#-AND FORCING THEM TO USE THEIR POWERS TO UNDO THE HARM THEY CAUSED

[fruitsofhell]

Being liable to be bombarded with random bad dunks on Steven Universe anytime I listen to cartoon analysis people talk about literally anything has gotta be some sort of human rights violation.

[writers-potion]

Healing

Most religions have a form of healing magic - it may be called "faith healing" and "miracle".

Some healing magic is subtle, strengthening he body's own immune defences so it can fight off infections, cancer cells and hormonal imbalances. In such cases, this might not be considered magic by others.

Dramatic, sudden healings attract a lot of attention and will run into many ethical dilemmas:

What if the magician is kept in captivity to keep the king young, forever?

What if the magician is forced to heal armies that are doing terrible things?

What if the magician only heals those in power/ who can afford to pay them?

In modern society, it is possible for the line between healing magic and life science to be blurred. Magic might simply amplify existing medicines, or provide luck to surgens who are performing a particularly tricky operation.

Protection

Many people seek magical protection, and hire magicians to provide it.

A farmer might seek to protect his crops

A mother might seek to protect her offspring

A courtesan seeks protection from her lover's wives

A soldier who seek protection from attacks.

Methods through which it may be achieved:

Using an amulet, necklace, or other tools that must be carried

A mark or tattoo for protection

A circle or physical barrier surrounding the client

A blessing that wears off with time

A protection spell that can be memorized and used only once.

Talismans and Amulets

Talisman and amulets give magical enegy to the people who wear them. They are two different objects, so it's best not to get them mixed up if your story has both. The follow categorization is fluid:

An amulet gives general help, while a talisman serves one specific purpose.

An amulet keeps harm away, while a talisman empowers the wearer.

An amulet is motly secular, while a talisman typically contains divine/angelic/spiritual energy

An amulet usually works for whoever that wears it, while a talisman is custom made for one user.

An amulet deflects negative energies, while a talisman attracts positive ones.

They are generally small objects that can be worn or carried. They have symbols on them which charges them with magical power.

In ancient societies, amulets and talismans were big business, with magician earning large sums by making and recharging them.

Guarding Against Harmful Magic

Using magic to harm or kill others is generally frowned upon. However, the magician may accept the job of hexing or cursing someone, given that they are paid well.

Hexes and curses

A hex is worked in cold blood, unemotionally. A curse involves intense emotions.

A hex lasts for a given period, then wear off. A curse may last a lifetime or even generations.

A hex is usually secular, while a curse often has a religious element (placed by or on behalf of a deity)

A hex is usually Low Magic while a curse may be High Magic

A hex is always worked by a magician while a cuse can sometimes be worked by a non-magician

A hex can affet an object or a person, a curse almost always affects a person.

Hexes tend to cause great nuisance, while curses bring long-term devastating harm.

Protection against magical attacks

The afflicted person may seek to undo the hex or spell, often at a high cost (even life)

Rituals may either aim to deflect other magical attacks, get rid of the attack, or send the spell back to the sender.

Sometimes, placing a curse or hex has a consequence to the caster, and this will deter a magician from doing it in the first place.

The client may pay to lessen the impact of a curse or seek drugs to ease their pain under it.

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[stilltrails]

Rings of Power is subverting a lot of the racism & prejudice against colonized people that Tolkien wrote into his world, and it's not often talked about. Especially in regards to his racism.

(I deleted the part about antisemitism because I am not Jewish and shouldn't be speaking on that! But if there are any Jewish fans who wanted me to add it again, I will. I just didn't feel comfortable, especially since I kept in tripping over my words)

I wanted to start first by highlighting Silvan elves--especially Arondir. Who ironically happens to be played by a person of color, while the High Elves are all played by white actors. I believe this was intentional in order to spin the typical canon on its head.

This is namely because Silvan elves are said to be less wise than their Noldor counterparts. There's been so much fandom conversation about Noldorian colonization and how silvan elves being seen as lesser has some prejudice attached to it, especially in regards to the High Elves vs the Silvan. Again, Legolas gives us great PR for the silvan elves, but so does Arondir. Who takes on a more serious, commander role than Legolas was ever able to. He's put into a position that Legolas never got to be put in, and in doing so, acts wisely and less dangerous.

Amongst all of the Noldor elves in Rings of Power, Arondir, a Silvan elf, is the one with the head on his actual shoulders. Not Elrond, not Celebrimbor, not Gil-Galad, and certainly not Galadriel. This elf who comes from a 'less wise' race as opposed to his Noldorian counterparts, who came to Middle Earth majority because many of them believed they were entitled to rule, is able to think more clearly and rationally than all of them combines. While the elves of said ruling families do not.

Arondir is also able to lead people without believing himself entitled to them. He doesn't guilt trip them, he doesn't force them to fight with him, and he doesn't think they owe him anything later on in the story. And when his own prejudice comes up, Brownyn corrects him.

On Galadriel, her colonialist mindset is directly challenged in this show. While it's sprinkled upon in the books, we get to see her knocked off of her high horse by another Queen (also played by a person of color), and when she does eventually get the army she wants, we get to see how terribly it goes for her.

Galadriel was a character who believes she's entitled to so much because she's an elf and because her storyline matter more than anyone's else, and when she gets what she believes she's entitled to, she cannot handle it and ends up causing so much more harm than good.

Many people criticize the Rings of Power for having base level activism in terms of casting people of color. But if you pay attention to the stories written with the characters, you can see how it's undoing some of the harm tolkien himself did. And i don't that's discussed enough.

There a lot more to talk about in terms of the show actively challenging the racism in the text, and perhaps i'll go into more detail with that with quotes from the Silmarillion, The Hobbit, etc., but for now I just wanted to get this out.

[fantasygerard2000]

The main defense Magnifico simps use for their pwecious babygirl, that isn't being a dick to seventeen year old teenager, is this Book of Spells. This defense however fails to explain his already negative traits even before he used the book, or why he even has it in the first place.

So the book contains powerful magic that any magic user can use to amplify their own powers. However, the book's contents contain spells that are used for evil purposes. It even informs the reader that once one embraces dark magic, they commit to it.

Because we are never given any info on how or when he got the book in his possession, we can cue in the fact that Magnifico studied magic to become a powerful sorcerer, so he has access to anything that is magic while training and may have obtained the book after learning of it. He already knew it's contents are dangerous, suggesting he learned its dark purpose, however with him wanting to make himself even more powerful, he still kept it within easy access.

Now the catalyst of him embracing its dark contents was resulted by Star arriving to Rosas. Ever the paranoid, he feared that a being more powerful than him came to undone what he built. He considers using the book out of rage over himself for not being powerful enough or not knowing enough to know the cause of Star's light. Had it not been for Amaya to console him and suggesting him to look for his subjects for guidance.

The second catalyst of him accepting the book's contents and magic is when his own subjects fail to give what he wanted, an easy answer to who caused the light so he can snuff it out. Instead, they start questioning him about the system he created. To him, he sees this as an act of ungratefulness.

The third and final catalyst is when he punishes Asha for "stealing" from him by crushing her mother's wish right before them. He finds out that crushing the wishes amplifies his magic. At this point, he embraces dark magic completely and uses books contents to create a scepter so he can use to it absorb star and make himself even more powerful.

Magnifico was already a narcissist by the time he appointed himself king of Rosas, creating the wish system so that his subjects praise him with false promises. When he learns that a magical being much more powerful than him arrives, his paranoia of losing his crown takes over him as he resorts to using dark magic so that he can snuff out this threat and remain in power. When he founds out what the wishes can do, he fully abandons his own wish system entirely and focuses on getting Star so he can use their powers.

His magic backfiring and absorbing him into his own staff may are consequences of using a spell to absorb a being of magic. This bit is very hypothetical, so hear me out with a grain of salt. The kingdom of Rosas wishing for Star amplifies Star to escape the staff, as Star and Magnifico are already equal in terms of magic by the climax, Star just doesn't want to use their's to harm anyone. So the staff, programmed to do what it's made for, absorb Magnifico because he had powerful magic. With the staff made to make sure the being its sealed in is unable to escape, it's highly probable that any being with magic cannot use it once they're sealed.

Another bit that is somewhat related is Amaya's denial over her husband embracing dark magic and has hopes that there is a way for them to bring him back. She says that it has a hold on him, suggesting that she thinks the book is responsible for her husband's use of it. Once she learns that they cannot undo Magnifico's own actions, she forces herself to accept that her husband has embraced powers and ambition over her and their people.

Another minor detail for Amaya's underrated ark and also being unintentional meta for Magnifico simps being in denial that their blorbo is evil and blames the book for his own actions. And scapegoating Asha.

[light-speed-saint]

The door to Ashley’s building is locked, but I have runes to fix that. I keep a hold of the knob to make sure that it doesn’t slam as I step silently over the threshold. I put my weight slowly on to each of the steps that lead up to Ashley’s apartment, so that their creaking doesn’t betray my presence as I climb. Another quick set of runes undoes the lock on the door to her unit, and lets me slip silently inside. 

The living room is a mess. It has Soft pink walls cast in the unsteady glow of candlelight, with all Ashley’s furniture and belongings shoved against the wall or piled on to her desk, making space for a circle of salt. Within the circle are four candles, one for each cardinal direction. Only three are lit. Ashley is on her knees, setting her lighter to the fourth, the west candle, when she catches sight of me. “Already come to beg for this pussy?” She stands slowly, showing off the way her too small tank-top and the linen of her long skirt cling to her lovely curves. Her eyes sparkle in the half light, luminous with arrogance and triumph as she brags “I hoped you would last a little bit longer, the spell I put on you must be more—” 

Ashley’s words are cut off as I grab her throat, keeping my grip just tight enough to make her fight for each breath. I push her backwards; forcing her into the middle of the ring of salt and flame. She yelps as I spin her around and starts to struggle as I gather her wrists at the small of her back. She fights with a wild and desperate abandon, but I am strong enough that its not even an inconvenience. When she settles down, I wrap the tape, slowly and carefully, around her wrists. Even in the heat of my ire I don’t want to cause any lasting harm. 

Only when she is bound do I let my hands start to explore Ashley’s body. I pull her close so she can feel the solidness of my body against hers, and the slow powerful movement of my sinews when my hand slip under the hem of her tank top. I savour the soft skin of her belly against my fingertips, the supple weight of her breasts in my palms. My thumb passing over her nipple is all it takes to make Ashley squirm and whimper. 

“This will be easier for both of us if you’re a good girl who doesn’t resist.” I whisper into her ear. Ashley believes me. She trembles but sinks compliantly as I guide her onto her knees and then lay her gently on her back, right in the middle of her casting circle. My knife flicks out, its blade flashes orange, red, and silver in the candlelight. I cut slowly through Ashleys tank top, listening to the low tearing sound of the threads like it’s a sonata, then slide her skirt and her panties down from her hips with one smooth motion, feeling her shake as I do. 

Lying naked and bound, Ashley is helpless to stop me from indulging my most animalistic desires. But my stealth and my spells serve a deeper purpose. Ashley’s lip shakes as I touch the point of my knife to her collar bone. I am careful not to draw blood as I let it drift slowly down her chest, letting Ashley feel the bite of steel on her tender skin as I tell her “You tried to put a love spell on me.” 

She doesn’t speak as the knife moves between her breasts. When she finally gathers the courage to say anything Ashley says “I’m sorry, okay! let me go and I’ll—” 

“Do you know how to break a love spell?” I ask, as my knife flows down Ashley’s belly in a lazy zig zag. 

She struggles a little then moans in frustration. “No.” She admits. “I just cast them.” 

“There are two ways.” Ashley’s eyes glitter as I slide my fingers past her lips, into her mouth. “The oldest one is called ‘pricking the witch.’ Essentially you draw blood until all the casters magic is gone.” I stay silent a few seconds, letting Ashley feel my knife against her skin and the pressure of my fingers in her mouth; the swift beating of her heart. I look into her eyes as I flip the blade away. “But I don’t like such messy and outdated methods. There’s a newer, less gory way to handle the situation you’ve put us in.” I pause again, run a hand down from Ashley’s throat. I explore, caressing and groping. Playing with her breasts as she trembles. Then my hand glides down Ashley’s stomach and along the curve of her hip. My fingertips reach the edge of her vulva where I move them up and down in a slow, teasing motion. In a gentle whisper I tell Ashley that “You got us into this predicament, so I am going to let you choose how we get out. What will it be pretty girl? The new way, or the old?” I flash the knife out once more, its edge glinting in the half light. 

“The new.” Ashleys voice is soft and breathy as she begs. “Please please please the new.” 

“I hoped you would say that.” I smile down at my helpless captive. 

I roll Ashley onto her back, taking the opportunity to squeeze possessive fingers into the vulnerable flesh of her ass and pulling the cuffs from my bag before carefully cutting through the tape. The floor is hard, I don’t want my victim injuring herself as she squirms. There are four cuffs, each one connected to a ring of steel by a leather strap. It all forms an X that will hold Ashley in place while I work my spell. Because she is compliant and stays still, I can take my time with the cuffs; making sure that each one will restrain my beautiful captive while allowing for blood flow. When I am satisfied with my work, I turn Ashley on to her back once more. “Now pretty girl, the real fun starts.” I take out the jar of ink and place it on the floor, keeping it within easy reach but far enough away that Ashley won’t knock it over when she struggles. And she will struggle. 

The ink itself is cold and viscus, Ashley shivers when I touch it to her skin. “What are you going to do? Torture me until I recant my spell?” Her voice is defiant, but I can feel Ashley’s heart galloping with fear as I draw a circle over her chest. Within the circle I draw four diagonal lines, adding a fifth horizontal line would complete the star and make a pentagram, but its not yet time for that. Outside the circle at each point of the unfinished star a draw sigil. One each for Hekate, Athena, Aphrodite, Hades, and Dionysus. 

I wipe the excess ink from my fingers onto Ashley’s thigh and take a vibrator from my bag. I set it on low and make a slow circuit around Ashley’s clit as I tell her that “Pain can be a useful tool in magic, but its clumsy and doesn’t suit my purpose.” Ashley shivers as the first sparks of pleasure flash in her nervous system. “You can break people more profoundly using ecstasy.” I say, keeping the vibrator in place but leaning in close to whisper “And I am going to break you, Ashley Jennifer Williams.” The vibrator slides easily into her soaked cunt. “You’re so wet pretty girl. You’re not enjoying this are you?” 

The embers of pleasure burning in Ashley’s brain keep her from answering. She just lies there, chest heaving and mouth open. She can’t do anything but squirm. As the sensation of being fucked gets more intense the unfocused gleam in her eyes tells me all that I need to know. I stand up, placing my foot on Ashley’s stomach, above the vibrator but below the pentagram. I look down, taking in the whole image of her beautiful helplessness as I tell Ashley “Before I let you come you are going to tell me, tell the world, what a pathetic little whore you are. You’re going to tell us that your purpose, your only purpose, is to serve [Light Speed Saint]. That you exist to be my little fuck doll. That I own you body, mind, and soul. Do you understand?” 

“That’s not fair.” Ashley complains. “You can’t expect—” She recovers her bravery only until I use my phone to turn up the intensity of the vibrator and melt her thoughts away. She lies bound beneath my feet as bliss illuminates every nerve fibre. It shines out from between her thighs to reach the tips of her toes and depths of her brain. Just when an orgasm is ready to flash through her body like wildfire, I take it all away. 

Ashley can do nothing but moan petulantly. “I’m sorry okay.” She whines, pulling at her restraints. “I didn’t mean to—” 

I turn the power of the vibrator back up. The sudden shock of pleasure catches Ashley off guard; leaves her jaw gaping. “You know what you have to say.” I watch the helpless little twitches she makes as the pleasure builds again. Her toes curl and uncurl. Her leg shakes as her desperation grows. “Fuck” Ahsley squeaks “Fuck fuck fuck.” 

Ashley’s quivers get quicker and deeper as the heat of her need rises. I pull her back from the edge. She whimpers, all her defiance is gone, in its place is a helpless and animalistic desire. I crouch beside her, keeping my touch soft as my hand moves up and down her body. Instead of turning the power of the vibrator back up, I tease her nipples. Sending small, targeted jolts of stimulation instead of a shock of pleasure. “You’re fighting so hard.” I observe. “But you know how good it would feel to give in. Think of it. Bliss exploding through your body like a fire work. All your heavy, cumbersome thoughts disappearing in a rain of glorious sparkle. You’d be a little slave doll, free of worry and strife.” 

“I won’t.” Ashley manages to gasp. “I can’t—" She’s cut off by her own whimper as I turn the vibrator back up. “I can’t- I- I- I’m a pathetic little whore. My only purpose is to serve [Light Speed Saint]. I exist to be his, to be your, good little fuck doll. Your obedient little toy. I surrender my body, my mind, my soul to [Light Speed Saint].” 

At long last I turn the vibrator to high and leave it there. Ashley’s stomach moves up and down like waves on the sea. The quivers in her legs spread to her whole body, and her jaw hangs open as she gives a high, lilting moan. Bliss flashes like lightning; burns through every synapse in her body. The heat and light of ecstasy evaporate her thoughts and her words, leave Ashley in a pleasant daze of submission, just as I promised. 

I don’t turn down the intensity of the vibrator right away, so the pleasure is still burning; keeping Ashley a twitching, whimpering mess as I draw the last line of the pentagram and accept her surrender. “Hear O spirits.” I command. “Hear that I claim this girl, Ashley Jennifer Williams. With the power of Athena, I claim her mind. With the power of Aphrodite, I claim her body.” I watch the steady up and down movements of my new slave girl’s breasts and the steady sparkle in her eyes and say “With the power of Hekate, I claim her soul.” Ashley doesn’t say anything, just whimpers and arches her back; the flame of pleasure growing under my spell. 

Ashley moans softly as I pull the vibrator from her pussy. Her eyes are bright but empty, shining with the last embers of her thoughts. I undo the cuffs on her ankles, bring Ashley up to her knees. I brush stray hairs from her face as she smiles up at me in peaceful adoration. I run my fingers through her hair and ask “Are you ready to worship your master, like a good fuck doll?” 

“Yes master.” She says softly “please let me worship you.” 

I touch Ashley’s lip as I instruct her to “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” She obeys with out thinking, parting her lips to let her tongue slide out. I keep her this way for a few seconds; a naked, mind broken whore, offering her mouth for my use. I open the fly on my jeans, revealing my cock, and grab Ashley by the back of her head. I run her tongue back and forth along the sides of my cock before I use her to make a single long lick along the bottom, from the base all the way to the tip. 

I plunge into Ashley’s mouth, fucking it slowly for the first few strokes. Savouring the warmth and wetness and submission. But pleasure lights in me as well. The soft mmph mmph mmph of her gags get louder and their rhythm faster as I quicken my pace. The pleasure of my slave doll’s body builds. Its most intense at the tip of my cock but radiates out, reaching my extremities. Soon my nervous system flashes with it. My hot cum spills onto Ashley’s tongue and I withdraw. 

For a few seconds I close my eyes and let myself float. The world and its cares have been banished to some unreachable and intangible place. I know that they will return. I open my eyes to look down at Ashley again, just as she says “Thank you, master.” A little of my cum spills on to her now irrevocably peaceful smile, and I cannot help wondering who got the best of my spell.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to facing a bewitched SO?

Like someone is out to hurt the Demon King, and the best way they figured out to do it is to possess their SO and force them to attack him.

Wind Waker Ganondorf: The Tragic King

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf would initially be shocked and pained to see his SO turned against him. Having lived through his own tragedies and battles with destiny, this would feel like yet another cruel twist of fate. His first instinct would be to try and break the spell without hurting them, even if it means lowering his defenses. However, his rage at the one responsible for this manipulation would be absolute.

Scene: Ganondorf watches in disbelief as his SO, now under a bewitching spell, approaches him with a weapon in hand, their eyes blank and unseeing. A deep ache settles in his chest as they attack, each strike a blow not just to his body, but to his heart.

“I will not fight you,” he says, his voice filled with a mix of anger and sadness. His movements are slow, deflecting their attacks but never striking back. His powerful magic flares around him as he tries to undo the spell, all the while his expression darkens with every failed attempt.

When he finally manages to break the bewitchment, his fury will be unleashed upon the one responsible. His SO’s suffering would become his vengeance, and he’d stop at nothing to make sure that the one who dared to use his love against him pays dearly.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: The Ruthless Conqueror

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would react with immediate fury at the manipulation of his SO. His rage would be directed at whoever dared to possess them, but he would also feel frustrated and enraged by the situation. His SO being used against him would feel like a personal insult, and while he wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself, he would hold back just enough to avoid causing permanent harm.

Scene: Ganondorf’s red eyes flash dangerously as his SO, possessed and intent on attacking him, lunges forward. He raises his hand, magic sparking between his fingers, but he hesitates just long enough to avoid striking them down with full force. His frustration is palpable.

“You dare use them against me?” His voice is laced with fury, but his strikes against them are measured, designed to incapacitate without causing serious injury. He knows that they are not in control of their actions, but his patience is thin.

Once the possession is broken, Ganondorf will unleash his wrath upon the one responsible with a terrifying intensity, ensuring that no one ever attempts to manipulate his SO again.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: The Calculating Tyrant

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would remain calm and composed, even in the face of his possessed SO attacking him. His strategic mind would work quickly to assess the situation, seeking a way to end the possession without harming them. He would see this as a tactical move by his enemies, and while his fury would be cold and controlled, it would burn intensely. His focus would be on neutralizing the threat swiftly and decisively.

Scene: Ganondorf watches as his SO approaches, eyes glazed and weapon raised. His golden eyes narrow, and a low growl escapes his lips. He steps aside from their attack, moving with fluid precision.

“You are not yourself,” he states coldly, his mind racing to find the source of the spell. His magic flares as he weaves a counterspell, all while carefully avoiding doing any real harm to his SO. His composure remains intact, but the sight of his beloved being used in such a way makes his blood boil beneath the surface.

Once he breaks the spell, his wrath will be exacted on the manipulator with calculated vengeance. No one uses his SO as a pawn and gets away with it.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: The Warlord

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be livid. His first reaction would be fury at anyone who dared to turn his SO against him, viewing the situation as an attack on his power and control. While he would revel in the challenge of fending off attacks, his possessiveness over his SO would ensure that he doesn’t harm them in retaliation. His anger would be focused on destroying the one responsible for the manipulation.

Scene: Ganondorf grins, a dangerous glint in his eyes as his SO, under a wicked spell, charges at him. “You think you can use them against me?” he growls, easily dodging their strikes. His prideful nature finds the situation both infuriating and insulting.

He doesn’t strike back with his full strength, only enough to knock the weapon from their hand or subdue them. His magic flares, burning with raw power as he attempts to sever the connection to the one controlling his SO.

Once the bewitchment is broken, his fury is unleashed in full force. He will show no mercy to the one who dared use his SO as a tool against him, and his vengeance will be swift and brutal.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf: The Corrupted Demon King

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, having succumbed to darkness, would be enraged at the manipulation but might initially react with more aggression, only stopping himself just before causing serious harm. His SO being turned against him would feed his paranoia and malice, pushing him to the edge. However, a sliver of his old self—his love for his SO—would prevent him from going too far.

Scene: Ganondorf snarls as his SO, possessed and moving to attack, swings a weapon at him. His first reaction is to retaliate with full force, but something in him halts at the last moment. His dark magic swirls around them both as he barely restrains himself from striking them down.

“I will not be betrayed,” he growls, his eyes burning with malice, but his attacks are directed toward breaking the spell rather than harming them. The darkness in him threatens to consume him entirely, but his love for his SO keeps him from going over the edge.

Once the spell is broken, his vengeance is absolute. The one responsible for this manipulation will face the full wrath of the Demon King, and it will be a reckoning that leaves no room for mercy.

Demise: The God of Destruction

Reaction: Demise would be furious and see this possession as a direct challenge to his power. His immediate reaction would be violent, his instincts driving him to crush the threat, even if it’s coming from his SO. However, the bond he shares with them would cause him to restrain himself, directing his fury at the one controlling them rather than at his SO. His protective instincts would kick in, though his methods would be brutal.

Scene: Demise roars in fury as his SO, under the influence of a malevolent spell, attacks him. His first instinct is to strike back with full force, his fiery wrath blazing through the air. But as he looks into their eyes, devoid of the love they once held, he pauses—just for a second.

“You dare use them against me?” His voice is a deep, menacing growl as he grabs their arm, stopping their attack without hurting them. His fiery aura flares around him as he fights to break the spell through sheer force of will.

Once the bewitchment is broken, Demise’s vengeance is unleashed like a storm of fire. The one responsible for this attack will face the full wrath of a god, and Demise will make sure they suffer for daring to use his SO against him.

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Bonus: The Demon King managed to slay the creature that had possessed his SO, but SO, horrified that they had been used to hurt him, is so very afraid to be near him. They love him so much, they never want to be used against him. What if they are used again? What if their husband actually gets hurt next time?

Wind Waker Ganondorf: The Tragic King

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf, who has always carried a deep sense of tragedy within him, would be heartbroken to see his SO so afraid. The weight of their fear would mirror his own feelings of helplessness and loss over the years. He would understand their fear but also feel frustrated that despite his victory over the creature, the damage to their relationship lingers. His first instinct would be to console them, to assure them that they will never be used against him again.

Scene: Ganondorf watches as his SO backs away, their eyes wide with fear. The sight causes his heart to twist painfully, the once loving gaze now replaced with terror. He steps forward slowly, his voice quiet but commanding.

“I won’t let anything hurt you… or use you against me again,” he says, his voice gruff yet filled with sincerity. He kneels before them, a rare vulnerability in his expression. “You are more precious to me than anything. We’ll find a way to prevent this from happening again. I swear it.”

He would hold back his natural urge to be forceful, knowing that right now, they need reassurance, not dominance. His love and protective instincts would guide his actions, as he seeks to rebuild their trust and sense of security.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: The Ruthless Conqueror

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would be furious at the situation, but not with his SO—rather, at the fact that they had been put in such a vulnerable position. The idea of them being afraid of him would sting his pride deeply, but he would temper his usual ruthlessness for their sake. While his initial reaction might come off as cold or pragmatic, he would soon realize that they need his reassurance, and he would work to calm their fears in his own direct way.

Scene: Ganondorf stands tall, arms crossed, watching as his SO avoids his gaze, their body trembling with fear. He lets out a low growl of frustration, but when he speaks, his voice is surprisingly gentle, given his usual harshness.

“No one will ever control you again. I will see to it myself,” he says firmly. His eyes soften slightly as he steps closer, though he maintains a strong, protective presence. “You are mine. And nothing will take you from me, not even fear.”

He would reach out slowly, allowing them the space to either accept or reject his touch, a gesture that shows his willingness to let them set the pace. Once they accept him again, he would devote himself to finding a way to prevent any future threats to their bond, whether through magic or sheer force of will.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: The Calculating Tyrant

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would react with a calculated calm, assessing the situation carefully before acting. Seeing his SO so terrified of being near him would strike a nerve, but he wouldn’t lash out in frustration. Instead, he would use his intellect and cunning to find a solution, ensuring that they would never feel vulnerable or afraid again. He would take their fears seriously, recognizing the depth of their love and the weight of their worry.

Scene: Ganondorf watches them from the shadows of their dimly lit chamber, his eyes narrowing as he sees the fear in their gaze. For a moment, he remains still, his mind racing with possible solutions. When he speaks, his voice is soft, but full of authority.

“You fear what you cannot control, but I will ensure that no one ever controls you again.” He steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate. “You are safe with me. Always.”

His promise is more than just words; it’s a vow to protect them by any means necessary. He would use all his resources, both magical and political, to guarantee their safety, offering them a rare glimpse into his more caring side. Though he might not show tenderness easily, he would express his commitment to their safety with action.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: The Warlord

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be enraged at the thought of someone daring to hurt or manipulate his SO, and he would take their fear very personally. His first instinct would be to prove his strength, showing them that nothing can stand between them and that no one would dare challenge his power again. However, seeing their fear of being used against him would force him to soften, realizing that brute strength alone cannot solve this issue.

Scene: Ganondorf snarls as his SO pulls away, the sight of their fear sparking a deep anger within him—though not at them, but at the idea that anyone would dare come between them. He slams his fist against the stone wall, cracking it as he struggles to calm himself.

“They tried to use you against me, but they failed,” he growls, stepping closer. His eyes blaze with anger, but when he sees the trembling of their hands, his expression softens, though his tone remains intense. “No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”

Despite his rough exterior, he would kneel before them, placing his hand on their cheek if they let him, a rare moment of gentleness for the powerful warlord. His focus would then shift to ensuring that such a thing never happens again, likely through magic or violent retribution against those who dared to harm them.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf: The Corrupted Demon King

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, having been consumed by darkness, would struggle with the idea that his SO is afraid of him after the possession. His darker nature would make him frustrated and confused, but his love for them would drive him to push past his rage. He would feel conflicted between his corrupted self and the remnants of his love, and while his initial reaction might be intimidating, he would ultimately want to reassure them that nothing will ever take them from him.

Scene: Ganondorf’s crimson eyes glow in the dim light as he watches his SO shrink away from him, their face pale with fear. His heart, blackened by darkness, aches with a mixture of anger and sorrow. He clenches his fists, struggling to suppress the malice swirling inside him.

“They will never use you against me again,” he growls, his voice low and threatening, though not directed at them. He steps forward, his powerful presence filling the room, but he hesitates as he sees their fear intensify.

Slowly, his tone softens, though the darkness in his eyes remains. “You are mine… no one will take you from me. Not even fear.” He moves closer, offering his hand as a sign of trust, though the intensity of his emotions still lingers beneath the surface.

Ganondorf would dedicate himself to finding a way to break any future attempts at possession or control, likely through powerful dark magic or by eliminating the threat entirely. He wouldn’t allow anyone to come between them again, no matter the cost.

Demise: The God of Destruction

Reaction: Demise would react with a mixture of anger and frustration, both at the situation and at his SO’s fear of being near him. His pride would be deeply wounded by the idea that his SO, the person he holds closest, is afraid to be around him. However, his possessive and protective nature would ultimately drive him to reassure them that nothing will take them from him—not even their own fear.

Scene: Demise stands tall, his fiery hair blazing as his SO backs away from him in fear. His molten eyes narrow, and a growl rumbles from his throat. The idea that someone had used them to try and hurt him infuriates him, but seeing them afraid of him makes him pause.

“You’re afraid… of me?” His voice is filled with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. He steps closer, towering over them, but his expression softens slightly as he sees the terror in their eyes.

“No one will ever use you against me again,” he vows, his voice low and dangerous. “I will destroy anyone who tries. You are mine, and nothing will take you from me—not even fear.”

Demise would ensure that they never feel vulnerable again, likely using his immense power to protect them. His possessive nature would mean he would go to extreme lengths to keep them safe, even if it means wiping out any potential threat entirely.

[dailyanarchistposts]

Friendship and freedom have sharp edges

If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war for him: and in order to wage war, one must be capable of being an enemy.

—Friedrich Nietzsche[89]

Working on relationships also means the capacity to dissolve and sever them, and to block those which are harmful. Affinity and bridging require selective openness, with firm boundaries. In this sense, cultivating joyful militancy not only requires cultivating “good” relationships, but also severing those that are unhealthy and damaging. Coulthard drove this point home when we talked with him:

Part of the effect that you see in joyful militancy is an attentiveness to cultivating healthy relationships. And I think that that’s great; there is a productive line of flight … but sometimes—and this is kind of what I’ve been thinking a lot about since writing about reconciliation and resentment—is that the whole idea of a “good relationship”—a positive one instead of a negative one—is almost entirely co-opted by relationship-destroying structures that entrench violence, dispossession, disappearance, all these things, where we’re always compelled to be productive. It’s a compulsion that’s insisted on and that is done asymmetrically across certain bodies. So it’s a demand that’s placed on us as Indigenous peoples, even in terms of having a conversation. It can even be about tone: your tone is negative … Some relationships are just bullshit and we shouldn’t be in them. We should actually draw lines in the sand more willingly, in order to avoid the kind of status quo outcome that’s caused by the compulsion to always be in a positive relationship to others. Others might suck. We shouldn’t be relating to them; we should be fighting them; we should be seeking to destroy them in some circumstances. Because their whole identity, their whole form of life is predicated on our negation. So that’s why, in Canada, Canadians can’t cease to exist in the sense that they understand themselves, because it’s predicated on a genocidal relationship. And there can be no mutual recognition, there can be no mutual respect, because the relationship itself negates that possibility. And that’s a pretty somber situation. It’s not a joyful acknowledgement.[90]

Relational freedom necessarily includes undoing destructive relationships, dissolving or attacking depleting or harmful forces. Freedom is the capacity to make friends and enemies, to be open and to have firm boundaries. Joyful, deeply transformative relationships are only possible through vulnerability and trust, but they also entail the risk of being deeply hurt. In this context, Mia Mingus speaks to the importance of a kind of love that is assertive and accountable:

What I’m talking about is reinventing how we love each other and knowing that solidarity is love, collaboration is love. And really, isn’t that what queerness is about: loving? I am talking about growing and cultivating a deep love that starts with those closest to us and letting it permeate out. Starting with our own communities. Building strong foundations of love. And I just want to be clear, I am not talking about love that isn’t accountable. I am not talking about staying in harmful and dangerous or abusive relationships. The kind of love I want us to grow is accountable and assertive. Really, I am talking about collective love, where we look out for each other.[91]

For this kind of collective love to exist, sometimes it is necessary to sever relationships. Sometimes friendship and close bonds are a messy mix of closeness, struggle, and distance. In this sense, Empire destroys our capacity to identify enemies, too: morality, policing, law, and prisons are all designed to monopolize the power to decide whose actions are right and wrong, and how they should be dealt with.

For the same reason, if reduced to an imperative to always have “good relationships” with everyone and everything, joyful militancy and friendship become simplistic, reactionary, and colonial in their erasure of power relations and systemic violence. This is the hegemonic morality of Empire—the notion that Indigenous people have to “get over” the past—and it plays itself out not only in state-based efforts at “reconciliation,” but also among everyday relationships between settlers and Indigenous people that reinscribe settler entitlement. Leanne Simpson spoke to this forcefully when we asked her to share her perspective on the potential of friendship between settlers and Indigenous people:

Nick and carla: One of the themes that emerged in a lot of our interviews is the importance of trust and friendship for creating and sustaining joyful militancy and transformative movement infused with love. Under conditions of settler colonialism, trust and friendship between settlers and Indigenous people seems especially difficult, because settlers and our governments have violated this trust over and over, and broken trust is the status quo. What makes trust and friendship possible? Do you see it as an important part of decolonization? Leanne Simpson: My honest answer is no, I don’t. Friendship has been and is used by so-called white “allies” in pretty horrible ways—everything from “my friend is native and therefore …” to using friendship as a mechanism to protect against white guilt, to using friendship to appropriate. Friendship for me is a crazy-intimate, personal decision and it isn’t helpful for me to feel pressure to trust or be friends with people I don’t trust and don’t want to be friends with. The white allyship takes up a lot of space and it’s a lot of work for Indigenous peoples. White people love being friends with Indigenous peoples. For me, there is huge gap in our life experiences, often our interests and our politics. That doesn’t mean we can’t find useful and strategic ways of working together but don’t make me go to potlucks or backyard BBQs and make the assumption that my personal life is part of the movement. My personal life is not for the taking. I also see that I have a responsibility to build trust and friendships within the Indigenous community. That is important work because the forces to divide us and make us hate each other are enormous. This does indeed make our movements strong because it’s community building.”[92]

For us, this gets at the danger of setting up friendship or affinity as an ideal, norm, or expectation, especially across the colonial divide and other hierarchical divisions created by Empire. While Simpson speaks to the importance of building trust and friendship among Indigenous people, she is clear that settlers (particularly white settlers seeking to be allies) often end up perpetuating extractive, entitled tendencies. For settlers, getting out of the way might be more important than seeking connection.

Just as intimacy and closeness can be enabling, they can also be sources of coercion, manipulation, and exploitation. To insist on, seek out, or use friendship—and to pathologize its refusal—tends to reinforce these divisions and hierarchies, rather than unravel them. It regenerates the worst of Empire, where oppressed people are expected to stay in oppressive relationships, and their refusal is dismissed as “counterproductive.”

Similar patterns arise to pathologize women and genderqueer folks who refuse to “get over” heteropatriarchy, Black folks and people of color who refuse to “get over” racism, and everyone else who has experienced the liberal trope of “let’s all get along.” Entitlement to others’ time, energy, and love can be an unconscious strategy that reproduces domination through intimacy. Love and friendship can be contorted to erase power and exploitation, enforcing obedience to oppressive norms of politeness or devotion.

Joyful militancy is not a way of dividing the world into “positive” and “negative” ways of being, or asking that we all get along and be happy together. Freedom always needs to retain the potential of refusal, negation, and resistance. To turn friendship into a solution or a goal is to erase the form of freedom we are getting at, which is the freedom to work at relationships—to participate more actively in the shaping of our worlds.

[dark-lina]

Morgana and Morgan more information

Well, I've been getting myself to  do it for some time... because I haven't written it down anywhere so this time come.

New Infos:

Morgana/Morgan and death

Morgana and Morgan can be killed, but not permanently. If their body is badly damaged they may lose consciousness for a while but after a few hours they will regenerate, but if they are badly damaged (heart pierced... or decapitated) their body will turn to mist and they will respawn in their lair after a few days to a few weeks. Only another vampire can kill them completely...that's why vampires usually don't fight each other.

Regeneration: If Morgana or Morgan lose a limb, it will grow back over time... the arm and legs regrow very quickly, especially if a normal weapon was used to cut them off, as well as wounds regenerated pretty quickly.

Weaknesses

Human killers will have a great deal of trouble even in the long run, hurting both vampires. however, it is not impossible, a well-aimed weapon can decapitate them, but it is not easy either. Ordinary steel damages their flesh for a short time. The stairs for them start as they deal with beings beyond human or completely inhuman. Pinhead can quite easily trap Morgan/Morgan and deprive them of the ability to use their powers. Scourge, as a priestess, has a holy weapon, and this can damage their skin for hours. Freddy can hurt them and kill them, but they can also move in the world of dreams and give back to him. Albert also has a pretty good chance against both vampires and Nemesis, although this fight could last many hours and be quite unprofitable. Onryo, just as these two are above human abilities as well as powerful curse magic, so he is on the list of those who could harm them. Both the Nurse and the Knight would have a pretty good chance, but they are not their enemy. Wrath, so like the nurse, but no business (he's friends with Morgana) As for the men with saws :) well, if you cut them in half, only fog remains. They, like his granddaughter, can easily compete with both vampires in strength and power. The Executioner is beyond human beings, but even though he would stand a good chance with both vampires, he's not interested in them, they don't have a soul, he can't read what they really are without one, so he's not interested in them. Morgana and Morgan consider Blight very dangerous, they don't know what his serum can do to them and how it can affect them. Though Morgana has undoed what Blight did to some killers a few times, how she did it is her sweet secret.

Sunlight (the real thing is deadly to them) The Entnity itself (human form) can kill them (but they will respawn) but it's not like they have no way to defend themselves against them. As for the spider legs themselves, they can easily deal with them.

Immunities:

Morgana and Morgan are undead, so what kills ordinary people doesn't impress them. Poisons and diseases that are deadly to humans do nothing to them. (Including viruses carried by Nemesis and Wesker) So is the temperature, no matter how cold or hot it is, they don't care. Though Morgana prefers warmth, especially her mortal friends and partners. Since they're undead, you can't drown them... they both breathe out of habit. However, both Fire... and Ice can cause very serious damage, forcing them to turn into mist and return to their lair to regenerate.

Morgana and Morgan are immune to the effects of ordinary alcohol and drugs ... however, there are substances that even a vampire can stupefy, which only Talbot knows.

Morgan Au:

What is the difference between Morgan's fog and Morgana's? Well the roles are kept the same, survivors are survivors, killers are killers.

 Morgan has the same role as Morgana... but his part of the fog is gender reversal ( or swap).

 Men are women and women are men. Example : Morgana Fog           Morgan Fog Michael Myers --> Michelle Myers Laurie Strode --- > Laurence Strode Amanda Young ---- > Amanda Young e.t.c

Differences between Morgan and Morgana

- Besides the fact that Morgana is female and Morgan is male, there are other differences between them. - Morgana is a bit calmer and more thoughtful, while Morgan is more short-tempered and sometimes instead of thinking, it works. - Morgan dominates in physical strength, but Morgana is superior in magic. (that's why Morgan's crypt is smaller xd) - Morgana prefers tidiness in her surroundings, Morgan doesn't much prefer cleaning. - Morgana doesn't filter (too much), Morgan flirts with everyone. - Morgana is more stable in her feelings and was able to build longer relationships. Morgan likes to jump from flower to flower and one-night stands. -Morgana wears special googles that allow her to navigate in fog more easily, Morgan doesn't have them. - Morgana doesn't run away from responsibility unlike Morgan.

Similarities

- Morgan and Morgana grow blue roses  (a special kind of vampire roses))that can help them recover faster, Morgana always carries at least one with her.

In case the vital functions cease (in a way), the flower wilts, transferring the blood to the host's body which it had previously drunk (as it was put into a glass of blood) and accelerates regeneration by a lot, so Morgana/Morgan are able to get up quite quickly, taking the opponent by surprise.

- They both can take animal forms, bat, cat, but also blood mist or final form which they use to fight.

- Morgana and Morgan have very good hearing and smell, what people do not feel they sense from many meters, and also hear, so it's hard to surprise them ... and they smell blood from several kilometers. Morgana distinguishes many of her friends by smell, as does Morgan.

Older infos:

What does Morgana/Morgan eat?

Morgana mainly feeds on blood, but she can also draw energy from dreams, and also mmm... from carnal pleasures;) Morgana, as she is over 100 years old or even more, can also supplement her diet with human food, but she does not draw energy from it.

What is Morgana's status in Fog?

Morgana is neither a killer nor a survivor, despite the fact that she can enter an already ongoing trial, she follows the rules and does not interfere with either side's , though sometimes she might.

She calls herself a merchant, but looking at how she can act on and shape fog is more than it seems.

She has no soul, so Entity has no control over her.

Morgana?Morgan and the Entity ?

Morgana (like Morgan) is able to defy the Entity, and she was able to use her magic to tear out a large chunk of the fog area for her use to create her graveyard.But she is not as powerful as the Entity, in the event of a face-to-face clash, she may hold her back for a while with her powers, or even fight back, but will rather choose to retreat.

Can she/he defeat the Entity?

Maybe if she turned 2,000 she could try anything.

Is Morgana is an Entity?

No she is not ;D

Will we ever meet Morgana/Morgan as Enitity?  

Maybe>.>

Morgana/Morgan and the survivors:

The survivors are the main customers of Morgana and Morgan, they get various goods for them.

Morgana/Morgan and the killers:

Some use her services, others do not pay for her services in the same way as survivors, through blood or dreams.

Morgana/Morgan and journeys beyond the fog

Thanks to the fog, Morgana can travel through different worlds and their different spacetime, but it requires a lot of energy from her, which makes her drink a lot of blood. In the fog itself, she moves with great ease and always appears wherever she wants to.The fog, however, is not the only place through which she/he moves between worlds.

My headcanon about Fog and my universe ( multiverse):

Fog is a dimension among other dimensions, therefore it has access to all worlds, another such world is the dimension created by me, you can read about it in my post. 

Teleport to City Between Dimensions ( ruins, can be open only by this who are related to Victor, or if you are Morgana/Morgan ;))

[mist-mistletoe]

We've always been strong? Like physically, strong even through we barely do any training or exercise. Like we've flipped someone over a wall. And its fucking terrifying. Like you need to almost break my bones before we bruise. We know we can hurt someone just with my hands alone. We know how.

We know we can break bones, (have broken bones when we were cornered and were forced to fight.) And it's fucking scarry. Like we have and will probably hurt those we love because we are just strong. And so, so fucking many people have torn me down and told me to be nice, be kind, just be happy, stop being intimidating, don't fight back. We became a push over. Couldn't look people in the eyes and all it did was make me unbelievably angry. We spoke quietly, we took verbal abuse, we let people belittle us. All because we were taller then most kids, had wider shoulders then most kids and we had a smart mouth. So we kept my mouth shut.

Now we don't. We will snarl and bite and spite and shout. It was a friends mom who was a marshal arts master who constantly told us to look up, stand up, to go fail just to do it again, to speak up, hit harder, stand taller, talk louder, she showed us how to grow a spine. She, a single mother with three kids two full time jobs, she did more for me then any adult ever tried to. We didn't understand it back then, but now we do. If there was anyone we could protect for eternity it would be her.

We've had people try again to push us down but now? Now we can see through the bullshit. We can see over the fake care and pretty words. We know why they do it. Most men do it because we are female, and they think they deserve our obedience all because they can't keep it in their pants. Because that man can't undo what he was raised to believe. Most women do it because of all the fighting they did for power, they don't want to see you as a threat.

Yes we are a fucking threat. Believe that.

Now we speak up.

Now we stand up for myself.

Now we fight with everything we can.

We don't care if we're intimidating.

We dont care if they think female is a dirty word.

We don't care if we are smart. We will use it to get what we want because guess what. It's what we deserve.

We don't care if anyone thinks we're mean or blunt or harsh. Fuck being a soft push over.

Everyone needs a Sheryline in their life. They need that parental figure that tells them about all that generational trauma that everyone is shoving on you? Yeah fuck all of that. You are you, not who they want you to be.

So fuck everyone. We'll bare my teeth just to remind them of all the harm we can cause. What we can and will do when they try to hurt me.

We will drown all you love in your blood just to spite you.

(Why don't people talk about the violence ingrained into an animal's instinct. It doesn't excuse anything but it can explain the urges.)

[seraphon-the-god-of-peace]

1. Supreme Harmony Manipulation

The ability to impose order and balance on any chaotic situation.

Can neutralize conflicts, stabilize environments, and even heal broken dimensions.

2. Reality Stabilization

Counters reality-warping by grounding and restoring the original state of existence.

Immunity to reality-bending powers, making chaos futile in their presence.

3. Absolute Creation

The power to create perfect worlds, systems, and beings that resist corruption.

Unlike chaos, which destroys, the God of Peace can manifest eternal and indestructible creations.

4. Universal Restoration

The ability to repair anything, from shattered realms to wounded souls.

Can undo entropy, reversing destruction caused by chaos.

5. Absolute Willpower

Immunity to mental manipulation, illusions, or madness-inducing effects.

Exudes a calming aura that shields others from chaos-induced insanity.

6. Omnibenevolence

The power to inspire love, compassion, and unity on a universal scale.

Entire armies or civilizations can be swayed to lay down their weapons in the presence of the God of Peace.

7. Perfect Probability Control

Manipulates probability to ensure harmonious outcomes.

Chaos becomes ineffective as the God of Peace can guarantee beneficial and stabilizing events.

8. Elemental Mastery of Balance

Control over all elements in perfect harmony (fire, water, earth, air, light, and shadow).

Can extinguish chaotic storms or cleanse destructive energy effortlessly.

9. Temporal Mastery

Full control over time, able to rewind, fast-forward, or pause chaotic events.

Prevents chaos from ever occurring by altering timelines to their most peaceful versions.

10. Eternal Protection

An indestructible defensive aura that nullifies attacks, even those from a God of Chaos.

Acts as a shield for allies, protecting them from harm and disorder.

11. Empathic Domination

The ability to feel and influence all emotions, calming rage, fear, or hatred.

Can disarm even the most violent entities by making them experience ultimate peace.

By singing

12. Order Over Free Will

Unlike chaos, which disrupts free will, peace can unify choices for a common good.

Can harmonize all conflicting wills into a collective purpose.

13. Anti-Entropy

Directly opposes decay, ensuring perpetual growth and renewal.

Creates a force of eternal sustenance for life, rendering chaotic destruction moot.

14. Cosmic Unity

Can merge opposing forces into a cohesive whole, using chaos itself as a tool for creation.

Transcends duality, making peace not an opposite of chaos but an ultimate resolution of it.

15. Enlightened Aura

Radiates a field of pure enlightenment, dispelling ignorance, confusion, and hatred.

Drives away chaotic forces simply by existing in the same space.

16. Immortality Through Transcendence

Exists beyond time, space, and physical form, making the God of Peace invulnerable to all forms of attack.

Their essence is eternal and omnipresent.

17. Ultimate Resolution

A final ability that can end any conflict, force reconciliation, or erase the source of discord entirely.

This power cannot be countered, as it operates on a level beyond duality.

Other abilities:

Universal Harmony Travel

The God of Peace can effortlessly traverse any universe, timeline, or dimension.

They do this by aligning themselves with the fabric of existence, opening portals or simply stepping into another reality without resistance.

Their presence brings immediate calm to chaotic realms, stabilizing even unstable multiverses.

2. Mindful Unity (Mind Control Ability)

The God of Peace doesn’t forcibly dominate minds but subtly influences them, aligning thoughts and emotions toward peace and understanding.

Their power can:

Pacify aggressive thoughts, making warlike entities cease hostility.

Unite fragmented minds and heal mental turmoil, rendering chaos-induced insanity powerless.

Create an overwhelming desire to protect and follow the God of Peace, rooted in admiration and respect rather than fear.

3. Divine Charisma (Ability to Gain Followers)

The God of Peace exudes a divine charisma that inspires unwavering loyalty and love.

Their presence fills individuals with purpose, drawing followers from every corner of existence.

This ability works on all beings, from mortals to gods, fostering alliances even among enemies.

They can establish universal faith, their followers willingly spreading their message and creating harmonious civilizations in their name.

[almaqead]

"The People of Jonah." From Surah 10, Surah Yunus, "The Dove."

The Mormons have openly confessed to having colluded with the Ayatollah of Iran and the Russians to attack Israel, the Capitol, Ukraine, and other strongholds of freedom around the world. The PM of Slovakia, that schmuck in Georgia, Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump and his Republican Party are now out in the open they intend to use the resources of 17 million Mormons and the wealth and power of Exxon, Walmart, the Marriott Corporation, the Kochs, the Trumps, etc. to challenge the will of the God of Israel wherever His Sovereignty yet reigns.

Wherever these people go, there is corruption, war, murder, poverty, rape, incest, porn and drug addiction. And have you seen the Joe Blows hanging out in Gaza with handlebar moustaches like Turkish coffee wallas? Hilarious.

And not woof. They are officially on the New Ayatollah's shit list. And you know what that means.

About this, Allah have us...a Surah:

10: 92-109:

Today We will preserve your corpse so that you may become an example1 for those who come after you. And surely most people are heedless of Our examples!”

Indeed, We settled the Children of Israel in a blessed land,1 and granted them good, lawful provisions. They did not differ until knowledge came to them.2 Surely your Lord will judge between them on the Day of Judgment regarding their differences.

If you ˹O Prophet˺ are in doubt about ˹these stories˺ that We have revealed to you, then ask those who read the Scripture before you. The truth has certainly come to you from your Lord, so do not be one of those who doubt,

and do not be one of those who deny Allah’s signs or you will be one of the losers."

Indeed, those against whom your Lord’s decree ˹of torment˺ is justified will not believe—

even if every sign were to come to them—until they see the painful punishment.

If only there had been a society which believed ˹before seeing the torment˺ and, therefore, benefited from its belief, like the people of Jonah.1 When they believed, We lifted from them the torment of disgrace in this world and allowed them enjoyment for a while.2 

Had your Lord so willed ˹O Prophet˺, all ˹people˺ on earth would have certainly believed, every single one of them! Would you then force people to become believers?

It is not for any soul to believe except by Allah’s leave, and He will bring His wrath upon those who are unmindful.

Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “Consider all that is in the heavens and the earth!” Yet neither signs nor warners are of any benefit to those who refuse to believe.

Are they waiting for ˹anything˺ except the same torments that befell those before them? Say, “Keep waiting then! I too am waiting with you.”

Then We saved Our messengers and those who believed. For it is Our duty to save the believers.

Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “O humanity! If you are in doubt of my faith, then ˹know that˺ I do not worship those ˹idols˺ you worship instead of Allah. But I worship Allah, Who has the power to cause your death. And I have been commanded, ‘Be one of the believers,’

and, ‘Be steadfast in faith in all uprightness, and do not be one of the polytheists,’

and ‘Do not invoke, instead of Allah, what can neither benefit nor harm you—for if you do, then you will certainly be one of the wrongdoers,’

and ‘If Allah touches you with harm, none can undo it except Him. And if He intends good for you, none can withhold His bounty. He grants it to whoever He wills of His servants. And He is the All-Forgiving, Most Merciful.’”

Say, ˹O Prophet,˺ “O humanity! The truth has surely come to you from your Lord. So whoever chooses to be guided, it is only for their own good. And whoever chooses to stray, it is only to their own loss. And I am not a keeper over you.”

And follow what is revealed to you, and be patient until Allah passes His judgment. For He is the Best of Judges.

Allah's will has been revealed. No more need to be patient. All Muslims, People of the Dove, whose belief in God is firm, must be free of harm. This is God's Dictate. Even still so many Muslims are being harmed. Those who would harm a Muslim who are not one of the servants of God must be scorched from the earth.

There is no such thing as Atonement while evil men like Charles Mary, the Mormons, Republicans, Iranians, Russians and Chinese are permitted to flaunt the law, the Quran, or tyrannize the Mosque.

From this the Truth has come. Allah does not want to keep us. Let's make a trophy case of the cocks of the wrongdoers, unite Israel, and live out the rest of our days in the blessedness of Masjid.

Thus ends the Surah. Let the Ijtihas begin.

Governors and governments that do not adhere to the United Nations Charter and Declaration of Human Rights can be litigated against. All crowns, governors, and public officers must follow these rules.

Muslims of the world need this kind of political power. They aren't going to get it if they don't meet and discuss the ramifications of proper secular governance to the success of the Masjid.

[surv1vrd]

regeneration  healing  factor  :  Users  possess  a  regenerative  healing  factor,  meaning  that  they  can  rapidly  heal  and  get  restored  to  their  optimal  and  full  health/state  at  an  extremely  fast  rate.  Unlike  Healing,  regeneration/healing  factor  is  a  process  that  happens  unconsciously  without  the  need  for  activation,  resulting  in  a  constant  state  of  optimal  health.

Regeneration  is  a  process  that  occurs  in  all  biological  entities,  but  a  regenerative  healing  factor  is  much  more  efficient,  seamless,  and  powerful.  So  much  so  that  users  can  recreate  lost  or  damaged  tissues,  organs,  and  limbs,  sometimes  slowing,  or  even  stopping  aging,  something  natural  regeneration  can  never  accomplish  (or  does  so  extremely  slowly).  The  rate  and  amount  of  healing  vary  widely;  some  can  regrow  missing  limbs,  others  must  put  the  limb  back  in  place  for  rapid  regeneration.  The  user  is  generally  in  very  good  physical  shape,  as  their  bodies  are  constantly  reverting  to  a  healthy  state,  granting  them  nigh-inexhaustible  stamina  and  vitality.

The  regeneration  process  also  increases  the  speed  of  processes  the  body  uses  in  the  healing  such  as  endorphin  production  to  mitigate  pain  reducing  the  amount  of  time  and  severity  the  subject  feels  discomfort  leading  to  an  increased  pain  threshold.  Other  processes  included  are  the  production  of  adrenaline  and  the  fight  or  flight  response  which  are  greatly  extended  by  the  increased  recovery  leading  to  increased  physical  performance  as  the  subject  gains  elevated  strength  and  energy  while  also  able  to  push  their  bodies  harder  due  to  decreased  sensation  of  pain.

At  higher  levels,  a  user  can  regenerate  not  just  their  cellular  tissues,  but  also  their  DNA,  undoing  genetic  mutations  and  breakdown,  as  well  as  maintaining  one's  youth  by  extending  telomeres.  If  advanced  enough,  the  ability  will  cause  the  body  to  cease  aging  as  the  cells  are  regenerating  and  dying  in  equilibrium,  granting  a  form  of  immortality.

life-force  absorption  :  The  user  can  absorb  life-force/energy,  vitality  and  health,  while  removing  it  from  the  source,  into  their  body  and  use  it  in  various  ways,  gaining  some  form  of  advantage,  either  by  enhancing  themselves,  gaining  the  drained  power,  using  it  as  power  source  etc;  either  temporarily  or  permanently.  zavi  needs  it  to  re-energize  herself  after  her  body  heals  itself.

immortality  :  Users  possesses  immortality,  a  state  where  one  has  eternal  life  and  is  undying.  They  never  age,  are  completely  self-sustaining,  free  from  all  bodily  necessities,  and  can  survive  virtually  any  kind  of  harm,  remaining  immune  to  all  forms  of  decay.  Any  damage  done  to  the  user  would  either  be  regenerated  or  simply  remain  non-fatal.  As  a  byproduct  of  having  everlasting  life,  users  may  have  an  infinite  reservoir  of  life  energy  that  fuels  the  dynamic  system  of  their  immortality.  zavi's  ability  for  immortality  is  tied  to  her  regenerative  healing  factor.

super  strength  :  Users  are  glaringly,  obviously,  and  unnaturally  stronger  than  their  race  because  their  capabilities  are  pushed  beyond  the  natural  level  and  superior  to  most  supernatural  beings  in  their  verse;  making  them  immensely  stronger  than  normal  members  of  their  species  (in  that  'verse)  can  be  achieved  by  any  method  of  training.

Depending  on  the  users,  they  are  capable  of  lifting  from  massive  vehicles  to  large  airplanes  and  able  to  lift  massive  boulders  and  locomotives  with  ease.  Their  high-level  immense  strength  enables  them  to  overpower  users  with  peak  human  strength  and  enhanced  strength.  Users  are  capable  of  tearing  through  the  strongest  metals  with  their  bare  hands  like  paper.  Offensively,  depending  on  the  users'  strength,  they  can  send  opponents  flying  several  miles  away,  create  cracks  in  the  lithosphere,  or  release  a  force  of  energy  equivalent  to  nuclear  weapons  upon  an  entire  city.

super  agility  :  Users  of  this  ability  are  several  times  more  agile  than  what  is  naturally  possible,  being  capable  of  dodging  projectiles  that  move  several  times  faster  than  light  due  to  physical  abilities  such  as  balance,  motor  coordination,  reflexes,  speed,  etc.  Therefore,  users  could  be  considered  one  of  the  fastest  beings  in  their  universe/verse.

psychic  immunity:  The  user  is  completely  immune  to  any/all  psychic  phenomena  regardless  of  its  nature  and  origin.  Their  mind  cannot  be  controlled,  damaged,  read,  influenced,  emulated,  altered,  detected  or  communicated  with,  forcing  users  with  telepathic  allies  to  rely  on  alternate  means  of  long-distance  communication,  usually  via  technological  or  magical  devices.

Simply  put,  the  users'  mind  cannot  be  entered  or  affected  in  any  way,  making  them  perfectly  immune  to  any  mind-related  effects  and  abilities.

superhuman  reflexes:  Users  have  glaringly,  obviously  and  super/unnaturally  superior  reaction  speeds  over  other  beings  in  their  universe  because  their  capabilities  are  pushed  beyond  the  natural  level,  making  them  able  to  react  faster  than  regular  beings.

[newnevermind-sanity]

The Matriarch by the time everyone meets her is a shell of her former self.

She, unlike the other witches, does not have a great amount of power. She can sense power extremely well, knows the type, where it belongs, can even trace it back to gods and pale beings alike, but she herself is not nearly as attuned with using magic. Her children far outmatch her. Her strength however is in being a guide, in having a fierce, big personality, in being able to wrangle all of these butterfly children into studying less their powers cause mayhem and catastrophe. She tries of course to give love to each one, but she stretches herself thin. They all know their mother is trying of course, and they all respect her at the very least. Most of them do love her, and try to support and help her as much as they can.

Once her wings were a bright lilac colour, she could fill an empty ballroom with her presence. Her voice carried the authority of her title and she was the perfect example of a being who may not be the most powerful, but knew how to interact with gods and pale beings, and how to hold sway over them with her children often used as threats or as bargaining pieces. (By threats I mean: if you fuck with us, my kids are going to destroy you. And by bargaining pieces I mean 'I can ask my kid to help you but you need to do something for them.' That sort of thing.)

But then she lost Vera.

Before this, everything was going alright. There was no need for any Witch Hunts as no one violated the order. All of her children were off on their own pursuring their magic and their lives. She feels it however, the moment Vera is sealed away. Not dead, no it doesn't feel nearly as final, but she lost all contact with her child. Of course she demands the butterflies go and investigate, and all they find are the complete ruins of Vera's sanctuary. The void is dead still, there is nothing but death and signs of a war Vera and their bugs clearly lost. Enki, who is the first on the scene due to proximity (as she was close by helping a certain godling who unwillingly got into a fight with his sister he didn't win) discovers the Dream Seal on part of the voice, but when they call Priscilla to perhaps undo the magic, she doesn't answer.

Deep down they all suspect it, but no one wanted to say anything. Surely the eldest of them could not have been involved with this. Surely it had to have all been the Radiance, right? Their fears grow however when it becomes clear Priscilla abandoned her mortal body, and was adrift in dreams. There is no concrete proof however, and so they mark her as missing as well. When attempting to brute force the seal open, the void only roiled and lashed out, causing them to have to abandon their efforts.

The youngest butterfly, and the eldest, both missing or beyond their reach. Of course the Matriarch grieves.

In the time between the fall of the sanctuary and when Vera is fully revived, two witch hunts occur. One is a tragic tale: a witch of disease named Sabit finally flew too close to the sun so to say. She found a strange rot that seemed to infect the mind before rotting out the body. Rust, she had called it. Unfortunately despite precautions and working closely with Enki, Witch of Lifeblood, to keep her shell fortified, she became infected herself, and her powers and natural resistances could not fight it off. As she fell into madness and attacked Enki, she broke the Do No Harm rule. Once everyone knew of the situation, they all decide to hunt her down and put her out of her misery.

The second Witch hunt was against a witch of Time. He, Avere, was warned against even studying it in the first place by the Matriarch herself. It always ends in madness, in delusions, in disaster. He's able to convince her that he could handle it. Unfortunately, the loss of his three siblings made him attempt to change the past. He attempts to intervene with the Sabit situation first, but no matter what he did, she would always become infected. He even tried to intervene directly, but he immediately found his sister did not approve of him attempting to change fate, shouting at him how dangerous it is and causing him to flee.

The Matriarch finds a letter that she swears wasn't there in her dresser before. It's from Sabit, who had snuck into the home in order to not cause any more disturbance in the timeline before returning to her studies of Rust. It was a warning of what Avere was trying to do. By then, Sabit's death already had happened, and the Matriarch immediately calls back her children. Avere does show of his own volition, thankfully, and they don't have to devise a way to get him back into their current time. Athena, witch of truth, is very quickly able to get the story out of Avere. The Matriarch is of course furious, and shouts at him for so recklessly trying to change the timeline just to save his sister. That sort of thing had to happen in much bigger crisis, when there is no other choice, not to undo the death of a loved one.

Avere is enraged, shouting back at his mother despite her being in the right. He could not understand how she would not wish her children back and well. The argument escalates, and something happens that no one expects, no one is prepared for.

Avere uses his powers to see into the future, and with that knowledge of how people would react, he lunges for his mother. No one will ever forget how she screamed, the ripping of her wings as he tears them apart in his fury. No one forgets how easily he dodged them all with that foresight, how he tore up her face, how he tore into her shell before he was finally stopped and pulled off of the woman. It all happened so fast, not helped by his powers to speed up or slow down time around him. Enki and Fjord , Witch of Soul are scrambling to save their mother's life, while others brutally murder their brother for attacking the woman.

The Matriarch survives, but she's never the same again. Grieving the loss of four children, and dealing with the trauma that one of them tried to kill her along with the loss of her wings, she begins to slowly deteriorate. No longer is her voice big and booming. No longer can they see a smile. No longer does she dance and sing.

This only gets worse as she gets older and her body starts to fail in other ways. Fjord and Enki are the only reason she still lives, but her colours start to dim and dull.

But then one day she feels a spark, a tug, deep in her soul. For the first time in ages, Athena watches her mother suddenly bolt up into an upright sitting position, eyes wide, feeling a shift deep within the earth that used to always be there and had now awoken once more.

She dares not hope. The link is so weak, barely there, but it's active. Vera is active again. Not nearly to the power they were, but it's there. It's there...

She weeps, telling Athena what she just felt. She still doesn't hope for anything more. Just this sign alone was more than she could've asked for.

The link slowly gets stronger, and stronger as Vera regains memories and some of their strength. Athena is witness to her mother's reaction as Vera is finally fully revived by Ghost as they finally find their perfectly preserved body. She watches her mother softly gasp, drop the spoon she was holding and stare into nothing for a moment before hearing a breathy laugh coming out of here.

"They're alive." The matriarch finally manages out after a moment, "Vera. They're alive."

And the Matriarch weeps, this time in pure joy. Athena swears some of the colour returns to her wings in that moment. Sure enough, soon they could hear Vera's call from across the home, asking someone, anyone, to get to them in Hallownest. Athena goes, and brings back the news that Vera is alive, recently revived, and they needed the butterfly council as soon as possible, and wanted to see their mother when possible.

It's the happiest Athena had ever seen her in centuries.

[the-orbz]

Chromaticism

The mage's hands hold against the ground as lightning strikes around them. Each loud sound forces another tear down their face as they wish for it to end, or maybe one to even strike them so they lose sense. Even as the water begins pouring from the sky and causes the electric shock to cover the ground they endure the damage with more magic. They look up at the sky and scream, their wind forcing the clouds away as they catch their breath. They try to cast fire on themself to stop it, but their skin covers with rock to protect itself. They sigh as they fall down, the wetness of their face now indistinguishable from the water on the ground. Unfortunately they are forced back up as an arm crawls out of them and pushes against the floor, a magical arm made out of a mass of elements.

"But- elemental powers are easy to control, why is it the one that is doing this to me?" They hold their real hand against their face feeling the Void magic exit from it and cover their face, their tears and sadness fading. "Yes, Void magic, however you work, please save me from all these powers, please remove my powers."

A dark hand replaces the old arm and begins tearing the void arm off of the mage, light magic healing their face by undoing all the harm, the harsh scratches of void claws being undone and their face as it was just a minute before. But there is no smile or thankfulness, rather, the use of void magic increases. More comes out of the arm as the mage slashes at itself, spreading more of the magic on itself to combat the god powers. Light combats this best it can, undoing several splotches of void as dark holds it back.

"Leave me ALONE!" They slowly get up as they yell at nothingness, stumbling forward and back. "I DON'T WANT THIS!"

They try to use their own flesh to dig in and grab their soul, pulling at it best they can until a red blade slashes with a blade at their arm, forcing it off. A green aura heals the mark, needing to keep up as a yellow shot keeps the hand away. A blue aura pulls the hand away as purple pulls at the legs, forcing them to fall as orange reduces the impact. The mage pauses for a moment, reaching towards the sky before closing their eyes. White surrounds their hand as they grab the dark hand and pull it off, throwing crystals at it to contain its powers. They try to repeat this for each form, but light keeps reversing it until they pin down the light in a crystal, holding it up in their white consumed hand and void hand. They breathe a sigh of relief as the void magic consumes their body.

The crystals gather at the removed soul and slowly create a copy of the mage, legendary magic filling in the flesh. "Don't discard a gift, not many people can use every type."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" They scream, shooting a void consumed energy blast from their palm, firing at the crystal being.

"?" They swiftly dodge, an orange glow increasing their reaction time as blue forcefully takes it a far distance away from the shot.

"You already lost, anyways." Void magic consumes the rest of the mage, disappearing with nothing left. Unfortunately their soul completes, and the legendary copy is completed into a whole being.

- - - - -

"Ever wonder why almost no one has all forms of magic I think only Illusionist and Keeper of Duality have used all forms- and they are the strongest people!"

"Who knows."

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! Can I ask a headcanon between dorm leaders with S/o that somehow getting hypnotized by their stalker (ex: like the sea witch hypnotize prince erik). I want to see how they gonna save her. Thank you~ Have a nice day/night!

Dorm Leaders + Hypnotised!MC

I took inspo from your sea witch and Prince Erik example, so there's the notion of a marriage proposal between you and the dorm leader

Warning: Yandere tones, Poisoning, Mentions of Torture but not explicit

One day, on the day of your awaited date, your lover stood there and wondered why you were late. He had prepared everything for this day because today, he held a box containing a singular ring, as you had described it as the way most people in your world proposed marriage.

What he didn't expect was for his lover to look at him with utter fear as he opened your room door...

Malleus Draconia

He didn't comprehend that you were hypnotised, since he was focused on the fact that you were crying at him in fear, muttering about a monster arriving

He doesn't know what to do, he gets on his knees, begging you to look at him

He's quick to get angry at your reluctance, forcing you to look up at him

It was then he noticed a difference of your eye colour. It was a shade duller than its original colour... Which he gathered were traces of hypnotism magic

His anger vanished, reserving it for the caster of the spell

It didn't take him long to dissipate the magic. He was a powerful magician after all

However, his methods rendered you tired and sleepy. He caught you, holding your much smaller body against his own as his eyes softened at your sleeping form

"Lilia, call for Vice Dorm Leader Viper," He said, cradling you against his chest. He pressed his lips on your forehead, wishing well dreams to you. "The caster is one of his students. No doubt, the caster learned from Viper to get to YN..."

"Bring him to me alive. He'll burn for his crimes."

Riddle Rosehearts

He's immediately angry at the situation, which doesn't help your fear

Trey snaps him out of his rage, but it was futile once you yelled "Stay away from me!" To Riddle. He'd be lying if his heart didn't break a little

You were in hysterics, and Riddle had no choice but to use his magic on you. Even if wasn't sealing away any magic, it would restrain you enough for him to inspect you

Riddle's magic prowess wasn't enough to identify the exact magic, but he told Trey to take notes of anyone could use controlling magic

Seeing that you weren't hostile around Ace and Deuce, you were left in their care

On the other hand... Cater and Trey found the caster. With Riddle's unique magic, it broke the spell

Riddle was more than angry at the caster, but your safety was first. He had to deal with the caster in a more... secretive way

"YN, oh YN..." He held you close, although he kept you in the hug since he didn't want you to see his tears. "You're back..."

"The person who did this to you will face punishment for breaking my rules..."

Kalim Al-Asim

He panics at first, but then he turns to Jamil, begging him to take a look at you since something was clearly wrong with you

When you called him scary and a monster, he was in denial, muttering about how you were sick, and just needed rest

He wasn't rational about it, trying to figure out why you were sick through normal medicine but it wasn't working

He was desperate, causing you to run away from him. Under your hypnotism, you ended up in the arms of your stalker

Jamil was quick to report your disappearance, and Kalim did not wait for a single second to rescue you

Kalim's connections made it easy to find a person that was able to undo the spell on you, although you had to undergo intense recovery as well

Kalim rubbed your tired hand, marvelling at the fact that you accepted his proposal. It was a desperate one, not as he imagined but happy tears fell at your sentiment. "YN... you don't have to apologise for the mean things you said. I know it's not you..."

"The culprit will be punished severely! He harmed the future bride of the Al-Asim family after all!"

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew it was the influence of magic when Jade reported the oddity to him. He knew, and yet...

It hurt. It hurt when you said those hurtful words to him. In his heart, he forgave you but he was focused on saving his future wife

Times like this, he was glad he chose to invest in those magical orbs that spied on you in secret

Floyd was a winning key. The caster was no match for him, although Floyd had to be lightly told off to not immediately kill on-site

Once the caster was brought, it was a matter of getting the teachers to remove the spell. Azul, for as much as he wanted to do it himself, wanted you to be safe. It was better to be safe than sorry

Oh, the joy he had having to punish the caster since the student was also part of the Octavinelle dorm...

You were well-rested, although you were still comforting your soon-to-be husband Azul as he still cries over your well-being. "YN... You're safe and that's all that matters..."

"That student is already suffering at the hands of the twins anyway... So don't concern yourself with him."

Idia Shroud

Initially, Idia thought you stood him up. If it weren't for Ortho, he wouldn't have searched for you

He wished he didn't, because the words you said stung. He kept his tears in though. It wasn't your fault nor the right time

He knew what was going on. He didn't have the latest technology spying on you for nothing

He had ignored those devices since he was so nervous about his proposal, but he wished he hadn't

Even though Idia wasn't the strongest magic user, he knew his way around magicians, particularly his influence around the other stronger students like Malleus

The spell was removed, and you were safe. Idia ignored any further punishments to the caster, since it was a later problem...

Idia held his breath as you got up, steadying yourself from your recovery. "YN... I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough... Thank you for trusting me..."

"Oh? The caster? He's burning in the River Styx. Where people like him belong..."

Leona Kingscholar

He never planned this to happen! The one thing he puts effort into and it's ruined by some lowlife!

He doesn't care about the insults you say. It filters out. He's used to it. Somehow... your insults linger a little longer than the ones from others...

He doesn't deal with you. He needs to find the person who did this and he needs to find them NOW

If it means turning them to sand, so be it. He wanted you back, no. He needed you back

With Jack's sense of smell, it doesn't take long for him to command the entire beastmen gang under him to find the caster

The caster ends up in his claws, primed for him to rip him to shreds... The spell reversal was quick, and Leona held you close to him. It was tempting to slip the ring he got onto your finger...

He kept the ring next to you, as well as a photo of you both. Once you woke up, he'd say all he meant to say that night. "YN... I'm gonna have to leave your side for a while."

"There's prey I have to hunt."

Vil Schoenheit

He felt like screaming and pulling his hair out when he found you in such a state. No... No, he, as a queen, must keep his composure

He turned away before any of those hurtful words reached his ears. He couldn't bear it if he heard such things from you

He called for Rook immediately, trusting his abilities to trace back your doings before the spell took place

Vil, on the other hand, took up his magic pen to conjure up a poison much more lethal than the one he submitted to become the dorm leader...

Epel, he had to admit, had the intimidation that caused the caster to reverse his spell. Vil spent time pampering you, even when you were recovering... It was as if he was your Prince curing you from the evil curse of the apple...

He brushed away your hair, pouring you a new cup of tea. You were quite weary after the whole ordeal, but you couldn't stop looking at the twinkling ring on your finger. "I'm glad it suits your taste, my sweet potato..."

"If I'm not mistaken, that rotten stalker should be rotting... on the outside too, with that new poison I made..."

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Broken trust

Summary: Finding out the truth about the Darkling, Y/N recounts the way they met only to realize she must say goodbye.

Warnings: angst

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Loving him felt like the most exquisite form of self destruction. She should have known sooner that he would be the source of the greatest pain she had ever known. Perhaps that's the problem, she never loathed the darkest parts of her that felt drawn to him from the first moment he had gazed upon her.

She never trusted anyone, not even her best friend until years have passed. She barely trusted herself for that matter. Trust didn't come easy for her, neither did love, but Y/N trusted Aleksander from the start, she didn't even question him and that is why it hurt so much, why it tore into her and ripped her to shreds.

She looked at him through a tear-clouded blur, her chest aching as her heart constricted inside with the iron fist of betrayal squeezing it tightly.

"How could you have lied?" She pauses, placing a hand on her chest, "To me?"

His jaw clenches, his eyes widening ever so slightly, "Would you have stayed?"

His voice is even, a calm in her raging storm and she can't help but hate him for it. While she is falling apart, he seems perfectly fine.

Her bottom lip quivers as her hands form fists, but when she speaks, she does so through gritted teeth, "When have I ever given you cause to question that?"

Aleksander steps closer, but Y/N is quick to take one back. His lips part, the way she can't even stand his presence inflicted hurt he didn't realize he was still capable of feeling.

"Do you remember when we met?" She asks, unsure why she's reminiscing now.

Walking into a Grisha tent wasn't quite a bright idea on Y/N's behalf, but sometimes you realize there are people worth risking your life for, and for Y/N, her best friend Mal was that person.

She had accepted a wager that would guarantee no one would pick on Mal, all she had to do was retrieve some grapes from a Grisha tent and this particular one seemed to be the only one unguarded.

She looked around at the dark colors inside with a frown etched in her face. She couldn't understand who'd enjoy living in such darkness. Isn't the world dark enough as it is?

Shaking her head, she looks to the table and upon the table she find the grapes that meant Mal would be safer. Wasting no time, her hand clutched the bowl and yet as she took it in her hand, a voice had startled her.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Nodding, Aleksander pursed his lips. His eyes are dark, two pools of infinite darkness she had liked upon her before. She wasn't quite sure if she enjoyed his attention anymore.

"You were in my tent." He raised an eyebrow, "Uninvited.",

Gasping, Y/N turned around, her hands remaining behind her with the grapes safely hidden.

"I am sorry, I got lost." She came closer, her eyes meeting the intimidating black ones of the man much taller than her, much more powerful than she could ever be.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes trailing her from head to toe, studying her as she realized he didn't believe her.

"I was just transferred back after a mission, I didn't realize the tents have been moved around. Mine used to be here", she managed a nervous smile, walking around him and toward the exit in hope of him letting her go.

"And yet you didn't leave once you realized it was not yours anymore", he spoke, his gaze following every step she takes. He steps in her way, blocking her from leaving. He's close, close enough for her to feel the faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

Swallowing thickly, she keeps staring at him as if he had chained her eyes to his, as if he had enchanted her. She doesn't even feel as his right arm moves around her, not until his hand plucks a single grape from the bowl, bringing it to his lips.

"Don't they feed you over in the First army?"

A faint smile forms on Aleksander's lips, just enough for the corners of his mouth to move, to capture her attention.

"You were stealing from me", he notes and she holds her breath as her heart, as treacherous as it is, jumps at the nearly lighthearted chuckle escaping him.

"And you stopped me from leaving", she adds, a sigh passing her lips.

"I should go" , Y/N blurts out, passing by the unknown Grisha as swiftly as possible. Just as she's about to reach the exit, to see the light of the day, cold, long fingers wrap around her left wrist, effectively pulling her back to face the Grisha.

A gasp escapes her once her eyes meet the dark shadows around the Grisha, more so when a light explodes around them. A warmth like she had never felt before spreads inside her, beams around her and the Grisha whose eyes are wide in shock, awestruck just as much as she is. The light encases them, her body shaking with the magnitude of their reality, yet she cannot comprehend where the light is coming from.

Breaking away from his eyes, she looks to his hand wrapped around her wrist, securely holding onto her. The glow of her skin, a thousand suns emerging from every inch of her makes her breathless. Her knees buckle and still, instead of the fall, she feels an arm around her, pulling her up and closer, much closer to the Grisha she had just met.

The shock of his arm around her dims the light, the darkness blinding her temporarily.

Only then does she hear the excited murmuring and whispers around her, only then does she look back at the Grisha holding her, keeping her from falling to her knees.

"Wh-what just happened?" She breathes out, her eyes flickering from his relentless gaze to his lips as they form a smile.

"You are a Sun summoner."

Leaning back on the table, Aleksander crosses his arms. "I had no intention on hurting you when I did. Your light must have felt it or it wouldn't have responded to me."

Scoffing, Y/N averts her gaze, "It was naïve." Locking her eyes on him once more, she adds, "And so was I."

"If I had told you, would you not think I'm evil from the start? Would you not have hated me?" Aleksander's eyebrows furrow, a single strand of hair falling to his forehead and it took everything in Y/N not to laugh. His disheveled look, if she could call it that, is still a thousand times more perfect than any other man.

"You could have trusted me." Tucking her hair behind her right ear, Y/N sighs heavily. "I trusted you. Now we will never know."

Unnerved, Aleksander comes before her in just a few strides, his hands cupping her face as she holds her breath, afraid of letting him know she still cares for him. It's an advantage she refuses to hand him.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're all I have", his voice is quiet, almost vulnerable, something she had only sensed in him once before and that was when he spoke of the burdens of his legacy. That was a lie, so was this not a lie as well?

She placed her hands over his, letting them linger momentarily before pulling them down, away from her with all her strength.

"I am not yours to lose!" She walks past him, just as she had done on that fateful day they met, and his hand catches her wrist just the same, pulling her back into his chest.

She pushes against him, trying to get away but his hold on her is stronger, unmoving like a force of nature.

"You may not be mine, but I am yours. There is no one like us in this world, Y/N", Aleksander's voice is softer, more tender than his embrace feels.

Shaking her head, Y/N croaks, "Don't make me hurt you."

"Hurt me?" His worry and pleas are replaced by arrogance, a smirk appearing on his lips. He could never imagine her to be powerful enough to harm him physically, but her leaving? That would break him.

Staying with him would undo her, Y/N knows that. She's tearing to pieces and not at the seams, it's much harder to heal when you break in an uneven patter where you can't stitch yourself up and move on. No...Aleksander Kirigan will be a gaping wound for a long time and then a nasty scar to serve as a reminded why she shouldn't trust easily, or anyone but herself.

"You once told me I would be your equal", she raised her chin defiantly, the smirk on her lips rivaling his. "You were right."

She raises her hand to his face swiftly, a light emerging from her palm in such bright intensity she could feel her skin burning with it.

It didn't last long, for her it felt like a few seconds, but his pained scream would remain in her head like an echo for a long time to come.

For Aleksander the pain was momentary, he healed rather fast. But when his vision cleared and she wasn't by his side, that pain would last a lifetime, fueling his darkness as he sets out to find her - the only light that can chase away the shadows he invited on the day the fold was created.

Y/N once believed he was worth loving, that he could be saved. Aleksander vowed to make sure she does again.

PART 2