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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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Small Time Witch (27)

A S G A R D

When you were a small child you attended a Christian nursery school until you were old enough to start kindergarten. One of your very earliest memories was how your teacher described heaven. She called it paradise where the weather was always warm and there were so many trees and mountains and sprawling landscapes. “In the middle,” she would say “is the Lord’s palace. It is so bright and shiny that you will almost be blinded by its majesty.” Perhaps the teacher had been a former resident of Asgard.

You stood at the foot of the Bifrost bridge where Heimdall greeted you. In the distance was the palace glistening like a jewel amongst the stone statues and mountains. The water beneath the bridge looked like it was made of glass it was so still and blue. If you didn’t know better you would have believed you were walking into Oz.

Heimdall stood next to you staring into the horizon with his gold eyes glinting in the sun. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yeah” was all you could manage.

“Welcome to Asgard, Princess.” You were startled back into reality.

“I’m not a princess. Please call me Y/N.”

“Your marriage to the Prince is recognized by the throne. It would be improper of me to call you by your name. The Allfather is expecting you.” He directed you into the care of two palace guards who freaking bowed to you. They loaded you into a small craft that zipped you to the palace.

Thor was waiting for you at the door. He introduced himself extending his hand. You reminded him that you were family and you hug. “It’s weird, Thor, because in another life I know you. We’re very close and get into all sorts of trouble together. Usually alcohol is involved.”

He laughed and drew you into his Vice grip. “You remind me of my mother. That may serve you well today.”

“I hope so. The only Odin stories I ever hear are of him being super gruff. He was even a little mean to Jane. Who can be mean to Jane Foster? Sweetest person ever.”

“You know of my Jane?”

“Of course. We’re very good friends. When you’re in town you two usually stay with us. It’s nice.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that Jane passed away due to complications from cancer. Bruce thought the Aether likely mutated her cells and her body didn’t handle it well. Knowing that you were friends with Jane put a little smile on his face so you chose to keep it to yourself.

When you approached Odin you bowed. He peered down at you from his throne. He looked older than you thought he would. The guy was ancient. You supposed he shouldn’t look young. He looked more frail than anything.

He stood up and walked down the steps to be closer to you. “So this is the Midgardian witch who captured my son’s heart? You are very impressive, young lady. I’ve heard of your talents. Let’s leave this room and retire to my chambers. We’ll have more privacy.” He offered his arm which you took. Thor followed behind. “Please, sit. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Right down to business. Ok. Your highness, I am here to negotiate the terms of Loki’s sentence. The King and small council of Vanaheim have offered to keep Loki in the palace, with your consent of course. In exchange, they will keep me in the Temple of the Vanir to learn their ways. Also, my powers allow me to absorb the energy of the infinity stones. There is a Titan searching for the stones, sir. In my time, he destroyed Asgard and Xandar looking for them. If I can possess even two of them, I can stop him before he lays waist to the Nine.”

He did not say anything for several minutes. You were terrified. Finally, “The Vanir intend to weaponize you. Is that what I’m understanding?”

“I suppose that would imply that they have some sort of control over me. I will not be a weapon against another realm.”

“And if they use Loki as leverage, what choice would you have?”

You took a deep breath so you wouldn’t have a tone in your voice. “With all due respect, Allfather, they wouldn’t have the strength to fight me. I know how this sounds. It is dangerous and there is no guarantee I’ll succeed. I have to try.”

“Thor? What do you think? Another one of Loki’s tricks?”

You started to panic. Thor’s brow was knitted together. He was skeptical of the whole plan.

“Please. Don’t you have your own prophet? How can I prove to you that I’m not tricking you? What can I do?”

“Thor, call in Freyr. Let’s see if he can make sense of this.”

When Freyr saw you his face lit up. “Princess! How lovely to see you again. May I have a moment alone with the girl?”

The two men left the room. “You remember meeting me?” Your voice was trembling.

“Of course! Are you still so naive to think time is linear? This, my dear, is your destiny. The Norns give you the illusion of free will when really all of this was predetermined. You are here because you are meant to fight this war.”

“And Loki?”

He patted you on the head, “He’ll come around.”

When Odin and Thor came back in Freyr did most of the talking. Odin agreed to come with you to Vanaheim to meet with the king and investigate this threat. That was all you could ask for.

He invited you to stay for a couple of days to get acquainted with your new home. It wasn’t a request that much you knew. Thor was happy to show you around. He brought you to your chambers which were near Frigga’s. He showed you her gardens and told you to feel free to explore. There were some sheers on a small table. You slipped them in your pocket so you could take some clippings. She had everything you could possibly need to preform a spell. Literally any spell you could think of.

Thor followed you listening to you speak about the flowers and herbs that grew wild there. The more you spoke the more he understood why Loki chose you. You were so like their mother but with a jagged edge. Poised and gentle but you would definitely cut a bitch without a second thought.

Once you sat down for lunch he worked up the courage to ask about his brother.

“Y/N, can you tell me why my brother did this? Why Midgard specifically?”

You put down your fork and looked him directly in the eyes, “I think you know the answer to that question. Because you loved Earth. Because Earth loved you. You found Jane. He was jealous and angry and took it out on you. But it took him years to admit that he was really so deeply hurt by Odin’s admission.”

“But why not fight me directly? The people on Midgard were innocent.” He was beginning to get angry. You had to remember this just happened so the wounds were still fresh.

“He did fight you directly in New Mexico. When he turned the Bifrost onto Jotunheim he effectively killed that part of himself. The part he thought monstrous. When he let go of Odin’s staff on the bridge, he thought he would either die or live on in exile somewhere. He was ready to leave it behind. But Thanos found him. First he seduced him with power and revenge then he tortured him into subjugation. For a whole year he tortured him. Then, during the attack, he was controlled by the mind stone and The Other could hear him. That’s why he didn’t relent when you said you would bring him home.”

Thor was quiet. You could see tears in his eyes. He had never thought of his brother as a monster. Even when the glory of Loki’s destruction rained down from the heavens, he still loved his brother. He thought back on how Loki looked when he saw him before Chitauri invaded. He looked sick and bruised. He was having trouble standing. The amount of force it would take to mark a god’s skin was beyond comprehension. And now, all he knew was that Loki was recovering on Vanaheim. He had no idea just how close to death Loki was.

When you returned to Vanaheim you went directly to the Temple of the Vanir. Thor went right to his brother. He was outwardly shocked by Loki’s appearance.

“Have you come to throw me in the dungeon?” Loki held Thor’s eyes to attempt to intimidate him. It wasn’t working. He winced as he tried to sit up straighter. Thor would not dare help him in fear of injuring his already fragile pride.

“No, brother. I’m here to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Then perhaps you’ll listen.” Loki looked away from him but raised his hand to signal him to carry on.

“If your quarrel was with me why not just fight me?”

“I wanted to prove to father that I can do something. He conquered realms. Why can’t I? That’s what kings do! It is my birthright!”

“Loki, I fear you and father are more alike than either of you care to admit. A king’s job is to unite the realms not to simply rule.”

Loki looked away in shame. “I would have been a good king. Both loved and feared. I would have built an empire.”

“And we all would have watched helpless as it consumed and destroyed you. Forget all of that. You have been given a second chance, brother. A chance with this woman who shares your spirit. Do not squander it lying about feeling sorry for yourself.”

Loki quirked his brow. He thought you had taken your one way trip back home after the way he treated you. Surely you weren’t still carrying on with your plan. The thing was no matter where you were on Vanaheim, he could feel you. Now he can’t. “She hasn’t gone?”

“No. She’s in the temple preparing for the stone. I’m going there myself. Why don’t you join me?”

“Funny. I can’t feel her.”

Thor gave him a weak smile and patted him on the shoulder. “Mother gave her free reign in her garden. No telling what manner of spell she conjured. I’m sure it’s for your own protection.”

You were a clever little witch. He would never say it aloud but he loved how quick you were. If you succeeded with the stones you two would be the most powerful couple in the known universe. You could probably dethrone Odin together. No army would be powerful enough to stop you. He stuck those thoughts into the back of his mind. You were uninterested in power in the way that Loki was. He could not understand your altruistic nature. All of this risk and for what? For people who didn’t know you existed. Though, if you didn’t care for others, he supposed you would have moved on by now and never given him a second chance. Perhaps now was the time to put such irrational things aside and support you.

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The Vanir worked quickly to construct a room strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast. You would have to crush the stone to release its full power. The only weapon strong enough for that was Mjölnir. If you were not worthy enough to wield it, Thor would have to be in the room with you. There was a real potential neither of you would make it out alive. First thing first, you had to lift the hammer.

The weight of Mjölnir would be of no concern if you were worthy. You stepped up to the handle and with effort you rocked it a little. Thor looked nervous. “You can do this, little sister.”

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and on three you lifted again with an unburdened mind and a clear heart. The hammer was in your hands.

Gasps filled the room. No one dared utter a word. You let Mjölnir dangle from your wrist and made your way to Loki. “Lok, listen, if I don’t make it...”

“Shush, mortal. You will.”

You put your hand over his mouth, “If I don’t make it, please know that for one brief blissful moment, you were happy. We were happy. I love you.” He gripped your hand and opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. “Don’t say it if it’s not true. Please.”

“Y/N, you will make it. I have faith in you.” You stared into each other’s eyes searchingly.

“You want to kiss me right now don’t you?”

He chuckled, “Desperately.”

You planted the softest most barely there kiss on his lips. He pulled you in to deepen the kiss. The tip of his tongue pressed against yours for just a second and then he released you. You pressed a knotted clipping of Yggdrasil into his palm and hung a tiny gold screw driver around his neck. When you walked away a gold bracelet adorned with emeralds dangled around your wrist. Around your left ring finger was a twin piece of knotted Yggdrasil. The screwdriver was warm to the touch and, if he listened closely, he swore he heard your heart beating.

You went into the room and slammed the metal shut and froze the lock. You held out your hand and forced the cube to crush with your magic. All that remained was the stone. This little blue stone that shined with the light of a million lightning strikes. It floated in the air. You circled it balancing Mjölnir on your shoulder. You plucked the blue candy button out of the air and placed it on the floor. As if it knew it was about to be set free, it released a high pitched whine. You raised the hammer into the air and with all of the force you could summon, you struck it. The room flooded with blue light so bright you couldn’t look directly at it. It sucked in its energy and then exploded outward sending shards of the jewel into your skin. It pushed you around the room like a pinball pinging you off of any surface it could find. You felt like your flesh was separating off of your bones and you were turning to liquid. All at once it went dark and dropped you to the ground.

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Loki paced the floor muttering to himself. Everyone else held their breathing straining to hear any sound. An utterance to let them know you’re alive. That’s when they heard the explosion. Blue light radiated from every exposed crack and nail hole. They heard your body careening off the walls and, with an unsettling thud, the room fell silent.

Loki rushed to the door trying to pry it open. The lock was jammed. Thor tried too but it wouldn’t budge. Njord yelled over their banging that the door was at least five inches thick. You wouldn’t hear them. He tried the key but it broke in the lock. Freyr used his seiðr to crush the door. When it fell away from it’s hinges, you emerged. Your hair had gone completely white and your eyes looked cloudy. You blinked a few times and they went back to normal.

You handed Thor his hammer and patted him on the shoulder. “Sister, speak to us. Are you well?”

You smiled and nodded. You took Loki’s hand in yours. Electricity crackled off of your fingertips. You smiled and opened a black void behind you for which to escape. In the blink of an eye you were on Asgard then Midgard then back to the temple. He laughed and clapped his hands, “You are a clever little witch aren’t you?”

“Princess...” Njord looked worried. You were unaware of your physical changes. You may have been a mutant but you were still a mortal. The stone could have severely injured you. “Your highness, please. We need to get you upstairs.”

“Relax, Njord. I’m perfectly fine. I feel amazing.” You were talking a mile a minute.

He kept insisting and you grew impatient. The more impatient you were the more your hands glowed and your eyes changed. “Njord, let’s give the Prince and Princess some space. She’ll come upstairs shortly.” Frigga ushered everyone out so you and Loki could sit in peace.

You couldn’t sit. Your skin felt too tight for your body. You needed to expel some energy. “Y/N, what’s going on in your head?”

“A million things. I’m wondering if I should go to south London right now since I know where the aether is. I’m wondering if the rest of my powers are amplified. I feel like I’m plugged into a massive battery, Lok. Maybe I can heal you quicker than Njord. Can I try?!”

He laughed and pulled you down into the chair next to him, “You’re like an excited puppy. Let’s go outside before you piddle on the floor. We can test your powers there.”

He lead you to an open space where you could work without fear of hurting someone. Your powers were indeed amplified. Your electricity was more like lightning. You grew a sapling into a knotted mature tree. You split yourself up into many clones and made it rain over the two of you. All of that should have tired you out but it did not. The last thing was to heal Loki. That was sure to drain you as broken as he was. You placed your hands on his solar plexus and went to work. Every ache and pain subsided every cut knitted itself back together. He felt reborn. You were settled.

You went back to the palace for dinner to talk strategy with Odin and the king. Since you and Loki were the only ones who ever faced Thanos, it was crucial that you were involved. You came to the conclusion that you needed numbers. You would divide the realms and enlist help even from the Dark Elves and Jötuns. You and Thor would go to Earth to speak with SWORD who handled all extra dimensional doings. Everyone agreed that Loki shouldn’t travel to Midgard just yet. You insisted the Avengers not be involved but, your X-men friends would be delighted to assist. At this point, they were more powerful anyway.

When you retired for the evening, Loki walked you back to your room. “May I ask you something?” His eyes were fixed on the floor he tried his hardest to sound confident. You lifted his chin so he would look at you. “Why couldn’t I sense you when you arrived? Why can’t I feel you now?”

“I guess I just wanted you to feel your own feelings for a change. I thought I might be overwhelming you.”

“I thought...” he laced his fingers in with yours, “I thought you were angry with me.”

“Oh I was. You’ve never raised your voice to me. It hurt. I didn’t want you to know how much.”

He didn’t know how much he missed you in the short time you were gone. He missed you right now and you were standing right in front of him. He kissed you on the corner of your mouth, “I’m sorry to have raised my voice. I’m sorry I’m hurting you. I wish I could love you as you love me. I am trying, Pet.”

“Lok, you can’t fall in love with someone in such a short period. We have time.” You kissed him gently and slipped into your room.

He stayed outside of your chambers for a while with his head pressed against the door. Love was not something he gave freely. He wished things were different. He wished his future self never helped Thor. He wished he would know the happiness you spoke of. One day he would. For now he would keep on disappointing you.

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The next morning you woke up and surveyed the clothing you were gifted. Nothing screamed Midgard 2012 to you. You waved your hand over your body and came up with something more south London and less Stratford Upon Avon. Satisfied with your look you set out to Loki’s chambers.

You knocked but he didn’t answer. Once more and a giggling flustered chamber maid opened. She straitened up when she saw your face and readjusted her apron straps. “Princess!” she yelped. “Apologies. Prince Loki should be along shortly.”

“You know what? Tell him don’t bother.”

She called after you but you didn’t turn around. You kept your spine straight and let your head high. Your heels clacked loudly as you stomped through the halls with a walk that would make Naomi Campbell proud.

Thor was coming out of his room and smiled when he saw you, “Good morning, sister! You’re looking well.”

“Are you ready to go? I don’t think it’s wise for Loki to show his face on earth.”

Thor was pretty daft when it came to the whims of the fairer sex but your face was speaking loud and clear. You held his hand and landed in a warehouse in London. You searched high and low but struck out.

“What exactly are we looking for?”

“A void filled with a red mist.”

“And you are certain it’s here?”

“This is where Jane found it, yes.”

“Is this around the time she found it. Maybe it’s not here yet.”

“No, it’s here. I can feel it. I just have to ah! It’s here.”

He swung Mjölnir and the wall crumbled. You stuck your hand in and he grabbed you.

“Wait. Is this wise? I feel like one of the Vanir should be with you or at least Loki. If anything goes wrong I won’t know how to help you.”

“Your brother is more interested in his chamber maids than saving the universe. If anything goes wrong, call for Heimdall.”

“Did you catch him with someone else? It’s very common in royal marriages...”

The Aether called to you and effectively drowned him out. While he prattled on you put your arm through the wall and let it take you. It meshed with the space stone because they were meant to be together. Their energies lifted you up off the ground and light poured out your eyes mouth and fingers. You collapsed back down where Thor caught you. He shook you but you were unable to focus. You put your fingers to your mouth and pulled away with crimson soaked tips. Thor scooped you into his arms cursing you and then raised Mjölnir to call Heimdall. Just then you stopped him.

“No. No, I’m fine. Don’t call him.”

“But, sister.”

“No. Put me down.” He did as he was told and carefully set you on your feet. You smoothed your hair and fixed your clothes. With a flourish all of the blood vanished.

“Come on. Let’s go see Jane.”

“You are out of your mind. I have to get you back to Njord.”

“Nonsense. I have to see Dr. Selvig to fix what my darling husband broke. And you, brother, need to see Jane. You miss her. I want you to be happy. She needs to be happy. Just take her to lunch.”

He agreed but insisted you take more traditional transportation rather than using your powers. You found the nearest train station and took the tube to Jane’s office. This Jane was a lot less together than the Jane you knew. She was so stunned to see Thor at her door that she could barely speak.

You introduced yourself as Loki’s wife but assured her your marriage was less gothic romance and more Charles and Di. A reference that Thor didn’t understand but Jane did perfectly. She brought you to Dr. Selvig who was speaking nonsensically. He seemed to recognize you right away. Though you had not yet met he knew the energy that was inside you. You placed your hands on either side of his head and pulled the power of the space stone out of him. He was weak but thinking for himself.

You practically pushed the happy couple out of the door to have lunch on you. You conjured a credit card an an id for Thor. You said you had business to attend to.

Darcy offered to give you a ride which you happily accepted. Had her drop you in front of Claridge's, a very posh hotel in Hyde Park, where you intended to relax and partake in retail therapy. Magically their best room was available for the evening. You held your breath when they ran your card. You had no idea if it would work. Luckily it did. The porter showed you to your room. You asked for a bottle of single malt and a glass to be left in the seating area. You kicked off your shoes and started to unbutton your blouse when you heard a man clear his throat.

You had not immediately seen Mobius M. Mobius when you entered. Funny, neither did the porter. Electricity crackled in your fingers and, as you raised them to strike, he walked toward you. “Holster those weapons, Mrs. Laufeyson. Or is it Odinson? Either way. I’m not here to hurt you. Just to talk.”

“Do you drink scotch?”

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #marvel witches #mcu x reader #loki angst #loki of jotunheim #loki x you #loki odinson #infinity stones #thanos #TVA #mobius m mobius

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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Observations while watching The Empire Strikes Back on this, its 40th anniversary:

1. Anakin’s continual terrible choices are astounding, and I don’t understand any of them, other than to say that he is in such deep denial that he can’t fucking figure out that Sheev lied about Padme’s death from the fact that Luke exists at all.

2. Yoda. Has. Fucking. Lost. His. Mind. That entire conversation with Luke and Ben in his little hut is cracked. He’s spent 20 years, alone, in hiding after losing the war, the Republic and the Order and it warped him.

3. Obi-Wan continues to give himself way more status than he had by claiming that Yoda was his Master. Also, a liar: “Was I any different when you trained me?” Yes. Yes you were, dummy.

4. So many dead Imperial officers. So, so many.

5. R2 spends what is likely his entire stay on Dagobah trying to tell Luke that he KNOWS this bitch Yoda.

6. “Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.” But “Only a Sith deals in Absolutes.” SO WHICH IS IT?!

7. Luke throws in the towel on bringing the ship back up. Anakin woulda stood there until he either brought that ship up or fucking died trying, and those are the fundamental differences between their characters.

8. Shut up, Anakin.

9. Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher are both disgustingly pretty in this movie.

10. Yoda continues to be vague and not very helpful about Skywalkers and Force visions.

11. I ship Han with Leia, Luke and Lando in this movie. He has chemistry with all of them in this movie that reads like he has slept with each of them at some point, and I’m kinda here for it.

12. “I don’t want to lose you to the Emperor the way I lost Vader.” THIS IS A LOADED SENTENCE. I feel bad for Obi-Wan, but also, Obi-Wan is the one who left Anakin on Mustafar and decided not to take him with him, or kill him outright.

13. “No. There is another.” Is he talking about Leia or Rey? I guess at the time Yoda was talking about the unnamed sister George Lucas was going to have Luke go looking for, before deciding that Leia would be said sister.

14. Leia’s Force sense tingles on Bespin when she paces their rooms, going “I DON’T LIKE THIS.” And she’s fuckin right.

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16. DINNER WITH THE FAMILY! “We would be honored if you would join us.”

16 B. Shut up Anakin. You don’t even talk that way.

17. Han’s torture scene, I’m relatively certain, was my first introduction to whump and hurt/comfort. So there you go. I am very basic.

18. I shipped Han and Leia so, so very hard as a kid, and it was mostly because of the carbonite scene. And then...when Han gets frozen...his face is so god damned stupid. I can’t deal with how dumb he looks.

19. I had a friend in school who didn’t like Star Wars, but knew I did. And so every chance she got, she would tell me that Han was stupid. As a wee one, I was very upset and offended by this. As an adult, I realize that she’s totally right, but I love that grumpy himbo fuck anyways.

20. I love that there are weird, gross Dagobah stains on Luke’s flight suit.

21. Leia grabbing the door frame to tell Luke it’s a trap is such sister energy and I love it.

22. Mind fuck: Anakin dueling his own son, who is using his old lightsaber. Like. Can we talk about how twisted up Anakin had to be to go through with this fight against the child he so desperately wanted? God dammit, Anakin. Stop it.

23. lol Leia just standing there, letting Chewie choke out Lando is 1. Such a mood. and 2. Such an Anakin move. She is her father’s daughter.

24. If Anakin knew Luke had been hanging out with Yoda, he woulda shit bricks.

25. It is amazing to watch the hero of the story lose this fight. Because he loses really, really badly, and I feel like that’s not something we see much of in these big budget action films. At least not to this extent.

26. 3P0′s “Wonderful!” was used in a lot of commercials for the trilogy when it was televised. It will be embedded in my brain forever.

27. Luke gets his hand lopped off in the same manner Anakin lost his arm is such...ugh. It’s another moment that Anakin could have recognized as being a sign that he should stop.

27 B. I wanted to have a mech hand as a kid. I thought it was cool as hell to get maimed by a lightsaber. Please don’t judge me. I was 11.

28. “I am your father.” It’s this enormous moment. One that Anakin squanders on the Dark Side.

29. Luke would rather die than join the Dark Side. Anakin once felt that same way. Damn.

30. Luke reaching out to Leia is another huge moment, where we get the feeling that there might be more to her than we’ve been told so far. Which I love. She is the only main female character in the entire trilogy, and she’s given so much to do. Princess, Rebellion Leader. And now...maybe a Force sensitive! Woo! I also love the imagery of her sitting in the pilot’s seat on the Falcon.

31. I love that Han and Lando are so similar. “It’s not my faukt!”

32. “Ben. Why didn’t you tell me.” Because the Jedi lie about all sorts of things because they think it’s for the best. Which...yeah. Maybe they shoulda told Luke that one sooner.

33. Shut up, Anakin.

34. LOL Lando changed into Han’s clothes.

35. Every movie that isn’t the Prequels has a disturbing lack of Padme mentions and allusions and I hate it. I hate that George didn’t even think about who their mother was until he absolutely had to. I hate that her shadow doesn’t loom like it should.

35 B. It hsould fuckin’ loom.

#Leigh Thinks about Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Han Solo #Lando Calrissian

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mlkytobio · 4 years

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loving isn’t easy, but it’s bearable with you

a/n: for the cheese cult fic event <3 i tried my best lol

genre: little bit of angst if you squint + fluff // hanahaki au

warning: mentions of blood, but nothing too graphic

pairing: nishinoya x fem!reader

wc: 2.6k

the hanahaki disease was something that everyone knew of. there were people covered head to toe in flowers, each one a reminder of a time where they had loved. and then there were the few lucky ones, the ones who just happened to have their soulmate as their first love. the ones with only a small flower tattoo over one of their body parts.

everyone covered all over with tattoos always knew that it was harmless at first, little flower petals being spat out, and then becoming thorns that scratch the inside of your throat as they come up. the process of coughing out the flowers was always quick, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. more often than not, blood comes out with the flowers and thorns. it depends though, on the type of love.

you had fallen in love exactly three times. and for one of those three times, you had a trail of forget-me-nots trailing up your right forearm. for the memories of true love, and like the name suggested, “do not forget me”. for the time you had loved miya osamu and he loved you back, and it only ended because you had to move to miyagi. maybe there were more reasons for it, but it was a mutual agreement. he was your first love.

terushima yuuji was your second love. and as a result, tulips bloomed across your left wrist, for unrequited love. and it was also the first thing people see when they looked at you. because well, the flower was highlighted with red, like blood, almost. maybe it was a little cliche, for you to have fallen in love with johzenji’s resident playboy. but you couldn’t help it. every little smile he sent you while from his usual seat at the cafe you worked at, every brush of your fingers against his when you went to take his order sending electricity running up your spine.

with osamu, it had been small flower petals and smiles about the flowers that came tumbling out. sometimes you even saved the flowers, but they wilted soon after. still, before you knew that osamu felt the same way,the coughing out the flowers wasn't painful. but why was it with terushima? there were thorns sitting in the bathroom sink, crimson red pooling all around them. and it only got worse after that.

still, you fell in love with terushima yuuji. you fell for his smirk and his tongue piercing and his sly words. and when he walked into the cafe that day, he broke your heart, having a girl draped on his arm and she looked at him the way you thought you looked at him. he broke your heart unknowingly, perhaps, but it was heartbreak all the same. you half expected it, but there was a part of you that hoped, nevertheless, that he would feel the same way.

that day, you coughed out tulips among pools of blood, and it was in the same night that you chose to go get the surgery. you knew you were one of the more privileged to get the surgery, and it was foolish to waste it on a teenager’s stupid crush. but it was better to have others look at you with pity. maybe it was a little dramatic, but you knew you were doomed from the start. this only gave you more reason to do it.

the doctor had given you a look of pity, but everyone did. everyone saw the way you looked at terushima yuuji and felt nothing but pity. and if that doctor expected a story, he had to wait a damn long time for it.

it didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to. just prickling along the skin, and then when you looked down, your left forearm was covered in blood-red tulips. maybe it didn’t hurt because the thorns had hurt more. the unrequited love hurt much more than getting your lungs pried open than living with thorns creeping up your throat every single day for the rest of your life, knowing that once upon a time you were stupid enough to fall in love with terushima yuuji.

everyone at karasuno knew you as the girl who couldn’t live with her love anymore. the girl who squandered away her privilege for the surgery for a mere high school crush.

the volleyball team were the first people who understood your decision. the first people who didn’t talk about you behind your back about how you wasted your probably only chance of getting the surgery and how you were a spoiled brat that deserved the pain anyways. you had heard of every single rumour that people spread about you, and although you tried to ignore them, they were like a thousand little knives cutting into your back every single day.

the volleyball team was where you felt at home. the sleek wood floor of the gym and the frequent shout, mostly from kageyama to hinata. there was some sort of solace in the walls of the gym, almost like it was its own little world set apart from all the rumours on the outside.

becoming their manager was one of the best choices you ever made.

“y/l/n! come and see my new move!” you looked over to nishinoya, his blond tuft of hair slicked against his forehead. you smiled to yourself, knowing that it was probably some other variation of rolling thunder or of the sort. still, it was one of the things you loved most about practice, the players’ enthusiasm and desire to win was forever unwavering.

nishinoya received the ball in a sort of speed that made you dizzy when you first saw it, but even after so long your eyes could only adjust slightly to it. he’s grinning, and you couldn’t help but give a smile back, because it’s nishinoya yuu and his energetic self that could put everyone to shame.

you never paid much attention to nishinoya yuu. sure, he got suspended from the volleyball club for a month for breaking something, but you saw what happened. you saw that he didn’t mean to, that he was just trying to get his friend back. the blond tuft in his hair was the first thing you saw when you first stepped into the classroom, but still, you never stopped and looked at him carefully. until you joined the volleyball club as a manager, and then suddenly you see the bright energy surrounding the short libero, and wondered how exactly did you not notice him before.

you chalked it up to curiosity, to the strange spike of his hair and the way a room lit up somehow when he walked into it.this boy was like the sun, too bright for his own good and probably burns anyone who got too close.

practices only made you notice him more, of course. and maybe he noticed you too, from all the little smiles that looked like they were directed at you and the glances he kept giving you.

to most people, flowers were things of beauty, but to you, they represented a dark time. they represented getting your heart broken and the person who broke it didn’t even know. love was the same, crushing and suffocating you, and the two just so happened to be linked. every flower you saw, especially tulips, made you turn away at the sight. so did love.

love was a curious little thing, taunting you and when it pulled you in, only then will it reveal itself to be deadly. coiling around you, your heart, more like it, and every waking thought, like some sort of boa. it suffocates you, then brings you down with it.

nishinoya yuu heard about you before he even met you. about the girl who had red tulips imprinted on her skin, basically a form of public shaming. he never thought about you as someone who wasted away their chances, though. everyone had heard of at least one story where because of love, people had squandered away their lives, and he was no exception. your life was more precious than some unrequited love, so what was wrong with getting the surgery? he had never understood why people held a grudge against you, and so did the rest of the volleyball team.

most of the second years walked home together, and you were in front of nishinoya when he suddenly grabbed onto your shoulders and started jumping up and down in the air. you saw him doing this before, but with other members of the team, and your first thought was: why did he have so much strength?

“oi, noya! don’t be so hard on our manager!” tanaka laughed, and noya’s hands released their grip on your shoulders, his face cherry red. you found it a little cute, actually, if it weren’t for the ache in your shoulders from how tightly he had held on to them.

“i’m so sorry y/n-san!” he sputtered out, even as you said that it was fine, you weren’t injured, but as he kept apologising, all you could say in that moment was “okay, then i’ll let you make it up to me.”

his head lifted up, eyes filled with something indescribable, as he agreed. “i promise you that i’ll make it up to you, y/l/n-san! i’ll take you out on saturday!”

a flower petal was floating in his teacup when he sat it down. you looked at him, surprised, but stayed silent, giving him a napkin. he looked at you with a grateful look in his eyes, the tuft of blond hair being swept to the back as he ran his fingers through his hair.

it was spring in japan, when all the sakura flowers started blooming and there were couples all around you. you never liked spring, or maybe you did, and the hanahaki just made you despise it. anything related to flowers you didn’t like, you realised.

“do you know who is it?” you gently asked as both of you walked down the street together. the pink flowers were everywhere, on the cobblestone path that your shoes scuffed against, and on the tall trees looming over you. he looked at you then, slightly surprised, but answered it anyway.

“i think so, i mean, i have a vague idea of who it is,” he gave a reply that was strange of nishinoya, but perhaps it was due to the fact you weren’t that close with him as you were with maybe tanaka, or ennoshita.

“well, i hope they feel the same way,” you gave him a small smile, and he returned it, but there was something lurking deeper in his eyes that you couldn’t place.

he walked you home, and when you were about to say goodbye, his gaze fixated on you, as if there was something he wanted to say but didn’t want to.

you were about to ask what was it when he yelled out, “y/l/n-san, i like you!”

how ironic, was the first thing that went through your mind. how ironic that you were intrigued by him and now here he was, confessing to you. how ironic it was that this exact scene gave you deja vu, of when you confessed to osamu. how ironic it was that when the thing you tried so hard to avoid doing turned into you being on the receiving end of it. falling in love.

“i-i’m sorry, nishinoya-kun, but i don’t really want to fall in love right now,” the words left your lips before your mind could even register them. his face fell at that, and you wished you could take it all back, say that you would give him a chance, but all he said was “that’s okay! i hope you can reconsider. have a good night y/l/n-san!”

you watched his figure retreat into the shadows, until all you could see was the faint outline of him walking. you thought about his words, and of a time you loved terushima yuuji. the memories of that were laced with regret, but then again, when you loved him, and osamu at that, all you could feel was pure euphoria. the climax of a roller coaster ride, when you’re tipping at the top and it felt like forever before it made its decent again.

hoodies weren’t your favourite piece of clothing, but they made well for covering the red ink on your forearm. as you pulled the hood over your head again, hoping to cover your face, you heard the familiar jeer. it wasn’t foreign for you to have insults hurled wherever you go, only for the person who shouted them to disappear into the crowd when you looked over your shoulder. and so, you always said to yourself not to look. it was better not to place a face to the voice.

“attention-seeking bitch,” you heard someone mutter, followed by the laughing. don’t look, don’t look, was all you thought as you made your way through the crowd in the hallways.

“i hope whoever you ‘loved’ is dating someone much better and more deserving right now,” was one of the more prominent insults that were in your range of hearing. gasping to yourself, you felt an empty ache in your chest, probably where your feelings had been. still, it hurt. it hurt for people to not understand your decision, for them to constantly belittle and insult you as if pain was something to be made fun of. you felt blood rushing in your ears, vision growing blurry as you tried to walk, run, even, out of that hellhole. throat constricting and breathing growing ragged.

“stop!” you heard someone say. you only increased your pace. “stop it, right now. all of you.”

it wasn’t directed at you, but to the people crowding around you. “it’s not funny to ridicule someone who has been through pain,” you recognised the voice this time. the voice of the person who constantly shouted excitedly in practice, even at the smallest things. nishinoya yuu.

he walked over to you, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders as he led you away from the gaping students. “if you feel uncomfortable, i’ll stop right now,” he whispered, just loud enough for your ears to pick up. you shook your head, the only thing you could muster then.

he led you to an isolated space behind the gym, where only then did you release your tears. and he was there, not uttering a single word, just silent companionship, and that was enough.

as you regained your breath, a single flower petal floated delicately out of your lips. he noticed it too.

“thank you, nishinoya-kun,” you said, gaze not leaving the flower as it sailed on the wind. no blood or thorns, though, you thought.

“i feel like the word love has been taken out of definition with me,” you whispered. “but i want to give you a chance, at changing the definition with me.”

he smiled at you, his hands on your shoulder once again. “i’d like that.”

the sakura flowers were in bloom yet again, and for once, you found them beautiful.

“do you remember-” the boy started, but you cut him off.

“when you took me out as an apology for jumping on my shoulders? yeah,” you grinned.

“i always thought you were beautiful, you know. and never understood why you got made fun of for choosing to have the surgery,” he said.

“well, i’m glad they did. it led me to you, didn’t it?” you smiled at him.

his hand found yours, and the two of you walked down the same cobblestone path you did a year ago. maybe love wasn’t easy, but there were some people that made it bearable. like nishinoya yuu.

and that was the third time you fell in love.

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alittlebitgoofy · 4 years

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glass wings chapter 7 (lemonjuice)

so here we are, i finished this decently quickly for me and we’re 2 chapters away from finishing this fic! it will be done i s2g.

enjoy this angst fest, tw for mentions of death

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Lemon felt an ache in her bones. It took her a second to gather her bearings, curled up on the forest floor surrounded by what looked like a camp. The memories started coming back at the sight of the humans.

Pain, everything burned as they placed the torture devices on her. It burned her skin as they sat. She couldn't move, everything faded around her apart from the throbbing in her wrists. It got worse the longer she stood there even though she couldn’t stand for long. A gut-wrenching scream worked its way out of her throat. The people just looked at her with disgust, giving a kick to her leg, causing them to buckle. That was when they got her legs. She couldn’t move now. The pain got worse, her vision faded but the consciousness stayed. Everything around her faded apart from the taunting laughs and throbbing pain…

Was this the end?

She wanted to fight it, but the cuffs around her arms and legs made that impossible. They approached Lemon, looking scarily calm. Almost as if they wanted to appear friendly.

“So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” One of them spoke, Lemon couldn’t make out any distinguishing features, her vision blurred by uncried tears from the still searing pain of the restraints.

“Tell us what you know and you won’t get hurt, if not we always have more cuffs.” They continued, roughly grabbing the ones around her wrists. Lemon held back a yelp, not wanting to show any weakness. “Well? Where are they? You know something, so be a good girl and tell us.”

Lemon stayed as stoic as she could, staring at them with a blank look in her eyes. She looked void of any feeling, a stark contrast to the screaming sobbing mess she’d been the night before.

“I don’t know anything,” Lemon spoke flatly, hissing in pain as the human shook her by the cuffs again.

“And I don’t buy that, I’ll give you one more chance, what do you know?”

Lemon didn’t reply. She knew a lot, though she would never tell. The idea they wanted to harm the village wouldn’t have phased her a few years ago. Hell, her past resentment still bubbled up every now and then. But she had people, she wouldn't let them get hurt. Any thought to speak up and spare the pain quickly fell with the image of Juice injured. They wouldn’t be easy on her, but the fairy had too much pride and pent-up anger in her to give up easily. They had the power to kill Juice. Lemon couldn’t let that happen, even if it cost her.

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Juice felt her heart break the longer they looked, Pythy and Kyne sniffed everywhere and yet couldn’t find any trace of a scent. Lemon must have been flying but they had no leads on what could have happened to her. No one had seen her, though they promised to keep an eye out. Rock and Jan had joined the search. It helped to have someone else in the air but it proved hopeless. It had been a day since everything had happened. Lemon was nowhere to be found and the darker reality set into Juice’s mind no matter how hard she tried to fight the idea.

She was haunted by visions of a bloody, bruised yellow-haired girl. Her body was stiff, not breathing and every time her eyes closed the body was there. It wouldn’t leave no matter how hard she tried, the sight got worse the longer she looked. It left her sobbing, Kiara holding her as the blonde cried harder than she ever had.

It couldn’t be. Lemon couldn't be dead.

So why did it feel like she was?

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“Lemon? Are you alright?”

The little girl didn’t respond, but ran to Rita as she opened her arms for a tight hug. Something was clearly eating her up but she couldn’t find the words to explain her fears. It was the middle of the night, the older woman having come running to her room as she heard crying. She guessed it to be a nightmare of some sort but the dead silence led her to worry more.

Lemon sat, arms wrapped around Rita’s waist as she let out small sobs into her chest. She wanted to be strong, she was old enough to be. But the maternal embrace got to her, Rita’s hands slowly stroking her hair helped her calm down. Eventually she quieted, letting out a slight sniffle as she shifted to look up at the woman holding her.

“Why did my first parents abandon me?”

Oh no. Not that question. Rita knew it would come up eventually, she’d tried to be as transparent as she could given Lemon’s age but she’d always known Rita wasn’t her biological mother. It didn’t hinder their relationship, but the underlying tension it caused, Lemon knowing she was unwanted by the people who birthed her, was something she knew would come around eventually.

“Because they were bad people, you’re a lovely person and they missed out on the world's best kid,” Rita spoke softly, pulling Lemon closer into her as the girl looked to be getting emotional again.

“I can’t be that good if they left me.”

“Lemon. Look at me, don’t let yourself think that. You’re amazing, and a very loving person, they were wrong to leave you. They couldn’t have been good people to leave a child all defenceless and it isn’t your fault they did.“

Lemon glanced up at Rita once more, her eyes still brimming with tears. “Thanks Ri.”

Rita returned her words with a soft smile, ruffling her hair as the kid stayed clung to her waist.

“No problem kiddo, talk to me whenever something is bothering you. You know, no matter what happens we’re family and you’ll always be my little girl.”

The yellow-haired girl giggled, nodding in understanding. “You’re always going to be my mum.”

That made Rita’s heart swell, she knew they were parent and child but hearing Lemon say it for the first time was something special. She knew things would never be easy, they had a lot of differences and Lemon had a lot of hardships that she had never encountered.

But they’d always be family. No matter what.

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Lemon didn’t want to cry, any weakness shown would end up hurting her. It already had and she didn’t have the energy to take much more. Everything burned, but she’d become numb to it after a while. The later it got in the day, the more she started to give up. It was unlikely but she couldn’t help but hope Juice would find her. She knew the fairy would be freaking out. Kiara would probably keep her as calm as she could but it was hard to console Juice when she was anxious, not until she came over when she was ready to talk.

Juice wouldn’t come, she couldn’t. But the hope never left, it made reality sting that much more. The sky was dark now, no one could hear Lemon if she was quiet. She couldn’t help but feel a few tears slip down her cheeks. She was staying strong but the little girl inside her quivered, just wanting someone she knew would keep her safe.

That was when the regret settled in. Lemon had nothing else to do but think, and her mind wandered to the sadder things. She’d had that safety before and squandered it out of stubbornness and teenage anger that fizzled out before she knew it and left her empty.

In her weakest moments, when she became all too aware of the pain and the reality of everything that happened, she remembered Rita’s face. The pure hurt that she could never unsee. She saw a broken Juice with her, both of them mourning. But reality bit her again, she had a chance of not making it back.

She just wanted to say sorry, to be held by the only family she ever had. But that felt impossible.

She was going to die here.

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Despite her friend’s insistence, Juice couldn’t rest. Her body screamed for it and yet all she could do was pace back and forth gradually getting more paranoid and restless. Kiara had stayed with her:she knew what was going on better than anyone. Juice alone was a recipe for disaster, someone had to keep an eye on her and without Lemon around that duty fell on her. Kiara had managed to get Juice into her bed, though she laid staring at the ceiling with a grim expression before the tears started coming again.

“Kiki, what if she’s dead?” Juice spoke up, her voice a whisper from the crying. Juice felt weak, lying there doing nothing other than crying. She was powerless, too weak to find the person who probably needed her. Kiara saw her spiralling again, and pulled the smaller fairy into her chest and tried to reassure her.

“You know Lemon, she couldn’t be. She wouldn’t let that happen would she? We’ll be able to find her, someone around here will know tracking magic and we can get her back. But you’ve got to rest. You can’t find her without resting, you can barely speak right now.” Juice just hummed in response, burrowing her head into her friend's shoulder.

She wanted to believe it but the bad feeling taunting her never disappeared. Even if she was exhausted, she had no energy left to search and had no choice but to rest no matter how much she didn’t want to.

“Can we go find someone early tomorrow?”

“Of course! We can go early, we’ll find her. She has to be fine Juice, you would have felt something if she wasn’t. There's no way you two aren’t connected.” That seemed to put Juice’s mind to rest for a little while longer, the blonde dozed off soon after but her panic never fully settled.

Kiara hated seeing her like this, a vulnerable Juice meant something was truly wrong. She knew there was more than what she was saying, it was torturing her too but she was trying her best not to let it show. Juice couldn’t handle being away from the pixie very long, she was driven almost insane by all this but still tried to keep herself together around people until she broke.

They’d find Lemon, if not for her own safety then for both of them to have eachother once more.

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Pain, her body was burning. She wanted to scream but no words came out. Juice felt the weight of the world crushing while she was paralysed against it.

Voices. They were speaking lowly, planning something she couldn’t quite make out. They were going to do something to her, she could feel it. A kick hit her ribs as if they were poking a dead animal with a stick. It hurt, but she couldn’t let out a sound. They left soon after as she caught something of it not being worth it right now.

She could feel the wind, the grass uncomfortable under her and itching at her bare arms. It was freezing, and yet the most peace she’d had in a little while. The forest’s trees were peaceful, rustling in the wind. It almost felt like everything was fine.

Then the burning came back.

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Juice shot up. Something was pulling her out of her room. It dragged her out the nearest window before Kiara got a hold of her hand.

“Juice! What are you doing!” She screamed, but the noise barely registered in the blonde’s mind. She had to go and nothing would stop her. Something was calling out to her. Someone was.

Lemon was alive, but she wouldn’t be much longer if she didn’t do something.

“Lemon.” Juice mumbled, stumbling out of the grip to grab her sword before turning back to the ajar window. Kiara protested but she couldn’t hear most of it. She was out, flying faster than she knew she could. She was getting Lemon no matter what.

It was hopeless to stop her, Kiara could only watch as Juice soon disappeared from view. Going alone was a horrible idea, though she was too far to follow. Kiara sighed, knowing she’d had to add another to the missing list. Why did it have to be Juice? Why Lemon?

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Juice felt the frozen wind assaulting her, fighting her for daring to fly so fast. It didn’t hurt, the adrenaline pumped through her too fast to feel much of anything right now. She had something else to focus on.

There she was, the sight made her stomach churn. Lemon was curled up on the ground, as if she’d been hurt and was trying to stop any more pain. There was a group of people behind her, voices hauntingly familiar. They looked down at the pixie, prodding at her before laughing at the helpless mess she’d become.

It was when one of them kicked her in the stomach that something inside her broke. Nothing. No more thoughts, no anxiety, no fear. Just the pure anger, her life’s worth of pent-up frustrations and hurt, everything mixed together. It would feel horrible and overwhelming any other time but now she was void of anything other than rage. If they were going to hurt Lemon then there was no reason to spare them.

The sight of a flying sword-weiding creature sent the humans stumbling back to avoid a stab. It didn’t stop Juice, and she flung herself to the side, wings pushing her further than they could run. It was a short-lived game of cat and mouse, the predator catching her prey with ease. She felt an urge to toy with them, enjoy the suffering of people who tormented someone so sweet and innocent.

They had to pay, that was all she could think about. Making them suffer one way or another. She saw such genuine fear in their eyes— a fear for their lives.

Good.

Her attention was fixed on the leader, a scrawny man who was stupidly confident about who he was facing. The others had scattered, trying to stay near their group but fearing what Juice was capable of.

Her sword did the talking, pointed at his throat. It was hard to get a word out when someone had you seized up with magic, a sword dangerously close to you.

“I’m going to make myself clear. You’ll live if you leave and never come back. If you don’t, I’ll kill you here and now.” looking her in the eyes, the human gulped. He’d never seen so much fury in a person sounding so blankly calm. He could only huff, not wanting to reply at first.

That was enough, Juice’s sword moved from his throat, slicing a light cut in his arm, watching the blood trickle down her sword with an emotionless gaze. She moved it back to the neck, eyes glowing with fury as she pressed it bluntly into him.

“Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes! We’ll leave and never return, don’t kill me!” For all his prior aggression, the man quivered under the blonde’s venomous glare. She let him go to see him and his minions retreat. Part of her wanted to see them all sprawled out, dead on the floor for what they’d done. But that wasn’t how to deal with conflict, and it would end badly if Lemon saw something that gruesome.

Lemon. The realisation of where she was hit Juice like a truck. She was still curled up, staring at with Juice as if she’d been the one she threatened within an inch of her life.

“Lem?” She tried to keep her voice soft, not to shock the poor thing. Lemon looked up at the voice. She could barely feel her body, she’d seen everything but it felt like a desperate dream. She didn’t believe Juice was there. How could she be? After everything. She was there. It was over. It didn’t feel real but the arms wrapped around her waist tethered her back to reality.

It was real. It was safe. It was Juice.

Lemon crumbled in her arms, finally feeling everything trickle out of her. All the pent-up anger, sadness, hopelessness. It all flowed out in tears she didn’t realise she was crying until her body began to quiver with sobs.

Juice just held her, wishing she could soothe the emotions but knowing it needed to be let out.

“I missed you so much, you’re safe now, I promise.” Juice’s voice cracked, holding Lemon was making her tear up but she needed to hold it together to make sure she was alright. Even through the darkness, she could feel the bruises all over her body.

“Juicy.” Lemon whimpered, her words muffled from where her head was burrowed into her shoulder but the sound of her voice sent waves of calm through Juice. Lemon slowly stopped crying, nowhere near talking just yet but able to pull back from her shoulder and look Juice in the eye.

The burning hadn’t left. Juice felt something, it was on Lemon’s wrists, it burnt into her skin and hurt more than anything she’d ever felt. Then she noticed the handcuffs, the shine of them made it clear they were silver. No wonder she was in so much pain.

The fairy made the mistake of grabbing it, hissing in pain as she pulled her hand back. Lemon stared at her, terrified and not quite understanding what had just happened.

“I’m fine, I just need to get these off you, okay?” Lemon nodded slowly, eyes not leaving the blonde.

Using her hand to steady herself and keep the cuffs in place wasn’t ideal but she could deal with the searing pain. It didn’t take much for her sword to cut through them, finally freeing Lemon from the pain and giving her a bit more clarity on what was going on.

“Juice, are we going to go home?” Lemon glanced up, meekly squeaking out the question with an almost soundless voice.

“Yeah, we’re going home. I’ll get something to support your wrists and tomorrow we’ll get you properly bandaged up. It’s all over now, I promise.”

“It’s over. You’re here, you came.” Her voice was clearer now, sounding as if Lemon were reassuring herself of everything that had happened. She leant into Juice for support as they stood up, far too weak to do much herself.

The fairy scooped her up, holding her to her chest as she flew back to Lemon’s house. The familiar scenery would keep her calm, neither of them could deal with people just yet. She got Lemon into bed easily, the pixie quickly starting to fade from consciousness as Juice wrapped a shirt around each of her wrists to stop them from getting hurt on anything else.

Just as she felt herself start to doze off, Lemon poked her.

“Hold me? Please.”

Juice shuffled closer, pulling Lemon into her arms. It wasn’t the first time they shared a bed, it wasn’t weird. Juice couldn’t leave her alone like this, holding her to make her feel safer was what they both needed.

She was scared for what would happen when Lemon processed all of this, it was going to be hard for her to deal with everything. Juice swore to herself then and there, no matter what she wasn’t letting Lemon leave her side. They would deal with it all together.

She couldn’t lose her again.

#glass wings fic #fantasy au #lemonjuice #lemongivesyoulife #juice boxx #kiara schatzi

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olivenight17 · 4 years

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Emi Fukukado x F!Reader “Change of Plans”

Heya, everyone! Alrighty, I saw the contest made by @heroheads and I couldn’t help myself. We haven’t talked, so I’m sure this must be awkward and therefore I have to apologize, but congratulations on that 500 followers milestone! I hope you don’t mind me getting in on this even though you don’t know me.

With that said, I decided to do Emi because honestly there’s not enough love for her, and it popped into my head almost immediately so, here we are! It’s, kinda angsty on Emi’s part, and it takes a while before we even get to the love but it’s there. I hope it’s enjoyable!

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Emi Fukukado x F!Reader Change of Plans

Find a guy, fall in love, get married. That had always been the plan.

For a while, Emi truly thought that was how it was going to go down. It was the expectation, it was how a woman knew she had reached the epitome of happiness. In her younger days, it was about all she could think about. Some guy coming in, sweeping her off her feet and towards happiness. She had been so ready for it all, but then it never came. None of the boys in her school ever seemed to really notice her. The few who didn’t turn her down… hadn’t quite met her expectations. There wasn’t a connection, there weren’t sparks, there wasn’t anything in any of the boys she had dated. Her stomach didn’t do flips when she saw them, there weren’t any fireworks going off when they kissed, and she never felt a single heartbreak when the relationship ended. For years she had been so confused by it all. Why was it that nothing clicked?

“Chin up, Emi. Just keep smiling, a nice boy will be sure to fall in love with you soon.” That’s what her mother always told her. She had always figured her mother to be right, she just had to keep trying. There was a man out there for her, she just had to find him!

But then, years had gone by. She put away all of the silly needs for love and doubled down on her hero work, she was young and she needed to get ahead of the game. The agency she had been accepted at was promising after all and it was the start of something spectacular, she could already feel it. She worked hard at her agency, at her job, and she was becoming incredibly successful. The public loved her and she often called home with a new story every week. Though it wasn’t long before the pressing question had jumped out at her.

So, when are you getting married?

Emi had been able to brush off the question at first, giving off hand remarks that her job had to come first, she had a good start and she shouldn’t squander it now by getting new priorities. But the question continued to be asked, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to laugh it off. The dating scene was starting to come back in her peripheral view. She started noticing all of the couples on the street, all of her friends talking about their own relationship. She found it hard to smile the day her friend told her about her engagement. All of the romantic holidays were suddenly becoming much more lonely and Emi found herself at a stand still.

This wasn’t like when she and her friends were younger. Even though they all tried dating, they always stuck together. And now, Emi stood, watching all of her friends go in different directions, arm in arm with the men of their dreams. Something tugged at her heart, not that she could place what it was. Despite her best attempts at dating again, she was left once more with the same empty feeling in her soul. Nothing had changed it seemed, and the frustration soon built up.

“So, have any boys entered your life yet?” Emi could practically hear her mother wiggling her eyebrows over the phone.

She rolled her eyes with a gentle smile. “Come on, mom. You only ask this question like, a hundred times a week,” she shot back.

“I’m just saying, honey. You’re starting to get up there in age, you’re going to want to find a man to settle down with. I found your father at the age of 21 and we were married by the time we were 22,” her mother sighed. “And yet you’re 25 and still single. You need to find a man-”

“Well, for your information, I already found one,” Emi interrupted, trying her best not to grip the phone too tightly in her hands. “He’s from the neighboring agency… Shouta Aizawa.” She wasn’t sure why she said his name of all people, but he was the one who stuck out the most. To be fair, he had always been kind to her, even when she could tell he would rather sleep.

Her mother paused, not expecting her daughter to actually have an answer, but the moment soon passed when a high pitched squeal travelled directly into Emi’s ear. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy for you! Tell me everything.”

That was how her infatuation with the underground hero began. She set her sights on him and became relentless in her affections, she sought hard to find every good quality about him. His soft looking hair, how clever he was, the small ways he showed affection. A lot of her energy was focused on how great he was, he would make the perfect husband and she would make the perfect wife. The image had been built before her, and she pursued relentlessly, it felt good to have at least somewhat of an answer whenever her mother asked her. And though the pressure had been somewhat alleviated, it was soon built back on as she entered her late 20s. Her pursuit for Aizawa wasn’t enough to appease her mother anymore and it felt like she was grasping at straws.

She sighed, as she downed her fifth drink in a row. It was late, she should have been calling it a night by now, but she didn’t have the energy to care. As of now, it was just her and her glass, until a dark figure sat on the seat next to her. She looked up to see none other than Aizawa and she giggled drunkenly as she reached her arms out to hug him. “Shouta~ it’s such a nice surprise to see you here!” She pouted when he dodged her open arms.

“Believe me, I’d rather not be here. But you seriously need to go home, you shouldn’t act like this in public,” he hissed quietly.

She giggled again, reaching to poke his cheek. “Aww, you do care! I knew you cared, deep inside,” she sung.

He swatted her hand away with a sigh, grabbing her by the shoulder and lifting her up. “Come on, you’re going home.” She didn’t fight him as he dragged her out of the bar.

The night air was chilly, and she sniffled as she stumbled through the street. She looked around her, seeing a couple ahead of them holding hands. She looked to her side and there was another one, laughing as they cuddled on a bench. Emi’s heart sank as her eyes travelled to the ground.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Shouta mused.

“...Why can’t things ever just work out, Shouta,” Emi asked. “Because I’ve tried so hard to make it work. I’ve given up so much to make things work between every guy I’ve dated, but it doesn’t feel right. Does...does that make sense? When you meet a person you fall in love with, it’s supposed to feel special and light and like your tummy is made of butterflies when they so much as say your name. But it doesn’t matter what I do because that never happens to me. Never.” She sniffed again, barking out a laugh. “It’s why I kept going after you so much. I thought if I just stayed focused on one guy, then it would have to work out, you know? If I didn’t give my heart any other choice I could just make it get feelings and not even that worked! I...I don’t feel the way I think I do about you… I don’t think I ever did. But, but I have to, because what else is left? If this doesn’t work, does that mean that’s it? Am I capable of being loved? Can I love? Because I’ve tried for years and it doesn’t work, I’m just unlovable and I’ll end up all alone with no one-”

“Hey.” Shouta abruptly turned her to face him. “Stop thinking like that. I…” He trailed off, occasionally opening his mouth and then shutting it before groaning and looking at her. “I’m only saying this once, so you better listen. Emi, you are full of love, you’re one of the most loving people I’ve ever met. You are kind and caring and make sure everyone else’s needs are met before taking care of your own. You are so selfless, you are capable of love, that I have no doubt of. Love isn’t something you can just force, it has to come naturally, and if it hasn’t, maybe you just need to start looking for that love in a different direction.” His eyes lost their hardened glare. “I’ll never love you the way you’ve tried to get me to, and I will certainly never marry you. But, for what it’s worth… you have my respect and my support.”

Emi looked at him for a long time, before smiling and hugging him tightly, letting little hiccups into his shoulder. “Thank you, Shouta. Thank you, thank you, thank you…” She smiled a little brighter when he patted her back.

“Alright, alright. Get off already, we’ve reached your building complex, anyhow.”

Quickly, she bounced off him, wiping her face of her tears and stumbling towards her apartment, only to land face first on the stairs and laughing.

A door was opened and a woman appeared, her mouth gaping as she looked at the scene. “Oh my God, Emi? What happened to you, are you okay?” She asked worriedly, rushing down the staircase to reach her.

Emi looked at her with a dazed smile. “Oh, it’s (Y/N)! Yay, hey Shouta, this is my neighbor (Y/N), isn’t she the best? Hehe, I’m fine though, really. Don’t worry about me at all,” she chirped.

She wasn’t buying it and looked towards Shouta. “She just had a little too much to drink, make sure she gets to bed,” were his only instructions.

The woman nodded as she managed to carry Emi back up the stairs, thanking Shouta and bidding him a good night, before looking back down at the hero in her arms. “You’ve been gone for hours without so much as a call, you really had me worried, Em.” She commented.

Emi waved it off. “Bah, I would’ve been fine! Besides, you’re so nice and pretty and you talk to me when I’m lonely and you bake me things when I’m sad. I have to come back or else I’d get sad and who would be there to bake me cupcakes? No one!”

She rolled her eyes with a grin as she opened the door to Emi’s apartment. “Fair enough, now come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Over the next few years, Emi took the words Shouta said to her to heart. She stopped chasing him at long last, and looked in a different direction, which is exactly how she did achieve her dream.

Indeed, she had reached the epitome of happiness, and she stared at herself in the mirror, twirling around in her wedding dress. After years and years of waiting, the day had finally come. Emi had fallen head over heels and nothing could stop the grin on her face on her wedding day. She had never been so happy. Her love had the perfect sparkling eyes, a melodic voice that always made her heart beat ten times faster, and she didn’t think there’d be a day when there wasn’t a full blown fireworks show in her mind when they kissed.

Truly, her plan had come to fruition, and all that was needed was just one, tiny adjustment to it…

Emi walked out into the hallway as she looked at her future wife, already waiting at the altar. (Y/N) was grinning at her, with tears brimming her eyes and Emi knew her own expression was a perfect mirror. It felt like she was floating on a cloud as she took her hands in hers, planting a kiss on her hand before slipping the ring over her finger, and giggling when (Y/N) did the same. Her stomach was filled with butterflies that only stopped when their bond was finally sealed with a soft and loving kiss. Emi pulled away only to hug (Y/N) as tight as could be. “I love you, I love you so much.” Her grin widened as she felt her wife squeeze her tightly, picking her up and laughing before resting her forehead against Emi’s.

“I love you too. Now, I believe we have a honeymoon calling our name.” She winked and Emi whooped as she was picked up bridal style and carried off to a new life.

A life filled with laughter, love and happiness.

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bmpmp3 · 4 years

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what up sluts ive been having to be taken off an ssri cause i got allergic to it or something so ive been kinda fucked up these past few weeks sorry for being so MIA blows a kiss anywya im wanna talk about my hot aqours movie take that i never get to talk about because the only person i know whos as into love live as much as i am is a u’s purist but i am literally thhinking about it 20 four seven and its not hot in the slightest that was a lie its not really cold either its just no one cares as much as i do about this one specific thing but like DAMN the music choices are.....strange

LIKE they start off fantastically with just a very good and very long but catchy broadway esque opening with bokura no hshdjfdaaejgdsnsmfds... and i personally dont mind that the third years are the only ones who get a specific song just for them (unlike how each year group got a song in the u’s movie) cause the aqours is about saying goodbye to the third years and a sorta passing of the torch for the others to continue on while the the muse movie is about honoka breaking the time stream and also saying goodbye to the group as a whole

anyway i adore bokura no something or other its such a good opening and i love mobius loop something or other (although it wasnt given enough time to breath and really be memorable i found) and hop stop nonstop rules its one of those love like songs that are so painfully catchy they stockholm you into loving them like puwa puwa o or cotton candy ei ei oh and i love its high energy and the visuals for it are very fun (i know its goofy how fast maris mother conflict was resolved but like i dunno i dont expect anything in love live to be necessarily....well written)

and youve got believe again which is great although not my favourite saint snow song (its really hard to beat self control qwq) but man i think they did saint snow a little dirty by following it up with like the best song in the movie brightest melody like WHAT happened there WHY did you bust ur best song nut so FAST theres still like half an hour left of the movie!!! what are you gonna do now!!!!

okay i might be overhyping it but brightest melody is so good tho like i personally wish it was a third years center or even a mari center vocally for narrative and aesthetic (the third years outfits being different) reasons but its so GOOD the outfits rule and i love the quick change, plus not to be like the cinnamon tography but like.....the sin of man tography......... the greatest moment of that movie is right at the first line of the chorus where its like KIIIIIIRA kiRA and theres this loud drum bang and the entire screen lights up as the sun rises.......god it rules, i also think its just a great song with very classic aqours sound with like the emphasize on drum beats and the very going forward into the future oriented tone and lyrics like im biased most of my favourite aqours songs include water blue new world mirai ticket and miracle wave jhkfeasdska i know what i like and its key changes............ anyway that song kinda overshadows believe again which is a shame but then the biggest musical crime the movie commits happens next and im still upset about this

i said brightest melody was the best song but thats not entirely true, its the best song with a visual performance, but kiseki hikaru......kiseki hikaru....its SHAFTED.....RELEGATED TO MONTAGE MUSIC ONLY.......WHADDA HELL like GODDAMN not to be a whore for key changes and lietmotifs but literally its the theme for the past season if you use that you can just make the entire audience cry for free and i cant believe they squandered it just to follow it up with the most boring song in the world next sparkling

im sorry ill try not to be too mean to next sparkling its still a good song i mean its a love live song i dont know what kinda intense secret process these musicians go through to perfectly manufacture the greatest possible idol anime music in the world but they know what theyre doing alright

but man next sparkling just kinda deflates the energy the rest of the movies music was building... i dont really compare a lot of the aqours movie to the muse movie because again the muse movie is about honoka becoming her own grandpa or something and the aqours movie is about saying goodbye to the third years but i will say they shoulda taken some tips from bokutachi wa hitotsu no hikari with how to end off a movie, fitting lyrics and tone (a bittersweet goodbye, we’ll be together in our hearts, that sorta thing) plus the cute lyrics with the girls names in em and the little references to past songs........fantastic

or hell they shoulda taken pointers from the past aqours seasons like mirai ticket rules and water blue new world with wonderful stories is a double whammy of fantastic ways to end off ur anime, but like next sparkling feels like a filler b side off a single this doesnt feel like ur goodbye song it barely feels like an aqours song outside of the drum machines jfsakdsa too much emphasis on guitars and synths (that always felt more like a muse thing, aqours feels more about loud bombastic beats and strong chorus melodies while muse is more into guitar riffs and solos and super good song openers) the chorus too similar to the verses and the energy too consistent throughout where it kinda blends together as a six minute slog to the point where the one fun and creative thing they do, having the third years not appear until the middle of the song, is barely noticeable because of how samey it sounds hhygiurwejfsdsklsjfds although i think the structure may have been more effective if maybe like they started with the third years and they vanished half way through but maybe appears again near the end in the choruses and maybe some fun vocalizations to symbolize that even tho theyre moving on to the next stage of their lives theyre still there in spirit or something jreihrkdnjfs i dunno

what i really think they needed tho was a catchy song more in line with aqours usual running-forward-to-the-future building up sound but with some musical references to both the main themes of the second season (like with kiseki hikaru) but also the main theme of the first season and maybe even a hint of stuff from bokura no hwiurhjekgrsfeajsgrkfed from the beginning of the movie, or maybe a similar tone to it to sorta bookend it with a bit of broadway flare...or maybe references to the third years solo songs???? or hell some refs to mijuku dreamer???? i need references sunrise, i need references to past music so i can remember how far weve come and cry, do you want my tears sunrise? do you want my tears? give me references sunrise. give me references

anyway this literally only matters to me and nobody else feels that strongly but i think next sparkling is such a lame ender for aqours anime run and everyday i have to deal with the fact that their gonna try to use it as aqours bokutachi wa hitostu no hikaru and theyre gonna try to make me feel with it and im gonna feel nothing and be bummed because i wanna feel

oh well like the next thing they released animation wise with aqours after the movie was the music video for mitaiken horizon and today i was watching that and i did start crying so maybe they learned a little too late how to make us feel with aqours hjedgksfndkasjkfdla

its about the key shifts, its always the key shifts

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satya-arts · 4 years

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thenamesblurrito · 4 years

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record about Starscream from Skyfire? or any of his teachers really?

Record: give us an in-character blurb about x thing or event in this AU, from history, from the plot, etc!

This one is more of an in-character piece than a fic, woohoo I can follow my own prompts! No readmore because tungle is dumb and this one is short.

“Starscream?” Skyfire sighed heavily, sinking down into his desk chair. “Now there is a youngling I do not know what to do with. Where do I begin?

“He’s sharp. Certainly smarter than other people give him credit for. If he applied himself, I think he’d be in the top percentage of the whole Academy. The problem is, he bends his intelligence towards securing a reputation, instead of letting his abilities shine as they are. I don’t know why—maybe he had to compete for attention in his aerie, maybe he got no support from his peers when he was younger. But with the way he carries on now, everyone assumes from his boasting that he must be compensating for stupidity.”

He shuffled in the desk drawers for a moment, pulling out a couple datapads and bringing up a layout of charts and diagrams, marked with Starscream’s name at the top. “He’s taken to xenobiology like an insecticon to sweet gels. Thundercracker and Skywarp haven’t grasped the concepts like Starscream, but somehow he’s the one who feels the need to remind everyone in the vicinity that organics are disgusting, lesser-than creatures that shouldn’t be considered lifeforms. It’s like he’s parroting the common propaganda to prevent others from accusing him of being interested in a subject that seekers don’t often study.” Skyfire looked down with a blank expression. “He doesn’t want to be bullied for falling outside of his frame’s stereotype. I understand that.”

He put away the datapads and stood to pace the length of his office. Late evening sunlight blazed through the bay windows, sending prisms reflecting off the many specimens and replicas of organic life scattered across his space. “The worst of it is, he’s perfectly willing to become a bully himself! One moment he’s shrugging off cruel remarks from someone taunting his voice cracking, and the next he’s mocking another for their low grades, or their clumsiness, or some other inane thing that he thinks he can compare himself to and come out better looking. He—”

Skyfire stopped and sighed once more. He shuffled to the windows to watch the sunset light up the cityscape, plating bathed in crimson. “He has so much potential,” he murmured. “There’s no reason for him to squander it, trying to force everyone to recognize him. There are people who see and appreciate him for who he is. Why, if it weren’t for Windblade still stubbornly talking to him, I wouldn’t have noticed half of what Starscream does. She seems so determined to prove him a good person… and he often proves her right in spite of himself.”

“One day,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a wry smile. “Mirage was particularly antagonistic, and no matter what I did he would not stop pestering the students in his row. Starscream paid him no mind, but as soon as he turned his comments on Windblade, he got right up to Mirage and hovered there, perfectly poised, and with a lot more menace than a youngling should be capable of! I’d never seen a mech of his age fly in root mode with such control and precision, and no one else in the class had either, because they all stopped to stare. I don’t even remember what it was that Starscream said, but it was scathing enough to keep Mirage quiet for an orn. Windblade looked shocked. Starscream did too, to be honest. I don’t think he thought about what he did until it was already over.

“His base instinct is to intervene when wrong is being done… but his learned behavior is to protect himself from perceived danger.” Skyfire’s smile fell, and he looked very somber for a moment. “I don’t understand how he finds the bravery to transform and rise up as… anyway.”

He strode back over to his desk and flipped through a stack of files, as if leaving his train of thought behind. “Starscream is a favorite student of mine, true. But I don’t go easy on him. I simply understand that he struggles with more demand on his time and energy than I know about, and I give him the space he needs. I’ve told him I am always here to help should he need it, but it’s his choice to take me up on the offer. There isn’t much more to say.” He looked up, something hard in his optics, and gestured to the door. “Anything else would have to come from Starscream himself, although I don’t believe he will trust so easily. And I will certainly never break the trust he’s given me.”

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marisamsan · 4 years

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In order for a nation to survive, two critical emotions must be controlled. Contrary to popular belief, these emotions are not fear and greed—although these are very important to control, as well. Rather, it’s masculine aggression and feminine vanity that must be controlled…and we are doing a terrible job at this.

Unfortunately, over the past 70 years, we’ve seen sex roles and gender dynamics completely turned on their heads. Rather than men and women working together to create better relationships, more functional families, and more powerful countries, we’ve been pit against one another by toxic ideologies and ruthless demagogues.

It is not enough to simply know what is happening, however—we must know precisely how it’s happening, step by step, and more importantly, WHY it’s happening. In this article, I will explore why our society has gone so downhill so fast, and potential solutions we can integrate to remedy it (if we can save it, at all).

The Two Forces

As I said previously, there are two very delicate forces which must constantly be counter-balancing one another, and anytime they grow unbalanced, there will be chaos. These two forces are, of course, masculine aggression and feminine vanity. Too much masculine aggression, and a country becomes war-torn, unable to run itself or stay stable long enough to produce any sort of civilization (think the Middle East).

Too much feminine vanity, however, and the opposite occurs. Men become reclusive, because women become far too difficult to deal with. This is why we’ve seen the rise of the sigma male over the past 20 years—men who refuse to attach themselves to any sort of social hierarchy. They’re not alpha, beta, or omega. They just do as they do, without adhering to any sort of social group or workplace hierarchy.

As feminine vanity grows excessive, female hypergamy is given reign to run loose. Rather than men and women developing healthy relationships with one another, women become so conceited that they refuse to “settle” for anyone less than an alpha male Chad Thundercock, and thus we have a surplus of angry, bitter women who hit the wall at 30 and end up childless and alone.

It’s so obvious that it should go without saying, that we are currently in a serious imbalance. For far too long, masculine aggression has been hampered and stomped down by our effeminate school system, our brainwashing devices (aka TV’s), and our mass media control system. All the while, these things have encouraged women to do as they please, without any consequences or thought of their actions on a larger, societal scale.

Restoring the Balance

Balance will be restored, one way or another. There are only two ways for this imbalance to possibly be restored, and most men here will acknowledge, at least implicitly, that this is the case:

Men in OTHER COUNTRIES restore the balance (by coming here en masse)

Men in THIS COUNTRY restore the balance (by not being pussies)

Those are the only two options. There is no third option, where women somehow magically stop giving men 500,000 shit tests a day and step down to become good, faithful girlfriends, wives, and mothers. This will not happen. When a society reaches this critical imbalance, only one of two things can happen.

Of course, we all know what the elites (oy vey!) are pushing for. They want to bring millions of aggressive, young, fighting-age men to this country, to supposedly help combat “population decline.” We all know that this is complete horse shit, and that their true motive is to destroy America.

Even so, with the full force of the elites raining down upon us, there is hope. Over the past two years, we’ve seen more masculine energy emerge and come to the front of our socio-political battlegrounds than arguably any other time in history. For the first time in the past 70 years, men are reclaiming their manhood.

Let me reiterate that this is the only option. There is no magical world where everything just works out great, where we have millions of violent, aggressive 20-something-year-old men come into this country, and we retain our values as an Anglo-Saxon country. No. This will not happen. We either get our acts together, collectively, as men, or we watch our nation burn.

The Path Forward (2018-2020)

The next two years are of critical importance. We have collectively, successfully memed the most brutally alpha and pro-American president into office arguably since Ronald Reagan. This is not an opportunity that we can afford to squander—we must all begin proactively restoring the balance of masculinity in this country, from the top down, otherwise our nation will perish to globalists and their dumb, but useful allies.

There will be resistance, as there is whenever masculinity tries to assert itself. Pay no attention to this resistance. Simply follow the advice which the manosphere advocates for:

Create an income independent of a massive, bureaucratic, globalist corporation

Increase your testosterone levels (start by avoiding foods that kill testosterone)

Lift weights, and become physically able to stand up for yourself

Proactively participate in the upcoming midterms, and the Presidential Election of 2020

Do everything you can to red pill those who are ready (emphasis on them being ready)

If we, collectively, as a group of thousands of like-minded men all across the nation can successfully pull this off, we will see a resurgence of economic, political, and social growth which will have been unprecedented.

If we do not pull it off however, and our nation succumbs to the manipulations of the elite, a far more grim and sinister future will play out.

The Alternative

If we do not successfully reclaim the balance of masculine aggression and feminine vanity in this country, all will be lost, and we will be forced to either live through hell, or leave our homelands. Here’s what to expect over the next decade or so, if a social justice warrior is elected President in 2020, and we lose the culture wars:

Increasing surveillance over the internet

More thought crime policies instituted into law

The figurative castration of men all across the country

Eventual race wars, or religious wars, spurred on primarily by Islamic migrants

This is non-negotiable. If we lose the culture wars to SJW’s over the next several years, we will begin to see lobbying to shut down any and all manosphere websites dedicated to spreading the truth. We have already seen PayPal, YouTube, Amazon, Facebook, Twitter, and Google begin to censor people like Roosh, Alex Jones, Donald Trump, and other conservative/red pilled speakers. We cannot afford to stand this any longer.

If we lose these mediums to the globalists, they will easily gain the support of the public to institute thought crime policies into our legal system. You have a book by Bronze Age Pervert, that Amazon can track from your order history? NAZI SCUM! You’re going to prison. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t actually hurt anyone in any way shape or form, because you had an opinion that the globalists dislike.

As this begins to happen, men will self-imprison all over the nation. Some will fight, of course, and maybe win (if we’re lucky). Others will leave and attempt to gain citizenship in more male-friendly countries such as Denmark, Austria, and Poland. The rest will be forced to hang their heads in perpetual shame.

Eventually, as the population of third world migrants explodes, and tribalism is exacerbated by the polarizing media, we will begin to see rampant terrorist attacks, which are already happening in Germany, The UK, and other nations around the cucked European Union. Inevitably, this will end in a civil war.

It’s Our Choice

I have presented to you the only two choices that we have, and to me, the decision is quite simple. We can either sit around passively, and squabble amongst ourselves over stupid theories and philosophies, or we can take action to better ourselves and improve the stance of our nation.

The choice is clear to me. We either succumb to globalist propaganda, see the death of masculinity in the West, and see freedom of speech die as it is destined to do, or we fight back and create a better future. Some may say this is melodramatic. I would say that a mere cursory glance at history will prove otherwise.

Read Next: Cultural Collapse Theory: The 7 Steps That Lead To A Complete Culture Decline

It was Joe’s first date with Mary. He asked her what she wanted in life and she replied, “I want to establish my career. That’s the most important thing to me right now.” Undeterred that she had no need for a man in her life, Joe entertained her with enough funny stories and cocky statements that she soon allowed him to lightly pet her forearm.

At the end of the date, he locked arms with her on the walk to the subway station, when two Middle Eastern men on scooter patrol accosted them and said they were forbidden to touch. “This is Sharia zone,” they said in heavily accented English, in front of a Halal butcher shop. Joe and Mary felt bad that they offended the two men, because they were trained in school to respect all religions but that of their ancestors. One of the first things they learned was that their white skin gave them extra privilege in life which must be consciously restrained at all times. Even if they happened to disagree with the two men, they could not verbally object because of anti-hate laws that would put them in jail for religious discrimination. They unlocked arms and maintained a distance of three feet from each other.

Unfortunately for Joe, Mary did not want to go out with him again, but seven years later he did receive a message from her on Facebook saying hello. She became vice president of a company, but could not find a man equal to her station since women now made 25% more than men on average. Joe had long left the country and moved to Thailand, where he married a young Thai girl and had three children. He had no plans on returning to his country, America.

If cultural collapse occurs in the way I will now describe, the above scenario will be the rule within a few decades. The Western world is being colonized in reverse, not by weapons or hard power, but through a combination of progressivism and low reproductive rates. These two factors will lead to a complete cultural collapse of many Western nations within the next 200 years. This theory will show the most likely mechanism that it will proceed in America, Canada, UK, Scandinavia, and Western Europe.

What Is A Cultural Collapse?

Cultural collapse is the decline, decay, or disappearance of a native population’s rituals, habits, interpersonal communication, relationships, art, and language. It coincides with a relative decline of population compared to outside groups. National identity and group identification will be lost while revisionist history will be applied to demonize or find fault with the native population. Cultural collapse is not to be confused with economic or state collapse. A nation that suffers from a cultural collapse can still be economically productive and have a working government.

First I will share a brief summary of the cultural collapse progression before explaining them in more detail. Then I will discuss where I see many countries along its path.

The Cultural Collapse Progression

1. Removal of religious narrative from people’s lives, replaced by a treadmill of scientific and technological “progress.”

2. Elimination of traditional sex roles through feminism, gender equality, political correctness, cultural Marxism, and socialism.

3. Delay or abstainment of family formation by women to pursue careerist lifestyles while men wait in confused limbo.

4. Decreasing birth rate among native population.

5. Government enactment of open immigration policies to prevent economic collapse.

6. Immigrant refusal to fully acclimate, forcing host culture to adopt external rituals and beliefs while being out-reproduced.

7. Natives becoming marginalized in their own country.

1. Removal of religious narrative

Religion has been a powerful restraint for millennia in preventing humans from pursuing their base desires and narcissistic tendencies so that they satisfy a god. Family formation is the central unit of most religions, possibly because children increase membership at zero marginal cost to the church (i.e. they don’t need to be recruited).

Religion may promote scientific ignorance, but it facilitates reproduction by giving people a narrative that places family near the center of their existence.[1] [2] [3] After the Enlightenment, the rapid advance of science and its logical but nihilistic explanations into the universe have removed the religious narrative and replaced it with an empty narrative of scientific progress, knowledge, and technology, which act as a restraint and hindrance to family formation, allowing people to pursue individual goals of wealth accumulation or hedonistic pleasure seeking.[4] As of now, there has not been a single non-religious population that has been able to reproduce above the death rate.[5]

Even though many people today claim to believe in god, they may not step inside a church but once or twice a year for special holidays. Religion went from being a lifestyle, a manual for living, to something that is thought about in passing.

2. Elimination of traditional sex roles

Once religion no longer plays a role in people’s lives, the stage is set to fracture male-female bonding. It is collectively attacked by several ideologies stemming from the beliefs of Cultural Marxist theory, which serve to accomplish one common end: destruction of the family unit so that citizens are dependent on the state. They achieve this goal through the marginalization of men and their role in society under the banner of “equality.”[6] With feminism pushed to the forefront of this umbrella movement, the drive for equality ends up being a power grab by women.[7] This attack is performed on a range of fronts:

medicating boys from a young age with ADHD drugs to eradicate displays of masculinity[8]

shaming of men for having direct sexual interest in attractive and fertile women

criminalization of normal male behavior by redefining some instances of consensual sex as rape[9]

imprisonment of unemployed fathers for non-payment of child support, rendering them destitute and unable to be a part of their children’s lives[10]

taxation of men at higher rates for redistribution to women[11] [12]

promotion of single mother and homosexual lifestyles over that of the nuclear family[13] [14]

The end result is that men, confused about their identify and averse to state punishment from sexual harassment, “date rape,” and divorce proceedings, make a rational decision to wait on the sidelines.[15] Women, still not happy with the increased power given to them, continue their assault on men by instructing them to “man up” into what has become an unfair deal—marriage. The elevation of women above men is allowed by corporations, which adopt “girl power” marketing to expand their consumer base and increase profits.[16] [17] Governments also allow it because it increases their tax revenue. Because there is money to be made with women working and becoming consumers, there is no effort by the elite to halt this development.

3. Women begin to place career above family

At the same time men are emasculated as mere “sperm donors,” women are encouraged to adopt the career goals, mannerisms, and competitive lifestyles of men, inevitably causing them to delay marriage, often into an age where they can no longer find suitable husbands who have more resources than themselves. [18] [19] [20] [21] The average woman will find it exceedingly difficult to balance career and family, and since she has no concern of getting “fired” from her family, who she may see as a hindrance to her career goals, she will devote an increasing proportion of time into her job.

Female income, in aggregate, will soon match or exceed that of men.[22] [23] [24] A key reason that women historically got married was to be economically provided for, but this reason will no longer persist and women will feel less pressure or motivation to marry. The burgeoning spinster population will simply be a money-making opportunity for corporations to market to an increasing population of lonely women. Cat and small dog sales will rise.

Women succumb to their primal sexual and materialistic urges to live the “Sex and the City” lifestyle full of fine dining, casual sex, technological bliss, and general gluttony without learning traditional household skills or feminine qualities that would make them attractive wives.[25] [26] Men adapt to careerist women in a rational way by doing the following:

to sate their natural sexual desires, men allow their income to lower since economic stability no longer provides a draw to women in their prime[27]

they mimic “alpha male” social behavior to get laid with women who, without having an urgent need for a man’s monetary resources to survive, can choose men based on confidence, aesthetics, and general entertainment value[28]

they withdraw into a world of video games and the internet, satisfying their own base desires for play and simulated hunting[29] [30]

Careerist women who decide to marry will do so in a hurried rush around 30 because they fear growing old alone, but since they are well past their fertility peak[31], they may find it difficult to reproduce. In the event of successful reproduction at such a later age, fewer children can be born before biological infertility, limiting family size compared to the historical past.

4. Birth rates decrease among native population

The stage is now set for the death rate to outstrip the birth rate. This creates a demographic cliff where there is a growing population of non-working elderly relative to able-bodied younger workers. Two problems result:

Not enough tax revenue is supplied by the working population in order to provide for the elderly’s medical and social retirement needs.[32] Borrowing can only temporarily maintain these entitlements.

Decrease of economic activity since more people are dying than buying.[33]

No modern nation has figured out how to substantially raise birth rates among native populations. The most successful effort has been done in France, but that has still kept the birth rate among French-born women just under the replacement rate (2.08 vs 2.1).[34] The easiest and fastest way to solve this double-edged problem is to promote mass immigration of non-elderly individuals who will work, spend, and procreate at rates greater than natives.[35]

A replenishing supply of births are necessary to create taxpayers, workers, entrepreneurs, and consumers in order to maintain the nation’s economic development.[36] While many claim that the planet is suffering from “overpopulation,” an economic collapse is inevitable for those countries who do not increase their population at steady rates.

5. Large influx of immigration

An aging population without youthful refilling will cause a scarcity of labor, increasing that labor’s price. Corporate elites will now lobby governments for immigration reform to relieve this upward pressure on wages.[37] [38] At the same time, the modern mantra of sustained GDP growth puts pressure on politicians for dissemination of favorable economic growth data to aid in their re-elections. The simplest way to increase GDP without innovation or development of industry is to expand the population. Both corporate and political elites now have their goals in alignment where the easiest solution becomes immigration.[39] [40]

While politicians hem and haw about designing permanent immigration policies, immigrants continue to settle within the nation.[41] The national birth rate problem is essentially solved overnight, as it’s much easier to drain third-world nations of its starry-eyed population with enticements of living in the first-world than it is to encourage the native women to reproduce. (Lateral immigration from one first-world nation to another is so relatively insignificant that the niche term ‘expatriation’ has been developed to describe it). Native women will show a stubborn resistance at any suggestion they should create families, much preferring a relatively responsibility-free lifestyle of sexual variety, casual internet dating via mobile apps, consumer excess, and comfortable high-paying jobs in air conditioned offices.[42] [43]

Immigrants will almost always come from societies that are more religious and, in the case of Islam with regard to European immigration, far more scientifically primitive and rigid in its customs.[44]

6. Sanitization of host culture coincides with increase in immigrant power

While many adult immigrants will feel gracious at the opportunity to live in a more prosperous nation, others will soon feel resentment that they are forced to work menial jobs in a country that is far more expensive than their own.[45] [46] [47] [48] [49] The majority of them remain in lower economic classes, living in poor “immigrant communities” where they can speak their own language, find their own homeland foods, and follow their own customs or religion.

Instead of breaking out of their foreigner communities, immigrants seek to expand it by organizing. They form local groups and civic organizations to teach natives better ways to understand and serve immigrant populations. They will be eager to publicize cases where immigrants have been insulted by insensitive natives or treated unfairly by police authorities in the case of petty crime.[50] [51] [52] [53] [54] [55] School curriculums may be changed to promote diversity or multiculturalism, at great expense to the native culture.[56] Concessions will be made not to offend immigrants.[57] A continual stream of outrages will be found and this will feed the power of the organizations and create a state within a state where native elites become fearful of applying laws to immigrants.[58]

7. Destruction of native culture

This step has not yet happened in any first-world nation, so I will predict it based on logically extending known events I have already described.

Local elites will give lip service to immigrant groups for votes but will be slow to give them real state or economic power. Citizenship rules may even be tightened to prevent immigrants from being elected. The elites will be mostly insulated from the cultural crises in their isolated communities, private schools, and social clubs, where they can continue to incubate their own sub-culture without outside influence. At the same time, they will make speeches and enact polices to force native citizens to accept multiculturalism and blind immigration. Anti-hate and anti-discrimination laws will be more vigorously enforced than other more serious crimes. Police will monitor social networking to identify those who make statements against protected classes.

Cultural decline begins in earnest when the natives feel shame or guilt for who they are, their history, their way of life, and where their ancestors came from. They will let immigrant groups criticize their customs without protest, or they simply embrace immigrant customs instead with religious conversion and interethnic marriages. Nationalistic pride will be condemned as a “far-right” phenomenon and popular nationalistic politicians will be compared to Hitler. Natives learn the art of self-censorship, limiting the range of their speech and expressions, and soon only the elderly can speak the truths of the cultural decline while a younger multiculturalist within earshot attributes such frankness to senility or racist nostalgia.

With the already entrenched environment of political correctness (see stage 2), the local culture becomes a sort of “world” culture that can be declared tolerant and progressive as long as there is a lack of criticism against immigrants, multiculturalism, and their combined influence. All cultural identity will eventually be lost, and to be “American” or “British,” for example, will no longer have modern meaning from a sociological perspective. Native traditions will be eradicated and a cultural mixing will take place where citizens from one world nation will be nearly identical in behavior, thought, and consumer tastes to citizens of another. Once a collapse occurs, it cannot be reversed. The nation’s cultural heritage will be forever lost.

I want to now take a brief look at six different countries and see where they are along the cultural collapse progression…

Russia

This is an interesting case because, up to recently, we saw very low birth rates not due to progressive ideals but from a rough transition to capitalism in the 1990’s and a high male mortality from alcoholism.[59] [60] To help sustain its population, Russia is readily accepting immigrants from Central Asian regions, treating them like second-class citizens and refusing to make any accommodations away from the ethnic Russian way of life. Even police authorities turn a blind eye when local skinhead groups attack immigrants.[61] In addition, Russia has also shown no tolerance to homosexual or progressive groups,[62] stunting their negative effects upon the culture. The birth rate has risen in recent years to levels seen in Western Europe but it’s still not above the death rate. Russia will see a population collapse before a cultural one.

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Very low

Brazil

We’re seeing rapid movement through stages 2 and 3, where progressive ideology based on the American model is becoming adopted and a large poor population ensure progressive politicians will continue to remain in power with promises of economic redistribution.[63] [64] [65] Within 15 years we should see a sharp drop in birth rates and a relaxation of immigration laws.

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Moderate

America

Some could argue that America is currently experiencing a cultural collapse. It always had a fragile culture because of its immigrant foundings, but immigrants of the past (including my own parents) rapidly acclimated into the host culture to create a sense of national pride around an ethic of hard work and shared democratic values. This is being eroded as a fem-centric culture rises in its place, with its focus on trends, celebrities, homosexuality, multiculturalism, and male-bashing. Natives have become pleasure seekers with little inclination to reproduction during their years of peak fertility.[66]

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Very high

England

While America always had high amounts of immigration, and therefore a system of integration, England is newer to the game. In the past 20 years, they have massively ramped up their immigration efforts.[67] A visit to London will confirm that the native British are slowly becoming minorities, with their iconic red telephone booths left undisturbed purely for tourist photo opportunities. Approximately 5% of the English population is now Muslim.[68] Instead of acclimatizing, they are achieving early success in creating zones with Sharia law.[69] The English elite, in response, is jailing natives under stringent anti-race laws.[70] England had a highly successful immigration story with Polish immigrants who eagerly acclimated to English culture, but have opened the doors to other peoples who don’t want to integrate.[71]

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Very high

Sweden

Sweden is experiencing a similar immigration situation to England, but they possess a higher amount of self-shame and white guilt. Instead of allowing immigrants who could work in the Swedish economy, they are encouraging migration of asylum seekers who have been made destitute by war. These immigrants enter Sweden and immediately receive social benefits. In effect, Sweden is welcoming the least economically productive people in the world.[72] The immigrants will produce little or no economic benefit, and may even worsen Sweden’s economy. Immigrants are turning some parts of Sweden, such as the Rosengard area of Malmo, into a ghetto.[73]

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Very high

Poland

From my one and half years of living in Poland, I have seen a moderate level of progressive ideological creep, careerism among women, hedonism, and idolation of Western values, particularly out of England, where a large percentage of the Polish population have emigrated for work. Younger Poles may not act much different from their Western counterparts in their party lifestyle behavior, but there nonetheless remains a tenuous maintenance of traditional sex roles. Women of fertile age are pursuing relationships over one-night stands, but careerism is causing them to stall family formation. This puts a downward pressure on birth rates, which stems from significant numbers of fertile young women emigrating to countries like the UK and USA, along with continued economic uncertainties faced from transitioning to capitalism[74]. As Europe’s “least multicultural” nation, Poland has long been hesitant to accept immigrants, but this has recently changed and they are encouraging migrants.[75] To its credit, it is seeking first-world entrepreneurs instead of low skilled laborers or asylum seekers. Its cultural fate will be an interesting development in the years to come, but the prognosis will be more negative as long as its young people are eager to leave the homeland.

Likelihood of 50-year cultural collapse: Possible

Poland and Russia show the limitations of Cultural Collapse Theory in that it best applies to first-world nations with highly developed economies. They have low birth rates but not through the mechanism I described, though if they adopt a more Western ideological track like Brazil, I expect to see the same outcome that is befalling England or Sweden.

There can be many paths to cultural destruction, and those nations with the most similarities will gravitate towards the same path, just like how Eastern European nations are suffering low birth rates because of mass emigration due to being introduced into the European Union.

How To Stop Cultural Collapse

Maintaining native birth rates while preventing the elite from allowing immigrant labor is the most effective means at preventing cultural collapse. Since multiculturalism is an experiment with no proven efficacy, a culture can only be maintained by a relatively homogenous group who identify with each other. When that homogeneity breaks down and one citizen looks to the next and does not see a person with the same values as himself, the culture falls in dis-repair as native citizens begin to lose a shared means of communication and identity. Once the percentage of the immigrant population crosses a certain threshold (perhaps 15%), the decline will pick up in pace and cultural breakdown will be readily apparent to all observers.

Current policies to solve low birth rates through immigration is a short-term fix with dire long-term consequences. In effect, it’s a Trojan-horse prescription of irreversible cultural destruction. A state must prevent itself from entering the position where mass immigration is considered a solution by blocking progressive ideologies from taking hold. One way this can be done is through the promotion of a state-sponsored religion which encourages the nuclear family instead of single motherhood and homosexuality. However, introducing religion as a mainstay of citizen life in the post-enlightenment era may be impossible.

We must consider that the scientific era is an evolutionary maladaptive feature of humanity that natural selection will accordingly punish (i.e. those who are anti-religious and pro-science will simply breed less). It must also be considered that with religion in permanent decline, cultural collapse may be a certainty that eventually occurs in all developed nations. Religion, it may turn out, was evolutionary beneficial to the human race.

Another possible solution is to foster a patriarchal society where men serve as strong providers. If you encourage the development of successful men who possess indispensable skills and therefore resources that are lacked by females, there will be women below their station who want to marry and procreate with them, but if strong women are produced instead, marriage and procreation is unlikely to take place at levels above the death rate.

A gap between the sexes should always exist in the favor of men if procreation is to occur at high rates, or else you’ll have something similar to the situation in America where urban professional women cannot find “good men” to begin a family with (i.e., men who are significantly more financially successful than them). They instead remain single and barren, only used occasionally by cads for exciting casual sex.

One issue that I purposefully ignored is the effect of technology and consumerism on lowering birth rates. How much influence does video games, internet, and smartphones contribute to a birth decline? How much of an effect does Western-style consumerism have in delaying marriage? I suspect they have more of an amplification effect than being an outright cause. If a country is proceeding through the cultural collapse model, technology will simply hurry the collapse, but giving internet access to a traditionally religious group of people may not cause them to flip overnight. Research will have to be done in these areas to say for sure.

Conclusion

The first iteration of any theory is sure to create as many questions as answers, but I hope that by proposing this model, it becomes more clear why some cultures seem so quick to degrade while others display a sort of immunity. Some countries may be too far down the wrong path to be saved, but I hope the information presented gives concerned readers ideas on protecting their own culture by allowing them to connect how progressive ideologies that may seem innocent or benign on the surface can eventually lead to an outright collapse of their nation’s culture.

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Vaylin: Spirit of Vengeance - 2

Note that these things are generally self-contained and not exactly continuing stories, so I’m going to be a bit sloppy with them and not have links, but the tag should bring them up.

Brief gore.

She had explored this world for years, when she was allowed the time and the choice. It filled her with longing, to be able to touch, but she had squandered that in blood, and was content enough. And she had found a new purpose here, one more to her liking.

She walked through one of the great forests, through the traces of snow that clung to the ground, reaching up to the low branches. It was beautiful. It always had been, even back when her only view was a tiny photograph that they had never found. She smiled at the cleverness of that child. It was a small victory, amid so much misery, but she had decided she shouldn’t spend eternity dwelling on her pain. She had plenty of reminders of how much she had caused. Her attention drifted and she found herself far from the forest, on a snow covered peak. Out of old habit, she brushed herself off, and sat on a nearby rock, looking down on the small city below. She reached out with her senses, feeling the people milling about their homes, staying out of the cold as much as they could. She watched as speeders made their way down the gleaming roads, the great flying beasts that were used for long-distance travel flying overhead. Like in the forest, there was a light dusting of snow down in the city. Still, even at the beginnings of winter, there was green, given artificial light and heat to keep the plants growing. Probably a home of some noble or other, they seemed to like being able to see greenery all year round. Mostly, though, the leaves had turned to brown or were gone altogether. Everything had a season. There was a wrenching feeling, a sharp pain through where her heart would be. She sighed. She had received her next orders. For once, it was close. Again, she allowed herself to drift, allowed her “benefactors” to guide where she arrived. Soon, she was at a small farmhouse, further up toward one of the poles if the thicker snow was any indication. The side of the house had collapsed, and parts were on fire. She looked, and swiftly picked out the group of pirates that had apparently picked this isolated spot to make a base in. Remaining unseen, she explored, trying to determine what she was here to do. Shortly, she found the house’s former owners. Two men, a woman, three children. They were laying, cooling, in the snow. Even the youngest, a young boy, his eyes shut forever. So, her task clear, with no innocents to protect this time, she began her work. She did not have the power she had in life, she couldn’t simply call the entire group of villains to her and snap their necks or engulf them in lightning. The spirits that guided her and empowered her wouldn’t like that, anyway. They wanted their victims to suffer. She was happy to oblige. And she was technically invulnerable. It was only because nothing worse could happen to her, but it was still a benefit. The first of the invaders she came across was laughing. He had trapped someone in a room and was chuckling as he pulled a knife and stepped in. One of the family? It was a small, furred creature whimpering in the corner. The pirate licked his lips and took another step, holding out a hand to try to beckon the animal. Then it sensed her and began to bark wildly. She rolled her eyes. Animals tended to be afraid of her. This house’s small pet wasn’t an exception. “Where was all your barking when these fraggers turned up?” The bark turned to a low growl, and the fragger in question turned to her. His eyes widened, but he didn’t panic as she smiled at him. She was almost impressed as he swung his long knife through her. Courage wasn’t going to save him, if this was courage and not just another type of panic. She swooped down over him. Knowing that she had quite a bit of work to do, she wanted to conserve her strength, but suddenly she withdrew in delight. “Oh, you have grenades!” The last thing he ever heard with the clattering of the small metal pins hitting the floor. She carried the small animal to safety as the workshop exploded. Vaylin settled with the household pet nearby, hopefully far enough for it to be safe while she did what she was commanded to do, and what it was her pleasure to do. She returned to the farmhouse, searching for more prey. She’d expected them to be scattered, possibly even panicked. Some foe had come amongst them, invisibly, and caused considerable destruction already. And they appeared to be a rag-tag bunch, not disciplined troops. Instead, they were already acting in good order, searching for their enemy with efficiency, covering each other. And there was something else, something that felt familiar, something nagging at her about them. Oh. They weren’t speaking. Oh, no. She felt herself being grasped by a field of energy and dragged upward. On a nearby roof, a Sith Lord was waiting, using his Force powers to pin her in place. “So, spirit, you are responsible for this?” He had dark red skin, black tattoos, and small horns jutting out of his face. What were these called again? “Zabrak,” one of her handlers whispered in her mind. “Darth Clador” came another unasked for piece of information. She could do without the commentary, really. His name would most likely be irrelevant soon. “Most recent master of the Sith spirit binding rituals,” came a third, with a small sneer in its voice. Ah. Wonderful. He grew impatient. “You will answer me!” She sighed a bit. Or did her best impression of it, anyway. She’d never looked into how that worked. “Yes, it was me. I’m only sorry I didn’t get more of you.” He stepped back, pulling her along behind him. “Well, then, since you killed one of my troops, I suppose you will have to replace him. It is good that you seem to have some small power so my effort won’t be wasted.” Darth Clador pulled out a small knife, steeled himself for a moment, and slashed a part of his forearm, spilling blood on the ground between them. She watched with some interest. She’d heard of this. The Commander seemed to have some knowledge of it, in fact. What was her name? V’lerian, she remembered. Vaylin tried to go through some of little bits of information she’d picked up in her killer’s mind. A memory floated by as the blood burned away. Too late, she saw what was about to happen. Too late, that is, for this upstart Sith. She was pulled into his body and mind. He had done similar to a few other spirits, cautiously, waiting until each was integrated into himself well. He knew what would happen if he acquired too much power too quickly. She almost warned him, but it was too late, anyway, and really, why should she care? She was here to make sure he died painfully, after all. Her power filled him to overflowing. His eyes glowed with purple light, then burst from their sockets. His flesh began to dry, expand, crack. Before the end, realizing his mistake, he asked, almost screaming, “Who are you?” She had meant to mock, but instead was almost gentle as she answered, “Vaylin, former Eternal Empress.” Was that horror in his face? It really should be. With that, he screamed, and finally fell face first to the roof. She’d almost expected him to explode. That would have been fun. And she didn’t even have hair to clean him out of. Oh, well. She took some care with the pirates after that. Some of them had been controlled, weak-minded but largely innocent, as innocent as anyone in this galaxy ever got. She ultimately let them go. Some of the others, though, were willing participants, monsters in their own right even without being attuned to the Force. She found numerous creative ways to end their lives. Finally, her work done, she settled onto a nearby hill and watched the aftermath. The people from whatever community existed nearby eventually reached the farm, found the dead, drew conclusions. The pirates murdered the family, then horrible things had happened. They rounded up the survivors, but weren’t sure what to do with them, since they didn’t seem to remember much. A gentle push here and there to give them a chance was all that was needed. She stood, and turned to leave, and there was the small creature, the household pet, wagging its fluffy tail. She let out another breathless sigh, and asked, “Fine, do you have a name?”

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