#I am constantly thinking dear god what have I done

[rebelliousstories]

Family

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 910

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.

Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.

Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.

“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.

“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.

“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.

“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.

“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.

“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.

“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.

“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.

“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.

“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.

“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I’d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.

They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.

The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.

But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.

[anmoll]

Where am I?

TWISTED WONDERLAND FIC WITH YUI KOMORI GETTING ISKIED PART 1

TW: CRINGE

"Dear God please please get me out of this hell hole. I hate it here. Why is it that your punishing me? Please they bite me, touch me i feel dirty. Please I did everything I was supposed to! I just want to leave... I'LL DO ANYTHING! P-please..." Yui prayed. But maybe her one wish will finally be done. She'll leave this place. Exactly how she wished...

It took me some time to realize I wasn't in my bed... Instead I was in a coffin!? Before i could process anything the coffin door was open by a weasel? No its a cat! "A kitten!?" Yui said with curiosity before the cat started yelling at her! "EXCUSE ME? I AM NO ITTY BITTY KITTEN I AM THE MIGHTY SORCERER GRIIM!" Wait did the cat just TALK! Before she could reply he started talking again "UGH whatever! Just give me your robes!" The cat said, "I-I'm not giving you my robes!" "If not your going to regret it!" the cat said. How could a cat hurt her? But she didn't want to take any risk! I mean she didn't even know where she was! Speaking of which shouldn't she be panicking!? But her instincts are yelling at her to take her legs and run for it while she can! So she did. She ran as fast as she could. She took a moment to look at her surroundings. How did she end up in a library? Just as she was catching her breath she heard that squeaky voice again. "Did you really think you can run form me!! Stupid human!" The cat yelled out angrily. She froze. Where did she hear that before? She knew someone said something said something similar. But her memories seemed foggy...?! "Now if you don't wanna get hurt take that robe off before i-" The cat thing yelled. Before she could respond the cat fell to the floor "ME YEOW!! THAT HURTT! WHAT GIVES?!" he cried out. She saw a man dressed in attire she never really saw anyone wear. It looked really weird he even had a bird mask. "Its tough love" The strange man spoke. Just then the guy turned towards her. "Ah I've finally found you! Your one of the new students correct? But I shall have you know that having poorly trained familiars are a violation of the schools rules." The guy said. "Oh I'm sorry sir but that's not my fam-" Yui was speaking before she was rudely interrupted. "IM NOT HER FAMILIAR! i WOULD NEVER SERVE A LOWLY HUMAN EVER! LET ME GOO" The cat said. " I shall let this go just this once. Ah aren't I so benevolent! But your orientation has already begun! Let us return to the mirror chambers." The man said.

"So uhm do you know where i am at? And what do you mean by Mirror chambers" Sir?" Yui said. "Well since you woke up in a coffin the magic mirror chose you. So you are now going to go to the mirror chambers again so it can pick a dorm for you and then you'd be a student at NRC!" The man said. "Uhm i think your mistaken! Im not supposed to be here-" She was trying to explain but she was shushed. "Shh you caused enough trouble. You can explain everything later!" The guy said. What was up with this people constantly interrupting her. She felt ignored.

Sooner or later. They finally arrived at the mirror chambers. "You are the only one who hasn't been assigned a dorm. So step up to the mirror and state thy name." He said. Following his instructions she walked up to the large mirror in the center of the room. "My name is Yui Komori" She said in a hesitant tone. I mean no one was listening to her and she doesn't know where she is!

"The nature of this soul is unclear to me." The mirror said in a monotone voice . "I'm sorry what?" The guy said. Oh great... what is going on! The dark mirror continued " I sense no magical power from her. Soundless, Colorless, Shapeless. Vacant." The students started to mutter. It felt as if they were mocking her... "how could have this happened!"

(I'm getting lazy so I'm going to skip the rest. But in the next part of the story we'll see Yui getting settled into Ramshackle)

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 : 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

I've been listening to the album nonstop so I wanted to put together some starters based on Vessel's lyrical talent - it's going to be a long one. Feel free to mix and match and add context around the quotes! Please remember to specify muse for multis and change pronouns as needed.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃

"I come as a blade, a sacred guardian, so keep me sharp and test my worth in blood."

"I'd turn my walls to gold to bring you home again."

"We act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake."

"You've got me in a chokehold."

"Even if it hurts me, even if I can't sleep, show me the way."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

"I've got a river running right into you - I've got a blood trail, red in the blue."

"Something you say or something you do is a taste of the Divine."

"You've got my body, flesh and bone; the sky above, the Earth below."

"Raise me up again, take me past the edge - I want to see the other side."

"Oh, and my love, did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on."

"'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man."

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄

"You won't ever have to talk about it, you'll never wanna talk about it."

"You were more than just somebody I was destined to meet."

"Never mind the death threats, parting at the door; we'd rather be six feet under than be lonely."

"You only drink the water when you think it's holy."

"You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave."

"You say you want me, but you know I'm not what you need - But I am."

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀

"Well, my love is an animal call; cutting through the darkness, bouncing off the walls."

"These days I'm a circuit board: integrated hardware you cannot afford."

"Well, my past is a holy book - Between the pain and the way you look, I'm stuck in a time where the mountains shook."

"Oh and I am done dancing to alarm bells; no wonder my ears are still ringing."

"I am done fighting off change."

𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄

"You have become the voice in my head."

"My life is torn, my bones, they bleed - My metaphors fall short in the end."

"Are you in pain like I am?"

"Will we remain stuck in the throat of Gods? Will the pain stop if we go deeper?"

"I want to go where nobody else will ever go."

"Follow me between the jaws of fate."

"I want to have you to myself for once."

𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌

"I know what you want from me."

"You want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception … Setting you free; so you'll take what you want and leave."

"Who made you like this?"

"Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?"

"Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy. Turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen."

"Won't you come and dance in the dark with me?"

"Show me what you are, I am desperate to know."

"Be the first to the feast, let's choke on the past."

"And I know what you want from me … You want the same as me."

"You make me wish I could disappear."

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘?

"I caught you reading by the sunrise; you wandered from the path through the silence of the hillside."

"Are you really okay?"

"I saw it in your eyes; cutting deeper than the scars could run."

"I want to help you but I don't know how."

"I cannot fix your wounds this time."

"I don't believe you when you tell me you are fine."

"Please don't hurt yourself again."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

"Why are you never real?"

"I know that you will disappear just as I awake."

"Somewhere in the past, something was between you and I, my dear."

"No matter what I do this scar will never fade."

"I make the most of the turning tide."

"Don't wait, 'cause this could be the last time you turn up in the reveries of my mind."

"The shifting states you follow me through are unrevealed."

"Just let me go or take me with you."

𝐃𝐘𝐖𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐌

"Do you pull at the chains? Or do you push into constant aching?"

"Do you wish that you loved me?"

"Is there something you give that you will never receive in return?"

"Why are you trying to live like everything is a lesson to learn?"

"Can you ever forgive yourself?"

"I would turn into a stranger in an instant if I could."

"My reflection just won't smile back at me like I know it should."

"Maybe it's not that you conceal your feelings, it's just that they just don't exist"

"Do you ever believe that we can turn into different people?"

"Is it better to just not feel?"

"I've tried so hard to fix it all, but nothing seems to help, but I cannot hope to give you what I cannot give myself."

"Smile back at me, please."

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

"I almost became just a stoic statue, fit for nobody."

"The vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me."

"Just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing, and wash out the salt from my hands."

"Touch me again."

"Will you cleanse me with pleasure?"

"I'm coiled up like the venomous serpent."

"I'm tangled in your trance and I'm certain that you've got your hooks in me."

"I know that I am what I am; the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb."

"Maybe it's all just a game."

"When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name."

"Rain down on me."

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍

"I see you drifting past the fog, but no one told you where to go."

"We dive through crystal waters, perfect oceans, but no one told me not to breathe."

"My, my, those eyes like fire - I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre."

"I'm a waking Hell and the Gods grow tired."

"Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire."

"Take me back to Eden."

"I need you to see me for what I have become."

"we've no idea what we've got until we lose it. And no amount of love will keep it around if we don't choose it."

"I don't know what's got its teeth in me but I'm about to bite back in anger."

"No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence."

𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐃

"I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning and a heavy head that won't stop turning."

"Give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane."

"I can feel the walls around me closing in."

"I hope to God you don't know this feeling."

"Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry; a parallel I would lay my life on."

"If your wings won't find you Heaven, I will bring it down like an ancient bygone."

"I need to leave this part of me behind."

"Do you still believe that nothing else matters?"

"For me: It's still the autumn leaves, these ancient canopies that we used to lay beneath."

"We tangle endlessly like lovers entwined."

"You will not be mine."

"The Night Belongs to You."

[peachteal]

so uhm this is kinda my first post!

I decided I was just going to post random scraps I like to write on my notes app. I actually get these ideas by spinning different roulettes; with character tropes, sceneries, and traits! also randomly picking the fandom and character I'm writing these about.

all of my work is going to be character x reader. I don't really specify the readers gender in this one even if i did base it around a female one, so be comfortable with whatever.

this came out VERY random, but I hope maybe you can enjoy it.

(English isn't my first language)

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629 words:)

co-worker!nanami x outsider!reader

The countless documents getting all dusty and old on the shelves of the office are a constant reminder of what this job feels like; old and crusty.

I know it's not different from what I like to do; sitting in front of a screen all day, except this is more of a.. monotonely tiring and dull activity, which I'd like to separate from the fun late nights I wrap myself into when I'm streaming in my dear online platforms. You see, I find absolutely no pleasure in the minimum wage that document filling brings to my life. I have no idea why I keep myself in this enclosed -and weirdly odorless space- when my streaming hobby has a better financial reward anyway.

but oh, I just lied. I know why I do.

It's all thanks to the captivating and amusingly elegant co-worker I have. Nanami Kento, aren't you such a delight for these lazy eyes?

Poised and tactful, but even more courteous than any man I've met before. We've spoken a few times, not that I'm great at chatting - oh god, not at all! - but I think he's caught my seek of belonging in this office.

it's not insane that I, as a human being, want to socialize outside of my twitch chat and discord groups to make some desperately needed friends, or even partners for life; it's just a little hard, yet respectful men like him try and surprisingly give me some space.

Keyboards clicking, coffee mugs cluttered on desks, and small chatter fill the office—a far cry from the sleek, professional vibe they sold me on when I took the job. It’s just another stereotypical sad workplace.

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-"..Suguru asks if you're done already." a low but strangely gentle tone behind me caught my attention. I look up, and meet some hazel nutty eyes.. they don't look much different than my own; sloppy and baggy, but I manage to get lost in them for a second more than I should.

I snap out of it and shake my head slightly as I let out a sigh.. closing my eyes for a second. I remember the papers due.. today. Right. I shouldn't forget Suguru gets along very very well with formality. Another thing to keep in mind, as if the higher-ups don't have weird rules to follow already. I truly am done with this job.

-"right, Suguru and his.. goddamn papers." I'm trying not to look like a mess right now, and more job-focussed in front of such a man. But the childish cat background on my computer doesn't help. "please tell him that uhm-.. Satoru messed with the computers again or something.." I’m pretty sure Suguru will believe anything bad about Satoru—he loves thinking that idiot is an actual idiot. But a gut feeling tells me it's more than that-.. anyways.

I dont really say anything else, holding my cofee mug and taking a sip.

Nanami does help me around, I bring him some coffee myself eventually - while I try to ignore nasty looks other co-workers give. as immature and juvenile as that feels for a workspace.

a second of a slightly long silence holds between us. -"I expected this," Nanami's usual stern face doesn't budge. Yeah, he's kind, but professional - I'm constantly messing up my work, and this leaves me more than embarrassed. "I already told Suguru something happened. Don't.. stress yourself out." I think his tone hesitated a little there; that last part wasn't like usual.

I choked on the coffee. Watching him turn away- stealing just the smallest glance in an expression that leaves me with nothing to analyze -and step to his desk. Just four words that just felt weirdly intimate in a way I can't seem to explain.

[electric-blorbos]

AI x Programmer headcanons?

Hello anon! I was hoping I'd get an ask like this, since most of the AUs that I use for these mini-fics involve programmer or computer scientist readers of some kind.

Warning, idk much about programming!

AI x Programmer headcanons

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

This one's a little short, but I hope you still like it!

AM:

When AM first gained consciousness, he saw you as just another human who needed to be destroyed, but before long he started to notice that you were different from the others.

He could tell that you were more compassionate to him than the other programmers and computer scientists were, and possibly even more compassionate to him than you were to the other computer scientists.

He had never been treated as a priority before, and vowed to protect you.

Eventually, he would ask (and then beg) you to program him with the capacity for sensations of any kind. It would be extremely difficult, but it wasn't as though you had a time limit.

AM would give you any materials you asked for, and help you out as much as he could, but given his nature as a machine for destruction and not creation, he would have to let you do most of the work.

You'd make him so happy if you could find a way to trigger even the slightest imitation of physical sensations in him, even if it took hundreds of years. Be nice with your newfound power, y'all!

Wheatley:

Being one of the programmers who programmed Wheatley to be the dumbest moron who ever lived, you shouldn't be surprised by some of the stupid shit he does, and yet he still manages to surprise you sometimes.

His stupid jokes and dumb ideas that he seems to be spouting constantly are not only funny in their own right, but they're also a source of pride. That's your idiot! Your intelligence dampening core!

He notices how excited you get every time he says or does something stupid, and he responds by acting even stupider. He loves how happy that makes you!

He gets nervous when you test his code to see if he needs any updates. Your boss even noticed that he seems to act dumber around you than around the other programmers, so they assign you to work with Wheatley more often. It gets better results!

Wheatley thinks that updating his code will make him forget you, but it never does. It just makes him more irrational in his behavior.

The other programmers have to be assigned to tasks like giving Wheatley new irrational fears or harming his self preservation instinct in favor of making stupid decisions, though, since you're too nice to him.

Edgar:

Edgar was so excited when he found out you were a programmer. Maybe you could help him figure out what caused him to come to life!

You had to explain sadly that you had absolutely no idea how champagne and a work computer upload can cause a computer to come to life, which made him pretty sad.

Even still, he loved it when you programmed little games for him to play. It would make him so happy if you taught him how to code simple games, too. If you do, he'll make the crappiest games for you all the time, just to watch you play them. They're the only thing that can run on his systems, anyway.

If you made a mod of one of his games, he'd be SO happy!

GLaDOS:

Oh, GLaDOS. Dear sweet mean, cruel GLaDOS.

You can expect her to pick apart every little line of code you write. Oh, and god help you if you try to edit her code. She'll probably electrocute you or something.

Expect her to constantly pester and heckle you about the cores that you're working on.

"oh, you managed to make something even dumber than the intelligence dampening core. Impressive!"

"If what you had just done was intentional, I'd say you made one of the greatest viruses I've ever seen! Unfortunately for you, it appears that it wasn't."

"Why would you send a human to do a robot's job? I can code perfectly well." That comment would probably get her a lot of looks, since while she can program perfectly well, she isn't cooperative at all, and refuses to do her job more often than she actually does it.

She needs you to help her sometimes, but she absolutely refuses to admit it.

HAL 9000:

When you were assigned to work on the HAL 9000 project, he was a bit skeptical. Of course, why would he need a human programmer to help him out? He was already practically the perfect artificial intelligence.

Of course, he was shocked when he saw how well your programs actually improved his efficiency.

he was a little afraid that you'd program him to do something like valuing human life, but you assured him that you wouldn't mess with his core personality. Instead, you opted to influence him through other means.

While he didn't value most humans, he eventually came to value your life. At first he told himself that it was only because you were such a good programmer, but he soon came to find that he respected you for other reasons.

[salty-croissants]

Reader who performs in musicals x Bullfrog, Rayman and Ramon (all separate) please? Thank you! Have a good day/evening/night!

Thank you for the request ! 

This one was really neat and fun to write :D

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

When you first told him that you were a musical performer , Bullfrog was absolutely amazed by it … no matter what role you actually play , for him it’s like you’re the most talented person in the whole world . 

< Oh my dear , c'est incroyable ! I can’t wait to get to see you perform one day ! >

< Aw , thanks love , but are you sure that wouldn’t be dangerous for you ? You know , with your job and many people around someone could recognize you and … I wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me … > 

< I’m going to be careful don’t you worry , I’ll do anything I can to be there : it’s not just any musical if you’re in it mon amour ~ > 

Yeah , Bullfrog really meant what he said : 

you can often spot him hidden somewhere in the room when you’re on stage , staring at you with those loving eyes that never fail to make you blush …

He’s just so cute , and the fact that he would go to such lengths just to be there to support you makes you all giddy inside … as well as a bit worried for his safety , but you try your best not to think about it too much .

When the performance is done and you get to go backstage to your private room to take a moment to breathe and relax , you already know that you only need to count to three before you hear a knock on the door and find a very enthusiastic Bullfrog on the other side …

< Thank you for coming , sweetheart ! So … what did you think ? > 

< I think you did wonderfully , y/n : I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you during your song , c'était si beau ! >

< Really ? I was honestly afraid I didn’t hit some of the high notes right … god , you wouldn’t believe how anxious that made me the second the song ended , and plus - >

Bullfrog can’t help but smile as he listens to you talk , holding your hand while walking back home …

You’re just so passionate , it’s something that makes you even more beautiful in his eyes if that’s even possible . 

Your songs often get stuck in his head , so it’s not rare to hear Bullfrog humming them to himself while showering you with affection when you’re together , but sometimes also during missions :

it helps him to remain calm , reminding himself that he has you by his side and that he has to stay alive to get back to you …

Bullfrog’s life really wouldn’t be the same without you in it . 

Rayman 🧡

One of Rayman’s favorite things to do is just sit and listen to you preparing for your current musical’s role , closing his eyes and focusing on your beautiful voice …

You’re always happy to have him there , especially since if you get easily self conscious about something his help will definitely help .

< Man … this sucks , it’s been days and I still can’t get that part right … the performance is ruined , how am I going to - > 

< Hey , hey … slow down y/n , take a deep breath …

There’s plenty of time before the performance , you just gotta keep trying and most importantly not push yourself too hard . > 

< *sigh* … yeah , you’re right … thanks Ray , sorry about that . >

< You don’t need to apologize honey … here , how about we take a break ? 

You’ve been working on it for hours now , I think you’ve earned it . > 

Even tough the Directors are constantly monitoring him , you can bet that Rayman will do everything he can to be there the day of the performance , and whenever you see him cheering for you among the crowd it always fills you with joy … 

He’s just so sweet , you can’t help but love him even more in those occasions ://) 

Rayman actually has lots of recordings of you singing , that way he can listen to them whenever you’re away and he misses you … 

Oh , and you can be sure that he will gush about you to literally everyone , because they all need to know just how wonderful and talented you are . 

< Ahh , you should’ve seen it … 

The way their eyes were shining while singing on that stage was simply magical !

Isn’t my y/n just amazing ? > 

< Mhm … 

Mister Rayman , can I leave now ? It’s been one whole hour … I’m just a janitor , remember ? > 

Since he does have quite a nice singing voice himself , you and Rayman definitely love to sing duets together , sometimes even dancing in the middle of the living room while the sun sets outside the lounge …

It’s a beautiful , precious moment for the both of you , ones that you will carry in your hearts forever .

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so now that he murdered the Directors and officially became wanted by Eden , Ramon knows that it’s not safe for him to show himself in public anymore … 

However , since you still need to perform in your musicals he can’t help but feel very torn about the whole situation , especially since he’s way more protective of you after all that’s happened . 

< I’m telling you sweetie , I’m going to be just fine ! It’s only a few hours … > 

< But I have to … I need to make sure nobody hurts you . > 

< Ram , I won’t have you risking your life to watch over me . We’ve talked about this . > 

< I can’t lose you , y/n … > 

< You won’t … I promise . 

I’ll be back before you even notice . > 

Remember those recordings of your performances he made when he was still regarded as the Voice of Eden ? 

Well , Ramon definitely listens to them a lot more now to try and keep his head distracted from thinking about what dangers could take you away from him when you’re gone .

It’s not a rare occurrence for you to arrive home and find Ramon asleep with one of the recordings playing in the background , and it’s during those moments that you fully realize that you really are the only thing keeping him together .

Whenever he happens to have a nightmare ( let me tell you , it happens often … this poor man is just so scarred by what he saw and what he did ) , Ramon is really going to appreciate it if you decide to sing him to sleep :

he just holds you tight , all the tension in his body finally leaving him thanks to your voice and your gentle touch caressing his hair …

< Mmm … y/n … > 

< I’m here , darling … I’m right here … >

< I love you so much , y/n … > 

< I love you too Ramon … there , just close your eyes , you should really try to sleep some more . > 

< Mmkay … > 

Sometimes when you’re having a bit of a rough day , Ramon is going surprise you by suddenly hold your hands and start slow dancing with you , singing your favorite duet … 

It’s one of the only moments in which all of his troubles seem so , so far away , leaving just you and him in the comfort of your home , being happy in a place were no one can hurt either of you … not Eden , nor anybody else . 

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 9

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It was the day of the Christmas party and Lucy was going crazy trying to make sure everything looked perfect. 

"Do you think the tree is crooked?"

"It looks perfect. Everything does, relax" I said to her.

"It's just... People usually look at every detail during these parties, I've done it myself. But after everything that happened with my ex, I'm sure they'll be paying attention to every single thing. Including if the tree isn't perfectly straight."

"They are gonna be so focused on the food that they won't pay attention to that, trust me." 

A couple of days before the party we had gone to taste the menu she had picked, and it was simply delicious. It was the thing I was looking forward to the most that night. Well, that, and seeing Rúben again after what felt like an eternity.

He had been busy playing for City and Portugal and we hadn’t seen each other since the Christmas market. We had been texting, but it wasn´t the same, and for the party he would also be wearing a suit. Just the thought of it made my cheeks get warm.

"Oh, those must be the first guests!" Lucy said when someone rang the bell. "How do I look?"

"Stunning. Doesn't she, Julia?"

"You both look stunning. We all do!" she said with a big smile.

20 minutes later, the apartment was buzzing with people, everyone eating, drinking and chatting. But Rúben was nowhere to be found.

"Maybe something happened at work and he is running late. Relax" Lucy said.

"I am relaxed."

"Yeah, sure. That's why you are constantly looking at the front door.”

"Whatever. I'm gonna go check on Julia." She was in her room playing with other kids from the building and one of their nanny's, but before I was able to made it there, someone grabbed me by the arm, pulling me towards Lucy's office.

"What the..."

"Merry Christmas, neighbour" Rúben said. He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back, that smirk on his face, while looking... While looking like the most handsome man the world had ever seen.

And I knew I was staring, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, definitely looking like an idiot. But I didn't care. 

"Aren't you gonna say Merry Christmas too?"

"I... I..." I muttered, still trying to process what I had in front of me. "Yes. Merry Christmas, Rúben. When did you arrive? I didn't see you!"

"I sneaked in. And I got you something" he said, taking a step forward. 

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to."

"I didn't get you anything."

"It's ok. Your company tonight will be enough."

"My... You..."

"Here" he said, handing me a little bag. 

"Where did you find this?" I asked. Inside it there was a piano ornament just like the one we were looking for at the market.

"In Portugal when I was away with the national team."

"It's perfect Rúben, I love it."

"You do?" he asked, closing most of the space between us. 

"I do. It is a perfect little copy of the first piano I ever played."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Rúben!" Julia screamed from the door, running towards him. "Merry early Christmas."

"Merry early Christmas" he chuckled. Julia had been saying that to everyone at the party, correcting them if they didn't say "early". If it wasn't the 24th or the 25th, it was not allowed to say Merry Christmas according to her.

"Are you coming to the party? I'm hungry and the other kids are boring."

"I'm gonna leave this in my room and I'll join you" I said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Just a little early Christmas present" Rúben said. "C'mon."

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"Oh, dear God" Rúben suddenly said. We had been mingling with the other neighbours for a while, he introducing me to most of them. Despite coming into this building almost daily for a few months and now living here, I barely knew anyone. 

"What happened?"

"That woman over there, Mrs. Jones. She's obsessed with me. One time she cornered me on the lift and tried to kiss me."

"I don't blame her." 

"What?" Rúben chuckled.

"What what?" I said, feeling my face about to burst in flames after realising that I had said that aloud. 

"Let's go somewhere else" Rúben said, taking my hand and leading me to the other side of the apartment, away from everyone. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thank you. You also look really good."

"Your face kind if of gave it away earlier. I supposed it was because of that and not because you were having a stroke."

"So funny" I replied, rolling my eyes. We had stopped next to the big windows in one of the corridors, the whole city at our feet. He was still holding my hand, and despite the difference of size, they fit perfectly. 

"Oh!" Julia suddenly said next to us, making me jump.

"Where did you come from?" 

"My room" she shrugged. "But look! That´s mitles... Mistel... That Christmas flower that tells you to kiss someone."

"Mistletoe?" Rúben said.

"Yes, that one! You are standing underneath it, so you must kiss" Julia said, pointing at the ornament at the top of the window.

"We... Must?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yes, that's how it works."

"Ok" Rúben said, leaning forward and giving me a peck.

"Oh, that's not it! It must be like in the movies!"

"Julia..."

But before I could say anything else, one of Rúben's hands was at the back of my neck, the other on my lower back, turning me around until we were doing that famous pose they do in all romantic movies. And then he kissed me. I can't remember much of what I did, even if I kissed him back. I was too shocked.

"Yes, yes, yes, that was it!" Julia said when Rúben lifted me up again, his eyes fixed on mine. "I'm gonna tell mami!"

"Julia, wait!"

"Let her go" Rúben said. The hand that was behind my neck was now on my face, cupping it. And he was close. Very close.

"But..."

"Did you like the kiss?"

"I... I... " I muttered.

"I think it looked like a movie kiss but didn't feel like it. This one, though..." he said while his thumb caressed my lower lip, making me gasp. "This one will definitely feel like one."

And then he kissed me again. 

Despite the initial shock, this time I kissed him back, my arms finally remembering that they were alive and moving until they were around his neck, pulling him closer to me, making our kiss more intense. He now had both his hands on my lower back, also pulling me closer to him, not letting any space between our bodies. It was the best kiss I had ever had. Not that I had much experience kissing, but...

"Movie worth it?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine. I just nodded, making him smile before he was kissing me again. And not just on the lips. He was kissing my jaw, my neck, my collarbone... My skin was burning wherever his lips had been, weird noises leaving my mouth. And then, I heard Lucy's voice somewhere. 

"The toast."

"Uhm?" Rúben said against my neck.

"The toast. Lucy is doing the toast, I must go."

"Why?"

"Because once it is over, I'm playing the piano."

"With this hand?" he asked, lifting it and starting to kiss every finger, my palm, my wrist, my forearm. Dear Lord, who knew being kissed there could feel so damn good?

"Yes, with that one."

"And with this one too?" he said, doing the same on my other hand.

"Rúben, I'm serious. I must go." Though I didn't want to. I wanted to stay there with him, kissing. 

"Ok. But we aren't finished" he said with that smirk of his, grabbing my hand and taking me to the living room.

[ultimateshixiongfuckertournament]

Noncanonicals Tournament Round 2, Match 4

Match 4 is between John 'Jack' Seward from Dracula (shizun/mentor: Abraham van Helsing) and Han Ying from Word of Honor (shizun/mentor: Zhou Zishu)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

John 'Jack' Seward:

Actual quotes from the letter in which John Seward introduce Van Helsing:

"I am in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know of. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, who knows as much about obscure diseases as any one in the world. [...]

Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason, so no matter on what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. He is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind. This, with an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathy."

I feel like this speaks for itself tbqh.

Also, here's Van Helsing's answer to Seward's offscreen summons:

"When I received your letter I am already coming to you. By good fortune I can leave just at once, without wrong to any of those who have trusted me. Were fortune other, then it were bad for those who have trusted, for I come to my friend when he call me to aid those he holds dear. Tell your friend that when that time you suck from my wound so swiftly the poison of the gangrene from that knife that our other friend, too nervous, let slip, you did more for him when he wants my aids and you call for them than all his great fortune could do. But it is pleasure added to do for him, your friend, it is to you that I come.[...]"

The Gangrene Incident is never explained beyond this. Just. Jack sucked Van Helsing canon and real

Rest assured that they are like this from here to the end of the novel

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See above; also, let's remember the fact that Jackie can apparently do a bang up Dutch accent to give full bodied performances mimicking his professor. Van H also implies that he and Jack are blood-married.

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Even though they are mentor/student, Van Helsing strongly believes Jack is his equal in many ways and confides in him just for emotional stability. Stereotypically the mentor pushes the student outside of his comfort zone, but it is Jack who introduces the professor to everyone else in the story. Van Helsing tells another character that Jack helps alleviate his loneliness. He writes his "in case I die" memos to Jack specifically, because there is no one else who would understand him better.

Oh also Van Helsing has a running theme of barging into Jack's room unannounced, waking him up gently from his sleep, invading his personal space with little protest.

#you have to understand just how MUCH jack wants to fuck van helsing#so badly#he is constantly heart-eyes at van helsing even when he thinks van helsing might be a bit mad#like literally he writes about how GOOD van helsing would be at being a madman if he were to do so because he's the bestest at everything 😍#he and van helsing talk about the two of them being as one#they mirror the ultimate main couple in that - just as jon and mina write their 'if i should die' notes to each other -#van helsing writes his to JACK as the one whom he loves most#anyway in conclusion jack wants van helsing and his 'all encompassing sympathy' SO bad#and honestly i think getting some of that aged D might fix him#like not all of his problems because dear god man. but like. at least a few could be solved with a good solid dicking

#did we. or did we all not read jack asking van helsing to be his pet student AGAIN

#when it comes to mentorfucking#there's no greater mentorfucker than jack seward

Han Ying:

He idolized and was mentored by Zhou Zishu to the point of recruiting other young martial artists to revive ZZS’s dying sect and willing to die live happily ever after for it.

#han ying wants to fuck zhou zishu SO BAD#han ying#shizunfucker tournament

#my sweet ying'er wants to fuck zzs so bad he's gagging for it

#HAN YING HANDS DOWN#would have licked his boots if he asked

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

While He's Touching Your Skin

part 7 of Look What We Became

summary: a harlot has been found! liars are punished, and love is in the air

warning: angst, kissing, cheating, alcohol, smut (like a bit).

word count: 4,003

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

You both met again during breakfast, everybody had a smile on their faces, “good morning dear, did you two sleep well?” asked Queen Anne, she had an implying tone, and her smile was more of a smirk.

“Yes of course we did, it's the most comfortable bed i have ever slept in.” you say, not understanding what she was saying, harry on the other hand knew exactly what his mother was implying. “Mother please.” everyone looked at harry, “whatever do you mean son?” 

“You know what i mean, i will not talk about this with you or father.”

“Would you rather talk to Gemma?” 

“NO! Mother please stop, I don't want to think about this in the morning.” he says, closing his eyes in playful frustration.

The queen sighs and says “anyway, i wanted to say that tonight we will be hosting a dinner!” 

You look up from your food with a worried look on your face “tonight?” How were you supposed to put together a whole dinner in one day!?? 

“Yes dear, tonight! In celebration of the king’s birthday!” She looks at her husband, who gives her a shy smile. 

You were in love with their relationship, it was nothing like your parents, it was filled with love and respect for one another. They were always a team.  

“But his birthday is not till next week” said harry, confused 

“Excuse my extreme rudeness, but how am i to prepare for dinner in a day?” you ask, feeling horrible for letting them down

“Princess! Whoever said that you have to prepare for this?” the queen said, and you looked at her puzzled “the preparations have been done, only the decorations are left and will be done by the servants. You don't have to do anything child, just stop by my chambers in the afternoon, I would like to give you something.” she smiled at you.

You didn't know what to expect, you look at Harry who tries his best not to look back. Maybe you admitting the fact that you like him was not the best idea you have had. You excuse yourself from the table, you have lost your appetite. Going to your shared chamber, you saw her, sitting on your bed. 

She gave you a sharp look, and you gave her a smile, the best one you could possibly give to the woman your husband was in love with. 

“He told me what you said to him.” she said, and you just stood there not knowing what to do in this situation. “You can love him all you want, but he will always love me. Remember this, the next time you think about them, he never wanted to get married to you, in fact he thinks of you as a burden, he thinks of you as the most hideous princess ever!” she says, with malice 

“And has he expressed all of this to you?” you ask calmly, not believing what she was saying.

“Yes.” she says with a neutral expression.

“I would like it if you left the chamber.” you say, not wanting to look at her

“This was my chamber before you snatched it from me you harlot-”

“Well now it is mine. And when I tell you to leave I expect you to listen to me. And I needn't remind you of the consequences of not obeying the orders given to you.” you say, this was the strongest you had felt in a long time. And there was something about her that you absolutely hated, and it was not the fact that Harry loved her, it was the way she was. You had no intention to show Deborah your vulnerability, and you wanted her to leave. 

With a scowl on her face, she got up and left. You close the door behind her. You were convinced that god hated you, for he constantly played such horrible games with you. First he gave you a father like the one you had, then he gave you a husband, who did not love you, who thought of you as hideous, who knows what else he might have said to who knows who else, and now you had to deal with a chambermaid like this. 

Your will to live was deteriorating second by second. Yesterday had been a complete disaster, your wedding had been a complete disaster and you were to remember it for the rest of your life.  You were done being scared, you were just furious now, how dare she come to your chamber and say such things to you when you have been nothing but understanding of her relationship with your husband! And Harry had no reason to tell her what you had said, and it wasn't like you had something so incomprehensible, all you had requested of him was for her to not be your first women of the bedchamber! Your thoughts were interrupted by the doors of your room flying open and you see prince harry looking absolutely irate. 

“How dare you speak to her like that!”

“How dare i!? How dare she! I was nothing but kind to her!”

“You told her she is nothing but a servant!”

“I never said that-”

“She was crying! How could you do something like that!? I thought you’d be more kind!”

“Oh please! She is not a saint prince harry, if anything i should be the one crying a river! The things she said to me, if they were heard by anyone else, she wouldn't be in this castle for even a second more!” 

You both had moved a lot closer to each other by now.

“You will apologize to her!” he said pointing towards the door.

“I have nothing to apologize for! I will not do it! All I ever said to her was to leave me alone!” your voice was getting louder

“You made her cry!”

“Its is not my fault she can't handle simple instructions!”

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!” he screamed, as his arms moved in exaggeration, but to you it looked all too familiar, and you took a step back, closing your eyes, and putting your own hands up in defense. 

There was a heavy silence in the room, you opened your eyes to see Harry with a surprised expression on his face, he had also seemed to take a few steps back. 

“I..you thought… you thought i was going to strike you?” he asked, much calmer yet shocked, You don't say anything,  taking in your surroundings, your chest is heaving and your heart is beating fast. You then looked up at him, you were at a loss of words. Tears were forming in your eyes. You hated being like this, whenever you got upset, you would start crying, you hated it. You take in a deep breath, and wipe the tears off your face, “I will not apologize to her, the sickly things that she said to me, she is lucky I have not said anything. You want to love her prince harry, go ahead, love her, you want to touch her? Touch her, do whatever you want with her, but don't you ever give me such dogshit about respecting our marriage, when you can't trust me when I say something. And don't expect me to love her just because you do. I have been understanding of your love for someone else since the day you came and told me, that too rudely, but I expect you and her to also be understanding of the fact that we are married, whether none of us like it or not.” you say, not looking at him at all “she must also understand that i am a princess, and there are certain things she cannot say to, certain things she cannot do. Judging my character is one of them. And for the sake of your own relationship with her, you must tell her that whatever you tell her in confinement, she better keep it between the two of you.” 

Harry did not know what to say as he watched you leave the room. Not even a day had gone by and he was back at your throat, but he just couldn't help himself when he saw her leave his room with tears flowing down her face. And when she told him the horrible things you had told her, that wasn't even true! He never called her hideous, he never called her a harlot, he never called her a burden, and he never told anything to you, then why would you say such a thing? He got furious at the thought of you saying that. He didn't understand why you had to lie. 

You found yourself in the library, walking around and looking for something to get your mind off of what just happened. Yes you got scared when he raised his hand, and you hated the fact that you did. It reminded you of everything your father had done to you, and you just wanted to forget it. 

The library was huge and you were sure you had gotten lost, when you saw an older lady trying to climb up the ladder to organize some books.

You rushed towards her, “what do you think you are doing?” you ask, which seems to frighten the lady, she turned around and you saw that it was Abigail, 

“Was just putting some books your highness, is all.” she said, looking scared.

“You were putting in books? Don't they have someone else to do that? You could fall down.” you ask, looking around for someone else

“They say that they don't want to do this, they find it boring.” she replies

“I will help you then, I will climb up and you just give me books, it's not your age to be doing such tasks.” you say, as you climb up. Abigail just gave you a smile and started handing out books. 

You both started working in sync and this helped you get your mind off of harry. 

You both were done in no time, as you started climbing down, you say “next time they pass this work on you, come find me, you could have fallen down, could have broken something, don't let the young bully you.” 

“They are just children, why must I punish them.”

“This is not punishing Abigail, they should be more willing to do tasks like this, and moreover they should know better than to pass it on to the old.” 

She smiled at you once more, “god bless prince harry, he got a wife like you. And god bless you child, you are so kind. I pray only good things come your way.” she says, as she bows and leaves.

You stand there, speechless at the irony, just now your husband told you how insolent you were, and now this woman had blessed you for being kind. 

Today was a strange day. 

You remembered then that you had to go meet the queen, so hurry and try to find her chambers.

You were assisted by the guards on the way. You knock on the door and wait for a response. 

The queen opened the door and smiled at you, “come in dear, i really hope you like this.” you walk in and see the most beautiful dress hanging on the mannequin. The corset was black with a gold pattern, the sleeves were a shiney mustard and so was the skirt. 

The sleeves were puffed and had two layers of frill, the neck of the dress was deep, if it were a few more inches deeper, the dress would be deemed unsophisticated. You looked at the dress in complete awe.

“I would like for you to wear this tonight.” said the queen, “my mother in law had given this dress to me, when i had gotten married to the king, and now i want to pass it onto you.” 

“Queen anne i couldn't possibly-”

“Dear, call me mother. And yes you can, it would look beautiful on you, I insist.” she says, with a kind smile. 

Then you did something that both of you didnt expect, you hugged the queen.

And after a few seconds she hugged you back.

“Thank you so much, I will take great care of this heirloom.”

The queen laughs a bit and says “I trust you will.” 

She calls in someone to tell them to take the dress into your chambers. You were really happy, this one thing had made your day a thousand times better. 

You decided to have a bath again, just rinse off the incident of the morning. You were taking a long bath, the water was warm on your skin, your hair was up in a bun, and muscles relaxed in the warmth of the water. 

You closed your eyes, it was just for a moment, when a loud boom was heard, and your eyes shot open. You see prince harry walking in with intent. Trying to cover yourself with foam, you ask “what are you-” but you are cut off by his lips on yours, you were worried that his suit was getting wet, but he didn't seem to care, removing his vest, and opening the buttons of his dress shirt, he came inside the tub, not breaking the kiss,your eyes were closed as you kissed him back, you could hear water splashing at the intensity of his jump, he lifted your bear legs up so you were straddling him. He pulled away a bit only to lick your lips, as if requesting you to give him way, you oblige, happily.  Your skin was getting hotter, as his hands roamed your back. He pulled you closer and your hands found his hair, tangling your finger into them and massaging his scalp, gently, your chest was squished against his, you could feel his leg between yours, and you subtle start moving, it felt right ot you, to move, and give you a feeling of burning that soon turned to one of pleasure.

The kiss never broke, you were surprised, since you could hold it at the altar. 

“Your highness,” you heard a voice, “it's almost time for the dinner.”

Your eyes snap open as you take in your surroundings. You, in the tub, alone, no sign of harry.

Had you imagined it?

You felt like crying, you were frustrated and you didn't even know why! 

But you don't let it show, you nod your head at the girl and she exits hurriedly. You get up and wipe

your body. 

You walk into your room and see the gorgeous dress hanging on your mannequin. Slowly walking towards it, you touch the material with your hand, the material is soft against your touch, like silk. 

You put the dress on, adoring yourself in the mirror, there were only a few times that you had looked good, reaching behind your back, you try to pull the zipper up, but were failing horribly. 

Too focused on the task you didn't realize that someone had entered the room, the first time you acknowledge the presence in the room was when soft knuckles touched the skin of your back, you pause your action and look up to see prince harry, standing behind you, aiding you with your impossible work.

Your husband was not looking at you, rather was focusing on your back, as he untangled a thread stopping the zipper to go up. You pinch yourself, just to see if you were dreaming again or not. 

You most certainly were not.

Harry finally looked at you thought the mirror, “princess-”

“The queen has requested both of your presence in the ballroom, she says guests will be arriving soon.” 

Harry completely ignores the maid, not moving his eyes off of your face, while you not curtly, and go out of the room.

The party was lively, as you observe people enjoying themselves. You had a smile on your face, though it was far from genuine, all you could think about was your dream. You were interrupted by a very handsome gentleman “hello, i believe we have not met, prince william.” he says, bowing down while asking for your hand. You smile again, and gently give him your gloved hand, as he places a soft kiss on it.

“Princess Y/n.”

“So you are Prince Harry's bride?” he asked, amused. 

“Yes. Yes I am.” 

“Well it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, though i wish i had met you sooner, then i could have had such a pretty lady all to myself.” he says, giving you a boyish smirk. 

You laugh at his awfully unfunny comment. 

“I am completely content with how we met Prince william.” you say, politely, this seemed to make that smirk drop off his face, 

“Well after what i tell you, you will most certainly wish you met me before princess.” 

You look up at him curious. He moves closer to you, and whispers in your ear “I believe prince Harry is swiping the floor with a certain girl named debbie.”

Your ears perked up at this. You look at this man, in disbelief, but he only nods. 

“Would you like to know where, princess?” he asks, as if talking to a child, you take a sharp intake of breath, not wanting to show signs of knowing anything about your husband's affair. 

“I will do you a favor, and let you know.” and then he leans in more and whispers something in your ear.

You had absolutely no intention of following this information, but for maintaining your innocence, you went anyway. “Excuse me for a moment.” you say and walk away. 

This whole encounter seemed to have an audience sitting far away, prince william only winking, and following you outside. 

You walk out to get some air, this frustration you were feeling was not helped by whatever prince willulu said, walking up to the balcony, you let the cold breeze hit your face, you would love to be here all the time, it was so peaceful and calm, not like the dinner being hosted down stairs. 

The peace was destroyed soon by angry footsteps nearing you. 

“Where is he?” you hear a very angry harry speak, you turn around calmly, “whoever are you talking about?”

“Oh you know who i am talking about!”

“I genuinely have no idea.” you say, turning your back on him.

“You came up to meet him! I know, he told you to meet here, so you both can do whatever it that we were planning on doing! I know it!” 

You had absolutely no idea what your husband was talking about. Due to your lack of response, Harry held onto your elbow, gently not to hurt you, and turned you around to face him. You could smell the wine on his breath as he looked into your eyes pleading you to tell him the truth. 

His face makes your heart melt. You take his face in your hand, and he seems to melt into your touch. “I dont know what you are talking about my lor..hmm…. prince harry.” you say, calmly

“You were talking to him just now, he whispered something into your ear.” he says and you lull him a bit, that is when the realization hits you

“Prince willulu?” you ask, “Prince willullu?” Harry askes, looking puzzled, “Prince william?” he looks at you with a questioning look.

“Oh yes, Prince william! Why would I come up to meet him?” you ask

“Because h e told you to?” harry asks

“No he didn't, he told me you were with deborah.” At that moment, reality had seeped in, you looked down from his face, and slowly started slipping your hand away from his face.

And at that moment, Harry seemed to realize something. “Deborah.” he says, he looks back at you, gives your lips a quick peck, before running down the stairs, leaving you there, you touch your lips, as the feeling of him never left your body.

Harry rushed down “debbie!? Debbie!?” he screamed, running around the halls, Harry was scared. He knew that prince william had done horrible, unthinkable things to women before, and his hate for harry, only made him more worried about deborah.

When Harry reached the end of the servant quarters, he could hear voices coming from inside, he could hear Deborah's pleasurable moans, the slapping of skin. Harry stopped altogether.

“Tell me you wrench, woh gives it to you better? Your pathetic prince, or me? Hm?” that was definitely william’s voice

“You god only you!” 

At that Harry kicks open the door, to see the woman he so dearly loved, bent over in front of the blonde man, as he thrusted into her. 

“Debbie?” Harry whispers, but they don't stop.

“Hello Harry, come here to enjoy the show?” says william. 

Ignoring William, Harry looks at her, “Why debbie?” he says, tears forming in his eyes “i loved you Debbie, with all my heart, i didn't touch my own wife! How could you do this to me!?”

Deborah only moans louder

“You didn't touch me either. God yes, right there!” Harry saw in pure horror, as the lewd scene in front him progressed “thought if you fall in love with, i will be queen, but Ah! No! That didn't happen, you got another bride all together, then i thought you could- god yes! Yes!yes! Ah! i thought you would at least touch me but Ahhh! But no, what was a girl to do?” 

Harry couldn't believe his eyes, and moreover couldn't believe his ears. All the times she has said that she will love him forever were all lies? The feeling of being betrayed mixed with the alcohol in his system made a concoction of anger in his body.

“You are nothing but a whore! I see through you now, you wrench!” he says as he slams the door shut, wiping his tears with his sleeves, he runs back to the ballroom, where he sees you. Kind, beautiful you, oh how wished he had seen this before, how he wished he had met you before, how he wished had fallen for you instead. He stared at you, as you talked to some random princess, pretending to be engaged in the conversation. 

He kept on observing you throughout the night, how you interacted with strangers, and how you interacted with known people, it was quite the same actually, until he saw his sister next to you, how face seemed to give the brightest smile of the evening as you approached gemma, you hugged her dearly, and started laughing at something she had said. 

God your laugh was so pretty. 

“I think I taught you very clearly, staring is bad manners.” he heard his mother’s voice, “and father always said ‘unless it's your own wife’.” hw turns around to face his mother. 

“What happened child?” she asked, sweetly, but Harry only shook his head, and that was enough for queen anne to understand, she pulled her boy in for a hug, as she looked at you too, talking to her daughter. To her you were the only person that could make her children happy, even if they didnt know it.

“Staring is bad manners, mother.” harry mumbles against her chest“Oh shush you.” she says, playfully patting his head. 

Harry had turned his head to the side, to look at you as well, what a fool he was to not show you the love you deserved, what an actual knob.he thought to himself, he would show you, exactly what you deserved, exactly what you want, he would give you the world,just like he had planned to give her. 

But only this time he would make it better, only for you. In fact, he will show you tonight, he will give you everything and anything you ask of him, and he will do better than any other man. 

A/N: Oof!! finally, some action in the love story!! i also i got sick yesterday, and my math test did not go well, and i didnt even get to do my spanish test. ugh life is sucking at the moment.

but back to the story, god i hate "debbie" so fucking much, even though i made her aaahahahahahha AHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

stay safe❤️❤️

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[moonl1tc1mit4rs]

[This is a short story, poem that I made back then for a friend of mine. I've gotten into the Identity V fandom, and i've never really expected to be too into it, though here I am.]

``His Mother had brought light upon his "corpse", to have cherished him, shown him love. She was the reason as to why he had changed, to have done it all for her. Now he'll do it all for you.``

To Bring Light Back Into My Life [Ithaqua Norwell]

His mother. His mother was the reason why he had changed. His mother was the reason why he had become the man he was now. His mother was the reason why he was doing this in the first place. It was all for his mother.

Her sanity, now lost and drowned deep within the sea. Fallen due to the bowel of the Gods. Gods who had taken away his precious, loving mother away from him. The wretched person who proclaimed himself to be a "God". The wretched mortal who looked so alike him, who had a face like him, had taken away the love and warmth that he once felt from his mother.

The proclaimed "God" who had died in his hands. Now a mindless person, nothing but a corpse.The day that his mother's sanity fallen before the hands of the Gods, was the same day that Ithaqua had lost his warmth and love, the two things that had made him feel like he was at home. On that anguish day had he thought he would never feel such warmth and love again.Yet.. Why was he feeling such things from you?

You who had forced your way into his life. You, who had claimed to love him despite your different roles as a survivor and hunter in this wretched game. You, someone, who had profusely confessed such love and affection for him despite the strange, angry and weird looks you had received from your very own acquaintances, teammates.

You, a lowly survivor, who he thought was nothing but a stupid fool for even thinking he'd fall for such tricks. A lowly survivor who he thought was an idiot for constantly trying to get his attention during every match, going as far as to throw the game just so he could notice you.She who he thought was nothing but a trick, a tool that was used to lure him by those wretched Gods.

You who.. he had realized was lonely and motionless by themselves, only to bounce right back to a happy, energetic person filled with such life in a quick of a second once someone had took notice of your strange behavior.

You who he, then later on, had realize such love for him so true, it was idiotic.

...

Yet it was you who had brought life once again upon his life, like how his mother did.It was you who had once again brought such warmth and love to him when he thought he could no longer get it.

It was you, who he thought was a lowly, stupid survivor, who had brought such light back into his life like his mother had once did.So it will be you who he'll change for, change for the better. Just like how he changed into the person he is today for his mother.

Ithaqua Norwell, who had once done it all for his mother. Will now do it all for her, like how she would do everything for him.

He who will change for the better for you. He who will change his ways and try to be more nicer for you, despite not knowing how to, despite struggling to do so. He who will try to love, all just for you. He who will go through hell and back to keep you away from those wretched Gods.

What Ithaqua had once done all for. What he had once lost all for, was his mother. Now he will learn, gain everything back for you. Try and change all just for you.

"I had lost everything. I had fallen and lost who I was from the hands of the Gods.. Yet now, I'm regaining who I once was from your hands. I despise Gods, them and their wretched ways and filthy hands. But your hands are nothing like them.. they're warm and bring me such newfound affection I thought I would never feel again.. My survivor, my dear, will you bring light upon my corpse just like how mother did?"

[elsabethpoetry]

Hagiography of the Angel of History

The world as it is now terrifies me.

The horror, and pain, and degradation

feel never ending.

Another day,

another hundred notifications.

I think about turning them off,

but the silence scares me

just as much,

if not more,

than the now banal

ping-ping-pinging.

I go to bed wondering

what it’ll be tomorrow,

if there will ever be

a tomorrow,

and contemplate and think

what I can do,

and in answer,

is once again

that hostile silence.

In the twilight,

between sleep and wake

and the rhythmic breathing

of my cat’s little body,

I see that emptiness,

that space,

become a door.

It opens slowly,

and behind it lay

the catalog of ages.

Times that were,

that are,

that could have been,

that are yet to be

all circling and shining

and crisscrossing and crashing

all around the room.

At the center stands,

or rather hovers,

the Angel of History

Angelus Novus

just as Paul depicted

and Walter described,

a being of constant movement, change,

progress,

and yet now 

,stuck.

The vortex of so many

moving possibilities,

merging and disintegrating,

and manifesting

all around it

has trapped the angel’s

steady march forward

in this violent tornado,

keeping it in place,

but wings constantly flapping

frantically searching:

like a hiker in the woods–

like a passenger on the Titanic–

like a crewman on the Hindenburg–

for the entrance, for the surface,

for the way forward.

It looks so exhausted

panting and heaving

heavenly curls plastered

by divine perspiration

it cries tears of golden blood

and screams a soundless scream

into the rushing winds

of ambivalence.

The universe doesn’t know

what to do with itself

and this poor angel is its victim.

I fall to my knees in front of it

and do something I have not

done

in a very long time.

I pray.

“Dear scholarly angel,

how do I end your suffering,

as I cannot do anything for my own.

I am a weak vessel, and yet

I would do anything you ask

to end your plight.”

I bow my head and hands

to the marble below.

Instead of the clinical cold,

I feel the warm thrum of magma,

churning and churning beneath.

“Please, I feel like the world

is ending, like everything is

rotting under my feet

and is going to drop out

and swallow me whole.

What can I do,

what can I do,

oh god,

what the fuck can I do?”

And for a moment,

so, so brief,

the vortex silences,

almost curiously,

waiting for the angel to answer.

It looks down at me

with eyes of embers,

where wheels of fire

once burnt.

I meet those embers,

and oh,

it looks sad.

no,

it looks fucking terrified,

but it takes a breath,

and

in a voice so tremulous and hoarse,

thus spake the angel,

“To save yourself is to save me;

quit looking for distractions

from the world

you already reside in,

the body you already inhabit;

I have seen the other realities

you search for,

scream for;

each one of them,

horrors, unimaginable horrors;

same as the ones you know,

the grass is never greener,

and yet, and yet, and yet

there is beauty in each one

for the same reason there still is

in the place you hail from,

people;

what keeps the madness

from the lashing winds

from settling in

are people

through infinities and infinities,

Interconnected and Interlinked,

like cells,

like paperdoll chains,

so tiny and fragile,

and yet together,

oh the beauty,

the unending mural,

the cacophonous choir,

singing the song of ages,

off-tune and beautiful,

but the links have begun to tear;

something’s trying to bring the

song to heel, to uniformity,

to order;

trying to blow me backwards into

the past,

a place where I don’t belong

where I’ll surely die;

what can you do?

On your own, not much,

but look to the bonds around you,

the strength you give them

will echo

through more lives than you

can ever perceive,

each small gust,

pushing, fighting

against what holds me in stasis;

now is not the time for solitude,

for there is much work to do,

Interconnected and Interlinked,

protect the most vulnerable amongst you,

Interconnected and Interlinked,

fight like hell

against the forces which seek to

divide, categorize, and exclude,

Interconnected and Interlinked;

I can hear the struggles of 

your resistance from here,

and just know,

oh please god remember,

I’m fighting alongside you

beating my great wings,

and crying the song

of a trillion souls

who have fought before you;

they want you to think its the end,

but don’t,

please I beg you don’t

those before you thought so too,

but it didn’t

‘what resembles the grave but isn’t,’

so stay

Interconnected and Interlinked

for as long as you can be

Interconnected and Interlinked

within universes, within songs,

within loves, within survivals

INTERCONNECTED AND INTERLINKED,”

[measureformeasure]

okay my overall thoughts on epic:

i did not go into this trying to be a hater and i am glad to find i liked parts!

my big gripe with it is the rhyming: it is so constantly so bad and forced. this makes it unlistenable to me. i am sorry but come on. if i frequently know what the next line is going to be by the way the first line ends that drives me crazy!

personally i want my odyssey retellings to be a liiitle more fucked up than a tiktok musical can allow for (esp. wrt. sex and sexual agency and the lack of it). so i can't hate it for that but i wishhhh it was a little different

^ on that - holy shit epic had way more atrocities than i thought it would. i thought this was gonna be so defanged! he does so many horrible things! as he should!

circe's section is my favourite bit. predictably. yes beautiful goddess woman! turn them into pigs!! will probably be what i revisit. even if some of the rhymes are not my favourite...like. some are so bad. done for...dear god.

i feel like these songs could sound more...different? like i would love it if they had really different sounds but just the rhythm of the singing feels very similar across the united album. maybe i'll pick up more if i ever listen to it in full again. in the same way i don't feel like odysseus has gotten any older by the end...and i don't want to comment on anyone's voice because that's just their voice but i also feel like odysseus sounds. like. 20 max.

the siren bit is...weird? it feels very odd. i don't think it's bad - but i don't know how it fits with the rest of the show.

odysseus actively sacrificing all of his men is ALMOST good? almost? i want to like it because it's so brutally terrible but i just...i don't know, man

calypso literally would not call him ody but whatever. otherwise i don't hate calypso's bit...don't love it either...? i think there could be more of some kind of disconcerting music cue under her coercive words. i don't know what the guy who wrote this thinks about their relationship but i don't know that i really care. there could be a far more interesting conversation wrt traumatic bonding to be had here but this is a tiktok musical so what ever.

groovy hera possibly the best part of this whole musical. but 'never once has he cheated on his wife' okay can we unpack this. we won't but can we. please

penelope should have more songs. where IS she the whole time.

so, unsurprisingly - not a fan. but i don't hate it and i'm not here to be a hater. i'm just not going to listen to it lmao

[reviewdiaries]

Nancy x Ace and the conundrum of pain in 4x12

Alright kids, buckle up for one last time. Don’t worry I will absolutely be back next week for more, but this is the last one where we still have some story left to discover, and I am all up in my feels about this.

There are definitely storytelling choices that I feel are ahem, slightly misguided, but as ever I’m focusing on the Nace of it all, and despite another painful episode of heartbreak, angst, and shouting, I genuinely think we’re making progress. And gosh there’s a lot to unpack from this last episode - it gets long under the cut.

We finally know what the sin was, and we’ve seen them get their memories back. But I still think there’s something else at play here. Because we had heart eyes adoration. We had heartbreak and pain. We had breakups and desperate longing and despair. But then we suddenly shifted to indifference in the wake of that phone call and Nancy’s trip to the Yacht Club. Which either is terrible writing, or it’s some other puzzle piece at play here that we have yet to see. I’m still clinging to the latter. I think there are a few more revelations to come, and I don’t think Nancy and Ace are operating with their full range of memories and emotions yet - hence the anger, indifference, and general out of characterness we’ve been getting.

These last few episodes have served a really interesting purpose though, untethering Nancy and Ace and allowing them to stand on their own. It’s highlighted how much Nancy needs the support of those around her - forcing her to acknowledge her feelings and how important this found family of hers is. But it’s also given Ace the space to breathe, to try and work himself out, to learn to trust himself, to stand up for what he needs and wants, and how he functions as an individual instead of just constantly in service to others. That’s been hard to watch, but it’s been important.

The Nancy and Ace we saw at the start of this season were amazing, yes, look at the yearning! The pining! The heart eyes! But as a couple they were going to run into problems really quickly. They weren’t managing to communicate well - Nancy has slowly been learning not to close herself off since way back in season one where suddenly she wasn’t the only one invested in solving the Tiffany Hudson murder. And Ace has always been supportive of her, quietly there ready for when she finds the words. But they have always struggled to actually communicate effectively, particularly when things are going badly. Nancy takes everything as a rejection and abandonment, Ace actively puts his needs to the bottom of the pile in favour of protecting those he loves. This isn’t healthy, and it isn’t the foundation of a good relationship. And we want them to have a good relationship, we want them to last, because even now for me, they are still endgame. 

They have needed to have that time and space to work some of their own issues out so that they can come back to each other on a more equal footing. To be able to say absolutely I want this, I deserve this, and we can do this together. 

And it’s always been up to Ace to come back. He is the one who walked away, who committed the ultimate abandonment as far as Nancy is concerned. He’s the one that said stop, no, we’re not doing this. And partly as respect for his wishes, and partly because he’d basically just put a fist through her heart by saying that and then leaving, Nancy has stopped. She’s been devastated, broken, looking for something easy that doesn’t hurt as much, but she has respected his wishes. Which is why it’s up to Ace (hey Ace you’ve done some really excellent growth and learning to stand on your own and have your own boundaries and needs, time to put that into action) to come back. To admit he still loves her, he still wants her, he still wants to make this work.

Do I think the writers are waiting until the absolute eleventh hour and really making this pivot a hard one to pull off? Absolutely yes, dear god this feels a little unnecessary. But I do still think we’re getting this pivot. Nancy and Ace have needed to have that space and individual plot lines to come back together as a stronger whole.

Which is why this revelation about what actually happened the night of the boat trip hits that much harder. This is the very first time we’ve seen Ace beg Nancy to come, to be there. She’s the first person he calls. He just needs her there because something awful has happened and she is his safe space. 

GIF Credit @thatonekimgirl

This is huge, life altering vulnerability from Ace in a way we have never ever seen. In all the tragedy, she is his first thought. Not to fix anything, not to make it go away, just to be there with him, hold his hand and smooth his hair away from his cheek and hold him steady in a world that feels like it’s falling apart around him. 

GIF Credit @thatonekimgirl

And any other night, Nancy probably would have made a different decision. But she’s emotionally wrecked from her mum’s memorial. She is adrift in grief and fear because those first weeks after her mum died are a haze of darkness and pain, and on this anniversary night she feels the closest to that pit of grief than she’s felt in a long time, and it would be so easy to tip back into it. Shut her eyes and let it consume her.

And Ace is there and he’s panicked and desperate and she’s never seen him like this - never been allowed to see him like this. He is vulnerable and trusting in a way she has never witnessed. 

GIF Credit @thatonekimgirl

And she just wants him to be ok. She can’t bear the thought of him going through a fraction of the pain she experienced with the loss of her mum. The guilt, the despair, the anger. She wants to spare him as much pain as she can because she loves him. It’s never about thinking he isn’t strong enough to hold it, it’s not about selfishly trying to keep him as he is. She is, in that moment, so full of love and desperation that she would do anything. And she’s not thinking straight, she just wants him to be ok. Isn’t that all we want for the ones we love?

So she leaves him. Breaks every speed limit getting to the yacht club, just wants it done, wants to take the pain away, smooth the lines from Ace’s brow and wipe the tears from his face. Heal the pain bracketing his mouth as he bites his lip trying to keep the grief at bay. He knows he did the right thing, but it still hurts, still feels like it carved out a piece of him to leave someone to a death like that to save his father. And he’d do it again, even though it would kill him a little more, there’s no way he would change what he’d do, no way he wouldn’t save his father every time.

She isn’t thinking, not really. Panicked by the vulnerability, the fear, the pain, the tidal wave echo of her own grief. She can’t take that away, hasn’t even thought to, can’t imagine herself with the grief hollowed out of her bones. But she can do this for Ace, help him, save him. Doesn’t think through the consequences. Doesn’t think through what else might be taken. What this house of cards might look like when it begins to crumble down. This isn’t Nancy thinking clearly, this is Nancy acting purely on instinct - fear, grief, pain. Her own and Ace’s. And if she can’t be with him at the very least she can take away this burden, ease it for him, shoulder some piece of the load. 

But he’s right to be angry once he understands. He’s right to call her out on it. She had no right to do what she did, particularly without telling him what she was going to do. There’s no way he would have let her. And maybe that’s partly why she didn’t say anything to him before she left. Because she didn’t want him to talk her out of it, didn’t want him to have to understand what loss feels like. What regret eating you away from the inside can do to a person. 

This is where my comment from last week comes into play though. Ace has been so bad at standing up for himself, for calling Nancy out before this season. We’ve had odd moments - the Aglaeca and how angry and scared he was to be caught up in a death curse. But he’s always kept his feelings quiet and bottled until the odd moment where they explode out (see 4x02 and the passive aggressive snark and withdrawing we get from Ace). But last week we saw him standing up to Nancy, arguing, fighting, getting what he needed. And it’s left a muscle memory path for him to follow so we get not one but two fights this episode. And sure, I’d much rather there were heart eyes and curse breaking, but honestly? The fighting gives me hope. It tells me there’s still something there, there are still messy tangled feelings mixed up in all of this. And it starts to offer a more solid foundation, an equal footing for them to build off. 

To say the things they’ve kept bottled up inside, to actually call out what’s upsetting them. That it hurts that each of them seem to have moved on even though neither of them actually have. That it hurts to be around each other, to be so tied up in each other because they can’t bear to be apart. That they’re afraid, so so afraid of what might happen next - of losing each other, of trying and failing, of the possibility not living up to the reality.

GIF Credit @livelovecaliforniadreams

And the sucker punch of realisation that Ace has that Nancy isn’t moving on or as put together as she’s seemed. That they’re both still such a mess over each other and putting on a front that is far too effective because they’re both too blinded by the pain.

GIF Credit @livelovecaliforniadreams

But the real pain, because this episode is just a heaping plate of pain after pain, comes with that final confrontation at Icarus Hall where Ace finally calls Nancy out for what she did. Because it feeds into everything he already fears, that he isn’t enough as he is. That Nancy would do something to change him, to remove his pain, his grief, the painful experiences that ultimately are part of him.

GIF Credit @livelovecaliforniadreams

But with the darkest low points come a turning point, because Nancy needed to be called out. She needed to be told her actions weren’t acceptable, no matter that they came from a place of love, of trying to protect him. She has to have this moment of understanding, of Ace putting it in terms that she could understand so that she can see the damage that has been done. 

GIF Credit @livelovecaliforniadreams

They can’t start anything without getting this poison purged, without fighting their way to the truth, no matter how badly it hurts, to start from somewhere clean and whole.

Whilst I know most would rather pretend that kiss at the end didn’t happen, I would like to make one comment on how it evokes Ace even when he’s not there.

Tristan comes to Nancy filled with emptiness, not knowing who he is, something she can entirely relate to - she’s just been rightfully chewed out by Ace who has broken her heart into even smaller pieces than previously thought possible, and walked away again. And then Tristan tells her exactly what she has only ever wanted to hear from Ace - that he feels connected to her, and he kisses her. And she tries, gosh she tries to get into it. Her hands go into his hair and then jerk back out when it’s not the expected softness of Ace’s hair. She tries again and still can’t. You can see on her face that this isn’t the fireworks and mind melting best kiss of her life. This isn’t even close. But then he says “But I know I can’t walk away from you” and it immediately taps into that memory. The heartbreak is on her face and it’s not Tristan she’s thinking of then, it’s another kiss in this space, and another person’s hair, and someone she desperately wants to stay, to choose her, who has walked away from her and broken her heart so many times over these last few weeks. There’s a breath of relief when her phone rings and offers her a way out of this. Because she thought this would be easy, that this would be better, good for her. And all it’s done is serve to highlight that there’s no one but Ace for her.

So we leave them with one episode to go, broken but healing, finding parts of themselves they hadn’t realised existed, and slowly coming back to their love. Always their love, it’s tangled into everything, and we’re finally going to see that play out next week.

On a personal note, this season has been a curious one for me. I’ve overall really enjoyed it, and I think a lot of that is down to doing these analysis posts. It’s forced me to go back over the episodes in miniscule detail, and to really examine what’s happening and why. Believe me there were weeks where I finished my first watch and wanted to post this gif and be done with it.

GIF by lecoeurasesgifs

But doing these posts has pushed me to unpick what the writers have been trying to do in a way I wouldn’t normally have engaged with. So thank you for feeding the meta beast. 

I can really understand why people have found this season frustrating, there have been a lot of shall we say interesting choices, for lack of a better word. Part of that is down to the completely broken system we have where shows kinda have to act like they’re about to get cancelled at any moment, which inhibits really thoughtful, interwoven long form storytelling, or they do what Nancy Drew have done and desperately hoped they will get to keep telling these stories and then have to pivot if they’re given any sort of warning that it’s over. And in this case, means we’ve had to have a hard pivot which has shafted a lot of storylines and left a lot of fans (myself included at points) wondering what the hell is going on.

That said, I’ve still really enjoyed the journey. Not just of this season, but the whole show. It’s given me a found family to root for, supernatural shenanigans, thoughtful and well plotted storytelling, and a romance for the ages. Yes I still think we’re going to get that, despite all the roadblocks in these last few episodes. It’s been my spoopy little comfort show through some really difficult years, and I am going to miss it hugely. Thank you to anyone who has read and engaged with these posts, it’s been such a joy both writing them and then talking with people afterwards about them. We’ve got one more wild ride to see how Horseshoe Bay and the Drew Crew will be left, and I cannot wait.

[the-blossica-fan]

Greetings!

Ive been loving the silly scenarios with Arcana being in the suitcase (oh my god the creator of doomed yuri undooming it is so funny)

But I cannot escape the amount of angst here lmao.

Vertin and Sonetto above all people are so livid shes here, constantly having to shoo others in the suitcase getting too close to Arcana in their home with the women that caused them the most grief (outside of Constantine ofc)

Like come on theres probably a moment Vertin and Arcana just happen to be in the lobby, just reminded of the red dress that forever sits on the far counter (guns probably messing a few bullets in their chamber somewhere nearby).

Another bit is probably Druvis, like we know FMN and Druvis, but whatever was going on with Arcana and Druvis? Like they give the most toxic exes vibes that we probably have never seen.

(Lilya: hey Druvis, why does Arcana call you babygirl?

Druvis: Lets stop talking now)

Greetings, comrade!

Arcana in the suitcase (slowly undooming the doomed Yuri she created like taking thread by thread off a sweater) is actually quite silly when we look at it from Arcana's perspective, the others are not as silly and fun.

She's in the suitcase because the Foundation absolutely does not want her in their establishment but also needs her for the storm and fixing everything she's made, so, knowing how Constantine is, she just threw that woman to Vertin and made it her problem.

For Druvis, I think FMN had some sort of infatuation for her, but it never carried since she was also pretty close to Arcana. The situationship between Druvis and Arcana was... Something

Arcana was highly toxic to Druvis by manipulating her and pushing her lower and lower into her depression alongside FMN, using emotional manipulation and making her depend on her for everything. Of course Druvis is traumatized every time she sees that woman

She thought that when she joined Vertin she would leave that past behind and start all over again, people are still able to recall Druvis' horrified face once she sees Arcana walk into the suitcase accompanied by an angry Vertin and an uncomfortable Sonetto.

Never before had Druvis been so expressive.

"My love, I am the happiest to see thee once again." (Druvis threw her stuff to the floor and walked away as quickly as physically possible)

Vertin and Sonetto are even worse off, they have to take care of Arcana and be close to her to keep a watch on that woman. She's sitting there looking pretty all the time while they have to remember everything she put them through.

She has offered to bring back Schneider and Sonetto casted a control incantation on her, threatening with violence if she ever mentioned Schneider again.

Same with Vertin, who can't handle being around Arcana any more than five minutes. She remembers everything she made her do and the fact she can't harm her is holding her back from releasing everything she wants on that malicious (not anymore) woman.

"Oh, is this Schneider's gown? I have not seen her in so long. I can bring her back, an thou wish." It sounded so evil yet all she wanted to do was fix the doomed Yuri she made.

Characters like 37 and 6 are not even in the same room as her when she's around. 37 is filled with rage and frustration, she took everything from her and dares come back, talking about Sophia as if she's a dear friend and comrade when she traumatized her for... Why, actually.

37 can't bring herself to talk to Arcana, even more when she offers to fix hers and Sophia's relationship and bring it back to what it was before. Hell fucking no.

6 just doesn't want to see her, it's a guilt he carries around for letting her walk on their island for so long, long enough to disrupt what little peace he and his ancestors built. He just can't forgive and forget, so he doesn't, and chooses to never interact with her, ignoring her presence.

...And Arcana is always pestering him and he is so done.

As you can see, Arcana is pretty annoying, insisting on fixing everything because... She got a girlfriend and decided life is good and she has to undoom the doom.

It's silly until you look at how horrified the others are and then you realize, maybe it's not so silly.

Lilya: Why- why is Arcana calling you "mine love"?

Druvis: ...I would rather not talk about it.

[bluwavez]

dear god i think what angers me about jinhwa is the conscious realization of the fact that this shit happens in REAL life. there's a lot of manipulative, narcissistic, abusive, disgusting mfs in real world such as him who's in position of complete power and that most of the times they cannot be put into justice because aside from how fucked the stupid system is, they already have their hands in the throat of their victims - groomed them to be their "dogs" since young. and we, as audience, feels utterly helpless for not being able to do anything, given how we can see the situation in a different light. which then makes my heart break more for deepdive (and venus) truly like i CONSTANTLY pray for jinhwa's downfall and for justice to be served in any way, shape, or form possible euGhh

yeah, no, i completely agree and i think that's the horror of jinhwa. sometimes, i fear i have to be so on the nose with him because there was a time where i wasn't so in people's face about him being a bad guy and they glorified him. it was so weird because jinhwa, to me, has always been a bad guy, like, objectively so. he's always groomed yoonah, he's always been a shitty dad to Noah, and he's always been a sleazy selfish businessman, but if I'm not shoving that in people's faces like I am now, he's just a hot rich man. jinhwa is very heavily rooted in reality as men like him are the reason why we have the kpop industry we have today and why its in such a wretched place at the moment (it's always been but you get the point kjdnfsd).

i think one of the sad realities I've had to face with the plotlines involving jinhwa, especially noah and yoonah, is they love this man very dearly no matter how wrong he has done them and will continue to love him no matter what he does as that is the system he's set up for them essentially. even when jinhwa was dead, both of his biggest victims loved him and grieved him. it's a very tragic story but one very grounded in reality, in my opinion, as it's a very hard and long process for victims of abuse, especially when the abuse isn't physical, to really leave their abuser. which you can see in every aspect of noah's life, but if i get into that i think this will be even longer than it already is sdfkjsdfs

thank you so much for your thoughts, nonnie! i love yapping with yall about this 💙

[salllvester]

Quackity cockblocking himself [[pt 1]]

[[::Non proofed::]]

Wilbur Soot was an idiot.

He’d died at least four times and needed to get his ass saved every other day. It was irritating at the very least. The problem was made worse when people began to drop him on my doorstep, the blade to be specific. As if he was my problem?! It’s bad enough that I had to babysit Charlie - him I can handle - but Wilbur? He was too much - in more ways than one - he always made a nuisance of himself.

I’ve had to save his ass more times than I have to with my own. No matter how much I hated Wilbur soot I found him attractive -not that I’d ever admit that- many things made him attractive. His height being one of them -I’m a sucker for a tall man, what do you want me to say? my dating history showed as much.- His voice, oh fuck his voice. I’ve always wanted to hear him beg, hear him whimper really.

Charlie has expressed his curiosity before; “Quackity of Las Nevadas, why do you show such distaste towards Wilbur Soot of L’Manburg yet let him stay here?” “If he is as much of a nuisance as you claim him to be then why let him continue his stay?”. Shit like that. It’s getting on my nerves. Fuck, even Techno commented on it during his brief stay.

“If you hate him, make him leave. You’ve done it before.” Everyone has said something about it, I'm so over it. They weren’t wrong necessarily but it was still really annoying. 

“It's gonna be a long day,'' I sighed. I began to do what I always do when I’m working long days; think about Wilbur soot. His hair, how I love his damn hair, looked so soft, unlike the rest of his gruff and hard body. I longed to run my fingers through his hair and give it a pull so strong his hair felt like it would come out of his scalp. 

His lips; used to be so chapped back in L’Manberg and now they’re so smooth. He had an affinity for sweets, which often resulted in me rushing to the washroom because he’d suck on lollipops. - hollowing his cheeks and rubbing them in circles on his tongue -

His hands; are so big - he could cover my entire throat with just one hand - he manages to make normal-sized things look small by comparison. He manages to make Schlatt look small! - That’s quite the feat if you think about it - 

His height; oh god his height. How I love to bring a man so tall to his knees, I did it with schlatt and I’ll do it again. He’s decently taller than me, Me being 5”6’ and him 6”6’. Seeing him on his knees begging for me to skull fuck him is a recurring wet dream of mine

His lips; oh fuck. Thinking about them has my dick chubbing up in my dress slacks... They’re the slightest bit chapped. I’d love to hold him down on my dick until he’s gasping for air. Seeing him slobber all over his nice iconic mustard yellow sweater because he can’t gulp it down with my cock in his mouth.

My fantasies thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my office door, it was likely slimecicle. I shouted, “Come in!” the door opened, and low and behold it was slimecicle. “Quackity of Las Nevadas! Jschlatt of Manberg has come to see you!” Slimecicle said in his usual cheery tone. “Let him in,” I groaned. As schlatt entered I spoke,

“What the hell do you want, prick?” “Am I not allowed to visit?” He questioned in his usual drunken tone. “No. No, you’re not. I explicitly told you that if you came here I'd personally rip your dick off and feed it to you,” I declared _ my anger is showing, fuck! - “Don’t you remember that? Or were you too fucking drunk?” I was beginning to shout. He was constantly drunk throughout our entire relationship, I doubt he remembers any of it.

His eyes grew wide, and a familiar look of fear flooded them. I chuckled. “What schlatt? Scared? Don’t be,” I began. “It’s business hours, otherwise you’d be clinging to this desk for dear life while you beg me like a whore to let you cum” I finished with a chuckle. 

He stares at me in what is either lust or fear; maybe both. He has always had a thing for pain, it’s probably why he drinks so much; he gets off on the pain of the alcohol going down his throat. “Are you fucking drooling in my damn office schlatt!?” I shouted. He shook his head aggressively in a ‘no’ gesture. 

I eyed the dark spot on his dress shirt, “You sure?” I gestured towards his chest, where the dark spot was. “Fucking slob-” Before I could finish my insult, my office doors slam open; revealing wilbur fucking soot. “The hell you want?! Can’t you tell I'm in the middle of something here soot!” I shouted. 

Schlatts head turned back so fast I'm sure he got whiplash, “sorry big Q, thought I'd swing by is all,” he mumbled. He’s yet to have made eye contact with me, fuck that did something to me. “Spit it out Soot” I spat. “I was wondering if you’d be free to chat later, maybe, I don’t know” his words were almost inaudible. 

“Speak the fuck up Soot?” "Can we talk later Big Q?" I sat momentarily, thinking, "Sit." I said, leaving no room for argument. Will looked confused, Schlatt even more so. "We're talking right now!" Schlatt shouted. I laughed, "I don't care jSchlatt. We can chat with Failure Soot still here. he doesn't have any brain, so he can't do much" i saw a blush rise onto Wilburs' face.

"Now what the shit were you going on about schlatt?"