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I'll Follow You

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Summary: You came back to the compound, a year later after you left to make your own career, and you are worried about meeting Loki with how things ended when you left. Pairing: Romantic!Loki x OC Female Reader (Foxglove is her Superhero alias.) Word Count: Over 5.3k Warnings: Explicit. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Shadowplay. Hallucinations.

Loki flipped through the magazine at a hurried pace, not looking at the photos or any of the articles. His hands needed something tactile to do. Or else, he feared, he might choke someone with them.

He paused when he saw an advertisement for a watch you were modeling for. There you were—a close-up of your beautiful face. Your eyes were bright and round. Your lips were dewy and sensual. Norns, he missed those lips. Especially when they were wrapped around his…

Ugh. Why can’t I stop thinking of her?! Loki snarled under his breath as he threw the magazine halfway across the room. It landed on the floor right by Sam’s feet. “You dropped this!” Sam said picking it up from the floor. He held it up in the air, not even looking, his attention fully absorbed on the TV screen.

Everyone had gathered to watch the talk show you were appearing on tonight. They couldn’t wait to see you come out and gossip about your life or inconsequential things. The entire team supported you in your decision to leave and start your acting career—everyone, except him.

Loki wanted to leave the room. He should’ve left and not agreed to come and watch the show with the others. He was about to stand up when-

“Shh. Shh. Guys quiet down. Here she is!” Wanda said shushing the entire room. Loki watched the enormous television, enraptured. The camera panned over to the audience, their loud applause and cheers were deafening. Signs and pictures were held up from a time when you were an Avenger. He couldn’t help but sink further into his chair and get caught up with your grace once again.

“So, Foxglove- can I still call you Foxglove?” The host asked as you sat down.

“Of course, you can,” you beamed at the man behind the desk.

“I- I don’t know the protocol for these things. Do you get to keep the name even though you’re not an Avenger anymore?”

Your practiced laugh showed through your gritted teeth. “It doesn’t work exactly like that. Foxglove is the name I gave myself. I had it with me when I started with the Avengers and took it with me when I left. It wasn’t a title or anything.”

“And did they just let you leave? I would think it was like being in the mafia. ‘You know too many of our secrets. We can’t let you out alive!’ sorta thing,” the host said, thinking he was being clever.

“My friends and colleagues have all been supportive. And I remain in close contact with most of them.”

‘Most of them.’ That statement swirled the emotions Loki was feeling inside. He was not one of those who supported you and was very vocal about it. The fact that you still keep in contact with almost everyone here left him envious.

“And that’s actually part of the reason why I’m here tonight,” you continued. “My dear friend Tony, whom many of you know as Ironman- again, not a title…” you chuckled. “…Is throwing his annual charity gala this spring. This year he decided to make it a month-long occasion with different charities and events happening once a week culminating in the yearly gala at the end of the month.”

“That’s wonderful! That’s all he does when he’s not out saving the world, is party, huh?” the host said looking straight into the camera.

“Asshole!” Tony sassed under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the team.

“And what exactly is your part in this month-long event?” The host asked you.

“Well, I plan to raise money for The Nature Conservancy here in New York. I ask everyone to come and help us plant new trees or donate. Every dollar will be matched, and we can help restore some of the forests, in other parts of the country.”

“The Nature Conservancy is a special organization for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s where I first worked. It’s where I first started noticing my powers.”

“Your powers are amazing! You can talk to plants!”

“Well, it’s a lot more complicated than that,” you said with restraint. “Chlorokinesis allows me to excel a plant’s growth to a thousand times what they normally can. I can also enhance their natural defenses and abilities. And like my namesake, Foxglove, I can give you hallucinations when touched.”

“Can we get a demonstration?” the host asked to the cheers of his audience. You reached out to touch him “No, no, no!” he said nervously. “I don’t need any more hallucinations right now!” you both chuckled. “Thank you. But maybe you can make a flower grow?” he suggested, and the audience cheered you on.

“Sure, of course,” you smiled, happily. You rotated your wrists and flicked them around, gesturing for a plant to grow from the host’s wooden desk. The branches wrapped around itself forming a steady trunk. Soon the branches grew out further and further. Blooming wisterias in varying colors began to sprout, amazing the audience.

You used to be unstoppable. You used to tear down enemies left and right, numbing them with your visions before you cut them down and made them regret opposing you. Now you do party tricks for the camera so you can get a laugh from people who don’t care about you. Who didn’t even love you! Loki was furious.

Once again, Loki made to get up. He was almost through the exit of the room when he heard the next question that made him stop.

“So, Foxglove, will you be attending these events alone?” The audience ‘ooh’d’ at the question when the host decided to get a little more personal. “I heard you were cozying up to a certain superhero. Do you like those types? Do you have a type? What does Foxglove look for in a partner?”

You laughed embarrassedly. “These rumors! I swear they pair me up with someone new each week.”

“Oh, but you were seen leaving a nightclub with your costar, Superman himself, Henry Cavil.” The photo was put up on the screen. A picture of the two of you laughing in front of a busy club as Henry gingerly put his arm around your shoulders. The entire room of Avengers whooped and hollered cheering you on.

“We were celebrating. We had just wrapped our movie and it was my first time in London. So, Henry just wanted to show me around. Very friendly. All platonic.” You smiled, blushing. Loki noted that blush. I’ll break him like a twig!

“Ok. Ok. What about your former colleague, Loki of Asgard?” The host asked as a picture of the two of you replaced the one on the screen.

It was a photo taken when the two of you had gotten back from a mission. You had failed and cried about it on the flight back. Loki was wiping the tears from your face, trying to cheer you up. You didn’t know the PR department was there taking shots as all of you disembarked off the jet.

The camera cut back to you and you blushed harder. Once again, Loki noted that blush. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding and swallowed. Does she miss me too?

“Loki and I have remained good friends. I look forward to seeing him again,” you told the host.

Lies. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you since you left. The last words you said to him were “I hate you! I never want to see you again!” Loki couldn’t detect any falsehood when you screamed those words at him. That hurt the most.

Everyone turned to where Loki was standing. Some, like Thor, were smiling. Mostly everyone else was shocked.

“What?!” Loki snapped back at them, making everyone turn back to the television.

“Oh! Did you hear that? She wants to see him again.” The host embarrassed you. Your powers grew erratic as a new sprout of branches grew from the tree.

The whole audience was eating it up, clapping. You tried to hide behind your hand, but the different cameras provided different angles of your mortification.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Foxglove, everybody!” The host said pointing towards you clapping. You laughed and waved at the audience as Wisteria petals fell from the ceiling.

Weeks later, you sat in the back of a Maybach that Tony hired to chauffer you to the gala. This year it would be held at the compound which garnered more donations because everyone wanted to see inside the heavily guarded facility. Your intricate beaded dress fit you snuggly and covered you from shoulders to toe. It ensured that no one would accidentally come in contact with your skin. Especially with how crowded Tony’s parties got. The only wrinkle was from all the times you’ve grabbed it in anxiousness and wrung the fabric.

Why did I let Tony talk me into this?! I should’ve faked sick or something! What if Loki’s there? Of course, he’s there. Where else would he be? What if he doesn’t want to see me again? What if he has a date?! Maybe I should’ve invited Henry? No, no. He’d get the wrong idea. Just drop in, say your hellos, then leave. I don’t have to stay. I’m a grown adult. I can do what I want! FUCK! What if Loki comes and talks to me?

Once past the gates, the car crawled through a winding road with lanterns adorning the pathway. The car stopped at the front steps of the Avenger’s compound and you could hear the heavy bass of the music pounding through the car windows as bright lights and lasers littered the night sky.

You made your way through security to the massive, yet highly decorated, quinjet hangar and a sweeping staircase that descended to an impressive room below. You smiled, reminiscing about all the parties and events you attended as an Avenger- sweet memories that erased the worry you had when you were in the car. Picking up your gown, you gracefully descended the staircase. Keeping your eyes trained on the steps below, you tried not to look around, to look for him.

“Fox! I can’t believe you’re here!” Wanda shrieked as she ran up to you. She squeezed your sleeved arm and pressed her cheek on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, Wanda!” you said kissing the top of her hair.

“Come on. Everyone’s here- well, almost everyone,” she corrected herself. “We haven’t seen you in so long. Everyone wants to catch up.” She led you along to the bar where you were greeted by your former teammates. You were grateful that Loki wasn’t among them. He always loved these parties. You actively refused invites the past year just to avoid him. Awkward hugs and pleasantries were shared. Drinks were offered along with your first few dances promised to Sam and Wanda.

After hours of conversations with the team, and some drinks with Tony, you fell back into a sense of belonging and family. You didn’t realize how much you missed your friends here. How much you missed being an Avenger. It got so lonely most nights not having anyone to talk to. At least here, you would have had Nat or Bucky to train with in the middle of the night.

Or Loki to keep you company.

You groaned internally. You couldn’t help but be on edge all night, thinking about him and wondering if Loki was ever going to show up.

Before leaving for the night, you excused yourself to get some fresh air. There was a greenhouse in the back glades of the compound that you frequented most nights just to be alone. You used to make the hedges grow all around, giving you a private garden away from the rest of the world.

Inside, it was as if you had never left. The plants stood tall as if to greet you. Bright flowers bloomed in different colors as if in competition to win your adoration. And in the back corner, hidden behind large monstera plants, was a cove of plush blankets and chairs that you hid from anyone ever finding. Everyone except, “Loki?”

Loki sat in the rattan chair; his legs crossed reading a magazine with your picture on the cover. He looked as breathtaking as the first time you saw him, like trouble and a promise all wrapped up in his pressed monochromatic black suit. His mischievous smile appeared, tempting you closer.

“Hello, Foxglove,” he greeted you. His voice sending shivers down your spine. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? You kept repeating in your head.

“I…didn’t know this spot was taken. I won’t bother you. Goodnight,” you hastily said as you turned to leave.

“Wait!” he cried standing up. You could feel him grab hold of your wrist. You looked down to see his shadow holding on to you like a dear friend, shadow to skin. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. It’s been so hard to be intimate with anyone because of your body’s defense mechanism. And here was Loki, the only man who figured out a loophole to your little enigma.

“I just wanted to say…” Loki paused, staring only into your eyes. “Y-you look beautiful tonight.” You pulled your hand away from his shadow and stayed quiet. “I saw you. We… the team… saw you on the talk show. You’ve done amazing things this past year. One movie, a television show, countless endorsements.”

“Still don’t think I can make it?” you challenged.

“Fox, it was never about that!” he argued. His sudden outburst propelled him like a predator. He stalked his way closer to you, making you back into the glass wall of the greenhouse. You caught whiffs of his cologne mixed with the tropical scent of the flowers all around you. He stopped when he realized he had alarmed you. “I should not have advanced on you so quickly. I apologize.”

“It’s all right. Just habit, I guess.” You were always conscious of people touching you and getting too close. You never wanted to be the cause of their hallucinations. Loki felt relieved that he hadn’t scared you off. His shadow stood ahead of him, rubbing your arm with the back of his fingertips, trying to mollify your anxiousness.

Loki watched and waited as you settled. Jealousy festered in his body at the sight of his shadow being able to comfort you and he couldn’t. “You look… breathtaking, by the way.” He tried to soothe.

“You already said that,” you said curtly, blushing. Loki loved your blush. He loved getting under your skin and teasing you.

“Is your new lover here with you tonight? Got sick of the real superheroes, had to get yourself a pretend one?” he tried deflecting. Loki smirked looking through the glass and out to the party to see if he could spot Cavill.

“As I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me once I stepped foot out of your room,” you said quoting him from the last time you spoke. “So, it’s none of your business whether or not Henry and I are together.”

“But you are…together?” he asked. His stare was unwavering, demanding an answer to his desperate question.

“I don’t need this right now!” You were angry and speechless. He doesn’t have the right to question your life’s choices especially when he wanted no part of them in the first place.

You moved to get away from his shadow’s hold and out of the greenhouse. Loki followed you close. “Fox, please. Stop.”

“Why are you even here, Loki?” you called back, briskly walking towards the exit. “You knew this was- This was my spot. MY SPOT!” you yelled, turning abruptly towards him.

“Because I wanted a chance to talk to you in private! Without the cameras or the paparazzi. Without some life-or-death mission hanging over our heads. I needed to see your face again, without all these people trying to steal your attention away from me.” He stopped and watched you reach for the door to go outside. “I’m sorry, Vixen.”

Vixen.

Feelings you thought you had buried deep down inside of you started to resurface. All because of that name he used. The one he would whisper as he called for you in his arms late at night. The name he used when he made you laugh so hard the only way to stop you was to kiss you.

The one name he knew would stop you in your tracks… because it was the one name he used when he was about to touch you himself.

“I am sorry if I ever made you feel…”

“Unworthy? Incapable? Useless?!” you turned as you accused him.

“Unwanted,” he finished.

Real tears fell down your face now. Loki cupped your cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. You could feel the heat in his touch. The energy. You’ve felt it with his shadow, but there was always something electrifying and passionate when Loki touched you himself.

It was a luxury to feel this connection with someone. To feel the warmth from his fingers. The callouses in his palms. You imagined feeling his soft lips on you once again until you stopped yourself. It was a dangerous path to have such expectations right now. You opened your teary eyes to find Loki watching you.

His eyes darted around to your surroundings before he closed them and tried to focus back on you. “You are very much wanted, Vixen. I just couldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted you back then.”

He opened his eyes to yours. The swirl of emotion in them was breathtaking. It was then that you saw his true face for the first time. His emotions. His thoughts. He was stripped of his armor and his pretenses. You felt as if you two were the only thing that existed in that time and space. As if he were holding his life, right there cupped in between his hands.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he continued his confession. “I am a jealous god. You know this. I didn’t want to share you with anybody. I wanted to keep you to myself. To keep you from the world. I was afraid that you would tire of me like you did with being an Avenger. Cast me out after seeing what the world out there could offer you.”

Loki placed his forehead to yours, feeling your breath on his lips. He bared it all for you tonight. He admitted something you knew was difficult for him to confess.

But could it erase what he made you feel for wanting to follow your dreams? Horrible and selfish. Untalented. Unwanted.

“I love you.” Your eyes grew wide at his expression. “I loved you then. I’ve loved you since. I am still deeply in love with you. Even now, when you’re about to run away from me, my heart won’t let me forget you. I was afraid that I would have no place in the world that you were creating for yourself. So, for that, I am sorry.” You closed your eyes and lingered in his touch a while longer.

“I wanted to apologize. I never got a chance to see you again after our fight, and I regret that I never made amends to you. You had every right to follow your path. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I should’ve supported you.” His thumb caressed your cheeks back and forth. You always did have the softest skin, unblemished by anyone else’s touch, he thought. ��“You don’t have to say it back. You don’t have to say anything at all. And if you want to leave now, I won’t stop you. Never again. But I just needed you to know how I felt.”

Do you love him? You asked yourself as you looked into his variegated eyes. Did you spend every night thinking about him? Did you ignore the compound, and your friends, this past year just to avoid seeing him again? Afraid that he would have someone new in his life? Did you miss his voice when he says your name? His kisses? His touch?

“Yes,” you answered yourself. Loki’s brows knitted in confusion. “Loki, I understand now. Thank you… what I said to you back then, I was angry, but...” you tried to start.

Loki smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We were both angry and said things we didn’t mean. Me more than you. Please don’t apologize. Least of all to me.” He exhaled as his eyes darted around again. You nodded your head, accepting his grace- forgiving you without having to apologize.

You looked up at his eyes, filled with wonder, “What do you see? When you touch me?” you asked gently. All this time you never thought to ask him.

“I see what I always see. Since the very first time I touched you. Do you remember?” You shook your head no. “They showed a picture of it on the talk show.” Realization sunk in. “I was wiping your tears just like now.”

Loki looked around again and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “I see home. I see the woods that used to grow behind the castle walls. Thor and I used to sneak out when we were children and climb the trees. The same woods we used as hunting grounds when we got older. Would you like to see it?”

No one had ever asked you that before. No one had ever had the power to do that before! You nodded and faint green smoke rose from his fingers. Your vision got blurry as the greenhouse was replaced by a dense forest. The trees were tall and luscious. Strands of warm light filtered through the canopy above shining down on the emerald grass below.

“Come with me.” Loki held your hand as he walked further into the woods. Dead leaves and twigs crunched at your feet as a soft breeze blew through the lace of your dress giving you goosebumps. “There’s a glade up ahead where we can just lay on the grass. I used to spend my free time there, letting the hours idle away.” The thought made you smile.

Sure enough, a clearing began to form up ahead. Long, soft grass weaved itself as it grew amongst large wildflowers. The filtered light from the canopy above made the blooms shine like jewels on a bed of velvet.

“I have yet to see anywhere comparable to this place on Midgard,” Loki said circling the glade, a look of homesickness in his eyes. “That metropolis has nothing compared to the splendor of these woods.”

“It’s beautiful.” You said walking towards him. A path of small wildflowers blooming with every step you made.

“Thank you. It is beautiful. But still an illusion. We are still very much in the greenhouse by the compound. You’re just seeing what I’m seeing at the moment.” You reached out towards a tree and felt cold glass instead of bark.

“You see this every time you’ve touched me? Every time we’ve…”

“Hmm,” Loki nodded solemnly. “Sometimes it's these woods. Other times it's my bedchambers in the palace. Yet, every time I’m with you, I see this- my childhood home. I haven’t been back since you left.” Loki bent down and picked up a wildflower that had grown in your stride. “I try to conjure it myself, but it never feels the same. The colors aren’t as vibrant. Not as much warmth.” He placed the flower on your ear, pushing your stray hair back. His hands ventured further down, tracing the beads of your sleeves.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

“You’ve missed me? Or you’ve missed my powers and that they can bring you home?” you asked slightly jilted.

Loki looked deeply into your eyes as he turned you into his embrace. Your hands fell onto his arms and the look he gave you stole your breath away. “You are my home,” he confessed with a passion and honesty you’ve never heard from him before.

He wasted no time. He gave you no warning as he conceded to his urges and kissed you fervidly. The soft lips you were fantasizing about earlier painted a poor picture of his actual kiss. Soft yet demanding. Giving, yet always ravenous. It was as if no time had passed between you two. You were back in his arms kissing him and it felt like he described it. Home.

“All I ever wanted was to have you here in my arms,” he breathed in between kisses. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him back to you for another kiss. His arms wrapped selfishly around you, holding you tighter to him.

The heat was too much. It’s been so long since you’ve been held so intimately. But with Loki’s lips devoted to your neck, you would burn gladly. You would die happily on this pyre- as the last thing you would hear would be Loki moaning in your ears.

You were lost in his haze, caught up in the moment with the feel of his body against yours. He pushed you against the tree and you felt the cold glass of the greenhouse against your back.

Loki towered over you, “Tell me you want this,” he whispered onto your noxious skin. “Tell me you’ve missed this and want this with me.” He looked into your eyes, imploring something deep and vulnerable inside you.

“I do, Loki. I want this with you” You moaned holding tight against his grip. You felt his hands gather your dress skirt. Slowly his hands wandered, savoring the feel of your soft skin. His hallucinations were getting more and more vivid. Believable. Or perhaps it was just his kiss, sending you into slight delirium yourself.

Loki hurriedly took off his suit jacket and flung it across the room. He knelt in front of you, in between your parted legs as he raised your left knee above his shoulders- kissing his way up to your inner thighs. “Loki is this real?” you asked looking around you.

“Gods, I hope so,” he prayed, leaving a mark on your thigh. He kissed his way up to your core and licked you through the fabric of your panties. You heard the sheer cotton tear as his fingers brushed up against your eager clit.

Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling when he licked a wide stripe in between your folds. Your knees buckled at the sensation and soon you were reaching around yourself for something to hold. Something to keep you up as Loki lost himself in your wet arousal.

The cold glass of the greenhouse was replaced by the feeling of something warm and sturdy behind you. You looked up to see that Loki’s shadow had positioned himself to where his chest was flushed against your back- his dark hands roaming your body. His arms reached forward to hold your dress up above your waist, aiding Loki in his endeavors.

You felt a kiss on your neck, a quick peck as if he was asking for permission or giving you a warning. You yelped as his shadow quickly lifted you by your hips and Loki pushed both your knees up for his shadow to hold.

“Loki!”

“Yes, my love?” he asked as he continued to latch his mouth and draw on your aching cunt. Loki’s shadow spread your legs. You were splayed open and exposed. Leaving Loki to devote his tongue to you. You reached up and ran your hands through his shadow's hair, pulling as he sweetly kissed your neck.

You couldn’t help the moans and loud whimpers escaping your lips. You bucked your hips onto Loki’s face as your head reared back onto his shadow’s shoulders.

“Come for me, Fox. Let me hear you,” he commanded as he continued his consumption of you. “Let me taste you again. Give me what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving.” He said the last words to your tormented clit. You shuddered violently as moans and whimpers of his name fell from your lips. “That’s it. There you go, Vixen,” he cooed as he drank your arousal and lapped around your thighs.

His shadow laid you down gently and you felt the plush pillows and cold blankets from the greenhouse corner underneath you. A warring sensation against the heat of Loki’s body pressed on top of you. A bit of reality mixed in with the illusion Loki was scarcely hanging on to.

His hands fondled your every curve and every soft line. You cupped his face and led him to your kiss. His soft lips quivered when you reached in between your bodies and stroked his clothed erection. So hard and so tight. He breathed a sigh of relief when you unzipped his pants and stroked him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. Your name followed next as he bucked his hips into your hand. “Vixen…tell me you’re mine,” he panted. He kissed you hard, not letting you reply, afraid of your answer. You lined him up next to your expecting cunt and pulled him inside you.

You bit your lip and moaned as the look of pure pleasure radiated through your face. “Tell me…” he tried again as he pushed his hips into you repeatedly.

“I love you, Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrows slanted skeptically, stilling his movements and letting your words sink into his thoughts. “I’ve always been yours.” You admitted.

His kiss was magic. It was passion and life. Remorse and reconciliation all at once. He began his movements again at a steady pace, savoring your tight walls around him. You could feel the ridges on his shaft with every euphoric pull and thrust. His head bowed at the sheer power of your declaration. “Say it again…” he whispered.

“I’m yours,” you moaned.

“…say it…” he bit his lips. “…ag-again…please…” His eyes were closed as he focused on the agonizingly drawn-out movements of his hips to yours.

“I love you, Loki,” you cried as he slammed against you. You squeezed around him finally pushing him off that edge. Loosening the tight hold he had on his pleasure and pouring it all into you. The wave of bliss hit you hard and you came onto his throbbing cock at the same time.

Spent and panting next to you, Loki held you close. His kisses were endless. Your cheeks and jaw would be bruised tomorrow from the affection he was showering you with. His hands were always touching you. Your neck, your face. Your thigh that was wrapped around his legs. You lost all track of time being with the god of mischief and soon the bright sunlight that trickled down to the forest floor was replaced by the harsh glare of the greenhouse overhead lamp.

Loki had little strength left to keep the illusion up any longer. He seemed weary but content. You kissed him fleetingly as you sat up back to reality. “Stay,” he said softly. “The one thing I didn’t say last time…I’m saying it now. Don’t go. Stay.” His hands held yours tightly.

So many feelings were attached to that one word. The weight of it crushing your heart. “I’m not asking you to give up your life. I’m not asking you to stay just for the night either. I’m asking for you to just be,” he smiled at you. “Be who you want to be and I will support you like I should have.”

You crawled back to him, settling your head on your propped-up elbows, while your other hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “And if I decide to go?”

“Then I’ll do the one thing I should’ve done last time but didn’t.” he smiled as you looked at him expectantly. “I’ll follow you.”

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Worldbuilding H/C: Soulmates

So this will be just be the general head-canons about how the different cultures in HSR would be structures in a soulmate AU (alias how soulmates influenced laws and cultures), and how the playable characters view them. I will later add a image for each character. When we are induced to new cultures in the game i might add a part 2 to this.

Soulmates are general confirmed and accepted, nobody is really denying that they exist. But depending on who your soulmate is you might find stark differences in how they will view you and what is expected of you. For given that soulmates are confirmed for centuries, this knowledge shaped societies -some in culture, some even in law. Each planet has they own way of doing this.

Overall it is believed that the soulmate marks where blessing send out by the Aeons, a gift that all of them send out in junction. These soulmates have three parts; The first is Sign -a physical mark on the body -each match have a tattoo that both of them have since birth, absolute matching one-another in shape and placement. Second is Recognition -there is a instinctive bond between soulmates to protect and trust. Not enough to control once actions, but enough to sway the undecided. Hereby it doesn't matter if they even know their soulmate is involved -if for example a ship is in danger, and a soulmate has a match on that ship without knowing or any indications, the soulmate will lean towards protecting the ship. The last is different for each race; Protection will give what a match needs to stay together. If one soulmate ages slower than the other, their match will age normally till they reach the physical age of their soulmate, then have their aging slow down to the same space. If a soulmates race has a special ability like breathing under water or immunity to fire, then that will carry over.

In Belebog soulmates rarely found each other, what with the Eternal Freeze and later even with the ban between Under- and Overworld. Therefore people will be pretty open to marry somebody who is not their soulmate. That is if you haven't meet or have already lost their soulmate. If someone were to pursue someone else while their match is right next to them it would still turn some confused heads. But it isn't unheard of. Still, finding your match is considered special. The Landau Siblings, Gepard and Serval are a bit out the norm, wanting to wait for their soulmates. They haven't mentioned it to their parents, neither wanting to deal with the backlash and pressure to continue the family line -in fact they haven't even told each other. As for Bronya a romantic partner had not even been on the table till her soulmate shows up. From there on she feels lost, she doesn't want to let go of this possibility, but she also have no idea what to do with a soulmate. Others who would be blindsided by a match showing up where Natasha and Seele. Nat doesn't think she deserves a soulmate, her match has to convince her to give them a chance. Seele meanwhile had regarded finding a match as a fairy tale scenario, highly unlikely -even if she claimed to wait for them to stop her admirers. It was only a line, you know. Sampo is open-minded to finding a soulmate, but isn't searching or waiting. Pela used to believe she would find her soulmate and was ready to fight for that. Then she was sent to the frontlines of the Eternal Freeze and decided to give up and focus on reality.

(Characters: Gepard Serval Bronya Natasha Seele Sampo)

People of the Xianzhou Alliance are the complete opposite. They believe that matches are scared and married from birth. It is not only outlawed, but unthinkable to be with anyone outside the Bond. Soulmates are often refers to as Kindreds. Found matches will usually move together that very same day. Exceptions are made for kids, in which case they will have constantly alternating sleepovers. Xianzhou and Foxians share they longevity with they matches, while Vidyadhara share they reincarnation-cycle ability. One would think that make it easier to find their match, and really each ship has they citizens register their Signs and there is open communications to help everyone find their spouse. But there is also a danger in that; matches are thought to be one of mind. Which means if a crime is committed, both soulmates receive the sentence. So if your aging acts up be careful, you don't know what your soulmate was up to. 'You didn't know' will not hold in front of their laws. However if you are the soulmate of Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan or Yukong, it's up to school with you. As their Kindred you are considered their second in command and must learn their people's law and train in combat. Yanqing's soulmate will face similar, but as he is still in training himself, it will be more relaxed. Each of them will of course be with you every step of the way. Sushang is currently searching for you. Tingyun is content to wait for you, she collets trinkets over the years to gift you when you finally meet. Qingque has only just returned from a Search so she is currently focusing on her own life, but she has diaries about her searches she plans to gift her soulmate. Loucha is more a nomad, so he doesn't consider you his spouse yet and fully plans to woe you off your feet, but he has high regard for the soulmate traditions of the Xianzhou and might be quickly influenced by them. Just keep in mind to set boundaries early with any of them, they respect you to much to overstep even if those boundaries are things they are unfamiliar with.

(Characters: Jing Yuan Fu Xuan Yukong Yanqing Sushang Tingyun Qingque Loucha)

Space-Nomads have an interesting case where either each member of the group stays true to their home world's culture or a group has developed their own soulmate culture while traveling together. Other space nomads go with a mix of the two. But overall they experienced enough other cultures that they will have no problem adjusting to their soulmate's culture.

The Nameless mostly go by their home-world's culture, mainly since the culture that Pom-Pom says used to exist on the Express died before Himeko rediscovered said train. Still there are things they picked up from the conductor. Like calling Soulmates 'Soulcompasses' or just one's 'Compass'. Also, Pom-Pom considers each Nameless' match another guest of the Express and will cry if they don't board and travel with them. March 7 pretty much adopted his approach since she has no homeworld-culture to fall back on; in her mind a couple could take as long as they wanted to get together, as long both trailblazed together. Himeko is close to this ideal as well, but she wouldn't pressure someone into coming along. She can always visit with stories and souvenirs in tow. Her homeworld-culture teaches that no relationship is to be taken for granted, you don't own your soulmate, and sometimes they don't work out and that is okay. Welt is undecided on the tropic of soulmates, he has seen a lot. A soulmate is kind of unreal, but he won't push you away. The people of his world believe soulmates always work, but sometimes they don't work out right away. People are shaped by experiences. This means that at times matches can know each other for before they klick or even like each other. That being said he would never let anything happen to you if he could prevent it. Dan Heng has no problem connecting his heritage with the Express traditions, but from his experience traveling different worlds decides to give his 'Kindred Compass' the control on how fast the relationship goes. That said he is desperately hunting for his soulmate. Who knows what happen if they go to Loufu searching for him? He has to find them to at least warn them. The Trailblazer meanwhile, having no culture to remember, just adopts everybody's culture. Soulmates confuse them, but finding one's compass is good, yes?

(Characters Himeko Welt Yang March 7 Dan Heng Stelle Caelus)

Then you have the Stellaron Hunters. These guys are okay to play around or even marry prior to meeting their soulmate. But once they do, whatever relationship they had prior is over. No buts. Given how much they deal with the 'script', they will know when they will meet you and be ready a day or two early. They call the day of the meeting Destiny Call. Kafka confused everyone by bringing flowers to a fight the day she was to meet you. Silver Wolf thinks that is coming on too strong, but still makes sure to look her best on her Destiny Call. In contrast Blade will try to get a rise out of his soulmate the first time you meet. In his mind, his Fated One should know what they are getting into. They do take their other half a tad for granted, but that doesn't mean their aren't prepared to woe you for years to come.

(Characters: Kafka Silver Wolf Blade)

Now the crew of Herta's Space-Station all exclusively go by their home-world traditions. Except Herta herself. Herta has a pop-quiz ready that she will jump at you the moment she knows that you are her soulmate and make a plan based on your answers. Asta's world is neutral towards soulmates, but you only ever gift pearls or chocolate to a soulmate. So a relationship with her would be pretty normal. Except she won't stand for anyone giving you chocolate or you giving cholate out, not even to kids. Arlan has a plan on how to woe his soulmate -it goes flying out of the window the second he meets you. At his home planet you place your soulmate first before everything. There are laws against hurting one's soulmate, so he takes this very serious. Also, unlike some planets, Signs are thought as intimate, usually covered up. So if his soulmate were to show them off, he would be a blushing mess.

(Characters: Herta Asta Arlan)

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matrixbearer2024 · 4 days

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I just realized that two of the three triplets use Latin phrases as a sign-off like daddy dearest except for one who just doesn't even bother LOL

Like, Aeschylus carries a journal around with him to jot down notes about his day to day. More like a diary than something for research but it's spliced in there, he signs off with "Vincit qui patitur" which directly translates to: "He who suffers, conquers" which is just another way to say: "He who perseveres is victorious". Literally copied his old man with another flavor of: "Through hardships to the stars" LMFAO

Athena always signs off her prose or writing with her alias, but when she writes academic papers or letters, she signs it with: "Audaces fortuna juvat" otherwise known as "Fortune favors the bold/brave". She's a risk taker unlike Aeschylus so it makes sense that she uses this phrase. It's still funny to me that she even signs off with a Latin phrase to begin with but we ball LOL

Meanwhile Alex doesn't even use sign-offs thinking it's too old fashioned or geeky. He just uses the ordinary letter sign-offs compared to the fancy things his siblings pull.

Of a similar vein, imagine somebody asking you and Ford who your favorite kid is. The answer should be really straightforward right? That they're all your favorites?

Yeah, and that is true for you since you love the triplets all the same. Ford's system for it however is so convoluted it's actually hilarious how saying that all of them are his favorite is true by sheer technicality.

If Aeschylus doesn't randomly bring home some random thing or creature he found in the forest- automatic favorite.

If Alex doesn't come back tracking mud in the cabin after a long day of play- now he's the favorite.

If Athena doesn't burn down the kitchen trying to create something edible- then she's the favorite.

If Aeschylus doesn't return home with any injuries whatsoever, he's once again the favorite-

Then if Alex returns without any random thing or treat he swiped since he has sticky fingers- he's the favorite again!

Pile on Athena not trying to take apart any of her toys? Back to her!

And it switches and switches and switches so often that they all really are his favorites.

You couldn't help but sit down and laugh when he explained everything to you in such great detail one night that you legitimately wondered how long he thought it over for. Stanford couldn't help but pout when you just kept giggling after he explained, he just wanted to make sure the triplets were loved equally and for who they were.

It wasn't a privilege he was granted as a kid after all, as much as he hates that fact.

You both spent that night watching movies and talking about the triplets, thankfully those three were already asleep in their beds at this point and time too.

Now... to figure out how to put your husband in the same restful state as them. Sometimes you don't know which is more difficult between them all to enforce bedtime, Stanford or the kids.

Ford simply rolled his eyes at you when he noticed you giggling again, what could you possibly have found funny now???

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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The train ran through Gotham erratically, giving no signs as to were it would twist or turn next. There were many times it would suddenly lurch skyward only to fall back down a minute later.

The bats and birds had been forced to evacuate a large section of the city just because this thing kept plowing through trees and buildings like they were made of tinfoil, but would also turn intangible at seemingly random intervals. What was going on?

The train finally crashed into the ground at a ninety degree angle and the whole thing fell limp. It let out a sharp hiss as steam began to flow out from beneath it, it probably would have been really cool if it wasn't so comical. Finally the bats were able to approach without being flung off or dropped from the sudden intangiblity and they entered quickly, expecting a fight. Instead they found two boys, one with black hair and blue eyes and the other with white and green. They stared at them wide eyed as if they were the ones who should be surprised.

Nightwing groaned, mentally preparing to have two more little brothers. Batman took charge and asked them what thier names were. One gave what they assumed was a real name, Rin Okumura and the other gave an alias, Phantom. Scanning the scene as the two boys bickering he found a tied up woman with the bottom half of her body in the form of a giant spider.

"Don't touch. Demon." The boy with blue eyes told them in broken English, his tail waving behind him anxiously.

"She ate the conductor and everyone else on the train." The glowing one said.

Red Robin and Nightwing turned to them wide eyed, "She ate them?!"

The boys nodded, and Rin sheepishly added in Japanese, "Thats why the train was out of control. We...uh...didn't know how to drive."

They explained, separately due to Rin only really knowing Japanese. Appearently both teens were from different dimensions or realities, the adoption bait belonged to a group of people that fought supernatural beings and the magic users calling themselves "Excorsists" and they were basically in a secret war with the demons of a hell dimension called Gahena. Rin was a half demon and his father was high up in the hiarchy so from what they gathered people were pretty regularly racist toward him and Rin had normalized it. Nightwing already wanted to comfort his new baby brother.

Phantom didn't really explain anything, only saying he didn't mean harm. Which, fair.

Batman offered them a place to stay but they refused citing that they had schoo- places to be soon and they needed to get going. Phantom brought out a glowing map and ordered it to take them home.

A moment passed before the boys seemed distressed. Opening the map they found words forming in it in both English and Japanese, stating that there were no portals leading to either boys homes nor the Infinite Realms due to the presence of the Lazarus Pits. The boys looked at each other worried. Niether knew what the Lazarus Pits even were or had heard of them before. The way they got here was through the Spectral Express, which not only did they not know how to operate, but was currently totalled.

Bruce again offered them a place to stay and Rin excepted, but Phantom refused and chose to rough it in the wilderness outside the city despite the batfams warnings that that was a terrible idea. The words, "It'll be fine. I'm already dead." Shocked them long enough for Phantom to escape.

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Blue Excorsist x Danny Phantom x Batman crossover my beloved <3

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #dp x dc #blue excorsist #so thats how you spell it #spellcheck has failed me yet again #danny fenton #rin okumura #babies need love and to be taken out of cruel hateful environments #they deserve better #red robin #nightwing #batman #spirit train #shenanigans #danny phantom x batman x blue excorsist

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 8 months

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💖 Angel Dust 💖

VOs:

Michael Kovach (pilot)

Blake Roman (series)

Theme songs:

Canon:

AU:

Fave quote:

“IT’S NOT AN ACT!!! It's who I need to be. [Crosses arms to chest.] And this... [Gestures to the redlight street.] This is my escape! Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... Everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process, if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go...”

Basics:

True name: Anthony

Surname (AU): Romano-D'Amico

Birthday: 1st of April

Sex: Male

Year of Death: 1947

Cause of Death: Drug overdose (angel dust)

Sexuality: Gay

Age: 30s (biological)

Zodiac sign: Aries ♈️

Height: 8ft (including the heels he wears)

Nationality: Italian 🇮🇹

Bed type: Submissive

Species:

• Human being (formerly)

• Sinner Demon (jumping spider)

Style of speech: Slang

<> Accent(s):

<> New Yorker (standard)

<> Italian twang (when really emotional)

Occupation(s):

• Adult film star (pornography)

• Sex worker

• Drag queen

Other:

• Unnamed mafia (formerly 💀)

Likes:

• Husk (implied)

• Drugs

• Being abrasive

• Pranks

• Getting into scraps

• Cooking

• Flirting

• The colour pink

• Monetary gain

• Italian food

• Dancing (implied)

AU:

• Duets with Husk 🤭

• Pet names

<> Except for Whorebug (which is the only one he dislikes; most likely because that’s what Valentino calls him)

• Being called by his birth name

Dislikes:

• His feet

• Losing credibility

• Valentino’s abuse

• Memorising scripts

• Niffty getting into trouble

<> Niffty handling weapons

• Anyone pointing out his facade

<> Being called fake

• How expensive drugs & alcohol cost him

• Anyone else ending up like him

• Anyone discrediting his acting

• Charlie involving herself with Valentino’s affairs

• Forecast conditions

<> confirmed but not canonically shown yet ~ Viv stated that he doesn’t like weather the same way as a dog is scared of thunder

• Politics

AU:

• Being triggered when it comes to ownership of Angel & Husk’s (respective) “owners”

• Niffty being talked about (negatively)

• Kat’s life choices

<> Her occupation of being an exotic dancer (because it hits too close to home for Angel and wished she picked a more safer career)

<> Her doing drugs

<> Her rebellion

• Being called “kid” by Husk (considering technically Angel is older than him in Hell since he died first 🤣)

• People being ageist and vindictive about his relationship with Husk

Flaws:

• Agoraphobia (anxiety disorder)

<> PTSD

<> Panic disorder

<> Specific phobias

• Animotophobia (fear of emotions)

• Drug addict

• Victim of abuse (by Valentino)

<> Emotionally

<> Sexually (SA)

<> Mentally

<> Physically

• Neurotic

<> Particularly when really, really REALLY pissed off

• Alcoholic

• PTSD

<> Age regression (very common in people with PTSD)

• ADHD

• Self esteem issues (emotionally)

• Physical strength

• Low Frustrated Tolerance

• Self destructive

• Nymphomania (sex addict)

• Parasomnia

<> Night terrors

<> Insomnia

<> Sleep paralysis

<> Sexsomnia 🤣

• Borderline Personality Disorder (environmental)

Strengths:

• High alcohol tolerance

• Carnality

• Character growth (potentially)

<> To the point where Angel Dust may even drop his alias and just become “Anthony”

• Clean (drug-free)

• Physical attractiveness

Romantic interests:

Ex-boyfriend: Valentino (indirectly implied)

<> Definitely hinted at in the song “Poison” — obviously very early into the relationship before things went severely downhill

Husk (canonically implied)

AU/RP:

Stolas of the Ars Goetia (FWB / client)

Axel White (FWB / client)

Family:

Mother: Unnamed

Father: Henroin

(older) Brother: Arackniss

(fraternal) twin sister: Molly

Other (surrogate family):

(surrogate) Sister: Charlie Morningstar

(surrogate) Daughter: Niffty 😂

(surrogate) Daughter: Crymini (TBA)

Role-play (RP):

Husband: Husk 🤭

(surrogate) Sister: Snow Dust (OC)

(bio) Daughter 1#: Kat Dust (OC)

(Future) Daughter-in-law: T.J. Buckzo

(bio) Daughter 2#: Luster Dust (OC)

Aliases:

• Angie (by Cherri Bomb)

• Mi Amore (by Valentino 🤮)

<> Angel Cakes

• Whorebug (by Sir Pentious)

<> Spider

<> Striped Freak

• My Effeminate Fellow (by Alastor)

• Angel

• Slut (by Travis)

AU:

• Anthony (by Husk 🥰)

* Tony

* Ant

(Given the nickname because of how antsy Angel is and can be with his ADHD ~ also for the fact that it’s hilarious that he’s a spider only to be called another insect name)

<> Baby etc

<> Mama (affectionately)

<> Little Incubus

<> Loser (affectionately)

<> Baby doll / baby girl

• A.D. (by T.J., Snow Dust & Blitz)

• Papà (by Luster)

• Daddy (by Kat)

• Fratellino (by Arackniss)

Translation: “Little Brother”

<> Tony

• Romano-D’Amico (AU surname)

Affiliations:

• Hazbin Hotel (patron)

• Porn Studios (workplace)

• The Vee Tower (formerly residency)

<> Not confirmed but definitely implied in the music video “Poison” and “ADDICT”

Other:

• The Black Dot (1x04)

• Consent (1x06)

Friends:

• Charlie Morningstar

• Cherri Bomb (close friend)

• Niffty

• Husk (best friend — TBA)

<> Vivziepop has previously described Husk as Angel's "best friend" during later development streams for the pilot, suggesting that their relationship may be planned to greatly improve

Others:

• Fat Nuggets (pet)

Porn Studio employees (co-workers):

<> Dia

<> Summer

<> Kitty

<> Travis (client & director)

The Vees (acquainted):

<> Vox

<> Velvette

Hazbin Hotel employees (acquainted):

<> Alastor

<> Vaggie

• Sir Pentious (former enemy)

<> Egg Boiz (former enemies)

• Tiffany Titfucker (rival)

RP:

Axel (rival —> one sided)

Enemies:

• Valentino (boss, pimp, and owner)

• Sir Pentious (formerly)

• Exorcists

<> Adam

<> Lute

Abilities:

• Retractable set of arms

• Weapon proficiency

• Weather sensitivity

• Athleticism

• Cooking

• Bilingualism

<> Can speak one or two languages only; which is much different to multilingualism)

• Flexibility

Appearance & Personality:

Angel has a slender build and is the tallest of the main cast of characters. He is estimated to stand around 8 feet with his heels on.

His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area.

His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick.

His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center, a feature he shares with his boss, Valentino. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes.

One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show.

Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves.

Though usually depicted with six limbs, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will.

In background artwork seen in the pilot, Angel Dust's feet resemble those of a spider's.

How would you describe Angel Dust’s personality?

• Reckless

• Sexual (OTT)

• Sarcastic

• Sharp-witted

• Destructive

• Playful

• Vulgar

• Confident (excessive)

• Flippant

• Callous

• Cynical

<> Particularly about the idea of redemption however has a small hopeful part that it’s possible for him

As Anthony:

• Defensive

• Family orientated

• Shy

<> Through copping constant abuse from Valentino which would often make him nervous in his presence

• Hopeful

• Self assertive (outside the Porn Studios contract)

• Volatile

• Comedic (genuinely)

• Inferior

<> Seen when Charlie declared Sir Pentious as “official patron” at the Hazbin Hotel

• Attentive

<> Seen when Angel Dust rejected Cherri Bomb’s offered drugs after Husk mentioned about “undoing his progress”

• Protective

• Traumatised (via “Poison” at the end)

• Broken

Trivia:

• When it comes to physical contact Angel Dust always backs away (which is common in SA victims) seen with both Husk in “Masquerade” to bring him back to the hotel and Vaggie when throwing him off the building for a trust exercise

• The more Angel Dust (Anthony) gets upset the more his (New Yorker) accent gets thicker and automatically breaks out of his persona

• If Angel Dust hadn’t died at 30 years old he would have been around the same age as Husk if not somewhere between 12 years younger

<> However Angel is actually older than Husk down in Hell because he died first (which is kinda cool)

• Angel & Charlie have a “brother/sister” relationship (both Headcanon and implied but not confirmed)

• In a earlier draft of Angel’s character it appeared that when he blushed it showed on his upper body (face and chest area)

• Blake Roman (Angel Dust’s VA in the Hazbin Hotel series) is a huge Huskerdust fan

• Angel Dust’s birthday lands on April Fools Day (which explains he loves pranks so much 🤭)

• The name Anthony may come from the word "antonia", which means "priceless/praiseworthy and or beautiful".

<> His real name officially appears in the episode "Masquerade", signed on Valentino's soul contract.

• "Angel Dust" is Angel's chosen all-encompassing persona name, and one he uses exclusively in place of his actual name. It is intended as multipurpose for both his drag queen persona and his sex-work persona.[30] It is also a possible reference to his mode of death, a drug overdose.

* Whenever Angel is outside of work and doesn't feel the need to maintain his public persona, he prefers to dress in very cozy, comfortable, unsexualized clothing.

• In an earlier development stream, when asked if Angel is venomous, Vivziepop stated she did not think Angel was venomous due to being based on the jumping spider. However, she returns to this in a later stream, stating that Angel's bite may be venomous. But, that venom in Hell can't actually kill anyone, it just causes temporary pain or disfigurement and making them fall ill.

• During the gang war with Sir Pentious, when Angel's shadow is cast behind him, it appears much larger than him, with six arms and glowing red eyes. This implies that Angel can possibly transform into a larger form like other sinner demons.

References:

https://hazbinhotel.fandom.com/wiki/Angel_Dust

#SoundCloud #Spotify #angel dust #blake roman

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handeaux · 10 months

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Don’t Eat The Oatmeal! The Curious Case Of The Dayton Street Poisoner

Among the most peculiar crimes ever recorded in Cincinnati was the mystery within a mystery spawned by breakfast at 912 Dayton Street on the morning of Friday, March 30, 1900.

Four generations lived in a two-story house at that address, owned by a renowned and aged Methodist minister, the Rev. Dr. Mordecai J.W. Ambrose. Doctor Ambrose was in poor health and was attended by a full-time nurse named Ellen M. Galvin. Also living under his roof were Ambrose’s daughter, Francephin, her husband Charles A. Aiken, their divorced daughter Susie Winold, and Susie’s two young children, Harold and Frances. A couple of weeks earlier, the Aikens had hired a servant girl who said her name was Violet Foster.

On the morning of March 30, Mr. Aiken arose early and left for his job at the American Book Company. Mrs. Aiken, Mrs. Winold, Harold, Frances, and Miss Galvin sat down to breakfast about 9:00 a.m. The new servant girl served an egg dish, but Mrs. Aiken sent it back and claimed the eggs were stale. The servant then offered oatmeal and served a portion to everyone except Mrs. Winold, who said she was not hungry. As the family got up from the table, everyone but Mrs. Winold complained of stomach pains and several became violently ill. Mrs. Winold ran to the kitchen to find the servant girl but she was not there. Mrs. Winold eventually located her upstairs in her room, apparently also ill.

Mrs. Winold called for a doctor who lived in the neighborhood. He immediately diagnosed arsenic poisoning. After caring for the obviously ill, he took one look at Violet Foster and determined that she was faking her symptoms. Someone called the police. The doctor’s suspicions were confirmed when a police detective ordered the servant girl downstairs and she got up immediately, showing no further evidence that she was in any sort of distress. Thanks to the doctor’s timely attentions, none of the poisoning victims died.

Police visited several neighborhood pharmacies. At the Overbeck drug store, employees identified Violet Foster as the woman who had purchased arsenic the evening before. Pharmacies at that time recorded the names of anyone who bought poisonous substances, and the young woman signed for the arsenic as Lena Heigh. It looked like a simple case of attempted homicide until Violet Foster, alias Lena Heigh, confessed.

The local newspapers swarmed to this story because Susie Winold and her children had created a front-page sensation in Cincinnati the previous year. Susie married a traveling salesman named Charles O. Winold in 1892. He was from Massillon, Ohio, and his job took him over most of the eastern United States. Over the years, the marriage soured. Charles blamed his mother-in-law. Whatever the cause, Susie moved out, taking her children, and relocated to South Dakota. Charles knew she was establishing residency to get an accelerated divorce, so he tracked her down and kidnapped their children. Charles first brought Harold and Frances back to his parents’ home in Massillon, then took them to Brooklyn. A nationwide search for the abducted children resulted in their discovery in Hoboken, New Jersey. Susie, now freshly divorced, and Charles met in a Brooklyn courtroom where she was awarded custody and he got weekly visitation. Charles made only minor efforts to see his children as his business kept him traveling, but neighbors began to report him watching the house on Dayton Street.

Violet Foster, under police interrogation, claimed that it was Charles Winold himself who forced her to buy the arsenic and that it was Charles Winold who had placed the arsenic in the oatmeal. Winold, the servant girl claimed, had appeared at the kitchen door on several occasions, explaining that he intended to kill his wife in revenge for taking his children away. As he was being dragged into this case, Winold was wending his way through his sales territory, making no effort to hide his location. He was apprehended in Baltimore and brought to Cincinnati for questioning.

Further investigation revealed that Winold had iron-clad alibis for every instance in which Violet Foster testified that he was threatening her at the Ambrose house. On the morning of the poisoning, Winold was in a Toledo hotel. The servant’s story crumbled further when police learned that her real name was Faltha Gilliam and that almost nothing she had told them about her past was true. Although she claimed her parents were dead, police found her mother, father and a handful of siblings living in poverty in Lower Price Hill.

Faltha Gilliam was tried and sentenced in Judge Rufus Smith’s courtroom in October 1900. She was sentenced to four years in the Ohio Penitentiary. At her sentencing, the newspapers reported that she had been flirting so indiscriminately with the male prisoners at the county jail that a couple of young men were ready to fight a duel over her.

Only a few newspapers looked beyond the version of the story assembled by the police and presented in court. Faltha Gilliam’s many and repeated lies called her credibility very much into question and enabled Charles Winold, confessed kidnapper, to totally escape blame. The Cincinnati Commercial Tribune [1 April 1900] published statements made by Gilliam to a reporter that suggest there might have beenh a very different motivation for the poisoning:

“The extraordinary creature admitted repeatedly yesterday that she has known and met Winold clandestinely since last December; that he knew when she secured the situation as a domestic at Dr. Ambrose’s residence in Dayton Street, and that he planned and she assisted for days in the arrangements for the commission of the crime.”

The Commercial Tribune reported that Gilliam had herself once worked as a traveling salesperson, met Winold on a train in Indiana, reunited with him in Cincinnati and that he had encouraged her to take the servant position at his ex-wife’s house. If true, Winold may have set her up to take the fall while he traveled to establish his alibis. It was never explained why Gilliam served poison oatmeal to Winold’s children after his ex-wife refused the deadly concoction.

Faltha Gilliam was released from the penitentiary a year early because of good behavior and she seems to vanish from the historical record. Charles Winold moved back to Massillon and remarried in 1905. He died from prostate cancer in 1914. Susie Winold lived a long life in service to the Methodist church and died in New Jersey, aged 80. Harold and Frances both recovered from their deadly breakfast. Frances married a man in Michigan in 1915. Harold served in the Navy through World War I, married and had a daughter. The nurse, Ellen M. Galvin, sued Dr. Ambrose, as head of the household, for hiring the poisoner without checking her background, and the pharmacy, for selling the arsenic, asking $10,400 from each. Both cases were dismissed. Although she claimed the poisoning left her unable to work, Galvin was listed as a nurse in the Cincinnati city directory for several more years.

#faltha gilliam #charles winold #susie winold #cincinnati crime

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cresvalkyrie · 5 months

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Electra, the Lost Warrior

>>> Basic Info Name: Electra Alias: Gallant (by Marianette) Species: Human (Garufan) Magic: Steel, Time Specialty: Dragon/Steel Host: Aevia Age: 17 (physical) Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her Birthday: May 19 Height: 5'8" Attribute: Resolve Trainer Class: Lost Warrior

>>> Gallery

>>> Backstory

TW: Human experimentation, exploitation, terminal illness, murder, amnesia, loss of sanity

Electra was a citizen of Eclysia in the era of the Old World. She was as happy and normal as you can imagine: loving parents, popular in school and surrounded by friends, her family well-off enough to live comfortably. She had her life all on track, and her future was bright. What more could a girl even ask for?

That is, until humanity declared war on Arceus and his followers, the Aura Wielders. The war raged on for months, ravaging the entire continent and leaving it in ruins, until humanity just barely scraped a victory by constructing an ultimate weapon using the remains of a Legendary Pokemon - one said to be on par with Arceus itself - and slew their god with it, ending the war once and for all.

What remained of Arceus's forces retreated, taking with them the golden arch that the god had left behind after its annihilation, and went into hiding. Humanity won, and they all rejoiced... or so they thought. It did not take long for them to realise that their victory was short-lived, when strange phenomena began to occur throughout the land.

The winds no longer blew. Rain and snow no longer fell. The seas stilled. The sun no longer shone. And the earth turned barren. But what was most alarming, was that Pokemon were disappearing, reduced to the same black particles Arceus did in its dying moments in front of their very eyes and it was clear humanity would be the next to suffer this grim fate.

Electra's family, like countless others, suffered immensely from this cruel war. They went from living comfortably in relative luxury, to having to starve and beg for scraps in debris just to survive. Things grew even more dire when her mother fell terribly ill one day, desperately needing medical treatment if she were to recover from it.

Out of desperation, Electra signed herself up for Garufa Inc.'s volunteer program, hoping to get the medical benefits and money she would receive as a volunteer for her mother. She had no idea just what would happen to her, but what she experienced went beyond her expectations.

For her short time as a volunteer, Electra was subject to countless cruel experiments as a host for the Archetype. And through being its vessel, she eventually gained the attributes of the Legendary Pokemon Dialga, although she was unable to display it for long periods of time. Regardless, she was thought to held promise despite being marked off as a failed vessel, and so upon her inevitable death by Genesis Syndrome, her soul was harvested and stored away to be repurposed for the Interceptor Program.

Thousands of years later, after Reset Zero had erased the Old World and built the new world over its ruins, Electra was revived as the Interceptor, taking the place of Aevia. However, being in stasis as a disembodied soul for so long had taken its toll on her, causing to lose most of her memories except for vague recollections of her old happy life in the Old World before the war happened.

Driven by these fragments of her old memories, she journeyed to find out the truth on why she was put here on Aevium, and to find a way back home. Of course, she eventually would find the truth of the Old World, and the discovery sent her off the edge so much that it drove her made from despair and grief. That was when she went down on the path of oblivion and never looked back, grasping onto the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, that if she destroyed the new world, there could be a chance that the Old World would return and she could be reunited with her family again.

And to that end, Electra used her privilege as the Interceptor to craft tools and equipment to aid her. The first being the Red Chain, that she used to subdue Spacea and Tiempa, weakening them before killing them and taking their Cores with some (unwanted) assistance from M2. Upon absorbing the Diamond Core, she gained the full powers of a Dialga, allowing her to not only manipulate time freely but also temporarily gain the form of a Dialga in battle.

The second being a killing spell, one that would permanently erase a soul from existence... but not remove other people's memories of them. This spell would later serve as the prototype for "End of Night", after it was further refined and perfected using combat data collected from the Gauntlet of Sorrow.

Either way, she was successful in her endeavours... but failed to consider that the destruction of the new world also meant her own destruction. So in the end, all her efforts were for naught, and she ultimately faded away into oblivion. And after her demise, Karma activated its protocol and rebooted the Core, resetting the world back to its original state and awaiting a new Interceptor - a new Player - to enter the script.

#renegade oc: electra

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slcwshow · 6 months

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the gentle warmth of the rising sun. love in the form of a home-cooked meal. meeting people where they are. motes of dust in a beam of light. the comforting presence of an animal companion. deep-set laughter lines. taking your time. the smell of fresh hay. the velvet hide of a newborn calf. offering someone a taste of whatever you’re cooking. keeping the door open and leaving the light on. coming when you’re called. the unshakeable belief that people will always deserve another chance.

statistics.

full name: joshua alain bennett nickname(s)/alias(es): josh, jay name meaning: god is deliverance age: thirty-six date of birth: october 16th star sign: libra place of birth: pelican town, stardew valley current location: pelican town, stardew valley gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: rancher family: thomas bennett (father), dominique bennett (mother, née alain), lisette alain (maternal grandmother), katherine ‘katie’ bennett (wife, deceased) education level: high school graduate living arrangements: lives by himself at sweet pea ranch loved gifts: hashbrowns, apples, honey hated gifts: rabbit foot, parsnips, ginger

biography. (death of a spouse tw)

Joshua was born in Stardew Valley, and had no intention of ever leaving it.

He’s a farm boy through and through - Sweet Pea Ranch is his family home, and he’s worked there since he was old enough to toddle around on his own. One of his earliest memories is of a calf being born.

Even as his childhood friends grew up and moved away, Joshua was content to keep treading water, going through the motions of small town life as naturally as breathing.

Things changed when he met Katie. She blew into town for the Stardew Valley Fair, and he was smitten with her right away.

Katie was only supposed to stay in town for a week, but a week quickly became a month, and months became a year, until it was as if she’d always been there.

After three years of dating, Joshua finally asked Katie to marry him. The ceremony was held in the Pelican Town Square, and you couldn’t’ve asked for a happier couple.

A year after Joshua and Katie got married, the couple relocated to the suburbs of Zuzu City, to be closer to Katie’s parents.

For five years, everything seemed certain. Life wasn’t easy, but it didn’t matter because they were happy - they were together. And then, with one telephone call, everything fell apart. Katie had been hit by a car as she cycled into the office she worked at, and died of her injuries en route to the hospital. Joshua didn’t get to say goodbye to her.

After Katie died, Joshua went home to his family in the Valley. He didn’t recognise himself, couldn’t make sense of his life in the city without his wife, and he couldn’t think of anything to do except go back to what he knew.

It took a long time to get back to himself, but Joshua threw himself into his work at the ranch, and as the hurt grew less, made increasing efforts to engage with the community that had always taken such good care of him.

Four years ago, Joshua’s parents left the Valley and moved south to care for his grandmother, Lisette, in her old age. He runs Sweet Pea Ranch by himself now, and he is happy… but sometimes the old farm house feels a little big for just him and his dog.

other things.

Joshua only stopped wearing his wedding ring in the last year.

He’s a big gridball guy, and proudly supports the Zuzu City Tunnellers. He was there with his dad when they won the league a few years back.

Never let this man think you’re going hungry - he will turn up on your doorstep with a bag of groceries and half a dozen foil-covered dishes, no questions asked.

All of Joshua’s cows have southern belle names (Adelaide, Beatrice, Clementine, Delia…), and his bull is called Bruce.

Work permitting, Joshua tries to speak on the phone with his family at least once a week. He also writes them frequently, and mails photos of how things are going at the ranch.

He rescued his dog, Cricket, three years ago. She’s the ranch’s only other full time employee.

#joshua: about #death tw #death of a spouse tw #dew.intro

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farore-or-less · 2 years

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The Dumpster Fire

(Updated 5/23/23)

➳ The Legend of Zelda

Chapter Fics:

Forgotten Instincts : (Rated: Explicit) Having been torn from Hylia and her sealing power, Zelda travels with Link as a companion to appease the corrupted Divine Beasts, but she must hide her identity because his memory is gone and mentality hanging by a thread. She has to live under an alias until his memory returns, even if that means he’s falling in love with the woman she’s pretending to be.

Angst / Smut / Romance / Comical / Slow Burn

How Wild It Is To Be: (Rated: Mature) Zelda’s been attending NHU for two years now, living life to the fullest in the lively, but secluded, northern city of Deku, and Link is a brand new transfer student trying to start everything over. He grew tired of the life that was laid out for him; following in his father’s footsteps, carrying the burdening title of Hyrule’s Champion, and committing to a relationship that was bound to fail. He’s looking for a new path to wander at NHU and maybe, just maybe, he’ll find himself somewhere between the luscious evergreens of Deku and the artsy bookseller with those bewitching green eyes.

College AU / Nostalgic / Drama / Personal Growth / Romance

Something Wicked This Way Comes: (Rated: Teen) Written with the lovely pastelsandpining. It seemed just like any other year when Link pushed his trolley of cluttered luggage through Platform 9¾. His final year at Hogwarts had to be memorable somehow and he was determined to make the most of it, whether it was leading his team to win the Quidditch trophy or pranking the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to wit’s end, Link was determined to make it count. What he didn’t expect, however, was to have his entire muggle-born life flipped upside down when a flustered French girl stomped into his train compartment.

Hogwarts AU / Magical / Hopelessly Romantic / Comedy / Pining

Signed, Sealed, Delivered: (Rated: Explicit) Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays Link from the swift completion of his appointed rounds. Except when he receives a gift in the mailbox from the woman he’s got the hots for.

Shameless Smut / Bad Puns / Lingerie / Happy Holidays Everyone

One Shots:

Of Midnight Findings & Revue {Sequel Coming Soon??} (Rated: Explicit) 15k Words / Male Stripping / Drinking / Corny Costumes / Midnight Romance / Smut

Milk and Cherries (Rated: Explicit) 10k Words / Lust / Wild Hunt / Untamable / Dark Enchantment / Smut

Convenient Lovesongs (Rated: Explicit) 5k Words / Modern AU / Comical / Porn With Fluff / Smut

Pumpkin Spice (Rated: Explicit) 2.8k Words / Cute Smut / Seasonal / Fluff / Pregnant Zelda / Baker Link

Rambles with Artists {Oneshot Collection} (Rated: Teen) Continuous collection of oneshots inspired by my artist friends — art is tagged and posted with each oneshot

✨Looking for a place to hang out with other Zelink fans? I help run a super chill server on discord, here’s your invite! (Must be 18 or older)✨

➳ Trigun Stampede

One Shots:

Touch Starved (Rated: Explicit) 6k Words / Indulgence / Soft Angst / Sexual Healing / Smut

Smoke and Mirrors (Rated: Explicit) 5.3k Words / Memory Recovery / Mild Angst / Comical / Lust / Car Smut

#zelink #zelink fanfic #zelink writer #zelink fanfiction #zelink fic #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 smut #AO3 fanfic #zelink community #the legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #botw #trigun fic #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash x meryl

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robinscatgirl · 9 months

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Murder Girlfriends or something like that...

I don't know how I got here but I've been plagued with the thought of writing a Tim/Jaime fic except they're both girls and bi... (I'm projecting but anywho...)

So this is set in S3 of Young Justice, and around the time I think Bart and Eduardo started dating (idc what you say, I'm positive they have something for each other)

Say during the invasion Jaime and Bart had something going on and Bart absolutely enamored Jaime but when Eduardo showed up Bart fell in love with him as well just a little more than he was with Jaime.

So ofc he breaks it off with Jaime saying "Maybe in another life." and she's devastated because she loved her fluffy-haired boy.

So Jaime starts avoiding team outings that involve most of the team couples as she would just be third-wheeling the entire time and the jealousy she would feel ofc.

Tim on the other hand spends more time in Gotham than with the Team in the Watchtower or the Hub as she's not that close with people there (I mean DC practically took away her team, her shtick, and her friends so that leaves us with her Gothamite and assassin friends)

That is attributed to most of the Team members not being really accepting of her when she became Robin as they thought she was trying to replace Jason (which rude much, didn't he replace Dick too?)

So she had a few friends some she lost when she joined Batman Inc. She still has Steph and Cass though so she's not complaining. She broke up with her girlfriend Cassie and hasn't seen any sign of them getting back together.

Somewhere along the line Jaime starts going to the Watchtower and finds Robin there. They fight a bit because she was one of Tim's close friends before she left to join Batman Inc.

Then slowly she opens up to Tim about her feelings and how things have changed. Tim is an awkward bean but comforts her. Jaime frequently visits the Watchtower after that and Tim opens up to her after a while. She tells her about being JJ, how she feels inadequate, and yadda yadda all that.. One day Tim invites her to Gotham at night and teaches her how to train surf and use her grapple (which is unnecessary but still sweet) Tension rises but the sweet kind and oh...Jaime's falling in love again and Tim has butterflies in her tummy for some weird reason.

Then Batman dies (or so they think) and Tim thinks otherwise but others tell her she's just grieving. (At this point it's mid-season four ig, I'm really straying away from cannon)

Dick is Batman and Tim is still Robin because Damian hasn't been introduced yet and is still with the league...do you see where I'm headed?

Tim dips after she finds the first clue Bruce left when he way yeeted into the time stream and makes plenty of fake aliases and assassin friends on the way.

I want to find a way to incorporate her trying to clone someone close to her but idk who.

The scene where Cassie finds Tim is replaced with Jaime but she's encouraging Tim to look for Bruce and tells her to call when she needs help.

Since she doesn't wanna tarnish the Robin name, she makes a new alias to work with Ra's.

In the cave where the assassin from the Council of Spiders tries to off them, Tim calls Jaime. She's stuck bleeding out on the floor with three half-dead assassins.

Jaime answers the call and gets them to Tim's hotel where they're abducted by League Ninjas and taken to Nanda Parbat. Tim's thrown into the pit after losing too much blood during the splenectomy and Jaime's being held captive.

I'm just world-building rn but would this be a good fic or should I just scrap the idea?

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nightshcderp · 1 month

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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Name: Morrigan Taggart

Alias: Misa Himura, Nightshade

Occupation: Villain and right hand woman to Daruma Ujiko

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthdate: December 21st

Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: Celtic

Nationality: Scottish

Blood Type: B

Voice: Rowena MacLeod - Supernatural

Place of Birth: Ballachulish, Lochaber, Scotland

Residence: No set residence

Languages: English, Gaelic, conversational Japanese (she’s still working on it)

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 140

Hair Color: Classic Red

Hair Type: Curly

Eye Color: Gemstone green

Skin Color: Fair

Body Type: Hourglass

Distinguishing Features: She covered nearly head to toe with freckles. They vary in intensity but are more clustered at her shoulders. Her skin also has a light purple tint to it when in the sunlight.

Outlook: After gaining independence from her family, Morrigan really clung to the aesthetic that caught her eye the most. She likes to call it “clinical goth” despite the ruffles and lace. She has to keep up appearances when doing her job. Certain precautions are taken when she knows she's going to be around people i.e. gloves or long sleeves.

Art by ibrielynn

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

MBTI: ENTJ

A lifetime ago, Morrigan was the doting older sibling who could be counted on for just about anything. She was kind, emphatic, and loved to mother her siblings because she felt as if they needed it; Baird, the youngest, definitely did. She extended these aspects of herself to the few friends she made. Now, years after the turning event of her life, she struggles to see how she ever had any of those endearing qualities. She has grown bitter, angry, sarcastic, and vengeful. She's prone to bouts of anger, rarely directed at her colleagues (with the exception of Dabi), and pours herself into her work.

Even if she has changed from her past, Morrigan still shows signs of her motherly tendencies. She'll ask someone if they've eaten, drank water, slept, etc. but her words come out meaner than she anticipates. She never apologizes for this.

When it comes to her work and the cause, Morrigan is extremely loyal, dedicated, and, if someone would ask her colleagues, addicted to the craft. She also has strong opinions on quirk regulation - don't get her started.

Likes: Sunny days, theatres, sewing/mending, science

Dislikes: Spiders, talking during movies, the texture of chalk

Favorite Drink: Matcha tea

Favorite Food: Hashbrowns

Favorite Color: Purple

Habits: Eye-rolling, placing hands on hips, pausing before answering, touching up and applying makeup, drinking, overworking, skin-picking

Hobbies: Phytotoxicology, reading, flower arranging

Fears: Childbirth and spiders

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Mother: Davina MacTier

Father: Alaster Taggart

Brother: Caelan Taggart (14)

Sister: Davina Taggart (14)

Brother: Baird Taggart (8)

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

Art by liighty

Art Source: Picrew

#rahhhhh MORRIGAN #mha oc #mha oc rp #bnha oc #bnha oc rp #mha rp #bnha rp #league of villians #lov

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emily-lotus · 6 months

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PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

alias / name : Emily

birthday : July 29th

zodiac sign : western; Leo (I don't remember the other signs) Eastern: Horse

height : 5' 7"

hobbies : writing, video games, cross-stitch, reading, baking, sewing

favourite colour : green

favourite book : "Howl's Moving Castle"

inspiration : music, books, movies

story behind url : It's Emily's name in pretty much any verse except her Xillia verse. There it is Emily Lutus

fun fact about me : Emily is a Miqo'te in FFXIV at the moment bc my rp partner's Aymeric always compared her to a cat. She's a Hyur normally.

Tagged By: I stole from @speedchasing

Steal it

#out of energy (ooc)

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Hi alia, what is your advice to someone who has never manifested anything consciously? I fully believe in the law but i’ve been practicing law of assumption for 1 year now and been through the whole affirming thing, and learned about states since the last 5 months and I’ve never consciously manifested anything, not even a car color, numbers, signs, butterflies, free coffee etc. Not even vía affirming nor through changing my state.I dont even have the belief that “everyone but me” can manifest (this was told to me by stateswscarlet) so Im not sure what the problem is? I KNOW the law is always working but how come tiny things I have zero resistance to aren’t showing up? Thank you!

hi babe, i actually just made a thread about a topic that could help.

do you think you have full trust in imagination being the only reality? do you think you need proof in material form to believe your manifestation is real?

i think your answer to the second question is gonna be yes bc if you truly understood that imagination is the only reality you would know that it has already happened.

whatever you wanted to happen already did.

that’s your full manifestation complete.

your only job is actually reminding yourself of this simple knowledge: oh it has happened already.

read this please!

it’s not even about having the belief that the law works for everyone except you, i think you never truly even shifted your state if you are still looking for it and acknowledging it hasn’t happened physically.

if the law tells you that your only true reality is imagination ant the 3D is not your reality how can you go and look for proof it is real in the physical world?

if you are looking for it and acknowledging it hasn’t “showed up” this tells me you haven’t really fulfilled yourself EVER.

you may have thought you did, you felt it to be real and then acknowledged time passing, wondered where it was.

that’s not fulfilling yourself.

fulfilling yourself is accepting imagination as the only reality and accepting there’s nothing else you want “to happen”. you already have it in imagination why would you want anything from the outside if the outside is never even able to fulfill you.

i’m sure my friend @stateswscarlet has tried her best to help you bc she’s truly the kindest soul but if you are still looking for answers and wondering “why they haven’t showed up?” did you really shift your state?

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kalid-raven · 2 years

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The House of Wax (MichaelMyersxOC) (Crossover)

There weren't many attractions in Ambrose, it was a long dormant town rigged to appear alive, after all. But one thing that drew Alia's attention is the House of Wax, a museum dedicated to the said medium and she absolutely wanted to go see it. She loved museums, and one dedicated to a form of artwork was definitely up her alley. after making sure with Vincent the day before that it was alright, she headed out. She wouldn't be going alone, of course, as Michael had made it clear from the start of their being reunited, that she wasn't going anywhere without him.

Except work, granted. She managed to convince him through great effort and explaining the cost of living and bills to let her go to work. He still watched from a distance, however. Today? She saw it as more like a little date, and some time for just the two of them so Michael had a chance to decompress from being around so many people. Honestly, she was surprised he was bothering with interacting to begin with, and grateful he was. The others seemed to be surprisingly mindful of him as well, she couldn't be sure if it was out of kindness, because of his reputation, or both.

She hoped it was the former, but these were hardened killers with a spectrum of trauma and issues, and she was a pessimist, so it was hard to say. She was honestly just impressed everyone was getting along so damn well, though their much more stable significant others probably had a lot to do with it. Everyone was trying their hardest to make it work.

Coming up to the door, she was amazed when she felt wax under her fingers instead of wood. The name was more than apt, it was very literal. Already intrigued, she pushed it open and went inside, Michael right behind her.

He didn't understand her interest, it was a fake house, essentially. Big deal. But he'd humor her. If anything, he just liked seeing her excited about something, as it wasn't often she had the chance to be.

First thing, they were greeted with elaborate creations, all in paint and wax, beautiful and lifelike. Even marble tiles and wood were masterfully recreated to where only touch would help one realize they were all of the same medium. Alia's jaw dropped and eyes widened, looking from object to painting to sculpture, even people! She couldn't stop herself from making small sounds of admiration as she took her time to admire each piece.

Meanwhile, Michael followed quietly behind her, less interested in all these things than she, but he did find curiosity when it came to the posed people. Tilting his head, he leaned down to get a better look at them, towering over just about all the creations present. Raising a hand, he lightly prodded a man's cheek, and felt the wax give just a bit. Curious... He considered pressing harder, but Alia was quick to stop him.

"Best not to touch the art, Michael. We might damage it, wax can be a delicate medium." Alia said, gently touching his hand. She could see him look at her, debate if he was going to listen, then lowered his hand. "Thank you, sweetheart." She said with a smile, kissing his rough cheek before she went back to browsing. "Vincent's work is beautiful, it's all seamless, I can't really tell where his mother's works stop and his begins at points. I don't think Ellie ever told me how he makes them so life like. The proportions are amazing to the last detail." She absently went on to say, moving from one room to another, and another after that.

Eventually she stopped when she came to a stairway leading down, surprised by how different an atmosphere it had at a glance to the rest of the building. "I wonder where this goes..." she thought out loud, with no intention to actually find out, as she had a feeling it wasn't part of the attraction. Michael, on the other hand, decided he was going to do exactly that, and began descending the cramped staircase, just barely tall enough for his frame. "Michael, I don't think-" She began, with no sign from him that he was even listening. Sighing in frustration, she began to follow. "Why do I try? I should know better by now..." She whispered to herself in exasperation.

The staircase was lined with carvings, eerie and not like the house's main décor or themes. It grew more macabre... Michael heard a subtle movement and snapped his attention to the left, only to see a hellish workroom filled with tables, tools, and a furnace of sorts. He only managed a glance before he caught Vincent moving towards him quickly. Michael looked at him with a questioning, almost demanding frown, and Vince quickly signed out of reflex, momentarily forgetting they didn't know ASL, before shooing him back.

Michael didn't retreat from where he stood at the bottom of the stairs, but also didn't go forward, just staring at Vincent expecting some kind of explanation or tell that would explain why he was acting so urgent. "Vincent?" Alia's voice came from behind the giant, and the male artist seemed to become even more frantic in waving them back up the stairs. "Come on, Michael. I'm sure there's a good reason." She said as she tugged at the back of the man's shirt, getting the feeling that whatever was down there, Vince didn't want them seeing it. Namely her. He kept moving his body to block any direction she might look past her towering love. Michael begrudgingly went back up the staircase with her going first, and Vincent was quick to follow after.

At the top, he pointed at Alia, then the basement, and shook his head adamantly.

"I understand, I'm sorry." She replied, wondering if she upset him, but his body language suggested he was more concerned than upset. "Michael wanted to see what was down there and I followed."

Vincent sighed, nodding in understanding before he pulled a notepad out of his pocket. He came prepared when it dawned on him they might wander where they shouldn't, and hurried over. Jotting quickly in tight, neat script, he showed it to them.

"It's dangerous, and where I do my work, Not even Ellie is allowed, for her sake. Don't go down there."

Alia nodded. "I see. Again, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross boundaries." She apologized, only to receive a gesture that it was alright.

Michael tilted his head and then gestured for the notepad and made a writing gesture with his other hand. Understanding, Vincent passed the paper and pen to him. Soon it was given back with a question;

"I want to see."

Vince paused, clearly thinking, before he decided. He nodded to Michael's poorly worded "request" before he then pointed and shook his head at Alia. He quickly jotted down "For your safety" as emphasis. He then wrote more, and held it visibly for Michael. "Tonight I will show you my work." Michael was visibly pleased with that and nodded in turn. A third line of script read, "For now, stay out, it's not good for her."

Alia wasn't sure what that meant, but she had her suspicions. Ellie never detailed his darker habits, only touched on it, and it wasn't hard to think that there was something much more unnerving down there. One thought lead to another, and she began to wonder if everything here was really made of wax...

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A/N: A grim end to a cheerful day. Alia is going to have to have a conversation with Ellie about this and figure some things out. :0 Meanwhile, Michael gets to learn just how real those wax sculptures really are! I’ll start writing that experience soon, itching to do something darker :)

#slasher fanfiction #slasher-verse #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers #michaelmyers #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #ellie #fanfiction #alia #aliafowl

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Headcanons For The Snape-Hardbroom-Hobbes Family (From 1984-1987):

*CONTEXT: From August 1st, 1984 to April of 1987, Severus Snape and Constance Hardbroom were married. Yet, the union had to be secret (with a few in the know) due to various reasons; Severus had his Death-Eater past, was serving as Dumbledore's spy (factors Constance was aware of before the elopement) along with the pair being of different Wizarding "breeds". Constance (and the rest of the Murphy Wizards/Ex-Codices) were forbidden to marrying magical Imperiums (Rowling Wizards) with Squibs and Muggles being the exceptions. So, when signing the marriage documents, Severus went with the alias of "Basil Brennan" while Constance went with "Sophronia Maidenhair". Unfortunately "Basil' and "Sophronia" were forced to annull under the ruling of the Ex-Codice's High Magic Council when the then 5-month-old Nicholas was plagued with a ailment due to his mixed magical heritage. With Severus and Constance being forced to seperate, little Nicholas was placed in the Ex-Codice's orphanage, Orbana Hart's Home For Wizarding Children. Heartbroken and desperate to keep Constance and Nicholas safe from Voldemort or any Death-Eaters, Severus had Dumbledore remove his memories. Much to the upset of Constance.*

Ok...with all of that out the way, here are the headcanons:

-Severus had told Constance of his Death-Eater past and his indirect role in the deaths of James and Lily Potter. Needless to say, Constance was shock and furious. She wouldn't have seen Severus again had it not been for Cackle's Academy hosting a dinner during the Summer Holiday. Severus, as one of the teachers, was invited (at Dumbledore's behest).

-After a battling a group of wizard terrorist that had nearly killed them, Severus and Constance decided to elope the very next day (they blame it on adrenaline).

-Elphinestone Urquart (husband of Minerva McGonagall) was the officiator due to his former job in the Ministry Of Magic.

-When the two first started dating, Severus would write Constance poems with flowers. In turn, Constance would gift Severus with things he needed (updates potions books, journals, etc.). These exchanges would continue throughout their marriage.

-As they had their own jobs at Hogwarts and Cackle's, Severus and Constance would only communicate via writing. To do this, Severus would use various owls at Hogwarts to through any suspicious outsider off the scent.

-During the holidays, Severus and Constance would meet at the former's home at Spinner's End (as Constance lived at Cackle's Academy).

-When together, the two would study spells, concoct new potions, and engage in friendly duels. Other activities would include strolling along either the Cokeworth streets or at the nearby river. They preferably did these walks either at night, in the fog or when it would rain.

-Both Constance and Severus could speak Latin, and French to each other. Comes in handy when they're in public.

-Though Severus adored Constance, he was still secrective with her whenever the subject of his own fears were involved. Even when he'd had horrible dreams of being an abusive husband/father, he still be on gaurd about it.

-Nicholas wasn't born at Spinner's End thanks to Dumbledore. Albus was a close friend of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel who gave Constance a safe haven from March all the way to thee middle of November. All while Amelia Cackle, Minerva McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey along with the Flamel's bodygaurd, Olu Kama and their healer, Shari Kowalski, helped out.

-As for Severus, he would stay at the Flamel's House with Constance during holidays. But when he had to return to Hogwarts he would continue writing her letters, helping Madame Pomfrey provide safe potions and try to seee Constance during the weekends thanks to portkeys.

-To prepare themselves for parenthood, Constance and Severus read and took notes from the books Cackle and McGonagall had given them. For further help, Severus would help (an unknowing) Pomona Sprout with the latest batch of mandrakes.

-On the 5th of November, Bonfire Night (a Wednesday), "Nicholas Stephen Hardbroom-Snape" would be born a healthy baby. He would even prove his strong magical abilities when sneezing sparks at only an hour old. As Ex-Codices were usually more "Muggle-Like" and never really show their magic until going to wizard school, Constance was concerned. Severus, on the other hand, was rather proud.

-Nicholas could hold up his head at a two days old and roll over at five weeks. He was a pretty adamant and smart baby. And a mischevious one at that...

-With Nicholas born in November of '86, this mens he was born during the Third Year of "Hogwarts Mystery".

-Nicholas was named after Mr. Flamel, himself. As for the "Stephen", it was the only other name Severus and Constance could agree on. Severus wanted "Salazar", "Tybalt" or "Jareth" while Constance wanted "Xander", "Mercutio" or "Heathcliff".

-When the new family returned to Spinner's End, Cackle, McGonagall and even Dumbledore would help out.

-Constance's cat, Morgana, would be rather fond of Severus and later of Nicholas when he came along.

-To put Nicholas to sleep, Severus enchanted a baby mobile to jingle "In Noctem". Little Nick would sleep within seconds.

-At about 4 months old, Nicholas may've set Severus on fire. Constance told Severus not to give his wand to the baby...

-McGonagall would gift little Nicholas the "Railway Series" by the Rev. W. Awdry along with "Tales Of Beetle The Bard". As for Miss. Cackle, she'd gift the boy with Grahame's "The Wind In The Willows" and Andersen's "The Snow Queen".

-To enable herself to go out with baby Nicholas, Constance got the idea to put the (temporary/reversible) "Witch-Over" spell on herself and on Severus when he's with her.

-By Ex-Codice law, Nicholas would be an Ex-Codice by his mother's side. As a result he would be given a staff instead of wands or brooms. He also wouldn't go to Imperium's Hogwarts or Durmstrange, but to Codice schools like Camelot College, or Moonridge High. That still didn't stop Severus, Minerva and Albus from dressing Nicholas in Slytherin baby clothes or giving him a toy broomstick...no matter how much the tradionalist Constance would protest...

-As Constance already had some experience due to having a younger brother, she was more than able to handle baby Nick with no problem. As for Severus...he struggled. It wasn't the feedings, nor the crying, not even the nappy-changes (he could handle all of that). Yet, he never thought any kid he would have could be so CUTE "endearing".

@snonions-and-cream @sevvysn4pe @yaviae @m1lfinghot @theworstwitch @theworstwitchforever @darlenicy @snapeaddict

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