#I mean she died anyway but she broke the curse

[beevean]

Yeah, she was done dirty. She could have been such a great villain, a selfish manipulator only concerned with her own comfort, hiding behind a veneer of condescending kindness that hid a deep desire to have power over others (desire spurned by the awareness that no one likes her so she has to force people to like and respect her), a monster wearing the mask of a human even if it hurt her (clipping her claws, dousing herself in perfume to hide the stench of blood) because she resents her own cursed condition to the point of not even wanting to bite people but only to not feel "guilty" about it, eventually regretting the awful way she treated the only man who showed her kindness but too prideful and childish to apologize. The elements for a good character were all there, she's fun to think about!

Too bad she was conceptualized by a sexual abuser and it shows, from how her consistent physical, emotional, mental and sexual abuse of Hector in S3 is portrayed as masturbation fodder because haha hot girl puts a leash on a submissive peggable idiot, and in S4 she gets out on nowhere painted as a poow widdle girl who did nothing wrong 🥺 and the man she raped into slavery shows zero conflict about how this woman who pretends to be nice to him also broke his heart in the most visceral of ways.

You could have had a heartbreaking story about how Hector's constant abuse broke him, and the way he crawls back to a woman who only showed him the bare minimum of decency shows how he would do anything to feel that someone out there cares about him, even when it's not true. You could have had an intelligent, nuanced story about the intricacies of abuse and toxic relationships, how people can like you and care about you and want the best for you and still hurt you in irreparable ways, because their selfish desires and need for control is stronger than what you need to thrive. Instead, I got this:

Yay, "it's not rape if you enjoyed it" turned into sassy banter! Just what I like from the characters I'm supposed to root for and empathize with :)

I'm sure the genuinely well-meaning, gentle Lenore who fell in real love with Hector that exists in fans' headcanons is a lovely character. I would love to meet her, I also have a Lenore in my head who is a very complex villain. But what I saw on screen from day one was a poor excuse of jerkbait with three different personalities and the source of appalling abuse apologism, because it's fine, she's hot, he deserved it for being stupid, she raped him for his own good, actually it wasn't even rape because when someone lies to another person for the express purpose of having sex which leads to being trapped in an unwanted relationship is just a little dirty trick, a small lie, no biggie, of course the person who was lied to will eventually understand and forgive and want to kiss the person who betrayed them!

Pictured: a poor woman pressured by her peers who was very torn over having to resort to rape by deception to enslave the man she kept molesting for no practical reason other than her amusement. Sure, she could have just offered Hector the position of pet the moment she told him that Carmilla no longer had use for him, and he would have accepted because Hector's only objective in life is feeling cared for, but hey, why not truly humiliate him to feel more powerful? :)

anyway Lenore was never a good person. She had fun toying with the heart of a man for the sake of turning him into a tool to use to enslave people: she did little harm compared to Dracula, sure, but it's more personal, and motivated by even pettier reasons than "wife died", because everything about her screams "I want to feel in control and powerful". And much like Dracula, I would have been perfectly fine with her being a vile piece of shit (well, the writing in S3 still sucks because she's bullying a shell of a man and there's no meaningful conflict, but eh, I could go on a rant on how Hector was done dirty) were it not for the fact that the writing insisted that I should feel sorry for a whiny abusive ineffectual cowardly brat who only thinks about her own pleasure and can't even see the man she trapped as his own person, whose main source of angst is "besties don't like me and Carmilla's plan would be inconvenient to me and my feelings 🥺"

(I linked to too many posts here. I have sources for everything I said. Look at how much proof I collected that Lenore never loved Hector or saw him as a person! It's honestly impossible to read her from any other angle.)

So in short, she's cruel, she's petty, she's disgusting, she's incompetent (using her pussy to unnecessarily trick a man who is painted as so stupid he's on the verge of being called the R-slur doesn't speak highly of her manipulative skills), she's whiny, she's a hypocrite, she doesn't even do anything concrete in the plot (I love me some cringefail villains who still have some gravitas to them, like OG Isaac and Dahlia Hawthorne), she does like one (1) good thing and it didn't even matter, and her grand finale is ragequitting from life like a kid who lost too many times at a videogame, abandoning like he was a mere afterthought the man who cut his own finger to get rid of the slave ring she put on his hand and still chose her. peak. she's lucky that her design was artificially engineered to be as cute as possible, because that's deadass the only reason fans tear their hair to justify her and defend her.

S4 was bad and she was particularly pathetic there (seriously that ring was fucking pointless), but that didn't make her a good character in S3 either. So yes, she deserved to be written by someone who understands the gravity of abuse and doesn't think some people are so stupid that they deserve to be harmed.

lenore is a very well-written character that is written very well

[katesfatcat]

So does anyone else think about how the song that Agatha made popular out of grief for her child was turned into a protection spell for another child or am I just allergic to happiness

[riniworld]

YANDERE!knight x PRINCESS!reader

you could tell I'm in love with royal stories?

warinings// alot of skipping times,mentions of a

k!$$,reader is an illegitimate daughter,one bad word

reference;you,y/n,your highness,my lady,her

"curse" "pathetic" "shame"

you've heard those words alot in your life.

You were an illegitimate daughter of the king,The result of a forbidden relationship,A reminder to the queen of her husband's cheat.

your biology mother has died when she gave birth to you and your father,the king,has taken care of you ever since.

he has been nice to you,He didn't differentiate between you and your sister at all,he was giving you everything you need everything you want,like you were a real royal figure.

but it was.

when the king died everything has changed

the queen has treated you like shit,well she didn't make you become a servant or smth,she always said she didn't want to see your face so that's why.

but you've been alone,no one dared to talk to you.

your "sister" didn't say anything about you or treating you wrong she simply...act like you never been there.

yeah everyone was calling you "princess",respecting you.

the servants kept serving you(even though they won't talk to you),you had your own garden even!

but to be all alone between a lot of people was torturing.

so you were visiting the village/city every week. everyone adored you.

you were so kind, gentle, you were...angelic.

you could hear gossiping in the halls as you walk

talking about a personal knight for the princess,your sister.

You laughed internally,praying for whoever that person was. your sister was...a bit grumpy, you've never interacted with her before though.

as you were heading to your favorite place,your garden,you saw your sister heading somewhere and that usual frown on her face.

there was a big man behind her,wearing armored clothes.

he looked at you from the corner of his eye,you waved at him with a smile.

ignore

oh yeah,of course.the queen has warned him from you,like everyone else.

you sighed as you continou your way.

8 P.M.

you wasn't a fan of social interactions or gatherings.

but here you are sitting in the corner. there was ball,everyone was noisy, dancing and drinking.

you were far from everyone, just sitting in the corner drinking your drink in peace.

untill you hear footsteps coming your way,you swear if it was someone want to dance with you too you're going to snap out-

"sorry for interrupting you,your highness" someone talked in a firm tone

you look up to see...your sister personal knight??

"i think it's a bit dangerous for you to sit all alone here,anyone could take advantage from this situation"

you place your drink down and smile

"don't worry I'm capable to defend myself"

"forgive me,your highness, i didn't mean to offend you or something, i just thought it would be right to tell you."

"it's okay you didn't say something wrong"

....

there was an awkward silent

"want a drink?" you broke the silent

"i don't have the right to want anything while I'm in your presence,your highness"

how could he answer so quickly-

"don't be like that...it's a ball for everyone to enjoy"

no answer

you sigh as You sign to the servant to bring another drink, as the servant bring it to your table.

you're confused why he didn't go away but you give him his drink anyway.

"your highness it's really not necessary i-"

"you dare to refuse my offer?"

".....no i don't. thank you,your highness"

you smile slightly as he took it

after some minutes you started "why didn't you went away?"

"do you want me to go,your highness?"

"no-no i mean why didn't you?"

"may i know why would i?"

"didn't..-the quee-i mean her majesty tell you about me?"

"yes,she did"

"but you're still..."

"i understand your point,your highness. but i don't understand her majesty's point"

"in any way?"

"forgive me but i was watching you sometime by now"

"wait-what?"

"we're in the same palace i would definitely run into you,and I've heard the commoners talks about you quite often and by what i heard you were too good to them that's made me curious as why her majesty doesn't want anyone near you"

"oh"

you was too stunned to talk...oh was everything you managed to spit out

you wanted to tear up right now, it was just a normal few sentence someone could even mistake it as an offending to them, but for you..no one has said such things like that or even talked to you in the first place

you bowed your head down

the knight speak as if the realization hit him

"i didn't-i didn't mean to offend you,your highness"

"no you..didn't" You raised your head but looked away "i appreciate what you just said,thank you-...uh may i know your name?"

"my name? he cleared his throat my name doesn't matter I'm just your servant,your highness" he said with more respect

"it's a command"

"senor"

"what a strange name,but it's a beautiful one. I'm Y/N if you didn't know my name earlier heh"

"it's such a honor from you to tell me your name,your highness,but if it's not a bother i feel more comfortable calling you "your highness" "

"of course, go with anything makes you comfortable. even though i don't think we'll interact again" you mumble

"if you'll excuse me your highness, i have to go back to my position" he bow and go back when you nod

you didn't want him to go, it was a nice feeling to talk with someone again

(the villagers doesn't count because you couldn't have a proper conversion with them because they'll be too tense to talk with you)

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after that interact with senor he have been noticing you more he's not ignoring you that much

he would react to your waves with a nod from a far or small movement so you'll know that he saw you

your sister wasn't caring much if he was there or not so you'll take this opportunity to steal him away sometime even if he wasn't approval of your idea

by time you grew closer and closer each time he even visited your personal garden! and became less offical with you but not much

you were too happy to find someone to talk to and spend time with

as for the queen,she's so busy with her duties to even noticing something, maybe she just set this rule and never cared if it broke?

5 A.M.

you and senor where walking in the forest by the river

you planned to go alone in the first place but when he saw you he said it's too dangerous to go alone

"so..you say you knew my father?"

"yes, my lady i did. he had saved my mother from death."

"was..your mother ill?"

"yes, my father wasn't there and i was young to have a job so she was the one working but when she fell down i couldn't do anything....then one day i saw his majesty's court and ran to him the guard has stopped me from going near but i kept shouting for him to help us..then he commanded the guard to let me go as he begin to listen to me, the next thing i know is a lot of money placed in my hand"

sob

senor looked at your way as soon as he heard you sobbing

"my lady are you-are you crying? i-i didn't mean-"

"it's so sad" sob

he just looked at you with big eyes don't know what to do..you..hugged him his hands was in the air where to place them?!

beat beat

shit you were too close,your body pressing against him. did you feel his heart beat? because i think even the village could hear it now

finally he decide to place his hand on your back.

you were talking but he couldn't hear you now, he's more focused on your position.

he was feeling that for a while now but he just denied it. no impossible how could he fall for the princess?

control yourself senor!

"thank you for your kind words my lady" He pushed you back a little

"I'm-I'm sorry i couldn't control myself" you walked back to give him a personal space

your foot slips from the edge as you fell down in the river.

"my lady!" senor yelled as he swim after you

his armor made it difficult to swim fast but eventually he catchs you.

he saw a rock and hold on it "hold on my lady I'll save you" he said between his breath

sitting at the groumd holding you against him, he was panicing now, why hasn't you opened your eyes yet??

"my lady, y/n,are you okay? wake up!"

cough cough

"oh god you're alive"

you opened your eyes slowly, your view still blurry becouse of the water

he made you sit straight as you coughed the water inside your chest

"are you okay?"

you nod as you looked at him.

"thank you. you're really my hero" you giggled

that wasn't a funny thing! you were about to die he should be mad now, scold you even.

but again he's heart start bounding. your hero? your...and you were his lady, he couldn't control himself anymore.

the next thing you see is his lips against yours,it was a long deep kiss he wanted for sometime now.

senor could care less if it's forbidden he was about to lose you seconds ago you're just paying for scaring him to death.

when you return you got a long harsh lecture from the queen on how you were just a wight on her to take and useless

was it? you don't know anymore. all you could think about is that kiss and senor, what was he doing now?

my back hurt :') i have exams soon so i just thought why don't i write something before it?

I'll make this a series too

hope you liked it!

have a good night/day

[thebestandrealestever]

..shut up my moms calling !

miles morales 42 x black fem reader

sum: miles is always there . warns : cursing . a/n : the blue story is not coming out right now, i done got my heart played wid so bad . it hurts to much to write that story and i need sum happy . it is coming out just not now, sorry to let u down . and sorry this short i got finals coming up , bop = hoe

based off jace nd crystal from swagger .

miles has always been there , even when he wasn’t he was . you could feel his eyes on you when he wasn’t even in the room , you hoped it wasn’t just you being delusional and your falling out hurt him as much as it did you . now what you didn’t know is it hurt him so much more, it consumed him . and he did swing by your house , your school , and your job . where ever he knew you would be just to see you . you fell out because he was with a girl and he wasn’t treating her the best and u checked him on it . he didn’t wanna be with her and you didn’t want him to either but you’ve known each other way too long to say anything . his parents and yours would often tell each other it was only temporary, you both thought it was weird they stayed in touch but you both hoped it was. you checked on him too , watching his location on your phone or even stopping by the bodega he’s always at . you were actually doing it right now , at the lil corner store miles was always at . you roamed the store just to do it and then you saw curly hair that couldn’t be any one else , you saw your best friend . but to not make it look like you were stalking him, you quietly walked in the aisle he was in . fake looking at the candy while your mind and heart were racing . and he noticed you too , he noticed you walk all the way over there and noticed you looking at candy you didn’t even like.

“hey bop” he finally said turning his head to quickly scan you then turning back and his tone irked you a little but you shook it off .

“who a bop ? anyway hey girl .. “ “ i miss you .” he said in a hushed tone so maybe you wouldn’t hear . “i miss you too, a lot.” you said and his nonchalant demeanor broke , the real him returning , only you could do that . he put his candy down , hugging you as he let out a breath he didn’t know he had . you leaned into the familiar touch , you really really missed him .

“can we not do this again ? life so boring without my favorite hoe .” you said with a sweet smile truly meaning every word , “say it again i bet iah smack tf outta you .” he said laughing and you laughed too, acting as it no time had passed , but you both knew nothing could go unsaid , as the laughter died down and you left the store he spoke up . “ i’m sorry.. about acting like that , i just don’t get why it made you so upset i was with her .” he said walking on the outside of you like he always did . “ion know i guess i didn’t want you with her , you were also treating her like a dog .” you said mindlessly only realizing when it already left your mouth , did you just say that ? “shit not that like i wanted you or anything, i just didn’t want gwen to be h-“ “she wasn’t you , i tried to see you in her but i just couldn’t .” he said stopping in his tracks pulling your hand to turn around at him , “oh , u want me real bad get off my body damn .” you said obviously kidding to avoid talking about your feelings “u play too much” he said leaning into kiss you for like the 4th time ? you always ended up kissing miles , so you let him and it happened like it always happened . it was special like always, different than anybody you’d ever kissed . “you like me or sum ? you always kissing me like damn nigga get out my mouth !” “yo stfu fore i rly do sum to you lil boy .” he said as he starting walking again and you looked around for the “lil boy” “where he at? ion see no lil boys” you said catching up with him and he just chuckled as his response . “i want you , i want us” he finally said as you smiled at the words you’ve waited so long for , “me too .”

[little-forest-goblin]

First impressions Pt.3

Regency!Five Hargreeves x reader

Synopsis: In the regency era every woman wanted to marry a man that was wealthy and had good status. there was little time to get to know one another. But you Y/N L/N are the most reluctant to these whole marriage to random men you don’t fully know.

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“Excuse me? mind if i cut in?”

You looked at him a little surprised. You looked to edward silently pleading him not to let him cut in but it went right past his head “Oh yes of course.” you cursed every god above and below for doing this to you. Edward let go of you and allowed five to cut in. Five took your hand in his and put his other one on your waist. You looked at him in disbelief. he looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow “what?”. you about wanted to blow up at him for just saying what but you had to keep your voice down and not draw a damned scene to yourself even though, in your opinion, it was hella justified. “What do you mean what?! You did that on purpose!” you said halfway a whisper and more seething. He sighed and looked down at you “I dont like him.” you about had half a mind to knee him in his dick but you kept yourself in line “What about him could you possibly not like?” he stayed silent for a moment considering and thinking until he came to his conclusion “He gives me the creeps.” you snorted “Yeah and you don’t give anyone else the creeps? You walk around with this air of miserable and arrogance it’s honestly quite astonishing. Your ego is as big as a-“ of course he cut you off not very fond of you insulting him “Now listen here, princess. i just don’t like his vibe! Now will you quite complaining and maybe let’s enjoy a dance, alright?” you looked shocked for a moment. How dare he interrupt with his arrogant babbling! “Why do you care anyway? Last i remember you didn’t like me to much and had no desire to get to know me.” you smirked satisfied with your comeback whilst his face dropped “You heard all that?” you nodded still looking quite satisfied with yourself. The dance fell into a silence until he broke it once more “I never said i didn’t have any desire to get to know you” you looked at him in the eyes trying to search for any false hope but when you found none yours softened. “Well then maybe don’t lie next time” he playfully scoffed “Oh please i never even mentioned that i didn’t want to get to know you. That was fabricated by your overthinking brain.” You glared at him till he got a small smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. You and him ended up talking randomly about the dance and party events.

At some point a while after you and him danced you and him ended up standing to the side with a glass of wine and watching some of the more crazy events of the party gossiping and giggling like school girls. He gestured to a older woman who looked uptight and like a stick was right up her ass keeping her walking straight. She had a fan fanning her face with a grumpy bored look and next to her was a man who was attempting to get her attention. “See that old woman? Her name is Mrs penfrock. The young man next to her is Mr penfrock” you looked to him shocked “No?! no that cant be that young man with that old woman?” he nodded and sipped his wine before bringing it away from his lips “Mhm thats him. Thats her 7th husband.” you gasped softly “7th? no! you must be kidding! You dont think she is-“ he interupted “killing them? oh yes i do. They all died of mysterious causes. If i had a say i’d search her home.” you chuckled sipping your wine looking over at him past the cup. he turned and looked at you meeting your eyes. Something in you both made shivers go down your spine’s. You set down your cup onto a small table. He chuckled softly you quirked a brow “What is it?” he shook his head “You have wine on your lips” you went a little wide eyed “oh! oh dear i-“ he brought his hand to your lips resting under your chin and his thumb wiping tour upper lip “Here…i got it” you stood frozen in place. you didn’t move. You didn’t make a fuss. You just let him. His thumb gently moved over your upper lip getting the wine and then to your bottom lip swiping away wine. His eyes locked onto yours and his pupils slightly blown and yours must’ve been too. His thumb stopped on your lip gently pulling it down a little. You don’t have a clue what came over you but you wrapped your lips around his thumb and your tongue gently licked the pad of his thumb, licking away the wine. His eyes went wide and his pupils blew wider. he let it happen his eyes locked on yours and soon a low rumble came from his chest. He leaned forward his hand against the wall behind you “If i were you i would stop before i am no longer able to contain myself.” you gasped softly your cheeks dusted pink and you reluctantly let go. He let his thumb linger before pulling it away. “I must go” he suddenly turned to leave and as you watched him walk away stunned you saw him walk oddly as if adjusting his pants.

Soon the party came to a close and you reunited with your family outside. Your mother and father were all red faced from dancing with each other so much and drinking the night away. You were still thinking of five and the thumb thing. You felt like you had screwed up by doing that. You felt like you fucked up a relationship that just started. You entered the carriage with your family. You caught a glimpse of Colin kissing a girls hand before coming towards you and the family and entering the carriage alongside you and the family. The carriage ride home was all laughter and talk of your experiences and the fun you had. You occasionally also spoke but your mind was mostly astray and far more interest in one singular person. Once home everybody ran to their rooms to undress and settle for the night or do what families do. You however were starved. You hadn’t eaten much at that ball. You entered the kitchen and looked into the pantries for something at-least adequate to snack upon. You ended up finding some biscuits your mother made just yesterday. You grabbed a few and munched upon them with some milk. You eventually were done and headed to your room. You sat at the vanity table and looked at yourself. Your hair had stayed up the night despite your fun and you looked a little sweaty but that didn’t necessarily bother you. You Got undressed tearing your bodice away and dress off. You went to your wardrobe picking your night gown and as you do so you cant help but for your thoughts to run to five’s touch. his hand on your waist, what would it feel like against bare skin if it affected you this much through just a layer of clothes. You swallowed tried to push those thoughts away. You threw on your night gown and just in time your father came in as you laid down in bed “Hey there, y/n?” you smiled and sat up “Hi father whats wrong?” he chuckled “Nothings wrong. I just came to ask how was the dance my little treasure chest?” you smiled softly at the affectionate term he has had for you since you were little “It was not as bad as i thought it would be.” he chuckled and and took your hand giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze “See i told you it wouldn’t be that bad. You just had to have a little faith.” he leaned forward kissing your forehead “Goodnight, my treasure chest” you smiled up at him “Goodnight father” he smiled and left your room closing the door behind himself. You smiled and laid back in bed. You decided to set your worries aside and let that be future you’s problem for now. You just hoped it wouldn’t come to bite you in the ass. You looked out your window and you let your eye’s droop into a sleep. Today’s events soon slipping away as you slipped into a world of dreams.

In the morning you awoke to the smell of eggs being made and the sweet nectar of fruits being my cut. You exited your room your hair tousled and loose. You entered the dining room and sat at the table as you and your mother and father waited for the girls to awaken. your mother smiled over at you “Hello darling, early up i see. i expected you to be asleep still at this hour especially after all that fun” you smiled at her sleepily and lazily “Yeah but you know me mother i enjoy breakfast” she nodded and handed a plate “Well in that case i have your breakfast here” you smiled a little more eagerly and took the plate with a thank you and began to eat. father soon came inside with a letter and as he dis Trisha came in ready for breakfast. Father said “We got a letter from the Hargreeves manor. it must be-“ Trisha snatched it in excitement “It must be from Diego! i danced with him the other night he must be calling for me!” you chuckled and rolled your eyes softly “Trisha you honestly believe he is calling for you right now? Is he dying in a bed waiting for you?” Trisha gave a playful scoff and stuck her tongue out at you and looked back at the letter and opened it up. your father sighed smiling and shaking his head softly at her excitement but his face turned to concern when her’s dropped “Something wrong, Trish?” Trisha handed the letter to your father and he cleared his throat and pulled out his reading glasses perching them on his nose. Just then Maggie entered the room just in time to hear the results. “Dear L/N family, We Hargreeves officially invite you to the Hargreeves manor for a feast. We would be honored to have your company signed….” everybody waited patiently as father paused in confusion. Maggie curiously spoke up “Well what? who signed it?” mother went to father and held his shoulders and looked at the letter he turned it to her so she could see “Signed…Five Hargreeves” your eyes snapped up and went wide

Wait…Five Hargreeves?

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hi i hope you liked it! Please stay safe and happy. i love you ❤️

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hope you don’t hate angst in ur mailbox but what about when Fee gets pregnant (just a matter of time lol) and when she’s in labor they keep him out of the tent :( and she’s screaming and in pain but he can’t go in there lest he angers the gods :( would he force himself in anyway??? curious to hear ur thoughts <3 ily

I love angst when it ends in fluff! 💕

Imagine König being in the most horrible, distressful situation in his life, hearing her cry and suffer and he can’t do a thing about it.

There are a lot of women inside their beautiful, sturdy little hut, and an evil looking elderly lady at the doorway. She’s guarding the entrance so he can’t get in, not without using force. And he can’t use force because the old crone croaks at him and starts to beat him with a thin rod every time he approaches. Bad luck! Bad for the baby if he goes in! His woman could die too; why is he being so ignorant and foolish?! Bad man! Go away!

He’s just nonplussed. He understands, somewhat, that a man should never be present at birthing lest he wants to anger the gods, but he’s about to crawl out of his skin soon! He turns away, only to hurl back when he hears another scream that turns into an inhuman wail. He would rip all these people apart with his bare hands if it meant he’d get to be with her, but that would surely anger the gods too :( He’s the biggest, strongest male in the area, but he can do nothing to help his little fairy who has to suffer so much when giving birth to his child.

For a moment he spirals into deep, hellish thoughts of whether he has done a terrible thing, taking a fairy woman for his wife.

What if she dies in childbirth because the baby is too big? What has he done!?

When the crying ends, he’s sure he has lost her forever, and finally pushes the hissing old woman aside – she even tries to bite him, the cursed, mean old crone – ready to meet the horrible sight of his little Fee, bloody on her deathbed.

And there’s blood, alright, but everybody’s silent only because they’re looking at a wondrous sight.

Every woman, including his beloved Fee, is staring at a breathing, living miracle: the child of a giant and a sprite. It’s the smallest, chubbiest little thing he has ever seen, and it’s looking up at the mother who just gave birth to her – or him, König doesn’t care, as long as they’re both alive.

“Little one…” he stutters, completely taken aback by the amazing sight of his smiling wife and their newborn child. She only now notices him, an idiot who broke the rules because he thought he had lost her forever. Her face is flushed and puffy and tired and so incredibly beautiful when she breaks into a beaming smile.

“You silly brute, you shouldn’t be in here yet. But now that you are… Come look what a beautiful girl we made!”

[yournowheregirl]

omg thank you all for the overwhelming response to part 1 of secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson! here’s a part two as a little treat

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 2: here you come again

Ever since he discovered the Off-Road a few weeks ago, Eddie’s been going there almost every week but he hadn’t joined the open-mic night since that first night. He didn’t really feel the need to, because despite his own belief, he has actually managed to move on from his idiotic crush on Steve.

Well, almost.

Eddie had sworn off his crush once Steve announced that he and Emily were going on their third date. Steve was smiling from ear to ear when he said it too, though that usual sparkle in his eyes had remained absent. Eddie didn’t think too much of it, too busy wallowing in self-pity and cursing himself for setting himself up for heartbreak once again. 

So, he moved on. Went to Indianapolis once or twice, found guys with striped polos and bright smiles who tried their best to take his mind off Steve (which, due to their eerily resemblance, didn’t really work out). Focused on helping Will with his new campaign for Hellfire, teaching him the DM tricks he had learned over the years. Played with his band until his fingers almost started to bleed from strumming the guitar strings a little too hard. 

And it worked. Everything’s all fine and dandy, Steve’s barely on his mind anymore (except for all the times that he is) and Eddie’s just over him. One hundred percent. Done. No more Steve Harrington for him, thank you very much. 

“Emily and I broke things off.”

Eddie almost drops the two bottles of beer he’s holding, stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the spacious kitchen of the Harrington home.

“Sorry, what?” Eddie asks because there is no way in hell he heard that right.

“Me and Emily.” Steve repeats, snatching one of the beer bottles out of Eddie’s hand and taking a long swig, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down. His mouth is glistening when he sets the bottle down and Eddie’s eyes zero in on them and - dear lord, get ahold of yourself, Munson. “We broke up. Turns out she wasn’t the one after all.”

“Oh shit. Sorry about that, man.” Eddie says, trying to keep his voice under control because he should not be jumping for joy that Steve and Emily broke up. No matter how much he wants to. He should also not be fishing for more details, but curiosity gets the best of him and the next thing he knows he asking, “Why’d you guys break up anyway? I thought you said you were crazy for her.”

“I mean, I was. Sorta, but not really, I think. Don’t get me wrong, I liked her and she really is a lovely person, ridiculously pretty too but… she and I just want different things.” Steve shrugs. “She always wants to go out, be somewhere, see something, go on wild adventures every weekend and shit. And I don’t know… I mean I like that, but I also want to sit back and do nothing for a bit y’know? Just simple, easy, like what we’re doing tonight.”

Steve bumps their shoulders together and Eddie tries his very best to ignore how Steve feels so warm, even for that short moment. He tries even harder not too read too much into Steve’s words, which means he’s definitely not thinking that Steve would rather spend time with him than with the supposed girl of his dreams. 

Except when, a couple of beers later, Eddie finds himself a little too tipsy to stop himself from once again, falling for Steve like a ton of bricks. 

But it’s not his fault that Steve’s eyes turn this magical color hazel underneath the warm lights of the living room chandelier. Or that his cheeks are this beautiful shade of pink from the alcohol in his system. Or that Steve’s laugh after Eddie tells the world’s lamest joke, is probably one of his favorite sounds in the world.

Oh, this is bad. This is really fucking bad.

Steve slouches against him when his laughter dies down, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder, all relaxed and warm. “I wish it was always this easy.”

“What?” Eddie asks. He’s surprised at how level his voice is considering Steve’s plastered against him like a vine that climbs up alongside a wall. 

“I don’t know. Life, dating, anything really.” Steve sighs. “Nothing feels as easy as when I’m with you.”

Eddie feels his throat tighten at Steve’s confession. Not because he doesn’t feel the same. It’s the opposite, really. Everything really does feel a little easier when Steve’s around. 

Everything, except this annoying crush that keeps coming back like a goddamn boomerang

“You’re drunk.” Eddie tries to laugh it off, hoping that it’ll make the heavy feeling in his stomach go away.

“I mean it, y’know.” Steve mutters. He rubs his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder and moves in just a little closer. Sighing happily once he finds a comfortable position. “You smell nice.”

Eddie knows for a fact he does not, it’s probably leftover weed smell, but his face still heats up at the compliment. “Let’s just… let’s just watch the movie okay?”

“Hmm, okay.” Steve hums, his eyes drooping already and Eddie just knows he’s gonna fall asleep within minutes. 

-xxx-

Steve’s words keep echoing through his mind the next few days and Eddie’s feeling more restless than usual - if that’s even possible - and on Wednesday night, he drives off to the Off-Road again. 

The drive itself calms him down just a little but as soon as he sits down at Pat’s bar, the feeling of dread washes over him once again. Not even the soft June Carter song that’s playing in the background is able to cheer him up right now.

“Geez Ed, you look madder than a wet hen” Pat says as she puts down Eddie’s drink on the bar. “Tell ol’ Pat here what’s going on.”

“Fuckin’ straight boys.” Eddie mutters, leaning his head on his hands. He’s moping and he knows it, but he really doesn’t give two shits right now.

Pat blinks at him. “You been fucking them or is this more like a fuck them straight boys situation? I’m only equipped for the latter one.”

Somehow, Pat’s piercing green eyes stare right into his soul and before he knows it, Eddie’s just spilling everything. “There… there’s this guy, y’know. He’s my friend.”

“Let me guess? Handsome?”

“Like a fuckin’ Greek God. It’s ridiculous.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “But it’s more than that. He’s also just… so nice. Seriously, he drives our friends around and let me host D&D campaigns at his house and he asks nothing in return. Great cook too, his brownies are to die for.”

“Sounds like a damn dreamboat. But he’s straight?” Pat sighs sympathetically.

“The straightest man you’ve ever seen.” Eddie grumbles. “And it’s fine, alright? I know it’s never gonna happen between us. But he just broke up with the girl he’s been seeing for the last month or so and then suddenly goes around tellin’ me shit like how much he likes being with me. How easy it is when we're together. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? That’s just…”

“Real fucking frustrating.” Tish adds as she passes by with a tray of drinks in her hands. 

Eddie couldn’t have said it better himself. He takes a sip of his Coke, desperately wishing it was something stronger, and patiently waits before Pat speaks up again.

“I think you gotta put some distance between the two of you.” Pat says solemnly. “Now hear me out because it ain’t gonna be pretty, but sometimes you gotta take a step back to protect your own heart. And if you don’t wanna go that far, I suggest finding a healthy outlet to process your feelings because sulking like this ain’t doing you any good, kiddo.”

“And how do you suppose I do that?” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Do I look like I got the money to go to some expensive shrink?”

“Dunno, maybe some musical therapy?” Pat grins, her eyes darting back to the acoustic guitar on the wall. “You said it worked so well for you last time.”

Pat’s right. He did feel a lot better after playing Jolene the other night, it was like Dolly put all the things he was feeling right into a song. Maybe she could do the same for him now, because Eddie knows exactly what other song in her repertoire fits the situation.

He walks up to the podium once again, not even bothering to introduce himself this time because most of the patrons know him by now. He’s a little more unfamiliar with the chords this time around so it takes him a few tries before he finally gets it and the melody starts filling up the room. 

“Here you come again. Just when I’ve begun to get myself together. You waltz right in the door, just like you’ve done before. And wrap my heart ‘round your little finger.”

It’s like Dolly’s been reading his thoughts these last few days because every single word just rings true in Eddie’s mind. Well, except that part about Steve’s little fingers because they are anything but little. Eddie knows, he’s spent the better half of their friendship staring at them and daydreaming about things that should never see the light of day. 

“Here you come again. Just when I’m about to make it work without you. You look into my eyes and light those pretty eyes and pretty soon I’m wonderin’ how I came to doubt you.”

God, he’s so frustrated now. Steve probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing to Eddie and it’s so fucking unfair. How the hell is he supposed to move on when Steve keeps saying shit like that? When Steve continues to be a, in Pat’s words, a damn dreamboat?

Eddie strums the guitar a little harder, his voice becoming a little rougher. Almost like he’s spitting out the words

“All you gotta do, is smile that smile, and there go all my defenses. Just leave it up to you and in a little while, you’re messing up my mind and filling up my senses.”

The handful of people in the crowd are softly singing along, but it’s not like Eddie actually has eyes for them. His mind is solely focused on keeping his voice level, rather than start screaming. Maybe Corroded Coffin should do a cover of this song, should be a fun surprise for those drunkards at the Hideout.

“Here you come again and here I go…” Eddie finishes the song. He thanks the audience and slouches back into his seat at the bar, not feeling as good as he did the last time he performed here. It doesn’t feel as cathartic this time and instead there’s a hole inside his heart that no Dolly song can possibly fill.

“Feeling better honey?” Tish asks sweetly as she puts another bottle of Coke on the bar for him.

Eddie nods, even though it’s obviously a lie. Another wave of dread and restlessness washes over him. Because if he can’t turn to his mother’s favorite artist for guidance anymore, then what the hell is he supposed to do to get over his stupid crush on Steve Harrington?

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[bella-rose29]

Domestic Sweetness - part 2

this one is a bit shorter but it's just as sweet, and it's pretty much all lockwood doing stuff but it sets up the third and final part really nicely!

word count: 2.1k

warnings: George is mean about lockwood's culinary skills, a few swear words, and that's it I think

Anthony Lockwood was many things: charming, professional, the leader of a successful business, caring, supportive, and dedicated to his friends and his job, but ‘baker’ was not one of his attributes. 

George Karim, on the other hand, was completely at home in the kitchen. It was his domain, the other being the Archives, and so when he got back from said Archives on a Tuesday in May and heard somebody cursing about kitchen utensils he was immediately on guard. Sure, it was Lockwood’s house, and he had grown up with the appliances in that room, but from what George had seen of his friend’s cooking skills Lockwood was definitely better off being an agent. 

He pushed open the kitchen door and took a breath, hoping that the sight that greeted him wasn’t too horrible. 

Lockwood stood by the table, apple-patterned apron tied around his waist as he stood with his hands on his jogger-covered hips staring at a mixing bowl. He looked up when George sighed at the mess: the bag of flour was opened on the table, the contents scattered in a light film across the thinking cloth, eggshells had been cracked and crushed underfoot and butter was in small patches on the counter. 

“Ah, George, there you are. Where’s the uh… the… hang on,” Lockwood broke off, peering at the recipe in front of him. “Oh, the vanilla extract? I was sure we had it in the top drawer over there but I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“Oh I moved it. It’s in with the spices now.” He paused for a moment while Lockwood retrieved the ingredient. “… What are you doing?” 

“Baking a cake. Or trying to, anyway.” He frowned. “It’s trickier than I thought it would be. I can’t find the scales so I’m having to guess.” George thought a part of him died a little on the inside. “Y/n’s not feeling great so I thought I’d try and make something to cheer her up.” Just how much the thing that Lockwood was creating would cheer his girlfriend up, George wasn’t sure. He supposed she would care more about the fact that Lockwood had tried than anything else. 

“Right. Do you… need any help?” He desperately hoped that his friend would say yes, just so that George could sort out the atrocities that were happening in the kitchen. 

“Probably, but I’d like to try and do this on my own if that’s alright. It might be a mess but I’m sure she won’t mind.” If Y/n had any sense then she absolutely would mind, and she would throw the cake in the bin. 

“Fine,” George sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “But if this is the reason she breaks up with you then don’t come crying to me, Lockwood.” There wasn’t much weight behind his words, and Lockwood knew it. They were quite possibly the most disgusting couple George had ever seen, despite the fact that PDA was kept to a minimum, and Y/n was just as hopelessly in love with Lockwood as he was with her. They would never break up, and even if George didn’t outright say it (he often pretended to gag and told them to get a room, although unfortunately recently the couple had taken to doing just that) he desperately hoped that he was right about their relationship. 

“Alright, George. Whatever you say,” Lockwood smiled, amusement clear in his features. George would have to clean up the mess later, since he was absolutely certain that Lockwood in his love-struck state would be too busy thinking about delivering the cake to actually do it himself, and he turned and left the room so that he could stop looking at it all. 

He had barely made it to the first step of the stairs when a loud smashing sound came from the kitchen, and a small “…Oops,” followed it. 

~~~

Buses were awful. 

Normally when Lockwood saw a bus it was practically empty, just a few pensioners travelling further into the city and the odd young person going to work, so he felt personally cheated that the bus he was currently on - with his precious cargo in both hands - was packed. 

He sighed, casting a worried glance at the large tupperware box he was carrying when the bus went over a particularly large pothole, and hoped that at least one person would get off at the next stop. He still had about an hour to go on this bus, and while he wouldn’t complain because he was doing it for his girlfriend, he really wanted to sit down. 

Ten minutes later he started complaining. 

Internally, of course, because he didn’t have anybody to talk to and he wasn’t about to become the person on the bus causing a scene, but he was very angry in his head. Not only had nobody got off the bus, but more people had got on, and to top it all off the traffic had worsened. 

The bell dinged, signalling that someone wanted to leave, and the bus slowed down. Lockwood looked around in an attempt to find anybody that looked like they were preparing to move, but there were too many people in the way. They pulled into the bus stop, the doors opened in a whoosh, and all at once passengers stepped off. Just when he thought that everyone had cleared from the bottom level, more came from the top deck and thundered down the stairs so that they didn’t get left behind. As soon as a seat opened up Lockwood rushed for it, sighing in content at the lack of weight on his feet. A few people got on, but since many seats had now become available it wasn’t anywhere near as crowded as it had been. 

“Excuse me, young man, you don’t mind if I perch here do you?” Lockwood looked up to see an old lady with her scarf wrapped around her neck (despite the warm weather they were currently having) and a tight grip on her tartan patterned trolley. She was gesturing to the seat next to him that he was currently using as a resting place for the cake box, and he quickly moved it to offer up the whole seat. 

“Of course not! Here, let me help you with that,” he said, balancing the cake on one leg while he manoeuvred her trolley to lean against the railing in front of their seats. 

“Oh, thank you,” she beamed, pinching his cheek. “Your parents have raised you well, young man. So sweet and kind. They must be so proud of you!” Lockwood tried to hide the pang of sorrow that he felt at her words, and plastered on his classic ‘customer service’ smile. She saw through it almost immediately. “What’s wrong, dear? You’ve got a far away look in your eyes.” Her voice was kind and quiet and inviting, and everything about her made Lockwood want to tell her everything about him, but something held him back. He still choked up a little thinking about his parents, and this lovely old lady didn’t need him crying on her shoulder on a bus. 

“Ah, just thinking about…” he floundered for a moment, unsure what he could be thinking about. “My girlfriend,” he finally settled on. The old lady frowned, looking down at the box he had in his lap. “She’s not feeling well at the moment and I just hope she’s alright.”

“Aw, you just keep getting sweeter, don’t you! Is that what this box is for then?”

Lockwood lit up, sitting straighter in his seat and twisting his body more to face her. “It is, actually! I phoned her this morning to see if she wanted to go out for lunch, but she said she was feeling really awful and couldn’t go anywhere, so I baked her a cake and I’m taking the date to her.” The old lady smiled fondly at him and patted his hand. 

“She’s a very lucky girl, then, whoever she is.” Lockwood felt himself blush, his cheeks growing warm and his stomach flipping over. 

“I’m the lucky one,” he started. “I really don’t know how I ever managed to get her to agree to a first date. Or a second.” He felt that his confusion was justified since when they had first met he’d nearly impaled himself on his rapier after getting his long coat stuck in a fence. He’d tell anyone that listened that he’d tried avoiding stepping on a slug on the pavement, but in reality he’d stumbled after seeing her smile. This old lady didn’t need to know that rather embarrassing story, but she was already moving on to her next sentence. 

“Well, it sounds as though the pair of you are happy. My husband was quite like you when he was around.” She smiled softly. 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Lockwood said, smiling back. The old lady frowned in confusion, tilting her head a little. 

“Oh, he’s not dead, dear. He’s just fucked off to France! He used to be so sweet and loving until he went on a business trip ten years ago and decided he would rather live in France with the girls there than with me, the bastard.” She continued cursing him out, much to Lockwood’s amusement, and threatening to do all sorts of things if her husband ever returned. 

Lockwood was wondering if Y/n would enjoy a holiday in France when the old lady switched subject, going on about… ketchup? Or possibly gardening? He was sure she had mentioned tomatoes at some point, but she was talking so quickly he was struggling to keep up.

It was around forty minutes later and many changes in conversation with the old lady (who was called Ethel and had four cats and two dogs, and chickens in her back garden, and a horse in a stable just outside of London, and a very large fish tank) that the bus lurched over a pothole in the road. Instinctively his arm shot out to hold the old lady in her chair, steadying her so that she didn’t go flying over the metal bar in front of their seats. His other hand clutched the cake box while his core muscles clenched to stop his own body going sprawling. “Are you alright?” he asked, scowling out the window in the direction of the pothole. 

“Oh yes, thank you. You’ve quite the strength, haven’t you!”

“Ah,” Lockwood smiled, feeling heat creep up his neck. “Comes with the job, really.”

“Job? What is it that you do, dear?”

“Oh, I’m an agent. I have my own agency, actually. Lockwood and Co, if you’ve heard of us?” Ethel’s face lit up as she settled back into her chair. Lockwood retracted his arm and quirked an eyebrow in question. 

“My granddaughter knows a lot about this stuff, and come to think of it she has mentioned a company with that name. Sings your company’s praises, she does. I’m not sure why - I don’t really understand most of this modern ‘agency’ stuff. I do what she says which is to put up my lavender and stay indoors when it’s dark! But she works in a café, you see, so she often gets the closing shifts since she’s still got some of that… oh, what’s it called - no, don’t tell me… Talent! That’s it. Not much, mind you, which is why she’s not in the field, but it’s enough to mean that she’s safe at night. I give her little trinkets, too. I doubt they’re much good, but even if all she does is chuck a silver pendant at a ghost and runs away, it’ll make me feel better that she has it. Oh, I think this is my stop!” She reached for the red ‘stop’ button, pressing it firmly so it let out a ding, and she grabbed a hold of her trolley. “Would you like a cup of tea, dear? I think I’ve got a thermos somewhere for you to take some ready-made for your girlfriend if you wanted!” Lockwood hesitated. This old lady was so lovely and sweet, and he was starting to feel a bit parched from the long bus journey, but he really should be getting on. 

He had just opened his mouth to politely decline when he noticed what street they were on, and he decided that he could probably get away with it. “Alright then, but only one cup. Luckily this is my stop too, so I can head on to my girlfriend’s house right after.”

“Perfect! Aw, well I’ll bring out my nice teacups,” she said, wheeling her trolley around and heading for the bus doors. Lockwood cast a glance behind him, checking and double checking that he had everything (the cake box was in his hands) and followed her out, saying a bright “Thank you!” to the driver. 

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[number1villainstan]

do you have any headcanons in regards to kai chisaki's bio parents? did he get thrown out or do you think they died. or both. or a secret third thing i haven't considered. /from kainagant

i ABSOLUTELY have chisaki-parent headcanons. content warnings for discussions of child abuse/neglect/abandonment under the cut because chisaki is my favorite character and therefore i can and will put him through hell :)

These headcanons are kind of crack, but I think his bio father was Yaoyorozu's grandfather, the patriarch of the Yaoyorozu clan. His bio mother was the guy's secretary who he had to fire to hide the fact that he had an affair 🫢 She managed to extort a lot of child support/hush money from him, citing the fact that she had to take care of a baby and also the fact that she had his wife's phone number.

...not that any of that money actually went to child support, mind you. She was the type of mother who treated her child as an obligation at best and a show prize at worst--she enrolled baby kai in an expensive all-girls school (he's trans and i will fight you on that) so she could brag to her friends about it, but she would also make him go to school while sick and would only rarely cook any kind of meals for him. he was usually on his own to find or cook food in the house, and when an accident inevitably happened and he broke a dish she'd scream at him like he did it on purpose.

(In all honesty, I think she was the egotistical mean girl type who no one would want to hang out with if she didn't have power over them of some kind. In a modern AU Chisaki would 100% hang out on/gain a lot of comfort from r/raisedbynarcissists, as ableist as that sub can be.)

There are some points in the abuse cycle where she tries to reconcile with him, but of course solely on her terms. Usually she'd try to win him over by spending money on a bunch of new toys, almost always dolls or other "girl toys", instead of doing things like apologizing for screaming, asking him how his day went, or even asking him what toys he'd actually want and buying those. (Sound familiar?)

Of course, it only gets worse when baby Kai starts showing signs of being autistic. She absolutely takes him not looking her in the eye as a personal slight, along with playing with his toys "wrong", not liking certain foods or textures, stimming too loudly, or generally being 'strange'. Because of course she does. And of course, Overhaul isn't very easy to control at such a young age, and she takes *that* personally too--she's absolutely called him cursed and monster because of his Quirk.

But moving on to how he ended up on the street. When Kai's eight, she decides that she's done with her "creepy weirdo daughter" and dumps him at an orphanage. For the next couple years he's going to be running away from orphanages, living on the streets, getting dragged back to orphanages, and so on. There may also be shitty foster homes involved, if the Japanese welfare system is like that at all. He'll realize early on the weirdness of gender (he cuts his hair super short a few weeks after the abandonment, gets asked if he's a boy in a dress or a girl with short hair, and realizes that he could be whatever he wanted) and bounce between presentations during this time, and just so happened to be in boymode when the oyaji found him, which is how he got stuck in boymode for basically ever. But that's a story for another time, and not what you asked about.

Anyways, so, to recap: bio dad is the Yaoyorozu patriarch and Momo's grandad, bio mom is the secretary he had an affair with and also a shitbag (which left Chisaki with massive emotional scars), and I think he got abandoned/kicked out as a little girl.

[friendlyfire454]

So these are some redesigns i did of Charlie and Agatha(i'm not calling her by her real name) from Hazbin Hotel. They are not the best bc i did at highschool during math, so they were also slightly rushed. But anyway here they are, with some descriptions:

Charlie or as i renamed them Charlos:

They are Lillith's child, but not Lucifer's. Lillith gave birth to them after she separated from Adam, it is unknown if they are Adam's child and it remains an mystery in both Heaven and Hell. The only one that knows who's Charlo's father is is Lillith, but she never revealed it. Due to Lillith being cursed to give birth to dead children, Charlos was stillborn. Lillith then went to Lucifer to revive her child, he agreed but if only she promised to leave Charlos with and that she never speaks with Charlos again. Lillith hessitently agreed and Lucifer revived Charlos. Lillith was heartbroken leaving her child behind, but hoped that Lucifer will give a better life. Charlos now ressembles a goat marrionate doll, the cracks on their body are from Lucifer who would take out his anger on them. Charlos would live in fear of Lucifer until they rebeled an ran away to start a rehabilation centre for sinners who went to Hell for unfair reason(like killing their abuser or having to do nasty things to sustian themself, like theft). They then met Agatha an fallen angel with an missing. They decided to take her in to the rundown building where they become closer. But they aren't dating, yet, mostly because Agatha doesn't trust Charlos due to them being raised by Lucifer and still being kinda of xenophobic to demons due to how she was brought up on Earth and in Heaven. Charlos currently only has one client, that being Anthony/Angel Dust, they also hired two maids, Niffty and Mimzy and Husk who was hired to be the chef but does a pretty shitty job.

(Please ignore the messed up hands, i'm not good at drawing them)

Agatha:

On Earth she was poor girl who had to take care of her 3 younger siblings in Columbia. Their mother died due to an illness, while her father was an well meaning men, but he always left due to being in the army. Agatha had to fo everything to take care of her siblings, which also meant missing out on school and falling behind her education. When she was at school, she was taught by an extremly religoud teacher, who warned them about the horrors of Hell and Sin. This stuck with Agatha her whole life and afterlife to the point she became strongly religous. She even punished herself due to being a lesbian. Since her whole life she was taught that it was sinful to have same-sex attractions. Whenever she had a crush on a girl she would cry and pray alot because she tought she was angering good. She died at 22 when an robber broke into their house and Agatha was shot in the eye as she tried to protect her siblings. She arived in Heaven soon after a year passed and she was found by Lute, the leader of the exterimation unit, and took her in. Lute treated Agatha like an younger sister and soon got her to join the unit. At first Agatha refused but then Lute pressured her by the same stories about Hell that her teacher told her about. Agatha became one of the best in the unit making Lute extremly proud. Until one day, Agatha fell inlove with female Seraphim and angered Lute. Lute killed the seraphim and then blamed Agatha and got her casted out of Heaven. Agatha was devasted as she arrived in Hell, she then stabbed herself in a order to end it all. But instead Charlos found her and took her to their rehabilation station. When Agatha woke up she was horrified seeing Charlos and tried to attack them. Until Charlos explained their plan to help sinners who arrived in Hell unfairly, Agatha saw this as oportunity to go back to Heaven and reveal that Lute killed the Seraphim. Agatha currently helps Charlos run the hotel and keep everyone in charge so they do their jobs.

Anyways thanks for reading and if this gets alot of likes i might do other redesigns

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Oh, the horrors of falling in love -Danny Words: 2,534 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Little Lion Man' -by Mumford & Sons

XXVI: Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

"We were..." I look at the boys towering over me, "training."

"Training?" Mike asks indignantly. "For what? Dying?"

"It's a long story," Nico rolls his eyes. "Harmless match, that's all."

"Harmless," Percy repeats, scowling. "Nico, you have a black eye. Ara's lip is busted and her leg is bleeding. What the Tartarus were you doing?"

Nico and I look at each other with the same surprised expression. I touch my lip and feel the blood, as well as the pain. Nico touches his eye and frowns. "Ouch," he mumbles.

"They wanted to know which was the strongest since they both believe they are the top gladiator of the twenty-first century," Connor explains.

"Why didn't you try to stop them?" Michael scolds him.

"Di Angelo cracked the ground beneath her feet and she threw a water bottle at his face and kicked him in the crotch!" Travis complains. "They move too fast."

"You two come with me." 

Mike guides us out of the arena with Lily quietly following close.

"Where are you taking us?"

"The infirmary is for campers who hurt themselves training properly, not for uncontrolled beasts who have fun breaking arms. I'm going to cure you two with other remedies, the ones that stink of compost."

"No one broke anything," Nico sulks.

I nod thoughtfully. "Can't be hard, though..."

"No more fights!" Lily and Mike shout in unison.

"Who won, then?" Connor asks Lily, quickly catching up to us.

We look at her, she looks back like she can't believe we're asking. "Nobody! None of them asked for a truce, Percy and Mike had to break the fight."

"One of us should've been better anyway."

"You're both equally stupid," she scolds us. "There was no winner. Period."

We get to the edge of the forest, Mike sits with us and smears our faces with a strange moss that stinks of stagnant water. 

Let me say, that stuff tastes as bad as it looks, so I refuse to put that in my mouth, I don't care if that means I'll end up having a scar.

Percy takes a look at us once we go back and asks in a frustrated tone: "You'll continue fighting until there's a winner, won't you?"

Nico and I look at each other with the same dark grin.

"Forget Kronos, they're going to die before they turn fourteen," Lily groans.

"I hope they gain some sense before that happens," Mike fixes my bandages with concern.

I don't care about the bruises and the scarring, they show I'm not afraid to throw a punch. Besides, if getting into fights means I'll have Mike's attention on me, I think I can live with it.

Ara gets yanked backward before a boulder hits her. 

"Get us out of here!" Nico yells at Leo, then he leans down. "That'd be the third time, by the way."

Ara pushes him aside. "I've saved your life more times than you can catch up to."

"Judging by how sloppy you are, I doubt it," he replies.

They've been trying to pass through this patch of sea for the last two days and each attempt ends with them having to retreat. Ara hasn't been this angry since the second time Percy went missing.

The girl curses in ancient Greek and tosses remains of rock off the deck, they land in the water with a pathetic splash. She walks up to the others, scowling and muttering swear words under her breath.

"Well, that was sucktastic," Leo groans, matching her mood. "Should I wake the others?"

"They need rest," Hazel says, though she looks tired too. "We'll have to figure out another way on our own."

"Huh... another way—do you see one?" Leo scowls at his monitor.

Ara's eyes stay on him as he speaks. She doesn't know if he's angry or guilty about the fortune cookie, could be both, but the boy's made a clear effort to keep her away so she can't use her empath touch on him, which is torture. 

Today he's wearing a stained work shirt and singed jeans, and his hair is covered in sweat and dirt yet Ara has the urge to reach up and kiss his stupid frown away. The longer he stays away, the more she wants to yell at him, hating that she can't focus on saving her friends because she's too busy yearning for a kiss.

"It's our fault," Hazel says at last. "Nico's and mine. The numina can sense us." 

"Yeah, I agree," Ara sulks. "It's Nico's fault."

The boy glares at her as he picks out splinters off his jacket. Ara suspects he knows she's just pushing his buttons because she has no other outlet.

"Earth spirits don't like children of the Underworld. That's true," he says ignoring her. "We get under their skin—literally. But I think the numina could sense this ship anyway. We're carrying the Athena Parthenos. That thing is like a magical beacon."

"So crossing the mountains is out," Leo sighs, examining the monitor again. "Thing is, they go a long way in either direction."

"We could go by sea," Hazel offers. "Sail around the southern tip of Italy."

"That's a long way. Plus, we don't have..." Nico glances at Ara pointedly. "Our sea expert, Percy."

The girl tightens her grasp on Almighty's grip. "Well, we obviously can't go this way any more than we can shadow travel the whole ship, so there's gotta be a way around it."

"What about continuing north?" Hazel continues. "There has to be a break in the mountains, or something."

Leo tinkers with the Archimedes sphere newly installed on the ship. Ara's fingers have been itching to touch it, but she doesn't know how it works, and since Leo is spending the least amount of time with her, asking her boyfriend for lessons is out of the question.

A hologram comes out when Leo presses a few buttons and proceeds to examine the map carefully. "I dunno. I don't see any good passes to the north. But I like that idea better than backtracking south. I'm done with Rome."

"Whatever we do," Nico continues, "we have to hurry. Every day that Annabeth and Percy are in Tartarus..."

"They'll be fine for the next three days," Ara states confidently.

"Because you say so?" Nico scoffs. "The universe doesn't bow to you, regardless of what you think."

Ara's blood boils instantly. "Do you know what my job was on the quests I went to?"

"Was it Lady-in-distress?" Nico taunts her. "Or bait? You liked to squirm a lot."

Ara steps closer. Hazel and Leo prepare to break a possible fight, this has happened way too many times in the two days Nico's been on the ship. "I was in charge of supplies. I know how much food Annabeth and Percy consume, the amount of nectar and ambrosia they need, and they know I'm good at my job. I would never let them starve during the first two days of a journey."

"The supplies you had in your stupid dino were for you, not them," Nico argues.

"They were better survivors than I ever was, dumbass, do you think I didn't take that into consideration?" She scowls. "They have enough for a whole week, perhaps more if they eat less than they should."

Hazel hurries to speak. "He's just worried, Ara. Please."

The girl sounds so stressed that Ara snaps out of her anger. She looks back at Hazel's imploring eyes and steps back, arms crossing over her chest as she avoids looking at Nico.

"Anyway," she continues in a gentler voice. "If we're going to change trajectory, we should bring the others. Jason can fly and check for us, Piper's dagger can help too, maybe."

"No," Hazel replies stubbornly. "We can figure this out. We just need some creative thinking. Another way to cross those mountains, or a way to hide ourselves from the numina."

"The only way to hide would be using the mist," Ara raises a brow. "But I've never been able to trick monsters with that."

"And like Ara said, if I was alone, I could shadow-travel. But that won't work for an entire ship. And honestly, I'm not sure I have the strength to even transport myself anymore," Nico says with frustration.

"I could maybe rig some kind of camouflage," Leo suggests, "like a smoke screen to hide us in the clouds."

"Arion," Hazel says suddenly.

"What?" Nico frowns.

Leo lets out a joyful exclamation as he points forward.  "It's her horse, man! You missed that whole part. We haven't seen him since Kansas!"

"He's back?" Ara squints, spotting the animal rushing towards them.

Hazel smiles. "We have to meet him—He's here to help."

"Yeah, okay." Leo tilts his head. "But, uh, we talked about not landing the ship on the ground anymore, remember? You know, with Gaea wanting to destroy us and all."

"Just get me close, and I'll use the rope ladder. I think Arion wants to tell me something." 

"Just don't go too far away," Ara pauses. "Though since it's Arion, I almost feel stupid asking that."

"Almost?" Nico responds sarcastically.

"Enough," Hazel scowls at them. "Leo, don't let them fight while I'm gone."

"What?" Leo waves his hands in front of him rejecting the idea. "No, no, no! These two drive me nuts! Not even Coach Hedge can stand their arguments, and he loves it when people fight!"

Ara frowns. "I'll go below decks, if that makes you feel less anxious, Hazel—you," she points at Nico. "Wait for your sister."

"Like you have to tell me," he mutters.

"And you..." Ara looks at Leo. He briefly looks into her eyes before turning to the control board. "Keep looking for alternative routes."

"On it, General," he mumbles, eyes fixed on the sphere's projection.

Lily stares at the Aphrodite figurine in her hand. I'd left it in my room, but I guess she found it when she went looking for her dagger. She's on border patrol, it seems, next to Thalia's tree. Connor Stoll is with her. 

"Hey," he nudges her arm. "Don't you need like a whole deck of cards to play with that?"

Lily puts the item in her pocket. "I'm not playing."

"What's on your mind?" Connor asks, then looks away wincing. "Never mind."

The girl stares ahead. "Do you think she's okay?"

"The last thing we heard was that she was slaying sea monsters," he grins. "I think she's having a ball."

Lily pulls out her dagger and plays with it. "But the Roman tropes are coming—and she's not here to send them away."

"Quests are more important, Lily," he tries to reason. "And it's her brother we're talking about. I mean, you have to remember he and Annabeth are her oldest friendships in camp—"

"I'm not talking about stupid friendships," she snaps. "She made an oath. That's what this is about."

Connor frowns. "To you?"

She stabs the ground and glares at it. "Didn't even try to take me along..."

"Because there was no way that'd—"

"I know!" Lily stands up. "It's not about that either!" The girl huffs before continuing. She seizes the Aphrodite figurine again. "Do you remember... people used to like her from the get-go? She could make a crowd welcome her in with open arms. I know she has charmspeak, but there used to be something else—she made me believe there was hope out there for us. Now she..."

Lily hands Connor the figurine and sits down, gazing wistfully at the small statue.

"She was pure sunshine. You know what I mean."

Connor seems uncomfortable, he puts the figure in his pocket and gets up, then offers his hand to Lily. "C'mon, you have to join Grover and Rachel for the meeting with the Roman kids."

Lily groans, but she takes his hand anyway. I get to see their matching soul lights immediately after. "Do I have to?"

"We respond to you while Ara is gone," he smiles. "And we all know you've always been in charge of the diplomacy, anyway."

Ara opens her eyes at once, almost falling off her chair. She'd fallen asleep on the worktable while trying—and failing—to read.

"Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?"

She turns and spots Jason and Leo, her boyfriend has been napping in one corner of the engine room hugging the statue in Athena's hand. Ara straightens her posture and rubs her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Leo pushes a tangled blanket off his lap. "We were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?"

"We made it through the mountains," Jason announces. "We're almost to Bologna. You should join us in the mess hall. Nico has new information."

"Oh, goody," Ara mutters, pushing the hair out of her face and closing her book. "Nico wants to talk..."

Jason frowns. "Can we get through a meeting without you two fighting?"

Ara thinks of what she saw in her dream, and her annoyance shifts into shame. "Fine, I'll sit away from him."

Once they're left alone, Leo and Ara speak simultaneously. "I had a bad dream."

Ara raises a brow. "That's why you were cuddling Nike?"

"Don't worry, she was a one-night thing," Leo approaches her worktable. "But please, tell me yours didn't have Janus again? That would make mine worse."

"What? No, it was a different type of dream," she replies, eyeing him intently. "What was yours?"

"It was a lady and she was like, offering me two different types of death," he shrugs, trying to remember. "Said something about a maze..."

Ara's stomach twists in dread. "No, that was not related to my dream, but it sounds bad. You don't want to find yourself in a maze ever, Leo. They suck."

"Geez, sunshine, stop trying to cheer me up," he sulks.

"Sorry," she tries again, Lily's words tormenting her. "Perhaps Nico has something useful for a change. And uh... is Hazel..?"

"She came back. I came here to let you know but it felt wrong to wake you, so I took a nap instead."

Despite everything, Ara smiles. "You took a nap where your girlfriend was... just at the opposite corner of the room?"

"Your bench isn't large enough for the two of us."

"Nothing to do with avoiding all physical contact with me, right?"

Leo's nose starts to steam. "Whaat? Baby, you know I can't live without you!" Ara crosses her arms and stares at him, so he caves. "Listen, can't blame a guy for feeling awkward, okay?"

"About what?"

"Your brother and oldest friend falling straight to hell because of what I did."

"It sounds terrible that way," she frowns. 

"When you bravely tried to lighten our burden by closing the Doors of Death alone but ended up getting your friends in trouble," he raises a brow, being heavily sarcastic. "Better?"

The girl sighs. "If it means anything... I would've been really sorry about not giving you a goodbye kiss."

Leo's voice contains a bit of amusement. "That's as close as you can get to an apology?"

"I won't say I'm glad it was my brother and Annabeth instead," she complains.

"That's not what I want to hear either."

"What do you want?" Ara leans closer, almost begging.

The boy holds her by the shoulders, playfully shaking her. "I don't want anything, Arae! Stop trying to fix it!"

"That's rich coming from you!" She huffs, pushing his hands away.

Leo smirks, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. "It is, isn't it? Come on, we shouldn't keep Nico waiting. That'll only give him more reasons to talk shit about you."

"He'll do it anyway," Ara mumbles, letting him guide her out of the engine room.

"I know, honey, I know," he replies in a mushy voice. "You are so strong for putting up with that."

"Shut up."

"My brave little angel..."

"I mean it!"

"The gods's strongest warrior—"

Ara tries to elbow him but Leo dodges her, escaping with a devilish laugh.

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Scott held his backpack close, unlike his twin, Scott was not outgoing and he hated people.

Jackson had made friends immediately with a guy named Danny and Danny's friends, twins Aiden and Ethan. The twins looked at Scott like he was dirt but Danny was nice.

He sighed to himself and pulled out his phone, the move had taken him away from his only friends Garrett and Violet, the pair weren't exactly liked by his dads

Garrett had texted several texts filled with cussing at Derek and Violet sent a gif of some Marvel character crying.

He sighed and put his phone away, he completely understood why his parents wanted to stay in Smallville, it didn't mean Scott had to like it though

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Stiles stormed into the Daily Planet, slamming Chris Argent's office door open. "You changed my story!" He slammed the newspaper on his desk.

"You called me a vampire"

"How about this, you're a fucking asshole who fired my husband and I quit!" Stiles yelled, grabbing his things and stomping away.

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Allison stumbled through Smallville, not even looking at all the concerned or leery looks at her. Her skinny figure and scrubs made her look like an escaped hospital patient

To say she didn't even care would be an understatement. She broke into a nearby empty store and got changed. The clothes barely fit her small frame. She saw a bow and arrows and paused.

They weren't too unlike the weapons she trained with on Krypton, Kal.....Kal giggling for her victories.

She let out a muffled sob and grabbed the weapons. Walking around aimlessly through the town, coming across a school of sorts.

"What the hell is a Kal-El?" A teenager asked rudely. Allison saw red and notched an arrow.

How dare this boy insult her cousin like that! Her cousin who died before he ever got to live.

"Jackson" A man sighed, Allison let the arrow fly and the man pulled him back roughly. "Run!"

She growled. "We're being hunted now?!" Derek didn't even bother to answer, engaging in a fight

The pair were evenly matched, as if they were trained by the same person. Derek shoved her against the lockers and almost let his heat vision go but froze in place.

"Allison?" His voice cracked. She responded by breaking his arm. Derek collapsed to the ground in pain and tried to crawl away to his son.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Allison pulled him back and rolled him over roughly, eyes red.

"Kal" He croaked out. "How do you know that name?!" "It's his name!" Jackson yelled.

Allison froze this time, eyes returning to their normal hazel. "Kal?" She pulled him into her arms. He groaned a bit but nodded.

"You're.... you're so big" She tried to joke but even the circumstances a tear fell down her face.

Derek laughed anyways. Allison flew off with her cousin. Jackson cursed and drove home. "Where's your father?" Stiles asked, looking panicked.

Before Jackson could even breathe, the woman landed in front of the house, Derek still in her grasp. It was a little weird to see his father being held like a child by a woman smaller than him.

She set Derek down, Stiles running to his husband and kissing him before looking at the woman with suspicion.

"Guys, this is your second cousin, Allison Zor El"

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The Cursed Canary Learns the Truth

Secret Life Season 6 Spoilers!!

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Summary: Jimmy never knew what happened to bodies after someone losing their final life. A strange glitch allows him to finally know.

If Jimmy broke his curse, I had to write this, just for angst to conflict with the excitement of surviving. So when it happened here… well, Lizzie dying in the void wasn’t going to stop me.

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Jimmy can’t help but be ecstatic at the canon shot, after learning what it mean. He live, he lived!

Of course, he’s devastated over Lizzie’s death, she’s his sister after all, but the excitement over not being the first one out clouds over it for now.

He can’t help but cheer, the curse is finally broken! He’s going to live now, can survive!

Jimmy falters when he sees a message from Scott, confusion piercing through his excitement a little.

Smajor1995: Lizzie fell into the void, but something glitched out.

He can’t continue his excitement still, but he heads to spawn anyways, curiosity winning out. When he arrives, he sees Joel on his knees, shaking as he holds something close to him.

“What’s going on?” Jimmy murmurs, equal parts confused and ecstatic still.

Scott looks over at him, “Whatever is in charge here took Lizzie from the voice.” He looks back down at Joel, “I don’t know if it’s normal or not, no one’s died to the void or not.”

Jimmy slowly walks close, horror slowly spreading through him, cutting through all other emotion. There, cradled in Joel’s arms, is Lizzie, body completely limp.

What’s even more horrifying is the creeping marks of the void crawling up her arms and legs. It looks like it’s consuming her.

“W-what?” Jimmy mumbles, voice shaking, unable to say anything else.

He glances at Scott to see realization shift into his eyes, “You don’t know. When someone loses their final life, their body still sticks around, just like this.”

Jimmy’s eyes flicker down to Lizzie, “This- this always happens?”

Scott nods, voice quiet and filled with something Jimmy can’t place, “Every time.”

Jimmy doesn’t know how to respond to that, horror the only emotion on his mind as he stares down at Lizzie, watching Joel cry as he mourns her. He doesn’t even notice others when they arrive.

He can’t imagine how it would be like to be the last one, surrounded by the bodies of everyone.

[prince-simon]

AIGHT I thought DBD was gonna be a fun lil show. You have: two dead boys with AMAZING chemistry (I LOVE their different accents/slangs/outfits to reflect the times they're from), two living girls with AMAZING chemistry (deadass thought Crystal saw the lights around Niko because maybe she liked herrrrr and the lights were psychic related instead of LITERAL SPRITE INFESTATION), two wildly horny demons who I believe need to get it on and leave Crystal and Edwin alone please and thank you (David and the Cat King), TALKING CATS, a witch cosplaying as Cruella de Ville (I thought she was MURDERING her poor bird Monty!!!!), the cutest adorable most precious little astrology nerd I've EVER SEEN (the aforementioned Monty who wasn't a victim of animal abuse after all), a cursed walrus (still salty Edwin interrupted Tragic Mike's story of how he was cursed, I was INVESTED) OH AND A SUPERHOT BUTCHER LADY!!

ANYWAY this show was supposed to be fun. I watch Supernatural and yeah there were scary episodes but I can't think of anything as traumatic as the Devlin House episode! 😭 Just... watching the dad murder his poor family over and over was awful, seeing how affected Charles was broke my heart, the dad having a secret room to spy on his family was creepy and disturbing and OH MY FUCKING GOD?!?! THAT MISERY WRAITH?!?! I ALMOST THREW UP!! I NEARLY DIED!!! ABSOLUTELY AWFUL TERRIFYING 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND I NEVER WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN!!!!!

I can't wait to watch more DBD tonight!

PS sorry for the essay

okay okay first of all. i'm so excited about this ask. don't apologise haha i've got things to say!!! (i hopeee i'm not spoilering you for anything with this longgg reply lol)

the chemistry between all of them is soooo insane i'm so happy about it!! and yeah lol i think the entire fandom thought it was gay lights for crystal and niko lmao (and you know what? just bc it was parasitic lights who's to say it's not ALSO gay!! sksk i was spoilered about this particular thing before i watched the show and when i saw that scene i STILL thought it was gay lol

sksk thank you for clarifying that by demons you mean david and the cat king bc i was like ??? david and edwin's demon??? interesting take but sure. let's go with it slfjsldfj but yeah calling the cat king a demon works too lmaooo i just love how pathetic the cat king is kssksk

the talking cats are sooo iconic hahaha

omg i totally thought esther was killing monty too. when i first watched it i did a bit of a live reaction with friends and i literally was like noooo not monty!!! he doesn't deserve it!!! i was FLOORED when he turned human skjdflsj in general esther is such a good villain. like i fucking hate her so so so much but man. i LOVE to hate her she just steals every scene she's in ("ouch my ghost skin" lives rent free in my head tbh)

SUPERHOT BUTCHER LADY yesss i love jenny so much. her "oh my fuck" cracks me up every time. fun fact before i watched the show and only saw stuff on tumblr i thought she was gonna be the bad guy sksksk

the show is so camp one second and then soooo devastating the next!!! the devlin house absolutely broke me!! fun fact- or actually not fun at all, idk if you noticed but when the camera is on charles when they're watching the murder happen, you can hear him begging his father to stop hurting him in the background. also another not so fun fact i was listening to jayden revri's charles playlist and the song that's playing in that episode is on there and when it came on i literally had to skip it after a couple seconds bc it triggered me sooo much lmfao but yeah omg don't get me started on the misery wraith!!! the first time i watched it, i was binging and i'd started pretty late already so when i got to that episode it was already dark and i was supposed to go to bed soon and i literally had to cover my screen bc i usually can't do horror at all!! so i was like nopenopenope this isn't happening nope

enjoy the rest of your watch and you're always welcome in my inbox for more yelling!!

[hepaidattention]

okay so I'm actually so confused by the last episode of Nancy Drew

like Ace didn't die or almost die, the curse seemed to trade to Nancy. But Nancy didn't die either - and her death was very different from the death that the curse originally implied. Ace and Nancy had weeks and then Ace died of earthly things, Nancy immediately just fell to the floor without any real cause.

I guess I'm just confused how that worked. My only conclusion is Temperance made Ace's death a lot more painful and dramatic with Nancy's hallucination to bring on more pain. Get her to be in love and happy for a little bit only to strip it away from her, and Temperance hitting Nancy's car and killing Ace was more of metaphorical to imply that the moment they acted on their feelings she would immediately kill him. And then I guess I would assume when they tried to get rid of the curse it more just kinda reversed it, since the flowers ended up being moths, so the spell was faulty.

however the doll never broke, so if they got more flowers they could do it again and it would probably work. ALSO, Nancy not dying is weird, because it implies that they got away with it??

like does that mean if Nancy kissed Ace (without trying to even stop the curse) and he started to die, but they brought him to the doctor and he made it out alive, wouldn't that be it??? or would he just almost die every time they kissed until eventually the doctors weren't fast enough?? I just don't understand the logic like how did Nancy survive and yet they all are like "yes well the curse is still very active." like it's a death curse and yet Nancy and Ace are not dead.

anyway those are my thoughts for today. I feel like the writers would've made more sense if they did a thing where now whenever Ace is close to Nancy it would start to activate the curse again, so they couldn't be together because of close proximity. or something like that.

I WILL say that it would go very AGAINST Ace's character if he saw Nancy almost die and not back out. Obviously he didn't care when he was at risk but the moment he saw Nancy could die, its very like Ace to sacrifice happiness and love for Nancy to live. I think, just like Nancy, it has to take him some time. Nancy took months apart from Ace before she realized she couldn't do it anymore.

I just don't understand the curse 😂 the logic is just not adding up. like she almost died but modern medicine cured her, shouldn't that be it?? obviously not because when would it ever be that easy but I just don't understand

[dojapat]

Kirara Rising Chapter 10

I continued my march to certain death. I used Maki’s blade to slice low grade curses as I made my way to the chapel. I encountered a small curse that was an eyeball with legs. I knew a sorcerer that could kill a curse by only raising a single arm. I dramatically waved my arm the same way he did to no result.

“Damn, guess I’ll never get to do that,” I sighed as I raised my dulled blade, chopping the curse in two. When a curse dies it dissipates in a cloud of black smoke. I wondered how the domain’s master was going to kill me.

The barrier only became more obviously twisted as I went deeper and deeper into the center although it was hard to tell because of a fog slowly setting in and getting thicker. I then heard disembodied voices whispering in my ear. It was two voices, a man and a woman talking in unison. The male voice was deep and scratchy while the female voice sounded like a mother sweetly reading her child a bedtime story.

‘Why are you marching to the chapel? Don’t you know a strong curse is in there?’

“It’s my only option. You’ll manipulate the area to take me there anyway so why should I run away like a punk.”

‘So gallant…,’ the voice said, mocking my weakness.

Suddenly the fog was lifted, revealing the chapel.

I stood staunch and tall. I could feel the bags under my eyes dragging my face down with them. I had many thoughts as I was standing before the chapel where I was sure I’d die. I wondered if my mom was still asleep and what she had for dinner. I thought about how I haven’t texted her in a while.

I looked at the chapel. A very unassuming building. A small staircase with velvety red steps caked in dirt led to the chapel covered in chipped white paint and graffiti, complimented by unpainted wood trimmings. The stained glass windows were busted and the remains of what was once a mural of a dove lingered at my feet.

‘I hope Ichiji is getting rest. I hope Gojo lets him have a vacation soon. Will Maki be mad I broke her blade? What’s Maki gonna say when she finds out I died? Inumaki will probably say ‘bonito flakes’ or something. I wonder if Kin has gone to bed yet.’

‘Did Kin mean everything he said. It doesn’t matter now. There was no more time for final thoughts. My actions are all I have left.’

I was at the top of the stairs and entered the chapel through the door. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t anything. I felt Kin’s lipstick press against my leg from my pocket.

“I love you, Kin,” I whispered to myself, “I hope my memory is your curse.”

“Talking to yourself is a bad habit,” the curse murmured.

I had no response.

I stood facing the curse. My resolve showed in my straight spin. My fearlessness in my no longer hunched neck.

There was a row of desecrated pews covered in wood rot and mold on their fabric seats. The ceiling was high and held up by cracked walls being slowly being retaken by the earth’s moss. At the end of the chapel there were three carpeted steps that led to the pulpit where the murdered bride and groom were supposed to be married. There stood the curse.

It was garbed in a tattered and dirty costume. It was a black robe made of the same material as a tuxedo. The robe was shabbily tied off by a red sash that only tightened around the waist and let everything else drape off his body, revealing scarred ribs identical to the groom murdered in the chapel. A pronounced white lacy collar stiffly stood behind the curses neck. The inside of its robe was made of the same material and it was visible from the flared bottom that folded together near the curse’s groin. It opened its arms to show off its long flowy sleeves that were baggy like a monk's robe.

It was a skeletal monster covered in ripped blood vessels and scattered patches of muscle. Its face, if you can even call it that, was a visible skull covered in small, infected skin patches. While it’s left eye socket was empty it had an eye to the right that was blood shot with a milky iris. It sloshed around his head floating imperfectly in its enlarged socket. The curse had no mouth or jaw making its skull one solid chunk of bone. The most intriguing part of this curse’s head was a gold ring missing a chunk from the center making them look like lob-sided horns.

“Such a scary look in your starry eyes,” the curse hummed, “My name is Usoai, what is yours sorcerer?”

“Kirara Hoshi,” I said from my gut.

“What a beautiful boy. I’ll enjoy ripping those pretty eyes out of your head.”

I reached into my pocket to grab Kin’s lipstick. While maintaining eye contact with Usoai, I steadily applied the jet black wax to my lips.

I flicked the lipstick tube to the ground and held Maki’s blade tight.

“Just try me, mother fucker.”