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[fizzytoo]

more fun before it’s time to go back home :(

[hexblooddruid]

Praise the Creators i finally got the DLCs to show up again for Origins

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book Five of..]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2.5 out of 5

Wow. This priest/stripper story is the best I’ve ever read. And that’s something I never thought I’d say lol.

The forbidden aspect between these two, and the angst and drama will definitely keep you coming back for more.

Amaya’s definitely had a hard life, all thanks to her jealous mother that abandons them. She ends up having to pay her mother’s debt to Parker… and let’s just say that you’re gonna wish a thousand bad things to happen to Parker and her mother. Serious bad things.

And then there’s Father Cade who’s not quite the normal priest. Seriously, his darkness is off the charts, but he’s someone you’ll be pulling for no matter what.

I did not see how this was going to have a happy ending, but leave it to Emily McIntire to figure it out. Though I was nervous about how this could possibly end on a good note, I couldn’t be happier about how all the loose ends were tied up.

* Damn. We kick off the book with Father Cade murdering someone. I like this man already 😂

* Amaya’s mom Chantelle is a total bitch for ditching the way she did. And the mom’s bf Parker would sell her? But since she dipped, Amaya has to take her place? wtf! I hope Cade kills him.

* Deh. Pissing contest between Father Cade and Parker. I love it. Put his little bitch ass where he belongs.

* Fuck. Parker raped Amaya? Oh hell no. Cade really does need to kill him.

* Damn. Father Cade is super horny for Amaya, but he thinks her a demon and it’s his job to snuff out demons 😬

* I fucking loathe Parker.

* Oh fuck. Sister Genevieve is Amaya’s mother, isn’t she? Bitch is hiding out as a nun.

* Wow. Chantelle (Amaya’s mom) and Florence (Parker’s side piece) are fucking cunts. They rather hate Amaya for his fixation on her rather than hate the man who’s stringing them along 🤦🏻‍♀️ And then Chantelle fled in the middle of the night? What a bitch. I hope Amaya finds her and makes her pay for all the shit she’s been put through.

* Father Cade sticking up for Quinten (Amaya’s little brother) makes me so happy. Now Cade just needs to get over the obsession of wanting to kill Amaya 😂

* “Leave it to me to finally have sexual attraction to a man who’s so off limits, he’s a one way ticket to hell.”

* Damn. Cade killed the guy who tried assaulting Amaya in the alley. That’s my priest! Lol.

* Wow. Father Cade finger fucked Amaya and then told her she’s worse than a whore. Why does that hurt me so much?

* Aw fuck. She went to Parker for help. This is going to end so badly.

* Damnnn. Father Cade is not impressed that Amaya is marrying Parker. KILL HIM!!!

* So Cade has finally realized he doesn’t wanna kill Amaya. Good. Now he’s gotta make her the perfect little catholic wife. Pft. Good luck with that.

* Oohhh. Cade is piecing together why Amaya is suddenly dating Parker. And that she went to him first, only for him to turn her away.

* Damn. He killed another man to give Amaya an alibi. That’s my guy right there lol.

* “You consume me, Amaya. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you. You think you’re obsessed, petite pécheresse? You don’t know the meaning of the word.”

* Oh shit. He fucked her. He finally did it. Now murder Parker and Amaya’s mom who I know is that fucking nun in the mountains.

* I fucking hate Parker with a passion.

* Fuck yes! She beat the fuck out of that jealous slut Florence! Possibly killed her too 😂

* Oh. Oh no. He’s taking her to the mountain. She’s gonna see her mom 👀

* AND NOW HE’S LEFT HER ALONE WITH THE “SISTER”. Fuck, dude, IT’S HER MOM!

* Oh no. He fucking assaulted and killed Amaya’s best friend 😔 He fucking has the little brother Quinten!

* Holy fuck. Cade really did a number on Parker 😬

* lol. Bye-bye, mother dearest. Knew she wasn’t gonna last long. Dumb bitch.

* Ahahahaha. He blackmailed Florence into pinning it all on Parker!

* Holy shit. He didn’t make Amaya sign a pre-nup so now everything is hers!

[grimcovesarchive]

❝   why   do   you   keep   doing   this   ?   treating   me   like   shit,   ignoring   me.   did   i   do   something   to   upset   you   ?!   ❞

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[songofdefiance]

okay so i got curious and looked on Google about this, found out that apparently the way i take off shirts is. really weird?

so I'm curious if the 'common' way is the way y'all actually do it or not

[grimcoves]

tag dump #5

[nerd-with-a-cause]

Rewatching Amaya scenes from Season 1 and do you know what the first word she signs is? Right in her introductory scene?

[Image description: Callum, Ezran, Bait, Gren and Amaya from The Dragon Prince. Amaya is kneeling in front of Callum and Ezran. Her hands are crossed over her chest.]

It's "love."

Gren translates this as "I'm so happy you're safe," which is a perfectly correct gloss, but a more literal translation would be something like, "I love that you're safe."

And I'm having so many emotions over the fact that the very first thing we as the audience see Amaya sign is "love" because that is such a big motivation for her. Love for her sister, love for Callum and Ezran, love for Janai. Underneath the sarcasm and anger and punching, it's all about love.

[s-4pphics]

click! finale (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a rep and black, parental trauma, self-worth issues, slight disordered eating, brief alcoholism and hypersexuality, heavy grief, pining but depressed

A/N: finally on break yaassss….. sequel? LOL 

The air around you is strangling. You haven’t left your room in two days. You’re not passing this semester. 

The room next to yours, however, is filled with life. Ellie’s back to blasting her music and banging on walls, but you have yet to cross paths. Not in class, not at home; You haven’t seen her. Pickle never hesitates to scratch at your door for hugs. And kisses. She’s brought you so much comfort, even in times where you feel like you’re undeserving. 

Christmas is around the corner, and you’re alone. Amaya never shied away from taking you home for her breaks, but she’s gone. She hasn’t called in a while; You hope she’s doing okay. 

So, you seek escape in a different way and do what you haven’t in a long time. 

Tears flood your vision, your thumb hovering over a number you haven’t touched in ages. Your hands won’t stop trembling. You’re going to regret this. Your heart's already breaking into pieces at the heart and cloud emojis of the contact. 

Soft paws knead your thighs and you kiss kit-kat’s tiny head as she nuzzles your chin. You’re trying to keep your sobs to a minimum, but they’re tearing your throat to shreds.

Your thumb comes down on the contact and the line rings. And rings… and rings until the dial tone sounds. 

“At the tone, please record your message. When you are finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options.”

You knew no one would answer. No one ever answers, but still, you listen for her voice. The steadiness of her breathing. You take a shaky breath, “Hi, mom.” Mindless sentences pour out of you like a waterfall. You just sit there and allow Pickle to playfully bite your finger. 

“I, uh… I’m not…” Another sob, “I’m not doing well.” 

You would never say that if she were here. You always masked your true feelings for her sake; She never needed any additional stress. 

Void images of your father reoccur in your memory, “I think there’s something wrong with me… I don’t think I’m a g-good person.” A barbed tongue affectionately licks at your finger, and you try to smile. 

“I… We found a kitty in the snow,” You whisper, “She's the cutest thing ever.” Pickle looks up like she knows what you’re saying, and you weep at her delicate eyes. 

“It was the weirdest thing…” You huff wetly, “It felt like you put her there to stop me from making a mistake.” More tears flood your shut eyes. 

“I just miss you…” Your palm digs into your eye, “and I wish you w-were here. I’m not…” Pickle climbs to rest in your lap; You always did that with your mom for comfort. Another loud sob. 

“I lov— “

You jolt at the loud dial tone, and the line ends. You drop your phone on your blanket and search around your room, the portrait of your mother standing tall on your desk. You need to make another one for her birthday. 

Your eyes travel over your space, and for the first time, you don’t feel comfort. Your mind is racing with thoughts that expose your truth; They’re vile and dirty and they make you feel like scum. A disease walking. 

The dark nights are restless and the days are silent, halls only filled with soft purrs and pattering paws. 

Your home no longer holds the joy that it once did when Amaya was here. Excitement used to burst through you whenever she prepped your movie nights after work, the living room filled with laughter and corny love lines that made your stomach secretly twist with warmth. 

You’re not happy anymore. Anxiety brews in you whenever you walk into the kitchen, the living room, go to feed and snuggle Pickle. It’s fucking miserable in here, and as difficult as it was for you to admit, it’s all your fault. 

It’s almost finals week, and you’re nowhere near prepared. You can’t focus on anything except the treacherous silence of your space. It’s almost like Ellie’s already gone. 

You should be anticipating her departure, antsy to have your space to yourself again, but your chest aches. This past month was anything but smooth, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. For some reason. Maybe it’s because you got to live your main character moment, even if it was just for a few hours.  

Ellie, as much as you hate to admit it, deserves better. Just like how you deserve to spend your life alone, trapped and secluded with your own thoughts. She should want better for herself; Nothing is worse than being in your presence; Maybe that’s why you have no one. 

You desperately want to do better for yourself, but you’re tired. Your mother would be so disappointed in you. You retire from wallowing and climb under the covers, Pickle clutched tightly to your chest. You hope she doesn’t mind the tears from your tee.  

The portfolio is finished. Ellie can’t stop staring at the booklet enclosed in leather on her desk. 

The online submission process was infuriating, mainly due to her laptop dying during the portfolio render, but it’s done. Her ticket into a life-changing position is no longer hers to judge; It can only go up from here. 

All she needs is that phone call from the recruiting manager and it’s over. She’ll be in the city in no time. She’s excited and jittery; Every buzz from her phone is met with clenched hands and a sweaty forehead. Her disappointment heals when she sees her father’s classic thumbs up emojis surrounded by black and red hearts; Even from miles away, he knows when she needs support. 

Ellie lays her forehead on the leather, sighing in relief for what seems like the billionth time. It’s a surreal feeling, relishing in accomplishments. She's never done it, mainly because her mother never wanted to acknowledge happenings she wasn’t the center of. Hearing congratulations is still a mindfuck years later. 

… Your photos looked stunning. You’re made for this, even if you don’t believe it. 

Ellie will never admit how much energy she put into editing those pictures, specifically the ones you’re in. She spent hours recoloring, scaling, sharpening those photos, and they turned out incredible. Probably some

of the best shots she’s ever taken, and you’re in the center. And your eyes… There’s so much light in those hazel specks. 

Another mindfuck. 

Whenever Ellie comes home, she checks the small space between the floor and door of your bedroom to see if you’re awake. If you’re alive. The relief she feels when she sees a lamp light or shadow eases the tension in her shoulders. 

She never knocks, though. Never. 

So why are you? 

Ellie’s back instantly straightens at the soft pats on her door, heart pounding in her ears. You never knock. 

She’s embarrassed at how fast she stands, chair nearly falling over as she flies to pull her door open. 

She’s met with you; She hopes you can’t hear the shatters from her chest at the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your hair is matted and the brunette river in your eyes are surrounded by redness

“Sorry, I—“ Your voice cracks like you haven’t spoken in ages, “She was lying there and I felt bad. She missed you, I think.” She’s never heard you sound so tedious. You’re always the loudest, goofiest person in the room. Ellie’s brows furrow before following your line of vision. Pickle’s sleep in front of her door, curled like a cinnamon roll. Ellie sighs as picks her up as fluidly

as she can, trying her best not to wake her. 

“You’re gonna have to take her when you leave.” 

Devastation sets in your tone as you stare at the little fur ball, “Why?” She asks. 

“My dad’s allergic.” You whisper.

Ellie peers down when Pickle stirs, “Is… is he visiting?” She asks, just as quietly. 

Your head shakes, “I’m going home.” 

Ellie does an impeccable job of hiding her shock. So many questions race in her mind: going home? Where’s home for you? Is it permanent? Are you moving out? When? Are you and your dad close? 

You’re turning away back into your room, but Ellie blurts out before you can shut the door. “I finished my portfolio! It’s… it’s done. I turned it in.” 

You turn, and your eyes are watery. Your smile is tiny, but genuine. “Congratulations,” you’re so quiet and your voice shakes. Ellie’s mind whirls, “They’re gonna love it.” You take one last look at Pickle, and your bottom lip wobbles. You shut and lock the door before Ellie can say thank you for helping me. 

Ellie’s eyes lock onto the floor, watching your lamp turn off, ears honing in on the shuffling of blankets. She swiftly scurries inside her space when she hears crying. 

Her chest concaves at the sobs echoing through the dark, silent halls. Through the thin wall as she sets the kitty on her favorite pillow to sleep on. She paces around her room and yanks at her pinky. How she wishes to be a fly on the wall; She wants to knock on your door so badly, but she doesn’t know what to say. How to comfort. She's always relied on her father for that. 

So, she just listens with regret and makes her final decision.

If you move from this counter, you’ll faceplant into hardwood. You don’t like the blaringly loud song coming from above, so you down another seltzer. It’s distracting enough. 

You feel yourself leaning forward, so you force yourself back up, practically flung over the counter. You’re never drinking again, you promise yourself. How many times has that one been broken? You don’t remember. You miss Ellie. 

You’re going to fall again, but this time, you’re supported. And not by the counter. You instantly relax at the familiar scent. 

Abby’s mumbling something about something, but it sounds like gibberish. You throw your arms around her neck, inhaling deeply; You miss Ellie terribly. 

We gotta get you outta here. You frown; You don’t want to leave! The party just started! 

Her strong arms wrap around your waist to maneuver you. You’re not sure where she's taking you, but you don’t fight. You simply allow her to snatch your heels off and carry you into the piercing-sharp cold. Just allow her to drag you to safety. You wish it was Ellie. 

The world around you moves in a blur; The pace is making you dizzy. You don’t want to vomit in Abby’s car. When did she get a car? 

“Abby…” 

“Yeah, hun? You good?” She sounds so far away. Your mumbles are incoherent. She's so confused, so she asks you to repeat it. 

You face her from the passenger seat with a sultry grin. You miss Ellie, “I missed you.” Your words are garbled and your hands are as loose as your tongue, shakily landing on her muscular thigh, massaging the skin. 

Abby tenses with a sigh, planting a gentle hand on your traveling one. Her grip tightens when you try to move. “Did you really?” 

That's your green light. Your smile grows as you clumsily unbuckle your seatbelt, “Stop… stop the car.” 

Abby’s foot plants on the break, and you jerk forward. Like the night you found Pickle. Like when Ellie… 

“What’s the matter?” 

I miss my roommate. “I’m horny.” 

Your friend scoffs and shakes her head. Either you’re too drunk or she’s disappointed… Not the reaction you were seeking. Your smile tries to fade, but you force the corners of your mouth back up. 

“No, you’re not.” She snaps, and it takes you a second to catch it. Abby’s upset again. What the fuck did you do this time? Your facade finally falters. Now you’re irritated. 

“How’re y… how’re you gonna tell me what the fuck I am?” You sound like a fucking idiot, but your rage ignites your slurs, “If you don’t want me, why’re you here!” 

“Because you fucking called and I’m your friend! I didn’t wanna leave you by yours— “

“You should’ve!” Your shriek is piercing; You’re shocked the windows didn’t shatter and slice you both. 

“That’s how you fucking feel? Really?” 

You try to swallow tears, but they flow. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue; Thank you for coming to get me. I’m sorry for being awful. Don’t leave me by myself. 

But none of them escaped. They sit and rot in your throat. You’ve never seen Abby so… 

And she doesn’t let up, “Now you wanna cry? Are you serious?” There’s fire in her eyes; It burns in a way you’re not used to, especially not her, “This victim shit is getting very old— “

“I don’t care!” 

“I don’t fucking care, either! If you wanna keep getting used like a piece of meat by random bitches, then do that! Leave me the fuck out of it!” Abby slams her hand down on the armrest, and the car doors unlock, “Matter of fact, get the fuck out!” 

“Fuck you!” 

“Fuck YOU! Get out! Get the fuck out!” 

Curses and heated exclamations leave the two of you until you wobbly exit the vehicle, slamming the door as hard as your brain would allow. The wind blows like tacks, stabbing through the skin of your bare arms and chest. Abby zooms off, and you scream. 

You dig in your pocket for your phone, ineptly dialing Ellie’s number. It’s fucking one in the morning

“… Hello?” She was asleep. Your heart eases at the steadiness of her tone. 

You’re shivering, “… E—Ellie?” 

“Hm?” 

“I’m… I’m really cold and I don’t,” sob, “I dunno where I am— “

“What do you mean?” She asks abruptly, alert. Your heart flutters. 

You whimper, “I’m lost, I don’t… I’m a bad person— “

“Send me your location. Where’re your keys?” 

“I— I don’t remember— “

“Are you drunk right now?” 

“Yes,” You mumble meekly. This is so fucking embarrassing. 

Ellie sighs heavily, “Just… Is there somewhere you can wait until I get there?” 

You search through tears, finding mostly dark retail stores and restaurants across the street… Except Jack in the Box! The munchies hotspot never fails you. 

“There’s a Jack in the Crack over there.” You point like she can see you. She snickers softly. 

“Go, then. I’ll be there soon, okay?” 

“Wait! Don’t… don’t hang up, please, I’m scared— “

“I wasn’t going to.” 

You closely listen to the shuffling on the other line as you wobbly trek across the street. You sharply inhale at every slip and stumble on your journey, almost sobbing through every confirmation to Ellie’s small are you okay? 

You finally make it inside and thank God that it’s warm. You take a seat and sigh at the familiar jingle of keys. 

“You in there?” 

“Mhm.” 

“I’m coming, send me where you are.” 

“K.” 

It takes you longer than it should’ve to get her the location thanks to the Casa in your system, but she’s on the way… You really want curly fries. Fuck. 

You hate how your thoughts wander, self-loathing at the forefront of your lobe. You take after your father more than you thought: a filthy, lying train wreck. You’ve ruined every glimmer of hope, of positive influence around you, and you’re forced to bathe in the treachery you’ve created all over again. 

“Hey.” 

You leap out of your seat at Ellie’s raspy tone, seeing your hoodie draped over her forearm and keys dangling in her hand. Your tummy growls when you wave. Ellie’s gaze softens. “Hungry?” She hands you the hoodie for you to throw on. You nod. 

“What do you wanna eat?” 

“… Fries,” you croak, “Curly, please.” 

Ellie nods and waddles to the service counter. You watch her backside under her puffer as she pays and collects a small baggie and water before nodding towards the car. You follow close behind her in silence, munching on your snack. 

The ride back home is silent, but for once, the air isn’t deadly. You’re eased back from your breakdown, and it’s definitely not due to the forest in your roommate’s vision. 

You enter your warm apartment and get greeted with soft purrs, Kit-Kat skipping over to rub against your leg. It’s almost enough to make you break down all over again; You can’t believe you have to say goodbye to her next week. 

You kick your sneakers off and squat down to her level, “I love you so much, baby girl. Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper and pet her head, all the way down to her tail. She meows like she loves you. Ellie shuts the door and watches you silently. You turn to face her. For the first time, she doesn't fidget at your inspection.

Her eyes are much glossier and she’s picking at the skin on her pinky. She wants to say something. 

“You okay?” You murmur, and Ellie nods. You don’t believe her. Her eyes are downcast. Why does she look so nervous? 

The silence is killing you, so you speak. 

“Ellie, I’m… I’m sorry for everything,” You stand and ramble. “I’m the worst roommate imaginable and I-I’m terrible and impulsive and I fucking suck, but I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” 

I also kinda like you. 

Not even your word vomit lets that slip. So, you apologize, sloppily and snot-filled. Tears drip down your face in waterfalls, “I’m— I don't wanna go... and I don’t want you to go…”

Ellie’s timid facade breaks, only slightly, eyes closing gently as she listens. “I know I don’t deserve t-to ask that and it’s not… I wasn’t apart of your plan— “

“You’re drunk.” 

You’re plummeting into the void all over again, succumbing to a familiar, oddly comforting darkness. 

“H-Huh?” 

Ellie’s as firm as a tree, unmoving. Strong. Still. You’re transported back to your first conversation and how intimidated she made you feel. “You’re drunk… and I leave in the morning. I got the job.” 

Drowning. That’s what this feels like. Strangely proud. Oddly suffocating. You’re underwater, but refuse to resurface. “I-In the morning?” 

Her head jerks. “I, uh. I got rent covered. Sorry for the late notice.” She shoves her hands in her pocket. You shake your head, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “It’s okay.” You whisper. “Where’re you gonna go?” 

“My dad’s. He’s a few hours out. The truck comes tomorrow.” 

Your head bobs in acknowledgement, “H-How was the stats final?” She pauses; Her eyes sadden, tilting like an unwatered rose. “You’ll do fine.” She whispers. 

“Promise to take care of my daughter?” You blurt between sniffles, already moving down the hall, ignoring the loud shattering in your heart when you peep all her boxes in the now vacant room beside yours. 

Ellie mumbles your name but you’re sick of ugly crying in front of people. “Good luck with everything.” You mutter with hot feet.

And with the last click of your bedroom lock, you shut out the vine who entangled your heart for the last time. You give into the feelings of loss, the emotions that come with failure, and release them into your hands. 

What could’ve been, your brain hollers while your heart wails. What could’ve been if you weren’t you. 

You don’t remember waking up, but you’re in pain. Physically, mentally; You're hurting. The intensity of it somehow gets worse at the sound of Ellie dragging boxes out of her — the room. 

You just cry. There’s nothing to do but cry. Your phone has been ringing all morning, but you don’t have strength to reach for it. You relish in the deserving pain of your hangover. Tequila hasn’t done shit for you. 

Hours pass, and your home is silent. Ellie’s gone. Pickle’s gone. Amaya’s gone. Abby’s gone. Your mother’s gone. You take their departures as signs. It’s probably time for you to go, too. 

Your shower is incredibly long. You wash and wash and re-wash, wanting the feelings of cleanliness to cascade down your skin, but it never comes. You tearfully accept your lecherous nature and every vile entity attached to it. You’re a vessel for heartbreak and villainy. Forever your worst enemy. You look in the mirror for the first time in days. Just for a second. You can’t stand to see yourself for longer than that, your naked form a reminder of every violation you’ve had to endure since you were fifteen. 

Ellie isn't thinking twice about you, and yet, she terrorizes your mind, trying to convince yourself that your time together wasn’t all bad. You’ll never forget the color she brought to you. Her seed is forever planted and growing in your heart, her roots forcing their way into your system, intertwining with your rough, cracked bones, enclosing around your lungs with each breath. 

Too bad you impacted her in the worst way. You couldn’t even manage to give her a sober apology before she left. It’s hard to accept the fact that you’ll never see her again, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. 

Once again, you’re too late. 

The short lap around your living room crushes your spirit. Somehow, all of your memories are shrouded in emptiness. All the proof of Ellie’s residency is gone… Except the indent of her body on the couch. She always loved sleeping there.

One last heavy exhale. That’s all you can manage before you grab your coat and beanie and exit, locking the door behind you. You keep your head down on the way to the parking garage, hopping into the driver’s seat. The ride to the academic advisory office is silent and swift; It matches the finality of your meeting. 

Tears glaze your eyes when you ask your counselor, “What’s… What’s the first step of withdrawing? Like, from school.” 

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CHRISTMAS EVE 

Your fork picks at the pasta noodles on your barely touched plate. The wine is delicious. 

“Honey, are you…” Your dad says softly before sighing, “How’s the meal?” You blink up at him, focusing on the crinkles in his eyes. He seems youthful somehow. Healing looks good on him. 

You gulp down more maroon, “… It’s great. Thank you.” You mutter. You’re not used to talking to him; You’re glad the feelings are mutual. He only nods, head downcast onto his plate. At least he’s eaten. 

He sets his fork down on his plate and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “I hope you like your gift.” He says before standing to place the dish in the sink.

A dark smile spreads behind your glass. 

“Never thought you’d buy me anything.” You snicker sarcastically. “Don’t start.” His voice slices through the kitchen. You hold back your flinch. You’re not ten anymore. 

You shrug, shoulders heavy, “Just saying.” A glass shatters in the sink, and he curses and storms off, the bedroom door nearly swinging off the hinges with a slam. Your smile grows at the booming echo. Like father, like daughter you suppose. 

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DECEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH 

“Are you ready, kiddo?” 

Ellie’s heart is pounding through her chest as she stares out the window. She can’t believe her father hasn’t commented on the bursting organ. “No.” She whispers, adjusting the camera strapped around her neck. She's fighting not to bite her nails; Her dad hates that. 

He chuckles softly, “Yes, you are.” 

No, she’s not. 

The photography studio is fucking huge and surrounded by tall windows that display suited individuals laughing, conversing, perfecting their lenses. She can see the bright specks of neon color on the white floors, white walls, white couches. It’s so much brighter than she ever imagined.

The colors are reminiscent of you. Vivid. Captivating. Beaming like your smile. There are flashes coming from all directions inside the studio and it’s making her shake in the passenger seat. A strong hand plants on her blazer, giving an encouraging squeeze. “Look at me.” 

Ellie’s head turns, eyes locking with her dad’s. 

“I love you. You got this.” He says with confidence. Ellie nods in agreement, but he doesn’t accept it. “Say it.” 

“I got this.” Not as confident. A lot quieter, but getting there. 

“Eh?” Her dad leans in closer, ear pointed at her. She giggles and repeats herself. A little louder. He decides that it’s good enough, pulling her close over the center console. Ellie inhales as deeply as she can, right in the crook of his neck. He plants one last kiss on her cheek before releasing her. She grabs her bag from the floor and pushes the door open, looking over her shoulder one last time. “I love you.” She whispers. He bops her nose with the most delicate grin. Pride is radiating off him, and it warms her from the cold outside. 

Ellie departs with one last wave, shutting the door and skipping onto the sidewalk, walking right up to the front door of the studio. A final peek at her dad; He sends her two thumbs up. She smiles. 

Breathe in, one… two… three… 

When the door pushes open, she's greeted with wide grins and warm hugs. It feels like home already.

Finally... Finally.

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Arc two has been kinda hilarious for Amaya’s relationship to her nephews because it’s literally “they’re my heart and soul blood of my blood I will cross countries and I will kill anything that even thinks of harming them. am I inviting them to my wedding? ehhh” like Amaya is suddenly queen of being that one aunt that loves you dearly and will give the shovel talk to anyone who looks romance at you for even a second but you have absolutely zero clue what she does in her free time or personal life because she spends every moment of family meets telling you how much you’ve grown and not even mentioning that her wife proposed to her last week and this week her brother in law tried to assassinate her wife to be and next week they’re having an elaborate royal wedding

[theredhairedmonkey]

Following up on the parallels between Viren and Claudia, here are some parallels between Callum and Amaya,

In short, it is not just about the punching, I am sorry to report lol.

In fact, it gets to the crux of the issue Callum is facing. Callum is very much like his aunt ("jump headfirst into danger"), but the issue is that while this is an act of bravery for a warrior like Amaya, for a mage it's an act of sheer recklessness that puts him in risky situations where he is more likely to use dark magic.

You see, as a primal mage, Callum can't be rushing in like he does in 2x07 or in 5x08. He has to be more patient and careful. The issue is that Callum isn't that kind of person. That's the occupational hazard that is unique to him, the kind that puts him in situations where he is more likely to cross a line.

His issue isn't being too different from his aunt, but being too similar.

[wholoveseggs]

Luv my birthday is on the 24th of this month I was wondering if you could make something for Elijah as a birthday special. 🥰

What did you wish for?

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♡♡ Happy Birthday Amaya ♡♡

On your birthday, Elijah and Rebekah find themselves at odds when it comes to organizing the party.

2k words - Warnings: pure fluff & a little smut.

Rebekah was at her best when she was party planning; there was something about it that lit a spark in her. She was absolutely in her element. From the food to the décor, and especially the guests, she wanted everything to be perfect. This party was special; it was the first birthday of yours she was able to be a part of, and she was beyond excited. Rebekah was going to make sure it was nothing short of spectacular.

The only problem was there was another person who wanted to plan it as well: Elijah. In the thousand years they spent as brother and sister, they rarely clashed, and even then, the issue was resolved with ease. So the fact that she was currently at odds with him regarding your birthday celebration was completely baffling. She loved him dearly; she was proud to call him her big brother, but right now, she was seriously contemplating daggering him, just for a day or two.

"We need to discuss wine options," he said, entering the room, a stack of papers in his hand. "Perhaps we should have a selection of reds and whites?"

"You're joking, right?" She rolled her eyes, turning back to her work. "I already took care of the drinks. I thought we discussed this; we agreed to let me handle the menu, remember?"

"No, I don't think we did," he sat down across from her. "I recall telling you I would handle the beverages and you, the guests"

"I've already ordered it! If we change anything now, everything will be ruined."

"I see," he crossed his legs, resting his hands atop them. "Perhaps I should make a list of the other decisions you made without my consent. We could start with the decorations, which are hideous, by the way."

She scoffed. "What's wrong with them? They're perfect."

"Perfectly atrocious," he countered.

You were trying your best to stay out of it, knowing it was unwise to come between two originals in a fight, even if you were the subject of it. But the more they argued, the more worried you became. They had been at it for days now, and it didn't seem to be slowing down. It was almost amusing how petty the argument was.

They were both trying to do something nice for you, and it was touching, to know they cared so much. But the more time they wasted arguing, the less time they would have to finish their preparations. And if things didn't get resolved soon, there wouldn't be a party. And that would be a tragedy. You were so looking forward to celebrating your birthday with the two of them.

"Elijah, I'm sorry, but if you don't stop insulting the decorations, I'm going to throw you into a wall. I've worked really hard on these, and I won't have you tearing them down," Rebekah scoffed.

"Fine," he shrugged. "If you want the party to look like a gaudy mess, that's up to you."

"Will you two please stop!" you cut in, unable to take any more. You walked over to Elijah, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled softly, kissing you lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you," Rebekah grumbled. "I'm not used to being outshone." She smiled sweetly. "I just want to do something special for my best friend, is that so bad?" she asked him.

Elijah looked up at you, placing his hand over yours, "everything is fine my love, my sister and I will come to an agreement. Isn't that right, Rebekah?" He turned to her.

"We will?" She asked, her tone dripping with annoyance.

"We will," he shot back.

"Okay," you shook your head. "Well, thank you both, for putting this together."

"Don't worry about it, darling. Go get ready for the evening," he responded, pulling back. "Rebekah and I will handle the rest."

You headed off, leaving the siblings to their squabble, praying it would be settled before the party. You'd never been to an original family function, let alone one in your honor, and while the thought was a little terrifying, you were excited.

It had taken most of the afternoon, but Rebekah and Elijah had managed to pull it off. The house looked beautiful, a myriad of colors, and scents wafted through the air.

Elijah had insisted on adding extra lights to all the ivy draped along the walls and ceilings. Rebekah had picked out some incredible food and drinks, long banquet tables filled with dishes from all around the world. She'd even managed to procure a few bottles of wine that Elijah had insisted on.

All in all, it was perfect; you were in awe. As you wandered the halls, admiring the decor and chatting with the guests, a feeling of peace and happiness washed over you.

This was what family was supposed to be. People who cared about you and would go out of their way to do something nice for you, even if they didn't always see eye to eye.

Rebekah came by, fiddling with your outfit and hair, making sure everything was just so.

"Rebekah, really, everything looks wonderful," you insisted, watching as she straightened your dress, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you," she said, giving you a warm smile. "But, it's not done yet."

"Oh?"

"Come," she grabbed your hand, leading you into the ballroom, where a huge cake stood in the middle. It was covered in delicate icing flowers and dozens of lit candles.

"Happy Birthday!" Elijah shouted, standing next to the cake.

You couldn't believe they had done all of this, and so quickly. You'd never had a proper birthday party before, and here they were, throwing you one, without even being asked. It was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

"Make a wish!" Rebekah exclaimed, motioning towards the cake.

You closed your eyes, blowing out the candles, the smell of smoke filling the air. Elijah wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Happy Birthday, love," he whispered, pulling you close. "What did you wish for?"

"Something I already have," you replied, gazing into his eyes.

He gave you a knowing smile, his dark eyes sparkling. "What's that?"

You turned, looking around the room, seeing the smiling faces of the people you loved most. The people who would go to the ends of the Earth for you, who had become your family.

"My family," you grinned, looking up at him. "And I couldn't be happier."

He kissed the top of your head, holding you close, as the others came over, wishing you a happy birthday.

After having your fill of all the delicious food and desserts, Elijah led you to the dance floor, taking you in his arms and swaying gently to the music.

"This has been the best birthday ever," you sighed, leaning into him.

"I think it would have been better if Rebekah hadn't gone with the garish decorations," he replied, his eyes drifting around the room, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Elija-," you were cut off by a soft kiss, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm kidding, love," he said, pulling away. He wasn't.

You chuckled, shaking your head, and looking out across the room.

The party had been going on for a few hours, and you could tell everyone was starting to wind down. You spotted Rebekah chatting with Marcel, their heads close together as they laughed.

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you, as you watched the people you cared about the most, enjoying themselves. You never would have imagined your birthday could have turned out this way, and the fact that it did, made your heart swell.

"Come," Elijah said, his arm wrapping around your waist, as he led you out of the room. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Yes, but we need to go somewhere private for this one," he replied, his voice lowering.

"Ok," you said, a feeling of excitement washing over you.

He led you up the stairs, stopping outside of his room, and opening the door, gesturing for you to go inside.

As you stepped into the room, your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened. The room was filled with carnations, every surface covered in beautiful blooms.

"Elijah," you gasped, reaching out and running your fingers along the delicate petals.

"Do you like it?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I love it," you turned around, placing a soft kiss against his lips. "How did you know I love carnations?"

"I have my ways," he smirked.

"Thank you, for all of this. It's perfect," you said, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

"There is one more thing," he replied, stepping away and heading towards the door.

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you, but I can show you," he grinned, closing and locking the door behind him.

Your cheeks flushed, and you felt a tingle of excitement run down your spine, as he began removing his clothes, tossing them aside.

"Elijah," you giggled, watching him strip, until he was standing before you, wearing nothing but a smile.

"Happy Birthday, my love," he said, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply.

His hands trailed along your body, sending sparks of pleasure through you, as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, his hands finding the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down.

The fabric fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. His eyes darkened, roaming over your body, before he pulled you into another kiss, his hands sliding down your sides.

He led you over to the bed, laying you down gently, and removing the last of your clothing, his fingers caressing your bare skin.

His tongue traced your breasts, trailing down to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached down, his fingers dancing across your thighs, causing you to let out a soft sigh in anticipation. His lips brushed against yours, his breath hot on your skin, as his hands continued exploring your body, every touch lighting you on fire.

"What does my birthday girl desire? Hmm?" He murmured, his hand moving between your legs, brushing against your clit.

"You," you moaned, arching into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "Please."

He grinned, slipping a finger inside you, earning another moan from you, and a wicked look flashed in his eyes.

"You like that?" He purred, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

"Yes," you cried, your hips bucking against him, as your body began to tense.

He added a second finger, pumping them slowly, his thumb circling your clit, as he brought you closer to the edge.

You moaned, digging your nails into his back, as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your walls clenching around his fingers.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against yours, as he pulled you against his chest, your legs wrapped tightly around him.

"Feeling good, my love?" He murmured, his cock grazing your entrance.

"Yes," you breathed, biting down on his shoulder, as he entered you slowly, his hips moving at a leisurely pace.

He peppered kisses along your neck and jaw, his lips brushing against yours with each thrust, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

You could feel the pressure building again, the knot of pleasure winding tighter, your release just out of reach.

"No, no, not yet," he chuckled, sliding out of you, and leaving you feeling empty. He grabbed your thighs, spreading you open, and lowering his head, his mouth finding your clit.

He gently sucked on the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it, sending a rush of heat through you. Your hips rolled against him, as the pressure coiled, your thighs tightening around his head as you tumbled over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you, his name falling from your lips.

"Such a good birthday girl." He whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs, his fingers trailing along your skin.

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, and bringing you into a passionate kiss, your tongues tangling together. He lowered you down back onto his cock, you wrapped your arms around his neck, riding him slow and deep. He grasped at your hips, lifting you up and bringing you back down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming out in short pants.

You bounced faster, your chest flush against his, his hands tangling in your hair, as your lips found his, swallowing his groans and moans. His fingers tightened, pressing into your flesh, as you both neared the edge, the heat building between you, your bodies slick with sweat.

"I'm gonna-" you gasped, his hips thrusting up hard, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each movement.

"Me too." He growled, sucking on your neck, his pace quickening.

You clenched around him, the pressure snapping, your orgasm rushing through you, his own release following.

Your bodies trembled, his hips rolling, helping you ride out your high, until you fell back on the bed, exhausted and sated. He pulled you into his arms, your chest rising and falling, a content smile on your lips, as he kissed your shoulder.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked, chuckling, his eyes glowing.

"Better." You replied, nestling into him, the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep.

As your eyes fluttered shut, you took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers around you, and the man in your arms, humming softly.

You had never felt happier or more loved, and it was all because of him.

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Worked like mad over the last few days, on altering this Lalaloopsy Jewel Sparkles styling head into an orange yarn haired doll hybrid. I used a Rainbow High Amaya Fashion Friend body (I genuinely don't know how I ended up with so many of these bodies; I only remember buying like two lol)

I started over on the hair paint match and left out the satin stuff, but the color was still very difficult to nail down. I left it at "good enough." In some lights it's great, in others it's not. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I tried to sink her head a little further down onto the neck than the previous two girls. I found them a little too long-necked over time, though tolerable.

The yarn is nice to style. Better than the original plastic strips anyway 😅 I anchored the yarn bunches in with zip ties.

There is an official Lalaloopsy with blue eyes and they paint the thread cross in the middle darker so I gave that a try. But I might go back to black eyes on her because the blue + black looks a little stare-y. It's sorta growing on me but not convinced.

Couldn't get her beauty mark off with rubbing alcohol, haven't tried acetone yet.

[baatarthefirst]

Viren Was Right. There, I said it.

Now Don't Get Me Wrong...

when it comes to 'who started it?', the humans of TDP are responsible for their fair share of troublemaking.

But I don't think Xadia gets it's fair share of the blame. Let's look at Avizandum.

Apparently, while we only see humans doing something stupid and Xadia retaliating; the Dragon King would pick fights then squash the humans he provoked. The fact glossed over because our boy Zym was sad that his dad's being disrespected. But is it a wonder that some humans feel like they always have a knife to their throat?

Now, personally, I don't like Viren. The guy was manipulative and foolish and just rubbed me the wrong way; and still did up until his death (It was a good death, I'll admit it). But, Viren wasn't completely wrong with his constant spewing about "the threat to humanity".

'But that doesn't count, the humans started it'...yes, and no. See the humans did kill King Avizandum and 'destroyed' his egg. Okay. The Dragon Queen got revenge by ordering a hit on King Harrow and his son. Dept paid, but Janai's forces have had to been gathering since before the assassination. Why? Because getting 'justice' wasn't enough.

The dragons are crossing the border, scaring humans who are just going about their lives in peace. Soren gets the blame for the town being set ablaze, and he should. Corvus warned him not to start he can't finish but why was Pyrrah intimating them? Why is it okay for Pyrrah to just fly around intimating innocent people? Seems like she's picking a fight. Soren gets the blame for starting the whole mess, but he should really get blame for taking some pretty obvious bait.

Then we have these elves attacking Amaya unprovoked. This wasn't retaliation for the outpost on the Xadian side of the border, it hadn't even been discovered and sacked yet.

Little side tangent, why does Amaya get grief for killing Janai's soldiers, when Janai doesn't catch flack for killing Amaya's?

The soldiers didn't abandon the outpost, they were attacked. And they're nowhere to be found. It's not hard to figure out what happened to them.

Now back to why Viren was right in his reasoning, if not his planning. When given the option, why did Janai try to stop Amaya's plan to blow up the Breach?

If she was just protecting their borders, then Janai should have lit the charges herself, as that would cut off the armies best/only known route to Xadia.

Xadia wanted a war. Xadia was starting a war, even though most of the humans wanted no part in it, and Viren was right to be afraid. He's stupid in his actions (we know where Soren got it from) but the signs were there.

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚— VICTIMs HOLD GRUDGES

౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚— Reader x Yan! Various Genshin Impact Cast (Childe, Xiao, Scaramouche, Wanderer, Kunikuzushi)

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ— INCEST (not to you tho), OC's, death, blackmail, murder, obsessive and possessive tendencies (yandere yadayda), ASSAULT, stalking, abuse of power, manipulation, afab reader, you/your pronouns or they/them... really just some messed up shit that I thought of while sleeping.

·˚ ༘~ Modern AU. Academy AU. Siblings AU. Triplets AU (for Scara, Wanderer and Kabuki).

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ The death of your beloved and dearest friend has caused you to go to the lowest point of your life. And everyone just decided to make your life even lower. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆! — INFOS~!

Zhongli, Ei are both owners of the largest, most successful, wealthiest and powerful companies out there. They are the top investors in Teyvat Academy.

Venti is also an investor but is a student.

Zhongli is the father of Childe, Xiao and Katrina (OC)

Patrina — Female. Is known for her spoiled brat like behavior and is infamously known for dating Tartaglia, which is her brother. She deeply hates her overprotective family and wants them to stop. Is the middle child.

Ei is the mother of Kabukimono, Raiden Shogun, Scaramouche, Wanderer (triplets) and Amaya (OC)

Amaya — Female. Known for her naivety, push over, innocent and meek attitude. She doesn't like what her brothers are doing to her, but she can't say anything about it. Is the youngest child.

Inako (OC) — Your homeroom teacher. Female. She's heavily mistreated, she has it worse than the other teachers. She can't fight back at all and is helpless.

Nayako (OC) — Dead. A student who was murdered brutally in Teyvat Academy. The murder was covered up to keep any kinds of scandals from the Academy. Your friend.

—-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-

You were never a fan of death.

And you weren't a fan of people who hide the truth.

Being a witness to the murder of a friend of yours, the closest one you've had and having it covered up made you feel numb.

Nayako didn't deserve that. No one deserves that. Not only does she get harassed by your fellow classmates, she gets killed too. And all the academy does is get you therapy (which is basically forcefully trying to make you forget it) the corrupt environment of the Academy is insane.

You hate everything that has got to do with the Academy. The students, the faculty, the environment... Everything.

You hate it. So why, why were you having one of the biggest investors and the one who paid hush money to keep the murder quiet — Zhongli Dei Lapis's — daughter cry on your shoulder as if she's a friend?

And why were you crying too?

-–———————————————–-

Patrina was a brat. Yet she was easy to tame. You avoided her at all costs but had to cross paths with her for a school project that your homeroom teacher, the only teacher you like and can tolerate — Inako — gave. Patrina at first was trying to do it all herself, you wanted to not help at all, but you instead insisted on helping instead of leaving her to do it herself because she couldn't do anything right.

You ended up doing the entire project as Patrina was too busy conversing with her older brother — Tartaglia —. The one that people think she's dating. It's weird and creepy as hell — especially when he's just openly talking about her in a sexual manner — aren't they siblings? You attempted to keep a low profile but failed when you heard him speak in Russian...

"I wish you could understand me in this language, my love. Because the amount of things I could tell you that others can't understand makes me feel so warm..." He spoke cheesily, but also in a creepy manner, because they are indeed acting like a couple. You snapped your head towards them when you heard that. Patrina just looked confused.

"My love?" You muttered confused in Russian albeit too loud for Tartaglia to hear. He perks up and looks at you, shocked. "You can understand me?" He asks, maybe it sounded amused, maybe it sounded excited, maybe it sounded confused... You could never tell.

You nod your head, and you could swear his lips lifted higher. "You can speak Russian?" He stood up from his seat next to Patrina and sat next to you. You averted your gaze and reluctantly nodded. He's delighted about that information.

"Wonderful! The name's Tartaglia, what's yours?" He asks, you don't know whether to answer or not, "My name is..."

—-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-

Patrina felt like her entire world lightened up the moment Tartaglia started paying less attention to her. For the whole class, all he did was talk to you in Russian, she thinks. But either way, she's happy about that. But she can feel the stares from Xiao on the back, he was sitting next to his peers — Venti, Heizou, Kazuha and the two of the triplets - Scaramouche and Wanderer —. Those guys are one of the many groups that harasses the homeroom teacher Inako.

You were getting agitated by Tartaglia and are trying to cut the conversation short and you failed miserably.

Class ends with nobody giving an effort in the school project but you. You gave your project to Inako to at least brighten her day up. She perks up to you with a hopeful smile on her face and takes your project happily, muttering a 'thank you...' and almost crying.

That is when Scaramouche decided it was funny to just — destroy the project by sweeping it off her hands and throwing it on the ground and stepping on it. You looked at him furiously. You were about to step up and stop him when Amaya gets in the way with Kabukimono trailing behind her.

She knew what you were about to do.

"Please don't — ah!" She gets pushed off by Scaramouche, and you immediately step in and push him off instead and get Amaya behind your back.

Amaya does not deserve the brothers she has. Scaramouche and Wanderer were pieces of shit and just like Patrina, Tartaglia and Xiao, is rumored to have a relationship with her. What's with the incestuous relationships in this school?

But either way you glared at Scaramouche who glares at you back. "Give that whore back to me." He demands. "Fuck off." You grit your teeth. He steps forward, about to forcefully take Amaya back but Inoko steps in like a teacher should and stops the fight. She ends up getting glared at by the guys, and she's trembling.

"Stay away from this, teach." Xiao warns, but Inoko insisted.

and you ended up outside with Amaya but with Inoko inside the classroom getting punished by them. You grit your teeth knowing you can't do anything, you can't barge in, you can't save her, you're helpless—

"This is all your fault..." Amaya whimpers, "You shouldn't have fought against them! Do you know how much power they hold in this school?!" She almost wanted to sob.

All your fault...?

What did you do wrong exactly? Being a decent human and actually doing something against their inhumane actions?

"How is this all my fault?" You muttered.

"Uhm... How is it her fault?" Kabukimono spoke up, oh shit, you have forgotten Kabukimono's presence and never expected him to follow Amaya

You stormed away. Patrina follows after you. You cannot handle this shit no more! This school is full of shit and dirt and everything derogatory.

That was what you kept repeating in your head, over and over again. Patrina is concerned and Amaya ends up getting forcefully dragged by Patrina, so now you're sitting in the cafeteria with both of the girls notoriously known for being in a relationship with their family.. and there's Kabukimono too.

You don't even feel like eating anymore. Kabukimono was eating peacefully. Looking at you from time to time.. "Are you gonna eat that?" He asks softly. You don't know how Amaya and him can be so... Innocent with siblings like Scaramouche.

You nodded, you didn't want to waste food anyways. Because unlike how Teyvat Academy is known for having rich students, you aren't rich at all.

You're also bullied because of that, but you don't really think of it much.

"Look, I know it's weird for me to say it but.. I'm grateful for you." Patrina starts, you look up at her, raising a brow, she blushes, "..Well— I'm grateful that you... managed to get Tartaglia to shut up." She admits. Amaya joins in too, "Yeah! Uhm, I'm glad that you actually fought for Ms. Inoko!" You feel warm about that, everyone just ridicules you for that, but they're over here... Just... Thanking you.

Kabukimono joins in, "I think you're great too!" He smiles. You feel speechless, oh wow.. I guess it's nice to be thanked rather than ridiculed. "What kind of food are you eating anyways? Let's skip school and go out!" Patrina says, you are slightly offended because so sorry for being poor.

"I.. I'm too broke to go out." You admitted, Patrina scoffs, "I'll pay~ I mean, I am one of the richest~" she smirks.. oh well...

And that's how you got to be good friends with all of them. Well at least you hope you guys are friends. Kabukimono doesn't think so, because he can feel his heart flutter whenever you're there. He'd always ask you about it, and you tell him he's in-love. So.. does that mean, he's in-love with you?

But anyways, Scaramouche and Wanderer are irritated, Xiao is hysterical, Childe is just thinking about you.

"How could I lose her..." Xiao is going insane silently, "That fucking slut is getting it when she gets home..." Scaramouche grits his teeth.

While you're getting overwhelmed by the amount of food and how tasty it was! So this was rich people's food, Patrina is just flexing, and Amaya and Kabukimono are eating.

Little did you know, Wanderer has his ways to find his little sister. And so does Xiao.

—-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-·-——-

Days pass by and both Kabukimono and Childe are falling for you harder, Patrina and Amaya are grateful to you and even Inoko.

You were trying to get away from Childe when you bumped into Scaramouche. Oh no.

Scaramouche was irritated, but then he got amused. "Well well well... It's the broke girl. You have fun picking scraps?" He mocks, and you just glared at him

"Oh? Feisty of you. I'll gladly get you to submit to me." He pulls your hair and shoves you in a wall. That hurts! You immediately pushed him off with all your might. What the fuck?!

He stumbles back, irritated, and immediately lunges at you, but he ends up getting punched in the face. You held your hands, shocked that you actually punched someone. He's shocked too. And he was about to pounce on you again but you ran away immediately. Leaving a little necklace behind. A necklace he oh so familiar with.

And the necklace just happened to have your scent.

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You hate every single second you spend on that place and you might just avoid those hallways at all costs. Running was never your forte, so of course, as cliche as it sounds, you ran over someone, and he was quick to catch you before you fell on the floor.

"Agh! I'm so sorry—" you apologized profusely. Until you got a good look at his face. It's Xiao. You pulled away immediately, running off. And he was left shocked. Weren't you the one who's been keeping Patrina occupied lately?

He smelled Patrina's scent on you, but that wasn't what he enjoyed, rather your scent was what he enjoyed. He looks forward to bumping into you more, you look very clumsy...

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Holy shit, embarrassed two times. Where the hell are the girls and Kabukimono are when you need them?

Patrina crashed towards you. Shocking you. Not again! But Patrina looked troubled, she was relieved it was you.

She felt like crying, and she immediately broke down in your arms. You didn't know what to do. How do you comfort people anyways. You reluctantly put your arms around her... And she sobbed in your arms, incoherent words and you just listened to it all. Soon she stops crying, her eyes puffy and face wet.

"Can you... Could you please come over to my house?" Patrina asks, no she pleaded at this point, she needed you to be there. Especially when she finds out her father —Zhongli — knows she's been skipping class. You were shocked. You didn't want to say yes. How could you? Especially when her father is one of the guys who paid hush money to keep the murder of your dearest friend Nanoko.

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Why do you keep on being a push over and just saying yes to everything people ask you of? Why are you here? You're seeing red. Seething angrily. You don't want to see one of the biggest investors, the man who paid hush money to cover up the murder of your friend— you don't want to!

The moment you stepped inside, Tartaglia was about to greet Patrina then saw me and he lightened up, it didn't show on his dead ocean eyes, but he definitely lightened up, "Ah! Ангел!" (Angel) He walks up to you happily and embracing you, you feel repulsed and pushed him off. "Don't call me that..."

Xiao was playing on his phone while sitting on the large couch and he smelled your scent and perked up. "The clumsy girl?"

"It seems you brought a friend over." A smooth and deep voice calls out.

Oh shit.

You slightly trembled when hearing his voice. And there he is. Zhongli Dei Lapis.

He seems quite surprised to see you, "Hmm, it's you. Have you been taking care well? Have you been attending your weekly therapy sessions?" He asks, but he doesn't really care does he?

Patrina looks shocked, and you averted your gaze. "Yes." You managed to mutter without stuttering.

Patrina soon starts speaking, "..I.. I brought her because she's my friend and has been helping me study for a while..." She said. Zhongli hums, "Is that so?"

"Well then.." he walks closer. "You wouldn't mind explaining why my dear Patrina has been skipping classes, hmm?" And you feel your face pale as you look at Patrina, who looked away.

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You feel betrayed. Done. You would never be the same person ever since. You have been avoiding Patrina entirely. For a whole week and more. Even her family members. You've just been hanging out with Amaya and Kabukimono.

It was fine and all.

Until it wasn't.

Because you just saw Amaya beaten and battered up in the hallway, and you have the girl you've been avoiding for a week and more, in your arms, crying about Amaya.

And you're crying too.

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:3

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❝ love isn’t just missing me. you don’t love me if you aren’t willing to put in the work. ❞

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Wish Granted 🌟👩🏾🎶 (Wish Reimagined)

Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time...

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We open up our story with the Disney 100th anniversary logo:

Then it transitions to the Walt Disney Productions title with the overture from Snow White playing, followed by the casts of the story and the people who worked together to create it. The next shot brings us a message from Walt himself, leftover from his very first movie.

(They had the AUDACITY to leave that out!? Shows how grateful they are...)

It fades to black and shows the camera panning over to a fancy 3D storybook with the title "Wish Granted" on the cover, and it slowly opens up, turning to the first couple of pages.

The narration begins with a young woman's voice reading in a calm, yet cheerful voice.

Once upon a time, in a land…pretty far away, there was a kingdom off the coast of the Iberian Peninsula. A Kingdom full of magic, dreams and wonder, Rosas.

The book then turns a page to show two pictures, one portraying a man, a woman and a lynx. The other showing a large kingdom near the sea.

In this kingdom ruled by King Magnifico and Queen Amaya, Rosas is a safe place for people all over the world. No matter where a person is from, they will have a safe and happy life. However.....

The book flips to the next page, showing Magnifico taking a wish from a citizen. On the first page, the woman his happily giving it to him, but on the second, she looks incredibly sad, gently clutching her chest with sorrow.

When you arrive, you must give your greatest wish to the king in exchange to live there. The cost of it leaves with you with an empty feeling inside, never being able to fill the hole in your heart until the king grants it himself.

The book flips to another page showing a girl in purple, a yellow glowing person, their pet goat looking upwards and the shadowy figure of the royals holding the wishes in their hands.

This is a story about a girl, a star, a goat, a kingdom and a wish. This is a story about how anyone can make their wishes come true....

The camera then zooms in on the next page, transitions into 2D as it goes directly into the storybook.

We see few boats crossing the sea, making their way towards Rosas. A little redheaded girl is taking a look at the approaching kingdom. "Look, mommy! Is that it? Is that our new home?" she asked enthusiastically, pointing ahead. Her mother joined her and nodded as a smile crept across her face. "Yes, dear. That's Rosas." she said with hope in her eyes as they approach the new land.

Speaking of the new land, one of the citizens is seen at the port. A teen boy with collar length blonde hair, was waiting to greet them. The biggest thing that stood out to him was the red tunic and yellow scarf around his neck. The boy was waving a flag with the symbol of Ross' embroided on it, signaling them to the port.

The teen took a deep breath and started pacing back and forth, talking to himself. "All right, Flazino. You can do this. You've done this dozens of times. Just pretend you're not sending them to their possible suffering....I've got a bad feeling about it."

Flazino heard the people approaching and quickly slapped on a smile. He spun around and greeted the newcomers with open arms.

"Haha! Hola, Shalom, Salam! Welcome to your new home! You're going to love it here, especially our magnificent rulers! Everyone ready?"

The travelers cheer in agreement and follow the boy through the gates of the kingdom.

🎵 Welcome to Rosas 🎵🌹

Flazino

Magnifico

Amaya

Group singing

Oh, Welcome to Rosas, an amazing kingdom. Where the possibilities are more than you can fathom!

(Flazino signals for the crowd to follow him as they pass through the gates)

There's no other place just as full of surprise, Where your dreams and your reality can collide!

(He passes by a man who's juggling 10 balls at once, hinting that his wish was to be the best juggler in the kingdom)

The most magical place on Earth, where most wondrous ideas give birth! You want to make dreams your come true? Well, have I got good news for you!

(He gives a wink and other residents start appear around him for the chorus)

(The background characters- I mean the Rosas citizens who haven't had their life force drained yet start to dance)

'Cause here in the city of Rosas (Oh, ah-ah)

You can turn all your wanting to wishing No what-ifs, ands or buts Oh, here in the city of Rosas (Oh, ah-ah) It's unlikely that you’ll be unhappy No need to make a fuss

(Flazino lifts the little girl onto his shoulders as they continue) A home for me (Me) For you (You) And all of us (Us) Thе city of Rosas

(He leads the group over to a small theater showing little muppets of Magnifico and Amaya. The following moments and dancing scenes are also a reference to the "Topsy Turvy" song number from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Love that movie)

So like, we have this king named Magnifico

(He points to muppet versions of the royals, with the Magnifico one holding his scepter high)

He built Rosas many years ago

(the background has a little cardboard replica of the kingdom rising behind it.)

With lightning for hands and eyes that can glow

(He raises his hands creepily and jokingly to the child, but she gasps in fear)

No, no, no, I'm just kidding! But he is powerful! They're just like us with a twist.

(He ruffles her hair playfully)

So much power, too much to list! (Oh, wow!) The magic exists, And there you have it, poof, there's your wish! Oh and, hey did I mention when you turn eighteen? You get to give your wish in a ceremony And he keeps them safe, every wish he acquires (Wish he acquires) And once a month he grants someone’s greatest desire (Greatest desire)

(The puppets show the King taking a tiny blue orb from a puppet citizen, then it dances around as if it just won a million dollars)

It could be you someday, or you, even you! Oh, I can't wait! (He points to three different people on each "you", with a couple them looking doubtful)

(A man asks) Does it hurt? (the girls asks) Do you cry?

(Before Flazino can reply, Magnifico just pops in in front of him, the boy giving a look that says "Where the he'll did you come from!?") Oh, no, and you won't even miss it when you say "goodbye"

(He holds the note on "bye" to show off his singing, while Flazino rolls his eyes in annoyance)

(Then Amaya jumps in to take over part of the final chorus) 'Cause here in the city of Rosas (Oh, ah-ah) You can turn all your wanting to wishing

No what-ifs ands or buts,

Oh, here in the city of Rosas (Oh, ah-ah) It's unlikely that you’ll be unhappy

No need to make a fuss

(The royals take this chours proudly singing, while Sabor stands with a sly smile as he basks in all the attention they're getting. Flazino is visually annoyed and rolls his eyes. He then tries to look for an opening so he can finish the song)

A home for me (Me)

For you (You)

And all of us (Us)

The city of Rosas

(Flazino quickly steps in front of the royals during "And all of us" to try and finish the song, then Magnifico steps in front of him and blocks him with his cape. During the final line, He then raises his hands to the sky and releases an explosion of fireworks and it decorates the area in magical sparkles)

As sparkles and rose petals shower the audience, applause echoes throughout the stadium. The newcomers were chatting and cheering amongst each other. Flazino was used to this part, its practically pure dopamine when people first arrive and hear one man can grant people's desires. This whole song their idea in the first place, and he's performed it a hundred times. You'd think they at least let him sing the propaganda song!

"I can't wait to get my wish granted now!"

"There's so much I want to ask for!"

"They're such a beautiful couple!"

The little redhead girl from earlier was especially excited. "I'm gonna wish for something real big when I grow up! I want to bring everyone I can here so they can be happy like us!" She giggled and continued to clap her hands.

Flazino's smile faded hearing this. This kid was going to grow up and loose her happiness in the blink of an eye.

Magnifico could see the boy's expression change and cleared his throat. "Well now, I suppose that's enough excitement for you today. We've made good work making our new friends feel welcome." He said sternly.

The boy quickly changed his demeanor. "O-oh. T-thank you, your high-"

He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a lynx inches away from his face. The feline had a rather angry look on his face. Though he's usually like that when he's has to deal with anyone but his beloved owner. He was being carried by his arms by the Queen.

"Now that all that noise is finished. "You can make yourself useful by giving Sabor here his breakfast." She demanded. "Poor dear must be starving. Aren't you?" she cooed.

Sabor purred....and licked his mouth as he looked Flazino as if he was the breakfast himself. That's definitely not a good sign.

"Uh....yeah, I'll get right on that." The boy responded as he gingerly picked up the lynx and did his best to carry him in his arms. He was only a couple years old, but he weighed as much as a full grown goat. That or the boy wasn't all that strong. "How much do you eat anyway?" Sabor grunted in offense.

"That's a good apprentice! Run along, now!" Magnifico slightly mocked the boy as he left. In a low voice he mumbled. "Peasant boy."

Flazino stopped walking for a moment and looked behind him. He saw the two royals eating up the praise and attention they were getting from the people. The newcomers were enamored with them while the longtime citizens gently clapped, but not nearly as enthusiastically. In fact, they seemed a little sleepy, some with half lidded eyelids.

The boy felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, which made him come back to his senses. Sabor had scratched his shoulder to remind him of his obviously more important meal. (Can you say "spoiled"?)

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll get Dhalia to make your breakfast." He mumbled as he walked down from the stage and away from the crowd.

We crossfade to outside of the Kingdom, as hours pass and day turns to night. Its been a long, stressful day for Flazino, especially when most of tasks were just basic chores, going on errands and maybe learn some magic from Magnifico, if he decided he was ready. Its all become the norm. But there was one thing he was able to do without the watchful eye of the king.

"About that time of month again?" asked a girl as she brought Flazino a horse. The sorcerers' apprentice gathered his bags for his trip and gave the girl a nod. "You got it, Bazeema. Those mushrooms take a whole month to grow, and you know much the king loves those." He gently patted the horse on the snout then proceed to mount it. He pulled up the hood over to seemingly cover his head from the chill air.

"Would you mind finding some herbs while you're there? Just a few things like parsley, rosemary and thyme." she asked softly.

"Sure thing." the boy said with a smile. He signed the horse to start walking towards the gate.

"Are you sure those bag aren't too heavy for you?" Bazeema asked, looking worried about the weight it could put both his back and the horse's.

Flazino waved a hand as he continued forward, not looking back. "No need to worry, I'm not helpless." he called to her, with a laugh.

He quietly passed through the gates. Looking in all directions to make sure no one else was nearby. Once the coast was clear. The boy said in a low voice, "I'm far from helpless." He tightened the reins and made the horse transition from a gallop to a run.

The horse reacted and took off at a great speed. Flazino traveled further and further forward until Ross was no longer visible. He traveled for about an hour, passing a giant obnoxious sign of the smug king pointing to the kingdom with a sign that read: "To Rosas: Where all your wishes will come true".

The trees became a blur as he ran through the forest like a ghost. He finally reached the deepest part of the woods, were many branches of trees overlapped each other, as if blocking something from entering.

Flazino reached into one of his bags and pulled out a small green vial, that glowed brightly in his hands. He uncorked the vial and whispered to it in latin: "Ineo."

He threw the liquid at the branch's and waited. The branches started to shake, startling the horse. Flazino patted him on the head. "Easy, Achilles. Nothing to be scared off." ,he comforted the animal. Magnifico may not have taught him much magic like he wished for, but the boy watched and learned whenever the King performed his spells. It payed off rather well for him.

The branches slowly opened up, revealing an entrance to a hidden village within the forest itself.

The trees closed off the entrance behind him as Flazino slowly entered the safe haven for those who fled from the Royal's tyranny. This was the Hamlet.

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OH MY GOD, ITS FINALLY DONE! CHAPTER 1 IS HERE AND DONE! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Would you believe that this took over a week to do this? This wasn't meant to be that long, but the way I write, everything plays out like a movie, so that's why its a bit longer. 😅 I also chose this way to start it because a majority of rewrites usually start with Asha in some way, so I wanted to do a bit of a twist and start it off through Flazino instead and then lead to Asha.

Another fun thing is that while I haven't read all the rewrites out there (I don't have all that time, unfortunately), but I rarely see Flazino used, if at all. So it was like I was given a clean slate to work with. Plus some people figured out he was helping the Hamlet in the deleted scenes and was the original Sorcerers' Apprentice, which gave me inspiration for this. He's like a double agent in this telling, and he'll be important to the story later on. The design I had in mind for him was a reference to Arthur from The Sword in the Stone, with a bit of Jim Lake from Troll hunters mixed in. Sooooo imagine he's voiced by Josh Keaton, he's a good VA for these types of roles (As you can tell, I may have gotten attached to this guy, lol 😅) So he'll be getting his own bio later on.

And how about those royals, huh? THEY ARE TOTAL GLORY HOGS! 😂 They're incredibly narcissistic in this version, but most people see it as charming and don't catch on. Plus I wanted them to have have the classic Disney broadway sequence during the song, cause I think the movie would've benefited from it. (Flazino is more like a jester to them than an apprentice, hence the Clopin reference.) They put on smiles, act nice and give you the Hollywood treatment, but its all just to get those wishes. There is no redeeming them here, they're villains. Straight up.

Also, BIG thank you to @signed-sapphire for helping me with rewriting the Rosas song too! They gave me a great guide to making new lyrics and it really worked out! And for everyone who took the time to read to this point! You earned a big hug! 😊

It'll be a while before chapter 2, cause I want to finish Kingdom of Wishes first,in case I get more ideas. But for now, feel free to ask any questions on my rewrite and leave as many comments as you want!

Thanks for reading!

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