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reverseexorcist · 6 months ago

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Hi! How are you? Can you write some enemies to lovers with Lute if you feel comfortable with that? Like reader is a overlord who likes to fight every extermination day just for fun and Lute sees a worthy rival until they fall in love?

❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ❥

Oh wow I love her such a normal amount like seriously you could ask me anything about her and I would be the most normal person ever about her. But something about enemies to lover Lute with a sinner reader just hits different-

Someone here was having way more fun with the enemies to lovers aspect of this (and it's not Lute.)

(I am sorry I took so long with this request, but it was just so long and I'm juggling multiple blogs, interests and school-work rn so I'm just happy to get this one out. Thank you for being so patient <3)

➲ Lute + !F!Overlord!Reader

➲ Romantic ☒, Platonic ☐

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 4,532 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Descriptions of gore, descriptions of body shifting/horror, tsundere Lute, lots of fighting between two idiots who are actually trying to murder each other

Three hours before extermination day. Three hours before the exorcists would descend from Heaven like a plaguing swarm to rid Hell of as many demons as they possibly could. Three hours before you could go dance with death like you usually did and scare the living shit out of winners and sinners alike with your almost insane mannerisms.

Because that's what you did for fun, apparently.

However, unlike the countless times before you'd done this, you were feeling just a little tired. Staying up late to binge the new episode of 'MAMMON'S MAGNIFICENT MUSICAL MID-SEASON SPECIAL' mightn've been the best idea you'd ever had, but it was one hundred percent worth it even as you stood proudly, staring up at the pearly gates of Heaven. From where you stood, they still looked rather bare, and so you didn't think a quick nap beforehand would be all that bad, right?

At least, that was the plan. Just a quick nap before the extermination to get your head in the game - Except you'd forgotten to put a damn alarm on and slept right through the beginning ceremony. As the holy trumpets and guitar riffs echoed throughout the scorching pit of eternal suffering, you were snoozing away peacefully in your Evil Overlord Tower™.

Or, at least, you were.

Something didn't feel right, which was odd, because you had one of the most comfortable beds in all of Hell courtesy of the instinctual fear you spread throughout the ring of pride. And when something wasn't right, you sought to make it right because you didn't deal with shit that annoyed you (such, through the power you held).

A light weight rested across you, evenly spread expertly as if whoever was standing above you was trying not to rouse you from your slumber. For a moment, you thought you'd imagined it. There was no movement from above you, and there was a split second where you considered just letting your mind relax and fall asleep again, but such thoughts didn't get you into your current status. Being an overlord meant destruction and paranoia, the two things you strove to embody.

You barely gave whoever was on top of you time to react, moving swiftly enough that for a split second, your entire body shimmered and turned invisible as you slammed your would-be attacker into the floor.

Your hands fumbled, grappling with a sleek, steel pole that you promptly threw outwards, topping the attacker in front of you over. The room around you shook violently, the lights flickering as your brain caught up with your body, trying its hardest to shake the dregs of unconsciousness from your mind.

Bold stripes stared back at you, a sleek mask emblazoned with threads of angelic steel. The sight jogged your still sleep-hazy brain.

'Oh yeah, extermination day' and you gleefully took a swipe at the exterminator in front of you. You'd just fix the damages later.

But she was fast, swift on her wings and on her feet as she ducked and rolled out of the way. You could see she was stumbling, still recovering from the shock of being thrown halfway across the room. But you could still clearly see that she wielded her weapon with pure fury and raw talent, which was certainly something you weren't used to. Other exorcists relied on the fact that normal demons couldn't hurt them, their fighting sloppy and trivial because of it. The one in front of you actually knew what she was doing.

"You're kinda rude, y'know," Rolling your shoulders, a part of you was miffed for being woken up so rudely. Another part of you was grateful for the wake-up call.

She laughed, deep and sharp. The sound made your heart flutter.

"Demon scum like you don't deserve niceties," Her grin grew, sharp edges stretching upwards. You hummed thoughtfully and shrugged your shoulders.

The exorcist charged forward, striking forward with precision startlingly quickly. But you were quicker - Ducking under the point of her spear and tackling her, grappling with her wings as the two of you rolled across the floor in a writhing mass of fury. Holy steel clashing against the might of an overlord. Deep grooves were carved in your floor, yet, as the exorcist managed to tuck her head and roll with the momentum till she was on her feet in one elegant swoop, you couldn't find yourself caring. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you almost laughed as she stabbed at you with her spear once more. You parried it almost expertly, cackling before you managed to grab the pole between your palms.

It almost seemed evenly matched between the two of you, an unstoppable force fighting against an immovable object. The poor spear quivered, bending as you both quarrelled over it like young children until it splintered roughly between your palms, crushed beneath the sheer force you exerted. That seemed to get the exorcist's attention.

She stumbled backwards, no doubt thoroughly pissed off at her now shortened weapon - But even that didn't deter the bloodlust in her step. Half of it was thrown away, the broken half that held no pointed end, and chucked it at your face. It missed, and instead, it rattled ominously somewhere behind you in time with the flickering lights, but with your attention split for just a breath, the exorcist lunged forward and scraped a shallow wound in your forearm. It stung, numbly, and the wisk of air as she jumped warned you belatedly. Crimson trickled tantalisingly down your arm as the air between you sizzled, thick and heavy with some undeterminate feeling that made your blood thrum with electricity.

You cackled, grin growing to match the angel's, jaw splitting further than it probably should've as your bones cracked seamlessly, form growing larger as you felt the power of endless stolen souls burning your flesh. Your head brushed against the ceiling, bending to fit in the limited space - You could only relish in the confusion and fear that rolled over the exorcist's face, quickly masked with the solemn, set expression of a battle-seasoned soldier.

However stoic she seemed, you saw your opening and rocketed forward with speed that seemed unsightly for how big you were, pulling yourself against the floor like the demon you were. With the force of a semi-truck, you slammed the exorcist into the wall, fracturing the framework and no doubt rattling her entire being to her very core. You could feel the point of her spear pressed faintly against your chest, a gentle reminder that you quickly snagged and tossed the item far across the room.

Face to face, almost nose to nose. A twisted scarl danced across her face, pearly white fangs stained with spatters of golden blood. It was almost beautiful with how it shimmered in the darkness, like liquid stardust.

"You better fucking kill me, hell-spawn," She spat in your face, fingernails carving angry crescents in your skin.

You laughed, because her words were rather cliche, after all.

"Y'know," You mused, "maybe knowing I'm down here will make you try harder next time."

That did not ease her scowl, but that didn't really bother you, because you had other places to be right now - You weren't going to waste your entire extermination day on one singular angel after all.

You threw her out of the nearest window.

She would be fine, with her wings and all, but it was still funny watching the momentary panic spread across her face before she realised the same thing you did.

Furiously, she flared out her banded wings, scattering loose a flurry of black and white feathers, specks of gold blood arcing in the crimson sky around her. Dazed as she was, her fierce eyes flickered and spun before honing in on her mobile target, namely, you. A titan of the underworld, an overlord in hell - An ear-piercing, spine-chilling cackle echoing around the eastern side of the Pentagram as you pulled yourself from your tower, monstrous figure all too elegant for how big you were, hauntingly so.

And that just made her blood boil, to see a sinner escape her clutches and laugh like nothing was wrong - Or worse, to laugh and knock down her subordinates straight from the sky like they were nothing more than bugs. As little as she cared about the fledglings on their first escapades, that was her hard work going to waste because the littles had no idea how to use their wings.

And that just pissed her off all that much more.

The little exorcist you'd hucked from the top floor window was the furthest from your mind as your galavant around hell started again. She was a little spitfire, but nothing you hadn't ground into the dirt before and gotten away with. Even the array of cuts and slashes littering your body, courtesy of her spear, didn't mean anything beyond a harsh sting that would be gone within the next month. Yet nothing she did was permanent, which is why you didn't exactly pay attention to the screeching war cry of rage followed by a sharp twinge between your shoulder blades.

Which irked you, but not that much. You twisted your neck in an unnatural manner, bones creaking as your form bent in on itself, teeth fastening around the stab-happy angel's wing before wrenching her away from you. The machete she'd snagged from elsewhere remained buried just beneath your shoulder, you absentmindedly reminded yourself to remember it after this whole ordeal was over. Angelic steel was no good when left to fester in an open wound.

It could've been the same angel, probably was for all you knew. All their stripes looked the same, and plenty had horns curved back like hers (you had a collection of similar exorcist helmets lining your basement, and you still struggled to tell them apart when not labelled.)

But it was those eyes - They were different, or her mask was at least. You'd never seen obsidian glass carved with an 'x' like that marked over an eye, but there was something about it that was so alluring. It was shiny, unique, and belonged to an especially bloodthirsty angel, and you had what was probably the perfect spot to display it back in your den.

Greed made you strike out, grabbing at her helmet and tussling with the exorcist as the two of you fell to the ground. You may have had the size advantage, much, much larger than the lean figure writhing beneath you, but she was still incredibly strong. Her wings were annoying too, beating and kicking up dust that made your eyes water and ache, battering against your face and drawing a headache up, thrumming against the back of your skull. But you wanted that helmet more than anything, and she seemed extremely determined to keep it on.

The force of it all sent a splintering crack through the surface, shining a brilliant bright white like the threads of angelic steel melted and spilled like blood as one horn snapped clean off beneath your palm.

Those eyes.

They almost made you falter, as gold as angel blood. They were beautiful.

The exorcist, however, was not as thrilled.

She snarled, whipped her head around and sunk her teeth into whatever of your flesh she could reach.

It was more like a hell-kitten nipping at your skin, but you still flinched and let her go, watching as she slumped, cradling a crooked wing. A swelling of a certain emotion welled in your gut, something that made you feel small and achy and you absolutely hated it, but you couldn't do anything. Or, more aptly, you didn't want to do anything as you merely watched the exorcist flare her wings out, still beating strongly despite the fact one of them surely was broken.

The trumpets sounded. She made a rude gesture (many rude gestures, actually) before she grabbed the discarded weapon and the broken curve of her horn before disappearing back into the flock.

It was almost creepy, with the way your eyes watched her without blinking.

"You-"

"You!"

It was that time of year already.

The puffed-up exorcist looked angry, but no more than the last few times you'd seen her. You'd come to associate her venomous scowl, sharp wings and pointed spear as a sort've unique welcome between the two of you, in the same manner that your oversized overlord form bent out of proportion was a gratuity you reserved for your exorcist and your exorcist alone.

Because it was fun, and something you two did together.

"I want to try something," You mused out loud. The angel in front of you didn't respond to your remark, circling you like a severely ticked-off lion. You didn't expect her to, intently watching her as your neck kept twisting and twisting, bending like an owl.

Even with every muscle in her body tensed, she still wasn't prepared for how fast your strikes were. One and two, sharp against her chest as your hulking silhouette snapped and quashed itself into a far more humanoid one, the exorcist's favourite blade now held loosely between your hands. As if it would make her feel better, you kicked a machete, similar to the one she used in your first fight, toward her. Coated in crimson blood of sinners, yet still undoubtedly sharp.

"Here, now it's more of an even fight," You shrugged your shoulders, stancing up.

She scoffed.

"Is that really the best you can do?" She sneered, tapping her foot and folding her wings back high and proud. You quirked your eyebrow.

"Huh?" Your head tilted just a bit too far to be considered 'cute' or 'puppyish'. The exorcist grumbled.

"Your form. It's shit," She motioned with the tip of her blade. "Tuck your arms in, for fucks sake. No wonder your swings are so sloppy."

For once, you seem flustered and tried your hardest to follow her instructions. Heat swelled in her chest, almost like pride. But she would never be proud of someone like you.

"And speaking of, adjust your grip. Move your dominant hand up and your non-dominant hand down - For the love of anything holy, how can you be so shit with the bare basics!"

"Okay! Sorry!" You shifted your weight and tried to do as she told, almost forgetting where exactly you were. The exorcist only felt her grin grow more sadistic, watching how small you suddenly seemed in front of her, and how pathetic you were at actually using a weapon like a somewhat normal person.

It was sad.

(It reminded her of her bright-eyed, curious fledgling classes. All of them eager to learn about how to serve the lord above.)

"Like this?" You question, insane eyes almost reflecting the same eagerness of her students.

It was all wrong, but that was what she wanted.

"Ha. No."

This time she was the one covering the distance between you two with frightening speed, flinging herself forward with the momentum from her wings. The noise you made plucked at her heart, that startled screech clashing with the harsh sound of metal as you brought her own weapon up against her.

It was a brief moment of weakness, one quickly lost as you found your footing and started swinging. For how amateur your swings were, they were more than halfway decent compared to the littles fighting closer to the portal into Heaven. She could work with this, make it feel like you were actually a challenge instead of just another run-of-the-mill sinner.

She could see the way your eyes were glowing, looking all too content with yourself as you somehow matched her footwork and swordsmanship. You were a bit all over the place, but you were also incredibly smart - Picking up on her unique fighting style that not one other exorcist had, and you were doing it fast. Puffing up, almost preening.

"Aha! Now for some witty back-and-forth banter!" You declared out of nowhere, swings much more confident. She narrowed her eyes, infuriated. Just when she thought you were starting to take this whole thing seriously.

The exorcist remained eerily silent, not even puffs of exhausted breath or grunts with each collision of the blades.

"Huh, yeah, not really sure where to go with that?" You shrugged with the brief lull in fighting, darting backwards and sheathing your weapon with just a tad too much confidence for her taste.

Which, every part of this felt like a trap, but she trusted her own skills enough to not fall prey to the like of a sinner. Expertly, more than expertly, she matched those steps as you fell back, advancing, wings arced out as eyes aglow with holy fire.

Only for you to, once again, take her off-guard with your usual tactic. Darting forward, ducking under her blade and kicking her feet out from underneath her. She didn't make a sound but refused to go down with a fight and grabbed at the back of your outfit.

Her vision briefly went dark, the impact of something heavy crashing against her torso and knocking the wind right out of her. Her helmet cracked again, which was par for the course ever since she started brawling with you every extermination.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," Through the new crack in her helmet, she could almost perfectly make out your face. A bit too perfect, and way too close. Close enough to see her pale reflection in the dark of your eyes.

Your, admittedly, pretty eyes.

She felt like carving her own heart out rather than admitting she'd ever thought that in the first place.

"Get. Off. Me." She snarled. Meanwhile, stars practically glowed in your eyes.

"Oh wow! Dropping the 'Hellspawn' and 'Demon-scum'? Could this be love?" You were clearly joking, but her own heart decided to betray her thoughts, flipping in graceful arcs that she'd seen you perform one too many times.

She bit you again.

Five hours.

It had been five hours into the extermination.

With a ranking tally of two hundred and fifty or so demons, the exorcist figured she was fine to have a quick look around.

Because, through all this time, she'd seen neither hide nor hair of you. She didn't want to admit that she'd been loitering around your tower, knowing your tendency to throw yourself into the fray, dancing like you were tempting a lightning storm. She didn't want to admit that she'd been expecting to see your annoying face peering out at her from a nearby rooftop or to descend upon her like a leaping cat, or even to stroll up and start talking to her like the two of you were old friends. None of that happened.

The streets were rather empty, if you didn't take into account the blazing wrecks of cars, broken corpses and puddles of crimson blood puddling around the divets in sulphur roads. There were no moving, 'living' souls scurrying around, and that was what worried her.

Or, no. Not worried. She wasn't at all worried at the thought of you gutted somewhere, dying in a pool of your own blood, banished to the forever void that came after a second death. No, she was pissed at the thought that someone else had managed to kill you after all those years of the same cat-and-mouse dance. Or, more aptly, cat and fox dance. That honour was rightly hers, and she'd smite down any other exorcist that dared to stand in her way.

In her way of killing you. Yes.

The exorcist pinned back her wings, sheathing her weapon and scuffing her boot against brimstone in annoyance. This was bullshit.

There was no fun in the exterminations without your jeering taunts, or odd remarks, your instance of fighting absolutely everyone you saw. Along with the annoyance of you ditching her mid-battle to rip feathers from one of her cohorts, along with a certain warmth she felt when you came bounding back towards her, bloodlust in your eyes and that same weapon you'd stolen from her all those years back pointed directly at her.

The angel only stopped once her boot stepped in liquid gold. It rippled, her thoughtful reflection mirrored and shimmering on its surface. Amber ichor, melding into the red from a nearby puddle, the mingling of sinner and winner blood alike.

What was the chance? She reasoned. But only one demon so far had managed to draw blood from an exorcist.

With a set snarl, she followed the trail. Her bootsteps were the only sound ricocheting around the dinky alley she found herself tracing.

"Oh, it's you..." She almost jumped out of her boots at the sound of your voice. Although, it didn't sound like you, per se. It was croaky and weak, dull and mild-mannered to put it lightly.

You were resting against a brick wall, clutching your front, eyes dimmed in the bright light. Squinting, as if a headache was plaguing your every thought.

Beside you, one of her cohorts rested too. Not dead, but her mask was all but shattered, one of her wings horribly ripped. She wasn't sure if she'd ever fly properly again.

But, you were not dead! Which was good news, because it meant she would be the one to finally slit your throat and watch the light drain from your eyes. And you knew it too, with the way your head kept tilted in her direction, a thoughtful twinkle in your eye.

"So, how's your day been?" Still playful, still joking. It was definitely you.

She scoffed.

"How's the blood loss?" She quipped back, the first she'd ever done so. Properly, at least. You laughed wetly, gagging on your own blood. Even she couldn't help but chuckle, dragging the tip of her weapon up until it rested gently over your heart.

Your laughter died down. Her hand was shaking.

Everything around you was quiet, like the two of you were submerged in a solid bubble of silence. Your ragged breathing was the only sound above a whisper, wet and ragged.

"Can I see your face?" Your voice was as soft as she'd ever heard it. Genuine.

She hummed, quirking a single brow. Not that you could see, because of her helm.

"Why would I do that?" She'd meant for it to sound more venomous. It didn't. You tried your hardest to shrug your shoulders, wincing in pain.

"Well," You sucked in a pained breath, "if I have to die here, the last thing I'd like to see is your face." Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, smudging the whorls of gold and red blood alike as they dribbled down your cheeks.

Something within her snapped. Dead. Death. A future forever without you. If she'd thought today's extermination had been boring without you, she couldn't even imagine any more.

That's what she told herself, anyway. A future without you was not one she wanted to live, for any reason.

The clank of angelic steel broke the atmosphere, harsh against the bloody floor. Fingers fuzzy and numbed, clasping as the latches that kept her exorcist helmet together. One flick, then another, a sharp snap. Dark obsidian peeled away, horns lifted till a silver-sharp face so out of place in the depths of hell appeared.

"I was right," You croaked. "You are... Pretty woman."

You devolved into another flurry of hacking coughs. The angel felt her feathers flare up, alarmed.

"Yeah, yeah," You waved her off, "don't show weakness or whatever, thanks lieutenant." Your chest crackled painfully as you just regained some unneeded breaths. The angel in front of you stumbled, anxiously padding forward as her boots clacked against the ground.

"Look, I can die happy now. Was fun fighting against you - Really fun, actually. And look! You finally came out on top this time, eh?" You tried to wink, you really did. It just didn't have the same effect when you were bleeding out in front of her. Which made her stomach drop and her adrenaline spike.

'This goes against everything I've ever done' She squinted, furrowing her brow. Gold eyes almost glowed like hot iron, fingers clasped firmly against the hem of her outfit. 'But, y'know, I could always say I was just trying to save my flockmate.'

And she tugged.

Her shirt ripped, the sound harsh against your ears, but it left her with a hefty chunk of fabric that slid against her chainmail gloves. The Lord would smite her down if he ever found out about this, but chances are, in the belly of hell, it would be a secret between only the two of you.

Hours ticked onwards, slipping through her fingers far too quickly. She was just lucky you were as strong as you were, holding on to your consciousness with all your might as she worked her magic. Stuff the wound, stop the bleeding, heal and hope to everything that was holy that angelic magic didn't sear your flesh the same way their steel did.

Of course, you being you, airy quips were thrown around, keeping the air light as your wound slowly healed. It was nasty, there was no doubt about that, your first permanent scar. But at least this way, you'd make it out with your life.

"How did you even let her catch you off guard?" She questioned you after hours of silence.

"I'll be honest, I thought she was you based on her footsteps," You sighed, exhaling softly as she tugged at your makeshift bandages. You got no proper response outside of her light scoff. Somehow, that still made you burn hot with shame.

In perfect unison, the two of you looked out to the horizon. Golden light spilled down from heaven, the portal slowly growing more and more, ripping open a way back to their holy home. Six minutes till the trumpets would sound, if you had to guess. The angel tutted, disapproving of the way time worked. The thought was enough to make you crack a smile.

"I have to go," She seemed hesitant.

"I'll be fine," Even if hoisting yourself to your feet almost made you black out, lugging yourself back to your tower shouldn't have been a big problem when you could literally see one of the back entrances.

That didn't ease her thoughts. She was thinking, mind ticking away as she thought and thought and thought. She kept thinking, until she slowly reached up and snagged a rounded, down-fluff feather from her puffed-up shoulder. Pristine and warm to the touch, it washed away the blood as she carefully placed it into your shaking palm.

No words were shared between you as she rested you against the wall, letting you steady yourself and she hoisted her fellow exorcist onto her shoulders. After helping her shimmy back into her iconic helmet, she glanced backwards at you before stepping toward the light.

"You better not die before I can kill you." Her words were soft, unlike her sharp exterior. You could only match the assumed small, hidden smile. With a hum, you felt only a single name come to mind.

"Yeah, course I won't Lute."

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professionalchaoticdumbass · 10 months ago

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in the past week or so ive seen a lot of people posting about how there's this oversexualization of trans girls on the site, and I gotta agree, there are way too many people (including other trans women!) who act like we're all dtf 24/7 or always super kinky and horny. I've been tired of that stereotype for ages and i am saying this as a rather sexual trans girl myself...

...but I think people are overcorrecting a bit now, and are starting to veer into "trans women shouldnt be talked about sexually / need to be shielded from it" territory. and, to me, that's really dangerous, because outside of some queer spaces - and even within them- the sexuality of trans girls is heavily scrutinized, as is attraction to us. as much as I dislike certain aspects of the memes and jokes that kickstarted the stereotypes, I'm kinda grateful for them as well. girldick jokes helped with my bottom dysphoria, voice kink shit helped me like my voice, and the whole "tgirl tummy tuesday" thing gave me a lot of confidence in my body where I hated it before. I think this open appreciation of trans sexiness has done a lot for both me and others on tumblr.

again, obviously its got its problems - people end up assuming every trans girl is horny, or only spread positivity if its related to sex with us, and of course the people who do have dysphoria from the things that are being sexualized are left out (like those the "girls without dicks are like angels without wings" memes, ugh, feels icky every time). and on the note of comparing tgirls to angels, we also started getting treated like we're ethereal fertility goddesses and that t4t sex was some inherently sacred ritual. spoiler alert, trans girls are normal-ass people and t4t sex can be holy for the participants but its generally a pretty normal thing to do as well

coming back to the "don't sexualize trans girls" posts now, I think they were initially going in the right direction, but at this point I'm starting to raise an eyebrow at more than a few of them. I'm not gonna whip out the "youre a sex hating puritan if you post about it" accusation because that is obviously wrong but again, I think people are definitely overcorrecting and starting to turn this into a (false) dichotomy when it's not. its a complex topic and each individual trans woman will feel differently about it.

(I feel like the internet just erases any nuance in favor of a two-sided, highly polarized flamewar with unrealistic views on both sides. actually i wouldn't even say this is a super-nuanced discussion because its really not that hard to say "fetishization is bad, but so is suppression of sexuality". will this post just end up being a void scream and people will continue drawing lines between one side and the other? probably. but I am a stubborn bitch and I have hope that we can be reasonable.)

anyways I'll close this off by saying that I wrote this between around 1:30 and 2 AM on terrible sleep the night before, that I hope what I said is coherent enough, and that I will keep being a trans girl who is openly sexual, gets horny over other trans women, and is proud to be transsexy as fuck. I will keep being critical of jokes and trends and memes that stereotype us, even from our own community. I will keep being angry at how poorly us trans folks are treated with regards to our sex lives, bodies, and relationships between the two. I will keep loving and lusting over trans women without fetishizing them. And I will keep doing all of these til the day I die.

#taking a break from the late night funnies to get serious for a change #this is... sorta a vent post? idk.#please dont tag this with 'transmisogyny' i do not like that term #feel free to reblog though. if enough people are shitheads ill turn reblogs off but again i have hope we can be nice.#transmasculine folks please feel free to add anything else you feel is relevant! im writing from the perspective of a transfemme #who mostly spends time in transfem spaces and i obviously dont have the experiences of a transmasc so. yknow. add on if you have something #alright thats all for now back to your regularly scheduled sleepy/funny posting

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moonlightspencie · 5 months ago

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Till the Gravity's Too Much

Chapter 5 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

this is a turning point chapter

Being able to switch over to almost exclusively working on medicine for the Order was a blessing and a half. Of course, you were a bit nervous when you first decided to switch over, but after the encouragement from Remus and Sirius, you felt a little better about it. You spoke with Dumbledore about the change privately, letting him be the one to break the news to everyone else. You could tell there were a few who disagreed with you stepping back from being so deeply involved, but the majority was supportive: and that was enough for you.

For as good as things were going with the Order, they were even better at work. You were in the lab with Nemora to work on that no-longer-entirely-experimental extract you’d used on Remus for the first time months ago. You and Nemora finally named the herb ‘arcitasanen’, and decided to make a real potion with the extract of the plant. You ended up using a bit of dittany, the arcitasanen, neem, and salt water. Theoretically, it was designed to be less painful and more fast-acting than the extract on its own.

“Okay, I promise I didn’t do this on purpose,” you say to Nemora as you lift up your pant leg. “But I cut myself shaving, and I may or may not have done anything to help it so that we could test out the new potion.”

Nemora put her hands on her hips, being sure to give you a stern look. Though she already started walking backwards to grab the potion from one of the tables you had used to mix a few test vials. She hurried over to you as you propped your leg up on a stool.

“I don’t approve of this, by the way.”

“Right. And it was all very stupid and immature of me,” you say mindlessly. “Now, let’s see if it works cause this thing has been stinging like a son of a bitch all day.”

She hid a small laugh at that, dabbing the potion on a cotton cloth. “Ready, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She pressed the cloth to the cut, and you winced out of habit. But, that was just it: it was purely out of habit. You laughed incredulously.

“That’s a hell of a fast-acting potion,” you exclaim, beaming.

She lifted the cloth, practically squealing when she saw the cut had disappeared. Not even the faintest mark left over.

“Oh my days, we did it!”

“We did it!” you repeated, springing up on both feet to wrap her in a tight hug. “Nemora, you are a genius! ”

“Oh, I know I am, dear,” she replied with a small laugh, squeezing you just as tight. “But you were as much of a part of this as I am.”

“Oh!” You let go of the hug, stepping back with stars in your eyes. “Holy shit. I have to go tell Remus!”

She gave you a knowing look that you promptly ignored as you grabbed a vial and ran out of the building. As soon as you were in the open, you apparated to Remus’s cottage, breathing heavily from sheer joy and excitement. You pounded on the door, and were greeted by a tired-looking Lupin. He gave you a curious expression.

“What’s got you all–”

“We did it!”

He quirked a brow, rubbing his cheek with one hand. “Did what, exactly?”

“Do you remember that herb essence I used on you a while back?”

He nodded. “Of course I do.”

“It’s not just an essence anymore,” you beamed, pushing past him.

“Come on in,” he said a bit sarcastically.

“ Someone’s grumpy.”

“ Someone woke me from a rather pleasant nap.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the vial into his chest. “Fast acting, nearly painless, no marks left behind.”

His eyes widened a little. “Really?”

“Really. It’s a fully-fledged potion now. No scarring, little to no pain, and works in seconds . Rem, this is a game-changer!”

A smile spread on his face. “Wow. I’m… so proud of you. This is incredible.”

“All thanks to you. I never would’ve gotten this job if not for you.”

He smiled softly. “I’m sure you’d be changing lives somewhere no matter what.”

You looked at him for a moment, sighing softly. Even exhausted, you could swear he was glowing somehow. The sun setting cast a beautiful light in the room, and it reflected off of his soft brown hair in a way that nearly had your heart stopping. You only snapped out of it once he ducked his head to try and get your attention.

“You alright?” he asked, the faintest bit of a cheeky smile on his face.

You nodded quickly, glancing away for a moment before looking back at him.

“Great. Truly, I’ve never been better. And now… now next time you get hurt I won’t have to come save the day,” you joked softly.

He shook his head. “You say that as if I don’t enjoy you coming to tend to me.”

“You do?”

His smile faded to a simple aura of contentment. “Yes. I do.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to spend more time with you when you’re not ill, then.”

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably at that, seemingly snapping out of his contentment. He cleared his throat.

“So… tea?” he asked, already turning for the kitchen.

You sighed, biting back a groan of exasperation. You tailed the man as he walked to his kitchen.

“Remus…”

“You like earl grey, yeah?”

“Remus,” you said again.

He glanced at you with wide eyes as soon as he stopped at the stove. “Yes?”

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?”

He shook his head, filling the kettle.

“Changing the subject or literally running off every time…” you huffed a breath.

“I don’t run off.”

“Yes, you do!”

He stayed silent, turning on the stove as he put the kettle down on the burner. You approached him, standing just to the side of him.

“Any time there is the slightest inkling slipping from you that you might like me, you run off,” you state, heart racing at the admitted implication that you likely felt the same way.

He swallowed, speaking quietly, “I do like you. You are… a fantastic friend to me.”

You could have screamed. You were certain you’d at least implode.

“You know what I mean, and I’m not talking about friendship.”

“I am.”

“You are so stubborn,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “I don’t understand. You’ll practically blatantly flirt with me one second and then run off for tea or snacks or some other stupid ass excuse the next second!”

“I’m… I’m not–”

“Not what? Not flirting? Or not running off? Cause we both know if you say either of those, you’re lying.”

“Now is not the time for this.”

You look around the kitchen, scrunching up your face.

“Now isn’t the time? Well, pardon me, but unless Harry’s lurking around with that invisibility cloak, I’m pretty sure we’re in the clear to chat, Lupin.”

“I’m tired.”

“Well, I’m tired too. Mostly of your bullshit, but that’s neither here nor there.”

He cracked the tiniest smile at that, though he tried hiding it. You sighed, trying to be angry. But it was hard when his eyes twinkled like that. Damn it.

“Remus… please. This is ridiculous,” you sigh softly. “And… and if you won’t admit why you’re doing that for real, then I’m just gonna take Sirius’s word for why you are.”

He slowly turned his head, looking suspicious.

“Sirius said something?”

You quirked a brow, knowing that would work.

“Yep. He said you have a massive, horrible, embarrassing crush on me. So I guess I’ll just have to believe that you’re no better than a schoolboy in that regard and that you’re scared to talk to a girl.”

“That’s childish.”

“I’m still in my early 20’s. I’m allowed.”

He huffed a sigh. “Sirius is an idiot.”

“But you won’t tell me what’s really going on, so I have no choice but to trust him,” you sigh dramatically, crossing your arms.

He deadpanned, looking at you quite unamused.

“You’re going to…” he shook his head with a huffed breath. “Fine. I can’t believe you’re using Padfoot against me.”

“He’d be awfully glad I am, I’m sure,” you smirk a little in victory.

“Right,” he scoffed lightly. “I… You just…”

“What?”

“You’re too young.”

“Oh, Merlin’s fucking sake,” you grumble.

“Whoa,” he said quickly, taken aback by your exclamation as if you’d yelled it.

“You’re being serious?”

“I’m being Remus.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Not funny.”

He merely looked at you, clearly not wanting to talk about this. But you were sick of skirting around the issue.

“I’m too young, so you decide to act like a damn primary school boy by avoiding me any time you realize you’re flirting? Yeah, very mature.”

“Don’t be ridiculous–”

“Me!?”

“Yes, you!”

You scoff, taking a step closer. “Of the two of us, it seems you’re the one with an immaturity problem, Lupin.”

“You just got your first big-girl job and flat this year . I’m too old for you, and to suggest otherwise is… it’s pure delusion.”

“So now I’m delusional?”

He scoffed. “I didn’t say that.”

“You may as well have!”

“You are insufferable sometimes,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re a coward.”

He looked deeply offended by that, standing up straight as he took a step nearer.

“How am I a coward?”

“Just admit you like me!”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I–” he floundered for an answer.

“You do, and you know it!” You shook your head incredulously, taking another step until you were most definitely in his personal space. “We spent most of our free time together, or together with Sirius. I can see the way you look at me. I know… I know you feel something for me that isn’t just friendship.”

“Well, it’s not like anything could come of it,” he retorted, almost in an angry voice, but with an expression that reeked of desperation.

You were breathing heavily, angry at him and yourself and… and unable to stop yourself from noticing how close you were. You couldn’t help but to notice his eyes glancing quickly at your lips like he couldn’t stop himself. You noticed his own lips, slightly parted as he sucked in a small breath. You noticed how he smelled… like pine and his books and tea and some little smattering of cologne or body wash. You noticed, upon looking up into his eyes again, that he was looking at you the same way.

The pull was magnetic. Like a slippery slope that you couldn’t stop yourself from sliding down. You couldn’t tell who leaned in first, only that you both did. There was no denying it was a mutual effort. All you could tell was that your heart practically lept from your body as the whistle of the tea kettle went off and both of you jumped back as if you’d been caught doing something scandalous.

He scrambled to turn off the burner, standing at the stove with his chest heaving as he dropped his head into his hand. You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You could swear you almost tasted him without your lips ever having actually touched.

“Remus,” you uttered softly, though it felt more like you were begging.

“You like earl grey,” he stated, moving to pour the tea in the two cups at the side of the stove. “I don’t know why I asked earlier if you liked it. I know you do.”

You merely watched as he busied himself, making each cup the way you both liked it. He took both to the living room, and you followed behind like a lost puppy. He sat down, setting your mugs on the two coasters he hadn’t moved in months. You sat in your spot on his couch, and he sat in his. Neither of you touched your tea yet, knowing it was still too hot. He handed you the book you’d been reading the last time you had come for a visit.

“I put a bookmark in where you were last time,” he muttered quietly, still somehow not shying away from scooting the slightest bit closer as he did every time.

You felt like you were in a daze, staring down at the book. You couldn’t comprehend all that had just happened, and here he was… in his routine.

“Page 94,” he said nonchalantly.

You looked at him as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Remus.”

“Our tea is too hot. You always read while it cools.”

You were silent for a few seconds before nodding, “Yes.”

“I like to listen to you read, and you always do,” he stated again, keeping his eyes shut. “Our tea is too hot.”

“But…”

“Please.”

You swallowed, then nodded again. “Okay.”

Another month passed by since the incident in Remus’s kitchen. Realistically, your benchmark for time passing should have been based on that being the day you finished the potion. But somehow, not kissing Remus in the kitchen took up much more of your mental space than a life-changing potion.

It was embarrassing.

You and Nemora had since done several trials on the potion, eventually naming it after the herb itself: Arcitasanen.

It had incredible trial runs, and was quickly introduced to magical hospitals throughout Europe, with the ingredients being vetted to be used in other countries as well. You were living your dream, being able to create things that would save people. Working a job you adored. Having time to be with your friends and family.

But all you could think about was that stupid non-kiss.

You sprawled out on your couch as Sirius excitedly set up a muggle turn-table in your apartment.

“This is going to be incredible. You’ll love it,” he said, plugging in everything. “Our dear old Mooney introduced this to me ages ago, back when we were in school. These speakers will get you into some trouble with your neighbors if you’re not careful.”

“Mm,” you nodded, staring at the ceiling.

You heard silence for a moment, then another. That was concerning. You turned your head, jumping out of your skin when you saw Sirius had come only a few feet away from you, staring at you.

“Merlin’s beard, Pads! You trying to kill me?”

“My sunshine girl hasn’t been very sunny lately.”

You huffed a sigh.

“Is this about Mooney again? He ignoring you?”

“No.”

“No, it’s not about Moons, or no, he’s not ignoring you?”

“He’s not ignoring me.”

“But it is about him, then?”

“Godric, you’re like a teenage girl!” You sat upright on the couch. “Why does everything have to be about Remus?”

“Because it always is with you since you two first saw each other again at the Weasley’s. Every time you’re mopey, it's about Mooney. Every time he’s mopey, it’s about you.”

“Sod off, Siri.”

“I’m right,” he scrunched his nose.

“Doesn’t mean I want to hear it.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting next to you on the couch for a moment.

“This about the kitchen incident?”

You scoff, looking at him wide-eyed. “You know about that?”

“Know about what?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.

You stared at him for a second, realizing that it meant Remus must be thinking about it too. Now that you didn’t mind all that much.

“Remus told you about that?”

“He might have mentioned it.”

“What did he say?” you asked, turning on the couch to face him.

“Now who’s being a teenage girl?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “Tell me.”

“Says you almost kissed after trying to get him to admit he liked you.”

“Did he… say anything about that?”

“About if he likes you?”

“More like why he’s pretending he doesn’t.”

He chuckled. “The age thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Told him it’s a bullshit excuse.”

You sighed. “And what did he say to that?”

“What do you think?”

You groaned. “He’s so difficult.”

“Tell me about it,” Sirius chuckled. “He’ll come around.”

“You sure about that? I practically told him I liked him and he… Well, clearly it didn’t go anywhere.”

“Maybe because you don’t like him,” he said, giving you a knowing look.

“What? Of course I do. Geez, I finally admit to you that I do and now you’re saying I don't.”

Sirius let out a dramatic breath. “No.”

“What the hell do you mean, no?”

“You loooove him,” he sang out, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

“Shut up, Sirius,” you whined.

“Why? I’m right.”

“ Anyways ,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Why?”

“I think Dumpling misses having a big house to run around in. He keeps yelling at me,” you said, looking up at your cat as he perched on his tower in the window.

“The beast screams?”

“Stop calling him the beast.”

“He is one.”

“So are you,” you retorted.

He grumbled to himself. “Fine. You can bring him over.”

“You love him and you know it.”

“No I don’t,” he argued. “I just… he likes to keep me warm when I’m napping.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “If you ever want to babysit, feel free.”

“Maybe I will.”

Your relaxing day was soon interrupted, however, as a frantic knock was heard at your door. You looked confused, but stood nonetheless to get the door. You looked out the peephole, seeing Kingsley and Tonks on the other side. You pulled open the door.

“Hey, you two–”

“Is Sirius here?” Kingsley asked.

You nodded, looking over your shoulder as Sirius came over.

“Bloody cat. Every time we talk about him, I get called to go fight somewhere,” he smirked, kissing your cheek as he left with the other two, not another word to be said between them for him to know what was needed of him.

You watched as they apparated out of your apartment building. You went to Dumpling, grabbing him off his tower.

“Looks like you get to hang out at Uncle Siri’s a day early, baby boy.”

You sat, rather impatiently, at Grimmauld place while the Order members were gone. You usually didn’t have to do much in the way of healing after they went places, but you would hate to be needed and not be there if necessary. So, there you sat in front of the fireplace, Dumpling curled up next to you, purring like crazy.

“I get my own place for the two of us, and here you are preferring someone else’s house. Ungrateful,” you mutter to the cat, shaking your head softly as you pet him.

It was only a few minutes later when there was a noise at the front door, several members of the Order stumbling through. You shot up. This didn’t sound good.

“What’s the damage?” you asked, looking first at George as he leaned on Fred.

“I’ll be fine. Lupin’s the worst for wear,” George said.

“Everyone else is pretty minor stuff,” Fred supplied.

“Lupin?” you asked dumbly, feeling like a deer in the headlights.

You looked around as people filed in, clearly not having had a great time with whatever battle they were enthralled in. Finally you saw Remus stumbling in, hanging off of Sirius and Tonks, a red stain coming through his shirt.

“Shit,” you said, looking about the room frantically for a spot to put him.

“Love, go pull the blankets off of my bed. We’ll bring him upstairs for you to work your magic,” Sirius instructed.

You nodded quickly, your benchmark for the severity of the situation being emphasized by Sirius’s grave expression. You ran upstairs, pulling the blankets off of Sirius’s bed and dropping them on the ground. Sirius, Tonks, and Arthur Weasley brought Remus in, laying him on the bed. You immediately went to work, practically ripping off his shirt, and the undershirt he wore, wincing when you saw the wound on his stomach.

“What happened?” you asked Sirius as Tonks and Arthur shuffled back downstairs to help anyone else who needed it.

“I don’t know. Malfoy sent some horrific spell at him, and it tore right through him.”

You swallowed, nodding quickly as you wiped clean the blood around the wound. Remus groaned, clearly too out of it to even know what was really happening. Though, he seemed to gain lucidity fairly quickly as you uncorked the arcitasanen and poured a generous amount into the wound.

The thing about the nearly-painless property of the arcitasanen was that it was only painless for flesh wounds. This was a much deeper wound, evidently.

He groaned loudly, trying to sit up out of shock.

“No, no, no,” you said, guiding him back onto the mattress. “Sirius, we’ll need a fresh shirt for him when I’m done here.”

Sirius nodded, immediately moving to his closet to get a fresh t-shirt. You poured more of the potion into the wound, healing up the rest of it as poor Remus winced and groaned again.

“I know… I know, I’m sorry. Almost done.”

“Okay,” he breathed out.

You saturated a cloth in the solution, dabbing around the wound to get the rest of the smaller cuts healed. You finally let out a breath you’d been holding in when you saw that all seemed well again.

“Does anywhere else hurt?” you asked Remus.

“No,” he shook his head, breathing heavily. “No, that was the bad one.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, though you jumped when you heard some kind of crash downstairs. You turned, looking at Sirius. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius sighed. “Is everything okay here?”

“Yeah, I’ve got him,” you nodded, accepting the t-shirt from Sirius as he rushed downstairs to see what was going on. You turned back to Remus. “Uh… I’m… I’ll get you cleaned up and then you can put this on.”

You set the shirt down on the bed, then stood. You went to the nearest bathroom, dampening a washcloth in warm water. You went back to the room, and sat on the edge of the bed with the washcloth in hand. You wiped down his stomach, trying to ignore the way he moved under your hand every time you touched him.

“Okay,” you nodded, looking away so he could put the shirt on.

You heard some shuffling, a long sigh coming out of his mouth.

“Alright.”

“Are you okay?”

“As okay as I can be,” he chuckled softly. “Thank goodness you were here.”

“You did say you liked me taking care of you,” you replied softly with a small laugh.

“I suppose I brought it on myself, didn’t I?”

“You must have.”

He was silent for a moment. “I’m really glad you stopped coming on these missions. I don’t know what I would have done if it was you…”

“But it wasn’t. No sense worrying.”

“Right,” he nodded. “Right.”

“Now come here,” you tilted his face towards you, dabbing the potion onto a clean cotton cloth. You used it to heal the cut on his face. “There. All better.”

He smiled a tiny bit, looking over your face like he wanted to remember it.

“Thank you,” he said, just above a whisper. “You’re a lifesaver, you know?”

“I’d hardly call it saving your life.”

“I would. If it were anyone else, I could have bled out,” he said, only half joking. “That potion of yours is keeping me from going to the hospital. Dittany could have only done so much.”

You stayed quiet, dropping your hand slightly, but not before he caught your wrist. He pulled the cloth from your hand, setting it on the bedside table as his lips brushed your knuckles gently.

“Thank you,” he said again, making eye contact so intense you swear he was reading your mind.

You merely nodded, this feeling eerily similar to when you were in the kitchen, nearly kissing. You just prayed there was no interruption this time.

His hand slid up your wrist, rubbing the inside of your palm with his thumb before he guided your hand to touch his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but this time you were determined not to waste time. You leaned in, simply touching his lips with your own to test the waters. He let out the sweetest, almost inaudible whimper before he pressed his lips hard against yours.

Your free hand went into his hair as he kissed you, a shuddering breath coming from you as the reality of the situation hit you hard. It was all desperation between the two of you as you poured everything you felt for one another into that kiss. You almost wanted to cry as you broke apart, desiring him on a level that felt chemical.

You breathed each other in for a minute, simply holding one another. But then he had to speak and ruin everything.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered against your lips. He chuckled ruefully, pulling away a little. “That—That was a mistake.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat that threatened to choke you out. You took in a breath, still looking in his eyes.

“I—I don’t think it’s a mistake,” you said breathlessly. “And I don’t think you really think that either. I mean, come on. You can’t seriously tell me you don’t feel… Whatever this is between us.”

“I do, I just—”

“Then what’s the problem?” you asked, feeling exasperated. “Remus, I…”

“Don’t say something you can’t take back,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “Please. You can’t do that.”

You paused, knowing it was now or never. You smiled a little, though it was a pained one.

“I love you.”

He swallowed, brows knitting together as he looked away. His hands reached up, running over his face with a hard sigh coming from his lips.

“Love, you can’t.”

“But I do,” you said quietly, holding onto his hands. “Please. I do, and I can’t pretend like I don’t anymore. I love you.”

He let out a shaky breath, tears pricking his eyes as he leaned in again. He pressed his lips to yours softly, his hands detaching from yours to gently cradle your face. You melted into it, almost feeling relief before he pulled away. His face told you that relief would be short-lived.

“You can’t. You can’t love me, you can’t be with me… You can’t keep looking at me like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am not, and never will be, right for you. You deserve to be happy. You’ll never be happy with me.”

“I’m always happy with you.”

“You’ll never be at peace with me,” he clarified. “I can’t give that to you. I can’t give you anything that you deserve.”

“I don’t want that. I want you, no matter what that brings with it. I don’t care, Remus.”

“You should care. You have a life ahead of you.”

“So do you,” you argued, shaking your head in disbelief. “You act like you’re the only one who could die at any moment. We’re all in danger right now, but if we survive it, you still have a life ahead of you, too.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Stop saying that,” you yelled suddenly, standing from the bed and taking a step back. “God, you have to make everything so difficult. Why don’t you just trust me when I say that you’re what I want? Stop trying to make me feel like I don’t know what I want. It’s mean.”

“I don’t mean to…”

“But you do,” you exclaimed again. “Every time I tell you or show you that I’ll love you no matter what, you try to find a way to push me away. You keep finding new ways to make me feel like I’m stupid and I’m not stupid, Remus. I’m not some naïve little girl who doesn’t know what she wants in life. I do. And if you’d stop being so fucking obsessed with making sure I know you’re broken, you’d let me love you.”

He fell silent, trying to reach for you after a moment, but you pulled away.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you scoffed to yourself, shaking your head.

“Please,” Remus said, grabbing your wrist, hanging onto you desperately from his spot on the bed.

You blinked back tears. “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t convince you to love me. I can’t… I need you to want me. To want this, and clearly you don’t—”

“Of course I want this,” he said, his voice desperate. “I just— Not like this.”

“Oh,” you said, scoffing. “You want to talk about timing, yeah? Act like this is the wrong place or wrong time, as if there is such a thing.”

“You have to know this is a bad time. You have to know that.”

“You think there’s a bad time to try and hold onto some sliver of happiness when either of us could die at any moment?”

“Yes!” He snapped. “I don’t want to admit that I love you, because if you die, I won’t be able to keep going. I’ll be completely useless, and I don’t want to drag you into my mess before that happens.”

“I’m already involved in your ‘mess’, Remus. Don’t pretend like I’m not,” you said severely. “And if I do die, do you really want to let that happen without telling me? Without showing me?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand!”

“I’ve lost too many people,” he said firmly. “The first time this happened, I lost everyone. Some of my best friends died. James and Lily… I thought Peter was dead, come to find out he’s the reason James died. Our best friend,” he said, a few tears falling. “The only other person I had I thought betrayed us all for twelve years. I was on my own for twelve years. Everyone I loved was gone. I can’t do that again. I can’t lose you, and I won’t if I never have you in the first place.”

“Well, sorry to break it to you, but you already have me. I’m yours,” you said, tears in your eyes now. “If you didn’t want me to love you, we should have never spoken at the Weasley’s that first day I came back. We should have never talked together at Sirius’ place. We should have never spent so much time together at all. Because now, it’s too late. I’ve been yours long before I realized I was in love with you.”

He stared at you, mouth wide open as he tried to process your words.

“Love…”

You shook your head, wiping tears that fell without your consent. “No.”

He reached out for you once again, but you stepped further back.

“I can’t convince you to love me.”

“I do.”

“Not enough,” you let out a shaky breath, turning on your heel and leaving him.

He sat, shocked and breathless. His eyes fluttered shut, his jaw clenched shut tightly.

Sirius looked at you with wide eyes as you stormed past him with tears in your eyes as he reached the doorway of his bedroom. He turned his head just in time to see his best mate swiping the lamp off of his bedside table, shattering it against the wall.

“Fuck.”

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You need these” Jay handing me his sunglasses even though we were just sitting down for lunch in catering. “What? Why?” my attention drawn elsewhere. “If you’re going to stare at golden boys ass like that, at least do it from behind the glasses.” there was no humor in his tone. Just then Mariah walked in Jay reached back for the glasses putting them on as his head slightly followed her across the room.

I roll my eyes dramatically at him “I’ve lost my appetite.” pushing back from the table. “Sit, Sweetheart. If I didn’t eat every time you stared at golden boy , I would’ve starved to death by now.” he growled only low of enough for me to hear. I glared at him, as I took a bite. “A lesser man would’ve left you for your disrespectful eye fucking of golden boy. I however am not a lesser man. In fact from what I hear a romp with him isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” his wink and smirk had me wanting to stab him with my fork.

“ Why are you so ruffled? I saw that flash in your eyes. I’m a fair man, if you want a night of being pounded in to and being called Bruv, I’ll say yes, but you’ll have to say yes to me taking Mariah back to the hotel, but I know what I’m getting into. Those stardom girls are something different all together.”he made the chefs kiss motion. “I’m done here.” pushing back from the table and walking out of the room I heard his laugh as I left , Mariah taking a seat next to him as I glanced back.

“Ugh, I fucking hate him” slamming the door behind me entering into the Bullet Club Gold locker room. “ Who do you hate?” the unmistakable voice of Skye asked sitting up from the couch in the room. “What the fuck?”completely caught off guard staring at her. “ Hey now, Jay said I could lay down in here. He’s a real sweetheart. Seriously though, are you okay?” as she made room on the couch. “ No, yes, maybe. Jays the nod infuriating man I’ve ever met.” Sitting down “ But what did you do?” Nudging my shoulder playfully. “ Apparently I was staring at Wills ass.” she laughed “Its not funny. He then started staring at Mariah. Who the hell can compete with that and she just sat down with him as I left.” I put my head in my hands. “ It’s funny I got in the same situation twice with Kyle. Once for Will and once for Jay.” I looked at my jaw dropped .”Come on, look at him, he’s all abs and attitude. You know what you have. Don’t act shocked that I looked at him.” Smirking at me. “So why Will? Aside from his God like body. I get to say that because I’m sharing an apartment with him and Kyle. What is that keeps pulling your attention away?.” I hesitated “I’m your best friend just tell me.” Her hand taking mine. “ You’re right about abs and attitude with Jay. I don’t know he’s like that golden retriever puppy he’s just so fucking happy and nice. I’ll be fine and I’m gonna stop looking at Will. Jay thinks it’s all about that and I quote be pounded and called bruv. When it’s more like I want to have a burger and a laugh.” I sighed “ I trust Jay implicitly and I get why he did what he did, but he offered me a hall pass for Will if he could have one with her.” looking at my bestie “ Holy shit what did you say? Is Jay really okay with that ?Everyone knows he’s batshit crazy over you.” I got up and began to pace “ I didn’t say anything what the hell could I say, I was pissed and hurt that he’d actually say that. Maybe he’s tired of me, maybe it’s closer to being over than it is for forever. Fuck if I know. I’ve got to get out of here before he comes in here.” moving toward my bag. “Want my opinion I think you are handling too much of his shit? But I’m gonna say this because I love all three of you. Don’t take the hall pass and don’t give him one either. Will’s not for you, but if you want that burger and a laugh come out with me and Kyle, Will, and Mark I can make that happen.” She stood and hugged me. “I’m gonna head out I think you and Jay have some shit to talk about.” she left just as I was debating about following her.

“Sweetheart where are you headed?” Jay’s mocking tone filling the room as he and Skye passed each other. “ None of your fucking business.” walking towards him. “ Tsk tsk you know our rule we don’t leave each other mad. Besides the best part of fighting is the fucking afterwards.” he stalked me till my back was up against the wall. “ So are we done fighting?” his hand tracing my face the other one finding my hip.

“ Mariah not available?” I seethe but my body craves his touch. “You’d look so pretty wearing my hand as a necklace “ his fingers tracing the side of my neck his thumb pressing lightly causing me to gasp. “Sweetheart, there’s no one, that I want or need more than you.” his kiss sure and deep, his hand keeping my focus only on him. “ Keep looking at me like you want to fuck me but you also want to kill me." His hands thread in my hair, as he continues to kiss me. His hips move and he growls a bit of delight in the back of his throat. His hand pulls my hair harder, and it's like I'm completely swallowed by him.

I fall into that kiss, tumbling deep into this moment, forgetting about everything.

His fingers keep dip below my waistband stroking my pussy over my panties, the other hand gripping my ass. His hard body pins me against the wall and I wrap my arms around his neck, going insane with bliss. "You're fucking soaked," Jay’s voice amused. “You're touching me of course I am.” His mouth buries mine, hungry now, and his fingers slip underneath and tease up and down my slit. I'm moaning into his tongue and I don't care anymore as his fingers slide inside of me, fucking me nice and deep. Oh my god, he presses against that spot inside me . My knees go limp and he's supporting my weight as his fingers stroke in and out, hitting the spot over and over. My eyes roll back, l'm moaning, mindless, insane with pleasure, and he's not stopping.

He bites my lower lip and whispers, "Come for me, sweetheart, come on, you need it, don't you?"

"Yes," | gasp, shaking as I shatter on his hand. I come in a sudden rush, my fingers digging into his back, my cheeks tingling. "Good girl”he whispers my head resting on his shoulder.

“Jay, I’m…” his finger on my lips silenced me. “ I took it to far I’m sorry.” kissing my forehead. “Just the idea of you..” I put my finger on his lips this time.

#aew smut.#aew smut #aew fanfiction #switchblade jay white x reader #jay white x you #jay white fanfiction #jay white smut #switchblade jay white smut

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spineless-lobster · 11 days ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE VENGEANCE SAGA HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

(Spoilers under cut)

Okay I took like half an hour to yell about this with my brother so I have a few thoughts in order here we go!

1. Not Sorry for Loving You

First of all this song is absolute bop like calypso they can never make me like you BUT they can make me like your song.

“I’m angry and tired and restless and sad” honestly me too girl welcome to the club (also the flow in this verse is crazzyyy)

Odysseus is a braver man than I if I was him I could never tell her I love you in any capacity lmao

The ending is 😭👌

2. Dangerous

LETS FUCKING GO I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS!!!!

“Six hundred deaths under my command” okay that’s just fowl you can’t say that

The acoustic guitar in the beginning is amazing actually

NO BECAUSE WHEN HE SAID “Cause I had one goal in mind” AND WE HEAR THE SILENCE WHERE THE CREW USED TO BE????? THAT SHIT BROKE ME DUDE!!!!!

HERMES WITH THE AEOLUS LYRICS/MOTIF/WHATEVER THE WORD IS I SEE YOU GIRL I AM A BIG FAN!!!!!!

Everyone who was like “aeolus and hermes would be besties” YOU WERE ALL RIGHT!!!!!

GROOVY!!!!!!!!! TIME TO FUCKING GROOVE BABEYYYYY!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨

“Wash it away like the blood your hands have known” that is such a raw line to come from such a funky character hermes girl you did NOT have to read him like that

WELL IT’S A LITTLE BIT ✨DANGEROUS✨ MY FRIEND!~

Windbag ex machina

To quote my brother: “the windbag is such a broken item” 😭

HERMES X WINIONS LETS GOOOOOOOO

SING IT ODY!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA USE RUTHLESSNESS BABE!!!!!!

“Don’t thank me, friend, I’m not the one that fought for you” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAthena

3. Charybdis

This one is another banger!!!!

The ody monologue as he is talking to charybdis is really cool actually

OHHHHH BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

“My love” what if I just died violently

Ohhh fuck here we go lads

That “NOOOOO!!!!!!” is so fucking visceral oh my GOD when jay said voice acting he MEANT Voice Acting

4. Get in the Water

The erratic piano!!!!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!

Ohhhhh fuck wet hades is here

The way he says “get in the water” is so cold. It’s like You Don’t Have An Option. Get in the fucking water.

“I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes” okay I know we were cheering on ody when he was doing it to your son mr poseidon but have you considered that telemachus has never done anything wrong in his life ever?

Poseidon: I’m going to fucking kill you and your gay little island

Odysseus: have you considered greeting the world with open arms?

Lads how many fucking years has it been I don’t think ody knows how to count

THE EDITING OF STEVEN’S VOICE HERE AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ITS SOOOO GOOOOD!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!! I KNEW POLITES WOULD COME BACK I KNEW EURYLOCHUS WOULD COME BACK I KNEW WE’D HEAR THE CREW!!!! (Tbh I should’ve expected anticlea but ssshhhh) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOST MY MIND HERE!!!!!!

I see you draw your final breath~

Okay but literally in this moment I think this is where we see everyone forgive odysseus. Whether they lost their lives to mistakes like with polyphemus or a conscious decision like with zeus. Here we see everyone odysseus has loved who has passed away stand by him, telling him that they’re waiting and ready to greet him with (pardon me) open arms in the underworld.

ALSO I JUST NOTICED THAT POLITES SAYS “we can tell you’re getting nervous” not “I” and THAT’S how I know ody died (or at least was on the edge of death) for a few seconds in that moment and interacted with the shades of everyone

5. Six Hundred Strike

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my FUCKING god

I said this song would break me and I was fucking right

ODYSSEUS HAS THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS

THE INSTRUMENTAL GOES CRAZY!!!!! THE METAL FUCKS SO HARD!!!! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!

Bro the hades soundtrack called they said they want their fucking music back

The deliver of “MY WIFE!!!” DUDDDEEEEEEEE

Literally if you don’t get yourself someone like odysseus don’t even try to get anyone else never settle for less okay the gods created men and then sent odysseus as an apology

STORM MOTIF!!!!!

FULL SPEED AHEAD TUNE!!!!!!!

Poseidon: fuck you

Odysseus: whatever, go my six hundred strike

“You’re going to call off that storm.” The amount of BALLS this man has HOW DOES HE WALK AROUND WITH THOSE

Odysseus said “if I can’t kill you I guess I’ll torture you forever” literally that’s my favourite war criminal

ODY’S MONOLOGUE AS HE’S STABBING POSEIDON HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE RAWEST SHIT EVER!!!!!

Literally the animation for this was so good it felt illegal to watch like is this allowed???? Can I stomach this??? This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen????? In a good way????

“I’m still the same” in keep your friend close vs. “Look what you turned me into” in six hundred strike <3333

“Look what we’ve become.” It’s reminding me of how ody and scylla harmonized “we are the same you and I” godddd he truly has become the monster rawr rawr rawr

The way poseidon says “NOO” and “STOP!!!” is so crazy actually

POSEIDON SINGING MONSTER WHAT IF I JUST FUCKING DIED ON THE FLOOR!!!!!

“After everything you’ve done. How will you sleep at night?”

“Next to my wife.”

LITERALLY I SCREAMED INTO MY FUCKING PILLOW WHEN HE SAID THAT!!!!!! THAT IS THE COLDEST MOST RUTHLESS FUCKING LINE EVER HOLY FUCK ODY I THINK YOU ACTUALLY JUST FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!!!! THERE IS NO COMING BACK FROM A LINE LIKE THAT!!!!! LITERALLY THE BEST WAY TO END THIS SAGA!!!!!!!

Closing thoughts

JAY WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU JAY!!!!!!

When he said vengeance saga he meant Vengeance with a capital V

Bro all I’m saying is that if I was penelope and I heard all of this go down… let’s just say telemachus would no longer be an only child

Also! In the midst of my boisterous reaction I uhhhhh broke my vengeance saga bracelet so I’m gonna have to fix that eventually

Uh… yeah… I’m gonna go like….. lay down for a bit or something…

#bro holy fuck #I am in shambles #no one talk to me ever again actually #wake me up when the ithaca saga releases #epic the musical #epic the vengeance saga #epic the musical spoilers #the vengeance saga #jorge rivera herrans #the man that you are

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candyskiez · 6 months ago

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Saw ur also a ???% fan… 👀

Care to share your thoughts around him? Or headcanons if you have them? :D

1. You just noticed? I have NOT been talking enough about him then. I will rectify this immediately. (This is a joke you're good)

2. SO.

These will be scattered. Because I am a very scattered person.

I will flip flop between if I like the disconnect between ???% and Mob better as a plural thing or an allegory .I like both! Both is good! He's so fascinating as an allegory but also he's the most accurate representation of being plural I've ever seen and it's not even canon. So like. Two cakes!

I will always be insane about the manga version of confession arc. Hold on I need to talk about this in detail or I'll actually die.

His fucking. His fucking talk with Mob. "And you were never...never...looking at me." WHAT IF I SCREAM. Literally everything he says to Mob is so interesting and also relatable as shit whether you view it as plural or as an allegory. Both is good. Like you can view him telling Mob he forgot to protect himself and all that shit as like "You only do these good things to ease your own guilt. You don't actually want to be around people. You're selfish. This is who I am. I want to be able to exist without trying to be normal. I want to be able to be seen and not be harmed for it. I am tired of everyone ignoring this part of me because they prefer you. Would they actually do what I've done for them, or are they using me?" Like. Holy shit. It's so so fucking OW especially as an autistic person. But also as a system it's so easy to read him going "You pushed all the memories you didn't want onto me. You let me handle the things you didn't want. You shoved everything onto me, and I took it with stride because I loved you. You let me take all the hard things so you didn't have to face them, because you're a coward. This is my body too. This is my life too. Why don't I get to have that? Why do I have to give it up because you don't want me? They're my family too. You don't get to decide I don't deserve to exist because you hate yourself too much to admit I'm here." Like. Its so easy to read it as him being a protector who is SO fucking resentful of all the shit he's had to deal with, all the memories he has to hold alone, all of the shit he's experienced, and not a sliver of gratitude. Like goddamn does it remind me of my experience being a system. Either way the distance from him and the relationship between him and Mob has been my favorite part of the show since I started watching. And the manga is even more interesting and it's so!!!!!!!!!!!

More confession manga thoughts!! Him saying "Ritsu is my little brother. He was calling me Nii-san." Is so. He said that when Mob asked who he was. He viewed that as a solid part of his identity. RITSU is a massive part of his identity. Does he view Mob as not Ritsu's brother then? Does he feel like he was cheated out of his own family? I wouldn't be surprised nor would I blame him for feeling like that.

And even more confession arc shit. Hi. Thinks about how ???% in the anime at least had to steel himself before raising his hand at Reigen. He hates him but he still cares about him. He hates him but that guy raised him as much as his parents did. Clawing at the walls.

Actually y'know what I haven't talked about my thoughts on Reigen and ???% with anyone but the friend that I watched the show with and that is a tragedy that will not stand. ???% hates Reigen so so much but also cares SO much about him. Thinks about he passed out the second Reigen told him his parents were fine, and contrast that to him saying that he can't listen to Reigen in confession. He knows that if he listens to Reigen he'll believe him and that fucking terrifies him. He'll follow after Reigen because he means the world to him, because that man raised him, because he just wants him to be proud of him so fucking badly. He'll go back to being miserable and trapped, and everyone will go back to pretending he doesn't exist. He's terrified of Reigen, I think, because he knows Reigen is a good liar. Reigen can make him believe things. And he doesn't like that. He doesn't like how gullible he actually is. That's why he doesn't trust anyone- he's gullible enough to believe anything, so he has to distrust ANYTHING, no matter how much sense it makes, because he knows he can't trust his own judgement. He's been tricked before. He'll be tricked again. Don't trust anyone. Don't trust anything you see. This is another thing that works with either autism or plurality. The autism trauma of being lied to and deceived as "jokes" constantly turning you into a trust issue riddled mess that doesn't trust your own judgement or view of people, or a traumatized protector who FORMED to help you deal with people taking advantage of you and now distrusts everyone you love because "it happened before, it'll happen again, i wont let it happen." Or both!

God. I just LOVE ???% y'all don't understand. He's everything to me. Please god read the manga. I don't know if the translation I read was completely accurate, but I love the manga and anime both so so much. ???% is my favorite character as anyone who knows me can tell you and I will never shut up about him. My GUY

#mp100 #mp100 spoilers #shigeo kageyama #kageyama shigeo #plural mob #confession arc tag #candyskiez asks #candy meta

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nololginny · 3 months ago

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Birthday Breakfast

summary: Taylor Thornton wanted to make a special breakfast for her boyfriends birthday, but SOMEBODY was getting in the way.

Taylor woke up at around 6:30 in the morning. her alarm was going off, she looks next to her to see if she woke up her boyfriend. Luckily, hes a deep sleeper so she gets up and does her hair. It was rafes birthday today, and officially 3 years that they have been dating. On his 19th birthday, he asked her to be his girlfriend. So, every year it was a very special day for both rafe and Taylor. She was planning on making a breakfast, but she only knew one other good baker besides Rafe.

She made her way to sarahs room, and sure enough she opens the door to find her brother in his best friends sisters bed, who happened to also be my best friend strange enough. She sighed as she heard Toppers annoying snores echoing sarahs entire room. Taylor went over to the day old glass of water on toppers side of the bed, and poured it in his mouth when he snored again. Sure enough, He starts coughing and waking up. "What the fuck Taylor, what was that for?"

"Wake up bitch, you promised to help me with YOUR best friends breakfast, thats the only reason im letting you sleep with MY best friend. "Actually rafe gave me permission so shut up rat face". "Oh my god your insults are almost as bad as your ugly ass frosted tips". Taylor snarked, putting the glass of water down. "So, are you just here to insult me or are we gonna do this, or can i go back to bed" topper states. "if you do not get up im telling sarah about the party last friday". "ok ok alright chill the fuck out im coming, jesus'' he yawned, getting out of bed.

As taylor read the instructions out to topper, he rubbed his tired eyes while slowly but surely getting out the ingredients. "Can you go any fucking slower holy shit" topper just looks at her with a straight face, picking up the bowl very slowly. "your a dumbass egg head you know that right?" she states, throwing an egg right at toppers forehead. "Are you fucking serious, this is my brand new golf shirt", he yells. "aw too bad, pay attention and you wont notice the big stain". Before she could say anything else, she felt a egg get thrown right at her hair.

"Oh your fucking done flopper" she yells at grabbing more eggs from the carton. "yea try to catch me with your chicken legs" he blurts out, running for his life, trying to avoid any more stains on his new shirt. As topper ran across the couch, he felt a body shove into him , as he tried to escape to the hallway. "Oh shit" he screams out, falling back onto the beanbag. He looks up to see a very confused rafe looking back at him. "Topper, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen at 7 am in the fucking morning?" he asks, clearly had just woken up from the noise.

"Hey man, its not my fault my bitchy sister wanted to make breakfast so god damn early in the morning. Like holy shit how much do i have to go down on your sister for her to make me fucking eggs on my birthday" he blurts, not thinking of what he said. "your a fucking weirdo" Rafe states, pushing past him and going to his girlfriend in the kitchen, disappointed in herself that they woke him up. "Baby i told you not to do anything for my birthday, having you here is all i need" he grabs her hips, and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. "I know i just wanted it to be the thought that counted, but fucking flopper over here messed everything up".

Rafe just laughs at Taylors and Toppers beef. "Oh also Top, my girlfriend, your sister, is not a bitch". Topper just puts a thumbs up, with a fake ass smile to go along with. "Oh by the way rafe, your precious girlfriend ruined my new polo shirt. "Okay, then go wash it, are you fucking dumb?" he retaliates, holding his girlfriend by the waist. "Babe can we go back to bed please" She asks. "of course, topper go clean this shit up" he demands, leaving topper alone with the mess. "no way she insulted my frosted tips" he says to himself, getting a trash bag for the broken egg yolks.

#rafe cameron #random #rafe outer banks #topper thornton #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe core #rafe concepts #rafe coded

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demvalhaken · 2 months ago

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I will eat your house

HOLY SHIT I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE 4 DAYS, SORYY GUYS IVE BEEN FOCUSED ON SCHOOL, I HAVE TO GET A VIOLIN PLAYING VIDEO IN BY FRIDAY AND I CANT EVEN PLAY THAT WELL DUDES!!! PRAY FOR ME GUYS, I CANT EVEN GET MY HOMEWORK DONE, I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING!!!

Anyways Queen Bloodlust is a very large black widow cus her immortality causes her to never stop aging/growing… She used to be Divine’s height

Oh yeah if you didn’t read the older post about Bloodlust which is also buried in the termite post. Divine (Guy at the bottom right) is her great-great-great-fucking too many great grandson, he’s king of the spiders, they do not care if its a king or a queen, they are desperate

I’m like the hugest nerd ever, I watched an in depth video about cannibalism and then I proceeded to eat all of that information so I can babble to my friends that don’t even listen to me… I wish I could talk to people rather than somehow ruining my relationship with everyone, it’s giving Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives. There’s also like 100 Tyler, The Creator songs in my playlist, there’s a 50% chance after every song that it’s Tyler. It’s crazy how good I am at being lonely, like bro, why can’t I keep friends with me without doing something wrong… at least my teachers are nice to me :D

Wtf am I on, please don’t give me coffee, It brings the locked up depression out of my brain. I actually don’t think the depression left from Covid… I think it’s just been dormant… GUYS THIS MIGHT BE A HUNCH BUT I THINK IM NOT OKAY!!! Sorry if I go off track in literally every single post, my brain wanders too much. MY HANDS ARE SO FUCKING DRY, THEY BURN, THEY HURT, AND THEY ARE BLEEDING :( I’m still gonna wash my hands 40 times a day, no one can stop me

STOP YAPPING BRO THATS TWO PARAGRAPHS GET TO THE LORE

Queen Bloodlust misses her home because after a battle/war, they had to move, this was during the reign of Bloodlust’s mother, her mom died in the fight… poor Bloodlust, forced to live eternally and watch everyone around her perish slowly

All lore previously stated is subject to change as I’m always rethinking lore but it does stay fairly consistent and rarely changed unless its boring and bothering me

Okay love you guys, sorry for yapping, also be a menace to society, just don’t eat uranium

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Hehe reference, this was during the drawing, I got bored

Edit 2: Why are my parents always mad at me for washing myself constantly, like bitch what? You can’t just say “stop” and expect that one word to work, I’m just trying to keep some goddamn cleanliness! It’s like they want me to be covered in grime, dirt, spilled drinks, and grossness! Then they get to be homophobic and racist without any consequences when that’s literally worse than being clean 24/7 and tired. At least I actually like black people, we literally all have the same insides, stfu parents… ALSO THEY SAY THAT OFFENSIVE WORD, LIKE BRO WE ARE VAMPIRES YOU CANT BE SAYING THAT

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yourheartonfire · 1 year ago

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You are an ancient, sentient cursed sword known for corrupting even the most valiant and well-intentioned of heroes. However, you cannot corrupt the most recent hero whose hands you have fallen into - not because of their purity of heart, but because of their incorruptible cynicism.

Prompt courtesy of @writing-prompt-s

The Wielder was silent - too silent - during the planning meeting. So Gleamsteel held its thoughts to itself too, and was not surprised at the council's close when the Wielder walked off not to dinner at the campfire but to an empty grove where they drew Gleamsteel and opened their mind willingly.

I need your help, the Wielder thought, stepping smoothly through the first practice sequence. We can break through the tower defense, but once we do there's no way we can stop the sorcerer's ritual and save the princess. Am I wrong?

Gleamsteel thrummed. It's a one in a million shot... it ventured.

The Wielder didn't laugh out loud, but Gleamsteel could hear the tired scoff down their mystical connection. That's what I thought. Okay. They shifted into the second form. Okay. The princess has to die, and it has to look unequivocally like the sorcerer's fault.

Holy shit, Gleamsteel articulated before it could stop itself.

This time the Wielder did sigh out loud. It's not personal. I feel bad for her. I'd save her if we could. But she's just one person, and if that ritual goes off everyone in seven leagues dies. They cut downwards with extra venom. That's not a balanced risk, not for someone just because they have sentimental, maybe symbolic value to the king.

Hm. Gleamsteel pushed its tendrils towards that disgust. Such a selfish order, to put countless other sons and daughters at risk to save his own -

Knock it off. The Wielder straightened out of their form, swishing Gleamsteel's tip down into the dry dust. I told you I don't want to be king and I don't want to be a king maker. Stop with the creepy whispers or it's right into the bin with you when this is down.

Then what do you want?, Gleamsteel snapped. You don't want fame -

Crowd loves to see yesterday's hero fall, the Wielder said, spinning the sword in their hand and slicing through a theoretical foe.

You don't want power -

Ugh. What would I do with it? Make things worse?

You want wealth? Riches?

The Wielder ended the sequence not with a flourish, but with a perfectly controlled thrust. You know my terms. I want my due, and I want to walk away alive. You help me and I'll help you get into the hands of someone more, ah, amenable. Isn't that what you want?

Gleamsteel simmered with rage. How are you... Why won't you let me help you? You must want something!

Momma always said look out for them insisting on giving you something for free. The Wielder stuck Gleamsteel into the soft grass under an oak tree, picked up their flask of water and drank deeply. 'Cause that only means they're hiding the cost until its too late.

If Gleamsteel had lungs and teeth it would've snarled.

Stay focused here. The Wielder crouched beside the blade. Tower. Defense. Princess. Ritual.

"Chosen One?" Came an uncertain voice. "You all right?"

The Wielder stood swiftly, seized their sword and sheathed it, giving a reassuring nod to their companion. "Clearing my head. Big day tomorrow, eh?"

"Indeed," the companion said, clearly relieved to be in the Wielder's presence. But Gleamsteel felt their eyes cut to the hilt, felt the threads of doubt and the hunger to be chosen themselves...

That one, Gleamsteel whispered to the Wielder. I'll get you through tomorrow and you'll give me to this one as my next Wielder.

Done, the Wielder said immediately and clapped their friend on the shoulder to go with them to dinner.

#my fiction #heroxvillain #fantasy #fantasci #filled prompt #writing prompt s #evil hero #magic sword

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bloodpen-to-paper · 9 months ago

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PSA regarding cultural exchange and internet culture. Its a rant but its something that needs to be said

I'm already seeing the Qsmp admins calling for understanding and patience with the announcement of the Korean CCs that will be joining, and it frustrates the hell out of me that any of it needs to be said because people on the internet are so poisoned by cancel culture that this opportunity to engage with Korean culture is beginning with stress.

Its an issue that extends far past this server unfortunately, the modern standard for morality on the internet is insanely unrealistic and honestly very anti-human. So many people, most people actually, do problematic things in life and make mistakes, which is completely normal. Its how we are and how we're supposed to be, its how we learn and grow. But having someone get dogpiled/harassed online and potentially even risk losing a career for saying or doing something vaguely problematic that they should be encouraged to learn from is so incredibly harmful and makes the online place more toxic than communal.

There's a legitimate line to draw between something we should encourage someone to reflect upon and a genuinely irredeemable act, and if you can't tell the difference you then shouldn't be speaking about it online. To all the people who dramatize an easily fixable situation, you're part of the problem of people not knowing how the fuck to act when there's miscommunication, differences of opinion or people doing/having done something problematic but not ill-intentioned. Genuinely good people are being either pressured off the online space or terrified to ever make a mistake because people who don't touch enough goddamn grass are so drama-addicted that they make a situation negative when it literally never needed to be. You're toxic and you're making everyone else toxic, the problem is not the person who accidentally said something offensive in ignorance but is willing to learn from that, nor the person who misunderstood a situation and could be convinced to reflect on their actions, the problem is you, adding unnecessary fuel to the fire and blowing shit out of proportion when it could be resolved so much easier. If you're someone who does this, I hate to sound like a boomer but holy shit you should be ashamed of yourself. There's enough bad in the world as is, stop posting and do better.

And here's the funny part, and I don't care how many people this pisses off: current online cancel culture is xenophobic as fuck. People in different cultures have different ways of life, and though that doesn't necessarily excuse some of what goes on in other nations, the current standard for "dealing" with culture clashing takes no account to how someone's culture can make them act differently than you, and they shouldn't be demonized for it even if some of what they do isn't the best. People from multi-ethnic backgrounds, especially children of immigrants, understand that some of our parents say the most cancellable shit imaginable but are still good people at heart. Strangers online wouldn't understand that at all, and their need to complain about everything online with such hostility and lack of nuance would and is doing the exact opposite of what it should be doing; instead of getting people to see different perspectives and learn why their behavior can be harmful to others, thus encouraging them to do better, online witch hunting either drives them away from wanting to interact with anyone, and/or actively pushes them further down problematic avenues where they aren't demonized for harmful behavior.

I am so sick and tired of everything thinking cancel culture is normal, because it is so incredibly not. Its exhausting seeing the same thing play out over and over as someone who's actually interacted with people of different ages, gender and ethnicities, and who knows what these people are like in their hearts, while also knowing the internet would eat them alive without a second thought to who they are or why they act the way they do.

People say and do problematic things, it doesn't mean they're bad people. It means they're human. I encourage everyone to remember that.

#psa #discourse #culture clash #cancel culture #mcyt #qsmp

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Suds!! You are yet again like 90% of my art reblogs. 😭😭😭

Thanku for remembering my arts. 💙

HOW COULD I FORGET WHEN YOURE LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST OUT THERE???? I'M ALWAYS EATING GOOD WHEN ITS YOU

Actually everyone who sees this post I provide you with a list of good tired art to reblog:

->Pretty boy skateboarder Punz

->Sparkly lovely XD??? Oh my god??

->Drunz is doing a little dance<3

->Being emotional about cFundy, as a treat

->Schlatt being a poor little baa-baa<3333

->Listen Punz deserves to give Dream flowers. shut up I'm normal

->Foosh. The Most Foosh. Look At Him. Give Him Hugs.

->yes I'm grabbing every drunz art. its not my fault its so well done. I have demons okay. theyre hugging.

->Dream getting cuddles from Steve The Polar Bear

->Philza and George bow designs !!!! Jesus christ these are so cool. how do I learn to make weapon designs.

->A Ranboo design that absolutely delights me. Different ties depending on if its Ran or Ender, aaaaaa

->hey guys did you know Punz is one of my favorite characters<-frothing at the mouth

->honestly weapon and armor designs are my weakness

->DRUNZ DRUNZ DRUNZ DRUNZ DRUNZ AAAAAAAAAAAAA

->Dream getting the comfort he deserves

->Punz covered in blood

->Catboy!Punz (no the dopamine hits I get every time I reblog Punz art are normal doctor)

->I am NORMAL about PUNZ shut UP (Valo design)

->Post-Prison Dream trying to cut his hair, HNRRRR-

->FUCK (more Catboy Punz)

->hnnnnnn Mob boss Dream with loyal right hand Punz???? augh

->FEM DREAM EVERYONE ITS A CODE GREEN, STAY CALM WAIT FUCK SHE'S FULLY COLORED IN THIS ONE. STAY FUCKING CALM-

->Drunz chained together. Very normal. I am normal.

->hnnnn why is Dream so pretty in this. I need Punz to kiss him.

->no you dont understand I'm studying how you drew Grians wings to see if I can learn how to draw them that good. christ I want to learn your power.

-> Technoblade comic featuring other people missing him. My heart hurts a lot looking at this.

->Valo Punz (instant dopamine hit)

->Tireds DTIYS Dream that I don't feel I could ever feasibly attempt just because its so fucking godly. But I Will Try Someday Soon. fucking hell.

->WAIT MUMBO WITH LONG HAIR???

->Lynx Punz (instant dopamine hit)

->Holy shit. Grian as a marble statue with wings spread. The level of ability on display here is spectacular????

->drunz are hugging (I am once again frothing at the mouth)

->Hnnnnnn tarot card Dream looking so pretty

->god, this fucks me up so hard. Punz is taking a picture of Dream, in absolute awe, but Punz's comic panel is the one thats shaped like a photo. As if they can capture their reaction but theyll never be able to capture Dream's joy, his beauty and light. (AND THEN YOU COLORED IT)

->Witches Dreamnap. Its so funny to me that Sapnap seems fully into it while Dream is right behind him looking Ready For Mischief

->hnnnnn baby Punzzzzz, BABY PUNZZZZZZZZZ AAAAAAAA (instant dopamine hit)

->literally all of your expression memes??? Dream covered in blood while Purpled is chill about it. Wet Cat Mumbo. The Foosh with hearts in his eyes. Shy pretty boy Dream with braided hair. TANGO. The fuckinnnn Foosh/XD kiss. SNF (my favorite underrated ship) and Grumbo. DREAMNAP YES. Drunz getting to be happy!!!

->Obligatory Etho Chilling In A Tree<33

->A Canary Loves His Coal Mine. FUCK (comic)

->Dreamnap kissing and more FooshXD. <-bites down on my phone, instantly destroying it

->Enderman Dream for cHybrid day<333

->pissboy Purpled<3 (says this with love and giggles)

->smalletho comic. Why does this feel so comfortable and nostalgic.

->the flowers trailing down.... who is this...

->bdubs and Dream, and interaction I've never thought of before but now want to see happen

->Drunz, hgnhhhhh

->Jimmy Solidarity worshipping Scar at the altar.

->I tried really, really hard to scroll past Sam, thinking I could be strong. I have my own demons to face.

->I really love when people do like, Different Eyes For Different Characters Posts. Its delightful

->god fucking damn. stop converting me to Ethoisms

->DREAMNOTNAP THIS IS NOT A DRILL

->Drunz with more Lynx Punz (instant dopamine hit)

->MORE DRUNZ WITH LYNX PUNZ (a second dopamine hit)

->SNAKE DREAM WITH LYNX PUNZ (stop stop I'm already dead)

->fuck. goddamit. Dream is leaning in to bite Punz's wrist. I need to throw myself directly into the lake.

->noooooo Snake Dream wrapping around Punz for warmth. My 37th weakness.

->Punz. (dopamine hit.)

->Drunznap. Objectively beautiful<333

->Valo Dream to go with the Valo Punz, HNNNNN THEY MUST ALWAYS BE TOGETHER

->hey you ever cry while gently caressing a cracking marble statue of your lover? Just normal Dream about Punz things :))))

->Hnnnn Punz expressions. Theyre so fucking !!!!! barkbarkbark

->Drunz DBH au. hahaha I can be normal (you witness me shatter a plate in my hands)

->punz in a dresss hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

->IM FEASTING, DRUNZ KISSING. BRAIN IS LIGHTING UP.

->s2 Dream design !!! He has a cane!!!!! As he should :oDDDD (WAIT THERES A SECOND VERSION)

->inhales. You Can Always Rely On Your Knight, Dream. He loves you so much.

->Punzzz (instant dopamine hit.)

->Dream in Punz's clothes!!!! (smashes my head against a concrete brick)

->Drunz DRUNZ Drunz Drunzzz dRuNz DRUNZZZZ (them<3)

->The Grian/Dream apocalypse, the ship we needed and so desperately deserved. I have been converted.

okay I have to stop. This list is getting too long. I have to be normal. (Foolish Valo Design)

Yes I went through Tired's art tag to grab these. Honestly I went through about 20 pages before I lost steam. And There's Still More. I'd go check out his art for the full list, I barely covered half of it- especially if youre into the Hermitcraft/Life series. Here's the tag, have fun scrolling <3

#suds asks #suds soapbox #art recommendations for People Who Are Definitely Normal #now you all see why I reblog 250 posts a day and then get locked out of tumblr because of the post limit #this started out as me just wanting to grab some highlights and then I got 18 pages in and was like #this is ALL a highlight #its a really big deal to me because I when I think of artists who's skill level I'd really want emulate- Tired is always one of them #And this list ended up being so long because while maybe I should have chosen solely ones that were Long Comics or Obvious #or ones that showed off the Technical Skills that Tired so clearly has #It feels Not Right to not include all the art that was clearly made from a place of love and passion even if it was sketches or smaller??#Like. The love poured into an art piece feels just as important as the detail and effort and skill #How Could You Not Lovel Sketches Of Dream And Punz Being Happy. How Is That Not Worth The Whole World #Its wonderful. Your art is wonderful

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