#I just wish it was more balanced like ‘she wants to be closer to humankind in both her hero and civilian lives’ at the end of her arc

[crystalisedtem]

I just remembered that scene in Rats on a Train where Donald talks to them about the mission and how excited Chase and BREE were about going on their first mission because their persuading worked… It’s just really sad knowing how they wrote Bree’s outlook on missions later.

[mysticpetals]

Tempt me

Pairing: the man without a face (devil) × mc (angel)

Genre: angels and demons au

Warnings: dark fic, emotional manipulation

Summary: As a guardian angel, you've been working tirelessly for the humankind's sake. But their actions opposing yours have you doubting your worth.

Notes: This might seem like it's incomplete or started abruptly but it's supposed to be that way. The mc and mwaf have history which isn't completely revealed and that's why they act like that. Lmk what you thought!!

You looked ahead, watching the same people who you'd reconciled an hour ago, shouting and lying to each other's face.

"See?" His smug voice rings from behind you, your wings folding in as if sensing him coming closer. His cold fingertips brushing against your arm made you shiver. His hand slipped dangerously close to yours but didn't touch. You almost wished he had done that.

"They'll destroy each other. Nothing you can say will make them trust each other again," he said, standing beside you, wings as black as night touching yours, the color of clouds.

You didn't say anything, after all what could you? He was right wasn't he? You had just set them on the right path and now they stood before you, walking on their own.

"What do I do?" You asked, voice heavy with weariness and resignation.

"Fall." His answer was simple.

You whirled around in indignation, ready to retort how you could never do that when your voice caught in your throat. Was it the truth though?

He understood your dilemma, the storm inside you and reached out to brush his hand against your cheek but refrained at the last moment. You frowned, not understanding why his incomplete action bothered you so much when you shouldn't be ruffled by whatever he does.

"We both know it's the right choice, my dear," he said before backtracking. Tilting his head to one side, he opened his other hand which was fisted, showing you a grey feather.

His wings were black.

With horror, you extended your own and saw the tips of the previously snow white feathers turning grey. Your breath stuttered as you thought of what it meant, looking towards the man.

He smiled one last time, a knowing smile, and vanished in a blur of inky feathers.

You were left standing there, looking at Hannah and Thomas storming away from each other once again.

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You couldn't enter heaven anymore because of the doubts you harboured that had already started affecting your wings. But still, you were trying to help your charges be better.

It was hard, considering that they didn't want to be saved. You were Jessy's guardian but everything happened with the whole group so you tried to fix that, in hopes that Jessy might feel better.

It seemed that your efforts were not giving any fruits because the group was broken. Hannah and Thomas weren't together, Lilly had been keen to refuse contact with anyone other than her sister, Jake had disappeared once again after completing his goal and the rest weren't faring any better.

Jessy was considering leaving Duskwood behind because she didn't want to be reminded of what happened here. She liked Dan very much but she was beginning to think that staying behind for him wasn't worth it. You tried to show her how opening herself up to the people who cared about her was a good thing, yet your subtle hints and messages didn't make much of a difference.

Your own health deteriorating, you went to Dan's apartment, in hopes of finding something that could convince Jessy to stay. Maybe some pictures of her, something Dan wrote to her, something sentimental.

This idea was starting to look more and more bleak until you found a box hidden under his bed that seemed promising. You opened it and your heart almost stopped on seeing what was inside.

Pictures of him and Lilly, dozens of them filled it, dated from when he was talking to Jessy, convincing her to go out with him.

You felt sick, standing suddenly and rushing out of his apartment. How could he do this to her? She was so patient with him, so kind, yet this is what he did to appreciate it.

Without realising where you were heading or your surroundings, you ended up at Aurora's rooftop, eyes stinging with tears and mind in shambles.

Was any of it worth it? You had tried and tried and tried but how did it end? How did it always end?

Gentle fingers brushed against your cheeks, brushing away the tears, startling you. You looked up to see the devil's dark eyes, his expression uncharacteristically solemn.

You shifted a little turning away from him. You didn't want him to know that he had been right all along. A small part of you still wanted to believe that you could somehow fix this but deep down, you knew it wasn't possible.

"I found pictures in Dan's room of him and Lilly," you said. Not for one moment did you think that he didn't know what was happening within the group or what you were doing.

He hummed.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. If you could see his expression, you would have known that something was amiss, by the way his mouth curved into a smug smirk. But as you had turned your face away, you had no idea.

"Like I said, people will only disappoint you. Why try so hard for them when they don't want to be saved?"

You blinked back tears once again as you looked at him.

"Because that's all I've ever known."

His face didn't show anything but his hand came up beside yours to squeeze it in support.

"Not with me," he whispered.

You gazed locked with his for a few seconds, minutes, hour, you didn't know. All the while he was gently running his thumb across the back of your hand from where he gripped it.

"I...."

"I'll never push you, angel. Take your time. You know where to find me."

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The devil or the man without a face, as he liked to call himself, sat on his throne, judging the life of the souls that had recently entered hell.

Order and chaos had always coexisted so as much as he enjoyed sowing the seeds of chaos, he also had to fix the balance and right now, there were a million places he'd rather be, than subjecting long dead people to their punishments.

He felt, more than saw you coming. Your aura too pure, too bright for this godforsaken place. He smiled to himself as he rose from the throne, making his way towards you.

"But my lord—"

His hand silenced the servant that was trying to remind him of his work, his hollow eyes boring into the servant and the latter bowed his head, trembling in fear.

He walked outside, following your energy and came face to face with you at the doors of hell.

Your wings were almost grey now, only the roots remaining white, your face ashen and defeated. He had to hide his satisfaction as he saw your apprehensive look, eyes trailing around him before they finally settled on him.

You opened your mouth to talk but the words caught in your throat. He seemed to take pity on you and gestured you to come to him, hand outstretched towards you.

You hesitated, just for a second, a thousand thoughts and possibilities racing through your head but you were tired. So damn tired that you finally did the forbidden.

You stepped into hell.

The moment you put your hand in his, the remaining of your wings turned grey, a few inky feathers dotted in between.

No worries though, now that you were here, they'll all turn into black soon, he mused.

He couldn't help but smile at you, satisfaction radiating off of him and you felt his hapiness at your choice. Maybe you did the right thing after all.

He brought your hand to his lips, brushing softly against your knuckles and you shivered under his dark gaze.

"Welcome home, angel."

[tainted-wine]

This ask is referring to this.

(This mini fic feels like it’s all over the place. Just me enjoying some half-assed worldbuilding, I guess. I had to stop it before things got too heated because I promised myself to keep this one sfw and it’s already longer than intended. Like anon suggested, this is a fantasy AU with some Spartan inspiration. I thought it would be amusing if Hawks was the only 300-style warrior, while the rest wore more accurate and convenient armor.)

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The avian people.

A winged race known for their impish behavior and irritating ability to swoop in on unfortunate groups and settlements, spreading mischief and fleeing before they can face any consequences. The many troubles they bring has given them a sour reputation among humankind, but the sudden appearance of a lone avian on the outskirts of the country might be enough to change our perspective. Perhaps they are more than devious opportunists…

 The feather moved.

You nearly tripped over your own feet when you noticed the slightest twitch of the red plume attached to the golden chain around your neck, placing a hand on the round curve of your stomach as you tried to balance yourself. Three long months—you prayed to the gods every day for both the life growing in your womb and the safety of its father.

You last saw your husband marching into battle with his head held high along with the rest of his comrades, men that scoffed at his very presence just three years ago, and probably still do, if you were to be honest. But he has earned the entire kingdom’s respect through his recent training, training that you all quickly learned wasn’t necessary.

The soldiers of this country were strong and experienced, there was no doubt about that, but they were also vastly outnumbered by the enemy forces. No matter what the proudest warrior tells you with complete confidence in their skill, numbers do matter in a battle.

The greedy kingdom that sought to rule the strong yet peaceful country you resided in was ruthless—they have taken the heads of several kingdoms’ finest warriors, and the less honorable ones surrendered and now fight under their command. Despite your spouse’s promises and reassurance, despite witnessing his amazing skills in combat firsthand, you still feared that victory was too far out of reach. It shames you to admit that you were already prepared to raise your child by your lonesome.

But then the feather moved again, this time briefly lifting off your chest before falling back down. So you weren’t seeing things.

“Miss! Please be careful!” Your maid rushed into the room when she saw you stumbling, gently holding you up. You were eternally grateful for the work she has put in caring for you and taking up some of your husband’s work. As your child grew and drained more of your energy, an extra pair of hands to take care of the house and errands was greatly appreciated.

You held onto her as you pushed through the sudden pains to reach the door. “He’s here! My necklace! They’ve returned!”

“Ah, finally! Of course they have,” she said calmly now that you weren’t in danger of falling. “I told you there was no need to worry. There are no other warriors in the world like ours,” she paused. “Well, assuming that not all avians are as gifted as your precious Keigo.”

You laughed softly. Keigo did tell you and many others that he was far from the only fighter in his homeland. Even after taking his hand in marriage, he refuses to reveal his reason for leaving his people, choosing to wander a land inhabited by humans who watched him with distrust. You have long since accepted his secretive nature.

Both of you pushed the door open and stepped outside, just in time to hear the bellow of a great horn, the sound traveling outside the city’s walls and up into the hills where your humble house stands. It wasn’t the most convenient location, but Keigo wanted to live on a higher spot, and you didn’t mind catering to his bird-like habits. Besides, waking up to soft breezes and birdsongs was much more pleasant than the bustling city.

Your maid kept a firm hold on your arm as you watched people rush through the streets and toward the gates, ready to welcome the brave men home. Your chest remained tightened. How many survivors were there? ‘It doesn’t matter,’ you selfishly thought. ‘Keigo is there. They won’t admit it, but he was the best out of all of them.’

“Don’t you even think of heading down there,” she was giving you a stern look that a mother would give a naughty child. “You’re still upholding your promise to stay close to home after falling ill so suddenly yesterday. I know you haven’t seen him in three months, but please be patient. You’ll be reunited soon.”

Your brooding may be responsible for the illness and pains that have been striking you more frequently, but frankly, if you were to ever collapse, you’d be more worried about the older woman’s heart than your own wellbeing. “Rest easy, I’m not going anywhere,” you promised her. “Besides, I’m quite certain that he’ll be coming to me very soon.”

“What? What do you mean? They need to answer to the king before they return to their families.”

“Yes, that’s what they’re expected to do...” You trailed off. There was an odd feeling in your gut, and it wasn’t the baby. It looked like everyone in the city has gathered in one giant mass, waiting for their heroes.

And then you saw him.

The gate was slowly opening, but something, someone has launched into the air and over the walls, and your heart lifted just as high. A man with a magnificent pair of crimson wings soared over each and every structure, heading up to the hills.

“Wh-H-He can’t do that! He’s ignoring the royal family’s wishes!” The poor maid was in a panic, but you were too stunned, too elated at the sight of your lover getting closer at an impossible speed.

The people of this kingdom have little exposure to non-human races. The simple sight of him dashing over the city and gracefully landing in front of you never failed to bring stars to your eyes. 

Keigo Takami was already removing his bronze helmet as he approached, shaking out his head of tousled blond locks. You weren’t expecting him to look so presentable upon his return—it looked as if he had time for a decent bath before his final march home.

His bare chest looked mostly unscathed, only a few cuts and small traces of bruises littering his skin. The warriors detested his refusal to wear his chest plate; he claimed that it would only weigh him down during flight. He also rejected their weapons and relied on his own feathers to serve as his spears and swords. They did decide to let him go without a cloak, his wings working well enough as a replacement. The armor on his shins was also added weight, but not enough for him to complain about to the exasperated warriors. He told you himself that the only reason he wears the helmet that obscures his sharp vision, is because he admittedly likes the red crest.

But the one piece of equipment that the small army did not allow Keigo to reject, no matter how many times he whined about its size and weight, was the shield. The shield is his promise to protect not only himself, but the entire line of his fellow comrades in the heat of battle. So he held his tongue and carried the huge monster of bronze and leather, complete with a unique design of a hawk with its wings flared out like a rising phoenix.  

You broke free of the maid’s grasp and rushed over to throw your arms around your beloved wanderer-turned-hero. He dropped his shield and helmet onto the soft earth (you can already hear his comrades screaming in horror) to hug you back gently, mindful of your belly that has grown so much during his time away. You took it all in—his warmth, his scent, the feeling of safety as his wings close around you—how badly you have missed his presence over the months hits you full force when he pulls back to bring you in for a kiss.

Amidst the heat and passion, you can hear the maid’s fumbled words as she excuses herself to head down to the city and welcome the others. You part from him before he steals the last of your breath, gazing into those friendly and playful golden orbs. You wondered how much deadlier those eyes looked when driving his red blades into any unfortunate opponents. His roughened, calloused fingers traced the lone feather hanging on your neck while you caressed his face.

His smooth and silky voice embraced both your ears and heart. “My beautiful bird.”

You never did come up with an affectionate little name for your foreign husband. “Keigo.”

He chuckled. “I hope you weren’t having any doubts while I was gone. No army in the world is going to keep me away from my mate for life.”

Mate. His choice of words was rather…barbarous sometimes. It took some time to adapt to your bed being the nest, or his excited talks of raising his very own flock. “You know that I can’t help but worry.”

“I know you’re strong, love, but don’t let your worry get to our chick,” he reminded you as his wings twitched. There was a serious shift in his face before he knelt down, touching your belly softly as his feathers shook.

Fear began to grip you. “Keigo? Is something wrong with the baby?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, taking another minute to listen carefully before looking up at you with a heartfelt smile. “Babies, love.”

Your eyes narrow…then widen in disbelief. “Twins?”

He nodded along with his flapping wings. “Two tiny hearts...I can feel them. These wings are never wrong.”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel even more joy, but you find yourself pulling him back up for another kiss. Two children to raise with your lover who returned from a war against a seemingly endless army. What did you do to please the gods and receive such a blessing?

“You know,” you said against his lips. “You should be on your way to the castle. The king-”

“Can wait,” he interrupted before attacking your lips with more quick pecks. “I appreciate how much this place has tolerated me. Despite how annoyed you all were the moment I arrived, no one ever forced me out, and I am truly grateful. But don’t think this ‘no good avian’ is going to become some all-noble knight just because he fought a million men to protect his home. I’m just showing my gratitude.”

You laughed into his face. “You really don’t want your reputation as a freeloading trickster to change? The royal family might have an incredible reward for you. For us.”

“Hmm, and what could they have in store for me? Free poultry for as long as I live?”

“Keigo,” you shook your head lightly, trying not to interrupt his lips.

“Too demanding? How about a discount on every purchase for as long as I live? Doesn’t that sound great?” He rubbed your stomach as his kisses trailed down to your jaw. “Don’t you want our chicks to have all the meat they deserve? So that they can grow into powerful birds of prey just like their father?”

His mouth reached your neck, and things were getting more heated than anticipated when his hot mouth closed over the flesh above your pulse. “Ah…” You gasped.

“Want to know what else I’ve been missing?” You can feel the naughty smirk curling against your throat. “I hope your stamina hasn’t lessened, little bird.”

You want to laugh at how he’s thinking about getting intimate already, but the licks against your sensitive skin are making it hard to resist. “Is your crazed lust another avian trait, or is it just you?” Your fingers tangled in his locks, urging him to keep going.

“Mmm, we’re not as anal about suppressing our urges.” A hand cups one of your tender breasts and gives it a soft squeeze. “Before you met me, did you ever expect to fuck your man so many times? Isn’t it liberating?”

The crude word spreads warmth somewhere lower. “We make love, Keigo.”

“Some nights, we do. Those louder and rougher nights, when I have you screaming through those shy hands covering your mouth? We’re fucking.”

Something was poking you down there, and that was your cue to move this indoors. “Clearly you have too much energy left from your glorious battles.” You motioned for him to pick up his gear before walking back to the house. “Now come inside.”

He grinned and licked his lips. “That’s where I always-”

“Keigo.”

[toasttz]

From the Tabletop #3

If I don't do this with some haste, I'm going to forget important details, so let's get the party started. At this point, we had a GM swap, Valentinian being excused out of the plot due to something that, upon having it explained to me, I thought sounded a lot like the World of Light scenario in the latest Super Smash Bros game (which was brand new at the time of this swap). That's largely unimportant, though, as it was just an excuse to shuffle GM in and player out. We then welcomed Gwyn, a Solar Sorcerer and a dangerously savvy and competent individual who Scarlet quickly took a shine to. Gwyn: You only want me for my mind, don't you? Scarlet: No, I totally want your body too. Gwyn: Not helping. Next, we sailed out of the Wyld and we ended up docking in, uh, a bathhouse in WhiteWall. No, I don't know how exactly we managed this. The Wyld, it's a hell of a drug. Anyway, with Maxwell now having kicked his oxygen habit, we needed to inform his next of kin. A little somebody you might have heard me mention named Taiga. We were successful in finding her, and Volkenstein almost got his head punched off for it. After talking her down and explaining that they were merely the messengers of the bad news, Volkie went over to a fighting arena. Whereupon he decided to pick a fight with the biggest badass of the lot. While this was happening, we followed some rumors that lead to the town square where a little god was requesting strange items in return for miracles. Turns out this was a Solar Sorcerer named Malgigi the Violet. He was a total G, and threw in with us with minimal prodding once Scarlet name-dropped Valentinian. Back with Volk, the badass in question began using very specific fighting moves - what people who actually read the book would know as Dark Messiah martial arts charms. This is somewhat forgivable, on account that - really, how would he have known? - but it kind of set up a problem later on that he really should've known better, but I'll get to that in a little. Short of it was, he had the balance of his Four Humors (look it up) thrown into discord, resulting in his poops being cursed. Afterward, Malgigi assessed the situation and created a means to remove the curse, using acupuncture. Suffering only pins and needles (tee-hee), he was soon back in fighting form. Taiga also helpfully informed us that the next key to the One Piece was hidden in a massive vault, heavily guarded and under lock and key itself. Scarlet insisted she could not leave without it and the party, Taiga in tow to assist departed. By the way, there was this huge to-do about "how can you put a key into a safe?" and this honestly took longer than it should have for the party to parse. But since our current GM knew full well our greatest weakness was overthinking (on account Maxwell was dead and Volk wasn't used for intelligece tests), he got his chuckles. The funny part being that the puzzles he gave us in this weird-ass haunted bank... place... were either solved instantly between Gwyn and Scarlet or set us back an hour in real-time, no in-betweens. On our way out was when we really ran into trouble, because one of those aforementioned "Rivals of Volkenstein" appeared for the first time. Thing is, he arrived as an Abyssal, so Volk couldn't immediately recognize this fellow calling himself "The Jackal". The Jackal was kind enough to exposit his backstory for us, telling us how Volkenstein scarred his face by violently tearing off the mask of "El Amigo Grande". When he explained this, Volkenstein immediately agreed that was how it went down. Just a reminder: this guy continued to insist he was a Face. Gwyn and Scarlet knew there was trouble when The Jackal was absorbing the necrotic essence from the surrounding area, and both petitioned to run. At this point, however, The Jackal busted out his signature move - La Cucaracha Espada - which Volk decided he would just tank. Head-on. For those who aren't super steeped in Exalted lore, let me explain. Necrotic essence is bad for living tissue. This lead to an age-old addage "Curse my poops once, shame on you. Curse my poops twice, you're a fucking dumbass." Having dropped like a sack of potatoes, Volk was out of the fight. Gwyn conjured a warp spell, which Scarlet assisted in dragging Volk closer for the escape (but only after suggesting that they could use Volkenstein as a sled to flee). The spell succeeded and we arrived back in front of Malgigi, who was deeply disappointed in a certain poop-cursed wrestle-man. Malgigi explained that the first curse-breaking ritual wouldn't work on something of this potency, and that the ritual required would involve a daicon radish being firmly inserted into Volkenstein's anus. And left for several days. He also recommended that Volk stop drinking, as the damage could be too much for his system to handle. This caused ol' Volkenstein to more or less just lay on his back and vomit for several weeks after. This was probably for the best. Because we needed to pursue the next potential key: the frozen north! Or, what would be the frozen north, but it was the Emerald Labyrinth of the Hazlanti League. Then all Hell broke loose. Because then we got out fourth member, Maxwell's successor, Magpie. I don't even remember Magpie's full name. Or even if she had one. Because that's not what we called her out-of-character. To us, she was Stockholm Dino Maiden: worst of all the punchmonkeys. The thing with Magpie... well, they were legion. To start, her backstory made no sense. She was supposed to have been raised by Arilack. For those who don't know, just imagine a big, predatory, dumb dinosaur. She's the patron of dinosaurs and reptile beasts. Alien, ancient, and not particularly a fan of humankind. For some reason, she found this little kabob of a human child and decided to do what anyone with a ham sandwich would do - teach it multi-variable calculus! So, that's the first problem. So with a backstory that makes no sense, she also had stats that made no sense: she was a Zenith caste with stats that of a Dawn caste. She was supposed to be playing a stupid barbarian but had Lore 3 (one higher than Scarlet, who actually DID have a formal education), dots in medicine (Why, though?!), was a tomb raider with a love of artifacts (WHY, THOUGH?!), was a gourmet chef (BUT WHY THOUGH?!), and the list goes on. In fact, I even gave Magpie an easy "out". I suggested she should be the little sister of a Lunar I made back in 2e, Victorious Carp of the Sky, who actually DID have a familial draconic motif. The character was well-liked and even made a cameo appearance in the previous campaign in one of Hell's arenas, where he battled a fellow fighter to a standstill (the only draw of the tournament which ended in a pair of new drinking buddies), and his mother had a draconic theme as well in her own right. It would've gone together like bread and butter and better explained her stats. So, naturally, her player rejected it outright. Gwyn wanted to venture into the woods to find a figure he called "Grandfather", an ancient and wizened entity who was held in high regard by Gwyn's people. He did find him too, but that didn't particularly go anywhere. Scarlet, Volk, and Maggie (brought along for metagame reasons, which I later rationalized as Scarlet wanting more "dumb muscle") had a narrow head-long collision with a massive, black, cylindrical, metal object that raced across the area. Things got a little hectic, and my memory of the next few events are... fuzzy. Consulting with Valentinian's player I am able to continue. Next, we met a powerful Lunar who acted as guardian and de facto leader of a small village, Esha Mae. She tasked us with retrieving a particular book for her, leading us back to town. Long story short, we obtained the book (which was a series of deeply politically satirical and pornographic cartoons) due to an exchange with a mysterious woman who looked a lot like Scarlet - it's important for me to mention at this point that Scarlet was raised by her uncle, Vermilion Mountain, as her parents (Verdant Wind and Azure River) and most of her extended family were killed when she was about 8 years old due to a sudden flu-like disease that ravaged her hometown in the Caul - who called herself Alabaster Albatross. No prize for guessing the relation, but that plotline never actually went anywhere anyway. Long story short: we did give Esha Mae (nicknamed just "Mae" by Scarlet, as she was wont to do) her book, but then the Albatross attacked using a massive steam cannon weapon. Upon firing, Magpie and Volkenstein managed the one (1) unambiguously awesome thing they pulled off the entire campaign and body-blocked the projectile. Scarlet battled with the Albatross, who was just way, way more powerful and upon dealing just the most glancing of blows, Scarlet was burdened by a large, dead bird lassoed around her neck. Alabaster Albatross taunted Scarlet and wished her the best of 'luck', which the albatross (lowercase) signified the opposite of. Then Magpie did something spectacularly dumb and summoned a Lord of Beasts, which ultimately sent Albatross (uppercase) and her weapon Team Rocket'ing over the horizon line. Then the Lord of Beasts basically told us to fuck off and blocked our number from his phone and stormed off, mumbling about the "kids these days". Consulting Malgigi once more for Scarlet's new predicament, he had us cobble together what amounts to a "Good Luck Potion". Managing that, Scarlet felt the need to 'test her luck' by... well, getting lucky. Which she did. With Mae. The next morning, Scarlet awoke to see Mae presenting her with an egg and declaring it their baby. Fucking Lunars, man, how do they even work?! Anyway, Scarlet charmed Mae into coming with them as a non-combat role on the crew and Scarlet began a new life as an engaged woman. Whew, this has gone on entirely longer than I expected, so let's stop here. Join me next time for: Valentinian dies in Boiling Magma and goes to Hell! Scarlet brutally murders yet another of her cherished circle-mates! Magpie is useless! Volkenstein becomes a thrown weapon! See you next time! *Quick note: Last time I screwed up "letter of MARQUE". I don't even know how I managed it, seeing as there's a sail charm with it right in its name. Ugh, I am so stupid sometimes.

[ichij0u]

in your favor (pt.1)

pairing: yoongi x reader 

genre: demigod!AU, fluff, (future angst/smut)

part: 1/?

word count: 3.5k

summary: You were praying to get a decent boyfriend. Then as if the gods had heard you, someone literally fell down from the sky.

a/n: yup i’m adding a new fic! there’s too much in my drafts, I just wanted to get this one off of my head.

You never had a boyfriend during the 18 years of your existence. You don’t exactly know what’s wrong with you; you have a lot of friends, you’re very independent, and you’re an honor student. When it comes to your looks...you belonged to the ‘above average’ ranking; you’re not ugly, but you’re not that gorgeous either. You have a nice personality (like what many people tells you), but there is no one you’ve set your eyes on, and there’s no one who has set their eyes on you.

Tragic. You’re bound to live alone for the rest of your life.

“You know that famous wish-granting tree at the park?” Sooyoung asked. “You should go there.”

Sooyoung, your closest friend who has the most bizarre ideas. She’s weird, but you love her for that. Also, his extremely good looking boyfriend, Sungjae loves her so much for being weird. Both of them have matching personalities, so you guessed maybe that’s why. Lucky her, she have someone looking out for her. You kind of envy that fact.

“That’s impossible. A tree granting wishes? Are you for real?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her and sighed.

“That’s real! I knew three of my friends wished to have a boyfriend and it happened! You just need to go there by 3 in the morning and whisper your wish at the trunk of the tree.” Sooyoung nudged your waist and wiggled her brows. “There’s no bad in trying, right?”

It was ridiculous, but you actually gave consideration.

All night you couldn’t sleep at all. Good thing you don’t have a roommate at the dorm, thus making frustrated noises doesn’t bother anyone at all. 

Suddenly, the idea of wishing at that tree came up to your mind. You checked the time unconsciously and it was 2:55AM. Five minutes and you can have your wish granted.

You let out a groan and finally made a decision that maybe you should really try wishing. As long as no one would be harmed...it would be okay to do it, right?

It only took you a few minutes before jumping out of the bed, sliding some slippers on, and slamming your door shut. If you’re about to do it, you wanted to do it quick.

At last, you were staring at the famous tree. You checked your phone again for the time and it’s 2 minutes till you can make a wish. You winced at the thought of actually believing Sooyoung’s story, but you also told yourself that there’s no bad in trying it. It was so embarrassing to believe such things, but when the clock struck three, you slowly leaned over at the trunk and whispered your wish.

“Someone who would love me with so much passion, that’s all.” You muttered.

Of course, you weren’t expecting it to happen, but somehow, saying it out loud put you at ease.

At that moment, you heard a shuffling sound from the branches of the tree. You have assumed to be greeted by a cat or a bird, but an actual person fell down and this scared the living shit out of you.

It was a loud thump against the soil, and you were worried that someone had broken his or her bones. When you went to examine the person, you were horrified to what you saw.

It was a man. Did the tree actually granted your wish right away? This must be joke. This guy might’ve been just sleeping on the tree...but why the fuck would he sleep at a place like that at three in the morning?! That realization just made you panic a little bit more.

The said man didn’t move at all when you poked his cheek. You noticed that he has pale skin like snow white, his hair was a deep color of black, and his lips were glazed pink---like what lip gloss is he using actually?

He was wearing a quite expensive looking set of clothes. His long sleeved polo was dark blue with some gold embroidery by the chest, he was wearing small, shiny silver loop earrings, and a black slip-on with cream colored fur around the heel of the shoe. Okay, is he some sort of company heir or what?

You were about to poke his cheek for the second time, but his eyes shot open, and so does yours. You stumbled backwards, falling flat on your butt. Your heart was too surprised to what just happened, and now, you’re feeling scared at how he looked at you.

He glared at you with dark, slanted, cat like eyes; you tried to read what he was thinking, but he looked at you emptily. “Who are you?” He spoke up with a raspy voice.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” You replied hesitatingly.

You eyed him from head to toe, looking fully at every detail of his face and body. The moonlight gleamed against the skin of his cheek and it glowed. Taking a more careful look at his features, he seemed to possess inhuman beauty, for the way his skin glimmered was ethereal.

“My father has sent me to a mortal like you? This is a big joke.” He huffed.

From the way he stood up and gazed at you with disappointment in his eyes, as if you were a failure in the making---made your blood boil with anger. He might look beautiful, but his personality is nowhere near beautiful. You don’t even know his name, and you don’t even want to know what this bastard in front of you is called.

You began to walk away, you were so done with his negative personality, but when he called you by your name, you suddenly halted. His voice now was more careful than a while ago, but the aggressiveness is still there.

“Why are you walking away from me?” He asked. You turned to looked at him, puzzled to why he is asking such question.

“Because I don’t know you, and I need to sleep?” You shrug your shoulders.

“You don’t speak to the son of the Roman war god like that.” He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement. “So humans are like this, huh? No wonder the Gods haven’t meddled with the humankind for so long. They’ve grown too barbaric and disrespectful.”

Hold up. Who’s the Roman war god? He’s a son of a war god? And why is he referring to humans as if he isn’t one? He’s not really making sense. If he’s role playing some shit, he better stop.

“What the hell are you saying? Stop the games, nerd. You’ve been reading too much mythology books.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m not playing any games. What I’ve said is the truth.” He straightened up his posture and looked down at you like he has some sense of authority over you. “My name is Min Yoongi. I am a son of Mars.”

You laughed. He was so dead serious about his acting, he could actually get an Oscar award for that. “Okay, stop it Yoongi, you’re not a demigod, but a funny nerd.”

“You think I’m a joke? The disrespect.” Yoongi glared at you.

In that brief moment, you saw his eyes flash a bright red color. You blinked your eyes several times to confirm what you’ve been seeing, but his eye color did change to red. You took a few steps back, terrified.

Suddenly, you felt a painful, burning sensation on your wrist. You flinched and let out a small yelp. Yoongi was also feeling the pain because you saw him stare at his own, but he was obviously fighting back to make a noise.

You quickly turned your arm upside down to see what had happened, and to your surprise, there was a tattoo printed on your wrist. The roman numeral number one was written and you wondered where the hell it came from.

Yoongi was already sensing your horrified heart beats and so he went over to you and held your hand tightly. “It has began.” He said.

“What did began?!”

“Our intertwined fate.” Yoongi looked at you directly on the eye, his red eyes was still there and it looked scary. “If it becomes the fourth roman numeral number, we’re going to be together for all our life times. Including this one.”

“I’m so not into your jokes right now, so stop making up stories!” You were actually irritated at him by now. This is a serious case of strange events and you need a real explanation.

Yoongi placed both of his hands on your shoulders, steadying you up in one place. He shook your body, trying to get your nerves to calm down. “This is the truth! You wished for something in that tree and so my father sent me down to grant your ridiculous wish!”

What?! How did he know that you made a wish?

You don’t want to believe him, but to what he’s been saying and to what’s been happening, it’s actually making sense. But a demigod as your boyfriend? For fuck’s sake, why?

You felt dizzy like some kind of alcohol took over you brain. Is there some side effect from this tattoo thing? You saw Yoongi watching you blankly, but he pulled you closer to him, adding more balance to your asymmetrical movements. He smelled like wine, fruits, and everything nice that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. This is what you assumed heaven smells like, and maybe he was actually telling you the truth.

Then the last thing you remember was collapsing onto his chest, and losing your consciousness completely.

A soft, hot breath suddenly woke you up. It was unfamiliar and foreign, but at the same time it was comfortable. You slowly flitted your eyes open and you were greeted by a pair of dark, lazy ones that looked at you with no emotion at all.

You instinctively moved your head away from him and gazed at him with complete shock. Your thoughts had finally registered back and you realized that everything happened last night was real. Min Yoongi was in front of you---beside you, on your bed.

“Why are you so surprised?” He asked in a flat tone.

“How did you know where I live?” You looked around the place, and it was inside your dorm. He didn’t take you to somewhere hideous, but that didn’t change the fact that he slept beside you.

You looked down at your clothes. A sigh of relief showered your whole body when you saw that you were still fully clothed. He’s rude, but good thing he’s not some pervert.

Yoongi smirked at your reaction. “You thought I would touch you?”

“I’m just making sure, mister.” You push yourself up to a sitting position. Without sparing him a glance, you asked, “So are you going home or what?”

Through the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi tilt his head sideways in confusion. “I don’t have a home in the mortal world. I’m going to live here with you.”

Your breath hitched and you shot him a surprised look. “What are you saying? Still up with the mythological game?”

Yoongi sighed. He looks so freaking done with you already. “Why did father even chose you?” You heard him whisper to himself.

He closed his eyes and opened them again only to be revealed that his red eyes had reappeared. “You are chosen for me, and I am chosen for you. We have a connected fate. See this tattoo?” He pulled his sleeves up and showed you the same mark that you mysteriously received last night.

You looked at your own wrist, and rubbed the tattoo off, but as expected it didn’t even budge. “Okay. So you’re a son of Mars, the Roman god of war?”

Yoongi nodded and his expression lit up a bit, feeling relieved that you’re getting the confusion off of your head. “And...he your father, brought you to earth to become my soulmate because I wished for it?”

“Yes, you’re right.” He hummed in agreement.

“How do you expect me to believe that?!” You yelled, not caring if the neighbors got disturbed.

Yoongi was of course, taken aback by your sudden burst of emotion. He tried to be calm, but his red irises made a comeback and it had intensified in color. 

You suddenly felt fear crawling down your spine. “You saw my eyes didn’t you? A sudden change of emotions causes it to be like that...and you’re making me really angry right now.”

Maybe you should really believe him. He was too serious to be joking. But a demigod? Why can’t it be just a normal human?

“Okay! Fucking chill, alright? You’re really scary.” You looked away from him and closed your eyes. He was indeed scary, but something about him feels like he wouldn’t hurt you at all.

His eye color returned back to normal as if you had extinguished the anger from his chest. He was back to looking ethereal like what a God would actually look like.

You were relieved that he instantly understood your words and actually calmed down. Maybe he wasn’t all bad. “So, what now?” You sighed.

“I’ll become your most faithful partner, of course.” Yoongi lowered his head, something similar to a bow, but not really.

You felt your cheeks heat up. No one had ever told you that, of course you’ll get flustered.

Alright. So a good looking guy comes up to you one day and tells you that he was your soulmate. What the hell is this clichéd-romance-fiction shit?

“Are you for real though?” You asked and went to poke his cheek. He slightly flinched at the action that you did, but he remained still nonetheless.

“Yup, you’re real.” You answered your question before he could even respond.

Yoongi leaned closer to you. He frowned and narrowed his eyes---he looked like he was judging you. In response, you moved your face away from him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

He rubbed his chin and continued to stare at you. “Why do I feel like you’ve been blessed by Minerva?” He asked out of the blue, breaking off the awkward silence between the two of you.

Minerva? Isn’t she the Roman goddess of Wisdom?

“Who’s that?” You still asked, despite knowing who it was. You might be mistaken, who knows.

“She’s the goddess of wisdom.” He replied. “And I could feel her blessing in you.”

Oh. Maybe it’s because you’re a top student?

“You could say that. I’m actually a top student in my course.” You ended up sounding cocky when you said that. You quickly toned down your smirk in case he might find you arrogant and irritating.

To your surprise, Yoongi smiled at you. You were so confused to how that statement made him happy, but you didn’t bother asking him. He looked really pleased with your answer though.

“Okay…” You trailed off, checking the time. You were calm, but panic rushed down your body when you saw that you’re already late for your first class. “Oh shit!”

“Shit?” Yoongi questioned. “As in, human feces?”

You were about to brush your teeth when you heard him say that. You almost choked when you burst out in laughter. “That’s a swear word, Yoongi.”

Yoongi nodded in amusement. He seems to find the word very interesting.

“Are not going to look away or something?” You asked him as you were about to change your clothes. He was staring at you, and he didn’t even budge at all when you asked him to look away.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and he looked confused as fuck. “I cannot look at your body? Why?”

“Why--” You brushed your hand across your hair in frustration, but ended up letting out an exhausted sigh instead, rather than fighting with him. “We barely know each other, and you’re gonna see my naked body? No way.”

“But we are technically lovers. Humans let their lovers see their body right?” Yoongi asked. He was mostly true about that, but you don’t even know him that much to really call him as your lover.

“I know you’re my soulmate or whatever, but we haven’t even spent a day together. I don’t know your personality, neither do you know mine, so we’re not really lovers yet, I guess.” You explained to him in a kind manner as much as possible. You don’t want to get him mad again. His angry red eyes looks pretty creepy.

“So?”

“So?” You sighed again. This guy is unbelievable. He’s more like a caveman than a demigod. “So, you need to look away and let me change my clothes because I’m really late for school.”

Yoongi pursed his lips and stared at you for a few good seconds, then a sigh escaped his lips, but he complied to your request anyway. He turned his back on you and sat there quietly. Thank god, or you mean gods for helping Yoongi to understand.

You pulled down your pajamas first, then as you pulled off your shirt at the top of you, your sight had been blocked temporarily. As soon as you completely removed your white tee and was able to regain your view, you saw Yoongi now looking at you with a blank expression.

His eyes traced from your face down to your legs. You instantly hid yourself behind the small clothing you had been holding. He just fucking saw you with only undies and bra. What the hell.

“I told you not to look, oh my gosh!” You screamed at him, which snapped him out from his reverie.

He shook his head, and he somehow understood what you just yelled, but he was still looking at your body, not at your face.

“You have pretty nice figure, why are you ashamed of it?” He asked, and finally he was now looking at your eyes.

You were speechless. You felt your heart beat pounding louder and you assumed that you might’ve been a blushing mess right now. How can he say such things without feeling embarrassed? How can he be so blunt about it?

You felt defeated by his words. You just went to slip on the most decent tee nearby and went to grab on to your reused denim pants. It just happened, you can’t let him unsee it; you could just let it slide...for now.

“I’ll be going. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere, alright?” You said it directly to him, but you can’t look him at the eyes.

He didn’t respond, but you heard him stand up from the bed and walk towards you. Again, your heart rate accelerated and you were feeling so nervous.

What is he gonna do now?

He moved his face closer to yours. He wasn’t saying a word, so you gave him a glance. He was surprisingly close to you already and you could hear his light breathing.

You saw him close his eyes and then...he gently collided his lips against yours.

It was about eight seconds, you were standing there dumbfounded and frozen. You didn’t think about pushing him away at all, but it made you think that it was your first kiss.

He pulled away and gave you something that is between a smile and a frown. You don’t know really, but he looks pretty much okay with what he did. He was freaking chill about it, while you’re already dying internally.

“What...did...you...just...do?” You stuttered and looked at his stupidly handsome, bored face.

“A kiss on the lips.” He replied.

“Obviously! But why did you do that?!” You were sweating already and your whole body is heating up.

“It’s a greeting to our commitment. Besides, lovers do that right?” He asked again in confusion. You swear you wanted to slap him on the face, but he looked too beautiful, you can’t even get mad properly. “Are you disappointed with it?”

You were about to respond, really, but he did something impulsive on his own. Again. 

He quickly blocked your sentences with his mouth. He kissed you for the second time, but this one was a lot more comfortable. He let your bodies touch and he wrapped his arm securely around your waist It was a longer kiss, but sadly, it ended too.

“You seem less disappointed with the second one I see. So you like more intense kisses than a gentle ones?” He smirked at you teasingly, and your face quickly reddened.

Good lord, your knees are so weak and your heart beat won’t slow down at all. You don’t know what the hell you should do to this man. You couldn’t believe that the gods actually gave you someone...and you ended up with this?!

Oh please, all you could hope now is the strength to cope up everyday with your demigod soulmate. In all seriousness, just what is this thing you involved yourself into?

[solemnrosary]

You know what? I’m bored and I want to pretend that I’m vaguely interesting. So without further ado; 65 Questions!

Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? - Nah, I doubt my own existence and meaning the most. I have no reason to doubt anyone else’s existence, because I sure as hell couldn’t make such lovely cheery things.

On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? - 2, because I can’t see. I have terrible night-vision that takes ages to jostle on. So I end up navigating by visual and spacial memory if I need to walk around. Because I have my own system for storing items and leaving them about, I end up remembering my surroundings very well. 

The person you would never want to meet? - Anyone who doesn’t meet my basic moral requirements. 

What is your favorite word? -  In French, it’d be argent, since silver is pretty and I love how it’s pronounced. In English, plethora, for similar reasons. Finnish is harder to pick.. hmmmh, hurma?

If you were a type of tree, what would you be? - what is known here as “The silver willow”, which is a variation of the white willow (salix alba), that has silvery bluish sheen to it’s leaves and a darker tree trunk. Salix alba var. sericea 'Sibirica'. Sometimes 'Argentea' ja 'Sericea' are also considered to be of the same variation. If I was a flower, I think I’d like to be the Eden climbing rose or a marigold.

When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? - my face is bloated again, I guess the meds didn’t absorb properly. 

What shirt are you wearing? - dark blue men’s print shirt that doubles as a pyjama 

What do you label yourself as? - Agender, nonbinary, trans, bi and a problem. 

Bright room or dark room? - dim room. 

What were you doing at midnight last night? - myself

Favorite age you’ve been so far? - the now. I moved into another city away from my family, closer to my dear friend, so- it’s a whole lot better. Emotional turbulence is easing a little too. 

Who told you they loved you last? - ... my emotionally abusive family. 

Your worst enemy? - myself and the bigoted society. 

What is your current desktop picture? - a cat skull I painted myself. 

Do you like someone? - I do, I like many people. My friends, my brothers and grandma.

The last song you listened to? - I love you by Woodkid. It’s a mood.

You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? - dorito. 

Who would you really like to just punch in the face? - I’d rather not damage my hands. 

If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? - That sounds absolutely dreadful, no I don’t want to have anyone do anything they do not wish to do. It’s about consent, not-consenting is not funny or desirable to me in any way.  Now if you were to give me a butler, who has personal agency to say no and, perhaps, a snarky attitude- I really would love to be pampered a little. just- being held and taken care of would be nice. It doesn’t have to be anything non-platonic but I wouldn’t mind if it was? Gentle snark, reassurance, maybe a massage, please. 

What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) - Strong legs? I suppose my butt’s nice too. I like the curve of my back? Hands and eyes? it’s a very subjective question for someone who doesn’t like themselves. 

If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? - find a way not to change back, thank you! finally, the correct bits. Don’t mind if I do. 

Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? - I can’t.. think of any? Nothing that’d be a secret anyway. Unless walking so quietly that I startle people sometimes counts? I don’t do that on purpose, though. Being so oblivious to something I end up bypassing it’s complications by sheer force of will? 

What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? - I’m usually not afraid of any tangible things, only general things like pain and being abandoned by the people I love. Or never being accepted and loved in general. I’ve been working through haphephobia for years, but specifically; I’m afraid that my fear of touch will smear itself onto the relationships I feel the most comfortable and myself in. I can’t help flinching, it’s still instinctual, and I can’t tolerate a whole lot of contact from most people- but the longer I go without any contact, the more I fear that next time it’ll burn again. I almost regret telling my friends that I have haphephobia, because instead of asking if I’m okay with something, now I’m just- deprived of contact all together. It’s fairly hard to teach the brain that something is normal and okay when it’s never there at all. 

You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. - OH- definitely begin with some kickass, fresh-baked oat loaf, one you’ve bought that morning. Slice it thick, because it’s soft and divine. As for fillings, I am torn between several types of fish. Gravlax is amazing in itself, but smoked salmon in mayo with diced cucumber, lemon juice, dill, green onion, maybe celery sounds superb. or tuna in tomato purée, with freshly diced chives and tiny bit of mayo to balance the tang, if you want a simpler filling.  For salad bits; salad, cucumber, tomato, red onion, red bellpepper.   Optionally, some bacon and mushroom salad (it’s made from home-salted mushrooms that have been de-salted once, with diced red onion, mayo, maybe dijon, and white pepper. I make the best damn mushroom salad)  As for cheese, feta crumbs, mozzarella slices or a pan-crisp goat cheese button. For sauce, I prefer garlic or cucumber mayo, or even a yogurt sauce.  on top, a slightly gooey fried egg seasoned with citron-pepper and chili (so that the yolk may graze all the goodness). If you wish to be decadent as hell, throw some diced garlic, butter and yellow onion onto a pan, crisp it, throw it on top of all and then throw some choice sauces on it.  Even without the salmon filling, the bacon and mushroom salad with the rest makes for the best damn experience you could have whilst eating a sandwich. 

You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? - Save half, buy food and something for my friend. 

You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? - no thanks, all my goods are here. But Norway and Iceland would be nice one day.

An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? - uhhhhh, I don’t usually drink alcohol cause I can’t stand the taste. I’ve known to very rarely have a long-drink or a lemonade-esque thing though. So maybe Smirnoff ICE, If I was to drink it myself. Otherwise, rum or hard spirits like, a vodka of some kind, cause they are fairly versatile to use in emergencies, to bake with, or to gift. 

You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? - Be kind. 

What is your favorite expletive? - Saatana or perkele. I am a finn after all. 

Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? - computer. It is the most expensive one and it has all my art of info in it, so it’s very obvious. That or my important papers file. 

You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? - one would not be enough to erase the damage I suffer from today. I would erase being born, if given free choice. 

You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! - I’d find a remote community in an area, have a cottage and just. I dunno, do art, bake and have a garden for fruits and cool projects. I’d make my own earthen oven. A big cast-iron pan. 

The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? - Grandma. Her shitty husband bullied her in her last year while she was dying to breast cancer. I love her, and she deserved better.  

What was your last dream about? - [Trigger warning, this gets extreme] I was belly-down on the ground, grabbed by the throat from behind. I wrangled one hand off, but every time I managed to get both, one of those hands would slip my grasp and choke me again. I barely got a single breath between. This went on and on and on. I cried for help and reached out, only for someone to grab my hand in disdain, saying something like ‘tsh, fine. Cry then.’ They held my hand in a way that their nails dug into that hand. I no longer had both hands to pry the assaulter’s hands away. I slowly choked to death.   I woke up and hand to claw at my own hand just to breathe through my panic. I felt those hands on my throat for days. This is, unfortunately, normal for me.

Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? - No.

Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? - I have an autoimmune condition that has hospitalized and nearly killed me on several occasions. So yes. I take that in strides.

Have you ever built a snowman? - Yes, with my brothers. It was nice.

What is the color of your socks? - Black, always

What type of music do you like? - Anything between rock, pop, folk and classical. Violin music in particular.

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? - Both are nice

What is your favorite milkshake flavor? - chocolate or blueberry

What football team do you support? - I don’t watch football

Do you have any scars? - Yes. Stretch marks, old wounds, new wounds. I have a scar behind my left ear that if you were to touch it, you’d notice it has a split beneath it on the skull from how hard it was hit. I fell on a radiator edge when I was younger and almost lost my ear from it, got three stitches. I also have a scar below from a biking accident, couldn’t sit for a few weeks.

What do you want to be when you graduate? - Already did, and the answer is odd jobs and nothing, apparently.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - torn between ‘existence’ and ‘bodily gender’

Are you reliable? - Yes and no. I will keep any secret and help out whenever I can but would I trust myself to handle anything I care about? No. 

If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? - Does it get better?

Do you hold grudges? - I do not forget, but I do not dwell. 

If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? - A cat and a duck. The ultimate bastard. 

What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? - the one where a stalker told me they’d dug every information they could find for two weeks before talking to me. They asked for my home address in 30 different ways, apparently hoping I’d forget I’d said no. They proceeded to hand me a yaoi manga as a souvenir from a con. I felt vaguely threatened. 

Are you a good liar? - hmm. I try not to lie, If I don’t want to answer I’ll dodge or say I don’t want to answer. But, I suppose I am, for being able to hide half the things that I’ve been able to.

How long could you go without talking? - I begin talking out loud to fill out soundless spaces, so not a whole lot. 

What has been you worst haircut/style? - ‘I want to speak to the manager’ and ‘little timmy is the best soccer player in his class’ 

Have you ever baked your own cake? - I baked most of everything back at my parents, so yes. 

Can you do any accents other than your own? - funny ones, mostly

What do you like on your toast? - spread, ham, cheese, tomato, cucumber, aromasalt, fried egg  - spread, liver patée, cucumber and aromasalt/pickles - spread, gravlax/tuna/salmon - spread, boiled egg slices, pickled herring (they come in jars, I prefer onion ones) in thinner slices, I add extra dill into the jars when I open them so they can marinate more. 

What is the last thing you drew a picture of? - currently working on a personal WIP

What would be you dream car? - A car that someone else drives. With air conditioning. 

Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. - no and no. I shower and then I’m done. I don’t like my voice, nor my body, nor wasting water. I do wash thoroughly though.

Do you believe in aliens? - It doesn’t interest me at all whether or not there is or isn’t. 

Do you often read your horoscope? - only if it’s the only thing left to read or if it’s just readily visible without me looking for it. I think they’re bogus, but sometimes admittedly silly.

What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? - H or lowercase T, because I write them very loopy. 

Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? - They’re both cool in their own ways. A dinosaur is way bigger but as fantasy creatures dragons can fly, breathe elements and shape-shift though, hard to top that. 

What do you think about babies? - Ew.

Tell something of your choice - If I had a cat, I’d name it Mishka or Meowkolash or Umi (sa, umineko ga inai to, “Umi” neko ga onaka ga suite iru) because I’m a nerd who loves umineko and bad jokes. 

[theatlanteanangelofwriting]

A Lost and Forgotten World

It was strange to see the ruins of the remains of an old universe as I wandered around here. Wandering around the so called "dream world" from what Freya says. A world that she will use yet again to train the next hero for the ancient cycle. Yet she also told me that this world was just the ancient remains of a universe from a very long time ago. Long enough that it was only her and Angel at the time. When I questioned her about how that was possible, she said it was due to a child they had. One of six children that inherited the raw power of us Travelers. Even now it is not known how it was done or how it's possible given almost all child of Travelers in almost every single lifetime gain no psionic power or anything from their Traveler parent(s). Yet for a person to have that much power to keep this old remain of a world from a dead universe is frankly, shocking. For there's no other possible reason why this lost world is event around since it was a world of magic. Of fairy tales and such in truth, meaning little amounts of technology. But through magic or something, their world still "alive" and the ruins of the people are here. Despite even time's power as time here is far faster than that on Earth And there I was, wandering this lost world. Merely due to boredom but also to find more about this place. I wouldn't have to look far as I through luck or purpose quickly found a ruined building that went into the ground. With the landscape of mostly flat grasslands but also signs that mountains use to be here. From there I went to the ruin and clear away some of the plants, dirt, and on other things that have since grown and covered it. Revealing it's white marble like appearance with some faded decorations and markings. With that I went around to discover more about this place. With a feeling in my heart that this was a sacred place for some reason that I didn't understand at the time. Soon enough I found "newer" parts of the ruin and with it. Stairs, leading down deep into the ground. And with it, myself as I wanted to know all too much. Even if Freya would say something like. "Monika! That is a place you shouldn't have gone to due to Serenity supposing to go there first!" Or something along those lines, yet I didn't care. I don't know how many times the stairs branch off from different rooms to even hallways with no end in sight. Even when you send a orb of light down them. To be honest it scared me thinking about those hallways. Knowing nothing about them on how far they go, but also what hidden dangers lurk within them if there is any. Which there likely is given that darkness here hides demons, monsters, and other horrible things created by that demonic woman... Yet it didn't stop me, light in one hand and sword in the other I kept going down and down the stairs. Watching my step while trying to figure out the countless symbols and markings that were on the walls and ceiling. Before I knew it I reach the bottom of the stairs, with only one way before me and behind me. In front of me was a room covered in metals like silver and other magical metals. Along with the symbols on the wall of this room being far different than the others. I had to guess this was either a throne room or maybe a tomb. Or possibly another room of great importance once long ago... I took a deep breath and readied my sword for battle before going inside the room. Only hearing the sounds of my footsteps on metal, and my heart beat. Once I reached the middle of the rather small room, it took my breath away. For I was in the tomb of Aeliana Skylight. The first of the six rare Traveler children. Daughter of Keaton and Angel, and also savior of her magical world... Aeliana was just a baby when The Traveler was forced to fled from the world of Telvan. As the people of Telvan went into a war like state over their past. Back when the worlds of man and magic were once linked. Earth and Telvan were like sisters once, with the people of each helping the other in ways they couldn't do themselves. Humankind would help teach the races of Telvan of farming, building, and more. While the races of Telvan help humans with giving and teaching them magic. Along with protecting from what lurk in the darkness. An era of a golden age for both, leading to countless new things that only strengthen their bonds. Then came a day when some of both sides wished to more power. To take control of the power on both sides due to greed, and wishing to conquer the stars above which were getting closer and closer. With this, both worlds were thrown into chaos and war. An era that would last thousands of years until the one known as Angel appeared. For it was because of her that the links between both worlds were destroyed. Bringing an end to the war and chaos, allowing the people of both worlds to rebuild. However nobody foresaw what this would bring about. As Earth would destroy those from Telvan that were trapped there. Then they would forget the history of Telvan, and anything else in regards to it. As if nothing ever happened and if there was never another world linked to theirs. While on Telvan, the humans were forced to adapt and change to their new home. As the other races welcomed them and helped them. But unlike Earth, they would remember. And some of them burn with anger. Due to believing that losing their sister world was a mistake, or due to their greed. It was due to this anger that caused a new war to start, to claim all of Telvan and recreate the link to Earth. To reclaim what was lost and more. From this, Aeliana was born. And was taken to Earth until she grew of age to return. With her return which was only some years for her, was many years for the people of Telvan. Yet the war was going on though horribly for the faction that Aeliana allied herself with. With the use of her training from her father along with her great psionic energy she fought until the war was over. Regret within her heart with every person that was killed in this world. And more so with those that she had killed personally, despite what side they were on or if they were a good person or not. From there, her parents would disappear into thin air as everything was once again balanced. And they had no choice... From there Aeliana would find herself as the leader of this world. Doing whatever she could to keep the peace, and bring down anything that would dare threaten it. The people saw her as a great ruler that wanted only for them to be filled with joy and know nothing of the horrors of life. But they also understand the horrible things she did for them. As even a great ruler must do horrible things for their people in such a world. When her death came, everything simply stopped as if time itself was shocked at this event. Thus the people take the time to create a tomb worthy of what she has done to help them during her time. Even those who knew little of her, to those who where old enough to remember the war she bring an end to. She was laid to rest within her tomb, deep within the earth itself. Covered in magic, runes, and anything else people could use to protect her body. But also to record her legacy within this now sacred place... Then the visions stop, and found myself at the foot of her body. Sitting on the floor like a child, tears running down my face. But even then I could sense her, her psionic energy that still lived somehow, and as powerful as ever. Keeping this world alive that she loved so much... And so much more I'll never know. Once I collected myself from the visions and floor. I took a long look at the room. Seeing the words that record some of her story, along with the words to a song of her. But most importantly the relics from her in the room and herself. Laying on a bed of marble merely as she was asleep. Even now she looked young despite for living as long as a human angel hybrid could live for. Her features nothing short of perfection, and her golden hair laid around her shoulders. With her sword in her hands on her chest. With her silver locket just above it, a gift from her mother. Along with her red and gold dress, her shield, and her crown all perfectly laid out. She truly look like an angel for being who she was. But also a person I would have loved to meet, talk to, and maybe even get a little close to and love. But I did walk to her side and lean down to kiss her cheek. To honor her memory and the traditions of the people once here. As I remember Freya telling me that the people here would kiss each other's cheeks as a sign of loyalty and honor. But also of love. I do not know how long I was down there for, but long live that I woke up. Returning back to Earth, the Earth of Serenity Prince. One that will never know of the world I was once at in my sleep, that was once the sister of it's older self from a dead universe that was once here in it's place. But a world filled with the same anger, the same evil, but also more heroes, hope, and above all. Serenity Prince, the one who will put an end to this never ending cycle known as the Pandora's War.