#and also leaves people really confused and questioning their own knowledge

[avalypuff]

Answers to the common questions of “Why didn’t Zelda retain dragon features?” and “Why did Link’s arm revert to normal?”

I’ve been dying to do some analysis posts since TotK came out, and after seeing a lot of people complain about the above, I decided my first should be related to the endgame.

So, I’ve seen a lot of posts where people seem to misunderstand what was going on when Zelda changed back into a Hylian, and why Link’s arm returned to normal. Many write this off as simply plot convenience, and while it’s true that Nintendo wouldn’t want to leave the main characters of one of their most popular titles with permanent changes, I’m here to try my best to explain the actual reason these things happened the way they did, because whether you noticed it or not, there is plot relevance to this reversion.

Draconification is permanent.

This is an indisputable fact.

And while I have seen people criticizing the way Zelda changed back, the fact is she swallowed the stone knowing that she never would.

“I’ll be forever changed…”

Her cry for Link to find her was not for her sake. She wasn’t depending on him to find the key to changing her back. Nay, the only reason she desperately prayed for him to find her was so that he could get the Master Sword, which—ignoring game mechanics that would allow you to beat Ganondorf with literally any weapon with the right damage/durability ratio—canonically is the only thing that can hurt him.

When Zelda changed back, it was almost entirely thanks to Sonia. That’s right!

…Let’s take a second to recall this scene in which Rauru decimated the horde of Molduga.

We see Sonia extend her hand and then gesture for Zelda to do the same.

Here they’re extending their own power to amplify Rauru’s counterattack, even beyond the already-massive boost the Secret Stone provides.

In the final scene when Link finds himself hovering over the sleeping Light Dragon amongst a dream-like atmosphere, it’s really quite telling that Sonia is the first to rest her hand over Link’s, then followed by Rauru.

This time Rauru is fulfilling the role of amplifying Sonia’s power over time. Not just that, but adding it on top of the time manipulation that Zelda gave to Link at the beginning of the game.

That’s what’s happening here. This is immensely powerful, triple amplified time magic!

The change from dragon to Hylian wasn’t a transformation in the same sense that it was when Zelda changed from Hylian to dragon. I know that’s a confusing sentence, but consider the basis of Sonia’s time magic is recalling things as they once were.

Zelda didn’t retain dragon features because, through the power of time reversal, she was never a dragon to begin with.

This is the also the reason the Secret Stone reappeared on her necklace.

This is ALSO the reason Link’s arm reverted to its natural state before he was affected by the gloom.

And before y’all come at me with “well, why didn’t Rauru do that in the first place instead of giving his arm to Link?” Simple; Sonia wasn’t there. Even spirits aren’t omnipotent… in Hyrule. (Probably.)

The point is, this was essentially a lucky break for Zelda and Link, because if Sonia (and therefore Zelda, by inheritance) didn’t have time magic, there would have been no way to undo the Draconification. It would have been every bit as permanent as Hyrule legends and history says it is, and Zelda would be gone forever.

In fact, it’s likely it was a shot in the dark even on Sonia and Rauru’s part, considering there was no prior knowledge of reversing time on a dragon, let alone a person. It was a glorious blend of the convenience of Sonia’s time magic, and luck that it worked out the way they (“they” being all characters involved) wanted.

Anyways, to wrap this up, Draconification is indeed permanent, unless you have the number one badass-master-of-time-manipulation Queen Sonia on your side. Then you can probably undo anything. :)

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ATEEZ Choi San Tarot Reading - Personality

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot is not a fixed fate. It should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: July 8th 2024

Decks: Edgar Allen Poe Tarot, Wild Mystic Oracle

doesn’t like being told what to do

loves freedom and flexibility

can be quite rebellious and enjoys breaking some rules from time to time

pretty chaotic energy

is often questioning other’s intentions

but also traditions and established systems

kinda loves to go against society

loves to try new things and is very open to change

enjoys everything and everyone who’s a bit different

can be stubborn, especially when it comes to his beliefs

loves to live unconventional

runs away from responsibilities

is very open minded

whenever he’s in a position of power, he would most likely abuse his power

it’s like he wants to be in a position of power

wants to provide for his loved ones

is okay with working hard if that means his loved ones can enjoy life fully without having to do anything

is very confident and ambitious

could have control issues

sometimes possessive

is a really good leader and dependable

creates healthy boundaries

he’s rather logical and rational than emotional

but this is more like a self protection, he has a big and thick wall built around his heart, only a handful of people knows his feelings

in general could sometimes struggle with expressing his feelings and emotions which causes misunderstandings

wants to be strong for others

but could sometimes lose his cool if things don’t go his way

handles his finances well

is a loyal partner

he’s very understanding

actually loves to organize

loves to study and learn new things

but also enjoys being a teacher for others

one of his main goals in life could be financial stability

is admired by others in his work field

many people look up to him

and he really enjoys that, because it’s like a reward for his hard work

he can be easily overwhelmed and hates having too many choices

is sometimes quite confused for no reason

at times he’s pretty dreamy and could lose touch to reality

lacks commitment because of his unrealistic fantasies

works hard for a harmonious home

again, loves changes and new beginnings

he’s always seeking knowledge and wisdom

needs mental stimulation

enjoys exploring and traveling

very interested in foreign cultures and languages

always leaves a lasting impression

the type of person that is hard to forget

has a pure heart and intentions

is very disciplined

Hope you enjoyed!

Love, Nicky 🫧

Masterlist

[onlybeeewrites]

Until The Mockingjay Sings

Requested: no but I love Sejanus and angst and this made me sad

Warnings; major character death, hurt no comfort

Pairing: Sejanus x gn!reader, platonic Lucy Gray x Readers (y’all are besties)

Italicized = flashback

Word count: 1.6 k

You remember the last few hours that you had spent with the sweet Sejanus Plinth so clearly. It was a few days ago, you both had finished dancing at the Hob to the beautiful songs of the Covey. The two of you had been dancing, laughing and singing. It was a beautiful. You swear everything was so perfect.

Then he had walked you home, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving for the night. The small kiss from the sweet boy left butterflies in your stomach. Enough to make you smile from cheek to cheek, the redness on your face never ending. It was enough to have your father questioning his intensions, but it was all teasing.

He knew how much you cared for the young peacekeeper. As the bakers of the District, they sometimes (often) came into the bakery for breads, sweets if they could.

That’s how you met Sejanus Plinth.

Poor, sweet, foolish Sejanus Plinth.

How could things have ended so poorly? So quickly? Your mind couldn’t comprehend.

You stood with Lucy Gray in the crowd of people, near the front as you watched you who recognized as Spruce and what you had heard to be his sister. be brought up, about to be strung up on the big old tree. The two of them looked defiant, while also being horrifically beaten. Dried blood and bruises covered their faces and exposed skin. Dirt littered and stained their clothes and hair, and yet they still held their heads high. Honorable. But what had they done?

As Coriolanus’ eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted the familiar head of dark curls that belonged to his beloved Lucy Gray. Though next to her was you, Sejanus’ beloved Y/N. His heart pounded seeing your pained and confused face. You truly had no idea what Sejanus had done….maybe it was better that way anyway. Had you known you would have been up there beside Sejanus. And that would have been such a waste. He agreed that you were good, too good and too kind. Often too much for your own good. But then again, you and Sejanus had that in common. And his mind went back to the moment everything had started to gone wrong.

“You can’t show that you know or saw anything anything, Sejanus. You need to pull yourself together. If we’re all caught…they might suspect Y/N too. And you want to keep them safe right?” Coriolanus’ had asked Sejanus. And Sejanus’ dark eyes had widened at the mention of your name.

No. No, no, no, no. You couldn’t be wrapped up in this. You didn’t know anything about the rebels, or the plan of escape, the weapons, his meetings with Billy Taupe and Spruce. Would you really get caught in the middle of it all if himself and the others were caught? You had no knowledge of anything. You wouldn’t. Your life in Twelve wasn’t all sunshine, but it was better than many.

You had expressed this to him too. That you did what you could for the District. Handing out free bread to those who were starving. Often you have the Covey expired pastries and sweets when you could. You were kind. Genuinely so kind and almost too kind for your own good.

It was ironic for Sejanus to think so, but it was true. You were a good person. One of the few he had met in a long time. And he had sworn to himself and you to keep you safe. He was just about to pull you aside and ask for you to come with him. Away from the districts, to travel up North away from it all. That was until Coryo shot Mayfair. And then Spruce shot Billy Taupe. And it was all going wrong.

Sejanus quickly shook his head, looking at his friend in tears, “no….no they have nothing to do with this Coryo, you know that…” he whimpered with a desperate shake of his head. He failed onto keep from the violence. But he would always make sure you were safe.

Coriolanus nodded, keeping his hands firm on his friend’s face. “I know they don’t, Sejanus. I know. But in order to keep them safe and out of this, you need to pull yourself together. You need to collect yourself and walk back out there like nothing happened. We’re the only lose ends left right?” He asked, and Sejanus nodded again, taking a shaky breath. “Hey…we’re brothers, remember? Brothers...and I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,”

How that would change so quickly. Coriolanus remained at the front stage of the hanging tree, his gun firmly in his hand while hearing his friend beg for him. Him. Coriolanus Snow. Sejanus Plinth’s best friend. His murderer. And Sejanus didn’t even know. You didn’t even know.

“Please…please coryo…..Coryo…” his voice repeated as he was dragged to his spot, the noise fitting around his neck as the head peacekeeper replayed the recording of the Jabber Jay. You looked on horrified next to Lucy Gray, looking around in shock.

“No….whats Sejanus doing here? He hasn’t done anything. There’s been a mistake,” you say rather in disbelief and frazzled as you watched your boyfriend struggle against the pace keepers before being brought up on stage. You listened in horror as the recording

“No….no there’s been a mistake!” You shout, all eyes moving towards your figure. Lucy Gray’s eyes widened, shaking her head. “Y/N, stop it..” she warned quietly, anxiously.

But you didn’t hear her as the crowd parted to show you. Senjsnus’ eyes widened through the tears. He didn’t expect you to be here. With all his fear he felt, what really made his blood run cold was seeing you. The panic on your face, the disbelief. He never got to tell you everything. The plan to run away together. He wanted to make sure he had everything planned out to the second to make sure it was perfect.

Sejanus wanted to tell you about the life you both could have together. A family. Away from the districts. Away from the Capital. And away from the Games.

"Y/N..." Sejanus gasped, jerking in the restraints, only to earn a warning from the peacekeeper. You weren't supposed to be here. He was scared, but he did not want you to see what was about to happen.

"Sejanus! There's been a mistake! Please!' You called out, the stinging in the back of your eyes as some of the peacekeepers moved. Lucy Gray had seen this. Lil...the girl about to be hung now had done this exact same thing when her lover had been hung. Quickly, Lucy Gray moved forward and quickly pulled you back.

"Y/N, you need to stop or else you'll be up there next," She whispered harshly as you fought her for a moment. How could you remain quiet?

"No....no...no...Y/n! Ma!" Sejanus's voice rang out before there was a sickening crack of several necks as the floor below the three people gave out.

You stared in horror through your tears as the body of the love of your life twitched and swung back and forth by rope that killed hundreds already. You felt like the whole world stopped. Your blood ran cold, and it was like someone had sucked everything from you. The warmth, the love, the hope. Everything that Sejanus had given you, the light and hope for a new and better life, was taken from you within seconds. Who could do such a thing? Sejanus didn't have enemies. None that you could think of at least. But at the moment you couldn't think as you tried to come to terms with what just has happened.

"Oh my god...Sejanus..." You sobbed, feeling your legs give out from beneath you. Lucy Gray was quick to drop down beside you, wrapping her arms comfortingly. Though Sejanus' voice continued to ring out in the air.

The Mockingjays all flew around the crowd and trees, repeating his last words, "Y/N! Ma!"

His voice was scared, desperate for the ones he had loved most. A District boy turned Capital turned rebel. you stared as the ground in horror, tears streaming down your face as your body shook with sobs and shock. Lucy Gray was gently rubbing your back but you couldn't feel it. You couldn't feel anything. Just numb.

So Lucy Gray allowed you to remain like that, sobbing until there was no tears left. Your eyes and face red and puffy, a blank and lost look in your eye. By the time you even got to your feet, a majority of the crowd had left.

"No...don't look," Lucy Gray had gently ordered, keeping your gaze down from the sight of the tree. You were shaking, and nothing like the best friend she had known. She wrapped a supportive arm around you before leading you out of the area without another look behind you both.

Coriolanus felt his own stomach churn as he had heard he snap of his former classmate, his squad member swung behind him, and watched as you had fallen to your knees in pure anguish. As the look in your eyes turned from hopeful and light to a blank and pained look. All for Sejanus. Maybe he had more of an influence than Coriolanus originally had thought. The same boy who had gotten himself into more trouble than he was worth.

The very same boy he had met on the playground when they were eight, the same boy who had given him the gum drops, the one who Coriolanus had almost died for in the arena, the reason he had to kill.

But then he had to remind himself that it was not his fault. He had to report Sejanus, he was trouble, a rebel. Sejanus had been ruining everything with his guilt and urge to help others. But that was all over now. Sejanus was no more.

Poor Sejanus.

Poor sweet, foolish, dead Sejanus.

[sanguinemanare]

FAQ

Frequently Asked Questions about Bloodmoon! This is NOT a RP Blog. Something, something The Sun and Moon show?: My Bloodmoon has zero relation to The Sun and Moon show. (I have no knowledge of anything from that show) He is just my own creation with his own AU/s. (Please respect this and use proper tags for him if you decide to put any in reblogs/posts)

How tall is he?: I have no set height for him. (Like legit measurements) And my art of him is never consistent (I try man). Just know he is a lot bigger than the original DCA. How would he react to a Y/N who is unafraid of him?: He would find it intriguing as most people display/show fear around him. He might even be a little confused by it at first. He may also try harder to unsettle or scare Y/N as it's a favorite thing for him to do. How would he react to receiving affection?: There is definitely some confusion at first because his base instinct is to hunt down others and hurt them. It was apart of his game version personality to do so. So receiving any kind of affection is confusing to him. At first he might just ignore it, not really catching it, but after a while it will intrigue him. Like wow after all this time they're still coming back? After his obsession with y/n settles in he will for sure like it. He might not show it often, but he will 100% like it. Although I don't think he will really know how to show affection, "properly" at least, in return.

How would he react to accidentally hurting/harming Y/N?: I cannot state enough that this would happen A LOT. There is also a huge possibility for death of Y/N.

It would happen accidentally and intentionally. He does not pay mind to his own strength so injuries are for sure going to happen. He also has zero control on his reactions and emotions.

What if Y/N dies?: This is honestly the most probable outcome for y/n if they're involved with Bloodmoon in any way. If y/n dies he would become more unhinged and insane. He would talk to them like they're still there. His memory of y/n would never leave and it would corrupt his coding even more than it already is.

After a period of time if there were another person to appear in his life he would probably refer to them by original y/n's name and treat them like they are the original y/n. He would not really notice differences in the new y/n unless they blatantly shove it in his face. However if he begins to realize they're not the same he would most likely lash out in anger which again would result in another death and possibly starting the cycle over. How would he react to Y/N being sad?: It depends on the situation. I think he would find it interesting if anything. He'd be curious about it. He often associates it with people being scared, which is something he enjoys. Once he learns about the emotion though he might use it against y/n but like in the way of, "oh you're sad? Here come to me, I'll make you feel better/happy." (really he just wants y/n to stay with him) So like emotional manipulation may become a thing. How would he react to others harming Y/N?: Another situation dependent on his obsession for Y/N. Although he is already super aggressive towards anyone who comes near him. He may let the situation play out a bit for his own amusement but only if its teasing or light bullying. If it's intense violence he would not hesitate to kill the offending person. Now if his obsession with Y/N is at it's peak, the offender would be offed immediately.

Will update this more in the future if needed! :D

Main Art Blog! https://www.tumblr.com/deceptiveshadow

[lattefanficcafe]

Twisted Wonderland Riddle RoseheartsWith Nahida Like MC

When you woke up, you found yourself in a room full of coffins.

Confused about where you are you decided to explore this weird place and got out of the room.

A man with a mask found you wandering around the building.

You could tell that he was confused. He asked you about your age.

“I am 500 years old.”

“…Come again?”

Yeah… he couldn’t believe it at first but then he… brushed it off.

“Well we have another Lilia case alright… Come with me. The ceremony have already started.”

The man guided you to a room full of people. They were all wearing black-purple robes just like you. You could hear the whispers coming from them as you entered the room.

In the middle of the room there was a huge talking mirror. You had no idea what is going on.

“The shape of your soul is… unknown to me.”

“Hmm… Yeah I thought so. It seems like I am in a different world. But how did I get here..? And why? …Well I am curios about the outcome of this situation. But still I can’t abandon the people of Sumeru. Mister Principal. How can I go back to my world?”

You learned that you can’t go back home. This worried you of course. But for now there was nothing you could do.

You became a Ramshackle student. You didn’t mind the condition of the building really. At least you had a place to stay.

You became friends with ghosts in Ramshackle.

NRC uniform did not fit you. You were so small that the school didn’t have your fit.

So you attended the classes wearing your ceremony robes.

You took your lessons very seriously.

( It’s a shame that I am away from Sumeru. But I can expand my knowledge here. This might be a good opportunity for me.)

Riddle Rosehearts

When Riddle heard that you were a god and ruler of a country he knew he had to meet you.

He heard this from Cater.

“Oh by the way. I heard that the little prefect is a god and queen. That’s pretty cool right?”

“She is a what now?”

So he invited you to a tea party.

You accepted his invitation of course.

“Thank you for inviting me to your tea party Dorm Leader Rosehearts.”

“Thank you for accepting my invitation prefect. Now shall we begin the tea party?”

“Of course! I… have never been in a tea party before. So I apologize if I make any sort of mistake.”

He was confused at first. Maybe tea parties were not a thing in your world??

You really liked the tea Trey served you.

“Amazing… So that’s how tea tastes like. Dorm Leader Rosehearts. May I ask what that dessert is?”

“It’s a strawberry tart. And please. You can call me Riddle.”

“Riddle. Alright then.”

After a while Riddle decided to ask you the question he wanted to ask.

“MC. I heard that you were a god. Is that correct?”

“Yes. I am the god of wisdom.”

“I also heard that you were the ruler of your country. So you are a queen. Is that also correct?”

“Queen… Well… Not really… “

“What do you mean?… MC are you okay? I am sorry if you are disturbed by my question.”

“No. It’s okay. I… It’s seems like there were misunderstandings. Allow me to tell you my story Riddle.”

“I am all ears.”

You told him everything. You told him how sages abandoned you and locked you up. How most of the Sumeru ignored you and still worshipped their previous god. How you tried your best to help your people even though you couldn’t leave your palace.

“So as you can see I am not a queen. I am not fit to be one.”

“Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!”

“Huh?”

Riddles face was all red and he was gripping his tea cup very hard.

“MC why didn’t you do something about it?! Those sages had no right to lock up their own gods!”

“But… But they are not wrong though… I am not knowledgeable like Greater Lord Rukkedhevata. I am not fit to be an archon.”

“No. I think that you are a true queen MC.”

“Me?”

“Yes. A queen should look after her people and protect her own country at all cost. Even though sages locked you up you did your best for the people of Sumeru. Even though they didn’t acknowledged you as their own queen… It seems like I have lot to learn from you.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Of course. And MC. If you go back to your own world punish those sages! It should be off with their heads!”

“Off with their heads? That would be too cruel!”

A tyrant queen and a kind queen… An unordinary duo indeed. Riddle wished you to be a little more strict with those lowly sages but he knew that you were so merciful for this.

Riddle invited whenever there was a tea party at Heartslabyul.

He showed you the entire garden.

“Wow! Those pink birds are so pretty!”

“They are called flamingo.”

“Flamingos huh?… I like them!”

When Riddle overblotted you did your best to save him along with your friends.

“I may not be so good at fighting but I will do my best to support you guys!”

A green glow surrounded you

“Make yourselves at home!”

“Is that a fucking palace?!”

“Mind your language Ace! I don’t know what that is but I somewhat feel stronger…”

“Could that be…”

“Trey! Continue blocking him with your unique magic!”

“Yes. Sorry I was distracted.”

With your powers buffing everyone’s magic. Riddle was defeated.

When you saw his past in your dream you were speechless.

( It can’t be… He was… He was just like me. He was locked up too! Riddle… His mother had no right to do that! Everyone should live their childhood to the fullest..!)

After Riddle woke up you comforted him with your friends.

“….An apology is not enough! We want a revenge unbirthday party!”

“Ace-“

“No MC… It’s okay. I owe them and you a revenge unbirthday… I had no right to ruin everyone’s fun.”

Revenge unbirthday party went pretty well. Riddle was looking more happier. But you felt like he had something to tell you but somehow can’t. Something was still disturbing him. You could feel it.

So you decided to visit his dreams that night.

That night Riddle found himself in a foreign garden. He saw creatures with big leaf hats.

“What are those…?”

“They are aranaras!”

“MC? Is that you…? You look different.”

You were wearing the outfit you used to wear back in your world.

“Hehehe! Are you surprised? Welcome to my garden! It may look pretty plain compared to Heartslabyul’s garden. But I hope you like it.”

“It’s beautiful MC. I love it. But how did I get here…? And those…. Aranaras..?”

“Yes. Don’t worry they are my friends! And they can be your friends too!”

Little creatures started to surround you two.

“A new nara friend?”

“Yes! His name is Riddle.”

“Riddlenara new friend!”

“Riddlernara?..”

“They already see you as a friend! How adorable! Riddle Rosehearts. Today I want to invite you to my tea party! I am sure you have many questions. I shall answer them for you in my tea party.”

“I would gladly join your tea party MC.”

“Great!”

Suddenly a little table and two chairs appeared out of nowhere. Then a green tea set and a whole strawberry tart appeared on the table.

“Then let get this tea party started!”

You two had your seats.

“Are we… in a dream MC?”

“So you noticed. Yes. I am in your dream Riddle.”

“How can you do that? Is that your unique magic?”

“Hmm… Magic works different in this world but I suppose…Yeah. We can say that it’s something like my unique magic.”

“But why are you in my dream..?”

“Well. I thought that you have something to tell me. You seemed a little disturbed about something at the party. As if you wanted to tell me something but you couldn’t. You can tell me everything here.”

“I… I felt ashamed MC.”

“Why did you feel like that?”

“I lost control of my feelings… I hurt my friends. And as a dorm leader of Heartslabyul I failed everyone…”

“Riddle… Please don’t think like that. Everyone makes mistakes and that’s completely normal. Even gods makes mistakes sometimes. Think about it that way. You were making a mistake and this incident helped you realize it. When someone realize and accept their own mistakes they are bound to grow for better. Your mother never realized her own mistake.”

“How do you know about my mother?”

“I… can’t really explain that either. I saw your past in my dream after you were defeated. Riddle. Your mother never accepted or realized her own mistakes but you did! I am sure you can be a better person. You just need to learn from your mistakes.”

“I… just tried to be great queen like queen of hearts..”

“…Please don’t be offended by my question but… is that really what you want..?”

“Huh?”

“Is this really your own ambition? Or your mothers ambition?”

“…”

“Your mother did the biggest mistake one mother ever could. She blinded her child’s heart. She filled him with her own ambitions and never cared about his. Tell me Riddle. What kind of queen do you want to be?”

“…”

“It’s okay Riddle. I am sure that one day you will find your own ambition. Who knows? Maybe you can be even greater queen than Queen of Hearts!”

“Do you really think so?”

“I see that potential in you! When you find your own ambition I am sure that you will be best at what you do. Just don’t give up on searching it okay? You have wonderful friends by your side. And if you need any help me and aranaras will always be with you too!”

“Riddlenara friend! Aranaras will help Riddlenara in need!”

“Riddle are you… crying..? What’s wrong?”

“Thank you MC… Thank you aranaras… I… will try my best at finding my own ambition!”

You patted his head.

“There there… You are okay now. I am sure that you suffered a lot. I too suffered the same thing. We are very similar to each other. I too decided something. When I go back to Sumeru I will punish them! I will make sure that they realize their mistake and grow for better!”

“Haha.. I would like to see the look on their faces when that happens.”

“I am so glad that I met you Riddle. We really have lot to learn from each other. Let’s realize our own mistakes and be a better queen for our people.”

“Yes. I agree with you MC. Oh… the tea have gone cold.”

“We are in a dream Riddle! Tea can’t go cold here. Let’s start our tea party!”

“Yes. Let’s do that.”

You and Riddle had a delightful tea party in his dream. When Riddle woke up he remembered every single detail of his dream.

He started to become less harsher to his dorm members. And everyday he started to think about his own ambition.

Now Riddle may become less harsher but when someone makes fun of you or say rude things about you…

It’s off with their heads!

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

A Demon's Guide to Anthropology

part: 3

Word count: 657

Tags: use of 'MC's and they/them pronouns, sensory sensitivity on MC's end, written to be seen as sensory processing disorder, written based on my experience with it but I tried to change it to be broader

Word: "sensory"

Beel's time to shine :], also this is genuinely such bad writing I'm sorry, gonna come back and edit this to be better some day lol

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Beelzebub is a lot more perceptive than people like to give him credit for. With brothers like his and being an athlete, he has to be in order to know what's going on.

Which is why it doesn't take him long to notice the way that MC shies away from a lot of foods, clothes, and objects. Completely random to the common eye, but Beelzebub is most concerned with the food issue.

It's not like MC doesn't eat, not at all, they're healthy and never skin out on a good, fresh meal, but they're always so odd with what they eat.

Meats are off the table most of the time, which isn't all that bad. A lot of people just don't like meat. But some drinks and a good few veggies and fruits added onto that is what confuses him.

Maybe MC was just a picky eater, which again is fine, Devildom foods are weird to get used to, but it also seemed prevalent in human foods, too. To Beel, it seemed completely random, from a few spicy foods to a few sweets and sours, in his eyes he couldn't find a common connection.

So with a breath, he knocked on MC's door and entered when he was allowed.

Beelzebub wasn't normally so nervous or anxious, but he knew human bodies were delicate and didn't want MC and their odd aversions to certain objects or foods to somehow leave a bad mark.

"MC," he began after entering and shutting the door. The human sat in their bed with their D.D.D. in hand, "I have a question."

Intruiged and curious as always, MC responds.

"What's up, Beel? Something wrong?"

"Are you okay?" MC blinks, a little caught off guard at the vague question. The giant demon stood above them, looking down and vaguely reminding the human of a large dog looking at a toy it was attached to.

"Uh- elaborate?"

"You don't eat some stuff and you don't touch some things."

To their credit, MC understood after a moment, and they tried not to seem rude by the way they gave a laugh and smile, shaking their head.

"Do you mean how I don't like touching certain fabrics or eating certain foods?" The ginger nodded at the question.

"That's kinda common for humans," MC explained, "It's called sensory sensitivity. Some textures feel really bad to touch or to eat, so I tend to avoid them. Nothing is wrong with me, I promise."

Beelzebub nodded in solemn understanding, sitting beside the mortal on the rather Plush and comfortable bedding. In his hands was a small box of cookies he knew they favored a lot that he'd taken with him. It took everything in Beelzebub's power not to tear the box open and have at the cookies himself.

"So you can't have some foods or wear some things because they feel weird?"

MC nodded, though they didn't seem very down about it. To them, it was simply another day like any other, knowledge as common as grass is green and Luke despises anything demonic.

To Beelzebub, though, it solidified his resolve as he passed the now opened box of cookies over, one in hand and another in his mouth.

"What food can you not have? I'll eat them for you."

The serious expression to the previous words caused another laugh to bubble out of MC, and they took their own cookie from the box.

"It's hard to explain, but I'll pass you any whenever they come with a meal I have. Deal?"

Beelzebub nodded and put a hand on MC's head (the demon struggled sometimes with such casual affection and touch with most people, but had recently picked up on simply resting a hand on the mortal's head and leaving it there for a minute), and after a few moments a comfortable silence and sharing cookies, he spoke once more.

"Hell's Kitchen?"

"Hell's Kitchen."

[m00nt4r0t]

✮ who wants to contact you & why? ✮

pile one, two, or three?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile one

“who wants to contact pile one?” okayyy so for pile one, we have the fool in reverse, the magician and the devil reversed. so this person could definitely have aries and/or capricorn placements in their chart, but heavy on the aries. this could be someone you ended things with because they were trying to manipulate you and/or the energy around you, possibly by doing spells or just wishing for things to not go in your favor. this is someone who sees themselves as extremely powerful and in charge, and these types of people usually don’t appreciate when people tell them what to do or question them. i feel like you and this person had a bad start, like maybe they were having a bad day when you first met which could’ve given you the wrong (or maybe an accurate) first impression of them. this person could be very reckless and they like to take risks. they could get high off adrenaline and do things like street racing, fighting, parkour (??) and other things that trigger their adrenaline to pump. i feel as though this person may have explored their shadow side and embraced it in a way that they’re okay with being impulsive. they could also own an orange cat. “why does this person want to contact pile one?” now we have the three of swords, the moon and ten of cups reversed. you could’ve walked away from this person (or job) when they thought you’d never leave and it left them feeling hurt and heartbroken. you may have spoke your truth and instead of self-reflecting, this person took it as defamation of their character and felt as though you were just trying to hurt their feelings or make them insecure. however, i do feel like this person wishes to come in and make things right with you, but i just don’t think they’re meant to be in your life currently. even if they tried, it’d mess up what is aligned for you and possibly even slow down your destiny??? that’s a big one lol. i feel like there’s still some things you don’t know about that they plan to keep hidden, so it’s best if you don’t let this person back in without some clarity, at least.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile two

“who wants to contact pile two?” for you, pile two, i pulled the two of swords reversed, seven of swords reversed, and then the ace of pentacles upright. well…. this person definitely lied to you, confused you, possibly made you an option in their life, and attempted to spark some insecurity within you. this person could be trying to manifest you back in their life because they felt more abundant when they were with you. this could be a friend or a lover, possibly even a family member. but, since we have the number 2 and 7, i’m leaning more towards a commitment of just two people. i feel as though you exposed this persons true intentions, which caused them to really regret what they did to you. they could’ve given you a new financial opportunity, or you could work with this person. “why does this person want to contact pile two?” considering that i pulled the hanged man reversed, eight of pentacles reversed and then the four of swords…. this person wants to contact you because they know that when they’re in your energy, they will move forward. to them you are very wise and knowledgeable, and you get stuff done. they feel like they’ll get farther in life by riding your wave and sticking by your side. this is why they wanted to make you insecure… because they’re insecure!!! your progress intimidates them and makes them feel like they’re not doing enough, so instead of doing more, they wanted to make you do less in order to bring you to their level. i wouldn’t suggest letting this person in again, but if you feel as though you can help them make it on their own, then do what you want!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile three

“who wants to contact pile three?” your cards are page of cups, the fool reversed and ten of wands reversed. so there’s someone who wants to make a small offer to you, pile three. this could be in regards to love, or a creative offer… but this person is holding back from doing this because they feel like you’re not interested, or that you won’t put any effort into it. they’re very curious about you but they feel like offering this to you would be a huge risk, and they may not be willing to take it. if this has something to do with a collaboration, then they may see you as someone intermediate and that they’d have to put in most of the work, for some reason. if they’re not willing to put in the work then do they really wanna give you an offer? “why does this person want to contact pile three?” while asking this, i pulled the devil, the moon and the five of swords reversed. this person wants to contact you because they’re obsessed with you and they’re trying to hide it. they’re obsessed with your creativity and your inner world. this is someone who you no longer speak to, but they wish to make amends in order to work with you or just be in your energy again. this person has some deep attachment towards you, though. this could have something to do with music, or you just hypnotize them in some way. i don’t feel as though this person has negative intentions towards you, there’s just a lot they’re keeping hidden (which could be the attachment and obsession they have with you.)

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

What about Shigadabi stuck in America? (I have no idea why I think this is funny but I feel like Dabi would be hella confused while Shigaraki speaks English. Like Dabi would think that Shigaraki speaking English, which he doesn’t understand, is a personal attack on him)….as you can tell my one brain cell is working extremely hard-

They go to America for? Crimes? Dabi has to wear a full face-covering mask so that no one immediately recognizes him, and sort of just stands around like a grunt while Shigaraki actually does the business part of their work.

they get what they needed to and Dabi is being a little bitchier than usual because he feels completely useless in this situation because he can't read signs, he can't speak, and he can't help with the actual work at all unless Shig is holding his hand and walking him through it.

Shigaraki puts up with this until they're in private and then asks him what his fucking deal is, and after some prodding, he finds out Dabi's insecurities aren't just from not knowing the language, but also because he still struggles with the fact that he stopped getting an education at 12. He's tried really hard to read and educate himself however he can whenever he can, but he still finds himself dealing with big gaps in his knowledge that kind of make him feel like shit when they come up.

They leave America and go back to Japan and Dabi thinks that will be the end of it, but a couple of days later he realizes someone broke into his room and downloaded a new program onto his e-reader. Shigaraki found an online course for people who left school at any age, and that allows them to test for their learning level and start to take classes again privately on their own, with tutors available (though asynchronous and remote so they can't identify their students). He also recognized that Dabi isn't the only villain who had that experience, and he figured out a way to make that tech available to the entire PLF. I mean, Re-Destro talked down to Shig and treated him like shit when he jut thought that Shigaraki hadn't received any formal education, it must be worse for people who didn't get the tutoring his teacher gave him. And hell, Twice had to drop out of middle school when he was orphaned, and Toga should be in high school right now. There are other people who need help too.

Dabi is sharply touched by this and starts to put as much work into his studying as he does their actual work, and he starts to learn English, going to Shig for tutoring when he needs it. They are doing pretty well in a few months when they have to go back to America again to check in on their business ventures there, and while they're there, Dabi is doing a lot better. Though he does have a question for Duster-- and he asks what "I love you" sounds like in English. Shig tells him, and Dabi repeats it and waits. And waits. And then in Japanese just gives up and tells Tomura that he's dense as a fucking brick and kisses him.

[starrycassi]

Hate, love, guilt, mothers. Aren't they all synonyms?

You can find part one of this au here, and two here. Also a quick explanation on who's Gloria here. Mild nsfw mention at the end. Like, super mild.

The grounds of the Goldenloin mansion are always breathtaking, it doesn't matter how many times Ballister's been here as a guest, as an intruder, as a knight, as a lover. The gardens are fantastic, and the structure makes him feel so, so tiny.

Standing here, looking at the dining table made for dozens and dozens of people, Ballister can't help but feel out of place. The maid that guided them here is mimicking their pose, right next to them, and Ballister signals to Ambrosius, tugging on his sleeve. There's no need for her to be here, too. She should be free to leave.

Ambrosius gets the memo and dismisses the poor girl, who leaves quietly and quickly. Ballister's skin itches.

In front of them rests a wonderful feast, colorful and appealing, even if some plates are covered with golden silverware, to protect the food from loosing it's flavor, or whatever. He can't help but wonder how many street kids are hungry right now — can't help but remember what it's like, to be alone and lost and begging for a crumb of bread, a sip of water, a simple plate of food and be denied and-

The echo of someone's steps brings him back to the present, and he stares at the woman as she walks in. Captain Gloria limps as she arrives, her golden hair down in a braid that reaches her lower back. She gleams at them, despite the clear pain that every step delivers to her system. Her eyes aren't quite focused.

Ambrosius suddenly goes still, fixing his posture.

The two of them just accept the silence, live in it, for the next couple of seconds. Gloria finally gets to the table and sits down slowly, hissing when she finally does so, reeking of alcohol and a splendid perfume. She's at the head of the chairs, and Ambrosius rounds up the table to sit right next to her. Ballister tries to follow him.

“Don't” orders the woman, her hand suddenly reaching out to grip Ballister's wrist. She tugs on him, making take a seat, too, at her left. Ambrosius stares at him with a questioning look, and he stares back with an even more questioning look. It's his mom that's acting weird, he should know what's going on.

They don't have to figure it out, though, because she explains it soon enough.

“You are not here as Ambrosius's guest, today. You're a suitor. Act accordingly or get out”

Her voice, cold and demanding, takes both of the boys by surprise. Gloria's and Ballister's relationship has never been a specially warm one, but all in all, he's always seen her as a stressed out woman who doesn't really care about anything but her work and her son. Everytime they've been together she's drunk, hurt, on duty, or in a weird combination of those options. She's never been openly hostile or mean to him, so he's left in unexplored grounds when her blue eyes are suddenly fixed on his face, pinning him to his seat and making his head spin with with dread and doubts.

“Mom, there's no need to-”

Ambrosius tries, he really tries, to reason with her. Gloria, who's whole body moves weirdly and limply, suddenly hits the table with her fist closed, and Ambrosius straightens up in his seat, body reacting before his mind does so, instincts ingrained on him urging him to obey and comply to orders, even the unspoken ones.

Ballister knows the look on Gloria's eyes — he's seen it before, only, not on her face — she's not only intoxicated, not merely wounded. She's full of regret, of fury, of pure and unfiltered anger. As soon as that knowledge hits him, he's filled with a strange sense of security, of comfort. She's mad and she's irrational, but he knows the reason of those feelings. She's merely a mother defending her child, a knight defending her loved ones.

Ballister is trying to do the same, and it's refreshing to see his own feelings of confusion and hatred mirrored into Gloria's face. He knows what her anger means, because his blood burns with the same heat, the same intensity.

“I'm sorry, Captain Gloria” he says, slowly and clearly. The nerves he felt all the way here disappear, leaving only his determination, his devotion. Gloria isn't against him. She's against anything that might hurt jer son, and that's a feeling Ballister not only understands, but shares, “It was awfully inadequate of me to act that way. I beg your forgiveness”

She smiles, woobly and unsteadily, at him. She's pleased with his words, clearly. He tries to remember the hours and hours of ranting that Ambrosius blessed his ears with every so often, complaining about stupid protocol lessons that his mother made him take.

“Very well” she nods at him, and he imitates the gesture. He quickly nods at Ambrosius, too, to try and reassure him. This will be okay. It has to.

Ambrosius's shoulders relax just the slightest bit at that, but he smiles, and talks again,

“I'm incredibly hungry, Mum. Why don't we eat before we discuss this, yeah?”

It's always surprising to Ballister, really, how adaptable Ambrosius is. One minute, he's a big dramatic performer for the Queen. The next, he's merely a child with a pleading voice, asking— no, begging, for some peaceful seconds with his mom.

“Yes, the food. Let's eat and talk business, shall we? That's not really an appropriate thing to do, I suppose, but I can make an exception, seeing as how you've had the guts to ask for my son's hand in marriage, cadet”

She claps, and servants lift the coverings. Some of their faces are recognizable to Ballister. Did they live in the same orphanage? Were they friends, and his mind has forgotten?

This is whst he hates about the Goldenloin mansion. This is what he hates about every single noble event ever. He simply resings himself to his fate, a rejected freak to the nobles and a traitor to the commoners. He tries to keep his eyes on the table, tries not to to think about how some of the people working for Ambrosius, serving him, probably have never even tried the kind of feast he's about to have.

Ballister's never been a religious person, but he prays for forgiveness, even if it's merely for a second. He prays for forgiveness, even if it's undeserved.

The steak in front of him suddenly loses its appeal. The nerves are back, just like that. He hates himself for that, for being so brave a second and then a complete coward in the other.

They simply eat, for some moments. Gloria sips her glass of red wine every so often, and both of the boys chew methodically on their steaks. Food is fuel, Ballister tries to remind himself, tasting guilt and shame in every bite, feeling as if he's chewing his own heart; food is fuel, and he needs fuel for this conversation.

That doesn't make the bitterness of the whole situation go away.

“You said you have a plan” accuses Gloria, after washing down a bit of her salad with wine, “but I'm yet to hear anything about it”

Ballister's first instinct is to roll his eyes, tell her that it's her who's been acting all weird and cranky, but he knows better than to go against an older knight, even if she's drunk and injured. She's also his mother-in-law, and he refuses to feed into the stereotype of in laws not getting along.

“The food just distracted us, mom, that's all. It's really good”

Gloria's face softens a bit, and she offers her son a quick sound of agreement.

“Still. I need to know what you two rascals are up to, don't I?”

As if she didn't just violently smash the table, she laughs a bit at her joke, muttering something about teenagers under her breath.

They do their best to explain themselves without setting her off again, Ambrosius providing Ballister with facial expressions that let him know when to shut up and when to keep going. At the end of it, their food is almost gone, Ballister's guilt is almost forgotten, and Gloria looks almost convinced.

"And what do you win, cadet?"

She looks feral, like a lion ready to chew down on it's prey. Ballister refuses to lose against her, not today.

"I get to see my boyfriend be happy. What else could I possibly want?"

Some of the servants seem too moved by his answer to hide their coos, but he doesn't dare look their way, too scared to find out that perhaps that truly are the kids that grew up on his same street, with his same dreams. He keeps his eyes fixed on Gloria's, blue and brown crashing and figthing.

"Sounds like bullshit to me. No one would do all that just for someone else's happiness or whatever"

She shakes her head in disagreement, and Ballister wants to scream at her, tell her that she doesn't know shit about them, that he would walk barefoot into a burning building if it meant saving Ambrosius. He doesn't.

"I don't need anything else" he says, instead, "I only want to make sure that my boyfriend has a choice and-"

"Okay, say you win" interrupts Gloria, looking bemused with him. He hates the way she stares him down like a mere child, "and the interviewer; because this will be televised, that's a no brainer, asks what do you want. What are you going to tell the kingdom?"

He doesn't even hesitate, before answering:

"I would ask for just enough money to pay back my debth with the house of Elpis and the Goldenloin house. Then, for Ambrosius's political allies to be a matter only he can have the final say on. Not you, or me, or anyone else"

She looks at him some more, as if trying to be intimidating. He doesn't budge.

"That is an honest answer" she finally says, nodding, "That's more believable. That, I can accept. I think"

She makes a show of considering things, tapping her index finger to her chin. They keep quiet, waiting for her verdict.

“It's a decent attempt” she concedes, after some seconds of humming to herself. "It's even a good idea"

They both sigh, relieved. She clicks her tongue, and shakes her head, again, like some sort of wet dog, and they feel not so relieved, now.

“But you two are openly... close to one another, right? Everyone knows. Can't do anything if you win and people question us, can we? About your little, well, romance, and all that”

Gloria never really acknowledges the fact that her son is dating Ballister, even if he did come out and confess the secret to her half a year ago, cracking under the pressure of a specially though new years party. It gives Ambrosius some sort of dumb hope, that perhaps his mom might actually start taking his own free will into account and validating his love for Ballister. Even if she always says that that's something she already does.

“We're still trying to figure out what to do with that, Mum”

She laughs some more, making him feel stupid. Ballister looks as confused as he feels when she merely giggles at their faces, gulping down the rest of her drink. A servant refills it immediately.

“You kids are so slow, nowadays” she flaps her hand, rolling her eyes, “a mere fight will be enough. In a public space, obviously. Be nasty about it. My friends and I used to do it when we wanted to get a rise out of our parents. Neat trick”

And, with that piece of advice, she keeps on drinking.

.

Ambrosius excuses them both out of the table when they're done, leaving Captain Gloria to drunkenly mumble nonsense to herself.

The halls of the mansion are spacious and lonely, so they're able to walk together, holding hands, without a care in the world. Ambrosius has grown up here, was raised here. He knows and trusts the staff to keep a couple of secrets.

“She seems… a bit agitated” Ballister says, softly. Gloria has been a sore spot for their conversations ever since the start of their friendship, and they mostly try to avoid talking about her. But if feels wrong, to be in her house and pretend she doesn't exist.

“She's got a dislocated hip” Ambrosius answers, voice impregnated with pity, “Must hurt a lot. She was distracted with this whole thing and a thief managed to hit her real hard…”

He stares at the floor, but they keep on walking to Ambrosius's bedroom. After lunch, Gloria has practically demanded for them to stay until dinner, arguing that they have already lost most of the day, anyways. Neither one of them dared go against her word.

“I'm happy she's mad. At least I'm not the only one worried about your ass”

“I can assure you, Ballister, your thoughts about my ass are really, really different from her thoughts about it. At least I hope so”

Hip bumping his boyfriend for being an idiot, Ballister blushes a bit. Ambrosius does have a nice body.

“Don't be weird about this, Amber. We're literally talking about you mom”

“No, you are talking about her. I'm talking about people's thoughts on my ass. That's a whole different conversation”

“Not a specially interesting one, I'm sure. Much like your very flat ass”

Ambrosius gasps, offended, just as they reach the doors of his bedroom. He makes a show of dramatically slamming the door, just to open it back again mere seconds later, sticking out his tongue at Ballister before allowing him to come in.

“Keep this treatment up, and I'm actually marrying Todd” he threatens, and Ballister half heartedly pushes him.

“Okay, your ass is not flat. Just… sort of concave. Happy?”

“Not so much. But, alas, I'm not really dating a poet, am I? My heart has chosen you, even with your horrible mistreatments towards my figure”

They laugh at the stupidity of the situation, as if guilt isn't eating Ballister alive, as if Ambrosius isn't worried to death for his mom, as if the world isn't collapsing and burning around them.

They take of their shoes, and get into bed, cuddling with each other almost immediately, used to it after years and years of practice. Ballister rests his cheek on Ambrosius's chest, and they hold hands, tangling their legs. This is incredibly inappropriate to do on Ambrosius's house, with his mom meter away, but everything around them feels so wrong right now that this is the closest they can get to normal.

The events of the last few hours settle in. Panic comes back, alongside with every other emotion that they have been trying to run away from. It's scary, to admit that perhaps they could fail. They could be wrong. Ambrosius understands why his mom seems to be in denial all of the time; it's easier to pretend that something is not happening than to deal with the fact that it is.

The room is quiet. They're just teens.

“I'm nervous”

“Me, too. I'm terrified”

“Yeah. Me, too”

And it's just them, their fears and their breaths, for a second. There's nothing else but them. But reality is always there, waiting, and it comes with paperwork and legalities and many, many other things. It's them against the world, even if they would really, really like to just make peace with everyone and sleep until winter.

To avoid silence — because it comes with too many questions, too many memories, too many reminders — Ballister decides to keep on with their plan, furthering it, and asks, “So, now, we fake fight?”

“I think it's the best choice we have, right? Mom said so”

Ambrosius, always eager to follow Gloria's word, seems to perk up. Ballister feels slightly annoyed, but at least his boyfriend looks a little less like a kicked kitten.

“And what are we figthing about, uh?”

This is scary, too. Yeah, a fake figth. That's something they should be able to manage. But there's some issues, here and there, and perhaps they're just waiting for a chance to come out. This could be that chance. And there's no way they're going to actually live apart from each other, but they have to, right? So it's believable.

“What about something stupid? Like, I don't know, jazz?”

“Ambrosius, you know very well how I feel about-”

To stop his boyfriend from going on yet another campaign of hate against freestyle jazz, Ambrosius gives him a quick kiss on the hair, successfully making him shut up.

“Kay, not jazz. What, then?”

“Let's fight about this. I'll be jealous, you'll scream at me for being jealous, and we'll break up. Call me a selfish insecure asshole, or something”

Ambrosius immediately pants like a wounded animal, frowning. He makes Ballister get up slightly, to make sure he can see his eyes. They're full of love. Pure, solid, love.

“I don't ever want to hurt you, Bal”

Ballister chokes on air, because this isn't fair. Ambrosius is so pretty, resting on the mattress, looking up at him. No one else but him should ever get to see him like this. Specially not some imbecile who thinks figthing for him is enough to get married.

“It's just going to be a play-pretend situation, Amber. I don't wanna hurt you, either, but it's going to be just a couple of days. Then, we're back to normal”

Ambrosius ponders on it, pouting. But he finally nods, agreeing.

“Fine. We're hating each other from now on”

.

The next time Ballister wakes up, they're back at the Institute, half naked, fused together like a pretzel. Perhaps they got a bit too sentimental when they came back, and perhaps they stole a couple of sips from Gloria's wine reserve. A make out session had been the start of their so called hate, and Gloreth, did they suck at this.

“Ambrosius. Ambrosius, wake up. Ambrosius, fucking move”

With a bit more of force than needed, he shakes his boyfriend, trying to get him to open up his eyes. Ambrosius attempts to do so and also get up, miscalculating, and falling face first to the floor.

Shit.

Hurrying up to help him, Ballister trips, too. The wine is still in their systems, apparently, and it makes them laugh like idiots as soon as their gazes cross.

“Shit. We're supposed to be figthing, Amber”

“I'm pretty sure last night counts as a form of combat. Sword figths, one may call it”

“Shut the fuck up, honestly. Just, for once, shut up”

“Only if you kiss me, babe"

Okay, maybe they aren't suited for a divorce yet. Ballister got up, grunting, and Ambrosius followed suit, if only because the floor is way too cold to be laying on it with nothing but a boxer and shorts on. He smiled at the wall when he managed to stand up on his own two feet, still dizzy.

“What now, Bal?”

Ballister struggled to put his shirt back on, trying to remember where the fuck his shoes where. It was early, still. If he hurried up, he could sneak out without anyone seeing him.

“Dont ask me. This whole thing was your plan. Think, Ambrosius; for the first time in your life, think”

Ambrosius threw the nearest object at his ungrateful boyfriend, and rolled his eyes when the comb impacted against the desk. Turns out his aim gets affected by alcohol. Who could've thought?

“What was that for?!” Hisses Ballister, barely managing to get done with his clothes. Ambrosius's loopy smile only grew bigger at the sight, and he looked so much like his mom, for a second. Just a second.

“We're figthing, love. I think this is how figths are supposed to go, right?”

And he threw a hair cream bottle, that impacted on the wall.

Ballister opened up the door, just in time for the notebook Ambrosius threw to go flying through it. Some cadets were already out, curious about the noise. Ambrosius, drunk and ad impulsive as his mother, grinned with pleasure. Yes, a public fight, indeed.

“And get out!” he screamed, remembering the way his mother looked at him yesterday, feeling the tears burning on the very corners of his eyes, hating her stare and wishing she looked at him more often “I don't want to talk to you ever again, you hear me?!”

A pillow was thrown. Ballister fought down the urge to burst out laughing. This felt so much like a cheap soap opera.

“It's not my fault you're a coward!” He screamed back, wine helping him come up with the words, “Go and die for all I care, Golden Boy! Hang yourself from a fucking tower, I don't give a shit!”

More and more people came in to witness the situation. Had he been sober, Ballister probably would've stopped. He wasn't, though.

“You're so jealous!” Screeched Ambrosius, like he meant it, “You're just jealous of my suitors being way better than you, you prick!”

Ballister kneeled down, picked up the fallen pillow, and threw it right back at it's owner. Ambrosius barely contained his cackles.

“I'll enter the fucking tournament just so I can disown you, Ambrosius! You don't deserve all that money!”

They were losing the plot a bit, but it didn't really matter. A figth is a figth, no matter the reasons.

“Do whatever you want, Ballister! You're never winning, never !”

Next, a sweater came in, balled up, flying. This one actually hit Ballister on the eye, and he had to take a step back, surprised. Ouch.

“We'll see about that, you idiot!”

With a final heated stare, Ballister turned around, bitting down his tongue to dissimulate the giggles.

.

As soon as he got into his room and locked his door, Ballister opened up his cellphone, already missing his boyfriend's arms. He found a couple of drunken voicemails Ambrosius had already sent his way, and a couple of pictures that matched the vibe of their last night.

Smiling, he got into his own bed, hiding under the sheets. Perhaps intense figths weren't such a bad idea for their relationship, after all.

[unevenpatterns]

Fic idea - Jet is a spicy kitten (Jetko)

So since I will soon have less time to write due to getting a real grown up job, I wanted to get some of my ideas written down before that happens. They might become actual fics at some point, so spoil it for yourself if you want to I guess? One thing that keeps plauging my Jetko heart is the fact that in canon Jet never discovered that Zuko was a prince, just that he was a firebender. Imagine the fucking conniption he'd have over that... (as he pretty much does in Second Chances)

So let's say Jet survives, but he doesn't escape. He passes out, but looks very much like like he's gone. Smellerbee and Longshot sit with him but eventually leave him behind, thinking he's dead and they can't carry him out of there and escape themselves. There were a lot of people under Lake Laogai, and most of them quickly get transferred to other prisons by the Dai Li before they collapse the whole thing. They also stumble upon Jet and take him with them. This leads to Jet being imprisoned again. How would anyone know he's alive? After the war ends and Zuko is crowned firelord he returns to Ba Sing Se to visit and during this visit, war prisoners are exhanged from both sides. Zuko is shown around the prison and lo and behold who does he find there? His old crush/friend/enemy. Horrified he immediately wants Jet released.

Jet is of course enraged about being by being granted mercy by a stupid firebender and also really confused about how a tea server suddenly has the power to do that. And why is he wearing such fancy clothes?

But he is also smart enough not to protest until he's out. Fighting the firebender can wait 2 minutes, right? Except then someone says Zuko's title out loud right as he is let out, and nope, Jet hits the roof and tries to commit murder.

But he's weak and the guards get him down. Zuko tries to explain that no, no, this is normal Jet behaviour, it's fine, just let him go, while Jet is still screaming about wanting to slice him down the middle right next to him.

The earth kingdom guys suggest that they can release him after Zuko leave Ba Sing Se as they don't particularly want a diplomatic crisis on their hands. Zuko doesn't trust the earth kingdom to actually let Jet go later on, so he takes him into custody as his own prisoner.

One of Zuko's advisors jokes that it's like having a feral kitten in a cage trying to tame it. Not knowing what else to do Zuko takes this too literally and starts asking people a lot of questions about how to tame kittens. He applies this knowledge with varying succes.

Cue Zuko owning a very spicy kitten that hisses a lot and has to be tamed before being rehomed.

Zuko: 🥰😺 Jet: 🤬😾 Everyone else: 😰😨😐

(If you can't already tell I love the dynamic of one person wanting to murder the other, while the other one is not taking it seriously at all and just thinks he's adorable and "misunderstood")

[aromarten]

Can we talk about Kazu? I would like to talk about Kazu.

(putting it under a read more to spare others from a wall of text they may not want to see)

His personality and presence are so extremely important to both Sakuko and Takahashi's individual stories. For Sakuko, he was proof that those who might happen to fall in love with her won't always stop being part of her life when she can't return their feelings. Not everyone that gets close to her before knowing her identity will leave once they find out. He showed anyone could respect her boundaries and who she is if they truly wanted to, and was therefore an example of how nobody had an excuse to not try.

For Takahashi, Kazu was something similar to that last part but with a different impact due to Takahashi's own history. Both the implied parts and what we're told of it. Kazu was the proof that anyone could accept those like Takahashi even if they seemed ignorant or close-minded at first, but he also must have turned out to be such a huge breath of fresh air after the years and years of Takahashi being suffocated by people's amatonormative mindsets and their disinterest in considering his perspective.

Nobody in Takahashi's personal life had ever really listened to him, nobody cared about his thoughts or his knowledge on his own identity. It must've seemed like no one would ever put in the effort to see an aroace's side of things. Then this goofy idiot waltzes in and starts pestering him with a million questions. At the start those questions were rude and invasive, but the important thing was this guy wanted to listen. You can literally see it in Takahashi's face when it first hits him that oh. Kazu does care. He realized Kazu wasn't necessarily trying to force his own way of life onto anyone, he was just confused and desperately wanted to understand someone he cares about. Not only did Kazu want to hear what Takahashi had to say but he even clearly expressed he thought Takahashi was cool and that he valued his knowledge. Eventually Kazu developed the sort of mindset Takahashi had always wished so many of the people from his past could have had. One that says "I may not ever fully understand. But I believe you, and I respect you."

(disclaimer: this post does not condone causing aroaces to fall down stairs, forcing your way into their house to help them while they recover from the resulting injury, or invading their personal space and asking them deeply personal questions for several days for the sake of understanding them. oh but kazu's forgiven though)

[xcyphoz0a]

Wander

Gender neutral reader, angst

TW/CW: ooc tighnari ithink

Word count: 886

Proofread: nope

| You weren’t able to settle with anyone, nor a place. And even your first and last love couldn’t hold you back from wandering. |

When you first arrived in Sumeru, the only reason you were there was to find a place of comfort. For the last few years going around every region you could, you weren’t able to find any place that you could find yourself settling down and be safe.

Every region, village, city you could land your feet on, you’d always be greeted in some way, whether it be nice, apprehensive or flat out absolutely rude.

But whenever you’d step by, the inhabitants would already have memorised your name and know you for your erudtion, your knowledge stemming from somewhere that even you didn’t know where it came from.

Passing by Avidya forest, you had stayed for a while in Ghandarva Ville, making some friendships with a few of the forest rangers, the most notable being Collei and Tighnari.

Collei was surely one of the nicest and pleasant person to be around with. Showing around the forest and where to be careful, you had found yourself a soft spot for her, just with some other people you had encountered, such as Sucrose, Qiqi and Ayaka.

Tighnari on the other hand, was slightly the opposite. He was nice– in his own way, and you found it interesting how he had a lot of knowledge about the ecosystem and forest. You weren’t surprised when Akademiya affiliations had sent mails and some of their staff and students to Tighnari himself.

Soon finding some reasonable comfort within the forest, you had decided to stay for a while until you felt the need to leave. Finding an empty room was not really easy– though you did manage to find one eventually.

Around the few months you had spent with the forest rangers in Ghandarva Ville and going out to patrols along with the company of either Collei or Tighnari, you found yourself finding odd feelings around the latter. 

You didn’t dare ask for help because you soon caught the gist of what your feelings meant.

First love.

Would it be the last?

Though with your observing nature, you did find out that he also seemed to have the same feelings towards you. 

And when you both were together, he had asked,

“Where are you from?”

You look at him– and you couldn’t explain the emotion you had in your heart. His eyes blinking at you in curiosity.

You felt yourself faltering.

The reason why you were so reluctant to the question, "Where are you from" was because you were travelling so much that you could no longer call a place your home anymore.

Your voice strained.

“...I don’t know.”

He looks at you, confused.

“You must be from somewhere, at least, no?”

You shake your head. For the love of Celestia, you didn’t know who your parents were anymore. You felt like you had just appeared, and started wandering. You had no recollection of your childhood. Maybe you did have one, but you couldn’t recall anything.

Looking at him, you see him nodding his head in some form of understanding. You’re sure that he doesn’t know why you answered like that. You didn’t know why too.

“Well… you can call this place your home if you’d like.”

You smile in response but you know you wouldn’t be able to call this place your home. You always wandered. And barely had a place to really feel home.

But you think maybe you could call this place your home until you leave.

And for a few months, it was racing towards the end of one year. You wanted to leave to another place.

You didn’t want to leave your first love behind, but something told you that you needed to leave.

Starting off with packing your belongings, you write a note.

Handwritten.

And when the clock struck 00:00, you took your swift leave.

Tighnari felt as if something was missing.

As usual he went on his way to check on you.

But after knocking, he opened the door to find the room empty, clean and a handwritten note on a chair.

To my dearest and first love, Tighnari,

I’ve never said this to you, but I love you. And always will. Though I would’ve stayed, it is in my nature to wander.

You must be wondering, if I felt like I stayed, why did I leave?I’m on a search to find a place I find safe in. A place to really call ‘home’. This was my temporary home– and I also wish it would’ve lasted forever.

I hope you don’t cry reading this– I’m sure you won’t, right? You shouldn’t. Not gonna force you though.

Please remember me too– I won’t forget you as well, you’re always in my memory along with a photo I took when you were sleeping, how cute…

Tighnari looks at the letter in his hands as he re reads it again.

Love, (L/N), (Y/N)

P.S) Tell Collei that I love her too :)

For this whole time he thought you were not being serious with your rambles of leaving and wandering. But now he thinks differently.

He feels a sting in his nose and the inner corners of his eyes, and finds water droplets falling onto the last thing that he had of you.

And he wishes you’d come back, saying it was a joke.

[foxholewriting]

Until death do us part

Florentin/Male Reader - fluff(?) - Words/ 951

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet name(s) - None

Mention - I love this man so expect a lot of pieces written about him.

Please note that i'm writing off very limited information of Florentin, if the creator finds this misrepresents the character he will correct me.

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Y/N looked around confused, the space was dark but cold. A thin white sheet covered his body but barely gave him any warmth, his hands felt around the space. Cold metal all around him, the air felt thick and frozen. He gently pushed the door which took some strength to give way, after rolling over and crawling out he stumbled into an empty lab. The room was filled with vials, beakers, books, anatomy diagrams, maps, and more, nothing that felt familiar. 

The tile under his feet echoed softly as he stumbled around, he didn’t remember any of this. Everything before this current moment he couldn’t remember, the desk was piled high with papers attracting his attention. He felt heavy as he started to stumble over, opening the first file resulted in him not reading anything. All the words mushed together growing more frustrated he shoved the pile over sending it across the floor. 

“That wasn’t very appropriate was it?” Y/N turned around staring at a young man, he looked angelic with long black hair, a streak of white hair in the front and seemed sickly with pale skin. Several seconds passed before the man stepped closer, seeming to eye him, Y/N watched him confused. The man looked pleased as he  looked over Y/N taking in his nude figure. 

“Where am I? Who are you? Who am-” The strange man raised his hand to silence him, not a single word was exchanged as the man handed Y/N some clothes. Then pointed to the files and papers sprawled on the floor. 

“Pick this up.” Y/N furrowed his brow as he put the clothes on and stumbled around picking up the files, putting them back on the desk under the scrutiny of the man. Once the papers and files were placed back where they were before he spoke again. Just as he was about to speak Y/N’s hand clamped shut in an act of rigor mortis earring a howl of pain from him, he hissed as he dug his fingers into the muscle loosening the tight muscle. His wrist was pulled towards the man, gloves wrapped tight moving and rotating the limb. 

Y/N attempted to pull his wrist free earning an icy glare from the man stumping any act of defiance. 

“You really don’t remember me? Your husband?” Y/N tilted his head, which he wasn’t expecting this type of reveal. That still didn’t answer most of his questions but he didn’t have any reason to not trust this man, even if he seemed like he’d sell his own child for a gold coin. 

“Husband?” The man released his wrist looking at him with a smile before moving back to the desk pulling out a license with black cursive sprawled on it, he showed it to Y/N diligently. 

“Can’t read it.” Y/N mumbled as he squinted at the paper, his eyes still not focusing on any words, a shard smack to the back of his head seemed to knock his eyes into place enough to focus again. He grumbled as he read the paper, sure enough they were married seemed to have been only a week before. 

What Y/N lacked the knowledge of was within the last week this new husband thought he had seen him flirt with the carriage boy, when Y/N was asking if any packages had arrived for him as a new gift for his husband. What also didn’t help was random letters showing up as a secret admirer, fights had ensued. Y/N wanted to leave the newly wed home for some time to think but his new husband insisted on one more supper together. 

“Florentin, that’s beautiful.” Y/N nodded, if they were truly married then that meant at some point Y/N trusted him fully with his heart and had no reason to think he’d do anything to harm him. How strange it is that people can find so much of themselves to get what they want, especially for love. 

“But how did I end up here?” Florentin had put the license back and busied himself with whatever thing he found in the lab as he seemed to float around. Y/N walked behind him watching waiting, there were parts of him that institually just followed Florentin around and other parts of him said to run. 

“You had a tragic accident on the third night of our marriage.” His voice sounded dismissive and almost irritated by the persistent questions. Y/N rubbed his neck, his fingers brushing against stitching, he used his finger to feel that it went all the way around his neck. 

“So I died?” He tried to pick at the stitchs earning a hard slap to his hand from Florentin, those stitches were the best he’s ever done and he didn’t want his husband to ruin it with his picking. 

“Yes, you died. But as you can tell, not for long.” Florentin jestered to Y/N’s body, he walked towards the doors only opening it once Y/N was close walking out together. 

“But this doesn’t make any sense, if I died how did I come back.” Florentin glanced at him and sighed as they took a walk in the garden under the full moon. 

“You promised me until death do we part but I promised even death you couldn’t escape me, you promised me forever.” Florentin grabbed his face, digging his nails into Y/N’s cheek, yanking him close to his face. 

“You are mine, you can’t escape me. Don’t try, don’t think about it.” Y/N nodded, since he woke up he could feel his heartbeat to life. 

“Of course Angel.” 

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@doubledeadstudio

[roseapov]

Concubine

Jennette x GN!Reader

Tw: murder, obsession, stalking, power gap, power play, power abuse, degradation from position

Action is taking place during the Lovely Princess (the 1st life)

Povtober 2023, Day 29 [Masterlist]

Jennette de Alger Obelia, the beloved crown princess of the Obelian Empire and the older sister of Athanasia de Alger Obelia, who is considered a forgotten princess.

And truthfully so, she is very much forgotten indeed. People of the Empire and their shared father cared only for their sunshine, future ruler.

Yet there was one person, one that Jenette desired most, and that wasn't Ijekiel. It was you. Whenever you were in her vicinity, the world around her didn't matter, no one else mattered, not even her father.

She was never able to catch your eye the way she wanted, all you saw in her was a friend at most, not even a close one, much to her dismay. Yet it never changed the fact that she loved to observe you.

Your whole attention was always directed to her sister, making her blood boil. Your visits were always for Athy and never for her. Do you really see her unworthy visiting? Unworthy of your companionship?

What did she ever done to you? You act so distant, it makes her heart clench in pain. One day she finally gathered the courage to ask you, what her younger sister had, that she hasn't.

She had much more of everything! What was the thing she was lacking? Yet the answer...

Your answer was nothing she could ever be prepared for, you loved her sister. You loved someone else. Her sister and not her. You didn't loved her.

She started to tremble from anger and frustration, fists clenched, eyes starting to water yet any tears never fell down her cheeks. She run away from you, before you could ask any questions, making you pale from the threat of death for making the precious princess cry.

Ever since then you were strictly forbidden from seeing your love, making both of you confused, yet inwardly you knew the reason very well, your inetraction with older princess never leaving your mind.

Athanasia never truly knew the reason for this, unlike Jennette, but that never stopped her from seeing you in secret, as she also held feelings for you.

Ever since then the older princess was always at your side, taking the place of her rival sister. The two of you grow closer with the flowing time, even after your doubt at the start. Much to her delight.

You even get so bold as to ask her for perimssion to have a sleepover with her in the castle, of course she wouldn't dare to refuse you.

She would've refused if she knew that you would sneak out at night just to meet with Athanasia.

Later on, the day of the coronation had finally came, and with that day henceforth the Obelian Empire welcomed its new ruler, Jennette de Alger Obelia.

And her first order was to make you her concubine...

No one honestly expected it, seeing you two as close friends, but the shock on your face told them all they needed to know. It was all one sided. You couldn't believe your ears, hoping that they have failed you, instead of believing what was happening.

No one would tried to do anything about it anyway, if their newly beloved queen says so, it shall be obeyed. You were left at her mercy.

The nobles that you were part of earlier, pitied you and your injust end. From being respectable and renowned noble to mere plaything of the empress, with no worth.

The only plus of this situation was the fact that you got your own palace to live it, meant for the new royal concubines, instead of living together with the emperor ones.

Speaking of the empress, she loved to spend all her free time with you. Visiting you every evening and calling you to herself on busier days.

It was great for her, the perfect harmony.. Until she caught you meeting with Athanasia. All hell broke loose.

The one person she was always trying to be better than, you were seeing her being her back, without her knowledge. That made her erupt with fury, and the next thing you know, a head rolled.

The head that once belonged to the Athanasia de Alger Obelia, the second princess of the empire, now laying on the dirt.

You couldn't say no, now your words hold no power, making you forever stuck at her side... Besides, after seeing what she had done to her kin, you don't want to risk anymore, do you?

It was so hard to find good pics of jeweled eyes Jennette TwT

[animeyanderelover]

Genuinely curious abt this; Gon with a Darling concerned but also afraid of him. Basically they have conflicted feelings for him; they always viewed him as this sweet innocent ray of sunshine capable of no wrong, he always has this sense of justice that Reader admired. They followed him on his journey to find his Father in the Hunter Exams, all the way to Chimera Arc.

That was a big turning point there. Reader noticed the signs througout their journey but they were confused. And then they saw how Gon reacted to Kite's death, they tried their best to console him. But with how Gon mercilessly plummeted Pitou to nothing, Reader's image of Gon is put to question and now they have no idea how to act or feel around him. Their responses were shorter, unsure, a bit distant and avoidant but they're also not sure whether to pull away or stay.

How would Gon reassure them?

That arc changed my view on Gon too. I guess it changed many opinions about Gon.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, clinginess, delusions, obsession, violence

Should I leave or stay?

🎣​You two basically grew up together and have been inseparable as long as you can remember. You two are are childhood sweethearts. Gon just has something that you've always admired. He's optimistic, always cheers you up when you're done and has a strong sense of justice. He's already told you about his dream to go to the Hunter Exam and find his father and you've been nothing but supportive, have already sworn to go together with him. That led to a pinky promise you two made on that day, promising to go through everything together. Gon's crush on you is fairly obvious but the whole village watches with smiles since the both of you are too adorable together. Who knows, your admiration and all the years you spent with him might have led to a crush from your side too.

🎣​You make great friends on the way, feel really happy in the beginning since it feels like nothing could ever get in your and Gon's way now. You have great people like Leorio, Kurapika and Killua with you after all. Hisoka marks the first real confrontation with the more evil aspects of the world as he has an interest in Gon and you, sees you as something that has potential. He freaks you out and Gon notices, reacts very protective as he always tries to shield you as soon as Hisoka notices your group.

🎣​Many things happen and the grim reality which was kept away from you on the isolated island starts dawning on you more and more. There are times where you feel down but Gon and your new friends encourage you and are there for you which is why you're always able to stay up. You help to save Killua from his family, fight your way through the arena and learn together with Gon and Killua Nen. You even manage to survive the Phanom Troupe somehow thanks to Gon and your own abilities which you unlocked thanks to your Nen. Bisky only helps you more to unlock your true Nen-potential as you work on your own special move fitting for you and your type.

🎣​You admire Kite and you know Gon does the same. He's finally a close lead to his father and a great teacher to top it all. Both of you look up to him and in your own naivety you genuinely think that after surviving the Phantom Troupe there is nothing you can't handle. That is until the Chimera Ants appear and Neferpitou attacks. The aura they project has your whole body trembling as you feel something that can only be described as the certain knowledge that you'll die here. Only thanks to Kite fighting and screaming you to run away and Killua grabbing both you and Gon, who wants to help Kite, are you able to survive.

🎣​It's the first time you've seen Gon being shattered as he turns into a shell of what he used to be for a while after. Your heart aches and you try to console him and cheer him up as good as you can. He's done so much for you already so you can at least do something for him too. Initially you're too blinded to notice what starts to brood inside of him. Or maybe you just try to ignore the signs he sometimes gives you such as the flare of negative aura or the empty look in those normally warm eyes. He's still your childhood friend after all, the optimistic and cheerful Gon. How can you ever think about him changing into something more dark when he sometimes clings to you as silent tears slip out of his eyes? You're in denial for a long time.

🎣​Those empty eyes when the three of you confront Neferpitou are horrific just as much as the hateful and murderous aura around him. Suddenly, as you see Neferpitou pleading to save a human life and Gon mercilessly shooting their offer down, you can't tell who is truly evil anymore. There is a human girl about to die if the Chimera Ant doesn't help them so why won't Gon give them the time they need to properly heal them? Gon surely wouldn't sacrifice a human life, an innocent one? Kite wouldn't have wanted this! The Gon you know wouldn't do this! You try to talk sense into him, ask him to give Pitou the time they asked for yet you stumble back out of fear when he turns around. His face is contorted into a ugly mask you can't bear to look at as he suddenly resembles a monster more than the boy you know. Surely you don't suddenly take the side of the killer of Kite, right?

🎣​You feel like you can't breathe anymore as you stare at the stranger in front of you, your heart beating out of fear. Why do you suddenly fear Gon? Is...Is that even Gon? You are silent for the rest of the time and as soon as Pitou is finished with their work and Gon wants to force them to heal Kite, he tells you in a voice devoid of all emotions that he wants you to stay away and go somewhere safe. Any protest you have dies out when he stares into your soul with those blank eyes that feel like they might suffocate you. You fear a direct confrontation and lie to him, something you've never done intentially before, tell him that you'll wait for him. In reality you just wait until you're sure that neither him nor Pitou with their insane En reach will notice you. You're sweating as images of Gon go through your head, the one you've tried to ignore despite all the signs.

🎣​When the insane wave of Nen hits you, you have a vivid flashback of the first time you met Pitou. Someone is going to die! You rush to the place you sense the trememdous wave of sinister Nen coming from. You stumble and scratch yourself as your body gives up multiple times on you out of a sheer overload of fear yet you force yourself to go on. You have a bad feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach, nearly throw out the contains of your stomach multiple times and are only able to take shallow breaths the closer you get. Once you reach your destination, you finally throw up everything you've eaten as you see something that completely shatters your own heart.

🎣​A huge man, plumming the headless corpse of Pitou into a bloody mush. Tears drop down you feel nauseous, coughing up the bitter and sour liquid of not fully digested food. Your throat stings from the gag reflex as you continue to cry, eyes tightly pressed together as you refuse to look. You know those clothes, you know the color of this hair, you know this Nen aura even if it is nothing like the friendly and passionate one you used to always sense. It feels like all your memories of Gon are tainted until you can only see the image of empty eyes and a dead person who is beating into the ground until only a puddle of blood and bones remains.

🎣​When you hear your own name being called, you choke on the air. Your body is violently shaking and everything inside of you screams to run away yet you don't have the strength. Your head is only able to move milimeters as you slowly dare to lift your head, pupils quivering. The only thing you can hear by now is your own heartbeat threatening to break through your ribs. Yet everything completely stops, even time, as you meet those eyes. He's crying, despite the horrendous act he just committed he is crying, blue blood decorating his face as he looks at you. It feels like you forget how to breathe, even your heart feels like it stops beating in that moment. Your vision is invaded by black dots dancing in front of your eyes as your chest starts to hurt.

🎣​You don't remember much after that, you only know that you wake up inside of a hospital. Apparently you've fainted, Killua found both you and Gon and carried you both back. When you hear Gon's name, your hands clutch the sheets of the bed tightly as your throat feels tight. You barely manage to press out the question of what happened to Gon and the hesitant look on their face has your heart freezing. You prepare yourself for the worst yet nothing could have prepared you for Gon's condition, you nearly throw up again. You get to hear that Killua apparently knows a way to heal Gon and has gone without you yet Leorio is here. When the man asks you worriedly what happened, the full burden hits you and you end up crying in front of him.

🎣​You spend hours just staring through the glass pane, waiting for Killua to come back. During this time you have a lot to think about. Gon has changed. You can't deny this any longer. You've just ignored all the signs you noticed throughout the way since you didn't want to accept that your Gon would ever change. You've been a fool to think that way. This world filled with Nen and hunters is vastly different from the small island you two grew up, obviously you two would change somewhere along the way. You've probably changed too, everyone changes eventually. This realization that Gon has changed and has lost something important has you shedding silent tears. His whole perception of the world must have warped when Kite died and you wonder how much of the old Gon is left. What you do know though is that the sight of this darker Gon has traumatized you and your body still reacts that way even now. There are slight shivers of terror going through your body.

🎣​You force yourself to stay around, at least until Gon finally meets his dad. You even try to stay optimistic when you notice that Gon is back to his old self as soon as Nanika has healed him. Yet you can't. When you stare at his grinning face, your mind automatically recalls empty and cold eyes and a face covered in blue blood. You always have to avoid your eyes as you try to suppress the shivers. You can't converse with him anymore, your responses are short and you always end up excusing yourself, walking quickly away as your hands turn to fists. You can't even look at him anymore, the images of him obliterating a corse haunting you.

🎣​Your distant behavior confuses Gon, it hurts him even. You two have always been so close after all so he isn't able to fathom why you suddenly want to pull away from him. He's a honest and straightforward person so he tries multiple times to ask you about your strange behavior but you constantly dodge him and leave him, not even spare him a glance. He senses your fear. You're scared of him and that knowledge bruises his heart. Why would you be scared of him? He'd never hurt you. His memories are foggy, he can't recall everything that happened after his encounter with Neferpitou and it isn't until Killua tells him that he found you lying unconscious near him that he realizes that you were there too.

🎣​Gon isn't very good with mind games, he confronts you openly about this at one point. Tries to reassure your dwelling fear of what you saw on that day. There are tears brimming in his eyes when he notices how you shake and take a step back as soon as he leans closer, a terrified look on your face. He pleads you to look at him at least just once but when you do and he sees the terror written all over your face, he can't bear it. He starts crying too but instead of trying to comfort him like you used to do, you just stand silently there with your lips pressed into a thin line.

🎣​Gon tries to make you forget, acts extra sweet around you to show you that he's still the same person. He's clingier though and more protective. He tries to tell himself that you'd never leave him, you two made a pinky promise after all to go through everything together. You've forgotten about that promise by now though and can only give him a bewildered look when he reminds you that you two made a promise. That means nothing to you anymore and hearing you say those words plunges a dagger of pain and desperation inside Gon's heart. He grows paranoid even more though he mumbles to himself that you wouldn't leave him since you two have always been together. That everything will be fine between you two. He becomes quite overbearing though, follows you everywhere and is excessively sweet towards you. If you try to run away, dangers are that he'll snap though. He already lost Kite and can't handle losing you too. He needs to protect you.

[goddessxeffect]

Hello ! <3

Actually I'm here from the very start of loa from subliminal to affirmations from 3d to amino apps shiftok I have seen everything ! I have always been successful in manifesting it's like from the start I have thought of me as a creator but now !! For some times I keep getting distracted or misunderstood or idk the thing is the self yes I know self is real duh duh duh but what about Venessa what about Laura these are my creation so how I just leave them like nothing? Ik we all need the inner peace the self knowledge the knowledge of we are everything but characters the ego how can we leave them to be it the connection the family we are the one who created now she is in the problem how are we going to leave her

Is there a thing where I can just silent all these questions and you know I think I'm attached to heal my inner child not the self but the child who have been neglected by my own self nothing is impossible I as a master manifester know it !! But Love why I can't just let it happen why can't I just imagine and think it's over why I keep going back to the old picture why? ( English is not my first Lang and while writing this I think I have adhd too ) I just can't focus

I'm not really sure if I understood your question, it is obvious that you (Ego) are confused right now. I think that you got entangled in all those "teachings" or concepts so let me shed a light on it :)

First of all, there is a massiv difference between what you learned in LOA and what I am teaching here (self realization). What I'm trying to get across to you is that you are no longer stuck in a loop of trying to fulfill an Ego, even if LOA calls that Ego "Self, God or Creator" - they don't know what they are talking about, honestly.

To know your real being you have to first abandon what you thought yourself to be. – Ada (4dbarbie)

You (Ego) wanting to manifest something stems from a THOUGHT of not having it, so you (Ego) want it. You having something, also a thought. Your mind, body, EGO, this world, people are just THOUGHTS of Self / thoughts in Awareness.

Everything already exists in you (Self). You are awareness taking the shape of this body, dreaming of this reality literally. There's nothing to manifest. There's nothing real here. You (Self) imaging lack and desire through an Ego, for real.

You literally got teached to add more imaginary labels to yourself than getting rid of labels altogther aka waking up from the dream. You have to come to the point where you understand that both Egos, Vanessa and Laura, are equally not real. You are making each of them "real" by thinking "this is me" and adding the Ego to your "I am". Let alone that you are asking this questions shows me that you are still very attached to her or both of them. Detach and disbelieve. They are not real or all you are, do you care what happens to a dream when you wake up?

You can do a lot of parctises actually: sit in silence, self inquiry or just understanding who you are are… the second part of your question is kind of already answered in what I already wrote above. Detach, this is Ego talking (also Ego labeling itself "Master-Manifestor" and being afraid of letting go.)

Stop worrying, you are already Self. You only have to let go of the thought that you are this Ego, that's all. Let the thought pass!