#ITS TOO CU TE

[betterthanyalls]

hi!

can i request for a hermes x gn!reader x odysseus? :)

i was thinking that maybe reader is already a friend of odysseus, like a childhood friend maybe or a neighbor/citizen of his kingdom and has known him for years

reader liked ody but ody already has penelope so they arent flirting anymore but when hermes shows up and starts taking readers attention for himself that's when ody starts to get a little jealous maybe? aaa sorry it has been a while since ive requested anything - i hope its not too specific ;v;

i just thought it would be fun to see witty banter battles and playful snark ^^"

I have spent my entire day throughout school and home to work on this so i am very sorry for any mistakes or if its bad, i was speed running before i eepy, also i tried to make reader x odysseus more platonic cus he got penelope yk? ALSO NGL THIS WAS VERY FUN TO WRITE HEHEHEH

Masterlist

Divine Intervention

Hermes x GN!Reader x Odysseus [p]

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Fluff

Words: 2.1K

Published: 11-5-2024

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A gentle puff of air blew through the vacant meadow, flowers brushing each other in a picturesque view. Within the center of the field, two souls lied together, laughing and gazing at the clouds with imagination. 

“That one reminds me of Argos,” Odysseus pointed up to a running puff of white above that loosely resembled said dog. “Oh, I see it!” Penelope grinned, her smile shining brighter than Helios. A short distance away, under the shade of a tree, sat the best friend of the couple. With their backs against the tree, Y/n watched on emotionlessly. Their mind felt blank; witnessing the source of their love showing admiration to somebody else delivered a new type of pain to their chest. Y/n felt lost. Would they never be the first choice? Odysseus had known them for the entirety of both their lives, but the moment he met Penelope, he forgot all about Y/n. He was head over heels, claiming he’d marry the princess before he turned twenty. Sure, they stayed friends, but that wasn’t enough for Y/n though they’d never admit it. Y/n couldn’t even blame Odysseus. Penelope looked like a goddess sent from Olympus. Anyone could mistake her for a divine being. 

With a silent sigh, Y/n prepared to push themself to their feet and take their leave. But a new presence stopped them from rising up. Looking to their left side, Y/n saw another figure sitting beside them. “Wow, really the third wheel, huh?” A cheery voice sounded from his mouth.

“Who are you?” Y/n asked, like any sane person would. “You mean you don’t recognize me? Your friend Ody would if you asked him,” the individual turned to face Y/n, giving them a good view of his identity. A metal helmet sat atop his head, adorned by smaller, brown, speckled wings. A mischievous grin was placed on his lips, with the rest of his face remaining covered by a shadow. Y/n leaned back slightly so the sun could pierce the shade better, revealing more of the man. A chiton made of the finest silk hung loosely from his shoulders, stopping at his knees. The male sat casually criss-crossed, his back propped against the same tree. A scepter sat on the ground beside him, holding two golden snakes and two glistening wings, power radiating off the item. Another point of interest for Y/n’s eyes were the sandals on his feet. Not in a footfetish type of interest, but intrigue with the fact wings fluttered like no big deal off the heels. Just as Y/n was going to breathe out his name, the guest spoke first. “Indeed, it is I, Hermes. God of messengers, travelers, luck, gambling, borders, animal husbandry, thieves, wit, speed, language, trades, commerce, athletes, merchants-”

The god continued rambling proudly about each of his domains as Y/n’s awe slowly fell into a deadpan. “I know you,” they cut off his boasting, not truly caring if it was rude. Thankfully, instead of being offended, the god merely grinned. “So, Y/n, what are you doing out here? Away from the party?” Hermes had a teasing tone in his voice, gesturing to the two lovers ahead of them. Odysseus and Penelope had no knowledge of a god offering company to their closest friend. Y/n wanted to ask how he knew their name, but they figured it was some divine power thing.

“Ody wanted to spend time with Penelope, but he was too nervous to come alone. So he dragged me along. But I don’t want to intrude on their moment together,” Y/n shrugged, looking at their friends.

The mischief god watched the mortal for a moment before a plan formed in his mind. “Well, I can’t let such a beautiful soul be alone, now can I?” Y/n turned to face Hermes, an amused yet confused smile on their lips. “I’m sorry?” They inquired, not sure if they understood his words correctly. In response, Hermes stood up and held his hand out to help the mortal up too. “If they have their moment together, then allow me to give you a moment for us.” The god had a gentle smile, keeping his hand out for them to grab. Raising an eyebrow, Y/n hesitantly took his offer and grabbed his hand. He pulled them up to stand beside him.

“So, where are we going?” Y/n asked, looking into the forest behind them. Hermes just laughed in excitement.

“You’ll see!”

And before Y/n could utter another word, the god pulled them close and took off racing through the trees. The world whipped past them at lightning speed. Trees, rocks, roads, towns—everything went by in a flash until suddenly it all paused.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped away from the god. Their legs felt like brittle wood, threatening to give out at a simple breeze. Once they caught their breath, the mortal looked around to see them in the center stands of the nearby sports. Athletes were in the midst of competition down below, and nobody seemed to question two people just appearing. Hermes sat down on a stone slab and patted for Y/n to sit beside him. Doing so, the god offered them some grapes he may or may not have stolen from other mortals. “Did you choose this event just because you’re the god of athletes?” Y/n questioned  with a small laugh, taking a grape to eat and watching the sports continue. Hermes responded with his own laugh, beaming at the person beside him. “Would you leave if I said yes?” Y/n pretended to think for a moment before turning to face him with a hum. “No, but you better make this worth it,” they chuckled playfully, popping another grape to their mouth. ~~~~~ Hermes did truly make it worth it. So worth it that the two began going on adventures every day. From splashing around in rivers to exploring dark caves, the mortal and god’s friendship grew each day.

Anytime Y/n questioned themself in a mirror, Hermes would somehow maifest behind them to compliment their looks before going back to whatever job he had that day. “Dahling, you look gorgeous—beyond stunning, truly.” Was heard more than once

They would even find gifts sometimes, usually always stolen, waiting in their bedroom.

~~~~~

Currently, Y/n and the king of Ithaca were sitting in his bedroom, just talking like old friends. “So, you’ve been disappearing randomly only to come back in one state or another. Not to mention, you’ve been much more upbeat lately. What’s going on?” Odysseus interrogated with a grin. Y/n stayed quiet for a moment. Could they tell their lifelong friend about the new soul in their life? Odysseus had a raised brow, waiting for a response. “C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.” He offered with a calmer smile. Y/n’s expression softened, and they sighed, deciding to speak the truth. "I met someone,” they began, trying to form the correct words. Something in Odysseus’ eyes changed at this revelation. His posture stiffened just for a moment before returning to his previously relaxed state. “And who may this 'someone’ be?” The king continued, trying to get as much information as possible. With a quiet whisper, Y/n confessed. “Hermes...” Their lips held a bashful smile as they looked away from their friends' eyes. The friend in question paused, blinking slowly to process the information. “Hermes?! The god?!” He exclaimed with an open jaw. Y/n quickly shushed him, shoving their hands in his face. “Sh sh sh! Shut up! Not so loud,” they hissed, taking their hands away carefully once Odysseus nodded in agreement. “You know Hermes?” He continued to quiz. “Don’t you?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the first conversation with the god. Hermes said that Odysseus would know who he was.

“Well, yeah, I do. But I didn’t think you would too,” he tried to reason, although his point fell flat. “You don’t think a lot,” they retorted. Before Odysseus could try to fire back, a sudden breeze blew in from the open balcony. Looking over, a certain god stood against the stone railing with a familiar grin. “If it isn’t my two favorite mortals! If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say I was the center of this discussion,” Hermes laughed, waltzing into the room. He ruffled Odysseus’ hair playfully before taking a stand next to Y/n.

“Hermes.” Odysseus brought a hand up to fix his hair. The god just laughed again, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulder to give them a side hug. The narrowing eyes of the soldier didn’t go unnoticed by Hermes, brightening his smile.

“Hey Hermes,” Y/n greeted warmly.

Odysseus didn’t enjoy seeing his best friend so cozied up with another person. Even if that other person was a god who saved his life multiple times and also his great-grandfather. An idea began forming in his mind to get rid of the situation. “Y/n, I think I remember seeing a show taking place in the city. You and I can go see it now before it finishes,” the king offered, casting a victorious grin to Hermes as Y/n gave their own smile. “That sounds cool! Yeah, we can go!” Y/n moved away from Hermes' hug as the two mortals took their leave. Once they left, Hermes frowned and took his own leave back to his previous tasks for Olympus. ~~~~~ It didn’t take long for a secret war to begin. Every moment, Y/n was in between two opposing sides. They were either with Odysseus one day and Hermes the next, or they were sitting in between both males who kept trying to one-up each other, which would eventually end in arguments.

“I mean honestly, darling, why spend your time with such a brute when you could have someone as divine as I?” “BRUTE?!”

“Really, Y/n, he’s the god of lies. If anything, his words mean nothing compared to mine.” “Your entire reputation is a lie.” “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, Y/n—” “Oh, please. That’s more of a stress than a privilege.” “Did you hear something, dahling? Why, I can’t seem to hear anything below FIVE FEET.” “OH HOW MATURE—” “IT IS!!”

This took place almost daily, and it acted as peak entertainment for Y/n. ~~~~~ Today, unlike any other, Y/n and Odysseus sat quietly in a familiar meadow. However, the king was being unnaturally quiet. Turning to face their friend, Y/n spoke up.

“Ody, are you alright?” Concern was clear in their voice as they waited patiently. Odysseus didn’t make any notice of hearing their words for a minute before he finally answered.

“You’re replacing me.”

Those words caught Y/n off guard. Odysseus was looking at the grassy field around them rather than meeting his companions eyes.

“What? No, I’m not. What makes you say that?” They furrowed their eyebrows in worry, anxious for his reasoning.

“You spend more time with him,” he hissed, speaking of the god like venom on his tongue.

“Well, maybe, but-”

“BUT NOTHING! I’m supposed to be your best friend! Me! Not him. It’s us against the world; we agreed on that years ago.” Odysseus turned to Y/n with a deep frown, his eyes showing unease. He had been betrayed time and time again before; he couldn’t risk losing another friend.

Y/n stayed silent, stunned by his sudden outburst. Odysseus just looked back to the meadow, shame filling his soul. After a few moments, Y/n regained their bearings as sympathy and guilt covered their features.

“Ody,” they called softly, but he continued to look away. "Ody, look at me.”

Reluctantly, he looked over to his friend.

“Ody, I could never replace you. You are woven into my soul like a grapevine. Why do you think I would break our pact?” They spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Odysseus sighed, looking back to the ground. He felt so stupid for assuming they would hurt him too.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled gently, looking at them out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s alright; I would do the same if I were you. I forgive you,” Y/n smiled warmly to him, earning a hesitant smile back from him.

~~~~~

After this whole incident, Odysseus stopped arguing so much with Hermes. Sure, the mortal still gave the god a few half-hearted glares, but they eventually learned to share Y/n’s attention.

The trio sat calmly on the balcony of Odysseus’ room, waiting for Penelope to arrive for a nightly get-together. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, offering a charming glow to the city.

“So, darling, how’d you manage to get such a feral man to calm down?”

“FERAL?!”

[salad-sauce]

I doodled some loose ideas of what i think something like this might look like

with and without the snow, just to make it easier to see

Id imagine there would be big ass ice spikes, and practically everything is frozen over or coverd in frost

Mortal settlements here would need to have big fires and strong walls to keep out the cold and freezing wind

Daedric ones use the typical deadlands style of building, though likley more insolated

Since theres technically different "biomes" to the deadlands, all of which seem to be tied to a different kind of natural disaster, do you think theres some sort of cold biome for things like blizzards? It would make some sense, Aswell as clearing up why in battlespire moath has frost daedra in his service if the deadlands is just lava and fire for the most part.

We know from seeing it firsthand that theres places like the sever, wheres insted of lava it has these weird yellow water pools and is constantly storming. Theres also mentions of "the deserts of rust and wounds", so theres also deserts in dagons realm.

So dose the deadlands have biomes for every disaster with the lava filled red biome just being default, or am i just a crazy person thinking to much into this 💀

[seonghw4ffles]

sunk cost fallacy

"im reeling in my brain again, before it can get back to you."

playing ricky montgomery ...

seonghwa x fem!reader

< chapter one > chapter two (?)

genre: 4am rant, angst, second chance, ex, seonghwa mc

w/c: 2.6k

summary: he ran for you like a fool when you called him saying your car broke down after fifteen months of no contact

tw: quite poorly written (its pretty much my vents into a fic), reader METAPHORICALLY referred to as "small," no happy ending (unless this gets attention), minor swearing, just sad, thats it though

note: the indented are memories. hi guys im back from school camp hehhee!!! i have never seen angst being on the s/o's side, its always carried on the y/n which frustrates me... might delete this cus i havent proofread,, yeah i might make a pt2 of hea if anyone cares 😭

"oh what am i supposed to do, without you?"

THURSDAY 04:17

seonghwa had no intent of anything, when he was unable to sleep.

seonghwa had no intent of anything, when he minimised himself across his bed.

his mind is a merry go round, already worn out. he doesn't know if these feelings in the air are beautiful or wretched.

seonghwa had no intent of anything, before his phone rings to a call.

he looks over and reads your name across the phone screen. it was almost a reflex when he instantly straightened himself, grabbed his phone and answered.

"y/n? hello?"

“hey, seo- seonghwa…” you shudder as you say his name. “could you help me?”

oh how he missed your voice. yet, his full name sounds strange under your lips.

and only after a moment of communication on the phone, he grabs his keys off the nightstand.

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"sorry. i couldn't afford a tow truck," you speak through the call.

"no, don't apologise. i'm coming for you."

he's already driving through the dark, apathetic to his dishevelled state. as well as the speed limit.

you’re trapped on the side of the road with a broken down car. you happened to be without any other choice but to call him. and honestly, thank the fates that this was the situation.

“are you okay? its so loud, are you driving safely?” you say, hearing influx of seonghwa’s very own car horns.

“yeah. don’t worry. just a whole lot of mindless drivers,” he replies. people who couldn’t drive should get off the road.

as he speaks, he notices how exhausted his voice sounds, as though he hasn’t spoke in so long. but one couldn’t really get a chance to talk if there was never anyone to talk to.

more horns fill the air.

seonghwas hunches forward. he is on the brink of smashing the pedal, just to distract himself from his own overwhelming mind. the drive is so damn slow.

as he steps back, he cries, realising all is gone. "what about my friends? my parents? they all hate you. fuck it, they hate me too. im sorry. i just can't."

somebody blocks his way, and he punches the steering wheel. well, it’s more because of the memories that begin to trespass his head, however it is impossible for him to care less.

he hates himself for the way he took your vast, beautiful hope for granted during then. for how he was so dense, so scared to let his love take over his fear. and now that everything all had dissolved, he wishes he did something differently. so that perhaps the current state wouldn’t be so.

and so perhaps you wouldn’t be stranded in the middle of nowhere but a road, all alone, in the night. for hours.

you’re in trouble. and he is obliged to save you, be your hero, the way he used to, and the way he was always supposed to.

“are you alright? are you cold? do you have a jacket?” he asks through the phone, almost at your location.

he waits for a response, but he's only met with silence.

"y/n? hello? y/n??"

and there was still no answer.

his heart rate drastically increases. he's really smashing the pedal now.

"y/n,, answer me? please?? hello???" he shakes.

a hundred, a hundred and ten, a hundred and thirty.

he's so scared.

he's yelling over the phone at this point, but you're still not responding.

"Y/N!! FUCK," he yells, almost to tears, vigorously pushing his back against the seat as he continues the drive.

and when seonghwa sees your familiar vehicle in the far distance from his windscreen, he swerves his steering wheel to turn to the side. he doesn't care if he's too far to stop. he roughly slams his hand to the gear for adjustment and swiftly releases his seatbelt, stepping out of the door and slamming it behind him. he leaves his car resting diagonally out of the highway, half onto the grass, because he really doesn’t care about anything else right now.

he runs desperately towards you in the soft moonlight.

it was windy and cold while he’s wearing nothing but a thin shirt and trousers, when he appeared outside your car door, finally laying his eyes through the window.

his heart stops for a little bit, seeing you for the first time in what felt like ages.

he finds that you're asleep, and he's so relieved that you're safe. yet what currently alters him more is your mere presence right upon him. you look so fragile and so small, your knees huddled to your chest, and his stomach twists. you're prettier than he could ever remember.

and he misses you so, so much.

he gently knocks against your glass window.

and you gradually open your eyes to his panting, his wide eyed gaze, and the wind in his hair.

"y/n?"

he steps back as he watches your beautiful figure exit the car. you are thankfully wearing a thin jacket.

the moment you shut your car door, he walks over to you and engulfs you under a tight embrace.

oh how it felt for him, to hug you like this again.

"seonghwa."

he immediately noticed how you tensed up when he pulled your frame into his body, and he softly released you.

his heart breaks a little bit. he's so ashamed of his thoughtless actions.

he looks down at you, his heart twisting as he realised he was undeserving of your comfort, and takes a step back.

"my bad," he mutters under his breath, covering his face to accept the fact that he just messed up the moment he got to see you.

"no, don't worry. it's alright," you reply, smiling in a way which looks so obviously forced.

he doesn’t know what to say, as there was no excuse for the way he treated you. all he could do is look at you, noticing every little crack in your demeanour.

he guides you back to his car.

when you fell back into the structure of the road with him, the air was empty and silent.

you were unsettled of the vast tension.

"how are you doing?" you manage to say out loud, but even you flinch at your own words. a such normal phrase sounds so drastically different than it did before.

doing? how does he answer that question if he had done nothing for the past fifteen months and four days, supposedly since the day of when his love of his life had disappeared?

"i'm doing good. how about you?"

he swallows hard as he sees your lifeless expression through the corner of his eye.

he had always seen you uplifting and cheerful, yet right now he couldn’t fathom how you’re the same person. you appear so worn.

"i'm great. just a bit tired tonight."

he stares endlessly at the many lights flashing from his windscreen.

one could say it was awkward, but he is too dismantled to conclude this precious moment like that. he's happy enough that he gets to see you again, although he knows he shouldn't. but he hopes you feel the same too.

"how long were you there for?" seonghwa asks for an attempt to keep the conversation.

"well, since twelve."

he almost crashes to the car in front.

"what? are you alright?" he says. "the hell were you doing for four hours?"

"sorry. i mean.."

"no, why are you apologising? i'm just.. why are you-"

your instinct to apologise hits him greatly. seonghwa knew he was the reason for your anxiety, and he despises himself. he turns to you, and for a second, he sees all that he put you through.

"i should've listened to my friends," seonghwa tells you, broken in state. "you've done nothing but cause me stress."

he wants to throw up.

"what were you doing for four hours?? why did you have to wait four hours to call someone???" he asks with great worry.

"it was dark, and there was nobody i could contact. i called all my friends, and none responded. i assumed they were asleep."

although he is happier to find you again, it still hurts that his wound is severely reopened by this moment beside you alone. it hurts that he couldn't even blame your search for him. 

"i initially planned to wait until the next morning, but i lost patience. i called you, and you picked up almost instantly," you conclude.

after when you said the last sentence, he suddenly felt like you knew him too well.

perhaps you also knew that the sole reason he never falls asleep was because of you. because he is waiting for you. because he still loves you so much, he couldn't sleep bearing the thought of his feelings unrequited.

"you're safe now," he says.

you tighten, bringing your arms closer to yourself. "thank you so much. for this. seriously. i know i'm probably not the person you wanted to see."

"don't be sorry. please don't. i'm happy to see you again."

the moment was now quiet, but calming to the ears.

he felt lucky he didn't give up on the sunrise too soon. if fifteen dreadful months led to having an hour with you, he's more than grateful. 

he wonders if you feel the same. that you're happy too.

he wanted to convince himself that maybe you lied when you said you couldn’t afford a tow truck. that maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see him again.

"are you hungry?" he asks to fill the air. you must be.

"no," you reply.

"lets stop to eat."

"no, it's okay. i'm not hungry."

"you lie too much. you've been stuck in some damn car for half a lifetime. we're eating, yeah?" he says, and there's no stopping him.

truthfully, he did not care if you were uncomfortable eating with him. he felt selfish, inconsiderate. he panicked when he watched the gps get closer and closer to you're place. he only wanted to use this chance to find more time with you regardless, because he knew you would never come back to loving him no matter how hard he tries.

"fine," you admit. but it sounded like you really wanted to stop to eat with him. and he wanted to believe that.

"what about convenience store food?" he says.

he knows you love miniature food. it's far more accessible to have many small packs of diverse dishes, rather than otherwise.

you smile, and his heart flutters ballistic.

you laugh once you walk into the bright, empty store with him.

"i want sushi… i really craved sushi," you say, pointing to the aisle.

"of course you do," he smiles, following you.

you take a compact sized pack that's fairly cheap, and now it starts.

he waits there in the corner as you run around the small store, taking almost anything you think looks good. he watches you far happier than before, and he felt something in his chest that wasn't fear. more so, it felt like he finally released all that he carried.

seonghwa felt alive again for the first time after fifteen months.

"this!!" you suddenly come into sight, holding about six or seven packets of food that you almost struggled to carry.

"you want that?" he chuckles. "alright."

there was no queue, so he went straight over with you to pay. seonghwa gets nothing but a small coffee.

if he could at least be your friend again, there's nothing more that he could ever want.

he leads you out of the place, back into the car. he held the door for you.

"thank you," you say. "thank you so much."

"don't worry," he replies.

once he gets in the car, he views you opening your food. although he used to recognise himself as a mass eater, he doesn't remember the last time he did. his body is destroyed with nothing but coffee and water.

and when he starts driving, he watches you enjoy your food. he softens more than ever at the sight. 

"want some?" you ask, holding out a whole ice cream tub you're just scooping with a spoon. you're quite of a silly person.

seonghwa laughs. "i'm driving."

sooner or later, you hold up the same spoon of vanilla ice cream to his face. his heart beats faster before he takes a bite out.

"shove it in," you laugh at the way he's struggling. 

he tries his hardest not to laugh in order to properly eat the ice cream.

"goodness, you're so peculiar," he says after he managed to consume the load.

"no, you are," you say. "youre the strangest person i know."

he smiles and turns to you for a second, unable to say anything. "well, i dont eat my ice cream off its tub."

"i dont eat four ramen packets at once," you rebut, hitting his shoulder playfully.

"oh be quiet right now," he replies.

you laugh, scooping another piece straight from the tub.

"i don't care about that. i know its impossible, but i want to believe its possible," you say, with the eyes of the most warmth so generously offered to him.

and there the two are, acting as though nothing had happened between them, acting as two lovers.

˖ ࣪⭑

he follows you to the apartment complex you stay in, and he's unable to let you go.

as you say your farewells walk away into the building, he catches your wrist, and you turn around.

"i still love you. im sorry i messed up before," he whispers to you. he steps closer as he takes his slightly trembling fingers to guide a stray hair behind your ear.

you didn't expect the sudden confession. "seonghwa.."

he shuts his mouth. the way you hesitate sort of leaves him uneasy. he stops to look at you, to cherish this little time he has with you. who knows if this will be the last time he sees you?

no matter how far it hurts him to admit, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are.

"can we try again?" he says almost mindlessly. he felt like he lost everything with that sentence, and wishes he could take it back.

it was silent for only a moment. those few seconds were more anticipating than he had ever felt, he wishes he were gone.

you looked down, as though trying to find what to say. there was nothing but ringing in his ear, until you answered, "i’m interested in somebody else."

"im sorry," he mutters, shamefully pulling away. he covers half his face with his palms to look down upon for a second. it's shattering when he absorbs all your words, burrowing them deep under his anguished heart.

you moved on already?

"its okay." you reply.

who is this new man? is it your really close colleague he never liked? or your guy that's always been part of your friend group?

"why is it so hard for you to just trust me?" you yell, and it seems as the glass tipped over.

he lets go of his arms. "who is this guy?" he asks, almost instictively. he spoke more aggressively than he intended.

"i don't think you're obligated to know."

he tightens his eyes shut.

so fast. you’re so fast. everyone is so fast. it had been fifteen months, yet he’s still in the same place he was in those fifteen months ago.

you’re moving on, while he had stopped. how does he fill the gap that does not shrink?

you’ve really given up on him.

you like someone else.

it's all over.

he subtly bites his lip, stepping back. he couldn't even look at you anymore. "well, i..." he barely mumbles, his voice trembling. "i really wish i could be the man you fell in love with again. i really do."

you almost flinch, looking away from him. you couldn't believe he could say such a thing. you seemed like you pitied him, for how vulnerable he currently reveals to you. "i’m sorry. just... leave me alone for a bit, yeah?"

it felt like knives to his heart. "you want me to leave?"

his voice is breaking. he looks back up to you, trying so hard to find a hint in your expression that you wanted to take it back, even a tiny hint, but he couldn’t.

"if thats okay," you say, as he freezes at your words. he felt like he said something he shouldn't have. what if this is the last time? what if this is really the last encounter? is this the moment everything is said?

“okay. then i'll.. then i'll see you,” his voice slightly trembles.

"im sorry. i'll see you," you reply, watching him leave.

"i wish i was strong enough. for us,” he says.

seonghwa steps back, and follows hesitantly. he stares to the cold, stone ground, exiting the complex as all his instincts scream against him.

the way you speak is destroying him piece by piece. he doesn't want to step any further away from you. he could never accept that you no longer love him. but if this is what you choose, he couldn't really do anything.

his love for you is overflowing in his hands. who else could he give this to if you refuse it? it hurts to carry.

its okay. he’s is willing to wait more for you. for something to happen again.

but how long will it take?

[moralesluvr]

can you write you and miles 42 have a argument and yk hes being bitchy af and your being bitchy back but thinks he only can be bitchy so he shuts the argument down lmfaoooo

shut it down ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: you and miles get into an argument :( ♡ warnings: gaslighting, lowkey narcissistic behavior but hey it’s 42 miles. angst, yada yada yada ♡ a/n: thanks for your request bby! hope u like it :D ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND, you really did– but for the last two months, he had gradually become more pushy, more paranoid, more protective.

And at first, you didn’t mind, really, you didn’t. You assumed that he was just trying to lookout for you, so you didn’t find it to be a big deal. Except, now, it was.

He promised you that the situation would never escalate. He had already lost too many people and he swore to himself he’d never let himself lose you too. You were precious to him, and he’d more than likely lose his head if you ever slipped through his tight embrace. So, everytime you left your house, or you were out– he was watching. Maybe not right then and there, but he had eyes everywhere, because he wanted to make sure that you were safe.

It started off with simple things, like sharing locations on your phones.

“Why do you need my location, Miles?” You had asked him, fingers skillfully braiding his hair back as he rested his head in between your thighs.

You felt him shift below you, “‘Cus I need to make you’re safe, mi preciosa. Let me see your phone.”

You obliged, handing him your phone with your free hand. You watched as he downloaded some software with coding that you couldn’t quite understand, but you trusted that his intentions were out of love. And they were, at first.

It only escalated from there.

It started with locations, then made its way to who he didn’t and did want you to hang out with, and eventually to what purchases you could and couldn’t make.

“Mami, what is this?” He had asked you one day while he was over your house. He held up a pair of Jordan’s, “I ain’t buy you these.”

You hummed, flipping on your stomach to face your boyfriend, “Yeah, I bought them myself. Just something to-”

“You don’t do that,” Miles cut you off, scoffing as he put the shoes down forcefully, “You don’t buy stuff with your own money. ¿Creía que te lo había dicho?”

“Sorry.” You murmured with an eye roll that you swore was concealed, but Miles caught it. He walked over to you, tucking his index finger underneath your chin.

“You got an attitude, ma?”

Shaking your head, you muttered a quiet no, reassuring him that something was in your eye and you were trying to get it out.

Miles hums, “That’s what I thought. And don’t buy no more of them shoes, you hear me?”

You nodded as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You were entirely fed up.

And after that day, you knew that you couldn’t deal with Miles’ nonsense any longer.

In real time, you sat on your bed with your phone nestled in your sweaty palm, your boyfriend laying on his back next to you as you saw him scrolling on something. You looked out your peripheral vision to see he was scrolling through your bank history and purchases. You scoff, "Why are you logged into my stuff?"

"Worry 'bout yourself, Y/N." He warned, clicking on some button that said '25 MAX' in red lettering. You assumed he was putting a limit of your spending on your card. You snapped your neck over to him, "What is wrong with you? Get off my stuff, Miles."

He immediately perks up at your comment, "Who you talkin' to? I'm just tryna look out for you, but it seems like you don't want. So don't ask me for nothin' else since you wanna be ungrateful."

You laugh, standing up and putting your hands on your head in disbelief. "Ungrateful? Really? All you try to do is control me! You know what, I'm entirely sick of you."

"Watch your tone with me."

"I thought you said you liked my attitude?" You grinned, folding your arms across each other. Miles rises from his spot and walks over to you, his brown irises glaring deep into your own. You can nearly see his pupils shrink with how infuriated he is with you, "I don't know where all this is comin' from, but you better cut it out. You hear me? O lo haré yo por ti."

You feel your eyes water, a tear slipping out from underneath your eye as you nodded. Miles' thumb wiped the nuisance away from your pretty brown skin, "Look, mami, I'm sorry. I'm 'jus tryna' look out for you, and you bein' a little difficult."

Mustering a smile, you nodded as you felt Miles give you a quick kiss on your cheek. He left you standing there to collect your thoughts, disappearing into the kitchen. All although it was quite unfair to you how the situation went, what could you do?

You loved that boy with all your heart.

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for requests, fresh x cross? canon personalities although fresh has emotions (sfw, please!)

if you can't figure out how to write them that is ok :] feel free to ignore this request <3

Parasite's pet

Pairing. Fresh x Cross Content. SFW! Horror concepts (?), mention of hosting a body (in a parasite way), they have something… i just don’t know what or if its reciprocate lol (it's not healthy btw) A/N. yeah… my evil writing strikes again im so sorry dear reader

"Brah, ya're really easy to guide, huh? Glitch boy wasn’t playing around!” Fresh comments softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping skeleton in his lap, who occasionally brushed the face against his covered femur. “Must’ve been how ya got yourself into so much trouble, huh?” Fresh can’t help but slide his fingertips over Cross’s scar, his smile forcibly tugged upward as the scar vibrates in bright red, as if warning him that he’s too close.

“Heh, always so alert broski…” He presses into the dry wound, watching from behind his sunglasses as Cross’s face scrunches up, his upper lip lifting slightly, exposing the thick, sharp canine in a low growl. “Cute~” Fresh says condescendingly, the word CU-TE emblazoned on his sunglasses.

His finger presses harder, as if he wants to enter the scar — explore Cross’s gloomy skull, letting his spongy tendrils get tangled inside the skeleton like dough slowly expanding... until it was just him left in Cross's little head, him and the whispers thoughts of the bag of bones Cross would become.

"It would be as easy as stealing candy from a baby..." he murmurs, letting the thoughts slip through the bony lips that didn’t belong to him. Deep in his mind, perhaps along with the muffled voice of his host, Fresh wanted Cross to hear him; to hear the whispered plans about invading his body, to explore every corner of his ribs, to be able to enter through his eye socket and build a nest in his brain.

He laughs as Cross squirms in his lap, looking disturbed even in his dreams, as if Fresh’s words were entering his sleepy thoughts, haunting his peaceful slumber, "Maybe next time~" he promises.

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ok so here's my PC in outfits I thought were cute lol, I don't have any screenshots of their regular mode but have two versions of transformations you could choose perhaps :0

(they got tanned from being at the wolf cave in the second one sjshjs)

some info hmm! Unnamed! They are tiny bodies but are very defiant + sadomasochist, so you'd be surprised how quickly they can beat people up >:) They at the asylum a LOT so they have developed an interesting relationship with Harper, one that I haven't written out yet jshsj,, but their feelings on the doctor change a lot lol

that's enough of my rambling tho jshsjhs, have a nice day I love ur art!!

YOUR OC IS SO CUTE Like Seriously i love them. you CANNOT send me two images and not expect me to draw both

i hope these are good!!!! (sorry i looked at your blog to see if you had any drawings of them so i could make sure i got the hair right and your art is SO good i am in Love with your style)

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 50: In Which Devil's Come Out To Play Pt. 3

::UNDER 18? DO NOT INTERACT. This chapter contains material NOT SUITED for you::

Cassandra had dropped off another outfit for you this morning while you were in the shower. Alcina answered the door half ready and smiled down at her daughter with a bit of amusement.

"Da, fiica?" (Yes, daughter?)

Handing the article to her mother, Cassandra dead-panned, "aici. Pentru iubita ta." (here. For your girlfriend.)

Alcina took it and her smirk only grew wider, an eyebrow arching incredibly high, "ti-ai luat asupra ta să o îmbraci în toate evenimentele acum? (have you taken it upon yourself to dress her for all events now?)

"Ei bine, cu siguranță faci o treabă proastă. Dragostea ta este oarbă, nimeni altcineva." (Well you're certainly doing a poor job. Your love is blind, no one else is.)

She tsked, "haide, hainele ei nu sunt chiar așa de rele." (come now, her clothes aren't that bad.)

Cassandra huffed and folded her arms, "nuuuuu, dar nu funcționează pentru curriculumul vampirilor." (noooo, but they don't work for vampire curriculum.)

"Ei bine, apreciez interesul tău intens de a te asigura că ea este îmbrăcată conform standardelor noastre atunci... Dar, de asemenea, cred că îți place puțin și mă bucur să văd că te încingi cu ea." (Well I appreciate your intensive interest in making sure she is dressed to our standards then... But I also think you enjoy it a little, and I'm pleased to see you warming up to her.)

"Da, ok, la revedere - ne vedem când suntem gata să plecăm." Cassandra rattled off with a flick of her wrist and a heavy rolling of her eyes. (Yeah ok whatever bye - see you when we're ready to leave.)

Alcina chuckled under her breath as she left and closed the door.

She held out the article to see what kind of pleasant distraction you'd be wearing this time, and realized it was one of Cassandra's favorite dresses.; long and pitch black, the neckline made a large upside-down spade of cards shape on the wearers neck and chest; long, nearly sheer lantern sleeves; a sheath waist; and a cascading free flowing bottom half. This was going to do you so many favors Alcina licked her lips in anticipation for you to put it on.

And yes, it fit you just as perfectly as she had anticipated.

Admiring your reflection as you were fixing your hair at Alcina's vanity, you caught her from the mirror waltzing out of her closet in the same style dress as her white one, only this time it was black.

Goddamn. You didn't know which color looked better.

Her makeup was also much darker today. Lips as black as her gown and eyeshadow that gave her a menacing, albeit stunning, otherworldly grim reaper vibe. A nice cool shudder made its way down your spine.

You turned and crossed your leg, eying her with a grin, "a black one too, hm?"

Alcina caught your glance and smiled, returning the pleased expression, "black is always worn for anything involving the vampire court," she explained while fastening the back of her earing, "Donna had this made for me when I became Matriarch. I've always favored my white gown; I considered having it made in every color but, sometimes less is more." She winked.

Rising off the bench you approached her with the inside of your bottom lip between your teeth, a heat rushing through you as memories of last night, er, day, replayed in your mind.

The dark goddess at your fingertips had your head floating in airy, hazy white clouds as she did exactly as you asked of her. She laid back on the chez lounge and let you drink the sight of her in; the length of her languid but perfectly poised body, the shadows playing in the room from the far off fireplace the only light to be had, making every line, curve, valley and peak of her a mouth-watering contrast of magnificence in an otherwise blank canvas of the room. All you could see was her. 

You'd dressed down to nothing but a satin robe by now, and Alcina's teeth ached at the sight of how perfectly complex and simple you were all at the same time. The hunger in your eyes, the devotion, the loyalty, the love. Things she's not really taken the time to ever appreciate in her long life in any light or darkness of her existence. You were so perfect she still could not grasp it. But here you were, slowly inching towards her, every drop of uncertainty she'd ever known rolling off her feathers as her utter trust in you allowed her to drop walls and barriers that had been in place since she could remember. What pure and perfect surrender to safety you'd given her.

The smile of satisfaction took over and you climbed on her lap, straddling her hips as you were now impossibly close. You pressed into her and listened to the hitch in her breath, locking your eyes in the depths of her slate oceans; the spark of gold began to crackle and you leaned to her lips and kissed them soft and gentle. Your deft fingers began to trace delicate patters on her neck, trailing to her collarbones, the neckline of her dress; tracing; memorizing; teasing. The pads of your fingers ghosted along the plump roundness of her breasts that were held so expertly by the white fabric, feeling the prickles that were left in trails you smiled and moved your lips to her cheekbone, smoothly searching for her ear.

"You're the dream come true I never knew I wished for," you whispered, pecking her lobe, "I want to give you everything."

Alcina's hands had planted on your hips and she gripped you tightly, her eyes snapping shut at your admission, pulling you closer to her as the desire and fire in her heart spurred into a rolling heatwave, "you took the very words from my mouth, dragoste." She whispered back.

You hummed and slipped your hands from her buxom chest up and to the back of her head, combing your fingers through her thick black curls at the base of her neck. You tugged, gently but firmly pulling her head back to look into her eyes, enjoying the beam of gold and dripping lust that was now much more prominent, slowly inching your lips back to hers and claiming them with passion. Her moan lit you up inside and you flicked your tongue, requesting a dance that she was more than happy to oblige.

She was aching for you painfully but she was pleased to let you take the reigns, tease her, play with her, enjoy her on your terms and she knew this would only make the pleasure so much more rewarding. Alcina whimpered into your mouth and tongue as her thighs began to quiver, raking her nails firmly down your back as you rocked your hips and core into the rhythm you both set. Oh how alive she felt for and because of you.

When you couldn't take it any longer, you broke the closeness and sucked in a much needed breath through your swollen lips, feeling the crackling of her desires all around you, you took the eclipsed moons of her eyes as urgency to please continue.

Leaning back your eyes went back to her form; the heave of her chest spurring you to place open mouthed kisses to the exposed flesh, your hands greedily kneading the clothed and confined nipples that you could still feel harden at your touch. She groaned and you continued to paw and kiss, lick and nip, drag your fingers up and down her sides, refusing her the direct contact she craved but knowing this was somehow just perfect the way it was. A pent up growl escaped her throat as one of your grabbing hands went for her hip and pulled at the fabric of her dress; an unspoken 'yes', and plea to progress.

Expertly lifting yourself from her lap, gliding down her body to kneel at her feet, kissing your way down her dress leaving the heat of your mouth in the wake, you finally peered back up to her, matching the darkness of her eyes with your own, watching her visibly shudder at your eagerness. 

Her breath hitched once more as your hands, so delicately precise, slipped under the hem of her dress, inching it up her long legs that were tense with anticipation, eyes locked as the most simple yet excruciatingly intimate action made her feel the need to fall apart within the second. You pushed the fabric to her hips, fingers immediately gripping to the lace of her underwear, jerking it once, over and under her, down her thighs and tossed away. Immediately reaching back under the soft material, you wrapped your demanding hands around her backside and pulled her to you, her hot, soaked core pressing against your stomach as you watched her parted lips quiver with the release of her breath.

God, she was so stunning.

Keeping one hand gripped to the crease of her hip, your other reached for the back of her neck and pulled her in for another searing kiss, moaning yourself as she shoved her tongue inside your mouth.

Alcina whimpered, every nerve gone haywire as the need for your touch and ardor took her over, "I'm yours," she husked, "take it."

Oh how that rattled your core.

"Yes, my lady." 

You responded with a darkness she'd never heard before, causing another twitch inside of her she wanted to feel more of.

She let you push her back into the chez and watched your lips descend again to her clothed breast, the heat not enough and too much, feeling you but not feeling you, the ghosting of it making her crawl with need.

Your hands mapped their way back down her body, memorizing the softness of her dress, the new curves and valleys it gave her, when finally you had knelt again at her feet.

Parting her legs with purpose, you pressed heavy kisses to the inside of her knee, further, further, inching your way with painfully slow accuracy until you had reached her throbbing core.

Your lips ghosted a kiss to her sex, your fingers gripping firmly to the inside of her shivering thighs before slipping your tongue passed her threshold and lapping with slow, agonizingly soft strokes.

Alcina moaned without meaning too, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, a needful pant overtaking the control she thought she had. She didn't care. You felt so good, too good, a gentleness she had no idea was possible.

Wrapping your arms under her thighs and holding to her quivering hips, you hunkered down and pressed harder with your tongue, searching, probing, lapping harder and harder, only to release and suckle her pulsing clit, taking the time to feel the twitch as you allowed only the tip of your tongue to trace the tiniest circle around it, lavishing the the choked whines and growing whimpers from the goddess in your clutches.

Her stomach muscles clenched and twitched, fingers digging into the cushions of the lounge, drinking and gulping down air to fuel her moans of approval of how tender and precise your tongue fucked her, needing and wanting so much more yet wordless demanding this torture continue. It was so intense for being so soft, Alcina's thoughts became a barrage of smeared paint on canvas and she was forced to relinquish all control to you, a perfectly willing thing in her heart and body as the pleasure continued to rake her over the hot coals of pending release.

You watched her from between her legs, over the bunched up skirt of her dress, chest heaving, dark crimson lips parted spilling her tangled 'oh's' and 'uh's', admiring the beauty that was coming undone as your tongue kept the slow and feather soft pace; the soaked, puckered, swollen flesh of her cunt telling you even without her vocal reassurance that you were doing everything she needed. Releasing one hand from your grip of her thigh, you trailed it to her midsection and gripped her dress, holding her firmly and she too placed a desperate hand over yours and held fast.

Alcina could feel the pressure and tingle of her climax aching so deep for such a surface-level bliss that she forced her eyes open and searched for you in the dim light, wanting to see your beautiful face as she tumbled down the slope to remember and brand it to her memory just how much this orgasm was going to ruin her. She reached her free shaking hand to your head, sinking her fingers into your silken locks as she felt the twig of release snap with a sharpness inside of her.

Her golden eyes stitched to yours as she nearly cried out her whimpers of utter satisfaction, the feel of her hips desperately trying to buck at the release but instead quaking with need, your tongue refused to give up on the ministrations that brought her here, locking her into a loop of one; two; and three painfully perfect orgasms that finally ended with her tossing her head back into the chez with a cry of defeat.

It was only then that you all but stopped, carefully and expertly taking her down to a low purr as your tongued coaxed the last bit of her orgasms to a lull, lapping up every bit of her that you could muster.

Oh, oh yes. This is how you worshipped a goddess dressed in a white gown of power.

You hummed again with a satisfaction as you returned to the present, "yeah... something about this style really does make you look like a towering pillar of exquisite power and beauty... my lady." You smiled as you snaked your arms around her waist, leaning up to kiss her.

She chuckled happily with a smile of mischief through your lips, "intimidation has always been my strong suit."

"It's hot," you replied, "very, very hot."

Alcina sighed and pulled you into her, "multumesc, iubirea mea. I'm so very pleased you think so." (thank you, my love.)

Watching her as she revered you, you melted into her fingers as they traced the outline of your face, down your neck, and to the neckline of your dress. Her slate colored eyes beamed at you and her smile made you weak in the knees as usual.

"And you, my darling fae," she spoke with such gentleness, "I'm in awe of you with every new day. Sometimes the gravity of it all crashes on me in unintended moments, makes my world spin, my balance teeter, and somehow your face pulls me back into this living dream over and over," Alcina's eyes grew even deeper, admiring the darkness of your make-up also, the pop it gave your features almost convincing her you belonged here in the underworld with her all along, "the pace at which all of this has happened still freezes me at times... but I couldn't be more grateful for you... everything you are..." she pulled you into her embrace and closed her eyes hard, whispering her next statement, "the love and hope you've given me can never be repaid. I wish I could make you understand."

Squeezing her, nuzzling your face into her, you sighed, "I still don't think you understand how you've also flipped my world upside down, giving me the same love and hope, so don't think for a second I don't feel the same way."

Alcina smiled, "never."

The girls were at the ready in the foyer as you and Alcina finally made your exit from the bedroom. They were also drenched in all black, dresses a little similar to yours, but much more fitting and with plunging necklines that almost made you blush. They certainly could pull off the look. 

Daniela met her mother with a glass of blood-wine and a great big smile.

"Oh, nu am nevoie de niciunul, dar mulțumesc dragă." Alcina smiled back, rubbing her daughters cheek with a gloved thumb and a hinting look in her eye. (Oh, I don't need any, but thank you darling.)

Daniela took a second to process what her mother was meaning, then seeing you at her side, the light-bulb immediately dinged, "oh, ahh... duh." She blurted, put the glass to her own lips and downed it in one gulp.

Alcina grinned, "well, you all look wonderful. Are we ready for this grueling trial to begin?"

"I'm always down for justice." Cassandra beamed menacingly.

"You mean death and blood," Bela nudged her sister, "and yes mother, we are."

"Excellent. Shall we then?"

There was a slight aura of ominousness as the five of you walked to City Hall. The city itself and its inhabitants seemed quieter than normal. Bela could sense your notice and quietly explained on the journey that vampires being put on trial was big ordeal, and one of this magnitude, even now that things had slightly mellowed, still had everyone unsettled. The vampires and lycans wanted more answers, and they wanted blood. Revenge under the guise of justice, in a way. Ethan, Mia, and Salvatore were the only ones currently known and alive close to Mother Miranda through this and they would face consequences; Alcina and the council would be sure of that.

This trial was to take place in the same great hall where the showdown between you, Mother Miranda, and Alcina had happened. It looked drastically different now with fire-lit torches hung on the walls and around each pillar; the new ambience giving the space heaviness. The blood splatters and stains on the walls, pillars, and sunken floor from that very same battle were still on full display. You assumed this was not just for dramatic embellishment. Alcina liked to make a point, and a scene if necessary. 

The hall was packed with vampires from the city. All dressed in black, mingling in a hush as the moment passed. As your eyes continued to pan about, you then noticed there were nine black gothic spire chairs lined at the back of the hall on the steps that overlooked the empty floor, the largest and most ornate directly in the middle.

Bela once again leaned to your ear, "the big chair is for mother, the other seven are for the clan leaders."

You recounted, "that only makes eight, who is the ninth for?" You whispered back.

"You." Alcina replied, looking over her shoulder at you.

Oh hell.

Your nerves shifted gears. You didn't know how to sit on a council trial, not in the human world and sure as hell not in the land of vampires.

Alcina let you catch up to her strides and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "don't worry, draga. You won't need to do anything tedious. You'll be right by my side - "

Dmitri's loud booming voice broke Alcina's words apart as he announced her arrival. The conglomeration turned in her direction and began to bow respectfully. Alcina straightened her posture, broadly nodding graciously in return as you all approached the chairs.

The girls and Alcina exchanged nods of their own and they fluttered to the back of the wall out of the way. The door directly adjacent to where you stood now, where you remember entering with Alcina to fight Miranda, opened and out poured the rest of the clan leaders. Dmitri introduced them one by one by name and title, and with the guidance of Alcina, you all took your seats.

You hoped your heartbeat wasn't giving away your tension, but the quick and generous squeeze Alcina gave your hand before fully situating helped ease the turbulence inside you.

Your eyes meticulously scanned the scene before you; Donna, Angie, Dmitri, and the other vampire leaders from this cities faction were gathered to the right, though you noticed there were no lycans present. Karl, Sybil, and Mitch, were all missing and you wondered silently why. 

Alcina cleared her throat and the utter slice that put through the already palpable haze of whatever climate the room possessed caused your breath to hitch. Every sense you had was becoming increasingly aware and alert.

"Today, three shall stand trial before us - Mother Miranda's servants, Ethan and Mia - and our own Salvatore Moreau of the Shadowed Dominion." Alcina stated a little bitterly, "I expect silence. And I expect order." She turned her attention to Dmitri, nodded the large brim of her hat, and he headed to the neighboring door.

The clanging of chains echoed in as the three in question were lead in by military escort, familiar blue glowing collars bound their necks and heavy chains  bound their wrists. Ethan and Mia were surprisingly docile from how you remember them previously, and Salvatore could not have been meeker or smaller. You almost pitied him.

Alcina did not.

You heard the twisting of leather from your left and you saw Alcina's hand balling into a tight fist, her lips had turned thinner as she pursed them together upon the sight of these three.

She'd not seen Ethan or Mia since the fateful day in the town square just out front. Somehow she'd almost forgotten the hatred she bore these two the most, while the withering Salvatore just simply annoyed her. Lifting her chin, Alcina peered down her nose as they were brought into the center of the floor beneath her, relaxing her features just slightly as she took one more steadying breath.

"Let the trial proceed."

  Donna, Dmitri, and Angie of all people, took turns presenting evidence. It took a good half hour of back and forth between jury and presenters to get to the actual questioning of the defendants in question. Salvatore would have crawled under the stones of the floor below him if he could have; it seemed with every passing minute his shame and guilt drove his already hunched posture into a doubled over, clothed, breathing boulder at this point. Ethan and Mia seemed dismissive of their accusations and you could tell all too easily how their arrogance was twisting Alcina's patience.

"Ethan," Alcina enunciated with all but a shout, gaining his attention for what seemed to be the first time tonight, "and... Mia... with the accusations and evidence brought forth by the council, how do either of you plead to these allegations?"

A pitiful exchange of looks between the two finally gave way to a deep breath taken by Ethan, he craned his neck under the weight of his shackle and opened his mouth to respond. 

Instead of his response the sound of the great hall doors bursting open flooded the room, shattering the intensity of the silence and creating a new, followed by hasty shouting; "Lady Dimitrescu! My lady Dimitrescu!" 

Out of the shadows came Matteo and Mitch, both displaying a look of chaotic urgency.

The commotion ruffled Alcina's feathers in the least appealing way possible and her visage torqued, "have you lost your minds, we're in the middle of -"

"We know," Mitch interrupted, "we know, and we apologize but it can't wait; you need to come with us to Miranda's property in Connecticut immediately. This cannot wait."

The pit in Alcina's stomach grew ice cold and her eyes narrowed.

She gritted her teeth, looking from Mitch to the three at her feet, to Dmitri and Donna, each now baring a reflection of Mitch and Matteo's urgency.

Alcina rose and tsked loudly, "take them back to the dungeons," she barked, "everyone is dismissed until further notice. Clan leaders, with me." Her final command starch and cold.

You barely had time to keep up as she swooped down the step to meet her men on the other side. Verona hooked her arm with yours and helped you weave through the crowd, much to your relief, and soon you two were right behind Alcina as she followed Mitch and Matteo's lead.

Donna also caught up to the group but Alcina requested she stay behind and keep things in order until her return, she relented but did as commanded. Dmitri took her place as the entourage hastily made their way to the new tunnel underneath that was the most direct route back to Miranda's territory.

This was not good. Whatever it was.

"Mitch?" Alcina questioned, "are you planning to keep me in suspense or are you going to explain yourself?"

The lycan shook his head, "this is something you have to see for yourself, please don't make me describe it."

Everyone heard him but kept their questions silent, gnashing curiosity be damned as they sped on.

While it took about three to four hours to get to Miranda's manor by the regular tunnels, the new one she had dug from her hide-out only took about an hour and a half. You noticed Mitch looking behind and back at everyone frequently throughout the journey, unsure why, but feeling his unease even though he tried very well to hide it. The nervousness inside of you only getting worse the closer you all got.

The mouth brought everyone to a crypt that Alcina, nor anyone else for that matter, had ever seen of Miranda's abode. It was blessedly empty and their footsteps seemed so loud as they followed Mitch up a vast set of stairs, through a confusing path of halls and corridors and into yet another area no one knew existed. 

It may have well been stolen from an evil scientists lair straight from a movie. Only severely more twisted.

The 'experimentation room' they had discovered next door to their own city was anything but.

The vastness of this room, lit by a sickening ochre, held the left-overs, or perhaps one could say the beginnings of Miranda's genetic modifications. Dozens upon dozens of bodies of vampires, some mutated beyond recognition, were bottled up in body-sized tubes filled with a sienna colored liquid. Their glass, watery coffins lined the walls, the eerie sound of cycling water and bubbles through them the only permeable sound amongst the stiffening silence of every person in attendance. How could anyone catch a breath with such an excruciatingly somber scene. 

You could feel the color drain from your face as the coldness of this shock overran your system. You didn't want to look but you couldn't not; the vampire closest to you stopped you in your tracks and you looked upon its face. It was contorted. Broken. Its body, twisted. The skin had lost nearly all of its color, you could only fathom how long it had been there, and in its translucence you could see the blackness of the many veins under the pale flesh, flesh that was bulging and sprouting bulbous lesions and growths; masses of pockets that looked as if they might burst at any second. You could not tell if you were still breathing, the harrowing loudness of your thought of the terror this person must have endured at the hands of this utterly mad woman, the lingering remains of what once was a living breathing human now discarded and on display like some science project. You felt ill, but had no time to dwell in it.

Alcina stood in the middle of the horror. Her stark eyes scanning, imprinting the scene in the depts of her mind in a more ravenous way than you. Not a breath from her lungs as the tension in her muscles began to eat at the rest of her sanity. The billowing heat she felt in the depths of her core. The hatred. The dread and gnashing urge to scream in fury. For how many long centuries had they all lived under the rule of a complete psychopath, not a one of them aware of the atrocities being done to their fellow vampire. Not a clue. Not even a hint.

Her blackening slate-colored eyes landed on a tube. The body floating there within, a woman, the only solidifying trait was half her naked body was still in tact; the rest was bulging and broken and looked as if an alien had been born and ripped from inside out of her left side, leaving her to some excruciating death, Alcina was sure.

This could have been her.

This could have been Donna, or Angie.

This could have been her daughters.

Alcina was spinning in a way she almost did not think she was going to come back from.

Mitch was leery to break the Matriarch's concentration, but he carefully stepped closer, eyeing everyone around, "my lady, come with me... there is more."

All eyes turned to the lycan in disbelief and strangled hesitance. But without a word, everyone followed.

Alcina's jaw had grown painfully tight as she turned the corner and followed him through a doorway into the neighboring room. Karl and his men, along with a few vampire military ranks, were standing around a large table with piles and piles of what appeared to be photographs and paper documents. The walls in this room were covered in the same manner as Miranda's room at the hide-out; pictures, scribbled notes, red lines drawn from one side to the next, a visual conceptualization of the twisted territory of her mind.   Karl's eyes shot up as Alcina and everyone else entered. You could feel the suspense triple as everyone gathered and watched as the calculation of their next moves seemed to play out like a silent chess move. Something didn't feel right, as miniscule as it almost appeared.

He took a deep breath, "come in, everyone." Karl motioned hastily, watching as Matteo closed the door behind, "the uhm - the next room - " he pointed haphazardly to his left to a black door, clearing his throat searching for Alcina's eyes, "that's where it is, the cadou, the thing that made all of - all of these vampires like this," his jaw tightening as he said it, locking his sights now with her, "but that's not all that's in there."

Karl was acting stranger than she could ever recall and Alcina felt her spine prickle, narrowing her eyes as he seemed to be desperately trying to tell her something without any words, unsure how to proceed yet doing her best to feign the gameplay.

"Cadou?" She asked cautiously.

"The parasite - that's what it is - Miranda called it a cadou. It's what she used to create her army," he said a bit more calmly, watching as Dmitri approached the table to join Anjelica and his crew, "it's one of the ugliest and creepiest fucking things I've ever seen... but..."

"But?" Alcina pressed, trying to understand what the fuck he was at.

You watched on with every sense in your body electrified as something was clearly about to happen.

It was then you realized Dmitri was the first to figure out whatever it was. He reached for something on the table that Anjelica had so expertly guided him to. A photograph. He plucked it from the pile and gazed at it with his best poker-face, swallowing softly as he naturally made his way around the table, scanning the other items with interest, to finally come to Alcina's side and gently hand it off to her.

Her back was to everyone so you could not see, even from your vantage somewhat off to the side, as to what was there, but the wall of the tension dam was on the tipping point of bursting.

Silence.

There before Alcina in a black and white polaroid was Mother Miranda with a dead subject, pointing to a specific lesion on said subjects stomach. But that was not the issue with the subject matter of this picture, the issue was the person standing at her side in the same lab coat attire; that person was Auguste Winter.

Her eyes spun around in the same blink of the eye as Auguste had dashed to another neighboring door, burst through it and out of the room.

"That leads into the manor and to a quick exit!" Karl spat, "after him!"

Alcina threw her hat and was off faster than a gunshot.

She had one thing on her mind and it was to kill.

Her thoughts were all rage as she followed his scent through the hallways, his smell getting stronger and stronger as she flitted, "RUNNING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE!" She bellowed.

Alcina took a sharp left down the hall, a familiar hall, one she knew, and knew exactly which exit he was heading for. Only, she was violently close-lined by Auguste's arm to her sternum as she tried to fly passed a dark doorway.

Her body slammed to the floor with a thud, gasping for breath as Auguste launched from inside the dark room and pounced, taking advantage of her shock socking her in the face several times. 

She did not hold back once she got a grip. Thrashing her claws with force, she caught him three times; twice across the face and down his arm. However, the backhand with the butt of a heavy gun stunted her reaction time bluntly.

Taking the new window of opportunity from his blow, Auguste reached around and gathered a huge chunk of her hair in his hand, yanked her up, flipping her over, landing her on her knees and pulling her back into his chest and pressing the barrel of said gun to her temple.

"This is your little lycan puppets weapon," he huffed, "if I pull this trigger I will paint the wall with your brain, blood, and fragments of skull and that will be the end of it."

Hissing in pain as he yanked on her hair once more, Alcina licked her blood off her lips and stilled her desire to fight him, knowing very well she would not survive this gunshot, not even with the help of your blood. The situation suddenly got a lot more dire.

"Good choice, you indignant bitch." Auguste bit, his thick Dutch accent very present in her ear, "you've never been able to leave things alone, you've never been able to just do as you're told and leave it at that, no, and even after all of that, Mother Miranda was still going to make you her queen - did you know that?" He asked, jerking her head once more, pressing the barrel harder into the side of her head, "not me a king, no, you - her queen. How you remained her favorite I will never know - I was at her side, I did what I was told, above the expectations! But yooooouuu... always you."

By now everyone had arrived on the scene and Auguste met all the eyes now upon him.

"NOBODY MOVE OR I BLOW HER HEAD OFF!" He hollered, smiling as he saw everyone take a giant pause, "that's right - not even that little human can save you now," he uttered, a visible shake now coating his words, "if Mother Miranda can't have her glory, then really why should you -"

There was nothing in your tangible cognizance that could have prepared you for the jump to action your powers demanded.

You'd seen your Alcina in such a similar predicament once before that the overwhelming fear and anger that sprung through your blood had your vision tunneling to her and only her. Seeing the blood smeared from her lips to her cheek, Auguste with the gun to her head, knowing without all doubt this situation was worse than Miranda, you didn't have a conscious thought in the action.

With a glacially smooth slip between Verona and Pablo who were in front of you, your palms outturned and the need to protect and attack sought the intended target and latched on. Violently.

Auguste's words died in his throat with a crack and churn of his windpipe. His body contorted so strong and so fast the gun fell from his grip, the searing pressure in his head and behind his eyes finally broke free with a wail as his eyes exploded from their sockets, blood pouring from the holes as he chokingly screamed all the way down to the floor with a thud.

When your vision returned from the abyss of blinking black, the lightheadedness overtook you and Verona was the first to grab your arm and steady you. Alcina was looking at you with severity but you had to close your eyes and try to gulp down some air and a semblance of composure.

Alcina was off the floor with grace and agility, turning to the broken man still wailing on the floor, the need to take his life now slipping away as she somehow liked this so much better. But with actions come consequence and she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck by her claws and threw him into the arms of Dmitri and Anjelica, "take this piece of fucking shit to the city! Jail him! If he makes it that far." She commanded, those fierce eyes searching for you in the madness.

Verona and Pablo had leaned you to the wall, Karl was behind you with his hand on your shoulder, everyone else wide-eyed and completely unsure what to do next.

"Mitch, get everyone back to where we were... we'll be right behind you," Alcina ordered respectfully, nodding at him, "thank you."

You were still spinning. And almost a little nauseous. You weren't sure from the obscene burst of power or the sight of what you'd done to Auguste. Your body began to quiver uncontrollably as the sight replayed over and over. Alcina was safe and that was the only comfort you currently had at the moment; you damn near had no control over what you'd just done and that scared the ever loving fuck out of you. 

Verona finally brought you out of your spiral, her cool hand on your much warmer cheek causing you to look at something other than the floor.

"Dolce ragazza, respira, respira... sei buona," she cooed, looking into your hazed eyes, "you're alright," Verona repeated, cupping your face still, "breathe." (Sweet girl, breathe, breathe, you're alright,)

Karl was the next to chime in, squeezing your shoulder firmly, "yep, c'mon back down to earth fae-bae. That was fucking awesome, and please remind me to never piss you off. I wanna keep my eyeballs!"

In normal Karl fashion he was trying to lighten the mood but you could also sense the gravity of the narrow escape Alcina just made in his tone, it still didn't make you feel much better.

Alcina was finally in front of you and you sucked your breath back in as she reached for you.

"Thank you," she said to Verona, nodding to Pablo and Karl, "please go back with the others, we need a moment."

There of course was no argument and as the seconds flew by you were alone in the hallway.

You didn't like the way she was looking at you.

"You hurt yourself, didn't you," Alcina stated quietly looking you over, rubbing your arms ever so gently, "are you alright? You look very pale. Do you want me to take you back to the city?" She asked with concern, finally catching your gaze that had been wandering.

"N-no," you uttered, studying her carefully, "no, I'm ok."

"You're not," Alcina said a little too quickly, "my gods draga, please, what do you need? Let me help you."

That lightheadedness you'd fought off came back with a punch and you felt yourself tipping over, but she caught you, of course she caught you, and you simply collapsed in her arms.

Holding you in the silence, she could hear the erratic beating of your heart and the fear she'd felt previously for herself took on the fear for you instead "oh, my love," she whispered, "you've saved me once again, and I don't know how to help you, please tell me what I can do... please draga, tell me what to do."

With the little strength that was returning you gripped to her and closed your eyes, "I don't know," you admitted, "I think I just need... a minute to regroup is all. I'm... I feel really sick."

Alcina winced at your words, "we will take as much time as we need. I will hold you until it passes, whatever it is you think will help, I will do it."

You smiled softly, "this works," you sighed, ignoring the rest of your thoughts and fears, knowing there was no time for that right now, "thank you."

Without caring what it would look like if anyone came back to check on the two of you, Alcina slid down to the floor with you in her arms, leaning up against the wall and keeping you close while she took some steadying breaths herself. 

My fucking gods, what else could possibly go sideways at this point, she thought, swallowing some left over blood down her throat.

"Are you ok?" You finally asked in the silence.

Alcina scoffed and pressed her lips to the top of your head, "draga mea I am the last of my worries, and should be the last of yours right now."

"Mm, yeah, ok, as if that's ever going to be the case for either of us ever."

Alcina was almost taken aback by your spicey response, but then she started to chuckle, "you are awfully saucy for someone who was just about to pass out, miss."

Thank god, some normalcy in banter. You smiled and giggled shortly, "answer the damn question," you prodded, "I want to make sure blowing someone's eyes out of their head wasn't in vain."

She closed her eyes hard and squeezed you a little tighter, "yes, dragoste... I'm fine, thanks to you."

"Good, because that was horrifying."

"But impressive, nonetheless."

You shook your head. 

Karl's patience was wearing very fucking thin by the time Alcina and you finally made it back into the room about ten minutes later. The incessant nagging and questions and comments and tsking from that French bitch about had him coming apart at the seams. He knew he had to keep his shit together. He knew he had to behave. He knew he needed to be the bigger lycan but she was so infuriating! 

"How many goddamn times have I told you!" He snapped, "I'm not answering SHIT until OUR Matriarch is BACK IN THE ROOM because I am NOT repeating myself OR getting put on the burner for FILLING YOUR NOSEY MOTHER FUCKING ASS IN before the one person that ACTUALLY FUCKING MATTERS!!"

Well. That was certainly not what you were both expecting to walk in on as you stepped through the threshold.

Alcina was the first to chime in, of course, "my goodness, does it really take less than 10 minutes of my absence for this kind of contention to unravel?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow as she waltzed to the table where everyone was gathered, you in tow.

Karl's eyes about bugged from his head, "my fuse is short, you know that - and this bitch tests it at every given opportunity!"

She turned her gaze to the redhead who was perfectly content with herself and Alcina's lips twisted, "can you please just not be yourself for 10 minutes?"

Marguerite's face soured, "you demand a lot of respect for someone whom I'm not entirely convinced deserves it."

Oh boy, here we go.

She took her time staring at Alcina, almost waiting for her to back down, but insisted on continuing, "it is just a thought, but, perhaps the crown of power has been misplaced?" Marguerite mused a little too happily as she tossed a look to you and back, "it seems this fae has come to your rescue more often than not; maybe you're not as strong or as dangero - "

Alcina had had it. She turned on a dime and clocked Marguerite square in the mouth, sending her flying back and into the brick wall with a deafening thwack.

No one said a word, but you know you heard Karl choke on his own tongue while everyone watched Marguerite slump to the floor completely unconscious.

Not misplacing a second, and ignoring the pursed lips of Pablo trying to stifle his laughter, Verona's forced deadpan face, Belinda's wide eyes though blessedly free expression otherwise, Emiliano's slow blink, Ishaan's raised brows, your thin-pressed lips and stifled expression of 'welp', and everyone else's great relief yet stuffed display of it, Alcina replaced her attention back to Karl.

"Now, where were we."

[leggerefiore]

Pls,,,pls for the love of God let reader kiss the twins big ol foreheads, I keep seeing fanart of them having short hair and big foreheads and it's,,,s,o cu,,,te,,,,auggh

they took anon out before they could finish saying their piece rip

cw: fluff,

characters: ingo, emmet,

▲Ingo▼

The Subway Boss sat on the couch after a particularly exhausting day. He did not even think to slip off his coat or cap as he treaded in. His gloved hand came up to grasp the brim. He head throbbed a bit from a building headache. The cap now sat in his lap as he instead focused on loosening his tie. The tiredness felt like it could seep out into the world around him with how terrible it had become.

You watched your poor boyfriend nearby, having popping your head out of the bedroom when you heard the door open. Ingo looked pathetic. His head laid on the back of the couch as he closed his eyes and let his mind drift. You knew that he struggled with overworking himself. It seemed this evening was an example of what happened when he did. Slipping out of the bedroom, you crept over to him, careful not to disturb him.

His face was charming, even in this condition. The way his light hair cupped his face alongside the careful styling he attentively worked on. His ever-present frown in his lips, making him always look stern – the way his nose sat on his face in compliment to the rest of it. There was a certain beauty to him that felt inexplicable, except that he was beautiful. His forehead laid exposed, cap gone, and a lack of bangs present. You leaned down to press a soft kiss to it.

This startled Ingo out of his stupor as his silver eyes shot open to stare at you. A giggle left you as you pulled away from him. Pink dusted across his cheeks as he almost unconsciously rose a hand to pull down a brim that was not on his head. “Ah, hello, dearest,” he spoke quietly and gazed down at the floor in embarrassment, “I'm home, clearly. I missed you, too.”

You gave him another kiss in reply. A strange squeaking sound escaped him.

His exhaustion seemed to vanish with your affection, in the end.

▽Emmet△

The younger twin's focus was intense as he locked his hands with his Eelektross's own. They were long in a small spar. It was both a bonding activity and training for the two. Emmet preferred to keep himself in shape for tasks around the station, and this helped him prepare for anything that may arise with pokemon. Eelektross enjoyed getting to do some more weird wrestling with its trainer. It kept on until the Subway Boss found himself on the floor, panting.

You peeked out from the kitchen, curious as to what Emmet was doing. Upon seeing him on the floor, you could only sigh. You checked to make sure the cake you had put in the oven would be okay before heading out of the kitchen. Emmet had strange hobbies, you knew. Nothing off-putting or distressing – just odd. His horde of spiders that he dearly cared for or sometimes physically fighting with his pokemon. You knew they would not hurt him, but he always seemed to exhaust himself out quickly. His eyes were closed as he regained his breath.

You leaned over him and gazed down at the twin. He was a bit sweaty, and his face was flustered from the exertion. His fringes clung to his face and had become disorderly. Lips were parted to breathe in precious air as his eyes were squeezed shut. Even thoroughly worn-out. You held back a laugh as you spotted his exposed forehead. Leaning down, you pecked a quick kiss to it.

Emmet's eyes opened in an instant. Before you could lean back up, he caught you and pulled you down for a kiss of his own. His lips met your cheek as he chuckled. He then pecked a few more before freeing you. You stood up straight, a bit dazed from the sudden affection. Emmet sat up in response and smiled at you. “Verrry cute,” he cooed, “Is the cake almost ready?” He then tilted his head.

You rolled your eyes in reply and told him there was still time. He pouted then.

Emmet then demanded more kisses to fill his urge for sugar.

[boomiyah]

harry potter characters in a filipino high school edition (in taglish) (not everyone) PT 1

GOLDEN ERA STUDENTS:

Harry

the palaging absent athlete

tries in some subjects he likes but ghosts the others

people have mixed opinions bc he's pabigat in groupings

medjo awkward but he's not a threat

played ibong adarna and crisostomo in filipino class

he always gets put in jail booths

its literally so funny whenever he gets taken away too it was a meme for a while

probably prays hes not cooked before every exam

favorite subject: recess kung kasama si ron

Ron

best tulogerist sa likod ng classroom

always pinagalitan ni maam minnie (McGonagall) and/or sir sev (severus😭)

biktima ng "BOYS AT THE BACK🤬❗" kahit wala namang ginawa

bro is a sari-sari store pag may field trip o event at least may discount snacks niya😭

speaking of events bro signs his name on the attendance then dips immediately

him 🤝 harry are canteen bros

sali sa chess club ng school, top player din (is chess a varsity sport or smth cus then he would've gone to national chess comps)

i know his ass paid to be put in the wedding booth with hermione but he ended up in the jail booth because of harry

late magbabayad ng tuition always (its not his fault....)

favorite subject: recess kung kasama si harry

Hermione:

ssg president na nasa top section palagi

with highest honors always pero humble lang

HUMSS GIRLIE RAAAGGGGHHHHH

mabait outside classroom pero galit na galit whenever she like scolds the classroom

famous line: "GUYS WAG KAYO MASYADONG MAINGAY"

always complete school supplies and shes the girl you'd be jealous of bc of her pencil case with the built in sharpener and other contraptions YK THOSE ONES THAT MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A RICH KID I JUST KNOW SHE HAD A BARBIE OR DISNEY PRINCESS ONE

always calling out ron and the two get shipped a lot that even the teachers are in on the joke

helps tutors ppl during exam szn for free

favorite subject: science or AP, and maybe pol gov

Fred & George

the kids you hate (affectionate)

social anxiety are scared of them during reportings

they're so loud but they're so funny like you can't even be that mad

befriended every teacher so easily it's hard not to love them ngl

always tying up ppls bags or putting a big ass rock in them (main victims are percy and ron)

the boys at the back but actually do their work

they have a graham balls side hustle

unstoppable mfs in entrep they are so successful even when they were forced to separate

Draco

annoying ass mayabang na rich kid

parang playground lang yung bgc sayo teh??

also complete school supplies literally siya na yung nbs

ENGLISHERO🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

palaging mag post ng hate comments + mag start ng war sa golden trio via dump acc

kung may hogwarts freedom wall sa fb ang dami niyang entries na "crush kita potter yieee putangina mo" pero hindi pa na post

siya palagi pagalitan ni snape because friends sila sa parents niya😭😭😭 akala niyo favorite ih...

ssg vice pres na palaging inaasar si hermione

no one ships the pres and vp TYL mukhang babaero si bro kasi...

lives far away from the school pero kahit 7:30 pa yung class andyan na siya mga 6:30 edi wow sana all bat ang aga mo te

definitely transferred to benilde for SHS

[hopeandjoy9]

Go! Team Bidoof! English translation

Since I was too impatient to wait for a translation, I decided to translate it myself. Standard disclaimer than my Japanese skills are kindergartener at best, so take everything with a grain of salt. I'm open to correction in replies/reblogs.

B! I! P! P~ A~! ビッパ！ B! I! P! P~ A~! えっあ？ えっ あ？

B! I! D! Double-O! F! Bidoof! B! I! D! Double-O! F! Hm, ah? Huh? Oh?

ここに　せんげん　する！ せかいじゅうの　ビッパを ひとりじめ　するのだ いわくだき いあいぎり どくせん！ あくみょうだかい…… われら　ビッパだ〜ん！

This is our declaration! We’re going to hog all of The Bidoof in the world for ourselves! We’re hogging the use of Rock Smash and Cut! We’re the villainous team known as… Te~am Bidoof! [1]

あのいわ　こわせそうだな〜（チラチラ） この　きは　なんだか　きれそうだな はい ここらにビッパは　おりません すべて　しゅちゅうに　おさめました かわいそう たしかに？ いちり　あるな

I’m gonna destroy that rock~! (Twinkle twinkle) This tree’s ‘bout to get cut down! Yes! We won’t leave any Bidoof around here They’re all already in our possession! You poor thing! Surely? The reason why is…?

あ

Oh-

あぁ！　ビッパは　たんじゅんだった！ ぎゃくに　そういうところに　ほれるぜ イーブイ　キミもメロメロなのね？ だよね しかも　か〜わ〜い〜い〜  ……おや！？　ビッパの　ようすが……！ B! B! B! B!　 ぜったいB〜！

Oh! Bidoof’s Simple activated! But that’s its charm point! Eevee, are you Infatuated [2] too? Aren’t you? And furthermore… It’s so~ cu~te~! What? Bidoof is evolving! B! B! B! B! Mash B! [3]

キミもきょうから　ビッパ！　ビッパ！　ビッパだん〜 なかまに　なって　くれるよね？ のうてんきでOK　しんぱいない われらも　したっぱ　っぱっぱー ふしぎな　このせかいにおいて てんねんって　あるいみさいきょーでしょ？ はい！　はい！　まちがいな〜い！

From today on, you too are in Team Bidoof! Bidoof! Bidoof~! You’ll be part of our circle, yeah? Being laidback is OK, don’t worry! We’re also Grunts -unts -unts! [4] In this mysterious world, They say that being Unaware is the strongest reason, right? [5] Yeah! Yeah! For su~re!

ほらみてみてみてみてよくみて このビッパの　かおを　よくみて われらの　もくてきわ〜 １ ２の……ポカン！

Hey! Look! Look! Look! Look! Look closely! Look closely at this Bidoof’s face! Our goal is~ 1, 2, and…… Ta-da!

なんだったっけ？

What was it again?

おほん むだな　ていこうは　やめて てもちの　ビッパ　すべて　わたして　もらおうか かんたんにいえば　どうたんきょひ♡ なくこもだまる…… われら　ビッパだ〜ん！ あそこ　のぼれそうだったなー そだなー なみのりも　できるのになー しつこいなー はい つぎはしんかで　OKです ボスの　きょかも　おりましたんで え……いいの？ やったぜ〜 プレゼンおねがいします

Ahem. Stop your futile resistance Aren’t you going to hand over all the Bidoof you have on you? To put it simply, DNI other stans♡ [6] Scary enough to shut up a crying kid…… We’re Te~am Bidoof! Don’t you think we could climb up there? [7] You’re right I wish that I could Surf as well You’re really insistent Alright The next evolution is OK If you’re granted permission by the Boss Huh……. Really? Yay~! Please make your presentation

おほん あ 

Ahem. Oh.

ノーマル・みずは　ゆいいつむに！ けんまい＋ドわすれ＋かげぶんしんでおにつみ！ ゲンガーくんも　こうふんしてるね？ これは……これでかわいい……？ …おや！？ビッパのようすが……！！ B! B! B! B! は？ ぜったいB〜！ うそ〜！？！？

It’s the only Normal/Water type! Swords Dance [8] + Amnesia + Double Team for the super checkmate! Gengar, are you also getting excited? This…… This also is cute……? What!? Bidoof is evolving!! B! B! B! B! Huh? Mash B~! You’re kidding~!?!?

だってわれらは　ビッパ！　ビッパ！　ビッパだん〜 バトルとは　べつの　つよさで いきするように　ひとだすけできたら そつぎょう？　したっぱ　っぱっぱー どんな　せかいせんでも　おなじさ やさしさって　マストな　のうりょくでしょ？ はい！はい！まちがいな〜い！

After all, we’re Team Bidoof! Bidoof! Bidoof~! With a power different from battling Outgrowing living to help Others? [9] We’re Grunts -unts -unts No matter which world it is, it’s the same Being kind is a must, right? Yeah! Yeah! For su~re!

でもオレ　じつは　ビーダルがすきだ〜！ ウチは　ぜったい　ビッパがすきだ〜！ アタシ　じつは　コラッタもすき〜！ まじ？　まえばBro？ Yes　ひっさつまえば！

But to be honest, I like Bibarel~! I absolutely love Bidoof~! Honestly, I like Rattata too~! Seriously? Is it the fangs, bro? Yes. Hyper Fang!

え　じゃあヨクバリスも？ すき〜 デデンネ　モルペコ　ミネズミは？ すき〜 じゃあ　カムカメは？ すき！　けど　べつジャンル〜 はい　げっ歯ーズに　かいめ〜い！ いいわけねえだろ 

Huh, then Greedent too? I like it~ What about Dedenne, Morpeko, and Patrat? I like them~ What about Chewtle? I like it! But it’s a different genre~ OK, then we’ll change the name to “Rode~ntz”! That’s just an excuse, right

まじめにやれいっ

Take this seriously!

はい！

Yes, Boss! [10]

B! I! P! P~ A~! ビッパ！ B! I! P! P~ A~!

B! I! D! Double-O! F! Bidoof! B! I! D! Double-O! F!

すすめ！われらが　ビッパ！　ビッパ！　ビッパだん〜 うちゅういち　かっこいいチーム てんねん　イコール　ボクらのしょうめい みならうのだ　びっぱっぱー ふしぎな　このポケモンたちと いつまでも　たびをつづけよう はい！　はい！　まちがいな〜い！

Advance! We’re Team Bidoof! Bidoof! Bidoof~! The number one cool team in the universe Unaware equals our command To follow the example of Bidoof -doof As always, our journey with These mysterious Pokemon will continue Yeah! Yeah! For su~re!

ほらみてみてみてみてよくみて このビッパの　かおを　よくみて われらの　もくてきわ〜 １ ２の……ポカン！

Hey! Look! Look! Look! Look! Look closely! Look closely at this Bidoof’s face! Our goal is~ 1, 2, and…… Ta-da!

なんだったっけ？

What was it again?

Translator's Notes:

[1] lit. “Bidoof Gang”. Pokemon games feature antagonistic groups known as “[noun]-dan” (“noun-gang”), translated as “Team [noun]” in the English localization [2] lit. “madly in love”, a status condition known as Infatuation in English [3] lit. “always B”, pressing B while a Pokemon evolves cancels the evolution. I felt that “mash” best portrayed the enthusiasm displayed here lol [4] lit. “underlings”, a group of NPC trainers that are the lowest members of the evil team, translated as “Grunt” in the localization [5] lit. “airhead”, one of the three Abilities Bidoof can have along with Simple and Moody [6] From what I can tell this is online slang telling other fans of a character to not interact with you? [7] Referring to Rock Climb, which Bidoof can’t learn while Bibarel can [8] It seems “kenmai” is a Japanese fandom abbreviation for Swords Dance based off its kanji (tsurugi -> ken, both meaning sword) [9] As in, Bidoof's strength isp in the number of HMs it learns lol [10] Honestly I’m going by the PV here, it seems to indicate the distorted voice through Miku’s Rotom Phone is the Boss of Team Bidoof

[01worldwideblogs]

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[jomindraws]

Now it has come time to map all the minerals of Jom'Gol !!! (At least a significant amount of them, 105+ total minerals to map!!) (MINERAL MAPS MAY BE HARD TO SEE, ITS BETTER IF YOU FULLSCREEN THE MAP TO LOOK AT THE POINTS) First mineral group: Elements! This mineral group is composed of minerals who's chemical structure is entirely one element in a crystalline structure, with no compounds present. METALS Gold - Au - (Gold color) Silver - Ag - (Blue-white) Copper - Cu - (Orange) Platinum - Pt - (White) Iron - Fe - (Crimson Red) Mercury - Hg - (Brown) SEMIMETALS Arsenic - As - (Dull Green-Yellow) Tellerium - Te - (Dark Cyan) NON-METALS Diamond - C - (Light Blue) Graphite - C - (Aquamarine) Sulfur - S - (Lime Green) Now, this first group is fairly recognizable and easy to see, but unfortunately the other 90+ minerals will be a little more obscure. I tried to list the proper name and Chemical composition so you can look the mineral up online to get a visual reference. Unfortunately details on where each of these are found and what they look like are far too detailed for a single tumblr post, so I intend to properly explain them in a video or something down the road. Stay tuned! Many, many, MANY more mineral maps coming up!

[galaxydynamite]

i think i’ll talk about madelon some since they’re definitely the most fleshed out of my self inserts that i actively use (sorry blake i havent been fixated on gx in a while)

i will preface this with a warning for mentions of child death/possible miscarriage implications.

its something thats part of their backstory but if i presented it as intended to be told ingame it would be very vague e.g. “i was supposed to have two siblings, but… their souls are among the cyela lights now. ignes fatui, your father called them.”

during most of their childhood and early adult years they lived with their family in a certain district of rebena te ra, what is now old town - this district was particularly vulnerable to flooding from heavy rainfall, as the architecture was in a constant state of disrepair (blame the hierophant for not sending in anyone to repair it! that’s part of why it’s so overrun by miasma and monsters, an npc mentions this at one point)

when madelon was around 11-12 (think yuri and chelinka’s age after the timeskip) they happened upon a journal written by their mother, which revealed that they were supposed to have two siblings before them, but they died during childbirth. to honor these siblings they never had, madelon made twin dolls and transferred a part of their soul into each of them, dubbing the boy calca and the girl brina (because i love my mythology gags i guess - ring of fates’ plot DOES heavily involve the moon as well)

shortly after rela cyel was established, madelon intented to move there in order to study magic, partially as a means of protecting calca and brina. since they weren’t born a crystal user, on their own they have only mastered blizzara and fira, as well as a shield spell and the simple cure and clear spells - although by pooling their magic with their respective doll (calca for ice and brina for fire) they are able to cast the level three spells, blizzaga and firaga. thunder spells are notably missing from madelon’s skillset due to a childhood fear of thunderstorms they never conquered.

as an aside, due to the ‘sharing’ of the soul, madelon is able to control the dolls as if puppeteering them, but if one of them is significantly damaged, madelon will share the pain, and vice versa. as a result, madelon is very evasive when fighting and uses magic instead of close combat. they can communicate via telepathy (which would bring some nice interactions with chelinka, since she also communicates telepathically with the party members.) so instead of 'using' calca and brina, they exist alongside madelon, almost like parts of them.

as for their role in the game’s story! madelon became acquaintances and then trusted friends of sir latov and lady aleria, as well as meeth and alhanalem (whom they are closest to because of my obvious bias LMAO.) they, too, helped in establishing the villa outside of rebena te ra, and live in a small house on their own, near the cliff so they can see lake cyela. madelon has helped take care of yuri and chelinka since they were born as well, and their previous experience in tailoring doll clothes means that they often provide the family with new outfits — they do get a bit upset when the party commissions armor from the town shops, but their skill doesn’t extend to any sort of protective gear or clothing, so “it can’t be helped”, as they would say. (meeth and al have unique ~sentence enhancers~ to their soeech so. ifigured i’d give madelon one!) madelon also often accompanies alhanalem when he gathers medicinal herbs, because some of the plants that grow in the usual locations can be refined for dyes or similar materials.

i’m actually thinking of changing the scene where cu chaspel appears and kills sir latov because frankly i found him a boring antagonist except for his redeeming trait being that he’s voiced by liam o’brien, which was cool as hell. in my hypothetical version of events, the lich masquerades as alhanalem like she typically does, but latov’s death takes on a much more dramatic turn considering that someone wearing the face of one of the family’s closest friends (and al is for all intents and purposes just as much of a part of the family as latov and aleria are) ends up being the one to kill him. i don’t know whether i’ll commit to this change or not (i’m planning another playthrough on the day of the game’s anniversary, and i did have an idea for a yuri and chelinka roleswap au) but regardless of the version of events, madelon is taken by blackguards from the temple who wanted to eliminate anyone associated with the events that took place at rela cyel and were there during tilika’s sacrifice, whether or not they personally witnessed it or not. they then end up in the cavern underneath rebena te ra, with the crystals subjecting them to visions of every possible past, present, and future.

this is where i don’t have a totally clear idea of development now. if i go with ny possible rewrite, aleria’s role will be shifted around a little bit, so i had the idea that the hierophant could have used madelon as some sort of proxy to view all possible fates — essentially, all of them would be at his fingertips instead of having to rely on an oracle

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Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of them around such an itty bitty skeleton?

So it turns out this is a really interesting question.

The first thing we must be aware of is that rainfrogs as we see them in videos of them squeaking are not quite the same shape as they are when at rest:

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But you are quite right, they are very round. This is exemplified by the skeletal photo you refer to:

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So what are we seeing?

Well, firstly, note that the body cavity in these frogs actually envelops the femurs, such that only the tibiofibula (fused in frogs) and the tarsals and metatarsals are outside the body. The arms are quite similarly enveloped, but a bit of the humerus does extend outside the body cavity too. This predisposes them to a rounder body shape.

Next, note the ilia - the U-shaped bone in the pelvic region. These in some breviceptid frogs are synostotically fused with the sacrum - that is to say, they are bound by bone-based connections to the bow-shaped vertebra at their tips. This whole joint seems to be quite smooth, and as a consequence, the back of the frog is quite smooth. The other thing we can see here is that the urostyle (i.e. the frog version of a coccyx) juts quite far beyond the ischium and pubis. This extends the body cavity beyond the hips. Note also that the pelvic girdle seems to be largely below the spine, rather than the typical position for frogs behind it and continuous with it. This makes the legs sit below the spine, rather than at its end, enhnacing the vertical roundness of the animal.

Next, let’s talk some soft tissue. Now, I’m not as familiar with soft-tissue in frogs as I am their skeletons, so you’ll have to bear with me a bit (rawr). Beddard (1908!!) studied the soft tissue of Breviceps verrucosus Rapp 1842. It seems that the majority of the body of these frogs is actually muscle. Beddard noted that muscles join the leg at the knee that extend into the body cavity, such that the inclusion of the thigh in the body cavity is further accentuated by musculature. The rectus abdominalis muscle is unusually large, extending from the lower abdomen up and around the sides of the body. Indeed, this large size appears to be the pattern with all of the major muscles, though in the throat the typical arrangement of large and small muscles is somewhat reversed. On the lateral side of the head, there is a substance that is not muscle, but appears to be loose tissue in which sits what is apparently the thymus gland.

There is a very large gap between the end of the urostyle and the anus (one fifth of the total length of the frog), in which there are almost no muscles, save for the one surrounding the lower cloaca. On either side of this area, between the posterior-most muscles of the thigh, lie two large ‘lymph-hearts’, as described by Beddard. These are between one quarter and one third of the total length of the frog. A further lypmh-sac sits between these lymph-hearts and the skin of the femoral region, and they are thus probably analogous to the femoral lymph-sacs of other frogs.

I find it interesting that Beddard (1908) did not mention any glandular formations in the dorsal region. As is evidence from many images (see below), these frogs are able to secrete a white, sticky, noxious substance from their skin (which they actually have to use during amplexus, as the male is too small relative to the female to mount her properly, and so he sticks himself to her with his glandular glue… kinky).

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These glands do not apparently take up a great deal of the cutaneous tissue, and so I suppose are of no consequence to the size of the frog, especially relative to its enormous muscles.

The diet of these frogs consists almost exclusively of hymenopterans and isopterans (ants and termites). Neither of these insect groups are particularly fatty, so it is little surprise that their bodies appear to contain no large fat deposits - fatty bodies extend from the gonads up to the lungs and heart, but these comprise only a tiny fraction of the frog’s mass, and don’t contribute to the round shape. Instead, their bodies are extremely muscular, allowing them to be adept burrowers, ideal for their fossorial lifestyle.

So TL;DR: rain frogs are little balls of muscle (maybe the largest muscle mass relative to body mass of any vertebrate? science just doesn’t know).

Ref:

Beddard, F.E. 1908. On the Musculature and other Points in the Anatomy of the Engystomatid Frog, Breviceps verrucosus. Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London, 1908:11-41 [x]

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OH MY GOD I JUST GOT BACK AND IVE BEEN SQUEALING LAYING ON MY FLOOR BECAUSE OHBMY GOSH.

WHAT. A. DATE.

so i wore this like purple dress and curled my hair, expensive perfume cus yk i gotta bag tssss 😓😓

and he sees me and he got me flowers and their LILYS which are my favorite flower, but i never told him that and so the only way he would know is if he went through my tiktok reposts sooo

anyways at the like cafe thing it was super nice !! i had like some greek salad and it was super super yums !! (nd hes super super yums)

anyways we walk on the beach but it actually gets fucking cold and ofc i dont bring a sweater because its gonna ruin the cute dress fit duhh 🤷‍♀️

buttt landen actually gave me his sweater so awww omgg omggg !!! it went really good and i really like this guy and hes so amazing oh my gosh

and before i got picked up he gave me a lil forehead kiss and omg omg im still thinking abt it

and i js checked and as im writing this he sent me a text saying “i had so much fun today, looking forward for the next one.”

YES YES YES GES YES TES

pls tell me im not being delusional i really like this guy 😓😓😓

OH GOD PH LYR EO OH MY GOFOFODOF

BROOO IM SO GLAD YOU HAD A GOOD TIME !!!! AND OMG NO HE REALLY SEEMS TO LIKE YOU SO I HOPE IT GOES WELL !!!

but oh my god.

this is literally the ideal situation whaddahell give me advice

actually don't i'm too scared to date anyone yet BUT I CAN STILL LIVE THROUGH THIS BECAUSE OMGGGGG i really hope you guys go on another date because !!!!!!

what's the convo like ?? like does he talk much ?? because i know being shy is one thing but i absolutely despise guys that literally just don't talk like ik you can talk don't play w me

[mantarrayss]

march 4 eden

march is over. winter is over and spring is here. i was walking back to my place and i noticed that there were some flowers blossoming right along the rsf. they were just there vibrant asf. i was thinking why am i lowk really into seeing monthly recaps? idk cus like they really are markers for where u are in your life. and sure, i knew that ofc but like looking back to my "documented" thoughts are beautiful to me. i confuse myself; this is so stream of consciousness (im so jodi picoult coded, nah tbh def more sylvia plath coded unfortunately.). a very feminine way of writing. thinking back to when my therapist told me that i am 25:75 masculine:feminine. sometimes it feels like i have two wolves inside me. haha jk. human emotions are so weird. i think its so funny that human is an adjective. i remember my ap lit teacher had an issue with something abt the word human. i wish i could remember what it was. i hope ms. goodwin is doing well. march was so funny i think. i was thinking back to the start of this month. i went to the mom jeans concert w b and k (im not fully name dropping ok) and that was just so funny how everything came about. that night was funny and everything else just unfolded after. im learning so much about myself and my human emotions like never before. critical thinking is a must now i suppose. right now im super obsessed with a couple of things. all ive been able to listen to is the sorry mom ep called juno goes to the big house and dazey and the scouts' album, maggot. i think this obsession will continue for a bit thru april. my top song of the month was te quiero por hombres g. ive been hella corny but that song is so good. ive been listening to a lot of music in spanish now. i think it makes me feel closer to my parents. rn i've been really into the idea of kafkaesque. imma try to read more kafka when i have a month of summer vacation we'll see tho. oooh and also mercury retrograde has been on my mind but just superficially. tho, sometimes, it feels all too good for everything to be a coincidence ykwim. i feel like ive been most leaning into the thought that nothing is coincidence. is that a crazy thought? lets see where i am next month... currently writing this at the steps of the campanile facing the golden gate bridge (i feel like ldr in that specific audio) i guess this is where i am meant to be.