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justcallmefox89 · 5 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 3

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide. She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Asmo has suggested a game of Truth or Dare and everyone is ready to play, but things quickly spiral when secrets and risky dares collide.

TW: body image issues. eating disorders

Written from the perspective of my female MC, Arianthi.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Blackpink - Playing with Fire

Ursine Vulpine - Wicked Game (cover)

Dark Sarah ft. JP Leppaluoto - Dance with the Dragon

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know

Hollyn - I Wasn’t Good Enough for You

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Everyone refreshes their drinks and we all gather in a circle on the floor; Belphie immediately lays his head in my lap and Asmo cuddles up on my other side.

“Hey sleepyhead, you have to play too,” I say, ruffling Belphie’s hair gently.

He gives me a lazy smirk. “I will. I can’t wait to learn all your secrets.”

“Oi! I wanted to sit next to Arianthi!” Mammon complains.

“Too bad!” Asmo and Belphie say in unison, wrapping their arms around me.

I shoot Mammon an apologetic smile and he grumbles as he walks away and sits next to Simeon.

“Ok, what are the rules to this human game?” Diavolo’s eyes are glittering with excitement, while Lucifer looks like he’s trying to hold off a migraine.

“Super simple,” I answer. “Everyone takes turns asking another person truth or dare. If you say truth you have to answer whatever question you’re asked, no matter what it is. If you say dare then you have to do the dare, no exceptions.”

“Ok! Everybody is clear on the rules so let’s go! Birthday girl gets the first turn!” Asmo squeals in excitement.

I take a glance around the circle and settle on Beel, innocently eating cake.

Perfect.

“Hey Beel, truth or dare?”

He looks up from his plate in surprise. “Ummm, dare I guess?”

You truly are a kind and generous God. Good lookin’ out.

I shoot my eyes heavenward for a moment, then refocus on Beel.

“I dare you to streak around the House of Lamentation. Twice.”

“Urk!” Beel chokes on his cake, and Mammon slaps him on the back. Eyes watering and cheeks flushing Beel looks at me. “For real?”

“It’s the rules.” I shrug innocently.

Asmo is cackling with glee next to me, Diavolo is snickering, Lucifer looks like he wants to die, Solomon and Satan are wearing matching smirks, Simeon looks scandalized, Belphie is silently shaking with laughter, Leviathan is red to the tips of his ears, Mammon is glaring at me, and Barbatos is stone faced.

Beel shoves his plate away and heaves a sigh as he gets to his feet. He slowly starts stripping down, until he gets down to his boxers. He starts to walk to the front door before I stop him.

“Uh uh Beel, boxers too,” I say with a smirk.

He blushes all the way down to his chest and quickly steps out of his boxers.

“Goddamn Beel!” I exclaim without thinking. I already knew he was ripped but this....... this is perfection.

“Arianthi!” Mammon claps his hands over my eyes while Beel rushes out the front door.

We all rush to the windows to watch Beel complete his laps around the house. Mammon stays close behind me trying to cover my eyes every chance he gets.

“I could give you something to look at that you’d like better than Beel,” he mutters in my ear angrily.

I turn around and look him. “Do you really mean that Mammon? You want me to see you like that?”

“W-w-well I mean,” Mammon stutters are he turns bright red.

He’s saved as Beel sprints back into the house and slams the door behind him.

I roll my eyes, frustrated with his emotional constipation. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I turn and start walking back into the living room.

He grabs my arm to stop me. “Whaddya mean by that?”

I try to jerk away from him but he holds tight.

“C’mon, answer me.” Blue eyes meet mine, pleading.

“Let her go.”

We both jump at the sound of Diavolo’s stern voice behind us. Mammon opens his mouth to argue, but Lucifer’s presence next to Diavolo stops him. He lets go of my arm and takes a step back.

“It’s fine guys, we were just talking.” I give them a quick smile. “Let’s get back to the game.”

We all settle into our places in the living room.

“Ok Asmo, since this was your idea it’s your turn,” I tell him.

Asmo grins, slowly looking around the circle until he settles on Solomon. “Solomon, who has been your best lover since you’ve come to the Devildom?”

I roll my eyes and laugh a little.

Typical Asmo. He has to know the answer will be him.

Solomon takes a sip of his drink, his expression serious. “Definitely Arianthi.”

Oh shit.

“What?!” Mammon’s yell is so loud everyone winces.

The rest of the group immediately starts bombing Solomon with questions.

Asmo turns to look at me, his expression equal parts shock and pride. “Seriously?”

I shrug and take a long drink. “Yeaaaaaah.”

“I’m both jealous and intigued,” Asmo says, curling a lock of my hair around his finger.

“Asmo! Get your filthy hands of Arianthi!” Mammon yells again.

He whirls around to look at Solomon. “When the hell did this happen?”

Mammon turns back to look at me. “I thought I was supposed to be your first man?”

I stare into my drink, knowing I have nothing to feel guilty about but feeling guilty anyway.

Solomon looks at him and shrugs calmly. “It was Asmo’s turn and he’s asked one question. I believe that’s all I’m obligated to answer.”

“You motherfu-”

“Ok, so I think it’s Diavolo’s turn,” Asmo interrupts.

“Solomon, truth or dare?” Diavolo looks unusually serious.

The brothers and Simeon all turn to look at Solomon, waiting on his answer.

Well, damn.

I chug some more of my drink, already dreading where this is going.

“Truth.”

Goddamn you Solomon. Goddamn you and your magic dick and your pretty face.

“When did you and Arianthi have your little encounter?” Diavolo’s tone is cool, his expression unusually serious.

Lucifer tenses next to him, while Barbatos is almost smiling.

Once again, Solomon is the epitome of calm. “The first week of the exchange.”

Solomon directs his next comment at Mammon. “At that time I believe you were still refusing to call her by her name and doing anything you could to avoid your responsibilities towards her.”

Solid point Solomon. Solid point.

Mammon starts to stand but is yanked down roughly by Beel.

“Your turn Mammon,” Diavolo says, not taking his eyes off of Solomon.

These motherfuckers.

I realize what’s happening a moment too late.

They’re working together. Assholes.

I scowl are the carpet.

Belphie wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me. He realizes what’s happening too. I relax a little more when I feel Asmo's hand squeeze mine.

“Solomon, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Of course Solomon isn’t going to back down from their little game.

I finish my drink and start in on Belphie’s.

Lucifer attempts to cut in. “Maybe you should choose someone who hasn’t gone twice in a row Mammon.”

“Nonsense. We play by the human rules,” Diavolo answers before Mammon can.

Lucifer sits back and waits for Mammon’s question like the rest of us.

“Where did this little hook up happen huh? ‘Cuz it sure didn’t happen here, I woulda known about it.” Mammon is straight up pissed and my guilt is slowly turning into annoyance.

He has no right to be angry over something that happened months ago, before we had even started hanging out. He didn’t have a claim on me then. Shit, he doesn’t even have a claim on me now.

“At the library.” Solomon smirks. “If you would like specifics on where in the library- on one of the study tables, against a bookshelf, in front of the window that looks out over the quad, and in one of the armchairs.”

Diavolo and Lucifer look like they’re in shock, Simeon looks like he desperately wants to be anywhere else, Beel is still eating cake not even tuned into what’s happening, Levi turns red and stares intently at the carpet, while Asmo, Belphie, and Satan are outright giggling. Barbatos just looks at me with a smirk.

“Wha-?” Mammon is so angry he can’t even speak.

“It was a busy afternoon.” Solomon takes another drink, looking at Mammon over the rim of his glass.

I snort into my own drink, laughing, Asmo’s giggles infecting me.

Mammon looks at me, a mixture of rage and hurt on his face. “You really think this is funny? Him just spouting out your business like you’re just some -”

“Some what?” Belphie interrupts, suddenly alert.

Mammon bites back a response. “Nothing,” he mumbles.

Belphie looks up at me from his position in my lap. “I think I’d like to take a turn now. Arianthi, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

There is no way possible this night can get any worse. Might as well just go hard in the paint.

“I dare you to kiss,” Belphie trails off as he looks around the group. “Levi.”

Levi’s head shoots up so fast I’m afraid he cracks his neck, while Mammon lets out a low growl of pure rage.

I shrug and finish off Belphie’s drink, before I slowly crawl across the carpet to Levi. When I reach him I throw one leg over him and straddle his lap.

Levi is blushing so hard I can almost feel the heat radiating off his face.

I put my hands on his shoulders and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Hey, if you’re uncomfortable or you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. I’ll make Belphie give me something else.”

Levi doesn’t say anything for a long moment, refusing to meet my eyes.

“It’s ok Levi, I don’t want this if you don’t,” I reassure him as I move to get off of his lap.

His hands shoot out and grip my hips, firmly settling me down into his lap.

“I want this,” he whispers so softly I can barely hear him.

I can feel everyone’s gaze on us as I tip Levi’s chin up so I can look at him. He’s still a little flushed, looking nervous but also excited. I can feel his hands shaking as he holds onto my hips.

I gently bring my mouth down to his. I can hear the wolf whistles and Mammon’s shout of anger before I devote my full attention to the kiss.

Levi is clumsy at first, pressing his lips a little too roughly against mine. I lick at his lower lip, encouraging him to open his mouth, flicking his tongue with mine when he allows me access. He moans into my mouth at the intimate contact, sliding his hands under my robe to stroke my back, before pulling me down while simultaneously thrusting up against me.

My eyes fly open at the contact and I gasp, giving Levi an opening to fully explore my mouth with his tongue. I eventually pull away, giving his lower lip a little bite before I rest my forehead against his. We’re both panting a little, and I reluctantly pull away from him to return to my spot next to Asmo and Belphie.

I sneak a look at Diavolo and Mammon. Diavolo looks extremely displeased and Mammon looks like he wants to murder Levi. Mammon glares at me with something like betrayal on his face. I return his look with a stubborn one of my own.

He doesn’t own me. He can’t even admit that he cares about me.

“Damn.” Belphie smirks at me as I reclaim my seat.

“Ok Satan, your turn,” he calls across the room to his brother.

“Mammon, truth or dare?”

Oh no. That’s the smile that means nothing good is about to happen.

I try to telepathically beg Satan to forget whatever he has planned.

“Truth I guess.” Mammon shrugs.

“How do you really feel about Arianthi?” Satan asks.

Oh no. No no no no no. Belphie and Satan are trying to force Mammon to say how he really feels about me. On one hand, yes, he needs to admit it or quit trying to claim me. On the other hand.......this could be a total disaster.

Every eye in the room is now fixated on Mammon.

“Whaddaya mean?” Mammon scowls.

“It’s pretty obvious that you have a crush on her. Do you want to date her? Will you miss her when the exchange program is over? Or would you want her to stay?”

Mammon shrugs. “What do I care what some stupid human does? She leaves and it’ll be like she was never here. Not like I’d ever date her, I’m THE great Mammon after all. I’m a damn model............. if somebody’s going to be with me they have to look good. I’m one of the lords of the Devildom, why would I settle for some chubby, average looking human?”

Suddenly all the air is sucked out of the room. I can only focus on Mammon. I halfway register Belphie sitting up and Asmo gasping next to me. I can’t breathe. He could have broken one of my bones and it would have hurt less. Suddenly the old chorus of doubts begin running through my mind.

Not good enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, never never never enough.

I’m on my feet before I realize what I’m doing. “I uh, I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick.”

I’m faintly aware of Diavolo trying to grasp for my hand before I bolt out of the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom.

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Solomon looks at Mammon stoically. “You really are the stupidest demon in the entire Devildom.”

“I can’t believe you said that,” Simeon scolds. “That was unnecessarily cruel Mammon.”

The twins glare at him while rage twists Asmo’s delicately pretty features. “You asshole! You complete and total scumbag! If I could set you on fire I would!”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen,” Satan says softly, a guilty look on his face.

“No one blames you,” Lucifer reassures him, while Barbatos and Diavolo nod in agreement.

Levi glances nervously at the door, wondering if he should go after Arianthi.

I don’t want her to hurt herself. I don’t know how she’ll take this. And I’m the only one who really knows........

“Why’s everybody all mad at me?” Mammon asks, throwing his hands up in the air. “I just answered Satan’s damn question.”

Levi snaps. “You know why? Because we all know it was a bullshit answer! We all know you want her but for whatever stupid reason you won’t admit it! She cares about you even though you’d sell her for a fucking Grimm and you bounce back and forth between being jealous and treating her like she’s replaceable! She’s deserves so much more than you. So much fucking more.”

Levi launches himself at Mammon and the room erupts into utter chaos.

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I open the door to my room as quietly as I can and sigh in relief when I see Luke is still asleep. I pass my hand over the closed door, murmuring the words to the spell that Solomon taught me to ward the door against demons. Only humans and angels can pass through.

I can’t handle seeing the boys or Diavolo right now.

I numbly gather up some clothes as I make my way to my bathroom. Belphie’s sweats. Beel’s t-shirt. Levi’s hoodie.

I drop the clothes on the tile floor and softly click the lock. I lower the robe Asmo gifted me and look at myself in the mirror.

Fat arms. Thick legs with cellulite on my thighs. Love handles.

I pinch at the excess skin and fat on my stomach and feel the oncoming sting of tears.

It’s stupid to be surprised by this. So fucking stupid. Stupid to get your hopes up. Of course he doesn’t care about me. He’s right. He’s absolutely right.

Panic starts to rise as my shoulders tense up and my stomach clenches. I struggle to control my breathing as I remember everything I’ve ate and drank tonight.

Get it out, get it out, get it out. Do better, be better, be worthy. Get it out.

I turn on the shower to drown out any noise and I reach for my toothbrush on the sink. I kneel in front of the toilet as I gag myself. I’m vaguely aware of someone knocking on the door and I think I hear Luke’s voice. I ignore it.

Get it out. Do better. Have more control. Be better. Be worthy.

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Luke runs out of Arianthi’s room and down the stairs, speeding towards the living room where he can hear raised voices.

“Hey!” He gasps, screeching to a halt just inside the doorway.

He’s momentarily speechless watching the scene unfolding. Mammon has a bloody lip, while Levi has the beginnings of a black eye. Beel restraints Levi and Lucifer holds onto Mammon. Everyone is screaming except for Barbatos and Simeon who are backed into a corner, out of the fray.

“Hey!” Luke shouts. He shrinks back as every gaze in the room turns to him.

Simeon crosses the room to stand next to him. “What’s going on Luke? Is everything ok?”

“I-I woke up in Arianthi’s room and I heard her in the bathroom. I think she’s sick,” Luke answers softly.

Levi’s head snaps up. “What do you mean sick?”

Luke hesitates at the intensity in his voice.

“What do you mean sick!” Levi shouts.

“The shower was on so I couldn’t hear very well but I’m pretty sure she was throwing up. And crying. I knocked on the door but she wouldn’t answer me and it was locked, and I was worried so I came looking for you guys because I didn’t know-”

Levi wrenches away with from Beel with a sudden burst of strength and sprints out of the room, moving towards the stairs. The brothers and Diavolo hesitate for a moment before chasing after him, leaving Luke, Solomon, Barbatos, and Simeon behind.

Luke looks at the others, worried and confused. “What’s going on? Is Arianthi going to be ok?”

“I really don’t know,” Simeon whispers.

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flipomatic · 4 years ago

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Dance With Me?

Summary: After a minute, Emira had to ask. “Why did you ask me to dance?” She looked down at Viney as she posed the question.

Viney slowly looked up at her, green eyes crisp and clear. “Do I need a reason?” She responded, taking a surprisingly teasing tone.

“No, but I’m sure you have one.” Emira countered. Everybody had reasons for doing things, without exception. Even the witch who stood her up, there was certainly a reason.

Author Note: I have no idea what I’m doing.

Word Count: 2500

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Though Viney wouldn’t admit it, she had been excited for Grom.

It was hard to explain, but she never felt like she had belonged before. Hexside, and by extension school events, had always felt limiting. When she was on the healing track, she never felt like she quite belonged. When Principal Bump moved her to the detention track, that feeling only worsened.

Now that she was on two tracks, Viney finally felt like there was a place for her at school. Sure, her class load was higher than before, but she enjoyed the work. Getting to work with Puddles and then go to a class about healing was something she’d only dreamed about before.

As such, Viney was optimistic about Grom this year. She didn’t go with a date; there wasn’t anybody she was interested in asking. Instead, she went with her friends, Jerbo and Barcus. When Viney discussed it with them, they agreed. Barcus even checked with an oracle potion to see if it was a good idea. Viney didn’t know what he saw in the future, but he barked that yes, they should all go together.

Viney even bought a new dress for Grom, one that matched her usual look. The edge was stylishly jagged, and the dark blue fabric brought out her eyes. She decided to wear her hair in a much tighter bun than usual, so that not a single strand could escape.

On the day of Grom, as she got dressed and did her hair, Viney regretted not asking someone to the dance. Sure, she would have fun with her friends, but dressing up like this for someone felt different. Not that she had any experience in that area. Nobody ever wanted to date the girl who didn’t fit in.

But that depressing thought was to be dealt with on a different day, and Viney put it out of her mind as she walked to Grom. She had her friends, and she was going to have a good time with them. She met Jerbo and Barcus at the school, both of whom had also dressed up nicely, and went into the dance with them.

They stood near one of the walls, chatting until the Grom fight. Luz was going to be the one fighting it, so Viney was going to cheer her on. Luz was really strong, and quick on her feet, so Viney was confident that she could win the battle.

Once the fight started, Viney and her friends rooted for Luz the whole time. When Luz fled, bringing Grometheus with her, the whole dance followed.

By the time Viney made it out to the cliffside, the battle was over. Luz and Amity were crowned joint Grom queens, which was unheard of, and then carried back to the school.

After that, the party could truly begin.

Barcus had enough standing and watching, and insisted that the three of them dance. Neither Jerbo or Viney could resist his adorable puppy eyes, so they did.

The three found a spot on the now crowded dance floor, where they could stand in a small circle, then danced to an upbeat song. Viney wasn’t confident in her dancing skills, but Barcus seemed really into it. Jerbo was refusing to make eye contact with either of them, his movements choppy and cheeks flushed dark red.

As they danced, Viney took a look around the room. Most of the other students were on the dance floor, but there were a few sitting up in the bleachers.

Two spots of green and bright yellow stood out, way at the top of one of the sections. That could only be the Blight twins, two troublemakers in the same grade as Viney. Viney had taken a good look at their outfits earlier, their matching yellow look. It suited them well, she had to grudgingly admit. When she saw them earlier, Viney had watched Emira walk past for a few seconds longer than she intended to.

They were hard to see from here, but even at a distance Viney could tell that they looked upset.

It was satisfying to see the twins get knocked down a peg, especially considering how they ran rampant all over the school with no consequences. It was fitting for them to come to the dance alone.

“The Blight twins don’t have dates?” She asked Jerbo, who stopped dancing to respond. His face was still red, but not as much as before.

“Umm, I thought I heard that they did.” He looked down at Barcus, then remembered he was supposed to be dancing and started moving again.

“Woof.” (They were asked out on a dare.) Barcus provided the missing information, not missing a beat.

Viney had a hard time believing that. “Seriously?” She looked back up at the twins, squinting to try and see them better. Edric seemed to be scowling, while Emira was resting her head on her arms, eyes locked somewhere in the distance.

“Woof.” (They stood them up.) Barcus added that detail. No wonder they looked so upset; Viney actually felt bad for them now. That wasn’t something she was used to feeling, especially not towards the Blight twins.

Jerbo shook his head, this time keeping his feet moving while he spoke. “Nobody deserves that, not even them.”

“Yeah…” Viney’s voice trailed off as she responded, turning that knowledge over in her thoughts.

As they kept dancing, she tried to put it out of her mind. What did it matter to her that they were stood up? It didn’t, it shouldn’t.

But still, as Viney looked up once again at their forlorn figures, she remembered what that was like. She knew how it felt to be cast aside, to be left behind. Even now that she was more accepted, she still experienced it.

Viney knew what it felt to be alone.

After a few more songs, one of the twins stood up. It was Edric. He walked down the bleacher steps, heading out into the hallway. This left his sister, Emira, all alone.

It didn’t feel right, watching her suffer.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Viney said, looking between her two friends. “I’m going to talk to her.”

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To say the evening had gone poorly would’ve been an understatement. Sure, the Grom fight had ended without Amity or Luz being harmed, which was good, but everything else had gone terribly.

Before the fight, Emira still hoped her date might show up for the dance. Being fashionably late was a thing, after all.

But after the fight ended, she knew that was an empty dream. Both her date and Ed’s hadn’t shown, had stood them up for the dance.

As the party raged on, the two ended up sitting up at the top of the bleachers. Ed wanted to leave and go home, but Emira reminded him that they had to wait for Amity. Their sister was still having a wonderful time at the dance, so they shouldn’t ruin it for her.

Ed had grumbled, but complied.

For many songs the two sat there, not speaking. Emira rested her head against her arms, and wondered if there was something she could’ve done to prevent this, besides not accepting the offer to attend the dance. She should start planning revenge for this, but couldn’t focus on any specific ideas.

Emira felt like crying. She couldn’t; this wasn’t the place for it.

After a while, Ed got fed up with sitting. He said he’d be back and stormed off down the bleachers. Emira stayed right where she was, eyes locked on a point somewhere in the distance.

“Excuse me.” A female voice startled Emira out of her daze, and she snapped her eyes towards it.

A witch in her class, her name was Viney if Emira remembered correctly, was standing nearby on the bleacher stairs. She had come all the way up and had her piercing green eyes locked on Emira. She looked stunning tonight, Emira wasn’t ashamed to admit that, a far cry from her usually messy look.

“Hi.” Emira wasn’t sure what to say to her, why she’d come all this way. They hadn’t really spoken before, maybe once or twice in class. She always got the feeling that Viney didn’t like her, which wasn’t unusual among her peers.

“I, umm.” Viney glanced away and then back at Emira as she searched for the words. “Are you okay?”

Emira chuckled lowly at that, forcing the sound out. “Not really.” She answered truthfully, a half frown on her face.

“I’m sorry.” Viney apologized, though Emira wasn’t sure why. Her horrible Grom experience had nothing to do with Viney. Viney’s cheeks dusted pink as she opened her mouth to continue speaking. “Dance with me?” She asked it as a question, much softer than she’d been talking before. Emira could barely hear her over the music.

Emira stood, brushing off her dress, and stepped closer to her. “You want to dance?” She needed to make sure she heard right; this was certainly a strange occasion.

Viney nodded once, firmly. “Yes.” She sounded more certain now.

As someone who had been stood up, who was Emira to say no? “Alright.” She agreed, slipping on a façade of a smile. If Ed was going to do his own thing, she might as well too.

Viney’s eyes lit up at the acceptance, and she turned to walk down the stairs to the dance floor. Emira followed her, still not quite sure what to make of this turn of events.

When they reached the floor, they moved through the dancers to an open spot. Then Viney turned back to Emira, reaching out to take her hand. Emira accepted, noticing how much smaller Viney’s hand was as their fingers intertwined together.

Emira then stepped forward, placing her free arm around Viney’s shoulder. The other witch responded by placing a hand on Emira’s waist. They started to move to the music, slowly swaying in place.

Over Viney’s shoulder, Emira could see that Ed had reentered the gym. He raised one eyebrow at her, in an exaggerated way. She rolled her eyes at him, and he waved one hand in a dismissive fashion.

Emira couldn’t see it, but behind her Viney’s friends were doing much of the same. Jerbo was flashing two thumbs ups Viney’s way.

Edric vanished back into the crowd, leaving Emira to focus on Viney. The two swayed and spun slowly, their bodies kept chastely apart. Viney was looking at a point over Emira’s shoulder, her face maintaining that pink from earlier. As Emira looked at her, her eyes flicked over, causing Emira to quickly glance away. The side of her neck felt hot, though that could’ve been from the heat of the gym.

They continued to dance.

After a minute, Emira had to ask. “Why did you ask me to dance?” She looked down at Viney as she posed the question.

Viney slowly looked up at her, green eyes crisp and clear. “Do I need a reason?” She responded, taking a surprisingly teasing tone.

“No, but I’m sure you have one.” Emira countered. Everybody had reasons for doing things, without exception. Even the witch who stood her up, there was certainly a reason.

A small smile crept onto Viney’s face. “Would you be offended if I said I felt bad for you?” She leaned in a little closer with those words.

Emira loosened her arm, frowning as she took half a step back. “Yes.” She didn’t need pity.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.” Viney stepped closer to close the new distance, tightening her grip on Emira’s waist. “I just, I know what it feels like, to be left out.” Her eyes, fierce and vibrant, were locked onto Emira’s. It was impossible to look away, to retreat. Even to breath felt like a struggle.

Emira slowly moved her hand back up, back to where it was before. “Oh.” Was all she could say, as she resumed moving with the music.

“I always wanted someone to reach out to me.” Viney spoke slowly, like it was an admission. “So when I saw you up there, all by yourself, I couldn’t stay away.” The words were raw, honest.

Emira smiled slightly, her first genuine one since the end of the Grom fight. “I see.” She mused over the idea. She had never given Viney much thought, perhaps she should’ve. “I guess, I’m not offended then.”

“Good.” Viney’s eyes softened, and she pulled Emira slightly closer.

Emira let her.

The song ended, and then rolled on into the next. The two continued dancing.

They talked as they did, about tracks, magic, and siblings. They didn’t have much in common, but the conversation flowed quickly. Emira learned that Viney was an only child, but she thought of her beasts as her family. That she wanted to open her own clinic someday, with Puddles the griffin as her assistant.

Emira told her about the antics she got up to with Ed, and the trip they took with Mittens to The Knee. It felt easy to talk to her, as if they’d known each other longer than just an hour.

By the end of the night, as the last song played, only a few inches separated them.

When the last notes faded, Principal Bump came to the mic the thank everyone for attending.

Neither Viney nor Emira moved.

For a minute, they just stood there with their arms still in place, staring at each other. They had been dancing all this time, focusing on moving their feet and talking, but now they those distractions were gone.

There was no more music, no more motion. There was only them.

Viney’s lips, which Emira hadn’t spent any time dwelling on before, were open slightly as she looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed from dancing; Emira’s were too she was certain of it. The air between them seemed to spark. Emira felt as if a switch had flipped inside her, drawing her to not let go, to just lean closer and…

“Ahem.” A low, dry voice interrupted Emira’s musings. Both her and Viney snapped to look. Ed was standing to her right and had one eyebrow raised even higher than before, with Mittens standing next to him. She was still wearing her Grom crown. “It’s time to go.” He said bluntly, clearly irritated. At least Mittens looked happy.

“Oh, right.” Emira reluctantly stepped back from Viney, creating space between them and finally allowing their hands to fall apart. Her palms had become sweaty from the exertion. “Thank you, for reaching out.” Emira turned back to Viney, her heart full.

The other teen smiled back in return. “Any time.” She said warmly. As she turned to go, Emira realized she didn’t want it to end like this. She couldn’t just let Viney walk away, and go back to being alone.

“How about I take you out after school on Tuesday.” Emira called after her, a clear hint of desperation in her voice despite her efforts to not let it show. “As thanks?” She had lost some of her confidence by the end, but when Viney turned back she was beaming.

Viney practically glowed in the dim light of the gym.

“I’ll see you then.”

#the owl house #the owl house fanfiction #vinira #vinera #emira blight #viney #emira #emira/viney #viney/emira #grom fic #they at grom #I reread shortcuts yesterday and this idea just #came to me #as another way they could meet #I hope you enjoy it!

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amisbro · 7 years ago

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Alright kids

Its TIME we go to school cos a friendo of mine on tweeter a.k.a. @baku5ds wanted to know WHAT my plan for a 5th season of UtaPri would be...well First we have to look at the way UtaPri has been wrote so far. Now if we looked at UtaPri in the form that its in and the way it was being wrote we would notice THIS! In its current form UtaPri has been wrote with 2 Arcs of about 2 seasons + an OVA which ,all told, run 52 episodes (53 if OVA is counted). When one Arc was finished they had to find a way to bridge to the next story they were going to write which...isn’t easy because how many events can you write for in the idol world unless (I think) you start thinking globally So far the Arcs they have been going with were UtaPri Awards Season 1 - Formation of STARISH Season 2 - The first encounter with HEAVENS Bridge - Shining Star Xmas (OVA) Triple S Season 3 - The Cross-Units/1st Entry Concert w/ Return of HEAVENS Season 4 - The 1st winner announced/duet project/2nd Election w/ Winner Now we have an interesting situation BECAUSE of the fact that STARISH won the big concert at the end of Season 4 so one would think the show is over Not...quite! If we are to assume that the Movie is going to “Bridge” to a new season and project then what we have coming is going to be interesting as far as the next Arc cos we have to assume its going to be another 2 season run (this is based off off the way they have basically done the show from this point before) So what would I do with Season 5? Its a gamble BUT the big thing would be to do something that starts to establish HEAVENS more than what Season 4 did. I firmly believe that HEAVENS was supposed to be focused on MORE in the last season but the producers got cold feet and went with the “safe idea”...even if the Oricon in some ways showed differently but EYYYY! The ideas that I had for the next season of the show were based originally around the idea that in Season 4 STARISH won first and then QN would take on HEAVENS OR The idea was going to be that HEAVENS would have faced STARISH in a best of 7 solo and then the winner was going to face QN...that was my original idea as convoluted as it was but now we basically have QN and HEAVENS it seems chomping at the bit...what do we do? Well here is an idea One of my big ideas for the season/arc would have been that HEAVENS stayed with Raging (and it looks like that IS happening) BUT they got a new composer to write for them. Raging felt that Nanami’s songs WERE GOOD but not good enough to beat STARISH and QN so he needed someone with a bit more “Edge” to them. He gets a new composer whom graduated from a music school not far from where HEAVENS is located (I have had it in my head that Raging and Shining have had studios and agencies pretty far apart from each other) and this person (let’s go with the idea that its another female but my original idea was a male composer) for some reason which gets explained through the season HATES Nanami and wants her gone from the industry BUT... Eiichi had other plans Eiichi’s driving goal is to have Haruka as the composer of HEAVENS even if his Father wants this new girl. He comes up with a plan to try and make this a reality He challenges QN to a contest at a NEO DREAM SPECIAL which would take place at the end of the season and if HEAVENS won they would get Nanami BUT if they lost...gone and DONE! QN agrees to the contest and through the episodes leading up to the final we get to meet the QN boys a little more and we get to meet EVEN MORE of HEAVENS’ character as each character got a solo episode...this works because of the idea that now we can really start to break down and learn the motivations of the HEAVENS boys and what makes each tick. Yeah we got to learn A LITTLE through the duet project but that was mostly a rushed info dump or a third party. This would be THEM giving us the info we never got and would build up the anticipation for the season finale. Finale comes and HEAVENS would win this round BUT it is going to make sense because NOW (as if they weren’t before) QN is pissed off because they lost Nanami to HEAVENS and now are desperate to get her back...to do THAT however they would need STARISH’s help and now its simple: One final match between STARISH and HEAVENS whom, even if HEAVENS has yet to beat STARISH they had been the proverbial thorn in their side! STARISH would face HEAVENS one more time at the end of Season 6 and this time its a final! It ends up being all groups goodbyes BUT STARISH would go on to get Nanami back one final time and that would wrap up the series! NOW....things have changed slightly! We still go with the idea of HEAVENS getting a new composer (Again female) but I thought about “softening” the character for this reason: The new composer from Raging’s Agency would work with HEAVENS but under QN’s watch as Juniors. The idea is that QN knows how close HEAVENS was to being on the brink of elimination AND beating STARISH so they wanted to get to work with them. Whilst the new composer might NOT be the biggest fan of this idea he/she goes along with it to get an idea of how QN works as a unit and then tries to incorporate that with the HEAVENS charges. The season would MOSTLY focus on HEAVENS both Solo and as a group but we would definitely see QN help out their new kids to try and improve them before their next big test which would could down the line As the season progresses we do learn a lot more about the boys and how they work musically and in other ways to see what they could use to motivate them with their new songs. The big thing though is that by the end of Season 6 (and yes this is only season 5 we are talking about) they have to be ready for one big test which we will call the “NEO DREAM SPECIAL” You remember Neo Dream right? That was the show that MasaToki appeared on when they performed Original Resonance (one of my fave performances both in Animated and live form BTW)...yeah that! Well the idea is that for the “Final Test” for his group Raging wants HEAVENS to perform on this special and if they won...they didn’t just win the contest but they won their freedom from their contract with him. Back in Season 5 for a minute and as we go and we learn about the new girl’s methods we find out she actually isn’t a complete militant and she actually is worried sick for HEAVENS (apparently Eiji told them about the tensions during the Triple S season) and vowed that no matter what they were going to make sure they were happy and they were safe from his abusive practices. By the time Season 6 comes their “Beginner’s class” with QN is over and now its onto the Master course and this time its when Shining AND Raging make it perfectly clear the end goal which becomes the NEO DREAM SPECIAL at the end of the season. Shining also does inform them that the judges would be in fact his prize group in STARISH BUT...he makes one thing perfectly clear Should STARISH show ANY favoritism to QN they would be disbanded publicly at the show and he wouldn’t blink DOING IT! He wants it to be a true fair fight and while the winner would be in the hands of his prize group that DOESN’T mean that he would let them just pick QN just because HOWEVER... During the season Raging legit lives up to his name and his temper starts to get the best of him! He wants Shining in ruin SO BADLY that he starts to take out his frustrations NOT JUST ON HIS KIDS but also on Kira, Van and anyone within an arm’s reach! Eiichi panics and comes up with a plan with HEAVENS’ composer and Nanami whom he and Eiji call out of fear The NEO DREAM SPECIAL that they were working towards...he wanted a new condition put on it with Shining’s Blessing HEAVENS wins the contest at the NDS and HEAVENS can leave Raging and go to Shining’s agency HEAVENS LOSES and they become Raging’s slaves for all eternity Nanami gets a ho;d of Shining whom hears about the problems at Raging’s and agrees to the condition but he would have to go talk with Raging himself and Raging whom is so DONE with his Son agrees because he knows WHEN HEAVENS lets him down again it will be their grave! Now its an all or nothing fight for the freedom of a group that has been through hell and back to get out! If HEAVENS wins they are free and if they lose its over for them...and STARISH IS THEIR PAROLE OFFICER! the NEO DREAM SPECIAL would be either the life sentence for HEAVENS...or their way COMPLETELY OUT of the hell “Daddy dearest” put them through...I think...we know how this ends up!

#Amisbro #Uta no Prince-Sama #The HEAVENS freedom fight Arc #as wrote by Amisbro

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 7 years ago

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4th September >> Mass Readings (Europe, New Zealand, Australia, Canada & Southern Africa)

for

Monday of the Twenty-Second Week in Ordinary Time

Saint Mac Nissi, Bishop (Ireland)

Saint Cuthbert, Bishop (England)

Blessed Dina Bélanger, Virgin (Canada).

Monday of the Twenty-Second Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

We want you to be quite certain, brothers, about those who have died, to make sure that you do not grieve about them, like the other people who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again, and that it will be the same for those who have died in Jesus: God will bring them with him. We can tell you this from the Lord’s own teaching, that any of us who are left alive until the Lord’s coming will not have any advantage over those who have died. At the trumpet of God, the voice of the archangel will call out the command and the Lord himself will come down from heaven; those who have died in Christ will be the first to rise, and then those of us who are still alive will be taken up in the clouds, together with them; to meet the Lord in the air. So we shall stay with the Lord for ever. With such thoughts as these you should comfort one another.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 95(96):1,3-5,11-13

R/ The Lord comes to rule the earth.

O sing a new song to the Lord, sing to the Lord all the earth. tell among the nations his glory and his wonders among all the peoples.

R/ The Lord comes to rule the earth.

The Lord is great and worthy of praise, to be feared above all gods; the gods of the heathens are naught.It was the Lord who made the heavens,

R/ The Lord comes to rule the earth.

Let the heavens rejoice and earth be glad, let the sea and all within it thunder praise, let the land and all it bears rejoice, all the trees of the wood shout for joy at the presence of the Lord for he comes, he comes to rule the earth.

R/ The Lord comes to rule the earth.

With justice he will rule the world, he will judge the peoples with his truth.

R/ The Lord comes to rule the earth.

Gospel Acclamation

John 8:12

Alleluia, alleluia!

I am the light of the world, says the Lord; anyone who follows me will have the light of life.

Alleluia!

Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia!

The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Luke 4:16-30

Jesus came to Nazara, where he had been brought up, and went into the synagogue on the sabbath day as he usually did. He stood up to read and they handed him the scroll of the prophet Isaiah. Unrolling the scroll he found the place where it is written:

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me,for he has anointed me.He has sent me to bring the good news to the poor,to proclaim liberty to captivesand to the blind new sight,to set the downtrodden free,to proclaim the Lord’s year of favour.

He then rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the assistant and sat down. And all eyes in the synagogue were fixed on him. Then he began to speak to them, ‘This text is being fulfilled today even as you listen.’ And he won the approval of all, and they were astonished by the gracious words that came from his lips. They said, ‘This is Joseph’s son, surely?’

But he replied, ‘No doubt you will quote me the saying, “Physician, heal yourself” and tell me, “We have heard all that happened in Capernaum, do the same here in your own countryside.”’

And he went on, ‘I tell you solemnly, no prophet is ever accepted in his own country.

‘There were many widows in Israel, I can assure you, in Elijah’s day, when heaven remained shut for three years and six months and a great famine raged throughout the land, but Elijah was not sent to any one of these: he was sent to a widow at Zarephath, a Sidonian town. And in the prophet Elisha’s time there were many lepers in Israel, but none of these was cured, except the Syrian, Naaman.’

When they heard this everyone in the synagogue was enraged. They sprang to their feet and hustled him out of the town; and they took him up to the brow of the hill their town was built on, intending to throw him down the cliff, but he slipped through the crowd and walked away.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Mac Nissi, Bishop (Ireland)

Saint Cuthbert, Bishop (England)

(Liturgical Colour: White)

First Reading

Exodus 32:7-14

The Lord spoke to Moses, ‘Go down now, because your people whom you brought out of Egypt have apostatised. They have been quick to leave the way I marked out for them; they have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”’ the Lord said to Moses, ‘I can see how headstrong these people are! Leave me, now, my wrath shall blaze out against them and devour them; of you, however, I will make a great nation.’

But Moses pleaded with the Lord his God. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘why should your wrath blaze out against this people of yours whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with arm outstretched and mighty hand? Why let the Egyptians say, “Ah, it was in treachery that he brought them out, to do them to death in the mountains and wipe them off the face of the earth”? Leave your burning wrath; relent and do not bring this disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, your servants to whom by your own self you swore and made this promise: I will make your offspring as many as the stars of heaven, and all this land which I promised I will give to your descendants, and it shall be their heritage for ever.’

So the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 88(89):2-5,21-22,25,27