#I scream into the void and if it answers I'll only see it on a recent post idgaf

[mintytrifecta]

I've gotten to the point of social media posting where I don't even register to do it for recognition I haven't checked my notes in like over two months

[lizardsfromspace]

We still think of celebrity callout posts as these sprawling documents with link after link, but increasingly, they involve no citations or links at all. Just people asking "is [name] a bad person?", being told "yes", and saying, wow, I'll make sure not to support them anymore. Which is excusable if they know each other, but people will just ask the screaming void of the internet "can you decide if this person is evil or not for me?" and then accept the yes/no answer they get unquestioningly

This makes it difficult to find The Proof, since it's so often a trail of vagueposts about someone's vagueposts of a discourse they witnessed second hand, and when you get to the source, it's often just embarrassing. "Everyone is doing this" gradually turning into "some people are doing this" until you discover the whole furor was sparked by...some random person's tweet with one or two likes. Days of rage based on something very few people, including most of the people angry about it, ever saw. That's part of why people have gone complete citationless, but also let's face it, when people with a deep parasocial hatred of a celebrity look into them and don't discover anything, they didn't go "ah well, nothing to see here". They would make shit up or take minor incidents out of context to make up a narrative anyway. Fully removing the sourcing and making it purely about vibes really streamlines the process

But I think it's more fundamental since in my experience - both personal and witnessed - people who do this genuinely just seem confused when people ask for sources. They get hostile to the idea that people won't just accept that someone's an irredeemable monster off being told they are with no elaboration. It's nice to think people are so trusting they've naively forgotten that, y'know, people can lie or be wrong, but really, they know, they just don't care. Because these people by and large don't have any real beliefs beyond Disliking The Same Famous Person, and will accept anything said about them into their mythology, and only spend time in a circle of other people obsessed with the same person & don't realize no one knows the mythology but them, and so don't really get why you'd ask for a single citation. What, do you support them? You monster. You're supposed to hear that, yes, they are evil, and then spend time in a bubble of constant dislike of them, where you commiserate with the other obsessive stalkers about how awful it is that pop singers are mad when you obsessively stalk them

[lokisprettygirl]

Light into the Darkness (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (18+) (70s AU)

Read Chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary : You try to learn more about Eric's past.

Warning: 18+, Sex, Verbal degradation, blood drinking, menstrual sex, oral during menstruation, Reader is depressed, blood kink, smut, reader has plethora of insecurities, she's passively suicidal, she's in her thirties (for some of you that's a warning I guess), when I say alternate universe i mean it

You didn't know what to say, you didn't even understand whether he was being truthful or not. Did he really scream into the void for help just the way you did? Did he really summon someone the way you summoned him?

“Somebody came for you?”

You asked him so he gave you a smile. He truly wished he could have told you everything but then he couldn't have, he was bound by the curse.

“Somebody did. Yes”

“Who?” you asked as the curiosity peaked.

“I can't answer any more questions” you sighed, you should have anticipated it. He kept to himself more than he shared with you.

“Well then I can't trust you Eric, you have already hurt me enough with your lies” you raised your voice again as you spoke, feeling frustrated by the secrecy.

“I understand. If you want me to leave i will leave”

“What happens after that huh? You'll just disappear? What happens to the bond?”

“We will be bonded until the death frees our soul from each other”

“So I'll literally have to die..like Susan brown and others to get rid of you?” you chuckled, your words were harsh than you intended them to be, they pricked his heart but he didn't let it show.

“I'm afraid that is the only way”

“And then what? You'll be all pretty again.. looking for your new victim until history repeats itself??”

Eric didn’t flinch at your venom, though your words cut deeper than any blade could. He looked at you quietly, his eyes hollow.

“I didn’t choose you,” he replied, his voice low “Fate did. I only wake when someone cries loud enough for something the world can’t give them. Something… I once begged for too.”

You wanted to stay angry. You needed to. But his words crawled under your skin, you were angry but you didn't want him to leave, even his scarred skin and bald head didn't make you want him any less. A part of you ached to make him sit down and take care of him, to tell him that he wasn't hideous or ugly, that it didn't change how you felt for him but all the secrets he has been keeping made him untrustworthy.

“Did you feel anything for them? Any of them?” you asked, voice becoming less angry and more somber.

Eric’s gaze dropped, and for a long moment, he said nothing. When he finally spoke, his voice was nearly a whisper.

“I tried not to,” he said “It made it easier when I was no longer pretty and they started to look at me like I was something they needed to run from”

“So you didn’t love them?”

“I didn’t let myself love them, the first time I woke up I was still grieving Evelyn, with Charlotte I did make an attempt but it was futile, the moment she saw me like this she screamed, I learned my lesson” he said, meeting his eyes to yours again.

“And it's the same with me isn't it?” you asked, heart pounding in your chest.

“I have never had this conversation with any of them before. What does that tell you?” you turned your face away at his words, ashamed of the way that stirred something in you.

“I’m not strong enough for this,” you said. “I’m not some saint. I get scared. I get cruel”

“I don’t need a saint,” he said gently. “I need someone who sees me. Who wants to see me, even when I'm not worth looking at”

You glanced at him, and for the first time, you noticed how the last remnants of his former beauty were slipping away. The sharp cheekbones had begun to hollow. He didn't look like the man who had emerged from the dark that first night but his eyes were the same, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you was the same.

“I don't want your memories to haunt me the rest of my miserable life..” you said as you sat down on the bed, feeling exhausted “But I need some space”

He nodded before he disappeared like he always did. As he left you took a deep breath and laid down on the bed, you should have felt some sort of relief but the moment his scent evaporated from your surroundings, the longing for him set in.

Space ..that's what you had asked for but without him you didn't even know how to fall asleep. You knew it won't be easy moving forward with him. Were you really willing to live such a life? Have a creature like him stay bound to you forever?

How long will he be able to survive if you don't feed him your blood? Will he go back to the darkness if you ask him to leave?

The thought of not being able to ever see him again hurt you in an indescribable way.

You tried to distract yourself, spending the day at the hospital, going out for a movie, reading whenever you were alone but none of it brought you peace or comfort you desperately seeked.

Maybe this was how it was for Susan brown..maybe he was being truthful when he said that it wasn't him haunting her but his memories, his touch.

On the third night when you were done torturing yourself you lit up a single candle and placed it on the nightstand to let him know that you missed him.

The flame flickered from the slight breeze that was coming from the open window, casting long shadows in every corner of the room. You pulled your knees to your chest, eye closed, chin tucked down as you waited for him to appear.

And he did, quietly, the first thing you noticed was his scent. As you opened your eyes you saw him standing in the corner of the room, like a scared child who was afraid of being shunned. His posture was so different from the confident suave man he used to be, he looked fragile now. As you looked at his face you noticed how those scars had now covered his face completely, erasing every bit of the beauty you were accustomed to.

He was skinnier too, eyes appearing even larger as they bulged out. His vintage clothes were now torn and tattered too.

You tapped the side of the bed, to gesture at him to sit, he looked at you hesitantly as if he misread your invitation but then you gave him a small smile so he stepped forward, pulling himself out of the shadows of the corner, he sat down at the edge of the bed.

“You lit up a candle for me” he spoke, his voice was still the same.

“I did.. I missed you”

He let out a shuddering breath at the admission, a part of him not wanting to believe that you missed him after seeing him like this. He finally turned his head to look at you, you crawled on your knees and scooted closer to him, as you placed your arm on his shoulder he flinched a little bit he didn't pull away.

You finally reached to cup his cheeks, his skin rough beneath your touch but he felt it, he trembled. To your surprise his monstrous form somehow reacted more humanly than his perfect self ever did. Maybe it was because he was no longer hiding the truth from you.

“You must be starving” you murmured as you scooted even closer to him, the candle light casted warm yellow halo around your faces, softening even his sharp features.

It would take some getting used to, staring at this changed face of his but you didn't really feel any different than you did before, his skin has changed but he hadn't.

“Why do you still want me?” he asked in a manner as if he didn't believe it.

“Would you discard me if I lose it all tomorrow? Every physical thing of mine that you find sensuous..if tomorrow it's all gone .. would you leave me?”

He gulped as you questioned him, trying to find the insincerity in your words but he couldn't.

You knew he was capable of loving, he loved someone so much he screamed into the darkness to bring her back, he cried for her every night, now you knew that he wasn't just a creature of the night, he was a man once, a man who loved deeply, he had a heart and you wanted to reach for it.

His fingers wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer,

“Do you want to extinguish the candle? In the dark you can pretend I still am pretty”

Your heart clenched at that, not for what he’d become but for how deeply he mourned the loss of his beauty, as though it were the only part of him ever worth adoring.

Perhaps that's how he has been made to feel before.

“No more pretense Eric” you mumbled, voice firm but soft at the same time. He pulled you closer, his lips brushed over your neck

“Did you truly miss me?” he asked as his fangs grazed over your skin

“I did..I don't want to lose you” you murmured softly, fingers caressing his nape.

“I missed you, little flame”

He said before he sunk his teeth in your flesh, a moan escaped your throat as he slowly laid you down underneath, his mouth stayed latched on your neck, your eyes rolled back in your head as the familiar sensation coursed through your body, sharp at first, like the lightning outside but also achingly sweet. Your breath caught, chest rising beneath him as your fingers clutched at his back, feeling the tattered fabric of his shirt.

His hand found yours on the bed, and he threaded your fingers together, grounding himself as if afraid you'd slip away if he wasn't careful.

“Eric,” you gasped, the name trembling on your lips like a spell, and he groaned in response, low, guttural, laced with hunger and something he didn't want to name yet.

Too soon.. you could still change your mind, you could still turn when he gets more hideous.

That night he drank each drop of your blood as if it was a gift he didn't deserve.

When he finally pulled back, breath ragged, lips wet with crimson, he looked down at you—not like a monster sated, but like a man who had just remembered what it was like to feel again.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” he murmured. “Not now. Not after this. You truly are an enigma” he murmured, eyes flicking as if he was trying to memorize your face before dawn would steal you away from him for hours..

You let your fingers trace along his jaw. He flinched at first, instinctively, but then leaned into your touch like a wounded animal finally letting itself be comforted.

Pressing your head up you planted a soft kiss on his lips before you pulled away, you could tell he was surprised by your action, he really did put all his worth in his looks and that saddened you but you didn't blame him for it either if those women let go of him when he changed.

“What was she like?” You asked him as he curled next to you, his chest pressed against your back, he rode your dress up before pulling your underwear to the side, you gasped loudly as he entered your wet cunt in one quick motion..

“Who?” He asked

“Evelyn? Your lover”

He stilled inside you for a moment,he still had memories of her but with time he had learned to block them out of his mind.

“She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl in our village”

“Mmm makes sense..you must be the most beautiful too”

“I wasn't..I was one of the ordinaries”

Your breath hitched as he began to thrust, slowly and deliberately.

“I don't believe you”

“You should, i hide the truth, but i never lie to you..never have”

“So you chose to become this for her? Because you wanted to save her from dying? Be with her forever” He hummed in your ear as you questioned him.

His thrusts never stopping

“And she denied?”

“She was scared of me, of what I had become, of what I wanted to make of her, she feared I had made a deal with the devil, she didn't want to be condemned by the gods”

You hummed as he finished speaking, you did understand her plight but you couldn't help but wonder if she knew that he'd be doomed to be alone for all eternity? Would she have changed her mind if she knew?

You didn't ask more questions because you knew he wouldn't answer them.

A moment later he pulled out of you, flipped you on your back and then entered you again, his pace fast and quick now as if he couldn't wait to combust in you.

You stared into his eyes as he moved on top of you but he avoided eye contact unlike before, so you grabbed his cheeks and kept his eyes on yours while he ruined you slowly.

You could get used to this you thought, sure you'd miss his beautiful face at times but when he was this close to you, you felt the same as you used to, he still pleased you in ways you had never been pleased before. And he cared about you, that much you knew.

*******

At the hospital next morning, Mr. Rogers’s lawyer connected with you. He told you that while making his will his client had expressed that he needed you to keep the store running, in case he would ever fall sick or get in an accident.

“Wait, he wants me to keep it up?”

You asked him, just to make sure you hadn't misheard him. If that's what he wanted to be done you weren't going to disappoint him. Besides you wanted him to wake up and find his store up and running as well and you'd not have to stay home all day long either.

When you picked up the keys from his house it had already been late in the afternoon so you decided to open the store from tomorrow instead. Weather was getting bad too, the forecast said it would storm all night long so you wanted to get back home before you'd be stuck somewhere.

By the time you reached the building it was already dark and the power was out in your area due to the heavy winds and rain. The elevator wasn't working either so you took the stairs.

As you reached the first floor, there was someone standing in front of the elevator, it was the same man you had been seeing, the one with the top hat and five piece suit, the one who left the notes for you. His silhouette was strong as the only light coming into the building was from the window at the end of the corridor.

He stood completely still, not moving at all. You wanted to confront him but the way he just stood there in the dark, with his back facing you, not moving an inch sent the shiver down your spine.

You quickly inched up the stairs, as you reached the top you looked behind to see if you were being followed and there he was at the end of the lower staircase, standing still with his back against you.

That's when you ran, you ran so fast until you reached the fourth floor. Who was he? What did he want from you?

You kept looking over your shoulders to see if he was following you but as you reached near your apartment you saw him standing right in front of your door, he was still not facing you and you didn't know if that was a relief or not.

“Look whoever you are ..i have a-” before you could finish whatever threat you were conjuring up he spoke and cut you off

“Fell right into his trap didn't you?”

You froze as he spoke, his voice calm but robotic, it didn't sound human, it reminded you of the entity that appeared the night after you had screamed into the darkness. Rain splashed heavily against the corridor window, you parked your ears up to listen to the noises coming from your neighbours apartments but all you heard was silence..

And this man.. he still hasn’t turned to face you. He just stood there. Silent.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt in that moment.

“I thought you were smarter than the rest,” he said, almost disappointed. “But I suppose beauty makes fools of all of us”

Your stomach twisted as he said that.

“Do you even know what he is?” the man continued, there was so much contempt in his voice as he spoke . “What has he done? You think this is some tragic romance?” He let out a laugh “You’re just another link in his chain. Another to cry out for help, another to nourish him, another to warm his bed, and when the time comes…” He finally shifted. Not fully turning, just angling his head enough for you to see the side of his face “He’ll let the monster out. And you’ll be next”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest.

“He doesn’t love you” the man said softly, almost kindly “He can’t. He only wants to be loved enough to forget what he is” He turned suddenly and took a step toward you so you stepped back instinctively. “And when you finally see him for what he truly becomes... you will run. They always do.”

With that he ran towards you, you fell down on the floor screaming, waiting for the impact, waiting for him to hurt you but you felt nothing at all.

When you opened your eyes, the woman that lived next door to you was staring at you but she didn't ask a question, she just shut the door when she realised you weren't hurt.

You were left staring at your door, the sound of your blood thundering in your ears.

By the time you got inside, your hands were still shaking. You locked the door behind you and leaned against it, your hand reached for the light before you realised the power was out.

“Ohh god oh god” you murmured under your breath as you looked for a candle in the drawer of the dresser.

A part of you feared he'd come back.

You couldn't even understand what he was trying to do, was he really warning you or was it something else?

You didn't find a candle in the dresser so you moved to the kitchen, the lightning outside casted an eerie glow inside your apartment every other second..

Once you found one you immediately lit it up, placing your palms down on the you stared at the flickering flame. The kitchen felt too quiet, like the walls were holding their breath as well. Each gust of wind outside made the windows shudder, and every creak in the floorboards set your nerves on edge.

And you had just gotten your breathing under control when an arm sneaked around your waist, the shriek that you let out was that of a woman being murdered, palm wrapped over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“Shhh.. it's just me” he whispered, his voice almost cooey in your ear. It was just Eric. Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to calm down eventually .

He was in your head, you knew that, then why hadn't he asked about this strange man ever? He never even asked how you had learned of Susan Brown or who gave you the information about her.

You turned around and stepped away from him.

“Fell right into his trap”

The words were lingering like a doubt in your head.

“There's a man following me around for days” you said to him, just to gauge his reaction but he didn't react as if he already knew. He wasn't surprised at all.

“He can't hurt you until you let him so don't let him poison your mind”

You looked at him, shocked by how calm he seemed

“Excuse me? This man has been following me around, leaving me notes, coming to my house and you're-”

“He's not a man, he came from the same place i did, he can't get to you if you won't allow it”

You didn't know whether to be relieved or scared by the revelation, you knew he wasn't a normal man but you didn't know what to think of him. He acted like he was a well wisher, as if he was looking out for you.

“He said I fell into your trap..what does that mean?” your arms crossed as you questioned him

“I am afraid i can not tell you”

“Then how am I supposed to trust you when you won't even tell me the truth?”

You asked, eyes welling up as you felt the searing pain in your head from all the mess you had gotten yourself into.

“All I can say to comfort you is that I am not going to hurt you..i never meant to”

His voice sounded sincere but you didn't know what to believe anymore.

You grabbed the candle and stormed into your bedroom, you didn't ask him to leave so he stayed lurking in the darkness of your living room, after your bath as you moved into the kitchen to heat up the leftover food from last night he just stared at you.

“Stop staring..it's creepy” you said as you placed your hand on the waist, you could almost see a hint of smile gracing his scarred face. You wanted to lie and tell yourself the sight didn't make your heart warm but it did. It made you want to hold him in your arms.

“I apologise, i tend to do that but you cannot blame me when you look like that”

You rolled your eyes, you were just in your nightgown, nothing special, your lips twitched despite yourself.

“Like what?” you asked, trying to sound annoyed but your voice lacked the bite.

“Soft” he said simply as he approached you “Warm. Alive. Beautiful”

You looked away quickly pretending to fuss with the pot on the stove so he wouldn't see the way your cheeks flushed, the feeling didn't last though. How many times has he been this way with another women?

“Do you ever miss them? Any of those women that once stood in the same place as me?” Eric didn’t answer right away.

You kept your eyes fixed on the pot, waiting. When he finally spoke, his voice was distant, like he had to reach back through all the centuries he had lived just to find the right words.

“I don’t miss them, it might seem cruel but I didn't get to see them this way, in such a human way the way I see you now.. I came into the night and disappeared at dawn” he said quietly so you hummed in response.

“So the woman you bond with has to die first so you could find the next one? Like how you found me after Susan?”

You asked another question, trying to get as much information as you could get out of him.

“I bond for life. The bond ends with their life..i would have stayed forever, she didn't want me to stay after i changed” His jaw tightened as he spoke

You searched his expression, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“They all asked you to leave?” you asked. “Like Susan?”

“Eventually they did” he said. “Some stayed longer, some let me feed in the complete dark, some kept their eyes closed when I touched them so they could envision my face the way it used to be, some needed me to leave immediately but they all wanted me gone. They always reached a point where they couldn’t look at me without revulsion”

His eyes finally met yours as he was done speaking.

“And what am I doing right now, Eric? Am I just going to be another name in your story?”

He stepped closer, slowly and carefully as if to not spook you again

“No. You’re different.”

He stopped inches from you. He brought his hand up to reach for your cheek, his thumb traced over your warm skin.

“What makes me any different from them?” he let out a chuckle as you questioned him

“I see the fear in your eyes, but you haven’t run, you never ask me to leave. You want to understand me. You asked questions. Even when you don’t trust me..you want me to stay close, my little flame”

You hated how much that moved you. Hated how it chipped away at your anger and distrust.

“So when they die..you become pretty again?”

“I do..it does feel good to look into the mirror and see the old face i remembered staring back at myself, but it never lasts, i always change and they always leave” he mumbled somberly. You couldn't even imagine what it must feel like, being rejected over and over again, you had your fair share of rejection and abandonment but not like this.

Not so apparent, not so cruel.

“I don't want to leave”

You admitted, you didn't want him to go, for what reasons you still didn't understand, it wasn't just lust or addiction, it was developing into something more. Something deeper, something you had never felt before, not even for Adam.

Outside, thunder rolled again. The wind howling loud.

After eating you grabbed his arm and took him to the bedroom, no words were said as you laid underneath him and he sunk into you in every way he could, feeding from you, pleasuring you.

“What did you call them? You call me little flame..did you have names for them?”

You asked..not wanting to hear the answer, not really, you feared he'd tell you the truth that he called them all the same name but his answer made your head spin, perhaps you weren't the only one feeling something deeper here.

“I called them by their names. With you I needed something only I could call you. The name only my lips would ever speak..something unique..just the way you are, my little flame”

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[brothermouse]

Sometimes I'll come across an anti Mormon post and I'll get upset, but then I see that the post has, like, zero notes. So out of curiosity I'll check out the poster and see that they've made fifty to a hundred other hate-posts that, added together, have a grand total of one note. Then I realize that this person is not only hateful and bitter, but also alone in their bitterness, screaming their rage into the void and not even being answered but their own echo. I find in that moment that I pity them in their isolation.

I still block and report them, of course, because I don't want that crap on my feed, you know?

[skynight110]

Child Of The Monsters

A monsterverse fic:

You can't remember when it all began. When something changed. Or maybe you could, if you thought deep enough on it. All you knew now though, was that you were alone. Because of them. Because of Him. If only you weren't so young when this all began, perhaps you could have prevented everything; the death of your parents, being one. Being forced to give up your childhood "for the sake of humanity" being another. But alas, nothing could change what has happened, and all you could do now was try and escape this hell that's been built around you, and pray to whatever deity is out there to grace you with luck. Because if they find out, if He finds out.....

The sake of the world, the sake of your life, the sake of every little good thing you've managed to keep, will be at stake.

•••

Hello, hello. I've decided to post my story here on Tumblr just...because lol. You can find it both on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55869871

Or wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/366621677?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=KnockoutRules

Updates will most likely be posted on these two first, and I'll post when I remember to on here. However, to be up to date I'd suggest reading on either of those platforms.

Like on both of those, here is important information that I insist you glance over before reading:

This story is definitely inspired by Screaming into the Voids "Y/n, Child of the Monsters///Platonic!Yandere!Godzilla/Titans x Child/Teen!Reader" on Quotev, I suggest going and checking it out, however it is incomplete and I'm unsure if the writer is still interested in finishing it. With that out of the way, this will be a "yandere" type story, and will have normal Godzilla movie themes in it such as

- death

- canon-typical violence(cmon, it's godzilla, he's going to end up ripping something in half)

- spoilers for the movies(except gxk, I haven't seen it yet)

and themes I've added in. There will be

- "talking" kaiju, however they don't physically speak to humans, rather its an insight into their thoughts/feelings

- mentions/forms of telepathy

I personally headcanon that mothra can "tap" into others, and while she can't speak fluent, she can send emotions or brief thoughts to others that aren't close to her. Godzilla can do similar things, but it takes more focus for him, and it works better through touch. But it doesn't happen very often.

- some forms of experimentation, both on humans and kaiju

I want to make it clear that there is no romance in this, it's purely platonic.

I've tried to align readers age with how the movies are set in time, so here's a quick guide if any of you get confused:

Reader is born in 2009, they are 5 during the events of 2014.

By the events of Kotm, reader is 10.

Gvk, reader is 12, and this is mostly where the story will take place, and continue onwards.

In GxK, reader is 15.

I also won't be adding in much from the comics because I haven't read them, but there's a chance I'll add in some small things that I've managed to find out.

As for plot family wise, as stated your parents don't appear for too long. They ded. But you will have other family members! For my own sake to make it easier for me I'm gonna make reader related to the Russels; Mark being your uncle and Madison being your cousin, simply because of plot wise it makes it easier for me to use them.

If there are any questions, feel free to comment them, I'll do my best to answer them to best of my ability.

ALSO

Fair warning now, even though I like writing, I lose motivation VERY fast. So if I fall of the face of the earth for a bit, don't be surprised. I have stuff to do in my life too, seeing as I'll be graduating next year and need to get my stuff together. If you're worried that I'll be discontinuing this story, just ask in the comments, I promise I'll answer, later or right away. I'm the kind of writer that will have random spouts of motivation in the middle of the night when I'm tired, or in the middle of the day when I'm busy.

But, I will try my best to commit to this, because I really want to write this to give both myself and everyone who finds this a story with the Big G, because there are so few out there.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,794 Words

Summary: The solar eclipse after Solar's death has an energy to it.

Warnings: Character Death, Caps, Cursing, Overworking, Self-Hatred (from Moon, of course), Sleep Deprivation, Blood (minor), Minor Injury, Ghost, Magic, Mind Meld, Soul Bond, Sharing A Body/Brain, Pain, Nausea, let me know if I should add anything else.

Binding And Bonding

Solar woke up in an abyss. Everything around him was darkness. He could see a vague ring of light around him, lighting up the rest of his surroundings decently well. He could vaguely hear something being said into the void around him in a vaguely familiar voice but he was knocked out before he could acknowledge the voice.

-Two And A Half Weeks Earlier-

"I don't wanna go…" Solar muttered, body deteriorating and slowly disintegrating as it collapsed to the floor like his dimension likely was. Moon was quick to grab him and try to keep him steady but it wasn't any use given he couldn't feel his legs anymore.

"You don't have to!" Moon insisted, holding Solar as close as he could, Solar feeling Moon's hands slip through him as he could feel himself fading into an abyss.

"Solar? SOLAR!" Solar could vaguely hear Moon screaming as he went into a void.

-A Week Later-

"Moon, you're pushing yourself. You aren't charging or resting." Eclipse finally broke and snapped at him.

"Maybe I would if I hadn't fucked everything up!" Moon screamed back at him, too stressed to not scream at the inconveniences anymore, too focused on getting Solar back now.

"Moon, you're at a max of five percent." Eclipse reminded him.

"I'll charge when my brother is back." Moon growled venomously, eyes turning to glare that Eclipse dare interrupt him but Eclipse had gotten used to Moon being like this fairly quickly. Eclipse knew Moon would inevitably run himself down and then Eclipse could carry Moon off to bed.

Thankfully, Eclipse got that opportunity sooner rather than later as Moon stumbled and his hand hit a tray, knocking it to the floor with Moon collapsing to the floor as well a few seconds later.

Eclipse went and finally was able to scoop the poor sap up and groan at how heavy Moon was, muttering complaints about how much Moon weighed as he kicked the door to Parts & Service open for him since he was busy carrying Moon.

"You." Ruin caught Eclipse's attention before Eclipse was able to leave.

"Yeah, what about me? Want me to come in there and kill you finally?" Eclipse asked.

"No, actually. I would like you to forget Protocol 87.775.2, actually." Ruin told him and Eclipse tilted his head in question, not really knowing what Ruin was talking about.

"Forget about what?" Eclipse asked.

"Exactly! Good job! Thank you! Be on your way now!" Ruin cheerily told him and Eclipse shook his head and carried Moon up to the daycare and through the portal to the house, sighing seeing Sun's cats practically waiting for Moon, though they hissed as if they hated him anyway, but Eclipse knew the little cretins were pretending they hated Moon.

Eclipse laid Moon on the couch and put a blanket over him for the cats to crawl on top of and purr now that they knew Moon was sleeping. Eclipse chuckled at the little gremlins. They sure loved their uncle, they were purring on his unconscious body.

Eclipse plugged Moon's charging wire into the wall outlet near the couch and left to go figure out what the hell Ruin was talking about, landing at the daycare computer inevitably. It seemed the computer knew everything anyway so he may as well try.

"Nice attempt, but you are not a member of the Celestial Family." The computer told him.

"Nice joke, I actually am. But I came for answers." Eclipse told the machine.

"Whyever would I give you answers?" The computer asked.

"Ruin mentioned a protocol in me, basically asking me to delete it but I don't know what he was talking about. I will let you scan my code if you look for Protocol 87.775.2." Eclipse told the computer.

"…I will agree to these conditions, only because it may serve well for Moon." The computer agreed. Eclipse plugged himself into the computer for it to scan him and just sat back waiting, all he could do was wait. The computer was doing two things at once and it was taking a while.

Eclipse ended up falling asleep for a bit in the computer chair while the computer did its thing. However, the computer also decided to be an alarm for Eclipse as it woke him up with a loud bussing noise through his circuits.

"HEY!" Eclipse jolted awake, pulling out the cord and thoroughly startled by the computer.

"Ah, good, awake. I have found Protocol 87.775.2 as well as scanned your code." The computer told him.

"And you wake me up like your about to try giving me a controlled shock?" Eclipse snapped.

"Yes, I found it amusing." The computer would've laughed if it could, Eclipse could tell.

"Fine, what is the protocol about?" Eclipse asked.

"This protocol entails a means to what Moon has been working on. A way to undo what has been done." Eclipse scoffed at that.

"So that's why he wanted me to get rid of it. I haven't been alone in a room so he couldn't give me an order to try to get me to delete it until today." Eclipse muttered.

"Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult as it works with the essence of an energy." The computer told him.

"Tell me what I have to do."

-One Week & Four Days Later-

Eclipse walked into the room Solar had died in. He had finally made good on getting everything else ready and Sun and Moon were out with Earth and Lunar, watching the solar eclipse on the roof of the PizzaPlex.

Eclipse had chalk, blood, and a dagger. He hated this, it felt so weird. It felt so awkward to probably be the first person Solar sees when he comes back.

"Solar?" Eclipse calls to whatever remained of Solar's energy, which he had attuned himself to over the last week and a half.

"Solar." Eclipse called to Solar again, sitting down in front of where Solar died. He could feel the energy around him swirling as though Solar was trying to tell him he was there still.

"There you are." Eclipse closed his eyes, holding the chalk and drew a circle of runes with his eyes closed, following the images of runes the protocol was feeding him on the back of his eyelids. The circle was around Eclipse himself and the spot Solar died in, interlocking them.

"Solar, I can feel you. God that sounds weird." Eclipse muttered the last half. The energy jolted like it was laughing at him. "Yeah, laugh it up, idiot. Sit with me." Eclipse sighed. He could vaguely see the outline of Solar's energy sit with him.

"Thank you." Eclipse muttered, knowing he had to thank Solar. He hated that he had to. Eclipse cringed as he poured the blood on the inner ring of the rune circle, watching outside as the sky began to go dark.

"I willingly open this connection for Solar." Eclipse stated as the protocol had, cutting open his right hand with the dagger in his left dominant hand. Eclipse could see that the whisp in his vision that was Solar's energy was interested.

"Hold my hand, Solar and only Solar." Eclipse told the energy. The energy seemed to hold his hand and Eclipse sighed at the feeling, relieved Solar was just listening to him, probably out of curiosity rather than genuine willingness.

"I connect what is mine to what is yours. Wire for wire, energy for energy. I share willingly what is mine with you." Eclipse spoke evenly, making sure to read word for word.

"This day is a connection." Eclipse felt the rune light up with light, blazing as the room went completely dark. "I bind us. Mine is yours. under this light, we become connected." Eclipse lost his breath after these words of the spell, making him choke a bit as he could feel Solar's energy binding to his own, coughing to get air as he could feel his mind breaking in half, body feeling aches and pains as Solar's energy was bonding to him.

Eclipse lurched forward, nauseous as he felt Solar's AI blooming into his head, using the broken-off half of Eclipse's mind, their mind? Eclipse didn't know but he was nauseous. Animatronics weren't supposed to get nauseous. He leaned with his hands on the ground, hearing someone screaming. Was that him? Was he screaming? He still had to say the final words and get Solar to say them too.

Eclipse reached his energy into his mind, making Solar take half control with him, each having control of one half of their? body. Eclipse fed the final words into their vision to make Solar say it with him. Once Solar nodded using their head Eclipse nodded back.

"We claim the energy of the solar eclipse given to us." Both of their voices echoed and the pitch-black void of the room glowed with a peace around them, the white ring around them calmly pulsing with their energies. Eclipse finally felt a peace now as he curled up on the ground, trembling with everything that had happened, too overwhelmed to move but he had to finish it. He had to finish this. He fed to Solar in their optics the final step and words.

Solar was the one to drag their body upright again. Eclipse was shivering, Solar was shivering. The room felt cold. Everything felt cold. Solar seemed to have more force than Eclipse, Solar was learning how to share their energy.

"We undo the damage that has been done through false trust." They made sure to echo each other and Eclipse felt a bloom in his chest of the energy they claimed from the solar eclipse above in the sky still, the ring around them, practically burst into a running visual of universes coming back into being, rebuilding themselves, lives being brought back immediately, everything blooming around them in the circle of light like flowers.

Eclipse gave a soft, exhausted chuckle seeing it and seeing the sky begin to get light again. Once the ring around them finished, the warm feeling slowly dissipated and Eclipse and Solar simply collapsed onto the ground, shaking and taking deep breaths.

"Thank you." Solar whispered.

"I know." Eclipse tried to laugh but all that came out was a wheeze.

"Are you okay?" Solar asked.

"I'm exhausted." Eclipse whispered back.

"Well, you gave up your magic to bring everything back, you're probably going to be exhausted for a while." Solar sighed.

"I expect Moon to thank me, you tell him that if you wake up first." Eclipse told Solar before letting himself ease into unconsciousness, giving Solar control for a brief moment before Solar fell asleep too from being brought back and losing a lot of energy himself.

[technically-a-kiwi]

Cosmic AU written story 1: a bad surprise

Above our world and compression,

In a realm beyond space and time, beyond the mortal eye

is a being, wearing the attire of a chef and harboring the colors of the cosmos.

The entity watches over what looks like a star field, an endless sea of worlds, all alone in a room that stretches as far as the eye can see.

He sighs, thinking to himself "how long have I been staring into the void like that? I should have gone back to making pizza by now..."

"Yeah your shift ended like 10 hours ago Italian man ! "

Out of nowhere, another being, wearing the clothes resembling one of a TV host, glimmering in the brightest of ways, behind him is a cape, shifting in the way a flame would, and to complete his look, a thousand dollars smile shinning as bright as the sun, hinting toward his mischievous schemes.

The chef entity jumps, completely startled, and screams

A scream so loud one could hear him from miles away, a scream so loud it could outstage one of an explosion. And with his scream, his body shinned a blinding light, indicating how panicked he is.

The chef entity stops, manages to calm down. Now that he's finally put together, his expression of fear slowly shifts into rage, furiousness that is contained, as to prevent another spectacle of cacophony.

"Noise, per l'amor di Dio, DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME WHEN SO MANY UNIVERSES ARE AROUND ME !" The chef yells in anger

"Can't sneak up on you in your pizzeria, can't sneak up on you in the city, can't sneak up on you in the void. You're being quite picky here Peppino..." The host entity says with rolling eyes

A manic smile grows on the chef, he grabs the host by the collar" I'll make it easier for you then ! Don't sneak up on me, EVER, capeesh ?"

"Oh you're no fun" answers the host.

The chef lets go, and goes back to his own thoughts

The host leaves, not before doing a very rude gesture in the chefs back

"I saw that" says the chef

"Great! I won't have to do it again then!" Says the host, in a taunting, sarcastic tone. He finally leaves the place

The chef sighs in exasperation " I'll forever curse the day I was forced to work with that banana smiled looking creep..."

The End

Hi guys! Kiwi speaking 🥝. As you can see this story was told through text only, after seeing lemonade-pop 's work I got really inspired to try something similar of my own ! Don't worry tho I promise the main arcs of the AU will have some art in their posts ! It will be like a story book where the text is accompanied by a slideshow :D, because due to current events it is absolutely unthinkable to make a complete webcomic serie with the Cosmic AU. But hey I promise those stories will be of quality ✨. Let me know if you like this approach, see ya ✌️.

[nemetonisevilpassiton]

Lydia Martin and Liebestod

this meta was one I didn't think I had to write, but I was losing my temper with the teen wolf reddit [yes, I'm still banned for being a pedant] because to me the answer was super obvious because I understand the literary concept of liebestod and then it occurred to me how are you supposed to know what it is if no one takes the time to explain it.

So, yes, liebestod.

Literary theory steals words and uses them out of usual context to explain something complicated, then other people will use the same word to explain something similar but equally complicated and then everyone agrees on those definitions and people use the word and skate on by.

Liebestod is a great example of this because it has - 4, yep 4, basic definitions which are like a balloon over on a bigger topic.

Liebestod is for those who don't speak German a conjoined noun meaning love-death, what it means in German I don't know but in literary theory it means the following

The belief that the only successor to pure and perfect love is death

the belief that the only way to achieve a pure and perfect love is death

the belief that withou a pure and perfect love the only successor is death

the belief that without death the only successor is the pure and perfect love for the avatar of death

It's fun right, now let's expand it with examples so you can see how it works in practise

After the perfect moment the only way is down and I'll never know it again - see Othello "perdition catch my soul but I do love thee, and if I love thee not chaos is come again". That quote is the example they teach ou because after that line everything falls apart and dies. Its the most famous example so you can see why I saw it.

love is swallowed up by minutae which destroy the love itself, so imagine Romeo and Juliet as middle aged with kids and sniping at each other with spit up and his philandering because life just got in the way and that perfect love couldn't surve reality. So it is pure and perfect because they died before it happened.

Your serial killer narrative. A sociopath creates death because they have nothing else- the tv show hannibal is great for showing two sides of it, because Will Graham approeaches the same outcome from another angle

Deadpool. I swear when ever I do a hardcore literary meta I end up using deadpool as the example. Deadpool, unable to die, is in love with the avatar of death, [so is thanos] she appears to him as a female figure in a robe with a sugar skull and she manipulates him to her own advantage and knows they can never be together but she likes him better than thanos

so which one applies? Lydia is the hint but 4, absolutely 100% 4

all of the characters who have died or cannot die fixate on lydia, all of them, yep, all of the characters who fixate on Lydia die and come back. The exception character who doesn't come back [Valack] is killed by Lydia's scream, but he is seeking an escape from death

Lydia is a character who has one foot in death so you get Peter, who actively protects her from void in s3 and again in s4 [preventing her from going to Mexico], Jackson dies on the lacrosse dield, Stiles dies in the ice baths, Parrish died in Kandahar and was replaced by Garmr, Void snatches her, Jennifer is fascinated by her. The list goes on and they are all excluded by death

so if you find yourself asking "why are all these creepy people fixed on lydia"? the answer is that they're not interested in who she is - but what, they are in love with the avatar of death who happens to be Lydia.

It really is an "oh, of couse, it's liebestod", answer, they were close enough to dying that death is their pure and perfect love but that death happens to be lydia

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Sorry if u have already answered this or this isn’t really ur blog focus but how do u structure and come up with ideas for such good and lengthy analysis?

Do u read and see the shows contents multiple times? Or interact with other fans/ fandom?

And once u have an idea how do u go about it?

— from a small niche fandom blog

I'm honored that you think my stuff is good! As for how I come up with it, well, I'll answer as best I can, but I don't know how useful it will be? If you wanna ask something more specific, feel free!

Most of my posts are responses to asks, so my general process is to read the ask, think about it as I go about my life, and then write a response once I feel like I have my thoughts in order. Then I add the post to my queue so I can reread it at least once before it actually posts to catch any errors and make sure it reads coherently. I usually find the time to do that, though not always.

The posts that aren't asks are just me talking about random things that I can't stop thinking about, so I need to scream into the void to get my brain to move on. Those ideas come from random thoughts, a trend I notice in fanfic, comments/reblogs in my asks, and a whole host of other places. I've got one post in my queue right now that I'm pretty sure was spawned by my latest rewatch of The Good Place, but I can't be sure about that. I don't try to look for post topics, they just come to me.

I don't watch the show over and over. Not really my thing. I've seen all of Miraculous seasons 1 to 3 once and I've seen most of seasons 4 and 5 twice (once subbed, once dubbed). Origins and Oblivio are the only exceptions. They're my favorite episodes, so I think I watched them a few times back before season four aired and my feeling toward the show started to really sour. When I'm pulling quotes, I just rely on my memory and the fan wiki, which has transcripts for all of the English episodes, allowing me to fact check myself. I occasionally pull up a specific episode to check the visuals in a given scene, but that's really rare and I only do it because I have access to the streaming version. If my SO ever cancels Disney+, then I'll be script only.

I read other fan analysis if it crosses my dash, but I don't go looking for it or follow any super active blogs. While I think there are others with valuable input out there, I already spend enough time thinking about Miraculous for my own blog, so I try to focus my energy in other spaces when I'm not managing said blog. I don't like to endlessly scroll on Tumblr and only follow blogs that don't post much to keep from feeling overwhelmed or sucked in.

I started talking about Miraculous on here because I found it genuinely fascinating how badly it was written. I think you could teach an entire class on basic writing principles using Miraculous as a case study because there are so many things it does wrong and failure really is a fantastic teacher. But the analysis I do for Miraculous isn't a skill that's unique to Miraculous. What you see on this blog is my default state. This is just how my brain works. How I engage with the majority of media. When I finish watching or reading something that I didn't like, I want to understand why I didn't like it and how it could be shaped into something I would like.

It's a honed skill. I've been obsessed with story telling since I was a little kid and my parents sort of accidentally started training me on analysis at a young age. Add in years of voracious reading and several excellent English teachers and I'm able to run this blog without too much mental effort. Talking and thinking about writing are legitimately fun for me. This stuff is my "I'm too drained to write" hobby.

None of this makes me some arbiter of quality or means that I understand every point of view about what makes a story good. All it means is that I know enough about writing to be able to clearly articulate why I like or dislike the way a story was told.

I guess that's the one piece of advice I can give. When you find something that bugs you, really think about why. Was it just a matter of taste or is there something more? Does it seem like the flaw is an intentional writing choice or not? Why? What changes could you make to fix the flaw? Can you make those changes without completely rewriting the story? Those are the kinds of fixes I look for first. There are certainly cases where massive change is needed, but looking for small changes will really hone that analytical ability to improve your writing as it forces you to focus on the fine details of the way stories work.

[amethystina]

Pops out from the box I was sorting through. Oh, hello! Anonymous raccoon popping back in to check in. I see that tag …. very funny lol. I’m also very honored! Never thought I’d build myself a whole ask series with raccoon but I’m not complaining. They’re adorable funky fellas anyways too.

Now on to my response. I do really want to say first of all, please please do not feel pressured to respond or reveal personal information that may make you feel uncomfortable! Of course if this is a chance for you to vent/work through things etc, then disregard my words haha, and please continue! I just wanted to make that clear. Because I’m a firm believer that nobody owes anyone an explanation for anything especially for why you’re not updating! I’m not here to nudge and prod in a ‘why aren’t you updating way.’ I’m here to check in, offer support in any I can, and just be a raccoon offering empathy or holding spaces for thoughts. Any thoughts lol.

(Intermission - Is there a character ask limit? I might break it if so, so if necessary this will turn into a multi-post. Sorry! Haha.)

I’m really sorry to hear that so many aspects have been just a shitshow one after another. I’m really glad to hear your wife is doing better — and also hopefully your aunt? even if it’s no news type deal — because god health issues are genuinely horrible. So I’m really glad there’s improvement on that front even if things aren’t perfect, but I’m sending you optimism as well. It seems that both of you are doing for sure what is best for you and downsizing truly can do wonders sometimes for making sure energy remains with you and not on taking care of a big house when you already got no energy. I can only imagine that it might work in y’all’s favor too with having that chance to have more energy to dedicate to spending time together! I’m sorry though because I know that leaving a place you love is always rough. Fingers crossed for comfy apartments in the future!

Alas, the therapist situation resolved itself as you expected. I saw the comment previously on your post about most therapists being CBT adjacent and my god, yeah. I know that it’s actually common that CBT is just not the right method for folks. Therapy methods are so individual specific. It’s good to hear that your therapist at least wasn’t awful but sigh yeah, unfortunate. I’ll still hold out hope that maybe further down the line you find someone who can actually offer more help. But for now — im glad he was at least able to offer you a chance to briefly at least just rant. Screaming into the void is very healthy-

I WILL continue to hold out hope that you can take things easy — but since I can see that you unfortunately most likely won’t be able to — I’m instead going to hold out hope that things improve and that this barreling train of things piling up one after another has a stop soon so you can breathe at least even briefly.

(Intermission 2.0- there’s no limit?? I survived making this one answer??)

Take care of yourself as always and treat yourself if you have to chance to <3

Cherish is, Anonymous Raccoon 😉

Don't worry, I don't talk about my problems until I'm actually ready to do so, at least not publically. Which is why it took me over six months to mention the fact that my wife has been sick and that we'll be selling our house. That was something I needed to keep to myself and only discuss with my closest circle until I had processed and dealt with it as best as possible. I've had lots of practice in figuring out when I can talk to people and in what forums. And there are definitely things I would never mention here in such a public place, mainly because I've learned the hard way to keep my more vulnerable rants in more private spaces. But, when I feel ready, I'll share what I think might be relevant.

And while I know I don't owe people an explanation, it's still beneficial to at least say something. When people ask me why I'm not updating, it's a lot easier to link people to a Tumblr post that details the situation instead of vaguely trying to explain that I'm just not able to post right now. I have a tendency to become more curt and evasive when I feel like I can't explain why I behave the way I do, and so I probably come across as a lot more rude than I intend to. And, again, while I don't owe people anything, I don't like the thought of being rude to them, either.

So yeah. Don't worry about that! It's pretty difficult to make me do something I don't want to do 😆 And thank you for wanting to check in 💜

My aunt is doing better, yes! She'll be celebrating her 60th birthday real soon! So, under the circumstances, I'd say things worked out well 😊

Yeah, I'm going to miss the house, but it's definitely the right choice for us. I do prefer living in a house over an apartment, but this house is just too big. And it's not like I won't have a house later anyway, since I'm set to inherit the old family home on my dad's side. It's located on the island where my family has lived since the late 1800's and I love it so, so much. The house itself is from 1870.

That's taken from the church tower (yes, we have a church in our backyard — just roll with it) at 11 PM. Because the midnight sun doesn't fuck around where I live 😆

(Fun fact for my Who Holds the Devil readers: Whenever I write about Ga On's feelings on being in Yo Han's house — the calm, comfort, and longing — it's this house I'm describing. I'm drawing from my own experiences of what it feels like to have found the one place on earth that will always feel like home)

Anyhow! For now, I'll settle for buying an apartment — one that's closer to my office. Since I've noticed that one of the things that drains my energy is the commute. There's actually an apartment I'd love to buy but I can't yet because the bank won't give me the required loan until we've sold the house. So right now I'm just hoping that no one else will want it and that it'll remain on the market until I can place a bid on it. We'll see!

I'd also like to find a therapist that works for me, but it's somewhat complicated by the fact that not even I know what kind of therapist I need 😂 But yeah. This one did help during the few appointments we had, so that's something? And I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now? I'm still exhausted, sure, but it's easier to stay afloat when I know that better things are ahead, you know? And I'm looking forward to getting there, even if it won't be a painless journey.

So yeah. I don't think the barreling train is stopping quite yet, but I think it will sometime in the future? And that's what I'm clinging to right now. That and The Sentinel fanfics 😆

Congratulations on not breaking the character limit! 😉

And thank you again for checking in. I'm very humbled by the knowledge that people care this much about me.

You take care too 💜

[crazybrazilian73]

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│ ✦Hi, I'm Max (or Kankuro, if you prefer). I make universes, stories and a bunch of other stuff that I post here without much order. If you like Undertale AUs, mysteries, theories and a little bit of narrative chaos, you might find something interesting here.

│ ✦ Featured projects:

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│ ✦ Questions? Complaints? A scream into the void? The ask button is there, but no promises of an answer.

│ ✦ RULES:

🔹No plagiarism, respect above all.

🔹Theories about UnderVoid are welcome!

🔹If I disappear, I'm probably working on the UnderVoid comic.

🔹Don't ask me to explain the lore. I post things out of order on purpose. Chaos is part of the experience.

🔹Don't copy, repost or use my content without permission (if you want to repost on other social networks, you can simply ask me directly). This includes UnderVoid, Resilient Dreamers and any other project. If I see it, I'll delete you from my multiverse.

🔹Don't ask to join my AUs. They have their own rules and don't accept new characters (it depends).

🔹Be respectful. This goes for me and anyone in the comments/reblogs. If you're a jerk, I'll delete you too.

🔹No hate. Constructive criticism? Fine. Just complaining? You can go away.

🔹Don't ask for a deadline for posts. I post whenever I want and can.

🔹Don't bring fandom fights here. I just want to create stories and release random lore, not fight with anyone.

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I'm Brazilian, don't judge my bad English, if you have any tips on how to improve I'd appreciate it.

[grande-lando]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

thanks for this jo! just what i needed today (i did get two and i'll be answering that one as well).

Life After You - Lando laid his hands on the lifeless chest of his fiancé's body, dressed in the suit he was supposed to get married in. He wanted to cry, to scream, to punch something. Everything had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye, and yet he couldn't mourn it. Not in the way he was expected to. He had shed tears when he had gotten the call, the voice on the other end telling him the man he was supposed to marry in two weeks had died in a car crash. But since then, there had been nothing. And now, on the weekend that was supposed to be the happiest of his life, he was watching his future being lowered into the ground.

This is the first multi-chapter fic I ever finished, and it holds a special place in my heart. My writing style has definitely evolved since I finished it, but there's just something about it that still makes me proud and warms my heart whenever I think about it. it's based on the movie catch and release.

all you have to do (stay) - Lando doesn't quite know how it had evolved to this, how he had become the grid's trophy or consolation prize in some instances. All he knows is that it fills a void, gives him purpose, and makes him feel wanted. He loves taking care of them. But who's taking care of Lando?

This is my all time favourite fic I've written, and the one I had least problems with (re: inspiration, time, and editing). Everything just seemed to click—I’d get ideas easily, scenes flowed naturally, and I didn’t have to wrestle with the plot or struggle to get it right. It was one of those rare times where writing felt effortless, like I was just putting down what the story wanted to be.

worship me beneath the sheets - It's so sensual, the way they're moving together, and Charles is lapping up the attention he's getting from both men. It's what he thrives on, craves, one of the reasons he became a model in the first place. All eyes are on him, always. He looks back up at Max only to see that he doesn't have his attention anymore, and neither does Daniel. He's looking over their shoulders. Charles wants to look behind to see what has captured his attention, but he's fairly stuck between their two bodies, so he doesn't; he just looks expectantly at Max as he holds out his hand. Charles can see a mop of curls come into his vision out of the corner of his eye, grabbing at Max's outstretched hand or Best friends Daniel and Max meet strangers Charles and Lando at a club and take them back to their hotel.

This one kind of just came alive. I don’t really remember writing it; all I knew is that I wanted to write something hot. The story took shape almost on its own, with each scene building naturally, and before I knew it, I’d crafted something I was proud of. It’s one of those rare pieces where every word felt right, and I barely had to go back to edit. I love how it turned out—like the story knew exactly what it wanted to be from the start! It's one of the very few stories I've written where there's no Carlando.

Black Velvet - Lando has gone through a lot in his life. When he was 13, his mom went missing, and he was left with a dad who wanted nothing to do with him. All of this has caused abandonment issues that make him cling to anyone who shows him kindness. When he starts working at Sapphire, a strip club owned by Lewis Hamilton, he finally starts figuring himself out. But what he doesn't realise is that he's launching a chain of events that can ultimately lead him to lose everything he holds dear to his heart while simultaneously resurrecting the ghosts of his past.

This fic is a labour of love and comes from blood, sweat and tears (and I'm not being hyperbolic). I went through hell as I wrote it, was accused of plagiarism because this is a stripper fic, and apparently you can only have on stripper fic in this fandom. But I poured everything I had into this story, fighting through doubt and criticism because I believed in it. Each chapter was a battle, yet it’s one of the pieces I’m most proud of <3

Impractical Magic - Charles and Lando were born into a family where falling in love means you end up dead. They take different paths in life, Charles wanting nothing more in life than to feel the exhilaration love brings, and Lando too afraid to ever put himself out there. When Charles gets into trouble with one of his boyfriends, Lando must figure out how to help him while trying his best not to fall in love with the one man who can take his life apart, Detective Carlos Sainz.

I'm quite proud of my chaptered fics, much more than I am of the one shots I've written. This one was for the first Carlando Winter Break Exchange, and I left it way too late and was fighting against time and myself the entire time I wrote it, and yet I enjoyed the hell out of it, and am proud to say that I wrote this :)

[amalia-uwu]

“Parallel Lines”

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Sans x Y/N

Undertale by Toby Fox

Special Thanks @fudgelling-away for the idea. This was written long ago.

Warnings: angst

“Greetings,

Lovely reader. Come, come have a seat”.

“Relax”.

“I'll tell you a story”.

“A tragic tale of two incompatible creatures who loved each other”.

.......

"Sans look! That constellation, it's Orion's belt!".

Sans was looking where you were pointing but got lost in thoughts.

«you know?» he thought.

«i always wanted to show you the stars»

«i wanted to hold your hand... hear your laugh. touch you. i wanted to sit next to you. hold you, feel you...but»

Sans looked at you. Such happiness, love.

Sans closed his eyes and leaned his skull to you.

Your voice music to his nonexistent ears.

The soft breeze caressed his bony face.

The world around him shifted. He opened his eyes and blinked.

Something inside his soul clenched. He looked around him. 

A couple of tears rolled down his cheekbones.

... "but... i can't... we can't we are incompatible... heh, life can be cruel right kiddo? heh.." he whispered.

______________________

Sans looked at the screen. Your smile, your eyes, your hair... He desperately wanted to touch you.

How come? You could be both a blessing and a torture. A bittersweet torture.

"heh!.. what kind of sorcery is this?! what kind of spell have you casted upon me. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! WHAT KIND OF A SICK JOKE IS THIS?! HOW COME?! I FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ANOMALY?! I FELL FOR SOMEONE WHO CAN'T REQUITE MY LOVE!! WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS?! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO BE PUNISHED LIKE THIS?!" he yelled at the void.

Noone answered.

He turned around.

Your image was frozen in place. Your warm eyes looked ahead.

His expression softened a little. He carefully touched the screen.

The white void behind him an endless abyss.

Voices, tears, laughs, were muffled.

He looked around him.

Sans's cheekbones were bathed in tears.

He carefully touched and caressed your face.

"i hope you will be happy, whenever you are... whatever you do... i hope you will be alright y/n. i love you." with his forehead he touched ‹yours›.

His phalanges touched ‹ your › hand. Tenderly.

He clawed his phalanges. Slowly closing it. Clenched teeth. A dull unbearable heaviness in his soul.

An unknown voice watched both of you.

“You are both unfortunate creatures. You are incompatible. A fictional character and a real person cannot coexist. Even if you do find ways. You will never see the real self of one another.

You are condemned to walk side by side like parallel lines.

You are condemned to Never. Ever. Be together! You are doomed to follow each other like the day follows the night! Condemned to a fate where your love for one another cannot be requited” .

He clenched his teeth as fat hot tears ran down his eyes sockets. "why? why must I always fall for you....?"

You couldn't answers.

You couldn't hear his agony.

After all... A fictional character can never have emotions of his own. Someone else controls the threads.

Right?

He got up. He was about to leave. He looked at you one last time. There were many emotions

He turned around and left; feeling nothing but soul ache.

There was nothing he could do.

It was pointless.

He wept bitterly.

His anguished screams pierced the void. His tears shock the ground.

He could only hope for you. That you will be happy.

Move on.

Do anything you want.

He knew that at some point you will forget him.

He could only hope that he could give you something. Anything.

You didn't see the cracks on his pearl white soul.

More tears ran down his eyes. Just like that he faded into oblivion

"Y/N.. remember me... don't forsake me. i love you. i always had. and always will... i... wish i could do more for you. but such is fate"

You may wonder, if he blamed you for this.

No. No, he didn't.

He knew he was playing with fire. He knew he'd burn.

He knew the risks.

Yet, he took them for you. Everything he did was for you.

Besides...

He could only blame himself.........

.............for loving you!

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The end! 💙

Thank you for reading! 💙

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[ybklix]

Salvatore | 01 & 02

♡ hwang hyunjin

⤷ intro

⋆cw: mention of suicide ⋆notes: narrated from fem character’s pov. the character narrates the circumstances that lead her to meet hyunjin, in later parts. updated masterlist here! •⩊•

a/n: i had this in my drafts i just decorated a little to post it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

chapters one & two

ONE

word count: 986

The world seemed to move the same. But it wasn't, she was missing. The days are long and the nights are a living nightmare. I don't think I'll ever get over something like that. The huge emptiness, the deep sadness and the endless constant guilt that kept repeating in a loop and managed to slowly consume me as I lamented over and over again for not being able to avoid something as terrible as death. Suicide.

A supposed suicide.

But it happened. And there was nothing else to do. The important issue, is that I would never see her again, or hear her, in the presence of her.

I think every second of the day I found out and the heartbreaking memory it was to say goodbye to my sister forever. The desperate, heartbreaking screams of my mother, dressed in traditional clothes on the most horrible day of our lives.

I don't think anyone ever thought something like this would happen. Much less in the way it happened… it was totally bizarre, as if I suddenly didn't know the person I was bound to by blood, forever; until now. Suddenly everything got weird, she stopped calling home, but I tried to go on with my normal, carefree life; as I didn't want to intrude and I assumed she had a busy life now, plus the time difference could be annoying at times.

Even so, what kept me motivated was that soon I would go to see her, it was only two weeks away… I would go to visit her, I would see her apartment and we would walk around the city. But suddenly nothing. Just a great upheaval in my soul.

Even so, in my ignorance, I continued with my activities. I was visiting my friends, graduating from high school and getting ready for what was next in my life, a university life, in the career I had shown interest in for a couple of years; unlike my sister, for me it was in the city near our childhood home, only a little more than 2 hours away in Rome.

It had been a while… yes I was curious about what was going on in her life; but with Bethany you never knew what her next move was. She was like that, spontaneous. Quite the opposite of what I thought I was. At 16 she left home, with the help of my parents convincing them to study out of the country, to a place far away but not foreign to our family.

She loved to talk, to explore, but with my parents she was always serious and distant, almost as if they dulled her glow. So taking advantage of them to alienate herself was the best decision she could have made. She shone on her own, for a period. Until it managed to extinguish itself so suddenly. Without explanation, leaving a huge void in the people who truly appreciated her, in me.

I guess things like this just can't be explained.

I can't even process it, my empty stomach is spinning, the insomnia became real and the tears are hard and burning as they slide down my face.

Despite all the chaos formed; seeing my sister there, lying motionless and lifeless —an action I didn't have the courage to take until the last moment before she was taken away—… I thought and thought about certain things, like how we were somewhat alike, about the fact that when an idea gets stuck in our minds… it's impossible to get out of there. I was more rigid; I wanted answers and kindness was not my forte, as she was. Charming, pretty, brave.

This couldn't stay that way. Not just like that. There had to be an explanation and I wasn't referring to needing it for my loss and despair. I was thinking logically, I guess, I need her. This wasn't just happening for the sake of it.

I hadn't slept in days. I guess I was losing track more and more, if it was Wednesday, if it was the fourth; not since what happened. I guess when this kind of thing happens you really seem to tune out. During the dark nights of that hellish summer I manage to remember moments… of which keep me afloat and think how sad it is that I haven't spoken in days and no one seems to notice. Everyone was immersed in their own world dealing with something like this; just like now.

I remember being 6 years old and she was 11, playing that we were looking for a reward chest, mysteries to solve that after all I took a great liking to… as Bethany explained that if it something happened there would have to be a reason, even if it was pure spontaneity… there was the cause. So why… why leave without even a letter. Should I have been a better sister and noticed the signs of depression? If I had paid attention, so I could have avoided it, none of this would be happening?

Why would the person who since she was a little girl kept firm and mature ideas standing, determined to her philosophy suddenly decide to leave like this. Something strange was going on… or she was just going through a mourning that was hard to accept.

The whole world was going absolutely crazy. Or at least mine. Because that was all I have. All I know, unlike my sister, I wasn't as adventurous, or a born visionary as she was.

I just lived in the present and that was my problem. Bethany always seemed to have a bundle up her sleeve, just something new and fun so she would never get stuck and bored.

But my days in my comfort zone were coming to an end. From now on. I would finish whatever Bethany couldn't and find out the truth because something deep down inside doesn't seem right, my heart tells me so.

And when an idea like that happens… the universe knows I could become someone else.

TWO

word count: 1.7k

It all started a while ago, years ago. 7 years ago to be exact, during the spring. Bethany was enthusiastically showing me, with a big smile on her face and her school uniform on, pictures taken in the park near her high school, with 3 of her friends, Mia, Isabella and Chiara. She had told me how Mia was able to buy a digital camera and then take them pictures, she thought it was so much fun.

I know now, that that evening was more than just one of her types of goodbyes, as she was planning something that day that suddenly changed everything.

We had just left school. She was leaning on my bed holding the pictures she had taken with her friends gently passing them, one on top of the other. I don't remember the day but it was maybe, sometime in April.

Bethany asked me if no one else was home besides me, leaning against the edge of the doorway before making herself comfortable in my room. I replied that our mother had most likely gone out to buy something.

I asked her about the sudden interest, more as an automatic response than out of curiosity, “why?”, “I have to tell them something”.

I didn't make a big deal out of that sentence, I didn't want to intrude plus she quickly changed the subject. At the time I was eleven and Bethany was fifteen, a month shy of her sixteenth birthday.

She told me about her friend’s plans, Chiara's trip to Ibiza, Mia at her grandmother's vineyards and Isabella's summer job helping her mother at her store. When I asked her what she would do a grimace appeared on her face, unsure and doubtful of what could be the right answer; from which I assumed it was because of our parent’s sudden change in not spending the summer in Seoul, as every year, but to wait until the winter vacations, where it would now be with our aunt, for the island. It was usually on both occasions when we would visit South Korea, to be connected to that part of the family we shared with our mother.

I remember suggesting to her to go to the beach, both of us; which she complied with at the end of May, a week before she left home. We had our 3 days at the beach, under the Fregene sun, eating soft ice cream. Only 40 minutes from Rome by bus, and just over an hour by train. I remember everything so well. The sound of people talking, the sound of the sea, Bethany's noisy sandals slapping the sand and my mother's sudden cursing in her first language, sitting in that blue beach chair with her hat. I loved the beach, every aspect of it… My sister seemed to be darker, and tended to like to play hide and seek, being a big part of the crowd, under the city lights, I always thought the town we grew up in was never for her. So she found her place once she got away from us.

After the first day Bethany's friend had joined us, Isabella. At times I watched them primp and preen, in awe; ready to stroll through the noisy city, leaving me wondering what two teenagers were supposed to do when you feel the city belongs to you. Giggling, putting gloss on her lips and high heels, glittery eyeshadow, fixing her hair between the two of them, once again leaving me with ideas in mind, like whether I would ever do those simple little things with my older sister once the age difference is not so stark and when I'm no longer a child. Once I start getting interested in those things more and more; maybe when I'm 15 too. But Bethany wasn't around after I turned eleven. I did get interested in those things and I did it too but with friends. During those nights, I would just stay up late with my parents, watching TV; waiting for Bethany to come back. But that day in April, after dinner, with both parents gathered; after clearing the table and cleaning up, when I was finally supposed to go to my room, I stopped to listen to what Bethany had to say.

The sentence was as simple as: I want to go to study in Seoul. Finish my high school and start college there. And all of a sudden. Silence. I couldn't see them but I could perfectly picture the scene in my head; of which it was approximately like this, with the two of them sitting, slightly leaning on the table, Bethany standing in front of them, with her hands together, a gesture she used to make when announcing something. The bright light of the room reflecting on my sister's forehead and the confused face of my mother, who suddenly started speaking to her in Korean, in confusion, her confused expression permeating my mind even though I didn't see her, what, "what are you talking about", she would suddenly say in her strong korean southern accent.

I can't quite memorize what my exact thoughts were at the time… as I just wanted to hear everything and then generate an opinion. I guess it just took me by surprise too.

She went on to explain that, for some time now she has been in close contact with Joomi, a cousin a year older than Bethany whom she is very close to, and spends all her time wiith her, whenever we go to visit. She said that they talk a lot on the internet and that she somehow managed to convince her to study there and rebuild her life in that faraway place.

She argued with a tone that tried to persuade them, saying that she had all the support of my uncle's family, my mother's brother. That if they allowed her to have that opportunity there would be no reason to let them down and she would finally be fully connected to her roots that our mother instilled in us so much.

Her answer was no. No from my mother. A 'I don't know' from our father.

2 days later, Bethany received the final answer. She would finish the rest of the school year and leave for the summer to try to adjust and go to study at the same school as Joomin, living under that family's roof.

My mother just wanted her to suddenly connect with what she suddenly felt was lost and out of her hands, among her other two older siblings, she had been the only one to marry a foreigner, migrate and raise two of her daughters in a different culture than her own… and suddenly her first born had the idea to take a big step… it was hard for her; especially when her future was strictly planned, to graduate at the top of her class and continue her studies at the university in Rome. It was surprising the sudden change of plans, especially when my mother had everything in the palm of her hands and with how extremely stubborn her character was; but her older brother managed to interfere and persuade her; he promised to take care of her and love her like another daughter.

And I knew all this from Bethany's spontaneous change of mood, her smile was bigger, her eyes sparkled and she had her characteristic grimace of when she manages to win or something goes as planned, in victory. I was told in detail a week after confirming to her that yes, she would be leaving.

Honestly at the time I don't think I said any words; there was nothing clear to say… other than "wow, I really hope everything goes very well". And I meant it with my biggest will and heart.

I guess I stayed in shock for a while until I saw her leaving, boarding that plane; that's when I could finally come to my senses. I saw my mother and then my father, simply letting his first 16 year old daughter leave. It was all confusing, I thought everyone over there was trying to run away from the school system… I guessed Bethany really had a plan.

And she did. She even managed to get into college… but the career of her choice was not at all satisfactory to my parents. It was, to a certain extent, disappointing, causing Bethany great sadness, I could feel it in her eyes that summer when we went to visit her. Suddenly she would contact us less, making excuses that if we were to see her that summer, her stay would be short because she would be very busy… which, what was once an annual visit, became a very irregular tradition, every two years… separating us little by little.

The first three years were strictly adhering to the family rule of our annual visit to my mother's and Bethany's home country, who unlike me, I was born in Italy, like my father. During that period everything seemed fine; my talks with Bethany consisted of being amazed at how much I had grown up, apparently, what I had made of my life in Italy and simple things like that… until the year she entered college, during that summer, the pressure from my parents was very high; Bethany tried to remain calm, but nothing worked out for her. The following year, she announced the news of her career causing discontent. I tried to cheer her up and that somehow created a bond again in us that I thought was lost, since she left I felt she was not the same person I admired so much, suddenly her life was a mystery to me, who her best friends were, her life at school, her daily routine, even everyone knew her by her Korean name, she seemed like someone else.

The change in her was there. For good, while she could. And for bad when the poor thing felt she was the family failure. Despite the estrangement between our parents; Bethany always tried to keep in touch with me, calling constantly, leaving e-mails in my inbox, giving me little things that reminded her of me… the truth is that I found it tender and funny the way she didn't know me, since with her demonstrations of affection she reminded me how much she was stuck in my tastes when she was 10 or 11 years old. But that quickly and without warning turned into 15, 16… the age when she left.

Despite all the ups and downs… I never really knew the way her life was, her own life thousands of miles away from me, still, I tried to be close.

[crmsnmth]

Talking About You

I can go on forever, talking about you my favorite topic but I know it's fruitless words the milk is sour and the honey is poisoned I traveled all this way to be let down Making a miracle five loaves of bread and two fish

I'll spend eternity with you in my thoughts As I burn in hell for all the lies I fed you for all the things I forced you to believe You didn't deserve me, not at all and I sure as hell didn't deserve you You were far too good for me and I'd only bring you down

The infinite calls me, and I'm afraid to answer the void is fine for screaming but I wouldn't want to live there And your black hole mouth holds me in place Everything else vanishes in that event horizon But I can see you in the backdrop sky Smiling crooked red lips and a welcoming hand

It's not really you I'm seeing It's my brain playing tricks on itself I know this, yet still I live in the fantasy I have no options but to accept I've gone insane That's the only viable explanation

I can go on forever, talking about you

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 39: In Which The Daylight Is Fading Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Jesus fucking Christ.

Alcina was about to become suddenly un-internally screaming.

You. You! What was she going to do with you? Yes, you had figured it out. Yes, you were changing. Yes, you were not just a human. Yes, were rightfully demanding answers and Alcina was on the verge of losing it. How in the goddamn hell was she supposed to juggle all of this?! It was her own fucking fault. Still, through it all her greatest fear and determination was to keep you safe. But you had to listen, you had to understand, you had to blindly trust, and fuck, she knew how hard that was. She was nearly ready to cross the threshold and tell you everything just to get the weight off her shoulders. But it would only burden you more, wouldn't it? One loss to another gain?

And Malka. Who was this Malka. An old Jewish Mystic? Really? Were they still around? She scoffed.

You were right. Yet again. It should be her guiding you through this, not some old woman she didn't even know or trust with you! In her absence and lack of ability or will to address what was happening to you she had inadvertently sent you off to another for answers. 

God - fucking damn it all!

She flitted her way back to the church as fast a she could. Her mind could duke it out with her heart later.

Donna was there now with a slew of vampires. Father Archer had disappeared and Alcina was eternally grateful. Father Sullivan was still present as was the shaking, pale as a ghost deacon from before. Poor child. He should be put out of his misery for the pure act of mercy. Seeing his comrade in such a state would scar him for life.

All eyes turned to her as she came in through the same side door and shut it behind her.

Alcina chiseled her features to a stern, stoic facade and joined the group.

"Excuse us, please," Donna enunciated as Alcina approached, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her through to a neighboring room, out of sight and hearing range, "where have you been?"

Her inquiry wasn't sharp nor rude, but dripping with disbelief and genuine curiosity as to why she'd leave this scene.

"She saw it. I had to go after her."

Donna's eyes went wide at Alcina's admission.

"W-what? Who? Your human?"

"She has a name!" Alcina spat, quickly reclaimed her control and took a deep breath, "Just - I'm sorry... I don't know how or why she was here but she walked into it, and I had to follow her and make sure she was alright."

Donna blinked, "Is she?"

"Of course not. But she is fine for the time being. I'm here now. What have I missed?" she asked placing a hand mindfully on her hip.

There was a confused pause but Donna threw it out the window, "I radioed Karl to order mobilization of our troops outside of the underground. If a mutant is here we have to locate it before it gets any farther in the human world and creates who knows what kind of havoc. We can only contain and minimize so much before it becomes a conspiracy theory on TickedTocked, or whatever the fuck humans use for news now."

Alcina sighed, "what about the boys family?"

"That's something you'll need to discuss with Father Sullivan. He's been pretty quiet since we arrived. You'll need to do some serious damage control here."

"I want updates as soon as anything comes in," she mused, taking off your gloves.

"I figured you would."

Donna held out a small radio comm for Alcina.

She took it with a short smile and nodded, "always on top of it. Go, get back underground. I'll take care of what needs done up here."

~

Malka sat perched on her sofa. Eyes wide, but facial expressions otherwise void of much else.

"I..." you mumbled, "I don't know what to do."

Clearing her throat, Malka nodded very slowly, her vision cast down to the floor now as her lips pursed while she chewed on all of this information.

"I don't know much else, but the feeling in my old gut says Alcina is right; you should be mindful of your safety. You are a novice, though a quick learning and talented one, it seems as though whatever devil has escaped in this world is not to be trifled with, no? Even I, as old and wise as I might be, wouldn't even know where to begin concerning this."

"It's not like I'm going to go out looking for a fight, I just, I just want to be able to help myself, and god forbid Alcina if something goes really wrong."

Malka narrowed her eyes at you, "staying out of sight and out of harms way is the likeliest option right now, ketzeleh. What you described to me, what the foe did to your very powerful Alcina, if that's any indication as to this things power... invisibility would be your best bet for safety. We still don't know the extent of your powers. Perhaps we can try illusion magic, it would be a good additive to aid your mind EMP trick."

"Mind EMP magick?"

She smirked, "yes, that's what I've deemed it. What you did to those boys was clearly a nervous system attack, much like an EMP pulse would do to electronics; it seemed to cause them great pain and shut down their function until they scrambled away from you. So, mind EMP - voila!"

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. You liked that. 

Getting back to present matters, you leaned on your knees and sighed, "ok, so... tell me about this illusions magick. Is it really invisibility?"

Malka grinned, "almost. It's the manipulation of perception; you alter your energy field to match your surroundings in a way that hides you in plain sight. Someone, or something, can be looking directly at you and see you but not comprehend you're standing there. You cease to exist as a singular entity and become one with what is around you. You're there, but cannot be perceived."

"Can you show me?" you asked excitedly.

"Oh heavens, I am not as strong as I used to be and I don't practice my abilities the way I used to so I highly doubt it, but I can try to walk you through it. Go stand in front of the book case."

Doing as instructed, you did so and watched as the little old woman came towards you with her eyes glittering with that mischievous light she held.

She grasped your left arm and made you hold it out in front of you, flattening your palm outwards and stood in front of you.

"Now... close your eyes, find your energy source, and focus on wanting to not be seen. Repeat this silently to yourself: I am my surroundings, I am part of the picture."

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and let yourself feel your body and the energy pulsing through you. After a few moments you instinctively pushed your intention through your arm to your palm and slowly chanted in your mind; I am my surroundings. I am part of the picture. I am my surroundings. I am part of the picture. I... am my surroundings... I am part of the picture.

Like a flickering television screen trying to load the picture from a spotty antenna connection, Malka watched as your body began to blend into the bookcase and a large smile took her lips.

"Yes, good ketzeleh! Keep going!"

You tried to focus harder but it seemed the harder you tried the more your memory kept throwing images of Alcina and the scene from the church to your forefront, the argument, the way she looked at you, the fear you could feel from her, and everything else that transpired just a few hours prior. Before long you dropped your shield and huffed, angry you couldn't keep control.

Malka, and the ever nurturing woman she was, came to grasp your arm and brought you back to the couch.

"Come. It has been a traumatic night for you. Don't be discouraged, you managed to flicker a little which is quite a feat! You're very powerful, but you must learn to hone your control better, that's all."

Leo came and jumped in your lap as you slumped back, feeling quite defeated, and not just by failing at your attempt to vanish. 

Your mind and heart was heavy. You knew things were not right. Anywhere.

-

"Do you really think it wise to disappear at a time like this?" Donna asked sharply.

Alcina did her best not to react, turning her eyes over her shoulder as she was putting a few things away in the shelf behind her desk, "I promised her yesterday I would see her tonight. It will be a short visit."

"It's not safe!"

"I'm aware!" she snapped, "But I intend to keep my promise and we have this place on lock down. Like it or don't, I'm going."

Donna was about to have a fit but knew it would get her nowhere. She bit her bottom lip and felt the tension in her jaw grow tighter, finally accepting the Matriarch's decision and turning to leave. She had too much shit to do.

"Be careful." Was all she offered before she took her leave.

She loved Alcina with all of her heart, but Christ that woman drove her absolutely mad at times!

~

Donna damn near slammed her door shut when she entered the house. 

She headed straight to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of blood-wine and leaned her hip on the counter, tapping her free hand on the granite top as she had a stare-down with the floor.   "You know, maybe I'll take up smoking," she muttered to herself, "take this edge off otherwise I may just snap one of these days. Just maybe."

Taking another large gulp she shook her head and made her way with purpose to her own study to make a call to Karl, but she didn't get far until a very strange chiming came ringing from the bookshelf in the living room.

Donna stepped slowly into the room and listened, her keen sense of hearing drawing her eyes to an ornately carved jade box she'd been given by an admirer long, long ago. 

The shrillness of the sound was relieved when she removed the lid to find an old small black cell phone ringing off the hook.

She was hesitant to answer it. How did this even get in here? She'd never had a cell phone and knew no one who did.

But her instincts shoved their way passed her apprehension and she pressed the worn out green phone icon on the front.

"... Hello?"

"UH-BOUT FUCKING TIME!"

"Angie!" Donna shot, "oh my god where have you been, where are you, are you ok?!"

Her little cretin sister had been missing in action for nearly over a month, and while she knew she was up to something and likely on a hot trail, she hated not knowing where she was or what she was doing. Angie drove her just about as nuts as Alcina did these days.

"I'm fine, I've been in a wall."

"What?"

"I'm in a wall, ok? For like, fuckin' weeks - but that's really really really not what's important right now and I need you to -"

"Jesus, Angie, slow down!"

"No! I ain't got time to slow down - you gotta speed up! Shit is going down and it's going down fast and there's not a lotta time to explain because my battery is hella fuckin' low but they're coming - "

"W-what, who?"

"Shut up and let me finish! FIND ALCINA NOW! Get the military! They're coming! They're coming THROUGH the underground! I'm on my way but -"

Silence.

"A-Angie?" Donna sputtered, "Angie?!"

She pulled the phone away from her ear to see the small screen had disconnected the call. Trying desperately to remember how to operate these fucking things, Donna hit a few buttons and found the call list, highlighting the only one on the screen and redialing.

Barely a ring sounded in the earpiece before an annoying woman's voice told her the voicemail box had not been set up. She hung up quickly and sped through the house to find her comm.

~

Alcina's mind was unnervingly quiet as she made her way up to the church and through it. It was as eerily silent and she heard every single one of her footsteps as if she'd never heard them before. Father Sullivan was at the alter up front, staring up to the stained glass with his rosary wrapped around his hands that were in a praying formation. 

"The boys mother has demanded to speak with you, Lady Dimitrescu."

His voice halted her in her tracks.

Great.

"Was it wise to tell and outsider of our existence, Father?" she countered, eying him thoroughly as he turned and slowly began to walk up the aisle.

"You left me with a very unfortunate circumstance. There's very few lies I could tell to comfort this woman. The truth was my only option."

Alcina's perfectly arched brow matched the frown in her crimson red lips, "sometimes lies are necessary."

Father Sullivan stopped in front of her, gazing up at her intimidating stature as he secured his hands behind his back, "to you, perhaps. When can I tell her you're free?"

She wanted to scoff but did not, instead her other eyebrow joined in similar fashion, "I am quite busy, finding the one responsible for her sons death and all, you know -"

"Please make time for this. You must make this right!"

"And what am I suppose to tell her, Father?! Yes, dear lady, there's an underground legion of vampires that live beneath your feet - so sorry your poor boy got caught up in a problem that escaped from there, please, tell me what I can do to make this better for your pitiful human existence?! You should have lied to her and saved us more mess! Humans outside of the church should know nothing about us!"

"She has sworn an oath to secrecy."

"Ugh, please. Her word means nothing to me, you have nothing to stand on she will keep it."

"As if you all are so much better?"

Alcina's spine tensed and she inched closer to the man below her, her face riddled with her distaste.

"Your insinuation displeases me greatly, Father Sullivan. Awfully bold for you to throw that at me when you and yours have no defense against whatever is running loose aside from the ones your insulting."

He swallowed hard and clenched his jaw, "you're here to stop things like this from happening at all, aren't you?"

"The best laid plans of mice and men, Father. We cannot see all ends. I've lost more of my men to this problem than you have any idea about," her voice took a dark turn as she stepped in even closer, "if you think I'm not doing everything I can, you are sorely mistaken. You've had one casualty, to which I'm exercising all in my power to make sure doesn't happen again... I have lost over fifty... mind your accusations."

Father Sullivan nodded curtly and backed away from the towering vampire, swallowing once more and straightening his posture, "forgive me, Lady Dimitrescu. As you must understand this has been heavily shocking for us. I'm struggling with... well, many things. As one leader to another, you know the pressure I'm under."

Considering his words with a softening of her face, Alcina relaxed slightly and took a deep breath, "that I do. And as one leader to another, and while you've never faced the terrors I have, know this; when the true struggles set in with vengeance, making enemies of your true allies is the worst move you can make. And we are your allies, Father. Though you cannot see the work taking place behind the scenes, you must trust us the way you always have."

He nodded slowly, "you're right. I will. We will. Forgive my words."

"I'll let you in on a little secret; if I took true displeasure or offense in what you said, you'd not be here looking me in the face. I do kind of like you, Father, but please stay on my good side," she winked.

The smallest of smiles appeared and he nodded once more, "noted."

Without another word she was gone.

Your lit up apartment was a sight for her weary eyes and Alcina scaled your building with ease, allowed herself in your balcony door after sensing her surroundings thoroughly.

The pending conversation was giving her pause but more than anything she just wanted to see you, hold you in her arms, and keep you close and know you were safe as long as you were there.

But where were you?

Alcina scoured the living room until a flickering caught her eye and within a split second there you appeared, eyes wide and your palm held out in front of you. You looked almost as bewildered as her.

"Draga..." she uttered, feeling her heart lurch in her chest at the sight of you, her worries almost melting away as she stepped towards you.

She had almost expected you to be hesitant at her very presence, but you were no where near that as you nearly bolted for her. 

Alcina met you halfway through the living room and you were within each others arms not quickly enough. You buried your face in her chest and she in your hair, staying in silence and comfort that the two of you were safe and unharmed and together amidst the chaos outside.

Before you knew what was happening Alcina had relocated her arms and scooped you up and brought you to the couch, wrapping you up in her strong encompassing embrace like you'd slip away like liquid.

"I've missed you. I've been really worried about you," you uttered in her neck, keeping your arms secure around her.

"Oh draga," she replied softly, "I'm fine. Are you?"

You simply nodded mutely against her and closed your eyes.

"I don't have long," Alcina admitted solemnly, "but I promised to see you and listen to what you needed to tell me."

Damn her, you couldn't stop your smile.

Finally pulling away you looked at those stunning slate colored eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush red lips, "you're a woman of your word, and I love you for that."

Alcina hummed through a soft smile and kissed you back, "for my girl, I am anything you wish of me."

Oh. Oh wow.

"If you're trying to get back into my good graces you don't have to pull out all the stops, you know," you jested trying to shove your tears back in your eyelids.

She cupped your face with her leather glove clad hand and made you look at her, "I mean it, draga mea. I love you. Now... tell me everything."

Alcina was still chewing and swallowing on everything you had told her, but still the hardest to force down was this Malka woman. Was it just her jealousy, which she would never admit out loud, or was it something worth buying into? You'd never spoke of having many friends, and this was the first she'd heard of this woman, and while she was clearly no threat to you and your affections for her, Alcina didn't like the idea of someone else being so close to you. Silly, perhaps. Petty, perhaps. You were her hearts treasure and she was not taking you for granted. Not again.

"And that is why you materialized out of thin air when I arrived?" she asked stroking her hand mindlessly up and down your thigh.

You were leaned back on the arm of the couch with your legs draped over her lap while you had spilled all of your beans to her, making it easy to stay close and intimate but still able to see all of each other.

"I've been working at it tirelessly, I'm really pretty drained right now, but... yeah. It's nice to know I finally got it."

To say she was doing her best to hide her overwhelm was being nice about it. You really were coming into your own and there was no stopping it. Alcina only wished this wasn't happening at the same time everything else was. More than anything she wanted to be here for you on this journey, be part of it, help you discover and uncover and train and work your magick the way she should be. But this was also so very dangerous. Not just for you, but for her. If Mother Miranda were to ever - 

A ruckus from your bedroom startled you both and before either of you could move from the couch, a tiny brunette appeared from the hallway.

"Donna!" Alcina gasped, unceremoniously dropping your legs from her lap and standing with a jolt.

She was a little out of breath as she straightened her black button down, high-collared shirt while approaching the two of you.

Oh, ok, so this was Donna. What the hell was she doing in your apartment?

You stood next to Alcina quite confused and unsure of your own footing.

"I really don't have time for pleasantries," Donna stated, addressing you with a short nod, "though it is nice to finally put a face with a name," her attention immediately went back to Alcina with haste, "we need to go now, this is not up for debate."

Alcina was almost taken aback. Firstly, for Donna to find her, let alone be here, was concerning all on it's own. Secondly, for her to be in such a state, which was hidden immaculately for the situation, made Alcina's stomach twist. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Goddammit.

You barely had time to register anything before Alcina took your face in her palms once more and looked at you like you would fade away within the second.

"Do not leave this apartment until the sun is up. And do not be outside of this apartment when the sun begins to set, do you understand me?"

Her tone made your face contort into worry, but you nodded, "yes."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

"Lock your doors and your windows. Do not open the door to anyone outside of daylight hours."

Alcina watched your nod of agreement and pulled you to her once more, holding onto you for as long as she could, "I love you, I love you, and I will return to you as soon as I can."

"I - I love you too - "

You were cut off as she kissed you with haste and with one more blink she and Donna were gone.

You stood there in your silent apartment trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Things were taking a turn. You could feel it.

It felt awful.

Now all you could think about was Alcina.

~

"I can see why you're so smitten with the woman, she's beautiful."

Alcina could have run into a wall, that comment struck her so out of left field.

"What the entire fuck, Donna," she spat as they hurried through the city streets, "that's the first thing you say to me after showing up like that? What the fuck is going on?!"

"I know, I'm sorry! I'm panicked!"

"Clearly!"

"Angie called me - "

"Wh - from where?"

"I'll get there, I'll get there - just let me explain, we have very little time! She hid a cell phone in our house - it rang - it was her - she told me she's been hiding in a wall for weeks and that they, whoever they are, were moving and moving fast and we didn't have time, that I need to find you and get our military moving, that they were moving through the underground - I radioed Karl and basically everyone is running around like headless chickens trying to make heads or tails of what she told me - I had no choice but to alert everyone in the city and all the council - she must mean the mutants because I cannot fathom what else she could possibly mean!"

Alcina's head was fitfully spinning as they rushed through the church like a blur and to the tunnels to the underground.

And then they heard it.

Rumbling.