncomfortably as your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

“Yes, baby?” Mark replies; not exactly paying the most attention as his eyes stay still on the laptop seated on his desk, trying to get an essay done.

“Love, are you okay?” He questions when you don’t respond, diverting is doe orbs towards your direction.

“I’m leaving,” You say as your teeth immediately find their way towards your bottom lip, biting and peeling the skin off in apprehension.

“For university, i’m moving.” You continue, explaining yourself when he doesn’t display any type of reaction.

Mark finally lets out a small yet heavy “When” as his lips part, staring at you dispiritedly.

“This sunday.” You reply faintly after a pause.

“And you decide to tell me about it now? Three days before you leave?” Mark’s eyes go wide as his voice raises, visibly accustomed.

“Calm down.” You attempt to calm him down, though it doesn’t exactly work as he shouts even louder each time he parts his lips.

“Do you even care about my feelings?” Mark clamors.

“Mark, what are you saying?” You ask in incredulity, aching to believe you didn’t hear him accurately.

“Look Y/n, I support whatever you do. But not when you tell me right before it happens!” He continues as a scoff out of mockery follows his words.

“I’m sorry i just-” You start rambling, not having an idea on how to ease his emotions.

“A sorry doesn’t fix everything!” He extends, not allowing you to speak.

“I know-”

“Good that you know! I hope you don’t make the same mistake next time with someone else.”

“Someone else? Mark, are you seriously breaking up with me over this?” You ask as a feeling of overwhelming incredulity captures you. His words allow your eyes to widen as your lips part afterwards.

“What’s there to not break up over, Y/n? How do you expect to continue this once you’re away?” He shouts again, making you pause.

“Okay, i wish you the best.” You state with a shaky voice as tears commence to gliss up inside your eyes, causing them to look glossy. You try your best to not blink, holding your tears in.

You can’t cry. No, you can’t cry in front of him.

So you get up and leave.

--

You are still young.

Not everything lasts, not everything is meant to last.

Each moment is worth living without allowing a knot to form inside your stomach in worry. Experiences have reasons, purposes. So do you, you have a purpose. Cry your heart out after agonizing fights, laugh in delight with all you’ve got; enchanted in an overwhelming euphoria.

You are shaped by awkward encounters, innocently sheepish grins, pernicious altercations, anguished tears. Mistakes you make at eighteen become experiences you thank at thirty.

Sugary moments come to an end, so do the bitter ones. Nothing is permanent, nothing is promised. You can’t live with worry, you can’t live in pain.

Life is short, short enough for you to give each moment a chance. Short enough to feel everything, to live and not just exist.

Somewhere out there, there’s someone for you. Someone willing to cherish all your imperfections, someone willing to shower you in love as immense adoration dances in their sparkling orbs.

Love...love is alluring, fascinating, breathtakingly dazzling. There’s so much to explore within love, so much to explore within a person. New euphoric moments to be shared, new eyes to get lost in, new hearts to beat together.

Love with all you have, give people every ounce of what they deserve without worrying about the ending. Every moment comes to an end. Every kiss has a final share, every breakdown has a final tear.

There is a beginning to each journey, there’s also an ending to those journeys. No time is worth spending cooped up in your room with tears drenching on your features, no time is worth contemplating on whether or not to do something in worry.

Although this is an anguished ending to the previous chapter, it’s a sugary euphoric beginning for another one...

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[iamanartichoke]

Congrats on follower milestone! I greatly enjoy your presence on my dash with your thoughts and witty tags and all :) For the Loki writing prompt, here's a sort of idea or mood or emotion, very vague, but maybe you can make something of it, and if not, totally cool! Prompt: Mobius taking care of Loki.

@humbae Thanks so much for your kind words as well as the prompt! I kinda just took the "taking care of" idea and had Mobius do the bare minimum, bc it's angstier that way, but I hope you like it anyway.

Summary: Takes place immediately after the end of episode 1; Loki has a realization and Mobius kinda maybe cares. Word Count: 1460 Author’s notes: Please forgive the quality, I started this earlier today and wanted to post it before watching the finale, so I finished the last bit of it in a less-than-alert state, merp.

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“What’s this?” Loki asks. He can’t keep the edge of suspicion out of his voice.

“It’s tea,” Mobius says, as if it’s obvious. He sets the red mug down in front of Loki. “What we normally do is drink it.”

The suspicion doesn’t leave him. Loki eyes the mug, wondering if he’d even be able to tell if Mobius had done something nefarious to it - but, there would be little point in Mobius going to the trouble of intervening in Loki’s “trial” and recruiting him to the TVA only to turn around and poison him so, despite himself, Loki picks up the mug and takes a cautious sip.

“Hope you like chamomile,” Mobius adds as he takes the seat across from Loki. “It’s all I could find.”

“It’s passable,” Loki says, after a longer sip. When was the last time he’d had anything to drink? He can’t remember; the blur of New York shifts too sharply into the shock of the TVA and his brain feels too muddled to grasp onto any specifics. There’s been a consistent twisting in his stomach for days; he doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s eaten, either.

Mobius is just watching him and Loki hunches his shoulders, a bit defensively. “What,” he says, setting down the mug.

Mobius shrugs. “You’re not the first Loki variant to come through here,” he responds. Before, when he’d been questioning Loki, everything about his posture had been straight and precise; now that the interrogation is over, Mobius has adopted a much more casual stance, leaning against the back of his chair with his legs slightly outstretched. “There’ve been a lot.”

“How many is a lot?” Loki’s mind is still spinning from the revelation that the rogue variant they’re hunting is another version of himself, but the idea of even more being out there just makes him feel slightly ill. There would be a crisis here, were Loki in a clearer headspace - something about how it could be possible for more than one version of himself to exist, and if those versions existed, what proof does he have that he, himself, in this moment, also exists? How does he know he is the real Loki? Is there a real Loki?

Apparently, he is in a clear enough headspace for a minor crisis. He wraps his hands around the mug, waiting for Mobius to answer.

“I don’t know,” is all Mobius says. “I’ve lost count, to be perfectly honest with you. You’re like a bad penny, you know - you just keep turning up. You’re a stubborn bastard, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you.” Loki’s tone is icy. “So if there are so many other variants, why not prune me? What do you think I can do for you that they couldn’t?”

Mobius looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “Call it a hunch, I guess.”

Wonderful. Loki’s entire existence rests on this bureaucrat of a man’s hunch. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t find that particularly reassuring,” he counters. “How do I know you won’t simply prune me either once we find this other variant, or once I stop being useful to you?”

“What, whichever comes first?” Mobius’s lips tilt slightly upward. “I suppose you don’t.”

Loki slumps a bit in his chair. He’s still holding onto the mug and, for lack of anything else to do, brings it back to his lips. Chamomile, Mobius had called it. It tastes like honey, with just the slightest tinge of apples, and it makes Loki think of the fruit in Idunn’s orchard, how they melted on his tongue like sugar. He remembers dewy summer evenings, laying in the grass with Thor, each of them with a golden apple’s sticky sweetness coating their lips and teeth.

The back of his throat tightens and he focuses on the tea, blinking hard against the sudden sting of tears. Crying in front of Mobius is not something he wants to make a habit of.

Still - “In the desert, when your hunters set off those reset chargers …”

“They pruned the alternate timeline you created when you took off with the tesseract, yeah.” Mobius adjusts his position, straightening up and leaning forward, elbows on the table. “You - that is, the you that’s supposed to exist - never escaped. Your brother took you back to Asgard.”

“And the sacred timeline continues as it should.” The twisting in Loki’s stomach worsens, and it has nothing to do with hunger. “Which means I can never return to Asgard, because he’s already there.”

Mobius’s forehead creases a bit as he nods. He looks almost sympathetic. “You don’t have a place there, no,” he agrees.

A heavy silence falls over them. Loki doesn’t need Mobius to spell it out any further. Loki, the Loki he is right now, will never see Thor again. Nor his mother, or even Odin … but mostly, not Thor. His brother is the worst kind of gone, because he’s not dead, nor lost. He exists on the sacred timeline, forever separated from Loki, and none the wiser to Loki’s absence. He’ll never know that Loki is gone, because the correct Loki is still right where he should be - rotting in Asgard’s dungeons, perhaps, but home all the same.

Rage wells up inside of him, swift and cutting. He pushes away from the table and jumps to his feet so abruptly that even Mobius startles, but before he can do anything, Loki has hurled the red mug against the wall and it shatters, tea and glass shards clattering to the floor. “It isn’t fair,” he snarls; he pushes his hands through his hair, yanking hard at the strands yet the sting of it barely even registers. "That's not fair."

“Loki -”

Loki barely hears him. He drops his hands and clenches his fists; the rage is pressing against his throat, desperate for escape. He wants to scream. He wants to hurl magic in every direction. He truly wants to burn this place to the ground - the TVA, the timekeepers, and every person within it who is complicit in taking away entire realities with hardly a thought spared to the variants left behind.

He’s breathing hard. The trouble is, all of that anger has nowhere to go. Loki cannot bring himself to explode the way he wants to - with neither his magic nor the ability to set fire to the timekeepers’ hearts here and now, the only other option he’s got is to throw things, and he’s hurled enough chairs for today.

Closing his eyes, Loki turns in a circle, grabbing the back of his chair. Instead of throwing it, he leans forward, pressing all of his weight against it because he isn’t sure he can hold himself up. The effort it takes to keep from screaming is leaving him light-headed. Not Thor. Please, please don’t take Thor from me.

“Loki,” Mobius says again. Loki draws in a breath and lets it out slowly, and then opens his eyes and looks up. Mobius is hovering over him, but somehow he’s less dominating than he’d been before. He seems almost concerned - either that, or just plain tired. “Look, I get it. I get that you’re upset, but -”

“How?” Loki demands. His voice is hardly more than a growl. “The timekeepers made you. You’ve never lost anyone. You’ve never known anything besides this … this nightmare.” Frustrated, he pushes away from the chair and gestures broadly at the room around them. “Don’t tell me you get it.”

Mobius sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re right,” he agrees, “I suppose I don’t get it. But I can’t change what you’ve lost, either. All I can do is -”

“I know,” Loki cuts him off, and now he is the one who feels just plain tired. Just as swiftly as the rage had crashed over him, it was now receding again, leaving Loki feeling drained and so, so exhausted. “All you can do is offer me opportunity.” Not salvation. Not anything useful.

Instead of replying, Mobius just puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “Why don’t we start fresh tomorrow,” he suggests. “Okay? ‘Cause I can also offer you your benefits package, if you’re interested. Involves a hot meal and a place to sleep.” His lips quirk a little. “No offense, but you look like you could use both, like, yesterday.”

Loki eyes the other man. Mobius’s features blur a bit, and he realizes it’s because his eyes have welled up. He rubs them and then sighs and nods, giving in because what else is he to do? This is what he has been reduced to - powerless, with nowhere else to go, his entire existence contingent upon getting in - and staying in - Mobius’s good graces.

He’ll start with a hot meal.

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[liibrii]

Chapter 2 of Stillness || Ch. 1 || yokai hunter!Suna x fem!Kitsune!reader || wc: 3.2k ||

Synopsis: When Suna gets himself into trouble you make a decision that will change your life, be it for better or for worse.

Warnings: violence, graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, mentions of death and corpses, characters get beat up, swearing.

a/n: in case you're unfamiliar with yokai here are some basic information. if you want to be tagged in future chapters let me know and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

You curse. Silently. You curse the dark clouds covering the sky, you curse yourself for oversleeping, but most of all you curse that damn Mr Witch for slipping from under your nose.

After an hour of running around the forest trying to find him you have to begrudgingly admit he's damn good at covering his tracks. Too bad you know the area like the insides of your pocket and once you catch the trail of his scent you know exactly where he's heading. You have to hurry.

You take a shortcut by the hot spring heading to where you know Mr Witch will come up the hill. You're right and just in time for him to turn the corner, out of breath from the long climb and hours of walking through the woods. You attack, but even caught off guard Suna manages to block you; a sling of his arm allows you to catch a glimpse of an exorcising charm scribbled on his palm beginning to glow. A trick so old it needs a cane to walk. One swipe over it and the ink smudges and it becomes useless. That is what you do but the ink doesn't smudge and the last thing you see is blinding white light.

Opening your eyes alone hurts. You blink trying to get rid of the blurriness. Are... are you dead? The hammering in your head is unbearable. You feel like throwing up. Very slowly you manage to pull yourself up, the trees around you spinning. You look yourself over. No visible wounds. You carefully touch your neck. Untouched. It doesn't seem Mr Witch did anything else than knock you out. Terror washes over you. He didn't kill you. Why? Isn't that why he's here? The hammering in your head makes you screw your eyes shut.

You don't know how long it takes you to get back on your feet and pull yourself together enough to start searching for him again. Whatever he did dulled your senses. Unfortunately for him you know exactly where he's heading.

The northern part of the forest is one you stay away from if possible. It's inhabitant is too quick to pick a fight for your liking, and no doubt the one Mr Witch is looking for. You should've noticed sooner. That damn man, he led you astray with his snooping, making you overlook the trap of daily routine and he took full advantage of it. Crashing sounds from the distance let you know you're close.

What moves between trees is a mountain of a creature, tall as the surrounding trees, red skinned and clad in loincloth made of pelts. A pair of horns grow from his head, hair wild and ruffled, swaying with his movements as he fights the one you're looking for.

You're too late and now Mr Witch will have to pay the price.

Unlike Suna the Red Oni takes immediate notice of you. “Young Inari servant!“ he shouts after launching Suna over the small forest clearing.

“I'm staying out of this." With your vision still occasionally going blurry and your knees shaking you couldn't stand up to the red demon even if you wanted to. Better take this opportunity to see the full extent of Mr Witch's abilities. Still bitter over Suna catching you off guard you make yourself comfortable on a rock standing on a safe distance, thinking a good beating is what he had coming anyway.

Mr Witch's eyes linger on you, distracting him enough for Red Oni to almost land a finishing blow. But Suna is fast, nimble on his feet. He keeps dodging Oni's attacks and casting spells before his opponent can recollect himself. But you see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His breathing is fast, shallow, you can almost hear his rapid heartbeat from across the forest clearing. His eyes keep jumping between you and the oni. Is he waiting for you to join in the fight? He's nervous. You grin.

Mr Witch is scared.

Your arrival has distracted him just enough for Red Oni to get the upper hand. Mr Witch fails to dodge a spell then Oni grabs him and starts throwing him around like a rag doll. You smell blood. Suna is thrown against a tree trunk and it takes a worryingly long time for him to get back up. He's trying to catch his breath, tripping over a tree root while dodging Oni's club. Suna doesn't get up anymore. Red Oni raises the club again, all three eyes fixed on the man at his feet-

“Aka-sama. That would be enough.“

Red Oni's club stops in the air. “Do not interfere young Inari servant!“

You jump from the rock to stroll closer to unmoving Suna. “He's barely conscious.“ A large gush on his forehead is bleeding profusely and if the uneven breathing is anything to go by at least one of his ribs must be broken.

Red Oni crouches and brings its enormous face closer to where you're checking on Suna's pulse, all of his three eyes fixed on his unmoving body. “Young flesh.“

“He's not for eating.“

“Not? What else is it good for? Once it's old flesh it's bad flesh.“

“That's a poignant observation and I'll keep it in mind Aka-sama but this one lost already. He won't bother you anymore. I'll make sure of it.“

Red Oni's club crashing into the ground causes a small earthquake. “A human dares appear. In my home! Challenge me! Me, the great Red Oni!“ No other wound hurts as much as the one inflicted on pride.

“Well sadly this human is part of the Inarizaki clan and I'd very much prefer to not get in trouble with them,“ you sourly reply.

“Let them come! Great Red Oni will crush them into dust!“

He could. You are sure most humans wouldn't stand the slightest chance against his power. But he is one. Clan's hunters are many.

You hoist Suna on your shoulders. Fuck, your head hurts so bad. He isn't nearly as heavy as you expected him to be but you still feel unsteady on your feet. Damn beanpole. You turn to leave but a club blocks your path. “Leave the human here young Inari servant.“

“Move.“

The club doesn't budge. Red Oni's eyes flare with fury and his thunderous voice shakes the surrounding trees. “You dare oppose? Me? Me the-“

“The great Red Oni, yes, yes I do.“ Suna weakly moans in pain. Barely noticeable magic prickles around him. Even drenched in blood he's still trying to fight. With a finger to his forehead and a simple spell you knock him out before turning your attention to the furious Red Oni.

You don't have the time for this. You don't have nearly enough strength for this. A debt hangs over your head and you'd like to repay it as soon as possible. Your tails spread like a fan, not a very impressive feat since you only have three, but the flames appearing on and around their ends make up for it. “Do not stay in my way.“

Red Oni stares back. You both know this is not a fight you can win. Not even if Suna wasn't dead weight on your back. He slings the club over his shoulder. “It's a dangerous path you're stepping on young Inari servant.“

“Don't worry, I have a map.“

“A map for this path does not exist.“

On the way towards the town you realise you can't sneak into Suna's house since there's nothing you can do to disguise the bloodied hunter in your arms. He just had to fight Red Oni in the middle of the day, didn't he? At the edge of the forest you consider leaving him there.

You set him down beside a tree. He doesn't respond when you pinch his cheek. The deep wound on his forehead is still oozing blood and it's metallic smell is starting to attract others. Perhaps it would be better if they got him before he causes more trouble. You should leave him. Your debt is repaid already. You owe him nothing anymore.

Were he only a lonesome hunter the decision would be easy. But he isn't. Oh no, he has his clan, he has people waiting for him, he has someone looking out for him. He has someone who will seek retribution should anything happen.

Dead Mr Witch is more trouble than living Mr Witch.

He slides and falls to the ground, his breathing shallow and barely hearable. You notice he's bleeding from a deep gash on his arm too.

With no other choice left you pick Suna up and head towards the temple. He's getting heavier with each step and the staircase leading towards the entrance proves to be a treacherous terrain.

When you finally reach your room, panting and sweat trickling down your forehead, you carefully lay him on your bedroll. Humans, so delicate. Red Oni didn't even hit him that hard. You grab a bucket of water and a cloth to wipe away the blood to check his wounds. The one on his forehead looks worse than it actually is. You fish up some bandages and patch him up to the best of your ability.

Koda and Chochin peek from behind the corner but keep their distance. You aren't sure if the the smell of blood or the hunter is scaring them more.

Suna stays asleep for the rest of the day. You sit beside him, weighing over your options. Right now he doesn't seem much of a threat. Leaving him alive is your best bet even if the uneasy feeling only grows stronger.

Once the night falls you take him back to his home. Just as you lay him on his bed a loud sound makes you jump. It's coming from Suna's pocket and you fish out a rectangle with a glowing screen that reads 'Miya'. Suna stirs and slowly turns his eyes to you. You drop the glowing screen and flee.

That night you walk around the forest bustling with uneasy rattling. Other yokai are worried. They wrongly believed Suna would only do some exorcising and soon leave as all previous hunters did. Instead he went after the most powerful yokai in the area. It seems he'll sooner have more than just you and the Red Oni on his list of enemies.

When you check up on him the following day he seems to be doing better already. He's slowly walking around, having to stop and lean on the wall every few steps. All things considered he could be doing worse. You leave some stolen medicine on his porch.

It's not long before you get a visitor and it's one sure to make your night worse. “Yaku,“ you say without a trace of friendliness and not even bothering to look up from teaching Koda how to form clay into a tiny cup.

“Your human is asking questions,“ purrs the nekomata.

“My human?“

“You saved its life, did you not? It's as good as yours now.“ You never liked the snide look in his eyes, but now especially it's coated with poison and something akin to malice.

Nekomatas never were very fond of you. It was your Grandfather who commanded respect of the other yokai. In their eyes you've always been only a baby fox trailing behind him. And after the Nishikawa incident... well, that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Trust me, if I could left him to die, I would have.“

“You could've easily done that. Truly unfortunate you have always wanted to protect others.“ Yeah. you've always looked out for your own kind. But why should the damn cat care? It wouldn't be the nekomatas dealing with the clan should it come seeking revenge. The one to get their hands dirty has always been you.

“I don't remember any complaints when I saved your ass all those years ago,“ you grumble, vividly remembering how much trouble that old hunter caused. It's always the old senile looking geezers that are the most troublesome.

“I am more than grateful for your help. Which is why I came all the way here to say goodbye.“

You close your eyes and slowly exhale. One by one till nobody else is left. “Not enough corpses around for you to feed on, eh? Where will you go?“

“You robbed us of an especially delicious one. We'll head to one of the big cities. One with a big fish market.“ He licks his whiskers then stretches and turns to leave. “Do take better care of yourself in the future Inari’s servant. Your human got visitors and they do not seem pleased. Farewell.“

Strange emptiness forms in your chest as nekomata leaves. One by one till only you will remain. Koda hugs your trembling fingers.

With the rising moon you leave the temple. It has been days since you checked on Suna and if what Yaku said is true, that others like him have arrived, then it's past time for you to snoop around. This time you take precautions to keep yourself hidden, disguising yourself as a sparrow and watching from far away. You doubt any of the yokai would risk their skin to help you should you stumble into trouble.

Two hunters are visiting Mr Witch, which is two more reasons for you to worry. One has golden hair and a smile that seems anything but sincere, the other is shorter, with dark, spiky hair. The mischievous gleam in his eyes makes you uneasy. Just like Suna they smell like hunters. But they feel different. All are winding rivers appearing calm on the surface, one hides rocks, others hide whirlpools that will pull you in their depths, drown you if you let your guard down.

They don't stay in town long, apparently only stopping by Mr Witch's house because they were passing by during their own mission. There isn't much you learn, except that Mr Witch likes seafood ramen. Only a day passes before they're on their way again though the weight on your mind remains.

The same day they leave Suna visits your temple. You hear him approach wile sitting at the top of the stairs, wondering if you should scrape away the moss. When you were still little, long before your second tail sprouted, long before you learned how to disguise yourself as a human, monks used to keep the stairs moss free. But Koda seems to really like it. Sitting on it he rattles contently.

Suna ascends the stairs slowly, often stopping to catch his breath. He's still pale, his face bruised. He should be resting, not bothering you.

He stops on the step below you. Does he enjoy looking down at you? “You saved my life.“

Not even a 'hello'? How rude. “Worry not, it won’t happen again. You seem to make enemies at every turn Mr Witch. You keep going like this you won't last long.“

“I can take care of myself.“

“Hm.“ Yeah, you’ve seen how he holds his own against yokai. Judging by him avoiding your eyes he’s aware that statement doesn’t carry much weight. “I guess running into the Red Oni was just an unfortunate slip up then. No doubt you’d be able to take him any other day Mr Witch. If you're here to thank me don't bother.“

“Thank you.“ 

Some gratefulness, insulting you to your face. “Why are you here? To pick a fight? You're not much of a threat, you know?“

Suna steps on the next step, throwing you a side glance. “I'm here to pay my respects to Inari. Not everything revolves around you Miss Kitsune.“  

To your annoyance Suna makes it a habit of visiting the temple every other day. He doesn't always speak to you, the previous day he only came around to leave offerings and get startled by Chochin. The possessed lantern laughed almost hysterically and so did you. Seeing Mr Witch jump brought you immense satisfaction.

Chochin has been with you for almost a century now. You recall in detail the day the lantern became conscious. One moment it was just a lantern, the next an eye appeared and the paper split into a wide grin. Your loyal companion. If only it could talk too.

You wake up in the late afternoon and brush your tails with the golden comb that a long time ago belonged to a noble travelling through your forest. Koda sits on your shoulder, enamoured with the sun rays reflecting on its surface. Promise of a quiet night is ruined by all too familiar footsteps.

Annoyed you watch Suna wash his hands by the basin and offer up mochi and a bouquet of flowers he must've picked on the hike through the forest. You've seen flowers just like these growing down where the path leading from the town splits in two. He looks a bit better, though the wound on his forehead is still surrounded by a nasty bruise.

When he approaches Koda slips in your pocket.

“Hello,“ he says, awkwardly, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets.

You don't even spare him a glance. “Do not waste my time Mr Witch. Get to the point.“ Oh how that calm, deadpan face tickles you the wrong way.

He clenches his jaw. “Listen Miss Kitsune, you don't particularly like me and I don't particularly like you either-“

“Rude.“

“- but I think we can learn from each other.“

You stop brushing your tail. Is he joking? “There isn't much for me to learn from someone like you."

“Oh really? So you don't want to know why you failed to stop this little charm?" he waves his palm with the black lines on it. It takes all your restraint to not throw the comb in his face, but his small smirk tells you that isn't something he'll let you forget. "It's a tattoo," he tells you. "There, do you believe I'm being serious now?" He doesn't wait for your answer and pulls out his phone. “Don't you want to learn how to use this? How to get unlimited access to entire human knowledge? Do you even know how to use a rice cooker? I doubt it. And riding trains-“

“Hey I know how to take a train! I do it all the time!“

“And let me guess you get busted for not having the right ticket all the time too? I can teach you how to use the ticket machine.“

“Or I could just make my own ticket.“ To prove your point you change the leaf on the ground into what on the first glance looks like a perfectly ordinary train ticket.

Suna sighs. “No one will be fooled by that. It's a sloppy fake.“

“Hey!“

“My point is, we can help each other out.“ He offers you his hand. “Truce?“

You eye him carefully. Suna isn't someone who fights with weapons that would leave callouses and rough dry patches behind. He uses magic. And magic in the hands of humans is dangerous. Life has taught you that much.

Against better judgement you take the hand he's offering.

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[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Theory About Steven, Pink-Steven And Their Mom

I was originally going to sign back on later after talking about well the other stuff I had posted and I wanted to wait to post the talk about the theory about Steven, Pink-Steven and Rose.

I first wanted to sign back in to edit one of the tags in the last post I had posted before I sign out, but then I decided to talk about the theory about Steven.

okay first of all we know the Crossover theory

about Sans and Steven being one and the same.

and Steven Quartz Universe spells out “Sans”

and it is possible that while one version of Steven never became Sans,

such as a version that lived in the Deltarune Timeline, and the Sans we see in that game might very well be a version of Steven that became Sans and is from the Undertale Genocide Timeline, that never had a neutral or pacifist run.

and Sans, his little brother and the rest of the survivors of that non-stop geno timeline had to escape into the Deltarune Timeline.

where there was another him, but the him that was born there was still Steven and never became a Sans.

anyway back to the theory about Steven, Pink-Steven and Rose.

even if it is said that Rose gave up her form to bring Steven into the world,

but what if that is only half true, we know that Pink-Steven

when he was reforming, he first appeared as Pink Diamond, Then Rose Quartz and lastly as Steven.

I believe that Pink-Steven might really be a Fragment from Rose,

when a soul is fragmented, it is likely to become a new being, one that isn’t 100% the same as their soul-parent.

we know that Rose has lied before, and she even kept what she did to Spinel a secret from the rest of the Crystal Gems.

I believe that Pink-Steven saying that she’s Gone, has more meaning than just her being “dead” and he might know what really happen to her.

in theory when Rose was still pregnant with Steven,

she secretly made another Pink Diamond that she put inside herself

and let it bond to Steven, then she fragmented a part of herself and place it in the New Pink Diamond that would be part of Steven.

then once again Rose fakes her death, and went to parts unknown.

maybe she could of escape to the Dark World in the Deltarune Timeline.

I do have another theory about the Dark World, that it might be the very place that Gaster was lost through Time and Space in.

we know that in the Chapter 1, when Susie and Kris got back there was no one at school and it was just them.

and Toriel calls when Kris is about to leave the school.

it is a theory, but it is possible when Kris and Susie entered that world...

their existence was forgotten, like at first they would be remembered,

and those who have been to the Dark World (or Dark Worlds) like them

will be able to be immune to the whole forgetting their existence.

so it is possible while Kris and Susie go back to Dark World,

and a hour passes when they are still there,

the only ones who will be able to remember them and freakout about everyone forgetting them....would be Noelle and Berdly.  

since those two had ended up in the Cyber-Dark World.

they might end up becoming immune to the effects the Dark World/Void.

if Berdly asks whats taking Susie and Kris so long,

I would imagine that everyone (but Noelle) would look at him like he was crazy and wondering who are Kris and Susie.

so yeah I believe that the Dark World, might be the Void.

and it has the ability to cause those outside it, to get amnesia of a person who enters that world....

the only way someone from the outside can remember, is if they been to that place before and were able to escape.

back to the talk about Steven, if Steven becomes Sans in one of the possible ways....either being resurrected or reincarnation.

the half that is Pink-Steven would still end up existing,

both halves being cleaved.

if Steven ended up having his age flux dangerously while he was in the middle of dying, then at his last moments he could of ended up becoming a baby.

and Gaster could of found the Baby Sans and ended up becoming his new dad.

or Steven could of been reborn as Gaster’s son, there can be different theories on how Steven becomes Sans.

but no matter the theories,

he would always end up becoming the big brother to Papyrus. 

if Steven did become a Baby again, and became Baby Sans.

his memories of his past with his Ex-Dad, Connie and the Crystal Gems.

might not resurface until a few years later, maybe not until after Papyrus was born.

I know not all fans will agree, but it is possible that Pink-Steven isn’t just a reincarnation of Pink/Rose, and might just be a fragment from her that she placed into a new pink diamond she created and had it bond to her human child, that she and Greg would either name Steven or Nora.

Pink-Steven yelling out that “She’s Gone” might have more meaning,

like he knew she didn’t “die” or just retreated into the gem she gave to Steven.

I believe the Pink Diamond that Steven has, is truly his and was possibly made by Rose and Pink-Steven was a creation of hers by taking a fragment of her consciousness light and placing the very small fragment into the newly created Pink Diamond.

if that were true, that would mean that Rose is still alive and hiding.

and she made her friends, Greg and her own Son believe she had truly gave up her physical form and she gave her life to bring Steven into the world.

only Pink-Steven, the other half of Steven would know this very big secret.

it’s okay that not all fans agree about this theory being possibly true.

and it’s alright that no one agrees about the dark world we see in Deltarune,

is really the void that makes others outside it, forget those who enter it.

but it would explain why no one was truly worried about Susie and Kris when they didn’t come back to class for hours.

and the only time they did show worry, was when they came back from the dark world and everyone remembered their existence.

it is possible that Susie, Kris and maybe some of the Darkners/Tulpa

have no idea that the Dark World makes those outside it forget a person’s existence and the only way to undo it is if they return.   

I’m gonna stick to my headcanon theory, that has to do with how before the Player/Red Soul ended up using Kris as a vessel.

the Knight had taken over Kris at some point, and would get them into trouble and even did some dangerous pranks, like with the ferris wheel.

the purpose we have in the game, is to free Kris from Knight and have them bond with others and form strong friendships.

but if we choose to go down the Geno Path, we end up becoming partners with Knight.

I had to watch clips from Chapter 2 to find out certain stuff that I missed when finally being able to play it myself.

I believe that the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, is not the same one we first meet in Chapter 1, and the real fluffy prince is in imprisoned and the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2 is trying to fool us into believing they are the one we befriended before.

I know a lot of fans might of wondered if Ralsei is hiding a dark secret.

and it turning out that he is the bad guy, but that might only be half true.

the Ralsei in Chapter 2 might turn out to be secretly a bad guy who is working for the Knight.

but as for the Ralsei in Chapter 1, he could turn out to truly care about Kris and knows that the Player/Red Soul was placed in them, in order to save them from Knight and to take away their control over Kris.

Knight might only get back control during a Geno Route in the Dark World,

and even during the Nighttime when Kris returns home.

it is possible while the Knight has control of Kris, they allow them to eat the Pie.

Kris might possibly have three souls in them, one belonging to them, the other being the Knight who was making their life miserable, and lastly the Player.

the Player can go down the Geno Route, but in doing so would be adding the misery to Kris, and they wouldn’t just have one soul that wasn’t theirs that is making their life a nightmare, but two instead.

we know that Steven was very confused about the thoughts if he was his Mom or not, and it turns out he isn’t her, but he could still have a fragment of her

that ended up becoming Pink-Steven.

no one has to agree about this theory being true, but I believe that Pink-Steven isn’t just a reincarnation of Rose but is really a fragment from her that Rose created, along with a new diamond.

Steven’s relationship with his mother, is already estranged and it can be possible he doesn’t view her as much of a hero to look up to as he did when he was a kid, same goes for how bad things got for him and Greg.

I’m sure that while some who watched that episode on Steven Universe Future,

where Greg showed Steven the House he grew up in, think Greg made the right choice by leaving......well I’m not sure if others feel that way but I’m just guessing.

but I believe Greg was slightly in the wrong, even if his parents tried to do their best, they could of still explained why he wasn’t allowed to have certain things.

I did mention before about the theory that one of Greg’s parents

might of had a sensitive hearing and couldn’t handle loud music,

and Greg kept having the volume up and even though one or both his parents told him to stop it and to keep it down, he ignored them and kept the volume up.

and there could of been a good reason why they gave him meatloaf,

even if too much of it might be possibly bad.

Greg might of had a habit of misbehaving, and that is why his parents had to be even more strict with him.

we know that Pink Diamond, before she became Rose and when she faked her death and poof and reformed, the Rose Quartz disguise was no longer a disguise and that form became her real form the moment she reformed after Pink Diamond was “shattered” and we know before all that happen,

Pink would always misbehave and Blue would have to place her in the tower.

while Pink could of had some unfair moments where she was punished for the wrong reasons, other times the punishments were fair and something she needed.

but it would of been best to just ground her in her room,

and only use the tower if necessary, like to block out her destructive powers. 

I believe the tower was made to block out Pink’s destructive powers.

Rose was both a good and bad person, but she could be a bit insensitive

and didn’t know how much Blue, Yellow and White loved her.

or how much Spinel loved her,

or how Pink Pearl aka “Lily” (Fanon) or Volleyball (Canon) loved her

and defended her actions when she ended up hurting them.

even Pearl was hurt by her, and she didn’t want to believe that she would hurt Lily, but then at some point in that episode where they tried to fix Lily,

Pearl had open her eyes to the damage that Rose (when she was Pink Diamond) had done.

after what happen with Steven, and even seeing that his problems had first started in the first series, Rose had caused him some emotional pain.

it doesn’t help that his family, Greg and the Crystal Gems are partly responsible.

even if they love him, they kinda half neglected his human needs.

even if they ended up taking care of most of his human needs....

Greg is at the most fault for not taking Steven to a doctor for his human half,

and Doctor Mahaswaren was in the right to be upset at Greg.

 she mentions the unhealthy and healthy stress and the trauma done to Steven’s body, and how he always feels attacked.

I don’t think Sadie, Lars, Connie or others who knew Greg, knew anything about how Steven was being raised might be actually hurting him.

there is something called balance, Steven could still do Gem stuff

but he should make sure to give himself a break and do more human stuff.

some who have been in the same or slightly different feelings that Steven goes through in Steven Universe Future, end up relating to Steven and understand the bad feelings aren’t so easy to get rid of and don’t just go away as fast as we want them to.

if you get a another depression after getting better from the first one,

it might end up becoming worse and might go through some stages

and it will take way longer to get better.

you could try to act like everything is fine, and even if there are people and the stuff that interest you that still makes you feel a bit happy, the bad feeling is still there and it can hurt.

not like the hurt you feel when you get a cut or if you end up with a bruise on your arm and depending how hard your arm got hit, the inside of the arm will feel a bit sore and you will have to use ice and when the bruise starts to change color means it is getting better.

the type of hurt that has nothing to do with those two, has to do with your very soul and emotions I think.

like a build up of too much negative energy that is only hurting you on the inside.

I know there was more than one things that were getting to me that day,

and because of a fight, it was the breaking point.

I didn’t like it when the words I was trying to explain before ended up being misinterpreted and I had to give up on trying to explain.

I learned that it is a bad idea for someone who had a few months of depression, to end up with another depression on another year that might be close to the one that they had the first one and had got better too.

it could end up becoming way worse.

plus it can hurt when you feel like your family don’t listen to you,

and might make you feel they don’t love you as much, even if they do love you, they might make you feel like they don’t when they can’t understand about certain concerns and you might feel heart broken at thoughts that you try to tell them but they wont listen or they try to tell you that isn’t true.

I mean I still love my family, but it feels like they don’t listen to me half the time.

I think it is possible when our family don’t listen when we needed it,

it can end up hurting us emotionally and it might cause us to not trust them with certain things anymore.

we can still trust them, but not like how we use to.

like with my whole Ficto-Aroaceflux and then going through a type of chrysalis stage that has my inner me trying to figure out if I’m more of a Gyno-Agender

or Feminine-Nonbinary.

and I know I can’t tell my family about me believing in a Goddess too.

I still believe in God and even Jesus, but now I believe in Goddess.

at first I started to go by Neo-Christian with the whole Ma-Acolyte

(which the “MA” stands for Mother of All Angels.)

but now I go by Neo-Spiritual.

and I can’t tell my Mom that I am a Asexual Flux type.

there are some Aces who can be Bi or Pan or Hetero.

the Asexuality should not be confused for the Asexual Reproduction.

just because they both use the word “Asexual” doesn’t mean they will be the same.

Steven not talking about his feelings or if he does, it doesn’t go into how bad it has gotten for him.

ended up with him having a really REALLY bad breaking point.

and it caused him to view himself as a Monster and ended up corrupting himself.

there are some things that we can share with family and friends,

but some things we keep to ourselves.

anyway I’m gonna go sign off now, I will sign back later or tomorrow.

I hope some of you agree about the theory about the Dark World really being the Void, and the whole Pink-Steven really being a fragment from Rose and the diamond that Steven has, is really a new diamond that Rose created so she could once again fake her death and go into hiding.

we know that Pink had the ability to create gems from dirt and made a very real looking pink diamond shards.

so it is logical to believe that she created a new pink diamond and place a fragment from herself, into it and made everyone believe she gave up her form when she had Steven.

if Sans and Pink-Steven became separate beings, but still being related...

and Sans still having traces of gem in soul.

Pink-Steven could end up meeting Sans again, and might decide to tell him the truth about their Mother, how she made both of them, and how the Diamond that everyone believed was Rose/Pink’s Gem was really a new pink diamond she created and made everyone believe she had died when giving up her form to bring Steven into the world.

we know that Rose had kept secrets before, this would just be another secret that fans would of had to figure out, I mean if it is true.

but it is still a theory, but it is a theory that I see as headcanon.

not everyone has to agree about it being true, not everyone has to agree on the same headcanon and that’s okay.

I’m going to go watch Steven Universe now,

and later I’m going to play Deltarune.   

see ya later and stay safe everyone.                                                                  

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Magic and Miracles - Prologue

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This is a multi-chapter fic I've been working on for the last couple of months as a part of the 2021 Sanders Sides Big Bang. The original idea came from this post by @remy-please-come-back [thanks again for letting me use the idea 💜].

Summary: Ever present, never seen. Feared and admired by all beings. The life that bursts from the earth, the secrets hidden in stone. It dances in the fire’s flames; it gives the wind its mournful tone. Here it is, this is it. Defined yet unexplained. In the depths of the ocean, and of your own mind. In the veins of all creatures, including humankind. For magic is in everything, yet unknown all the same.

For the longest time, Logan wanted to learn magic. So, when he was offered the chance to study it at a new magic school, he decided to follow his dreams. Along the way, however, he'll learn about so much more.

Warning/s: food mention.

Characters: Logan, Emile, Remy, OCs.

Read on AO3

0 | The Underdog's Debut

Ever present, never seen. Feared and admired by all beings.

The life that bursts from the earth, the secrets hidden in stone.

It dances in the fire’s flames; it gives the wind its mournful tone.

Here it is, this is it. Defined yet unexplained.

In the depths of the ocean, and of your own mind.

In the veins of all creatures, including humankind.

For magic is in everything, yet unknown all the same.

Perhaps this was why people found it so intriguing from such a young age. They wanted answers to what magic was, and while they didn’t find what they sought, they did learn how it could be used to their advantage. Spells were created to do anything that their caster’s heart desired. From creating a small orb of light for reading in the night to manipulating a tidal wave that could crash down on your enemies.

Magic was something not easily understood, which was one reason why the Council of Wizards evaluated all potential magic users. They wanted to gage that these young mages could safely use the power they were wielding. If not, then they needed to be properly dealt with before things got out of hand.

This was a good thing, but also not because to learn magic safely you would need someone else to teach you first-hand.

Now that doesn’t seem like much of an obstacle, except the only established wizards were of the nobility, and therefore only worked with nobility. The system was pretty much rigged to make it hopeless for average people to learn and use magic. Or it was until our protagonist came along.

He rose from poverty to royalty, became a hero among heroes, and faced off against one of the greatest threats to humankind that ever existed! But I’m getting ahead of myself -sorry- let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Oh, but where to begin? Ah! We’ll start from his first test with the Council of Wizards when he was only a young lad of 15. It was the beginning of spring, which is when the COW always held the learner’s test. This test evaluated your magical potential and gave the council a heads up on how many new mages there were. Yes, COW, don’t ask me why they went with that acronym.

The ceremony was being held in the grand hall of the palace, and it was open for anyone from the Srednas Kingdom to come and watch. The test itself was rather simple but the festivities that came with it made things feel like a special holiday. Nobility and common folk alike were gathered to watch and see what new wizards would be taking on learning magic. There was even a small market of sorts set outside the palace to take advantage of the crowds and sell foods, drinks, and commemorative merchandise.

Inside, people were everywhere, talking excitedly to one another and trying to find good places to view the proceedings. At the end of the room, there was a dais with two thrones where King Thomas and his husband, Prince Consort Nico, sat to watch. In front of the dais were nine chairs for the COW members, who talked with the royals and amongst themselves. Even they seemed eager for what was about to happen, and yet no one knew truly how monumental today was going to be.

The event had begun the same as any other year. Noble children from across the land showed off whatever three spells they’d learnt for the test. Most were common tricks like lighting candles or making plants grow. A handful showed off with advanced versions of these spells, such as holding the flames in their hands or making entire trees grow. Still, regardless of how many times these spells were cast, the crowd watched in awe with each new user who passed their test.

And then a young man in a simple navy tunic and black trousers stepped forward. He looked to be in his mid-teens, the same as most of the young mages and walked with an air of subtle confidence. He had a slender form and soft features that pronounced his youthful appearance. His hair was raven black, swept neatly to the side, and his eyes were such a dark brown that they seemed almost black.

“Please state your name and title.” Silvia, the eldest council member, said.

“My name is Logan Picani.”

“Title?”

“I don’t have any.”

Silence fell over the hall. “Pardon?”

“I don’t have any titles.”

“How do you not have any titles?”

“I’m not a noble.”

Some people audibly gasped and began whispering conspiratorially to one another.

“Young man, you do understand what this test is, correct?” Allen, another council member, asked with a thinly veiled look of disgust.

“Yes sir, I do. I also know for a fact that there are no rules against my taking the test because of being a commoner.”

Allen frowned and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Silvia. “I suppose not. Well then, let’s see what you can do.”

Logan took a deep breath and then held up his hand, “Ignyght.”

The tip of his little finger began to glow with golden light. The crowd watched on in silence as he carefully moved his hand to draw the necessary rune with the trail of light that flowed from his finger.

Once the rune was complete, he spoke again. “Solhart.”

The rune turned stark white and then disappeared. For a moment nothing happened, then a small white orb appeared where the rune had previously been floating. This earned a few excited claps from the crowd and an approving nod from two council members. But Logan didn’t stop there.

“Groh.” This time the light from his fingers was bright green. He made a different rune then repeated the sealing word, “Solhart.”

The orb multiplied until nearly fifty of them were floating in a cluster before Logan.

“Stahwynd.” A deep blue light flowed from Logan’s finger as he drew the final rune. “Solhart.”

The orbs burst apart from one another like birds flying off a tree in fear. Some people from the crowd shouted in shock as the balls of light zoomed off in all different directions until finally, they stopped. Now they were floating all around the room above the spectators who gasped as they realized what Logan had done. The hall’s ceiling was pitch black, so the lights looked like stars in the night sky. It was a breath-taking sight that inspired many to cheer and clap for the young mage.

“Alright, please settle down,” Silvia called over the noise before looking at Logan with a thoughtful expression. “Where did you learn this?”

“I taught myself.”

Silvia nodded then turned to talk with her fellow council members in hushed tones. Allen and two others seemed upset, while the rest of the council were neutral if not mildly impressed. After a few minutes, she looked back at Logan with a soft smile.

“Mr Picani, you are officially granted your learner’s license. I hope when we see you again in a few months time, you will once more surprise us all.”

The crowd cheered and Logan nodded before walking away with a look of pride. As he made his way through the crowd, he received congratulations from many strangers. And then he was tackled to the ground by an enthusiastic brown-haired girl.

“You did it! You did it! I knew you could do it!”

“Everleigh, my ribs.” Logan wheezed, causing the girl to release him.

“Oops, sorry. My bad. Is your chest okay?”

“It’s fine.” Both youths got up with smiles on their faces. “I did it.”

“Yep. In a couple of months, you’re going to be an official grand wizard.”

“Considering I just got my learners, I don’t think I’ll reach such a title that quickly.”

“You just created a night sky in the palace ballroom! I think you’re underestimating yourself.”

Logan smiled softly, “Come on, we should head back to the bakery to celebrate.”

Everleigh nodded in agreement and linked their arms so they could walk side by side. As they walked, Everleigh excitedly told Logan about how incredible it had looked from the crowd, and what kind of reactions the people around her had had.

Logan was uncharacteristically grinning by the time they’d reached the bakery. Walking inside only made his smile widen as the smell of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled his senses. It was after all the smell of home, so of course, it made him feel warm and welcomed. His father, Emile Picani, was standing by the counter helping an elderly customer when Logan and Everleigh walked in.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Oh, I should be the one thanking you, Mrs Goldstone. The brownie recipe you gave me has become a bestseller.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Have a nice day dear.”

“To you as well, ma’am. Oh, Logan, Everleigh, you’re back. And smiling,” Emile gasped, “did you get it?”

“He’s a wizard!” Everleigh dramatically announced.

“Not yet, I still need to finish the second test in a couple of months. I do have a learners’ license though.”

“Well, I think this calls for some celebratory tarts,” Emile said, ushering both youths into the back of the shop where the Picani’s sitting room/kitchen was located. “I’m proud of you logan. That hard work really paid off.”

“Speaking of hard work, you are going to take a break, right?” Everleigh asked.

Logan looked away from her sheepishly. “Well…”

“Come on, Lo. You’ve been working hard non-stop for months.”

“Yeah, kid, you work with me in the bakery all day, then study well into the night. And don’t think I haven’t seen you pull an all-nighter here and there.” Emile chastised.

It was true that Logan had worked long hard to get to where he was. it wasn’t exactly a simple task when books on magic were hard to find, and what knowledge they had was even harder to grasp. Figuring out pronunciation for the initiation/sealing words and learning to keep his hand steady as he drew the runes.

It had taken him many long nights of studying by candlelight to figure out the spells he’d performed. But with Everleigh’s library apprenticeship and his own persistent nature, he’d managed to learn a good deal about the basics. And now it was paying off. He officially had a learner’s license and would get a chance to become a genuine wizard.

Then he could use magic to help so many of the villagers who couldn’t afford the high-priced assistance of other magicians. Medicinal potions? Enchanted prosthetics? Transition spells? He would be able to give all this and more at prices his peers could afford.

Logan knew that what he was doing seemed near impossible, but he was going to do it or die trying! …okay, so maybe Emile and Everleigh were valid in their concern for his health, but this was his best and only way to study magic.

Before Logan could argue this, however, a stranger walked into the bakery. He was tall and slender, with a bronze tan and confident bearing. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a clean white tunic, black trousers, and dark brown riding boots. His short curly hair was the same dark brown shade as the boots, and his eyes were hidden by black tinted glasses.

“New customer, how do you how do?”

The stranger smiled. “Hey there, gorgeous. Sorry but I’m not a customer today. Is this where Logan Picani lives?”

“Yes, that’s my son.”

“Son? No offence honey but you look too young and handsome to be a dad.”

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” Logan asked, taking over the conversation for his blushing father.

“Ah, yeah, I’m here to offer you a very special opportunity on behalf of the crown prince.”

Logan and Emile gaped. “The crown prince?”

The stranger nodded. “My name is Remy Animosni, and on behalf of his highness, I’m here to extend an exclusive invitation to the Srednas Magic School.”

Logan frowned. “I wasn’t aware that there was a magic school here in Srednas.”

“Well, that’s because there wasn’t, not until now anyway. It’s something that the prince arranged to start this year with a few students to show how good it could be to the council. You particularly caught his interest today with your starry spellcasting, hence the personal invite. You would learn alongside six other students under me about everything there is to know concerning magic, from the full basics of spells to how you can modify your own enchantments.”

“That sounds incredible,” Emile said.

Remy nodded. “Yep, and not only that but you will be given your own room at the school and anything you may need or want during your stay will be provided by us, free of charge. The location of the school is just an hour out of town, so you could visit home on weekends if you desired. So how about it, kid?”

Logan was gobsmacked. The crown prince had not only seen him but was impressed enough to send an invitation to learn magic at a special new magic school.

“Wait, what do I have to do for the prince in return?”

“Absolutely nothing. The offer is completely free of any fees or deceptive dealings. I promise. The prince even sent this with me to make sure you could have physical proof if so desired.” Remy stated, producing a scroll from inside his jacket.

Emile and Logan both looked over the document and found no problems. It was a straightforward invitation for Logan to study magic at the prince’s new school, with promises to provide anything he could need while he was living at said school, and nothing more. The father and son shared a thoughtful glance. It was definitely an opportunity.

Emile smiled. “Do it.”

“Really? You think I should accept?”

“A chance like this only comes around once, and I can always hire someone if I need the help. Follow your dreams kiddo.” Emile said with an encouraging smile.

Logan bit his lip as he considered things. He really hadn’t thought today could get any better, then this happened. He was worried about leaving his dad, but Emile had told him to take this chance. And he was right about this being a once in a lifetime opportunity. Besides, Remy had said he could still visit the town on the weekends…

“Okay. I accept.”

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask. [Also, here's a link to chapter 1]

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

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