#There will be a day where I've moved on.. but I'll still love you nonetheless.. I'll still find bits and pieces of me missing you

[collideliketwostars]

I wait for you

;Alex G

[baby-tini]

Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

[nqmonarch]

hihi! I want to say that I really LOVE the way you write Blade <33 and also what do you think about Blade with a reader who was part of the hcq in the past being reincarnated and joining the stellaron hunters in the present timeline but they don't remember anything from their past such as being Yingxing's lover

Yeah! Of course :) Didn't know if you wanted Yandere Blade or normal Blade assuming the former because it's the only Blade, it's not anything hardcore tho, I've written so far but let me know if this doesn't suit you, and I'll try again :)

Warning: High Cloud Quintet Spoilers,

TW: Kidnapping, Yandere

Note: Reader is a vidyadhara (think that makes the most sense in terms of reincarnation)

You knew everyone fairly well but you knew Yingxing the best. The two of you spending evenings next to each other in the same bed and days by each other's side. You weren't much of a fighter but he made you a weapon nonetheless and you carried it everywhere.

You would laugh as you saw Jing Yuan and Yingxing train while Jingliu would make them run laps every time they messed up their stance. You would stare at the skies with Baiheng and speak about worlds you'd only heard of in stories. Dan Feng was the one you knew the least but as everyone else became rowdy the two of you would stand in silence, both of you smiling with equal understanding of each other.

Then Shuhu, an emanator of abundance, attacked and those happy moments drifted off as dandelion seeds in the wind. You focused on evacuating citizens, fighting off mara struck with the knowledge you'd gained from watching Yingxing train. Your eyes were always on his body. Jing Yuan had been with you initially, the two of you had been talking about what to do for Yingxing's birthday. Beneath Jing Yuan's aloof exterior there was still a child, he was young after all.

You weren't sure where everyone else was but you only hoped they'd be okay.

Baiheng died. Dan Feng and Yingxing committed a sin, which would lead to both of them being banished. Jingliu returned but was struggling with mara. Jing Yuan was left to deal with the consequences as you left. You couldn't leave your lover on your own could you?

So you followed the mess that Yingxing was, making sure he never got hurt too much, trying to keep him safe. He didn't look the same, white hair turned to a blueish black and cool gray eyes turned a burning hot red. You still loved him, he didn't remember you, and whenever he did it was followed by a bout of pain. Part of you didn't want him to remember, if it was that terrible.

For the majority of the time you stayed by his side he was in and out of it, struggling to even move at points. You weren't around to see when he was able to fight time and again, when he went and hunted after Dan Heng, and how every time he was slain he came back stronger anew.

You had to leave, otherwise you likely would've died. You did it while he slept, otherwise he would've realized and maybe you would've felt too guilty to leave. But you had to go through the rebirth process. You left behind a journal for yourself to read and so you would go back to Yingxing but you never got the chance. After all if anyone else read it, why would they want a Vidyadhara leaving and risking their life, when population numbers already dwindled? Especially if they were risking their life for someone who almost ruined everything.

You were told you took a hundred extra years to hatch. You learned everything anew, deciding to pick up a weapon, it felt comfortable in your hands. Sometimes you'd dream of fighting mara struck off with it, sometimes the weapon was idly by your side as you felt joy course through dream you's body as you spoke to a friendly white haired male.

The thing was throughout a hundred years of living you'd never found a reason to live. The only thing you longed for were your dreams. You'd heard of a land called Penacony, where you could live in your dreams, and you'd smuggled your way in but it wasn't what you thought. You wanted to live in your memories, not some idealistic world. So you wandered planet from planet in search of something, anything. Your only purpose became finding a reason to live.

Everything changed when a woman called Kafka recruited you, she was all smiles and charm, and promised you the thing you were looking for. You'd been skeptical and challenged her but when she elaborated that you'd be able to live within your memories, you decided to join her. Whether Elio's plan worked out or not mattered naught to you, so long as you were able to live in your memories again.

Your dreams got fuzzier harder to reach with time, as if your past life was slipping away from you. This wasn't supposed to happen. But things improved slightly when a man with long navy blue hair eagerly joined the Stellaron Hunters. He looked at you with a strange longing gaze, it was honestly rather pathetic. Pathetic looked good on him though, well he looked good in general.

"Blade," Your voice held no extra emotion to it as he walked over to you, he felt strangely familiar, as if existing by his side wouldn't be that bad.

So you hung around him often, you weren't sure why he hung around you but he didn't speak much to you. It wasn't that there was nothing to say but too much to say, to the point he couldn't say anything. Instead he often clung onto you like you were his lifeline, in bouts of mara, his grip hurt but it wasn't the worst pain you'd experienced. Being a Stellaron Hunter meant you'd faced your fair share of fights. Now that Blade was here, you got hurt less and less, he'd tank blows for you and annihilate whoever you were against. There were always large stains of blood left in the place of your battles but you never got dirty.

You wondered what he would do if you died, go insane? From the little sanity he had left, "What would you do if I died?" You asked a slight smile on your face before returning to your usual silence.

You didn't have a moment to speak before you felt your back crash against the cold, hard floor knocking the air out of you. Normally you'd be able to keep up with Blade while sparring, although you doubted he had the heart to go all out against you. Now he gripped your biceps with no regard for your feelings, yet, it only lasted a few seconds as he loosened his hold to remove the pain yet keep you still. His knees rested next to your hips, and you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes.

"...You don't like that question?" You spoke with a grin on your face, was he really so attached to you?

Hot red eyes glared at you, as if you'd just committed a sin, "No. You... don't understand anything now. You... you've done far more than you should've." He forced himself to let go of your arms, standing up and walking away as stiff as a board. It was as if the very process was agonizing.

You stared at his back in puzzlement, "...Blade did you know me?"

He didn't answer.

Which led to your turn to chase Blade, always a step behind. When you weren't following him, you knew he was nearby, somewhere you couldn't see him. You could feel his gaze rest on your head, it felt very unique. You'd beg Blade for any clue about your past but he would remain quiet, as if ignoring you. He'd still step into all of your fights, blade itching to be used.

You only made progress on the mission where you'd been ordered to go to the Xianzhou Luofu, as someone who'd been raised there you happily snuck along even if it wasn't your mission. You were sure Elio knew anyway. Blade was on his own mission and for once you were alone. On the Luofu you met a man that gave you the same familiar feeling as Blade, a young fellow by the name of Dan Heng. He didn't recognize you at all though, so you assumed you didn't know him. He was the only one to catch a glimpse of your face without your cloak.

You traveled with him, Luocha, and Sushang for fun before dashing off to the streets, cloak covering any distinguishable part of your body, to buy some snacks. You ran into a short dragon girl, who felt somewhat familiar, but you doubted you knew her too. But then there was the general of the Luofu, a well spoken man, who put on the appearance of a slacker.

Did he sleep because he could no longer stand life? He felt familiar as well but you also empathized with him and that was why you went up to talk him. Putting on the act of a fortune teller, you saw a hint of recognition when he heard your voice. He agreed to let his fortune be read, and you did so staring at him for any other hint of your past. He looked at you very sorrowfully.

You weren't sure what compelled you to say it but you shared some thoughts with him, "I sleep a lot too," you suddenly remarked, uncaring that it gave away you having watched over him for a while, "Less now. But in the past the only place I could live was my dreams, memories of my past life. I yearn for them, dearly."

The general looked at you his smile waning, "Then perhaps one day we can discuss them." So he did know you. Who... exactly were you in the past? How did you find so much happiness, in the simplest things? How could you do that now?

But the two of you were never able to discuss that as the final act of Blade and Kafka's plan came into fruition you found yourself between a mournful Jing Yuan and Blade, who'd reappeared. You didn't mind Blade's company, he just got in the way sometimes.

Especially when he was holding the blade of his sword to the only person who'd been willing to help you recover your past. Jing Yuan didn't put up a fight, it was rather strange, instead he spoke in a wistful tone, "The two of you found each other again." Perhaps you'd been closer to Blade in your past life than you thought.

You'd unceremoniously been brought back to the ship the Stellaron Hunters were currently using. It was not by choice. Blade held you in his arms as you kicked and bit and scratched. He didn't mind in the slightest. He may have even liked it which dissuaded you a bit from continuing. You didn't scream, he'd probably kill any bystanders who cared anyway.

It was annoying. Even once you were back on the ship he was always by your side, literally. One part of his body had to be touching yours at all times, otherwise he'd begin to panic.

"...Tell me about my past." You demanded, glaring at him, concerningly more upset over this matter than him kidnapping you and his constant clinginess.

"Of six people, three must pay the price... why did you waste your time caring for someone like me? You love me..." then in a pitiful voice, seeking for confirmation he asked, "right?"

You looked at the mess of the man before you, had you loved him in your previous life? If so, then wasn't he part of your happiness... So you'd have to learn to love him again, "Right," You lied with a smile, resting a hand on his back as he embraced you burying his face in your neck.

The moment Blade couldn't see your face the smile dropped from it.

Imo Blade would hide his own sinful past and actions from the reader and not want them to have to embark down the road of pain, since he knows how terrible it is.

Reader is also lowkey a two faced person, don't know how much you guys noticed, but they put on one of those facades but inside they're like i'm dying inside yay... ._. i like two faced characters :) they're so fun to read in stories, haven't really written one before though

I honestly think reader is more unhealthy than Blade like yeah he's kind of obsessed with you but at the same time reader just concerning like highly fucking concerning. Did not mean for reader to be so concerning just happened.

Anyway as much as I love like that I waited 800 years for you troupe! I'm not a big fan of it, personally, with Blade's character just because he's a very big red flag for a relationship even as a non yandere. Being in love with someone from the past can turn out good but I feel like with Blade it would turn out so horribly and he would just see a memory as opposed to the past, present, and future of the reader.

I like the idea of him falling in love with someone while he's Blade because Blade feels like a very different person from Yingxing.

That being said the idea of reincarnated lovers always has its own kind of charm :)

[percynorthwest]

jegulus microfic - fool

June 21st - @jegulus-microfic - words: ~650

suuuper fluffyyy

Regulus awakes with the smell of food in the kitchen, soft music playing, and a glimpse of sun in his face. He can't help but let out a soft smile as he lets his eyes adjust to the light. He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a soft yawn. He doesn't quite feel like getting up yet, he want to soak in the emotions that this day brought. When he moved, the black cat laying by his feet stands up, arches its back, and starts walking up to Regulus' face, sniffing his hair before laying down by his chest.

"Hi, Luci," he mumbles while stroking her soft fur.

The cat immediately starts purring, and Regulus can't help his giddy excitement about it all. He's so pathetically happy. He buries his face in Luci's fur, smiling so big that he felt like his face was splitting in two.

"Wisee~ meeen saaay..." James' baritone voice can be heard from the kitchen, which only makes the warm feeling of happiness in Regulus' stomach grow. "Only fools rush in."

Regulus throws his legs off the bed, and lifts the cat into his arms as he joins James in the kitchen, the pathetic smile still oh so big on his face. If Regulus from a mere three years ago could see him now...

"But I caaaan't help," James continues, turning towards regulus as he sees him exiting their bedroom. "Falling in love with you..." he's singing into a wooden spatula which he holds in one hand, and he puts his other on the side of Regulus' face.

Regulus leans in and meets him in a welcomed kiss.

"Good morning love," James says, voice still a bit grainy from sleep -which only makes regulus want to drag him back to bed- but that's besides the point.

James is smiling softly and warmly at him, and Regulus feels so much that he has too look away from those brown eyes for a bit, before meeting them again.

"I've made breakfast," james says, nodding towards the kitchen table already set with plates, pancakes, juice, bread, fruits, and everything else in their fridge probably.

"I see," Regulus answers, still with a big grin. "Is this to be expected every morning?" he teases. "this is really... wow."

"It's quite nice, right? and i'll see what i can do, -no promises- but of course our first morning as roommates had to be extra perfect." He says with a smile.

"Any morning with you is extra perfect." Regulus can't help but say as he leans in again to kiss him.

Ugh, its so cheesy it's making (a part of) him want to throw up. He used to roll his eyes whenever couples would act like that, whether it be on a film or in real life. but now? he gets it. He really fucking gets it. Sure, him and james hasn't been together for long, well a year is quite long, so maybe they were just in some kind of eternal honeymoon-stage. But regulus loves it nonetheless.

"And roomates? have i been demoted from boyfriend?" he jokes as James hands him a cup of warm tea.

Regulus sets Luci down to get his hands on the cup.

"Hmm, maybe friends with benefits?" James smiles and grabs Regulus' hips, kissing the top of his head as Regulus takes a sip of the warm tea.

"mmm, sure."

They each take a seat at their kitchen table. the music is still playing softly in the background. outside it's shining. their (though she was Regulus' first) cat sips water from her bowl. Maybe they had to paint a few of the walls, unpack (a lot of) boxes, and maybe the apartment was tiny and far away from everything, but it was theirs, and it was the place where they shared the first of the many 'more than perfect' mornings.

[kykyonthemoon]

Dream 9451

Prison is when you have to live in darkness and yearn for what you never had.

He was a traveler from year 9451 to meet her, the girl who had died before he existed.

❀ Rafayel x OC/MC | AU

❀ This story was based on a dream that I had after a day in this game. Hence, there's a cliffhanger.

❀ L&D Masterlist

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆

Afternoon sunlight penetrated through the open window frame. The curtains were blown by the wind and disturbed above the small bed. Leaning on the edge of the bed, with her body sliding to the floor and her head nestled on the soft duvet was Lucielle. 

It was late afternoon, well past one o'clock. She covered her shoulders with her purple-purple pastel headphones and massaged her eyes. A nonchalant exhale escaped from her lips. A rather significant heat was coming from the laptop that was open on her lap, indicating many hours of continuous work.

As soon as she turned off the laptop and set it aside, Lucielle's phone vibrated again. She reached for it and picked it up:

"I'm here."

On the other end of the line came the voice of her best friend Cery:

"Hey, meet me at the mall later, okay?"

"At the shopping mall, or at the claw machines area?" Lucielle asked with a chuckle. She knew that her friend had invited her there only because the girl had her eyes on a guy who would show up at the arcade often lately.

"You know it! Shall we meet at three o'clock?"

"Sounds good... But I'm a little tired..." 

Sniffing Lucielle's intention to retreat, Cery said immediately:

"Let's go. I've read your tarot for today. Undoubtedly, you would meet the destiny of your life there. So you must come! Don't let fate slip out of your hand."

"Absolutely." Lucielle replied with a laugh. "Your tarot cards never say anything good about my love life."

"They do, this time!" Cery gave a solid reply. "I'll see you at the entrance then!"

Lucielle could only agree. It's good to hang out once in a while. She had spent too much time sitting in her room getting her work done. And it was another day off. While others were out on dates, or having fun with friends, she chose to lull in her room for the day.

Lucielle was just an ordinary office worker, living in a tiny apartment full of plush toys that she had won from claw machines. Besides from work, she just hung around at home holding her computer or phone, or spent time and pennies on claw machines at the arcade. Sometimes she got bored and really lonely, but in any case, life still went on. She did not have big ambitions. She just stood outside of this ever changing life, watching others live theirs, as if she was just an observer.

Perhaps all she was waiting for was a magical adventure. An encounter by chance. Something only happened once in a lifetime.

Alternatively, it could be that her wishful thinking came from having read and watched far too much fiction. 

She reflected on what Cery had just said, about meeting her destiny today. Then she laughed at her nonsense thoughts. The fate Cery refers to may be a special edition plushie. If so, that would be nice.

It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon. Lucielle stood under a tree outside the building rebuilt from the old structure. What was now the city's largest commercial building nonetheless held remnants of the past. That's how Linkon was — a modern place where the past met the present. Lucielle impatiently glanced at the watch before shifting her gaze to both sides of the wide road ahead of her.

She did not see Cery. But Lucielle's attention was drawn to someone at once. On the opposite side on the same sidewalk, a slender figure stood out from the crowd. Dark curls tinged with purple glow intertwined, resting down his brow and eyes were firmly looking in her direction. Lucielle let go of a heartbeat. The whole street froze and the only thing moving was the stranger's footsteps heading in this direction.

He came to a halt in front of Lucielle. The thin lips curled up into a smile. If someone had painted a dream, it would be exactly like this. Because this was so unreal. Why would there be such a perfect shaped person? Lucielle only dared to look up once, and their eyes met. 

"There you are!"

A soft voice spoke, drowning out all the noise in the street, birds singing in the trees and rustling leaves. It was as if the only sound in the universe. Lucielle was perplexed. This was a man she had never seen before, but he gave the impression that he had known her for a long, long time.

Just as she was about to say something, Lucielle heard a loud call of her name from another side. Turning her head, she caught sight of Cery walking happily towards her.

Lucielle raised a hand to wave. Then when she returned to the stranger earlier, he was long gone.

"How long did you wait? Today's bus was running a little late." Cery moved over to stand beside her. "But... What are you looking at?"

"Nothing..." Lucielle shook her head and said. "I’ve just met a very strange person..."

Lucielle paused. How could she put it into words; that she had just met a picturesque beauty?; that he had just vanished without a trace in a split second? She must have been dizzy and she blamed all the milk coffee she had had for the day. 

She took another glance at the street, before stepping inside the building in deep thought.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Rafayel darted a gaze across the busy street, where sunlight fell alternately through the foliage, covering her with a soothing aura. 

He had found her. In the world where she was truly alive.

Rafayel's mind was as deep as the ocean. Somewhere in the raging waves laid the memory of another land. In that place, she slept soundly, for eternity. 

Year 9451,

After a series of catastrophic disasters many millennia ago, the entire world was submerged in seawater.

A new species appeared. They resembled humans but possessed fish tails, with strength and longevity far exceeding those of humans. They were Lemurians.

Humanity entered a new life form. They drifted into slumber inside peculiar cocoons kept in the lowest depths of the ocean. In anticipation of the day the human eventually awoke, the Lemurians watched over them.

However, nobody had ever awakened. The cocoons that the ocean cherished for thousands of years began to rot, eventually dying out. 

Those humans’ eyes would never be able to open again…

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Reaching out to the glass, Rafayel removed the black seaweed that was holding the cocoon in place. They purposefully obscured the lovely sleeping girl who was drifting in an oceanic dream. He brushed the moss off the metal board attached to the cocoon to the side.

Lucielle Caelum

81000xxxxxx

Her face was pale, but relaxed as if she were just taking a long nap. Not a scratch, unscathed by the outer world. She was the best preserved specimen that the Lemurians had recovered from an ancient natural disaster.  And she was one of the humans placed in Rafayel’s care here.

Rafayel approached the cocoon until his nose came into contact with the glass. He had been to this place thousands and thousands of times, watching her fall asleep and sketching her dreams. Perhaps she was dreaming of the world in which she had lived, where people could walk with two feet on the ground. Little did she know, what awaited her when she woke up was the darkness of the ocean. 

Rafayel consequently created innumerable illustrations of the lands, or stories that he had learned about the ancient world. When she woke up, she would see them. She herself would tell him her story before slipping into this never-ending slumber. Rafayel allowed himself the autonomy to envisage her life, her family, her friends. He was daydreaming of a Lucielle he had not ever met.

For millennia when his eyes were only on her, Rafayel had fallen in love.

Yet, despite all their attempts to awaken humans, the Lemurians never succeeded. Eventually, the cocoons were unable to support the inhabitants within.They collapsed, and the tide carried the frail human bodies away, transforming them into bubbles that soared skyward, as though their souls yearned to rise above the waves once more. One after another, slowly, they were all gone.

Except for this only left.

"There is nothing we can do for humans anymore."

"They are too fragile for the world today."

"Let’s give up..."

The Lemurians voiced. But Rafayel, and he alone, had not given up. He assembled a group of other distinguished Lemurians and constructed a machine, before it was too late.

"Must you do this, Lord Rafayel?"

"Lemurian cannot be without a leader. Please reconsider your decision!"

"There is instability with this machine. Once you go back to the past, chances are you won't be able to return here..."

The discussions echoed across the vast sea as they carried on. Rafayel was adamant, though. Prison is when you have to live in darkness and yearn for what you never had. Going back to when it all began and preventing that event of doom was the only way. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to give it a try.

On the day of his departure, he came to see her one last time. 

The cocoon that held her did not last much longer. Having to watch her vanish was as if watching himself die. Rafayel's slender hand touched her face behind the glass as he said farewell.

"I'll find you."

And then, he went. The gears of the machine turned, forming countless rolling waves, and then the ocean disappeared. She disappeared.

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He found her in the third millennium. As vivid as his dream came true.

There were only three hundred and sixty-four days remaining before her world began to crumble.

-The End?-

[the-letterbox-archives]

What's up friend!!!!

I would love some rambles about Tales From A Dying Heart if you're down for it???

Also, love your blog <3

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thank you honeybe <3, i'd love to give a ramble about tfadh!!

i'm not sure how much i can go on about without spoiling, since the books aren't out yet, but i think i can talk about what i've found of the characters!

i mentioned this in a previous ask, but since the heart itself is the narrator of the stories, and it hates human love as it believes it obstructs its creations from happiness. so in order to strip the protagonists of the impact their love leaves on their identities, the heart gives them false names related to other aspects of their lives (this in tandem with the memory deterioration makes it so the people, if they were ever recovered, have no semblance of their past lives and their capacity for love). i'll give a quick preamble about all the protagonists' false names.

book 1: lady (a tortured heart)

lady's name comes from the title of 'lady,' quite a high position in medieval europe, where this world is slightly based on (but there's not much content there because the story is about the heart and these guys, not their world). lady has faced many hardships, but something she was always able to hold onto was her title; something the heart remembered.

book 2: sweetheart & crow (a dedicated heart)

sweetheart and crow's names come from the heart doing word association with their personalities; 'sweetheart' being chosen because she is a... well, a sweetheart. simply put, she's a very kind person, beloved by all (the heart is not very creative). crow is named after the bird, because crows are considered smart (by bird standards), something that reflects crow's personality as well.

book 3: winter & pyre (a distant heart)

winter and pyre are unique protagonists (though i won't say why yet), and their names are inspired by the two opposite temperatures/seasons; winter being named after the winter season, coldness, and natural disasters that occur in the cold like blizzards and snowstorms, and pyre being named after summer, warm temps, and natural disasters like wildfires and droughts.

book 4: dancer (a free heart)

dancer is named after her occupation, kind of. when she was in better health, she loved to dance, and it was integral to her identity. as her condition worsened, she couldn't dance anymore, but the heart took pity on her and bestowed her a name to reference her best days.

book 5: rook (a cautious heart)

rook is a bit far fetched, i liked the name as-is and had to work backwards with the meaning. in chess, the rook moves in a straight line, and is also sometimes referred to as a tower, elements i associate with strength of character. this is completely paradoxical to rook as he is known in the story, but it holds some meaning in his past life, when he was more self-assured.

book 6: vex (a vengeful heart)

vex's name comes from the word vex, moreso in relation to the term 'vexed,' which can't really encompass all the rage that defines her, but is a solid stab at it. to be fair, there's no single word to adequately describe vex's anger and suffering. the heart tried nonetheless.

book 7: chalice & hunter (a desperate heart)

i've already done a bit on chalice, so i'll just restate that: the heart recognises chalice as a prince, fond of wine and gold, describing chalice's ring's as "golden palms," focusing chalice's identity on his rich, royal status, using his expensive items as the cornerstone of his existence. as for hunter, he's named after his job, he's a bounty hunter and also hunts for food. this still places him below chalice socially, since he's just a hunter and chalice is a prince.

book 8: hornet & dove (a lingering heart)

hornet and dove are named after those animals. the violent, stinging hornet paired with the gentle, peaceful dove. a true match made in hell, and representative of their personalities outside their relationship.

book 9: maestro & muse (an artful heart)

maestro's name comes from the word 'maestro,' meaning an artistic master (usually in a classical music context, but this maestro is related to painting), and muse's name from the word 'muse,' simply a source of inspiration. these names serve to describe their relationship, but it is also effective apart; maestro is obsessed with artistry and being the best, and muse is often just a subject, not a creative herself.

book 10: opal (a defenseless heart)

for opal's name, i searched for pretty, valuable gemstones, and was drawn to the black opal. in the story, opal is often a commodity for others, so that ties in well to the gemstone name.

book 11: aegis & mouse (a protective heart)

aegis' name comes from the word 'aegis,' and describes how he protects his sister (and less often, himself) from harm, being the older sibling and the de-facto responsible one. mouse's name comes less from the stereotypical timid nature of mice (symbolically), but more how small and agile mice are, how they tend to slip through the cracks and go to places they're not supposed to be in, like mouse herself.

book 12: seeker (an honest heart)

seeker's name comes from her role in the heart; she's 'seeking' the truth, 'seeking' those who've been lost, 'seeking' a new life for everyone, without the heart's presence. the heart does not respect seeker enough to grant her a name that honours her past life.

[maddstermind]

Words Into Potions Intro! Introducing...

~ Auberon Academy: Dark Things ~

Title: Auberon Academy (Book Three) - Dark Things Genre: Fantasy Mystery/Thriller Summary: Ashton and Sutton's quest to find the missing king is coming to a close, but not in the way they expected; Rosamund works with her loved ones to craft a way to finally get a step ahead of their enemies; Addison sets sail for Rasduk in hopes of finding a cure for petrification; and Christie returns from winter break to a terrible betrayal.

The strings of fate binding the four together are drawing closer and closer, as the mastermind is finally revealed and a specter is finally unmasked. The end is drawing near, and it's time to prepare for war.

Here is the tag I use for all Aubie-related things!

Below the cut I have a snippet for you! (From book two, as book three is not yet written!)

     Darkness.       It was oppressive and all-encompassing, making it hard to breathe or think, let alone move. Trapped with a dozen other small bodies, unprepared for the destruction that came with magic. A manifestation that came several years too early, spelling doom for them all.      Behind the fear, there was still a lingering feeling. It was almost indescribable, and had simply been labeled "dark." It was a different darkness than that which surrounded the group, but persistent nonetheless. It had been persistent for some time now, hunting somewhere in the forest at the base of the mountain.      Just as hope was fading and the darkness was on the verge of becoming permanent, there it was — light, bright and welcoming like an old friend. Then came desperate hands and arms, pulling the small, fragile bodies out of the rubble. One by one they tumbled out and went running to their parents, scared that their short lives were nearly ended in an accident.      And then there was the culprit. He was pulled from the rubble by a hand that shone with the light of the suns, yet was cold to the touch. Their body was similarly bright but cold, and a sword hung off their side, the sharp blade hidden in its sheath, away from the curious fingers of children. Despite their cold exterior, they looked at the child with the fondness of a father, of a friend. A handsome, unmarred face, friendly eyes, and dark hair with pale streaks running through it.      They looked like a hero. Something out of a fairytale. Someone who had helped already — and could maybe help more.      He grabbed the cold, shining hand and kept the hero in place. "Please," his voice came out as little more than a whisper, after all the yelling and heavy breathing he'd done in the last however long. "Please, I need your help."      They kneeled, holding his hand gently. "Let's find your parents, yes? You'll be safe with them."      He shook his head. "There's something in the forest."      "Something in the forest?"      "I can feel it. I've been feeling it. It's… I don't know what it is. It's something dark. In the forest, by the mountain."      "Something dark," they repeated, solemn. "Well, let me tell you this, child." They put their free hand on his shoulder, and gave a bright smile, full of teeth. "Not all dark things are bad."      Their words calmed him, despite everything. He was still afraid, but less than he'd been before. He still trembled, but less so.      The hero stood, dusting themself off. "How about this. I'll go check it out now. Just to make sure it's nothing dangerous. Alright?"      He nodded. "I can take you there," he offered. "I can feel it, I can follow it."      They shook their head, looking to the treeline. "No, you need to go home and rest up. You've had a tough day, but you've done a good job and have been very brave. I'll stop by once I've found out what it was. Alright?"      Looking up at them, he believed they could do anything in the world.      "Alright."

This is the prologue of book two, but it's where the phrase "dark things" starts in the series, so I thought it'd be a good excerpt!

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The Storer of Storer & I

Prologue

He rotted my brain in 24 hours, starting on 12-31-23 while I was getting ready to go celebrate New Year's Eve with my friends and keeping The Bear S1 in the background, only really really tuning in for eps 1, 7 and 8. The rest at that point was what I considered great nonetheless, but still just kept it on in the background because I was running late. By the next day, I ended up starting this year with a massive hangover, collapsed on a sofa, and not being able to move, so I had no other choice but to watch the entirety of S2 back to back to back. It was over by then. I was a hopeless case. I had to do a full re-watch right then and there. The first of many. I was not only hooked but also fully and devastatingly BRAINROT.

The Honeymoon phase

I tried to understand him because loving is knowing, right?

This was before S3 happened, so I went all in because I wasn't jaded by his slow-burn tactics, at that point, and because Calo was still our red string of fate that brought us together and kept us together.

So, I plunged into his waters and swam, I swim IRL, so it wasn't hard:

And then some more, right after S3 came out because I was on the fence, the love/hate relationship that I now have with him was starting to bloom and thus, our honeymoon phase was about to come to its end, but not quite so yet, so I defended his name when everyone wanted his head on their wall:

The "Love to hate you" phase (Yes, Erasure is always relevant)

Then I tried to do a full re-watch of S3, and I COULD NOT. I still can't. He broke me. I haven't been able to yet. I could only do a re-watch of the scenes that I consider more crucial, and then cross-reference them with those that IK are related to them, from previous seasons. But that's it. Our honeymoon phase is soooooo over! And Calo is being missed. CALO COME THE FUCK BACK ASAP! YOU MAKE STORER BETTER AT THIS!

BUT

This hell he put me through gave me even more objectivity in analyzing his work. So, OK, I'll take it.

I mean is not like I wasn't objective before, I definitely was and that's how I could predict like 90% of his moves this past season:

Truthers, have mercy

The catch is that, even during this love/hate phase, I still totally understand him, I can see where he comes from and maybe even, guess where he's going.

Just like when I only loved him to pieces, I guess that's because I still admire him and in my book, there can't really be love unless there's admiration. I can do respect - like Richie - I can play nice and even help in whatever way I can, sure! Because for me none of those things require LOVE, that's the bare minimum for me, that's my default behavior unless you REALLY AND UTTERLY FUCK WITH MY PATIENCE. But LOVE, love is a different thing, I can only love those I admire and look up to and inspire me. Storer, even at his worst, checks all those boxes. His basement level is most people's rooftop.

So I guess I still love him and that's why I could appreciate his work even when I hated him at times while he tortured me with it. Mostly because I saw it coming, so I had braced myself for it but also, because beneath that THICK LAYER of hatred, there's still love and admiration for his work.

What are we? Where is this relationship going, Chris?

Neither of us knows for sure because he's basically the Zodiac killer, but what I do know is that by trying to see HIM as he is, which is what he expresses in his body of work, like any artist, obviously, and not trying to see him as I wish he was or project onto him my wishful thinking about his work, I can still understand him, no matter how much I wanna slap him half the time (the other half I wanna french kiss him).

I can still get his symbolism pretty well, I think:

He speaks a legendary, mythological, archetypical language.

I can still maybe get what he's trying to do here I guess:

Carmy's breakthrough

Their crying game

The Sydcarmy crisis

My 3 favest

The Loop

The tree

Purpose, chef!

The trap

BOH vs FOH

The margins

The keepers of the weather

Yeah, right!

C's reverse psychology

His erotic transference

She's been part of the family since Bolognese

Carmy is a hypocrite

Follow the legend NOT the Sonet because Shakespeare is a trap

Fairest Creatures

The Biyi birds

No table YET

Paupiette of Hamachi with blood orange sauce

So I guess that's where we are at right now. I'm still playing his waiting game. I already know his rules. I know what to expect from him. And no matter how much I hate him, I still love him. BUT I WANT CALO BACK ASAP, this is not working out without her.

No intimacy

Imbalance

So... That's our story and it hasn't come to an end yet.

But when it does, I know exactly what that breakup is gonna look like. It's most likely gonna be on good terms:

The Bear's Legacy

Except he plays the Lalaland card: (sorry there's no link for my own RB notes on my own posts bc Tumblr sucks!)

In which case I will get on the first plane to wherever in the world he is and really slap him. Worst breakup of my life.

But I hope it doesn't come to that. I still trust him. Even when I hate him.

IDK...

Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs

[zhongrin]

maybe it makes you feel better to know that there are people who feel you like, they know wym

for example I was and always am second choice, to the point where I nearly lost my two best friends.. yeah.

and I do selfship too and I know the feeling when you finally have someone who sees you as their first choice forever (ya even have 3 !! you're so lucky and tbh you deserve it <3)

and it's just mean and ignorant of those anons to say something like that, it's childish even because it seems like they weren't able to just block you omg.

meirin, know that here are several people who got your back and those anons can go fuck themselves and that your feelings are so, so valid

I hope you can have a good day / night nonetheless, I love you

sincerely, maybe ya know who

cw. this became a little vent-ish for the first few paragraphs hskdjsl, skip to paragraph 4 if you don't want to see it

to this day i still have nightmares of all the times i've been rejected or pushed away because i wasn't good enough. yes, people come and go and yes, they probably weren't people who i would want to have in my life either way - i know that fully. but it hurts. and once it happens enough times it's just... frankly speaking, traumatizing.

sometimes it feels like i'll never be good enough. what's the point of making friends or trying to look for love if i'll get cast aside in the end? i'm trying, i'm working on it ofc, we are all working on our own fears and struggles... so honestly i just can't fathom how people can just... make light of someone's fears and trauma and tell them it's invalid/'not that bad'/just move on. "it's just a joke" well that joke made me spiral and cry so i guess i should just wipe my tears and laugh, huh? because in the end this is just a blog and they're just here for the content and i'm not a human being so they don't care. it's all just for fun, right?

what has humanity come to...

sigh. anyway, vent over.

thank you for this.

despite everything, i'd like to believe that one day we'll be the first choice to someone, not just our f/os. don't give up, friend <3

[ysphcpb]

Your thoughts on this? https://www.tumblr.com/waitmyturtles/711772662946463744/turtles-catches-up-with-old-gmmtv-sotus-edition

I'm not sure what was your expectation with this ask, but shortly put, I don't agree with most of the ideas and analysis in this review. Going into details might turn this into my own SOTUS review, so I'll only elaborate some main points in the 'readmore' section.

I think it makes sense that op interpretes the characters and the series so differently from how I do, because preferences and interpretation are supposed to be personal and subjective.

I would like to talk about this part, however.

"did GMMTV cast [Krist] because, maybe, he was having trouble getting other projects that would have required, say, acting? And GMMTV was like, well, this guy’s under contract, let’s throw him a bone with this experimental show we’re doing, and see how it goes?"

I don't know if this was meant to be a joke or not? but it is not true nonetheless. SOTUS casting, workshop and early filming took place before the series was picked up by gmmtv. Krist & Singto, freelancers at the time, went through 2 casting rounds of 400 people before they were finally cast as main leads. More details can be found in this post by P'Lit (director of SOTUS), where he shared his journey starting from being offered the job to the end of season 1, as well as his thoughts on some of the actors, including Krist.

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So to elaborate, here are some of my thoughts:

1) While I agree that there weren't many options at the time SOTUS came out, and the series does need a more polished script to be more appropriate for today's ideologies, I do not think limited choice was the only reason it achieved that big of a success. As can be easily checked in the comment section of SOTUS/SOTUS S/Our Skyy Arthit-Kongpob, alongside old fans coming back for rewatch there are still new viewers in this era discovering the series and loving it. This means that this type of series with these types of characters and dynamics can also adhere to many people's preferences, both in 2016 and till this day.

2) As I've said, it is a matter of subjective interpretation. Where they see Krist's bad acting, lack of eye-contact/reactivity and chemistry with his partner, I see Arthit's shyness, insecurity, fear of change and attention, and his effort to physically and vocally express affection out of his love for Kong. In my opinion, Krist did a great job with this character (as both a headhazer and Arthit's normal self), and the fact that Kongpob wholeheartedly loves him for who he is and respects his boundaries is one of the things I really like about this series.

In my view, SOTUS also does not just centre around a love story, but rather focuses on 2 equally big themes: the hazing system (for the first part), and the relationship of Kongpob & Arthit (the later part). I think the slow-burn direction fits well with these two themes, in that their relationship has more chance to progress after the hazing period has ended for freshmen, and hazers won't need to keep up their serious and unapproachable image.

3) I agree that there was a change in power dynamics, but not in the way discussed in this analysis.

"the issue that I bring up about power dynamics. Krust as Arthit was going to do something in this show that was rare at that moment: Arthit was going to move from a socially majority position to a minority position by falling in love with Kongpob. (...) in the Asian collectivist perspective -- you, as a uke, respond empathically, and maybe even try to meet your seme where your seme is at."

I personally don't like the implication that being shyer, less assertive to overtly show affection, and taking more time to navigate feelings, can make someone become the "minority position" in a relationship, regardless of sexual/romantic orientation, how collectivistic the culture is, how much the individual is affected by their culture, (and yes, regardless of whether the character was deemed as the "wife" in the novel/series or not). From how I see it, at the start, Arthit really was the one with more power, being a 2-year-older seniour and a headhazer that could literally give orders to Kongpob (and other freshmen). But as their relationship grows, there is actually more balance in how they mediate differences, take care of each other (more clearly shown in SOTUS S), and that they still regularly use honorifics with each other (even though Arthit is older and not socially required to).

That said, I think Arthit never stopped behaving and seeing himself as the older seniour, just as how Kongpob never stopped behaving and seeing himself as the younger juniour, which makes sense in a culture with age hierarchy like Thailand and is not necessarily a bad thing. Arthit is always the one who experiences things first (being a freshman, hazing, internship, graduating, having a job) and can give Kongpob advice when he asks for it. Arthit, as the older person, also feels more responsible and worries more about the outcome of their relationship and how it might affect Kongpob's future, which actually led to many conflicts in the series. This is consistent in the sequels as well.

4) I don't think the "I don't like men, I only like P'Arthit" line is problematic in the particular context of SOTUS. The line makes sense to me, expecially when accompanied by what comes next: "It's not the same. (...) If it's not P'Arthit, I won't like." Throughout the whole series, Kongpob was indeed never shown being interested in anyone (men or women), except for Arthit, whose kindness and cuteness impressed him. And from how I understand Kongpob as a character, I don't think he'd feel the need to say anything but the truth, especially to one of his close friends. In my view, while Kongpob is canonically not gay, he could easily be a representation for demiromantic or demisexual people.

Note: I have not watched most of the other series op mentioned in the post and can't comment on their reference to these shows. I also don't actively search for bls to watch, so I'm not that much of an expert in this category of series.

[leeyanyanyaaan]

15 / 09 / 2023

altho i did listen to "social path" during its release (lisa my beloved im so happy they did a collab <3) today was the first time i watched the mv and rlly payed attention to the lyrics... and i began to realize how relatable this song felt to me. searching for the english translation all the more proved it. for an upbeat song, i seem to have grown an emotional attachment to it ^^;

i'll properly write it out into a story one day, but for now, here are the thoughts i've noted down as i listened to social path again and again. here, i write about my dream to eventually leave home and get to live my own life (originally, i was writing it out in 3rd person as i was planning to turn it into a skz x reader fic... but you'll see that it eventually got personal XD)

• "Gave up my youth for my future" lived a life predetermined for them by their parente, had to sacrifice many things they wanted, "gave up my youth" to follow along to what their parents told them, never experiencing much happy childhood memories

• "I just want to rise up stronger" after years of living their life like this they want to break free and become strong and independent - their own person

• Verse 1: they've left home, escaping the environment that once had them completely under control; now they're living on their own, only have themself to depend on. it's daunting but liberating at the same time. their family berates them for choosing to leave everything behind because they didn't want to live that way anymore and want to live their own way, but they think otherwise, that they've endured enough to suppress their desires and temptations to please them and that despite no longer wanting to go through it anymore, they've grown stronger because they were able to make the difficult decision to save themself and choose independence. their past experiences were painful, but enduring it has made them stronger, and they can only face forwards towards the future because there won't be a second time

• Prechorus: they know the path they've chosen is going to be a lonely one because everyone who used to love them has now turned away from them because of their decisions. they're in a new environment/situation where they only have themself to depend on, but they won't give up and fall after how far they've come, they know that their family wants them to give up and run back home to them. it's a bittersweet feeling, painful, but also hilarious that their family ever thought they'd want to live that life forever. their inner demons haunt them, but it's okay now, they're now reminders of why they chose this path.

• Chorus: you only live once, I'm ready to take on this path no matter what anyone else says. "This path was meant to be my dream," I've longed to finally be able to do this, despite all the hurt I've suffered for this, I don't regret my decision, so call me crazy, "down on this road, call it the social path"

• Verse 2: I know this hard decision is something that will haunt me for a long time. I've parted from people in my life, my family being the hardest to leave. I've seen many come and go, so even if I end up on my own, it'll be fine, I will fight for myself

• Bridge: there's no way back to the past to mend any old regrets, I dont want to go back to the past anyways, so I'll just keep moving forward and looking towards the present. Even if I get lost on the way, even if I take this journey all on my own, I'll keep going and reach my goal: to live the life I want.

thoughts? i might make a seperate skz (+ lisa 😳?) x reader in the end with a dystopian setting... but rn im still rlly in my angsty feels over this song so it probably wont be until a while XD nonetheless, i hope you like my interpretation of social path :)

[quincyhorst]

Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

[stoiclittlepoet]

Broken Lighthouse

I walk home along the coast line, the sun faded about an hour ago

And now I can see this light flashing from the horizon, ever so far.

It's safe to assume that's It's probably just a lighthouse beside some more land

Though this lighthouse seems to fail at its job, it's broken.

You see, lighthouses are supposed to warn boats about the land,

Make sure that they turn away and avoid rocks and hazards,

Yet when I look at this light from an eternity away

I feel attracted to the light, like a moth to a flame, I want to move towards it.

Of course, I can't just go to this light. I don't know how to swim,

And by the time I find a way by land, the sun will rise and it will be no more.

Even still, it's nice to imagine what would be at the end,

waiting ever so patiently for me to get over to the other side.

Could it be a pile of treasure?

Maybe the love I've been looking for?

Perhaps the missing sock I lost four years ago?

Or the answers to all questions that no-one will answer for me?

In reality, what awaits me there is a lighthouse on some rocks

Warding away boats from the harsh lands we tread

But even still, if I'm in awe from looking at where I can be,

I wonder if the view will be better, seeing where I came from.

Maybe one day I'll travel to the lighthouse, an hour after sunset

And see the light from where I walk now, the journey I have taken.

I may feel clarity, a sense of realization of the changes I made,

Or perhaps I'll still be like a moth to a flame, and wish for a way back.

If only I could teach myself to swim.

This is a piece I made that will be part of a series I'm hoping to publish, let me know what you think

(I don't the Tumblr lingo, this is my first time using Tumblr lol. I have no idea what I'm exactly doing here, but nonetheless, hope you enjoyed the read and have a good day!)

[casspurrjoybell-22]

The Art of Sin - Chapter 18 - Part 2

•Bain López (Werewolf)

*Warning Adult Content*

A human, in his early fifties, struggled against Nikoli as he fed.

Oberous moved around to get a better vantage point and that's when I saw.

It was Connor, an older version of himself but Connor nonetheless.

I would never forget the face of the man who tricked me into loving him and then sold me.

Even as he cried for his life, I didn't feel anything for him.

I had thought I loved him but really, I didn't know what love was.

I was young, blind to the dangers.

My naivety cost me everything. 

Connor fell to the ground, cold and dead.

Lord Nikoli, who I had never seen angry before, was terrifying.

He glared at his body with such hatred and disgust that it scared me to my core.

As he reached down, digging into the pocket of Connor's corpse, his hands shook.

I was surprised when he pulled out my amulet, the one representing my people.

I had given it to Connor the day before he sold me.

Until my former master had given it to me to wear I had thought I'd never see it again.

"You disgusting creature. He loved you. He loved you and you betrayed him like that?"

I was stunned as Lord Nikoli yelled at Connor's body, his voice trembling with unconcealed rage.

Tears ran down his face as he gazed at my amulet, clenching it in his hands before looking at the sky and whispering an oath.

"I will find you, little Winter. I will find you and I will give you the love you truly deserve. You will be happy again, I swear it."

Lord Nikoli and Connor faded away, being replaced with the calmer version of  Lord Nikoli that I was used to.

I watched as he tracked down my former masters, usually ending in their death after finding out who'd I'd been sold to.

He didn't stop, It took a long time, my masters the kind to cover their tracks and disappear but even then, he never gave up.

Even the others helped him.

I was stunned how they all worked to find where I was.

They didn't even know me.

I heard them speak of different ways that they could make me feel welcome, to show me that not everyone was bad.

I could see how bad they wanted to find me, especially after seeing where I had been.

I felt unbelievably happy but at the same time, I felt ashamed.

I was ashamed that I had refused to trust them.

Here they worked so hard to find me and how do I repay them?

I called their love fake.

I didn't allow myself to trust them for the longest time but now I know what they feel, what I feel.

The memories finally stopped on one of Lord Nikoli and my last master.

He spoke with him in soft tones before handing over a suitcase which I assumed held money.

As my former Master went to leave, a delighted smile on his face, Nikoli stopped him, holding the amulet.

"Give this to him, if you would."

"Certainly, sir. I'll even make sure he's presentable for you."

He took the amulet, walking towards the car that was waiting.

Just as he reached for the handle, Nikoli called out.

"Oh and don't think of taking off with the money without giving me the boy. I'll find you and you will not like what happens."

I didn't miss how my former master's hand trembled or how he swallowed loudly before nodding and getting in the car.

Nikoli looked towards the sky as the car disappeared.

"I've finally found you, my lovely Winter."

*********

He disappeared, leaving me in the darkness.

Oberous was oddly quiet.

I didn't know whether he meant to show me all that or not.

"Why couldn't he show me that kind of love?" his voice was hoarse and at the same time quiet, as if it was further away.

"Even when I disappeared, he never once looked for me."

"So you stalk him and then attack us?" 

He hesitated before answering.

"It wasn't meant to be like that. It took me so long to find the manor. I was so happy when I did but then he got a heads up that I was close and... HE RAN OFF. HE TRIED TO LEAD ME AWAY FROM YOU ALL."

His outburst, though not as powerful as last time, still startled me.

He calmed down as quickly as he got angry.

"I felt betrayed. He could feel so strongly for you all but never paid me any mind. I didn't get a single ounce of his affection. Oh, but you all have him wrapped around your little fucking fingers," his voice got quieter and quieter until I had to strain to listen.

"You know what? I don't care anymore. I'm tired of it all."

He was slipping away, I realized.

His life force, the power of a 'Master Class Vampire' was settling inside me.

It was becoming one with my own power, mixing and blending until you couldn't tell which was which.

I began to feel my body though it was heavy with the amount of energy being contained in it.

I knew that, no matter what was to come, I wouldn't be the same physically and mentally.

I've learned things that I could never forget, things that made my emotions ignite like fireworks on a dark summer night.

Physically... well, this amount of power would change anyone.

My abilities would be different.

I don't know what I would gain from Oberous but it would take awhile to get control over it.

Lord Nikoli came to mind, the idea that he could help me with these vampiric powers.

The others would probably laugh at my attempts to learn but they would do what they could so that I got control over them.

It was then that I heard it, the voices.

"Winter..."

"Please don't die, Winter..."

"We're so sorry..."

"You did it..."

"You saved us, Winter..."

"We love you..."

"Please..."

And lastly, a voice that I'd heard from so many of Oberous's memories, a voice that he was obsessed with, that he loved.

A voice that I too, loved.

"My love, please wake..."

My eyes snapped open, looking into the red ones I knew so well.

The eyes that held warmth and love.

The eyes that filled with relief before I launched myself into their owner's arms.

I was instantly engulfed in his embrace.

Burying my nose in the crook of his neck, I breathed in his scent.

I didn't pay any mind to how my body screamed at me to not move, to lay back down.

I didn't do anything but clench the back of his shirt, letting out a breathless whisper that held all my emotions, saying only one word, one name.

"Nikoli."

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you could ask toga when certain holidays were and honestly? she probably could tell you. valentines day being one of them. dabi had mentioned the holiday a few days ago. asking himiko if she wanted to send deku or ochako some flowers and while the idea intrigued her, she dismissed it all together and picked another target instead.

they used to play heroes and villains when they were little, and now we're playing that same game. yet back then, toga almost always was the hero. why she had monoma's number saved still, she didn't know. but, nonetheless, she did. staring at the blinking cursor for some time, toga finally typed out a text and clicked send:

" today's a holiday about love, relationships, and stuff. but the only person i've ever truly cared for and had any kind of love for, even familal, is.. you. delete this once you've read it, but know that today, i only thought of you, nei. ❤️ if anyone breaks your heart today, i'll break theirs! "

Neito, conversely, knew exactly why he still had her number in his phone, why it still had her name followed by a string of the cutest emojis she said she liked, why the profile picture was still an image of the two of them together from a time he preferred not to look back at at all. Because that's how he was, an archivist, trying to keep everything to do with his sister's memory perfectly intact and undisturbed. Just in case. Just in case she wanted to come back. That's why he had turned one of the guest rooms pink and filled it with toys removed from a long-abandoned house he had fought to get his hands on, only graced by murmurs between doctors and parents about attachment and moving on, like giving a pacifier to a screaming baby. But he knew better. It wasn't there for him. He kept them there for her, just in case, just in case.

So when, after a long day of his first real Valentine's Day ever, his phone lights up with a notification from that artifact of a contact, at first he feels his heart sink. Had the number been given away? For someone else to use, who now texted him to break a chain of carefully-kept conversation with an unwelcome, unfamiliar intrusion, breaking through an archive of text they would never see?

He opens his phone, and the sinking despair in his stomach turns into something much colder and heavier, but despite it, his chest fluttered. There was no mistaking who it was from. Those pixels claw at his innermost nostalgia, but at the same time, were so, so, distant.

She had left before he started using that name. Was she keeping up with him? Looking out for him, even now? Was it the sports fest, or something even earlier-- some time, somewhere, where despite how he's changed, she still recognized him? Almost nervous and almost hopeful, he glances towards his window, but dismisses that fanciful delusion as quickly as it had set in and shakes his head.

He reads the message again, and again, and again, and again, trying to will up a response, but everything he wants to say felt impossible to type out on a screen. He wanted to see her again, to ask why and how and what, and none of those words could ever translate across the screen like he wanted them to. He begins to type out messages; some short, some long, some silly, some sad-- but all are deleted before he ever presses send. The message sits there, expectantly. Delete this once you've read it.

Monoma was an archivist. She would never know if he kept it, a special memento, a little bit of hope to keep in Pandora's box. He didn't have to do what she said, he could just keep it, tuck it close, ensure it was never forgotten.

His thumb presses the three dots in the upper corner, and then on the word Edit, and then on the little red 'x' next to the message. It disappears without so much as a whimper, and he despises how empty it feels, how he just keeps staring at the screen, not so much as a sniffle. One would imagine there should be more tears, more laughter, more anger-- but the screen flattens out his entropy like a leaf pressed into a book, there to sit right next to the memory of a sister whose last message had been "I'm getting boba with my friends after school, do you want any?" and not a sister who had stabbed into a boy with a straw just the day after, not the sister who stood alongside the villains that put the lives of his coursemates in danger. But the same way he wasn't the sister in the photo he used to be, she wasn't either, and so maybe it was better to shield himself from it like this; to erase the contamination of that precious preserved memory, to follow her instructions and make sure the past and present never linked again, not until he could bring her home.

He watches for another few minutes, hoping for another message, hoping for the illusion to shatter anyway. But it doesn't, and he retreats back into the cowardice he knows he's made of, setting the phone to the side and turning his gaze back to the textbook he hadn't really been reading at all.

[acherontiarchivist]

Ok so… Gabriel May telling the reader sweet(or dirty <3) nothings while she gets through some period cramps. Bc if Gabriel comforted me in his voice I’d probably just melt 😩

Anon your MIND. I've been obsessing about this all through work the last few days. Literally struggling through bad cramps myself and now I can't stop thinking about synching cycles with him fjabskzksns 🤭

Gabriel May comforting the reader through menstrual cramps under the cut 💜💜💜

Content: menstruation, reader uses female gendered pronouns (as requested), possessiveness (if you squint), dirty talk, voice kink, IMPLIED NSFW 🔞

🚫MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚫

You don't much mind the harder days anymore. Sure, the pain is unpleasant as always–debilitating at worst, inconvenient at best– but now you have your loving partner to help you through it! And boy, does he make you feel pampered.

Currently, he has you reclined on the couch, propped up by pillows and tucked tight into your favorite blanket, heating pad radiating a relieving warmth. He refuses to let you do any housework, or even get your own glass of water; instead, waiting on your every need himself. About every hour or so he'll stop whatever chore he's working on to check on you; refill your glass, bring you snacks, make sure your heating pad isn't too hot.

Once again, he enters the living room and lightly pets your cheek with the back of his fingers, "How… are you feeling?... Are you comfortable?" You are as cozy as can be, even your favorite candle flickers on the table, emitting a warm floral aroma, he has seen to your every request without hesitation, though… there is one more thing he could do for you.

"Anything you need… I will provide for you… my dearest."

His voice projects softly through your earbuds, though he still kneels by your place on the couch and leans in to brush hair out of your face.

"Come lay with me," a barely audible whisper, but he complies nonetheless.

"Of course," carefully, he wedges himself between you and the couch cushions, laying one leg between yours and resting his head on your shoulder.

His breath tickles your skin and causes your face to flush; you dare not move in fear of him shifting too far away.

"How does this feel… I'm not putting… too much weight on you… am I?"

"Not at all. You could put all your weight on me and I'd be just as snug."

His little snickers echo through your ears, "Is that so?" Immediately, he lifts the blanket and straddles you, tucking his hands between your back and the supportive pillows, then once again leans his head on your shoulder. He must be able to tell how your heartbeat picked up, how your breathing became just slightly more rapid, as he scoots just a little closer, breath ghosting just behind your ear now. "Yes… this is much better."

You reposition the blanket and wrap your arms around him, releasing a contented sigh.

"I've got you trapped in my cage now… I think I'll keep you to myself."

"I'm fine with that," you laugh.

"Good girl."

Shivers travel down your spine, you know what he's often thinking of when he uses that nickname.

Though, as much as he sometimes likes to indulge in carnal desires, he very much cherishes the times where you hold one another, as you are now. He lives for moments like this, where there's nothing in the world but you, and him, slowly breathing in and out together. It's quite peaceful, and so quiet that he can usually hear whatever music you were listening to, though now he can hear nothing at all. "No music today, my dearest?"

"I'd much rather hear your voice."

Somewhat shocked, Gabriel pulls back and straightens out to look you in the eye. He lingers there, speechless for what seems like ages. Evidently, your own sweet nothings meant so much more than that to him. "I don't know… how you love me… like you do."

"How couldn't I? You do so much for me," you pull him in by the chin and kiss his forehead, "plus, you fit perfectly in my lap."

He leans back in for a tighter hug before pulling back just enough to nibble at the flesh of your neck, "I'll do so much more, too…"

Slowly he inches his way down your body, hands gliding restlessly over your sweater in search of the hem, until they finally snake their way underneath. His cold fingers leech the warmth from the heating pad before tossing it aside and pulling you closer by the waist. All the while his favorite pet names flickered and faded in your ears.

My darling

My dearest

My beloved

Mine.