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tragedybunny · 5 months ago

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Fangs and Fairytales - Chapter 3

༺Summary༻

“As I was saying, you're right, things can't stay the same.” Beside her, she felt him tense. “Living at night is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. It may take me a while. And we'll have to find ways to make sure you're always safe.”

“You don't-”

“I told you on the roof that day, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now. She reached out, and, careful to avoid his burns, pulled him into her arms.

“It won't always be easy, I know that. But I'm not giving up.”

There was a time when he would have argued with her, told her she was wrong and this wouldn't work. Instead, he leaned his weight against her and drew a breath he didn't need. “Promise?”

Serafina, a warlock with a hidden past. Astarion, a freed vampire spawn. With the Netherbrain defeated, life and happiness are theirs for the taking. Together they’ll set out on a new adventure to find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again. There’s no easy path to happily-ever-after though as they quickly find many obstacles blocking their way, including Sera’s own Patron, the Fey Queen Titania.

Chapter 3: Sera is overwhelmed by her own emotions and Astarion does his best to be a supportive partner.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Rating༻ Mature

༺Warnings༻ Angst, hurt / comfort, trauma response, implied/reference self-harm

༺Word Count༻ 3470

༺A/N༻ Thanks to @icybluepenguin for all the work you put into this and all the encouragement. I couldn't do it without you. Mood board / banner from my lovely bestie @cilil (thank you love, you're the best)

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There was a rhythm to the days and nights that had developed since the Netherbrain had fallen, and that rhythm told him that he should be alone in bed at this point. Astarion would always come to bed to trance before Sera woke up, preferring to fall into trance beside her, but she would be awake and about before it ended.

Tonight though, there was an unmoving lump of blankets next to him, a cascade of black hair with striking blue highlights barely peeking out of it. A fact that set his every nerve on edge. It felt simply wrong. “Sera,” he whispered, gently caressing her arm to no response. “Serafina, my love, are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” her voice answered, softly and decidedly not fine sounding. “I just…don't want to get up.”

His heart sank down into his stomach as he closed the distance between them and wrapped an arm around her. Since he'd lost the light again, he'd been fighting to not see the world as only darkness, and Sera had been fighting right alongside him.

But the other night when they'd arrived at the refugee camp, the cost of that fight - and everything before - started to show. He'd been trying to be better, less bitter. Gods, how he’d been trying,

Maybe he hadn’t been able to pull himself out of it entirely but that night had been a slap in the face concerning how little he’d noticed of Sera’s emotions. Besides he was free, and he had someone who loved him - never mind the fact that he'd dragged her into the endless night with him - he should do better. He could do better.

“How can I help,” he asked softly, kissing into her hair.

“I don’t know, I’m just tired. I’m sure it will be fine if I get some rest.” Sera somehow pulled the blankets tighter around herself.

His sunken heart clenched and stuttered. It was a new sort of pain to be shut out of her feelings; like he was inadequate, unable to help. He pushed on, certain he had to do something for her as the back of his mind whispered about the scar running the length of her left wrist. The warlock pact may have kept her from explaining it, but he knew damn well what it was from. Could she fall that far again? “Perhaps something to eat? Or some warm tea?”

“Fine, I’ll take some tea,” she relented, still not emerging from her cocoon.

It was probably just to give him something to do other than lay here and fuss, but he latched onto it. Something was better than nothing. He kissed her again and rose from the bed, lighting a candle to bring some light to the room. “I'll be back soon, love.”

Quickly, he found yesterday's discarded clothes, and noted they would need to do laundry soon. A problem for another day. At least there was a reliable way to do said laundry in the camp, as opposed to the days on the road.

He was broken out of those thoughts but the sound of something scraping along the door to their room, followed by a soft chuffing. The damned dog had always been too smart.

Astarion hurried to the door. He hadn't exactly always been fond of the furriest of their companions, but tonight, he would accept all the help he could get.

The door swung open to reveal Scratch, waiting with his tail wagging. He almost sighed in relief; the mutt would ensure that Sera was not alone with her thoughts, thoughts that could lead to unpleasant actions.

“Well, you're not the vampire,” he snarked at the dog, “you don't need an invitation to come in.”

Scratch barked in response before walking right past him toward the bed. Astarion turned to watch him and found Sera finally pulling some of the blankets back to welcome her furry visitor, blue eyes looking watery and muddled.

“Hello, boy.” She moved over to allow him space on the bed, something that normally Astarion would be loath to allow, the thought of fur and dirt everywhere making his skin crawl. But he supposed an exception was in order for today.

“Take care of her,” he warned before turning to Sera and blowing her a kiss, which caused her to smile ever so slightly.

Out in the former Cloister of the Somber Embrace, the evening was just as busy as the daylight hours. Word of the place’s history as a temple of Shar had spread quickly, but it still was better than sleeping on the streets for the displaced. Families had been settled in groups in the large hall that had once been a place of worship, children ran and screamed, adults shouted over the din at one another, and Astarion glided through it all, a silent, swift ghost. At least the Bard that had promised to come play for the camp hadn’t appeared yet.

Across that hall from their room in the converted armory were the former living quarters of the Sharrans; including dorms, kitchens, and the baths. Briskly, he made his way toward the kitchen, intent on his goal. Tea was one of the few things he could manage in this realm; if food was needed, his plan had been to force Gale to assist.

The hour was late enough that the kitchens were empty. A couple of large stoves, two open fire places, and one brick oven served to feed the masses. Cupboards lined one wall, full of tools and small conveniences like spices and thankfully tea, meaning Astarion wouldn’t have to endure digging through the larder that lurked just beyond the kitchen.

The stove only had scare glowing embers lurking in it from the evening meal prep when he opened it. Astarion dumped some of a neatly stacked wood pile into it, unsure if it was for common use or someone had left their supply. They surely could spare it for the hero of Baldur’s Gate though.

“Ignis.” The wood burst into flames.

Serafina had been teaching herself wizard magic before the final battle, with a bit of Gale’s advice, but Astarion still could only manage a couple of cantrips. Not that he had been devoting a huge effort to it, but it still felt like something he should be able to do as an elf. The firebolt was something he’d been doing for as long as he could remember, at least as long as he’d been undead. Then one night in Rivington, he managed to conjure up dancing lights.

Sera had been tired that night as well. It hadn't been as troubling as tonight, she just seemed worn after the trek that had brought them so close to the Gate. And then they'd been plagued by Orin, happened upon a murder, and uncovered a conspiracy to distribute explosive toys to refugees. By the end of it all, she’d been nearly silent when they made their way back to the ruins serving as their camp.

The sun was dipping down towards the horizon as Sera settled down on one of the makeshift benches they’d assembled around the fire. Yenna, the child living in their camp for some reason, was assisting Gale with the evening meal prep. Sera looked too small with her arms wrapped around her chest and huddled in on herself.

He wasn’t used to playing the protector- hells he’d been trying to get her to play that role- but the sight of her like that stirred something in him. He’d been just about to sit down beside her when Shadowheart started in on the Sharrans that were supposed to be around.

It wasn’t as though he had no empathy for the rest of them. They were the closest thing he’d had to friends in two hundred years. But Sera came first, he’d make sure of it by any means. So instead of sitting, he leaned down and grasped for her hand. She shot him a confused look, dark brows knitting together over blue eyes.

“We’re done for tonight, you can bring dinner to our tent.” He gave an insistent tug and Sera rose to her feet.

“Astarion-” she started to protest.

“I’m exhausted, my love,” he wheedled, knowing his comfort would persuade her more than her own. “And I would very much like to rest after hiking all over today.”

“Fine,” she relented and allowed herself to be pulled along to the tent.

The look of contentment on her face as she relaxed into their nest of pilfered and ill-gotten blankets and pillows gave him the warmest feeling of satisfaction. Perhaps there was hope for him as a partner.

Joining her, he pulled her into his arms and kissed those impossibly soft lips of hers. That had to be fey magic, there was no way they were that soft after all the time on the road.

“See, isn’t this much better than listening to everyone prattle on all night? You can actually relax a bit.”

“I thought you dragged me in here for you.” They were both propped up on a mound of pillows, and Sera’s head rested on his chest, forehead pressed to his cheek, arm around his waist.

“No, I just know you won’t take the time for yourself.” He leaned down to brush his lips gently against the top of her head, the familiar scent of wildflowers and sun warmed forests washing over him. That was definitely fey magic. “Do you approve, Sunlight?”

She sighed contentedly, breath tickling his neck.

Dinner would be along shortly and he had a nice bottle of wine stashed away. The deepening darkness was starting to sink the tent into shadow. He should light a lantern, but he didn’t want to disturb Sera, whose breath and pulse were slowing to the point he knew sleep wasn’t far off. Perhaps…

Deep down, he knew he should be capable of more magic than one cantrip. “Fiat Lux.”

He made the hand gesture he'd watched her make before and aimed it at the ceiling of the tent. Four motes of light appeared and began to float in a lazy circle.

“Hmm.” Sera stirred at the sudden illumination, eyes opening up. “Did you do that?” Her voice was a sleepy whisper.

Astarion couldn’t help a prideful smile. “It seems I’m even more talented than I previously thought.”

“You are endlessly talented, love.” It was said with the mildest teasing, acknowledgement of the bravado he put forth to the world, but with a core of genuine appreciation.

If only he’d learned a cantrip to produce tea. He’d learned how hot the water should be based on the tea and to gauge the color to tell when it was done. But magic would be infinitely simpler. He’d ask Gale but he was sure the answer would be something along the lines of the magic being in the process when it came to tea.

Filling the kettle, he placed it on the stove and began rummaging through the cabinets for tea. The Wide had a night market, they might need to make a trek to the upper city to get some niceties and personal supplies.

When he reached the third cabinet that did not contain what he was seeking, he bared his fangs and hissed at it, slamming it shut. He’d promised tea and would damn well deliver it.

“What did the cabinet do to offend you, Astarion?” A voice behind him asked in a friendly lilt that would have once been haughty.

He turned around to greet Shadowheart, finding her clothed in a flowing teal robe with her white hair unbound and cascading around her shoulders. A far cry from the Sharran cleric he’d first met.

“It failed to produce what I needed.” he answered, trying to keep his voice light. “You don’t happen to know if there's any tea around?”

“It just so happens I keep a private stash.” Shadowheart headed for the larder and gestured for him to follow. “I assume it's for Sera.”

“No, I'm planning to sit around and inhale the vapors.”

She answered with a disapproving noise and headed straight for an aged, but finely made locked cabinet in a corner of the larder. Producing a small, silver key, she looked at it with a mixture of wistfulness and disdain. “Mother Superior's personal store, my inheritance.” The lock clicked open and the doors opened to reveal an array of herbs, tins, jars, and secreted-away sweets. “Is she feeling unwell? I haven't seen her yet tonight.”

“She…” He froze, unsure how much to reveal.

Another memory flitted across his consciousness, a conversation with Shadowheart and Halsin, just after that night in Rivington.

He'd known Sera had made an attempt on her own life and something about her worn look last night discomforted him. Even if she'd woken the next morning as happy as ever, planning to drag him to that circus that was in town.

He'd stayed behind as she, Lae’zel, Wyll, and Karlach had headed off to the local smithy. Normally he'd insist on being by her side but he had questions.

Shadowheart and Halsin were too curious about why he'd ask to learn about healing, quickly agreeing to his request to meet discreetly.

“Are you worried about draining Sera dry?” Shadowheart teased but stopped when he couldn't summon a witty retort.

“What questions did you have?” Halsin asked, much more gently, taking a seat next to him on the cushions outside Shadowheart’s tent.

He bit back an acidic reply, reminding himself that he'd invited Halsin to this conversation. Astarion hasn't forgotten the druid's attempt to proposition Sera. She “stirred his heart,” though he'd wager it was something else stirring.

Sera had, far too kindly, turned him down. But the attempt to taste what was his left a bitter taste in his mouth still. But he needed help. So he inhaled a breath he didn't need and plunged ahead.

“How would one - theoretically of course - heal a sickness of the mind?”

“There are some elixirs, of course,” Shadowheart said. “Is it a consistent malady or does it come and go?”

“Let's say it comes and goes.”

“I do have a tea, that when steeped becomes a natural remedy,” Shadowheart offered, and Astarion could see the concern for her friend slipping through the feigned hypothetical conversation.

“And do not forget the importance of being with someone if they suffer from a bout of this illness. Be there for them, show them they matter, hold their hand. It's a very dark place to be alone.” Halsin sounded like he knew from experience.

Astarion swallowed, the next question heavy on his tongue. “And what if it doesn't stop. What if there is worry they may… harm themselves.”

“Fetch one of us, night or day, it doesn't matter.” Halsin spoke with more sincerity than Astarion would normally allow without mocking.

“Agreed, even if sh- they think they don't want us involved.”

It had been reassuring at that moment, to know he'd have help if he couldn't care for her on his own. What did he know of caring for another?

And he still had that help. There wasn't anyone closer to Sera, besides himself, than Shadowheart. Who now stood by, eyeing him expectantly.

“She doesn’t wish to get out of bed.” The worry that he’d been pushing down crept into his voice, his words coming haltingly and hushed.

“I have been worried there would be some drop after everything. Do you want me to come talk to her?”

Astarion shook his head, too vigorously. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. She didn’t really even want to talk about it with me.”

Shadowheart paused and considered him before seeming to trust his judgment. “Alright, but here, let me give you this.”

Reaching into the cabinet, she pulled out a purple jar, the scent familiar as it hit his nostrils. Chamomile, mugwort, passionflower, and just a touch of magic; a tea she had brewed for their companions in the past when they’d been overwhelmed by their ordeal. She placed it into his hands with almost reverence.

“Let me know if you need anything else. Now hurry along and get that to her.” Even if she kept her tone light, the concern he felt was mirrored in her features.

With a full pot of tea and a cup, Astarion headed back to their room and his waiting beloved.

Scratch still occupied a corner of the bed, and Sera was awake, finally out from under the covers, with a couple of wall sconces lit. He briefly wondered if she had gotten up or lit them with a spell. By the look of Scratch’s head in her lap, he’d wager spell.

“Looks like someone made themselves comfortable,” he joked without malice, giving Sera what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I missed this.” Sera stared down at Scratch’s head while she petted him gently.

Scratch had been roving the camp and making friends, but it hadn’t been that long since they’d seen him. Astarion just hadn’t been excited to have him hanging around for long periods. But desperate times. “Perhaps we could have him around more often.” He settled the tea onto the battered bureau they’d confiscated from somewhere down here. “Tea, as promised.”

He poured a steaming cup and passed it to Sera, lounging against the bureau to observe as she brought the cup to her lips, and blew on it. Inhaling the wafting steam, she closed her eyes and took a sip.

For a moment, Astarion was proud of himself. He’d done something he hoped would be a relief to her and he was managing his distaste for fur and barking. Then her brows furrowed and she looked up at him with a stare so icy it sent chills up his spine and he thought he heard a soft feminine gasp somewhere around them.

“Shadowheart’s troubled mind tea? Really?” she snapped at him, something she’d only done a few times before. “You just couldn’t keep it to yourself?”

Astarion felt something stirring he hadn’t in some time; fear, cold and hungry, gnawing at him, panic crushing down on him, and a need to appease, to placate.

“I-I’m sorry, my sweet, it’s just-”

“Just what? I can’t have any privacy? I can’t have a moment of weakness without everyone lining up to have some say in it? You panicked and needed something to comfort yourself?”

Shouting, Sera was shouting, and Scratch answered in a nervous whine. Astarion froze, feeling a wetness growing in his eyes. The world was narrowing down to just him and the very angry woman sitting in their bed. He should run.

He shifted his gaze to the floor, ashamed of his failure. “I’m sorry, I’ll go and find someone else to come keep you company.”

He started for the door- he had to get away-

“Astarion, wait.”

Would she hurt him? It didn’t matter, he supposed. He loved her anyway and he probably deserved it.

He stood there, sucking in breaths he didn’t need, waiting for whatever punishment she saw fit.

There was a soft clatter as the tea cup was placed on her nightstand. “Oh no, oh love, come here.”

Her voice had softened and Astarion looked up to see her arms open and without thought he went to her.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the fabric of her nightgown, her soft embrace already pushing back the darkness. “Don’t…” No, that was ridiculous, Sera would never hurt him.

“I’m sorry too. I know you were just concerned. But I’m not everyone’s leader anymore and I just wanted to be able to feel what I felt, without worrying about anyone else.”

Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her until they were both clinging to each other.

“I was scared,” he confessed. “I don’t know what I would do-”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” She still sounded too tired for his liking. “Everything just feels like too much right now, and I want to just lie here and not face any of it.”

“Then stay here, my Sunlight. Just let me stay with you.”

“Always, Starry Sky.” Her voice broke a little and he pulled her even tighter.

“But after tonight, let’s get out of the city. Leave it all behind, make new memories, enjoy our freedom.”

“We did want to find a way for you to walk in the sun...”

“We could start with that, as long as we start making a life that’s our own.” Astarion was suddenly certain that whatever in them needed to be healed, it would not heal here, interred beneath the city’s rubble.

“I think you might have the right idea, after this dinner Duke Ravengard has invited us to.”

“Then rest tonight, my love, and we’ll talk on it more when you’re feeling well.”

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peachyfnaf · 4 months ago

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I'm sorry but "MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER<3" really made my day and I needed you to know

🤣🤣🤣

I can't believe Nexus is bullying peepaw war criminal.

Do you think Nexus is going to be stopped by big bro Sun or do you think the lil guy is going beyond the point of no return?

(Please talk about baby cringe Lord Nexus, I want to hear about your blorbo 🙏)

That's because Nexus IS my beautiful princess with a disorder, I'll have you know <3 they're diseased but it's okay I can give them their tetanus and flu shots and it'll all be better I GOT THIS

But. ahem, okay, blorbo yapping time. I'm not even gonna say "I'll try to keep this short" because I know it wont end up that way HAHAHAHAHA

"Do you think Nexus is going to be stopped by big bro Sun or do you think the lil guy is going beyond the point of no return?"

I... have absolutely no idea!!!1! (and also it took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize peepaw war criminal was Ruin KJDFHSDF)

The most frustrating thing about canon Nexus is how his morals, motivations, and goals seem to see-saw back and forth all the time. at first, he became how he is now due to Solar's death. he spiraled in his grief, identity-issues, and abandonment. but... now his motivation is to become an all powerful god??? while it's most likely that NSP is at play and affecting his thought process, it's... well, it's really hard to take him seriously as a villain because of it, lol. for an audience to enjoy, and even sympathize in some cases, with a villain, their goals and motivations have to be concrete. they have to be relatable, or at least understandable, but Nexus' whole thing is... not, Imho. and I know I'm not the only person who feels this way!!!

I see a lot of people calling Nexus "cringe", and the thing is, when it comes to canon Nexus, they're not really... wrong??? The worst thing Nexus has done so far is make Old Moon see his past victims, which is fucked up of him to do, but.. so far, that's kind of it??? other than that, his "villainy" consists of saying empty threats and cheesy evil one-liners. hell, he was supposed to kidnap Sun yesterday but instead spent the whole episode yapping and venting to him, chasing Sun around in the worlds darkest game of tag before getting some lead right in the face dkfjhsdfsd

Also, notice how he's only targeted Old Moon when it comes to actual physical violence? not Lunar, Earth, Solar, or Sun, but Old Moon? yeah, I did too. we already know that Nexus does everything because he's lashing out, but as of rn the only target he's gotten his hands on physically being O.M...? well. I think it says a lot. cause' yeah, he sure as shit scared the life out of the other Celestials, but he's never put his hands on them!! the only other one of them he harmed physically was Earth- and not only was he not aiming for her, she was just in the way- he felt immediate regret for his actions once in space, and has yet to even see Earth ever since that day.

So, I really have no idea if he's going to be "redeemed" or not. one second he's showing signs he might be, and the next he's falling further down the "pretty badly written villain" rabbit-hole. if he does get something akin to a redemption arc, he'll prolly mostly be accepted in the eyes of the viewers, considering a lot of peeps sympathize or at least understand where he's coming from, but I seriously doubt the other Celestials would take him back. the only one's who might see him as family/a close friend again are Sun and Solar, but even then, nothing would ever be the same.

I hope he gets redeemed, or at least freed from the hold Dark Sun has on him and he's able to live his own life, I really do. at his core, Nexus is a good person. a good person who was crushed under the weight of the shadow of the man he was born under. and we know this because he used to be New Moon. sweet, dorky New Moon.

New Moon, who made inventions like sentient knives and whoopee cushions. New Moon, who had matching My Little Pony stickers with his best friend. New Moon, who bought a whole ass island-luxury-house for Sun because he wanted to make him feel better and give him the proper space to heal. and New Moon- the poor freshly-baked A.I who gave his all to make sure he could do everything that Old Moon could, but it just wasn't enough. he tried and tried and tried, but it wasn't enough.

So yeah, idk if he's getting one in canon, but to me, he more than deserves a good ending, for the life he was given. let him be at peace.

#why do i always end my essays off the same way. i like using the writing technique of repetition too much KJDSFHDS #but anyways yeah. normally whenever i get something in my inbox i take my time answering it but whenever its nexus related you can actually #hear my neck crack from how hard i whip it around to look at my screen HAHAHAHHH #asks tag #the sun and moon show #tsams #sun and moon show #sams #tsams nexus #the sun and moon show nexus #new moon/nexus (tsbs)#yapping about smtn tag #idk if this needs a seasoned/salty tag?? someone tell me if they'd like it lol

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imagionationstation · 9 months ago

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so I would like more ideas on the whole “2012 Donnie ends up in prison dimension” au thing.

if you don’t have any it’s completely okay!

just maybe…how are the 2012 turtles (and Splinter) holding up? And how would the 2018 turtles react when 2012 Donnie has to go back home? Does he? Or does he stay? I think it’d be fun if their were two alt endings. One where 2012 Donnie stays in the rise universe and one where he doesn’t. Idk

Srry I’m yappin’ lol

Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been poking at this AU all day.

I have, like, five scenes overlapping each other. Because I’m normal.

*ahem*

“So what if instead of merely erasing him, she decided to put him somewhere that no one could ever reach him? A dimension from where things are known never to return? A place where April could never get him back without her assistance?”

Lil’ miss overpowered demon would have wanted April to know that she shipped Donnie off somewhere instead of outright murder. Then, she could hold it over her head you need me to get him back to prevent her from ever shattering the Crystal. But considering that’s blackmail and April knew that the longer that freak was in her brain, the more likely it was that she’d obliterate New York- well, she was determined to find Donnie back without her help.

And so April assures that brothers that he’s alive. And they immediately begin a search ✨

I’m sure that there would be a lot of tension, fear, and worry, but they KNOW he’s alive out there somewhere, (probably suffering if Za-Naron’s vague taunts were true), so they’re going to get him back, and the sooner the better. *Insert car chase music*

And the best part is that the 2012brothers have never actually been separated for more than a few hours. Like, in any episode.

Imagine days apart not knowing if Donnie is even alive.

At least they have each other. Donnie, on the other hand…

I think how the Risebrothers react to their arrival to bring Donnie home would depend highly on how long Donnie remains with them. However, it’s not through an “we adopted him” standpoint.

Remember, Leon and Donnie were stuck in a crippled dimension for weeks. They were barely surviving, avoiding Krang at every turn, convinced that they’d never see their families again. Leon would have told Donnie about the prison dimension’s purpose and how no one could ever risk coming. How his family had to see to it that no one ever came through for the sake of everyone in his dimension.

They had to live with that knowledge for a time period that probably felt like an eternity.

A seed of doubt was planted and they coped in different ways.

Donnie, keeping them both alive and his flickering hope burning through each passing moment, holds to the stubborn belief that if they wants to make it out, he only needs to, “Try harder.”

And Leon, willing to fight for Donnie but unwilling to surrender to the pipe dream of getting freed, assists the fight with a timid, but unbudging, “It’s not about me.”

Then, when they get out, their perspectives will be entirely different.

Leon will be home, but a part of him, the part that was counting down the minutes ‘till he dies, will still be in the prison dimension.

Donnie will be safe, but everything in him, every minuscule cell in his being that prayed for release, will be yearning for home.

So, we have two options. And no, I do not believe one of them involves him permanently living in the Rise verse. (Many apologies.)

Option one: Angst ending (They find him fast.)

Okay, so, if the 2012brothers were to arrive within days of Donnie getting free, I have no doubt that a desperate Donnie would go home without a second of hesitation and Leon would lose his anchor. He’d be stricken at the thought, aware of how much Donnie needs to leave, crippled under the looming weight of that sacrifice. He only suffered lived so Donnie wouldn’t be alone in that hellhole nightmare, and now Donnie is abandoning him leaving.

He’d be stiff, silent, barely managing a weak “okay” when Donnie shares the news. The conversation distracts anyone from really noticing his state of mind. It’s only once the 2012 gang leave the room that Raphael makes the mistake of touching his shoulder. After they barely calm a flash-back induced panic attack that leaves him wheezing and pale, crying and bleeding on the floor where he’d attempt to flee from them, the Risebrothers decide that they can’t let Donnie walk out. Raphael and Michael are torn, because Donnie needs the familiar sights of home as much as Leon needs Donnie, but Don has no such limitations. I almost want to say the same for Lou. He sacrificed the world for his kids. This is nothing.

As you can imagine, family fights for custody never go well.

Option two: Happy Ending (Finding him takes time)

If the brothers were to arrive several weeks/month or so into the future, long enough for Leon to readjust to society and no longer need Donnie as a reminder that he’s home and not completely delulu in the brain, it would go much smoother. Obviously, Donnie would be more desperate than ever to get home. The kind of desperate that leaves him broken in their arms when they finally appear, promising through sobs that he tried so hard to get back to them he did he swears he never stopped he tried-

And considering the Risebrothers don’t have a single cruel bone in their body, they wouldn’t hesitate to let him go home. He’s welcome any time, of course, and Leo makes him promise to find a way back during one, big goodbye squeeze, but they accept that right now, he needs to go. Donnie kept their brother alive and helped truly bring his scattered brain home. Why shouldn’t they return the favor?

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iridescent-solstice · 6 months ago

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 . . . 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨. (Asra x my arcana oc) ⤷ {ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ} ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴛʀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴜᴠɪᴀ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇ

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Asra murmurs but she merely shuffles even deeper into her side of the bed. She could hear the sound of a drawer being opened and a comb passing through his hair. It was comforting to finally feel him around. His aura exuding the calm confidence that soothed her anxious one. Yet even this comfort was short lived. He'd be gone soon. That's why he's currently getting ready. Tonight's plan is to go out and explore Versuvia. All of versuvia. A standard evening adventure for the white-haired magician, only this time he'd be going with his newly freed parents in tow. The ones that he’s been missing all his life. The ones he’s been looking for left and right. And now he finally has them back, and with the devil defeated and out of the way . . .

No one could take them away from him again. There is so much catching up to do too! Not just with them but all the people Asra pushed away and out of his heart. Just to focus on Estrella. On her recovery. So, she would be alright . . . It really wasn’t healthy in the slightest, hence why she so heavily urged him to reach out to more people. Focus on others. Not just himself, Faust and her.

But to her dismay, his parents just so happen to be the most important people from that crowd.

Estrella knows that. Yet for whatever unknown reason, she couldn’t let her guard down around them at all. Just the sight of their warm eyes gazing at her with such affection in them . . . Deeply troubled her. Some hidden urge to lash out at them would immediately surface whenever they even so much as spoke to her. It was troubling. Inner turmoil inducing because she didn’t want to act like that at all. Especially not with them, not with the people Asra cherishes most. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing or act in a way that would push them away from him. He loves them. So instead, she made it her life’s mission to avoid them in whatever way possible. Bit her tongue whenever possible even holding her breath at times.

Which is a tough decision to stick to considering the love of her life is oh so eager to finally get to know them. While she’s running away from them. He doesn’t know that, and she doesn’t bother to correct him either. Sighing at his insistence. Estrella shook her head no, but faint humming of an old nursery rhyme under Asra’s breath alerted her that he was once again lost in his own head, like he usually is when he’s excited. She knows that, which is why she doesn't bother to answer back right away. Estrella knows exactly how these types of situations end, the ones where she inserts herself where she doesn’t belong . . . They’re HIS parents. Why would they want HER around? They must be doing that for Asra’s sake . . . Cause he loves her. It’s okay, she’ll take on that painful decision for them instead. She'll be the one to draw that line.

It takes a while to muster up the courage to respond, but she does even if it's through quivering lips. “I’d rather not intrude. “Short and brief, is all she can pass through them before her throat feels like it's being crushed. Crushed under the weight of her own insecurities multiple sleepless nights.

He can’t help but bark out a laugh at that, “you? Disturb us? Never! They adoreeee you, you do know that right?” And she’s quiet now, feeling a bit silly for saying that. “I don't believe you,” she huffs. “For all I know you’re just saying that so you openly baby me in front of them for your own amusement like the rascal you are! Embarrass me even more in front of them.” She burrows even further into the bedsheet with defiance. The act must have been too convincing because he doesn’t even bother to respond.

Her heart sinks at the eventual sound of the bedroom door opening. He’s leaving now. She’ll be all alone for the first time in what feels like ages. Surprisingly, its not something she’s looking forward to.

“Suit yourself then, just know there’s always room for one more. The more the merrier! Er- . . .That’s what mum said anyways haha.” He gives an awkward laugh before continuing on, “A place next to us with your precious lil name on it. Reserved just for you so . . . Please, try to join us sometime.” With that the door shuts and he’s gone.

She could almost hear the painful restrain in his voice. He so desperately wanted her there. Wanted her to leap out of bed and rush to join them. Hold his hand as they descended down the stairs to where his parents were waiting. But she doesn’t. At least not tonight she won't. That’s all he wants nowadays, but Asra has never been one to be pushy with her. Maybe he was on to her, maybe they were too. You can see where Asra gets his reluctance to share his thoughts from. Neither of them ever voiced their thoughts out loud. That . . . She doesn’t have what they have. She never will. A family? Pa-lease, she’s not the family type. She’s barely even a people person type. However, despite these pressing thoughts, her mulling over them is abruptly cut short at the sound of the front door closing.

While she didn’t exactly want them close, its not like she wanted them to leave. The door locking from the outside is the only thing echoing in the house before she finally lets her heavy heart open itself up. Sobs that she’d repressed for god knows how long. The tears she’s held back for weeks finally emerging. What for? She doesn’t really know why. What she does know is that his parents being around the shop more often than not upsets her deeply. But Asra looks so happy with them around . . . So how could she possibly deny them visiting?

{ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇ}

#Cԋ: Aʂɾα🔮 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ #ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴏᴄ 🌹✨˖⋆࿐໋#irides writes 📝#the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra the arcana #arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana mc #the arcana apprentice #asra x apprentice #The arcana oc #asra x mc #asra x oc #I hold on to drabbles for so long . . . I should let this one go already 🙄

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unholydeukae · 7 months ago

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In order to not make the last post too long, here's part 2 for the 2yoo scenario :)

(have some Yoohyeon to drool over)

Somehow, Yoohyeon does not fall asleep immediately after her third orgasm. Technically, she could take more - her record counts 17 orgasms after all - but that doesn't mean that she always needs that many. More like the opposite, she's usually most satisfied with two to eight orgasms and today is no different. She looks at Dami, who still hovers above her, her weight resting on the arm that's not in between Yoohyeon's legs and isn't surprised to see her girlfriend's eyes already resting on her.

Yoohyeon in her post-orgasmic state might be Dami's favourite thing to look at. It's a perfect mixture of a fucked out expression, satisfaction, contentment and an indescribable glow emitting from her body. When she notices Yoohyeon looking at her, she smiles, then pulls her hand from her legs. For a moment, she contemplates if she should have her lick her fingers clean but decides she'd rather have another taste herself.

An inadvertent moan escapes her when she sticks her tongue out to lick her index finger. Yoohyeon watches her in awe, the fucked out look on her face gone in an instant. It's not the first time that Dami does something like that and not the first time for her to moan either, but for some reason, it's still amazing for Yoohyeon every time it happens.

Once she's done, Dami shifts around a bit until she sits against the headboard of the bed. She pats her lap; Yoohyeon often likes to rest her head there after they had sex, to relax and get some scratches but today she doesn't lay down. Instead, she clumsily - her legs are still kind of jelly - sits up and moves around until she straddles Dami's thighs. The latter looks at her curiously but closes her eyes and smiles when Yoohyeon carefully places her hands on her waist and strokes up and down. Hair tickles her nose when the girl leans forward and whispers in her ear.

"I wanna make you feel good, too."

Dami's hands make their way to Yoohyeon's back, then up until she cups her face with her hands. She opens her eyes and is met with Yoohyeon's expectant ones. Sometimes, Dami would do anything to make her girl feel good but is not in the mood to be touched like that herself and Yoohyeon knows and respects that. That's why she always asks or tells her that she wants to touch her, to make sure that she doesn't cross any boundaries. Dami smiles and gives the tip of her nose a little kiss.

"I'm all yours, baby."

Yoohyeon can't help but beam a bit at those words and immediately catches her lips in a passionate kiss. Usually, she's not one to take control like that but from time to time, she likes to play boss and Dami, of course, lets her. Their tongues touch and the smaller one moans when she feels short nails scratching her back. Yoohyeon is clearly spurred on by that and slides her other hand under the back part of the sports bra, using her nails to scratch the skin there as well.

Dami's fingers are entangled in Yoohyeon's hair and even though she'd never admit it, she loves to see her so eager to please her. A moan escapes the taller one when Dami grabs a fistful of her hair and lightly pulls. Yoohyeon breaks the kiss, a bit out of breath, and sends her a slightly offended look.

"Hey! I'm the one who's in charge! Don't distract me like that..."

A smirk and some head pats are the immediate reaction.

"I'm sorry, princess. You know I can't resist you when you're passionate like that. Please, go on, I won't interrupt you anymore."

Back to looking satisfied, Yoohyeon places a peck on her girl's lips that are still curled into a smile before she scoots backwards and pulls the flannel off Dami's shoulders. After tossing the garment to the side, her hands roam over the freed shoulders and she can't resist sucking on the skin until a bright red hickey appears. Her expression becomes even more satisfied, although Dami is not sure how that's possible, and she begins pulling up the sports bra, urging her to lift her arms so that she can slide it off.

The bra joins the flannel somewhere next to the bed and Yoohyeon's attention is completely drawn to the newly revealed boobs in front of her. Dami grins - she knows she probably looks just the same when she sees Yoohyeon's breasts but that doesn't make it less endearing. Hands cup her chest for a moment before Yoohyeon leans forward, sticks her tongue out and flicks it over the slightly hardened nipple. It's hard for Dami to not grab her head and push her against herself, the need to feel her mouth all over her boobs is great but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down. A chuckle.

"Seems like it's hard for you to stay collected, huh? Don't worry, I won't make you wait."

Lips close around one of her buds, finally. Truthfully, Yoohyeon didn't wanna wait anymore either. Her tongue taps against the tip of it before she starts circling around it, playing with the two knobs of the piercing that has been adorning Dami's nipples for years. While she sucks and licks, she starts pinching and pulling the other nipple with her fingers, well aware that the piercing makes Dami feel everything even more intensely, so she's not surprised to hear quiet groans from her. She's just about to switch breasts when Dami lays a hand on her cheek and looks at her with a surprisingly needy expression.

"I feel like I'm about to burst, please, baby... I know you want to make me feel good."

Yoohyeon contemplates for a second. Teasing Dami like that is great because it's not a super regular occurrence, but she's also at least as impatient to taste her as she is to feel her. She continues her way to the other boob, leans forward, gently bites the rock hard bud and nibbles on it for a moment - a moment that makes Dami nearly see stars - before she lets go and starts travelling downwards.

A few hickeys on slightly quivering abs and she reaches the waistband of Dami's boxers. Yoohyeon hooks her fingers under the rubber and slowly pulls them down. Once she reaches the hips, she's surprised to see Dami struggle for a moment to lift her hips enough for her to slide the boxers further off but they manage eventually. Dami's eyes are slightly foggy and one look at the undergarment explains why.

"Fuck, babe, you're absolutely drenched. I don't think I've ever seen you this wet, what happened?"

It's hard for Yoohyeon to not let out a gasp while she pulls the boxers down completely. Thin strings of arousal connect her girlfriend's glistening pussy to the garment that's pretty much soaked in the centre. Dami looks at her with a partly pleading, partly excusing expression.

"I told you I'm about to burst... Are you really gonna make me wait even longer?"

Yoohyeon is still in awe - the girl is so wet that it not only ruined her boxers but also got smeared over her outer lips, glistening in the neatly trimmed hair. A hand on her shoulder snaps her out of trance. She looks up, sees Dami slightly tremble and decides she has waited long enough. Yoohyeon shuffles back until she lays on her stomach, then she squeezes her hands under the girl's thighs so that she has a firm grip on her. One last glance up - Dami's eyes are halfway closed and she clearly tries her best to breathe calmly - and she leans forward, one lick with the broad of her tongue before she immediately starts sucking her clit.

The smaller girl groans so loud, Yoohyeon is sure the neighbours heard it. She knows Dami cums fastest when she sucks on her clit, so she keeps doing that, additionally dabs it with the tip of her tongue. She knows she cums fastest that way - but she wasn't aware it could happen that fast. It couldn't have been more than two minutes when Dami's thighs start to tremble heavily, her breathing becomes fast and shallow and suddenly Yoohyeon's head is trapped between her legs. Her moan is loud, loud enough for Yoohyeon to hear it even though her ears are covered by thighs and it takes quite a few seconds for Dami to stop spasming.

Slowly, the grip on her head loosens and Yoohyeon looks up, only to be pushed back down.

"More."

The desperate, yet demanding tone in her voice makes the older one moan into the pussy in front of her. Not wasting a second, she gets back to stimulating her girlfriend, licking around her entrance and inner lips instead of immediately sucking her clit again. Still, it seems to work Dami up, brings her closer to the edge- quiet mumbling makes Yoohyeon prick up her ears. For all she can make out from where she lays, her girlfriend silently curses.

She can't help but grin, it's rare for Dami to become so worked up that she gets vocal enough to curse. At the same time, a proud feeling spreads in her chest, after all it's her, Yoohyeon, who managed to drive her over the edge like that. With new energy, she focuses her attention more on Dami's clit again, only occasion licks further down and soon enough, her thighs start trembling again.

The curses become louder, Yoohyeon hears her clearly now.

"Fuck, God, I'm- holy shit, yes, fuck-"

For a moment, she contemplates lifting her head and teasing Dami when she's so close, but as if she could read her mind, the latter grabs her hair close to her scalp and presses her deeper into her pussy. Yoohyeon barely manages to breathe in before her nose is pushed into trimmed hair and the possibilities for getting air into her lungs become nonexistent. It turns out, it's not as big of an issue as she initially thought because the additional pressure against her clit makes Dami cum nearly immediately.

More curses spill from her lips. Yoohyeon thinks she hears something like "fuck, feels so good" but her ears are already covered by thighs again, so she can't be sure. Dami slowly moves her hips to rub herself against Yoohyeon's tongue while she rides out her orgasm but the curses turn into unintelligible mumbling until the only sound left is deep, heavy breathing.

The hand in her hair stopped gripping and now just lays loosely on her head, Dami's thighs are relaxed again and her whole body stopped quivering. Gingerly, Yoohyeon starts licking up the wetness and cum from and around her pussy, careful to not overstimulate Dami who's clearly exhausted, but still manages to softly pat her head. When Yoohyeon's done, she lifts herself up, groaning quietly due to the position she was in. She looks at Dami and sees that her eyes are closed and her breathing is even and relaxed.

"Babe..? Are you asleep?"

Dami mutters something she can't understand but it at least tells her that even though she's not completely asleep yet, she's about to be in probably less than a minute. Trying her best to not stir the worn out girl, she carefully moves her into a horizontal position before she lays down next to her and covers them both with a blanket.

"I love you."

Dami doesn't answer anymore but her hand, that's holding Yoohyeon's, squeezes hers almost unnoticeably. Yoohyeon smiles before she drifts off to sleep as well.

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #deukae smut #dami smut #yoohyeon smut #2yoo smut

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 2 months ago

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Fucked up Alastor headcanon

What if Alastor's mother was a very religious person, someone whose cruel life had seen her turn to the lord and the angels and the saints to help her stay sane in a world that wanted to drag her into the mud?

What if Alastor's existence was a curse and a blessing, and she felt pride for him but shame for... everything.

What if, when she realised where her husband had gone... she realised a pattern of behaviour in her son. One that repeated when others went missing.

He was still young, she was still young... when she took their hunting dogs, dogs he had trained alongside her from abandoned mutts in a side alley in town, into the bayou. On a dark night when a storm raged, and the world was hard to discern, she knew the Lord led her footsteps.

Better she end this tirade of sin, than pretend not to see. Her footing was sure as she stalked her boy, too cocksure now he was in the swamp with his latest victim. The screaming drew her to him.

The other man was too far gone when she arrived, but no matter. The dogs, attuned to her commands first and foremost, dove for him; their tails did not wag, their ears flat, but they obeyed as they were trained to do. His leave-off commands fell on deafened ears.

They tore into him, forced him to the ground, and left his wide lovely eyes to focus on his betrayer. She levels the gun at him, tears streaming as she feels the weight that surely JAcob once felt when raising the dagger over Isaac... and knew, in her pure heart that this would not be a time that a sacrificial ram would wander by.

This was her duty, as a mother and as a righteous believer in goodness. He was her sin, but it would be alright if she stopped him now. Yes? The Lord may forgive him... her beautiful, damaged boy and his sins.

Murder was murder, unless it was commanded from on high. His hands could never be clean.

His last words die in the echo of the shot that pierces his forehead.

She feels sadness, but no remorse. Her job, her task, that which the Lord sent to test her... is done.

And when she does pass, years from this day, she will ascend. Confident that all was well in the world, that she had fulfilled her purpose. Rewarded for her blind faith despite the cost.

And deep in the Pit, Alastor rose to power, a flicker of agonised betrayal always alight in his heart.

He distanced himself from others, unable to feel completely safe, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vox proved the pattern true. Then Mimzy, and Mimzy again. And Again,she couldn't help herself.

He was a thing to be used and discarded, to be reviled and disgraced, disavowed when the convenience no longer suited.

His mother had loved the freedom when his father had Vanished. But, to keep up appearances, had tightened her commitment to the church... and in time, it had consumed who she was.

Hard to fault her, for that faith... hard to forgive her, the lack of it in him. When it was by his hand that they were freed. That others were...

And she was given Winner status, despite her crime?

How can one believe in redemption, or the fundamental merits of the sorting system, under such circumstances? It was all one long, unfunny joke!

So perhaps he tried out helping the Princess's foolish dream as a joke, a jape, a whim to see things fall. But then... when the King came, another parent so mildly interested in their child and willing to let her fail just to prove himself right...

It set off a need to grind the archangel into dust. To be the better parental figure, to show Charlotte that while he didn't believe in her goal he would still support her and be there.

If he also enjoyed the fury on Lucifer's face... that was merely a delightful bonus!

He fights for the hotel, and is forgotten. Another cruel little betrayal... but what can one do but return to their attention, play the role of hotelier? What else can Alastor do but play up being absent for a minor reason, and smooth over the barely-there query in Charlotte's eyes?

Once more, the angel has taken the spotlight, rebuilding when Alastor was laying half dead in his radio tower. Swearing will not help, but it would certainly make him feel better...

Ah, but then the news arrived. The forgettable snake... an angel.

Disgusting. Delightful. To think a sinner could get up there? Witht he hypocritical mass murdering exorcists and angels who would sooner piss on hell than help those below? The holier than thou?

And so it sparks the vile conversations of redemption, the queries about who they have in Heaven awaiting them... and it turns his stomach. The injury isn't helping.

"...my sister, Molly. I just wish I could see her again... rest of the family's down here, 'cept my nonna, I guess. Though it could've gone either way with her... she was a greak cook, but a better interrogator."

Alastor can't help but laugh at the idea.

"Hey, the fuck you laughin' at, asshole?"

"Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't understand... but it seems that there's a pattern of people who did very unheaven-like things still being ushered through the gates. Yet there are people down here whose only sins can be as minimal as stealing food to eat when they were poor or striking back at the people who owned them like property..."

"Hey, my nonna only did it to protect the family!"

"I'm sure they all have different reasons and rationals."

"Okay, how about we all take some deeeeeep breaths?" Charlie intervenes.

But Lucifer is in Alastor's face, grinning in cruel curiosity. "Oh no, I think Bambi's about to tell us why he's so pissy when we're all supposed to be celebrating. Go on Alice, tell the class which Winner has supposedly wronged you bad enough to have them here...?"

Alastor blinks at him, the smile never wavers. It can't. He leans closer to the king, flaring his death mark.

"Why little majesty and first errand boy to a capricious deity... I don't think you would enjoy hearing the truth about what lengths people are willing to go to in the name of your God."

Lucifer certainly looked slightly less cocksure. "What are you on about Bellhop?"

"If you felt that the only way to regain your dear father's approval was to kill Charlotte, for the sins she accrued, even if you benefitted greatly... how swiftly would you plunge the angelic dagger? And would you live in resolute belief that your actions were justified, if you did receive that reward?"

"I-... I would never..." Lucifer choked, horrified. "They demanded it before she was born and we went to war over it... what kind of parent would-..."

"Then perhaps... you are a better parent than I took you for." Alastor concedes. "Little matter, however... for now it appears we have a means to get the Sinners into Heaven. I wonder... how hard it would be to force a Winner into Hell? Surely some deserve it... Adam would have been in my top ten choices, along with that annoying subordinate... Banjo or whatever her name was..."

"Lute." Vaggie growled, automatically gaining attention with the venom in her voice, as Alastor had intended.

His exit into shadow goes unnoticed, save for the attention of the King and the Starlet.

-----

"So that was fucked up. Smiles... seemed pretty pissed, in a way I ain't recalled seein' him since he's been here." Angel shrugs, hopping up on the barstool and staring pointedly at Husk.

"Yeah, what's his problem? Accusing me of-... of-..." Lucifer can't even say it.

The bartender rolls his eyes, and checks no lingering shadows have sported nefarious grins in the interim. "Listen... I've known him a while, and I know things about him because we was some kinda friends before he got me on a leash. There's stuff you can get out of him when he's absolutely obliterated, like when he and Mimzy go on their months-long benders... they don't do that no more, thankfully cause the destruction gets dangerous... but I can say I know more about both of 'em than I ever cared to know."

"And we should... start alcoholics anonymous and invite smiles?" Angel tries to keep up.

"No, that's just how I know some stuff. Listen... sometimes he tells you something without telling you properly, or in plain words. It's who he is. Most overlords are paranoid motherfuckers anyway, they don't share personal shit." Husk shrugs, flinging a towel over one shoulder and popping away another glass below the bar. "Think about what he didn't say and what you was talking about."

"Pentious got redeemed. We talked about people waiting in Heaven we could see again. I said my Nonna got up there despite what she did. He had a go at the Short King about Charlie. And, uhhhhh..."

A vague picture was forming, but Lucifer's ancient brain managed to focus long enough to snap it together first.

"Someone he was close to in Heaven did something terrible to him, and still got Winner status. I'm assuming a parent, because of the way he posed that question about Char-Char. That person was very spiritual, I'm assuming."

"Hit it in one, your Majesty." Husk replied.

"Well, do you KNOW what they did? Or which parent it was?" Lucifre prompts.

"Yes."

"Tell me, Whiskers!" Angel says, half reaching out to shake the cat, who dodges.

"Not worth my hide. But there's someone he'd never punish... NIFFTY!"

The red and white blur is suddenly THERE.

"Are we talking about Sir?"

"Yeah, can you tell these two about... why he got mad about that conversation we had before? About redemption?"

Her pupil goes too wide. "Oooooooooooooh... you mean about how Sir's mother got to go Up even though she killed him? Even after he made all the nasty men stop hurting her and the others? She wasn't very nice... so how did she get Up There? Is it 'cause she believed God told her to kill Sir?"

Lucifer made a soft choking noise. Mortals had clearly lost it.

"...dunno Niffty, thanks though. You might wanna check Room 5, there's something under the dresser there."

"Okay!" chirped the blur as it left.

"Okay, that might explain why he's..." Angel made a gesture. "Like that. But... if those sorts are Up There... then what the fuck are we being judged on to get sent Down?"

"Something's really wrong here... that sort of thing shouldn't have gotten past the judgement barriers." Lucifer mused, brain whirring at the idea. "It was designed to measure all sins, not just cover those associated with religious mania... this doesn't make sense unless someone is manually deciding who can and can't enter the gates."

"Well, we gotta figure that out, then." Angel sighs. "But not tonight, I'm tired as hell and ready for a long nap... you go deal with Smiles' emotional wellbeing or whatever the fuck you can do to make sure he doesn't annihilate the hotel."

"Why me?!"

"Uh, ain't you indestructable?!"

"Oh... yeah, you guys can't really hurt me. Forgot that for a moment."

"Good luck," Husk grumbled as Lucifer reluctantly portalled upstairs.

----

Above, a very special Winner was being gifted Exorcist status and trained for a special task. Only the most devout, who had Proven their Loyalty and Devotion could take the rank.

She was trained to fight the powerful ones, under the guidance of Lute, a matyr to Heaven.

Sera would command them to return to Hell soon, Lute was sure. And then she could follow her divine purpose, once more, to remove her son from the world below and deliver him unto oblivion so his soul could find peace.

It was the Lord's Will after all. Lute couldn't lie...

The angels had never lied to her before, not when she was alive and never once since she became a Winner. They had guided her, steadied her hands and ensured the events lined up as needed to ensure her beautiful broken boy was removed from Earth as needed.

Her sacrifice to the Goodness inherent in the world.

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Additional ideas but its 3am so im not doing a ficlet

>Lots of sinners find family who met the criteria for hell had gone Up, but assumed they died in exterminations

>Exterminators were brainwashed and conditioned into killing even loved ones when confronted. Their Purpose is too strong.

>Alastor has to choose between killing his mother or being detroyed and the decision has to be made for him by those he dared not trust, because he'd been betrayed before so violently that even Rosie was still under the mental category of Potential Threat after all these decades.

>Lucifer discovers that Sera and the others like Adam have been making Exorcist through maniulating humans for centuries.

>They are manually judging, which makes no sense and there's no consistency.

>Lillith found out and was forced Upwards, manually resorted and bound.

>Probably go to war for this etc.

>Found family & Hurt/Comfort because that shit is fantastic right to the veins.

[Also a headcanon about exorcists, and how they are chosen]

#hazbin hotel #alastor #phoenixwrites

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cakerybakery · 10 days ago

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Ah fuck. This is going to be a whole thing again. I just wanted a bastard Eden Adam that learns to be better on Earth, then the incident happens and he and Eve are broken. He slides back in heaven, ends up reviving in Hell to a vision of Eve, not seen since her death, and he and Lucifer road trip (metaphorically speaking Adam gets motion sickness in vehicles so they fly) to find her following a voice only Adam can hear as Lucifer and Adam slowly become overly familiar with each other in close quarters and start to like each as friends then more than friends.

When they get to their destination they find the tree of Eden and a golden apple that is Eve’s soul. They’re not sure what to do now. They weren’t expecting this.

Eve appears as she did to Adam when he revived, a golden sketch of what she looked like, the dust forming the outline of who she was. She kisses Adam and pulls the apple from Adam’s throat. Setting him free of one of his sins and making his rams horns lighter. She thanks him for making her whole again.

She’s been freed at last. And she sets him free in return.

Eve tells him she does not blame him for what happened between Cain and Abel, she always blamed herself. They shut themself off from each other, each blaming themselves and thinking the other must blame them too. There was still love between them but fear and grief kept them from connecting like they one had.

She knows what was in his heart, part of her has been riding shotgun for eons. Eve puts him at ease. She loves him, but hasn’t been in love since they were alive. And it’s a weight off Adam because he feels the same but was always afraid of what that meant.

That being said, she is very much, desperately, not wanting to be the third wheel in his fuck sessions anymore. And it seems Adam and Lucifer, might need some alone time to talk and etc. That hotel looked very nice, Lucifer, just drop her off. She’d like to be her own person for once in her life/afterlife, and to do that about somewhere relatively safe in hell, please and thank you.

Alone, no more goal to be a distraction, Adam and Lucifer have to talk about the elephant that’s been in the room for weeks. Or kiss, that’s one way to see if they’re on the same page

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #guitarduck

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xxsycamore · 6 months ago

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Maid, Butler, Chamberlain

╰┈➤ 🖤 On any other day, she's Nico's princess to be worshipped to the utmost degree. It takes a chamberlain with a very dangerous imagination to reduce her to the harlot she's being right now.

Giles Christophe x MC x Nico Meier; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Established Relationship (Nico and MC); Discipline & Punishment; Dom/sub; Light Sadism; Face-Fucking; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Rough Oral Sex; Come Swallowing; Come Sharing; Maids & Butlers; Master/Servant; Sexual Roleplay; Riding; Orgasm Control; Sexual Training; Glove Kink • wordcount: 1,821 • masterlist

a/n: On August 26, 2024, the Midnight Cinderella app is shutting down and won't be accessible anymore. The news saddened me greatly as the game is very dear to me. This fic was in my drafts as I told myself I'm going to try and complete the rest of the '22 kinktober and post everything in order, but I figured this here is more befitting as a parting gift. Of course, I'm not gonna treat MidCin as a dead game - for all upcoming requests openings in my blog for drabbles and other short writings I plan on including the characters in the roster as always. Thank you for all the emotions, Midcin <3 Let's not be sad now, let's fuck Giles and Nico!

Visions of Temptation 2022, Day 30: Maid/butler kink + Glove kink + "That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Nico. I believe I made myself clear when I told you to train the new maid thoroughly. Your job is lacking."

Giles' judgmental tone penetrates through the mind fog of Nico's mind, brain long deprived of rational thoughts in favor of the blood pumping hotly towards elsewhere. Right when he should be most aware, too. His job really is lacking, truly - has Giles ever scolded him unreasonably?

A plastered smile on his face, Nico is fast to regain his composure as he moves one leg forward and puts the other in perfect line with the first. Hands previously clasped behind his back in perfectly diligent butler posture now act with the presumption of having gained permission - Giles requires a more hands-on approach to training, does he not? - and he is gentle when he touches MC's shoulder.

"Princess—" Oh, shoot, the habit is a persistent little thing indeed, punishable only by tasting copper on your bit tongue. "MC. Not like that."

Her reaction comes as soon as he corrects himself, clearly doing her best at paying attention to the rules now. She withdraws from Giles, slowly, letting the weight of his hard cock leave her mouth inch by inch. It remains in front of her, standing at attention, swollen and glistering with her saliva that's been coating him for a good handful of minutes now. With the mental note to attend to Giles as soon as she learns her lesson and not a second more, she turns her neck to gaze at Nico.

He's so, so gentle in comparison, evitable by the softness of his hazelnut-colored eyes if not by the tone of his voice. His hand is stern and precise but never rough in guiding her towards his own member, now freed from its confines as if by a snap of his finger.

Nico's other hand resting on her hair is very consoling, and he even sneaks a little additional pat, all while under Giles' watch. He doesn't want his precious princess to suffer another punishment due to his personal incompetency, oh no, but his heart sings and leaps at the opportunity to dote on her. And so, he is gentle when he guides her to wrap her warm mouth around his own cock.

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

With him, the size she is accommodated with, every vein and curve she is familiar with, it's a different story. She lets his aching erection rub and poke against the inside of her cheek, the way he loves it, she swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, all flushed pink. With the proficiency Giles was hoping to see. Or rather, with the one of a lover.

Tonight is more about following orders, however. And he really, really wants her to do well, when hasn't he wanted the best for her? So he moves on to the brand of pleasuring Giles claimed to be dissatisfied with, beginning to slide his cock in and out her tight cavern in earnest, and MC's eyes water right away. Nico removes his hands from her, letting her be on her own for a while. He places them on his hips instead, a rather bossy stance befitting more of Giles, and the sight makes her clasp her legs tightly together. As if afraid that a gush of liquid wanton would escape from between, with the way her poor heat clenches every time Nico hits the back of her throat.

She rests her eyes closed, focusing on taking in his cock, and the crease between her brows gradually smoothes with that too. Nico's cock creates hot friction on her stuck-out tongue without missing a beat as it slides further down her throat. She surprises both of them with the capability of taking him like this - they've never done that, after all - never this roughly. On any other day, she's Nico's princess to be worshipped to the utmost degree. It takes a chamberlain with a very dangerous imagination to reduce her to the harlot she's being right now.

That's what makes their little arrangement so intriguing. It took a couple of accidents to spark his interest in joining their amorous sessions, but after the third time of catching them sharing forbidden trysts in shadowed corners of the castle, he took it upon himself to teach them discipline. And they were so eager for it too, all it took was a little pressing and they both confessed to secretly getting off on Giles of all people catching them red-handed. Who is Giles to refuse an opportunity to show off his tutor skills on a couple of sickeningly sweetly in-love perverts?

She clasps her legs even tighter together, wondering if she can get away with getting just a tad of forbidden pleasure, the tempo of Nico's thrusts sending her whole frame rocking until it's almost enough for her to reach orgasm without touching herself at all. Or, if she's lucky, she will get fingered by one of them. Would it be Giles? Or would he allow Nico to get her off just as he knows best?

They're both still wearing their gloves even after leaving all formalities before the double doors of Giles' office. The mere sight of the fabric covering their hands makes MC drool, almost able to feel the delicious scrape against her inner walls. Memories flood in of Nico's deft fingers clad in white touching her during the day while they're in a hurry yet not being able to keep their hands off each other. Somewhere amidst those stolen trysts, it became another guilty pleasure of hers.

Being the passive end of this obscene act, the withdrawal of the hot object in her mouth is sudden and it's not like she can do much about it. Her eyes only begin to open when the pause stretches out for a little too long, and then suddenly the hand gripping her chin is a foreign one.

Carmine-red eyes bore into hers, watching her from above, a neglected hardness pressing needily against her agape lips and smearing a bead of precome on them. She tenses, posture tightening in seconds as she prepares to receive Giles' thrusts and show him what she's learned.

Giles' indifferent face is normally a dreadful sight. It's only because she's never looked at it from her current perspective kneeling in front of him. It's an ideally new eagerness to impress him now, a very different one. A very arousing expression, if she has to be honest with herself. The few glimpses she steals at it are enough for the fire in the pit of her belly to be sparked to life again and threaten to burn her down at a dangerous speed.

Giles must've deemed her technique acceptable this time around because gone are the comments she was too lightheaded to quite catch on, previously. Instead, a grunt there and there, and the wild throbbing of his cock are present to signal his upcoming orgasm.

He reaches behind MC's head, wrapping waves of silky hair around his fist, ensuring that she stays in place - and in the process, ruining the neatly combed hairstyle that Nico did for her earlier in the morning.

MC braces herself for Giles' upcoming peak, hands fisting the skirts of her maid dress she put on for the purpose of their playtime, almost digging into the fabric in an attempt to reach the pulsing source of her own want underneath. But she is a good maid, she'll wait for her turn.

"I'm coming—" Giles warns but without fervor to his tone safe for the slight hitch in his breath giving him away as he comes undone. He combs through his hair with a hand, pushing further back the purple-tinted strands falling on his face and exposes his forehead. The inside of MC's mouth is heaven, one that is nice and hot and wet and that little can surpass. Safe for one thing - but that's for another lesson. Depending on his darling pair of servents' current performance.

Listening to MC's little whimpers resonating deep in her throat, Giles' reason snaps and his hips buckle. He feels himself letting go, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat with nowhere to escape. She is so good to him, managing to take it all without choking once, and he lets his alertness subside for a second while hormones rule over his otherwise razor-sharp mind.

He grabs the base of his cock and tugs on MC's hair with the other hand, until even the tip of his cock is withdrawn from her hot mouth. A thin line of come mixed with saliva connects them.

Giles' hand makes one swift shift from gripping her hair to cradling her face and caressing her cheek. That's her praise.

Finally letting out the repressed little cough that's been pestering her lungs even now that she's meekly smiling with lust clouding her gaze, MC feels Giles moving away from her.

He slumps in a nearby armchair that makes for a perfect watching point, MC and Nico fully presented in front of his shiver-inducing gaze.

Nico cuts the still air of expectation with a request tactically before Giles can give his next order.

"May I kiss her, Master?"

Giles smirks and nods. The kiss unfolding before him is hungry and twice as sloppy, with all the slick occupying MC's mouth interchanged between them between low moans. It's Nico's own personal way of praising her without getting caught, always the sneaky one. Giles finds himself keeping the satisfactory smile on his face nonetheless.

"Now MC, you're to demonstrate your riding abilities. Hands behind your back."

Seeing Nico eager to take position lying on the floor, hands outstretched to welcome MC over him, Giles lets the devil in him speak a little more. He's been going too easy on them.

"Whoever comes first can consider this their final orgasm for the night."

He watches as two pairs of eyes widen at each other, one identical thought sparking behind both. Each of them wants pleasure for the other more than they do for themselves, that's just the type of lovers they are. The type of lovers Giles would gladly come in between with the heavy whip of his discipline because it's that much fun for him.

Ah, but that's not even all there is to get out of their wonderful little arrangement. It's not every day that Giles finds the luxury of indulging himself possible through his own workaholic tendencies. As the leisure carried by these afterwaves of pleasure kinks in, he casually gets up to pour himself his preferred beverage. A show like that is best watched with a glass in hand, as much as he hates sounding like a certain information broker with a penchant for hedonism. He's becoming more and more able to relax by the second, and after all, isn't this what having servants should be all about?

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#midnight cinderella #midcin #giles christophe #nico meier #midcin giles #midcin nico #midnight cinderella giles #midnight cinderella nico #cybird #ikeseries #ikemen series #otome #otome games

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howlingday · 1 year ago

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swashbuckler au pyrrha flashback episode where she is saved by the long blade and swears to marry him when she was a few years younger with jaune having no idea she was serious or who she was .... why does that make her more interested!?!

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Aquadian Romance

It was supposed to be a simple tour. The rising star, Pyrrha Nikos, would tour across Remnant with her friends and rivals in order to maintain favor in her coming years. "Nothing would go wrong," she'd told her worrying mother.

But it did go wrong. Her team was trapped inside their room as the hotel was locked down by a roving gang of thugs. When they were denied entry, they got violent. When the guards came to apprehend them, they were beaten back. Suddenly, she was held against one of them, a knife to her neck.

She tried to be strong, but she couldn't help but cry. She saw cameras within the crowd and everyone could see her tears. The tabloids would eat this up like the vultures they are. Once the guards backed away, she was tossed away and the hotel was shut and locked.

Nothing happened for the rest of the week. Food was getting scarce, and she noticed her captors staring at them longer each day. She'd tried to maintain her exercise routine, but the reps lessened each passing day. Until...

"Psst!" Came a hiss. A hushed whisper. "I'm gonna get you out!" A hopeful chance. She made her way to the door, rousing the others on her way.

"Wh-Who are you?"

"I'm..." The voice trailed off before returning with confidence. "I'm La Lama Lunga."

The Hero of Aquadia?! Pyrrha had heard the legends, but to hear his voice was shocking! There was so much she wanted to warn him of, but his footsteps had already moved swiftly away from the door.

Thirty seconds passed. Nothing. One minute. Still nothing. Time slowed and Pyrrha's heart thundered. Could this be it? Could she be saved at last?!

"Look!" One of the girls whispered. Outside the window, a segmented rope softly swayed in the night air. Arslan took hold and gave it a few, firm tugs. With a nod, she bravely climbed outside. Slowly, one after the other, the rest of the athletes climbed out of the roof.

Pyrrha was the last woman out. Halfway across the room, the door exploded into splinters. Fear made her look back, and fear made her slow. She was pinned down, a weight placed hard against herbody.

"HELP ME!" Sobbing out as she tried in vain to be hear. A strike to her head made her quiet, though she continued to sob. Moreso when she saw the rope retract to the heavens.

She'd been abandoned. A casualty of a horrible circumstance. She alone was left behind. She could hear cries of rejection, though they were din to the agony she had felt. She was betrayed by those she'd called friend, and by the Hero of Aquadia.

"Oh, don't feel so bad." The voice said with sick intentions laced over it. "We don't need them. Long as we got you, we can have all the fun we want." She wanted to scream, but a roving hand to her chest choked the air out of her lungs. Hoisted to her feet, she was dragged to the window. "C'mon, let's see the pretty sights and get to know each other."

Pyrrha shivered. Was this how her life would be? Trapped in a foreign hotel, her dreams of becoming an international athlete as well as her dreams of maintaining her chastity to one she truly loved both quashed in a single, horrible night of abhorrent circumstance? Now, she was alone, and it was thanks to the Hero of Aqua-

"YIPPIE-KI-YAY-MOTHER- OH SHIT, DUCK!"

Pyrrha leaned forward, freeing herself as the rope returned, carrying a masked hero on the end of it. Boots pointed like a spear, the hero thrust into the room, heels cracking in the face of her captor. She was freed! Her life itself saved by this hero of insurmountable bravery!

"Um, a little help?"

She looked up to see him dangling, his boot caught on the balcony frame. She hurried and carried him down. When he was brought down to the floor, she gazed into the eyes behind his mask. They were as blue as the waters of Aquadia, and twice as kind.

"Th-Thank you..." She whimpered.

"Don't thank me yet." He said, taking hold of the rope. "Here. Climb up to the roof. Your friends, and the real heroes are waiting for you up there."

Pyrrha began to climb when she heard shouting. She looked down to see her hero nearly fall out the window. She wanted to call out, but he shouted over her voice.

"PULL UP THE ROPE!"

Pyrrha ascended, much to her dismay. Before she knew it, she felt arms grab hers, and she was lifted into sobbing hugs. On the roof, she was met by her friends and rivals, the city guards, and... the Hero of Aquadia?

This one, however, was completely different. He was much taller, more muscular, and had a pointed beard. He looked like he was in his 30s or 40s, whereas the man who saved her was closer to her age. He walked over to the rope and released it with a swick of his blade.

Pyrrha thrashed against those around her, but it was too late, and the rope lay helpless on the ground.

"But what about-?!"

"He's fine." The timbred voice waved off. "This was his idea, so he should know how to get out of it."

At this, Pyrrha finally freed herself. She marched up to him, jabbing a finger at him. "AND WHERE WERE YOU?!" She screamed, feeling the others hold her back. Tears filled in and flowed from her eyes. "WHY WAS IT ONLY HIM WHO SAVED US?!" In response, the supposed hero made a face of mild discomfort, like a cat that ate bad fish.

Before this could go further, there was cheering from the ground. Everyone leaned over and saw the real Hero of Aquadia walk out of the hotel. From the roof, he didn't look bad, but in the papers the next day, you could see the battered hero as he was.

The next few years that followed, Pyrrha went on to win regional and even Kingdom championships, lucrative sponsorships, and even a scholarship into Beacon. She was going to become a huntress, and hopefully, meet her hero again one day. The tabloids noticed her increased perserverance and tenacity, calling it, as they put it, "like she was steel to be tempered." Though this angered her that they would make light of and even glorify her trauma, she chose to ignore it and swallow her pride.

A buzz from her scroll caught her attention. It was from her friend, Ruby. And it would be the call she had been waiting for her entire life.

#rwby #la lama lunga #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #arkos #papa arc #arslan altan #la lama lunga au

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brwnsugcr · 1 year ago

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a sneak peeky poo

alone they become, gazes returning to the other after watching the young woman leave.

"you'll have to forgive my sister. she's…" hinata shakes her head, unable to come up with the perfect term to describe her sister.

but naruto is bold. he takes risks without a second thought, and owns and accepts all repercussions. "come see me, nata," he repeats, shifting his weight to stand closer. he lowers his voice, his smile still present on his face. it widens when she doesn't take a step back.

"wha?" hinata blushes again, deeply, and takes another glance around them to make sure they were completely alone.

"you heard me."

"naruto-kun…"

he could kiss her right now. he starves for it. he yearns.

and why wouldn't he? all he needs to do is lean in, rescue her bottom lip from her teeth, draw her close with the tips of his fingers. they'd meet in the middle, his sweet sensei melting against his chest -

"I don't know what to say," she admits, gaze fluttering between his eyes and the floor. she's not saying yes, but he ain't hearin' a no either.

"well…you could say yes?" he tries. even as confident as he presents himself to be, there's still a part of him that feels like a teenage boy pining after a girl he can never have.

"are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"what do you think I'm asking you?"

"I don't know."

she looks really nervous.

but it's not the nervous where you make someone physically uncomfortable to the point of experiencing intense anxiety and/or; a need to escape a social situation immediately in fear of one's own safety.

hinata is the kind of nervous that keeps her from thinking straight, because she is alone, with him.

alone, alone.

with someone who is so damn attracted to her, it's makin' him a little dumb.

so dumb that he opens his hand, palm facing up; further testing her boundaries, seeing if he really is right in his assumptions. 'cause if naruto is right -

"hinata..."

she might…feel something for him, too?

naruto watches her breathe; a slow inhale through the nose, followed by a labored exhale through the mouth. as she does this, however, she accepts him, slipping her tiny hand into his large grasp. "just so you know…" he begins, "I'm not tryna make you uncomfortable, ya know? you can always say no. I promise I won't - I would never -"

"you don't make me uncomfortable!" oh. "you…just make me nervous." her freed hand briefly covers her lips as she admits her confession, though she is unable to truly hide from him, the way she probably wants.

the relief that washes through him nearly brings him down to his knees. "that's all?" he makes an experimental brush of his thumb against one of her knuckles, a breathless laugh lifting the pressure off his chest. "you make me nervous too, ya know? I keep thinkin' I sound like an idiot."

she watches him do it, mesmerized. "why?" or maybe it's 'cause she can barely handle looking him in the eyes. but she does, eventually. he waits for her, which doesn't take long, to lift her gaze from their entwined hands, all the way up to patient cerulean; raw. and real.

he gives her a look. "come on…really?"

"wha?" she blinks, a deer in headlights.

"you know. you gotta know! I mean…right?" the longer he gazes into her eyes, the more desperate, the more tempted, he feels to just risk it all right here, right now.

yet, despite his forwardness, his bravery, he knows it all comes down to adrenaline and he is about to run on empty.

suddenly it isn't so simple anymore, and he's now terrified of scaring her off.

his voice trails off, unnatural for him, and the crack in his smile turns it crooked. how hard is it to say, I like you? kami. just spit it out!

he huffs, frustrated with only himself. "nata-chan…" he sighs her name, gently. even quieter, "fuck," but then, "lemme try this again. sorry -"

"you're fine," she says.

"you're perfect," he blurts, and soon winces at his own fumble.

"a-ah…?" confused, (flustered) hinata noises.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

"take your time!" she squeaks. "please say what you were going to say."

#naruhina #my drafts #the pilates princess

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wildwoodsstarlighthotel-tm · 9 months ago

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Kacia age: 4324 years old role: trama holder/ gatekeeper Personality: from ancient Greece she is a follower of Hades and deemed a 'Hades kid' in Percy Jackson words she is mostly serious and taken a mother role in the system for Klee. Mom jokes for days. platypus obsessed

Estrellita age:5 role: little Personality: sassy yet dumb and funny. can and will throw hands with someone 5x their height and body weight. if not energized she tired eepy and sensitive

Sans age: 39 role: protector/ trauma holder/introject (Undertale) personality: lazy but strong and pun master. can and will rock kids' shit. other sans alters and aus include: ink error geno fell flower-fell Swap Dream Killer Nightmare Dust Fellswap and the littles: Bitty Au versions

Hu Tao age:15 role: trama holder/introject (Genshin Impact) personality: brash playful and friendly. jokester

Maomao age: 17 role:trama holder/introject (Apothecary Diaries) Personality: calm and apathetic but sometimes ruthless when her rules aren't followed. gets excited when talking about poisons

Ticci Toby age: 17 role: trauma holder/persecutor/introject (Creepypasta) personality: usually upbeat and hyperactive but very sarcastic and temperamental. jerkish and annoying.

Zagreus age: also centuries years old role:trauma-holer/introject (Hades) personality: sassy lil boy that is dating the grim reaper aka Thanatos

SCP-999 age: idk its a little orange blob role:little/introject (SCP) personality: living anti depressant that loves sweets and will seek out sad people to cheer up Haku age: 21 role:trauma holder/protector personality: quiet and mostly speaks about business but likes casual conversations about scps she's friends with

SCP-049 age:real fucking old again role: introject (SCP) personality: wants to cure the Pestilence and keeps the body from germs. thinks that body is free from the Pestilence if hes in her mind and likes to learn new thing

Jack Frost age: 16 but actually really old role: introject (Rise of The Guardians) personality: a laidback prankster that likes chilling with kids and making them laugh and have fun

Amity Blight age: 14 role: trauma holder/introject(The Owl House) personality: perfectionist little gay that likes to get good grades and making the people she loves proud

Toph Beifong age:16 role: protector/introject(ATLA) personality: a headstrong bunt character that lis a bit smug yet loyal to friends.

Klee age: 8 role: little/introject (Genshin Impact) Personality: troublemaker and refuses to sit still. naive and a bit ditsy.

Riddle Rosehearts age: 17 Role: Protector/self helper/introject (Twisted Wonderland) Personality: stubborn, rule stickler, sheltered boy, anger issues, healing

Angel Dust age: 37 Role: trauma holder/ prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: can and will go back to people who harms them usually expects harm. this version of AD does not like to be called Anthony.

Alastor age: 40 Role: prosecutor/introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: manipulative and catty does not like the internet so he often doesn't speak in here if he does it's Riddle typing it out for him

Lucifer Morningstar age: reallll old but still younger than Kacia. Role: trama holder/introject (Hazbin Hotel) personality: duck obsessed socially awkward king of hell.

Stolas age: 36 Role: Protector/introject (Helluva Boss) Personality: flirtatious but romanticly awkward and dad figure for Klee

Macaque age: also a couple centuries-old holy cow- Role: protector/introject (lego Monkey Kid) Personality: sassy and only a hint of manipulation can and will deck kids in the face. the just freed from prison uncle (literally happened in the show)

Zuko age: 16 Role:Trauma holder/introject (Avatar the last air bender) Personality: awkward turtle duck that is healing and slight tiny hint of anger issues

Sir Pentious age: 45 role:introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: awkward but passionate and will cry for his little egg bois

TommyInnit age:17 role:introject (Twitch) personality: loud aggressive and cocky but means well

Technoblade age:23 role: trauma holder/introject (DSMP) personality: blunt quiet and some humor but has not been talking since sources death if he does talk alert Kacia, its a monumental moment

Tamaki Suoh Age: 17 role: introject (ouran high school host club) Personality: cocky loud and flirtatious when left unchecked if you are uncomfortable with his flirting when hes out alert Kacia

Hobbert "Hobie" Brown age:20 Role: trauma holder/ introject (Spiderman into the Spider-verse) Personality: chill anarchist who doesn't belive in teams. doesn't belive in consistency.

Adam age: real old again Role: prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: womanizer flirt crude and annoying

Serial Designation V Age:idk 16 or smth in the teens Role:introject (Murder Drones) Personality: originally manic and insane with a blood (oil?) thirst but now a kindish self-sacrificial friend loving bot who will attack threats.

Esme age: 5 role: little Personality: quiet and meek but likes to talk about flowers

Shadow the Hedgehog age:50 but physically 20 role: Introject(Sonic)/former prosecutor personality: chill bit of edge lord but protective of littles and women in general, he drinks respect women juice by the gallon. "Hip with the kids" and people actually like him-

Asaki Age: 24 Role: Protector Personality: Loud and competitive. Irritable and the child of Zagreus and Thanatos. Can be quiet when she wants to.

Thanatos Age: FUCKING OLD Role: introject (Hades) Personality: Quiet loverboy who loves Zagreus (maybe a little too much ykyk?)

Bill Cypher Age: OLD AGAIN Role: Proscutor/Introject (Gravity Falls) Personality: Manipulative little fuck that will drive the host insane with despair. Proceed him with caution.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz Age: 47 Role: Introject (Phineas and Ferb) Personality: a dreamer of great height yet also dense but has a good heart behind his "evil plans"

Sun Wukong/Monkey King Age: old ass manRole: Protector/Introject (Lego Monkie Kid)Personality:Arrogant egotistical smug but protective and lazy at the same time

The St. Cassian High School Choir (Ride The Cyclone):

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg Role: Introject Personality: a perfectionist over-achiever

Noel Gruber: Role: Introject A dreamer gay boy who wants to be a cold-hearted worker.

Mischa Bachinski Role: Introject Personality: A seemingly angry boy who spews profanity and likes to rap but in actuality he is a lover boy who is devoted to his fiance in Ukraine

Ricky Potts Role: Introject Personality: A soft-spoken boy who is very imaginative and is a cat lover.

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb Role: Trauma holder/Introject Personality: She is kind of like a child learning things for the first time and is soft-spoken, with no memory of who she was before the accident and headspace.

Constance Blackwood Role: Introject Personality: Just a bit self-conscious but can be a bit self-assured with bursts of confidence.

Beetle Juice Age: OLD ASS MAN AGAIN- Personality: this man is just alex brightman bro wtf- playful and jokeser that has a soft spot for kids

Frisk Age:8 Role: little/introject (Undertale) Personality: mute shy no gender child that likes to explore

Nimona Age: a couple thousand years old but physically 15-16 Role: Trama holder/Introject (Nimona Movie) Personality: Passionate loud and protective with a liking for chaos. Never, ever, call her a monster.

#atla zuko #did little #did posting #did host #did alter #did system #system stuff #fictive #introject #dissociative identity disorder #did headmate #did stuff #did community

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friendfromdsmp · 2 years ago

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Is it only my impression, or in Miraculous Chat Noir is allowed to critizice Ladybug, but Ladybug is not allowed to criticize Chat Noir?

I completely agree and I think a big part of that comes down to the way the way the writers view Marinette and Adrien respectively; Marinette is supposed to learn a lesson in every episode and as she’s always been the one actively trying to advance the love square before the writers are ready for that, she has to fail often and make a lot of mistakes that are often played for comedy by the writers and the characters around her (before we’re suddenly told we’re now making fun of her trauma which is bad but I digress) whereas Adrien has always been considered by the writers to be ‘perfect’ and ‘he’s not flawed - the world is’, with even the characters in-universe referring to Adrien as ‘perfection personified’ and such

As a consequence, Marinette is often portrayed as in the wrong, even when the universe bends over backwards to make it so, whereas Adrien can’t be criticised and thus becomes a bit of a stagnant character because perfection doesn’t allow room to grow

I think that the LadyNoir dynamic does allow for playful criticism between the pair, granting us Ladybug banter such as “I’m not interested in your poetry, but I do find your foolishness incredibly powerful!”, “Because [the Ladybug Miraculous] requires a sense of responsibility~?”, “I had it under control *smacks Chat’s head* but thanks”, etc etc

But beyond the obviously playful banter that Chat returns in spades constantly, there’s definitely a theme of Chat Noir consistently mucking about in battle, often leading to either himself or someone else getting incapacitated or some other reckless and/or generally unhelpful issue caused, Ladybug getting annoyed at him and Chat giving some retort to poke fun at or pacify her rather than addressing the issue at hand. I mean, the start of Reflekdoll is a perfect example; Ladybug is calling Chat Noir out on pulling a prank in the middle of battle that almost caused her Lucky Charm to fail, with Chat Noir simply joking around and calling her no fun and a stick in the mud. I get that he’s not gonna be the most responsible and focused constantly, neither of them are, they’re fourteen. But there’s a difference between a quick pun while fighting and a prank on your partner while she’s already running on less than five minutes before she transforms back, trying to focus on a very serious problem and the prank being enough to put their entire mission in jeopardy. Play about and joke around all you want, we don’t care if you screw around on the job, but make sure you don’t actively work against said job while you do it!

And then afterwards the pair have a bit of a personality swap as well now that they swap Miraculous, with Adrien as Mister Bug being forced to step up since he now has the Miraculous that, in the nicest way possible, requires hard work and effort to use, whereas Marinette as Lady Noire is now freed from that burden and can use the comparatively simplistic power of just tapping whatever she wants to destroy and watching it happen, the most effort she has to put in with that is simply getting close enough to the desired object in order to touch it without touching anything else between activating her power and using it. So of course Mister Bug, used to slacking off and playing about, is a little overwhelmed in a situation where he’s the strategist rather than the support while Lady Noire, still a little annoyed by their earlier discussion, was happy to actively reverse the roles, taking time to play about and make quips at Mister Bug’s expense. Even making a joke that wearing the Black Cat suit/being in Chat’s role is “a lot lighter on the shoulders”, aka making a jab at Chat never having a sense of responsibility and thus the ‘weight being lifted off her shoulders’ now that she’s taking over his end of the load

The fan reactions to this episode were very telling; a lot of people were saying that Lady Noire was being rude and unhelpful and cruel to Mister Bug, which is hilarious since they actively, verbally clarified multiple times in the episode that both heroes were starting to act like each other now that the roles were reversed; Lady Noire was now “wearing the clown costume” and no longer a stick in the mud like Chat Noir complained about while Mister Bug “doesn’t have a sense of humour” and is no longer playing around and not taking things seriously mid-battle like Ladybug complained about

If they were simply acting like each other, why was Lady Noire considered rude and unhelpful for joking around mid-battle whereas Chat Noir is praised for being funny and keeping Ladybug from burning herself out by providing a supposed outlet to stress? If you complain about one, you have to complain about the other, especially since Lady Noire was still helping; she kept explaining how the Lucky Charm worked even when Mister Bug ignored her to prove he knew how to do this better than an experienced, specifically-selected wielder, she helped him think through the Lucky Charm by placing herself in Mister Bug’s shoes and attempting to adapt to his own thought process rather than hers, she repeatedly defended him from attacks while he was struggling to work out the mirror and yo-yo, etc. For all her sarcasm and salty quips, there was never a point where she left Mister Bug high and dry to fend for himself or sat by watching and flirting leisurely while he did all the work

I know I’ve focused a lot on Reflekdoll here since this is the most blatant example of the issue (being that Ladybug was in the right to criticise Chat for risking the fight over a prank while Mister Bug and some viewers criticising Lady Noire for being unhelpful was not only uncalled for but incorrect) but there are certainly many other examples I can think of in which MariBug is blamed for AdriChat’s actions or AdriChat criticises MariBug without good reason or MariBug is seen as rude or otherwise in the wrong for criticising AdriChat despite having legitimate grievances or not having all the info on a situation in which said info was impossible for her to know and/or actively kept from her. Season 4 is a goldmine for this but I know I always make incredibly long rambling posts so I’ll cut things short here, if the long ramble is what people are after feel free to ask for one

#I’m thinking all the times Chat quit but Ladybug was blamed #How she was blamed for a season-long conflict she didn’t even know was occurring #etc etc #ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ladynoir #lady noire #mister bug #Reflekdoll #writing

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avesomnia-inhoramortis · 6 months ago

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[ooc] trina-as-white-king asker here… i really enjoyed the previous post expanding on your thoughts. this too is mostly just rambling, please feel free to discard this from your inbox, i’m just so mesmerized by miquellatrina relationship and want so much to talk deeply about them with someone haha, analysis on them like the ones you’ve written down is such a salvation.

trina in her capacity as a maiden in the tower, as it is, has been really fascinating to me, even more so for the fact that i think she is much less passive than most are to believe. since elden ring is so entrenched in arturian ideals i always loved her as the lady of the lake. trina is submerged in water, her roots growing deep, her connection to lilies a light link to 'the romance of the water lily' being one of the lady's earliest written records. the proverbial sword the lady gives being the intangible, desperate & translucent instillation of the all consuming desire to kill miquella, once being hers, now passed down to thiollier & most of all the player. an analysis in the same vein of the same way you could interpret her and miquella’s respective positions as hell and heaven, physically the highest point and the lowest point. miquella ascends to heaven by casting trina to hell, to rebirth and give new life violence is a necessary thing.

it all entwines so nicely with your alchemization view on them — before the dlc released i had wanted trina to be specifically more masculine as a contrast to miquella… trina as the white king is so deeply satisfying for me because of this. you speak of her like an equalizer, which i agree with: even in the domain of sleep, i don’t believe any of the demigods are unique to it. a balancing beam act that she holds in place with her own too hands, the saint balancing the scales. her and miquella both bear such weight for children!

& the trans readings for miquella.. so delicious. i favor transfem miquella so tenderly but i really like what you’ve put down here! the desire be freed from the confines of the princess and the tower. trina being the opposite to him is really sweet to me too.. but i can imagine her just forsaking all of it, the will and the answer beyond any system. the cherry on top for me — you mentioned in your other post miquellatrina being, romantic like an experimentation for curiosity around lust. i was thinking about this for so long too! i think there’s a love there too deep and entrenched to reduce to simple physicality but on some level i don’t think the game tells you that marika and radagon’s relationship bore fruit despite them being one-of-the-same-whole just for you to think that their child’s relationship with his own other self was entirely chaste. i really enjoy them being the measure of all of each other… a first time together and perhaps a last as well. they follow in the path of their parents but something is vitally missing. what does it mean to be a child, eternally, what can they not have, and what can they freely take? what is allowed to them, and what is given, and what can they take? they’re so very similar but too different that they would always have been doomed to separation, in some grotesque and beautiful way. anyways. in any case they’re so so beloved to me i’ll definitely be thinking about these ideas for a while.

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Ohhh my god I love all of this. I love all of this so much. And I definitely agree with transfem Miquella, I've just been going the angst route of "for my goals and what I want I can't AFFORD to be a woman", shoving down who he's meant to be for practicality's sake. He'd sacrifice anything for his sister. Including himself, and his own wants. He's already dealing with the age dysphoria, more on top of that is nothing right?

I NEED to read more Arthuriana, I've just read a couple of obscure ones like Sir Gowther and that one about the lord cursed to be a werewolf, and then I listen to a lot of Arthuriana-themed music sometimes. Tarnished Silver by Heather Dale is one I actually put on my Trina playlist.

I also absolutely analyze and characterize them through the lens of DID. It's not entirely accurate, obviously, considering the strong fantasy elements of everything going on, but the relationship between headmates is something really hard to explain or define well and I love slipping stuff like that into my writing. Like... you grew up together, so that could make you siblings, but it doesn't. You technically have the same family, but really only one of you does. No one else can love you like someone who has seen every thought and reason firsthand. You live inside eachother and haven't spoken in months. You miss eachother even though you have the same heartbeat. You kiss a boy for the first time but the person that finishes the kiss isn't you. It's complicated.

They're so very very wonderful and I'm so glad people are enjoying my rambles, PLEASE come back and ramble anytime.

#[ooc]

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lylicapril17 · 2 years ago

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It’s no secret now. (ATSH 2)

Synopsis: You’ve loved your long-time best friend Miles Morales for years, but in the months that pass in your freshman year of college, you have come to know the pain of unrequited love as your best friend is dating someone else. That someone is Gwen Stacy. [THIS IS PART 2]

Word count: 900+

Genre: Angst, Unrequited Love, Hurt no comfort, could be some comfort coming???, does anyone want me to make part 3?

Warnings: ASTV spoilers- to me, it’s the biggest spoiler.

Pairings: College Freshman 1610 Miles Morales x black! fem! writer! reader (unrequited on her part but could change.) College Freshman Earth 42 Miles G. Morales x black! fem! writer! reader

A/N: Did not expect to be making part 2 :’)

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After that entire experience of speaking her innermost thoughts and emotions aloud, she’s drained of something fierce.

As she somehow finds herself sitting down in the dining hall, she can’t even remember the walk over.

Her mind replays the way her nerves were set alight, and her heart that tensed before easing itself with words she made towards her own confession.

Now Miles knew.

He had to.

It wasn’t like he was oblivious to the way she felt, or the way she seemed to be speaking directly to him.

He knew.

And she knew that.

Her hands are over her eyes as she presses against them with a hope she’ll never see the way Miles treated Gwen so affectionately again.

“Fuck me.” She says to herself, trying not to let the weight of her secrets out in the open tear her apart.

As she took deep breaths; the little people that were in the dining hall at the moment didn’t pay her much mind other than to glance at her when they were leaving.

A hand comfortingly touches her shoulder, and she sighs out.

“Girl… I saw your presentation- performance? Whatever it’s called- I saw it.” Her best friend's voice is low like a whisper, and the girl begins wondering how that was even possible.

She pulls her hand away and looks at her best friend with questioning eyes. “How would you see it-? Didn’t you have class across campus while I was doing that?”

The girl looks at her with pitying eyes, and at that moment she wishes she didn’t.

“I saw it online… your performance was posted to social media.” The words hang heavy, and she feels a pit in her stomach at her best friend's words.

“Avery- are you serious? Please be joking.” Her eyes seem to be begging- pleading with Avery to be lying. For everything to be a joke that she can laugh off.

But Avery shakes her head, which confirms it’s anything but a joke.

Her confession was online and god knows how many people saw it, or will see it.

That sick feeling from the anxiety of performing comes back, and she feels so small at that moment.

She never wanted this to happen.

She just wanted to finally let him go.

She just wanted to finally be freed from this painful one-sided love.

“I need a drink.” The girl's hands rub at her temples in a counterclockwise motion, trying to ease the slow ache that began to knock against her skull.

Avery sits down next to her with a small smile and rubs her lower back with a comforting hand.

“Let’s not resort to alcoholism over men.” Her best friend's umber brown skin glows in the golden sunlight that permeates the tinted windows.

The way she smiles is rich and deep, and those eyes she’d known for so long make her feel like crying.

She takes a shaky inhale, trying to blink back tears. “Why do I always lose?”

And to that question, Avery makes a face that’s bordering on empathy. Her best friend's mouth shuts, and she just looks at her with eyes that say it’s not her place to answer that question.

For a long moment, they sat in silence, and those tears she’d been fighting for months, fell like rain.

The quiet splattering of her self-pity and heartbreak is a new low point for her.

She wipes the tears away after letting herself fall apart, and Avery looks at her again.

“Let’s go to my dorm and watch movies, okay? It’ll be a self-care day for just us girls.” Avery offers a smile, and she tries to reciprocate, but the closest she gets is a grimace.

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The next day passes, and people have been whispering about her with pitying glances and awkward smiles.

Her eyelids are puffy, and she feels like all she wants to do is curl up into a ball under the covers without ever coming back out.

As her black studies TA finishes the discussion, she gathers her things, just wanting to get back to her dorm as quickly as possible for lunch.

The girl lifts the strap of her bag onto her shoulder and leaves the classroom, her eyes trained in front of her so she doesn’t have to look at others looking back at her.

“Hey wait!” The voice is rough in a way she can’t identify, and a hand grabs her wrist gently to stop her.

She pauses, turning around to see a boy with two French braids that trail over his shoulders while his skin is smoothly painted with russet and sepia browns. The way his sunken eyes are colored hazel and tinged with an emotion she can’t name makes her heart stop for a split second.

He was beautiful.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” His voice seems to almost flow through her like music, and her breath hitches.

But she knew why she thought he was so beautiful.

“Okay..” The girl's confirmation trails off like she’s breathless.

She didn’t want to admit to herself that her heart clenched in that familiar way she was supposed to be letting go of.

And as that identical face looks at her with an emotion she wishes he’d looked her way once with, she feels another wave of bitterness wash over her.

There was only one man she ever found to be as breathtaking as him.

And that was Miles.

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