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"How many messages did he leave for you?" She asked.

"That makes fifty-three since this morning." Maxwell muttered.

I'd be chucking my phone away 🤣

"Where are we sitting?" Riley asked. "About that..." He winced while leading her to a seating chart. "Olivia put me at her table.

OMG again I am questioning motives here - is it because it really is just protocol, or is Olivia wanting to use this chance to grill Max, or does she just want him near her...?

He sincerely did, not just for a chance to relax and cut loose, but because he dreaded what the next few hours would do to him while being forced to have an up close and personal view in Olivia's dogmatic pursuit of Liam. A man could only stand for so long to see the one he wants most want someone else.

Dukes and duchess are always invited to the head tables. Why couldn't my ancestors suck at being a noble? Then maybe Bertrand would be a viscount. OOOH! Or a baron! Baron Beaumont. Baron Bertrand Beaumont. That has a nice ring to it. Alliteration is always awesome.

Hahaha lol 😅

"I know as a prince I shouldn't have favorites, but I've always preferred your ballroom to any of the others in Cordonia.*

🥰

"You can thank my ancestor, Theodosia, for this." Olivia explained. "She was the only hopeless romantic in the family and deemed that a ballroom be constructed over one of the fighting pits at Lythikos."

Jesus Christ...! What is this...? Gladiator?? 😅

Does love really have that power? I suppose it would if the person one fell in love with was someone like Liam. I don't know if the world can handle it if I become better than I already am once married to the love of my life.

*Snort* lol *guffaw* - no, but it would probably mellow you out, love 😅

"Yes." Maxwell cleared his throat. "Lady Olivia was gracious enough to sit me at your table in Bertrand's absence." "Hmm," Olivia mused, "so formal, Lord Beaumont." "I believe formality is required at these events. Do you disagree, your grace?" Maxwell sat down across from the pair.

Talk about cold shoulder! Brrrrr!

"Surely, my lord, you will relent on propriety so that we can talk as old friends." Olivia summoned her most charming smile. "The three of us share so many memories." "Four," Maxwell corrected. "You forgot Drake." "I think one should do all they can to forget him." She replied.

"Some things will never change." He explained when they both looked at him curiously. "Though it might be nice to see you and Drake finally bury the hatchet that's been between you for years." "I'm more than happy to bury that hatchet in his thick skull." Olivia quipped. "Once I find where I left it."

Maxwell snorted. "There's some better weapon choices in your armory." "I've always been partial to a flail." She added, genuinely smiling at Maxwell for the first time in days. "It leaves an impression like no other." Maxwell grinned at her. "Literally and figuratively."

I'm dying...! 🤣🤣🤣

Why, Maxwell silently cried out to the heavens, am I forced to have a front row seat for this?

Oh no! Everyone is misinterpreting this conversation 🫣

He eyed the cutlery when a plate of Olive Wagyu steak was set before him. The knife was looking more and more tempting as a means to ending his torment. Accidentally on purpose cutting himself would allow him a chance to escape.

😱

"Umm," he swallowed nervously, "do you know the steps to this?" "I do, thanks to Hana." Riley whispered. "A heads up from you would have been nice." "I am so, so sorry." Maxwell moved her through the steps. "I guess I had other things on my mind."

She could feel the restrained strength of his muscular arms. She could smell the light splash of his Fragrance Dubois Heritage. It was almost intoxicating the clean, woodsy aroma mixed with his body heat. His warm breath grazing her lips while those ocean blue eyes of his stared into her own made her heart stutter. I didn't feel like this in Liam's arms.

The moment the complicated twirl within his arms came, she knew the time was right to finally make her move. Without any hesitation, she closed the few inches of distance and kissed Liam.

"He's not that kind of guy." Maxwell gently grasped her arms. "Trust me. He isn't the kind to kiss every girl he can. Now if Leo was still the crown prince, then it would be a different story."

Truth 😅

"You cannot kiss me again." Liam stated in an unusually hard tone. "Not in public nor in private." "Liam, don't you see--" Her jaw dropped as he bowed his head to her, offered his arm, then declared that they needed to return to the ballroom. "No need to draw more attention to ourselves by lingering out here." He told her. "We will not discuss what happened on the dance floor again."

Harsh... But I kind wish he'd just said he likes Riley... Because he's kinda stringing Olivia along here. I know he doesn't see it like that, but now Olivia's gonna be going after Liam with a vengance! Hopefully Max will find a way to intercede! 🤞

Maxwell sighed softly. "You deserve to have a kiss that makes your knees weak."

Olivia gasped when he slipped his arm around her waist. Her eyes widened when his free hand slipped into her hair. She knew in the back of her mind that she could easily escape this simple embrace. Lord knows, she knew at least ten moves that would have him flipped over her shoulder lying prostrate on the ground.

Oh thank God! I thought it was maybe not actually gonna happen...! 😅

Her eyelashes fluttered closed with the first tender brush of his lips on hers. The almost uncertain coaxing for them to part and allow him to truly kiss her sent a brief jolt to her body.

"Don't st--" she covered her mouth when she heard the click of a door being opened.

ARGH TARIQ YOU BASTARD...!!!! 🤬🤬🤬

When she moved towards her room, she realized her trembling legs meant one thing that she absolutely refused to accept. Her knees had gone weak.

As they should've after that kiss 😏

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

(Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis) in a Choices The Royal Romance Crackship AU

A/N The Ball at Olivia's has always been one of my favorite chapters in TRR canon. I love how Riley gets special time with everyone, we see the feelings between each character begin to change and become more intense, etc. And with everyone's reaction during the Cordonian Waltz, how could I not include it in this AU?

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Chapter 3

Olivia's Ballroom...

"Why are you acting so weird?" Riley asked. "I don't think I've ever heard you speak this formally before."

Maxwell held his phone up to her ear and hit play.

She could clearly hear Bertrand's numerous reminders that Maxwell needed to be on his best behavior. He was a representative of not only their name but their very position in society, and that Bertrand would find out if Maxwell stepped one toe out of line manner wise.

Bubbly laughter escaped her lips.

"How many messages did he leave for you?" She asked.

"That makes fifty-three since this morning." Maxwell muttered.

"So what I'm hearing is that you and I can't cut loose and just have a ball at a ball?" She teased.

"Not tonight." He grinned at her. "Not if you want your favorite Beaumont to be your escort the rest of the season." He pointed to the windows, leaning even closer towards her to whisper. "I bet Bertrand knows where the best spots are to hide my body if I don't act like the proper spare to a dukedom."

Riley giggled some more. "We can't have that. I wouldn't survive without you!"

"Then I better be the best behaved noble here." He straightened his posture, bowed before her, then ruined the effect with a wink.

"I'll find you ladies later for a dance. I need to go to my table."

"Where are we sitting?" Riley asked.

"About that..." He winced while leading her to a seating chart. "Olivia put me at her table. But you and Hana are over here." He pointed at a spot on the very opposite side of the ballroom, tucked away in a corner.

"Hey look!" Riley pointed at another name. "At least we'll have Drake with us."

"I think Olivia meant it as a slight." Hana explained. "She must not think too highly of us to sit us way back there with him."

Riley shrugged it off. "I'm just happy to be here instead of a dungeon. I mean, look at this place. It's gorgeous!"

Maxwell and Hana shared a smile as Riley went on how exciting it was to see another ball. Her infectious optimism could lighten up any situation and he was grateful for it. No wonder he'd seen Hana and Drake hanging around her more and more as their days in Lythikos dragged on. Who wouldn't want to?

"I think our table will be known as the fun one before the night is through." Riley declared. "Sorry, Max."

"Don't be." He squeezed her hand. "I wish I could sit with you guys."

A man could only stand for so long to see the one he wants most want someone else.

"We'll find a way for you to have fun too." Riley reassured him.

When she noticed some guests staring at them, she curtsied to him, keeping her hand in his. The sparkling ice blue gown she wore twinkled in the light, catching everyone's eye.

Maxwell chuckled softly, then pressed a kiss to her knuckles once she stood up.

"Thank you, my lady."

"See ya," she replied in a thicker than usual Brooklyn accent to make him smile, "My lord."

*******************

Olivia's lips thinned in a line as she observed Maxwell and Riley's behavior. She didn't think it cute the little parting they had before Riley was banished to no man's land. Her eyes remained on Maxwell until he turned towards her.

She then directed a charming smile towards her approaching prince.

"Good evening, your grace." Liam lifted her hand to his lips for a brief kiss. "You've outdone yourself once again in hosting the court."

"Thank you." She gestured to the place towards her right. "Won't you sit down?"

Liam did so, his gaze sweeping the number of guests mingling and finding their tables.

"I know as a prince I shouldn't have favorites, but I've always preferred your ballroom to any of the others in Cordonia.*

"I think I would have approved of Theodosia's way of thinking." Liam's attention settled on Riley once he found her.

"From what I've read, she was an annoying woman who was obsessed with falling in love." Olivia rolled her eyes. "I doubt I could stomach her for five seconds. No true Nevrakis could be that soft."

"I don't believe falling in love or longing for it makes one soft." Liam argued, his attention unwavering upon the lady he believed he'd lost his heart to. "In my experience, it makes the person better in every single way."

Olivia studied his profile quietly.

She was snapped out of her musings when a familiar shadow fell over them.

"Your highness" Maxwell greeted with a bow, "your grace."

Liam's welcoming smile held both delight and a great deal of relief. "Are you sitting with us?"

"Yes." Maxwell cleared his throat. "Lady Olivia was gracious enough to sit me at your table in Bertrand's absence."

"Hmm," Olivia mused, "so formal, Lord Beaumont."

"I believe formality is required at these events. Do you disagree, your grace?" Maxwell sat down across from the pair.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

It seems the snack cakes didn't work on bringing the old Maxwell back. I'll never get anything out of him in the current state he's in.

"Surely, my lord, you will relent on propriety so that we can talk as old friends." Olivia summoned her most charming smile. "The three of us share so many memories."

"Four," Maxwell corrected. "You forgot Drake."

"I think one should do all they can to forget him." She replied.

"I think you managed to pull it off with where you decided to sit him." Maxwell mumbled under his breath.

Her eyes narrowed once more upon him.

Liam's chuckle reminded them both that he was at their table.

"Some things will never change." He explained when they both looked at him curiously. "Though it might be nice to see you and Drake finally bury the hatchet that's been between you for years."

"I'm more than happy to bury that hatchet in his thick skull." Olivia quipped. "Once I find where I left it."

Maxwell snorted. "There's some better weapon choices in your armory."

"I've always been partial to a flail." She added, genuinely smiling at Maxwell for the first time in days.

"It leaves an impression like no other." Maxwell grinned at her. "Literally and figuratively."

Olivia laughed, launching into a tale of one of her ancestor's prowess with that particular weapon.

"Perhaps we could change to a less gruesome topic of conversation." Liam cut in once bowls of steamy lobster bisque was set before them.

His companions eyed him in surprise. He had to suppress his laughter over the thought of how long these two could talk about weapons. If not for the lumpy, orangish red substance in front of him, he would have allowed the conversation to continue in graphic form.

He didn't need a visual representation of what a flail could do along with their added commentary.

***************

Course after course was set before them. Olivia redirected the conversation each time to find ways to flirt with Liam. Though she had managed to catch a brief glimpse of the old Maxwell she once knew, he'd reverted back to being quiet and proper. She did her best to ignore him for the most part.

Liam, on the other hand, was doing his best to not only deflect her flirty comments but to also drag Maxwell into every new subject that was discussed.

Why, Maxwell silently cried out to the heavens, am I forced to have a front row seat for this?

Every touch Olivia gave Liam, every glance, every single compliment cut Maxwell to the quick. He knew before he ever sat down that this night would be the hardest of his life. He just hadn't anticipated it being this difficult.

He longed to interrupt them. He wanted to draw Olivia's attention back on himself. He needed her to look at him the way she did Liam. He knew the prince was handsome and practically perfect. The man deserved her attention because he was such a great guy.

But still...

Is it too much to ask to have one lady of the Court, one specific lady, be this way over me?

It might be. Who knew why he was so unlucky in love? He only knew his heart had been foolish enough to fall for someone who had fallen for someone else.

Worst case scenario: after bleeding everywhere and freaking people out, he would have a cool scar to remind him of tonight.

Liam, being the epitome of politeness, pulled Maxwell's attention back from different body spots he could causally drop his knife on and survive when he complimented Olivia again on her choice of menu.

She lit up with pride each time the prince said he enjoyed something.

Maxwell did all he could to not simply stare at her.

His mind was refusing to work and help him find ways to keep his cool and with topics conversation. His imagination alone should have kicked into high gear and helped him out, but no, everything was against him tonight.

With a white knuckle grip, he cut into the perfectly prepared filet and did his best to ignore the pair in front of him.

****************

When Maxwell heard the beginning of a Cordonian Waltz begin, he softly groaned. There wasn't a dance created that set the mood, romantically speaking, more so than this particular one. His nation would do something like this to him. Give the perfect chance to hold the one he desires close, yet have her ask someone else.

"My prince?" Olivia stood and offered her hand to Liam. "Shall we begin the ball?"

"I would be honored to, your grace." Liam led her to the middle of the ballroom.

"Who wouldn't be?" Maxwell muttered, tossing his napkin on the table.

He rubbed his hands over his face then forced himself to join the other nobles along the edge of the dance floor. Instead of watching Liam and Olivia, he sought out Riley.

"Hey!" She smiled at him. "How's it going?"

"Great!" He lied. "May I have the honor of your first dance this evening, my lady?"

Her lips trembled with a giggle she was fighting. "It is I who is honored, my lord."

Maxwell grinned at her. Taking her in his arms, his eyes widened over a thought.

"Umm," he swallowed nervously, "do you know the steps to this?"

"I do, thanks to Hana." Riley whispered. "A heads up from you would have been nice."

"I am so, so sorry." Maxwell moved her through the steps. "I guess I had other things on my mind."

"It's okay." Riley squeezed his hand. "Just, help a girl out next time, okay?"

"I will." He grinned at her again. "You're doing great, by the way "

"I know." She winked at him. "The word flawless comes to mind when I spin."

To prove her point, she twirled elegantly within his arms.

"You're right. Absolutely flawless." He told her. "Even Bertrand would be struck speechless with your gracefulness."

"I would have loved to have seen that. Remind me to do this dance in front of him one day." She teased.

"Will do." Maxwell promised.

"You know," Riley added as she rocked back and forth in his embrace, "this seems a little scandalous for your people. I didn't think nobles touched anything other than hands."

"All that pent up frustration is probably what caused this dance to become a hit." He joked. "A hand can only do so much for one's libido."

"Only if you're not using it right." She teased.

Maxwell bit back his laughter. "Ready to change partners?"

Riley glanced over at Liam. "You mean?"

"Yep." Maxwell twirled her into her prince's arms.

And ended up with Olivia in his.

He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body the moment her curves briefly brushed against him.

Olivia tilted her head at an angle as she looked at him.

"Is, uh, is something wrong?" He asked.

He could feel the sweat building up on his forehead.

"Yes." She replied. "I don't know what it is, but there is definitely something wrong here."

"Sounds vexing." He mumbled.

"Good lord, Maxwell!" She snapped. "Why are you still talking like this?!"

"Like what?" He asked.

"Like everyone else in our society!"

"Isn't that how we're supposed to act?" He grumbled. "Aren't we trained to mimic each other?"

"They might be prone to act that way, but you and I never once caved in to that type of thinking!" She pointed out. "You have been the only noble I could depend on to be an individual, like me, instead of part of their hive minds."

He twirled her into his arms, almost cuddling her close to his chest.

Olivia's gasp was involuntary. She tried to recall the last time she'd danced the Cordonian Waltz with him and came up blank.

She couldn't remember ever doing this with Maxwell, which had to be the reason she was noticing everything being this close to him.

I didn't feel like this in Liam's arms.

That stray thought snapped her back into why she was hosting this ball in the first place. It was for Liam. All she was doing was for a chance to be with him.

No matter how odd she felt in Maxwell's arms, there was only one goal tonight: get closer to Liam.

I would probably experience the same reaction if I danced with Tariq or some other person here, she argued with herself. I shouldn't be surprised to feel this way around Maxwell. I'm sure it's normal to notice every little detail when this close to someone.

"I don't think I'm that bad." Maxwell said.

"Huh?" Olivia wondered what he was talking about.

"I don't think I'm like the other nobles." He reiterated.

"The other nobles?" Her eyes focused on his mouth.

"You said I'm acting like them." He reminded her.

"Umhmm." She noticed the beginning of evening stubble darkening around his mouth and jawline.

He must have shaved this morning.

His lips began to curve, causing her to look up once more. She saw amusement in his face which made her pull away some from him. Her eyes narrowed upon his in parting then she twirled back to take her place in Liam's arms. Her temper was teetering on boiling over at having been swept away momentarily by Maxwell and in now seeing that Liam and Riley were completely lost in the other.

"Excuse me," she cleared her throat. "I believe Liam's my partner now."

The couple reluctantly let go of the other. Olivia watched as Riley returned to Maxwell, frowning even more so at their easy smiles of greeting. One would think they hadn't seen each other in a while the way they acted.

It was grating on her already frazzled nerves to see their closeness.

"I think your ball will be the hit of the season." Liam said, noticing all the nobles enjoy themselves.

Olivia looked up at him. Her frown eased hearing what she knew to be true.

"They usually are." She boasted.

The moment the complicated twirl within his arms came, she knew the time was right to finally make her move. Without any hesitation, she closed the few inches of distance and kissed Liam.

**************

All color drained from Maxwell's face the moment it happened. His jaw dropped. A strange, buzzing sound filled his ears. He couldn't tell what Riley was saying to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn to see what had put him into shock.

She somehow remained quiet. Her brow furrowed in thought as she watched what had drawn every eye in the room.

Kiara's gasp of outrage nearby helped bring Maxwell out of his stupor.

He wasn't certain how his mind cleared enough to act with precision. Somehow his body moved Riley away from the heart breaking spectacle, and into an empty corner.

Riley's attention was still on Liam and Olivia. She seemed to breathe a touch easier once Liam gently but firmly pushed the duchess away. Once the two left to talk privately, Riley turned towards Maxwell.

"You okay?" He asked.

"No. Not really." She mumbled. "It was stupid of me to think I'm the only one he's kissing. Liam's probably making out with every woman here."

"He's not that kind of guy." Maxwell gently grasped her arms. "Trust me. He isn't the kind to kiss every girl he can. Now if Leo was still the crown prince, then it would be a different story."

He lifted his eyes towards the door that Liam and Olivia disappeared behind.

"Olivia was the one to initiate that kiss."

"So?" Riley folded her arms. "I usually do the same with Liam."

Her brow furrowed with both anger and self loathing.

"Dammit! I'm going to stop throwing myself at Liam to see if what we have really is special. I bet he's been laughing at me every time I leave."

"Hey!" Maxwell grasped her arms once more and gave her a little shake. "Don't even start thinking like that! Liam doesn't do those kinds of things. If he's meeting you in private, you can bet you're the only one."

Riley bit down on her bottom lip. "I hate this competition."

"It isn't a competition." He lowered his head until he was eye level with her. "Not with you in it."

Her lips eased into a grateful smile. "How do you always manage to turn my doubts into hope?"

"It's a gift." He shrugged, grinning at her. "Now, how about we do some strategizing?"

"You mean, grab Liam and make out in front of everyone once he comes back inside?"

Maxwell started laughing. How often had he thought of doing something outrageous like that with Olivia?

"Maybe we'll put that as Plan B. Plan A is to gain you some needed support amongst the other ladies of the court."

He nodded towards where Kiara was furiously whispering to all who would listen about Olivia's behavior.

"Oh. But why would she support me? We're competing for the same man." Riley asked.

"Kiara's the kind who uses logic. She knows her chances aren't as great as others, so she'll want to get in the good graces of Cordonia's future queen. She has plans to be used in diplomatic endeavors for Cordonia more so than to win Liam." He explained.

"I see." She straightened her shoulders and did her best not to look like she'd had the rug pulled out from under her. "Okay. Here goes nothing."

Maxwell watched with pride as Riley made her way over. Seeing Kiara's frown leave in the midst of their conversation let him know all was going well.

He was finally able to allow his shattered heart to take over.

He slumped against the wall and lowered his head in his hands.

She kissed him. How can I possibly compete with Liam after this?

Maxwell straightened from his spot. He decided to do some more observing once he saw Liam make a beeline for Riley.

He dropped his hands and let his head fall back against the wall while failing to see a way forward. All his plans seemed pointless now that Olivia knew what Liam's kiss felt like. As great as the prince was in everything he did, Maxwell was pretty sure that he excelled in all romantic endeavors.

He was one of the first to notice when the pair return. Liam's features were in a carefully, calm mask while Olivia's expressive face revealed confusion and was that...disappointment?

***************

A few hours later...

Olivia had never been more thankful to finally be alone in her room. It surprised her how tired she felt once the ball ended. She knew the reason why she was exhausted, yet couldn't quite accept it.

Why did Liam refuse to see they were meant for each other?

As she began to pull the pins out that held her hair up, she replayed their conversation after she kissed him.

"Olivia, I don't quite know how to say this," Liam began.

She beamed at him. She knew this was when he would say he'd been in love with her for years too. He'd only been waiting on the proper moment to tell her. He would probably say he was grateful she'd taken the initiative.

"But we shouldn't kiss."

"What?" She blinked at him.

He hesitated.

"Olivia, I am supposed to give every lady here a chance."

"Come on, Liam." She rolled her eyes. "Are you honestly telling me you're giving serious thought to making someone like Penelope your queen?"

"I have to." He told her.

"Look, I understand you believe you have to, but we both know I'm your only choice. The best one, to say the least."

"Olivia, you're one of my oldest friends." Liam tried to find a way to make her understand without hurting her. "I care greatly for you and I would never want to hurt you, but..."

"But?" She prodded when his voice dropped off.

"But, I've only ever felt friendship towards you." He admitted.

She waived that off. "This is the first time you've allowed yourself to think differently. I'm sure you'll soon come to feel as I do."

"Olivia, I--"

"Besides, it is past time that everyone else sees our potential." She added. "No need for them to have their hopes up."

He shook his head. A muscle spasmed in his jaw as he tried to find a way to make her see he had no desire for her.

"You cannot kiss me again." Liam stated in an unusually hard tone. "Not in public nor in private."

"Liam, don't you see--"

Her jaw dropped as he bowed his head to her, offered his arm, then declared that they needed to return to the ballroom.

"No need to draw more attention to ourselves by lingering out here." He told her. "We will not discuss what happened on the dance floor again."

Olivia took his arm and quietly returned to the ball.

She hadn't particularly liked him deciding they wouldn't talk anymore about it.

Maybe he needs time to get used to the idea. If he has only seen me as a childhood friend, then it might take him longer to see me as a woman.

A knock at her door made her heart leap. She knew it must be Liam. He would want to check on her after all that happened. Maybe even tell her he had a change of heart.

She opened it, her smile disappearing at the sight of Maxwell standing there.

"Hey." He swallowed. "I, um, I..."

"You what?" She demanded.

"I wanted to check on you."

"And why would I need to be checked on?" She asked, folding her arms. "Tonight was a success. Surely, even you saw that."

He slipped his hands in his pockets, propped his shoulder against her doorframe, and lowered his eyes.

"Liv, I saw the kiss."

She stilled. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what else he saw.

"And I saw what happened once you two came back to the ballroom." He lifted his eyes to hers. "I wish..."

She cocked an eyebrow in silent question.

"I wish you hadn't gotten hurt." He said softly.

"Hurt?" She scoffed at the notion. "Why would I be hurt? I kissed the man I loved tonight."

Maxwell's eyebrows drew together.

"How did it feel?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" She snapped.

"How did it feel?" He repeated. "Was it everything you'd imagined?"

Her lips parted as she thought about it.

While she'd infused every bit of her heart in the kiss, Liam's lips had remained firm and unyielding. There was no response, not even one of curious desire.

It was nothing like the many daydreams she'd spent years on.

Maxwell sighed softly. "You deserve to have a kiss that makes your knees weak."

She snorted in derision. "That's not real."

"It is!" He argued. "When you're kissed by someone who loves you, who wants you more than he's ever wanted anyone in his life, every part of your body comes alive. Your heart feels like it will beat out of your chest. Your mind seizes with the thought of how much you want them. You can't pull them close enough. You feel like you could kiss them forever and you're certain if you stop for a single moment that you'll probably die. You need them, their touch, the feel of their lips, like you need air."

He lifted his hand to her cheek, catching her off guard.

"That's what it's like to be kissed by someone who loves you."

Maxwell leaned closer while dropping his hand, his eyes locked upon hers. "So did you feel any of that when Liam kissed you?"

Olivia refused to answer.

"I didn't think so." Maxwell mumbled. "I knew something was up when you came back to the ballroom. You should have been on cloud nine after that kiss if it had been done right."

"So what, are you some kissing expert all of the sudden?" She snapped. "Who are you to assume it wasn't all that and more?"

His eyes narrowed.

She stepped closer, poking her finger in his chest. "Trust me. It might not be perfect now, but it will be. Once Liam chooses me, everything will line up with your version of a kiss."

"You think so?" He asked.

"I know so." She huffed. "There's no one like Liam."

"That's true." He swallowed. "Still..."

"What?" Olivia glared at him.

"Perhaps you should kiss someone else, just to prove that Liam is the one." He offered.

Her laughter held a bitter edge. "I don't need proof. I've known he was the one since I was five years old."

"Have you kissed anyone, other than Liam?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Of course I have."

"And did those do anything for you?" Maxwell hoped she said no.

"Not particularly." She replied.

He released a relieved breath. "Good."

"Good? Why is that--"

Something though, she supposed it was curiosity, kept her from doing so. Instead of reacting in her usual manner, she waited to see what he would do next.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed with the first tender brush of his lips on hers. The almost uncertain coaxing for them to part and allow him to truly kiss her sent a brief jolt to her body.

Feeling like she ought to at least allow him to do this to prove him wrong, she opened her mouth and ended up sinking against him.

A low moan escaped her as his tongue tangled with hers. Her hands moved up his chest so that her fingers could slip into his hair.

One of his hands moved to grip her hip, pulling her even closer. He wrapped a few of her loose, red locks around his fist, keeping her head at the perfect angle.

His moan followed hers as he dipped down to kiss along her neck.

Her breath caught in her throat when he returned back to her mouth with intense purpose.

Each suck, nibble, and full exploration of her lips made her restlessly move against him.

"Maxwell." She mumbled against his mouth before he pressed her against the wall.

Her eyes widened as his blatant desire for her notched hers beyond what she'd experienced before. She knew it was crazy, but she wanted more, more of him, his touch, everything.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He asked, breathing heavily against her mouth.

She shook her head, leaning forward to kiss him.

He moaned, reaching down to lift her leg over his hip.

"Don't st--" she covered her mouth when she heard the click of a door being opened.

Maxwell pressed his face against her neck, willing himself to be silent.

The two watched Tariq, oblivious to them in the shadows, head towards the stairs.

Olivia sagged against Maxwell, nearly falling to the ground.

"That was close." He whispered.

"Too close." She placed a shaky hand on his chest to keep him from kissing her again. "It's late. We should probably turn in."

Maxwell nodded, his throat convulsing as if holding in his denial.

"Sleep well, Liv." He forced himself to step away from her.

She watched him until he returned to his room. She stood there a little longer afterwards to try and calm her racing mind in the dark hallway.

When she moved towards her room, she realized her trembling legs meant one thing that she absolutely refused to accept.

Her knees had gone weak.

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just-an-ender-pan · 4 years ago

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So uh fun times am I right!

(If you want to avoid the drama scroll down until you see the Shiba Inu pupper with the asexual flag)

#aeris-totle #uhhh warning for discourse and racism beneath this post #i was a tiny bit scared cause i thought i was gonna have to do a face reveal and prove im black or something #luckily i didnt so its all good #but yeah i’ll tag it once im not shaking from satisfaction #sorry in advance #no point interacting anymore though since i won the fight òwó #well i mean interacting with the post itself #i’ll probably tag it as discourse and racism and stuff #i really summoned all the power of my ancestors for that fight lol #just uhh be careful down there and maybe scroll until you cant see the capslock #tw drama #tw discourse #tw racism

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retconomics · 2 years ago

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lol whats your fix share with the class

PLEASE ok im not tagging spoilers this games been out for like 5+ years already so. yeah.

Alright. I'm a bit fuzzy on story details since I haven't actually gotten that far so i might need to rewrite some aspects of this but my understanding is the country that attacked Noctis' home (Nilfheim??) is mostly interested in harnessing the power of the crystal which is 1) also the soul of the world/some kind of world crystal with a will of sorts 2) the conduit through which the astrals or gods or w/e the game calls the summons communicates with the oracle?? i think? and 3) is connected to the line of lucis which is why theres the whole king of kings prophecy w/e tf. And also theres the starscourge which is the big meanie mean sickness that only luna (and ardyn) could heal and no one knows where it came from but its nocts job to banish it once and for all or w/e. this is my understanding.

so like... knowing what i know about episode ardyn and the whole prophecy nonsense and the line of lucis, i kinda sorta have my suspicions about the 'benevolence' of the gods and the origin of the starscourge, ESPECIALLY since the crystal seems to be capable of just. healing the starscourge on a whim (ie it can grant the healing ability to?? anyone????). and its capable of affecting the gods as well (as iirc ardyn is able to kind of influence ifrit with it). WHICH kinda makes me sneakily suspect that this whole nonsense about prophecies and ardyn being the sacrificial lamb and noctis being doomed to end the line of lucis through his sacrifice is like. maybe its just the crystal doing a soft reset on the world of sorts to punish ardyn's brother for messing with its will. and after noct dies theres really no one left to commune with the crystal or gods anyway.

SO. my fix. because its just all so tragic and its my favorite when characters subvert prophecy expectations while still fulfilling the letter of a prophecy. Everything can kinda be the same up until the leviathan summon fight in.. whatever city that takes place in. I go back and forth on whether Luna really needs to die, but most of the time i say yes because it creates sort of a parallel origin for Noct as Ardyn (cuz his brother killed his bitch too so . ) and its fitting in a lot of ways like i think its an important catalyst for noct, as shitty as that is to reduce like the ONLY female character with plot relevance to that. And i do NOT have any idea what happens between that and noct getting sucked into the crystal to charge but whatever plot stuff in the middle there that needs to be altered gets altered such that when noct meets up with ardyn for that final fight its. the result is different. its more about like 'no man fuck this prophecy fuck the gods i'm gonna kill you and free you and im gonna end the starscourge by destroying the crystal and ending the puppeteering and we're gonna enter an age of humanity being fully independent which is what you wanted all along' and noct would STILL end the line of lucis because 1) without the crystal theres really no line of lucis powers anyway and 2) im a noct/ignis truther and 3) even if noct/ignis truthers cant win i still cant see him with anyone that isn't luna to carry on the stupid line like he'd recognize that sacrifice as a condition for getting around his death.

and of course ardyn will feel some kind of way about all that but i think he could be convinced to stick it one last time to the gods, and given he was a lucis i dont see any reason he couldnt kind of help noctis destroy himself... like sort of knights of round himself into oblivion. And noct still loses something for sure like i think i'd want him to lose an arm (the ring bearing arm) and he'd never be able to fight again because he'd lose that weird arsenal thing and he has to rebuild his kingdom but .. but he'd build a memorial for ardyn and luna and would finally right the wrong his ancestor committed against his great-great-whatever uncle. and the line of lucis ends noct commits to never having children and i suspect the kingdom might be weakened too without the crystal or gods kinda backing them but. its like. a bittersweet ending instead of bum city u know??

whatever i didnt explain it very well but the point is i see no reason noct couldnt kind of take advantage of the fine print in that prophecy there are lots of holes. but no he just has to die for... godly hubris or w/e. ok.

#LIKE it just feels like a whole bunch of generational shame being pushed onto one random kid #but also that kid suffers from being a victim of active war against him?? so really how much culpability does his family actually have???#it just reads v much as a 'and then the gods decided to mess with one family in particular as a treat'#maybe i'll feel differently after finishing #ff15

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elfyourmother · 4 years ago

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@cheshirepirouette re: your tags on the Sophia gifset, if you need somebody else’s permission (and you don’t lol but) please please go ham

Cutting for yammering at length on how I do Triad summoning (and summoning in general) in my verse

I’ve added a ridiculous amount of jerry rigged lore with Summoner for Gisele just because I’m just really dissatisfied with the hand waving they did to explain how fucked this Job is in terms of flavor. I know I’m always going on about what an FF oldhead I am but with other Jobs in this game IMO they managed to capture the feel of the Job in how it plays (even broken ass unfun Monk at least feels like an FF Monk), but Summoner “feels” like Bahamut flavored Affliction Warlock to me the way it plays and not anything like a traditional Final Fantasy Summoner.

It feelsbadman and I mean I try to give them the benefit of the doubt because the central conceit of Summons being Bad in this setting means they kinda painted themselves into a corner for how the WoL could ostensibly be a Summoner. The thing is, the egi deal was a really clever solution to that problem but they just don’t utilize it enough. As a fan who literally grew up with the series it felt fucking awful to literally be told i only get 4 summons 1 of which isn’t even a traditional/iconic summon, the opposite of the “you get to be a Final Fantasy hero!” experience that defines this game to me. Tf you mean I can’t summon Ramuh or Leviathan in an FF game??? Cait fuckin Sith could summon Leviathan if you slapped the materia on him, ffs, but WoL can’t???

Granted getting Phoenix helped this a lot, for me, but with no Job quests in ShB we got no actual story or lore or exploration of that (and don’t get me started on the level 80 trash we got) it was bizarre from a story cohesion standpoint and if you never ran Coils—as a lot of newer players haven’t—you literally get no explanation in game for why you can suddenly do that

anyway Gisele can summon Egis of every Primal she’s ever faced because I said so. But I am 100% ok with that and believe it’s lore compliant no matter the mechanics-induced hand waving, because I am always erring on the side of WoL Exceptionalism. It’s my guiding principle when it comes to “is it feasible for Gisele to be able to do this?” questions in large part because the game lore is practically built on it in general, but specifically in the Summoner Job quests when you’re training the newbies it’s stated outright that WoL’s command of Allagan summoning is light years beyond the recruits. But for instance as one example Gisele and Ysayle both summon Lakshmi-Egi and I have her as defensive in nature, she heals just like her Esper did in FFVI

So that said I don’t see why Warring Triad trances would be off the table, it’s been a long time since I leveled SMN but iirc we know that Dreadwyrm Trance is a thing because Bahamut’s essence is just too fucking powerful to draw out like a standard egi and the trance thing is the answer to that. The Triad are Elder Primals on Bahamut’s power level so I don’t see why not, a WoL who fought them would have been drenched in that and the whole point of that storyline was their power was seeping out and they needed killing so. Yeah. That’s how I justified it.

FTR Gisele can trance all three of them and in fact Goddess Tranced right into summoning Demi-Sophia at one point during the Elidibus fight. I lean toward her using Goddess most just because the concept of Balance is one of Gisele’s major character themes and it’s ridiculously fitting for her imo.

In some old old shared FF multiverse stuff I did, I created these Amazon tribes who were the ancestors of the Troians in FFIV and their shamanesses would essentially “summon” by being horsed by the summons (I treated them as spirits in this). Every tribe had their guardian spirit, and that was the summon their shamaness would call down. While possessed, they would show physical signs for the duration—Bahamut’s shamaness would get fangs and wings for instance. Shiva’s would get blue skin, etc.

I know that Dreadwyrm Trance doesn’t technically work the same way but that’s how I’ve basically interpreted it and the other trances I use in my work and I call back to this idea by having Gisele bear physical signs of the trance—Bahamut gives her wings! (It’s how she saved Ysayle) And so does Phoenix. At minimum she gets some kind of funky cool aura. Because Rule of Cool.

#way too much meta #gisele surana #the occultist in me cackles bc I swear they got ‘egi’ from ‘egregore’

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troublesomeknight · 6 months ago

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Oookay. This is going to be a bit of a long post then.

First the lore behind this group: These guys don't actually live on Alternia, but are instead members of a rogue colony of trolls that rebelled and successfully fled the empire centuries ago around the same time the Summoner's Rebellion was happening. The leaders of this group back then are the Ancestors of my Zodiac Trolls, a group of 12 trolls called The 12 Beasts. The Rat of the 12 Beasts was a genius who invented powerful shielding technology that allowed them to escape without having worry about the Vast Glub, and also made it so they no longer need sopper slime, which is now a banned substance on their world. The Horse, being a jade blood, was able to steal a matriorb for them too. The leader and person who orchestrated the entire escape though was the Monkey. I'm still kind of working on the greater lore of the 12 Beasts, but that's not too important. The only other important thing is that they and the trolls that fled with them were followers of the Signless. (In keeping with the Pseudo-Judeo-Christian imagery surrounding the Signless, it's kind of supposed to be like the story of Moses lol)

The planet their Ancestors fled to is called Assurnia, though I may come up with a better name later to keep with the theming of Alternia and Beforus. There's a very heavy East Asian cultural influence to Assurnian Troll culture, mostly Jidaigeki but probably a few other non-Japanese cultures mixed in. It's a warrior culture in a far more restrained and organized way than Alternia, the adult trolls are obviously still on the planet and there are no Lusi so adult trolls adopt troll grubs and raise them as their Patrons who apprentice them to follow them into the same or a similar career path they currently have. But troll children are also trained together in 12 person units with one of them becoming the leader based on if they showed the best leadership capabilities at a certain point into their training (Assurnia is mostly a meritocracy). Naturally our Zodiac Trolls are all part of the same unit.

Their session is kind of a bit unusual in that it's a hacked session orchestrated by a rogue First Guardian who may have also manipulated events behind the scenes to help the exodus happen to begin with. Her intention is to have them eventually come into contact with the canon cast and derail Doc Scratch and Lord English's (and Calliope's) own plans for her own ends, though it's unclear what those are.

And this is what I have so far for the trolls themselves (Note that I haven't managed to think up everything for all these characters, some of them don't have last names yet among other things. For some of them I don't really have anything aside from names and what blood color they are and maybe a possible idea for their classpect):

The Monkey Zodiac troll, who is the group's leader, is Harisha Joshi, he's honestly the one I've thought about the most. He's a lime blooded troll (Assurnia has the only remaining population of lime blooded trolls since the exodus happened before the lime bloods were genocided), and has an interest in anthropology as a hobby, with his aim pre-Sgrub being to become a diplomat, like his patron. He's partly based on Son Wukong, but isn't anything like him personality wise, being a calm, cool leader and strategist. The main influence from Wukong is that his Strife Specibus is a Staff. His other hobby is watching bad horror movies to mock the bad special affects. He also has very little interest in romance, especially the black quadrant, but he's surprisingly good at giving love advice to others even if he acts annoyed at being dragged into other people's drama. His Classpect is Prince of Doom. (He;s kind of intended to be the polar opposite of Karkat really).

Inuga Ookamimura is the Dog Zodiac, as if that name didn't make it obvious, and he's a blue blooded troll, who is very much the hot blooded, short tempered, fight happy dumbass with a heart of gold of the group. He has way better control of his strength than Equius but sometimes still breaks things accidentally when over excited. He has a one-sided rivalry with Harisha where he really wants to be his kismessis but Harisha is naturally uninterested and while he's fine dueling him on the training grounds, he otherwise avoids engaging with Inuga whenever it comes up. Inuga's strife specibus is an axe. Pre-sgrub he wanted to join the Assurnia Planetary Defense Force and become a Guard Captain like his Patron. His hobbies are mainly training and reading manga. His Classpect is Knight of Breath.

Komako Miyajima is the Horse Zodiac and she's a jade blood. She's a gentle, kind, Yamato Nadeshiko type who's a bit of an airhead sometimes and a little clumsy, but she also really likes to make dolls. She's the one who's dream self is already awake (Prospit Dreamer) before their session starts. This has allowed her to see visions of the Beta kids and trolls, which she has made dolls of that she keeps in her room. I haven't really decided what her strife specibus is yet, but I also think she's one of the less combat oriented members of the group. Her only real career aspirations pre-sgrub was to become a doctor. Naturally she's her unit's medic. She's Seer of Space.

Toto Inaba is the Rabbit Zodiac and she's an albino and a rust blood. She usually lives on an outpost located on Assurnia's moon, meaning she lives further away from the rest of her unit than anyone else, but she still manages to make it planet side regularly to interact with her unit anyway. She's Harshia's second in command and likes to act all cool and mysterious, but in the grand tradition of Homestuck Coolkids, she's actually a dork. She's really just larping as her favorite anime character (which is loosely based on The Rabbit of the 12 Beasts). Her strife specibus is a pair of twin daggers and as Rogue of Time her main time travel device is a pocket watch.

Nezuma (I haven't thought of a last name for him yet), is the Rat Zodiac and a yellow blood. He's a genius with tech like his Ancestor and he enjoys tinkering and inventing things as his hobby. He's a borderline mad scientist though and his inventions don't always work as intended. He wanted to join Assurnia's science corps pre-Sgrub and he is naturally the one who helped make his world's copy of Sgrub. His strife specibus is a wrench. He's Mage of Mind.

Ushio (no last name yet) is the Ox Zodiac and is a bronze blood. I kind of feel like I shouldn't make my Bronze the Ox considering Tavros is the Tauros troll, but then my time player is a rust blood like Aradia, and my Mage player is a yellow blood like Sollux, so meh. Ushio is a talented cook and cooks as a hobby and he often goes hunting for the meat himself, cooking all kinds of dishes based on the creatures he catches. He of course wanted to become a chef pre-Sgrub. I haven't figured out his Classpect yet lol.

Naga Kaur is the Snake Zodiac and is a Cerulean blood. In the grand tradition of Ceruleans she is very shady and probably ends up doing a lot of things behind the others' backs during their session. She doesn't have the mind control abilities that Vriska and Aranea have though, so mostly she has to use her own guile to manipulate others. That said, she's ultimately a better person than either of them and a lot of the things she does are ultimately to help and protect her friends. She's Witch of Void.

Tora (no last name yet) is the Tiger Zodiac troll (of course) and she's a teal blood. She's another hot blooded fighter, though she's not as competitive as Inuga, except with her Kismeses Ryohei of course. She's also generally less loud and boisterous than Inuga, and acts like a sterotypical tsundere (again especially towards Ryohei). I haven't really come up with her strife specibus yet, but tentatively she's Heir of Rage.

Ryohei (again no last name yet), is naturally the Dragon Zodiac. He is a fuchsia blood and therefore a sea dweller (again, naturally, given that China associates dragons with royalty and eastern dragons are also heavily associated with water, the Dragon Zodiac couldn't have been anything else). Aside from his kismessitude with Tora, I haven't come up with much for him yet, though it is noted how unusual it is for a fuchsia blood to be male. His ancestor, the Dragon of the 12 Beasts, was also a male fuchsia blood. I also haven't figured out his Classpect yet.

Mikumi is the Sheep Zodiac and is the violet blooded troll and another sea dweller. This is another one I haven't had a real chance to think about yet, unfortunately.

Dau is the Rooster Zodiac troll and is an indigo blood. Another one I haven't thought of much yet.

And finally Hoi, Pig Zodiac and olive blood, who I also haven't thought of anything for yet.

And that's everything I have so far lol. As you can see, I still need to flesh some things out, but since you asked, and I haven't really had a chance to talk about this much at all yet, I got out as much as I could. Some of the names of the less flashed out trolls may not be final considering I'm having a hard time coming up with good names for everyone in the first place. I should probably note further that due to the nature of their session, their ancestors have almost nothing at all to do with Sgrub/Sburb and are their actual ancestors as was described when the concept of troll ancestors were introduced in Homestuck with no ecto-biology or Scratch involved.

If you wanna talk Eastern fantrolls, I made an entire Chinese Zodiac themed group of them, based on Anime archetypes rather than eastern stereotypes though. Never really ended up doing anything with them, but I've been toying around with them again recently.

Oh! I would love to hear about them if you have the time.

#homestuck #fantrolls #long post

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onf-headcanons · 4 years ago

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ONF in Demon AU

A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AU

Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?

ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)

ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome

(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)

So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.

Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.

Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or

Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)

for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.

It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians

Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well

Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.

To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.

(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)

Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.

You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.

The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police

You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho

then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.

Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival sibling’s demons.

Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?

You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)

As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247

For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)

Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.

I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'

Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.

You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.

Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go

It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant “siblings” of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.

Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseok’s departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your team’s spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.

You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.

My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)

Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.

Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food

Changyoon is to keep his nagging trait

Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)

Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type

Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)

Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok

My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill

Sometimes they might go.. “ I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?”

But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol

Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.

Defo gonna have movie night.

It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?

Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.

They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.

Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby

Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.

Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility

Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.

At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.

Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.

(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)

They might go like : “ Should I kill them for you?”

You : “What?”

Random ONF member : “I can do it to make look like an accident you know.”

You : “OMG NO”

You : “You know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.”

Random ONF member : “Gotcha”

For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members

I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.

Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible

For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.

Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.

Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons

So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.

In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.

The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.

Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.

You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"

Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry

But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.

You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.

You : its not fair.

To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life

Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates

It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.

And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something

This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)

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sukihimura · 4 years ago

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Part one – the dark red village

Before we start here is the author. Hi. Uhm english is not my mother tounge so sorry for all mistakes I make >.< I just wanted this story to be for everyone that is interested in my OC character (or maybe you just found this through the tags lol) But anyway, enjoy my story, I hope you like the first part of my Story.

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Himura - dark red village – Suki’s name already spoke for itself. She was born in Benten, a small village with only few people living in it. Suki could not represent the village chief’s daughter more, because of her dark red, almost bloody red eyes. Her father was as proud as he could be when he first hold her in her hands.

However, the family luck was soon to be destroyed. One faithful day shinobi from Kirigakure where looking for information about the land of fire, questioning Sukis father. She cannot really remember what happened that day, maybe because she was only four years old. In the end the Kiri-nin slaughter her village, that is what she remembers in all its detail. She never understood why, at some point she even abandoned the idea that there was any explanation at all. But there had to be something. Suki survived since her mother hid her below the Tatami mat in the house, at least this is what the Miko told her who rescued Suki from the fire Kiri-nin set, to destroy the village.

Since that day Suki lived her life in a Temple close to where her village used to be. She tried looking for hints on why the Ninja expected information about the land of fire to be in her father’s possession. Her search was of no avail. But she decided to become a Shinobi, she wanted to be able to defend herself, but not only that, she wanted to know what had happened and confront the shinobi from Kirigakure.

Though, the Miko tried their best to keep Suki away from training Ninjutsu and finding out about her family. She always knew that there was something the others were afraid of, but she refused to listen to them, so she trained almost every day. She observed shinobi that came to the temple closely and got to see some fights as well, where she picked up some of the basics. Suki had a talent and learned quickly but she managed to keep her training secret, so the Miko had no idea what Suki was capable of already. Suki herself became a Miko and prayed at the shrines and in the temple often trying to talk to her ancestors about her past.

Suki heard them, mumbling, trying to talk to her, but all the time there was something she understand without a doubt. “You have to train more; you are not ready yet!”. Suki was not sure at some point if it was her imagination trying to justify her actions or if it was really a message from her ancestors. She kept on praying and training ridiculously hard and the voices during prayer became more intelligible. She learned more about her clan, their powers and got to know a little bit about her parents. She ascended from a religious family of shinobi, her parents probably in disguise to protect the villagers. Nonetheless, there where still many mysteries surrounding Sukis fate and she was eager to find out.

One day observing shinobi, Suki found out about a Jutsu she had not yet heard from. Kuchiyose no Jutsu. Immediately, Suki wanted to try it out, forming the hand seals, when she feels her chakra growing stronger, she closed her eyes concentrating on trying to perform the Jutsu as she was startled by a voice talking to her. “So, you finally made it huh?”, Suki opened her eyes and found herself on a field surrounded by dragons. Suki was not sure if she was crazy or not, but little did she know she had just encountered what her clan was known for in the past. A pact with dragons, divine creatures that had become a myth, also for Suki. It seemed that the dragons where the last remaining part of Sukis family that taught her almost everything, she had not been able to find out on her own. She started to realize that she heard the dragons through her prayers, not her ancestors, but their summoning animals. Suki began to have a strong bond to the dragons and trained a lot with them and slowly she found out more about her heritage. She grew stronger with the help of her newfound family that was closer to her than any of the Miku ever could be. She realized that the Miko must fear her powers and that something must have happened, so that her clan had to live undercover. She wanted to find out the rest of her story, but she did not know what she had gotten herself into……

#naruto #naruto oc #narutooc #shinobi #ninja #dragon #summoning #jutsu #OC #oc character #narutoverse #fanfic #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #kuchiyose #kuchiyose no jutsu #imagines #imagine

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jaz-wegott · 5 years ago

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The Recruit (1/?)

A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m rusty but this has been in my head...Idk if anyone will read it...but yea enjoy...or don’t lol. Just be nice cuz I’m sensitive about my shit

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, bordering the line of becoming a full fledged groan as my back was once again slammed into the padded floor of the training room. My body begged me to stay down, to humbly accept the defeat that seemed to be destined for me. Possibly foolishly, I lifted myself from the ground without an ounce of grace. With a shaky breath, I willed myself not to burst into tears as I composed myself back into a fighting stance.

You would have thought that my persistence would grant me some type of mercy or even approval from my trainer. But seeing as though my trainer was currently more of a tormentor than an actual trainer seeing as though I hadn’t really learned anything new in the seven months of rigorous training. I had however, found myself constantly flattened on my back like a pancake. Even in non physical aspects, my answers were always wrong. But this was something I’d wanted more than anything so I couldn’t give up. At least that’s what I’d spent the last few months telling myself. I was slowly losing the will to convince myself of that.

Bucky gave me a slow disapproving glare-- the expression that was only saved for me. As head of SHIELD’s training division, Bucky never seemed to impressed with any of us new recruits. But he was less than unimpressed by me, he was disgusted by me. At first, I’d assumed it was some messed up version of tough love, of him trying to bring out the best in me through being overly harsh. However, his biting words and icy stares had only proven that he did not believe I belonged there. He didn’t think I was good enough.

That revelation had not struck me by surprise. It had unfortunately been a common theme in my life I was striving to overcome. Throughout my military training and my time at an ivy-league university, I had often found myself in rooms where I was the only woman of color among many white men. My cocoa pigmented skin, broad nose, and coarse, untamed hair often conveyed a message to my counterparts that I brought significantly less to the table. Many times I’d been questioned about if I only succeeded as much as I had due to affirmative action, as if I hadn’t put in three times the effort to achieve all I had.

Bucky Barnes was from an era where black women were rarely little else other than maids or service workers. In his day being black and female was a double whammy of struggle and shame. Is that why he constantly treated me as if I had no right to be on such an elite team? Is that the reason he never showed me an ounce of mercy during our sparring sessions-- never hesitating to use his super soldier strength and enhanced metal arm to bring me to defeat? Did he believe because of my skin color that I automatically lacked the capacity to avenge evil like the rest of them?

My thoughts fueled me with brand new anger and resistance. Gritting my teeth and narrowing my mind’s focus, I uttered a simple “Again.” With a deep inhale, i summoned the strength of my ancestors, remembering how resilient they’d been, reminding myself that that same DNA flowed through my blood. I reminded myself that I was indeed good enough. I was Princeton educated, I’d served as a Lieutenant in the Air Force. I had what it took and Bucky Barnes would find out one way or another. Unfortunately, today would not be that day.

“Training’s over.” He dismissed me quickly, without so much as a second glance as he moved to pick up the equipment we’d used during this session. The rest of my teammates quickly dispersed to the locker rooms, the signs of fatigue evident as they trudged away. I however found myself unable to move as I stared angrily at the back of Bucky’s head, secretly wishing I had some sort of heat vision.

“I believe you were dismissed, recruit.” Bucky threw over his shoulder as he continued straightening the room back.

“Yes, but I need to speak to you.” I replied, knowing that I was treading into dangerous waters. However, I could no longer allow myself to not be given a fair shot. I’d been benched from missions because Bucky kept claiming I wasn’t ready. When I asked for extra training in order to fix whatever he felt I was lacking, I’d been swiftly denied. Even still, I’d been getting up at 4 every morning to train my damn self, pouring over tactical training books til the early morning hours. And yet, I still wasn’t good enough.

“If it’s not regarding training, we have nothing to discuss.” Bucky responded with a clip in his tone as he finally turned to face me.

“Well it is regarding my training.” I blurted quickly before I lost my nerve and his attention. “I have sat out for 4 missions, despite me training intensely on my own. I have asked for specific feedback from you regarding what makes me ‘not ready’ in your eyes and have received none. No matter what I have tried, it never seems to be enough for you. I am all too aware of the discrepancy between how you treat my colleagues versus how you interact with me. And I have only one question...is it because I’m black?” I rambled, knowing that I had just crossed a line that I could not quickly backpedaled behind.

I was never one to play the race card, even when it was warranted. I never wanted to be seen as someone who was quick to accuse everyone of being discriminatory. I’d seen it go awry too often. But, I was at a loss for what else to say. Combined with the fact that Bucky tended to make me nervous and having his full undivided attention only amplified that, I found I no longer had control of my mouth.

My words seemed to catch Bucky by surprise as bewilderment shown in his arctic blue eyes. His mouth attempted to form words for several minutes, his lips opening and closing several times as he sputtered without sound. He almost looked like a deer in headlights, giving him a much sweeter appearance than I was used to. In this light, he was almost attractive--even if he did hate my guts.

“No. Absolutely not.” Bucky finally managed to choke out with a conviction that sounded completely authentic. Though I was relieved to know it had nothing to do with my skin color, I found myself devastated. If it wasn’t because of my outward characteristics, could it be because of my inward nature? The thought alone caused a crushing pain to rush through my chest. Did this mean, that I truly wasn’t good enough? That I didn’t belong here simply because I didn’t have what it takes?

Completely stunned and with the fight knocked out of me, all I could utter was a breathless “Oh.” Bucky narrowed his eyes in my direction as if assessing the inner turmoil I was experiencing. His entire demeanor seemed to soften towards me, making me feel as if I was standing in front of a complete stranger. The only interactions I’d had with Bucky had been gruff, impersonal, and standoffish. On the rarest of occasions I’d seen him crack a smile or even joke with one of his fellow avengers or another of the recruits. However, this softer side was something I’d never witnessed before.

A soft, shy smile played on Bucky’s lips as he took a cautious step towards me, bringing us closer than we’d ever stood to one another besides during sparring when he’d used all his power to defeat me. “I know that I’ve been hard on you. And it’s unfair to you. I apologize for that. I was just... I dunno.” he whispered, almost as if he feared my reaction to his words.

“You don’t know what?” I answered, unsatisfied with that attempted explanation. I needed more than that. I needed to know his treatment hadn’t been because he viewed me as a waste of time. Bucky’s shy smile grew more timid as he took another careful step in my direction. He was so close, I had no other choice but to lift my head up to see his face. To anyone looking in on this, it might have seemed like an intimate moment between two people with a deep connection. However, that was far from the case between Bucky and I.

“I’ve been so hard on you because...I’ve treated you differently than the rest of the recruits because, I feel differently about you than the rest of the recruits. I was trying not to treat you different but I guess I still treated you different. But I’m in charge of training you guys so I shouldn’t feel anything towards any of you, but then I did and I didn’t know how to not feel it.” Bucky rambled nervously. From what I had known, Bucky never seemed flustered. He was always the perfect vision of cool, calm, and collected with a natural brooding nature about him. It was what some might call an attractive swagger. Some, but not me. Perplexed, I found myself tilting my head in question, silently prompting him to expound in a way I’d understand.

“What I mean to say is...I’ve been so hard on you because I’m soft for you. I’m in love with you.” Bucky finally breathed out, his eyes connecting with mine as we stared at one another in silence, both of us waiting for the other to make the first move.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes and reader

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cantusecho-archive · 5 years ago

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(Good lord, episode 7.

Let me just say that it’s pretty crazy that we’re already half-way through the season now? It’s almost overrrrr.

But moving on from that, this episode starts out with Millaarc and Elsa forcing Elfnein to activate what they needed in terms of using Carol’s body.

I’m still really confused on what Millaarc’s ability does and it frustrates me because I feel stupid. Lol. I know it’s clearly mental and dealing with the mind, but it seems like it’s used in so many different ways now that I don’t even know how to explain it.

Regardless, she tries doing this again with Elfnein to destroy her mind. However, Carol literally bursts out of nowhere to stop her.

Now, I originally had a feeling that Carol would make an appearance not only because of where they were, but the summary itself, the top half of it specifically. The portion for the episode I mean is this:

If that which was sworn to be slain is put to words, erase them by plucking the strings from beyond zeros and ones. Discarded as unnecessary and unworthy, echoes of memories once lost linger here.

The “memory” mention is a pretty clear indicator to Carol, as they’re within the Chateau, Elfnein has been trying to reach back out to Carol now that they share the same body, and because Carol’s whole deal was dealing with memories. But what also stood out was the mention of “zeros and ones”.

Carol actually mentions “zeroes and ones” in her battle song (Senkin Dur da Bla) back in GX;

Nothingness is the only peaceful paradise What can I do but believe in that? I’ll expose and extol the providence of all creation With my music enshrined in 0s and 1s

So that just felt like a huge hint there too in that she’d make a reappearance somehow. I just wasn’t expecting it that early in the episode...nor did I expect the end, haha. I love Carol.

But regardless, this stops Millaarc immediately, and seems to end up hurting her briefly in the process.

Also, I was surprised that Miku wasn’t the cocoon thing. I thought she was, since that was what happened to Hibiki, but I guess the divine power didn’t actually go within Miku. Instead, it began to somehow manifest itself instead, thanks to her I suppose?

So, Tsubasa, Hibiki, Kirika and Shirabe go and engage in a fight with the strange deity with Chris and Maria trying to make their way there. But it’s a multi-dimensional being, just like the one in AXZ that I can never fully properly spell the name of.

And what stopped it last time was Hibiki and the so called “god-killer” ability, so that’s what she does. But the odd thing about it is that after Hibiki saves Kirika, she was caught in it. HQ says that it begins focusing energy on her instead, which I assume it was overloading her? But I’m not sure in which way.

Regardless, it’s enough to take Hibiki completely out of the fight, forcing Tsubasa to suggest they all retreat.

This thing looks so gross, haha. It’s like a giant, big headed...baby thing.

But anyway, they say Hibiki’s injuries are far more severe than they seem but no other details than that. Not sure how that is though but suppose we have to wait and see.

Also, Tsubasa’s smile was one of the preview pics for this episode and honestly, it was nice to see her smile...but I was worried about the context.

Something about her smile and comment just feels so off to me. Clearly she’s still not okay, and even Genjurou was surprised by her comment, so this doesn’t mean she’s better. No one knows that Tsubasa is dealing with that whole “seal” thing and we don’t even know how to break it so...I’m just not sure about it haha.

I talked to a friend saying that maybe she’s desperate for some good news or someone telling her she did a good deed? Or she’s trying to think of what Kanade would do? It’s hard for me to explain my feelings on this without making any sense.

After this, everyone on the bridge finally hears the ‘Apple’ song by rearranging the melody that Shem-Ha plays thanks to an idea that Maria had.

Maria makes reference to the Chernobyl disaster in Ukraine, as that’s where she and Serena are from, which happened in 1986. It’s been officially stated (or at least shown in the second episode of XV) that the show currently takes place in the year 2044. Maria is currently 22, so that makes her born in the year 2022.

So saying that her ancestors have a similar song can hint to a lot, just like how Tsubasa’s comment leads to. Maria (and Serena) very well may be a descendant of the Annunaki/Custodians, or has a connection with them somehow. Now it’s just speculation but still, it has to mean something. They’ve been alluding to Airgetlam and ‘Apple’ ever since the second episode (at least the song they have) so I mean...it’s slowly but surely getting there. Lol.

Plus it was a massive trigger to bring the world together in song way back in G for them to get enough phonic gain to achieve their X-Drives back then.

After this, Hibiki has a brief dream about the conversation her and Miku had in the first episode. I never did talk about the first episode but this conversation was just throwing a whole bunch of red flags from the get-go. Miku posing the question if she was a burden on someone else, would Hibiki stop her but then turns around and jokes saying that it was a hypothetical question.

Of course I still think she meant this as her fear of being a burden on Hibiki (aka Miku’s guilt) but again, this seems like a re-imagining of that conversation.

It’s different in the fact that Miku says that if she’s ever a burden, that she wants Hibiki to stop her, that she’s the only one who can. Hibiki, throughout this whole exchange, is actually really confused while Miku continues on saying that she’s the only one that she “trusts with all I have”. And it ends there. I can see this being a possible dream of Hibiki where she’s re-imagining the scene but replacing it with the details she knows now, or kind of like her fears slipping in?

But then I saw someone else pose a possible idea of her and Miku actually communicating through the same dream since they’re both knocked tf out right now. Not sure which one is true enough but it very well could be Hibiki having a dream.

Okay, this second half of the episode is just pure gold for Elfnein. It’s a lot of little things that stood out to me too, not even just the big reveal at the end. Here’s one:

Elfnein gaining self-worth in herself ever since the end of GX. Elfnein, in her own way, has gotten so much stronger over the seasons and this whole half showcases that I think. But she’s stuck between Vanessa and co. since they’re trying to kill her. But the second she calls out for help---

THE PREVIOUS AUTOSCORERS COME BACK. I swear, I didn’t see this coming. Like, at all. I actually really enjoyed them back in GX, I found them to be interesting, even with their limited time on screen. The OVAs build on them more but I still felt there was enough there for them to be interesting and for us to get a feel on their dynamics together.

The next thing that’s great for Elfnein:

Elfnein being assertive. She decides trying to fight back and rescue Miku instead. It was strong enough to surprise Genjurou so I mean lmao.

Then another thing for Elfnein as a character. Noble Red catches up to them, so Phara and Leiur stay behind to slow them down while Micha and Garie lead Elfnein away.

Instead of apologizing, she chooses to say thank you instead. It’s something simple like that that shows how much Elfnein has grown too.

The next one is a comment that Micha makes. In the OVAs, Micha makes a comment of how it’s hard for her to hold hands with people due to her claws. She speaks about how she’s the “ultimate autoscorer” but she needs the help of Garie to literally do everything for her; collecting memories, holding hands, and even tying her ribbon.

So she was slightly bummed that she couldn’t help escort Elfnein away like Garie could because her hands were too big.

But Elfnein tells her that she thinks her hands are “really cool” and she loves them. That gave Micha motivation to keep on fighting and made her happy. It was just something so simple and small that was really really sweet, especially knowing how Micha felt about her hands.

Noble Red catches up though, and defeats all of them easily. Garie was the last one to help Elfnein get away. And now that she’s alone, Elfnein is faced with the fact that everyone has helped her, but she wants to figure out a way to help them too.

She wants to repay everyone back for their help and kindness but didn’t know how. And so, faced with an incoming attack from Vanessa, she ends up doing this:

She freaking summons the relic Dur da Bla and basically...Carol comes back. AND has a new song. Song is called “Echo of Sforzato”.

I was over the moon when this happened, haha. I couldn’t believe they’d actually have Carol come back in such a way? Again, the beginning is the only think I thought we’d get. But this? Good lord. It’s hard to explain my emotions about this episode because it was sooooo good for Elfnein especially in terms of character, same for the autoscorers. It touched on previous things about them in the OVAs, and added more to it, even if they only had small and limited cameos.

Also, one neat thing about the transformation Carol/Elfnein has is that in her hat, it shows the reflections of Leiur, Phara, Garie and Micha. The colors represented them before but the thing about it is that if you freeze frame the scene, it shows them making poses exactly like their “enemies” GX CD covers.

Luckily someone made a picture of them all on twitter so I can paste them here haha.

There’s two because Micha is the only one that changes twice for both Shirabe and Kirika. This part isn’t even a second long, it zooms by SUPER fast, but the detail in it is amazing.

It’s just a REALLY nice callback that they probably didn’t even have to add in. Plus there’s some other cool “behind the scene” things they posted on twitter (official staff) that even other stuff they made was meant to reference past CD albums (Like Leiur and her “big sister” version of herself was to reference the GX concert cover with Maria and Tsubasa).

Regardless, yeah this episode was great with the callbacks and references. I enjoyed it and got emotional over it. It turned out to be a great episode for Elfnein as a character honestly, which isn’t what I expected but glad it happened. ♥)

#ooc #(pure madness; it's like my computer refuses to let me make these posts haha)#(replies tomorrow though! I'm sorry!)

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