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nightghoul381 · 20 days ago

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Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Both Endings Clear Bonus

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: Smut NSFT MDNI

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

I thought that my love would make the person I care about unhappy.

So I tried to think only about the other person.

If I did that, I wouldn’t make the people I cared about sad.

I believed I could offer love only to make the people I care about happy.

The truth is—Even at the moment I killed my brother, I may not have been able to offer him anything.

I think my brother was smiling happily that day.

But I also suspected that maybe I’d distorted my memory.

--In truth, I think he was just scared and afraid.

Like the people whose lives I’d taken as a member of Crown.

Such thoughts make my brother’s smile that day fade away.

To be honest, I can’t even remember the look on his face at the time.

(Is Kate still here?)

It had been about ten minutes since Kate had entered the shop alone, wanting to run a small errand.

It was taking a long time for shopping, and I was starting to get a little worried.

(If you’re having trouble deciding, I’ll let you choose slowly,)

(I wonder if she’s having trouble with strange people talking to her.)

While I was wondering whether I should go and look for her, I saw Kate through the glass window in the door.

(Ah… I’m glad you’re coming back--)

The relief was short-lived, as my heart soon began to flutter again.

Kate was having a friendly chat with the man walking behind her.

They seemed close to each other, with the man holding the door open for her and Kate thanking him with a smile.

I couldn’t even casually think “I like that about her” because it made my heart ache.

(--Who could that be?)

After parting ways with that person, Kate looked around and when she spotted me, she came running over with a smile on her face.

Kate: “Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Ellis: “No, it’s fine… Did you know that man?”

Kate: “Yeah. He was a clerk at the general store who helped me out when I worked for the post office.”

Kate: “When I was assigned to deliver to an area where I hadn’t fully memorized the routes yet…I was panicking because I wasn’t going to be able to make my deliveries on time at all.”

Kate: “He told me about a shortcut and drew it on the map.”

Ellis: “Hmm, what a kind person.”

He seemed sincere and had a warm smile.

It was as if it were a completely natural habit to do when around a woman.

(I’m sure he’s someone who ‘does things for others’ quite naturally.)

(The more I like someone… the less I want to kill them.)

“He who kills people and laughs is the devil…”

“Repent and atone for your sins… you can still be forgiven.”

(Who forgives whom?)

(I just wanted my brother to remain happy.)

(Is the way I love unforgivable?)

Kate: “Ellis? What’s wrong?”

Ellis: “—Oh, it’s nothing.”

She was the first person I told everything about my past.

But still, Kate told me that she wanted me to love her selfishly.

(Since then… I’ve become more and more selfish.)

She was the only one who forgave me.

(It’s overflowing, and won’t stop.)

Ellis: “I’ll carry your bags.”

Kate: “! No, let me carry this to your room.”

Ellis: “…? Okay, understood.”

Ellis: “But… then we can’t hold hands.”

I gently tugged on Kate’s shoulders as she held the paper bag in both arms.

Ellis: “Can I do this instead?”

Kate: “…The roads aren’t that crowded, are they?”

Ellis: “No. It’s not so we don’t get separated… It’s because I’m feeling jealous of the man from before.”

Kate: “Huh?”

Ellis: “Also, doing this will warn off the many other people who are probably interested in you, Kate.”

Kate: “….”

Whenever I was being selfish, Kate would turn a little red, look troubled, and then…

Kate: “…Well, it can’t be helped.”

She happily forgave everything.

(That’s why… it’s overflowing and can’t be stopped.)

(Would you be mad if I told you that I still feel a little anxious?)

--Flashback—

Kate: “It’s not about ‘wanting to kill the person I love’”

Kate: “It’s more like ‘I want to keep my loved ones in happiness with my own hands.’”

Kate: “That must be… your true wish, Ellis. I felt that way when I saw you.”

Kate: “If you’re that ‘selfish’… I’m not afraid to end up being killed.”

(--Are you really not afraid?)

--End Flashback--

Ellis: “If you kill someone, it’s normal to feel even more pain, I guess.”

Jude: “Hah?”

Tonight too, I gently wiped off the blood-stained knife and put it back into its sheath on my leg.

There was a pool of blood at my feet that looked like someone had spilled jam.

Ellis: “But I… I’m fine with doing this kind of work.”

(Kate is a kind person who feels sad about things like this.)

That clerk at the general store I saw earlier today—I wonder if Kate would be happier if her lover was someone like that.

(But, I can’t believe that guy took Kate away from me.)

(I can’t forgive that.)

Jude: “Hah, what? You wanna be 'normal'?”

Ellis: “…No.”

I didn’t want to be someone else.

Because Kate fell in love with me.

Just—

(What should I do to make Kate smile?)

(I keep thinking about it.)

Kate: “Ah…Welcome home!”

Ellis: “Kate?”

When I finished my mission and returned to my room, Kate closed the book she was reading and looked up.

Lately, Kate had been watching me and Jude work and became interested in it.

So she’d often read and study books about business.

I thought that kind of earnestness was wonderful.

Ellis: “Were you waiting for me?”

Kate: “I thought I’d like to have a drink with you when you got back.”

I didn’t take Kate with me tonight because it had been a hard mission.

As fairy tale keeper, she should probably accompany us on missions as much as possible, but I really didn’t want to show her the bad ones.

(I’m sure Kate knows about it though.)

(…That’s why she was waiting for me, right?)

Kate: “Actually…here! I bought mugs for us, Ellis, so we can enjoy hot drinks in your room!”

Ellis: “…Could that have been your secret pre-lunch purchase?”

Kate: “Yeah.”

Kate smiled happily as she held out two mugs of the same design.

Kate: “What would you like? Hot milk, herbal tea…alcohol?”

Kate: “Drinking alcohol from a mug… that would be a bit strange, huh…”

As Kate stood up from the sofa to get the drinks ready—

I pulled her down toward me and hugged her tightly from behind.

Kate: “Ellis…?”

Ellis: “…Kate.”

Ellis: “Kate, you’re so good.”

Kate: “…”

Kate took a moment to catch her breath, then she rubbed her cheek against my arm.

Kate: “Mmm… Okay.”

Hearing her agree in such a sweet, melting voice, I ran my hands down her body.

(Kate’s body is soft all over…)

Every time I touched her body, which was completely different from my own, I felt a little worried.

(It seems like it would be easy to break it.)

Kate: “Aah…. Mmnnn….”

As I hugged her from behind,

I pulled down the front of her negligee and slowly kneaded her breasts, and Kate let out a cute moan.

Ellis: “You’re already like this… Do you like being made to stand?”

Kate: “…ngh, it’s different.”

Ellis: “Is that so?”

Kate: “When you hug me from behind… It feels like I’m wrapped up in you… ghahh… it makes me happy.”

Ellis: “…”

(That’s not okay… Kate.)

(That’s a little too cute.)

I kissed her ears and neck, and touched her favorite places.

My body was so hot it hurt, but I wanted to make Kate feel even better.

Ellis: “Well then, should we do it from behind today?”

Kate: “Aah….!”

Her walls tightened and squeezed around my fingers, and I couldn’t hold back any longer so I pushed Kate down on the bed.

(Aah…)

(My head is a mess.)

I wanted to feel good. I wanted to feel good together with Kate.

I leaned over and looked at her face, and saw Kate looking at me with eyes moist with tears.

(It looks like Kate wants to feel good too, that she wants me…)

(Is it my imagination?... I don’t know anymore.)

For her, for me, for all those things—everything was mixed up into a mess—

Kate: “Aah AAahh--!”

Ellis: “…Gha, Ahh…!”

I hugged Kate, who had fallen asleep exhausted, and gazed at her sleeping face.

Ellis: “…So cute.”

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind that this moment might be the happiest one yet.

I loved her again today, with my blood-stained hands.

I dreamed of one day staining my hands with her blood.

(…I want to stay like this, forever.)

(I’ll hold you in my arms.)

(I want to gaze at your happy, sleeping face.)

Many times, I hoped she wouldn’t wake up.

If that happened, tomorrow would never come.

There would be no end to the happiness.

Even the moment I killed her—

(Ah--)

Slowly, Kate lifted her thin eyelids.

Her eyes, still dream-like, appeared and looked at me.

Ellis: “…---”

Sorry, did I wake you?

I wanted to ask her that, but the words didn’t come out right away. She looked at me and said nothing—

Kate: “…Hehe.”

Kate giggled softly with happiness.

Ellis: “…? Why are you laughing?”

Kate: “Mmm… when I woke up, you were here, Ellis.”

Kate: “I thought…I feel so happy”

(--)

No matter how scared I was of tomorrow.

Even if I was worried that when that moment came someday, you might not really smile.

(I don’t think I can help but love this woman.)

No matter how many times you woke up from your blissful sleep, I could still see you smiling happily.

Your smile made me believe that.

Ellis: “…Kate.”

Kate: “Hmm…?”

Ellis: “I love you.”

Kate: “…mmm.”

Ellis: “I love you, I love you…so much.”

Kate: “Mm…hehe, is everything okay…?”

I buried my face in Kate’s hair as I held her close to my chest.

It smelled sweet, like reduced jam, and it made my chest feel tight.

Kate: “…Ellis, are you crying?”

I was about to reflexively answer ‘no’—but I realized that I no longer needed to hide those feelings.

Ellis: “…Yeah… I’m happy.”

Ellis: “I’m happy because I get to see you laughing.”

Kate: “…I see.”

Kate, who still seemed to be sleepy, raised her hands,

Stretching out to her fullest, she gently stroked my head.

Kate: “I love you too, Ellis.”

(I wouldn’t mind being killed right now.)

If I told you tomorrow morning that I really thought that, I’m sure you’d laugh again.

I’m sure there will be many more 'happiest moments' like this waiting for me in the future.

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gothicfairytopia · 11 months ago

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How act two of The Sound of Music might foreshadow Good Omens season three ~

I was reading this post about Aziraphale’s ball idea coming from The Sound of Music rather than Jane Austen, and remembered that I’d meant to make a post about parallels between Aziraphale and Maria. The romantic plot of Good Omens has a lot in common with the plot of The Sound of Music, and season two just so happens to leave off at the very end of act one. So, is there a chance that act two could provide some clues about season three? I find the idea very compelling, so here’s my analysis of the movie and how I think it compares to what we’ve seen so far, as well as what we can hope to see in season three.

In the beginning we have Maria at the abbey, where it is made clear that she does not fit in because she has a hard time abiding by the rules. She also has a tendency to prioritize the natural/material world over her spiritual duties, which is represented by the opening song (“The Sound of Music”), the singing of which literally makes her late to return to the abbey. This has obvious parallels to Aziraphale’s difficulties conforming to Heaven’s way of life, as well as his worldly attachments.

(A fun bonus parallel is in the song “Maria,” when the nuns say “she’s always late for everything / except for every meal.” Aziraphale-coded fr.)

Maria leaves the abbey to be the governess to the von Trapp family, and this is where she begins to really learn about herself as an adult outside of a tightly controlled religious environment. She still doesn’t conform to the new world she lives in, but begins learning how to retain her selfhood without feeling ashamed of doing so. This period is obviously a parallel for Aziraphale’s time on Earth—although the time frames are quite different, the same general lessons are learned.

At the end of act one, as addressed in the linked post, there is a ball where the Captain and Maria dance, and this is the moment where Maria discovers her feelings for the Captain. Although this scene is an obvious parallel for the Jane Austen ball scene, I think it’s honestly more similar to the kiss in the final 15. Maria, mid-dance, stares into the Captain’s eyes, freezes, and backs away, saying she can’t remember the dance anymore. The Baroness is watching from the doorway, and when Maria runs upstairs to get changed for dinner, the Baroness follows her.

Up in Maria’s bedroom, the Baroness confronts Maria about her feelings for the Captain, which Maria denies initially. The Baroness convinces her of her own feelings and of the Captain’s, and essentially encourages her to run away—I’ll get into why in a second. Without a word to anyone, Maria returns to the abbey. This is a super obvious parallel to the end of season two, with the Baroness acting almost in the role of the Metatron by pulling Maria aside and reminding her of her “duty.”

Now into the more speculative side of things, trying to think of how The Sound of Music might offer hints as to what’s coming in season three.

When Maria returns to the abbey, she remains in constant silent prayer for the first several days before being called upon by the Abbess. Maria confesses that she ran away because she was frightened, and admits that she had accidentally developed an attraction for the Captain. She gives her reason for not telling the Captain about her feelings and choosing to return the abbey: “I was there on God’s errand. Oh, I couldn’t stay, I just couldn’t. I’m ready at this moment to take my vows.” This sense of misplaced duty might not be all of it, but again, we’ll get to that in a second.

The Abbess responds with probably more kindness than we’d expect from anyone in Heaven: she says that romantic love can be holy, that Maria needs to discover how God intended her to spend her love, and assures her that “if you love this man, it doesn’t mean you love God less.” With this, she commands Maria to return.

While this may seem incongruous with Heaven’s general business model and something unlikely to be paralleled in season three, I think it’s important to think back to the conversation at the end of season one immediately following the failed apocalypse, when Crowley asks, “Angel, what if the Almighty planned it like this, all along? From the very beginning?” People joke about God trying to set them up from the beginning of time, but I don’t know that it necessarily has to be a joke. The question of God’s ineffable plan is a constant throughout the series—the whole point is that it’s impossible to say what exactly God intends.

This is the exact same conflict Maria faces in the scene with the Abbess. When she objects to returning, she says, “But I pledged my life to God, I — I’ve pledged my life to his service.” The Abbess rejects the idea that this is the only possible plan that could have been intended for Maria, saying, “You have to live the life you were born to live.” Perhaps there will be something similar in season three, some way in which God communicates the same thing to Aziraphale—that loving Crowley doesn’t mean loving Her any less, that their love is holy, and that the life he is meant to live is not one pent up behind heavenly walls, but rather out in the world with Crowley.

After Maria returns, she’s reunited with the children, the Captain and the Baroness break off their engagement, lots of little plot things. What I’m interested in is the song “Something Good” (which I would just like to emphasize is sung in a gazebo... anyway). The song introduces an additional reason for Maria’s departure—namely, that she did not feel worthy of the Captain’s love, a sentiment that he returns. They both come to the conclusion, though, that they must have done “something good” to deserve having found each other. Here are some lyrics:

For here you are, standing there, loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good.

The basic theme of the song is self forgiveness, and the acknowledgement that past imperfections do not make a person unworthy of being loved. Rather, both characters here have felt themselves to be inadequate, but view the other’s love as a sign that they must, in some way, be good.

I love the idea that Crowley and Aziraphale might have a moment like this, because I think it would be massive in terms of their own self acceptance. For Crowley, Aziraphale’s love (and possibly God’s endorsement?) is proof that his fall did not make him irredeemable, that he remains a being who can love and be loved in return. For Aziraphale, Crowley’s love is an affirmation that he can honestly be forgiven for his transgressions, rather than marked forever by them (like removing the stain from his coat, allowing it to be forgotten).

Unfortunately, the movie does not end with their marriage—they still have to escape Austria after the Captain is called to serve by the Nazis. I think we can assume the Nazis parallel Hell, and say that perhaps Aziraphale and Crowley really will have to establish “their own side.” Maria has to break free of the abbey, and the Captain has to break free of the Nazis. They do this by running away, and I’m not sure Aziraphale and Crowley would ever flee Earth in the wake of the Second Coming, but I will say that it does immediately evoke the idea of the pair running away to Alpha Centauri. I do think that given the “they are bad at their jobs and did very little to seriously prevent Armageddon” joke from season one, it would be a little funny if humanity managed to save itself during a momentary retreat from Aziraphale and Crowley.

I don’t mean to imply that the blueprint of season three is found in act two of The Sound of Music, but I do think that the movie being canonically a favorite of Heaven’s, the recurring theme of the ineffability of God’s plan, and the sheer number of parallels within the plot so far make it a fair place to look for clues. Who’s to say that God’s plan wasn’t hidden in plain sight?

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the-library-of-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Yandere!Linked Universe x Reader (Part 1???)

“You Spoil Me”

Featuring Time and Wild

Sorry if they’re OOC! I really tried to be honest! Also I know in my last post I mentioned Warriors being here but I couldn’t think of anything for him. Very sorry to the Warriors fans for that!

The way each hero spoiled you left you breathless every time. If only you knew why they poured their attention on you so much.

Time

You honestly didn’t expect the older hero to buy you a new tunic when the chain made it to town. Yours had been sewn and patched up so much over the group’s travels that there was probably no fabric from your original one at this point. It was quite the relief hearing about a clothing shop that was in the nearest town that you almost begged Time to let you guys take a quick detour. Although just the mention of needing a new tunic was enough for Time to let you guys stop there. He didn’t want his darling to be sad. When you made it to the small town he offered to look around with you, making sure you wouldn’t leave them and to help look for the clothing shop. “Here it is, let’s see if they have anything you like (y/n).” Now there you were, offering to pay for the tunic and 3 extras he made you grab (“Just in case anything were to happen” he had told you). “Now my darling, there’s no need to argue. I’ll gladly pay for it, after all, you’re giving all of us a small break by bringing us to town,” The older hero smiled down at you as he spoke. You smiled back at him at the gesture, “Okay, but do I need to pay you back later?” “Only in some hugs dear.” You giggle at his comment, unaware of the dark look he had started to give the man working at the shop. The man had been eyeing you up the entire time you two were there. It was truly disgusting how that man could stare at you so, you deserved the world and more, that man could never give it to you. Looks like he had a job to do later.

Wild

You let out a small gasp at the cozy interior of Wild’s home, for some odd reason you had expected it to be more messy. You put that thought aside though as you looked at the nice dishes and platters on his dinner table. “Oh this is so cozy Wild! No wonder you love it here so much,” you smiled at him as you spoke. “Yeah it’s really nice here. I got it pretty cheap too, although even after I bought it I still had to pay a good bit for this furniture and these weapon holders,” he said as he looked around the house. You looked over at him with a smile before you started to laugh a little, “Well since we’re here now, when’s dinner?” Wild laughed at your question, “Well, I was going to take you and the group around the village first before we ate.” “Oh okay. Well let’s go then! I’m about to starve! Also, what about the others?” “They’re already “exploring” Hateno, so no need to worry about them,” he said. Why are they worried about the others? It’s our alone time. He let you grab his hand as he led you back out his house and across the small bridge connecting it and Hateno. “So, are you taking me on a tour or did you trick me into running errands for the Old Man for you?” Wild chuckled, “Neither actually, I’d thought I’d spoil you. Maybe buy you something or bring you to a little spot to relax for a bit. You’ve been a great help around here.” “Oh, you really don’t have to Link.” You called him his name. You never do that with the others. “No, I want to.” By this time, you two had already made it to the main area of town. He led you through the main path, taking you towards the ancient lab he had mentioned was there. He was silently praying that neither of you would run into the others. They would definitely ruin his treat for you, and you could barely ever say no to the other heroes’ ideas of fun for the group. “Are you taking me to the lab you had talked about?” You looked at him after asking, curiosity painting your face. “No. There’s a small path leading to the beach near here. I want to take you there. It probably looks different from the beaches you know of, but I’m hoping you love it just as much.” He had a small smile on his face as he spoke softly. You let him lead you up to the split path and down towards the beach. You noticed the weather there was a bit gloomy, but the beach was still breathtaking. When you reached the sandy shore you instantly bent down to take your shoes off and ran towards the water. “Come get in the water with me Wild!” You laughed as you spoke, kicking your feet in the water. The Champion smiled at your excitement jogging over to the shore and getting ready to take his boots off. If only you knew how he felt.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu time x reader #lu wild x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere x reader #yandere loz #linked universe fanfic

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thezoraprince · 2 years ago

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“Will You Marry Me?” - Sidon x reader

“I have no idea how to word this and I’m so sorry if it’s a bad request but randomly I just thought of Sidon and hylian reader being friends when they were younger and Sidon asking her to marry him or something (the zora way), and she just responds with “if you can ask me that same question in a hundred years, I’ll marry you” and then they meet up again a hundred years later cause we started traveling with link and now they are sitting in the same spot and Sidon asks the same question😭 I know this is really bad but like” - anon

oh. mY. GOD! THE FEELS!! the friendship. the passing of time. everything. everything about this request is great. trust me, you did the lord’s work here by sending this in :’)

i had this all written out, and wanted to wait to post this one tomorrow. however, i’m feeling emotional tonight, and i felt posting it was needed.

i hope you enjoy (because this one is probably one of my favorites) <333

y/n - your name

“When we’re old enough, will you marry me?”

you were just kids

play pretending around the Bank of Wishes

but he wasn’t playing at the moment

he was serious about his statement

“Sidon… Zora’s age a little differently than Hylians…”

“I know…”

you sighed

“If you can ask me that again in a hundred years, I will.”

Sidon laughed

he knew your answer would have been different if Hylian’s and Zora’s aged the same

however, he also knew that you were both too young to get married regardless

time passed

things changed

but your friendship never faded

never

but then

you were put into stasis

Purah and Impa thought it was best, since you were technically helping Link on his quest to save Hyrule

you wake up in a foggy haze

hardly remembering anything

‘Where am I?’

as you venture along though, your memories start to return

even before you remember Sidon and Zora’s Domain, you’re heading that way

because your body just… leads you

it remembers the things you don’t

and here you are

standing in the domain’s center

hoping that someone could lead you in the right direction

lead you to remembering why you’re here

and there’s Sidon

Vah Ruta had already been taken care of

and he was running his daily errands

when he sees you, he drops EVERYTHING in his arms

he runs to you

wrapping his arms so tightly around your body

as if you’d been missing for a century

to him, though, you had been

“Y/n!”

he’s holding you so tightly

tears streaming down his cheeks and into your hair

you’re still trying to remember

but his touch feels so familiar to you

the Zoras in the area are starting

but Sidon doesn’t care

“I’m so happy you’re safe.”

it takes some time to re-familiarize yourself with the domain

and Sidon is more than happy to help you regain your memories

he’s so understanding

and patient

oH HYLIA this man is patient

he tells you stories of your past

and stories of after you’d left

he makes everything seem so crystal clear

and once you fully regain a sense of self

and once your memories have returned

you remember what he said all those years ago

but you don’t say anything

because you know he couldn’t possibly remember something so small and silly

but still

you find yourselves sat at the Bank of Wishes

wading your feet in the water

your head laying against Sidon’s arm

and he smiles at you

“You know I love you, right?”

and you smile with a light, cheerful laugh

“I do.”

and he’s silent for a moment

he stares out into the water, thinking

“Do you remember what I asked the last time we were here? I’m sure it’s a bit fuzzy, but I wan—”

“I remember, Sidon.”

and his focus shifts to you

his eyes are wide

and he looks as if he’s seen a ghost

“I remember it well, actually. I remember the lotus flowers being in full bloom, just like they are now; how clear the sky was; how… how young we were…”

he’s silent still

“I remember.”

“Good.”

your focus on the water now

you’re half expecting him to make a joke about how young and naive the both of you were

but

he doesn’t

“My feelings for you haven’t faded, you know…”

and you simply nod, still staring at the waves in the river

he caresses your face

“Y/n…”

you turn to face him

and his eyes gleaming from the sunlight’s reflection on the water

he stares at you for just a moment before placing his lips on yours

he’s soft

he’s warm

inviting

he pulls away slowly, his hand still placed on your cheek

“Is your answer still the same?”

you don’t speak

he knows your answer

but he still wants to ask

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

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darkwitch1999 · 10 months ago

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Simpleman AU: Marinette's Voicemail

So in my last post about this AU, I mentioned that Marc tried to call Marinette thirty times after being left alone with the kids for WAY over an hour like she promised but kept getting sent to voicemail. Today while I was at work, I started thinking about what the voice messages would sound like as Marc desperately tries over and over to get a hold of Marinette. I wasn't going to write out thirty voice messages since I figured it would get repetitive and boring, but I did write out the highlights to give you a general idea of how Marc slowly breaks down with each attempt. I apologize in advance if this sucks.

Marinette’s Voicemail: You have thirty-one new messages. Playing messages…

Voicemail #1:

Marc: Hey, Marinette! It’s Marc. I hope everything’s going okay with Adrien’s costume. The kids are doing fine. Everything’s fine. I was just wondering if you happen to be on your back now. Not that there’s any need to rush back that is! Take your time! It’s just been a little over when you said you would be back and I just wanted to check in to see if everything was okay on your end. But you’re probably busy finishing up Adrien’s costume right now, so I’ll get out of your hair. If you could maybe call me back when you start heading back, that would be great. Thanks.

Voicemail #2:

Marc: Hi, Marinette! It’s Marc, again. Everything’s okay over here. No need to worry about the kids, they’re doing okay. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. I…uh noticed that you are staying a bit longer than expected…n-not that there’s a problem with that or anything. Please take all the time you need. Just please be sure to call me once you have finished up if that’s okay.

Voicemail #5:

Marc: U-Uh…hey Marinette. It’s me again checking in. I-I’m sorry if I keep bothering you…just wondering if you’re coming back soon. I-I mean…things are still fine…ish. The kids are getting a bit… “restless” and I may have sent Nathaniel out on an errand so I am kind of by myself…but everyone’s still alright. Please call me back as soon as you can.

Voicemail #10:

Marc: H-Hiiiii Marin-...NO! Manon put that down! Ella! Etta! I told you two to stop running in the house! No, no, no, no! Chris, I said no touching my mama’s bat!

Voicemail #11:

Marc: H-Hey Marinette…sorry about that last message. The children have gotten a tad bit more “restless” since the last time I called. Any chance you are almost back and just forgot to call me? I mean…that’s totally fine. I wouldn’t be upset or anything but if you do get this message…please call me.

Voicemail #15:

Marc: Marinette….heeeyyyyy…so I know I said in my last few messages to “take all the time you need”, but by any chance would you be able to cut your flirting with Adrien short and come back, please? I would really appreciate some help, please. I mean…things are still somewhat under control here, but I could use a hand…

Voicemail #16:

Marc: MARINETTE!!!!! EVERYTHING’S OUT OF CONTROL!!!!! PLEASE HELP ME, I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!!!!

Voicemail #18:

Marc: (Marc called Marinette accidentally while he was banging his head on the phone) Idiot! Marc, why do you have to be so stupid, stupid, STUPID!!!!! You just HAD to kick Nath out of the house! “Oh, don’t worry, Nath! I can handle these kids and Marinette will be back soon anyway. I’ll be fine, I swear.”. Idiot! Idiot! IDIOT!!!! What were you thinking?!

Voicemail #19:

Marc: Um…hey Marinette. Uhh…can we just pretend that the last call didn’t happen? Yeah, I think I might have butt-dialed you by mistake while I was talking about…uh…something else. I-I swear nothing that I said was directed towards you. Anyway, please call me back soon.

Voicemail #21:

Marc: MARINETTE! PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE ALREADY!!!!!

Voicemail #23:

Marc: MARINETTE, I SWEAR IF I GET SENT TO VOICEMAIL AGAIN, I WILL CALL ADRIEN MYSELF IF I HAVE TO AND TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL!!!!! DO NOT TEST ME! ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!!!!!

Voicemail #24:

Marc: H-Hey…Marinette. Look, I’m sorry if I was rude during my last couple of calls. I-I am just feeling a bit…overwhelmed and a little stressed…please don’t hate me. I swear, I wasn’t seriously going to tell Adrien. Please just call me back already…I-I…don’t know how much longer I can hold out for…

Voicemail #29:

Marc: M-Marinette…I-I’m at my l-limit…I-I don’t know what else to do! Everything is not okay! Everything is falling apart! Everything is CHAOS!!!! The girls and Chris are running wild and I don’t know how to make them stop! (Marc’s voice starts to break) Aimé is never like this! H-He’s…a-always so well behaved! He’s such a good kid! Aimé! I-I…love you s-so…much and I’m s-sorry if I never tell you enough how much of a good boy you are…

Aimé: Marc, are you sad?

Voicemail #30:

Marc: (shaky, hyperventilating breaths and sobbing are heard)......

Aimé: Marinette? It’s Aimé. Can you please call my big brother? He’s very upset right now.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Bonus⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Voicemail #31:

Hello, Marinette. I know that you are busy foolishly attempting to flirt with Adrien, so I’ll make this short. I’ve got a message…no, a warning for you all right. There is no more Marc! Reverser is back in town! And I’m coming for you, bitch! See you soon…(evil laughter)

Marinette’s Voicemail: End of messages…

So yeah...Marinette's screwed. Please feel free to share your thoughts and opinions. I'll also answer any questions regarding this post or this AU in general if you have any.

@nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @artzychic27 @princessbutterflysposts @arny20252 @imsparky2002 @msweebyness

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vwbugggie · 1 year ago

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Fame D.R. First Shift!

Hey y'all!!! Recently I've been seeing a lot of posts about living in the end or living as if you already have what it is that you want. Obviously what I want is to shift so I thought it'd be fun if a wrote out how my first shift wake up would go. So let's all just pretend for a second that I've shifted (OMG!!! CONGRATS BUGGIE!!!! THANK YOU BESTIES!!!! <333 :*)

Comments on my DR (opinions, ideas, etc.) are welcome as long as they are respectful towards me and others! Feel free to ask any questions!

If y’all with Fame DR’s (or any DR; but especially if we have DR’s in common) ever wanna chat my DM's are open, don't be shy! (No minors, sorry!)

Anti-shifters do not interact, I don't care what you think. If you are rude or disrespectful I will block you and delete your comment. I'm not going to argue with you because I simply don't care to. (If you see a rude or disrespectful comment before I can get to it I encourage you not to engage, ignore it, thanks!)

[Also for background we weren't famous when I first shifted, this was at the very beginning of My Chem. Bullets was barely in the works and Frank hadn't joined yet. I hadn't met him, but I did end up meeting him the first day I shifted at the party we went to.]

So this is how my first shift to my Fame D.R. went:

[The day after my two weeks ended and I was officially unemployed, October 1, 2001. I woke up when I felt the bed dip next to me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't move. I felt someone lightly rub my back and gently say]

Gee: Good morning, Bug. Me and Mikey have to go run some errands, afterwards we're gonna pick up Ray, then we'll all come pick you guys up. Then we'll head to the party, ok?

[He looked at me and waited for me to open my eyes.]

Buggie: Yeah, sure

[I say as I flipped over trying hide the fact that I was freaking out.]

Gee: C’mon Bug, wakey wakey

Buggie: I’m awake

Gee: Prove it

[Finally I opened my eyes and saw Gee smiling down at me, I sat up.]

Buggie: Errands, pick up Ray, then me and Abbi, got it. What time should we be ready by?

Gee: Well we want to be there by eight ish, it's (checks watch) 10:00 so probably 7:00? Gives us enough to finish errands and eat something, sound ok?

Buggie: Perfect

Gee: Oh, and eat something will you? Real food, not just a Coke. Abbi's cookin', we woulda stuck around and ate with ya, but we’re late

[I nodded my head and held out my arms (a bitch needed a hug fight me)]

Gee: Everything ok?

Buggie: [I nodded my head] Uh huh, I just had a bad dream, would you get Mikey before you guys leave?

Gee: Sure, I’ll go get him

[I held on for a second, after I let go he stands. A few minutes later Mikey appeared in the doorway.]

Mikey: Hey kid, heard you had a bad dream

[He sits on the bed]

Buggie: Yeah, I just wanted to say bye

[I hugged him, he rubbed my back lightly to comfort me]

Mikey: Wanna talk about it?

Buggie: I’m ok, I don’t wanna make y’all more late

Mikey: Eh, what’s a few more minutes?

Buggie: Really it was nothing, I don’t even really remember it anymore

Mikey: Ok, but if you need anything just call

Buggie: I will, I’ll see ya later

Mikey: See ya later, kid

The second that door closed I fully freaked out, questioning if this was real, doing reality checks, looking around, grabbing things, you know trying to make sure I was grounded. I was trying to contain my excitement and keep quiet cuz I didn't want to alarm anyone lol. After I somewhat composed myself I ran to my phone to check out my lifa app (yes that's something I kept from old shiftok lol) I explored it a bit, until I was calm, then I decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast with Abbi.

Just a lil reminder this was me living in the end! I don't want y'all to think I'm lying or anything I just thought this would be fun and helpful for my journey :)

Anyway thanks for reading! Love y'all <3333

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting community #shiftblr #shiftinconsciousness #shifting realities #quantum jumping #shifters #reality shift #desired reality #reality shifter #shifting stories #shifting consciousness #fame dr

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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CHHW - 02

intro post/m.list | wc: 1.5k | next

a/n: i think im just gonna throw this up here when i have time/nothign else to post and then as i post when it catches up to ao3. ofc if you're impatient here's the ao3 link lol

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Trailing your finger along the spines of the books in front of you, you methodically search for the one you’re looking for. So lost in your perusing, you don’t notice that someone else has entered the library until they cough, frightfully close behind you. Gasping, you whirl around, hand instinctively darting to the small dagger tucked into your skirt pockets. The inclusion of pockets had been suggested long ago by one of your stableboys and many times you’ve sent him thoughts of thanks because of it.

“I apologize,” Lord Satan says, holding out a placating hand. “I did not intend to startle you.”

“Don’t trouble yourself over it,” you reply, giving him a smile. “I was lost in thought. Was there something you needed?”

Lord Satan’s compelling green eyes flick from you to the books behind you. “I noticed that you’ve been looking for a book for some time. I’m more than willing to provide assistance if you need any.”

“Oh, would you?” you ask excitedly. “I’m still getting used to the organizational system here. And if anyone knows where it’s located, it’s probably you.”

“You flatter me.” Lord Satan tilts his head slightly. “Now, what title are you looking for?”

“It’s titled Grimorium Verium. Are you familiar with it?”

“I am,” Lord Satan replies, lips pursing slightly. “My question is, what do you need with it? A grimoire on Black Magic isn’t exactly light reading.”

Raising your eyebrows, you click your tongue at the lord. “Passing judgment on others’ reading habits? Interesting choice, Lord Satan. Why, just the other day I saw you with a copy of Heptameron.”

Lord Satan stiffens slightly, perhaps uncomfortable with the fact that you had seen him. He hadn’t exactly been in a well-traveled place at the time and you wondered if Lord Simeon knew he was studying up on angel magic, and if he didn’t, what he would think if he did know.

“And when, pray tell, did you see me with that?”

You wink, pressing a finger to your lips. “Ah ah, some secrets are still mine. Anyway, I want it because it was recommended to me back in the human realm but since it’s so heavily restricted there I haven’t been able to get my hands on it. I had been hoping the Devildom has less of a ban on books, but perhaps I was mistaken?”

“No,” Lord Satan says after a moment. “You weren’t. I’m just unused to humans searching for dark matter. If you follow me I can show you where it is.”

“That would be delightful,” you say, accepting the arm he offers you. “And while we’re here, if you’d be so kind as to share any recommendations with me I would be immensely grateful.”

“Topic preferences?” Lord Satan asks as he walks you through the towering shelves and displays.

“None,” you reply. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you found worth reading.”

You leave the library with a copy of Grimorium Verum, along with a few other books handpicked for you by the Avatar of Wrath. They were thick, with small text, and Lord Satan had warned you some weren’t translated to English, but you had accepted them anyway. The RAD library is a veritable treasure trove of information and you planned to wring everything you could out of it in the year that you had. It would be foolish not to.

On your way to the House of Lamentation, you see two familiar figures on the street, weaving in between the carriages and carts.

“Hello,” you call, waving them down. Lord Simeon and Sir Solomon were becoming more and more familiar to you, and you’ve found yourself enjoying their presence as you get to know them better. “Lovely afternoon, is it not?”

“Hello, Lady F/N,” Sir Solomon greets warmly. “It is. Were you running errands?”

“Oh, no,” you say with a laugh, lifting the pile of books in your arms. “I was merely at the library. Lord Satan suggested some books for me so I’m excited to read them.”

Lord Simeon examines the books in your grasp, a small furrow appearing between his brows. “Did you say Lord Satan suggested them?”

“Yes,” you reply. “He was kind enough to recommend them to me when I asked. Is something the matter?”

Lord Simeon starts, looking up at you hastily. “No, it’s just…”

“Just?” you prompt after a moment, wondering if he too was going to criticize your choice in literature. Lord Simeon turns to Sir Solomon for a brief moment, who, you note, looks entirely too amused by a situation that you’re confused by.

“It’s just that when Lord Satan and I last spoke, he mentioned one of the titles you hold. Specifically how dense and, er, boring he found it.”

“Oh,” you say after a moment.

“I did not mean to upset you, my lady,” Lord Simeon says, and you laugh.

“My lord, you have not. Thank you for the concern, and the truth.” You sigh. “It appears that Lord Satan is either testing me or playing a cruel prank. That is unfortunate, considering I had truly hoped to gain some insight from his favorite reading materials. It is of no matter, though,” you continue, squaring your shoulders, “for I shall finish them all and force him into a long-winded and in-depth discussion about their contents.”

Sir Solomon barks a laugh, eying you appreciatively. “That’s a response I hadn’t expected. My lady, you are truly full of surprises.”

“Well, I wish you luck in the matter,” Lord Simeon says. “I am sorry that Lord Satan found it appropriate to do such a thing.”

“Oh, no need to apologize,” you say airily. “You are not the one at fault. And in my opinion, any book written is worth reading, even if it is only to confirm how useless it is. Anyway, I must be on my way, but it was a pleasure running into you both, as always.”

“You as well,” Sir Solomon says with a small bow. “Please, let me know how it goes with Lord Satan. And I am fairly well-versed in many subjects so if you want someone to actually give you recommendations, I’d be more than willing.”

“I’m sure I’ll take you up on that offer,” you say, and soon enough you’re alone once more, striding down the cobblestone path.

A few days later finds you sitting in the garden, sipping a cup of fragrant tea as you skim through one of the books Lord Satan had given you. He was correct; they are all frightfully dense and boring, but you’re powering through. Though your hands itch to flip open Grumorium Verum, you know if you do, you’ll fail to come back to the other titles.

“Oh, Lady F/N,” Lord Asmodeus trills, entering your line of vision. His waistcoat and pants are a crisp white, and his cravat is a beautiful shade of blue, a nice pop of color. As with every time you’ve seen him, he looks impeccably put together, wearing the garments like a second skin. “I hadn’t expected to run into you out here. What have you been up to?”

You delicately mark your place in the book, closing it. “Only a bit of reading. And you?”

Lord Asmodeus sighs, slumping down. “Oh, nothing in particular. I just saw how nice it was today and decided a walk in the gardens would do me much good.”

“It is quite lovely,” you remark. “Would you care for some tea and cookies?”

“As much as I’d love to spend some time with you, my lady,” Lord Asmodeus sighs, “I do have some business to attend to shortly. Good luck on your reading!”

“Thank you, my lord.” You watch him stroll off, a small smile on your face. Your interactions with the fifth-born always leave you in a pleasant mood. After a moment, you devote yourself back to your reading.

“Asmo said I might find you out here,” a calm voice calls a few minutes later, and you look up to be met with Lord Satan. “Doing a bit of reading?”

Lord Simeon’s words echo in your head and you give Lord Satan an inviting smile. “I am! I’ve been making my way through your recommendations.”

“Have you?”

“Oh, yes,” you say, gesturing for Lord Satan to sit. “They’re not what I imagined your style to be, but if you liked them there must be some merit to them, of course. What did you think of the assertions made in Ars Memoriae? I found some of it to be fitting, based on my own personal experiences. Of course…” you continue to ramble, effectively trapping Lord Satan into a conversation he (quite clearly, in your opinion) doesn’t want to have.

Revenge is sweet, especially paired with the delicious tea. You must ask for the blend next time you run into the duke.

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simulation-machine · 10 months ago

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UPDATE 3: The Great CC Purge of 2024

CAS CC Purge: ✔️

Build CC Purge: ✔️

Yesterday was an errand-running day for me and my partner. Plus, on weekends I practice driving. (FUN FACT: I do not have a license to drive yet because I was in a car accident at the age of 9 with my mom and baby sister that gave me a decent phobia that lasted for a really long time) (but my goal was to learn how to drive a car before the age of 40 and I have my permit and did some driving lessons over the summer).

Which is to say, I’m not as far in the Buy CC Purge as I’d like. This week is gonna be schoolies slow so I’m going to take advantage of the peace.

I’m just gonna go in the order of object type in the game, starting with the Comfort category. Exciting stuff! It’ll probably be more fun than when I was doing this with build items.

Hoping I can get through at least 3 categories, so that I can get cracking on the actual deletion and remerging and reorganizing of everything. Despite being ADHD af I love organizing, I can just get lazy about keeping up with it. My current organization type has lasted me a long time and has done right by me, but since I’m always downloading new stuff, I clearly need a system that allows me to delete CC I ultimately don’t need or want ASAP. Like have a merged file called “on notice” or “temp” so I know it has fully been put into the cannon or pantheon yet or whatever.

If I keep up at my current pace I’m anticipating being done by Thursday. I’d at the very least like to get some more Orson posts up and then have a nice casual session with my new chill lesbian witch family pay save.

Anyways! Once I’m done I’ll probably detail how I went about my purge, what programs I use, and any other advice. Assuming this all works out. I just wanna get back to gameplay.

#the great cc purge of 2024 #blog upkeep #i can see just the barest big of light at the end of the tunnel #rewatching neverafter and listening to podcasts about the dune books in the background

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im-out-of-it · 2 months ago

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season 1, episode 5 discussion post

1. “Emotions are nothing but a distraction, you’re ruled by them. we’re taught to control them:” -Alec. in his own way, he’s got a point. he wasn’t able to complete the ritual or whatever so clary could get her memories. he may not be doing the best but his point is, he’s trying to control them so they don’t rule his entire being. but parabatai’s can’t fall in love (due to CC and her weird ass writing) (and the incest shit she loves) (and this is another reason why I hate Alec + jace pairing or whatever you want to call it)

2. Alec is in charge of the institute so if that means taking the portal necklace so Valentine can’t try to get in the institute, then that’s his responsibility. “If I were Valentine, I’d make you think that you could rescue Jocelyn. And then I’d lure clary to me and leverage her life for the cup.” this is actually funny because it’s almost what jace and clary do. they go and rescue Jocelyn and almost give Valentine the cup lmao

3. god these two are so fucking exhausting

4. “Valentine is a real threat. He can’t be handled by three and a half shadowhunters” HE CALLED YOUR ASS OUT 😭💀 I love that Alec doesn’t even think she’s a full ass shadowhunter because same

5. “I’ll take that risk on my own.”- clary “the problem is you’re not on your own. you’re part of us now.” thank you Izzy for telling this self involved half shadowhunter dumbass that other people are involved. literally clary is running around this place acting like she’s in charge and throwing out orders. GIRL THERE ARE MULTIPLE COMMUNITIES AND SPECIES INVOLVED BUT I GUESS CLARY KNOWS BEST?

6. and this is something that always bothers me about clary. she thinks the cup only affects her. she thinks she can go on these million errands and barely plan stuff and say a little sorry and be fine. I don’t think she genuinely cares that it’s not just about her.

7. “she sounds more like a friend than a mom.” right you are Izzy. and it’s probably why we are here because Jocelyn didn’t parent clary. I get Jocelyn wanted to keep clary safe but she should have found a way to do that while also informing clary of dangers. it reminds me of Benedict and Tatiana Lightwood. he never trained her and taught her anything but to cry and scream revenge when she didn’t get her way. even if you don’t want her to be a shadowhunter, that’s her choice to make but at least prepare her

8. I do like these two being besties. I wouldn’t want to be clary’s bestie (I mean who would? I’d die by irritation) but I like this change. in the books Izzy is mean to clary (rightfully so) but clary is also rude to Izzy in the books. she doesn’t like Izzy mostly because she’s pretty, and clary makes a point to say this about Maia. I think it’s something “curvy and pretty? oh I hate her” it’s something above those lines. Clary is so fucking misogynistic in the books. she has internal thoughts about how guys are gross and misogynistic but she’s doing the exact same thing. that’s why I do like they changed this in the show

9. I love Izzy. she’s such a girls girl

10. “you look just like your mother.”- Maryse. ok so why is everyone saying clary and Jocelyn look exactly alike? THEY DONT

11. I hated finding these gifs BUT THEY LOOK NOTHING ALIKE. even in the books, clary first starts out saying that she never saw the resemblance and how her mom is prettier and then basically goes the next couple books saying how she looks just like her. y’all aren’t the twins you think you are. Jocelyn even says how it’s the hair. clary’s hair here is orange and Jocelyn’s is more of a dark reddish brown (I think??????) I’m sorry but they look nothing alike lmao

12. Maryse comes off as a rude bitch but I can see why she’s upset. this child has been running errands, not informing the clave, and just doing whatever the fuck she wants. everything that is getting reported from the New York institute is in the hands of the lightwoods. you also have to look at it from the clave’s perspective. THEY HAVE VALENTINES DAUGHTER RUNNING AROUND

13. isn’t it kinda funny that Maryse is watching jace in admiration and next season she’s going to be helping in his arrest 💀 awkward 😬

14. “shadowhunters aren’t big huggers” Izzy says as Maryse hugs jace right in front of her 😭 barely even hugs Alec but at least he gets a kiss on the cheek. SOMEONE GIVE IZZY SOME LOVE

15. side note- I feel this for Izzy. my parents always preferred my brother over me and parents doing this in front of you hurts. poor Izzy season one

16. “I have seelie friends.”-Izzy “I know all about your friends” Maryse. girl did you just insinuate your daughter is a slut?

17. SHE IS JUST COMFORTABLE WITH HER BODY AND THATS OKAY!!!!!!!!! I really hate how a lot of people were branding Izzy a slut because of how she was dressing. CC during this time tweeted hateful shit about Em. I can’t remember the wording but it was something about how Isabelle doesn’t dress that way (which she did) and then she changed Izzy later in TDA wearing longer outfits and stuff. why does it matter how she dresses? why does it matter if she likes to fuck? men get away with it and can fuck whoever and it’s not a big deal but if a women does it, shame on her. she’s only seen so far with meliorn so why are they making her out to be some whore? who cares if she has many friends? Jace does the same but no one ever talks bad about it

18. side note- Izzy is fucking beautiful and she can wear whatever she pleases. I love her outfits and I love a woman who is comfortable with her body 👏🏼

19. “we stay separate from the downworlders for good reason. the wrong move, the wrong word. do you think there’s such thing as harmless rebellion. who knows what offends these creatures?” girl wait until you find out your son is about to date the most infamous (just saying) high warlock of Brooklyn lmao Maryse is part of the problem because she’s treating them as some enemy she can’t have civil discussions with. she treats them as almost less than and one of the reasons why valentines rebellions worked I’m assuming. I want to know what happened after Thomas and Alastair’s time of lightwoods to roberts time as lightwoods. what happened to y’all? there’s so much hate.

20. “Alec. I want you with the Fairchild girl. she’s caused enough trouble and I want her under control.” indeed she has but why must we punish Alec? 😭 boy has been through enough

21. Clary’s excuse is because she just found out about being a shadowhunter. I will give her points because this is true but she is 18 years of age. she knows right from wrong. she’s gone to school in the mundane world so she understands the world of order. one of my problems with clary is that she acts like she’s some 12 year old when she’s legally an adult. you know that every government has rules. we all get she misses her mother but when she risks the safety of everyone and is careless and self conceited, it’s hard to have sympathy for her

22. “the clave counts on us lightwoods to retain order.” GOOOOOOOO MARYSE TELL THAT CHILD BASIC COMMON SENSE

23. “What did you do to piss off your mom?”-clary “I’d guess for a start, all the unsactioned missions on your behalf didn’t go over that big with the clave.”-alec. LITERALLY SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD GO RUNNING AROUND AND THERE WOULDNT BE CONSEQUENCES SMH

24. same Alec, same. that’s how I feel when she talks

25. “I love you alec, we’re parabatai” jace, you just hurt Alec 🙃 alec really was like you love ME? poor soul

26. Alec is like that’s not what I meant bro 😭

part 2 coming near a theatre near you ✨

#anti cassandra clare #anti cc #just my stupid opinions #anti clace #anti clary fray #magnus bane #anti jace herondale #alec lightwood #show magnus is superior #show alec is superior #putting anti cc on all show shadowhunter posts because i don’t want an pro book fans hating on my shit #shadowhunter show is superior #shadowhunters tv #man this bitch is exhausting #poor Izzy and Alec

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stevesjockstrap · 1 year ago

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Excerpt of Chapter 19 (!) just posted :) This section is pretty spoiler free with some Reefer Rick

“You want me to go on a drug run with you?”

Eddie chuckled at his signature disapproving face. He pulled him closer to him in bed where they were sprawled.

“It’s not as extreme as you’re making it seem, baby. I just need to pick stuff up and make two stops. All you’d have to do is sit in the van and look pretty,” he cradled his face in his hand and caressed his thumb across his jaw. “Just some quick errands. We can grab groceries too. Then come back and relax. Okay?” He stared into his eyes. Steve seemed more put together, more himself than he had in days. He hoped the surprise later didn’t send them backwards.

Steve acquiesced with a sigh and a nod. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

He waited patiently as Steve used all of his products to get his hair perfectly styled, smirking to himself as he pulled one of Eddie’s flannels on over his own clothes.

After parking next to Reefer Rick’s boathouse, he reached over to pull Steve in for a deep kiss. “Stay here baby, I’ll be right back.” Steve hummed and nodded but when he pulled back, his face paled as he stared past him out the windshield.

Eddie turned around quickly and was immediately met with the wicked grin of Rick, a few feet away.

“Oh shit,” he breathed.

Before he could turn back to Steve, Rick was already pulling open his driver’s side door. He moved fast for an old hippie.

“Well well well,” Rick drawled as his gaze slid between the two of them. “Isn’t this a surprise?”

“Rick-“ Eddie started. He knew he was harmless and would probably only tease the shit out of them, but Steve didn’t. And he’d promised he wouldn’t have to interact with anyone.

“No no, now come inside, both of you. I insist, he held his hand out for Eddie, unnecessarily. Before Eddie could get a word out, he was pulled down off his seat.

He spun around to face Steve, who still looked unsure but had scooted across the seat towards him. He sent him a reassuring smile and reached for him. Steve wrapped a hand around his wrist and didn’t let go as he dropped onto the driveway beside them. Rick glanced shiftily into the woods around them and gestured for them to follow him into the house.

“So, introduce me to your friend, Eddie,” Rick said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“C’mon Rick, can you please pretend to be normal for like five fucking minutes?” He sighed. He waved his hand between them dramatically. “This is Steve, Steve this is Rick.”

Steve’s rich boy manners were so ingrained in him that he automatically stuck his hand out for a handshake. Eddie swallowed his snort.

Rick covered his surprise with a filthy grin as he yanked Steve closer by their clasped hands. “Impressive handshake. Are you looking for a job, Steve?”

Steve sputtered out a “No, sir,” and quickly dropped his hand.

Rick guffawed.

“Rick-“ he warned.

“Ease up, man. I’m not stealing him. But with a face like that, he could sell condoms to a nun.” Rick stepped back to give him a speculative once over. “You smoke, Steve?”

Steve shrugged, getting some bravado back. “Here and there.”

He smirked, continuing to lead them into a wide living room with windows overlooking the lake. “Well, how about here,” he gestured widely, “and there?” Rick pointed to an overstuffed loveseat.

Steve pulled Eddie down into the loveseat with him, still holding his wrist but seeming to gain some confidence. Eddie tried not to allow the resentment bubbling in his belly to show on his face at Steve following Rick’s orders.

Rick sat in the high backed chair closest to Steve, pulled the coffee table to him and rolled a joint. Silently, he lit it and passed it to Steve after taking a long hit. Rick watched him, while Eddie watched Rick. He knew this was a test, had seen him pull it on a handful of others before. But Steve had already been well versed in smoking before Eddie’s chaotic arrival in his life. Steve usually stuck to beer, but he was always fun high, more giggly and loose.

Steve puffed and passed beautifully and their circle continued. Rick sent Eddie a wink. Once he had approved of Steve, he finally left them with the last third and went to grab what they had come for. Steve stubbed out the end into the ashtray and they both stood when Rick arrived back in the room. Eddie slid the paper bag wrapped parcel under his jacket and with some goodbyes, Steve earning himself a chortle from Rick when he offered another handshake, they were out the door.

Steve let out a sigh when he was back in his seat in the van. “You could’ve warned me,” he huffed.

“Baby, I didn’t know. He never meets me in the fucking driveway. A lot of the time I have to beat on his doors and windows to wake him up. You handled it all incredibly, though, don’t worry. And Rick, as strange as he is, he’s cool. He’s about as good as family to me, saw through my dad’s lies back in the day and would try to send things my way. Toys, books, notebooks. Things kids need but aren’t usually high on the list when you’d rather buy drugs or steal cars. He’s the one who first convinced me to pick up a guitar.” He reached over to squeeze his thigh. “I’m sorry you had to get thrown into the boyfriend test or whatever that was. You okay?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I’m glad I met him. Wish it wasn’t quite as awkward, but when do you ever have normal social interactions?” He actually huffed a laugh and it reassured Eddie more than it should.

“You’ve got me there,” he grinned. “You ready for actual errands?” Steve grinned back and settled back in his seat, pulling Eddie’s hand back onto his thigh.

#deansdemondick #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve/eddie #mine #reefer Rick #ao3fic #ao3 link

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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Across the Universe Chapter 1: Have We Met Before

(Written for Momoharu Week 2023 Day 1: Trust)

Story Description: The most interesting thing "Kaito Momota" had ever done in his life was stupidly sign up for a death game as an impulsive teen. With his ridiculous and life-threatening choices behind him and completely forgotten, however, he tries his best to live a normal life--keeping up with his university classes and his part-time job as a waiter at a sushi restaurant across the street from the planetarium. When he meets and befriends the strangely familiar Maki Harukawa, a quiet and standoffish education major who is shouldering a painful secret, however, he starts to unravel the truth of his past and begins to wonder if love can exist across the universe.

Written for Momoharu Week 2023. Each chapter corresponds to a different day's prompt, but the story is cohesive.

Chapter 1 Excerpt: Every so often with no real rhyme or reason to it, she’d appear—walking on the opposite side of the street either coming or going from the planetarium. That whole summer I was waiting the outside tables at the sushi restaurant, so I got a front row seat to “Planetarium Girl” as I began to call her—never quite being able to call to mind her actual name.

Written for Momoharu Week 2023. Day 1: Trust.

Fandom: Danganronpa V3

Genre: Romance, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Fix-It(?), Everyone Lives AU, Retrograde Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Multi-Chapter

Relationships: Momoharu (Maki Harukwawa/Kaito Momota Romantic Relationship). Minor relationships: Maki Harukawa & Shuichi Saihara & Himiko Yumeno Friendship and Kaito Momota & Shuichi Saihara & Himiko Yumeno Friendship

Characters: Kaito Momota (POV Character) and Maki Harukawa. Shuichi Saihara and Himiko Yumeno also make some appearances.

Rating: T for Thematic Elements and Some Language (Please see "Warnings" below for more details)

Warnings: Heavy themes (i.e. grief, emotional trauma, & survivor guilt), mentions of (non-depicted) past deaths and death games. SPOILERS for Danganronpa V3.

Chapter 1 Word Count: 2775

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

Link to chapter 2 coming soon...

Chapter 1 below the cut. Thank you for reading! 💜

I’ll never forget the first time I saw “Planetarium Girl.” I was wiping down one of the outdoor tables at the sushi restaurant where I worked when I saw a wave of dark hair and heard the clip-clopping sound of her shoes on the pavement. She turned and glanced over at me, and when I met her eyes, I could have sworn I knew her—had known her all my life. It was one of those cosmic experiences they talk about in the movies…or maybe she was just a former classmate of mine I had forgotten or I had seen her at the park or the supermarket. The whole experience was giving me déjà vu, and I couldn’t do anything but stare at her and no, not just because she was pretty—though I admit I noticed that too. It was impossible not to. But I swear I’m not some kind of creep—I really was just wracking my brain trying to figure out where we had met before. I couldn’t call to mind her name, her hobbies, her favorite color, if we were friends, coworkers, classmates or just strangers who bumped into each other running errands. But I knew her face and that sadness that passed over her eyes when she looked at me made my chest ache.

She turned away quickly and disappeared into the planetarium across the street. I’ll admit I was a little disappointed. I was hoping she would stop by the restaurant, maybe even get seated in my section by a stroke of luck and I’d get a little more time to figure out how I knew her. Instead, she vanished, and it wasn’t long before my manager walked by and quipped, “Stop making goo goo eyes and get back to work.”

I tried to shake off that weird sense of déjà vu and forget the whole thing. I figured that I’d probably never see her again, but I was wrong. Every so often with no real rhyme or reason to it, she’d appear—walking on the opposite side of the street either coming or going from the planetarium. That whole summer I was waiting the outside tables at the sushi restaurant, so I got a front row seat to “Planetarium Girl” as I began to call her—never quite being able to call to mind her actual name. I began to wonder if she worked there or maybe she was just really into space or something. A science student, perhaps—future rocket scientist and ultra-intelligent. It made me question even more how I could know someone like that. I got by in school and was somehow muddling through my university classes—juggling them and my part-time job. I was never particularly ambitious and only enrolled in university in the first place since I felt like I owed it to my grandparents after what I put them through as a rebellious teenager.

Most teens rebelled by partying, dying their hair or getting a tattoo, but I took out my teen angst by signing over my bodily autonomy to a reality tv show death game. Not the best decision I had ever made in my life. To be honest, I didn’t remember a thing about it. The doctor said it was retrograde amnesia. Baba, my grandmother, said it was a blessing.

We never really discussed the death game beyond teary-eyed Baba spluttering about how awful it was to have to watch some version of me fight for my life—whatever that means. I figured it was probably for the best that I didn’t remember something so horrible, but still it was hard not to feel like I had missed out on a whole chunk of my life even if it was traumatic. I tried not to think about it, but it had been on my mind a bit since the company who ran the thing was in the middle of a huge, highly publicized lawsuit at the moment. You would have thought a couple of bigwig executives would realize you can’t facilitate the deaths of minors on international tv without repercussions, but apparently not.

Having promised Baba that I’d turn over a new leaf and move forward, I didn’t want anything to do with the lawsuit—that didn’t stop the lawyers from sending a bunch of materials over though. I just shoved them in a box somewhere, not that it mattered. The way I saw it, everyone makes stupid choices sometimes, and even if my choices were way more stupid (and life threatening) than most, it didn’t help me or anyone to sit around wallowing in regret over them, so I moved forward and tried to live as decent and as normal a life as I could now—muddling my way through classes and waiting tables and wondering how in the world I knew “Planetarium Girl.” I didn’t know what it was about her that had me so focused on trying to figure out why she looked so familiar to me. It bothered me for months until finally, one evening in the late summer after an extra shift I picked up for someone else, I decided to check out the planetarium for myself. No, I wasn’t following her there. I just wanted to see what the big deal was—it had to be a pretty amazing place if “Planetarium Girl” kept visiting it over and over. So I bought a ticket. What could it hurt?

The kid running the ticket booth had thick rimmed glasses too big for his baby face and was way too excited about this new planetarium show about the moon they were showing just for the summer. He said I was lucky that I decided to come in before they retired it since it was only a limited engagement and pointed me in the direction of some practically abandoned exhibits about the stars and planets. I perused them—mainly just looking at the pictures and skimming over the accompanying text—until it was almost time for the final planetarium show of the night.

As soon as I walked through the door, my breath hitched. There was Planetarium Girl sitting a few seats into a row midway down the aisle. I took a deep breath—feeling a little nervous all of sudden. What if she thought I was some sort of creep who had followed her here? I tried to remind myself to calm down and play it cool, as I casually made my way down the aisle to her row.

“Can I sit here?” I asked with a slight shrug of my shoulders. She turned and blinked at me with wide, dark eyes. Whether she recognized me or not didn’t show on her face in the slightest. She quirked an eyebrow at me and glanced around at the practically empty planetarium—deserted aside from an older couple about thirty rows over. I fidgeted. Of course she was about to call me out for asking to sit near her when the place was empty.

I chuckled awkwardly, ready to cut my losses and forget the whole thing, when she finally shrugged and muttered, “Okay.” Her voice was monotone—didn’t inspire much confidence that she didn’t mind me sitting near her, but she didn’t say “no” so that was at least something.

As I took my seat, I tried not to stare at her—wracking my brain about where I had seen that wave of dark hair and those thoughtful dark eyes before. Still nothing. I couldn’t for the life of me place her, though she looked extremely familiar to me.

“Do you come to the planetarium often?” I asked. She blinked at me—a bit icy as if she didn’t want to be disturbed. I swallowed hard, but she shrugged curtly.

“Sometimes.”

“I’ve never been before. I work at a restaurant across the street so I’ve been seeing people coming and going from the planetarium all summer and was kind of curious about what all the fuss is about”—I chuckled lightly—”The guy at the ticket counter seems to think this is an amazing show about the moon—a must see, but I guess he’s probably paid to say that…what do you think?”

A pause. “It’s alright.”

“Are you a…rocket scientist or you want to be an astronaut or something or do you just really like space?” The words were awkward. I was mentally kicking myself as soon as they tumbled out of my mouth. What was wrong with me?

Something flickered across Planetarium Girl’s eyes and the expression of her face softened. “No…not me. You?”

I laughed. “Oh heck no. I’m not smart enough for that. I’m barely making it through my classes as it is—there’s no way I’d be able to be a rocket man.”

“Rocket man?” her brow furrowed in confusion but there was something undeniably sad in her eyes.

“Oh no—just like the song, you know? There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s actually pretty cool—it’s just I’m not smart enough for rocket science,” I panicked—words racing and stumbling as I tripped over them. Gosh, I was bad at this. “But it’s totally fine if you are—or if someone is. It’s—it’s actually really cool.”

She blinked but didn’t say anything, and before I could further put my foot in my mouth the lights of the planetarium dimmed marking the beginning of the show. I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or disappointed.

I had to admit the ticket guy was right—it was a pretty cool planetarium show about the moon though I probably would have enjoyed it more if I wasn’t so busy mentally kicking myself for my awkward conversation with Planetarium Girl. I didn’t even learn her name, and knowing that I would probably forever regret it if I didn’t at least try to introduce myself, I resolved that I’d try to talk to her one last time as soon as the show was over.

“That was pretty good,” I said, turning to her with a slight, lopsided grin when the lights came back on in the planetarium. She shrugged her shoulders. “I can see why you want to come to see it over and over.”

Her dark eyes narrowed, and I cleared my throat—my face growing suddenly warm. “I mean…you…like not you personally but just you as in a person, anyone—someone…” The silence which followed was deafening and I started to panic. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just started rambling, hoping something I said would help salvage the situation. “I’m not a stalker, I promise. I just work across the street and wait the outside tables and so I see people coming and going a lot and you seem to come and go a lot sometimes from the planetarium and you looked really familiar to me so…I would notice sometimes when you passed by because I was trying to figure out…have we met before?”

I managed to cut myself off before I dug the hole any deeper. Planetarium Girl blinked at me, and I could’ve sworn she was going to storm off but she repeated, “I…look familiar to you…?”

Though this was quickly one of the most awkward moments of my life, I somehow managed a quick nod and admitted, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where I know you from, but you do look familiar—I…have we ever met somewhere before?”

There was a long, heavy pause. The dark tile floor was looking more and more inviting to me—maybe if I wished hard enough, I could sink into it.

“No, we haven’t.”

“Oh…” I tripped over my words. Was this whole awkward situation really all for nothing? “Well I feel pretty stupid now...” I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she mumbled turning away abruptly from me to gather up her things.

“Have you ever been to the restaurant across the street? I…work there sometimes so maybe—”

“No,” she cut me off.

“Oh okay…well…maybe we just saw each other on the train or something…”

“Maybe.” Bag in hand she stood in front of me blinking—as if waiting for me to move out of her way so she could go.

“Listen, uh…I’m really sorry. I don’t think we got off on the right foot. Can …can we start over?”

There was no response, but I continued anyway—introducing myself properly, mentioning I was a university student and a part-time waiter at the restaurant across the street. I said it was nice to meet her and thanked her for letting me sit next to her, and I asked her name. To be honest, I didn’t really expect her to tell it to me, but she sighed and though she wouldn’t look at me, she replied, “It’s Maki Harukawa.”

“Maki—like a maki roll?” I teased, and she froze—her shoulders stiffening, but she didn’t say anything. Chuckling a little, I continued just to fill the awkward silence. “It’s my favorite kind of sushi. You like sushi, Maki-roll?”

I chuckled teasingly, though instantly regretted it when her eyes widened with something stormy and pained. I may have been overreacting a little, but I could have sworn she looked like she was about to cry. Something twisted in my chest. I had no idea where those words even came from or why I thought they were remotely okay. “Sorry…” I scrambled. “That was just a stupid joke—a bad pun…I…I get into this sushi mode when I’m at work and I—” I stopped. “Sorry, that was really rude of me. I don’t even know why I said that. I—”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted quietly. “I just never thought I’d get to—” She stopped abruptly and turned her whole body away from me—twisting her hair. There was something soft in her eyes—something gentle and kind, almost embarrassed and…bittersweet. “I’ve…I’ve never really been to a sushi restaurant before.”

“Seriously?” I blurted without thinking. Then, cleared my throat. “Well uh…I know you probably hate me now since I’ve been nothing but rude and awkward to you”—I chuckled awkwardly—”But if you don’t completely hate my guts, would you let me buy you a meal across the street? It’s the least I could do.” I shrugged my shoulders and offered her a lopsided grin. “No pressure or anything—just a friendly dinner and an apology for making things awkward…”

Maki sighed. “I don’t know…I…”

I tilted my head and smiled at her—my expression softening. “It’s really good—one of the best sushi places in the city, trust me.”

As I met her eyes, her cheeks flushed pink. Shrugging my shoulders, I held out my hand to her. In a movie or something, this would be the part where I’d say something cheesy like “Do you trust me?” even though I had given her every reason not to trust me. Of course, I knew I was a trustworthy guy, but she didn’t know that.

My fingers twitched as I began to recoil my hand, but Maki took a deep breath and averted her eyes to the ground. “Okay,” she said. My smile widened, but I tried not to look too giddy as she reached out and gave my hand a firm shake. She had killer grip—I really wasn’t expecting that. “But just a few sushi rolls, nothing more.”

“Of course,” I replied with a nod and a smile—blissfully unaware that this one decision would set in motion a chain of events which would lead me here, to this moment where years later, I’m standing in front of her door armed only with my feelings and the truth, remembering how naïve I was, how clueless, how stupid I was back when she was only “Planetarium Girl”, back when I only wanted to get to know her and learn why it was I had this unshakable sense of déjà vu whenever I saw her, back when I didn’t know the truth and didn’t trust my own feelings.

I know the truth now—know I should have trusted my gut instinct, should have known that we had met before…because now, I’m here, staring at the brass doorknob and the dark wood of her front door, wondering how I’m going to tell her that I finally know everything and how I’m going to convince her that it doesn’t change anything. Now, I can only trust that she will believe me when I finally tell her that whether we’re in that world or this one or any universe at all, I love her.

#momoharu week 2023 #momoharuweek2023 #momoharu #kaimaki #harukaito #part 1 of 7

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theshatteredrose · 1 year ago

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Secrets: Best Left Untold? (Chapter 4) - Etrian Odyssey Untold 2 Fanfiction

AN: New chapter for the New Year! Hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 4:

The tearoom was nice and cosy and the fireplace was lit and blazing. With his ankle resting upon a pillow and in the chair closest to the crackling fire, Flavio had to admit that having a lazy day doing nothing was a nice change.

He still liked to keep himself busy, however.

With him, he had the monster codex. Yeah, running from a swarm of monsters was not the best circumstances to study a new breed of monsters. But he could try to sketch them, at least. And it would keep him preoccupied long enough for Fafnir to return from doing Flavio’s usual morning errands.

Oh, he also turned over the vase of flowers to Hana and they were displayed at the front counter with the note, hoping the true recipient would come forward and claim them. He hoped that whoever delivered them did not inadvertently cause a greater riff between the couple by delaying the gift.

He hoped someone claimed them. They were nice flowers.

“We’re back!”

‘We’…?

The answer to his silent question was answered when Fafnir walked into the tearoom followed closely by Arianna.

Oh…It appeared that Arianna finally got that cosy little stroll through the town that she wanted.

Flavio managed a smile, pushing back the unwanted bubble of jealousy. “Ah, welcome back. Did you-?”

He found himself pausing mid-sentence, however, when he probably looked at the two. Fafnir appeared agitate; his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. Not profound, true. But more than enough for someone like Flavio, who had known him for countless years, to noticed.

Even Arianna seemed…not exactly upset. Perhaps rattled, which was rather unsettling as she, too, was quite adept at keeping her emotions controlled behind an air of dignity and serenity.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Had the two had a disagreement or sorts?

“Just ran into some asshole in the street,” Fafnir replied simply and dismissively. He then presented the brown paper bag in his arms toward him. “Here. I haven’t been to the post office yet. I wanted to deliver the shopping before I did that.”

Flavio was not entirely convinced but decided not to press the issue. “Oh?” He quickly retrieved the goods and offered a smile in return. “And to check in on me?”

That prompted a small, half smile from Fafnir. “And to check in on you. Good to see that you haven’t been up walking about on your ankle.”

Honestly? Flavio had thought about it. He wanted to sneak a peek on the front counter to see if the vase of flowers for a “beloved wife” had been claimed yet. He was sure it was already the talk of the inn. Ah, that could also be the reason why it had not been claimed yet. Who would want to come forward due to all the gossip?

“I’ll head back out there and brave the masses,” Fafnir said before he presented Flavio with a very pointed look. “And you, I want to have a chat with you about your work load.”

Flavio rolled his eyes with a smile, setting the shopping onto the coffee table in front of him. “It’s not that bad. Besides, I like to keep busy.”

“You do need to relax once in a while.”

“Well, I’m relaxing now.” True it was kinda against Flavio’s choice, but semantics. “So, hurry up with the chores so you can join me.”

“Right, right.”

Fafnir turned to leave, but his gaze fell upon Arianna, who had been uncharacteristically silent during the whole exchange. She remained close to the doorway of the tearoom, her hands clasped elegantly in front of her, and her gaze focused upon the floor before her. She, however, had a faraway gaze to her eyes. Lost to her own thoughts.

“Arianna?”

At the sound of her name, Arianna snapped out of her revere and a smile automatically appeared on her lips.

“I must respectfully decline,” Arianna said, which was honestly quite surprising. “I had just remembered that there is something I must attend to here. Do take care, Sir Fafnir.”

With a small smile, Arianna turned and walked out of the room. Her back straight and her steps silent, her movements were graceful. Those true to a princess, but to Flavio, they were troubling.

A small, selfish part of himself told himself that he should be relieved. But his rational side was genuinely concerned. He wondered what truly happened during their morning stroll. It felt to him it was more than just an encounter with some inconsiderate local. Perhaps he should talk to Fafnir about it later?

Fafnir stood still, staring in the direction Arianna disappeared in. He uttered a hefty sigh a moment later before he turned to glance back in Flavio’s direction. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Ok, be careful on those icy paths,” Flavio replied.

Fafnir offered him a small smile before he, too, left the room. And left Flavio alone, with only the crackling of the fireplace for company.

He set his monster codex aside for the time being and busied himself sorting through the shopping items. With Abigail being ever-diligent, he knew everything would be accounted for. So, he was simply sorting through the items to keep his mind and hands busy. Medicals items together in one pile while the other held other exploring essentials.

Must always ensure that his explorer’s kit was up to date, after all. And, more importantly, plenty of Ariadne Threads.

With everything accounted for, he better take his supplies back to his room.

Carefully returning everything back into the paper bag, Flavio rested it into the crook of his elbow and reached for his walking stick. His ankle was still a little sore, in all honesty. It should not be that much of a surprise. It was a weight bearing joint, after all.

The inn was rather quiet for that time of the morning, though it was likely due to the explorers who called it home had all ventured to the labyrinth. And as he walked through the foyer, he took note that the vase of hydrangeas was still present, sat atop of the front counter. Even if they were never claimed, they offered a fresh, floral scent and vibrant colours to the room.

It took some manoeuvring for Flavio to climb the stairs, but he thankfully did so without making a fool of himself or making a mess.

Which was incredibly fortunate as he passed an elderly gentleman, a veteran explorer by appearance with long messy black hair with silver streaks, who hogged the banister. With a bag over his shoulder and a hand rubbing the small of his back, the guy mumbled about aches and pains, and damn kids these days leaving things out on the floor as he passed.

Flavio had no idea if the guy was taking a swipe as him for some reason, so just ignored him. He had more important things to concentrate on.

Yet, as he hobbled down the hall to his room, a bright colour of yellow immediately caught his attention.

Before his door, on the floor, was another vase of flowers. Daffodils. If he remembered correctly, they were not easily grown around High Lagaard, so they were not easy to get a hold of. Quite expensive.

Instinctively, Flavio glanced up and down the hallway. Yet again, empty. Just like it was last night.

Huh? Did the courier make another mistake?

Hitching his shopping into the crook of his arm, Flavio leaned against the wall next to his bedroom door as he reached into his pocket to retrieve his room key. He pushed the door open and carefully edged around the vase of daffodils to step inside. He deposited the shopping bag onto the bed before turning and quickly hobbling back to the flowers.

He figured that last night’s sender had gotten the room number’s wrong and the courier simply did their job. They may not even have taken noticed of the flowers on the front counter. Not part of their job or something.

That had to be the only explanation. Thankfully, like the first, there was a fold card amongst the flowers.

‘Did you not enjoy the flowers…Flavio?’

Wait, what?

‘I picked them for you. They were my wife’s favourite. I thought you would enjoy them, also.’

A feeling of utter confusion washed over Flavio as he re-read the card. It…did not make any sense to him. Who-? What-?

He quickly looked at the bottom of the card, yet there did not appear to be a signature or name of the one who sent it. Nothing remotely similar.

Who would…?

It…could not be that guy, could it? From the other day. That guy who claimed Flavio looked just like his deceased wife.

The card mentioned wife. Both cards did. But he had not read the first card in its entirety. Maybe he should head downstairs and do that. Fafnir did not necessarily react negativity to it, though. Just thought the sender was a loser.

But the mention of wife at all…it was too much of a coincidence. Wasn’t it?

Whoever the guy was, he…moved quickly, if it was him. It had been, what, two days? One and a half if he counted last night. How could he have found his name and what room he stayed in?

…Gossip was pretty potent around High Lagaard, though.

No, no, it could not be him. He was getting a head of himself. Someone could just be playing a prank of him. Someone could have overheard the conversation and thought it would be hilarious to play a prank on the both of them for some inexplicable reason. The streets were busy, after all.

It was just…too bizarre.

Flavio would…keep the note. Tuck it away in a drawer somewhere and place the flowers downstairs. Fafnir might get the wrong idea if he kept them. Besides, they were pretty flowers and they would be better off down in the foyer.

Speaking of Fafnir, he better get his butt back down into the tearoom before he returned. He might get some scolding from him if he found him up and about walking on his injured foot.

The bottom drawer of his desk was hardly used, so Flavio would stash the note in there for the time being. And with the inn relatively empty, he would be able to place the second vase of flowers with the first and just pretend not to know where it came from. Or something.

He would look at the first one differently now that he had the knowledge that it was actually meant for him.

Should he tell Fafnir?

A part of him did not want to. He had enough on his plate, with the Fafnir Knight curse, needing to get stronger, and, you know, potentially saving High Lagaard from unknown danger.

There was no way he was going to add to his stress.

Some idiot sending flowers to mock him was not worth worry about.

Hitching the flowers in his elbow, Flavio tossed the note aside and made doubly sure to lock the door to his room. He carefully, but quickly made his way into the foyer and breathed a sigh of relief to find it empty still. He placed the daffodils next to the hydrangeas and snatched up the other note, shoving that into his pocket to keep with the first in his room.

As Flavio settled back into the tearoom, he frowned to himself when he realised that the chair he had chosen, the most sought after one during the cold season he had been told, had the disadvantage of having his back facing the windows to the back garden. Though, he argued with himself that it was better than to have his back facing the door. The windows were closed tightly. The door, however, was not.

Yeah, he was feeling a little paranoid.

He hoped Fafnir returned soon. He could not stop that prickly feeling on the back of his neck. It was unsettling knowing that some potentially faceless, nameless individual knew where he slept and was messing with him. There was no way those flowers were genuine.

“Oh, Flavio dear. I hope you’ve been staying off that ankle of yours and staying warm.”

Flavio looked up from his monster codex and immediately smiled when inn owner and matron, Hana, walk into the room. With a silver tray in her hands. Upon it appeared to be a small porcelain teapot, a couple of teacups, and a few rich and creamy baked goods.

Oh, did she make something for him? How thoughtful!

“Of course,” Flavio replied, telling a small lie as he lifted his ankle from the coffee table and pushed aside the pillow to allow for Hana to place down the tray before him. “I wouldn’t want to wander too far. I might lose my spot by the fire.”

“Oh yes, this chair is the most coveted,” Hana joyfully chortled. “Wait until the winter blizzards. I’ve seen guilds go to war over that chair!”

S-she was joking, right?

“By the way, I just noticed a new vase of flowers has been added to the hydrangeas. Could our mystery couple still be fighting?”

Flavio hid a grimace. “Oh, really? I didn’t hear anything.”

Hana huffed, slightly bewildered. “Oh well, I’m never the one to turn down flowers. They certainly do brighten up the place!”

He was glad that someone found joy in them. Would be a shame for them to go to waste. Wasn’t the flowers’ fault that the sender was being a jerk.

“I’m back. Again.”

Flavio immediately perked up and looked behind Hana. “And welcome back,” he greeted as Fafnir approached, in his arms a few letters and envelopes.

“Oh, good,” Hana greeted also. “You’re just in time for some tea. That should warm you up.”

Fafnir nodded as he handed the letters to Flavio before he shrugged off the thick winter coat. “The wind is getting colder.”

“The northern wind usually starts this time of day. That is why the morning are usually so busy!” Hana explained before she hustled Fafnir toward the seater closest to the one Flavio occupied. “Sit sit, time to warm those frosty toes of yours.”

And with a slight hum, Hana toddled from the room. Both Flavio and Fafnir watched until the motherly inn-keeper was out of sight and hearing range before they both turned to each other.

“Is your hand ok?” Flavio asked quietly.

Fafnir raised his scarred, cursed hand and flexed his fingers. “A little stiff from the cold. But it’s thankfully not painful.”

“Ah, thank goodness.”

Huh, just like he thought. The paranoia that Flavio felt before was gone.

“Pour yourself some tea and get yourself warmed up,” Flavio went on to say. “We’ve got nothing else to do for the rest of the day, right?”

Fafnir curled his hand into a fist and a smile appeared on his lips. “Right. We’ll have a lazy day today.”

That sounded good. Especially if that meant he could spend time with Fafnir in the tearoom. Just the two of them. In front of the warm, cosy fireplace…

“Oh, Arianna, are you going for a walk?”

Both Flavio and Fafnir raised their heads upon the sound of Hana’s voice, and their brows furrowed with confusion simultaneously. It would have been comical, if they were not bothered by the conversation occurring in the foyer.

“Oh, yes. Just a very short one,” Arianna replied, her voice sounding cheerful, yet not quite as bubbly as she usually presented herself to be. “I just realised I, too, have a few errands that I needed to attend to. I’ve been, um, distracted as of late.”

Yeah, she had been rather…preoccupied.

Hana chortled in her usual exuberant manner. That only a mother could do. “Don’t stay out too late. The northern winds are surely to leave you cold.”

“Oh, thank you for your concern, but I will be all right. I will return shortly.”

A moment later, the large oak doors of the inn entrance were heard creaking open and then closing shut. Funny, Flavio had not heard them all day, but at that exact moment, they were quite loud.

Amazing how loud and obvious things could be when one was listening for them.

“Arianna has a crush on me, doesn’t she?” Fafnir suddenly blurted out.

Flavio did his best to hide a wince. So, he had noticed. Well, how could he not, he supposed. “Yeah, she does.”

Fafnir leaned forward to busy himself with pouring himself a cup of tea. “Someone asked if the two of us going for a walk together was a date.”

Flavio’s hands instinctively clenched, digging into the material of his pants. “Did they now?”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“Ah.” He unclenched his hands. “I see.”

Did he sound too happy at that?

Fafnir poured tea into the second cup. “I made sure to tell them that,” he said, lifting the second cup. And handing it to Flavio. “I didn’t want anyone to make that mistake.”

With a small smile, Flavio gratefully received the cup. His fingers brushing against Fafnir’s. A touch that, perhaps, lingered a little too long. Or, perhaps, it did not last long enough. “That would make things awkward, wouldn’t it?”

“Especially since she is like a sister to me.”

Hah, sister…that was greatly reassuring.

Was…that the reason why Arianna was so rattled? Flavio felt for her, he truly did. It must have been a painful thing to endure, hearing those words. To have the notion of a date outright rejected, just like that. It would have been for him. Absolutely.

Yet, he was also relieved. Knowing how Fafnir really felt for her eased his own peace of mind.

“Have you…told her that?”

“Not…specifically.”

That was fair, honestly. No one with a kind, protective nature like Fafnir would want to be the one to break someone’s heart. Not the heart of someone he regarded as a sister. No brother wanted to do that.

Perhaps Arianna did not need to be told?

But maybe he was just hoping she did not. That kind of conversation…it was one no one truly wanted to have. It was emotional, draining. No one truly knew how the other would react.

Hearts were such fickle things.

“By the way,” Fafnir suddenly began. “I noticed a second vase of flowers on the front counter.”

Flavio was grateful that he had not been drinking at the time. He might have accidentally burnt his lips, if he had. It was difficult enough to keep a straight face. “Y-yeah. Someone else must have gotten them and followed my example.”

As endearing as Fafnir’s protectiveness was, he was sure to be even more protective toward him if he found out that the first was not a mistake and he had received a second just a few hours later.

Hopefully, after the second rejection, whoever was sending them would take the hint and leave him alone.

The only man he wanted in his life was Fafnir, after all.

#etrian odyssey #etrian odyssey untold 2 #fanfiction #secrets: best left untold #flavio #fafnir #fafnir/flavio

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crystaiskiess · 2 years ago

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Okay, first, I had planned to post something today in honor of s3 (!!!) (another one of those scene + show edits) but didn’t have the time, but I’m going to make one like this week (maybe end up using scenes from this chapter because aaaa). Second, I have so many thoughts about this chapter that I’m going to leave a comment on it on ao3. So, here are my aaaaa thoughts and my ao3 comment will probably actually sound coherent lol.

The relationships!!! I love how you write relationships in their complexities. Morgana and Arthur’s relationship being a focus in this really fits, especially the difference in the beginning versus the end.

All he could feel was her absence. They were like two pieces of cotton woven to make a string, his life does not exist if not alongside hers. Even when they were not directly interacting he would see her at every moment throughout the day. Now, her empty seat at dinner seems to dominate the space, consuming his attention, memories of her in the halls and his chambers haunt him like a ghost. The one time he dared to go to her chambers the emptiness felt like an aching wound. Morgana entered his life when he was five years old, he doesn’t know a time when she wasn’t in the castle with him. She has always been a sister to him, and he misses her like a limb.

That being in the first four paragraphs, god my heart was being torn out of my chest already. I knew the chapter would hurt, but I hadn’t been expecting it to hurt that fast. I sat down, finally able to read after running errands, and was immediately kicked in the chest at full force. Then we have Morgana’s perspective later, and once again, kicked in the chest.

Morgana looks up from the cauldron with a start. “Not Arthur.”

That one line had me have to stop for a second because I love the dynamic. They love each other so very dearly that they see each other as siblings without even knowing they’re siblings. Often times, we don’t get to see that explored in fics because it’s kind of hard to know in canon. Or at least my opinion because we don’t understand if Morgana has entirely changed or there’s still some “good” (for a lack of a better word) left in her.

I will say that Gwen’s pov of Morgana actually made me want to sob. Honestly, your writing just makes me feel all the emotions of the characters, so it’s not surprising that they’re in some distress that I’m in distress. As I’ve said before, you have such a strength in emotion writing. If you have any tips, please share because I’m always blown away every time I read OAFK (which has been several times).

Where Gwen had once kept careful distance, Morgana pulled her in with both hands into her open arms. They grew beyond the role of maid and mistress, developing a true friendship that Gwen cherishes more than most other things in her life.

I’m trying to not like quote it too much, because it makes these get so long but it’s these two sentences that just started off their established relationship and getting ready to see what it is now. Also, the knowledge of how Morgana feels/felt for Gwen doesn’t make it hurt but does at the same time. I’m pretty sure it’s chapter nine where we’re introduced to Morgana’s love for Gwen, but it’s chapter thirteen where she thinks that Gwen knows she loves her (or maybe I misinterpreted that). They both love each other so deeply, regardless of if in different ways, and seeing that fall apart a little just hurts. It hurts Gwen, so it hurts me.

I have many thoughts and feelings about Morgana and Merlin, but that will make this probably 2k+ words long, and I’ll just do it in a comment on the chapter! Also, do not feel bad about changing the update schedule!!! You take the time you need to update! There’s nearly 300k words currently, we can just reread it a million times. It’s fun because you get to see more and more details every time!

HELLO !! im so sorry it took me so long to get to this, i read it immediately but it made me so happy i truly didn't know how to respond (also genuinely squealed over your ao3 comment too, you dont know how much it means to read analysis about my work i love it so much thank you)

morgana and arthur's dynamic is truly one of the most important things to me so im so glad you enjoyed this chapter and how i addressed them, i feel like the idea of her turning truly on arthur seems impossible to me when he technically had done nothing to her yet to make her feel betrayed, so it was important to me to show how much they love each other (this may come to hurt teehee)

and yes gwen and morgana !!!! the tragedy of what happens to them shouldnt be overlooked and there's absolutely more of that to come so look forward to that 👀

and thank you for your kind words about the update schedule !! it means a lot, it wasn't my ideal situation but id much rather continue posting regularly and just more spaced apart than have to hiatus so its the way it has to be !!

seriously thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind comments and all your thoughts i keep coming back to them it just makes me so happy !! and thank you again for reading !!

#oafk #tj talks #not-rome

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nancypullen · 2 years ago

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Thursday Night

The mister has gone out to take some night photos of possibly creepy places, so I’m at home watching Dateline. I made big salads for dinner and then we ate coconut ice cream bars. Those two sentences sum up our Thursday night. This is retirement, folks. I actually spent a good fifteen minutes watching the sprinkler today. A couple of weeks ago we raked up the three inch layer of small landscape rocks that the previous owners used for their fire pit. It was right off of the patio, they hadn’t used any sort of weed cloth or barrier, and it was an awful, messy, weedy spot. Once we got the rocks up, Mickey spread some dirt and grass seed and now we’re babying that little patch to make sure the grass grows. That’s why I spent fifteen minutes watching the sprinkler today - that actually sounds better than I was watching grass grow. I’ve been foofing up my little spot on the porch. It’s quickly becoming my favorite hangout. It’s shaded, hidden from the street, and has views of all the gardens. I found a cheap metal table that was sort of an ugly putty color, and painted it white and red.

I slapped a placemat on it and then added a little pot of lobelia.

Presto change-o!

You know how much I love red gingham. If I can squeeze it in anywhere, I will. So I did.

That wreath may need a birdie on it or something. I need a second pillow too. Maybe a pale green with roses?

Eh, maybe not. I’ll dig around and see what I’ve got and go from there. Probably should have used red flowers in that pot, but lobelia is what I had. This is all subject to change but it’s a nice space for now. I love sitting out here in the morning, listening to the birds and contemplating the day. What’s that poem about birds singing despite the world being a wreck? I can’t think of it, but I appreciate their songs in a world gone mad. We thought about driving over to Rehobeth Beach this week, it’s only about 45 minutes away and there’s a mile-long boardwalk where we could have lunch and check things out. The days got away from us and tomorrow is supposed to be rainy, maybe next week. We did snag tickets to see/hear David Sedaris at the BrowseAbout Bookstore there at the end of May. That’ll be fun. He’s always entertaining. Aside from watching grass grow and painting anything that doesn’t run away from me, It’s just been cooking and cleaning. We did run a couple of errands earlier this week and made a pit stop at the Ridgely Pharmacy lunch counter for a sandwich. They have the best chicken salad in three counties. I finally worked my way through the delicious crabs our neighbor brought over. I used the last bit for breakfast. A toasted sandwich thin, a mound of crab, a little gouda and a generous sprinkle of Old Bay made my mouth very happy.

I don’t normally eat breakfast, but I’ll make an exception for crab.

I’m itching to get into my craft room and do something creative. I’m overdue. I’m hoping that tomorrow’s rain will give me the time at my desk that I’m craving. I haven’t touched clay or even paper for over a month. I get cranky when I don’t have that time. Mickey moved my cabinet into place for me and I put my Cricut on top which frees up loads more work space for me. I mostly use the Cricut to cut out my dead people, and I need to commune with them soon.

It’s a perfect fit for the space and the storage is wonderful. It’s calling to me. Pray for rain so I can play inside.

This blog post is a discombobulated bunch of nonsense. No one wants to read this boring stuff. I started this little corner of the web back in 2007. Can you believe it? It used to be a hoot. I had great material - kids, animals, my job in the school system. My stint with Clinique was blog-worthy too. The many, many years where I was on my own while the mister traveled every week - I got up to all sorts of hijinks that were worth writing about on Tumblr. Now we’re just a couple of old fogies who think it’s a big deal to stop for a chicken salad sandwich. Help. I’m five months from turning 60 and I want my life to be funny again. I’m staying busy making this house our own, but if I buy much more spray paint I’m sure I’ll be on some sort of DEA watchlist. If we’d moved somewhere that I could go to water aerobics or craft fairs, I’d have made friends by now and had some adventures. We’re almost at the one year anniversary of our move here and I’m still counting my once-a-week grocery haul as an outing. Help. I have no girlfriends to talk to (I just offended the cats by saying that), no one to meet for lunch. Where are the fun ladies of Denton? There’s no jazzercise or Zumba classes, where am I supposed to meet my people? The nicest person (and the most fun person) I’ve met so far is the program director for the Caroline County Arts Council. She’s an absolute delight. But she’s also very young and is busy with a young person’s life. I’m looking for someone with some mileage who knows how to talk about perennials and peri-menopause. Who am I kidding? Full blown menopause, I just liked the alliteration with perennials. So there you have it, I’m home alone and watching Dateline, missing my sweet friends, and thinking that I’d better go take a bubble bath and lose myself in a good book. Tomorrow I hope I wake up to rain and spend my day creating some silliness. Maybe even something worth sharing here! Until then, stay safe, stay well, and take good care. XOXO,

Nancy

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