#he died because there is an EVIL SPIRIT IN THE ROOM. AND SHE WANTED TO KILL THEM. SO SHE DID

[llegato]

honestly one of my favorite things about corpse party is how important ever decision is. like it could be the smallest thing, and you'll ask yourself 'why is the game asking me for such an unimportant decision' but then you die for making even the slightest wrong decision. and the bad endings seem painful as hell . but they add a whole new layer to the game that makes it so much fun

[internalloops]

DA:TV rant … if you are of the mind that BioWare can do no wrong /its games can be criticize or if you truly enjoying the game and are loving everything that you’ve seen so far this post is not for you. Please move along and if you don’t want me showing up on your feed please block me.  I will not be engaging with any fan that will not allow me to take up space and vent my feelings on the disaster that is this fucking game.

*Also a lot of spoilers!!

.. it’s horrible, like I knew I was going to be disappointed but holy fucking shit …

I’m about to finish act one and .. they destroyed their entire lore … BioWare destroyed their ENTIRE lore /world build of Dragon Age

Minrathous has NO SLAVES !!! They are briefly talked about via shadow dragons but they’re are none visible at all in the city ( but they have the animation to give a poor person “fake money” )

The qunari who literally fought and tried to kill solas in trespasser have been turned into mindless brutes who willingly joined the evil gods … because they command dragons ?

The blight except for one mission is harmless. They purposely turned it into a bio weapon and then (besides the dark spawn spawning from it like something out of an MMO) due to *plot armor, no one actually contracts the blight ???

The black chantry minus one building that you go through in a side quest doesn’t exist? No chantry members , no talk of the black divine ..

Dalish are all engineers now and part of the veil jumpers ( which should not exist lore wise) and all elven magic has been converted into cyberpunk technology and artifacts. Very little talk about their oppression and they are all very willing to drop all their history , even their distrust of solas , to flight the old gods .

Varric Has been demoted to inspirational speaker and narrator he has no other role and the entire team acts like he died , even when he’s in the room with him ( I think BioWare actually planned to kill him but then chickened out ) and is a husk of his former self

Same with Morgan , you can’t interact with her at all and she’s given the same mysterious background as flemeth ( the theory that she carries mythal spirit is very strong right now )

Lyrim potions don’t exist, in fact lyrim doesn’t exist at all besides the dagger. All magic has turned into technology, and if you play as a mage mana just has an automatic replenish rate /cool down effect that you can level up.

Evil gods go back and forth between an actual intense adversary and threat to the world, and a typical Disney villain.

These are just the few I can think of off the top of my head, there is so much more than this …

The game can literally be summed up as Mass effect andromeda x2 with God of war animations and marvel style writing ( not the avengers I’m talking about the recent shit)

Also for the people who want to kill solas or simply dislike him, the game pushes a sympathetic view of him on you ,even your companions who outrightly want to kill him will feel sorry for him. And I’m saying this as a solavellan fan. Yes they’re options to be mean to him and antagonize him, but you won’t get anyone agreeing with your actions ,at best they’ll be neutral about it. Now this might play out differently for those who picked the “chooses to stop him “ option , but for those who’s inquisitions wanted to save him but they wanted their rooks to hate him … you’re not gonna be happy about what you get ..

The only thing that keeping me playing is the reveal of history of ancient elves and Titans and solas’s story. And Assan!! Assan can do no wrong !! Everything else is a slog to get through.

[sassasafreeaction]

It’s time to talk about the Laudanum Lesbians, Elspeth and Wee Morag. Right away, it’s pretty obvious that you’re supposed to draw parallels between them and Aziraphale and Crowley. When the viewer first meets Elspeth, we get this gruff girl who threatens the two of them and is established to be doing something “morally wrong”. Life hasn’t been kind to her, and she clearly doesn’t trust people. To really drive it home, she and Crowley are on the exact same page while they’re talking to Aziraphale and wheeling the body to the alley. 

Then we meet Wee Morag, and it becomes apparent that every decision that Elspeth makes is to better their life together. She offers Wee Morag food (which is something our favorite demon is wont to do for his partner) and specifically oversells it as something fancier than it actually is. Wee Morag calls her an angel. It’s meant to be a little tongue and cheek since it’s in the presence of a literal angel, but it also serves as a way to show that while Elspeth may not be a Good person, that she at least cares about the person close to her.

Now for Wee Morag at this moment, we don’t get much from her aside from her obviously being the moral compass out of the two of them. She tells Elspeth that she's going to Hell literally two seconds after referring to her as an angel. The more important part of this interaction I would argue is Aziraphale’s response to Wee Morag. Some part of him recognizes a kindred spirit in her. He takes off his hat in a show of sincerity and says that it was lovely to meet her. This is important for later in the episode.

After they fail to sell the body, all three of them end up back in the alley with Wee Morag. Elspeth is again choosing to not trust Aziraphale despite his change of heart to do what he now knows is actually a good thing. Wee Morag starts off on the fence, worried about those souls that won’t get into Heaven. Elspeth tells her that she promised to help, and through everyone’s various methods of convincing (tempting may even be the better word as there is a demon sitting next to her when she agrees), Wee Morag says that she’ll do it because that’s what friends do. Regardless, she’s now had her change of heart. Although I would say hers is more driven by the same thing that drives Aziraphale to help with the Antichrist. It is fundamentally for her and Elspeth’s benefit, not the Greater Good per say, but she needs that reframing of doing the moral thing of upholding her promises and potentially helping people.

In the graveyard, Elspeth does all of the hardwork and Wee Morag holds the light both to assist how Elspeth sees, but also likely to help her keep watch. She’s filling a guardian role for Elspeth. Later when Elspeth sells her body, she even says “She only wanted to look after me.” Upon seeing the actual body (a priest’s body no less), Wee Morag realizes with horror what they’re doing - the potential moral ramifications stare her in the face. She ends up caught in the crossfire of a gun, and she dies for it.

Originally, I thought that Wee Morag’s death sets Crowley up to worry about what might potentially happen to Aziraphale in the future. In a way, I still think it does. She was the Good character helping the Bad character, and she pays dearly for it. His line “It’s a bit different when it’s someone you know, isn’t it?” while pointed at Aziraphale can be felt by everyone in the room. Elspeth has been dealing with death this whole episode, but her whole life is turned on its head when her ‘pal’ dies. Crowley recognizes that it’s the knowing part that actually causes something to hurt. (It’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t have many human friends. He does have a friend though, and it would absolutely gut him to lose him.)

The episode isn’t over though. We still have to watch someone else pay for stepping over the imaginary boundary of Good and Evil, except rather than it being Aziraphale, it’s Crowley. Like Wee Morag, he steps out of his usual role and helps Elspeth, and for that, he pays dearly. He gets dragged off to Hell to have whatever Demons do instead of a rude note done to him. After everything that’s happened, it’s no wonder why you get that panicked shout of “Crowley” from Aziraphale. They just watched the worst case scenario happen for people like them. 

Also as another quick fun aside, both sets of characters are bound by something that allows them to not be able to carry out their actual dreams and goals. Elspeth and Wee Morag were bound by poverty while Aziraphale and Crowley are bound by their respective Head Offices.

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXXVII

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Should I be ashamed, it's been two weeks and I didn't have time to write anything. I really hope you will enjoyed today's chapter. TW: Knife play, semi-smut, Alastor and reader being crazy for each other.

It’s been a few days since Alice’s last nightmare.

Now, it was your turn to have them.

Each night, you would be haunted by Alastor’s father’s face. Even if you knew he was dead, you were so confused about what was happening these last days. And more than confused, you were scared.

You were sure he was dead,heck you were the one to finish him,  so why would you daughter see a spirit that looked like her deceased grandfather when you killed him more than ten years ago? Alice could only see the spirit of animals that have died recently… So how could she see him? Furthermore, who put the man’s eye in your door? Was that a threat ? Any advice ? Why an eye ? Was someone watching you?  And how did they manage to have Alastor’s father's eye ? How ? 

You sat up in bed, your nails digging inside your arms. You were overwhelmed. Now that Maurice Richemont had died, lawyers were coming at your door because the man gave almost all of his wealth to you and Alastor. So you needed to sign papers, and even more papers…

You sighed as you remembered the paper you had signed numbly. Maurice had given you the Richemont’s estate… What could you do with that? On one hand, you didn’t know what this mansion could offer you, but on the other hand, it meant that Trey couldn‘t live in your best friend's house anymore…

From what the butler, William, told you: Trey seemed to be irritated because he couldn’t go inside the house, but he didn’t seem worried. Was that good news..? Bad news..? He had to take his stuff and leave the mansion yesterday… But you knew he would come back.

Just like you and Alastor, had a secret room for your voodoo’s ritual, Trey must have a hidden room where he could make his sacrifice for Lucifer. Now, you need to find it in the huge Richemont’s domain.. You had to go … The more you waited, the more he could erase what he has done.. There must be proof of his evil deed…And then you would make him fall… 

“ You seem deep in thought, my dear.”

You looked up, startled as Alastor sat down next to you on the bed. It was around midnight, and Alastor made a habit of going to see if Alice was sleeping soundly since she had seen… his father’s ghost..

You nuzzled against him, your face against his neck and breathed in his natural odor. You felt your body relaxed as your husband wrapped his arms around you. You knew he was affected by his father’s ghost’s appearance… And yet, he was still smiling at you, looking unbothered.

“ I was thinking…About everything that had happened…”

“ Mhn… Don’t bother your silly head about it. Let me handle it.” He whispered sweetly into your ear.

If only you could. You knew Alastor would, could,  take care of everything if needed… but you were his wife, and you knew - oh god you knew- how Alastor needed you to keep his human’s mask. You loved him as a monster, you even missed the murderous side of your husband…but Alice needed Alastor as a father…Not the monster you loved, you craved.. Maybe when your daughter will be  older, you will make her meet the monster behind the smiling face… The monster that was her dad… 

But then , what were you..? When you knew deep inside of yourself that you didn’t want Alastor to deal with everything? When you craved to dug your blade inside of someone’s flesh, smiling with blood dripping from your face with your husband next to you, praising you for your murder…

What were you?

“ Alastor… I think… we should make a reunion with the people… who wants to destroy Trey.”

“ You and me. There, we can have our little reunion. Should I raise my hand to speak?” He teased you, his hands moving toward your cheeks to force you to meet his gaze. You rolled your eyes at him with a little chuckle. He could be so childish sometimes…

“ No. I’m talking about Williams, Alyzée… “

“ Dear, are you asking others for help?”

You stared at Alastor’s eyes, even if his smile was still present on his lips, his eyes were telling a whole different story. You wished you could crack your husband’s head open to see what logical and illogical thoughts were swimming inside his mad mind. You didn’t think he would be against it, after all he was the one using others, so why would he be surprised that you opted to do the same… but with a different energy..?

“ Well… I told you that John was–”

“ Aah.. His name coming from your pretty lips is really annoying. What? Do you truly think John will be on our side because..?” He tilted his head toward you with a mocking and vicious smile on his lips. “ Are you forgetting my dear? He is our next target. Our next kill.”

“ Alastor, I’m not trying to save him from us. But imagine, he helps us get rid of Trey and then we can kill him while disguising it as a suicide. We could manipulate the press thanks to Alzyée saying he self-destructed himself because he had to kill one of his family’s members.”

You stopped speaking, putting your hand on your lips. Did you really say that? Those words that passed your lips so smoothly, without stammering, made by your own mind, really came from you..?

You were surprised, confused. Most of the time, Alastor was the one creating those cruel, twisted plans that made you flustered and yet…You were always saying that Alastor was a monster disguised as a human but…

So were you..?

You gasped as Alastor’s lips crashed against yours. His hands were grabbing at your hips, his nails digging into your skin which made you sigh in pleasure against his mouth. His hands were larger than yours, more powerful, more skilled to kill…

You missed him…

“ Darling, those words… Are you trying to inticite me..?” Alastor breathed against your neck making goosebumps appear on your skin.  You looked at your husband who was busy biting at your throat, forcing you to lie down on the mattress. 

Your husband… Your sweet twisted husband… Who gave you everything in life, a family, murders, excitement, fear, power… 

You quietly moved your hands toward your pillow with a sweet smile. Your thoughts were spiraling inside your mind, you felt euphoric… You grinned when you felt your blade, hidden under the pillow, as usual. With a swift movement, you pushed Alastor on the mattress and climbed on him, your knife against his throat.

You hoped to see Alastor’s surprised face as you pinned him on the bed but he only observed you with a knowing smirk. His thumb was caressing your waist, while his other hand was stroking your cheek. You frowned, smacking his hand from your cheeks.

You were kind of tired of being seen as an angel.

You moved the tip of the blade from his throat to where his heart was. His heart was beating with its only purpose: You.

You smiled down at your husband who let his hand fall on the mattress, his eyes getting darker. You knew how he loved touching you, he needed to feel you close to him… And yet, he was already giving up on touching you..?

“ Well, darling ? When you are the one on top, you should know what to do. Are you going to stab me ? 

“ You would enjoy it too much..” You whispered, sliding the blade on your husband’s shirt. You cut the fabric until you could see Alastor's bare chest. You bit your lips as the sight, how could your husband be so good looking…

You slipped the blade on his chest, watching his reaction, but his eyes were trained on you. He was watching your face, it seemed like he was looking for answers. You moved your face closer to him until you touched his lips with yours.

The kiss was slow, you could hear your breathing mingling with his, the sound of your lips locking together being louder with your gaps in contrast with the quiet room. You sat on his pelvis, brushing your chest against his torso, being completely under his spell even though you wanted to be the one in control. You moaned when his arms crushed you completely against him.

His hands moving to your legs made you come back to yourself. You moved from his lips, smiling when you saw him trying to run after your mouth. You sat on his abdomen, watching as he panted underneath you. His smile was still present but it was straining and you loved every bit of this scene.

You spinned the blade around your skillful fingers before digging the blade into your own flesh. You bit down a sigh of pleasure at Alastor’s shock’s face. You used your shield to trap him underneath you, making it so he couldn’t touch you or move. 

“ Dear, wha–”

“ Alastor…” You sighed with a smile, moving the blade from your wrist and stared at the blood pouring from your wounds. You moved your gaze toward Alastor as you licked your own blood, making sure the blood was falling on your white nightdress. You smirked when you felt him trying to move from underneath you, but your shield was making it impossible. “ Well? Don’t you like the spectacle ?”

“ I’m the one who makes your wounds, no one else.” He spat, his smirk twitching.

You moved to undress him completely. Even if you weren’t the one naked, you couldn’t help but feel like you were. Your husband’s stare on you was so focused... His eyes were looking at every single aspect of you, from your lips, to your eyes to the roundness of your breast hidden behind your clothes, by the little twitch of your legs from your own excitement…

“ Should I make you beg for me, Alastor?” You asked, trying to keep your voice strong under your lover’s gaze. You almost pouted when he snickered at your words.

“ Well, why don’t you teach me, you seem good at it.” He tilted his head on the side, some of his locks of hair falling in front of his mocking eyes. 

You frowned at his words, remembering how many times you had begged for your husband.  He wanted to play this game? Fine.

You stood up from the bed and walked toward your vanity to bring the chair next to the bed, Alastor observing you with interest. You took off your nightdress before sitting on the chair, playing with your knife in your hand. You smiled at your husband before spreading your legs in front of him. Then you created multiple cuts to your breast, making it so the blood was dripping on your on your belly and between your legs, making your husband’s pupils dilated.

You moaned as you felt the blade digging into your flesh, never deep enough to be dangerous and yet… you craved it. But not from your hands, but from Alastor’s.

“ Darling.”

You kept your eyes closed, moving on hand toward your femininity before playing with yourself, wet from your own excitement but also because of the blood. You bit your lips, ignoring Alastor’s demand for your attention. 

You felt so powerful, Alastor was fighting against your shield to touch you, he was demanding you to open your eyes and watch him. He was almost begging for you… You moaned louder as you pumped your fingers in and out of your wet entrance. You felt tears gather behind your eyelids, the feeling was pure euphory. 

You opened your eyes, watching as Alastor was staring at you with pure madness, his veins on his neck so visible you almost wanted to bite it. His smile was more like a snarl than what he was used to showing. You could see his body relaxed a little once you laid your gaze upon him.

“ Curse of my sanity, drop the shield.”

You giggled, moving your finger on your clit, shivering at the coldness in his voice.

“ No. Aren’t you the great Alastor? Forcing your way out of my shield should be easy for you.” You mocked him, smiling even more when you noticed his eyes turning red. Just a little more push… Just a little more push to see the monster you loved…” Maybe you aren’t that strong… Maybe you can’t satisfy me…” You whispered as your finger began to move faster on your wet clit just as his lips lost his smile. You whined when you saw his emotionless face if not for the maniac glint in his eyes. He seemed calm. Like a predator observing his prey before taking action.

“ Are you really fit to be my husband ?” You asked, your panting making it hard for you to speak without stuttering. You couldn’t stop your mouth talking, you wanted him to react, you wanted your Alastor. “ Maybe I should have taken Jo–”

You gasped when you felt one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it so hard you could barely breathe. You looked up and smiled weakly at your husband who was staring at you with a cold face. He took the knife from your other hand easily, before placing the tip of the blade against your skin, where your heart was beating furiously.

“ Say his name, while you are in this state, I dare you.” He whispered, his voice cold but his eyes red of burning obsession. You felt tears in your eyes as the grip on your neck didn’t lessen at all.  You smiled at him, putting your hand around his wrist. 

You adored him. How could you live without him?

“ Well? Cat got your tongue..?” He raised an eyebrow, playing with the knife in his hand. “ I should carve my name on your body once more, I’ll make it so you won’t be able to heal yourself. Even the Gods won’t be able to tear my soul from you. I should take out your heart and carved my name on it, would you like it?” He tilted his head, his smile horrifying and yet you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs as more wetness fell from your lower lips. You nodded at him, his pupils dilated even more. “ You wish for it? You wish for me to–”

“ Stab…me….”

Your croaked words make him groan as he pass a hand through his brown lock before smiling down on your with a blush on his cheeks, saliva dripping down on his chin.

“ Oh dear, you are spoiling me.” He leaned his body toward you, a hard blush on his cheeks, his eyes shining with madness. “ Would you? Let me stab you?”

You wanted to see how Alastor was when he wanted to kill. You knew he wouldn’t do anything that would put your life in danger but you craved to see his darkest side for you and only you. You nodded to confirm your words.

“ Aah… dear.” He moaned, wiping the saliva from his chin. “ A stab to the chest shouldn't be deeper than 10 centimeters, or else it could be lethal.” He spoke with excitement, which made you smile softly. He kept talking about every other place he could stab you, how many centimeters you could take..

But you were surprised when you saw him kneeled between your spread legs. He kissed your thighs, biting it, cutting it with the knife which made you throw your head backward, moaning loudly. He licked the blood from every cut, even the one you made  yourself, he cut it once more making them his.

You were trembling from arousal as you felt him lick your vulva, wet from your own excitement and the blood from your cuts. You couldn’t help but squeeze Alastor’s head between your thigh, gasping for air as he devoured you, never letting you rest, not even one second, making you beg for air.

But you didn’t want him to stop.

The feeling of Alastor being the one to have so much power over your breath, your pleasure, your life, all of this was making you lightheaded. Your back arched as you felt yourself close to cum on his face and then you felt it.

A sharp pain between your breasts.

Alastor has stabbed you, right where your heart was.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull as you came on his face, your wetness gushing out of you. Your body was shaking as Alastor never stopped licking and sucking at your clit. You could feel the cold blade between your chest and it was driving you crazy.

Alastor stabbed you, Alastor stabbed you , Alastor stabbed you, Alastor stabbed you , 

Alastor stabbed you, Alastor stabbed you , Alastor stabbed you, Alastor stabbed you…

You opened your eyes, not even noticing you were sobbing from overstimulation. You were feeling so many emotions and feelings at once…

“ Darling, look at me.”

You blinked the tears from your eyes and looked at your husband who had his face in front of you with a sweet smile. His eyes were maniacally beautiful and only for you…

“ You are perfect, you are the moon of my every night. I’m the water that raises every full moon to try to reach you …I’m the snake that watches the bird flying away from my grips.. You are my madness…”

You smiled tiredly at him, closing one eye when you felt him stroke your cheek. If you were the moon, Alastor must have been the sun. He was always the center of attention, he was vivid, brilliant and could hurt so badly… But he was the one making you shine… or hiding you when he wanted.

You looked at the knife moving as you were breathing. You didn’t want to heal this scar… The scars on your heart shall always be from Alastor… 

Were you crazy?

You looked up at Alastor who was panting. His eyes were fixated on your chest, the blood dripping from the wound the knife made. He leaned down your chest and placed a bloodied kiss on your skin, making you sigh in pleasure.

“ I should heal myself…” You whispered as a cold energy came from you, your eyes shining with a purple hue. Alastor took back the knife slowly, and stared at you as you used the Baron’s power to heal your wound. 

“ Aah… What would I do without you, dearest?”

The next few days seemed to be calmer. Alice wasn’t having nightmares anymore but she said she had found another friend, a boy that was around the same age as her. You smiled at her, maybe having an imaginary friend could help your daughter. You would sometimes watch her play in her bedroom, happily playing with her different plushie and talking with her imaginary friend.

She wasn’t bringing Eamon with her all the time, and you asked Alastor to stop her training. She needed a break and it seemed like her child’s mind decided that creating an imaginary friend was the solution. You asked Baron Samedi if she was talking to a dead soul and he reassured you that it wasn’t the case… He told you that with an amused smile.

Now, you had other problems, you felt energy that wasn’t from your family multiple times in your house. And you remember clearly that Trey told you he was trying to watch you but couldn’t. Maybe he was still trying… You needed answers.

“ I’ll go back to my father’s grave and try to understand what happened.”

You looked at your husband who was sitting on the sofa. He was helping Alice with reading books, so you were a little surprised when he talked out of the blue… and yet, you should be used to it.

“ Alone ?”

“ Yes, I have other things I need to do.” He stood up after patting Alice three times on the head. “ Would you rather have me with you for the mansion tour?”

Today was the day where you felt ready to go to the Richemont’s estate and watch what you could do with all that wealth and mostly, find clues about Trey. You kissed your husband, reassuring him that you would go with your daughter furthermore Williams was already waiting for you there. 

“ My shadow will stay with you.”

“ You mean, Shadie?” you grinned as Alastor grimaced. Since your daughter had called his shadow ; Shadie, you couldn’t help but use it. She had decided that your shadow would be named: Shade.

“ Yes… Shadie… I’ll be back for dinner.” He kissed your forehead with a fond smile before falling into his own shadow, disappearing completely. You wished you could also teleport long distance… 

Since the fire accident you didn’t use your shadow to teleport, you didn’t use this skill… Maybe you could try right now..?

“ Mommy? Can I bring Eamon with us ? He wants to meet my friend !” Alice smiled at you with a big grin. You kissed her forehead with a sweet smile.

“ Really ? Then, let’s bring him along!” 

You watched as Alice ran to her bedroom to take the fawn plushie. You closed your eyes and concentrated on your shadow. You could feel its hands rootting inside of your feet. you were thinking about the place you wanted to be, your mind picturing the Richemont’s mansion as clear as you could remember.

“ I’m ready mommy!”

 You reached for your daughter before the two of you fell into your own shadow. You screamed when you fell on a soft surface, your daughter in your arms. You looked up quickly and realized you were into the living room and nobody was around.. You sighed of relieved while Alice was begging you to do it again.

“ Who is the– Miss. Sanglar, little Alice..?”

You turned your head toward the butler who had a cane in his hand, ready to beat the intruders he thought you were. You waved at him, your smile twitching. 

You weren’t very subtle.

“ How did you…?”

“ I came from the front door of course.” You lied with an innocent smile. “ But no one was here.”

“ Oh, yes, excuse me, I was busy in the kitchen. All of Mister Felleur’s employes have been removed, just like you ordered. “ He smiled at you. “ Alastor told me you would come today. You are going to find clues about Mister’ Felleur’s involvement with… the murders he committed.” His smile dropped, you could feel his sadness like it was yours. “ He … He killed the Richemont’s family..”

You walked toward him and hugged him. Trey might have done all these awful things… he might have taken away your best friend but you would have your revenge. 

“ Mommy, come on ! I want to see where my auntie used to sleep ! I want to see her dress! ” Alice ran toward you with a big smile. You pondered the idea but quickly nodded. After all, showing your daughter where Alice used to live might help you feel better… 

You showed your daughter every room you used to share with Alice, from her office, to the saloon, until you stopped in front of her bedroom’s door. You peeked at your little baby who was looking at you with sparkles in her eyes..

Was it a good idea to show her the room where your friend and her baby were murdered…?

You watched as Shadie made the choice for you and opened the door before vanishing once more. Alice ran inside the room while you walked slowly behind her, looking at the room that didn’t change at all. You looked to the bed, where it was once dirty by your friend’s blood…

You shook your hand, feeling lightheaded. You should open the window… 

You turned your face toward your daughter who was reaching for a book from the huge bookcase. You tilted your head when you saw her whisper.

“ What are you doing, Alice?”

“ I’m talking with my friend !”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. You opened the windows, smiling as the light of the sun came inside the room. You sat on the bed and closed your eyes. 

Now, you needed to find a room where Trey had done his sacrifice. If that room existed, it would be in the Richemont’s mansion, it would be easier for him to work here. You concentrated on the energy around you, you could feel your own energy, Alastor’s shadow’s energy, Alice’s and…

You gasped when you felt another energy that seemed familiar. You smirked, you found it.

Trey’s energy.

You stood up and looked around, the source of energy was close to you, and you remembered Alice telling you that wealthy people always had hidden room in their suites.. You walked around Alice’s former room, trying to find something that would open a door… 

But nothing..

You sighed after searching for a whole hour. You were getting more irritated by the seconds, you could feel the energy, it was so close, you could almost grasp it… And yet, you couldn’t find it.

“ Damn it…”

“ What are you looking for mommy?” 

You turned your gaze toward your daughter with a tired smile. You stroked her cheek as she giggled.

“ I’m looking for a secret room… But I can’t find it.” You sighed once more, putting your face between your palms. You felt like you were going to be crazy, this energy was nagging you, sometimes it was strong and sometimes it was so weak you had to stop moving to concentrate so as not to lose the connection with it.

“ I know something you don’t know~”

You raised an eyebrow at your daughter who was looking at you with a smile so similar to Alastor you could almost see your husband’s face on your daughter.

“ Oh really?”

“ Yes! My friend says it was supposed to be a secret but because Mommy wants it, I will show you!” 

Alice turned around and trotted toward the bookcase. You tilted your head as she whispered toward a book and waited… She then looked at you and waved at you to come closer. You walked toward her, not very sure if you were losing time or not.

Your daughter took a book off the bookcase and you gasped as the furniture opened itself, revealing stairs that were going down. You quickly put yourself in front of Alice but your daughter was already running down the stairs excitedly.

“ Alice!”

You ran after her, being careful of the steps you were taking. You gagged when you entered a wide room that was mostly Trey’s sacrificial place. You could still smell blood, the ustensile weren’t even cleaned… 

You walked toward a desk and grimaced when you saw eyeballs, hearts and other things inside of jars… But one jars made you stop breathing. You took the jars and gasped when you read the label on it.

“ Alastor’s father's eye, killed by his childhood friend and himself.” You whispered under your breath as you read out loud what was written. You looked at the book on the desk and began to read.

“ Making a deal with devils… How to save a soul… How to resurrect someone with their family’s blood..?... How to keep someone alive.. Using a descendant as a vessel..” You shivered as you kept reading the notes that were in the books. “ How to defeat Voodoo..” The book fell from your hand when you read that sentence.

You truly didn’t know anything about Trey. He knew much more than you thought. He had many notes… You kept reading and paled when you saw he had even notes about Alastor, Marie, Alice, John… even yourself. He knew everything since you were a kid. He had notes about your parents, your family that was out of the country… even notes on your daughter.

That bastard… You kept reading as you saw more recent notes. Some were in french … in basque if you remembered correctly… 

“ Ingredients: Erori…use it with–”

“ There you are !”

You spun around when you heard Alice’s shout. You ran toward her, feeling like you could vomit at any moment.

“ Alice !”

You stopped at the scene in front of you. Alice was sitting in front of a cage, holding the bar with her little hands. She was looking at something inside.. or someone... You walked closer and gasped.

Inside the cage was a little boy, he seemed truly like he was starving… He had blond hair and blue eyes with a hint of gold inside of them. He looked at you and seemed terrified. You sat next to your daughter, trying to seem as small as possible.

Was Trey using children as sacrifice? How vile…

“ Hello.. I won’t hurt you… okay..?”

The boy backed away from you, his back hitting the cage. You winced at the noise and from the way he held his head with his hands, he must have hurt himself. How could you show him you were not a danger for him..?

“ Don’t be afraid ! This is mommy!” Alice whispered at the boy who stopped shaking. Maybe he was scared of adults… You smiled at the boy who was looking with those familiar eyes… Where did you see them..

“ I’m Alice’s mother… She told me you needed help.. So I came here.” You gave him a soft smile which seemed to help him relax. He crawled toward you, staring at your face.

“ You… You won’t hurt me…?”

His voice was low, so weak… How could someone do something like this to a child!

“ No, of course not… “ You observed him, trying to see if he had any serious injury. You could see bruises but nothing life threatening. “ I’m here to help you, I will save you, we promise, right Alice?”

“ I promised it! I said I would come!” Your daughter nodded, holding the little boy’s hand with hers. You tilted your head, staring at Alice.

“ Is he… the friend you were talking about..?”

“ Yes!” Alice grinned at you while the boy seemed scared that you would hurt him because of your discovery. You quickly smile at him trying to reassure him.

“ I see, and what is your name, my boy?”

“ Erori…”

You flinched as you heard the boy sharing his name. You stood up, saying you were going to look for the key to open the cage but you quickly went back to the book.

“ Ingredients: Erori…use it with the blood of his parents. The ingredient must have been drenched in the blood of multiple sacrifices so his soul is attached to the devil you want to make a deal with… Then you can make a deal to make a translation: A soul from the same family owned by the same devil…”

You put the book down, feeling numb… It couldn’t be… He was supposed to be dead… Trey said he burned him.. He killed him after killing Alice… whose soul is owned by Lucifer… He killed him.. He burned him… Alice was only 6 months pregnant… He couldn’t be alive..

You walked toward the cage, staring at the same blond hair and blue eyes your once cherished friend had.

“ What is your full name..?”

“ My name is Erori Richemont, madam…”

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Picture an Angel

warning : obsession, using of ropes, innocent/naive reader, older man/younger woman, Frollo being Frollo

Info : Our lord and savior has a hold on me and I wanted to write more for him and his way to corrupt the innocent reader. I see you guys liked my first One-Shot with him here is more have fun reading ;)

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His angel. She was his angel, his sweet angel in the church that was almost completely in his hands. He knew exactly that as soon as either her father died or another man came he had to strike. He had to finally have her, the golden ring on her finger that he had bought her specially would be given to her by him.

He would own her as his wife. Knew that it would only take a few more steps until they would be united under God and he had her all to himself. But until then he still had time to play his game and would do so. Because like every lord, every man with influence and power he wanted to show this.

Wanted to see and show the beauty of his love at all times. A work of art. He wanted to hold her beauty, wanted to have her hanging on his wall until he would finally have her. A picture of temptation in his bedroom and to dream about his physical desire to finally give satisfaction.

He would not entrust this work of art to any artist too much he was afraid that the one would take her away from him. Artists as beautiful as art could be were free spirits and could enchant such young, delicate beings as his angel was.

But he himself had strength he knew he would exploit their piety and naivety. Because he was the church and would thus protect them from evil. The evil that was everywhere and only his angel was the light in this damned world.

,,My angel" he murmured and his ringed fingers ran over the stained glass window in his room. A creation that spoke even more for his wealth. The light of the rising sun the red of the glass flaming sun punished him the cave called for him and would eventually fetch him.

A cave that surrounded him and the church the home of his angel. He saw the church, saw Notre Dame and knew that she was lighting the candles. How beautiful she looked as she lay down and prayed before the Blessed Virgin.

How her hands were clasped together, her head bowed, or sometimes looking up at the statue. He watched her as if she were his holy virgin the gesture went from pious in his eyes to lustful. Kneeling before him she would either way.

His horse Snowball was already saddled and made ready at his door. And with the ringing of the church bells he got on his horse and rode through the dirty streets of Paris to get closer to the church.

He rode faster and faster, the people he did not care and rushed or jumped to the side. They were unfair and were only unnecessarily in his way. The mob turned away and only moments later he had arrived at his angel.

His pretty holy angel he would wait for him in the church. Descending and straightening his clothes, he opened the heavy church door made of the old wood before the cold of the stones gave way to him.

The torches and candles were burning and yet no one seemed to be here. No one except himself and his pretty angel. Where are you, my love? he asked himself, stepping forward and after a few minutes he heard the soft singing. The bright voice of his love seemed to call him and he followed.

He followed her up to the church tower where she had her room. The big room with the view of the city she loved. The city where she stayed only with her father or a few guards, otherwise Frollo would always be at her side.

The thought that she might come to harm had made the judge a little crazy. But the possibility that he would lock her up in such a way that the people would hate him even more did not occur to him. He listened to the singing for a few more minutes before knocking.

,,Who is it?" she asked and he thought he heard her startled gasp. You will sing for me, my heart, went through his mind before he announced himself and entered her room. The light of the sun shining on her through the window, the colored glass showing an angel with a white rose made her look even more beautiful.

The light dress she wore was pretty and yet chaste it was perfectly fitted to her. But he could see exactly her ankles, her tender hands and wrists and her neck and guess what her body looked like underneath.

Her beauty would still belong to him. ,,My Lord, you have come for the picture," she said, and he heard her uncertainty, knowing that her father knew nothing about it. She had told Frollo that day that the Dean of Paris would visit the orphanages in the city.

The elder nodded, looked in the corner of her room and saw under the large white cloth the canvas and the easel, the colors her father had given her for her twentieth birthday. A day on which Frollo had also given her something.

A golden ring with an amethyst inserted, he had put it on her finger. A look at her hands told him that she still wore it. She belonged to him, respected and only because she did not know the world as he knew it. ,,Am I really suitable for this...there are more beautiful women" she murmured and looked at her hands on which the ring was.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, seeing her looking up at him as his hand came down on hers. ,,Not my flower," he started and ran his fingers over her cheek, turning her head towards the small mirror which was another gift from him to her. He saw her looking at herself and saw the small discoloration of her cheeks.

,,You are the image of the Virgin Mary, you are true piety and beauty," he finished telling her before detaching himself from her and instructing her to sit on her chair while he set up the easel and placed the blank canvas on it. ,,I'll adjust it a little for the perfect picture," he said after setting up the oil paints knowing he was the only one who could paint her perfectly. It was his.

Separating himself from the painting, he went over to her and took a rope from his coat pocket. ,,It is the ribbons of faith that have made Mary consort with the angel...as you blossom here, you too will live up to the angel, won't you?" he asked and the rope slowly tightened around her wrists holding her hands in the praying position folded on her lap.

His long thin cold fingers were adept at tying the knot, taking his time before lightly grasping her chin and making her look up.

There was uncertainty in her gaze as he knelt down and lightly lifted the fabric of her dress. ,,Frollo!" she said in surprise and wonder, and she wanted to pull away, but he just put his hand on her thigh and placed the ruffled fabric in her hand.

,,Always one step at the sin...the flesh of the body and the beauty is what the devil wants isn't it?" he asked and saw how she seemed slightly overwhelmed her voice that could sing so beautifully fell silent for a moment before she nodded and turned her gaze towards the picture. Goosebumps appeared on her body as his fingers stroked up her ankle and he withdrew.

Even her good faith only went so far as she could interpret a man's desires. ,,Is everything done so far?" she dared to ask, looking at him hopefully, still knowing that for a woman of God's house she must look lewd. But for Frollo she was everything.

She was the angel of innocence and the fire of sin on which he would and should burn himself. ,,It's ready, I'll start, don't move my dear" he demanded and she complied with his request. Frollo took the brush and began to apply the first colors to the painting.

While his fingers knew exactly what they were doing, his eyes kept going over her body and he saw her either avoiding his gaze, not holding it, or looking at the window with the angel. His eyes held on the ropes at her wrist, imagining how her body would look when he tied her to the bed.

The rope would leave marks on her hands, legs, thighs, arms and breasts. The marks he would caress to make up for it. Would she cry? The tears in her eyes dripping onto the pillow he would wipe away and kiss away, reassuring her that it was his will.

She would be good to him. She had to. As she held up her dress he saw more and more of her skin and enjoyed the warmth and softness as he stroked over it. He imagined what it would be like to have her next to him, warming his bed and keeping him warm. She would become his angel. His wife.

His until the sun threatened to set in the sky and he knew they would have to continue it another day. ,,It's time...Father will be back soon" she said and he saw how the position was starting to hurt her and she tried to move a little. But he calmly put back the colors and the canvas.

He let her take her time before returning to her, letting the fabric fall back over her ankles and twisting a strand of her hair back and forth between his fingers. ,,We'll finish it, I promise, my flower," he murmured and after a time that was almost too long he opened the rope and took it with him.

He helped her up from the chair and in an act of lust kissed her wrist prints. He heard her surprised gasp but she did not pull away. ,,For your effort, I'll bring you a rose next time, it goes with the picture," he said and saw her nod a little before she lowered her gaze again and shut up. But by the time the dean arrived, his daughter had already put on her gloves and was reading again.

But the shot and the kiss still seemed to burn like the cave fire that would await Frollo after he landed in the grave. But as this would still have time, because first the devil would go to the flower sooner or later. Sooner or later she would be his.

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[writebackatya]

Darkwing Duck’s* Biggest Fans Haters

*As in the old tv show from the world of DuckTales (2017), not the superhero Drake Mallard assumes the identity of to fight evil

To fans like Drake Mallard and Launchpad McQuack, Darkwing Duck is the greatest piece of television history that helped shape their lives to become the ducks they are today thanks to its titular hero who never gave up despite the odds against him

To the rest of the world, Darkwing Duck was just another superhero show from the 90s that starred a problematic diva d-list actor that may or may not have died

Opinions are subjective of course, neither are 100% correct nor incorrect but I feel like when the fandom talks about Darkwing Duck it’s always about the characters that would also like the show. So why not flip the script a little? We’ll start small and work our way up to its biggest hater

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer:

“GOSALYN!?” You might be screaming at your monitor/phone to which I have to say:

“Yeah”

Again we are not talking about the Drake Mallard or his super identity here, but the tv show he and Launchpad are obsessed with. Because frankly, I bet Gosalyn loves doing all that superhero stuff with her adoptive dads. It’s a cool life to live!

Other than the fact that Drake is a huge nerd who INSISTS that Gosalyn do her “homework” and watch every episode of Darkwing Duck, read all the sacred texts (comic books), and playing the original Darkwing Duck video game on the original hardware so she won’t use the rewind or save features that modern games or ROMs have

Like all kids who have had an adult push their interests onto them, she has a little disdain for the show. But not a whole lot since she’s first on this list. I like to think she’s in the same boat as Dewey where she finds the show cheesy and doesn’t really hate it per say and sees why Drake and LP love the show. She even has a few guilty pleasure episodes

But one thing she doesn’t understand is why Drake and Launchpad insist on watching the Darkwing Duck Christmas Special every year when they’re both practicing Jews

Scrooge McDuck:

Yeah the old man can barely remember Drake, let alone the Darkguy Drake played in that movie he cancelled so I don’t really see Scrooge being a fan of the Masked Mallard. (No, not that Masked Mallard OG DuckTales fans)

If Scrooge did sit down and watch the show, he’d find it to be rather ridiculous if anything. Some vigilante running around dressed like The Spirit or The Shadow or whatever superhero kids are into these days getting slapped around and fighting back just doesn’t seem like his cup of tea

I like to think when Donald and Della were kids they watched Darkwing Duck at the mansion and Scrooge just walked by the room, looked at the TV for a few seconds, scoffed, and moved on with his life forgetting all about that nonsense his niece and nephew were watching

Louie Duck:

Honestly I always had this headcanon that Louie just isn’t a fan of superheroes. Like at all. He finds the stories all copy and paste, using all the cliches he hates from other genres and putting them in tights.

And don’t even get him started on superhero related adventures! If he sees a sky beam, Louie is running in the opposite direction of it. He’s not dealing with the many different diva supervillains out there trying to take over the world with cartoony extreme measures, he doesn’t wanna be around all that property damage

He does have a favorite superhero tho. Waddle Duck because he gave him a Pep once

Lena Sabrewing:

She thinks it’s lame.

Gandra Dee:

This is a no brainer for me. Gandra Dee made herself Darkwing Duck’s biggest hater the moment she heard the duck talk shit about Gizmoduck around Fenton who insisted she does not reveal his secret identity to Drake, because Drake is all he has left

Wanting to respect her boyfriend’s wishes, Gandra decides not to spill the beans but instead add more fuel to the fire by talking shit about Darkwing Duck

And she does not hold back

She’s not ashamed to talk shit on the show. It’s predictablity, it’s cheesiness, the plot holes, how lame it was for its own time, etc

It ain’t her childhood, she ain’t afraid to fight dirty either. She will bring up problematic episodes that depicted races in a not so good and stereotypical light (“It was the nineties! They were different times!” -Drake probably) such as the fact that in one episode Darkwing Duck called a group of Native Americans “primitive savages” or that a non-Asian actor played an Asian character in a sterotypcial manner and that how one of the characters names was “Duck Ling”(Okay but for real, all that shit did happen in the OG show.)

This of course frustrates Drake who is extra suspicious of Gandra ever since he saw her with Gizmoduck and writes her off as a blind fan girl who doesn’t know what she’s talking about

She’s pretty chill about not being into the show with Launchpad tho. He respects her opinions because he’s Launchpad and at the end of the day Gandra is still his friend

[dalooneylass]

Here’s Ganon’s traitorous children aka Shadow Link from FourSwordsAdventures and Dark Link from SpiritTracks as Dark Clergy!

So basically to try and keep the story behind this image breadth but not really, Shadow Link/Shadow and ST Dark Link but Trans aka Darka, Both work at a temple owned by the Death God depicted in the Bargainer Statues from TotK that servers as the tomb for the Heroes of Hyrule, the entrance of which is located in the Depths, they work with 2 other people of note who I’m not going to get into as well as some unnamed servants (of whom most are from Rauru’s era) that aren’t important. Shadow wound up there because Four got sent to the Heroes Tomb despite not being dead, regained a tangible form, and has overall grown up a lot since coming there, while Darka chose to go to work at the Heroes Tomb after being offered a position there some hundred years after Spirit Tracks and after everyone who appeared in that game died, and has since become well accustomed to living there. Shadow and Darka 100% consider each other as siblings and care for each other very much, and are the head Priest/Priestess of the Temple.

Now the explanation for my reasoning for Four being sent to the Tomb despite not being dead is that the Heroes Tomb doesn’t just look after the corpses of Hylia’s heroes, but also their gear, and that the various weapons and clothing items of previous heroes scattered about the Depths in Totk came from the Tomb of which I believe to have been lost during the Great Calamity. Notably there is no gear in TotK to represent Four, which leads me to believe that Four isn’t dead, and therefore still has his gear and or his gear wasn’t being kept with the rest of the deceased heroes stuff. In my head Four got attacked by Twinrova some time after FSA and his adventures with the Chain, and hit with a sleeping spell similar to the one used on Aurora, no one could figure out how to wake Four, not even Dot, and thus he was stashed somewhere for safe keeping, until the Hyrulean Civil War, Hylia felt that it wasn’t safe to keep Four on the surface because of the war, and thus sent him to the Heroes Tomb for safe keeping.

Also while Darka initially debuted in ST as the final challenge of the Take 'Em All On! mini-game in Castle Town, I actually head-canon her as having originated in WW, having been created by Ganondorf to defeat Wind, only for her to decide that she didn’t want to be evil and didn’t want to fight Wind, so she just straight up ditch Ganondorf, and went of to do her own thing, eventually winding up in New Hyrule and becoming a citizen who pays taxes, and works for Joynas at the Take 'Em All On! mini-game. Darka is ultimately a kind hearted soul, as seen by her leaving healing items in her room despite the rules saying that there’s not healing items to be found during the mini-game (Darka got in a fair bit of trouble when Joynas found out) and also hence she betrayed Ganondorf. Note while Darka is Trans, I do not head-canon Wind as trans.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Fast Food - The False Oracles

Childhood, Adolescence, Travels

I knelt before the Oracles, eyes downcast. Six of them, there were, dressed in clothes too casual for their nature. Shrinking beneath their gaze, I felt rather like a child before my elders. 

“One has come to seek counsel, great Oracles,” I whispered with reverence. “I have travelled far and wide. I have met the heroes of legend, watched them make history, and fought alongside them too. I have caused the death of my people, and the rise of another, and I live to tell the tale.”

One of them leaned forward. She was serpentine, with skin dry enough to be scaly, eyes red as rubies and long hair to match. “And what is it you seek, little trickster? Do you wish to change the past? To turn back time and make a different choice? To create a world in which you never had to make a choice in the first place?” The sharp edge of her smile told me there was a right answer, and a wrong one.

“None of them,” I replied, meeting her gaze. I had locked forearms with the first Spirit-Empress, bowed to the great Lich-Queen, danced with the God of Chaos himself. I could handle a crew of omniscient priestesses. “I did the right thing. Even if you gave me the option, I wouldn't have made any other choice.”

“Then why are you here?” It was a different Oracle this time, one hardly more than a girl-child, yet with a voice as deep and luscious as sin. “You have yet to answer our first question.”

I winced. “I-” What did I want? Why was I here? I had just needed to come back to Iraios, back to the place where I had met my first love, lost my first loss. “I must know: Could I have chosen better? Could I have done anything differently? Could I have saved them all?” 

I didn't know what I wanted to hear. It would have broken my heart either way, to know that my family and friends were doomed all along, or to know that I had failed to save their lives.

“And the sun will rise and the mountains will fall and all things will come to an end,” the sole male Oracle said. He studied me with steely eyes, devoid of soul. “What does it matter if they died now, or in a thousand years?” He paused, and I felt the room shift, as though something beyond my grasp had tilted reality. “I cannot stand you pathetic little woe-is-me trauma magnets. ‘Oh, my backstory is so sad! Oh, all my family died in a fire and that's why I'm evil!’ Oh, why don't I smack you right in your sad-little-meow-meow mouth, hmm?”

A smattering of laughter went up at that, the Oracle's clearly delighting in his condemnation of me. It stung, like a slap to the face, hurt and shock and shame. Then it burned like rage. 

“You can stuff your mouth up your ass, you little mud-suckler,” I snapped, not caring if I was picking a fight I couldn't win. “Those are real people you're talking about here, not some pawns in a game. They were my family, my tribe, my entire gods-accursed species! Everyone I shared a single drop of blood with is gone! And you dare to make light of it?”

“Don't you see? That's the point. Those were people with lives, with stories of their own, tossed aside like unwanted toys! She's playing with them, just as She toys with you, for Her cruelty knows no bounds.” It was the scarred one that spoke this time, her voice filled with bitter rage. “I weep for your loss, truly. We all do. Only a monster such as our Writer would dare sacrifice an entire people for character development.”

“I don't understand. You mean… Someone made this happen? This wasn't my fault?” The thought alone lifted a weight of guilt off my chest.

“Hah! It absolutely was your fault, you sad little queer representation,” the snake Oracle told me. “We merely mean that it was written from the very beginning. You would, will, and have always sacrificed your people to save humanity. That's the meta-tragedy of it. And for the record, Liam and I don't weep for you. We laugh, because this whole tale is a farcical comedy.”

“Me too,” the youthful Oracle added. “I mean: You're named after a Macdonald's breakfast. How much funnier can you get? Peak comedic relief.” She grinned. “Oh, but I do feel rather sorry for you.”

I felt myself twitch. Everyone had warned me that the Oracles spoke in tongues, but this? They might as well have been talking to someone else, with the way they went on. “What the hell is a Mac Donald? And was there someone pulling the strings, or was there not? Answer me!”

They ignored me. “You should pity it,” the scarred one told the others. “That accursed Writer thinks She can toy with us like this? Make us into her little dolls to break and bruise?” She spat on the floor. “Well, someday, we'll prove her wrong.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Gloria,” one of the remaining two said. She could have blended into any crowd, save for her solemnity, which could belong nowhere except in the highest of holy places. (Which, despite all evidence to the contrary, this was.) “We can't stop her any more than a character can reach through the pages and pull the quill that writes them away. All we mean, all we have are, all we have done is controlled by her.” What crossed her face was a river so deep I could have drowned all my troubles in it. 

“I am sorry, Hash. You are a Watcher, true and just. You have, will, and must witness many things, most of which will bleed your soul. And you have not, will not, must not allow it to kill the kindness in your heart.” She got up from her seat and stepped forward, pressing her hands against mine. “A long time ago, or perhaps no time at all, your progenitors sought my counsel. I warned them that you, specifically, would be the death of all their people.” she paused, as though to let that sink in.

“But- The records said they didn't know which of us it was,” I protested. “The records just said one of their children!”

“That's the bit you're focusing on?!” Gloria shoved her companion aside. “What part of deliberately engineered tragedy by a callous bitch did you not get?” Her face was right up against mine, cleft lip trembling with rage.

“A tragedy is still a tragedy if it was deliberately set up. It is still grief-worthy if it were unpreventable. And even if the audience does not weep, I will,” the young one added. “Out of respect for a good tale, if nothing else.”

“That I can drink to,” snake-Oracle agreed. “But what about you, dear taglist, hmm?” She cleared her throat.

“Pardon me for the bad language you're about to experience, but here's a shout-out to: @coffeeangelinabox, @dorky-pals, @calliecwrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @shukei-jiwa

@thewingedbaron, @pluppsauthor, @cowboybrunch, @wylloblr, @possiblyeldritch

@tragedycoded, @finickyfelix, @urnumber1star, @ratedn, @ramwritblr

@vampirelover890, @possiblylisle, @illarian-rambling, @the-ellia-west

@evilgabe29, @glitched-dawn, @rivenantiqnerd, @dragonhoardesfandoms, @xenascribbles

@drchenquill, @everythingismadeofchaos, @owldwagitoutofyou, @dimitrakies, @beloveddawn-blog

@riveriafalll, @the-golden-comet, @rascaronii, @trippingpossum, @real-fragments

@unrepentantcheeseaddict, @the-inkwell-variable, @flock-from-the-void .” She finished her spiel with a wink at nobody in particular. 

They clapped with delight. “Oh, what creativity! How adorable. To turn such a solemn moment into a breaking of the fourth wall,” the steel Oracle commented. “But using Olive as your mouthpiece? Hardly appropriate. In the future, my hateful Writer, choose me for your meta-messages. After all, aren't I the odd one out?”

Oh, that was it. “This is ridiculous,” I told them, before they could continue their insane little game, or whatever it was. “You all are crazier than a clan of spirits in a crockpot. This isn't going to help me.” None of them stopped me as I got up.

I was halfway to the door when the final Oracle noticed me. Throughout our exchange, her eyes had been closed, her expression unchanging. She might as well have been a statue, carved of ivory and obsidian by the finest of stone-mages. Yet, as I passed her, she opened her eyes and revealed the vitality that lay beneath them. 

In the days before and after, I have encountered the Void That Swallows All, the God-huntress Who Brought the New World, and even Kurall, our Creator, herself. Even after all that, nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever compare to the power I felt at that moment.

The depths of her eyes superseded any Void. The graze of her fingers sparked a fire hotter than a thousand gods' immolations. The curve of her body could have birthed a thousand worlds. She was beautiful like my worst nightmare, and I fell to my knees before the True Oracle.

“WARBRINGER. WANDERER. WATCHER. YOU ARE MANY THINGS, CHILD, BUT A HERO FIRST AND FOREMOST AMONG THEM. I WILL NOT DISGRACE YOU BY CALLING YOU A FALSE NAME. NOR WILL I PRESUME AND CALL YOU BY YOUR TRUE ONE.” Her gaze burned my skin where it fell, and I fought the urge to shift into something small, to dodge the observation of something that could crush me so easily.

She seemed to understand, for she stroked my shoulder. “YOU WISH TO KNOW IF YOU COULD HAVE SAVED THEM?” 

I nodded.

“NO. IT WAS FORETOLD FROM THE BEGINNING. I FORETOLD IT MYSELF. IT HURTS YOU TO KNOW THAT.” She said it as a fact, not a question. 

“BUT YOU WILL FACE WORSE HURTS. YOU WILL KILL THE ONE YOU LOVE. YOU WILL SACRIFICE HIM FOR OTHER PEOPLES, LIKE YOU DID YOUR FAMILY. AND THIS TIME, YOU WILL KNOW THAT YOU CHOSE THE SACRIFICE. YOU WILL HAVE MADE THE ACTIVE DESCISION. YOU WILL KNOW THIS, AND YOU WILL REALISE THAT YOU WOULD DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT.” 

“That doesn't make things better,” I replied. “It's not fair. Why do I have to do this? Why does it have to be me?” My complaints sounded hollow, like a rat's chittering, beneath the baritone of her voice. “I just wanted to get by, have fun, live a little. I didn't ask for any of this.”

Her sigh held no judgement, no compassion, nothing except an endless exhaustion. “IT IS INDEED NOT FAIR.” She did not seem willing to say more.

“You think we chose this?” One of the lesser Oracles had spoken up, the man, and his voice did hold judgement. “You think we wanted to be cursed with omnipotence, to be forced to see that stupid fourth wall and the assholes that lie beyond? To know all that, and be able to change none of it? Ramaeria died to try to save her husband, and what did it change? Nothing! She, we, knew everything, and yet we're helpless! It sucks, you stupid little fried potato, and don't you try to compare your suffering to ours,” he snarled.

“SILENCE. THE CHILD'S WEEPING IS NOT CAUSELESS. WE WILL AID YOU, LITTLE ONE, IF YOU WISH TO RECEIVE THE ORACLE'S BLESSING.” 

I turned back towards the True Oracle, and nodded unsteadily. At the corner of my gibbering mind, I thought she looked an awful lot like my first lover, like Akati come back to life. 

She must have known, for she stood up and enfolded me in her arms, like I were a baby bird and the sleeves of her robe a mother's wings. “SO IT IS, YOU WHO CALL YOURSELF HASH BROWN. YOUR SHIFTING WILL BE SWIFT, YOUR TONGUE WEAVED OF THE PUREST SILVER, YOUR JUDGEMENT ABLE TO BALANCE A HEART AND A FEATHER. SO IT IS SAID BY THE ORACLES.” 

Grudgingly, one by one, the other Oracles piped up. “So it is said by the Oracles,” they chimed.

“Thank you,” I replied, at a loss for other words.

“THERE IS ONE LAST THING I MUST DO TO SEAL THIS DEAL.” As she said it, she bent down, a smile finally passing over her lips. 

The True Oracle pressed her lips to mine, and delivered me the grandest kiss of my life.

(hahah i normally put my taglist here but Olive had other plans. Please tell me what you think of this, I really went outta my comfort zone with it. Also, Fast Food is a chronologically unordered series, and you can find the rest on my pinned post!)

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La madre silenciosa au character sheets!!

Btw many of the kids are from other towns as well!! The magic bought them and Dolores together! And Alma, julieta, Agustin, pepa, Felix, Isabela and Luisa are referred as “other family“

First we have Paloma, his family owned a shoe shop in bogota, his dad was abusive to his whole family, especially to him because he acts “girly“. He didn’t like making or fixing shoes, neither did he like the “manly“ activities his father forced him to do. He became a bully to protect himself from anyone, Paloma regrets it a lot though. Paloma hated his life and father very much, his mother never did anything besides watch which made him hate them even more. He realized that he loved baking a lot, at that moment he knew that he wanted to become a baker. When his father found out it wasn’t so pretty, he raged out onto him and in the same day Paloma ran away. A week later he was in the Encanto, that’s when Dolores heard him and took him in! He got adopted at the age of 8, a year later he got his gift and he has been the happiest ever :D it didnt take him a while to get off his habit but he was relaxed after.

Next is Camilo! Since birth he was more of an mama‘s boy, yet pepa didn’t pay much attention to him, only when he needed to get praised. Dolores on the other hand made sure to give him the motherly love he deserved. He didn’t like the feeling of Mariano appearing like an father figure for him, he was angry at Felix for lacking at it, but he adapted Mariano quite fast. He was often grouchy about the fact that his parents don’t care. His gift also made the situation worse but his real family always helped him which got him better though time. He loves to take care of his little siblings and in the same time being an wild teenager!

Ines is a "special" child, well at least for a lot of people. She has albinism, her parents thought she was some kind of evil spirit so they treated her rather badly. Ines got bullied from the neighborhoods because of her condition, the school didn’t accept her in either so she didn’t knew to write, read or properly speak. She really isolated herself from the world getting sick often since she stays in her room 24\7. Dolores heard about her a couple of times, she helped ines to get better at basic stuff, she schooled her and took her in when she was 9! Dolores noticed that ines had major anger issues, so she decided to put her in therapy to help ines, which worked a lot! Maybe she can snap sometimes but she‘s working on it. Also she dye‘s her hair because she doesn’t like the white color, she gets reminded often how pretty her hair is but she still won’t like it.

Finally mirabel! She is still giftless in this au, the other family still acts as if she were a curse (besides Luisa). Mirabel obviously tries not to think much of her being giftless even if she is reminded every day. Her parents maybe cared for her more than camilo‘s did but they stopped caring when she didnt get a gift, always making the same excuse “im busy“ Dolores knew mirabel didn’t deserve to get treated like that just because of her gift so she did the caring! Mirabel learned a lot of stuff trough her family, but what she loved to learn the most was the sewing skills her abuela Fiona’s showed her.

They all became a group, since they were raised together and been trough a lot together, their age made them closer too!!

Xavier had a pretty rough life, his mother died at birth and his father hated him for it. His father always looked him up into tight and dark spaces because he didn’t want to see him. Dolores reported him for some crimes he did, just so she could take Xavier in, he was 6 when he got adopted. Xavier was a bit shy at first but he grew to be a very brave boy! He looked up to Mariano a lot and practically did everything he did because he thought that if he did anything wrong he was gonna be put in a tight space again but they made sure to help him with his habit, now he is just wild!! Basically being himself.

Juan is Xavier’s best friend!! Which he is really greatful for since Juan never really had friends. He came from a wealthy family in bogota, he didnt like being wealthy because he got bullied a lot for it. It would get so bad that he often needed to be hospitalized. Because he is from a wealthy family his family doesnt accept him either, they ignore him, dont take care of him and neither do they try to stop his bullying. Like Paloma he ran away out of anger just that this time when he fell asleep in the woods, he woke up the next day in a cozy bed instead of his old cold one. It took him some time to adjust with the people in town, especially the older ones. Juan ran away when he was 8, and he first got his gift 3 years later because the miracle felt the anxiety in him, however he now lives carefree and safe!

Andres had a traumatic past, his blond hair and blue eyes made him get praised by a lot of people which made his parents realize the fame. Andres‘s mother was by far more obsessed with fame so she ofc did everything so people would notice him. They forced him to do stuff just so he would get praised and famed over, if he ddi something wrong he would get punished. When he was 7 he lashed out and his mother burned him with fire as punishment. That happened at night so Dolores got woken by screams, she got his parents arrested and took him in. Andres still tends to avoid a lot of stuff but it is noticeable how he is working on getting better!!

Luz is a bright girl!! Now her mom cared for her however she didnt take care of herself. Her mom always argued with her dad since he was somewhat abusive, at the end she divorced him because she found out he was having an affair. Life was hard after that, luz had to take care of both her mom and herself but after a year her mom took her own life, needless to say it wasn’t a pretty view. She got adopted by Dolores at 5, sometimes Luz has panic attacks because of the trauma so she regularly goes to therapy too. She‘s getting way better! Luz looks up to Isabela often because it seems like she and her mom don’t only look alike but also have a lot in common.

As you can guess Marcia isn’t liked because of her eyes, some of them find it freaky or weird. She actually had a quite big family but they hated her for being different so they tried to get rid of her. (Iykyk) Marcia was extremely traumatized by it, Dolores scolded the entire family including arresting the older ones, needles to say she wasn’t so happy about what she heard. Marcia isolated herself for 6 months after, her family were with her the entire time to help her. The passing months she was getting better and Marcia started to open up. Now she’s happily learning how to write!! Dolores adopted her at 5 years old, kinda sad she was this young.

Lyla had good guardians, her grandparents took care of her till they died, which was when she was 4, after that her parents took her in and since they were young they didnt attend to take care of her. Dolores was already good friends with her grandparents, they knew that her parents wouldn’t take care of her so they asked Dolores to do it. Dolores talked with her parents and adopted lyla!! Layla basically already grew up in the casita so she is pretty used to everything, yet she does need help if it comes to the stairs.

Carlos was actually a homeless boy, his parents left him on the streets when he was 3 and he was on the streets for 3 years till dolores found him. He got picked on a lot and he was skinny which made him insecure too. When Dolores found him he was barely holding on, so he got spoiled a lot ofc!! They helped him with school which he didnt like learning at first, but later on found out he could read comic‘s with it. Plus he became very confident too!!

Esteban has divorced parents, both of them absolutely HATE eachother so they make him their weapon. Every once a week he has to visit the other parent and before he goes the parents tells him to do this or to do that. Esteban doesnt want to do it, he doesnt like it, he feels guilty about it but he knows the punishments. Both of his parents were arrested for the crimes they did (i wonder who reported them) dolores adopted him when he was 8!! Esteban got nothing but just affection from his new family, he loves them very deeply and feels safe with them than he ever has.

The triplets had it very rough, they were selled by their own parents. The ones that bought them treated them very bad, they experimented on them, hurt them for fun and did a lot of other bad stuff. They escaped the place and hid in casita. Dolores found them and adopted them! It took them the longest out of the children to get used to a normal life, but now they are pretty comfortable with their new family! She found them when they were 5, pretty young, sometimes they still struggle a lot.

Leandra‘s dad is pretty troublesome. He always gets in trouble with some kind of bad gang‘s, as you call it. These things get both his dad and himself in danger, he hates not feeling safe the entire time. When he was 6 his dad caused a big thing with a gang, they cornered him and Leandra was with him at that time. In order to survive he told them that they could take Leandra, they then took Leandra and left him alone. The people hurt him for fun throughout a half year, Mariano say them doing stuff to him one day and it didnt end well for them. Mariano saved leandra from the trouble and since that day he has major trust issues, hes grumpy most of the times however he still can be soft :)

Esmeralda was abandoned by her mother when she was 2, she just left her in the forest. Months went by and Dolores started to hear noises in the forest at some points. When she decided to check it out she saw a little toddler, Dolores ofc adopted her. Esmeralda didn't have many problems besides some, she had and still has problems with communication. Speaking for her can be difficult, that's why her family makes sure to always give her a rest when they talk with her. She may looks like she would creep someone out, but she's harmless and would never think of hurting anyone :D

Olivia‘s parents were not stable, they always took some shit. She sometimes ended up in the orphanage because they got arrested. Her parents are abusive and alway aggressive, they never care for her or her brother, so most of the time she has to take care of both of them which can be exhausting. Dolores arrested her parents and took both of them in. Olivia was really happy to have new parents, she got used to Mariano and Dolores really quickly because they were so comforting. She was also happy that her brother was treated well in others care, she finally could be a normal kid!

Rosa has a big family, she has 3 big siblings who moved out of her house when she was young, they didn't treat her well, especially her older sister. They left her out and bullied her often, Isabela reminds her of her big sister a lot and that’s why she hates Isabela a lot. Not only that but they both look and act alike which makes her hatred towards Isabela even more. Her parents weren’t good people either, they too treated her like an outcast and made her do all the chores in the house. They made fun of her too till Dolores got them arrested for a reason. Rosa really looks up to Dolores as her savior, she can finally just be herself without anyone judging her.

Rafeala‘s parents were young when they had him and that’s why they gave him to his grandmother. His grandmother HATES him for making her daughter's life miserable. Rafaela was treated very badly by her, when he was 5 she hurt him so badly he got a major concussion. That concussion damaged his brain really badly which made him forget to do a lot of stuff and a lot of memories. Dolores wasn’t so happy about the news and that woman did not end in jail without breaking some bones. However the injuries didn't stop him from being a very positive child!! He’s happy with his new family!! Sometimes he is scared of Alma because of his memories.

Antonio was in dolore‘s care since the moment he was born, pepa did not want to raise another child. (As if she raised her others) Antonio knows that Dolores and Mariano aren't his real parents but that won't stop him from loving them as if they were his parents which they technically are. He hates his other family for hurting his family, the only person he would still talk to would be Luisa since she is actually nice and would be there for him. He didn't have much problems with his family next to him even so sometimes he still has a lot of anxiety because of his expectations of being the next “hope of the miracle“. His family will make sure though whatever will happen that they will always stay with him.

Cecilia has some troublesome parents, they caused trouble and blamed her for it. She didn't like being blamed for everything they did. Not only that but they were heavy alcoholic‘s too. Sometimes they would force her to buy it for them, she hated the feeling, she hated it all. She isolated herself a lot, Dolores finally got her parents arrested last year and since then she has been the happiest. No more getting blamed at, no more of the smell of alcohol and no more hurting. She loves her family and loves to be with her friends everyday.

Alejandra has divorced parents, she never really sees her dad and is around her mom the entire time. Her mom brings a man over sometimes and if they are really drunk they start to criticize her, calling her bad names or just making fun of her in general. She hates being made fun of so she goes to her abuela Fiona’s house a lot since it's near. After some time Dolores adopted her, now she feels safe in her own home. She doesn't need to be scared of anyone criticizing her ever again and she loves the feeling of being free of those bad words.

Juancho was also one of Mariano’s neighbors. He practically grew up in Mariano’s home since his parents didn’t give a shit about him, like they wouldn’t care if he just went missing, nor would they even care if he had died. They didn't want children and acted aggressive towards him often, Juancho didn't like them even one bit. Mariano often hung around him because he knew how they acted with him, in the end he adopted him and Juancho was more than happy. Juancho did have a coffee problem because once he saw the coffee he pretty much got addicted, they are working on it though.

They all got matching bracelets after seeing the older ones having one too.

Patricia is Frisco's and Vicenta’s step sibling. Their mom cheated on multiple men and in the end she married one, aka patrcia‘s dad. They got treated pretty bad, they were forced to do all the housework, if they didn't they got punishments. Dolores adopted them last year when they were 4, she actually fought to adopt them earlier but the police often refused, in the end she finally adopted them. They were fearful at first but then got comfortable with their new family, they are relaxed and don't have to worry about punishments anymore.

Yoga was treated badly because of his skin condition, his family made him feel like a mistake, like he didn’t deserve to be alive. Luckily he was the neighbor of Fiona, he always ran to her after they did something, sometimes he would stay with her some days and sometimes he would stay at Dolores’s. He hated being treated badly just because of his condition. Fiona ranted the parents out and Dolores ended up adopting him. For some reason he liked the julieta‘s outfit a lot, it made him feel calm just by seeing it so they made sure to make him something similar in which he ofc feels safe.

Diego was the oldest and first one Dolores adopted. (Besides Camilo and Mirabel) His father didn't treat him well, he made Diego work a lot. His uncle‘s side of the family wasn’t good either, they too treated him badly. Diego was confused most of the time, yet he was also angry. Sometimes his father would kick him out and then take him back in, but one day when Diego was 9 he ran away, he didnt wanna work anymore, he didnt wanna get hurt or bad-mouthed anymore. Dolores found him in the forest and took him in, he looked up to her a lot since that day. Now he is rested, no more work and no more bad words, plus he loves being a big brother.

Bronco‘s parents only used him and his sister for good reputation. They didn‘t want children but they saw how much people with children get praised so they decided to have 2 children for good reputation only. When they weren’t getting praised they were left alone unattended somewhere, Dolores always has to go to their garden so they won't hurt themselves accidentally. When Bronco was 2 he set the house on fire without knowing, the house burned down but Dolores still got him and his sister out in time. His parents didn’t survive, but bronco didn't care that much since he didn't even really know them. Dolores adopted them and he felt happier to be with her than his parents.

Cruzito‘s parents didn't want him, they noticed how Dolores adopted many children, so they asked Dolores to take him. She was upset how they did not want their own child but she didn't refuse. Dolores adopted cruzito, he grew up happily in a big family with lots of love and spoilering.

Almira’s parents used her for a good reputation like bronco. She didn't like seeing so many bad face‘s, some were making her upset. She didn't like going to the same places and would just end up crying. One day her brother set the house on fire, Dolores saved her but she was really traumatized by it, she cried every time she was put down by Dolores because of the thought of being hurt again, after some time though she felt safe enough to be on the floor and even start to walk herself. Mostly though she likes being picked up rather than walking.

Angela‘s and Amalia's parents weren’t bad people, well at least not their mother. Their mother was good friends with Dolores, but she knew that she couldn’t handle twins at birth since it was risky for her age. She made a promise with Dolores that if she died she wanted her to take care of the twins. And sadly she did die after the birth, Dolores was devastated but kept her promise. Their father divorced their mother when he found out about the pregnancy, he didn't want children and so he left. Dolores makes sure they grow up to be loved.

Victorio is Olivia’s little brother, since birth he has been abused, his parents were nothing but just aggressive towards him. Thankfully he is a calm child most of the time. He is happily now in Dolores’s care, without getting hurt for the rest of his life.

Now we're onto Dolores!! She started to notice Mirabel was neglected by the whole family, even by her own mother. She hated hearing the cries she heard from mirabel after the ceremony, no one also went to comfort her so she took the matters into her own hand and started to take care of her, it wasn’t a long time till she started to take care of Camilo too. After some time she heard a child in the forest, all alone and she couldn’t just leave him there so she took him in. Since that day she started to take more and more care of the children that needed care. But who would take care of Dolores? Well at the time she found that child in the forest she also met a woman in the age of her mother, she built a bond with the woman and started to see her as a mother figure, pepa lost her spark with Dolores a long time ago, since she was 5. She also met her beloved husband through the kids, everything is great…till it isn’t.

Mariano grew up with no parents, his father is unknown and his mother died at birth. His grandma took care of him and he made a promise to never be like his father. He grew up pretty well behaved, he made sure to treat everyone kindly. He started to get a crush on his best friend, Dolores after a while. He has known her since childhood and he also knows that she helps the people in need. He wanted to be by her side, helping the ones in need, but he also wanted to help her too. After a confession, they started to date and then he proposed, they got married and Mariano couldn’t be happier. He loves his family and what he has become. He would never change it the way it is.

Elena Rosa, the grandmother of Mariano had a normal life, she grew up like any other kid, maybe sometimes her life got down, like that time she lost her husband in the escape. She gave birth to a little girl, who later on also died on her grandson‘s birth. She was devastated but she swore to raise him in the way she would’ve. She hates her daughter's husband for abandoning her during the pregnancy. Elena loves Dolores and her family a lot too. She knew that Dolores was just perfect for Mariano, plus she also loves to spoil her great grandchildren. They are everything for her.

Fiona grew up poorly, her family wasn’t the best, so she made sure to cut them out if she ever got married. Which she did, but after he found out that she couldn’t get children he left her and 6 years of her life went to waste on him. She was alone after that, till Dolores came to her life. She treated Dolores like a daughter she couldn’t have before. And in the process Fiona also got a son-in-law plus grandchildren!! She loves spoiling Dolores and her grandchildren, she made sure to make sure they won’t get the same treatment she got. She’s very protective of her family, she will hurt anyone who even dares to looks at them the wrong way.

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Y’all best believe I spend a lot of time of this 😭 I also needed to rewrite most of their lores since tumblr decided to be a pain in the ass 😞 Fiona is just a character I wanted to add since Dolores deserves a mother figure in this au 🥲👍 I really love and enjoy this au a lot!! I think in the future I will start to write too :D!! If any of y’all got something to say or ask so about this au I be very glad to answer or hear about it!!

Also, the children live in a second casita alike house, just that this house is like a magical room. In Dolores’s room, Guzman‘s house and Fiona‘s house is a door connected to casita 2.0. The room is ofc huge, and everyone who chooses to have an own bedroom has one, some share one cuz they don’t like being alone. They have a garden, multiple bathrooms, and everything they need. Since technically the room isn’t connected to the candle like casita is, it still will be there after casita‘s fall!! Just that Dolores room door won’t work anymore till they rebuild casita. 🩵

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Atla au where Church is the Avatar but his connection to the spirit world is fucky because the Director (who is his dad in this au, think Lord Ozai in terms of evil, abusive dad) experimented on him when he found out he was the avatar to discovery why he was able to reincarnate and see if he could do the same for his dead wife.

In order to protect young Church from the abuse he's facing and to keep his spiritual connections intact in case the director cuts it off, the previous avatars decide to all inhabit Church's body. This obviously causes a lot of chaos within Church's mind as all the avatars mix and mash together in order to fit in Church's head and confuses all the spirits since they now have Church's memories mixed with their own and now they all believe that they are Church/are alive.

The director is obviously fascinated by this occurrence since it's not like when the avatar state where Church is imbued with all the knowledge of his previous lives to kick ass and instead is more like there's hundreds of separate "avatar states" Church can be in, all with their own specific strengths and weaknesses. (All the previous incarnations of the avatar are the fragments from RVB, Delta was an air monk turned avatar, Theta was an avatar that died at a young age, etc, etc).

Eventually, Church leaves but is being chased by his sister Carolina, who was being raised in a very Azula manner of being the best of the best with no room for failure (yes she is a firebender). He meets Tucker, a waterbender, and Caboose, a non-bender who believes with his whole heart that he is some kind of bender, and they join him on his adventure to become the avatar and take down the director and whatever corrupt shit he has going on (could be an empire, could be an illegal bender experimentation and trafficking ring) while avoiding getting roasted by his sister and her friends (the freelancers).

The reds also show up at some point (Sarge, Simmons, and Donut are all firebenders and Grif is an Earthbender) and start off as a group of bounty hunters chasing after the blues, but end up joining their gang on their shenanigans.

No, Tex is not a clone of Allison in this au, but she is a “vessel” that the director wants to use when and if he can resurrect his dead wife. No, the spirits of the avatars never leave Church, they have embedded themselves in his soul to protect him. They are just as much a part of Church as the AI fragments were in RVB and have been with him his basically his whole life.

Yes, Caboose does come to the conclusion that he is the avatar. No, you cannot convince him otherwise.

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So I have a big theory and I don't know where to put it, so here it goes:

The thing that's gonna incarnate in Yuri's stomach isn't Aono. Is the patron god of the village, Kubinashi sama. The dark Aono is the real Aono.

Based on the whole thing with Sota and the school inventory, we know the ghost always come back, because you're not supposed to offer them anything, and as soon as you do they're turned into evil spirits. We also know from the Sota situation, that every time someone comes back, a part of the patron god, with them. In Sota's case, his "friend". The part where Aono says that it isn't Yotsukubi sama, nor a ghost, but at the same it is, shows that the existence of Kubinashi is not something that's fixed. Furthermore, my theory is that Kubinashi sama is feigning being Aono (the "good" one) due to Yuri's agreement.

Think about it. Yuri and Aono were only dating for two weeks, yet Aono seems to be the perfect boyfriend, despite Fujimoto knowing that he only dated Yuri because he felt bad for her, and that he didn't really knew her. My theory is that this Aono is the part of the agreement of Kubinashi with Yuri: it gave her her perfect vision of Aono, so that she would be satisfied with it and never taking back her agreement. This is why this Aono doesn't have complete memories of how he died, or his childhood. Is an incomplete version of Aono. This Aono also evolves with the time. Every time Yuri changes, Aono also changes to satisfy her desires. This is why the normal Aono didn't know about what happened in the aquarium, but as soon as Yuri learned about it, he suddenly was able to.

Dark Aono is the real Aono, which is why he only comes when certain steps are taken. As the boyfriend of Yuri he doesn't want to hurt her and he is technically part of the deal with Kubinashi. Similar to Sota, who is part of the deal, and is seemingly the perfect brother, that is also part of the deal; Kubinashi only brings back the parts of the deceased the one making the contract remembers. The "dark versions" that appear are the real ones that have grudges and can't pass on. This also explains why he wanted her to eat food of the other world, that way if she gets stuck there, her agreement with Kubinashi will be void.

Dark Sota holds a grudge to his mother for "forgetting him", and to his brother for "causing his death". Dark Aono does not hold a grudge to Yuri, but as a dark spirit, both of them have the desire to grow stronger by getting offerings and sacrifices. The reasoning of this is that those things are different; offerings are usually made directly to the deceased, normally on their tombstones or the family altars, sacrifices are made to deities, and can be done anywhere. So far all the offerings have been made directly to Aono (the food, the eyes) which is why only the dark Aono, the real Aono takes them. The normal Aono can't take them, cause he's not real one, thus they aren't his to take. This explains why the normal Aono couldn't enter the storage room, but dark Aono could. This also gives a possibility: normal Aono can't afford to let Yuri know that he's not the real Aono, cause otherwise that would void the agreement. In agreements, the spirit cannot lie, but they can hide things. This is also shown on the agreement to bring back Sota, Hiroto wasn't told that he was gonna come back as an evil spirit. In the same, Yuri wasn't told that Aono was gonna come back as Dark Aono, and to make her less suspicious, Kubinashi decided to disguise itself as the perfect Aono. If Kubinashi has control over all the spirits in the village, then he could keep dark Aono at bay, except when Aono is called directly, cause that's part of the rules. That's also why normal Aono remembers everything Dark Aono does, cause technically, spirits are part of Kubinashi's domain; not enough to control what they do, but enough to know what they do.

So, Yuri sacrificed herself, offered her life in exchange of Aono. Now based on the Kubinashi ritual, we know that every ghost agreement isn't made with the ghosts, but with Kubinashi sama; the ghosts are only part of the exchange. And Kubinashi sama makes use of the sacrifices however they seem fit or convenient. In the kids case it involved a game, but in Yuri's case it involved being reincarnated. We also know ghosts can't really come back, except as well.. ghosts. So that further solidifies that argument.

Part of this theory is that Nozomi's family is a family of ommyoujis. But that due to the times changing, and the lack of sacrifices, they probably left that tradition behind, and thus Nozomi was never really talked about her heritage. This part comes from the fact that Nozomi's grandma seems to know a lot about the village story with Kubinashi, and despite being a ghost she has powers that ghosts otherwise don't have, like taking over Nozomi without her permission, entering her dream, or taking control of the snake in Nozomi's dream. This also comes from her clothing, which are clothes people wear to funerals (the visitors are the ones that wear it, the deceased usually wears white clothes), but black clothes are also associated with the highest rank of Shinto priests.

Furthermore, Nozomi's grandma is effectively Nozomi's shikigami as of now, one out of devotion and not sacrifice. This is why she helping her during her dream was accepted, she is technically an extension of Nozomi.

Another part of why the agreement with Yuri is different, is because they're kids. Yuri is a virgin who's in age of conceiving (the chapter showing her having her period wasn't a coincidence). Ghosts cannot come back, but deities can, given they have a vessel. In this case, Yuri's stomach. The fact that Yuri's family has a history with Kubinashi isn't out of the question, neither. It's is possible that like Nozomi's family, Yuri's family must have a tie to the Kubinashi ritual in some way. If the Kariya family has a tie to sacrifices, it could even possibly explain what happened to Yuri's older brother. Let's not forget that in some traditions you're supposed to sacrifice your first born. This could also explain the situation behind her older brother.

Now I know this is wild but, my theory is that Yuri's parents had to sacrifice his older child, and had Midori hoping she could be sacrifices instead. As per the rules, only the first child was accepted, and they grow to hate Midori because of this. They had Yuri either as an unplanned pregnancy, or in hopes of having a second boy to replace the first one, but it failed. This is also why the first child is never really talked about.

So, not only the Kariya family has something to do with sacrifices, and abnormal virgin pregnancies related to deities; Yuri would inherently be sacrificing her first born by making her birth a god.

So, the theory is this: the village where Yuri lives is controlled by Kubinashi, and her family has a tie to it by doing sacrifices, and Nozomi's family by being priests. Yuri didn't make an agreement with Aono, she made an agreement with Kubinashi to bring back Aono, and now she has to birth Kubinashi, while Aono returned as just a dark spirit.

[craniumflight]

Be Xie Wei 1st Life Failure:

>was freakin busy with paperwork after he and cousin yan lin took over the government

>hasnt slept in days and needs work to get done so he has someone send him up the narcotic drugs popular among court

>takes the drug and gets high. hallucinates empress striding in, mentioning his blood debt to her, and offering herself to him in exchange for his protection.

>thinks she is an evil spirit sent to tempt him and challenge his monk lifestyle.

>draws a line on her neck with red cinnabar in order to exorcise her.

>"get out" evil spirit!

>she leaves in shame and humiliation

>xie wakes up to find the ginseng soup she brought in his dream was real

>orders the servant who allowed her into his office to be found and executed

>decides to visit the empress to clear things up

>overhears empress and her bff inside the room shit-talking about him. Also overhears her plan of totally submitting to his cousin who "bullies" her.

>gives up and leaves

>has someone wordlessly send a dagger to the empress instead

>plans to set crown prince up as emperor

>his cousin yan lin has crown prince assassinated. yan lin yells that empress should just marry yan lin and yan lin become emperor himself. yan lin declares that he'd kill anyone who hurts/kills the empress.

>has his cousin angrily tied up. picks up a sword. and brings the guy to empress.

>calls empress to come out coz "everyone is dead." he's holding the sword. yan lin is sobbing beside him

>empress meets them and brings up his blood debt to her in exchange for the court judge zhang zhe's life

>agrees after coldly confirming if that's what she really wants

>empress kills herself with the dagger that he gave her

>in total shock and misery. he drops the sword

>visits zhang zhe to tell him the empress is dead. zhang zhe learns his mother is dead later

>destroys the plum blossom the empress had one of her fave officials sent to be given to zhang zhe

>tries to let zhang zhe go but zhang zhe writes his own irrefutable death sentence.

>yan lin threatens him using the birthday meteor sword because of the dagger

>breaks up alliance with yan lin after he reveals that the dagger he gave her was always meant to kill yan lin and not for suicide

>props up a beggar orphan to become emperor instead

>alone in a temple he stabs himself with the dagger she once used to give him her blood. he's holding the golden hairpin that fell out from her hair when she died

>lays and bleeds himself out on the grave originally meant for him since he was a kid.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (July 6)

July 6 marks the feast day of St. Maria Goretti, a young virgin and martyr whose life is an example of purity and mercy for all Christians.

St. Maria Goretti is best known for her commitment to purity and the courageous defence of her faith at the young age of eleven that made her willing to undergo death rather than participate in a sin against God.

She is also remarkable for the forgiveness she willingly granted her attacker as she lay on her deathbed.

Maria was born on 16 October 1890 in Corinaldo, Italy. Her father, a farmer, died of malaria when she was young, and her mother had to work to support their six children.

Maria took care of the younger children while her mother worked. She prayed the Rosary every night for the repose of her father’s soul.

She grew in grace and maturity. Her cheerful obedience and piety were noticed by those around her.

On 5 July 1902, a neighbouring farm hand, Alessandro Serenelli, tried to rape Maria.

On several prior occasions, Alessandro had harassed Maria with impure advances, all of which she has vehemently rejected.

This time, he locked her in a room and tried to force himself upon her.

She fought against him, shouting, "No! It is a sin! God does not want it!"

She warned him that this was the path towards hell.

When Maria declared that she would rather die than submit to this sin, Alessandro angrily grabbed her and stabbed her 14 times with a knife.

Maria was found bleeding to death and rushed to the hospital.

As she lay dying, she forgave Alessandro for the crime he had committed against her, saying:

"Yes, for the love of Jesus, I forgive him...and I want him to be with me in Paradise."

Although the doctors tried to save her, she died two agonizing days later, only eleven years old.

Alessandro was sentenced to 30 years in prison.

He remained unrepentant until one night, eight years into his prison term, when Maria appeared to him, dressed in white, gathering lilies in a garden.

She smiled, turned towards Alessandro, and offered him the flowers. Each lily he took transformed into a white flame. Then Maria disappeared.

From that moment, Alessandro converted and found peace. He repented of his crime and changed his life.

He was released from prison three years early and begged forgiveness from Maria’s mother, which she duly granted.

Alessandro moved to a Capuchin monastery, working in the garden as a tertiary for the remainder of his life.

He was one of the witnesses who testified to Maria's holiness during her cause of beatification, citing the crime and the vision in prison.

Many miracles were attributed to Maria Goretti after her death.

Pope Pius XII beatified her on 27 April 1947 and canonized on 24 June 1950, becoming the youngest Roman Catholic saint officially recognised by name.

Her feast day is celebrated by the Church on July 6.

She is the patron saint of purity, rape victims, young women, and youth in general.

On her feast day in 2003, Pope John Paul II spoke about St. Maria Goretti at his Sunday Angelus, noting that her life provides an exemplary witness of what it means to be "pure of heart."

"What does this fragile but christianly mature girl say to today's young people, through her life and above all through her heroic death?" asked the Pope.

"Marietta, as she was lovingly called, reminds the youth of the third millennium that true happiness demands courage and a spirit of sacrifice, refusing every compromise with evil and having the disposition to pay personally, even with death, faithful to God and his commandments."

"How timely this message is," the Holy Father continued.

"Today, pleasure, selfishness and directly immoral actions are often exalted in the name of the false ideals of liberty and happiness.

It is essential to reaffirm clearly that purity of heart and of body go together, because chastity ‘is the custodian’ of authentic love."

[princess-of-the-corner]

There was a Wizard of Oz adaptation show on NBC called Emerald City (I guess they couldn't use the title "Oz" since that would lead to confusion) that was basically a darker and edgier take. It only lasted for one ten-episode season. Dorothy (played by Adria Arjona) is a twenty-year-old nurse, Toto is a police K-9 who ends up in Oz with Dorothy when she hides from the tornado in a police cruiser. The Wizard (played by Vincent D'Onofrio) was a scientist named Frank Morgan who caused the incident that got his team transported to Oz and his colleague killed, and he reinvented himself by becoming Oz's ruler and outlawing magic because he wants to be the smartest man in the room.

The Scarecrow is an amnesiac man whom Dorothy finds strung up and rescues, and, given the name Lucas by Dorothy, he becomes her companion and love interest until it is revealed that he was Glinda's lover. Ozma/Tip was kept in the form of a boy by Mombi (played by Fiona Shaw) with "medicine" after Eamonn (a human knight and the show's version of the Cowardly Lion) spirited her away after killing the king and queen of Oz on the Wizard's orders, and they are reverted to female form after a day without the magic medicine and really struggle with this development. Their friend Jack (as in Jack Pumpkinhead, but a human) helps Tip escape from Mombi with aid from Dorothy, but in anguish over their gender change Tip injures him and he is rescued and rebuilt into the Tin Woodsman by a scientist named Jane.

The witches are an all-female group who can only be killed by other witches or by the mysterious, generationally-recurring threat known as the Beast Forever (who turns out to be the show's version of the Nome King Roquat, but only in the credits). East (played by Florence Kasumba) is hit when the car Dorothy and Toto are in appear Oz, but she survives and attacks Dorothy and Lucas, so Dorothy tricks her into shooting herself in the head, killing her and resulting in her ruby-studded magic gloves to appear on Dorothy's hands. West is a generally chill witch who runs a brothel and cares about her fellow witches, feels guilty for sending witches to their deaths fighting the Beast Forever in its last attack, and is a drug addict (by the way, the road to Oz is yellow because it is coated in opium for some reason). Glinda is a Game of Thrones Big Bad Wannabe and is basically the good witch's version of the Evil Superman trend, and she also runs a convent and schemes against the Wizard. Their mother, South, was seemingly killed by the Beast Forever, meaning that supposedly no more witches can be born, but it turns out that Glinda lied about that and has been keeping her so that South can breed more witches under Glinda's leadership. West is my favorite character and Glinda is my least favorite.

Since Dorothy believes that her biological mother is Aunt Em's sister Karen and the Wizard claims that he and Karen were close, Dorothy briefly assumes that the Wizard is her father, but that is not the case, and her actual mother is Jane, and her father was the colleague who died in the accident that sent the scientists to Oz.

The season ended with Dorothy sent back to Kansas by Jane, who shot the Wizard to save her and stays behind, Ozma ascending to lead Oz and the witches with aid from West while confronting Glinda, and the Beast Forever rising to strike Oz. Lucas and Toto head to Kansas to find Dorothy and bring her back to Oz to help. But the show was canceled, so this was not followed up on.

Okay you know it's funny because from what I know of the books this takes a lot from there. Like even the Ozma-Tip thing was in the books. It just also. Has edgelord nonsense lmao.

Also the reason for the opium is the poppy field scene. Opium is made from poppies.

[girl-who-writes-world]

Here we go, as promised:

Diego Hargreeves Headcanons

🔪 Diego was obsessed with legos as a kid, I’m talking lego cities covered his floor, can’t walk into his room without risking impalement in your foot

🎸 Learned electric guitar as his instrument when their father made them learn one. First song he played on it was Judas by Lady Gaga at Klaus’ request

⚾ Baseball was one of his favorite pastimes and his team always won Thanks telekinesis He would also play catch and mini games with his kids.

🔪 Cried when he first read Charlotte's Web

🎸His walmart brand Batman self allowed Klaus to practice eyeliner on him and would often keep it on all day. He got the technique down as an early teen and would do his kid’s eyeliner for them when they were teens themselves. (It reminded him of his own teenage years with his brother)

⚾ That man wore platforms. (He literally wore all leather to his father’s funeral, platforms and eyeliner are not far fetched)

🔪 He had those ceiling star night lights

🎸He got really into astronomy with Ben. His favorite constellation was Perseus. (When Ben died he kept all of his books and notes. He also made grace tell him about all the constellations and planets)

⚾ He learned spanish very early on and picked up a little accent from his tutors. (Of course reggie would hire actual native Spanish speakers, only the best for his superhero adopties.)

🔪 Diego puts Ben, Stanley, Grace, Pogo, and Patch on his alter for Día de Muertos

🎸He is very close to his heritage when Lila and him actually get their own place. He celebrates all Mexican holidays and goes all out.

⚾ His house always smells like food and his siblings get a package of meals, pastries, and bread at least once a month

🔪 He hosts family dinners during holidays and he spends the whole day (and the days before) preparing for his entire family. His kids are all very involved with the baking and cooking and he helps Lila make her own dishes. (She is not allowed near his cookies though, because he swears she is the reason they always burn when she helps him) His siblings all rave over his churros.

🎸 He makes his own guacamole and salsa, his and the kids are always spicy while Lila’s must be medium heat. He has multiple flavors and spice levels at all times.

⚾ When he was a teen he and Grace would make Pan de Muerto for Día de Muertos. He would get up early with her so he could help out.

🔪 He runs his house on Disney and shows from his childhood. He’s one of those people who believes newer kid shows to encourage tantrums and bad behavior. I’m talking his kids were raised on Little Einsteins, Sid the Science Kid, Sofia the First, Scooby Doo, Tom and Jerry, and Team Umizoomi

🎸He is a big couples costumes fan, but specifically the dorky costumes. Peanut Butter and jelly, eggs and toast, Fred and Daphne, ect.

⚾ Soup cures all illnesses, tea is also a great remedy.

🔪 This man gardens all his own vegetables, fruits, and herbs

🎸He lets his daughters paint his nails and shows them off “Oh you like them?! Thanks! My little girls did them! They are getting so good at designs!”

⚾He is the kind of person to really love his smile lines and wrinkles, they’re proof he is happy and fulfilled.

🔪 Rock music blaring when he picks up his kids from school

🎸He and Lila are at every parent teacher conference and every school activity.

⚾ He doesn’t mind scary movies but any scary doctor movies are off limits.

🔪 There will be no ouija boards in his house, he doesn’t want any evil spirits. Klaus scared him once by pretending to be possessed, he now sages the house when he “feels something evil”

🎸He made sure every one of his kids felt special, he refused to let his kids end up like Viktor almost did.

⚾ His fashion taste when he’s not in leather is very 70’s. Flared pants and button up shirts. Oranges, blues, purples, and browns. He’d loved the 70’s ever since he was a kid.

🔪 He has brotherly outing with all his brothers and makes sure to spend time with his sisters as well, in-law or not they’re family.

[twifairy]

Actually fuck it who wants a list of the genklintville/baskerzieks/genklint (and Genshin's wife) fic ideas i have in my drafts!! I will tell you about them!

Also a few gen fics related to those characters:

Gen fics but related to Genshin/Klint/Baskerville

AU where Mikotoba and Sholmes witness Baskerville murdering Stronghart and let her get away with it. Charles Augustus Milverton scene rewrite

Barok and Kazuma discussing what kind of person Lady B was

Genshin has a challenge— a reward for any Scotland Yard inspector who can guess the story behind how he got his ring. When nobody figures it out, he tells Klint.

Dynamic study with Genshin, Courtney, Stronghart, and Klint

Genshin and his wife

Relationship study because I don't think they were in love but I think they were interesting

Same as the last one but it's a study of his wife after Genshin dies

Baskersogi (I've decided that's their ship name bc it's funny sounding)

Just the two of them discussing marriage and the law and love. Yknow like how Arthur Conan Doyle always complains about divorce law.

Baskerzieks:

Klint introducing Stronghart to ✨️💖his beautiful wife💖✨️ because Stronghart would be soooo annoyed. I need them to be so in love i need to leave the room. I need them to be GROSS.

First kiss fic. Historical repressed romance yknow how it is. I just like when they are extremely in love and happy and sweet to each other, it makes the tragedy even better when it hits imo

First meeting fic. I think Klint should find smart people extremely attractive and Lady Baskerville is a GENIUS.

baskerzieks fluff ficlet I cut out of my Professor Killings fic

Genklint:

Dead Klint reviewing his own crime scene but he's a little too proud of Genshin?

Ghost Klint. Haunting Genshin's holding cell. Or maybe Genshin's losing it.

Companion piece to the Professor killings fic, because it's more bskz heavy

Fic I wrote because there will be simultaneous Baskersithe shenanigans

Early friendship— Genshin is assigned busy work that ends up being acting as Klint's bodyguard when he does not need one. Based on Watson having to stick around Henry Baskerville in HOUN

"Why did you kill all those people" "My beloved detective is like 80% of my impulse control."

Genklintville:

Stronghart is trying to find details on Klint's life to manipulate him with and asks Genshin if he knows anything about Baskerville. He lies.

Double drabble of them working late together on case notes.

Ghost genklint, a bit of grieving when they realize their beloved Lady Baskerville is about to die

getting together fic??

Me using my historical corsetry knowledge for evil (to bully Genshin Asogi with)

Christmas! Up now!

Baskerville has noticed her husband's huge dumb stupid dumb idiot crush on Genshin and she is going to Do Something about it.

Genklintville rewrite of The Second Stain with Genshin in Holmes' place and Barok in Watson's. I think Baskerville deserves to be a little insane too.

I am the Director of Prosecutions, I did not forget about our meeting— I am not blushing, detective. So what if I am in good spirits because my fiancée came to visit m— lipstick? No. You must be mistaken, I checked— I mean a gentleman would NEVER have an unmarried lady's makeup on his face. That's absurd— STOP LAUGHING.