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ninjakittenarmy · 6 months ago

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Gonna do my Grey Warden:

ESSENTIALS

Name: Alexei Amell

Age: 24

Only significance of the name is that they’re related to Hawkes family.

Race and Class: Human Mage. Naturally, they were trained in the circle and learned their basic skills there. Passed their harrowing with flying colors, killed two demons. The first of two trial by fire initiation rituals they undertook.

They don’t have any particular ill will towards the other races. They’re not particularly comfortable with the alienage system for elves, and have something of a grudge against Dwarven isolationism due to that priest they aided in founding a chantry being lynched.

Alignment: Good, though pragmatic. It’s more about results than general principles. You’ll see what I mean shortly.

Specialties: They dabble in a fair few but their preference is for Arcane Warrior and Blood Mage (told ya).

Preferred Weapons: Staves. Not necessarily any one in particular, though they have a fondness for the irony of using Darkspawn ones against them. It’s in the blood, they figure.

Dress: Typically mage robes of different varieties. They’ve grown accustomed to the specific feeling of the loosely fitting cloth clothing they wore in the circle and it makes spell casting easier. Plus, they come in different varieties for all occasions in case one needs to be ready to cast at a moment’s notice (which is far from rare in his line of work).

Notable Markings: Not really. Benefit of being a distance fighter means most of the scars are mental.

LIFE

Birth Place: Alexei was born in the Frostback Mountains region of Ferelden and spent a considerable amount of his childhood either there or in Denerim. Unfortunately, he was taken from his home after his mage powers were discovered and was raised there for his teen and early adult years. He has only distant memories of his old home and family. He was however very close to several apprentices in the tower, such as his roommate, Jowan. He WAS rather curious when he heard Skyhold, his family’s old castle, became the headquarters of the new Inquisition however, and that apparently, Anders had met his cousin before staging his revolution. He’d never met Hawke before but his role in Kirkwall politics is one he followed closely.

Social Class: He was born noble but being a mage has had far more impact on his life.

Languages: His main language is the human tongue spoken in Thedas, but he’s been trying to learn Dwarven, Elvish, and at least a bit of the Qun language for diplomatic reasons.

Family: As mentioned, the most prominent relatives he has at the moment are his cousins, the Hawkes. He considers it unfortunate that he never actually met the Hawkes during his brief stay in Lothering. If he ever meets Anders again, maybe they’ll talk about them. He can’t help but find it funny that after Wynn persuaded him to help prevent the Libertarians from staging an uprising, his cousins and his old comrade literally blew the whole thing up a few years later anyway. Perhaps it was for the best.

Religion: He’s Andrastean, like most of Ferelden. Definitely a heretic considering his disdain for the circle but a very devout heretic. The Inquisitor and Leliana would see his views vindicated.

Party Members they’re close to: Most of them actually. Closest would probably be Leliana due to their shared opinions on religious matters, Alistair due to them being comrades in arms and the sole survivors of Ostigar, and Morrigan, whom he has a kid with. He grew closer with Oghren after the latter joined the Wardens as well. Also the dog but that’s a given.

Significant cultural aspects: Despite being isolated from society for so long, he inherited many aspects of Ferelden culture, such as his opposition to slavery (pretty normal most places) and his affinity with dogs. He was eager to look into acquiring a proper Mabari war hound at Ostigar and thanks to his help with a sick hound, said dog would survive and manage to reunite with him after the disaster there. His fellowship may have split but that dog is still with him.

Day Job: Being an apprentice, his day job was mostly studying, and doing whatever the enchanters needed doing. He was pretty much destined for the military from the beginning, as he was mostly focusing on combat magic.

Education: They were educated in the circle. That means that in addition to magic, they’re extremely well versed in academic matters like math and science. Very well read by medieval standards too. However their knowledge of the political landscape is more limited, hence why so much needed to be explained to them after joining the Wardens.

Free Time and Vices: They enjoy a good celebration or night on the town as much as anyone, stopping into local taverns, restaurants, or any local gather places to unwind with the others. Their favorite hobby is probably reading however. Especially reading stuff that wasn’t permitted in the circle. The only hobby that real counts as a vice for them is, funnily (and perhaps disturbingly) enough, fighting. Going on side quests to eliminate the local bandits, monsters, and other such threats is what he considers unwinding. Drugs, alcohol, and brothel visits just don’t compare to boiling a Darkspawn inside out.

Serious Injuries: Quite often. Broken ribs, torn arteries, concussions, being a mage doesn’t make you very durable.

3&4: See above. Their relationships with their companions are quite good, aside from that time Sten challenged him for leadership. Zevran and Oghren are his go to party mates naturally, while Alister and Leliana are his main confidants. Alistair is also his de facto Adjutant.

PARTY

Preferred Team: Depends Greatly on context. In general he tried to rotate his party out so everyone could build a rapport with each other and gain combat experience. Cultural expertise can be a factor too. Alistair is the go to expert on nobility, which Alexei has little experience with due to growing up in the circle, Zevran has expertise with city elven populations, though less so with the Dalish elves. Oghren and Shale were his go to companions for Orzimar diplomacy and the exploration of the Deep Roads and Dwarven Ruins. Leliana was his go to for Chantry diplomacy and he naturally brought her to seek the Ashes of Andraste.

The only companion he didn’t particularly get along with was Velanna due to her intense prejudice towards humans and many resulting murders. He mostly recruited her out of necessity. It’s telling that he and Nathaniel Howe had a more cordial relationship, though it helps that Alexei’s opposition to Howe’s father was strictly professional.

He also had a great deal of camaraderie with Anders and Justice. He and Anders are of like minded views on the circle and they even bonded over their mutual interest in blood magic. He’s certain Anders will go on to do great things. Justice meanwhile was a rather kind-hearted and valiant spirit, which was refreshing given all the demons Alexei has had to deal with. They became fast friends when staging an uprising against the Baroness in the fade, and continued to bond over their mutual passion for safeguarding the common folk and battling evil. Sigrun and Alexei had a similar relationship. The Legion of the Dead and the Wardens already share a bond in battling the Darkspawn, and he was glad to have such an eager recruit. Ironically, she became less eager to seek a valiant death after their journey together.

Companion Quests: They were extremely diligent with resolving their party’s personal matters. He helped Leliana eliminate her old paramour who betrayed her, acquired Sten’s sword, allowing him to return to his homeland with honor and become Arishok, managed to buy Wynn considerable time by seeking out Aneirin, helped Oghren win over his crush (which somehow ended up with him becoming a general in Ferelden’s armies, the first Dwarf to do so), and even fought Flemeth for Morrigan. She better be grateful for that last one because that was very difficult.

The only quests that ended less than ideally were Alistair’s and Shakes. Alistair’s sister was a resentful, rather cruel person and there was little Alexei could do about that. Shale meanwhile ended up confronting him over his actions in the deep roads. This was ultimately resolved amicably however.

This trend continued after he became the Commander of the Grey. Some would argue that the his greater responsibilities should have made him prioritize these matters less. He would argue that a full on blight was plenty of responsibility too thank you very much, and just like then, it was best to resolve any of these personal matters so everyone could focus on the mission at hand. Helping Howe reunite with his family and accept the truth of his father, helping Justice rectify the issue he caused by possessing a dead man, getting Sigrun to make amends with the friend she betrayed long ago, and even aiding Velanna in helping her clan (hey, hate her or not, innocent people needed help). Anders’s issue kinda found them anyway. Ser Rylock really ought to have learned to butt out.

Romance: They didn’t have much time for a proper romance all things considered. They did however become rather close with Morrigan, though the circumstances behind their having a child together were unusual. He’s not really sure what to make of their relationship but he’s been a part of the child’s upbringing whenever possible.

CODEX

Magical Matters: Abominations are ah, unpleasant to deal with. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about becoming one, and that’s like, the one saving grace the circle system has. Or it would be if they didn’t mess up anyway.

Circle and Templars: He really does not like the circle system. He believes it’s an oppressive, unjustifiable system and is less than convinced of its necessity. After all, it got overrun by abominations despite being created to stop it and his merry gang was able to solve the problem anyway. And honestly, dealing with Loghain and his nobles were harder to beat and caused far more destruction than the abominations anyway.

As for the Templars themselves, they were never overly cruel to him in the circle despite their trepidation and prejudice towards mages. He got the impression most were at least well intentioned. If they were trained to be more dedicated to demon hunting and less to jailing mages, there may be hope for them.

Grey Wardens: He’s naturally pretty grateful that they saved him from being executed. It wasn’t the best circumstances to be recruited but hey, when is it ever with them? And they gave him a chance to have far more freedom than he’d ever have otherwise. He was enraged at Loghain’s betrayal, naturally, and made it his life’s mission to rebuild the order and hopefully, stop the calling too. Whatever it takes.

Fade: They’re not particularly fond of going into the Fade (aside from the regular dreaming). It’s dangerous and difficult to navigate and obeys no consistent laws of reality. Spirits are fairly amicable, if alien beings. The main experience he has with them is in the aforementioned Fade trips where they were pretty helpful, and with Justice, who served with him against the Darkspawn. All in all, positive experience. His opinions on Demons are expectedly negative. Despite using blood magic, he considers them about as much of a threat as the Darkspawn. He’s especially not fond of desire demons since they’re a pain to deal with and keep enthralling or possessing innocent people by tricking them. He also finds their seductive manner of speaking and constant erm, eroticized gestures to be more uncomfortable to be around than actually seductive. “I desire you to go away, madam.”

Darkspawn: His opinion is less than positive on the Darkspawn. Once you’ve faced a blight, it’s hard not to constantly think about the millions of them down there, digging their way towards their sleeping gods, constantly building their way towards the next blight. He’d almost sympathize with the other wardens’ efforts to build an army of demons to power through them and slaughter the remaining gods if that wasn’t also the single stupidest idea he’d ever heard.

Dragons: Encountering a cult that believed a dragon was Andraste reborn was a bizarre experience after seeing the Arch-Demon. Combined with Flemeth and he has to wonder why so many non-dragons take dragon forms. Only two were legit, but that more than you’d expect. Flemeth was (as far as he knows) a witch, so she could just choose, but that doesn’t explain the Tevinter gods. Has to wonder if the dragons themselves are connected somehow to them. If there’s one thing he’s glad he learned, it’s that drinking dragon blood gives you superpowers. Goes great with the drake scale armor he commissioned (for Sten).

Other Religions: The Qun sounds interesting if hard to understand, especially the part where their race doesn’t have a separate name from the faith but anyone can join said faith. Their treatment of mages is horrific however. The Dwarven faith is hard for him to understand since it apparently has no god, but the Stone SOUNDS like a god, yet isn’t.

There’s also the aforementioned priest lynching. As for the elven faith, he’s more than a bit skeptical that they used to be immortal. Considering the guy he met who claimed to have rediscovered it was actually using blood magic, which a human mage (Avernus) has done before too, he ALSO has to question whether this immortality was entirely natural. That bit about it going away because they’re near other races is DEFINITELY bullshit though. Still, he has a healthy respect for their culture and traditions and hey, he’s a blood mage too, maybe it’s not as evil as we thought. Zathrian’s just a dick.

Only other faith he’s familiar with is the old Tevinter gods. All things considered, less than stellar experience with them. His faith in the Maker is stronger now. This religion is much better.

Deep Roads: Dark, hard to navigate, and full of Darkspawn. Not a place he wants to spend his final days, hence the quest to stop the calling. Nonetheless, his expeditions down there were among what he considers the most fascinating as they delved into the ancient and forgotten realms of the Dwarves. He hopes Bhelen’s efforts to reclaim parts of it make things safer down there. The less ground for the Darkspawn to claim, the better.

Foreign Countries: He’s been to Orlais on his quest to rebuild the order and find a solution to this calling nonsense. The nobility are even worse than Ferelden’s but his comrades in the Wardens have both proven fine company, and there’s much to enjoy about Orlesian culture in general. Given that he saw what anti-Orlesian prejudice did to Loghain, he’s done his best to overcome any bad blood between their countries and its effects on his attitudes. After all, if we HAD gotten reinforcements at Ostigar, like they offered, a lot fewer people would have died. All in all, a fine nation with fine people with a dire need for a change in leadership.

He’s likely to visit Tevinter as well in his quest. His experience with Tevinter has been less than stellar, though he figures the people there are in a similar situation. It IS the one place where mages aren’t treated like crap, but something needs to be done about the slavery. He dissuaded Andre’s from romanticizing it too much.

Animals they like or hate: As mentioned, he shares his culture’s affection for dogs, and also like cats a fair bit. Not too fond of giant spiders though. Seen enough of them to last ten lifetimes.

Folk Songs: He finds them pretty interesting. There’s a fair few books on them in the libraries at the circle but it was rare to actually hear them. Can be odd if he imagined a completely different tune than what it actually sounds like.

PROTAGONIST SPECIFIC

Origin: Alexei was a circle mage who passed his final trial with flying colors, slaying not one but two demons. This ultimately put him on Duncan’s radar, and would save his life after his little heist. When Jowan told him he was going to be made tranquil, he offered to help immediately. He believed his friend when he proclaimed his innocence, and saw little reason not to help him escape. He’d always had serious reservations about the circle anyway. He strongly considered destroying his own philactery as well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t present.

Of course, when Jowan turned out to actually be a Blood Mage, this left him in a tight spot. He considered begging forgiveness, but he realized that the circle, being what it was, would kill him regardless. He decided to be defiant to the end, proclaiming he regretted nothing. Fortunately, this was not the end for him.

Feelings on Recruitment: Alexei pretty eagerly accepted his recruitment into the Wardens. He’d already been interested in the prospect before, and a life free from the circle battling against Darkspawn instead of whatever squabble the circle would have him fight in sounded appealing. It would be dangerous but so was being a mage. Safety had always been a fantasy to him.

The Wilds were his first experience with the Darkspawn. They weren’t particularly powerful ones, but the sight of violent, bestial creatures in the form of sentient races unsettled him. Drinking their blood did not seem a desirable option. On the plus side, he found the necessary herbs to aid a Mabarri at camp.

Ostigar was a time of trepidation for him. The calm before the storm. He never could have predicted just how badly things were about to go however.

Opinions on Caelan and Duncan: He admired Duncan at first, especially after he saved his life. He seemed to be a proud and noble warrior. His opinion however, greatly soured after Duncan killed Ser Jorey. He found the justification of him having drawn his blade flimsy at best, as he’d made no move to attack him. He saw little harm in allowing him to quit, secrets or no. He would vow not to do this as Commander of the Grey. Respect him though he did, he did not agree with his actions.

As for Caelan, he was rather honored to meet the king himself. The man seemed a tad naive, but at the very least he showed the Wardens their due respect, unlike his detestable general Loghain. Truth be told, he saw his unfailing optimism and glory-seeking ways to be the lesser evil to Loghain’s complete contempt for the order. He found Loghain’s insistence that he made a more competent ruler rather hilarious given he apparently believed the Archdemon could be easily killed or that Orlais was the greater threat. He may not have known exactly WHY a Warden was necessary to defeat it for good, but the man still seemed astoundingly ignorant of basic history in regards to blights, which have always come close to annihilating all life on the surface.

He ultimately vowed to avenge them, by any means necessary.

Nightmares: His nightmares of the Archdemon plagued him frequently, growing ever louder as the Blight progressed. He didn’t know what it was asking of him. To join it? To throw himself into the hordes and be devoured? He didn’t know and he didn’t WANT to know. There are few things more terrifying than hearing a malevolent god-thing call to you directly.

He was naturally not happy to hear about the Calling. He’d already been lied to about the joining’s potential lethality, but this was, debatably, even worse. He blamed Duncan more than Alistair. It was hard to fault his friend for having trouble telling him something like that.

Still, that didn’t mean he was going to take this lying down. There had to be a cure. A way to stave off the calling. The strange mage, Avernus seemed to have resisted it for a considerable amount of time, all the while prolonging his natural lifespan. Perhaps this research could lead him to a more permanent solution.

Broken Circle Nightmare: The real nightmare was navigating that place.

Flemith: She seemed to be a somewhat charming if deeply unsettling person at first. Given that she saved him and Alistair, he couldn’t find much reason to dislike her, especially with his indifference to apostasy. After Morrigan revealed her method of immortality however, his opinion did a 180. Perhaps the Witch of the Wilds was a serious threat after all. He elected to deal with her. He shudders at the thought of the reports that she may not be entirely dead.

Dog Name: Spinx, after my family’s old dog.

Lothering: He did whatever he could for the people in Lothering. Aiding the Chantry’s relief efforts, searching for missing persons, clearing out hostile wildlife, and other small gestures. Aside from Sten and Leliana, he wouldn’t hear if any of the townspeople survived until much later when he heard he’d actually had distant cousins in the village, and most of the family had fled to Kirkwall. He was surprised to have missed them.

He regretted leaving the town like he did. A part of him wanted to stand and fight. Unfortunately, he knew their small party couldn’t take on an army of that size. Hopefully, other refugees had gotten out in time. Several had announced their intentions to do so.

Loghain Propaganda Reaction: As mentioned before, he has a low regard for Loghain as a leader, and this was probably the biggest reason why. He could hardly believe someone would be so self-sabotaging. It was as if he was TRYING to ensure the deaths of everyone.

Circle: He elected to forgo the Right of Annulment. While the demonic incursion was a formidable threat, he felt they had to at least try to rescue the remaining mages. Both out of camaraderie and out of necessity. Ferelden would need their aid soon enough.

Haven: As mentioned before, he had to wonder exactly what had caused the cult to believe a high dragon was Andraste reborn. They seemed to be a truly deranged group of people. He balked at the idea of aiding them in destroying the ashes, but pretended to go along with it regardless, due to their offering of their secret of the art of the reaver. He had to admit though that their ability to communicate with and seemingly tame it was impressive. Nonetheless, he had to slay it to make the passage safe for future pilgrims.

He didn’t get the opportunity to keep any ashes after healing the Arl. He didn’t want to risk angering the Maker himself by getting into a fight with the guardian for more.

Loved One at Temple: Seeing Jowan again was surreal, especially since he was already in the dungeon back at Redcliffe. He still maintained that he regretted nothing and would still have helped him escape.

Defense of Redcliff: He and his party held the line at Redcliff, slaughtering many of the undead that besieged the village. Villagers there would later describe them as being like a four man army rather than a simple adventurer’s party. It was impossible to prevent all casualties that night but most of the faces he saw during his daytime preparations still greeted him at dawn.

Truth be told, he wasn’t particularly reluctant to defend the town. He was, after all, a Grey Warden. Being a bystander was rather contrary to his oath, and he did not take that oath reluctantly. Normally, he’d be more specialized in handling Darkspawn but the actual specifics of who he defended people from were never that important to him. Truth be told, the undead and demons at Redcliff seemed eerily similar to the Darkspawn as a threat. At the very least, he was qualified to handle it.

In addition, abandoning it would have been foolish from a practical standpoint. The town was a huge part of why Arl Eamon could help them in the first place. Eamon would be crippled without his people or his soldiers. It would be foolish to write them off as a secondary concern.

Connor and Jowan: He didn’t feel they had enough time to journey all the way to the circle to get aid from the mages there. Waiting meant more undead incursions, and the Arl was on borrowed time himself. Jowan’s blood magic was the only option they had at the time. Regrettable as Isolde’s sacrifice was, it ultimately allowed him to journey into the Fade and slay the desire demon controlling Conor. Even managed to trick it into offering him the secrets of Blood Magic before reneging on the deal. Forbidden or no, he needed every tool he could get against the Darkspawn.

Jowan was ultimately returned to the circle. It was the most lenient sentence the Warden could broker. He’d use his pull as Warden Commander and savior of the circle to delay his execution as long as possible. When the joining could be performed once more, he’d look into recruitment.

Isolde’s death was regrettable, and he understood Alistair’s rage at his decision. He managed to console his friend on the loss and explain his reasoning. It was the only way to save Connor. Admittedly, privately, he wasn’t as torn up by her death as he let on. She’d been an abusive, cruel, and reckless woman concerned with her reputation at least as much as her son, and what she’d actually done to Alistair made Alexei feel she was unworthy of his sympathy.

Elves and Werewolves: Ultimately, he managed to convince Zathrian to release his curse on the werewolves, at the cost of his and the Lady of the Forest’s lives. This transformed the werewolves back into humans, and secured an alliance with the Dalish Elves.

Orzimar Crisis: Alexei never thought he’d find himself backing Bhelen. The man was a ruthless, untrustworthy bastard who murdered a man in public. However, he was won over by his plans for granting rights to the casteless and reforming the Dwarven government, as well as by his ambitions to reclaim the Deep Roads. The way things were going, even if the Blight were thwarted, Dwarven civilization could fall within a generation if something weren’t done and Harrowmont made it clear he wouldn’t be the one to do it.

His plans would pay off. Not only did Bhelen deliver on his promises of aid, but his rule would allow the Dwarven society to bounce back from the brink, ending a centuries long era of stagnation and clinging to life in a single city. He did still regret the death of Harrowmont’s clan.

Anvil Conflict: Despite her atrocities, Alexei ultimately sided with Branka. Deranged as she was, he felt she was right that Caradin was a fool to destroy the Anvil. The abuses of the technology in the past didn’t change the fact that the Golems could be indispensable to the war effort, and give the dwarves a major edge in reclaiming the Deep Roads from the Darkspawn. And the less ground the Darkspawn had, the better.

Anora: His opinion of Anora was decidedly mixed. He was glad to have her support, but was rather uncomfortable with her apologism toward her father and his actions. Ironically, the betrayal meant a bit less to him, since it was a no-win scenario, and she DID tell his comrades so they could save him and his team. Still, their differences would prove irreconcilable at the landsmeet, where she would turn on him for seeking justice. She is now in the dungeons, and likely will be for the rest of her life.

Landsmeet result: As you may have guessed by that last bit, Alexei supported Alistair alone. While Anora would have been a good ally to strengthen his claim, her position on justice for his comrades at Ostigar made this a non-starter.

Alexei took to Ferelden politics like a fish to water despite his isolated upbringing, and when it came time to advocate for dethroning Loghain, you couldn’t have asked for a better orator.

It helps that Ferelden politics is very adventurer friendly.

His efforts to save Anora weren’t as pointless as he thought. He was able to expose the horrific torture of political dissidents at the hands of the now deceased Howe. The rescue of several prisoners won over numerous important families, and earned a condemnation from the grand cleric, further ensuring support.

Exposing the slave trafficking ring with Tevinter was similarly beneficial. While many nations sold slaves to Tevinter despite outlawing it domestically, Ferelden proudly stood stalwart as an opponent to this practice. Even with the immense prejudice against the elves of Thedas, there were some things the people simply wouldn’t tolerate. A part of him wished he’d kept the magister heading the operation alive for testimony. Alas, he reduced the man to a red stain on the wall after the man had the audacity to offer up the lives of his slaves in a blood ritual to barter for his life.

He was rather expecting the nobility to refuse to acknowledge the Blight as the true threat. After all, they were already ignoring it under their new king. However, one could not simply ignore this threat without consequence it seemed. Arl Wulff of West Hills had seen his lands devastated and two of his sons killed by the Blight Loghain was so keen to ignore, and rallied likeminded nobles to back the man who was finally acknowledging the threat.

His silver tongue was even able to permit them access to the Landsmeet itself, managing to talk down Ser Cauthrien before bloodshed ensued. They’d need all of Ferelden’s finest warriors alive to face the Blight. The two would ultimately serve together in the final battle.

Ultimately it would come down to a tie. Alister and Loghain would battle personally for the title of king. Alas, few had the confidence Alexei did in his prized Mabari to serve as champion.

Loghain’s Fate: Tempting as the joining was, Alexei would not deny his comrades, nor the innocents harmed by Loghain’s crimes justice. Alistair would execute Loghain himself, avenging those he betrayed.

Fate of The Warden: Alexei was loathe to admit it, but after all he’d been through, the idea of death still terrified him. He was willing to die, but far from eager. When Morrigan offered her… ritual, he accepted the offer. Not exactly the ideal way to have children but he’d hoped to do so someday regardless, and he had the inexplicable feeling that having Urthemiel’s spirit carry on in an unblighted form would be a good thing for the world.

Boon from the King: He asked Alister to grant independence to the Circle of Magi. This way, the Templars would have greater accountability on their treatment of them, more limited authority, and less cruelty in their containment.

Warden’s Keep: Alexei ultimately agreed with Avernus on his assessment of Sophia’s rebellion. It was a necessary revolt against a tyrant king which gave the Wardens purpose in a world between blights.

While the Wardens were not meant to intervene in matters of politics, serving as a neutral order that worked to stop the Blights for the sake of all nations, and gaining unconditional support so long as they did only this, but Arland had already been delegitimizing the Wardens, who were increasingly seen as a useless relic long after the last Blight. Dryden’s actions, though unsuccessful, propelled the Wardens back to their prior prestige. He endorsed her actions fully, even if no proof could be found to back it up.

He concluded that despite the solid rationale of Warden neutrality, it was doing more harm than good. After all, he could not remain neutral when yet another Tyrant brought them down, nor did he remain neutral when he encountered countless hardships as the result of the blight that were technically politically charged, nor in the countless issues he needed to resolve to put his allies in a position to honor their treaties. He felt it was high time that the Wardens took a more proactive stance as protectors of the weak and opponents of evil. At the very least, they could ensure the world was in a position to face the next Blight without a repeat of Ostigar.

Levi would take over Soldier’s Peak, restoring it into a major base of operations for the rebuilding order.

Avernus himself would continue his research under greater ethical constraints. His new form of blood magic could grant serious advantages to the Wardens by tapping into the power of their tainted blood. Expanding on its original purpose and making the order even more formidable.

Golems of Amgarrak: The expedition to the lost Thaig yielded more horrors than knowledge unfortunately. He would have to hedge his bets on Branka and Bhelen resolving their conflict over Golem usage. Nonetheless with their abominable experiments cleared, an expedition for resettlement could begin.

Stone Prisoner: Shale would be recruited at the end of course. Her fate is detailed above. Fortunately, Alexei was also able to dispose of the local desire demon without her possessing the daughter of Shale’s owner.

Witch Hunt: Alexei would ultimately convince Morrigan to allow him to accompany her through the Eluvian to see their son. He deserved that much after everything.

Amaranthane and Vigil’s Keep: Alexei chose to stay and defend Amaranthane. He could hardly abandon his people in their time of need, and they couldn’t afford to lose such an important city.

He’d invested countless resources into fortifying the keep, strengthening it, training its troops and equipping them with the finest weapons and equipment. Its walls of Dwarven stone would hold. It had to hold.

And hold it did. The Darkspawn would fail to breach its walls, and be handily repelled by its garrison. Its troops would become a great order of warriors in their own right, defending the realm for centuries to come.

The Architect: Alexei, upon hearing of his motivations, decided to spare the Architect. While Sigrun and Justice took some persuading, they reluctantly agreed. The Architect’s experiments had caused great hardship for the world, but also great results. If he truly could free the Darkspawn of the Archdemon’s calling and allow them to coexist with the rest of the world, it could solve the Blights for good. He had to take the chance. The world may not survive two more Blights.

Will do my other characters soon.

Dragon Age Character Questions

by myself and @vitosscaletta

ESSENTIALS

What is their name, and how old are they? Does their name or birthday hold any significance?

What class do they belong to? How did they initially train and learn their skills?

What race do they belong to? What are their opinions on the other races of Thedas?

What is their moral alignment?

What do they specialize in within their class?

Do they have a preferred weapon they always use?

How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.?

Do they have any notable scars, markings, tattoos, etc.?

LIFE

What region in Thedas were they born in? What was their hometown (and their home itself) like?

What social class were they born into? How did it affect their upbringing?

How many languages do they speak? Do they have any sort of accent?

Describe their family. Who were they close to? Were there any particular childhood friends?

What religion were they born into? Do they still follow it?

Which aspects of the culture they were born into holds the most significance for them?

Did they ever work a normal, everyday job?

What sort of education did they receive?

What do they do with their free time? Do they have any vices?

Have they ever been seriously injured? What was the outcome?

Do they prefer being stealthy or charging head-on?

How efficient are they with things like crafting potions or repairing their own armor?

PARTY

Who does their preferred party consist of?

Which companions (or advisors) are they closest friends with? Who do they respect?

Which companions (or advisors) do they like to spend time with when they’re not travelling?

Are there any companions (or advisors) they don’t get along with? Have any of them ever left the party?

Did they do companion quests? What were the outcomes of those?

Do they have a love interest? How did their relationship start?

How did their relationship progress? If they’re a canon romance option, is their story different from the way the game presents it?

CODEX

How do they feel about Mages and magic, including things like abominations?

How do they feel about Templars and the Circle?

How do they feel about the Grey Wardens?

How do they feel about the Fade, spirits, and demons?

How do they feel about darkspawn?

How do they feel about dragons?

How do they feel about religions that are not their own, like the Chantry or the Qun?

How do they feel about the Deep Roads?

What places in Thedas have they been to? What do they think about places other than their homeland?

Are there any animals they have a particular love or hatred for?

Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs?

PROTAGONIST-SPECIFIC QUESTIONS UNDER THE CUT

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imonthinice · 3 years ago

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 8/?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best Friend’s Name)

This one is shorter because of the last one’s length.

Hi everyone! By the time you see this, I will probably be out and therefore cannot update the other parts with this one’s link, so don’t worry about that if you notice it.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Jason’s Trauma and his Death, Lightning, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Going on day 5 of knowing each other, Jason and Y/N would spend the day apart. Why? Because they gave each other the chance to have family time, Jason got it by playing around with his baby siblings, playing Assassin.

Fluff Head canon came from frownyalfred on Tumblr, who wrote about Jason playing Assassin with his brothers

He would go running through the halls playing the game that he and Dick knew all too well, it had been the only ‘no contact’ game they were allowed to play at a summer camp Bruce had sent them to all those years ago when they weren’t adults with a bunch of other siblings, and girlfriends. But here they were, explaining the game to their younger siblings while Alfred and Bruce hung out with Barbara, who wished she could play, but was paralyzed.

Everyone missed playing games with her like they used to, but with the video game consoles in the house they did transfer a lot of their gaming to online so they could relive memories with Barbs. It was bittersweet, and everyone remembered when she became paralyzed like it was yesterday, but she always wanted them to play games like they used to, with or without her.

Jason admired his, hopefully, one day older sister for how she treated her disability, like it was a gift, not something that impacted her everyday life and made her have to hang up the cloak of Batgirl.

But running around chasing after Dick, because of course, he got Dick, the universe wanted them to play again, was something he missed so much. They hadn’t had so much of this time, family time, ever since they all became vigilantes, and they never realized how much they missed the thrill of running around with each other.

Jason ended up getting Dick and throwing him out of the game, calling it a ‘selfless act of brotherhood so you can hang out with your girl’ and they both laughed at it. Titus, Damien’s dog, ended up barking up a storm at Jason when he killed Dick, like the big dog was rooting for Dick to win the tournament.

“Down boy! It’s a game!” Jason would whisper-yell at his dog.

“Yeah! Good boy, Titus! Get him!”

“No!” Jason would yell while running throughout the house, Titus on his heels. Passing by Alfred, Bruce and Barbara, where Titus would stop and go lay at Bruce’s feet, but Jason didn’t know that.

Jason would end up coming in just 10 minutes later, with a green slash on his neck. Tim, who had pulled Cass but killed her, Cass, who had pulled Jason. Tim now had two kills in the game and both were to people who could have easily overpowered him.

“Jase! Welcome to the land of the dead,” Dick greeted him.

“God dammnit I’ve already been here,” Jason whined in a joke.

“You and your ‘I died pity me’ jokes,” Barbara said.

“It’s called a coping mechanism, Barbs. And hi dad, Alfred,” Jason said as he waved slightly at both of them, Alfred waved back and Bruce nodded at him.

“You could just to go therapy, Jase,” Barbara said, seeming concerned for someone who she considered her baby brother. She remember when he came into the Manor, she was older than him, sure . But he had nightmares and she and Dick would switch between who would sleep at his door at night, they both had terrible backs until the nightmares calmed down. Jason never knew they did this.

It also happened when he was resurrected, but the nightmares were worse and he’d wake all sweaty and upset. There were too many nights where batkids would be in Jason’s bed with him from 12am to when Alfred would greet them in the morning. The nightmares had slowed down a lot in the past few years with the introduction of his Goddaughter into his life, but they still came by to remind him of what happened.

He didn’t talk about it much. They would always try to edge him on about about really happened, but he was stubborn. It made sense, sure, trauma is trauma. But they all wanted to help him get better. It hurt them all that he was hurting and they didn’t know how to help him get through it.

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Y/N would sit on her bed that morning and finally finished organizing her criminal psychology and regular psychology notes when she came across her printed copy of Dr. Barry Allen’s dissertation she had studied so hard. She found it so weird that she was so close to someone who she looked up to in the field while also being so far in the same breath.

She didn't dote on it for long, she stocked it away with her forensics notes in their place. This, the relationship she had with Jason that intertwined her with so many people, was something she was getting used to by the minute, but it was never something she’d get fully used to as time goes on.

She would put on a JCS - Criminal Psychology video in the background as she worked and tried to make her journal look nicer when Jason texted her,

Good morning. He said.

Good morning :) She said back.

I just lost a game against a 16 year old.

Huh?

My brothers and 2 of my sisters were playing Assassins with me right? Well my 16 year old brother, Tim, he ended up getting the better of me and beat me.

Oh! So you suck!

What!? No, I’m literally so cool what do you mean? He said, it clearly had sarcasm undertones to it, so Y/N wasn’t worried if she offended him with saying he sucked.

Oh yeah? Then why’d you lose?

Well, I killed Dick.

Okay so you didn’t lose, Dick lost.

It started raining a little bit, the sounds of it hitting lightly against her window, and she felt at peace. It was never hard for her to feel peace when she was by herself. She only had one roommate because she liked the silence, to be alone to collect her own thoughts in her head.

Her parents said it was because she probably had underlying mental illness that they never had the money to diagnose. She agreed. But she still didn’t have the chance to do it.

Jason and her deserved so much more than what the world have given them up to this point, so when they found each other it was, in a way, the universe saying ‘I’m sorry, you deserve this’ and with each passing day it made the pain they had both felt in their lives just a little bit more tolerable.

No, I guess Dick sucks at the game more than me.

Where’d you even get the concept for that game?

Dick and I used to play it at a Summer Camp before we got kicked out.

For playing the game?

No, for being unruly children.

You seem like you were a handful back in the day.

I was, I was the worst kid to raise, my dad has a shirt that says ‘Proud parent of a kid who is sometimes an asshole but that’s OK’ and he wears it all the time.

What a dad moment. Don’t tell my father that shirt exists, he’ll get one for my mum and himself to represent my sister and I.

Were you an unruly child as well?

I was a troublemaker. Getting into arguments with my authoritative figures about dress codes, rules, why girls couldn’t carry chairs, literally anything that was unequal, I was at their throats about it.

I mean, as you should. My older sister, Barbara, and my younger sisters, Stephanie and Cassie, they would like that about you.

I feel like in someway I’ve won over every part of your family.

The rain would get more violent as time went on. Strikes and hits of lightning would strike all around the city, hitting those gargoyles on every building, she always figured they were decorative, but A/N explained that their horns were made out of copper so people wouldn’t get struck by lightning. Bruce Wayne actually made that a thing, A/N said.

Y/N got a message from the dance competition that she signed up to, turns out, California was hit with a hurricane and most people evacuated. No one was allowed in or out. She guessed weather was being funky everywhere. It sucked, but she already was wishing she could spend time at home instead of out in the world.

A feeling she hated.

She would spend the rest of the day on and off the phone with Jason while it stormed. She would go to bed early that night.

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Jason slipped on his vigilante uniform, the Red Hood was going to be on patrol over this night, stormy or not, it was his duty and he knew that. Did he want to go? Yes. He was killing for some action and he was going with Dick. They would probably have some ‘Bro Time’ which Jason wanted.

Even if it was silence, having Dick nearby him meant enough and gave him peace of mind.

He grabbed his guns and loaded them while packing a few extra magazines in his belt, when Dick placed a hand on his shoulder, “You have to be careful tonight, Jase,” Dick said as he gulped down tears, “Just come back to me alive if you break off from me, okay?”

“Alive but bruised,” Jason joked.

“I’m serious. I can’t lose you again and tonight is going to be massively dangerous.”

“You won’t.”

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whereisten · 4 years ago

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Forever Yours

A Xiao Jun fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: you’re a fallen angel that can’t find her way back to Heaven, and Xiao Jun, the one person that can help you, just can’t seem to remember things. This, however, doesn’t stop him from falling in love with you more and more each day.

Pairing: Angel!Reader X Café Owner!Xiao Jun (was an angel as well)

Genre: fluff, romance, angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence, Lucifer!Jaehyun, death mention, physical illness mention, religious themes (its not deep at ALL, just mentions of God and angels tbh, please do not take offense, this is just my personal perception).

Word Count: 6.1k

(A/N: thank you all again for taking the time to read and reblog our fics!! We appreciate all the support and are having a blast with these creations! I hope you like this one and come back tomorrow for the next one! Also, I am tired and did not proofread! Sorry🥺)

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You fell through the sky hard and fast with one image in your mind.

The face of Jaehyun, God’s most beautiful angel. He had turned on you, on all of you.

“Jaehyun?! Why have you betrayed us?!” You cried as he fought you at the edge of Heaven. His eyes displayed a deep shade of red that you hadn’t seen before.

You were one of God’s most faithful warriors and so was he, yet he had turned on God and the rest of you, starting war with his own dark angels at his side.

“Because they killed her, y/n! I loved her!” He said as he grabbed your arm and swung you over the edge.

He held your arm as you dangled from the edge.

With tears in your eyes. “Jaehyun..please, stop this, think of the rest of us, we are suffering.”

Jaehyun cried as well, the two of you had grown together like siblings. You never expected this day to come. The day when you watch your family be torn to pieces and thrown from the kingdom.

Jaehyun still held your arm in a tight grip as he debated whether or not he should let you go.

“Please..Jaehyun. I love you, we all love you. God will forgive you.”

Jaehyun’s look of uncertainty turns to one of anger, he burns you with fire from his hands. “I do not seek forgiveness..Goodbye, y/n.”

He releases you and watches you fall through the sky, before turning back to continue the fight.

Your wings could not save you as you fell too fast, like a meteor. You couldn’t see anything but his face, you couldn’t feel anything but sadness as your heart broke.

You threw your arms about for something to grab, but you only grasped the thin structures of clouds as your world transitioned from that of Heaven and then to Earth.

You couldn’t call on God or any of the other angels. All you could do was fly down through the sky and hope for a safe landing.

You should’ve died by now, the fire created by your pummeling body should have decimated you, but you weren’t shunned out by God. You were being protected by them, for being relieved by them was the only way for you to perish completely.

And then it happened. You finally collided into Earth.

But you felt no pain as the blanket provided by God offered a soft cushion to your backside.

You sighed and relaxed into the ground. You retracted your wings and turned over to your side, holding your face as you cried yourself to sleep.

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You squint your eyes as you feel slobber coat your face.

“Hello??” You slowly open them, only to see the long tongue of..a dog.

“Uhh..hi.” You hear a male voice say.

He was so stunned by your beauty, he didn’t tell his dog to stop kissing you. You laid there barefoot in a long white silk dress . Your skin glowed brightly as a strange aura rested around you. Gold specs decorated your skin as well, making it sparkle in the sunlight. Then he saw an imprint of a hand on your wrist.

You suddenly sat up straight, quickly wiped your face. “What is this?” A look of disgust crosses your face.

“Oh! Oh, um Bella! Stop that!” The male says to the dog and pats her behind.

You open your eyes finally. The sun is bright, not as bright as it was in Heaven but still too much for you sleepy eyes.

Then you see him and gasp.

“Xiao Jun?!” You blink rapidly.

“Wait..how do you know my name?”

You stumble to your feet. “You’re here! And your brows are still bushy as ever” you laughed out, but he stood there with a look of confusion on his face.

“I’m sorry I think you have mistaken me with someone else.”

“It’s not a coincidence that I would land here. God let me fall to you!” You were beyond happy to see him, someone that knew of the world you came from and this world as well.

“Listen, I have no clue what you’re talking about, but come with me, I’ll get you help.”

He turns to leave.

“Xiao Jun, it’s me! Y/n! We grew up together! We trained together, and then you..”

He turned back to you and gave you a frightening glare.

“Listen, somehow you’ve ended up in me and my roommates backyard..which is now..ruined like it’s been destroyed by a fire. I don’t know why you decided to set fire to our backyard then proceed to lay in it’s ashes, but I’m calling the cops.”

“What?” Your face fell. You turned to look behind you and saw that the yard had in fact been ruined by your landing.

But even more surprising was the fact that Xiao Jun didn’t remember you or have his angelic identity as he did when you knew him long ago.

And then, it all came back to you, the rumor of what happened to Angel Xiao Jun.

Xiao Jun was an angel like you, he was assigned to protect a human lady on Earth, but he couldn’t keep himself from falling in love with her. He fled Heaven just to be with her, leaving you and the other angels in shock.

God was anything but happy with Xiao Jun’s decision and decided to curse him by erasing his memory. Xiao Jun landed on Earth with his wings, but God took them away along with the vision God blessed all angels with. It was rumored that Xiao Jun essentially became a normal human. He didn’t remember his human love, his life as an angel, nor how to get back to heaven.

But if he couldn’t find his way back to Heaven, that meant you wouldn’t be able to either.

If there was a way to get him to remember , he might be able to lead you back since he landed with his own free will.

“Hello? What are you staring at?” He waved a wand in your face to break you out of your daze.

“Xiao Jun..you have to remember.”

“That’s it..let’s go.” He shakes his head and takes you by the hand to lead you out of his yard.

“Hey! You can’t do this..I’m an—“

You hesitated, you were sworn to keep your identity as an angel hidden when dealing with humans.

“A criminal that I’m going to press charges against? Yeah, I already knew that.”

“Xiao Jun! Please, let me explain..”

He still dragged you to what you believed was his car as you whined.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pyromaniac.”

His dog, Bella, followed behind the two of you, barking her head off as you were being dragged by him.

You can feel yourself start to lose energy, your health is failing because you are on Earth. God had ensured that all angels stayed angels by cursing them with multiple ways to breathe. Of course, you had the regular way of breathing through longs like the average human, then you had the premium way of breathing through your wings.

Your wings would start to lose their feathers and you would die a little more with each loss.

You had to get back, you had to make him remember if you wanted to live.

“Xiao Jun!” You put your feet down, and made yourself as heavy as stone.

He nearly fell backwards as he stopped and turned to you. “What the-“

“You leave me no choice..go to sleep.”

Xiao Jun scoffed. “This lady..listen, I’m not gonna—“ his eyes close suddenly as he starts to fall to the floor.

You quickly dipped down and held him in your arms.

Bella wouldn’t stop barking at the sight of her owner helpless and in the arms of some strange woman.

“Bella..I’m sorry, but you must go to sleep too.” You snapped your finger and watched as she whimpered quietly then laid down on her side.

“Good dog.”

You turned back to Xiao Jun. He was gorgeous, even in his human form. He was still beautiful with high cheekbones and the nicest eyes you had ever seen, they were deep and commanding. He was one of God’s greatest warriors as well, but then love took over.

You laid him down on the floor gently.

“Xiao Jun..please..think of your journey to Earth..how did you get here? At what point on Earth can I access the gate? Please remember..” you whispered quietly.

“He came out of his mom, so no, I don’t think you can access the gate.” Another male voice spoke.

You stood up quickly and turned to him. A tall gentleman stood at the front door and raised his bat.

“What the hell are you doing to him and our dog?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to do this to you too..please just go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, the police are on their way.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t have much time, you had to get him to remember.

You dropped back to your knees and raised your hands over his head while closing your eyes.

The other man’s eyes grew as he watched strange blue and white lights apart from your fingertips as they hovered over his head.

“Hey! Hey stop that right now!”

“Lucas! Go to sleep!”

You called out.

“Wait, how do you know my-“ the tall figure fell to the floor in a loud clunk.

You tried to see Xiao Jun’s memories, but you got nothing, they only went back so far. You couldn’t find his childhood memories, you couldn’t find the moment he woke up here, nothing was clear other than the fact that God was making this incredibly difficult for you.

But you had to prove yourself worthy of your return anyway, you wouldn’t stop.

You released all three from their sleep spells right after fleeing the scene before police arrived.

Xiao Jun and Lucas were both confused when they woke up. And when asked about the woman by police, they said they didn’t know what happened or where you went.

The police got upset and left.

That night, you tried to influence Xiao Jun’s dreams by inputting your own memories of Heaven. You laid under his bed and made sure to make yourself invisible to his dog. You raised your hands and started to manipulate his dreams as he snored.

Beautiful, majestic images flooded his brain as he dreamt. He saw what you had seen. All of the angels roaming about, speaking and laughing with each other as you enjoyed your time together. You started to cry as you saw the wonderful images of your family. You wondered what had happened to them and if they were okay, you hoped that the demons led by Jaehyun didn’t win.

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[The Next Day]

Xiao Jun arose and went to work. He owned a café not too far from his home.

But as he drove he couldn't stop thinking about you. How beautiful and dangerous you were. He wondered where you had gone and what you had done to make him go to sleep.

And his dreams, why were they so vivid and pretty? What was this place he dreamt of because surely he had never been to it?

He shook his thoughts off and turned his car off.

His day went on as it usually did. He served up cupcakes and biscuits with a smile.

You watched from a cloud above as he smiled at his visitors. He truly enjoyed his job and you liked that, you liked that he was attentive to everyone’s needs. Even those of the old citizens that just wanted a little more sugar in their coffee or a napkin.

You winced in pain, holding your wrist as Jaehyun’s burn mark remained bright on your skin. It was ingrained into it, like you had been stamped with a hot iron.

That wasn't the only source of your pain. You were growing weaker and to even fly to this low cloud was a chore. Your wings weren’t as efficient, you found yourself using up too much of your power to raise your body onto the cloud.

Around lunchtime when he had a break, you came back down and entered. You floated through a department store before, grabbing a large brown coat and a hat to wear over your dress. You also slipped on a pair of loafers and begged for God’s forgiveness as you manipulated the camera footage as well as the vision of the cashiers to steal without detection.

You sat down at the table he sat at while he sipped a coffee from a mug and scrolled on his phone.

He furrowed his brows and looked up at you.

“I’m taking a break, ma’am.” He said annoyingly.

“Do you remember anything?” You raise your head slowly.

Xiao Jun puts his mug down and stands up.

“What..what are you doing here? Why are you stalking me?”

You take your hat off, revealing your sad expression and wide eyes.

“I will not put you to sleep again if you just talk to me, Xiao Jun.”

He shakes his head. “I’m calling the police.”

“No!” You stand up and the place shakes violently. Cups clink against each other and sway back and forth, threatening to fall from the high counter tops.

He looks around in terror. “Okay, fine, what do you want from me?!”

“I need you to remember.”

“Well, I don’t, okay? I don’t know where I can from, I was adopted. I was thrown away like a piece of crap by my mother and raised by someone else. That’s all I remember! Now, get out!”

He pointed to the door, causing the café visitors to gasp. They never saw the owner get like this.

He was telling the truth, he was confused and didn’t know what you were talking about and why you were pressuring him to remember things he tried to forget.

You nodded and accepted defeat.

So you got up and left, but you still didn’t give up.

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[A Few Days Later]

You tried to adopt human life until you could get back.

You felt sick on most days, but tried your best to power through your pain.

You slept on the clouds and showered in waterfalls. You continued to steal clothes and shoes. Luckily, you didn’t need to eat. Instead, you’d walk around and secretly help those that needed it. For instance, you guided an old couple crossing the street, or you’d sneak some candy to a child that cried because they’d drop their lollipop.

You also did your best to heal anyone with minor health issues like the flu that you passed by. With your vision, you could see weak hearts or pulses, and to those people, you’d touch them briefly to provide a helpful spark.

Watching Earth from above and being on it were two completely different things. It wasn’t pretty and not many people were nice. There’s so much heartache and pain. It reminded you of why it is so important for you to get back and help the other angels. They must’ve been suffering right now as the humans were because of the war between good and evil.

You visited Xiao Jun once again.

He sighed as he walked over to the table you sat at while reading a book.

And once again, you looked unbelievably beautiful. Your hair shined brightly in the sun and the aura around you never left. He somewhat believed you were otherworldly.

He raised his eyebrows. “You know, if you weren’t a weird stalker, I’d probably ask you out..”

He sat down across from you.

You smiled then put your book down.

“Who was your first love?”

Xiao Jun cackled.

You thought maybe if he remembered WHO he fled heaven for, there’d be a chance he’d remember everything.

“Uh..that’s a weird question, but once again, what can I expect from you..hmm..how about I ask the questions today..”

He tilts his head and points to himself.

You cough into your hands, when you look down into your palm, you see black blood. Your health was quickly deteriorating, you were giving too much of your power up by helping others while being away from heaven for so long.

You quickly grabbed your napkin and wiped it before he could see.

“Go ahead.” You nod.

He smiled and you felt your chest weaken. Why were you, an angel, feeling such childish things?

“Who are you? Where are you from?”

“My name is y/n..I’m from H—Hawaii.”

“What do you do for a living miss y/n?” He looks on you sternly.

“I save people..Um like a..like a nurse!” You grinned

“Okay, so you’ll be able to pay for the damages to my yard right?”

Your smile fell.

Xiao Jun still smiled widely. “That’s what I thought.” He got up and walked back to the kitchen.

“Xiao Jun, we might as well be friends, I mean, I don’t have anyone..”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you slowly, he glanced down at your wrist.

“What do you mean you don’t have anyone?”

Quickly. You had to come up with a story, quickly.

“I-I came here to start over, I need help.”

He stepped closer to you. “Y/n..did someone hurt you?”

His eyes were sincere, you hoped once again that God would forgive you for lying.

You nodded slowly.

Xiao Jun sighed. He thought it was strange that you just popped up in his yard, but then he thought maybe you were fleeing from someone, maybe you really did need help. And he was just too kind. In an instant, he felt the urge to protect you. He didn’t know why he was like that, even though it had proven time and time again to only hurt him in the end. He was loyal and kind to the wrong people, people that took advantage of him.

“Luckily for you, Lucas is moving out this weekend so..I have an empty room in the house.”

Your eyes grew large. He swore he could see specks of silver in them, you were an anomaly in front of his eyes. There was something so indescribable yet familiar about you.

“Does that mean-?!”

“Yes...yes, strange woman, you can stay with me.. But only until you find a place of your own! I’ll give you three months to get it together.” He turned from you and headed to the back again, leaving you a jumping ball of excitement in the center of his cafe.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I can work for you here too if you’d like!”

“No!” He quickly shouted out from the kitchen.

You laughed and smiled to yourself.

You were happy to get closer to him, but you knew that you didn’t have three months. You’d be dead by then.

You had to get him to remember his one true love.

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[1 Month Later]

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom, you released your wings. They weren’t as bright and full as they should’ve been, every day you lost feathers and every day Xiao Jun would curse as he found them on his floor.

“Where do they keep coming from?!” He said from the living room.

You stepped down the stairs in a large t shirt and shorts. “I’m sorry, I think I must’ve broken a pillow or something.”

Xiao Jun threw his head back and flailed his arms.

“How in the WORLD do you break a pillow?!”

You laughed as he made a big deal out of everything like he usually did. But you missed the last step on the stairs. You fell forward and was about to save yourself, but Xiao Jun quickly grabbed your arms and held you on him to stabilize you.

Time moved in slow motion as you gazed at each other. You had never been this close before and Xiao Jun smelled your hair. You smelled like peppermint. But your skin, it felt incredibly smooth and cool, like the finest silk in the world.

“Oh..thank you.”

You stood up straight and waited for him to remove his arms, but he didn’t. His fox-like eyes stared at your lips.

You stared at his as well and swallowed hard.. oh, how you wanted to feel his lips on yours.

But you needed to cough, you quickly brushed his hands off and ran to the downstairs bathroom.

You coughed loudly, uncontrollably.

Black blood splattered across the sink.

“Are you okay?!” He yelled as he ran after you.

You looked up at the mirror and saw a black stream escaping out of your nostril.

You quickly washed your face. He swung the door open right after.

“Are you alright? That doesn’t sound good, we should go to the doctor.”

‘We.’

Xiao Jun was so caring, he still retained some of his angelic qualities.

You pat your face dry and look away from him. “I’m fine, it’s just a..cough.”

He still looked worried. “How do you feel? Is there anything you want?”

I don’t know, I want so much, but more than anything right now, I want to kiss you.

That is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t.

“Xiao Jun..I promise, I’m fine.” You left the restroom sadly.

He stood there in the doorway and looked at the sink, noting how a singular drop of strange black liquid rested on the counter.

———

[1 Week Later]

You sat and watched movies on the couch while waiting for Xiao Jun to come back home from work.

When he got home, he plopped down on the couch and sat beside you. “Whatcha watching?”

He got comfortable as you pulled your legs up to your chest to make space for him.

He pat his thighs. “Put them here.”

“Ehhh it’s called Nightmare on Elm Street, it’s pretty boring though.”

You stretched your leg back out and placed your feet on him.

“Pretty boring? This is one of the greatest horror films of all time!”

“And what’s so great about it?” You turned to him with a smirk, waiting for him to make a dramatic argument.

When you finished watching him speak softly as he explained it to you, you fell asleep.

He watched you in your peaceful state. You still looked perfect and precious, your long lashes darting across your cheeks and your lips perfectly pursed.

He smiled to himself.

You coughed a few times, but still slept.

He always noticed your persistent cough, but whenever he asked you about it, you brushed him off and changed the subject.

———

As days went by, you did your best to help Xiao Jun remember her, but he couldn’t. You tapped into his memories once again, but couldn’t gain a clear picture of who he was. He was the only one that knew deep down.

Your hope started to fade as your health did. Why didn’t any of the angels come down to retrieve you? Why did you feel alone?

Bella came up to you as you sat at a desk in your room and thought about what to do.

She rested her head on your thigh and looked up at you with big brown eyes.

You put your hand on her head and out of curiosity, you got into her mind and saw her memories as well.

You closed your eyes and saw images of her dog food, Lucas petting her or throwing a toy to her, and then her memories with Xiao Jun.

He was laughing and smiling as he let her. He walked with her on the beach, or through the neighborhood, he’d cuddle her. He looked so happy. Then you saw a memory that troubled your heart.

It was of Xiao Jun sitting on the bathroom floor and holding his head in his hands, he was sobbing. Something had hurt him deeply and Bella was the only one to see it.

You wondered what it was that made him like that.

When you let go of Bella’s head, you got up and looked for Xiao Jun.

“Hmmm..where is he?”

Bella led you outside.

Xiao Jun laid on the grass, snacking on an apple as he hummed a tune to himself and watched the stars above.

You laid down beside him.

A moment of silence rested between the two of you.

“Xiao Jun..what is it that makes you hurt?”

He chuckles. “A ruined backyard.”

Your face grew into a smile. You turned over on your side. “No, seriously. Tell me.”

He looked down at you and blushed. He couldn’t help himself. Everything you did was cute to him, from the way your eyes grew when you got excited to the way you pouted when he didn’t answer your nagging questions.

He swallowed hard and thought of your question.

His face grew more serious. “I don’t remember much..my memory..it’s so bad..”

You knew exactly why.

“But I remember the feeling of disparity, heartache, and just pure pain. It feels like I’ve lost something, but I don’t know what it is. Some days..the pain is so unbearable, all I can do is cry.” He looks back up to the sky.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Xiao Jun. you know, living with you isn't that bad.”

He turns over to look at you as you watch the night sky. The stars dazzle in your eyes.

“Well, it sounds like you’re getting too comfortable. What can I do to make it bad enough for you to leave?” He laughs.

You laugh as well and shake your head. “I don’t know, you can start off with not looking as good as you always do.”

“You think I look good?” He put his chin in his hand and raised his brows.

“Of course, you look wonderful..” you felt your face become warm.

He leaned over you as you laughed. You stared at his lips and waited for the moment. You knew it was coming and you wanted it more than ever. He kissed you.

You felt something new in your body. A spark of energy ran through you as he caressed your lips with his.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back softly before raising yourself up on your elbows to get closer to him.

He holds your face in his hand and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

He turned his head as he deepened the kiss and enjoyed every moment. Your smell, your taste, your warmth. It was refreshing and made him feel like he was vacationing on the beach somewhere. You felt unreal, his mind went blank as he felt a strong breeze against his face. He saw sunshine and clouds, he felt silk on his thumb and joy in his veins.

And when he pulled away to breathe, he placed his forehead on yours. Both of you still close your eyes and breathe heavily.

Everything feels good and fuzzy, you feel love towards him and don’t want to stop.

Then you feel it again. You quickly turn to your side to avoid coughing up black stuff on him.

“I’m sorry.” You croak out. Your happy feeling fades as reality sets in. You’re dying. You can’t do this to him, you can’t fall in love and leave.

So you stand up and lick your lips. “I’m sorry Xiao Jun, but we can’t.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you turn away and walk into the house quickly.

———

[Two Weeks Later]

You take another look at your wings. There are almost no more feathers left. You break down in tears in the bathroom.

Your time with Xiao Jun had been wonderful, even since that night. He taught you how to roller skate, you went to the dog park on the weekends and you even got to try alcohol for the very first time with him.

There were many stolen glances and moments of admiration, but there was nothing official and you didn’t allow for another kiss even though he wanted it so badly.

Then one day, Xiao Jun is frozen in his tracks. She’s there, the woman of dreams. He feels a pull to her that is undeniable.

You walk into the cafe just as Xiao Jun begins to speak to her. You notice that change in his facial expression, the way that he is just so happy to be looking at this woman, and it clicks, for something changes in the air.

“That’s her..” you say to yourself quietly.

You feel jealousy, and it’s not good. How can an angel have any sense of that in their heart? Maybe you weren’t worthy of being an angel anymore.

Maybe you had lost your way. You should be excited, this meant that he could possibly remember everything.

Xiao Jun doesn’t notice you so you walk out of the café and head home.

You flew through the sky, dipping into it as you struggled to hold yourself up. Why were you crying? He was happy, as he should be.

Once Xiao Jun gets home, he has the biggest smile on his face. “I met the loveliest woman today!” He yells out to you.

“I know..I saw her.”

“She’s beautiful! She gave me her number and told me she’ll be back tomorrow!”

“That’s great to hear..because..”

“Because what?” Xiao Jun sits next to you at the table.

“I have something to tell you, Xiao Jun.”

“Go ahead.”

“I am..an angel. That day when you found me..I had fallen, or well, been thrown from Heaven. I lost my way, I needed you to take me back.”

Xiao Jun can’t hold back his laughter. “Ahhh you’re funny.”

“I’m serious...the girl that you met today..she’s the one you were assigned to protect when you were an angel too.”

“Stop it, you sound crazy.”

“You were an angel, Xiao Jun, that’s why you can’t remember anything. You left heaven for her and God cursed you by removing your memory of everything, including her.”

He stands up from the couch. “How dare you insult me for my memory loss by creating such ridiculous stories.”

“I wish it was just a story, but it’s not.”

He starts to walk away. “This is bullshit!”

You release your things wings, causing a swooshing sound to enter the house.

He turns and looks back at you. His eyes widen when he sees your nearly empty wings, bones expand from your body as feathers dangle loosely and in sparse areas.

“This is the only way for me to prove that I am telling you the truth..”

“I-what are you.?” He says with fear in his eyes.

“Xiao Jun, if you can remember how you got here, you can help me get back. Or I’ll die..please.” You step forward and hold your hand out.

“This is crazy!” He backs away, running out as you stand there with tears in your eyes.

———

[1 Month Later]

You lay alone and gasp for air, taking your final breaths.

Things never worked out with Xiao Jun, you terrified him with the truth and ran away shortly after. You no longer lived with him, you slept in an abandoned cabin and went back to showering in waterfalls.

You hoped that he would remember everything now that she sparked love in his heart, but you were wrong and now you were left to die a fallen angel, cold and alone.

“God..please forgive me for failing you..I call on you..in my most desperate time of need, oh God.”

Your eyes close and everything fades.

Xiao Jun was now dating his first love and one night, he dreamt of everything, with some strange and possibly Godly intervention, he saw his past. He remembered everything.

He woke up and knew he had to find you, for he knew of the gate and where it was.

He searched in his backyard for you and found nothing. He looked all over town, nothing.

Then, one day, something drew him to a particular point in town. He furrowed his brows as he drove and looked everywhere for you.

“Ahhhh..Xiao Jun, long time no see.”

Xiao Jun nearly drove off the road when a voice spoke out from his back seat. He hadn’t noticed that someone was there. He looked into the rear view mirror.

“What the?!..who are you?!”

“Come on, Xiao Jun, I know you remember me now. Who do you think gave you your memories back?”

“Winwin?” He quickly turned to him.

Winwin nodded.

“Yeah..it took you long enough.”

“Where is she?”

“Oh, I know where she is, but God has kept me from telling you where she is..” Winwin looks out the window.

Xiao Jun scoffs. “That’s ridiculous! Tell me where she is so she can live!”

He starts to drive faster.

“It is not God’s will for you to hear it from me.” Winwin says smoothly and shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay, first of all, why are you here then? And also, tell God they can f-“

Xiao Jun is interrupted by a random lightning strike just a few feet from his car.

He grasps the steering wheel as the car spins and becomes unbalanced.

Winwin only chuckles. “Oh, God did not like your tone.”

Xiao Jun finally straightens up on the road and turns back to Winwin with a frustrated look.

“A little birdy tells me her time is almost up.” Winwin nods his head slightly to the right then disappears.

Xiao Jun glances to his right and sees an advertisement for the local bird sanctuary.

“A little birdy...that bastard.”

———

Xiao Jun finally finds you in the center of the sanctuary. Your wings are out and completely featherless.

“Y/n..” he shakes you gently.

Birds fly over his head as he tries to wake you up.

“Please...God..please save her.” Xiao Jun begins to cry. He wished he had believed you, he wished he could just see your smile one more time. “I am so sorry, y/n..please forgive me.” He cries harder and rocks your body back and forth in his arms.

“Oh, Xiao Jun, this is what happens when you leave the kingdom..God has given you two options.”

He is startled by the voice and looks around for the source of the cool, low voice.

And there he is. Winwin sits on a tree branch and watches him below.

“God said to tell you to choose between staying here and living with your lover but watch y/n die, or come back to the kingdom and bring y/n..you can never leave again.”

Xiao Jun scoffs, how could God be so cruel?

“Winwin, I messed up, please take her back with you.”

Winwin flies down the two of you and lifts your arm, but it’s as heavy as stone, you can’t be moved by him.

“As you can see..it is not God’s will for me to take her back.” Winwin steps back.

“What will you decide, Xiao Jun?”

———-

You peel your eyes open as someone delicately taps your forehead with a wet cloth. You expect to see the dull world you were just in, but instead you see beautiful skylines and specs of gold in the air. You hear the singing of angels, and smell peppermint mixed with rosemary.. You’re back home.

You sit up straight, you can feel that you’ve healed a little bit.

“What happened?”

“He brought you back, y/n.”

“Who did?” You furrow your brows.

“I forgot how beautiful it is here.” A voice from beside you speaks out. You didn’t notice there was a body beside you on the recovery bed. Then you saw Bella jumping around at the foot of the floating bed.

You look over to see Xiao Jun and without much more thought, you smile widely and pull him into a strong embrace.

“Xiao Jun?!”

You look at him with his full set of gold wings and wide smile.

“What happened?”

“I remembered everything, then God gave me two options.” He still smiled while he looked at your bright face.

Your smile fell as you searched his eyes.

“No..” you said quietly. You knew him being here meant that he couldn’t be with her, his first love.

So why did he choose to be with you?

Xiao Jun nodded.

“I liked her..don’t get me wrong..but I-“

He hesitated while he looked deep into your beautiful eyes.

“I love you.”

Your mouth rose again into the sweetest smile he had seen.

The two of you lived in the kingdom, protecting and healing others together. You’d watch more scary movies and roller skate on the clouds.

And when the sun set real low, you made magical love in the clouds.

Xiao Jun kissed your cheek as you cuddled and watched the sun rise for Earth below. His wings encapsulated around your body, keeping you warm.

“I’m forever yours.”

Come back tomorrow for the next spooky story...

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fleshengine · 2 months ago

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Yeah I saw a video of people taking care of a chicken that couldn't walk and it reminded me of something.

My aunt had a dog and that dog had every problem. I don't know how old he was but seven years ago when I last visited them he had problems with his hips, and arthritis, and was allergic to a lot of foods, and would pee on the carpet occasionally, and had seizures, and other problems that I'm forgetting. She and her husband loved that dog like a child. They did everything for him, carried him up stairs, rubbed his hips, bought him expensive food, cleaned up his messes, and fed him his pills. All this they did because they loved him like they made him. I thought the dog should be put down. Because a lot of the time he looked miserable, and he was a drain on my aunt's finances, and he never got better. For seven years he never got better, and he was finally put down in June of this year. What must his suffering have been like? For his parents to choose to kill him? Seven years of pain and suffering and love and care.

In those seven years I've come to terms with a lot. I didn't used to be disabled. I didn't used to be mentally ill. I was just a weird kid whose legs hurt sometimes and got winded easily. I wish I could say that it wasn't her fault and I showed no signs of it earlier in life, but I just didn't. Looking back I've been this way, to lesser degrees, as far as I can remember. I wish I could say that it wasn't her fault and she was busy with work and just didn't have time for me, but she wasn't. She was a stay at home mom, she homeschooled me until 4th grade, she didn't work seriously until I was in highschool. There's no excuse I can make on her behalf.

I guess sometimes I wish I was more disabled. Maybe I wouldn't feel like it's my fault. Maybe I wouldn't envy my freshman roommate's brother with down syndrome who had a loving family to take care of him. Maybe I wouldn't resent my classmate who's in a wheelchair and clearly has something wrong with her eyes. I don't know if I could handle the pity, but it would be nice to be seen.

I wish my mom gave me the love and care that some people pour into their pets that they should really just put down.

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mongooseblues · 3 years ago

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Hi! What inspired you to create your OCs?

Ooooh nice and open-ended I love it!

Back in like… February? March? I was like yo it’s time to make some characters I’m getting sick of niche fanfiction and I don’t watch anything anyone watches. Started just with vague themes and the plan of an ethically murky relationship between a professor and a grad student. Teachers have been super important to me throughout my life and frankly I have lack-of-daddy issues so male teachers have been guiding forces for me (and sometimes sexual confusion and too-ardent admiration exclusively on my part gets involved lol) Got kinda derailed from my education during pandemic stuff and I was missin’ school so professor OC! Cal is consciously inspired by a mix of people I’ve loved, and subconsciously undoubtedly more.

I'm gonna ramble again so here's a text break.

Specifically, two particular teachers were the biggest forces that shaped Cal’s character, one of whom, Mr. W, I’ve mentioned on here a couple of times as I was in class with him pre-pandemic and he happens to be my teacher again now. It is constant inspiration I adore him and he was such a influence for Cal originally that he’ll do or say something every couple days where I’m like 🥺 That Was Very Cal of Him (which is like, not a surprise considering, but it gets me every time).

The other professor was one who effortlessly commanded a lecture hall like nobody’s business and was hot and magnetic and charming and also somehow got me so excited about an obscure subject I was only taking to fulfill a GE requirement, and I got the sense that other people felt that way too because the engagement within the class as a whole was very palpable. Also one time he came to class with, in his words, a “heavy, heavy cold” and proceeded to lecture through substantial stuffiness and it almost killed me dead and I learned exactly nothing during that particular lecture and I still think about it. He was super upfront about not feeling well and told us immediately and apologized in advance and it was somehow done with confidence and grace and he was just darling is all.

My beloved Special Agent Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks is in there but honestly half of what I loved about Cooper was, I realized, my own personal headcanons for him in terms of illness. But his kindness and politeness and enduring sense of responsibility are things I loved drawing on and intersecting with when I wrote fanfic for him so many of those traits and those intersections have been carried into Cal.

There’s another couple friends I adore in there, and Cal's Indian identity draws extremely heavily on an ex-roommate and what he’s told me about the pressures of arranged relationships as it affected him personally. Also Jackie O. (who most of y’all haven't really met yet) is actually the name of that ex-roomie’s dog (who I never actually met but I heard so much about her that she made an impression). I told him I used her name for a fictional canine character and he was beyond pleased to hear it. (“You call her the whole thing right? Because the O. is important.” (Of course I do, the O. is crucial)).

My partner is also heavily featured in Cal. That one’s not purposeful. But I have to keep acknowledging to myself that many of Cal’s flaws are his, and I’m realizing as I write that part of what I’m doing is probably trying to better understand my partner, I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I reach some revelation. My partner is similarly difficult to pin down psychologically, I think maybe that’s part of what’s possessing me to examine Cal so thoroughly and why there are things about him that keep eluding me that other people I talk to about Cal actually sometimes seem better equipped to point out than I can. I dunno, sometimes I do something with Cal and I don’t consciously know what I’m getting at exactly I just know I’m getting at something.

Cal and Rafael’s struggles are unintentionally reflective of my partner’s and my own, in an arrangement where in some ways we’re each simultaneously both characters. Some of the Rafie stuff I just haven’t been able to write yet because it’s emotionally hard and hits very very close to home. I didn’t write myself into their story on purpose either. I didn’t even realize I did it until later, maybe because I just usually don’t look at my life from a top-down perspective that way so I’m kinda slow about it and I don’t think I realized how dire some stuff was until I wrote it in an obscured fictional context.

(Partner is currently out of town and after typing this out I sent him a text that said “Sometimes I think I write about you by accident” and proceeded to cry about that for a minute. We’re okay, I think, don’t worry 💕) Wow I got kind of off track there. Suffice to say Cal is profoundly loved and very important to me.

I really wanted a divorced character and neglected to fully realize if I got deep in exploring that relationship it’d be sad. It wasn’t the original plan to explore Cal/Rafie pre-divorce at all, actually. Hell, it wasn’t the original plan to follow any of these characters anywhere besides Cal’s main storyline but here I am a couple hundred pages later doing so. Rafael’s not really consciously drawing on any influences, but probably some unspecific amalgamation of Junot Diaz characters have made an impression.

Josephine is new to you guys, but the Cal/Josephine relationship is, in some ways purposely and in others not, drawn from an ex-friend I sorta fell in love with once a long time ago and still adore lots about in retrospect. A situation I could have handled better had I been older/more mature and now I’m kinda exploring that and I can tell another something whose thesis statement I don’t yet fully know is being uncovered here because every time I write their relationship it instantly becomes much longer than I’d intended and it gets ridiculously intimate from Cal’s perspective.

I’m breaking my own heart six ways to Sunday over here lmao.

On a lighter note.

Scotty is most consciously drawn from bits of my sister (the sex & love addiction aspect especially, I read her self-help books and use her as a bounce board for stuff with Scotty’s character development sometimes) and my irl best friend—who is impossibly cool—was a big influence on their non-binary identity and their radicalism and some of their speech mannerisms, but those are really the only direct connections I can tie because I feel like my experience with Scotty in my own life was a rotating cast of that extremely cool, slightly dangerous, alluring but A Lot person I always wished I knew better but was a little afraid of what would happen if I did.

and I gotta finish this damn story so y’all can properly meet Scotty. I have a ton of content I’ve written that I have to hide behind a sort of spoiler wall of two unfinished fics so I need to get on that.

#answered asks 💕#warning I get kinda sentimental & sad in this answer lol #and reaaaal personal #Cal #Cal/Rafael #Rafie #Scotty

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tipsydipsydo · 5 years ago

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► Disobedience ft. Hoseok 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Business Trip 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: It's a stressful life to be the CEO of a big and international known company. Always hopping onto the next flight to a new investor or business partner, all around the globus. But sometimes he can't fix his little problem alone, so you need to help him out with some naughty stuff through these rough times of his job~ ► Jar of Kinks 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

This Two-Shot is based on my own Jars of Kinks.

I identify myself as a Switch. That's the reason why I decided to write a Two-Shot to my "Jar of Kinks". So I'd be able to write both Dynamics, with Dom! Yoongi and Sub! Yoongi as well. In this Index you'll find the links to the Oneshots, combinded with their summary and their individual warnings.

► Touched 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: This week was just so awful and shitty, every muscle in your body hurts and you're absolutely exhausted from this horror week. But Yoongi has an Idea to relax you and make you feel so loved in a way, that couldn't make thousands of compliments.

► Netflix and Chill 🌸🌞 [♕-Reader]

Summary: Hoseok and you are best friends, especially because you two share an unique passion for which you get sometimes quizzycally looks from others. Like every friday night you meet up to watch some series on Netflix together and massage and fondle the hair of each other. All the same, all innocent as ever. Until it comes to an certain situation and you realize the true meaning behind “Netflix and Chill” faster than you expected.

► Disobedience ft. Namjoon 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Little Swan 😈 [♔- Reader]

Sneak Peak: Laying open, completely helpless and so vulnerable in front of him. Presented like a meal on a silver tablet. His meal, his prey. Your wolf is starving, licking his lips with an animalistic and devilish smile at the sight of your parted pussy lips. Revealing his most desired things, this swollen and sensitive clit and this pretty tiny pussyhole. Clenching around nothing, literally begging to get filled with his fat cock and stuffed up with his cum until it’s leaking out of his little sweet swan...

► Mustang v8 💋🌞 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You kinda have a thing for the sound of the engine of a Mustang. How bad that Hoseok’s new car is a Mustang and that your Boyfriend looks super hot while driving!

► Study Break 🌸💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: College wants to kill you right now. Exam Phase and then you have to write a 20 page long scientific work! Jimin and you barely see each other, you gave yourself completely to your studies. Until some specific needs some attention again...

► Poolside Kisses 🌸💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Summary: Jimin said, you should pack a swimsuit into your suitcase when you're going to visit him in Korea. You thought, you'll go bathing somewhere privately, maybe just with the boys or so... and not going to a pool party of one of Jimin's Idol friends where you'll not know anybody! Since then you hate yourself that you only brought your new bikini to Korea that reveals more of your bare skin that you're used to...

► Mousse au Chocolat 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You are Jimin’s favourite dessert...

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jungkook 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Birthday Gift [Seokjin x Reader x Jimin] 😈 [♔- Reader]

► Dirty little Secret

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him... 😈 [♔- Reader]

► The Definition of Art 🌸💋 [♚-Reader]

Summary: You’re under Taehyung’s total mercy. Tied up, bare and trembling you lay spread out in front of your boyfriend who loves to turn you into his personal piece of art...

► Deflowered 🌸💋🌧 [♔-Reader]

Summary: You're getting married tomorrow and you want to say goodbye to your mare. There you met the stable boy Taehyung for the last time, who's your best friend and childhood crush at the same time. You will experience a stormy night full of love and passion and you'll give the biggest proof of love to him...

► The hands of a sinner 💋😈

(The Idea of this Fanfiction has two versions: for female and male readers!)

For her! [♔- Reader]

For him! [♚-Reader]

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you’ve found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for this tattoos. And these reasons getting confirmed...

► Goddess of the sun 💋 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: Jungkook is the best servant for his Queen and Goddess

► The walls 💋😈 [♔- Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook’s Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they’re tensed up…

► l’innocence indécente ft. Jimin 💋 [♔- Reader]

► Der Geliebte 🌸 💋 [♔- Reader]

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings...

► The laundry hamper 🌸 🌞 💋 😈 [♔- Reader] Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

This is probably the most important information on this blog 💌

Don't be shy around me!

You can feel absolutely free to talk to me, to stuff my inbox (even when you just want to ramble or to fangirl etc.) and my PMs are always open too! So don't hesitate to get in contact with me, you're not awkward or weird, okay?💕💕

I'm pretty curious about you guys too and Im always up to become mutuals or even friends, okay? 🤗

Love you, Tipsy 💜

[Dates]

Published: 27th December 2019

Last Update: 10th August 2021

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teamrocketgender · 2 years ago

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so I'm mentally ill and what my mom calls ~quirky~. I'm also unable to be medicated for my conditions due to the fact that the side effects would actually ruin my life and potentially kill me. both of these fun facts mean i have to actually manage my conditions with sheer force of will and lifestyle changes.

You know what i am? One of the most high maintenance, tired, and unchill people i know. And i know a lot of people with my particular flavors of not normal. my stability and happiness depend entirely on my commitment to walking the tightrope of a very specific routine of maintenance and boring self care.

This isn't just my meat suit btw. My metaphysical self is exhausted because of all the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual maintenance this raw dogging lifestyle takes. I'm limited in some truly insane ways because one step outside the carefully cultivated path could ruin the whole thing. It might not but if it does, it's crawling on my hands and knees back to somewhere safe.

AND! I can't do it alone!! This expensive, carefully curated, and maintained stability and consistency depends on the presence and help of my permanent roommate/mom, because if i had to live alone there's no way in hell I'd be able to do everything that I need to in order to rawdog this life and still be healthy, safe, and happy. (That's not even getting into the fact that the happy, safe, and healthy ISN'T a guarantee but a calculated gamble; there are days and months where I'm none of those things) Living alone would essentially detonate my quality of life. None of this is my first choice, or second, or third. Living the way i do is because medication would actually be the worst choice for me and the only option for something beyond survival is this high maintenance, constantly vigilant life. The alternative is death by mental illness. I would not choose this life for myself much less anyone else.

this fuckwad on Twitter is dogshit for the bullshit he's pushing and it's incredibly dangerous and harmful. Take it from someone who fucking knows.

What I’ve learned from twitter’s recent epidemic of ADHD denialism is that a lot of people don’t want to believe a neurological condition can control your life because they can’t reconcile that possibility with their belief in a soul. It terrifies them to think the physical meat in their head might be more powerful than what they define as their “real” self.

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dog-day-morning · 3 years ago

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YOU OWE THEM NOTHING

People can be self-righteous when it comes to what they think God is supposed to do if, and when they call on Him. God is not a genie in a bottle that you rub, and a jinn pops out granting you 3 or 300 wishes. The saying faith without works is dead can be applied here. Have you ever heard of or read the book Daniel Webster and the devil? This tall tale or folklore legend was about a man who made a deal with old Slew Foot, and when it was time to pay up he had 2nd thoughts. Satan never plays fair. He's forever putting us in positions where we find ourselves desperate for a quick solution to a temporary problem that only leads to a difficult end. The Latin term for buyer beware is caveat emptor, and Satan knows how to spell. The power of a wicken comes from their basic weapon of spelling or casting spells by word of mouth. Even the Bible tells us that “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Tell that to a Nicolaitan. Those who make deals with the most unclean should expect to suffer in the end. Never trust the father of lies who deals in treachery, and deceit. I look back at my mother's life and wonder if God had ever intervened for her, and fought her battles that surely He and only He would be able to deliver her from, and He has. Life is hard, for many it’s a nightmare that’s ongoing. Satan comes to you when you're at your weakest or most vulnerable in the hopes of snaring your soul into eternal suffering. Jesus comes to deliver us from death, sin, and temptations that confuse us in our trek towards His truth. If you have any aspirations of entertaining people with your gifted voice or your talent for playing lead guitar, don’t sign a contract that promises you the world only to find out you owe them your sweet ass which a man of honor wouldn't consider let alone make you cosign your body for their horn dog appeasement.

Revelation 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

You're abundantly rich in spirit Yacob. Now’s the time to claim your position. These bastards have taken everything from you leaving your ancestors nothing but dust. If they could remove us off the face of the Earth they would. They're plotting to do so as you and I breathe, that's why the Father never sleeps. They are demon spawns who say they worship, and believe in God, but whose god, and what righteous god tells you to destroy a people with his blessing knowing what the children of Japheth have done to them historically? The spawns of Satan want your penuche, mouth, titties, and a-hole for their pleasure along with your talent that Justin Timberlake does not have. The new faces of R&B do not look like the people I grew up listening to or the race of people whose songs left an everlasting impression on my bleeding heart that helped me through my ill-fated, miserable existence. Robin Thicke, Christina Aguilera, K-Pop, the BackStreet Boys, and New Kids on the Block. Some of these groups are defunct, but they’re cranking out as many as they possibly can like Justin Bieber, and Demi Lovato. I just saw on YouTube where people were considering if Elvis Presley was Black, WTF?!! He was the biggest culture thief that Dr. Frankenstein, AKA Colonel Parker ever created. Man is cruel; Satan is a whole other type of bastard you shouldn’t entertain. I'm retarded. Some call me an idiot savant. YO MOMMA!!! People are blessed by the Father who has blessed many of us with gifts. There are many of you whom God has endowed with multiple talents that people would sell their soul in order to possess just one. If you're anointed by God to sing like Aretha Franklin may He lead you to sign with a label like Brother Carl Crawford's who won't make the same mistake he did with a very popular artist at this moment. More than likely you'll sign a contract entrusting your talent, blessing, and soul to the most unclean ones. Ain’t a reason in hell you should bow down or bend over for a leach like Mr. Friedman so he can butt bone your a-hole while enriching himself off your God given talents. God blesses those who seek him out, and those that don’t. I don’t know if Eddie Murphy went to Church, and sowed an offering every Sunday to God praying that the Father would make him the highest paid comedic actor in his prime. Richard Pryor was anointed in the womb to be the most blessed comedic talent, and influential comedian to ever walk this Earth bar none yet he and Mr. Murphy pursued their dreams in different ways with both of them becoming world renown. I'm inclined to ask, was it worth it?

Mark 8:36

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The synagogue of Satan isn’t a trending pop culture manifestation that’s to be esteemed, cherished, or envied. These cults are trying to maintain a stranglehold on a world that’s not meant for them or their sort. People who play with Ouija boards or childhood games like Bloody Mary, and light as a feather are ushering dark spirits into their homes leaving their loved ones exposed to something sinister. Get the hell away from me and mine unless you're my sister, AKA Ms. Skunk Funk, who needs to get the crust burnt off her musty, dusty drawers. The whore of Don Juan has a death wish. Explain to me how running with the devil beats walking with God?

Isaiah 59:7

7 Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.

This Nation was built on our ancestor’s blood, sweat, and relentless faith. Believe me when I say there's strength in every tear. I pray to God that I don’t shed anymore of them. Their wealth is not. It's a stolen Promise that the Father shall reward His children with. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. The most glaring, and frustrating example that is also bitter and disheartening I can give you is our Promised Inheritance called Yisrael that the gentiles are squatting on. When a person or in this case a tribe or race of people believe in their own lies they've become reprobate; they're lost.

Revelation 3:9

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

This is what all of Esau's children fear. It's why the bland, colored people of the world are flipping over the Earth's axis, and killing us without any probable cause. They are a lawless people who've displayed their lack of empathy, and humanity for anyone save their own breed, they behave like blood hounds. I've become content with this planet being void of water (Holy Spirit.) Black people suffer from a social disorder called the crab bucket mentality. We hate to see anyone rise up, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them down or discourage them. That person may possess something that can benefit the collective, who cares. He who possesses that blessing needs to haul tail ASAP before the winter comes knowing the Father will bless him, and a downtrodden people beyond their wildest dreams. This is why Yeshua, and His Father call us children. It's why I pray, and bemoan to the Father daily that He slays me, putting the fear of the Lord in the heathen and His Son Christ Jesus uses us for His purpose. God doesn't need us, we need Him. He's given us so much power, and authority. When you acquire it, use it for something other than satisfying your sinful, carnal, flesh minded desires. Men, don't behave like horn dogs, and women do not behave as Aholah, and Aholibah, 2 whores.

Numbers 32:24

24 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.

Out of thine own mouth you have power to tread over snakes and scorpions. You can exorcise demons and devils out of your present life braking generational curses which is what I' want for a family that's disowned me. To God be the glory. God is telling us to declare a thing, and claim it. What a mighty, just God we serve. Your tongue will become a weapon to use against the lawless ones who use theirs recklessly in their attempts to get us arrested or murdered by local, and federal authorities. You can call it giving them a taste of their own medicine, it isn't. You're reclaiming what they've taken, stolen, including those of us they've murdered.

Isaiah 54:17

17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Speak positive prayers out loud if you can. If you live with your family or have a roommate pray in the closet. You'll have favor with God that many people won't. They rebuked the Lord, and their anger did tear perpetually, and they kept their wrath forever. When they use their privilege, which is what we call it more often than they, comprehending they’re fully aware knowing they use it with a Demonic, driven hatred. They persecute Black men, women, and children for reasons that are not godly, and the Father does not condone. They, and all the Earth will have to answer for our individual sins against the Father in the end.

Luke 10:19

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

We don’t worship the same god as they do. They're praying to a god to erase us off the face of the Earth. Why hasn't he?.

Exodus 1:12

12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel.

Their birth rate is dropping steadily. For the first time in the history of the census they decreased in population globally while indigenous, and other races of people stayed steady or in our case increased. This is the reasoning behind these draconian abortion laws. They're trying to preserve themselves while God is eliminating the Earth of their bloody dominion. God is sending the wicked a message before the storm comes, but no one's listening. Their violence towards us is documented, and more often it's unprovoked. They continue with the guilty until proven worthy of their mercy dogmatic mantra which is racist BS. The Earth will be lulled back to sleep. When they're confident that their world isn't in danger of being challenged by anyone, especially us. That's when God will do things that will scare them right back to the caucasus mountains bringing destruction to those who've touched, bruised, and abused the Apple of His eye. Speak life into your angel spirit, don’t entertain the demon seed that's trying to kill you, and the rest of Earth's indigenous people. You have much authority, use it. Elohim. 9/23/2021

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ninak803 · 4 years ago

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So I wrote another thing! I try to write something happy the next time, I promise! But for now I just have this. Also this turned out much longer than I expected. I hope you enjoy it never the less!

A huge thank you to @heyitssmiller for helpin me through the weird english punctuation problem! And also for encouraging me to post it!

The Prank

“Re, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry…” Sirius said abashedly.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Remus shouted at Sirius.

“I wasn’t thinking, I just -”

“That’s damn right! You weren’t thinking at all!” Remus interrupted him, his voice still raised. “Sirius Fucking Black didn’t think about what he was going to do! He didn't think of the consequences his stupid idea might have! Because he never gives a damn about consequences! I trusted you! And you just abused my trust like that! I’m so done with all your shit! And I tell you what. I’m done with you. We’re done.”

Sirius looked up at him, his face full of concern and pain. Remus had never shouted at him before, but then he’d never been that angry with Sirius. Right now he was just so damn irate. It was the day after the full moon and he could still feel the wolf under his skin, trying to gain some control over him, feeding on his anger, pushing it further.

“I know, you have every right to be angry with me, just let me…” Sirius started to say, but Remus interrupted him again.

“Save it, Black. I don’t want to hear anymore of your sad excuses. Save it.”

Remus took a deep breath, then looked over Sirius' shoulder to James, who was standing in the background, his head low, looking to the ground, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Thank you, for making him tell me. And for having my back.” Remus said directed at James.

He looked up from the ground as Remus spoke to him, and smiled a bit, then nodded.

They were standing in the middle of their dorm, Remus just came back from the hospital wing. The air was thick, filled with rage and regret.

Remus walked over to his bed and sat down.

“Come on now, Sirius.” James said.

Sirius gave Remus a desperate look again, Remus was sure he wanted to say something. Wanted to explain himself again. But then he left the dorm with James.

Remus exhaled.

How did this happen? Why did Sirius do this? How could Remus have been so stupid to tell them his darkest secret? He should’ve known that something bad would happen. Something like that. Sirius went to Snape and told him to go to the Shack. On a full moon. While Remus was in there, transforming into a damn werewolf. If James wouldn’t have stopped Snape, Remus would’ve killed him! And now Snape knew. He knew what Remus was. He really should’ve known better.

He clenched his hands and punched against his bedpost, trying to find an outlet for his anger. Then he stood up again, took off his pants and layed back on his bed. He closed the curtains around it.

He knew something was wrong, when he woke up all alone in the Shack that morning. He still felt the wolf inside him, who complained that he was all alone that night, all his friends missing, especially the large, black dog. And now both of them were angry, the wolf and Remus.

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself down a bit. He had to sleep. Everything was hurting right now, every muscle, every bone inside his body were still aching from the transformation. And now his heart was also hurting after everything today.

He closed his eyes, trying to find some rest.

After a while the exhaustion overwhelmed him and he fell into a dark, dreamless sleep.

He didn’t know how long he had slept, but the feeling of betrayal came back a split second after he woke up. He heard footsteps coming closer to his bed, then they stopped right in front of it.

“Leave him be, Sirius.” James whispered in an admonishing tone. “You really did enough today. He needs to rest, you know that. Go to bed.”

Remus could hear a small sigh from Sirius, then he heard him walking over to his own bed. He heard the rustling of bedsheets, while both James and Sirius went to bed.

He couldn’t fall asleep again and he knew Sirius wasn’t sleeping either. He could hear Sirius’ breathing, not even enough to be asleep. Serves him just right.

Remus swallowed hard. The anger faded away a bit, just to leave more room for feeling betrayed, feeling the pain of a broken heart. He had trusted him, with his life. Remus wiped away the tears that appeared on his face.

He took out his wand and casted a silencing spell over his bed, just to make sure no one would hear him. It’s been a while since he felt the urge to cry himself back into sleep, but tonight was such a night. And after all that happened, who would judge him for that? So he cried over his broken heart, the broken trust, the friend he’d lost, his uncertain future.

He weeped until exhaustion swept over him and he fell asleep once again.

Remus woke up as a hand gently touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked into James’ face.

“Sorry, Re, but I thought you’d like some breakfast before classes.” James said with a small smile on his face.

Remus nodded.

“Thanks for waking me up…” Remus yawned and set up. He tried to look around James to see if the dorm was empty already. He really didn’t want to see Sirius.

James knew what he was looking for and said: “He’s not here, he left really early. I’m not sure if he slept at all.”

Remus stood up and shrugged.

“I really don’t care if he ever sleeps again. He better stays out of my way.”

And that was the problem. How do you stay out of someone's way if you’re literally living together? They shared a dorm, a bathroom, they had the same classes.

Remus went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and changed into his clothes. Then he went into the Great Hall for breakfast with James.

Luckily Sirius wasn’t here. Remus just realised how hungry he really was. He skipped lunch and dinner yesterday, so he had to make it up now. He was really glad that James woke him, so he had enough time for a real breakfast.

Their first class today was Transfiguration. He went to the classroom with James and Peter, just to see Sirius was already sitting there. On his usual spot. Remus stopped, swallowed and looked at Peter.

“Let’s change seats today, Wormtail.” he said to Peter.

The other boy nodded, he knew what had happened of course. So Peter willingly took Remus’ seat next to Sirius and Remus took his seat. He was sitting now three places away from Sirius, which still wasn’t enough.

The anger he had pushed down so far, came back just as strong as it was yesterday. Is this how things are going to be now? Will his heart always break apart a bit more, when he sees Sirius? Remus took a mental note: Never fall in love with your roommate again, it’s going to end bad and you’ll suffer a lot.

He changed seats with Peter in all the other classes too and Sirius obviously didn’t like that.

Remus skipped lunch that day, he stayed in the library between classes to do some research for his History of Magic homework, so when he finally went to dinner that night he was starving. He delayed going back to the Great Hall as long as he could, because he really dreaded to see Sirius there, surrounded by all the other people. They somehow had to act normal, didn’t they? Otherwise there would be so many questions. Questions he would rather not answer.

When he entered the Hall, Sirius was still sitting there, next to him James and Peter. Remus went over to them and took a seat next to Lily, across from James.

“Sorry, I’m late. I’ve been working on some homework.” he said, taking some food.

“You must be hungry, I haven’t seen you during lunchtime” Lily said.

Remus nodded.

“Yeah, I had to catch up on the stuff I missed, when I was ill.” he smiled at Lily.

She smiled back at him genuinely.

He talked with Lily, James and Peter for the rest of dinner. Sirius didn’t say a single word. Remus didn’t look at Sirius once. Why should he have?

In the middle of the conversation about their potions homework, Sirius suddenly stood up and left the hall without a word.

Lily frowned.

“He’s acting weird today, isn’t he?” she asked.

James shrugged.

“He’s fine.”

Remus knew this was a lie, but he was relieved, that Sirius finally had left. He took a deep breath and finished his dinner.

Back in the common room, he told the others that he was tired and went up to their dorm. He didn’t know where Sirius was, he was neither in the common room nor in the dorm.

Remus sat down on his bed.

He’d felt Sirius’ looks on him all day. Remus had seen the desperation and the guilt on Sirius' face out of the corner of his eye. Remus didn’t look at him directly. He didn’t speak to him. Sirius didn’t deserve it.

So Remus finished some homework, then laid down in his bed, curtains closed. But he didn’t sleep.

He kept thinking about Sirius and how he just gave everything what they had away so easily. Sirius was furious with Snape, because of some stupid thing he said or did. He wanted to give Snape something to think about. Scare him a bit.

Remus shook his head. He knew Sirius was impulsive, but he’d never thought he would do something that stupid. But that’s how you can be mistaken in someone you trust.

He heard the others entering the dorm quietly, trying not to wake him.

He fell asleep shortly afterwards.

That’s how the next days and weeks went by. Sirius was already gone, when Remus got up. They didn’t meet until their first lesson. They didn’t talk, Remus didn’t even look at him. Sirius still gazed at him all the time, his pain becoming more visible every day. But Remus didn’t care. Sirius should suffer.

During lunch and dinner Remus stayed as far away from Sirius as possible. Remus talked a lot with Lily and Mary about homework and classes. They knew something was terribly wrong, but didn’t ask him questions. Maybe James told them roughly what happened, at least a version of it. He really liked the girls and they did a good job at distracting him from this whole mess.

Most of his free time Remus spent in the library, learning for his exams or doing his homework. He tried to occupy his mind as much as possible, so he didn’t have the time to think. Otherwise he would just start to think about Sirius, how he missed his laughs, his jokes, his touches, their late night conversations. And how things are never going to be the same again. And then his thoughts would just end up in a loop and he wouldn’t get any of his work done. And feel truly depressed.

Additionally he was really sorry for James. He knew James suffered a lot due to this situation. He wanted to be loyal to Remus, James was angry with Sirius too, but Sirius still was his best friend. And his best friend had a really hard time and also needed his help. So things were quite complicated between the marauders at the moment.

At nights, Remus was lying in his bed, thinking about all the things he denied himself to think about during daytime, the things that went all wrong. So unsurprisingly, he didn’t get much sleep, his thoughts kept him awake almost every night.

Remus was sitting in the library on a Saturday evening, working on his Transfiguration essay, when James sat down next to him.

“Hey.” he said, sounding concerned.

“What’s up?” Remus asked, putting his feather quill away.

James was chewing on his lip, before he said: “I know, it’s not your problem and I have no right to ask you that, but… I don’t know where Sirius is. He wasn’t at breakfast, lunch or dinner today. The last time I saw him was yesterday, before we went to bed. He took the cloak and the map with him… Do you have any idea where he might be?”

Remus looked at James' worried face, then sighed.

“I have an idea. I’ll check that for you, okay?”

“Thank you, Moony. Thank you.” James sounded relieved already.

Remus smiled a little, stood up and put his books and his quill back into his bag.

“I tell him to go to talk to you.”

Then he left the library.

Remus went to the lake. He and Sirius had spent a lot of summer days here, in the shadow of a large tree. Those were very joyful days, days he tried not to think about right now.

When he came closer to that tree, he could hear someone's heartbeat, but the place was supposedly empty. He sat down, next to where Sirius had to be.

“I know, you’re there Sirius.” Remus said, looking at the water.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sirius appear out of thin air. Remus kept looking at the water, while Sirius looked at him.

“Stop being such a dick. James is worried, you’re not fair to him.” Remus said, looking at Sirius finally.

He could see him swallow hard. His face was pale, the struggle of the last weeks clearly written all over his face. The look on his face broke Remus’ heart just a bit more, if that was even possible. Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but Remus held his hand up to stop him.

“Whatever you have to say, I still don’t want to hear it. I’m here, because James asked me to look for you. I’m not here because I want to talk to you. Go back and talk to James. Soon.” Remus stood up and left, he didn’t turn around for another look at Sirius. He had to take some deep breaths, that was harder than he’d thought it would be. He still loved him, after all.

He went into the Common room, where James was waiting.

“I found him. Told him to talk to you.” Remus said.

“Thank you, Remus.”

Remus just nodded and went straight to bed after that.

The next day, when he entered the dorm after dinner, there was a piece of parchment lying on his bed. He opened it and it showed Sirius neat and flawless handwriting. It said:

Dear Remus,

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I beg you to read my letter. Please read what I have to say to you.

I am so incredibly sorry for what I did. You were right. I didn’t think about the consequences this might have. I should have just ignored what Snape said, like you told me so often to do. I know that now. I knew I made a mistake the moment I told him to go to the Shack. There was just no way to unsay what I said. So I went straight to James and told him what I’ve done. He ran off at once and saved Snape. James always knows what to do, you know how he is. He had to save my ass way too many times.

But what I did there was the biggest mistake I ever made. And I will forever regret it. There’s no way to tell you how sorry I am, Moony. I really am.

You’re not talking to me, you’re not even looking at me and it’s killing me. Every day. And I deserve it. Every time I hear your voice my heart breaks, because I know there is no way you’re ever talking to me again. Not because you want to talk to me, just when someone makes you talk to me.

I miss you. I miss us. I miss everything we had. And I hate myself for destroying everything, just because of my stupid pride.

I have no right to ask you for forgiveness, so I’m not asking for it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not hoping for it. And I try to make it up to you, I know I can’t, but I try anyway. Every day for the rest of my life.

You’re the best person I know, Remus. You’re so loving, full of life, smart, funny, sarcastic (which is really sexy by the way) and you’re the most caring person I know. And you’re beautiful, Moony, just so damn beautiful. You’re gorgeous.

You’re the best thing I ever had in my life and I don’t know how I earned your trust in the first place.

I know you regret trusting me now. But I’ll do my best to show you that you can trust me. Something like that will never happen again. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, I know. But I can’t undo it, so I have to show you how sorry I am. I’ll never stop trying.

I know I’m fighting against windmills here, because there just is no way you’re ever going to forgive me and that’s alright. I don’t deserve it any better. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I were you. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did.

This letter is a bit chaotic, because there’s so much I want to say and I just don’t know how. You’re the one who’s good with words, that’s another thing I love about you. You just always know how to express what you’re feeling, I wish I could do that right now.

I love you, Moony. I will love you forever, nothing’s going to change that. Nothing.

Once again, I’m so sorry for what I did.

Love,

Sirius

Remus swallowed hard after he read the letter for the first time. His head was spinning. He could see Sirius in his mind, bend over his desk, his feather quill in his hand, writing this letter. He could see him, chewing on his bottom lip while thinking about his phrasing, then write it down anyway.

Remus had to take some deep breaths to calm himself a little. He missed Sirius deeply. There’s no way to deny that. But he’s just so disappointed, he’s hurt.

Remus sat down on his bed, the letter still in his hand. He read it three more times, feeling more dissolved every time.

He looked up as the door to their dorm opened and Sirius stepped in. He stopped in the door, seeing Remus with his letter in his hand. Remus swallowed hard and saw Sirius doing the same. They looked at each other, the tension rising in the room.

Remus crawled into his bed, closing his curtains around it, the letter still clutched in his hand. He wasn’t ready for this encounter right now. He heard Sirius leaving the room without a word.

Remus was sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast. Sirius was sitting across from him. It’s been a week since Remus read the letter. Sirius showed up for the breakfasts since then.

“James, would you please hand me the butter?” Sirius asked.

Remus pushed the butter a bit further in Sirius' direction. He looked up at Sirius, to see a small glint in his eyes, a smile playing around his lips.

“Thanks, Moony” he said quietly.

Remus nodded, then looked back on his plate.

It was just a small gesture, but Sirius kept smiling the whole day. Maybe things are going to be okay, someday.

#harry potter #hp marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #wolfstar #the prank #remus x sirius #Remus John Lupin #Sirius orion black #marauders era #hp fanfic

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drawlfoy · 5 years ago

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Mirror, Mirror P.5

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pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader

request: nope!

summary: y/n has admired draco from afar for a hot minute. what will happen when they’re finally paired up to do rounds together and run into the mirror of erised?

warnings: language, mentions of being very very ill, my terrible editing skills, way too much dialogue

a/n: here it is :) it’s been a bit. the finale will hopefully be posted this tues! i hope all of you guys have been continuing to social distance and i hope everyone reading this is healthy! also, important update: the first part of just a call away has been postponed until this monday (i originally expected it to be posted tomorrow but i’ve hardly been able to work on it at all). enjoy!

word count: 2.3k ;)

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permanent tags: @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn

tags for mirror, mirror: @theres-a-dog-outside-omg @mey-rapp @kaibie @blackpinkdolan @sugarbby99

“Rena, I am going to kill you!”

Y/N’s roommate looked up, the fear of Merlin struck into her eyes. The Transfiguration study guide in front of her lay entirely forgotten as she watched her friend slam the door and flop on the bed. “Oh?”

Y/N flung off her robe and tossed it on the floor. “When were you gonna tell me that you talked to Malfoy about me?”

Her roommate narrowed her eyes, leaning forward in her chair and propping her chin up on her hand. “What are you talking about? He approached me and asked if you knew what the mirror was. I said you did. That was it.”

The venom seeped out of Y/N’s expression as the realization crept in.

“Oh. Oh, Rena, I’m sorry. I had no idea. He told me that you told him ‘everything’.”

“And you took a Slytherin’s word? Malfoy’s word? Honestly, Y/N, you give me a headache.” Rena sent a gentle smile her way. “What happened? Did you tell him?”

A sour feeling crept into Y/N’s chest as the memory she had suppressed on the walk to her dorm surfaced like bile in her throat. The rest of their shift was tense at best and downright agonizing at worst. Malfoy was uncharacteristically quiet, wringing his hands over and over again and scratching the back of his neck when he exhausted his wrists. Y/N knew that she was bright red by the time that they said their goodbyes--which really wasn’t much of a goodbye, just an uncomfortable nod before they parted ways to their respective dormitories--and cursed the fact that their ending spot was right under a torch.

She would much rather prefer him to just straight up tell her he wasn’t into her; however, she supposed he technically did, that week or so ago in the Great Hall when he had told her he wasn’t into Ravenclaws.

Maybe I’m the one that needs to pull back. Maybe I’m actually the git in this situation and I’m making Malfoy feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah. I did.”

“And?”

“That’s it. He doesn’t feel the same way.” The words left her mouth feeling like heavy lead, weighing her breath down.

Rena stood up from her chair, her face softening. “He said that?”

“He didn’t say anything, really.”

“Well that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the same way,” said her roommate. Her voice was painfully cheerful for Y/N. “Maybe he’s just nervous.”

Y/N offered a weak smile as she pulled her hair out of her ponytail and got up to rifle through her drawers to find something to sleep in. “It’s over, Rena. I don’t know why I’ve entertained this for so long. It wasn’t even a thing to begin with. I just want to go to bed.”

“All I’m saying is that he’s Malfoy, Y/N. I’ve literally never seen him flirt before in his life. I don’t think he knows how. Maybe he’s just being mean because he doesn’t know any other way?”

“I think I just want to stop thinking about it.” Y/N began changing into her nightclothes quickly with her back to Rena. “I want to go to bed and forgot about it and get my O on the Transfiguration exam tomorrow and just never think about rich daddy’s boys again. No matter how cute they look!”

Y/N tossed her old robes in her hamper, turning to Rena one more time with a blazing expression on her face that said I dare you to disagree.

“All I’m saying,” Rena said slowly, “Is that Malfoy didn’t seem like a total rat when he came up and asked me about you. It just seems strange that he would do that if he had no interest in you.”

“The only interest he has is in antagonizing me,” Y/N snapped. “He’s a class A git and I hate him.”

Rena raised an eyebrow, her expression slightly amused. “Whatever you say, Y/N. We can talk tomorrow morning. I think you need some sleep.”

oOo

Y/N’s dreams were torturous--just a loop, replaying over and over again, of her interactions with a certain Slytherin. She was dragged through her memories against her will, feeling the initial admiration of seeing him read in the courtyard for the first time, crumbling under the anxiety of their shift assignments, suffocating through the tension of their final meeting, reeling at the way his hair looked under the torch lights…

It was too much. She awoke with a pounding headache and a throat so sore that she may as well have swallowed a healthy spoonful of fire over the night. Her eyes hurt to open, like the edges of her eyelids had been lined with Dittany.

“Merlin, Y/N, you look like shit.” A voice that sounded suspiciously like her roommate wafted from her right side, but she couldn’t be sure. “I’ve gotta get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

“Rena?”

“Y/N?”

If she hadn’t felt like she was toeing the line between the dead and the living she would’ve been sure that the tone in her roommate’s voice was tinged with amusement. She tried to croak something more out.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Rena cut in before she could try any harder. “I’ll be back in just a minute. Don’t try and get up, alright? You need your strength.”

Y/N nodded--or at least, she tried--and turned back into her pillow to sleep. A part of her mind registered that she had a Transfiguration exam today and then rounds that night with Malfoy, but as a cold bead of sweat ran down her spine, the thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind. He could wait. He’d already taken up her entire night by filling her dreams and she was not eager to see him again any time soon.

“Y/N?” The door creaked open and her roommate’s voice dragged her back to lucidity. “Hi girly. Can you walk?”

Y/N forced her eyes open and winced at the light filtering through the curtains. It was hardly light out, but the weak morning light sent pangs through her head. The heavy quilt that she had been burrowed under was lifted up off of her...and the shivers started.

Her entire body began shaking, her teeth clattering together so hard that she was afraid she would break them. She wondered if anyone had ever chipped their teeth from fever chills.

“Just swing your legs around the edge...yes, just like that…”

Rena’s hands held her shoulders with a firm grip as she shakily made her way to her feet, swaying slightly.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re absolutely shaking…”

“Mmmhmmm” was all Y/N had the sense to use as a reply.

“All you need to do is make it down the stairs. I can put you in a wheelchair and push you the rest of the way.”

“Love you,” Y/N mumbled as her friend guided her down the stairs. Even though she’d been walking up the stairs to her dorm for years, everything felt oddly foreign to her through her feverish haze.

“Love you t--whoa! Easy.” Rena caught Y/N from near demise as she almost missed a stair. “You’re almost there, doll. Just hold on a bit more.”

“I need you to....” find someone to cover my rounds tonight she tried to say, but the words caught on what felt like daggers in her throat as she felt the wall.

“Focus on getting down the stairs,” Rena interrupted. “You can tell me once we’re on the way to Pomfrey’s.”

Finally, she made it down onto the last step and allowed herself to be guided into a seat. Exhausted from her trip, she slumped back in the chair and forgot about her request as she drifted back off into her feverish dreams.

This time, they were different. Instead of interactions that had actually happened, her brain took her through a different whirlwind of events. A flurry of sensations met her--a thumb dragging across her slightly parted lips, a chaste kiss placed on her neck, a hand softly squeezing hers, a warm breath fanning across her cheek, a pair of just barely blue eyes staring down at her with so much affection that her heart skipped, a rough hand shaking her shoulder, the sting of something pressing into her wrist (a wand, she thought absently), voices around her calling her name…

Her eyes shot open as she recoiled from a burst of unbearable cold across her chest. The ceiling of the infirmary wing greeted her. Her torso was wet, and once she cast her eyes down to the end of her bed, she could see why.

Madame Pomfrey stood next to Professor Trelawny and Headmaster Dumbledore, brandishing an empty bucket in her hand.

“Thank goodness! She’s awake!”

Pomfrey sent Trelawny an irritated look as she rushed forth, muttering incantations and running diagnostic tests on Y/N’s body.

“What...what happened?” she managed, trying to sit up.

“Stay down,” Pomfry commanded, turning to her nightstand to mix a concoction of various potion ingredients.

“I just had the flu.”

Trelawny moved to the side of the bed to clasp her hand firmly in hers, a kind look in her loony eyes. “Miss Y/L/N, I’m afraid that wasn’t the case. You had an acute case of Dream Sickness. We’re lucky that you were able to wake up when you did. You’re even luckier that your roommate noticed and brought you down here.”

Y/N knitted her eyebrows together. “I’m sorry. Dream...what?”

“Dream Sickness,” the headmaster finished. “A very rare affliction that primarily affects the overthinkers in the wizarding community. Naturally, you Ravenclaws are at a higher risk than other students.”

“So who gave it to me?”

“No, dear,” said Trelawny. “It’s not contagious. It can happen to anyone, but it’s more common if you spent time around powerful magical artifacts. Have you?”

Y/N cringed at the thought.

“Er...yes, I guess I have. I ran into the Mirror of Erised on one of my prefect rounds. I never lingered, though.”

“That would do it,” Dumbledore mused. “The mirror has a tendency of...inflaming emotions. I ought to locate it and put it in a safer place.”

“So I’m okay? I can go back to classes? I have a Transfiguration exam today, and I’d really like it if I could make it.”

“McGonagall’s Transfiguration exam, I presume?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s later in the afternoon. I promise I’ll be careful!”

The adults beside her shared uncomfortable glances.

“Dear,” Trelawny began, “You’ve been here for two days.”

The air was sucked out of her lungs as the realization kicked in. “But that’s impossible! I was only sleeping for a little bit. And I had rounds! How did I miss my rounds?”

Pomfrey seemed mildly sympathetic as she emptied the mixture she had been stirring into a crystal goblet and offered it to her. “It’s normal to be disoriented after a bout of Dream Sickness. Professor Flitwick is sure to understand the situation, and if he does not, I am willing to vouch for you. Now drink. You have some recovering to do.”

oOo

Rena Severjyn was always the confrontational type. It had been a shock to her as well as her family when she’d been sorted into Ravenclaw (with all the bookworms and the teachers’ pets, as her older brothers said to her) instead of Gryffindor, but she’d grown to love her house. Studying came more naturally than cliff-jumping, or whatever it was that Gryffindors did, but when it came down to it, she had no problem with telling someone off.

So when she ran across a deliciously alone Draco Malfoy reading in the courtyard, she had no trouble walking right up to him.

“Hey, arsehat.” She plopped down next to him as he started, nearly dropping the book on the gravel walkway. “We need to talk.”

“Severjyn,” he greeted, his tone even but his eyes flickering nervously. “Do you know where your roommate is? I had to do my rounds alone last night.”

“She’s in the hospital wing. But no matter. I want to know why you’re being such an intolerable prat to her.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly trying to cope with the fact that he was at a loss for words.

“Spit it out, Malfoy. I don’t have all day.”

“Is she okay? Did something happen to her?”

Rena rolled her eyes. “No, she just decided to spend more of her time around Pomfrey. Yes, something happened to her. She’ll be fine. You’re not answering my question.”

“I don’t understand.” The crease between his brow deepened with worry.

“She said she told you how she felt and you didn’t say anything about it!”

“I’m sorry. I just got nervous.”

“Are you dense?” Rena’s voice became shriller. “You told me yourself you fancied her, and you can’t even manage a measly ‘me too’? Even though you had the whole of fucking two hours to do it?”

A blush spread across his fair cheeks as he slammed his book closed and stood up. “It’s not that easy. You know it isn’t.”

“It’s never that easy. But she was able to do it, and you even told her that you weren’t into her! Honestly, I cannot believe you.”

“Please just…” Draco evaded eye contact, dropping his eyes to the floor and grinding his toes into the gravel. “Just leave me be. I promise I’ll talk to her once she’s better. Just don’t tell her, okay? I want to do this myself.”

Rena rolled her eyes. “You better.”

final a/n: finale is coming out soon! let me know what you thought :)

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco x you

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nancy-who · 5 years ago

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Themes and Morality Of Nancy Drew

SCK: Secrets can Kill. No literally. Piecing together everyone’s secrets and blackmailing them like a manipulative puppetmaster will get you killed.

STfD: Don’t be an incel.

MHM: Being a criminal is okay if it was a couple hundred years ago and involved a love story, but if you’re a pasty middle aged man- no. Greed is Bad.

TRT: Don’t trust everyone who’s nice to you because they might stab you in the back. Also people are complicated and all do good and bad things (and all parents keep a creepy record of all the good and bad things their children do).

FIN: You should prioritize people over personal gain (everyone tries to use Maya’s disappearance for their own gain and Nancy is the only one who cares about her), law enforcement can be apathetic (Fight the Power), and sometimes you will be swindled out of the compensation and respect that you deserve, but you have to move on.

SSH: Stealing artifacts from their country of origin is bad. Maybe. We’re leaving it up in the air.

DOG: Rules can be annoying. Your country bands alcohol? Your park ranger gives you stupid fines for stupid reasons? Annoying. But you should still have a sense of right and wrong. Don’t kill a teenage girl with a bone over gold.

CAR: Even if your parents mess up or don’t give you as much attention as you want, they still deeply care about you and will forgive you when you are angry and broken and very whiny.

DDI: You probably shouldn’t use wild animals to do crimes. You also probably shouldn’t domesticate wild animals in the first place. But if they’re already domesticated, eh, play games with them I guess. Also if people assume you’ve gone crazy because your husband died, just lean into it.

SHA: Being a criminal is okay if it was a couple hundred years ago and involved a love story, but if you’re a pasty middle aged man- no. Greed is Bad.

CUR: Your parents might get divorced, and it’s tough, but it’s not an accuse to terrorize and possibly kill your stepmother. Also, traditions are about bringing the generations closer together, not squirreling away secret power to feel a sense of superiority.

CLK: Don’t make reckless economic decisions. Check if your godmother is really your godmother. Most importantly: if you’re an elderly gay man in 1930, don’t trust your bottom. He might fake a will when you die and steal everything.

TRN: Friendship is the best treasure of all :). Also don’t be a Karen.

DAN: Patriotism comes in many forms. Sometimes it means doing what you know will get you called traitor. Also not all Germans in WWII were bad? I don’t think HeR thought out the optics

CRE: If you owe money to some bad people, you should not use a chemical that will increase the bug population that will destroy the pineapple crop that will make the land that you used to own cheap enough to buy back. Is that the plot of this game? I don’t know. I don’t even know where they were trying going with this. It’s kinda a hot mess. They also said Hawaiians ‘abandoned’ their culture so honestly the morality is kinda mute at this point.

No. Wait. I figured it out. If a country takes over your homeland for capitalist means, become a hard-nosed capitalist yourself. Rip off the white people.

ICE: Again, you really shouldn’t domesticate wild animals. I mean if one’s already domesticated I guess it’s fine to play with them. Also radioactive substances are cool and you should play with them.

CRY: Sometimes people love you from a distance. But if someone is constantly making their love conditional and manipulating you for their own gain, drop them like a hot potato.

VEN: Intelligence does not excuse crime (Helena and the mob boss she was researching were both clearly intelligent, but they both did bad things). Also sometimes stealing and working for a gang is okay if you’re working for the police?

HAU: Sometimes people will play a prank and run away right before your wedding but it’s fine because love forgives all? No. That’s not right.

If your entire family dies live in the bog for eighty years and fly around on a jetpack to scare the locals? Yes. Perfect.

RAN: Don’t hold grudges. Don’t do blackface.

WAC: So there was a post by @nancythedrew that popped into my head inspired this whole post but for the LIFE OF ME I can’t find it but I think the gist of it was: If you and your identical twin commit fraud by pretending to be one person, it’s okay as long as you were doing it for the noble cause of education. I mean, you were doing half the work as everyone else was and you’ll have to attend college as one person, but it’s fine. You’re fine. And while we’re at it, if you steal your roommate’s boyfriend, whatever. Highschool is highschool.

TOT: Did you ever have that really moody entitled college professor? Sometimes they’re not actually misunderstood. Sometimes they’re just an asshole. Don’t let yourself become that asshole.

SAW: Tradition is important, but it should not be placed over happiness. True family does not control and manipulate you to keep you close.

CAP: Fairy tales and legends are often just a cover for the horrible tragedies that never came to light.

ASH: Corrupt people will manipulate mob mentality into getting their way. It’s important to go against the grain if you feel the mob is wrong.

TMB: Why do people search for history? Is it for money? Is it for notoriety? Is it to respect their ancestors? Always question your motives. Always question if they are good or bad.

DED: Discovery should be made for the advancement of humankind, not profit.

GTH: History ignored will repeat itself. It’s easy to bury family secrets with shame, but forgiveness is never out of reach.

SPY: Selflessness taken to the extreme hurts the people who love you. If you constantly worry yourself with your demons, it’s easy to forget that.

MED: ...if your kid’s grandpa believes... in aliens... you shouldn’t keep their grandpa away... because then the kid get this weird attachment to them and dedicate their entire life to aliens? Also aliens might be real?! WHAT IS THIS GAME?!

LIE: I could probably piece together a theme if I knew what the tartarus was going on in this game but... I don’t know... women trapped in darkness/mental illness can overcome it and become queens? Having a rough life and falling into a bad situation doesn’t mean you’re a bad person? Gods there was so much potential if only if they just exPlAiNED THinGs

SEA: The shame of long lasting discrimination (xenophobia, homophobia, etc.) can fester into resentment and lead people down a bad path.

MID: Don’t assume that someone committed arson because they were burned in a fire when they were nine years old?! Think twice before condemning, otherwise history might repeat itself. (It’s essentially the theme of GTH and ASH combined).

#nancy drew #clue crew

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unironicduncanstan · 4 years ago

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[UNI’S LPS LORE DROP BITCH]

so ,,, i used to collect littlest pet shop (mostly the 1st and 2nd gen ones bc yall i am old) and theyre long gone now but. these are some of the lps i remember playing with and giving distinct personalities growing up. most of them didnt have names at all so im just referring to them with numbers and pictures. also warning it gets pretty Dark bc weird kid culture but here we go;;;

the first is #11 and #86. they were my absolute FAVORITES, a mother and daughter duo, a lot of their stories revolved around the kitten getting lost and the mom having to get to her, or the kitten dying and the mom having a mental breakdown. 11 mostly acted as a single mom but sometimes id cycle out different potential dads, usually the dog lps bc i did Not care abt the actual scientific lack of interspecial breeding possibilities

#25. a basic white picket fence ass dude, really common choice as the ‘dad’ in the above situation, he also was not immune to being ‘killed off’ for angst. was also cheated on a couple times by 11 (THOSE WERE AUS THO,,, DONT CANCEL HER ITS OK TO KEEP STANNING)

#200. she was #11s best friend, I think her name might have been hannah??? anyways if the mom and dad were killed off sometimes she’d “adopt” #86. but usually only after #86 fell into the custody of a terribly neglectful parent for a while and had to be rescued bc again, in my gay neurodivergent little brain peace was never an option

#487. another love interest for #11, usually competed with #25 in an almost edward vs jacob type battle of cool brooding boy and average mcfamily man. he was a big fav

#672. number #487s sister! usually either helped him get #11 like a wingman, or i’d flip the cards and make her manipulative and sabotage 11 bc she didnt think she was good enough for her brother. the personality switches id give characters were rly like. getting the bad ending in a video game,

#44. YET ANOTHER,, LOVE INTEREST FOR THAT ONE CAT,,,, but it was one sided and he always lost. poor friend zone ass simp im sorry man idk why you deserved that 😔 i think sometimes though id pair him with #200/hannah at the end. cant get the girl date her best friend idk i was 8 my morals were not always applicable to the adult situations i created

#14. SO I,,,, i ended up with three of these. and in the end i made them triplets that performed for the circus and were unhappy in their life of exploitation. i think sometimes they would. form a sui pact to escape their torment.

#137. HIS NAME WAS FUCKEN CHEESE

Groovy goat / unnumbered. I remember she was spanish to me but spoke mostly english, this decision was made bc i was an extremely white american child, and she was almost always involved somehow in a story bc she was my favorite design ever. anyways she usually was a model that would give a struggling lps a ‘makeover’ like that one scene in any dramatic disney live action film ever made

#464. another fav bc of her design omg. she was like a little sweetheart and would often play the role of ‘baby’ for any species i didnt already have designated ‘babies’ for. BUT, when i’d play with the other hamsters (we’ll get 2 them in a sec), i made them all the same age and theyd all crush on her at the same time lmao the DRAMA

#34, #35, #36. they were brothers and in order from left to right;;; biggest brother and a leader+positive role model, then the punkish middle brother that didnt like to listen and would often get them all in trouble, then the youngest nerdy brother that was naive and soft and did w/e he was told. they stuck together thru all their antics, except when #464 was involved, then theyd have a classic ‘fighting over a girl then realizing thats ridiculous’ arc. rly loved these guys cuz i always wanted a hamster so id pretend they were real animals sometimes too loL

#693. i got thsi in a mcdonalds happy meal but anyways she was a princess/queen/whatever and was very spoiled royalty. probably tried to behead some of the other lps idk. all she wanted was drama and money

#112. punk boy,,, usually paired with one of the ‘popular’ girls,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, oh my god did i government assign this dog duncan kin b4 td even existed yet

#48, #79 #42. !! HUGE FUCKEN BITCH ALERT !! (popular girls trio lol), i think a couple times i like, aged down #11 and got rid of the kitten for a ~highschool au~ where these girls bullied her but she ofc ended up stealing the middle ones man. and then other times i just paired the middle girl with #112 in a genuine ‘opposites attract’ ship . where were u guys when i was making duncney lps a thing tbh

#59. i love this guy but he was just an eccentric dork and mostly used for comedic effect

#43. love interest for #59 that he goofily fawned over till he eventually got the girl at the end of every story bc i loved cliches

#673. usually a mysterious adventurous girl from out of town that meets the mains in my story and befriends them/helps them out. also a close friend of the groovy goat character

“Paws off diary” Bull Terrier. ok this ones weird but he came in this lil electronic diary right (you can google how it looks to see what i mean) and there was this like, plastic bubble on top that he came in and you could stick him or any other lps in there and shut it securely cuz it was a diary so i. used it as like. a prison almost where id trap lps and the other characters had to ‘save’ them like they were rescuing a princess from a tower or smth. but it was usually just this lil guy. also he was given a name but i was kinda cheating skjdfsdf it was, “Max” bc that was always his name in the commercials for the diary--

#646 and #647, twin orphans separated at birth. did a lot of princess and the pauper esque ‘long lost siblings from different worlds’ reunion stories with these two

#94. so this one came with a head bandage and a little medical looking case to carry them in. i used the carry case as like an ‘ambulance’ or med helicopter to put ‘sick’ pets in and carry them to the hospital, and this pet had chronic illness so they were always the roommate patient at the lps hospital.

#10 and #142, the goldfish couldnt be taken out of the bowl if i remember correctly so. he felt sad and isolated but the seahorse was his best friend who was able to go anywhere so id stick him in the bowl with him a lot to hang out n make him feel better. solidarity

#463. i LOVED her design, so i used her a lot as just a friend to whoever i was playing with. she was also one of the bigger birds so shes the only one i remember really utilizing as a ‘this character can literally fly’ plot device. she also might have been magic i dont remember. ik whenever i did the circus story she was always in it

#37, #38 and #39. i lost the ‘girl’ one early on, like completely lost it and never found it again so idk what happened to it. so the story was the other two were brothers in a constant search for their long lost sister. sometimes id either have another lps be their sister or make a ‘found family’ trope out of somebody

#331. i had two of these and they come with little hats but i lost one of the hats so. evil twin story babey the regular one was a nice old pirate guy but the one with the hat was evil and nobody could ever tell the difference

#641, IM THE TRASH MAN! I START EATIN GARBAGE,

#long post #i had many more but these were my muses #original

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