#i have incoherent thoughts about this but i cannot be the only one whos connected the dots

[cyanberry08-3]

Pmoon fans that are Mechanisms fans and vice versa:

The City (Project Moon) and The City (UDAD)

Do you hear me?

(my thoughts in the tags)

[numberonesnarkfan]

can I just autism at y'all incoherently for a bit. Aite.

I think Harley becomes a bit easier to understand as a character when viewed as a story of generational trauma. When analysing a monster, one has to ask "what could have prevented this?" In Harley's case, it was just... if he had not been so steadily drawn to one conclusion: that there was something fundamental that separated him from humanity.

What are people to someone who was never a person to anyone? He was kept half-alive only to use him, and even before he had done anything wrong, he was never a person to anyone - he existed in others' minds only as what he could supply to them.

The ARG note, "HE TOOK EVERYTHING. I THOUGHT YOU CARED." combined with his boss fight dialogue, "It was supposed to be mine! My recognition!" draws the connection that after sending a young Harley Sawyer away, Elliott took the research Harley had done with him and claimed credit for his discoveries.

Imagine for a moment that you have never been loved. Not by parents or peers or superiors. That they all showered you in praise of your objective talents, but wanted nothing to do with you in any other respect. At every turn, they attempted to find a way to divert your abilities toward their own goals. Others have always blabbered on about connection and harmony - concepts that simply do not exist to you, for you have never experienced them.

You thought you had experienced them. Once. You almost thought you'd found a father. Before he sent you away penniless and took all of your work as his own. Now you know it for certain: connection really isn't real, and everyone else is lying or faking. The only people who have ever pretended to care about you were lying. You may as well be the only person in the world, because you are completely alone on Earth.

Imagine that you believe that love and happiness are truly false lights. Pipe dreams. Would you be able to empathise, see yourself in your fellow man, see your fellow man as a person?

You don't know what it's like to be thought of as a person. So you haven't the slightest idea how one would go about thinking of others as people.

I still will not budge on the fact that Harley genuinely thought he was doing the right thing. But again, if morals are alien to you because you have never been exposed to them, then your 'right thing' looks deeply different to others'.

There are certain lessons that cannot be learned through just the acquisition of information. Harley was never taught any lessons that were not objective - empathy, morals, emotional control. As much as he could be familiar with ethics, he could not understand anything that can't be understood with logic.

All monsters grow from children.

He saw himself as their father. Their mentor. Their saviour. He made them just like him - the only human in the world.

[aixeko]

This idea have been swirling around my head for a while but anyway.

Incoherent thoughts that aren't proofread + isn't grammatically correct because my dyslexic ah cannot tell where it is but I know it's there.

Arlecchino with an older khaenri'ahn reader and they under unforeseen circumstances get along quite well even with the stark contrast to their personality and morality, different ways of going about life, different way of dealing with it, yet still respects and oddly enough quite enjoy listening to one another perspectives on every little particular things. Arle with a gentle caring reader who is open-minded and nonjudgmental despite Arle criminals association and such.

Although the catch is that they have never met before, because while Arlecchino lives in the current teyvat timeline, the reader is from 500 years ago.

Their way of communication? An abandoned mansion that Arle so happens to come across during one of her missions and decides to investigate the unfamiliar place. When she had entered a room belonging to what seem to be a young noble she notices magical strokes of characters forming on one of the wall, acting as a diary of sort, detailing their mundane life. It peeks her curiosity and she decides to press one of her hand against the indented marking on the wall only for it to be accidentally erased causing the person on the side of the wall to question what, and who is messing with them.

It was on that fortunate day that they met, and slowly, unbeknownst to both, they were slowly forming a feeling that's equally a stranger to both their heart.

Arlecchino would make her way to the once unfamiliar place that spoke no meanings to her, a place that she would come to associates with a special someone that no other individuals can figure out who.

It was simply another day, Arlecchino had just finished work and is on her way for the routinely weekly visits to the abandoned mansion. She makes way to the young noble room who she has still yet to figure out the owner to be and begins writing on the wall to signal her arrival to the person who understands her like no other had.

She waits, and waits, seconds passed, then a minute, and it wasn't until the one hour mark that her concerns started to become reality.

Arlecchino shakes it off as you oversleeping, there could be no other ways you wouldn't respond, after all, you were never allowed to leave your room which was why you had come to entertain yourself with detailing and creating stories on the wall.

For the first time ever after a year of finding this place and meeting you, Arlecchino decides to thoroughly look through the source of her connection to you.

When she had finished looking through the place, regrets were the instant emotion swirling her entire soul.

You both had never truly spoken about where you reside, only that you shared Khaenri'ahn blood. A misunderstanding that had led to this. Arlecchino may have been connected to Khaenri'ah but you are of noble khaenri'ahn blood, you are a pure-blooded khaenri'ahn, this room belonged to none other than the same person who she has been talking to this entire time, you.

You weren't a part of this era, you don't exist anymore, and she had accidentally communicated with someone who had long passed 500 years ago during the destruction of the nation.

Today, this day, was the fall of the nation. The day of your death.

That's the gist of it, tbh it's such an interesting concept to me. Ofc when I come around to writing it everything will be explained more thoroughly.

Maybe the reader pulls a Dainsleif or Pierro who knows 😴

Collecting them dead lovers like Pokémon cards, oh wait, they didn't even get to be lovers.

[sitp-recs]

3 Tacky shorts to read this week

I ran against time to get this post out before midnight ET but am still a bit late 🥲 I know T won’t mind so here’s my belated gift to my sun and stars, my first and dearest partner in crime @tackytigerfic! T, I have no words to describe how much I appreciate our friendship. It’s been so special to experience this fandom with you in the last few years. I love that we immediately hit off and share one stupid brain cell when it comes to these idiots; it feels like we’ve known each other forever and 24 hours (especially living so far apart) is not enough to talk fic, headcanons, kinks, squicks and all other irl and existencial topics with you. Navigating such a big fandom can be really scary but even when nobody knew me I’d never feel lonely, invisible or like I had to pretend to be someone else, because I had you by my side. Thank you so so much for being my safe harbour, my sicko soulmate, my confidant, my role model and my biggest cheerleader!

As I thought of new ways to celebrate your day I tried to remember which fics I hadn’t written a rec for. I came to realize that I was never able to put my thoughts into words when it comes to my 3 favorite short fics of yours. They got me in such a Drarry fever, a tingling incoherent state of emotional devastation that I immediately put away the idea of doing recs because there was no possible way to translate my raw, ugly and chaotic feels about them. I tend to do this with fics that leave me with the so-called hangover once I’m done; funnily enough, the last time this happened - when I read Lettered’s By the Grace - it was you who helped me get that rec out by reviewing it and cheering me along the way, tysm 🥹 now it’s time to respond in kind and share love for these short gems that I have the privilege to revisit every time I need some comfort food. Lucky me, it turns out my best pal writes the exact brand of tender romance that checks all of my boxes. You are a fantastic friend and such a brilliant, talented writer. I love and admire you, and I’m so proud of everything you’ve achieved. Can’t wait to see what comes next. Happy day T! 💜

👩‍🚀 Far Side + Relic Radiation (M, 1.7k)

Draco goes into space, leaving behind his son Scorpius (who has just started at Hogwarts, at least), and his not-quite-boyfriend Harry Potter. But Harry can't stop loving Draco just because he's approximately 408km up, in constant orbit.

“You’ll kill that plant,” Draco said, and flicked a lazy charm over the pot with his fingers so the spicy smell of the lavender sharpened the night air.

“You’ll kill me,” Harry said, and Draco turned his face towards the darkened sky, lunar pale, his profile some stupid unearthly thing—a flaring blazar, a supernova—in the light from the kitchen window.

When I say the heart kick factor may hit you in the solar plexus when you least expect, this is what I’m talking about. I’ve obsessed so much over these 2 tiny shorts with single dad!Draco (one of the tropes Tacky does magic with, they are so disgustingly romantic and emotionally satisfying - gimme T’s dad!Draco anthology or give me nothing!!!) that I came up with a whole theory to prove these stories are actually connected. Whether I’m on the right track or just another delusional reader it’s yet to be seen 🤣 Draco’s devotion to baby Scorpius - and Harry’s gentle yearning for the both of them - does things to my poor heart I can’t quite put into words. Let that boy have his found family happy ending, damn it. Every time I reread these gems I get teared up and wish I could stay in this verse forever, watching Scorp grow while these two lovely men find each other time and again. To make your heart melt a bit more, check the breathtaking artwork by the one and only @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm. I cannot— *cries in Drarry*

🏜️ Between the Power Lines (M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy.

In New Orleans, they got drunk on Bourbon Street, and Malfoy danced on his own (arms bare, laughing; Harry could have watched him all night) and later on, so late it was almost morning, they let themselves into the St Louis Cemetery—Malfoy unpicking the lock so sweetly—and walked around until the sky was pink-edged with the promise of another day’s heat. Then they sat on the steps of a crypt, watched over by sightless eyes of the statue of an angel. She looked exhausted rather than sad, Harry thought, and that made a lot of sense when he thought about his own longstanding, dull-edged grief.

The best word to describe this (literally) hot fic is “atmospheric”. T does a flawless job building impeccable Americana vibes and packing so much story while keeping it 100% character-driven. I love the elegant, contained, confident writing, I love the evocative prose and how the mutual attraction bleeds through these quiet but intense road trip vignettes. The scenario is rich and immersive, the heat so palpable you can almost taste it, and the confession at the end is my definition of peak romance. A whole sensorial experience, both introspective and exciting, vibrant and melancholy, packed within 3k. Absolutely genius.

🎯Aim For My Heart (M, 3.4k)

Harry's in love, Ron's in control, and Draco just wants a nice lunch. They say three's a crowd, but Harry doesn't always agree. Not when he gets to be in the middle, anyway.

Neither of them had asked Harry what he likes best about them, but Harry watches them and feels the sick curl of excitement low in his belly, like something lost and gained all at once, and he wonders what he’d say if they did ask; would it be mouth or hands or arse, the gleam of clean hair or the hidden scent of a freshly-revealed patch of skin, blue eyes or grey? He doesn’t think he’d tell them what he really loves the most, and that’s the fact that both of them have been his for such a long time, in one way or another, and he loves that he gets to keep them.

For reference, this will always be the Dronarry classic I refer to when I think about this ship. The way Tacky explored the implications and complications of a triad relationship in its early stages (I am so fucking weak for that mix of want, jealousy and vulnerability) combined with exquisite characterization is so well executed I could cry. Beyond that banger of a starting line (“Big hands,” Draco says, and blushes) that made me blush and squeal in delight, Harry’s POV is a triumph. He’s genuinely lovely and relatable in all his yearning and insecurities, soft and longing for both Draco and Ron. The ideia of him realizing that he gets to be loved by, and keep the two people he loves the most in the world, makes my heart burst with warmth. I can pinpoint all the small, quiet but meaningful moments that made my breath stutter and my heart beat faster. This fic is a masterclass in elaborating complex and conflicting emotions, while solving them with a light hand of tenderness and understanding. It is subtle but efficient and all-encompassing in a way that stays with you for a long time after you’ve finished reading. The perfect triad fic.

[wizard-hubris]

The Power of Love Does Not Exceed 25 Lazarii

Okay but let’s talk about the miracle.The 25 Lazarii if-they-work-together-they’re-as-strong-as-the-strongest-archangels miracle. And while I do have thoughts on the aspect of them being able to perform such a powerful miracle together (well, not thoughts as such yet. mostly it’s still just incoherent flailing and feelings), that’s not what I want to talk about.

I want to talk about why the miracle has to be so strong in order to work.

The miracle’s goal is to hide Gabriel or rather, more correctly, to keep angels and demons from recognising Gabriel’s body. Because without his memory, his angelic essence and powers, they cannot locate him. They would only be able to see him and go “Wait a minute, that new guy at Aziraphale’s shop does look a lot like the missing archangel, that seems suspicious.”

So how does it work? Not what does it do, but how? It’s supposed to be half a miracle because it is both heavenly and hellish. (Which, actually, begs a very interesting question: does Heaven only register Aziraphale’s half? As in, only Aziraphale’s miracle is 25 Lazarii and Crowley’s is the additional opposite of...whatever Hell would measure demonic powers in if it did? Sodom and Gomorrahs? Spanish Inquisitions? Or is it their combined efforts that put out the 25 Lazarii because even the two halves get combined into one full miracle?) Aziraphale contributes half and Crowley contributes half. With Crowley hiding Gabriel from angels and Aziraphale hiding Gabriel from demons. Now, whether we work under the assumption, that Heaven picks up the strength of the entire effect or just of Aziraphale’s half, that is still ridiculously powerful.

So why does it need to be that powerful? To stop people from recognising Gabriel. Especially those who are looking for him.

But who is actually looking for Gabriel? Heaven and Hell, we established that. But did we? Because I’d like to be more concrete. Out of the two sides, Upstairs seems more - pardon the pun - hell-bent on finding Gabriel to deal with him as intended. In Hell, only really Shax is seen working hard on looking for Gabriel. And why does Shax look for Gabriel? Because Beelzebub gave the order. We only see the other dukes of Hell very briefly at the end, and they do not seem particularly invested in “let’s claim Gabriel as a present for Satan” beyond his connection to Beelzebub’s betrayal of Hell. Beelzebub is the only leader in Hell truly invested in finding Gabriel. And in retrospect, we understand why. Beelzebub doesn’t want to find Gabriel for Hell but for themself. They want to find Gabriel because the two of them want to be together.

The miracle has to be strong enough to stop Beelzebub from finding Gabriel. But Beelzebub and Gabriel love each other.

What is the power of love? Well, apparently it is just short of 25 people coming back from the dead (and not in a Zombie way). Or, in other words: it takes 25 Lazarii miracles for a demon to not recognise an angel they love.

Who’s to say if that information might not become relevant ever again.

[420thewritersroom]

Redo: Electric Boogaloo

A sequel to Redo! Well, actually,

This is less of a sequel in my opinion and more of a inspiration piece as I got inspired to write Delphi, the clone of the Emperor and a little ray of sunshine. Thanks to SunnyCrunch for approving and allowing me to write our OCs being soft together. Read til the end because I'll finally put some context to who Lennox is and his whole deal with the Emperor of Mankind (and in a small extension, Delphi). Also, please do check out SunnyCrunch's twitter. I'll link not only its social, but also where you can read the twitter thread about Delphi

Characters: Lennox, Delphi, The Emperor of Mankind

Warning: Death

Word Count: 2,898

He can feel Lennox going under. His legs coming to a stuttering halt, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, the clawing fingers uselessly scratching at his arms before falling to either side of the body below him. Then, he was still, motionless. Yet, his grip did not let up. The Emperor kept his fingers locked around Lennox's neck, lifting his limp head before sending it back to the hard floor with such force a disturbing crunch could be heard as Lennox's skull shattered.

It was then that the Emperor finally let go of Lennox's damaged neck. With nary a tremble in his breath or posture, he stares contently at the corpse below him. Like a predator waiting for its poisoned prey to die from its substance, he watched the body closely, waiting for any possible signs that his work was sufficient. Lennox did not move, and this was enough for the Emperor.

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He watched in the shadows, watching as the Emperor, himself, put Lennox under, restarting the cycle. Delphi grimly eyes the servants carrying Lennox away, his gaze slowly reaching the Emperor as he silently...Judged...Delphi cannot say that he's angry, moreso, disappointed. Why? Why must it always come to this? Killing Lennox because he doesn't display the correct attitude, the proper line of thinking. Delphi silently watched the Emperor work, making his commands and expecting immediate obedience. He knows that the Emperor can sense his gaze; he's just refusing to acknowledge him in return.

There was no point arguing...No, disputing, with the Emperor about what he did (and continue to do) with Lennox. That conversation has been tried and done, with neither party coming to a consistent agreement. You know, it's strange how much one ignores about another person until they spent 10k years sharing the same insanity and decrepit state of living decay as the other. This insanity, a curse or a bond, was a part of their shared existence. The incoherent voices, the ramblings...The brokenness of his mind being projected to him. The fleeting memories of when they were one and there were only them and Lennox. The many fantasies the Emperor, he, escaped to when the insanity was like prowling wolves and their only solace was to reminisce (or better yet, make up) about memories that may or may not be accurate.

"You're supposed to be in your chambers."

The unmistakable sound of his greater half resounding in his mind doesn't alarm Delphi. Not the first, nor the last, but it certainly doesn't bring the same comfort as it did before.

"...I wished you didn't do that..." Delphi says, lips sealed, but mind connected with his greater half.

The Emperor doesn't respond, indifferently attending to his duties with his back turned to Delphi, despite the burning holes the petite man bore into him with his "wrathful" stare.

"It's not unreasonable for him to ask about his children. He will keep asking the longer you keep their bodies hidden in the palace, my lord! If this annoys you so much, why don't you dispose of them already?"

If Delphi was the man he was 30 millenia ago, the thought of him even thinking this would've brought him to his knees. But how many more deaths would he have to endure? How many more memories lost to time because the Emperor decided they didn't want to deal with even a second of Lennox's "outbursts?" At this point, Delphi just wanted this to stop. The unreasonable violence, the abuse, everything, he just wanted it all to stop.

What was more frustrating was the Emperor's persistent cold silence.

Delphi could feel a bubbling rage from within, threatening to break the emotional dam he had built up. He didn't want to scream, didn't even want to raise his voice. The Emperor can sense how he feels and how he deals with that; Delphi knows his beloved will come to terms with it...In his own time...Until then, Delphi defiantly marches away. To where, he doesn't know, and right now, he doesn't care. Lennox will be out for days before his perpetual body finally kicks back into gear. Right now, Delphi wants to be anywhere but near the Emperor.

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Brown eyes unveil behind weary eyes as Lennox woke from his slumber. Even with the braziers scattered about the room, providing a dimly lit atmosphere in the golden space, Lennox still found himself adjusting his sight to the "brightness" of the room. It took several seconds for Lennox to realize the massive mattress he rested upon, large enough to accommodate a giant. An expanse of sheets and pillows, a large majority of the cushions being strangely small compared to the sizable pillows that sat neatly at the bed's headrest. Each one a different shape, color, and has variation of use, disrupting the coordinated gold aesthetic of the room as a whole.

Lennox finds himself staring out of the many windows and open balcony that revealed the brightness outside the confines of the room. Only a satin sheet that swayed with the wind concealed what was hidden behind those openings. His mind was empty, dazed from something he couldn't recall. There's actually a lot he can't remember at this moment. But it doesn't concern him. He lies there in ignorant bliss, staring into the bright void, listening to his own heartbeat and breathing, focusing on his bodily autonomy. Then came the curiosity. His eyes wandered as Lennox grew more aware that he wasn't familiar with the room he was in.

Paintings of a man, a warrior, based on the portrait's suggestions, glowing with a heavenly light in golden armor. Hair in a static frame as it flowed in the wind, a dangerously inhuman contraption that made a lethal claw, and eyes that pierced into your soul. Lennox couldn't help but be enraptured by the figure depicted. It's the kind of fascination that one would describe as awe, "love at first sight," an inhumanly strong pull at his soul that wanted...A lot of things...

When Lennox looked at the painting, anger, love, adoration, grief, hopelessness; there was a confliction of emotions that whirlwind within that Lennox could not understand. He would excuse this as the purpose of the painting. Artists, as per their intent, pursue such crafts and lines of work to give a representation of the world around them, their inner thoughts and feelings, all conveyed on the canvas into which they poured their essence and soul. Yet, despite this reasoning, Lennox can't shake the feeling that there was more to this internal picture. That there was more to his conflicts than just what was portrayed in the image. This was a primal instinct. Like looking into a pitch-black room, staring from an impossibly high platform, glancing at the person whom you've decided in your heart that you will spend the rest of your life with. Fleeting emotions that arise in the spur of a moment, but these feelings hold a tight grip on Lennox.

Lennox pushes himself to sit up on the mattress; as comfortable as the bed was, it was unproductive to remain there like a lazy panda. But, deep down, Lennox knew he just wanted to stop staring at the picture. Mind devoid of memory, he found it hard to inspire motivation. Even his own name evaded him. But he knew this; he was hungry and thirsty, and his neck was sore. It took several minutes for Lennox to gather the courage to leave the room; the fear of wandering a place he wasn't familiar with or even knew if it was his to begin with slowly thawing away as his desire for food and drink outweighed the bubbling anxiety. Yet, before he could leave the bed entirely, the door Lennox could ascertain led to other wards in the building was cracked open.

Entering, a short man with shoulder-length hair, dark skin, and amber eyes dressed like a prince crept into the room. Perhaps what took Lennox aback more than the unexpected guest was the behemoth that followed after him. A giant clad in golden ornate armor, standing at what Lennox could guess was 10 feet. The creature moved like an animated statue, and when they came to a complete stop, they could serve as another empty armor set for the golden room. Lennox gapes in awe, admiring the size and possible strength of the warrior before him. So much so that he was taken off guard when he saw the more petite man rushing to greet him, the suddenness of his arrival adding to the unexpectedness of the situation.

"Lenny!"

Lennox is partially pushed back onto the bed as the smaller man bombs rush him, holding him tightly and burying his face into his chest. Lennox steadies himself, unsure of how to adequately react to this stranger who calls him 'Lenny.'

"You're awake. I was so sure you'd be out for longer. I came to check on you," the dark-haired individual pulls back from Lennox, their smile bright as the sun, yet their eyes look tired. Almost distant.

Seeing the man up close was like looking at a mummy in the process of being rehydrated. Their skin was an unnatural color for someone who possessed darker skin; they also looked like a recovering starved victim. Lennox only now realized his own strength, as the man's grip on him made him tense up, inadvertently flexing his muscles slightly, which caused him to be cautious when handling the smaller man.

Lennox's only response was to silently gawk at the individual, their smile faltering as they began to understand what Lennox was thinking.

"Right, you don't remember..." There's a moment of stillness between them, the dark-haired man lowering their head sadly before suddenly facing Lennox with a brighter smile. "I'm Delphi. And you're Lennox; we used to be friends! Well, I mean, we still are, if you want to!"

Lennox? It stirs a feeling of familiarity. Yes, that's his name. It fits him. It IS him.

"Delphi..." This would be the first time Lennox uttered anything, his voice filled with hidden power as he huskily spoke Delphi's name.

And this pleased him.

"Yes, yes, that's me."

Lennox couldn't help but embrace the warmth Delphi exuded. Maybe it's his smile, those almost dead but welcoming eyes, or the fact that he can't help but feel...safe around him...If Lennox had any worries or doubts before, they were silenced. All that remained was a soothed internal wind and calmed waters.

"You must be hungry. I can make you something! You always liked shakshuka! Or maybe shrimp scampi?" Delphi snaps his fingers, "Oh, how about orange cardamon cake! You always liked that."

Delphi separates himself from Lennox, excitedly rushing to another door that led to what would seem to be a kitchen. Suddenly, those calming currents stopped; all that remained was still, undisturbed waters. The instant departure shook Lennox to his core, nailing him to the bed. And the standing guardian whose presence Lennox could feel did little to help calm his nerves. Despite looking like a statue, someone was breathing in there. At least, Lennox hopes there is someone breathing in there.

"Don't worry about them; you'll get used to having them around." Delphi's voice is heard from the kitchen.

'Get used to'? As in, Lennox is expected to see them often? Assuming that he will be frequenting this place more than once, if not for the rest of his life that, he'll become accustomed to them. Although Lennox had no reason to feel this way, a bubbling dreadful feeling got stuck in his throat. He almost wished he could throw it up. Lennox supposed it was going to be a recurring theme here. He sees or hears something that unravels undiagnosed emotions inside him without context for why he felt the way he did. However, unlike earlier, he has someone who is willing and wanting to talk, compared to the soul-retching portrait.

"...Where am I?" Lennox finally finds the courage to say something as Delphi reunites with him in the bedroom, plates full of desserts and sweets.

"You're in the palace, silly!" Delphi's comforting smile immediately fades away as he remembers Lennox's condition, "Oh, wait, you don't remember. Um, my better half, the Emperor of Mankind, owns this building. And he opened his home to you."

Despite his smile, Lennox noticed the tonal dips in Delphi's voice and the struggle to maintain eye contact.

"So, I'm blessed to be under a king's roof?"

Delphi nods, holding out a spoonful of spongey cake, "a bite?"

Lennox opens his mouth comedically wide, allowing Delphi to spoon-feed him a couple bites of cake and sweets. With his mouthful, Lennox continues to ask further questions, "Am I favored to be given the privilege to live here?"

"What do you mean?" Delphi says, finishing up a personal basket of fine fruits.

"I doubt the Emperor allows strangers to roam his palace unless they are servants. Do I have a role in this palace?"

Delphi takes a moment to think, trying to find the right words to say in this situation. And it must be difficult to relay this to Lennox because he can now noticeably see the conflict in Delphi's face.

"It's...Complicated...But, our job is to keep my better half happy."

"'Our job'?" Lennox questioned.

Delphi simply nodded as he took another bite from his plate. Lennox would press further, but he had multiple questions floating in his mind; he couldn't decide which one to ask.

"That's...There are a lot of things that can make one happy. If that is our job. What are we supposed to do to keep the Emperor happy?"

Delphi thinks again, longer than usual, once again deciding which answer to provide. "We attend to his mental and physical needs, is all. Sometimes, he will come to us and let us know what he wants at any given time. My-" Delphi abruptly stops himself before making a split-second course correction, "Our beloved is always busy, especially now; he doesn't visit us as often as I would like." A hint of sadness and yearning pokes through the bright exterior.

Wait, wait, wait...This was all becoming overwhelming to Lennox. 'Our beloved?' A term only really used between lovers. So, are they concubines of the Emperor? That would DEFINITELY be something Lennox wouldn't want to forget. There was so much going on. It was hard for Lennox to wrap his head around it and to organize his questionable ducks in a row to ask them. And even more so, what the hell happened that he had completely forgotten about all of this? About Delphi? About the Emperor? Hell, about himself. Everything was a blank canvas, save for his gut feeling upon hearing all this information. And as kind as Delphi was, he wasn't sure if he could trust Delphi. Even though he has no grounds to believe otherwise, how can he know Delphi isn't taking advantage of his memory loss? He felt like a cornered dog, stuck between a wall and a hard place, with Delphi blocking his only exit. His choices being to either trust the supposed helping hand extended to him or lash out at the stranger.

Then, a calmness settled in. Lennox didn't realize he was staring into place and, in turn, did not flinch when Delphi crawled closer to Lennox, cuddling beside him. His growing winds of anxiety slowly ebbed away, the calm waters returning like before. Lennox nearly scares himself as these feelings resurface, his eyes darting this way and that before landing back on Delphi.

Delphi rested soundly next to Lennox, with a soft smile and eyes leisurely blinking as he steadily lifted a hand toward Lennox, caressing his face. "I bet you have many questions. They'll be answered in due time. Right now, can I enjoy you for a moment? Before He comes back?"

His voice was like honey to Lennox's ears; he couldn't help but cling to every word. Every fiber of his being was becoming slack, leaning into this quiet oasis. Lennox could look at Delphi for hours, admiring the hauntingly beautiful features he possessed, like sleeping next to a ghost. Lennox brings his own hand to grasp Delphis, giving it a firm squeeze and not wanting to let go.

"You have no idea how much we miss you, Lennox. Seconds become years, minutes become centuries, and hours become millenniums when you're gone." Delphi snuggles closer, "But now you're back. You're really back."

If there was any dormant resistance Lennox held on to, it had melted away like sugar cubes in hot coffee. Lennox adjusted himself to fully encompass Delphi, wrapping arms and legs around the smaller man. He smelled sweet, just like the platter of desserts and treats that Delphi loved so much. It felt nice to not worry about anything; perhaps Lennox had his perspective eschewed. Memory loss or not, becoming suspicious of everyone won't help him recollect anything faster than if he were to allow someone into his opened circle. And Delphi was the best person he could've run into to help him transition back into this world, whatever this world may be since he last remembered it.

I'm glad to be back," Lennox whispered, "And I'm sorry for leaving you."

There was a long silence between the two; Lennox could feel Delphi's grip tighten around him.

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault."

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Cringe Context Time:

So Lennox is a perpetual, and whenever he dies, he has a whole factory reset where his memories are lost to the abyss. Lennox would meet with the Emperor long before he becomes the Emperor and the two would fall in love, but not really because the Emperor took advantage of Lennox's memory-loss-after-death feature and would kill him any time Lennox either didn't immediately fall for him or didn't display "agreeable" traits that the Emperor wanted. The pair would get separated as Humanity explored the stars and Lennox would marry an Aeldari, have twins, immediately loose them because Slaanesh, and effectively killed himself as he gave up his immortal body and split his soul in two so that his children may live.

Jump to the future of 40k and the Emperor returns from the brink of death thanks to some prior shenanigans that I won't get into, but this effectively kills Lennox's children AGAIN as the Emperor revives Lennox and merges his soul back together. However, this would cause some rifts in their relationship as Lennox becomes aware of the Emperor's toxic traits (and inevitably also discovers that the Emperor killed his children), but they're both back in a vicious cycle as the Emperor tries to control Lennox by…Well…Killing him over and over again, while Lennox tries to evade the Emperor and plots against him.

In the context of this fic, Delphi, being not only a clone, but also containing a soul shard of the Emperor, he's becoming increasingly frustrated with his greater half manipulating the one they hold dear to their hearts, and simply wishes things were simpler again :(

[persephoneprice]

hey lily!! i think im in my iphigenia obsession era, i genuinely have so many incoherent thoughts about her, so i wanted to ask if u had any? i love all ur hcs so much, so i want to hear what you think of genie.

ah hello bel love the new url!! and thank you <3 it always makes me so happy to hear someone enjoys my silly little thoughts 🥹

honestly, i’ve grown to love them so much! i’ve definitely been inspired by other people’s thoughts on them and now they’ve become so precious to me <3

i love weirdo genie. like i’m fully in on them and dennis being the weird pair of the class. and i adore it so much. (to me, very loosely giving janis and damian vibes)

→ you had told me once that you headcanon her as nonbinary and using she/they pronouns and that just stuck with me. (idk why i’m giving ur own headcanon back to you).

→ i once made a post saying they made those analog horror videos on tiktok and i stand by that. or whatever the capitol equivalent of tiktok is (bc u absolutely cannot convince me that the capitol didn’t have social media). i think she loves making those weird little videos or like the liminal space ones. but they don’t have anything on the account that identifies it as theirs so no one but dennis knows it.

→ @valsansretovr posted these tags on a post and it’s literally canon to me now. i think genie and liv were super close for a very short period of time until it all fell apart and liv ditched genie for being really weird (and also bc she realized she was having a different kind of feelings for genie and it freaked her out).

→ genie definitely an indie person. if you want good, underground music recs then you know who to go to.

→ she really enjoys making and wearing cool jewelry. she’s really creative.

→ them and dennis do a lot of fun photoshoots together. she loves getting dressed up in fun costumes and doing different makeup.

→ other than dennis, sol is the only person she’s ever truly felt like she connected with.

[not-so-secret-account]

RWBY Discussion #2 — Ship Edition

those shower thoughts be hitting

now, i’ve come back here to talk about something i’ve been itching to for a while now, and have just gotten it all into words (bc tbh it’s all just been incoherent babbling inside this head of mine)

alright to whoever has watched RWBY at least to the end of volume 3, y’all will know exactly what i’m talking about.

for those who don’t, spoiler warning for volume 3.

now onto the topic of the day: Arkos.

Okay I cannot even begin how much I love this pairing, but not in the way I want them to end up together (bc frankly, that ship has been thanos snapped out if reali-💥💥💥). But I love this because of how incomplete and tragic this pairing really is when taking a deeper dive into it.

Let’s start with the gal herself, Pyrrha Nikos. Champion, and the pride of Mistral, known for her talent in combat and is basically a celebrity. People look up to her, the “Invincible Girl”, as she’s called. There are many, many people who would probably bend over backwards to be aquatinted with her, and she hates it.

Despite all the attention, all the fame, she is lonely. Even with the people clamoring to become buddy-buddy with her, it’s all for the sake of raising their own status or other advantages with being associated with the champion. Because of this, she has no real friends; Pyrrha is lonely, and stands alone on that pedestal people have put her on for a long time. So, she wants a fresh start, to go somewhere that won’t treat her as some sort of goddess whenever she steps into the public eye.

Cue Pyrrha arriving to the kingdom of Vale, where she goes to enroll at Beacon Academy. A place that, hopefully, won’t have as many people swarming around her (at the very least). Of course, she’s gotten some people trying to get into her good graces out of ulterior motives (sorry Weiss), but it hasn’t been a bad experience so far. And hey, she’s got a team now, and thankfully, with people who haven’t been bombarding her about her status.

And then, there’s Jaune. Jaune Arc — “short, sweet, rolls off the tongue (his words, not mine)”. Not a..particularly known student. In fact, he’s just a nobody in the Academy, and with next to zero knowledge about fighting or combat in general. No prior training, with only the desire to become a hero. So, it’s a wonder that he even made through initiation, much less become a team leader. And one of his teammates is none other than Pyrrha Nikos. Granted, he only survived because everyone else kicked ass and saved his, but okay — the gang’s all here, and so, the school year begins.

Circling back on the first part, Pyrrha has never had any real connections with others outside of family (presumably), so of course she’s had trouble finding friends, and let alone a deeper connection with anyone else. She can’t be genuine with anyone else because of that untouchable status of hers..until she met her team. And specifically, Jaune.

See, Jaune, when finding out of her status, didn’t..really think too much on it. Of course, she’s held to a degree of respect, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t a person, either. Jaune, unlike most people, treated her like an equal, a *friend.* And that was the first thing that had gotten her to form a good bond with him. And with the time that bond formed, vulnerabilities started to show from either side, with each confiding in one another of secrets (though that was mainly on Jaune’s part). And when taking into account that this was the first guy to have shown interest in her and not the status she carried, it wasn’t a surprise that she fell in love with him.

And here’s the fun part: I don’t believe this love to have been reciprocated.

While we have seen Jaune mourn her death more openly than anyone else in the series, it doesn’t mean he really loved her back romantically. Thinking back, Pyrrha had been the one person who’s gone out of her way to help him become a hero, the one thing he strived for. To him, she was a great mentor — an inspiration. And the person who’s pushed him in the right direction back at Beacon. Pyrrha was an amazing friend and person, who gave all her time and effort to train her own team leader, and for a while, Jaune believed all that had gone to waste into someone who didn’t deserve it. He didn’t think he deserved a friend like Pyrrha, and he sure as hell didn’t after her death; Jaune blamed himself for not being able to save Pyrrha in her time of need, compared to when she was present for his. And it wasn’t until the Fall of Beacon when he realized the degree of care she really had for him. And y’know what? He feels guilty. Guilty that he never knew of how deep her care went, and that he took her kindness for granted, because he could only take a fraction of it.

And that’s why I love Arkos. On one hand, it’s an unrequited love, and on the other, the lost of a friend who gave too much, and got little in return.

More RWBY-related rants coming soon to a page near you, stay tuned 👍

[justthatspiffy]

so anyway here's a near incoherent book review

so i was an arc reader and i really thought it would be bad but it wasn't bad and that was a good surprise

the gifted heart by tiffany davis if you're interested

i would recommend it kind of if only because it couldn't hold my attention and i stopped reading about halfway through but i kind of want to know what happens

cool cool worldbuilding, very setting-immersive, magic system i haven't seen before (tbh one reason i cannot pay attention this little brain does not want to hold new magic systems)

its biggest flaw was i could not connect to the characters at all. i think the writing ended up more descriptive than experiential, like we did get narration on what our protag was feeling but it was so surface that either she's the flattest character in the world or we didn't get enough info. thus the romance comes off as severe internalized heteronormativity ("wow the only boy i've met who's my age, we get along" and narratively i think he was framed as a love interest but she's. literally not into him. the other guy initially is older than her which can be like exciting enticing, but it's all flat flat flat. then the other other guy is the king i guess but at that point i was too tired)

i think there's something also with the pacing, like with that lack of digging into relationality things just keep happening. event event event with little protag commentary sprinkled in give us some time show us she is wringing her hands she is sweating she is having nightmares because her whole community got slaughtered while she was away gathering herbs idk man it's. oop the knights came gotta go.

the other thing that kills me is this sort of interesting spiritscape and she's talking to the dead and controlling the pseudo-damned dead, but what could be a really unique expanse just gets hard shoved into a christian framework of "good people go to the blessed, bad people become lost" and the lost float around like shell ghosties or whatever. i love shell ghosties but i feel like i missed some lore or there's a weird thing happening here. what a way to be damned. and the way the characters talk about their fantasy religion is just. light christian "jesusfigure gives us gifts and he's guiding our paths"

i mentioned the protag feels very flat, and we're not getting deep gritty inner conflict from her (she's warranted a little more external interpersonal conflict too) and i'm like. is she a mary sue? but then her little friend learns he has the controlling planets and elements magic so whammo. surprise subtle misogyny. she's like helping him but it's weird that you're like "is the protag op" and then the author swoops in like "watch her male friend be so much more op"

[highkroft]

I did not know why Lucidius had me follow a young scholar. He had no connection to the Order of Dena. Not the Formless Storm, the Deep Ones, or even Mycelia. Of course. I hadn't realized what he was until he traveled back to that mountain temple.

I didn't know that anything remained of it. But the Stoneweavers have been gathering talent from every corner of Sval'land for this purpose.

Over a hundred expert stoneweavers, touched by the Northern Star, rebuilding the Crucible of Stories.

That accursed failed attempt took so many lives.

While I pondered the reason for the reconstruction, Lucidius the Champion held aloft the Artifact of Meridia. I've seen Relics of old being used, but the Artifacts of Skyldings are something else.

The complete destruction of century long project took only 3 minutes

Meridia's "grace" spared only one soul. A young Dwarf who was a prodigy of Stoneweaving. We found him muttering incoherently about a beacon of unity and a way to unite the broken halves. We were able to get what I assume is his name, Anguli.

A talent like his would be beneficial for my plans if Lucidius hadn't whisked him back to the Golden Coast.

I need to find a way to separate Lucidius from Meridia's Artifact. If the Golden Chalice is in his hands, then I cannot succeed

-Solitary page found on the desk of Fennarick Highkroft in his study behind locked doors.

I found this as soon as I got back to my study after returning Anguli's autobiography. While this sheds light on a few points, it opens up a mass of more mysteries. Firstly, this event is not within the autobiography, instead a vastly different story was written about his call to faith.

I have no way to verify the authenticity of the letter aside from typographical styles and the age of the parchment. However the they speak of the Deep Ones, which I've only learned of recently. Perhaps the author could be associated with them or the cults that follow them. The author could also be different from the one who delivered the document. The motives should be suspect either way.

Too many thoughts are rushing through my mind. Koda would know what to make of this, but it has been 3 months since I've seen from him or the others. I'm going to request a new room and any books on the "Northern Star" and Anguli's ramblings.

[thescarsilivewith-if]

I appreciate that Val's very pragmatic, a planner as well as a go-getter. They saw the corruption and the taint and the misdeeds of the clergy and rather than turn away from it, the immersed themselves in it, twisted it around their fingers like twine, letting the connection grow to pull and tug, to puppeteer as needed.

I also really appreciate that Val has very, very firm boundaries and a lot of self-respect and is very open about having their own agenda? (Or at least it seems obvious from the asks/snippets, who knows what it'll look like in game.) I think a lot of (my) MCs could appreciate someone who goes "I'm helping you for X reason, that's what I'm getting out of this." because it's a lot more concrete than a nebulous "I must because you should be Monarch." It'd leave them without a "In about ten years, Val will show up and will want to be rewarded with something I cannot give." feeling.

I think what Simp Monarch Zaire would want to do with Val would be a lot of... casual emotional intimacy? Since Val needs a bit of time to warm up to physical affection, Zaire would really enjoy just sitting near them and hearing about Val's past, struggles they faced. What kind of ideas they have about the future. Or even just little anecdotes about an event which made Val smile. Or if they hit a low during their day, where they wished they could take a break. To hear Val open up to him, to talk about their hopes and dreams and fears.

To simply... exist around each other. To be honest and vulnerable around each other.

Bonus: Zaire would like for Val to pick out his jewelry and outfits to wear on certain days. It would make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

And, nsfw bit coming up:

Zaire just wants Val to tell him what to do in the bedroom and to hear that he's doing a great job at pleasing Val. Man's got a reassurance/praise kink, to the surprise of 0 people. He'd also very much like to get Val off as many times as possible, if they've got the time to spare. Few things please him more than seeing his lovers turn into incoherent messes. He'll practically glow. Maybe he'd also like to try bondage one day, with Val tying him up, once the thought doesn't make his anxiety spike because of recent past experiences.

(Sorry for not answering earlier, I kept this for a while because it was such a delightful ask to receive)

Valaahr indeed manages to be a schemer but also very direct, especially in stating what they want and in getting it. They believe it is the best approach especially in dealing with politics. If they have to threaten someone, they'll state it outright so that the consequences will be clear. If they bargain, they'll explain what they and the other party gets from it. They might omit something, once in a while, but in general they end up being quite clear in their intention while also not fully showing their cards.

You know, I think Val would like this casual time spend together a lot because for one they love talking, but this is also a way for them to get to know the monarch and feel progressively more bonded.

If Valaahr picked up Zaire's desire or he told them outright about their desire, they would leave some clothes/jewellery for the monarch to find in their room during the morning or during the day, so that Zaire can put them on. It would maybe feel too intense doing it in person, but like this they can both get what they want out of it.

NSFW

Praise kink? Valaahr will be like a bird of prey on it as soon as they take notice of it. Zaire comes undone when reassured/prompted? Val will be so full of praises and so proud for everything their lover manages to accomplish.

Zaire could even convince Valaahr to try bandage on them, but only if they know he is 100% comfortable with it, because Valaahr wants him to know that he is in control at all times

[icerosecrystal]

An Unexpected Turn Of Events

Mominette Month 2021

Day 01 - Find A Child

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Authors note: Hi, everyone! Just one quick to let you all know so that this fic is not confusing for you. This fic is a reverse Robin fic. In other words, Dick is the youngest instead of the eldest, and Damian is the oldest instead of the youngest. This same thing applies to all of the other bat children as well.

Marinette sighed in relief as she finished rifling through her purse. She had woken up late and had hastily left her hotel room for her consultation. She had thankfully not left behind anything that she would need during the consultation. Feeling a bit paranoid, she looked once more through her purse, and there was the tape measure, pencils, notebook, sewing kit, and the NDAs. She may or may not have flipped through the grimoire belonging to the guardians and found the spell for expanding the space in her purse to be the way it was for her yo-yo when she transforms into Ladybug. Unlike her yo-yo, the expansion was still limited. But the extra space was still beneficial.

As Marinette was walking, she pulled out her phone to look at the time. 9:50, she thought, leaves me enough time to get to Wayne Tower by 10:00 if I want to be on time. As she was putting her phone away, she felt something hit her legs and torso. She let out a slight oof at the unexpected weight against her lower body. As she peered down, she saw a cute boy, probably around eight years old clinging onto her legs. He had black hair, and as he looked up at her with teary eyes, she saw the most devastating sparkling blue eyes she had ever seen. His slightly chubby cheeks were flushed pink, and his nose also had a pink tinge to it. The flushness was probably a result of the choked sobs he was currently letting out.

As Marinette looked around, she realized that none of the nearby grown-ups looked to be his parents, nor did they look like they were missing a child. She bent down and smiled softly at him, hoping to calm him down a bit. After a beat or two, her smile seemed to do the trick, and his sobs reduced down to a few tears. Once she knew that he had calmed down, she softly whispered, “ Hey, honey. Are you lost? Do you want me to find your parents?”

He sniffled a few times before replying with a slight tremor in his voice, “Yes. Please help me find my Boose.”

“Your Boose?” Marinette questioned.

“Yes,” he slightly whimpered, “Boose is my new daddy. My other daddy and mommy had to say goodbye to me.”

Marinette gasped in shock at his words. This poor kid, so young, and yet his parents were gone. Dead. Marinette thought about the many akumas which her parents didn’t survive. She then shook herself out of her thoughts. Come on, Marinette. Stop worrying about yourself all time. Your parents are okay now. But this kid is lost! Get out of your head! Steeling herself, she gently asked him, “What’s your name, hon? Mine is Marinette, but you can call me Mari..”

Surprised by the kindness and warmth in her voice, he stuttered out, “Richard… but I like Dick better. Richard sounds old. I’m not old!” He then shyly added, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. You have a pretty name.”

Marinette smiled as she saw his confidence growing with every word he spoke. Marinette laughed aloud at the words he shyly said, “It’s nice to meet you too.” She then questioned, “Do you remember where your daddy is?”

Dick was now bouncing on his heels, and he squealed out in excitement, “Yes! My daddy is in the big, tall building with the huge ‘W’ on it!”

The corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. Dick’s excitement was infectious. His words then caught up to her. Well! It looked like luck was on her side after all! She would have enough time to get Dick back to his dad and still be on time for her consultation. She stood back up and then smiled down at him, “Well, I’m heading there too! So why don’t I take you back to your daddy?”

Dick nodded his head rapidly before holding her hand with his much smaller one. They then started walking towards Wayne Tower. Dick continued to babble on about the most random of things. He talked about his grumpy older brother, who it seemed begrudgingly liked him. He also discussed the many pets his older brother had. It also seemed like Dick’s adoptive dad had a slight problem with adopting too many children from what could be told from the many siblings that Dick mentioned.

When the door of Wayne Tower came into sight, Dick stopped talking, allowing them to walk in comfortable silence. As she was about to speak to ask him where in the building his father worked or the name of his dad, Dick blurted out, “I like you, Miss Mari. Can you be my mommy? I don’t have a new one yet!”

Marinette stopped in shock before trying to stutter out something, anything, but all of her words were incoherent. What do you say in response to a question like that, she thought to herself? She saw Dick looking at her for an answer, and after a while, he decided to pull out some puppy eyes. Shoot! Marinette thought. I need to say something to stall for time. At least until I get him to his dad. She reassured him, “I am thinking about my answer, Dickie! But how about we first get back to your daddy, and then we talk about it?”

Dick contemplated her words before nodding in agreement and practically bouncing through the doors. Marinette sighed in relief and also walked through the doors. Her head was down as she speculated what she should do about Dick’s question. Suddenly, a rough voice spoke up in front of her, “Hello. Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I presume.”

Marinette lifted her head, and there in front of her was Bruce Wayne, her newest client. And clinging to him was the very boy that was holding her hand just seconds ago. She suddenly remembered hearing something about Bruce Wayne adopting the son of some acrobats who were in an accident. The name of the kid was Richard Grayson! She hadn’t made the connection!

Realizing that Bruce was looking for an answer, she hastily stuck out her hand, stuttering, “That is correct, Monsieur Wayne. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He stared at her hand before gently taking it and raising the back of her hand to his lips. “Please, the pleasure is all mine. Let’s make our way upstairs.”

She blushed at his gentlemanly actions before squeaking out a small, “Let’s.” The three of them climbed into the elevator and went to the top floor of the building. The doors of the elevator opened up, and Bruce gestured for her to go first. She did so and looked around at the beautiful interior of the building that she had not yet noticed. Bruce then opened up the door to what seemed to be his office. Inside she saw there to be seven kids. She smiled at them in greeting. Most of them smiled back at her. The exception to this was what looked to be the oldest and one of the younger ones. (Damian and Jason, if you didn’t figure it out.)

Marinette felt Bruce step closer so that he was next to her before he spoke once more, “These are all of my children, biological, adopted, or otherwise.” He pointed to the man with stunning green eyes stating, “This is my oldest son, Damian. He’s 22.” Damian gave a tight-lipped smile in response, along with a slight tilt of his head.

Next, Bruce gestured to what looked to be the second oldest saying, “This is Tim. He’s 18 years old.” He was sipping coffee and giving the briefest of nods to her. He looked seconds away from collapsing.

He then acknowledged a blonde girl, remarking, “This is Stephanie, but she likes to be called Steph. She’s 17 years old.” The girl seemed to be bouncing in place and close to bursting from excitement.

He pointed to a rough-looking boy stating, “This here is Jason. He just turned 15. He’s a few months older than the next youngest.” The boy smirked at Marinette in acknowledgment of his introduction.

Bruce finally gestured to a girl with Asian features saying, “This is Cassandra or Cass. She’s 14, but like I said, a few months younger than Jason.” The girl seemed to be peering through her very soul. After gazing for a few seconds, she hummed in what Marinette deemed to be satisfied as if she liked what she saw.

Bruce then turned towards her, “And you’ve already met Richard or Dick. Thank you for bringing him back.”

Marinette smiled in acknowledgment of his compliment before replying, “It was nothing Monsieur Wayne. He was all alone, so I had to help him. But he was delightful the whole time. Now as for what I came here for, what type of clothes have you been looking for–”.

But before she could continue, Dick blurted out, “Daddy, I like Ms. Mari! Can we keep her? I want her to be my mommy!”

The result was instant. The room burst into a flurry of noises, each of Bruce’s kids trying to speak over one another. Marinette was blushing very brightly. In fact, from how hot her face felt, she was sure that she was inventing new shades of red. Marinette looked over to see Bruce’s reaction and squeaked when she saw him staring at her with a sharp, analytical gaze.

Marinette took a few breathes to calm herself down. She then softened both her gaze and voice as she addressed Dick, “Dickie, honey, as much as I loved meeting you and talking with you, I, unfortunately, cannot be your mommy. Bruce is your daddy, and he will someday find a lovely lady who will be your mommy.”

At her last sentence, all or most of the kids seemed to have snorted in amusement. It seemed as if they disagreed with her statement. Dick looked sad and seemed to be growing teary-eyed. Marinette looked over to Bruce for some help but only found him concealing the amusement that he was most likely feeling quite well. If she hadn’t been Ladybug, she probably would have never noticed the slight bit of emotion peaking through his mask. She glared at him reproachfully as if saying, this is your kid, so you need to help me convince him that I would not make a good mother.

He rolled his eyes in return as if trying to say, Don’t kid yourself. You would make an excellent mother. And you’re already attached to him, don’t deny it.

As Marinette sighed in response, Bruce turned away from her towards Dick and knelt to his level. He then gently said, “Now Dick. Miss Mari can’t be your mommy.” Marinette started nodding as if agreeing with Bruce’s words. But then stopped when he continued, “But she can visit you and maybe one day be your mommy.”

Marinette opened and closed her mouth, no words coming out. Before shyly looking down before raising her head, stammering, “Well, I guess I could visit.”

All the kids started cheering in response. The exception to this was Damian. But the corner of his lips was slightly raised as if the start of a smile. Dick bounded over to her, hugging her and babbling out everything he wanted to do with her. And in all the chaos, Marinette’s and Bruce’s eyes met. They both exchanged small smiles.

Marinette then clapped her hands together, reminding them, “I do still have to do a consultation with all of you. So how about we do that, and then we can do something fun together?” Seeing everyone’s nods, Marinette then continued with the consultation. But unbeknownst to anyone in the room, their relationship would change drastically in the coming months. But ultimately, it would change for the better.

One Year Later

It has been a year since the faithful day when Dick requested Marinette to be his mom. And since then, they only seemed to grow closer. She had met Alfred, Bruce’s Psuedo father and the children’s pseudo grandfather. She thought that he was extraordinary. And honestly godsent. She also experienced a lot of adventures with the Waynes. In fact, after only four months of knowing each other, she figured out that they were the Bat-Family. She had caught them once after patrol and raised her eyebrow as if demanding an answer, and god did she get an answer from them!

Marinette and Bruce had also started dating. This change in their relationship occurred a few weeks after she found out their identities. They were now engaged to be married in a few months. All the children had warmed up to Marinette over the months, even Damian, who always withheld his emotions. But they had all come to see her as their mother figure and were ever so grateful for her. And so they wanted to do something for her birthday.

The very morning of her birthday, everything went wrong. Marinette woke up to quite the sight. All over the kitchen was what looked to be cake batter. It seemed as if they were trying to put the baking she had taught them to good use, but they had also made the cake batter explode. Marinette and Bruce stared at the mess before they both started laughing. Marinette had a light, melodic laugh, while Bruce had a very gruff laugh.

Marinette beckoned all of them forward for a hug before proclaiming, “I love that you all were trying to do something for me, but none of you had to do anything. But it’s the thought that counts, so thank you. But next time, please stay away from the kitchen.”

She then shooed them on their way before getting two mops, handing one to Bruce as she passed by him. She kissed him on the cheek before starting to clean up the mess, Bruce following her actions. She then quietly snickered, “Well, this was quite a sight to wake up to on your birthday. I would have thought that today would have been relaxing.”

She looked up to see Bruce shoot her a small look before shaking his head in amusement. “Mari, darling, when has our lives with them ever been relaxing? They are always getting into trouble.”

She snorted in response, “Yes, well, they get it from their father.”

Bruce glared at her lightly before pulling her into a deep kiss, “I don’t know. Their mother seems to be just as chaotic sometimes.”

She shook her head in amusement, pulling herself away from Bruce’s embrace and questioning, “How is this even my life anymore?”

He chuckled lightly, alerting her that he was about to sass her in some way. “Well, from what I remember, about a year ago, you came across this kid that–”

Marinette held up a finger to his mouth, stopping him from uttering another word. She was also glaring at him reproachfully. “Yes, I do know-how. I was there. Now go away so that I can clean up the rest of the kitchen. You’re distracting me.”

He let go of his mop before giving her another deep kiss and then darting away. As he strolled out of the room, he shouted over his shoulder, “Oh, I know how distracting I am. I am well aware of how irresistible I am, ma coccinelle.” He could hear her spluttering in response before yelling back at him, but he continued on his way to his office. Along the way, he chuckled to himself.

Back in the kitchen, Marinette was glaring at nothing. She was also plotting ways to show her fiance who the irresistible one was. She then sighed in happiness. Yes, her life was amazing. A year ago, if someone told her this would be her life, she wouldn’t have believed it. But now she was living it, and god was it amazing. Funny what finding a child will do to you, Marinette thought to herself before carrying on with her task of cleaning up the mess her kids had made. Yeah, life was amazing.

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

[soldmysoultootomeboys]

Hi! Can I request headcannons for the human brothers accidently summoning an angel mc instead of a demon and the angel mc insisting on sticking around and helping them?

The other brothers: :) Satan: >:)

This has been in the drafts for too long. I really love the absolute mood switch between Lucifers and Mammons. And just Satans in general ig.

Lucifer

After years of religious trauma at the hands of his father Lucifer finally thought he was free of any connection to the church. Summoning a flaming seraphim at 3 in the morning was not a pleasant way to find out that he was wrong.

As for you, being summoned for the first time in your long long life was an unwelcome surprise. You were a seraphim for heaven's sake. The cream of the crop, highest of the high, and that wasn’t pride speaking only facts. You were crucial to running the celestial realm.

But somehow you’re undeniably tied to his human. You could feel where his soul became intermeshed with your very essence. How wrong it felt to be tied to something so mortal, and delicate, and free.

Any attempts to leave would surely be met with disaster.

So you stay. Lucifer is cold. You can’t blame him. Being there reopens old wounds that he’d rather have remained closed. But just ignoring each other isn’t going to work.

He’s not interested in the celestial realm, and despises any blessing you try and give him, but a fresh cup of coffee during an all-nighter seems to make him brighter than any magic you could do and when you run your hands through his hair he looks at you with more fondness than you can comprehend.

You learn to be more human. He learns to let go of the past.

And one day you find that you don’t want to leave anymore.

For celestial sake that thought should as well be treason! But it’s true.

It’s a spring afternoon and Lucifer plays celestial lullabies on his piano and you want nothing more than for the beautiful night to come so you can sweep him in your arms and remind him how he glows.

You don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, but you know that this human is yours and you are his. To rip off your wings would be to find solace in his arms. But you can not give him that. This he knows.

So you promise to protect him, in words he can’t hear but he understands. The spread of your wings shield him from the world and you press blessings to his skin in the shape of the crescents in his back and your lips on his neck. If nothing else you’ll keep him safe. When the world seems too big and the stress of his life gets him down you’ll always be here for him to crawl back to. You can give him that much.

Mammon

That was it

You had to have been assigned the stupidest human in the world

When you were promoted to guardian angel you kinda thought it would be more ‘protecting orphans’ and ‘guiding lost puppies back home’ NOT watching a grown man spend his last paycheck on his eighth Nigerian prince scam

Seriously mammon? Did the prophetic dreams you sent mean nothing? The visions of the future he coincidentally had after hitting his head on a light post, only simple illusions? What more could you try beyond simply marching down their and clocking him on the head yourself?

...unless

Raphael would have your wings if you went to the human world. But that would be a lot less painful that having to watch whatever Mammon was going to do with all the rubber cement he just bought.

The next morning you decide to sneak down. The city was amazing, all colored light and fun machines that whizzed by you on the streets

But you had to stay focused

You were an angel on a mission

You made your way towards central park. Mammon went there every morning to swindle tourists out of their wallets. If you were fast you’d get there before the first patrol office started chasing him.

Spotting the albino you marched straight towards him, readied yourself, and smacked him over the head.

Maybe not very angel-like but it worked.

One introduction later and you're officially a guardian angel

Mammon’s actually pretty nice once you get to know him. Sure he may be a bit too obsessed with lining his pockets but for all his talk he never hesitates to try and help you out.

Consistent affection and care is good for him. He never really knows how to react when you wrap your wings around him but even with his tsundere objections it's obvious he’s pleased.

He’ll take whatever scraps of affection you’ll give him and practically beams at every little gesture you do, no matter how small or insignificant.

You do have to be careful though.

At his request you had attempted to bless him with a bit of luck. An easy enough spell for an angel like you (even if you were 90% sure he planned to go gambling after). Whatever scheming he’s doing immediately stops the moment you cup his face. He seems to freeze when you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek

You were about to congratulate yourself on a spell well done when you noticed the condition he was in. He was like a living statue, a statue with a very very red face

Before you can ask what was wrong he flails pushing you away and darting off to his room

Any attempts to speak to him the rest of the day were met with incoherent shouting.

It might be best to withhold any magic until you can figure out how humans work

Levi

Once again Levi’s dedication to anime gets him into trouble

It started with his most recent obsession, a new anime that follows a group of angels, produced by the famous company, Dove. The plot, the animation, the soundtrack, all of it was amazing so when they came out with a new limited edition item featuring the very symbol that the main character wore he just had to have it

The moment it came he was setting it up on its own altar, a handmade replica just like in the show only for- Oh no

Before his eyes burst a shining visage of light and then you

You blink in surprise, whether it's from taking a human form for the first time in decades or the strange new room you were in, only you know

The scene may be foreign but the guy quivering on the floor was not

BE NOT AFRAID

Your booming voice echoes around the room

For some reason the guy begins to freak out even more

Didn’t he see your halo? You even told him to not be afraid. Were humans really so strange? :(

Oh well. You hum making your aura as comforting as possible and slowly the guy calms down enough for you to coax him into a seat as you begin to explain.

Which might not have been the best move.

The moment it sunk in he was bombarding you with questions

Yes you were an angel, no you didn’t know what anime was, yes you had wings, no you didn’t have any secret ultimate moves...whatever those were

He ranted and raved over this and that and you let him. He seemed like he needed someone to talk to. It also let you piece together what had happened.

He seemed to be a natural sorcerer, and a powerful one at that if he could someone an angel with no training or even knowledge that he could do magic

Just a few minutes in his presence made his self loathing obvious. Mix in a bit of anxiety and envy and you essentially have Levi in a nutshell

So you decide to stay

What kind of angel would you be if you just left him here? Michael would understand.

Or he wouldn't, it didn’t really matter because you already made up your mind.

Living with Levi is an experience for both of you.

He introduces you to so many new things. He had little boxes that could control light and screens containing actual people to talk to. It was all quite fanciful

In return you act as his friend, encouraging him to go out with you and attending cons with him, even if you still weren't exactly sure what cosplaying is

Slowly he begins to open up for you

He’s still nervous to go out in public, and a complete introvert at heart.

But that was fine. You could both figure out this new world together, at your own pace

Satan

Definitely was not trying to summon a demon to lay havoc on his enemies

Nope, not him he says all while trying to casually kick away vials of mysterious fluids

...Right

You’ve been down to the human world enough to know a demon summoner when you see one

Or in this case a failed summoner

He has no excuse for why he called you and instead seems more insistent that you leave

As much as you you might like to return to the celestial realm, you cannot in good conscience leave a man that you know is going to try and raise hell on earth the moment your gone

So you stay, and it's a good thing you do

This man has anger issues like no other

You thought Raphael was bad this guy is like a demon himself

However he seems willing to try and make the best of what he considers a bad situation

He asks you a lot of questions on the celestial realm

For a guy who knows so much about the devildom he seems to really be lacking on any knowledge on the other celestial beings

He mostly asks you questions on the celestial war, which is a touchy topic at best and downright upsetting at worst

He’s very interested in your opinions as your point of view is very different from his own, what with being a different species and everything

You learn things too, mostly about humans and cats but you suppose its a fair trade

Because of this you become close friends

You really win him over when he finds out your calming aura naturally attracts the stray kittens Satan's been trying to pet for the last few months

It’s not uncommon to head out to late night coffee shops and discuss the merits of different aspects of your lives

But maybe you’ve gotten a bit to close when he starts asking you to revise his summoning notes

Asmo

Apparently a lifetime of partying has prepared Asmo for some very weird discoveries

When you're sent down to the human world you have one job, find and keep an eye on the potentially dangerous summoner who's been in contact with multiple high level demons in the past few days.

Instead you end up meeting Asmo

You were prepared for a fight, not to be tackled into a hug the moment you revealed yourself

Asmo on the other hand is squealing with excitement

Sweetie, he's been waiting for this moment! This is his first time meeting an angel after all

He immediately begins talking about everything he wants to do

You quickly find out that he hasn’t made any pacts...yet, if only because he “couldn’t bear to damage his skin with such an ugly mark”

...Well you suppose that's a reason to not sell your soul

Even thoughts he's aware of the three realms it doesn’t make him any less enamoured with you

He’s never met an angel, he’s quick to mention. He’d love to get to know you, if you get what he means ;)

Are all humans so upfront?

If you decline he still wants to see your true form, even after you explain that no, if you transform you will not just be a beautiful angel with wings but instead a glowing mass of eyes and feathers and angelic light that will probably end up blinding him

Blinded because of your beauty ;) ;) ;)

That said he’s easily satisfied when you just bring out your wings.

He loves fussing with them and decorates them with jewelry and roses whenever you leave them out

He even starts an angel trend on insta after posting a photo as if they were coming from his back instead

Claims your glowing aura is great for his skin

You’re not sure if that’s a pick up line or if he’s serious but he definitely basks in your presence

Loves when you talk about the celestial realm, somewhere he desperately wants to go

I mean it's the only place that's fit for a beauty like him right? But of course he can’t die yet, his fans would be sooo upset

You agree to bring him up there one day, even if that sounds a little morbid

Of course he asks you to become his guardian angel

That may not be your actual job but you can’t resist his puppy dog eyes

You and him go pretty much everywhere together, bar some more xxx rated sites

He introduces you to parties and bars, and while you don’t indulge it's enjoyable to see humans in their natural element. They’re so fun and free spirited just like Asmo

Maybe that's what attracted you to him in the first place

He loves life for what it is, something so admirably human

But you don’t slack off either. You take your role as Official Guardian Angel seriously. You guard his drinks when he goes to the bathroom, and hum celestial lullabies when he’s sad and escort him down dark alleys when walking home. He has nothing to fear with you around.

You’ve become very fond of this human. Perhaps you’ll stick around a bit longer than you planned

Beel

It’s rare to be assigned to a human so...mundane

But that’s exactly what Beel is. He goes to the gym in the mornings, works a nine to five, and comes back home to his dog

He even has a good relationship with this family, do you know how hard that is to find in this day and age???

The only thing even slightly abnormal about this guy is his appetite

He could put a gluttony demon to shame with the way he eats

But the point is you really can’t figure out why you’ve been assigned to him or how your supposed to guide him

Eat a little less? Stop stealing your brother's lunch?

It’s the first time in a long while you’ve been so stumped

So you do what any sane angel would, go down to the human world to meet him yourself

He’s a likeable guy and it’s easy to get close to him, more so do to your angelic status

Although it’s surprising how well he takes the whole angel revelation

To be honest your pretty sure he forgets most of the time

He tends to follow you around, especially at night when he insists on walking you to wherever you need to be. It’s sweet even though there's little that can really harm you in the human realm

You quickly realize that he’s the type to have nightmares, usually calling out for one of his brothers or his sister

It’s become habit to wake up and head to his room

Just being there seems to calm him down

The first time he wakes up when your doing this he ends up asking you to stay

Isn’t shy about sharing the bed either.

He’s easy going so goes along with whatever idea you have

Especially when he starts finding snacks in his bag, each one blessed for a good day or to stay full or whatever little thing you thought of that day

Belphegor

Humans can’t see angels. Not unless they want to be seen, you remind yourself for what must be the tenth time.

But you’re almost certain that guy is looking right at you.

Step to the left, his head follows

To the right, his eyes narrow looking at you like your some puzzle he just hasn’t figured out yet

…this was fine

You turn around pretending to just not see him in hope that he’ll get distracted by something else

...you glance back. Why was he still looking at you? What is with this creep?

Enough is enough.

You march over there ready to ask what his problem is. Instead he beats you to it.

Eh? You’re an angel right? He asks before you can say anything.

???? Shouldn’t he sound more shocked.

The guy just sleepily blinks. He doesn’t look like a sorcerer or a witch, in fact you can’t feel any magic from him at all.

You go to ask only to realize he’s sound asleep. It’s not like you could just leave him here. And at the same time a human who can just see angels is an oddity of itself.

You decide to hang around for a while. Belphegor doesn't mind. He only says something about it being "too troublesome to drive you off," and "you'd look like you'd just come back anyways"

Belphie sticks to you like glue, if glue was absolutely insufferable and seemed to enjoy annoying you at every possible moment

You would think this would be easy. I mean he sleeps all day and when he’s not sleeping he’s napping. Simple enough right? Wrong

When he was awake he was committed to pushing every single button you have

If it seemed like it might inconvenience or annoy you he was already doing it. Trying to smack your halo, pounce on you, or even jump off the roof just to see you scramble to catch him. He was like some terrible terrible cat

Luckily he was never energetic for long. When he wore himself out he’d retreat to the roof of his crappy one bedroom and wait for you to join him

He liked to look at the stars and he’d point them out to you. Orion, Polaris, Sirius, he would mutter, bringing you back to the days when Michael, who was once so fond of you, would sneak you down to the human world just to show you the stars and darkness the celestial realm could not offer

When he finally got tired you would take over reciting Celestial names and marking the sky with your finger just to show him where they’d be.

Those times were pleasant. Even if they were brief.

“I’m gonna jump.”

“Do it.”

“You’re an angel. Aren’t you supposed to stop me before I do something stupid?”

“You won't.”

“Aight. Bet.” Belphie pitches forward and you just manage to catch him by the leg before he falls off the roof.

Brat.

Always ruining a good moment.

You can’t even be mad. The moment you pull him up he’s already resting his fluffy head in your lap waiting for you to pet him.

He may be the most troublesome human in the entire three realms, but he’s your human

[rottingskunk]

Whats the deal with hook ups and blind dates?

A demiromantic lesbian rambles: the blog

If i sound incoherent lets blame me waking up at a good early time(7am—).

Disclaimer: This is not meant to sound pretentious it is only my thoughts on the matter if you do these congrats have fun stay safe!

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Recently through the years i realized to myself i was part of the ace spectrum. I mostly identified with being demiromantic/sexual as well as greysexual. With this in mind you might have more context as to what I’m thinking about.

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For years i couldn’t wrap my head around the concept of blind dates. Other people seem to understand it better and sometimes have long term partners from it. Me? I just don’t see myself doing that. I want to be the one who chooses who i get to date not let someone choose them for me. I wouldn’t mind suggesting someone, i just wont always pursue them? Its not their fault in any means its just that I don’t have my head fully on the blind date thing.also i just feel bad if i don’t feel a connection between the person and i :((

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Hook ups, yey,,,? Im not gonna be too detailed on the spicier sides of this concept bc im unsure of tumblr censorship 😍! Anywho I also didn’t get these, still don’t. In concept in theory i understand it is for instant gratification, something to get with no strings attached. For me though I don’t feel the hype towards it? When i love or do that with someone it is with full passion,dedication and knowing them beyond an interaction or two. I think i would be in ruins if i tried doing this to myself knowing my passionate tendencies so i choose not to do it.This is most definitely the demisexuality / demiromantic side speaking rn.

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Consequently bc of that i end up feeling isolated? Detached? Unsure when people discuss their experiences with it. I lack the understanding or ability to wrap my head around the subject. Not because I’m grandiose and full of myself thinking “I am better than everyone else. I personally sleep with people I took the time to know while you peasants fool around.” This is not the mindset if anything I’m happy for those who partake in this granted ensure mutual safety and protection, it never hurts to be safe than sorry. I just know I won’t likely have those experiences to mutually relate to. In turn i feel desperate and longing to try those things but knowing full well i clash with those concepts most definitely, i stop myself.

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What was the point of this whole blog post? Nothing much really just spilling my thoughts on allosexual concepts i cannot grasp for myself for personal means. Is this gonna be thrown into the void? Most definitely but i hope someone relates to this post I suppose.Anywho have a lovely day everyone! This is ambrose signing off with a community gif🏃💨

[starbornvalkyrie]

ACOSF USA BOOK TOUR NOTES

Hey y’all! I just attended the LiveTalks Los Angeles event with Sarah J Maas and Eva Chen!! I took lots of notes so I wanted to share them with you all! They’re a little incoherent on the page, so it might seem a crazy, they jumped topics a lot. Feel free to chat with me about what she talked about! But first.

MY RULES:

NO SHIP OR CHARACTER SLANDERING. I know that we all may have different opinions. I will not offer my opinions here, this is purely informational for those of you who did not have the opportunity to attend this event.

PLEASE NO ARGUING IN MY COMMENTS OR ASK BOX WITH ME OR ANYONE ELSE WHO COMMENTS

Acknowledge that I am not perfect and may not have written down everything perfectly. I did my best while still trying to enjoy the event.

I AM NOT SARAH J MAAS AND CANNOT INTERPRET WHAT SHE MEANS

I’m tagging this with #acosf spoilers and #acosfspoilers just in case.

If you understand and can abide by these rules, keep reading below the cut, and enjoy!

SJM said it was weird doing this event from her living room where you might be able to hear her dog in the background or her son trying to get into the room.

ACOSF started as a passion project while she was writing ACOWAR! It was never anything she thought she was going to publish. (more on this later)

About reading and writing growing up

in middle school, she read a lot of fantasy

in high school, she didn’t read as much, but wrote A LOT. it became her fixation, almost an obsession.

in college, she only really wrote on vacations (she had a very healthy social life hehehe) but her junior year is when she found her balance between schoolwork, writing, and socializing.

there was no plan B for her!! it was always to be an author. if it didn’t happen right away, she was going to find a job that would get her by until plan A could come to be.

her favorite author growing up was Garth Nix. She longed for books about badass women. She got to meet him and write a blurb to be on one of his books! She cries when she meets her favorite authors.

Talk about character names!

her character names come from everywhere and nowhere

sometimes she’ll just hear a name in her head and think “that’s it!” (Rhys, for example)

she needs to know the name to write the character

if the name doesn’t immediately come to her, she spends a lot of her time on baby name websites and makes lists until it clicks

sometimes the names just... connect. sometimes she doesn’t mean for them to.

it will always be uncommon. never “Frank” lol

Writing about Nesta!

on a “surface level” she loves writing when Nesta comes out to fight. for example, her favorite scene in this aspect to write was the bog scene. As soon as she got to it, it flowed out of her. The final product was almost identical to the first draft. She wrote it in one session, from the terror & tread to the “who am i?” to when she emerged--she went YES. MAJOR Mic Drop moment for her.

going deeper: definitely her overall journey was one of the favorites she’s ever written. From the dark place she’s in at the beginning to the very end. 

Writing about Nesta meant so much to her because of her own mental health. She channeled a lot of her own feelings and went on the journey with Nesta.

it was a lot of “how do you face mental health in a fantasy world without therapy and medication”

it was easy to get into Nesta’s mind but emotionally intense.

ACOSF’S BIG MESSAGE: LEARNING TO LOVE YOURSELF AND OTHERS. YOU ARE WORTH OF LOVE.

YES there is a book planned for Elain!

As soon as Nesta and Elain came onto the page again in ACOMAF, she knew they’d get their own journey.

Nesta grabbed her by the throat in book 1

She was originally contracted for only the first three books but realized there was more she wanted to explore. Essentially the “what comes next” after ACOWAR in this new world with out the wall.

FUN FACT: while editing ACOMAF/writing ACOWAR, she drunkenly told her editor at the time, “hey guess what happens next?”, and it turned into a two hour conversation about everything she wants to happen for Nesta, Elain, Mor, Azriel, etc. TWO WEEKS LATER, she gets a call saying they want to buy the stories!! Obviously, she said yes.

This allowed her to start planting the Easter eggs for these stories in ACOWAR. She knew she did not want Nesta to be sympathetic at the beginning of the book! But she did not want people to hate her.

She always has one eye on the horizon for future books.

If she could visit one court for a day, which and why?

She LOVES the season Autumn, it’s her favorite. “BUT EVERYONE IN THE AUTUMN COURT IS AN ASSHOLE”. She would want to visit the Autumn Court when no one is there so she can enjoy the beauty of Autumn.

But also she would want to go to the Summer Court because she has a thing for Tarquin but only if it’s not gross and humid.

She would ALSO want to go to the Day Court for Helion and all his libraries.

ESSENTIALLY she would want to go everywhere but Spring because Tamlin sucks and is an asshole lmao.

BEAST FORMS

SJM’s beast form would be something totally not cool or majestic like a sea otter.

Nesta’s beast form would be something terrifying and beautiful like a snow leopard/dragon hybrid, a griffin, or a sphinx. **WANTS SOMEONE TO DRAW THIS**

FUN QUESTIONS

Nesta’s favorite smutty book would be JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. She reads these books for the distraction, of course, but also for the comfort they gave her that everything turns out okay for the characters.

Nesta’s Starbucks order: cappuccino- something simple, nothing with too much sugar or whipped cream. Elain’s would be a Frappe- something delicious and sweet. SJM’s is a flat white, iced or not, but never after 2PM.

SJM usually listens to classical music and movie scores while she writes, but she’s gotten used to write in silence so that she can listen for her son’s shenanigans with Josh.

“Stay Together for the Kids” by Blink 182 semi-inspired the scene when Nesta and Cassian go back to her family’s cottage. She can hardly explain why.

WRITING ADVICE

Write what you love, not what you think you should be writing.

Give yourself permission to suck. Her first drafts are shit and are usually accompanied with an email that says “I know I need to fix this, this and that” lol.

WRITE THE DAMN THING. Vomit on the page!

YOU CAN’T FIX A BLANK PAGE.

Her least favorite part about the publishing process is the first pass of copy edits, those last minute checks and balances. But once it’s off to the printer, it’s not her problem anymore.

She’s every publisher’s worst nightmare because she sends it off to the printer at the LAST possible minute.

For reference: Throne of Glass was finished almost... a year and a half? ...before it hit shelves, but ACOSF was finished this past fall.

MAIN CHARACTER TALK

All of her heroines have a piece of her.

SJM’s personality is a hybrid of Bryce and Nesta.

Feyre and Nesta got most of her in terms of learning to be empowered.

She has to have a connection to them in order to write them. It’s an out of body, method acting experience.

MISCELLANEOUS

She said “CC2 is a year from now.”

She started writing ACOTAR in 2008 before she published TOG.

She loves the story and dynamic of Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Cassian is Elizabeth. Nesta is Darcy.

And that’s all I have, folks! Thank you for reading, I hope you got something out of this!