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hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)
i absolutely love this idea omg??
ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
PART1ONE
part 2two
mdni please<3
warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!
writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏
It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.
She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.
You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.
This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.
"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.
Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.
"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.
Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.
"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.
The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.
And now, there was no going back.
"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.
If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.
The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.
"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.
As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.
"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.
"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.
The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."
In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.
You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.
Still, you couldn't help but frown.
"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.
Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.
"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.
Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.
You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.
Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.
Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.
Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.
You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.
"Enough."
You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.
"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.
You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.
After a few more classes, the time of fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.
Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.
You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.
After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.
"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.
"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.
She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.
You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.
"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.
"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.
"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."
Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.
"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.
"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.
Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.
"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.
You explored the room, looking for something to start with.
Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.
"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"
She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.
You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?
"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.
Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.
"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."
You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.
"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.
The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.
"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.
Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.
"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"
Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.
"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.
"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.
"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.
You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.
"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.
"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.
You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.
"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.
Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.
"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."
"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.
Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.
You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.
She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."
She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.
"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.
Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.
You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.
You shook your head. "No way."
She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.
You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.
"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.
While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.
You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.
That's when it hit you.
You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.
Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.
It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.
Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.
You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."
You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.
Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.
You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.
When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.
You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.
Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.
Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.
"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.
But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.
"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.
When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.
You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.
You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.
She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.
"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.
Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.
"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.
"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...
When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.
"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.
"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"
You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.
"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.
As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.
"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.
You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.
Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.
"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"
"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.
Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.
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Eternal Erina
Left by @chommission, right by @linyu3u
An anon innocently asked me to talk about my OC Erina's final form, Eternal Erina. Unfortunately, it's impossible to actually explain her deal without also explaining the story of my story/paracosm. Which is, uh, LONG AND COMPLICATED.
For anyone who doesn't want to read the massive incoming infodump, the main plot of my story/paracosm revolves around Erina and her journey from a frightened, troubled child into the savior of her people (mages, aka magical girls and magical boys). That involves becoming a goddess, a concept, and a universal force. So like Ultimate Madoka, basically. If the design didn’t tip you off, my story is HEAVILY inspired by PMMM, lol.
The details are hidden under this Read More. If you end up reading it, I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts!!
Order and Chaos
So basically, magic and life (especially sapient life) is governed by the Rule of Cycles, a mostly benevolent being/law of nature. It is opposed by Chaos, who governs black/chaos magic but cannot create true life, only shadows of itself or People of the Cycle that have been corrupted. Chaos hates RoC because it's envious of RoC's creativity and ability to create life, not to mention that Chaos used to be a part of RoC at the beginning of the universe and wants to once again be one with everything.
Mages have existed for billions of years, all across the universe. Where there is sapient life, there is magic. Mages are born when they resonate with the Rule of Cycles and are granted a wish/miracle. But if they fall into despair or fail to replenish their magic they will become Wraiths, beings of Chaos (again, like magical girls and Witches from PMMM).
Also, if you couldn't tell by the names, the Rule of Cycles and Chaos are basically Order vs Chaos personified. This is inspired by the Stars arc of Sailor Moon and the ultimate villain Chaos.
Also, RoC and Chaos can't fight directly without damaging the fabric of the universe and/or causing mass destruction, so they manipulate beings and create proxies to fight a proxy war. Erina, my main OC, is the RoC's chosen champion and can tap into it directly. Chaos doesn't have a champion (yet) and mostly just sends out powerful extensions of itself, although it does also have corrupted People of the Cycle at its beck and call.
Also, in my paracosm, the RoC was created by an even greater being that created the multiverse who's since basically fucked off and doesn't intervene at all. Soon after the creation of the universe, billions of years ago, Chaos split off from the RoC and they've opposed each other ever since.
The Philosophy of the Cycle and Unnecessary Suffering
However, even though the Rule of Cycles and Chaos are opposed, they are inextricably bound together. Just like as the darkness needs the light to create shadows, the light also needs the darkness to shine more brightly.
In other words, without evil, we couldn’t truly comprehend good. Without sorrow in the world, there would be no compassion. If we never lost anything, we would never truly appreciate what we have. And so on. The Philosophy of the Cycle- the path that mages spend years walking- is making peace with the fact that sorrow/evil/suffering will not only always exist, but is in fact vital to the very foundation of the universe.
With all that said, even though suffering and sorrow are inevitable, we must try to diminish it in any way we can. Making peace with the foundations of the universe does not mean totally accepting it the way it is and sitting by passively while bad things happen. Because not all suffering-or even most suffering, one could argue- is inevitable. A lot of suffering is due to unjust systems, systems that need to be torn down and replaced with something better.
You know, unjust systems like the current mage system.
In my story, being a mage isn’t an immediate death sentence like in PMMM; many mages go on to live full adult lives. However, the death/corruption rate is still around 1/3 to 1/2 of all mages. So even if you don’t succumb to Chaos yourself, you are essentially guaranteed to know and love someone who will or already has.
I haven’t sat down and figured out how the mage-Wraith system came about; all I know is that it wasn’t always there and is the result of tampering. It’s been in place so long that there are only a scant few records talking about the before times, but there is evidence it didn’t always exist.
Also, Wraiths aren’t the only Chaos Beings around; mages also fight Demons. Unlike Wraiths, they are mere extensions and creations of Chaos and did not used to be sapient. There are enough Demons around to support the mage population’s need for purification, once again proving that Wraiths are unnecessary and cruel.
Some cycles need to be broken. Enter Daenerys.
The Oracle
Daenerys aka Dany (yes, named after that Daenerys!) comes from a noble family of oracles who once reigned as the monarchs of a country of mages before it was destroyed. Dany is the most talented far-seer ever born and, after seeing a vision of Erina as a goddess whose ascension broke the cycle that turns mages into monsters, has dedicated her life to ensuring that future becomes reality. Even the wish that turned her into a magical girl was in service of her goals: she wished to be the fount from which a true hero would be born.
(idk where else to put this, but another major plotline of my story is a government conspiracy. Countless children with psychic powers and/or the potential to become mages were kidnapped and raised in a top-secret research facility. Dany was one of the first victims of this program due to precognition being a very rare ability. Dany (not a mage yet) was deep in despair when she had her vision about Erina. It gave her a reason to live and keep going, which is why she’s so dedicated to Erina and her mission)
Twisting and weaving the threads of fate, Dany carefully manipulates things to ensure the future she saw. She does whatever she can to add onto Erina’s karma (which, like in PMMM, determines how powerful a mage is). Dany also became a mage years before Erina, so a lot of this happened when Erina was still completely ignorant of what fate had in store for her.
Erina’s Entrance
I truly cannot give as much background as I want on Erina herself because this is so fucking long already lol, but I’ll give the main points of her background:
Her mother died about a year after giving birth to her, and she was then raised by her grandmother until she was 5. After her grandmother suddenly died, she was put into the foster care system.
The main story starts when Erina is 12. I’m literally not even gonna try explaining all that goes on lol, but the important thing is that she comes under the care of a young man named Eric who becomes her adoptive father.
Again, due to reasons I won’t get into now, Erina was nearly driven to suicide due to despair (she has C-PTSD and was at a point where she thought the future was bleak). The love and care Eric showed her gave her hope and made her want to keep going, and she is left with the strong desire to inspire hope in others the way he did in her.
Flash forward a bit and Erina becomes a magical girl, using her wish to save Eric’s life in a dangerous situation. She immediately and wholeheartedly embraces her role as a magical girl, seeing it as a way to help others and inspire hope like she so dearly wants to.
Erina finds herself in a found family with fellow mages Luna, Rhae, Iris, and Flora (the other main OCs of my story). She also formally meets Dany and becomes close with her. She also becomes friends with lots of other people (including many mages) and has a lot of fun experiences.
Doppelgangers: The Other “Me”
It’s soon revealed that Erina’s magic has created a purifying barrier around the city she and her friends live in; instead of becoming Wraiths, mages who exhaust their magic will instead summon Doppelgangers (YES I LOVE MAGIA RECORD AND IT’S OBVIOUS). I’ll try to explain the Doppelgangers and their relationship to the overall lore:
Doppelgangers are actually symbiotic organisms from another dimension that attach onto the souls of sapient beings because they themselves lack souls as well as self-awareness and consciousnesses (although they do have intelligence).
Doppelgangers are normally benign, but they respond to their hosts' emotions and can turn into Wraiths if overcome with despair. Again, this did not always used to be the case. It’s implied that Erina’s magic is shielding the city from the effects of Chaos, and therefore Doppelgangers cannot be corrupted.
All People of the Cycle (intelligent life) have Doppelgangers, but only mages have the power to manifest them in our dimension.
Doppelgangers are also manifestations of the host's soul. As such, the host might be self-conscious of their Doppelgangers or outright reject it if they don't like what they see. In turn, the Doppelganger might keep trying to force its user to confront their own demons or flaws in an attempt to help them (basically, sometimes a Doppelganger can be a really intense therapy session lol).
A Doppelganger is a reflection of its user, and accepting one's Doppel is an act of self-love and self-acceptance. Doppelgangers themselves LOVE their hosts and are unquestioningly loyal to them. However, more than the host’s words, the Doppelganger obeys their heart.
If the host rejects their Doppelganger, the Doppelganger will still come out in the automatic purification field. The mage just won't be able to control it. Outside of the city, they'll turn into a Wraith unless they come to terms with the Doppel and are able to summon it.
Dany hopes to expand the purification barrier across the entire universe. She plans on doing this by having Erina resonate with the Rule of Cycles once again and be granted a second wish.
The vast majority of mages are only given one miracle. However, mages who have accumulated exceptional amounts of karma and are judged to be worthy are capable of being granted a second wish. This is why Dany has been working so hard to build up Erina’s karma. To help her with this goal, Dany creates a group called the Weavers of Fate.
Oh... It’s a Cult
Yep, the Weavers of Fate are pretty much a mage-based cult based on their belief in Dany’s visions and Erina’s future as a goddess. But can you blame them for latching onto hope when their fate is so dicey? Dozens (and later thousands) of mages work to assist Dany in her goals.
The Weavers of Fate embrace and revere Erina as their messiah, sometimes making her uncomfortable because she just wants to live a normal life with her loved ones. But as the story goes on, Erina becomes more and more convinced that she needs to embrace the role if it means saving her fellow mages.
Side note: at a certain point in the timeline, the existence of mages becomes public knowledge. There’s a lot of sociopolitical drama that I won’t get into here.
Dany’s Changing Priorities
A few years into the timeline (after a LOT of things happen that aren’t relevant to this writeup), Erina shockingly and unexpectedly dies in a climatic battle against Chaos. Dany is utterly devastated and, in her grief, resonates with the Rule of Cycles and makes a second wish (by this point, Dany has wracked up TONS of karma herself). She wishes for a chance to redo things, and is given the ability to go back in time. She can only go back in time at the static rate of a few months, but this gives her enough time to plan ahead for the climatic battle.
Well, long story short, Dany goes through several time loops, failing each one, and gets more and more traumatized each time. Yes, she’s literally Homura but better off in a few ways. Anyway, Dany learns that Erina’s ascension to godhood is not guaranteed; with the more karma she accumulates, she is more and more likely to become a Wraith. And not just any Wraith, a Wraith that could easily destroy the entire world (and later, even the galaxy).
After years of single-mindedly pursuing her goal, Dany decides that all she wants to do now is protect Erina and her other friends. She’s done with being a pawn for cosmic forces greater than her. She feels immense guilt for putting Erina on a pedestal and putting her through all this, as she now deeply loves and cherishes Erina as a friend... or maybe something more than a friend.
Except oops, she’s already done so much at this point that she’s completely screwed over the chances of them all having a normal life. With every reset, things just get worse. But she refuses to give up, continuing to hold out hope even in the face of overwhelming odds.
How It All Ends
Dany finally reveals everything to Erina, expressing her regret and asking for Erina’s forgiveness. Erina says there’s nothing to forgive, as she wouldn’t change the life she’s lived and the experiences she’s had for anything.
The climatic final battle begins. Wraiths from all over the world descend on the city where the story takes place, overriding the purification barrier and causing mass death and havoc. Erina is forced to sit it out due to the dangers of her dying or becoming a world-destroying Wraith, like Dany has seen happen so many times. A lot of the main characters die fighting, and Erina is left devastated.
Despite all that, Erina affirms her belief in hope and her desire to give it to mages- her people. The way she sees it, mages are being punished for believing in hope and wanting a better life, and that is unacceptable. She remembers a dear friend who became a Wraith, along with all of the other people she’s known and cared about who suffered the same fate.
She knows what she has to do.
She has an emotional conversation with Eric, her adoptive father, and thanks him for setting her down this road. Despite his pain and reluctance to let her go, he gives her his blessing. Erina says goodbye to her remaining friends and loved ones, thanking them for showing her how beautiful the world is. There are a lot of awful, terrible things in the world, but the good things it has to offer are enough to make it worth fighting for. Erina knows this better than anyone.
Resonating with the Rule of Cycles once more, Erina makes her second wish: To have the power to grant the promise of “tomorrow” to mages. She ascends to godhood, and the purification barrier becomes a universal law of nature (much like Ultimate Madoka). Unlike Madoka, however, everyone remembers Erina and knows about her sacrifice.
Time restructures itself, and because the Wraiths that killed everyone no longer exist, the people who died in the final battle are resurrected. Erina’s friends and family- ESPECIALLY Dany, who is absolutely guilt-ridden- deeply mourn her loss, but vow to keep protecting the world she loved and cared so much about.
🩷 The End 🩷
I Lied, There’s More
Okay, so that’s the ending of the main paracosm. However, there’s a sequel! I have not spent nearly as much time on this as the main story so a lot is very sketchy. I’m just gonna list out my main ideas:
A little while after the ending of the main story, an alien union/federation/whatever makes first contact with Earth; they were also saved by Erina's actions and want to return the favor by helping humanity out.
Stuff Happens but I don’t know exactly what yet lol. I do know there’s a lot of space battles because that’s just cool.
Erina eventually comes back into her physical form because Dany is in danger (I imagine it's a situation similar to Rebellion; I haven't hammered out the details yet though). There are also Chaos machinations, which could be catastrophic for the universe.
She manages to save Dany and also connects with Chaos itself, making it realize it needs to chill out. Like it can still be Chaos but not so extra.
Erina with her loved ones, also getting to meet the new characters. She is sad about needing to leave them again, but knows her duty is more important.
However, the Rule of Cycles is very grateful for all of Erina’s help; after all, she ended Wraiths and managed to get Chaos to calm down just a bit. The RoC asks Erina if she wants to live out the rest of her natural lifespan in the mortal world. She says yes, because there's nothing she wants to do more than live her life with her friends and family, in the world she loves so much.
I imagine the system her wish made is still in place because, like Madokami, she's both Erina the individual and Erina the force of nature. It’s not great to have Erina the individual missing, but since it’ll only be for a few decades the universe can cope.
In the ACTUAL, FINAL ending, Erina becomes a teacher for young mages. Erina, Dany, and Iris (a main character whose relationship with Erina is also a major theme) officially become a polycule. LOVE FUCKING WINS!
If you made it this far: THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY, both the story itself and your interest mean more to me than anything!!! 🩷🩷🩷
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still fucked up? here's a pick a pile reading.
pile 1. pile 2. pile 3.
a pick a pile reading inspired on sundays being the longest and most tedious day of the week. i never know what to do on a sunday other than overthinking and feeling sort of gloomy.
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Honestly, I really dig this combination of cards. I feel like this Page of Wands is asking you to take a different approach when thinking of success. It's clear that you value material and spiritual achievements equally, but you see them as something that's too far away from your reality. I think that it is very important to recognize that you are guarded by energies that match your ambitions, and you are doing things right to become the person you wish to be.
Other than that, it is also relevant to think of the dissonances and miscommunications that can cause you trouble when trying to face any obstacles in your journey. The Emperor and The High Priestess are both equally strong in their own ways. Both of these energies are present in your life, and they happen to be complete polar opposites, the peak of male energy and the peak of female energy. Balancing both with every step you take is difficult, therefore it's understandable if you choose to focus on one or another depending on the moment. Ideally, these two should be able to communicate with one another, so you don't betray the nature of one taking actions more suitable to the other.
In order to do this, I'd say that it's a great moment to look at the world with child-like eyes; allow yourself to be amused and ruled by curiosity, enrich your life with first time experiences and find joy in spaces where your creativity is nurtured. Don't assume that your learning years are over.
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Okay, this is a tough one. Stay strong bestie. So… Clearly that Ten of Swords is about something in your head that has caused major negative impacts on your life. I wouldn't say it's mostly about emotional distress by itself, but instead I think it's more about the prevalence of dysfunctional thought processing patterns that are being ignored or mishandled in the social and emotional parts of your life. It seems that a deep understanding of your own sensitivity hasn't been enough to cope with this.
But, it's not all bad, as the presence of both Kings, Wands and Cups, show me that the maturity and strength is there, what's lacking tho, is a more solid sense of trust on the logic presented by sources outside your own head. Feeling trapped and buried by your own thoughts, it's common enough that you can share them with trusted ones surrounding you in order to appease feelings of doubt and desperation.
This combination of cards shows me that you have the capacity to move from this thought provoked stagnation, to move from a mental eco chamber of negativity. To accomplish this you should aim to build more solid relations based on nurturing each other's potential and emotional strength. Don't be doubtful when taking the first steps towards what you already know you can do for bettering yourself and others. Stop being confident in negative thoughts and begin being confident in positive ones, even if you need help beginning to do so.
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Well, one is not bad but it’s not that good either. I think the main topic of this spread is to remain cautious when material success is achieved, in order to not cause yourself emotional and spiritual harm. Sometimes our material achievements can be directly related to spiritual growth, yet, we can not deny that the energy we spend on creating success for ourselves is just as valuable as the energy we spend on our spiritual journeys. In this case, the Seven of Pentacles shows me that your sense of purpose, in resonance with patience and determination, will bring great satisfaction as long as you take time to reflect and rest from the hard work.
Nonetheless, be careful with who you choose to be generous with. There’s nothing wrong with providing a helping hand, but make sure that those who receive it understand the value of your hard work and are not there to deceit you by playing victims. Keep an eye on anything that is causing you doubts on your enterprises, and do not fool yourself with ideas and proposals that come from unrealistic perspectives. This is a great moment to reflect on the ways your energy is being received by others. The main priority should be your well being and your stability first. You can’t give to others if you can’t provide for yourself.
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hey there, im gigi i did this tarot thing, hii. hope this was at least fun to read i guess? im just chilling with the cards and writing. thinking about making a introduction post but then idk... like i love this blog and i love tumblr so im like ayyy i get to practice my english and get back into tarot? slay. like i swear
im kinda rusty with tarot's rn but hopefully eventually I'll get back on it like i used to so i guess that if someone wants to follow me in case i open my questions inbox to answer questions with the cards and stuff that could be nice.
ugh and im also putting together a nicer space for the readings, my desk is full of paint stains (my normal job is art related lol) and there's always a university thing peaking from the side of my desk, it's like my notes are watching me while i kinda ignore them...
anyways i got like 40 notes on my first post, soooo thaaaanks omg i was so like nervous about it i hate that im this kinda shy to post tarot content anynomously like wtf how can i be like that when im posting nasty thirst traps on my personal instagram with no context?? the duality of women i guess. okay this is too much venting
bye thanks for reading, stay bad, stay focused, might post a card of the week PAC reading later seee yaaaa love yaaa
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Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.8: Broken Hearts.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.
Rating: Explicit.
Setting: In the early 80s.
Warnings: angst, angst, angst...
Word Count: 2.6k.
Summary: Soldier Boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.
He's down ten points so far.
Ben glares at the assistant from Crisis Management who delivered him the news with indignant, green eyes. He snatches the newspaper from the poor guy's hands. His brow twitches in irritation as he reads this line.
America's golden son is a spoiled boy.
He scoffs at the title. But he gotta hand it to them, they're becoming more and more creative with the headlines. He snickers again. He won this country a goddamn war, and the first time people find out about his harmless recreational usage of coke, they immediately bite him in the ass.
Ungrateful fucks, he grunts. Should've let the Nazis kill them all.
He crumples up the page and tears it off with a sharp jerk of his hand.
“You talked to the house yet?” He grumbles. The fact is those shots of him sniffing powder shouldn't have been snapped in the first place. He fucking pays them to maintain some privacy for fuck’s sake.
“There’s been no answer yet, sir.” The assistant’s voice waver with caution. Well, he better be, because one wrong word and Soldier Boy would snap.
“Then get the fucking lawyers into this shit!” He growls, “Should I teach you your fucking job?!”
The assistant gulps, “R-Right away, sir.” He scurries away, back to his apartment. Fucking retard. That's what he gets when he relies on Vought to cover his ass; he gets fucked.
Nevertheless, it makes him wonder, who had the balls to do that?! To tarnish his reputation. He's aware that some people aren't so fond of him, but very few dared to speak out. Soldier Boy is the face of the US. Making him look bad is a direct attack on the fucking country.
He makes his way to Legend's office. He steps in without even bothering to knock.
“One day.” He enunciates, thinking one day is generous enough to have put a button on this shit, “If this ain't sorted out, I'll take matters into my fucking hand.”
Before Legend can utter a word, Ben leaves the room as quickly as he entered, heading back to his private quarters. Where he can be with one who can make him feel everything is okay.
“Hey, sweetheart…” He announces as he walks in. He finds you reading one of those fucking tabloids: Daily Supes. His eyes furrow.
You gaze up from the newspaper in your hands, “Ben, what's going on?” You say as you stand up, ambling towards him.
“I got fucking ambushed.”
You flinch a tad at the word. Does he know it was you? No, it's not possible, because if he did, you wouldn't have been here.
“Any idea on who it might be?” You ask gingerly.
“Not yet. But they're investigating it as we speak…” He sighs, “I gave them one day. If they don't bring me a name, I'll handle it myself. And tell ya one thing, it's gonna be ugly if I do.”
You gulp, tearing your gaze away from him, eyes are on the newspaper again.
“Hey,” He approaches you, taking the tabloid and tossing it aside. His hands cradle your face. “It’ll be alright, doll, I promise.” His voice is raspy, “It’s not the first time someone tries that kind of shit.”
You nod, putting on a small smile.
He smiles back, “Here it is,” He dips down and pecks your lips, “Oh, and for the record, Legend and I have been up to something for ya…”
“Something for me?”
“That's right.” He says, “You’re gonna sing another song, and with me.”
“Really?!” You gush, eyes sparkling.
“I’m not fucking with you, dollface, it'd be a shame not to let that pretty voice of your be of use.”
“When will that happen?”
“Once we sort this shit out.”
You feel a stab of guilt pierces through your chest. And now you know you truly fucked up. You fucking had the one-time chance and fucked it up. You could've bitten the bullet, found it in yourself to forgive Ben in time. And you would've lived a thousand times better life than anything you would imagine to come up with.
But you fucked it up.
You hold back the tears that start to burn your eyes, but they run down your cheeks anyway. Ben's brows furrow, “What’s wrong, baby?” He says in the gentlest voice ever.
You wipe your tears with the back of your hands, “I-It’s nothing…” You sniffle, “I just realised how lucky I am to have you… to be yours.”
Your stomach roils in convulsion at your sick lies. It's still a wonder to you that you're still capable of lying, and to the man you're falling in love with no less.
You're so fucked.
Ben kisses your tears away, then his mouth trails down to your lips. Soft and tender. And your tears pours down again. The question rises again… why does it have to be like this?
Ben wakes up from a nap after you two had… something akin to sweet sex. Could he call it lovemaking? Maybe. But one thing for sure, you looked and sounded beautiful when he fucked you. Your moans, your squirms, your tears of pleasure. All beautiful. Just like you. Sometimes he thinks it's the only thing he exceeds at. Making you feel good. Maybe he's finally good enough for someone, and he's glad that it's you. You deserve it.
He glances down at your, you're sleeping soundly, head resting on his chest. He smiles and kisses the top of your head before he expertly slither away from your hold.
Ben freshens up in the bathroom, then he makes himself a cigarette and smokes it in the living room of his chambers.
Then there's a knock on the door. “Soldier Boy… Mr. Edgar wants to see you.”
“Do you know what the fuck he wants?”
He shakes his head, “No, sir.”
Ben smacks his lips, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll see him when I have time.”
“I’m afraid the matter is urgent sir. He persists to see you immediately.”
He grunts, puffing out a ring of smoke. “I’m here if he wants to have a little chit chat.”
“I’m afraid he wants to see you in his office, sir.”
Ben groans again and muffles the cigarette in the ashtray. “Fine,”
After five minutes, Ben is in Edgar's office.
“You wanted to see me, Stan?” Ben drawls as walks in.
The man smiles cordially at Ben, “Indeed, I did. Please have a seat.”
Ben sits in the chair across from Edgar's desk. He puts a leg over the other, and leans backwards into the backrest of the chair, putting his arms on the armrest. Ben might as well be swinging his dick, so that little shit knows his place.
Edgar's lips are still curling in that sickening smile, “I see you're so fond of Ms. (L/N)...”
“She’s a good girl who makes me cum without regret.” He asserts, he doesn't want to display any kind of affection he harbours for you to anyone, especially this man. Because he knows they'd use it against him in some way. And he won't have it.
Edgar chuckles, unfazed by Ben's crude words, “I must say, you make quite the couple.” Ben raises his brow.
But the amusement in Edgar's voice vanishes and it turns cold, “Your satisfaction with this company is a priority to us as long as it doesn't contradict with its best interests.”
Ben's eyebrows furrow, “Meaning?”
Edgar slides open a drawer to his desk and fetches a file and gives it to Ben.
“Meaning that any gimmickry against you is against us…”
Ben opens the file and his eyes widen as they land on pictures taken of you with some… gal.
“That young lady is Lana Miller, a journalist who works for Daily Supes, a vulgar tabloid. A resource claims she and Ms. (L/N) had an agreement. I’m afraid your girl has betrayed our trust.”
Ben doesn't heed Edgar's words as he remembers you reading the same exact tabloid this morning. You. The leak was you? Ben closes his eyes then opens them again, an attempt to digest it.
But why? Everything he ever did to you millions of women wouldn't have even dreamt of it. He took you in, salvaged you from that cunt, made you his. Loved you.
Edgar's rolling his lips talking, but Ben doesn't catch anything of what the formers said. “...I hope you understand.”
“What resource?” Ben asks calmly, yet his teeth grit.
Edgar clicks his tongue, “Theodore Adana.”
Ben snorts. That old fuck, the leader of The Church Of The Collective? Vought can't just believe anything comes out of that fraud’s mouth. For all he understands Edgar attended Theodore’s grandchild's baptism. They named him Alistair for Christ's sake. Why would he accuse you of such a thing in the first place? Could he possibly be one of your previous clients? No, Jack had no business in pulling in religious leaders.
Confusion gnaws on Ben's stomach when he looks down again at your pictures with the Lana chick, and he doesn't like it.
“No,” Ben answers.
“Pardon, Soldier Boy…”
“I’ll handle it.”
It came down to his hands after all.
“But…”
“I said I'll handle it!”
When you wake up, you don't find Ben next to you in bed. Instead, you wake up to your line ringing like crazy.
You pick up the handle of the telephone. “Hello—”
“Everything’s fucking crazy, (Y/N)!” You hear Lana’s voice shriek from the other end, you lift the phone away a bit. Then your eyes widen when you realise it.
“Are you nuts?! Calling me here!” You sit up, hushing your voice in fear of Ben being out in the living room.
“What does it matter?!” She shrieks again, “You have what you wanted, the bastard who killed your brother is busted in the balls. Anyway, we should meet…”
“Like hell we are…” You hiss, “You don't know what's happening here, they're looking for the culprit and if they knew I was the mole, I'd be dead.”
“That’s exactly why we should meet!” She inveigles, “We should hit them again before they know it. I made you a deal for an interview tomorrow night—”
You silence her, “You did what?!”
“Like I said we need to talk, but not with Vought being on our asses.”
You contemplate your options and finally give in. “Okay…”
“Here’s where we're gonna meet…”
You don't know how you managed to slip through the tower's heavy security, but you did anyway. Lana's spot is a park where you two can blend in without causing much attention.
She waves a hand at you and you sit next to her on a bench. You scan the park again. It's buzzing with life, kids shrinking and playing in the yard, families on picnic blankets. Your mind swaps you and Ben with one of those families, conjuring a picture of you two having a happy normal life.
You could've had it, but you fucked it up.
“You did so well, (Y/N)!” Lana says, roiling that image until it perishes in your head. The high pitch of her voice already starts to grate on your gears. “I mean having him snorting some nasty shit… you nailed it.”
You're not sure you should compliment yourself for that. Guilt stabs in your chest, and you fight it. He killed my brother. You reason with yourself. You can believe you're doing this. The man took your brother's life and you're agonizing over what you did to him. He had it coming. Another type of guilt pierces through your chest. You’re practically trying to convince yourself of something you are ready to turn a blind eye to. You can't believe it. Soldier Boy must've really done a number on you.
“Congratulations! You put your brother's soul to rest now.”
But did you put yours by doing that?
You gather your purse and stand up, “I don't want to have anything to do with this or you anymore.” Maybe it's too late, but you said it anyway.
The pompous glee in Lana's eyes vanishes as she looks up at you, “What do you mean? You still have to fight! Do you think Vought will just cut you loose when they find out it was you?”
“Are you threatening me, Ms. Miller?” You spit.
She bolts up on her feet, “No, but I'm not the one who's acting like a cum bucket to my brother's murderer.”
You slap her.
“You fucking slut!” She hisses at you, grabbing her reddened cheek. “I should've never put my hand in a whore’s like you.”
You chuckles bitterly at her low blow. “That’s right. Whores like me can't be trusted.” You shrug, “Now if I hear anything from you and I mean anything… I'll burn you and your stupid tabloid to fucking ground.”
“You’ll pay for this…”
“I’d like to see you try, bitch.”
Lana scurries away and you smile in triumph at her cowardly retreat. You expected more fight, but whatever. You turn on your heel, and your smile wavers as they fall upon none other than Ben himself. You startle on your spot.
Whores like me can't be trusted. Those words echo in Ben's mind as he stares at you. He dressed casually and followed you since you left the tower. He heard everything.
“Ben…” You say breathlessly.
“Was it you?” His voice is stringent, leaving no room for lying.
You look down then up at him again. You nod.
Bitterness mars Ben's face for a moment before it regains composure. He can't show vulnerability. Not to you, not to anyone.
“Do you care telling me fucking why?” His eyes swirl with the pain of betrayal, and it pours down on your back like an ice bucket.
Your breath goes choppy before you regain your aplomb again. Even though your eyes sting with tears, your voice doesn't break as you answer, “You killed my brother. Six years ago, you and your pals burnt down a building while chasing villains, you left many casualties behind, he was one of them. But you don't care, do you?” Your tears break their tension and spill in two rivulets rolling down your cheeks.
A heavy silence envelopes you two, only interrupted by the children's happy squeaks.
You search his face looking for anything akin to remorse, regret, that he's sorry, anything… but you find nothing but hard green eyes piercing through your soul.
“Did you get your revenge?” He asks, voice stoic, icy.
You take a step forward, “Ben it's—”
He raises his hand up, stopping you, “Answer the question.”
“You killed my brother, Ben… I wanted to hurt you, somehow.” You say through your tears, “You have my brother's blood on your hands…”
“He wasn't the first and won't be the last.” He asserts, “People die when they come in my way, (Y/N).”
A vein pulses in your temple, “Die… just die?!” You snap, “Those people have names, Ben! Have families, people who love them!” You grit your teeth, your tears aren't stopping, and your voice isn't helping you as it's cracking, “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
You hate him for freeing you, for taking care of you, for making your heart beat, for making you question yourself, for killing your brother.
You fucking hate him.
“I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.” You do him as you did that bitch. They came and here they go, in then out of your life, like most people do.
With that, Ben leaves you, and you collapse on the ground, you cry your heart out on the grass. Some people try to help you, but you push them away. You sit there all day long, until you return to your original home.
You return to Jack.
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Okay I need to know why solmare is making some “choices” that aren’t good? But also a redo of an old post
Like first off.
Luke
Why the hell does my little boy have a body pillow like my wife?
Solmare themselves had came out and said he’s TEN yet do shit like this it’s not even funny it’s fucking disgusting that these are OFFICIAL MERCH FROM THEM
Like they could have been creative and made him something different like this
It’s not hard just give him a chihuahua pillow with a removable hat it’s not that hard
Secondly
THIS
I understand if new players haven’t played the original game but why put this here? Not to mention people can have their mcs act different in NB vs SWD like think of it like this let’s say mc forgot all their memories with the brothers completely but as they get closer to them it shows flashbacks from events that happened in the old game that way this wouldn’t be needed
And thirdly
The empty world building
Like don’t get me wrong we know a shit ton of things from devildom yet why have the world be so damn empty?? Like come on
Twisted Wonderland came out in 2020 now sure you can say that “it’s Disney they’ll have more people to help out” then what about arcana twilight?
That game out in 2023 and yes i seen a LOT of similarities between arcana twilight and obey me but they changed it mid way through the game i understand if people were upset about it but why harass them when they don’t sexualize a child as what Solmare is doing to Luke
I get not wanting to your favorite game get plagiarize but it’s just dumb especially when arcana twilight does what obey me is doing with their mc in that
Both mcs don’t have a body sprite
Your mc can be any way you want it to be
Both are non binary
Both have actual ties to the characters that beyond just romantic relationships
I get not wanting a game that is just a copy of another game but once you get deeper into arcana twilight and get closer to floor 13 it’s get better and more interesting but well never know that since the creators pretty much abandoned the game due to the harassment hell judging from my research arcana twilight is the only game were they have were the mc is non binary
Hell Storytaco has a game just like obey me with demons and all but it’s pay to play while arcana twilight isn’t as bad with getting gems
Now
THESE THREE
Now as of right now we all tomorrow at 6pm pdt for when season three of Nightbringer starts
HOWEVER
These three need to show up more than just one time then dip yes they are in events but why have them only show up in events and not the main story
Raphael in Nightbringer is a different story since he’s in the celestial realm but thirteen and Mephistopheles? There’s no excuse like come both of them are in devildom we can met with them and see them more why have it where they pop up once then fall of the face of the earth?
Why show three new characters if your not gonna give us anything much less have us interact with them less and less yes I get that obey me is center about the brothers but also us as the mc
Our interaction with the characters and our relationship with them while i can’t come up with something for thirteen but with Mephistopheles and Raphael there things there that need to be addressed
How does Raphael feel about knowing Simeon is no longer gonna be an angel like him?
His relationship with Michael after the brothers had fallen?
Is Raphael afraid to scared to get close to us because of Simeon and is he afraid that Luke will have to wake two people he cherish them most slowly die in front of him as he gets older?
What’s his opinion on diavolo?
These have been what circulating in my head. Now on to Mephistopheles oh boy I love Lucifer but not delusional enough to ignore what his prescience in devildom had done to Mephistopheles livelihood
How did his family react when they found out that Diavolo chose Lucifer over him?
Does diavolo know the pain he have caused choosing Lucifer?
What is life plan now knowing what he was raised to do was tossed out the window?
Is diavolo ever gonna address that issue and try and resolve it peacefully or is he gonna keep things how it is even if it could cause problems later on?
Will we ever know how Diavolo sees things with Mephistopheles and how he’s going to deal with that?
Do the brothers know why Mephistopheles is rightfully upset with Lucifer?
Are they never going get this resolved with these characters? Like it same with the other side characters we have so much insight about how they are and what they went through but at the same time we don’t it’s really jarring.
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me mc#obey me shall we date#obey me mephistopheles#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me thirteen#obey me raphael#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon
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I haven't seen the wwdits finale yet, and based on what I've read about it (critical praise, fan complaints, and some plot points), I don't know that I ever will. one thing (but not the only) that annoys me is this insistence that "nothing ever changes", like that's somehow been the theme of the show all along. but the truth is that didn't become the theme until season four. things very much did change in seasons one through three. guillermo was always a dynamic character from the start of the series, and the discovery of his van helsing side affected members of the household and created tension, ultimately leading to growth and a changing role for him in season three (which seemed to be largely retconned in later seasons). nandor was weary of his long life, which propelled a story arc leading to him leaving the household to travel. after guillermo's arc led to them becoming the new vampiric council, nadja took to power and ambition, and looked forward to what she might be able to do as she rose in status. laszlo's discovery of colin's impending death changed how he behaved toward colin, leading him to do the unthinkable - lie to and separate from nadja in order to take care of a newly birthed baby colin.
these were massive fucking changes in the lives of the characters. season three ended on the note that nothing would be the same. nandor believed he'd been abandoned, nadja was heading to england where she would be in a greater position of power, not knowing her husband had left her at the last moment and trapped guillermo into accompanying her.
and then the start of season four deliberately ignored all of these conflicts and stakes. nadja wasn't actually mad at laszlo. nandor wasn't mad at guillermo or laszlo. baby colin was still there, but by the end of the season, that wouldn't matter either. nadja's vampire council storyline was thrown away with a quick line and brief flashback.
I get that they probably didn't have the budget for something huge abroad, but some close-up exterior shots in some of the older streets on the east coast could pass for some english town, and the rest could be interior shots. the characters could even return to new york without immediately erasing all the conflicts set up at the end of season three. the only real answer for what we ultimately got was bad writing.
I often see people complain that the show went downhill after jemaine left, and I think that's always been more in terms of humor than plot because the season three plot built directly from the season two plot (in all honesty, the humor has been fine for me personally). to me, the writing started to decline after stefani left, and the writers that remained all got hung up on their own egos.
sometimes I wonder what happened behind the scenes. why did stefani leave? she's listed as the co-writer for the season four premiere (which is the start of what I'm complaining about here), but was already no longer an executive producer (no longer had creative control) and then disappears from the writing credits altogether. and, whether related to her or not, I've wondered what led to the writers deciding that, not only would nothing really change in the household going forward, but that the audience should feel foolish for believing things would change. after the disappointment of the writers just throwing away the season three finale, the audience was willing (largely) to go with whatever happened next, embracing marwa's character. only for that to be thrown in our faces by the end of the season. then came the mystery behind guillermo's failed transformation and laszlo's experiments, only for the latter to be dropped as if it never happened.
I don't understand the critical praise for this all being so clever, when it's really just the end product of writers who can write funny scenes and good individual episodes, but largely don't seem able to write actual arcs or plots. it's not just threads never getting resolved, it's also threads never connecting. it's not clever to consistently have no larger vision of what you're writing or not be able to maintain a long and cohesive plot.
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Heya Misfits! I've decided to write a quickie for ya. It just clicked in my mind, and I'm recovering from a cold, so what better way to get my creative juices flowing than with some fluffy cuteness.
Body Swap, Chaggie Style:
Charlie and Vaggie have a massive fight, Lucifer wanted the girls to stop fighting, so he shoots them with magic like a kid yelling at his friends and yelling, "Stop fighting!"
It was the start of a sad morning. A huge fight between Charlie and Vaggie caused the two to sleep in different rooms, making the others worried. Lucifer, being the sweet dad he is, decided to do some magic to ‘help’ the girls make up.
“Hmm?” Charlie awoke feeling heavier than normal. She dragged her figure out of bed only to go face first into the carpet. “Ow!” She groaned, rubbing her nose, but blinked, feeling a more angular nose than her usual black button nose. The princess started to panic and went to the bathroom mirror. “WHAT IN SATAN?!”
On the other end, Vaggie grumbled, sitting up rubbing her eyes, but when she opened them, she blinked. “What?” She could see out of both. However, that wasn't the only thing. She felt heat surging through her body, plus she felt something weird with her feet. “Aye meirda?!” She gasped once she moved the covers and saw red hooves.
Both girls stared at the mirrors, each seeing the other, Charlie saw Vaggie looking tired, as she saw the dark circles under her girl's lone eye. While Vaggie saw those beautiful ruby eyes puffy and swollen with the latter not bothering with switching to her red pajamas.
The fight played on in their minds, Vaggie had spiraled again with her self worth issues as yesterday had been particularly bad, and Charlie was too busy planning for the new hotel to recognize her girlfriend needed her.
Charlie felt the phantom pains act up and blinked wincing. “Fuck…” Her body trembled. “Oh Vaggie, why did I ignore you when you were in this much pain? Then again you always did know how to hide it..” She sighed lightly stroking the old scarring where Vaggie's eye used to be.
Vaggie in Charlie's body felt the stress and massive flux of emotions the princess had to deal with, plus the ever present demonic form that ached to come out, which red horns and a tail did peek through. “Charlie..” Vaggie sighed though blinked seeing the massive scribble pile on Charlie's desk. Carefully as to not burn any she peered over and stared. Surely enough it was so many apology notes with tear stains, drawn in many colors. Vaggie smiled a little, however her eyes widened seeing something under the notes, a small box labeled ‘For Vaggie, with love Charlie.’
“Better not, I can't seem to control what I set on fire..” Vaggie sighed with another fire coming onto the couch this time. “Shit!”
However when she was extinguishing said fire, she saw her own body come into view. “Oh uh hi..” Vaggie blinked, looking a little messy.
What happened next was Charlie tackling Vaggie and hugging her tight, and sure enough she looked like a cute crying mess. “I'm so sorry!” It was weird hearing her own voice as Vaggie blinked realizing how small she must look to Charlie.
It felt weird, yet Vaggie couldn't stop a demonic purr from escaping. “I'm sorry too hon..” She had to bend down to hold Charlie close.
The two stayed close to one another until another fire occurred on the carpet which made Charlie giggle. “Can't handle my pyrokinesis yet huh?” She asked as Vaggie grumbled. “Deep breaths, like this.” She smiled, showing Vaggie how to control the magic and the demon.
After a couple of deep breaths, Vaggie managed to stop setting things on fire for now. “And uh, how do you put these away?” She asked, pointing to the horns and tail.
“Hmm?” Charlie blinked though her wings popped out seeing the form. “Huh?!”
This got a flustered groan from Vaggie as she hid her face. Though this made Charlie give a devilish smirk. “Before you say anything babe, yes I do think your demon form is hot okay?”
“It is weird to see myself like this, but I will say, I do look pretty hot.” Charlie giggled again. “But since you're in my body Vaggie, can you see how I view you?” She asked though she struggled to fold in the wings.
Vaggie blinked but smiled softly. “I do hermosa..” She replied feeling the rampant emotions grow calmer. Though her expression grew sad, she was about to speak when Charlie placed a finger on her lips.
“Don't be sorry ok? If anything, this little experience has helped me understand you a little more even though I thought I knew everything.” Charlie grinned despite the trembling.
Vaggie looked at her hand and flexed her fingers. “I see what you mean sweetie, but here let me help you with my wings.” She smiled moving behind Charlie who blinked curiously. “Give them a stretch. Like imagine another set of arms on your back.”
Charlie nodded and did so, she smiled, able to move them a bit better, though couldn't help but flap. “These feel so weird but also very strong..” She grinned, turning around and wrapping both her and Vaggie in a cute wing cocoon.
Vaggie felt that black tail with a red heart in the middle of its tip slink over and wrap around Charlie. “Shit, your tail has a mind of its own!”
“Sorry about that, it's just you're like my rock Vaggie, you keep me grounded when I often get swept up in my own little world..” Charlie admitted though smirked as she lightly traced the tail. “I can see why you do this, it's fun seeing me get flustered huh?” She added being cheeky.
Vaggie grumbled feeling the shiver and blush. “I'll admit yes it is, but hon you haven't told me what you see from my view.” She answered changing the subject.
“Oh right, sorry.” Charlie giggled but blew at the bangs in her face. Getting the ok, Charlie closed her eyes in deep thought, she saw the darker thoughts of the self-hate, the guilt, and the need to be useful to Charlie. It hurt seeing this but Charlie opened the lone eye and looked at Vaggie with a loving gaze.
“You ain't alone in the self hate Vaggie.” She took hold of those hands. “But you're more than what you were back then, what I see now love, is someone who gets giddy over new weapons, loves tacos, can bark orders like a sexy drill sergeant, and most of all, I see someone who cares deeply for me and for everyone in the hotel, a kind yet stern person. Seriously meeting you was the best thing that's happened in my life.” She grinned though blinked, feeling teary eyed again.
Vaggie just stared but couldn't help it and grabbed Charlie holding her close in a big hug, nuzzling deep into her neck. “Oh Charlie…” Her voice came out cracking as she just sniffled.
However magic surged as the two switched back, making both let go and blink. “Huh..”
However the girls giggled and cuddled again enjoying the new found appreciation for one another. Vaggie felt those loving hands gently massage her back when the wings were tucked back in. “Hey, I know you're strong, but whenever these flare up, please don't hide it from me..” Charlie spoke softly, her natural tone being music to Vaggie's ears.
“If that's the case, please don't try and do everything alone hon, I'm the hotel manager for a reason you know.” The smaller woman replied, moving back to look up at those ruby eyes. “I support you with everything you do, but I can't help you if I don't know what's going on babe.”
“I know. Also sorry about your nose, I uh fell onto the carpet..” Charlie gave a sheepish grin though left a gentle peck on said nose.
Vaggie smiled softly. “Well I'm sorry about setting fire to our room, and… Seeing that little box.” She replied as Charlie gasped. “No, I didn't look inside.” The angel added, making Charlie sigh in relief.
“Good cause, it is a surprise..”
“Well can I see it now?”
Charlie beamed and nodded, poofing the box into her hands. “I took up a little hobby kinda like dad did, but I'm not very good, so..” She rambled, blushing.
Vaggie blinked but opened the box. To her surprise, it was the cutest little dark grey leather pouch with wings carved into the flap. The stitches looked a little crude, but it added a handmade charm to it. “You made this..?” She looked surprised, holding it.
“Yeah… It started out as a way to keep my hands busy since I kept digging my nails into my palm..” Charlie started to ramble as she giggled. “Next thing I know, I was having fun and making things. To which my dad kept snatching up for himself because he's weird like that.”
Vaggie planted a soft kiss on those lips to show her appreciation. “It's beautiful, hon, thank you..” The kiss made Charlie flutter, and she gave a love struck gaze.
The princess smirked and started to spoil Vaggie some more as things started to lead to the two getting hot and heavy. The hotel was fine. Sure, they can get in a fun love making session, right? After all, make-up sex is the best part of making up with your lover. Plus, Charlie wanted nothing more than to get her hands on her gorgeous girlfriend, and Vaggie couldn't help but indulge her since she craved that loving touch.
Thus the day went by in the new hotel, love was in the air once more as downstairs, Lucifer looked quite pleased with himself even if the spell was kinda a spur of the moment to get the girls to stop fighting. Though in his room, when he went to his closet, all the cute little leather objects Charlie made had come piling out, burying his royal ass alongside his massive rubber duck collection.
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#cute as fuck#starmoth#fluff#hurt/comfort#hazbin hotel fanfictions#rainbowspear#rainbowangel#hazbin lucifer
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returned to ask for the chayanne and phil headcanons
[reverb] CHAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE
qPhil headcanons masterlist
DO NOT FORGET CHAYANNE'S ROOTS OF STANDING ON THE VERY EDGE OF THE WALL DAY 1. This little motherfucker unlimited lives to give his papa a heart attack!! It is his fucking pleasure to be a menace!!
I've ranted about this before (can't find my post abt it) but PHIL DOESN'T REALIZE THE THINGS HE'S TEACHING HIS SON ARE UNHEALTHY FLAWS. THE BEING STRONG ALL THE TIME AND PROTECTING EVERYONE ALWAYS AND WHATNOT. HE DOESN'T REALIZE HOW DAMAGING IT CAN BE. STOP BAD DAD TRUTHING HIM, HE'S PASSING ON WHAT HE THINKS IS RIGHT BECAUSE THAT IDIOT EXISTS THAT WAY HIMSELF. GOD. THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY.
Chayanne is in kahoots with Lullah to convince Phil to do a hardcore project level build someday
They love sparring with each other so much. Phil loves giving his son tips and seeing him rapidly catch on & improve and Chayanne loves to see his dad in his element and thriving
Crow brain says Oh It's Orange? Okay, Gift For Chayanne Yesyes
Chayanne is the king of well-timed Orange Justices and they always crack Phil up
Phil has no idea but Chayanne is trying so hard to set things up so Missa has a perfect and uninterrupted opportunity to confess his feelings. Chayanne's happy regardless of if they stay platonic or go romantic but he at least wants his papa to get the chance to communicate with his dad
Sometimes Chayanne misses 1 on 1 time with Phil. It's nothing against Lullah (she actually Also desires 1 on 1 dad time), he just aches for the nostalgia of the early days. Phil taking him places and teaching him how to survive, the pleasant quiet and less tension. It's easier on Phil when he isn't watching two kids
The only reason Phil eats 3 square meals a day consistently is bc Chayanne exists. Btw Chayanne also loves making him snacks
He thrives on asking Phil wildly out of pocket questions. Like "where do babies come from" but more creative, less overdone. "What happens when we die?" type shit, things that make Phil do a double take and have a mini crisis
Chayanne wants to play irl fruit ninja with Phil but Phil hasn't been convinced to try it yet. (It IS working slowly tho)
Phil's lame dad jokes don't always kill Chayanne like they do Lullah so sometimes he resorts to low blows: Little German Boy memes
Sometimes Phil gets chased around the house with a spatula bc he's being a little shit or a self-deprecating idiot while Chayanne so happens to be cooking
They do something special together on Techno's birthday to honor him. There's no set activity/event they do, it's just whatever feels right and most genuine at the time. Chayanne always makes a big potato-based dish to offer on a little ofrenda though
They're both kinda playing the I Pretend I Do Not See It game with the whole,, Chayanne fighting Phil (EK) thing. "Ah yes you were fighting Ender King physically, not at all him in my body, I wasn't involved at all, you weren't hurting your dad's body and I wasn't trying to kill my son not at all haha yep, neither of us are at all fucked up about it what do you mean" 🥚🐤 🤝🏻 😁🐦⬛
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heya! i just rewatched your sc2020 video…again… and then found out you're on tumblr and, of course, immediately went to look if you've posted anything about sj aswell and found that post from *checks notes* 1.5 months ago - so, i guess what im here to ask is, would you mind elaborating on that?
im unfamiliar with marble blast (im so sorry i do not have the brainpower to watch your essay on that...yet) so the comparison you make is not particularly useful to me :v
also for context, i did contribute to sj, specifically playtesting and programming, so i do have Opinions™ (that im gonna keep to myself due to lack of anon ask (not a bad thing! i understand why you have it off)) and i wonder if those happen to bleed through to the player experience or if your gripes with it are something different entirely.
well, firstly, i have developed such a deep seated hatred of the celeste community that i haven't opened the game in months and i've considered just deleting my spring collab video multiple times, I'm not finishing any more of my maps because I don't want to make anything for these people. so i didn't actually finish SJ, I did everything up to & including the easy half of the grandmaster lobby though, and my take is that even with the few miracles I found within the map list, it would not have inspired a video essay on the level of the spring collab one if I'd played it first. it's just not as interesting, and not as rewarding to study. it represents a horrible misattribution of priorities that permeates the entire community.
in that video, i confidently say that spring collab is ALWAYS interesting, because modding culture is interesting even if it's interesting for being a little bad or revealing something about the author's proclivities. strawberry jam represents a near unanimous drive to remove authorship and make levels that are impartially agreeable, to make Celeste 2. it's only interesting when the mapper does something interesting on purpose, like Paint, Pointless Machines, Undergrowth, Summit Down-Side or Flipside Cliffside. a path of least resistance emerged in the time between SC2020 and Strawberry Jam, and experiencing it in this quantity made me forget what I liked about this game or this modding scene in the first place. the volume of creative gimmicks and varied aesthetics is huge, but each one starts to feel identical after being ground through this particular jank-averse process. I still have strong opinions about every map in SC2020, even the ones that might seem unremarkable, I can only barely begin to quantify the entire fucking C tier of my SJ tierlist. it's diverse on the surface but the substance is homogenous, especially intermediate through expert.
also in my SC2020 video, I talked about a certain tension that arrives once you get to the expert lobby, where the mappers had to create uncommercial levels of difficulty that rubbed against a similar apparent drive to make the player feel like they're actually doing the challenge & not just watching it. strawberry jam arrives at this conflict far earlier, the INTERMEDIATE maps and onwards are the ones that seem to pull between making interesting challenges while also having the player be an agent in those challenges. they want the intermediate levels to feel hard, look cool, and the solution is to just make them ridiculously constrained so the only way is the ~satisfying~ way. that's why I won't make a video about strawberry jam, because many segments in my spring collab video already serve as criticism for strawberry jam. it made the same mistakes again, but worse, and with far less of the things that made me love spring collab in spite of its flaws.
here's my tierlist, if there are any questions i'll try and qualify any of these takes with what i can remember from playing it. however, for reasons stated previously I won't be playing more so this is probably gonna be it.
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MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨
9/24 | Month 2 | Next Month | Month 1
Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!
Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!
Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE
BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!
Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨
Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—
OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3
Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️
There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~
THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️
My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—
But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭
And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;
(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)
Okay there we go~
As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~
But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG
Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️
I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;
I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.
I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!
Last Lil Segment Y'all
Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd
I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!
Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!
I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D
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acrobatically fucking pirouetting off the handle so hard i turn into my best friend
(page 607-614)
9/7/2009 Wheel Spin: Sburb Lore Verdict: i fucking wish :(
9/8/2009 Wheel Spin: Character Switch Verdict: HELL YEAH JOHN’S BACK !!!! :D
A couple of shorter updates compared to the bumper 13 pages on September 6, but it’s all relative, and would be silly to complain about.
The narration on p.607 tells Dave, ‘It is time to face your destiny.’ In the short term, this obviously refers to the trap that Dave’s bro has set up for him, but it also gets me thinking about whether destiny more broadly will play a role in this story, and if so, what Dave’s might be. On p.293, GG – who appears to have knowledge their friends don’t share – theorizes that saving the world is John’s destiny. Nannasprite in her exposition refers to John’s ‘purpose’ (p.427) but it’s left very unclear whether this is a fantasy-novel style Prophesized Destiny, or just a result of John choosing to play Sburb.
I think this might be intentionally vague in the story right now, either to allow for readers to theorize, or because Hussie hasn’t yet decided the exact nature of the story. However, when destiny is a theme in fantasy, a chosen one's destiny is usually to defeat a great evil. I think it'd be neat if Dave's destiny was actually to defeat Bro once and for all - probably the most evil character we've seen yet, and certainly the one who's most affected Dave's life - which would make this line on p.607 end up looking really prophetic and bringing things full circle.
I am wondering just how many Smuppets Bro owns, and what the turnover rate is like. There’s at least 20 in the puppet pile Dave’s stuck in, and a lot of them get sliced in half. Bro needs these for work and has a large collection to draw on at any time, but they’re regularly getting destroyed, so logistically I am imagining a large crate of a couple hundred Smuppets showing up at the apartment each week, which is a horrendous thought. No wonder they are in Dave’s dreams. The ‘puppets per square meter’ and ‘new puppets per day’ are probably much higher numbers than the equivalent for harlequins or wizards in John and Rose’s houses. If these decorative choices represent sources of alienation and anxiety for the kids this could suggest that Dave’s mental state is even worse than that of his friends.
Also I think that if Bro really wants to be Jigsaw so bad he needs to put some variety into his traps. Puppets every time is nowhere near as creative as the saw traps in the movie.
Page 611 repeats a Dave-Rose Pesterlog from p.522. I like when this happens – it clarifies where we are in the timeline, as well as giving the characters equal importance while showing both perspectives. Earlier when Dave referred to himself as ‘enrobed in chafing, wriggling god fucking damned puppet pelvis’ I did think he was exaggerating for effect, and was just describing the puppet-strewn living room with an overactive imagination. Reading this for a second time knowing that Dave is being extremely literal is very different – it feels like someone begging to be taken seriously and failing, instead of someone committing to the mutually constituted bit.
Dave’s bro referencing Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff – ‘where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPEN’ – on a sinister note pinned to the crawlspace hatch with a weapon feels really insidious. Taking this piece of art that Dave made and is proud of, and turning it into something threatening, is upsetting to me. What does Dave get to have for himself? Is there an aspect of his life that his bro doesn’t twist into something evil? Does Bro know about Dave’s friends, and if so, does he work them into his schemes too? And yet it’s effective despite all this – it does provoke Dave into action, jumping up and escaping the puppet prison, leaving Dave’s story on the cliffhanger of what exactly Bro wants to ‘make hapen’ as we smashcut to John.
I am very excited to see what John and Rose get up to and I hope it is not famous last words to say that it will surely be less disturbing than what is happening with Dave. At the very least, I feel lighter and freer knowing that I don’t have to think about Dave’s bro for a few days.
#homestuck#reaction#ahhhh i wrote this in the university library.... institutional access my beloved#chrono
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yandere(ish?) aro x whimsical (and probably fucking crazy) gn reader !
so gn reader has the power to induce hallucinations that can sometimes cause physical pain ! They can be used as distractions, cause the target to go insane from the wild sensations, or even cause the target’s mind to collapse permanently ! gn reader is kind of like mad hatter (idk what im saying as well) LIKE— they're whimsical, may or may not be crazy, spontaneous, creative, nd eccentric ! (just searched this on google😭😭) gn reader REALLY likes bullying teasing Caius a lot ! and they're kinda scary when provoked !
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❝here for a good time not a long time❞
✭ pairing : yandere aro x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) just happened to be a batshit crazy human turnt vampire, who also happened to be the mate of aro. Now if you thought he was bad get a load of her, she definitely gives this man a run for his money
✭ authors note : Ayo get a load of that picture of my man aro 👁️👅👁️ he looking real cute ain’t he ayyyyyye
✭ twilight masterlist 2
In the heart of Volterra, where shadows clung to ancient stone and the night whispered secrets, Aro ruled as the immortal leader of the Volturi. The centuries had molded him into a creature of unparalleled power and intrigue. Yet, even among vampires, there were mysteries that still eluded him.
Aro's existence had become a monotonous cycle of enforcing laws, observing the immortal world from the shadows, and seeking out gifted individuals to join his coven. While his life was filled with grandeur and luxury, there was an underlying sense of restlessness. Aro craved something more, something elusive that had remained beyond his grasp for centuries.
That elusive something came in a form he least expected—a whirlwind of whimsy and chaos that descended upon Volterra one fateful night.
(Y/N), a gender-neutral individual with a personality as unpredictable as a storm, had always been considered eccentric by human standards. They reveled in the absurd, relishing in the madcap dance of life, and were known to perform bizarre acts on a whim. To say they were 'bat shit crazy' was an understatement, for they seemed to have an uncanny ability to turn even the dullest moments into a carnival of chaos.
Aro first encountered (Y/N) during a late-night stroll through the dimly lit streets of Volterra. Their laughter echoed through the cobblestone alleys, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. (Y/N) twirled in the moonlight, their laughter infectious and their movements as graceful as they were wild.
Aro watched in fascination as (Y/N) performed acrobatic feats, juggling fruit with astounding precision, and turning ordinary objects into whimsical props. The absurdity of it all left Aro intrigued and utterly captivated. He had seen many things in his long life, but nothing quite like this.
It wasn't until (Y/N) crashed headlong into Aro's path that the whirlwind finally subsided. They looked up at him, their eyes wide with surprise, and grinned from ear to ear. "Well, hello there, mysterious stranger! Fancy a dance with chaos?"
Aro, usually composed and reserved, found himself at a loss for words. His cold, calculating demeanor momentarily shattered by the sheer audacity of this stranger. In that chaotic moment, as (Y/N) continued to babble and prance about, Aro's senses were flooded with an overwhelming revelation—a connection so profound that it sent shivers down his immortal spine.
(Y/N) was their mate.
Unable to contain his newfound excitement, Aro wasted no time in turning them. He leaned in, his eyes locked onto theirs, and sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s flesh. As darkness enveloped them, Aro couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of fate.
When (Y/N) woke as a vampire, they retained their whimsical personality, which now took on an otherworldly charm. Their laughter echoed through the Volturi castle, enchanting those who heard it. But it was their unique gift that truly set them apart.
With a mere thought, (Y/N) could induce hallucinations that ranged from delightful illusions to nightmarish phantasms. Their powers could cause physical pain, plunge a victim into madness, or even shatter a mind permanently. Aro saw immense potential in (Y/N)'s abilities, especially when Jane or Alec were unavailable to handle delicate situations.
Despite their penchant for calling Aro mean names in their peculiar brand of love language and engaging in a cruel form of teasing, (Y/N) had an undeniable affection for their mate. Their love was expressed through a blend of mockery and tender physical touches that left Aro both bewildered and strangely enchanted.
The bond between Aro and (Y/N) was a dance of opposites, an immortal saga that defied logic and embraced the whimsy of eternity. Little did they know that their union would soon become a cornerstone of the Volturi's power, adding a touch of chaos to the immortality that had grown all too predictable.
The sunless day in Volterra began as any other, with the members of the Volturi going about their immortal routines. Aro and his mate, (Y/N), had been inseparable since their transformation. Their whimsical nature continued to perplex and amuse the ancient vampire coven, but none more so than Caius.
Caius, the stoic and severe leader of the Volturi, had always been known for his impeccable fashion sense, stern countenance, and an icy demeanor that could chill the fieriest of tempers. Yet, his refined sensibilities were the perfect target for (Y/N)'s relentless teasing.
(Y/N) had taken it upon themselves to follow Caius around that particular day, a mischievous glint in their eye. They commented on his fashion choices with unrestrained glee. "Oh, Caius," they exclaimed, "I must say, that cloak does absolutely nothing for your complexion. Have you considered trying a different color?"
Caius, his patience wearing thin, merely gave (Y/N) a withering glare and continued on his way. But they weren't finished. They moved on to his hair, commenting, "Your hair, darling, it's positively stuck in the last century. Have you ever heard of a haircut?"
Caius clenched his jaw, determined not to let (Y/N)'s words get under his skin. They persisted, directing their whimsical torment at his face. "You know," they mused, "I can't decide if your expression is perpetually grumpy or if you've just forgotten how to smile."
His patience was wearing thin, but Caius endured. (Y/N), however, was far from done. They dropped their gaze to Caius's shoes, which were, in their opinion, the pinnacle of mockery material. "(Y/N)" they declared, "I wouldn't be caught dead in those things."
Caius finally reached his breaking point. He turned on (Y/N), his eyes blazing with an anger that rarely saw the light of day. "Enough!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the stone corridors of the Volturi castle. "Aro, come and get your insufferable mate!"
Aro, ever the picture of calm and intrigue, appeared in a flash, his crimson eyes locking onto Caius's furious gaze. "What seems to be the matter, dear Caius?" he inquired, his tone dripping with amusement.
Caius seethed, pointing a finger at (Y/N). "Your mate," he practically hissed, "has been tormenting me all day! I can't take it anymore."
Aro's lips curled into a knowing smile, and he turned his attention to (Y/N). "My love," he said, his voice laced with faux sympathy, "have you been bothering Caius?"
(Y/N) looked positively delighted, as if their mission had been accomplished. They nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, Aro! But don't worry, it was all in good fun."
Aro chuckled, then turned to Caius. "There you have it, dear Caius. (Y/N) was just having a bit of fun. You shouldn't take it so seriously."
Caius gritted his teeth, feeling thoroughly defeated. "This is insufferable," he muttered before turning and stalking away.
As Aro and (Y/N) watched Caius's retreating form, (Y/N) couldn't resist one final taunt. "Bye-bye, Caius, you old bitch!" they called after him, and Aro burst into laughter.
Caius's furious footsteps echoed down the hall as he disappeared from sight, leaving Aro and (Y/N) to revel in their whimsical torment. Their love was a peculiar one, built on mockery and affection, but it was a love that brought a touch of madness and laughter to the immortality of the Volturi.
As Bella and Alice found themselves in the intimidating presence of the Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, they couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension. The grandeur and power exuded by the ancient vampires was overwhelming, and they stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.
The atmosphere was tense, and the kings regarded the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny. Just as the silence threatened to become unbearable, an unexpected figure sauntered into the room, breaking the ice in the most unconventional way.
It was (Y/N), Aro's unpredictable mate. They entered the room with an exaggerated sigh and a dramatic eye roll, clearly unimpressed. "Felix and Demetri are no fun at all," they declared, their voice carrying a petulant tone. "I tried to play Uno with those two boomers, and they couldn't keep up!"
Aro, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection, couldn't help but smile as he watched (Y/N) complain about the lack of entertainment. He opened his arms, welcoming them with a warm embrace.
(Y/N), never one to resist the embrace of their beloved mate, crawled into Aro's lap, pouting exaggeratedly. "Nobody's fun around here," they mumbled, as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders.
(Y/N) couldn't help but chime in, a mischievous glint in their eye. "Oh, I didn’t know we had guest! Pleasure to meet you. Don't mind Caius; he's just a grumpy old vampire."
Caius raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by (Y/N)'s brazenness. "I beg your pardon?"
(Y/N) simply shrugged and continued to pout in Aro's lap. "Well, it's true. Your face looks perpetually grumpy. No offense. Actually no, take great offense to that you old hag!”
Aro couldn't suppress a snort of laughter at the unexpected turn of events. He patted (Y/N)'s head fondly, knowing that their unpredictable nature was one of the many things he cherished about them.
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I really only liked three or four things in the movie, and you have to, like, ignore all the stupid shit that was happening around those things for it to even be possible to enjoy them.
I liked Maria. I thought the actress was very good. I liked all the scenes with Maria they were cute. I liked Maria having skates. I liked Maria being into the stars, I thought that was a very creative way to twist her characterization from the games where she was looking down at Earth from space and speculating in what life is like on Earth, in the movie she's on Earth looking up at the stars speculating about which one Shadow came from. I liked that, it felt authentic to the games. Maria said all the things Maria from the games would say. She felt correct in a way that literally nothing else in this movie is.
And yet they completely removed Maria's terminal illness from the story. Nothing is ever stated or shown that even so much as vaguely alludes to her having a neurodegenerative disease, or any disease of any kind. Which, in the games, was her entire reason for being with Gerald in his top secret research facility. So in the movie, Maria is just in this secret government lab for literally no reason and no explanation is ever provided. Removing the illness completely nullifies her entire characterization as being a wellspring of hope and positivity despite being condemned to a short life, her thematic purpose in the narrative, her reason for existing where and how she does in the story whatsoever, and the impact she has on Shadow's character.
She doesn't even get any final words before she dies. She is a girl stuffed in a refrigerator in this movie in a way she never was in the video games. In the games her final words begging Shadow to bring hope to humanity and give all the people on that planet a chance to be happy has a permanent impact on his character and the story of the franchise as a whole from that moment on. She was cursed to die young and never have a true and proper life on earth, and yet she begs for the people on that planet to be given a chance to be happy. To be granted that which she could never have. Her life was stolen from her by the corruption of mankind, and yet her final wish is to bring hope to humanity. Her strength of will shines brighter than any star in the sky. Hokey and forced as it is, the line in the movie of "the light shines even when the star is gone" is true of Game Maria.
But in the movie she has no final words. Her desires and actions do not linger in Shadows heart and drive him to act in such a way to fulfill her wish. She literally just dies for no other narrative purpose than to make Shadow sad and provide him with motivation to do bad guy stuff until the end of the movie.
Maria was practically the only thing I liked in the movie no astrix. And yet the movie still ruined Maria. I have to ignore everything else around Maria insofar as what this movie does with her for it to even be possible for me to enjoy the cute flashback scenes between Maria and Shadow.
Aside from that - I liked the Super Sonic vs Super Shadow fight. That's something we've never seen in the games and it's pretty fucking cool. I liked the way the fight was handled with them knocking each other across the entire planet. It made my inner Dragon Ball Z fan very happy. But the movie ruins that fight too by cutting away from it for the sake of bad unfunny Jim Carrey "comedy", and also interrupts the fight for the sake of Sonic and Shadow exchanging incredibly badly written and atrociously performed dialog at each other. But conceptually the fight was cool, and for the maybe thirty seconds the fight actually is allowed to take place I enjoyed that.
I liked when Tom and Maddie agree to help Sonic and co. after somehow getting into like twenty different hobbies within the maybe ten hours at most that Sonic and co. have been gone. The comedic timing on them going "thank god, yes we're so in" was pretty funny and it made me exhale sharply from my nose. They immediately ruin this by explaining the joke though. They went through the trouble of having this overly obvious set up where they're like "yay we're enjoying our new hobbies now that the kids are gone =3 " for like a whole minute of screentime. Then Sonic jumps in and is like "GUYS WE NEED YOUR HELP!" and after a few seconds of silence they immediately go "thank god, we're so in." And it's funny, and the audience understands why it's funny, and that should have been where it ended. But the movie is garbage and thinks the audience is stupid, so they LITERALLY EXPLAIN THE JOKE by having Tails go "really? Just like that?" and having Tom and Maddie go "yeah, we were so bored." The movie literally cannot even have a single funny joke that it doesn't fuck up.
And I liked Gerald gaslighting Shadow. I thought there was a decent maybe 1% of this movie where Gerald actually acted like Evil Gerald. The scene where Shadow is questioning if they're doing the right thing (idiotic and nonsensical for his character to be doing that btw) by asking "is this what Maria would have wanted?" and Gerald responds by saying "it doesn't matter what Maria would have wanted, because they killed her." I thought that was good Evil Gerald. And when Jimbotnik tries to talk Gerald out of his plans to destroy the world by beseeching him on the merits of them being a family together (idiotic and aggravating for Eggman to be written this way btw) I liked how Gerald responded to that with "you're no Maria. When she was taken from me I lost my family. Now I want to burn it all down." That felt authentic to what grief and madness had reduced Gerald to in the game. A genocidal monster.
Those literal two sentences that I thought felt true to Gerald in the game are of course overshadowed by literally every single other scene in the movie where Gerald is just Jim Carrey acting like a jackass and absolutely none of it being funny. And those two sentences I liked are also undermined by the character Gerald is talking to in that scene being written badly.
So yeah I literally only liked four things in this movie and all of those things weren't even good either, so yeah. This movie has no redeeming qualities. It is the worst film in the trilogy. Sonic 1 did not improve upon the experience of staring at a blank wall for the same amount of time. Sonic 2 was cringe and annoying and fucked everything up but at least it passingly resembled the games from time to time. Sonic 3 is actively offensive and painful to sit through and treats the video game source material the same way a vulture treats a decaying corpse. As something to pick the decent bits of liver from and then leave the rest to rot. It is a repugnant, agonizing film. In a just world it would be reviled for the blight on humanity that it is, but unfortunately we live in a world where Micheal Bay Transformers movies made almost a billion dollars each at the box office. So instead of the correct and appropriate reaction to this film, people are claiming to have enjoyed it instead. C'est la vie
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the season six finale has officially become the lowest rated episode of 911 ever. here's my thoughts as to why season six as a whole is bad. this is long. it is needed.
objectively, the show has become repetitive.
kirsten reidel has no creativity when it comes to the storylines of buck and eddie. i am going to be focusing a lot on buck and eddie during this talk due to the fact that they have been the most neglected characters when it comes to relationships, and because there has been some serious, queerbaiting throughout the season alongside the worst of the show's writing.
this is our third love interest that buck has had that was representing one singular aspect of himself that becomes suddenly prominent due to the plot at the time. ali made buck realize that he needed someone who was going to appreciate his line of work and that it was a non-negotiable part of himself. abby served as a tool for buck to realize he could be in a serious relationship involving something more than sex. and now with natalia, she just represents this part of his life where he gets himself into near death situations and how to deal with them. these are all important aspects to buck’s personality and life; however, they don’t represent him as a whole.
buck deserves someone who knows him for all parts of who he is, and this show refuses to do that, because if we go from a logical standpoint, if eddie was a woman, and they still had the kind of relationship that they have now, they would be together. their personalities match, they are fucking coparent, and their lives are parallel to one another. 75% of their storylines outside of the emergencies at work are intertwined and coexist with one another.
the only other people with such interconnected storylines are the other couples and the families.
yes, hypothetically if they introduced a character who is basically like a woman version of eddie, and genuinely had this chemistry with buck then i wouldn't be mad. yet they actively choose people who do not have chemistry with him. especially with natalia having chosen a woman who failed a chemistry read with him (oliver) for a fucking romance movie. how are we, as an audience, supposed to ignore their lack of chemistry?
and i will say there was also something that happened in an interview with oliver that made me mad. as we have seen throughout the show, chris has become one of, if not the most, important person to buck outside of his sister. he fathers chris like he wished his father did to him. and oliver has even discussed this in interviews before, stating that buck is coparenting with eddie. but in his most recent interview, he made it seem like the idea of parenting is completely new to buck.
i don’t wanna put the blame on oliver, but the way that he is speaking so differently within such a short amount of time about these relationships, indicates that there was a change at some point. because during the second interview, it was very obvious that they were treating Buck like a second parent to christopher. they said that he was giving him the parental love that he never had. and now they are acting like buck has never experienced what it’s like to be a parental figure, which we have seen (and been told in the past) is the furthest thing from the truth.
before i get into eddie’s relationships, i do want to point out a couple things that also did make me mad this season that are smaller, but still important.
there was a scene between hen, karen and hen's mom when denny was trying to have a relationship with his father. hen's motherly "said that a boy needs his father". this is homophobia. it’s not even subtle. saying to two fantastic mothers of a child that that a child needs a father figure to grow up correctly. this show prides itself on having diversity, although a negligent amount. having a black lesbian family can go so far and be great representation. but now they are just throwing all of their work away by having this character say the most homophobic shit.
in general, the show is very good at not including repercussions of actions or situations. we have not gotten discussion about athena‘s father since the episode about him. they completely abandoned hen's medical storyline, giving an unjust ending that felt incomplete. and bobby’s storyline about that sponsor of his was just dropped like nothing. yes this happens a lot in procedural dramas. however, that doesn’t mean it should happen. this show is nothing without these characters, they make the show. yet, they set up all these gigantic plot lines only to not follow through or provide any insight about how it’s impacting the character going forward, leaving so many things feeling incomplete. and this leads me to eddie.
last time that we saw eddie date, christopher literally ran away from home to bucks because he was upset. and now, with zero resolution about christopher‘s feelings, with little to no talks about it, eddie has allowed chris to have information regarding a woman that he might possibly date before even dating her. this makes no sense for who eddie is as a person. his number one priority is his son, and he has made that clear several times that his son comes before dating. why suddenly is he spreading this information to christopher like it’s nothing? yes, chris has grown up a lot since then, but it was still an unresolved plot line that heavily impacted two of our main characters, but it was dropped like nothing.
i want to talk about the couch theory. oliver had hinted that the couch theory was very important and was going to come to a head at the season finale. i find it extremely difficult to believe that the couch theory that has been set up since the beginning of this season was created to be finalized with a character that we have seen for less than 10 minutes of screen time and has been in less than three episodes. you cannot begin to tell me that all of this work towards this metaphor that has been beautifully written is now just finished with a random character, that we know little to nothing about except her job. hypothetically, if we go with the idea that this was what it was meant to be from the beginning, they did a terrible job doing it. that is really undeniable. but if the originally story involved buddie due to the heavy involvement of eddie and chris in this metaphor, why change it? there have been undeniable parallels throughout the season and an almost frame by frame shot of buck and christopher doing the exact same thing on eddie’s couch, only for the answer to buck's "couch problem" to be natalia? i dont buy it.
as for this season six finale, it was a fucking disaster. for a drama about fire fighters, for all they have been through, a bridge collapse is nothing. there was no moment where i thought one of our main characters were dead. there was no intensity and very little emotion about the scene, except from maddie.
it was only made worse by the jumpcut at the end where all the characters are just fine. eddie had several broken ribs? nope, he's all healed, let him cheer and jump in the air. chim had a rod through his abdomen (that he proceeded to pull out because despite him being a paramedic, he definitely wouldn't know proper procedure)? he's perfectly fine, no mention of any repercussions of that injury. and cap had no injuries after being crushed by a literal bridge? of course, makes perfect sense!
when comparing this season finale to other plot lines like the tsunami, the earthquakes, the texas fires, the lightning strike, the firetruck on bugs leg, and countless others, this felt so subtle. and it was only exasperated by the last 20 minutes of the episode feeling incredibly out of place, like someone wrote it without seeing the first half of the script.
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in general, i think that if 911 continues to have the same show runners and writers from this point forward, it is going to be a repetitive nightmare of a mess of a procedural drama. it is no longer good, there is no creativity in the show anymore, they have created these backstories for all of their characters and refuse to follow through with them.
i have loved this show and the community of 911 since season two when I started watching it, and it is undeniable that there have been some masterpieces of storytelling in the show. nothing will ever beat the tsunami, or any of the "_____ begins" episodes. that is where they peak. they peak when they focus on their main characters and showing their history and how human they are. and yet with every new episode, they undo the work.
i don’t like to throw queerbaiting around for a plethora of reasons, but season six has changed my mind on that. if they truly created the couch theory just to have it end up with natalia, then why include buck being on eddie’s couch then parallels it to their son? why would you cast someone who failed a chemistry test with your main character to be that character's love interest? i legitimately want a reason. because at this point it is just homophobia. they don’t want to do the storyline because it would mean that two more of their characters are queer. and it seems like they want the minimum diversity possible. they already have one gay couple, so why have another? they already hit the gay diversity mark.
there’s a reason that this episode is the lowest rated episode of 911 of all time. If ABC does not listen to 911 fans, season eight will be the last season of the show.
#i could honestly go on but this is long enough as is#even if no one reads this#its nice to get all of my thoughts out#911#911 fox#911 rant#911 on fox#911 on abc#evan buck buckley#eddie diaz#henren#henrietta wilson#chimney han#captain bobby nash#911 season 6#911 season six finale#911 spoilers#911 show#buddie#lindz rants
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Then Beg
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“Please, Owen,” Curt gathered his partner’s hands in his own hopefully, “Please, I’m begging you.” Something in the air shifted and Owen slowly withdrew his hands from Curt’s. “Are you?” He cocked his head, “In my opinion, if you were begging, you’d be on your knees.”
Hi folks! I'm swamped with assignments and trying to beat writer's block off with a stick, so this is just something small to keep the creative juices flowing. It's yet another fix-it fic because apparently I can't write anything else for these two and also Owen deserves a hug. If it's bad, no it's not I just refuse to edit it. Hope that y'all enjoy!! <33
Special Agent Curt Mega let his gun clatter to the ground. It went against all his training, against every instinct screaming at him to pull the trigger and finish the job. He was never going to be able though, was he? No matter how many times he told himself that this wasn’t Owen, that the Owen he’d known had died due to his arrogance four years ago, Curt couldn’t bring himself to separate the man he used to be from the man standing in front of him.
For his part, Owen watched the gun fall with mild curiosity, either completely unsurprised or doing an excellent job of hiding it. For all Curt knew, this could’ve been one of the many outcomes Owen had expected and planned for, and he was simply waiting to see how it turned out.
“I won’t.” Curt’s voice echoed through the room, “I won’t do it.”
A small sigh escaped Owen’s lips, the small noise carrying impossible weight, “Won’t do what, Curt? What sort of holier-than-thou bullshit are you going to pull this time?”
And God. In that moment he sounded so much like the Owen that Curt had once known, the Owen that Curt had fallen in love with and grieved all those years ago, that it hurt. Flashes of missions sounded in that question, the fond exasperation now replaced with a weariness that Curt ached to hear.
Now that he’d noticed it, Curt couldn’t help but recognize the other ways in which his partner had changed. His already perfect posture had taken on a forced quality, like the gentleman charm that had used to come so effortlessly to him was now being dredged up by force. Like with every breath that Owen took, he had to remind himself to stand tall, to not show weakness.
That’s what happens when you have to put your body back together after falling several stories and then being exploded by a bomb detonated too early. Not to mention everything he probably went through afterward, waiting for you to come save him while you were too busy drinking and feeling sorry for yourself.
The thought came unbidden, and Curt let it twist the knife already buried hilt-deep in his chest. He’d done this to Owen, he deserved the pain that came with that knowledge.
There are other things. Smaller things. Like a few extra wrinkles around his eyes, scars that weren’t from their missions together, a slower drawl to his voice alongside just the slightest softening of the accent that Curt had loved.
All things that Curt hadn’t been there to see.
“I’m not going to kill you, Owen. I can’t.” Curt sucked in a shuddering breath, “I won’t.”
And Owen laughed at him. It was jarring because that, at least, hadn’t changed. He’d always laughed with his whole body, as though the mirth simply couldn’t be contained in him. Currently, he was folded over at the waist, wiping away tears from where they’d gathered as his laughter took on a manic tinge.
Curt hesitantly leaned in, “Uh, Owen? What—”
“Why the fuck not?” Owen was looking back down at him, a wild gleam in his eyes, “You’ve already done it once! It didn’t seem too difficult from where I was standing. Or, well, falling. Why don’t you just do us both a favour and put me out of my misery?”
All energy had seeped out of him by the end of his plea, and Owen was leaning on the railing, gazing down with what almost seemed like longing.
Curt had never been more terrified than he was at that moment.
Curt took a step forward, empty hands held out in front of him. “Owen, no. Just come back with me, we can figure things out! It’ll be just like old times, alright?”
That snapped Owen out of whatever was going on and he straightened back up, glaring down at Curt as though he hadn’t just asked him to kill him.
“Curt, I am never going back with you, okay? You left me. You watched me fall because of something you did and you didn’t even try to come back for me.” Owen dragged a hand across his face in a desperate attempt to reign himself back in, “You don’t get to say that things can ever be the same because they can’t. Not after what you did.”
And he’s right. Curt could never really make up for what he did, but he could damn well try.
Owen was tired, that much was obvious. He was worn down to the bone and barely had enough to keep on going. It was as though all that anger that had kept him going had just gone up in smoke and he was left with a few smouldering coals.
He stepped forward again, now just one step below Owen, and he noticed one final thing.
The spark in his eyes was gone, and that hurt more than anything else.
“Please, Owen,” Curt gathered his partner’s hands in his own hopefully, “Please, I’m begging you.”
Something in the air shifted and Owen slowly withdrew his hands from Curt’s.
“Are you?” He cocked his head, “In my opinion, if you were begging, you’d be on your knees.”
Well, that wasn’t a no, and Curt Mega had lost the last of his dignity in the weeks following the death of the only person he’d ever loved.
So he sunk down to his knees.
The cold metal stairs bit into his legs and something pressed into a bruise that hurt like a bitch, but Curt never looked away from Owen’s face. His mouth had fallen slightly open, the first sign of shock finally making itself known.
Of course, Owen hadn’t expected Curt Mega to debase himself like this, to physically lower himself to Owen’s feet.
Owen should know that he’s not the only one who’s changed. Curt spent every waking, and most sleeping, moment wishing for just one more chance. He vowed that he would do anything for Owen, would march right into Hell if it would give him even the smallest opportunity to fix what he’d broken.
He was going to do everything he hadn’t on that staircase four years ago.
“Owen,” Curt began, “I’m on my knees, I am begging you to come back with me. I fucked up. I made mistakes on mistakes and you took the fall for it.”
Literally, a voice whispers. Curt decides not to say that out loud.
“I spent four years grieving you, all I wanted was to go back and change everything, to just listen to you for once in my goddamn life. I know I can’t even begin to make it up to you but I’m sure as hell going to try.”
Owen still hadn’t moved, looking down at him with an indistinguishable expression. He didn’t try to say anything which worked just fine for Curt because he wasn’t finished.
“I’m listening to you now, Owe,” A hitch to his breath, a glimmer in his eye, “I heard everything you said about acting. About falling so deep into a role that it consumes you. And this?” Curt gestured around them, “This isn’t you!”
A huff, “It’s been a long time, Curt. I’m not the man you thought you knew.”
He looked almost sad as he said it, and that’s when Curt knew that he couldn’t give up. He couldn’t run away again.
“Maybe not, but I still know you. I know how you wrap yourself up so tightly in someone else’s skin because it’s safer. I know.” Alright, this position is really starting to hurt, time to wrap this up, “You don’t have to be him anymore. The Deadliest Man or whatever you called yourself isn’t going to protect you anymore. You are Owen Carvour. You’re brave and intelligent and you chose this life so that you could protect others. You don’t kill for the sake of it, certainly not 1147 people.”
“Oh please, Curt,” Owen’s voice cut through his speech, “You should know by now that that’s a fabrication. What use would killing young women serve me? It simply solidified my status as someone to be feared, someone who’d left his heart behind long ago.”
He reached down a hand to Curt, a tentative step in the next direction.
Curt took it.
“Exactly!” Curt moved so that he was standing on the same step as Owen, close enough that he could feel the stuttering puffs of air against his face, “You don’t have to be him anymore! I know that I fucked up. I know that you might never trust me again. But I am begging you to at least let me try.”
Silence rang. Curt was studying Owen’s face so intensely that he could see when something shifted. When the mask finally dropped.
The Deadliest Man no longer stood in front of him. There was no more rage, or cruelty, or fight, really. All that was left was a man with a broken heart and a broken body who’d spent the last four years doing anything he had to in order to survive.
Tears filled Owen’s eyes, and he let them fall as he gave a small nod.
Curt pulled him in without hesitation, cradling him to his chest despite the height difference. He rubbed a hand soothingly down his back as he cried, wincing when he could feel the knobs of his spine, the way his ribs jutted out just slightly.
“I’m—I’m just,” Owen’s voice cracked and Curt held him tighter, “I’m just so tired, Curt. I can’t bloody do this anymore.”
Gently, carefully, Curt pressed a kiss to Owen’s forehead, trying to pour all the love and relief he felt into that single action. Everything was worth it when Owen sunk into his arms just a little more.
“You don’t have to, okay? I’ve got you now. I’m never going to leave you behind again, I promise.”
And there, on a staircase not dissimilar to the one from four years ago, Curt vowed that he’d never let Owen fall again. He would always be there to catch him.
#fanfic#spies are forever#agent curt mega#owen carvour#fix it fic#yes again#fuck off i can do what i want#owen carvour needs a hug#and i fucking give one to him#tw sui ideation#alluded to#curt doesnt fuck it up this time#curtwen
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so excited for some cute little fluff (that better be what this is) (also tysm to the anon who said they loved my live reacts and i made their day, you made my day by saying that! ily baby!)
Anything Azzi wanted—or even thought about wanting—Paige made sure she had it.
this is the situation irl and im convinced
Paige would drop everything to sit by her side, holding her hand until Azzi's world felt steady again.
guys what why do i want to cry
She loved her so deeply it used to scare her sometimes.
so scared of this happening to me bc i know im the type of person to get in this situation😬
But Paige was also human. And everyone messes up sometimes.
say it louder for the old men on twitter shitting on her game
knowing she was going to pay for whatever they decided on.
paige is legit the team's sugar mama lmao
Azzi 💗: Well I guess that’s a no to the date
babe you've been on delivered for like 10 minutes don't be freaking out
Ice chimed in, laughing. “Azzi, you better send us some cowboy hats or something. Donate to the cause!”
i love icey ik that's an unpopular opinions apparently but like she's so cutie baby i love her
“Paige’s girl is calling during the live? 👀” “Not Siri exposing Paige rn 😭😭😭.”
the type of shit i'd be commenting
The two of them were always bad at being subtle when it came to Paige and Azzi.
ice if there was an award for outing p and az the most: 🙋♀️🏆
“I don’t really want to hang out with you anymore.”
respecfully azzi it seems like this is the kind of thing you can let slide seeing as how perfect p is to you 99.9% of the time
But Paige didn’t answer. She quietly buckled her seatbelt, her eyes flicking to the live chat on KK’s phone. Comments were flying in.
ik these fucking hoes are gonna be in the comments like "omg they broke up" like please guys what
But when they pulled up to a flower shop, the sign out front indicating it was about to close, KK finally ended the live.
this girl. it's like 9 pm.
“Paige!” the woman greeted warmly. “You’re just in time. What can I get for you today?”
the florist knows her by name. if this doesn't beat the player p allegations idk what will.
Paige’s heart sank when she noticed the faint redness around Azzi’s eyes, a clear sign she’d been crying.
princess don't cry you're perfect and i love you
“I wanna sleep alone tonight.”
sorry but respectfully azzi is pissing me off in this story
“Az, you act like I don’t care about us. I’m always thinking about you, no matter where I am.
clock. it.
Once in four years!”
it is so valid for p to be saying this idec
“I love you too… I’m just mad right now.”
i feel like i'm being stabbed slowly
The room was completely covered in flowers. Vases, bouquets—there were everywhere, sitting on her desk, lined up on the floor, spilling over onto her nightstand.
oh my god it's the 1,000 yellow daisies from gg
“Paige what… how is this still here? They’re supposed to have everything at the next location already for tomorrow.”
she's so perfect and cute i love lover p
“Yet, here you are still my girlfriend after all these years.” Paige teased, smirking.
in it for the long haul
The two of them continued their private tour, hand in hand, stealing kisses between pieces of art and basking in the quiet intimacy of the night Paige had created just for them.
and it ended better it would have been in the first place. cuties
hey author, this was so adorable! i'm loving all these one shots, they're so cute and i feel like you get to show off ur creativity as a writer.
hoping everything is okay with your girlfriend and you know you can always talk to me!
lysm bb
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this is the situation irl and im convinced
it’s definitely their situation irl
so scared of this happening to me bc i know im the type of person to get in this situation
no i definitely do not recommend. happened to me once and it turns you into a horrible person for a second
i love icey ik that's an unpopular opinions apparently but like she's so cutie baby i love her
i love isuneh so much and i hate that it’s an unpopular opinion because that’s bookie butt fr
i loved writing lover p it’s so nice because they always tryna make her a whore i did once 🫣
ily and i love your reaction like always 🍉
i need some more one shot ideas lowkey
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