#it kills me that despite all the yellow she's still so purple. even when she's escaped she'll never truly be free from it

[biblically-accurate-dca]

@vanweek2024 day 1 - freedom

couldn't think of anything good for an actually serious drawing for this prompt so i just did this

[singmyaubade]

the greatest heist

james potter x female!reader

summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy

a/n: my bad for taking so long.. enjoy & as always, i apologize if you hate this!

part 1 | part 2

SITTING in the Hospital Wing for the rest of your glamorous night was certainly not on your bucket list for the year.

You couldn't believe that while your friends were most likely on their next shot of Firewhiskey, there you were, sitting with an ice pack on your ankle and a yellow, now turning purple, bruise resting below it.

The scowl on your face couldn’t be more defined before a gentle squeeze on your forearm snapped you out of your angered thoughts.

A sweet, warm James sat beside you, his comforting smile as kind as ever. You gave him a shy smile in return, reluctant to admit that his presence made you feel just a little bit better.

"You know, you don’t have to stay here," You said, voice soft but sincere. "You don’t have to stay out of pity for me while the rest of our friends are probably on their fourth round of Truth or Dare." You snorted, trying to make light of it.

James lightly laughed, the sound warm and comforting. "I wanna be here," He replied sweetly, making your heart swell despite yourself. "I mean, I am partly to blame for your injury."

You snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, your vicious twirling of me is definitely what did it."

He yawned dramatically. "Yeah, I’m so strong," He flexed one arm with exaggerated pride, earning a laugh from you as you playfully swatted at him.

"Well, dearie!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, appearing suddenly from the patient beside you. "It seems it’s just a deep bruise—nothing a bit of Bruisewart Balm won’t fix," She stated, handing you the small jar of balm. "I’d recommend taking it easy on your feet for a day or two, but nothing too strenuous."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," You smiled as she nodded and moved on to her next patient.

"And to prevent more bruising," Pomfrey added with a sly smile, "I’d recommend staying away from Mr. Potter over here."

James frowned. "Oh Pops, how you wound me!" He said dramatically, making Pomfrey roll her eyes and walk away.

The tension in the room lifted, but as James turned back to you, the air between you two shifted. You met his gaze, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, how the dim light of the Hospital Wing made them look even more intense. You felt your heart race in your chest as he cleared his throat.

"Well, it seems like you won’t need to stay overnight," James said, a little too casually, his voice softer than usual. "May I help you hop back to your dorm m'lady?" His hand extended out for you.

You blinked at him, a little surprised at his suggestion. "What a gentleman," You mocked, though your voice was lighthearted as he helped you carefully get to your feet, his hand steady at your waist and the small of your back.

You both started down the hallway, his support a comforting presence as you tried to regain your balance on your injured ankle.

"You know Emma’s going to kill me, right?" You said with a dry chuckle.

James huffed in response, his arm still around you. "She’s really not as deadly as you all make her out to be," he said lightly.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I think there’s a reason all the girls in sixth year have stayed away from you, and it isn’t because of your looks or personality."

James laughed, but there was a tinge of embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, she’s just really protective, you know?" He helped you adjust your step as you hopped slightly, trying to stay balanced. "She cares about me."

You raised an eyebrow. 'Protective doesn’t mean bat-shit crazy,' You thought to yourself.

"But I am sorry for how she’s been treating you," James continued, his voice turning a little more serious. "We broke up over it, you know?"

You didn’t know how to respond. You’d heard they’d had a fight, but you hadn’t realized it had escalated to that point.

"Over me?" you asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah," He nodded, his voice almost sheepish. "I know we haven’t talked much in the last couple of years, but you’ve always meant a lot to me, you know? So, when she gave me that choice—you or her—I thought it was a load of bollocks, but in the end, I think it was what we both needed. To take a step back, I mean."

You felt your stomach twist at his words. You knew their relationship had always been complicated, but hearing it from him like this was not what you had expected.

"And how did she take that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.

James’s face softened, but there was a faint trace of sadness in his expression. "She yelled. Cursed me out for a bit, slammed the door, and I haven’t seen her since."

You nodded, processing his words. You hoped to feel happy and to be excited, but you only felt sadness for James. Despite your dislike for Emma, he had seemed to actually enjoy her presence.

And all you ever wanted for James was for him to be happy even if it meant the literal Anti-christ being his girlfriend.

"Well," You said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."

James looked over at you, his lips curling into a soft smile. "Thanks."

The silence stretched between you two as you hobbled along the corridor. You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and something about it made your heart beat a little faster.

"Can I ask you something?" You ventured, glancing up at him.

"Anything," James replied, his voice sincere.

"Why didn’t you ever... you know, talk to me about this before? You’ve been kind of distant, and—" You cut yourself off, not wanting to sound too accusatory.

James gave a small, rueful chuckle. "Guess I was just stupid, huh?" He looked over at you, his expression thoughtful. "I always figured things would work themselves out, and we would get closer in the future. But maybe I was wrong or just scared of Emma." He lightly laughed.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet for a moment, your mind racing. The conversation felt like it was drifting toward a place you weren’t sure you were ready for, but at the same time, a part of you felt like you needed the conversation.

As you approached the Gryffindor Tower entrance, you could see the Fat Lady’s portrait in the distance, and the familiar weight of the evening was starting to settle back into place.

"This is me," You said, trying to keep your tone light as you stopped in front of the portrait.

"Yeah," James replied softly, a bit quieter now like he didn’t want the moment to end. "But, you know, if you ever need anything—"

"I know where to find you," You said, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

James looked at you for a long moment, and for just a beat, it felt like everything between you two shifted again. His eyes were intense, but there was something more in them now, something that made your heart flutter.

"Yeah," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "You do."

You turned toward the Fat Lady, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions coursing through you. You gave her the password, and as the portrait swung open, you took a last glance at James.

"Night, James," You said, your voice soft.

"Goodnight," he replied, his gaze lingering on you as you stepped inside.

And for a brief moment, you couldn’t help but wonder, maybe there was more to your friendship than you’d ever realized.

--

"He said what?!" Dorcas yelled excitedly, her voice carrying across the otherwise quiet Great Hall. You quickly shushed her, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching. It was way too early for this kind of drama.

You had both decided to wake up an hour earlier than all the other girls for two very important reasons: 1) You didn’t trust Emma, and 2) You really didn’t trust Emma.

A few third-years glanced up from their breakfast, clearly curious about the outburst. You snorted, trying to hide your smile as you took another bite of toast.

"And what did you say?" Dorcas asked, her eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.

"Nothing," You muttered, refusing to meet her gaze as you stared off into the distance.

"What do you mean you said nothing?!" She questioned loudly, banging her hand against the table with enough force to rattle your plate.

You grabbed her hands quickly, trying to calm her down. "Stop doing that!" You whispered, sending apologetic glances to the third-years who were now staring openly at you.

"I just mean you had a perfect opportunity to get back at Emma, get Potter on your side, and you said nothing?!" Dorcas exclaimed, her voice rising with the excitement of her accusation.

You sighed, guilt twisting in your stomach. "I can’t do that to him, Dorc," You said quietly.

She stared at you for a long moment, clearly processing your words. There was a flash of realization in her eyes before she grinned, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You like him!"

You felt your face heat up as you rolled your eyes. "I do not."

"You do," She sang, drawing out the words like she was taunting a child.

"I do not," You said firmly, refusing to let her win.

"But you do—"

"I do not!" You interrupted, suddenly shouting, not even bothering to care about the third years who were now openly staring at you.

Dorcas smirked in victory. "Yeah, sure you don’t."

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. "This can’t be happening to me. It’s been one day since the plan was made!" You whined, half-exasperated, half-amused.

Dorcas gently pried your hands away from your face, her fingers rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles. "You can’t just hold your feelings in. If you like Potter, then so what?" She said gently, trying to comfort you. "Better than that evil witch."

You snorted at that. "I can't, Dorcas. I refuse to like someone who has the craziest ex-girlfriend in all of girlfriend history."

She sighed dramatically, looking at you as if you were the most difficult person in the world. "So what’s your master plan now, huh? Avoid him forever?"

You put on a fake, thoughtful face. "Avoid him," You pondered with a smile. "It’s the only option. Great idea, Dorc!"

Dorcas huffed, shaking her head as she took her hands away from yours. "Yeah, maybe just avoid him," She muttered, clearly not sold on your brilliant plan.

You laughed and stabbed a fork into your eggs. "Exactly."

Before Dorcas could reply, a voice slid in beside her, smooth and familiar. "Isn’t it the prettiest ladies I’ve had the honor of seeing as I awake?" Sirius Black drawled, grinning widely. Dorcas immediately shot him a disgusted look, scooting a few inches away from him.

"What do you want, Black?" You asked, already annoyed before he could even open his mouth again.

"Why do you treat me so horribly when I just want your love?" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him deeply.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his antics.

"Are all of the Marauders this dramatic?" Dorcas asked, still eyeing Sirius in distaste.

"Believe it or not, yes," You confirmed, just as someone slid into the seat beside you.

"Good morning," James Potter greeted, flashing you that same sweet smile you had trouble getting out of your head.

You immediately felt a flutter in your chest. Your throat seemed to dry up as you turned to look at him. He looked radiant this morning—like the sun itself had decided to take residence in his smile.

You gulped, your brain scrambling for words. You quickly glanced at Dorcas, who gave you a subtle shake of her head, silently telling you not to do anything rash.

"Morning!" you rushed out, way too eager. You quickly gathered your things, mentally panicking. "I actually have to go study in the library for a while, so I’m just gonna go ahead." You stood quickly, trying to make your escape.

James stood up with you, looking at you with those shining eyes. "I can come with," He offered cheerfully, clearly not reading the room at all.

You shook your head rapidly, desperate to escape the conversation. "No, no! I’ll be fine!" you said a little too quickly, almost tripping over your own feet as you backed away. "I’ll just see you later."

James and Sirius exchanged a curious glance as you rushed off. You breathed a sigh of relief the moment you stepped out of the Great Hall and into the corridor.

Finally, peace and quiet.

But then you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James Potter jogging to catch up.

"Hey!" He called out, clearly not bothered by your earlier panic. "I decided to come with you since I’ve got nothing to do. Figured we could walk to class together after studying." He said it so cheerfully as if you hadn’t just escaped from his company a few moments ago.

You blinked, speechless. You hadn’t expected him to follow you. You didn’t think it would be this hard to get James Potter off your back.

He matched your pace, the two of you walking side by side in the silence that felt anything but comfortable.

And you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a moment, if your life had just become infinitely more complicated than you had planned.

"So, what did you need to study?" James asked, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he looked at you with that easygoing grin of his.

You quickly scrambled for an answer, the pressure of his gaze making your mind race. "Astronomy!" You replied a bit too quickly, the excitement in your voice betraying your nerves.

"But you've always been good at Astronomy," James raised an eyebrow, his gaze skeptical as he studied you closely.

You tried to shrug it off, but your voice betrayed you. "I'm afraid the subject's been slowly slipping from me," You said, forcing a smile.

His face softened, the skepticism fading into a more understanding look. "Yeah, Professor Sinistra does tend to move quickly," He said, nodding in agreement. "I even tried to cast a time-slowing spell on her once just to get down all my notes."

You laughed, the image of James trying (and likely failing) to slow down the Professor amusing. "And what did you get in return?" you asked, a teasing grin playing on your lips.

"Two weeks of detention," He said, smirking as if the whole thing was just a funny memory. "Totally worth it though."

You giggled, the sound feeling lighter in your chest. "Of course it was."

You both walked in silence next to each other, making your way towards the library. You were glad that the silence was comfortable but a part of you still thought avoiding James was the best plan.

You went to sit at a table before James rushed over to you, pulling your chair out for you as you rolled your eyes, "Do you just want me to keep calling you a gentleman?"

"A bit," He shrugged as he sat down across from you.

You opened your textbook for Astronomy, actually deciding to do work since you were there anyways.

You noticed James making paper planes and attempting to get them to fly over your head. By the fourth one, it hit you square in the forehead, and you let out a dramatic sigh.

"Do you need me to give you a task?" You asked, eyeing him with a look that could only be described as 'toddler supervision.'

James rested his head on his palm, his gaze staring off into space. "I just think there are more exciting things we could be doing right now," He replied with a bored sigh.

"Like what?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and offering him a light smile.

He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with mischief. "I could teach you how to play Quidditch!"

You almost felt sick just hearing the words. You shook your head furiously. "I don't know about that," You said, looking back down at your textbook as if you could will the conversation away.

James grabbed your hand in an exaggerated plea. "Come on, it'll be fun!" He cheered, his enthusiasm making you laugh, but before you could say anything else, the librarian shushed him with a fierce look.

You giggled quietly, "Sorry, James, no," You said firmly, scribbling some notes in your textbook.

James pouted dramatically, laying his head down on the desk in defeat. You studied him for a few moments as he huffed, like a child who hadn't gotten his way.

You rolled your eyes, unable to resist the pull of his antics. "I'm not falling for this."

He continued to pout, his face scrunched in exaggerated misery. He pretended to sniffle dramatically, looking up at you with his big hazel eyes.

"No, James, I mean it," You said, trying to keep your tone firm, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

--

And next thing you knew, you were on the Quidditch field.

You yelped loudly as you clung to James’s waist, the wind rushing in your face as he zoomed higher into the sky. "We haven't even made it into the air yet!" James laughed excitedly, clearly having the time of his life as you panicked.

"This is still really high!" You cried out, your grip tightening around him. You dared a glance down and saw the ground growing smaller and more distant by the second.

"Close your eyes, I’ve got you!" James shouted reassuringly, though it still sounded somehow delicate, soothing you.

With a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped him even tighter. The wind whipped around you, but James’s steady hold kept you grounded—physically, at least. When you opened your eyes, the sensation of rising fast into the air filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.

James cheered as you both soared, flipping through the air and spiraling in wide, dizzying motions. You screamed, the wind filling your lungs with cold, sharp air.

But then, as if sensing your panic, James calmed things down, steering the broom to glide slowly over the Black Lake.

You exhaled a long breath, your heart rate slowing as you took in the view. From this height, the lake looked more beautiful than you'd ever seen it before, its surface sparkling in the early morning light.

You rested your cheek against his back, staring down at the glistening water below. "This is really pretty," You murmured, surprised at how peaceful it felt up here.

James chuckled lightly. "It's one of my favorite things to look at when I ride." He smiled, but you could feel his warmth, even through the rush of wind. When you lifted your head to look at him, he glanced back with a grin that seemed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Is this where you disappear to during Quidditch games when you're supposed to be looking for the snitch?" You joked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

James's eyes widened dramatically. "You've figured me out!" he yelled, a laugh bursting from him before he abruptly swerved the broom again, causing you both to spiral upward with another whoosh of wind.

You screamed as you were whipped through the air, but James’s laughter was all you could hear. He cheered as the wind carried you higher, and you couldn’t help but laugh, even as you felt the thrill and panic collide inside you.

Seeing James so excited, gliding through the air, eased most of your fear. His laughter, the way he moved so effortlessly—it was impossible not to feel lighter in his presence.

You hadn’t realized until now how much you wanted to see someone smile like that, so carefree and alive. His joy was infectious, and it made you feel like maybe you were starting to enjoy this too.

James’s grin widened when he saw the way you were watching him. “See? Told you it’s fun up here,” he said, his voice full of that same infectious enthusiasm. He spun the broom gently, making you feel the rush of wind again, and for the first time, you didn’t mind it.

You met his gaze, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, it’s amazing up here,” You admitted.

James’s smile softened as he gently lowered both of you to the ground. You carefully dismounted the broom, your legs still a little shaky from the ride.

As James went to put the broom back in its rightful place, you glanced at your watch—(yes, you had actually bought one)—and your heart dropped. "Shit! James, we’re going to be late!" You yelled, rushing toward him.

He immediately sprinted over as you tossed his bag at him with a hurried "Sorry!" You grabbed yours, slinging it over your shoulder before running up the stairs.

After what felt like an eternity of climbing, you stopped at the first landing to catch your breath.

James huffed, leaning on the railing. "Maybe we should just skip," He suggested, looking at you with a mischievous glint.

You shot him a death glare as the stairs shifted back into place, urging him to hurry. "Not an option, Potter!"

You both barely made it to class, arriving two minutes late. Professor Adair gave you both a disappointed look and gestured to the empty seats in the front. The entire class seemed to turn toward you, exchanging curious glances.

James leaned over and whispered, "Hey, you did great today."

You flushed, feeling a little flustered. "Thanks," You mumbled, half of you still recovering from the flying.

"Think I can have a spot on the team?" You asked, grinning at him.

James grinned back. "Oh, for sure. Your flying skills are impeccable," He said, his tone light and teasing.

"Be careful, Potter. I might take your spot as Seeker." You nudged him, half-joking, but his hand squeezed your thigh lightly in response.

You were about to respond when you saw your friends walking toward you, with Emma trailing behind them. The glare she shot you could've melted stone, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of unease.

"And why were you two late?" Lily asked, her voice mock-stern.

"Well, Mom, we were out flying," James said with a dramatic pout, making you laugh.

Lily looked at you, wide-eyed. "You went flying?"

"How did you make her do that?" Remus asked, half-sitting on his chair in front of you as Sirius snored, head resting on his shoulder.

"I don’t think I’ve ever even seen Y/N jump ," Marlene chimed in, snickering.

You shot her a look, but the corner of your lips twitched. "It was a one-time thing."

"Oh, yeah?" James smirked, nudging you with his shoulder. "I think there’s still more flying to do," He teased, and you giggled.

Your friends exchanged suspicious glances, but Emma’s sour expression cut through the moment. She stepped forward, eyes fixed on James, her voice syrupy sweet. "Well, we’re thinking about going to Hogsmeade tonight," she said, ignoring you completely.

"Sounds fun," You said casually, but Emma’s smile faltered slightly.

Sirius yawned, not looking up from where he was practically asleep on Remus’s shoulder. "So, are you two in?"

James looked at you with a grin. "If M’lady is."

"Sure, why not?" You responded lightly.

Emma looked like she was about to cast the Killing Curse right there, but she held it together, forcing a fake smile. "Great, it’s a date," She said, her eyes burning into you.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be very interesting.

[bluerosefox]

Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.

[ataraxianne]

This will be long and I apologise in advance, but I've spent the last hours researching and analysing so here we go

Analysis of the flowers in the recent Helluva Boss characters' portraits in the new Spring collection (or, at least, what I think these flowers are)

Blitzø ~ White geranium: this flower mainly symbolises pure love, but also innocence, purity and protection. While protection is quite evident in Blitz's character, the other three meanings may seem out of place, but that is precisely what they've been doing with Blitz's personality this whole time. He follows the "they think I'm a monster, so I will become one" path, but despite his flaws and self-sabotage he is a nice person, full of love that he does not know how to properly express and he is not really the one to blame for the accident that happened years ago at the circus. He is not the heartless imp he make himself up to be, but a rather simple, hurt guy who's hoping and longing for love

Loona - Purple rose: this is also an interesting choice. The main meaning of this flower is the "love at first sight", but it also gives the idea of an endless love. It is, then, also a symbol of nobility and royalty: this may be a reference to the fact that in the group, she is not only the only one who can read and use the Grimoire, but that has also learned a lot of spells from it (ex: being able to give herself a human disguise). Unless there are also other possible future connections with her and nobility...

With Moxxie and Millie there really aren't any double or secret meaning (or none that I could find)

Moxxie - Hesperis matronalis: this flower is present in many legends, all related to a promise of eternal love and fidelity (of course, this is for his marriage with Millie). I read somewhere that they're also a symbol for loyalty, which may be a reference to his relationship with Blitz (and also something he probably struggled with too, after Chaz betrayed him), and its name "matronali" is a reference to ancient Roman matronae, probably a reference to his mother (who was featured in the merch as well)

Millie - Geranium pyrenaicum: apparently in folklore they were said to counter love spells, which is hilarious considering the serenade Moxxie did to her at Ozzie's, where he literally says he feels under a love spell when he's with her. Maybe it's a way to say that their love is actually real and that it will last, since this flower also symbolises love, joy and health - and in some cases also protection

Stolas - Dahlia: (I'm going to fucking die)(when I tell you I SCREAMED) Yellow dahlias are a symbol of affection and gratitude (THANK YOU BLITZ. FOR MAKING ME SO HAPPY. EVEN IF FOR ONLY A LITTLE WHILE)(kill me now please). These flowers are said to despise cold temperatures since it prevents them from flourishing (call 911 I'm begging you). They also symbolise kindness, dignity, resilience and inner strenght, together with eternal love, and in some cases they're also viewed as a symbol for regality

Octavia - Purple hortensia: oh this is interesting. Hortensia's significance may vary depending on the culture: while in Japan they're a symbol for an heartfelt emotion and apology, in Europe they symbolise arrogance and vanity. I think both these versions apply to Octavia and to her way of, not seeing the world in general, but probabily her now-complicated relationship with her father. She's a bit arrogant in her teenage headstrongness, but she still loves and cares for him. Purple hortensias, then, specifically symbolize a desire to deeply understand (again, definitely in relation to Stolas)

Fizz - Orange carnation: these flowers are said to generally symbolize positive feelings, while the orange ones specifically connotates happiness, warmth, determination and creativity, but also desire and enthusiasm - all qualities that are easily attributable to him.

Verosika - Azaleas: this one is interesting too: these flowers convey a lot of different meanings, but the most typical one is womanhood, femininity, but also passionate love, especially in their red variant. They can also mean "taking care of" (both of one's self or of others, but even "take care of yourself for me"). Another prominent answer, then, was temperance (as per Moxxie and her mother, Verosika too is featured in other new merch products among which there is also a scene of her peacefully sat somewhere in Sloth Ring - where she stayed for rehab). From the trailer it is clear that, at least in one episode, she will have an important role both for Stolas and for Blitz, and maybe we will also have some more information about her relationship with my favourite disaster imp, together with infos about herself and, at this point, a possible recovery for her and her clearly-still-broken-but-she-won't-admit-it heart?

(I'm starting to get tired, I guess y'all are too)(If you even kept reading this far)(I'm almost done, I swear)

I'm putting the sins together simply because their flowers are strictly related to their "sinful roles" and not to their characters

Ozzie - Poppies: I mean, I guess in this case we're referencing more the opium you can extract from them, so lust's and sex's narcotic and feverish effects on people

Beelzebub - White peony: apparently they convey an idea of shamefulness?? Probably what people feel after drinking whatever they can at her parties lmao. Also disgrace and, to a certain amount, wealth and prosperity

Mammon - Mimosa: honestly here the only meaning I want to give is that they smell of piss

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ALL ARE, THEY MAKE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE AGAIN

Okay so, they're all the same flowers, lilies, which in general represent purity, probably in relation to the depth of their love. However, there are additional meanings depending on their collours

M&M - Yellow lilies: symbols of joy, happiness and desire of enjoyment (they're each others' shadows and main interest, this is all too accurate)

Fizzarozzie - Blue lilies: serenity, rebirth and new beginnings (EXACTLY WHAT FIIZ DESERVES AND WHAT THIS RELATIONSHIP IS GIVING HIM)

Stolitz - Red lilies: they symbolize pASSION AND ROMANTIC LOVE, THEY'RE USED TO EXPRESS DEEP FEELINGS OF LOVE AND ITS STRONG INTENSITY

[queen--kenobi]

What Happened in Paris

Elayna Reyne wants nothing but the best for her life. That's why she applies to an internship at Casterly Rock Financial during her sophomore summer. Elayna expects to get excellent opportunities and a leg up in life from this internship; however, she gets more than that when she meets her new boss and old family friend, Tyland Lannister. Caught between a need for professionalism and a need more primal, Elayna and Tyland have to balance what they should do and what they want to do.

Pairing: Tyland Lannister x OFC, past Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Masterlist

Chapter One

Elayna applies for her internship. Sparks fly when she meets Tyland. Can this fire stay contained?

WC: Just under 7k

A/N: It's finally here! I'm so excited to share it with y'all. Thank you @writingbylee for letting me borrow Lyanna and @book-of-baba-fett for reading this over

Elayna stares out over the expanse of Blackwater Bay. The first few rays of sunlight begin making their way into the sky. Despite the sun only just starting to rise, seagulls squawk as they circle around the bay. At the edges of the horizon, Elayna can see the slight shimmer of waves as what little light there is catches the tops of them. She hears the waves as they wash up onto the shore. They don't crash loudly like they do at Casterly Rock; they lap at the sand in a soothing rhythm.

Elayna sighs. When she inhales, the taste of ocean salt settles on her tongue. She brings the ceramic mug in her hands up. Before she can take a drink, movement about a fourth of the way between the shore and the horizon catches her attention. It's a pod of dolphins. Elayna watches them in silent awe for a minute. With the sky turning a beautiful mixture of yellows, oranges, and purples, she feels as if she's part of a painting. 

She wonders if this is a good omen. Elayna brings the mug to her lips. She feels greedy, almost. She wants more good luck when she knows she has plenty. People would kill for what she has and yet she wants, no, needs more.

She sips her coffee slowly and then promptly pulls a face. Her nose wrinkles, and her upper lips twitches.

“Think they could afford better coffee.” 

Her dad took care of all her travel arrangements for this trip, so Elayna has no idea how much exactly she's paying per night. She knows it must be expensive. The hotel lobby alone suggests that with its white polished limestone floors and gold accents on everything. Not that the cost particularly matters one way or the other; Elayna being in the Presidential suite won't make a dent in their pockets. The perks of multi-generational wealth, she supposes.

It does, however, matter that the coffee is ass. 

Elayna sighs and sets her cup down on the wicker table beside her. The porcelain clinks. No amount of cream or sugar can save it. She doesn't need all organic, pesticide free, non-GMO coffee, but she at least needs something better than prepackaged Starbucks grounds. They might as well have given her K-cups and an outdated Keurig. She huffs and picks up her phone. King's Landing is huge. Surely a good coffee place exists here.

When Elayna unlocks her phone, she sees two text notifications. She double checks the time. It's 6:35 am. Elayna leans back in her chair, a fond smile making its way onto her face. When she went to bed last night, she had no text notifications. The idea people care enough to text her this early in the morning makes her heart glow.

She swipes open her phone and makes her way over to her texts. The first one is from her dad.

Mufasa himself (Dad, ICE): Good luck with your interview. Kick ass, little lion

Elayna closes her eyes. Even now she's gone to college, Alon still encourages her as he did when she was little. She can't remember what started it; she just knows it doesn't feel right when he doesn't wish her luck like this. She chose the phrase to be her first tattoo for a reason. She glances at her left hand. On top of her arm, right where a watch would sit, stands a rampant lion. The words kick ass, little lion in Alon's handwriting curl all the way around her wrist. 

Thank you ♥️ I love you

Elayna taps on her screen to back out and go to the other message. She snorts when she sees who texted her, although she still smiles. 

🐺 She don't bite 🐺: Good luck with your interview!

🐺 She don't bite 🐺: Don't do anything stupid. I will find out

Elayna's fingers fly across the keyboard.

And what r u gonna do about it, huh?

You ain't gonna do shiiiiit

Also. Why were u awake at 5:30. Go back to bed

Elayna giggles to herself. She drums her feet on the balcony floor with delight. Lyanna won't take her seriously. The pair of them have been friends long enough she'll know Elayna doesn't mean any of it. Besides, their bond is inseparable. They quite literally saved each other's lives. Elayna being a little shit won't do anything other than lightly annoy Lyanna at most. 

She closes out of her texts and navigates over to DoorDash. Idly, she begins combing through her options. Elayna doubts she'll find anything if her hotel coffee is anything to go off of.

“No. No. Nope. Oh, that looks interesting. Nevermind, I don't want that.”

She bounces her right leg. Her free hand flexes, fingers cracking as she does so. The restless energy within her builds. She sighs. Elayna looks at the top of her screen. Surely it's close to 7:15.

6:39 am

Elayna groans. She lets her head fall forward onto the table in front of her, a mock sob escaping her. Her shoulders sag. She stays like that for a long minute. Even though it's still early in the morning, the heat slowly builds. Elayna rotates her head to look at the horizon. She can't see much from this angle, but the sky is significantly lighter now. 

Her phone buzzes.

Mufasa himself (Dad, ICE): What time is your interview?

Her fingers fly across the keyboard.

11

Okay. Elayna closes her eyes and breathes. If she gets dressed now and finds a coffee place within walking distance, she should be okay. If she needs to be there at 11, she should really be there about 10:30? 

She shakes her head. No. No no no. 10:30 is too early. She'll seem like an overeager puppy begging for the job. Elayna refuses to look desperate.

10:45? 

Yeah. 10:45 would be good.

“Okay. 10:45...”

She opens her phone again. Apple maps tells her it's a 15 minute drive from the hotel to the offices. Google, on the other hand, says 12 minutes. So. She'll leave at 10:15? Yeah, 10:15.

Elayna runs her hand over her face. 

“Okay. 10:45. 10:15 to 10:45. An hour. No. A little over an hour to get ready. So. 9:00. Which gives me... 2 and a half hours to wait.”

Well. Elayna slides down in the wicker chair until her arms hang over the side uselessly and her chin rests on her chest. She can already feel the wait stretch out for eternity in front of her. She looks at her phone and then closes it. DoorDash might not be a good idea. Sitting around and waiting would only drive her crazy.

The balcony connects directly to the bedroom of her suite. Carefully, she closes the sliding glass door behind her. She smells the faint aroma of coffee lingering. The rising sun bathes the room in a soft glow. The room is spacious, sunlight not quite reach everywhere within the room. It feels almost too big for one person. The bed itself seems so huge in the space. In the middle of the night, one could get lost in it, never able to find their partner.

An empty sort of loneliness creeps along her spine and the edges of her brain. She wasn't supposed to be alone on this trip; the plan had been for her to come for her interview and then her... her ex boyfriend, Aemond, was supposed to come down the same day. The two of them would then spend a relaxing weekend together exploring the city. Who knows. He might have even taken her to his family home so she could finally meet his parents.

So much for that. 

Elayna flicks on one of the bedside lamps. Soft incandescent light illuminates the rest of the space, chasing the forlorn and sour mood away. Her loneliness still sits underneath her rib cage and in her stomach; the light just makes the feelings manageable. Underneath the cover of darkness, Elayna never gets control of her emotions. At least during the day, she can pretend to be alright and in complete mastery of herself.

She makes her way over to the closet, footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Elayna always hangs up her clothes now, a habit she picked up from her ex. He always insisted on it, even arguing just folding clothes to put in a suitcase wrinkled them. She sighs and scrunches her face. The fact he still influences her in little ways bothers her. She never did that before him. Then again, this might be the only area he was actually right. 

The closet door barely whispers when she opens it. She stares at the collection of clothes she brought with her. Everyone always teases her about being a fashionista; looking at the sheer volume of clothes she packed, she finds herself inclined to agree. The trip goes from last night to Sunday yet her luggage nearly qualified as overweight.

After a moment of thought and perusal, she plucks a pair of denim Guess shorts, not the cut-offs but shorts with a hem, from one of the hangers. The next pick takes longer, a tie between a white Baby Phat baby tee or the Guess corset tank. She grabs the tank and then her Guess zip up sweatshirt.

Elayna pads into the bathroom. The polished travertine countertop, white marble floors, and gold sink gleam under the bright fluorescent lights. The bathroom is just as large as a massive suite would demand. A large bathtub with a built-in jacuzzi takes up the space across from the sink. The toilet and a seperate shower were behind another door. 

Elayna makes quick work of changing from her silk pajamas into her casual clothes. As she brushes her teeth, she makes her way back out into the bedroom to grab her outfit for her interview, a pencil skirt with a matching blazer and a red silk blouse. Her Louboutin's are professional, thankfully, so she can wear those as well. She grabs the outfit and places it on the back of the bathroom door. Once she spits her toothpaste into the sink, she deals with her hair,  pulling her long, dark curly hair into a high ponytail. 

Elayna takes a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

“Can't believe I believed him when he said I wasn't hot.” Elayna murmurs, taking a moment to check out her ass. She places one hand on her hip, stretching her fingertips and pointing them down. Her off white acrylics stand out against the denim of her shorts. Aemond did a number on her self-confidence, nearly breaking her entirely. It took several months for her to even begin putting work into her appearance once more. She'll be damned if she lets him take more from her.

On her way into her hotel last night, she had seen a small boutique, a fancy place she suspects sells soaps and lotions. Having coffee while sitting in the bathtub jacuzzi with rainbow or sparkly water sounds appealing. Maybe she'll add a chocolate croissant too.

The thought makes Elayna smile. Yes. She thinks that's what she'll do.

The streets of King's Landing are already buzzing at 7:30 am. People begin to swarm the sidewalk, and roads clog with cars. Elayna makes sure to check which way she's going on Google before stepping out into the throng of people. She follows the directions, keeping an AirPod in her left ear so she can hear clearly without bothering the people around her. 

Her first stop is coffee. Thankfully, she was able to find a small place on DoorDash that wasn't too far away from her hotel. The walk only takes her 7 minutes. She admires her surroundings as she goes. She's staying in the Red Keep district, so everything around her looks clean and neat. The buildings themselves gleam in the sunlight, glass reflecting the beautiful sky with scattered fluffy clouds. She still smells the ocean, surprisingly, although it isn't as strong; the stench of gasoline and smog covers up the brackish scent of the air. Down here on the street, Elayna can't hear the seagulls or the waves. The cacophony of the city drowns out anything else. 

The doorbell to the coffee shop chimes pleasantly when she opens it. No one inside bats an eye. A line stretches from the counter to about halfway to the door. Elayna dutifully files into line. She looks at the menu while she waits; one of her pet peeves is people not knowing what they want, so she needs to ensure she has her order ready. She orders an iced version of one of their speciality drinks with oatmilk and a chocolate croissant. As she waits, Elayna double checks where exactly the shop she saw last night is.

Her order is ready fairly quickly, and Elayna ducks back out onto the street and towards her next destination.

As she walks, Elayna takes in more of her surroundings. She knows some of the history of King's Landing. The Red Keep is city center, and it's the pride and joy of the city. Each one of the major states has a part of the Red Keep they claim as their district. Alon likes to help those close to him, so Elayna’s hotel is in her state's district. It's absolutely one of the nicer parts of the city; the Westerlands has money and a reputation, not to mention the financial district is only a few blocks over. 

The shop has exactly what Elayna wants. Well, what she wants and more. As she looks through the soaps, perfumes, and lotions, she finds several scented items she doesn't need but buys anyways. Her nerves try to creep back in as she wanders through the storefront. The enticement of new beauty supplies drives the thoughts away, the promise of glitz and glitter filling her with temporary joy.

By the time she gets back to her hotel room, it's 8:52. Elayna starts the bath. As she waits for the tub to fill, she picks out her make-up. She opts for a soft, shimmery gold. She lays the palette and the rest of her make-up on the counter. Steam begins to fog up the mirror. Elayna turns back to the bathtub. It's almost filled to the brim. 

The handles move smoothly and don't squeak as she turns off the tap. She drops the bath bomb in with a soft splash. Pink and gold swirl out from the bath bomb, creating a shimmering vortex within the warm water. Rose and gardenia rises with the steam from the bath, filling her nose with a pleasant floral yet musky scent. She hums. Elayna pads back into the main room to grab her coffee and pastry before stripping and sinking into the warm water. 

Elayna takes her time to get ready. Her nerves scream at her to go faster and move, but she forces herself to ignore them. She has time. Besides, the more confident she feels, the better she'll do. If she luxuriates in every part of the process, from putting on lotion to applying her eyeshadow and blush, she knows she'll feel beyond prepared.

She still orders her Uber ahead of time. Just to be safe.

Casterly Rock Financial looms over this part of the city. The skyscraper oozes wealth. If she were one of the people from Flea Bottom, the building might come off as tacky, but Elayna thinks it rides the line between class and campy well. The normal steel beams are gold. A gold lion hangs over the main entrance. Supposedly, the insignia comes from a family crest. 

Her heels click nicely on the black reflective tile, marble she thinks. The lobby smells clean, almost to the point of being sterile and lifeless. Elayna heads straight to the reception counter. It matches the black of the floor, although the counter has more veins of white. Gold accentuates the edges and separates the body of the counter from the rest of it. 

The receptionist doesn't look up at her. She stares at her laptop before grabbing a pencil and a sticky note. A gold claw clip with red roses holds a mass of curly blonde hair up. Elayna notes her roots are showing the tiniest bit, a hint of dark amongst the blonde.

“I'll be with you in just a second.”

“Okay.” Elayna smiles. A quiet, nagging voice in the back of her mind wonders; the receptionist's voice sounds so familiar. Where does she know her from? The slight accent suggests either Lannisport or Casterly Rock.

The scribbling of pencil on paper fills the silence for a moment. Eventually, it stops. The receptionist lifts her head.

“Hi. Can I he-”

The woman falters. Her blue eyes widen with surprise and brief shock.

 “Elayna?”

“Tyshara?” Elayna blinks. A massive grin makes its way onto her face. Tyshara echoes the grin. “I knew I recognized your voice!”

“Oh my God, Elayna! It's been forever!” She squeals. Her voice echoes for a moment, bouncing off the glass panels. Tyshara gestures to her desk. “I'd come around and hug you, but they get weird about me doing that. It's unprofessional or whatever.”

“That's fine! It's okay. I absolutely get it.” Elayna leans on the edge of the reception counter. “How have you been? I didn't realize you got a job here. I thought you'd be in college.”

“Yeah. I'm taking a couple years off right now. Strengthening my resume.” Tyshara looks if she wants to pull a face but thinks better of it last minute. She still scrunches her nose. “Mom and Dad have been super weird about making sure I get into Harvard to continue the family legacy. Which is dumb because, like, Cerelle and Tymon have it in the bag. Why do I need to go too?”

Elayna laughs, a soft laugh almost akin to an amused snort. “I bet that's more your mom than your dad.”

“You have no idea.” Tyshara huffs. She rests her forearms on the desk and leans in towards Elayna. “So... what are you doing here? I thought you were gone for good.”

Elayna pauses. She clears her throat before offering Tyshara an apologetic smile. Two years ago seems like such a lifetime away now. She looks down at the floor for a second. 

“I'm actually here for an interview.” Elayna adjusts her purse. Hesitantly, she looks back up at Tyshara. “I... I'm sorry, Tyshara. I didn't mean to be, well-”

“An asshole when you left?”

Tyshara clearly tries to go for teasing, but a slight edge of bitterness creeps into her tone. Elayna nods once.

“Yeah.”

Tyshara examines her. Elayna swallows. She braces herself for a scathing remark. None comes. Instead, Tyshara lets out an inelegant snort and leans back some in her chair.

“Look. You were, but like. If my best guy friend used me, I'd be upset too. Also, him outing you was not cool.” She pauses. She runs her tongue along the back of her teeth in thought. “Don't. Don't tell Tymon I said this, but he was a total dillweed to you. Mom still is mad at him.”

“Really? I thought she would have taken his side.”

Tyshara shakes her head. 

“Mom actually likes you. She's just...” Tyshara gestures vaguely. Elayna nods. She respects Johanna a lot, especially since Johanna may as well be a single mother of 5 with how little Jason is around; however, Elayna isn't ignorant to how Johanna can get. Being Cerelle's best friend growing up meant she saw both sides of Johanna, and occasionally, Elayna was on the receiving edge of Johanna’s judgement. 

“I know. Trust me, I know.”

Tyshara smiles. She bites down on the inside of her lip as if trying to keep in a giggle. Elayna gives her a conspiratorial wink. The gesture cracks Tyshara; she lets out a small snort of laughter. Elayna grins. After a moment, Tyshara clears her throat. She clasps her hands together and places them on the desk in an attempt to look professional.

“You said you were here for the internship, right?”

Elayna nods. She adjusts her stance, moving her weight more onto her other side.

“I am.”

“Okay. I'm gonna call up and let him know you're on the way. Tyland is on the 12th floor.”

Elayna raises an eyebrow. “I thought he'd be on the top floor.”

“No. It's his weird superstition thing. 12 is supposedly a magic money number.” She rolls her eyes. She reaches for the phone. “Go ahead and go on up. He's probably been ready for the past hour.”

“Thank you, ‘Shara.” The pet name slips out. For a moment, it looks as if Tyshara blushes. “Hopefully I'll be seeing more of you this summer?”

“You better. I need people to talk to. Everyone here is so boring.”

Elayna makes her way to the elevator. Despite the 12th floor not being the top floor, the ride feels as if it takes forever. Elayna shifts from one foot to the other uncomfortably. When the elevator dings, she almost jumps out of her skin.

She steps out of the elevator. To her right, at the end of the bank of shiny chrome elevators, Elayna sees the main part of the office. Her heels click satisfyingly on the ground until she reaches the actual office floor. Padded carpet muffles her steps. This floor smells clean but not necessarily in a sterile and lifeless way like downstairs. The scent of papers and coffee mix underneath the fresh smell.

Elayna follows the lobby into the hall. It, surprisingly, opens up; she doesn’t see a wall right in front of her but what looks to be the main work space. She hears typing and soft murmuring. Sunlight comes through the large windows, but it doesn't pour. It's bright enough that the fluorescent lights are low. 

A few people look up from their identical cubicles with identical computers. Elayna smiles awkwardly. She leans back and then steps back. Surely, a sign hangs up somewhere telling her where to go. She turns and sees a black marble directory on the wall. 

Tyland is in suite E. She assumes he's got the largest corner office.

It takes Elayna a minute to orient herself. Despite not being far into the building, she feels lost already. As she walks the halls, Elayna uses the wall and infrequent markers to tell her where she is. Eventually, she finds where she needs to be. Suite E sits at the end of a hall and towards the back of the building. Elayna's lips twitch.

Seems she was right about the largest corner office.

Elayna carefully enters the waiting room. A secretary sits at a desk, a placard identifying her as Olivia Redwyne on her desk. She looks up when Elayna enters. 

“Hi.” Elayna smiles. “I'm Elayna Reyne. I'm here to see Mr. Lannister?”

“Okay, if you'll wait here.” Mrs. Redwyne picks up the phone. She gestures to a seat with her free hand. Elayna takes it. 

“Elayna Reyne is here to see you.”

Elayna looks around as she waits. She hears chatter but barely registers it. A couple tasteful office-friendly photos, mostly landscapes, sit on the taupe walls. Thankfully, they don't have the tag lines. Elayna would have no choice but to walk out if she sees that. After a moment, the receiver clicks into place. 

“He’ll be ready in a minute. Can I get you anything, dear?” 

Elayna shakes her head. “No, but thank you for the offer.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

She tries to keep herself calm. Elayna wants to look at her phone; it would be a welcome distraction. She doesn't. It might make her look bad, playing on her phone as if she was bored. She settles for scanning the walls again. One of the pictures looks to be from the Vale, a beautiful shot of the mountain range behind a lake. Another is an aerial view of the God's Eye. The third shows the cliffs of Casterly Rock from the shoreline.

The phone rings. Mrs. Redwyne picks it up. 

“He's ready for you.”

Elayna stands. She smoothes her skirt in a last minute prep.

“You'll do fine.”

“Thank you.”

Elayna steps into the office. She looks to Tyland sitting behind the desk. He seems familiar, blonde hair and blue eyes with a slightly crooked nose. His hair is slicked back. Elayna sees the hint of a 5 o'clock shadow. He's absolutely older than her, maybe twice her age. No, not quite twice her age but close.

She feels a flame stir within her when she looks at him. Blondes have always been a weakness of hers. She never thought older men to be particularly attractive, but he strikes her fancy. Maybe it's all the plaques and awards on his office walls. Maybe it's the fact that for having a more senior position, he still seems relatively young. Maybe it's the fact she can feel how ambitious and driven he is, a little cockiness mixed in for good measure. 

It could all very well be because she hasn't gotten laid in several months. Elayna grabs onto the thought and clasps it tightly in her hands. 

“Elayna?” He stands and comes over with his hand outstretched. His handshake is firm. He doesn't hold for too long, but Elayna swears his fingertips delicately brush against the inside of her wrist. He keeps his eyes on her face, but she swears he's not looking at her eyes. “It's good to meet you. Tyland Lannister.”

“Hi, Tyland.” She smiles. “I don't know if you remember me, it's been a while.”

Tyland looks her in the eye. His gaze didn't travel too far upward. Had he been looking at her lips? Recognition lights up his face. He smiles. 

“Oh, yes. I knew your name was familiar. You’re Cerelle's friend, right? How is she?”

“I... I actually haven't spoken to Cerelle in a bit.” Elayna clears her throat. “We sorta grew apart when we went to college, you know?”

A lot of the blame sits with Elayna. The two did text frequently during their first semester of freshmen year. Aemond put a stop to that. He took up so much of her time and energy she never thought to even reach out to Cerelle last summer. It took a “break-up” and going on a back packing trip for Elayna to find herself again. By that point, it was too late. 

“Oh. A shame. She seemed to like you a lot.” 

Much to Elayna’s surprise, Tyland sounds as if he genuinely means it as opposed to just giving trite platitudes. Elayna can't help her soft smile. She never talked with Tyland much, but she did remember he seemed normal, if nerdy. Tymon holds open contempt for the man, although Elayna was never to figure out why. Cerelle seems more ambivalent about her uncle.

“Yeah. She was- is a good friend.”

Tyland clears his throat. He gestures for her to sit. She does. The chair across from his is straight back and nice but not necessarily comfortable. Tyland sits in his chair. Sunlight coming in from the right side window and from behind him catches his blond hair. Elayna shifts in her chair. 

She never understood protagonists in cheesy romance novels telling their bodies “down, girl” until now. Elayna barely knows him yet based on the little she gleans from his office, her body reacts instinctively. Elayna crosses her legs.

Tyland leans back in his chair. He places his fingertips on a manilla folder on his desk. His gold Rolex shines. Elayna wonders if this is intentional. The positioning of his fingers show how large his hands are. 

“I want to go ahead and say this is just a formality.” Tyland begins. He flattens out his palm. Elayna's heart sinks for the briefest of seconds. Tyland must see the look on her face because he quickly reassures her. “Oh, I've already chosen you! I just have to do this so it looks...”

“Fair?” Elayna supplies. Her heart instantly climbs back up. Tyland nods. He takes a moment to think. His tongue wets his lips before he presses them together. 

“I don't want to be accused of favoritism.” 

Elayna nods. She tries to keep a sly smile off her face. A wave of relief washes over her. She eases back into her chair, shoulders dropping neatly down her back. Her ribs open up, chest untightening. 

“Thank you.” She murmurs. Elayna meets his eyes and smiles in gratitude. His eyes are blue, she notes. Tyland looks away first and clears his throat. 

“Think nothing of it. You actually came highly recommended. Cerelle practically sung your praises.” Tyland hums. “I will say. I did take a look at your resume and everything. You stated you were one of the Event Coordinators for your sorority this academic year, and you were just voted to be the Treasurer for your junior year?” 

“Yeah! I wanted to do events my sophomore year because I felt that was really critical for freshmen. You have to give a sense of community and presence. I actually really loved it! I ran for Treasurer this year on a whim, and I’m super excited about it.” 

Elayna resists the urge to run a hand through her hair. She smiles softly, almost shyly. Tyland rests his forearms on his desk, careful to keep his elbows back and away from the edge. 

“It seems like you might want to try for President of your sorority.”

Elayna blinks with a surprise before her eyes dart to his face. How did he...? She tries to keep it fairly quiet that she plans on running for President for her sorority. Not just because talking about plans often curses them but also because she feels cheap and cheesy. Everyone wants to follow the path she is and do what she's doing. She ducks her head in a shy manner.

“Maybe? I want to see where this year takes me before I make any decisions.” Elayna shrugs and smiles softly, if a bit lopsided. She keeps her gaze away from him as she does this. After a moment, she turns back to him. 

Tyland eyes her. His expression seems friendly and open enough, but Elayna can't shake the sense he knows her, knows her little games. Her gut tells her he knows because he's played them before. Elayna tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The light reappears in his eyes.

“What made you apply to this internship?”

Tyland leans back again and clasps his hands in his lap. His ergonomic office chair creaks as he does so. This time, when he leans back, he leans at a slight angle. He crosses one leg over the other. Elayna notices his navy pants cling to his broad thighs. When she meets his gaze, she knows the positioning is intentional.

A quiet hunger replaces the light. He examines her not in an impassive, critical way, but as if he's mapping the shape of her. He's not eye fucking her; this strikes her as more the precursor, an interest beyond the professional but not entirely sexual. 

He raises an eyebrow. It almost feels a challenge, to see if she'll back down or display a reciprocated interest.

Elayna gives him her coyest smile. She ducks her head once more so she's looking at him from her eyelashes. She reaches up and plays with a stray strand of her hair. It curls almost perfectly around her finger. 

“I mean. You know my family so you know my background. I grew up in this environment. It'll take less time to train me, plus it's something I'm personally invested in.”

Tyland nods.

“Does your dad want you to take over your family's business?”

The question sobers her up for a moment. Elayna purses her lips for a second. Slowly, she sighs. 

“Maybe? I'm not going to put words in my dad's mouth. He'll make the decision best for our family, but I do hope he picks me.”

She doesn't want to voice she would be the best choice. She loves her brothers, loves them dearly, but she knows they haven't put in the work needed. With Seb going on benders every other weekend and Ryman being too young to take anything but girls seriously, she holds no doubt in her heart. She is the best choice.

Elayna wonders if the only reason she hasn't been named yet is because her dad doesn't want her to live this life. Alon loves her, deeply and dearly. Elayna used to get comments about being a daddy's girl all the time. Unless they came from her siblings, she paid it no attention. This life nearly destroyed Alon. She wonders if he might be trying to save her.

Tyland studies her for a long minute. He drums his fingers on his desk, clearly lost in thought for a second. Elayna patiently waits. Tyland tilts his head. His eyes narrow, the studious look becoming slightly scrutinizing. His gaze flicks to her eyes. Elayna looks back at him. She can see him running a quiet calculation, but she doesn't feel threatened by it. 

Maybe it's because for the briefest of moments, when they lock eyes, his expression softens.

“It's a lot of work.”

“I know. I'm prepared for it.” 

“You won't be in the front office, so you don't have to come in at 6:30. That doesn’t mean you won't have long hours.”

“I didn't apply because I wanted easy. I applied because I want the best.” Elayna stares evenly at him. “I'm not scared of work.”

“I figured as much, but I still have to say it.” Tyland purses his lips in thought.  He looks away first, although he doesn't turn away entirely. He places his right elbow on the right armrest of his chair and then his chin by his lifted hand, pressing his knuckles just below the curve of his mouth. For a moment, he stares at the space just to Elayna’s left. Eventually, his eyes flick back to Elayna. She sees the moment he makes up his mind about whatever internal conflict is going on within his head. Tyland straightens up and interlaces his hands together, placing them on the desk. 

“Cerelle specifically described you as ambitious.”

“I'd like to think I know what I want. But, yes, I am ambitious.” She tries not to preen. “Like I said, I want the best. That applies to everything.”

“I like ambition.”

Fuck. Was it just her or did his voice lower slightly when he said that? Elayna tries to keep her breathing even. Tyland clears his throat. 

“I respect that. Not many people are willing to put in the work these days. Especially your generation. No offense.” Tyland hums. “I think... Elayna. You have a lot of potential.”

Her heart begins to sink. Those words were never good. Had she begun to be too casual with him? Did she say something to make herself come off as bitchy? 

“Which is why I'm going to give you an entirely different position.”

Elayna swears her heart stops in the moment. She stares at him. 

“I'm not sure I'm following?” Despite her best efforts, her voice raises in pitch at the end. It almost sounds like a squeak.

“You'd be working directly with me. I need someone organized and on top of things. Jason has left everything a mess. I need help managing it all.”

“Are you sure?”

Tyland tilts his head. He raises a single eyebrow.

“I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” Elayna bites down on her tongue to keep herself from becoming too effusive. A squeal of delight builds in her chest. Glee fills every one of Elayna’s cells and lights her whole being aflame. Tyland smiles.

“Is that a yes? I need to hear it in words.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

A brief look flashes on Tyland’s face. He looks at her almost hungrily for a second. Elayna misses it; she focuses on trying not to grin with delight. 

“I'll have to write up a new contract. It might take a couple days to get to you.”

“That's fine. I... thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me.” He smooths his hands on his slacks. “Thank Cerelle.”

“Oh, I will.” Elayna stands. Tyland follows suit.

“Let me walk you to the elevator. I could use the exercise.”

Tyland opens the door. Elayna scurries through and out into the waiting area. She notices he opens the door just enough she can get by but not enough she isn't forced to brush by him. Elayna relishes how close he is.

They find a good rhythm as he walks her to the elevator. Her heart beats rapidly. Giddiness washes over her. Elayna matches Tyland’s steps. She keeps a professional distance between them, wanting to go ahead and set a precedence. 

Tyland is her boss now. 

The thought almost makes her pause. Her earlier joy halts. Tyland isn't just her boss but her direct superior. A line sits in the sand; they are off-limits to each other. Normally, she wouldn't ever think about such a thing yet it occurs to her. Elayna can't have him. He can't have her.

The space between them crackles, an unsung electricity between them. 

Elayna wants to narrow the space between them. She actively fights the urge but feels inexorably drawn to him. Tyland clearly feels it too. He steps closer to her but then steps away after several paces. 

His hand brushes against hers. Elayna nearly sighs. Yet they both pull away from each other. 

The line is drawn. It sits perfectly between them. 

They make small talk on their way to the elevator. What classes is she currently taking? Oh, yes, he remembers that course. How is she liking college? It's not forced but still comes off as slightly unnatural and awkward.

The pair reach the elevator.

“Thank you again.”

Elayna shakes his hand. Tyland this time clearly means to linger, carefully running his fingers over her pulse point when he lets go. 

“No need to thank me. I'll have the paperwork sent over as soon as I can.” He smiles. “I look forward to working with you.”

The elevator dings. Elayna steps inside. Once the doors close behind her, she nearly slumps against the back wall. 

Oh. She's so fucked. 

She tries to ignore her heartbeat on the way down. It thrums through her entire body. Elayna sighs. This... this was different. She knows attraction. Hell, she's intimately familiar with lust. That was the draw between her and her ex, lust at first sight. Whatever is going on between her and Tyland is an entirely different beast.

It's not love. It's not just lust either. Elayna wants to put a name to the face but her tongue and mind come up blank. She thinks it's potential. On paper, Tyland is her type. It could mean nothing. It could mean anything. They may never fuck or may end up married. She doesn't know. 

Elayna runs her hand down her face. 

The elevator dings. Elayna straightens up. She exits the elevator. Tyshara looks up at the sound of heels clacking on the black marble.

“How'd it go?” Tyshara calls loudly from across the lobby.

Elayna stops. She... she got the job. She got the internship. The realization slams into her. She's got to call her dad. Elayna can hear him already, the way he’ll say “alright!” in such a proud voice. He's going to be so happy. 

Elayna lifts her chin and looks at Tyshara.

“I'll see you around this summer.”

Elayna winks before walking out the door.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

not a hc but can you rank lucy's stardresses?

A fit rank huh? Sure I can do that. Just gonna preface n say that obviously this is my opinion and whatevs and that I won't be includin any of the ones introduced in 100yr because I don't care about the sequel :]

Alrightie lets get into it! This gonna get long tho, so imma put it under read more so I don't murder ppl who are scrolling.

Aquarius Stardress

This one honestly might be on the lower tiers for me. Like for the first stardress shown its rather, boring. The colour choice of green and yellow is weird, and visually disconnects it from Aquarius (like seriously? No blue anywhere?). The wrap skirt is cute and I do love how she has Aquarius' collarbone tattoo. That's fire. But the basic bikini top is meh. Overall its serviceable, 6/10 on the Phoenix scale.

Leo Stardress

Honestly can't go wrong with a nice black dress. I really would've preferred a pants suit for this one but the dress regardless is fun. I has a nice shape with the asymmetrical skirt and I like the ruffles all over. I also like how the anime gave her stockings

If I had nitpicks i'd say to get rid of the center line down the middle of the chest, the two under the bust are enough and get rid of the purple hair clip, it feels tacked on and just tosses in a random colour to the palette. I'd also maybe change the yellow to something more orange so it pops more (maybe even make the interior of the dress something eyecatching to add some extra oomph visually when she's kicking.)

But good fit, 8/10

Virgo Stardress

Well, it's about what you'd expect tbh. It's a maid outfit lol. There ain't much here to say cept that its cute. 6/10

Tauros Stardress

Oh hell fuckin yea. HELL YEAH

Unabashedly this one is one of my favourites solely because of the uneven pants. It's so fun and stupid. I also like how she and Tauros have matching belt buckles.

The basic ass bikini top does bring it down though (sorry i'm a bikini top hater. If you're gonna put a character in a bikini top at least make it a different style! There's different types of tops that can be both sexy and interesting!!!!). It also looks wack at certain angles.

My chest hurts lookin at this.

Apart from that I don't think the double buns works best with this dress, I think it'd work better if swapped with the double braids of the capricorn dress. Also I just think it'd be cool if this dress gave her an axe, like how the cancer dress gave her weapons.

but because of how much joy the stupid pants give me, 9/10.

Sagittarius Stardress

Another banger stardress despite a glaringly obvious issue.

This shit's great to me. Good colours, fun patterns, i fuckin love that its backless and the high ponytail is great here. The issue?

That deep ass coochie cut.

On god it just looks so uncomfortable. The anime tried to even it out by giving her tights but that just tossed in another colour to the palette and just unbalances it. A simple fix would've been just to make it white leggings under there. Skin tight, sexy and still practical. Apart from the coochie cut the only nitpick I have is that I think the boob window should've been star shaped and i wish her sleeves also doubled as archery gloves.

Apart from that and how much the coochie cut haunts me, its a 9/10

Aires Stardress

Now I have no idea why, but I was never exactly big on this one. Like it's not awful, all the stardresses have a baseline cuteness to them. The alternating pink and white tiers on the dress is nice, but the cut under the bust kinda kills the uniform pattern it had goin on. Likewise the leggings don't feel coherent to the rest of the fit. Like still cute, but the stripes and the introduction of black makes the whole thing feel busy and plain all at once. Though ironically when it's in the manga and purely black and white i think it looks better.

But I dunno, i think this one actually might be my least favourite. 4/10

Gemini Stardress

Ok. I like the alternating blue and white all over. That's cool. But, that headdress on top of the already busy outfit feels like its a lil too much on top. Also the random gold baubles on the outfit itself feels sorta thrown on. The belt can stay I suppose but nix the tassels near the collar and trade in the boob window for a deeper neckline.

We can just get rid of the headdress altogether and change her hairstyle to like, crown braid with a hanging blue and white ribbon on either side to keep with the alternating colours and we golden. 5/10

Scorpio Stardress

Gonna start this off to say, not a big fan of the bottom (the leather panty thing with the chain on it? Dawg idk i don't like it lol). and the chain on it looks so silly and not in a fun way. If anything I think she should have a bigger tail, not as big as scorpio's but defs something bigger that what she has currently. And as much as I like backless fits I don't think it works here, the deep cut boob window can stay though. I do like the headband and how her hair frames her face but overall its another 5/10.

Also here's a scorpio stardress redesign that I like. Doesn't fix all my issues with the og but it's still pretty dope.

Cancer Stardress

I like this because it looks cool and gives Lucy weapons. I don't like it because it doesn't connect well with Cancer the spirit visually. But Cancer's design sucks and I like this better than Cancer himself. Truly a design with conundrums for me. 6/10

Capricorn Stardress

I don't like this dress! Not one bit! Why is it a bdsm tit dress! The hair is cute and I like the shades and the horn clips with the bows but the dress!!!!!!!! Why is it so visually disconnected from Capricorn the spirit! Why isn't it a skirt suit with sexy fishnet leggings like in the concept art!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why isn't this the canon design!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tragic/10

[bciphergrl]

Ello everyone! I know that we, the fans of Tophat On A Stage, have been celebrating the death of Chip Rotwood Jr. That horrible jerk will never be missed. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. Oh no no no! For today's theory, it's related to the purple titan itself. You see, the creator just released her newest comic, issue 52. It dives into the types of reoccurring dreams that Newton keeps having. I'm focusing more into the fact that he has been keeping seeing the purple titan more often, since the death of Jr. But I know that you're here to listen to my theory, not me explaining what happened in the comic. So, here's my theory: the purple titan isn't gone for good.

I know. It sounds pretty vague. Just let me explain to get your gears rolling as much mine has. I get it that the purple titan is dead. I don't doubt that. The creator of Tophat On A Stage literally confirmed that multiple times (even in her recent fun facts of the week) before and there's definite proof in the movie "Out Walking The Dog 2".

(Seriously, go give it a rewatch, if you don't believe me.) HOWEVER she didn't say anything about a possible of it being gone for good. I can already hear someone saying "But how is that possible for it to still exist, if it was already killed, before the comic series even started?". That's a good question. I have re-read the comics to get a better answer to it. It's honestly rather simple. The remnant within Newton. You see, Marlon has remnant of the yellow titan within him and uses it's powers. This applies to Newton as well. He was only to finally use the power of the purple titan (even though unintentional), assuming, for the first time out of fear of Jr ending his life.

Despite those two titans being dead, I believe that having a remnant of them allows them to still use their powers. Marlon has demonstrated that more than plenty of times within the comic series so far.

After all, the color of his eyes shows which titan. Even though having a remnant of a titan still allows them to use their power, it shouldn't influence them....right?

That might not be necessarily true. We saw how much it mostly changed Marlon. I know you'll probably say "That's because the green titan is the only one who wasn't killed" and you're correct. It's the only one who lived. However, that's doesn't mean that ghosts can't exist. Remnant from ghosts to be exact. What is exactly remnant though? Well, in order to answer that, I'm gonna need to talk a little bit about Five Nights At Freddy's for a moment. It has been mentioned there in the Fazbear Frights books I've read. To save you the pain and suffering from having to read it's complicated lore, both game and book series, I'll just tell you what remnant basically is in the FNAF universe. Remnant is anything that remains after a person's death. This includes memories, feelings and ghosts. It can embedded itself into objects.

But I believe the remnant in the TOAS AU is different in this case. It embeds into a living soul. This can very easily influence a person, especially if using powers more and more often (if that remnant had any in the first place). It could even talk to the living soul in their dreams, if the remnant has a strong enough influence on them. Think about it. Marlon isn't the same person he once was. He has changed into an (almost) entire different person. Who's to say that the same thing can't happen to Newton?

We did see him being able to talk to Captain Pud, since his father is a ghost.

This could apply to the purple titan as well. Just in a different way. For now, he can only see it in his reflection in his dreams. It seems to only interact with him by waving and/or staring at him. It was shown in the last two panels. He was able to see it's titan form more often, since the event with Jr. I think it's possible that the more he uses it's powers, the more likely he'll keep seeing it in it's titan form in his reflection than when it possessed him. It's gonna eventually start to actually talk to him, via influence him into a different person.

It'll be a slow process for Newton, due to only being one titan remnant within. Marlon has a live green titan and a remnant of the yellow titan. So, the influence got to him quicker.

So, in conclusion, the purple titan is dead DEAD. But still around as a ghost in a form of remnant to influence Newton into a different person, whenever it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's more so on the latter in my opinion. This could be important to know this for the future of issue 100. We can only wait and see. But hey! That's just a theory! A Tophat On A Stage theory! Thanks for reading! Have a good day or night and stay hydrated!

(All the images belong to @theizzizzy)

[neriyon]

∙ Basics ∙

Name: Hawu'li Puu Nickname(s): No one's really came up with anything (me included) Age: 23 Nameday: 17th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (17.8) Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te Gender: Male Orientation: Gayyyy Profession: Warrior of Light / travelling healer

∙ Physical Aspects ∙

Hair: Lavender purple and pretty fluffy. The turquoise part of his bangs is dyed, and needs to be redone regularily. Eyes: Bright yellow Skin: White with pink undertone Tattoos/Scars: White, slightly curved "dots" next to his eyes, three on each side. No notable scars - he's very diligent in healing any big hurts after battle.

∙ Family ∙

Parents: - Mother, Hawu Puu. Matriarch of the Puu family. Alive and well, strictly leading her family back in Shroud. Hawu'li visits her, but rather rarely. - Never met his father, nor know anything about him. It's uncertain if he even knows he has a kid. Siblings: - 2 older brothers, Hawu'a and Hawu'to. Hawu'a lives back in Shroud and hunts for a living, while Hawu'to is a researcher in Old Sharlayan. - Grand total of 5 older and 2 younger sisters. Three of the older sisters left home after adulthood to start their own families, the rest of them live with their mother and help provide for the family. Grandparents: Mostly unknown. Hawu sometimes talked about her mother (Hawu'li's maternal grandmother), but she had passed away before Hawu'li was even born. Other: - Draevoux "Drae" Chevalier and Nana Chevalier, elezen couple who are both his (currently retired) co-wols and "roommates". - Varying lineup of partners. He's poly with multiple partners and I've yet to make a solid list of them all since they change all the time. Aymeric and G'raha are the two I mention most. Pets: Carby the Carbuncle. Hawu'li's uh, not that good with names. Carby is your avarage ruby carbuncle, but is around pretty much 24/7. Often refered to as Hawu'li's "emotional support carbuncle", since it's jobs include keeping him calm when he is left alone.

∙ Skills ∙

Abilities: Strong affinity with healing magic and the ability to hear the elementals, making him a formidable white mage. When situation calls for destruction rather than healing, he's also well versed in the art of summoning, and has been known to call upon demi-Bahamut when feeling truly desperate. Hobbies: Cooking, reading and singing. Also likes to mend stuff (patch holes, fix broken furniture) and read stories to kids (usually his sisters')

∙ Traits ∙

Most Positive Trait: Seemingly endless positivity. For someone who's job is to kill gods and see people get hurt on daily basis he's somehow still sure Things Will Be Better, and that deep down everyone has the potential to change for the better. Most Negative Trait: Separation anxiety. From some deepest parts of his soul comes a crippling fear of being left alone. At it's worst, he'll go into full blown panic attack in fifteen or so minutes after losing sight of others. At it's best (mostly after EW) he'll survive with only Carby as his company for almost half a day.

∙ Likes ∙

Colors: Purples, turquoise, most pastels and bright colors Smells: Freshly baked things, forest, lilies, apples baked with cinnamon Textures: Running fingers through silky hair. Wood, fur and silk. Rocks smoothed over by water. Drinks: Tea (any), milk, blackcurrant juice, mulled wine

∙ Other details ∙

Smokes: Nope Drinks: Only in company Drugs: Nuh-uh Mount Issuance: Koivu, his beloved lavender chocobo companion. Disinterested in almost everything, but happily follows any command given by his owner in exchange of some tasty treats. Been Arrested: Surprisingly, only once - in Ishgard, on suspicion of heresy along with Alphi and Tataru. (Drae took the msq spot of fighting for Tataru's freedom)

Seen this tag game around a lot lately, and I wanted in on the fun despite not being tagged. Took a lot longer to fill than I thought, so we'll see if I have the energy to fill this for other ocs too.

If you want to do it too, go for it! ♪(´▽｀) It takes a while, but is very fun to fill~

[jjungkooksthighs]

Instead of trudging toward her as she expected him to do, he remains. Still as a statue, he stays seated in that chair as she crawls away from him and toward the safety of the corner opposite him.

He says nothing, and for a time, only the roar and crackle of the fire is heard between them. Somehow, that is even more unsettling than horror tale she's ever read.

He just stares scathingly at her, his fingers interlocking as he rests each elbow atop each knee.

The silence becomes deafening, and her heart hammers in her chest when he remains quietly, uncharacteristically still.

When the fattest log in the fireplace snaps in two under the scorching heat, that's when he finally breaks the quiet.

Instead of the red-hot rage she was expecting, his tone is calm and controlled.

"I have your book, whore. If it is my desire to burn it, I will do so. You will not let me do anything. I make the decisions around here. Not you." He leans forward in his seat. "You are here because of the choice I made to make you mine. You are clothed in the fabrics and styles you are because that is what I want on your body. You are fed every night with the game I bring home to you. You spend your days frolicking in the library, the fields, the schoolhouse because I go to the forest and kill anything that threatens the peace you enjoy because I make it so." He taps the heel of his foot against the floor. "Do not tell me what I will do, whore. I thought you knew your place, but clearly, I was wrong."

She knew he was right. She nods her head, agreeing with him timidly, but, he doesn't acknowledge it. The calm demeanor of his shouldn't worry her.. but fuck- it does. It tells her that he's made his decision. He knows what her consequences will be. And he's dead set on making her pay for her wrongs today. That she thinks she could tell him what to do shows him just how lenient he's been with her. He wouldn't let it happen anymore. She wanted ro rebel. Now, she'd have to deal with the fucking consequences. "I won't tell you again, omega.." he says calmly, and somehow, that scares her more. He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath before letting out a spine chilling snarl. "Get the fuck over here. Now."

He doesn't need to use the Bidding on her. The command chills her to the bone, and despite being right next to the fire, she's never felt colder. Her skin pebbles at his words, and though her body aches, her muscles do not hesitate to move as she uses her elbows to guide her forth. It hurts when she makes the mistake of letting her forearms graze the carpet, the rug searing her flesh painfully as she does.

Her legs are a fucking lost cause. Her ass is still bright red, yellow, and purple with all the handprints he'd left there from striking her so much. When he'd stolen her climax from her earlier, she'd thought that would be as much as she could take. Riding him back to their den had not made that any better. When he'd edged her again with his knee, that had been all her poor posterior could take.

Her arms are fucked, too. Her wrists have been rubbed raw from his own digits. and her shoulders are dotted with punctures from his teeth that sting whenever she moves them.

Still, she clambers forth as she drags herself toward him, his calculating irises dipping every so often to her breasts when her sensitive nipples snick against the carpet to leave her grimacing.

"Keep going, omega," he prods, "show me you can be obedient. Show me you do not want me to leave your side, you needy, greedy creature."

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99

Nah cause Aponi was so kind.. so loving.... just friendly to everyone despite their background and why they ended up in hell.

Her marriage was prospering, she was happy, she mended things with her mother somewhat.

And then Theo dies......

I just.... I imagine her not talking to anyone for a while. She's in a deep depression. She doesn't get out of bed ever. She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep. Her marriage is holding on, luckily enough.

Her relationship with her mother is practically gone because Deb being Deb probably yelled at Aponi for not sucking it up.

The friendship with Mal is still there of course, but they never see each other because Aponi never wants to see anyone. Alastor is the only one allowed in her room with her and even then she doesn't speak.

Then one night she just realizes who's at fault for Theo's death.

And that's when she kills E and Val.

And yeah. She's still the overlord of love, because love can be violent and scary.

She disappears for a while. Not even Alastor knows where she is. Not even Mal. Not even Gabriel.

But then one morning the news of "The Grand Reopening" of Valentino's club goes up in the papers.

And the group go in because they all saw Aponi's name in the caption.

And there she is.

She's walking back to her new office. Val's old office.

They all walk in and see the room. Newly decorated with yellow and purple, the flowers that I was talking about earlier, hung up everywhere, a small photo of her son as a baby, just sitting on her desk.

And even though alastor has killed people, he's terrified. Scared of what his wife has become as he takes in her appearance. Her eyes a mix of red and yellow, her wings out and the rips and tears ofln them being displayed, her hands are now more similar to claws and she now has antennae, she's wearing her hair out of her face.

Alastor is both scared of her, and for her. So is Mal. Because they know that this isn't her.

Then she reveals that she killed both E and Val with the holy knife Furcalor had given her for a gift.

Mal, while being proud, is also horrified. Because this isn't the Lilly she knew.

Then Aponi takes out a cigarette and pours some glasses of wine for everyone.

They get even more worried about her because she's not sober anymore.

"Lilly, what..... what are you doing? Come back to the hotel," Mal would plead.

"My son died 2 months ago, Mal.... I'm done trying to be good. I'm done trying to be something I'm not. I don't have the energy to try anymore. My child is gone," Aponi would reply as she worked on some paperwork.

"Darling... you haven't been home. Frankly, my dear, I miss you," Alastor would say, understanding that she's still grieving.

"I'll think about it. As long as Linda stays far away," Aponi would state with a glare.

Alastor's eyes would widen. She knew.

"Darling... I...." He would stumble.

"I'm not mad. Alastor, everyone copes in their own ways and I haven't been here emotionally or physically. I'm not saying you should've cheated. I'm just saying I get it," Aponi would say calmly.

"She won't be anywhere near me again, I assure you" Alastor would mumble.

"No... I assume she won't be anywhere near anyone ever again, will she?" Aponi would reply with a smirk.

[missrandomdreamer]

Family Ties

just a snippet of writing for Hope and her brother talking about life and Karl meeting said brother. The siblings conversation was a lot more cut-throat but then I realized Hope probably wouldn't say what she was thinking out loud so dialed it back a bit. Also people will get a glimpse of Hope when she is around her family which is very different than when she is with other people :T This was just something I wanted to write, not really edited and not sure where it will fit in the over all story but just kind of felt like writing something like this *shrugs*

"You dyed your hair again , it looks like crap."

"Wow, nice to see you again to Merle."

Hope couldn't hide her frown and the slight pain in her eyes, but luckily for her the purple shades protected her brother seeing the latter. Merle Cohen Joyce, a foot taller than her, skinnier than a toothpick and blue eyes that looked at you a certain way made you feel like shit. That was her brother.

Merle looked her over from underneath his baseball cap wit his judgemental eyes, "Did you get more tattoos."

Hope rolled her eyes and pushed off her yellow jeep and walked to the entrance of the cemetery. "No, I did not. I haven't got any new ones since leaving home. Did you come all the way up here to talk shit?"

Merle followed her behind rolling his own eyes at his younger sister, instantly catching up her in only a few strides due to his long legs. "Still have the sailor mouth I hear."

"You bring it out of me." she muttered back, tightening her purple hair tighter in its ponytail. Hope sighed and looked out around the cemetery. They were the only two there, much like how it always had been. No one ever came to this cemetery, not anymore. It was a place they used to go to all the time when they were both younger. It always brought them comfort even if they didn't even have relatives their, it was just a nice peaceful place. Hope carefully watched her steps as they traversed the grounds, annoyed that her brother was walking always a step ahead. She heard her brother huff, but not out of being tired but of annoyance.

"To answer your question I didn't come here to make fun of you, entirely, just had to get it out of the way first." He grinned down at her and the younger woman scowled up at him. "I came up to see how you were doing and well to catch up. Mary is visiting her family up here and so I thought I would do the same."

"Only out of convenience, I see."

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with us tomorrow night. You and her siblings got along last time. You guys like the same stuff, they all really like you, for some reason."

"I'm not in the people pleasing, talking over dinner, trying to make conversation type of mood." Merle huffed again and turned to her, eyes narrowed down,

"You never are, Hope."

"I've had to much human interaction this week, and had to deal with to many rude customers. I'm tired."

"And you are always tired. It's literally just a few hours, it isn't going to kill you."

The two stood still near a large oak tree, its heavy arms out stretched nearly hitting Merle on the head but the man didn't move. Hope had never really clicked with Merle's wife Mary or her family. Sure she was nice enough but there was just something about them that rubbed her the wrong way. She could never really pinpoint it there was just something, about them. Maybe it was because they were over religious (in her eyes), maybe she always felt a look of disapproval when she had come to talk to them. Of course, she had to play pretend when she saw them, all smiles chipper voice despite on the inside she felt like screaming and crawling into a hole. Hope took a deep breath and let it out slow,

"Ill go to the dinner."

"I don't want you there if you are gonna be all mad about it."

"I won't be."

Again the silence came, now it was Merle's turn to sigh and adjust his hat.

"Look I didn't come up here to fight with you, though you make it terribly hard not too. I came up here to see you again and to ask you something."

Hope turned slightly to him, she was waiting for this, she knew it was coming.

"Will you go with me to see dad?" his voice was soft and serious. "You know he will be out soon. Mom says shes been talking a lot to him lately, says hes changed, like a lot."

"That's what she's been saying. She's been calling me nearly every other day telling me that." Merle sighed putting his back to the tree facing away from Hope.

"I want to try to get the family together. Maybe things will be different now, it doesn't have to be perfect right away but at least we can try."

"He's said he would change before and he never has, why should this time be any different?" Hope said softly, trying again not to let her brother hear the tremble on her voice. Merle gave her a side glance and stuffed his hands into his black denim jacket, shrugging slightly.

"Supposedly he's got back into church or at least the ministry at the prison. Even his brother said he's changed, for the better. You know coming from Uncle Sean, that says a lot."

Hope look past the tree to the stones beyond out to the road. She felt a tightness in her chest and she wanted to scream and cry but she knew she had to keep it together. Crying in front of anyone but especially her brother, she just couldn't do. "When did you plan on going," she brought her eyes down studying her combat boots in the mud. " I have work, I would have to put in for it."

She could feel Merle's cold glare, " Probably a few days after he gets out. Give him some breathing room, maybe come down the following weekend. It would just be us, Uncle Sean and Aunt Em. That's it. " Hope again kicked the dirt.

"Give me a day and I'll put in for it, I guess." She didn't want to. Hope did not want to, with every fiber of her being she did not want to get dragged down there again but then their was that small part. That little part that whispered guilt and damnation if she didn't go and face her father again, her family again. Hope closed her eyes and adjusted her ponytail.

Merle again studied her, his lips pressed into a thin line. There was a silence between the two of them again with only the distant sound of a crow cawing and the hushing of the wind in the leaves of the tree. He eventually looked away and started his walk back towards the car, it had only been a meeting place after all, "Weren't you going to show me your apartment? I think it's going to rain soon anyway."

Hope leaned her head back and quietly prayed for the strength not to snap, immediately thinking the worst of her brother seeing her apartment and judging it. She took in another deep breath and let it out through her nose before turning around to catch up with him. "Yeah, wait up, Ill lead the way."

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Heisenberg could feel the humidity in the air as he stepped out of the apartment building. He has been fixing one of the tenants pluming all day, then proceeded to get into a lengthy heated argument with Reddick on the phone. Now all he wanted to do was hide in his work shed, lock the door and not come out till midnight. Karl was already taking out a cigar and about to light it when the slamming of a car door grabbed his attention.

To his utter surprise it was Hope, though immediately seeing her rigid and the blank face, could tell something was wrong. He was going to walk towards her when suddenly a man appeared at her side. Karl felt something write in his stomach and he found himself concealing himself behind a large tree only ever peaking out around to watch them. The man was tall, lean, nearly like a scarecrow. He wore a serious expression, tussled black hair and seemed to walk with a purpose. Karl saw the man say something to Hope, but he couldn't hear, they were to far away. Hope remained blank face but walked towards the pathway that led to complex with her apartment. He saw her turn her head up to the man and respond but again Karl had no idea what they were talking about.

He didn't feel right, something felt wrong. He had never seen her body language like that and he had never seen this guy with her before. Heisenberg immediately felt annoyed and angry. Why? Heisenberg shook his head and started in the opposite direction of them back towards his workshop but then stopped. Maybe he should go check up on her? He could make up some excuse for coming up. "Could say there was problems with the plumbing in the apartment near by, that isn't technically a lie, and I just needed to see if her apartment doesnt have any damage. Yeah that could work."

Karl continued his walk back to the shed to grab his tools, so he could at least look the part. He adjusted his hat and threw on his coat again before heading back out. The Iron Lord didn't know why he was so bothered, it really wasn't any of his business. However, he didn't like the way Hope looked with him and that bothered him more than he would like to admit.

[frisiunia]

Natalie better!!!

So I think it's quite obvious that I prefer Sofia. I think that a few people who follow Undermourning also prefer Sofia. After all there are only two fanarts of my AU (excluding one pixel art... and my acquaintance's fanarts...). Both of them are Sofia fanarts. As I said I also prefer Sofia and I think it's quite visible. I try to give ya as much Natalie content as much Sofia content I give ya. But I still think I favorise Sofia. I don't want Sofia has more spotlight than Natalie. I want them to have just as much spotlight. That is why now I'm returning some justice for Natalie!... Yeah... justice TwT

7 reasons why Natalie is better than Sofia

1. Language

I'm not sure if it's shown in stories very well. But in the assumption she should have rich vocabulary and use more official language. I think I do the second part very well, but it's hard to show character with rich vocabulary when mine isn't that rich. In my native language it is but not in English. However, Natalie meant to be the more eloquent one because she's reading a lot of books. It's big plus for me, at least. I'm a writer after all (though my writing is better in my native language TwT).

2. Courage

Natalie is braver than Sofia. Yes, Sofia has fewer fears than Natalie. However, when she does fear something, she can't find a courage to fight with that fear. On the other hand Natalie is able to do that. Here's an example:

When Natalie and Sofia first arrived at Toriel's house, they both didn't want to go any near the fire place. It's because they parents burnt as I once said. However, Toriel told them it's magical fire, and she made it warm instead of hot, so it can't hurt them. Despite that, Sofia still didn't wanted to be near it. In nowadays she can be close to it, but she never put hand into it. However, Natalie did. Not right away but when Sofia and Natalie came back after fight with Omega Flowey, Natalie found a courage to do it.

3. Perseverance

Sofia has yellow soul, Natalie has purple soul. That's a basic fact about them. I actually need to fix No Mercy Route in my AU... I actually want to make a post that fixes a lot of things in my AU, however what I will not change are battles with twins. They both are humans, so they aren't affected by Frisk's LV. And their battles are quite unique. And it has something to do with this point.

Twins have only 20 HP because they never killed anyone. Sofia can't dodge, but she can block which only reduces damage if she's using only her hands (or something that isn't very good at being shield) to do it. At No Mercy she is able to reduce Frisk's damage to 1. Which lets her survive 20 turns. While Natalie is able to dodge. She doesn't dodge all the time and because she can't block attacks, she dies after two-three attacks. Or at least she should. She's able to do something similar to what Undyne is doing when we're killing her at Neutral Route. She's able to survive a few turns more. Why am I telling this? Because it's the best example of her perseverance.

...Though she would never be able to fully resist death like Undyne does at Genocide Route :P

4. Politeness

Natalie is more polite than Sofia. I'm not saying that Sofia disrespects others. What I am saying is that Natalie tend to be more polite and delicate. Sofia usually says everything directly. Truth and her opinions. Even if it's hurtful. I personally think that this way of communicating is the best. However, some people are more sensitive. That is why Natalie's politeness makes her better. I do not support lying as a way to make someone feel better. However, trying to say bad things in delicate way is a good thing about Natalie.

5. Culture

Natalie appreciates beautiful things much more than Sofia. Sofia is only into fairytales and folklore. While Natalie reads books. Mostly fantasy but she also reads every other type. Description just musts be interesting for her. She also appreciates other kinds of arts. Maybe not as much as writing, but she loves authors creativity and likes to think what author had in mind making their work of art. She also loves symbolism and her favourite era in art is romanticism. She likes ballet too. And talking about ballet...

6. Ballet

In ballet as in everything else, a person needs time and practice to become good at. It can be said about EVERYTHING. Drawing, writing, other dances, sports etc. So what makes me say that Natalie is better because she learns this dance? After all, Sofia also needs to work hard to become good in archery. However... ballet is harder. It just had to be said. Of course, I do not disregard archery. You need to aim, judge distance properly, hold bow and stand properly. I heard that breathing is also important. However, I still think ballet is harder. It's a mix of sport and art. Knowing poses, flexibility, sense of rhythm. Actually every skill that is needed to dance but ballet dancers should be much more flexible. The fact that it's mix of two things says that you need twice more skills. And Natalie actually becomes good at it with time. Despite how hard it is, she's able to learn it with perseverance!

7. Emotions

I'm sure that Sofia's coldness makes her more attractive as a character. However, it also makes her have less empathy. Yes, she does care about others' lives. She does care about others' feelings. She wants to help others. She has sympathy for others. But Natalie has empathy for others. Yes, there is a difference between sympathy and empathy. When you're sympathetic with someone, you feel bad for their misfortune and want to help. However, when you're empathetic with someone, you understand that person which makes comforting them easier to you. Which means that yes, both twins care for others and want to help them. However, Natalie is the better one in emotions. She is more emotional and impulsive, I won't deny it. However, she also has more empathy.

So after writing that... I still prefer Sofia :P But I hope I proved that Natalie is also cool. Bye! :>

[jcniper-backup]

Summary:

Joel is dying. An unknown sickness is sweeping through the land, it’s been slowly killing everyone and throwing everything into chaos. He has the opportunity to do something good, with one last mission. Something that might save everyone else and himself. Will he take it?

Tags + TWs:

Relationships: Ellie & Joel (The Last of Us)Ellie/Riley (The Last of Us)Dina/Ellie (The Last of Us)Joel/Tess (The Last of Us) Characters: Joel (The Last of Us)Ellie (The Last of Us) Alternate Universe - Fantasy Alternate Universe - DragonsOriginal MythologyInspired by Taylor SwiftInspired by MusicProtective Joel (The Last of Us)Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us)Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us)Hurt Joel (The Last of Us)Ellie Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us)Ellie Needs a Hug (The Last of Us)Ellie Angst (The Last of Us)Useless LesbiansAngst and Hurt/ComfortAlternate Universe - MagicBlood and ViolenceEmotional Hurt/ComfortGrief/MourningLoss of LimbsPossible Character DeathIdk Just be ready for painBased on a Taylor Swift Songi want to reiterate that Joel MiGhT DiE but also he might not i really don't know right now

Backup under cut off

Prologue

The two graves that sat under the oak tree stood tall against the test of time, under the shade of the tree they were protected from the weathering of the sun. The left one was barren. There was no inscription on the tombstone, no flowers, no loving notes or gifts. There was no body that needed those yet. The right one was a rainbow of different flowers, different purples and pinks and reds and yellows, all of them different types that were known to attract butterflies. Note after note was placed in a box fastened to the base of the stone. Sarah Miller, lost too soon, loved always.

Under the bough of the tree, unmoving and eyes closed, her father sits there and imagines what things would be like if she was there with him. Alive and allowed to grow into the adult she was supposed to be. He does this every month since her death twenty years ago.

One time, one of the attendants told him he was there so much he haunted the graveyard just as much as the ghosts did. That was probably true. They didn’t understand it though. No one really did. He wouldn’t wish it on anyone either, because despite the anger that brewed inside of him, the pain that he experienced was something he didn’t wish on other people.

He stayed there until the sun started to dip below the horizon. When it did, he opened his eyes and stood up. His body ached. It had for the past five years, making him hope that he was getting closer to seeing his daughter again. “I wish I could stay longer,” He told her grave.

He always said that.

It was always an understatement. He wished he could stay until he forgot his name. He wished he could stay until he became nothing but dirt and mushrooms and food for the tree. Sarah wouldn’t want that. Sarah would never want that.

So, he leaves his daughter and walks home.

The path in the dark is a dangerous one. Eyes stare at him as he passes by, assessing how much of a threat he might be until someone with sense hisses, “Are you fucking crazy? That’s Tess’ man. She’d kill you if you hurt him.”

“I think he’d kill us all if we hurt him.” Another voice hisses. “Marlene told me he killed the drake that was poisoning the water wells with one hand. Never even got injured.”

“Bullshit,” A third voice hissed. Joel kept walking, bored of the possible mugging that might’ve happened. He wasn’t in the mood for that today.

Fire lamps cast dramatic shadows and flickering shapes across the street. Joel walked amongst the first of the lightweight drunks that were starting to come home from the Moth & Flame tavern he had just passed. A few merchant stands were still open, capitalizing on drunken customers want to sober up with various breads and meats and cheeses.

As he turned the corner, a fight broke out between two men. One was drunkenly yelling about cards. The other was laughing. He rolled his eyes, remembering when he had the energy to get into those types of situations.

The closer he got to his house, the quieter the streets got. The less buildings crowded his view. To his right, there was nothing but construction and nothingness. A void of blinking lights and scraps of metal and empty sky. Joel’s house stood up out of nothingness. It was made out of oak, yew, willow, and slabs of brick embedded with moonstone that glowed at night time.

He crossed the threshold, slung the sheath of his sword down on the table and kicked off his boots. All of the energy he had remaining him always left at the end of days like these, leaving him with even more reminders of his depleting time and energy.

Joel crashed into his bed, welcoming the restless sleep he had become friends with over the years. At some point during the night, he could feel warmth at his back, hands around him. He’s about to wake more when Tess said, “Get some rest.”

He did.

He was too tired to talk anyway.

He always was.

[amemai]

❛ You said I killed you - haunt me then. ❜

what a startling sight she must make — grisly & pale, soaked to the bone, a belly that never stops bleeding and a neck riddled in bruises that will never heal. crimson, blueish - purples, and nasty yellows contrasting the bone white face. her lips bluer than her hair. eyes that are bloodshot, fingernails caked in blood — his or hers, hard to say — from when she so desperately gripped the skin of his forearms, fighting with every futile breath. a shocking sight she made, when the people of ame found their beloved angel floating belly up like a dead fish. they wept and despaired for days, wondering who would do such a thing. they looked up and cried to the heavens asking why, asking for a name. she hears their sorrowful voices, she longs to answer them, to let them know that she has not abandoned her people entirely.

[ . . . ] but she cannot speak. you crushed her throat, you bastard. but she remembers it all. oh yes, she remembers, in this life and the next.

she could be beautiful again, if she wanted to be. she could be ethereal with still - burning eyes and a frightening, awe - inspiring wingspan of paper at her back. she could look as heavenly and vulnerable as she had with him in their very last time spent together. if he so willed it, that is. but this disturbing choice of appearance is, surprisingly, not her own to any dramatic vengeful effect. he is doing this to himself, though she doubts he is aware. and to some degree, perhaps the guilt has gnarled itself like thorny roots into his body, perhaps even if he knew he would not change it anyhow.

i am only what you made me. perhaps that is what she would say. ( or perhaps, i really did love you, shamelessly, despite the warning signs. )

her face is apathetic, her eyes have a lifeless gaze lacking fury. for this is the realm of kamui which she haunts, which he agonizes over slowly. she’s not actually here. she is a figment, a recreation of the beautiful thing that he crushed between his fingertips & only now realizes the remorse.

she has nothing to say to obito uchiha anyway, if it were her choice.

there is, however, a cruel smirk momentarily upon her face. the silent promise to do exactly as he asked mere moments ago.

[dishtothedeath]

Take it out on me // Fergus // Trial 3.3 // Re: All of it.

“Fergus, you know, he holds me sometimes.” It takes Fergus a moment to register what’s being said, until it hits him like a runaway truck when Morgan turns to look at him, feigning shock, eyes malicious, claws eager to dig and find their purchase under his skin. Fergus immediately goes beet red and not only is he embarrassed, he’s absolutely mortified to get his dirty laundry aired like this. If he didn’t feel like someone kicked the air out of his lungs, he might protest, or even get angry.

But he doesn’t.

It’s not like Morgan’s lying, now is he?

Fergus slides down on his chair, spine feeling like jelly. He doesn’t dare look at Yukari, or anyone else for that matter.

Thankfully, Bonbon snaps. It gives Fergus something else to think about, forces him to concentrate on something other than his roiling mass of embarrassment. That can wait until after the trial, and behind closed doors where cameras won’t be able to see the fallout. Fergus has allowed himself to be many things in front of the camera, but this crosses the line he considers too personal. 

He straightens his back, focusing on Bonbon.

“Aye. I’m a shitty person. Never pretended otherwise… and I’m not under the illusion that A– that Yukari is some saint. But at least she’s shown me she’s a real person under everything, she's someone, she's herself, flesh and blood! Which is more than I can say about ye.”

He huffs defensively, now leaning against the table once more as he gathers himself. Ignore Giselle and her cries. Ignore the disappointed look Alfie will give him, the anger he’s bound to lash out with. Ignore everyone but Bonbon.

“Ye’re used to keeping yer makeup intact and pristine. Ain’t that a big part of being a clown? Hell, ye can do it while playing on a beach with water balloons, what’s a little blood to the mix? And didn’t ye change yer makeup just now, ain’t yer theme supposed to be yellow and purple? Ye got some particular reason for that, hm?” “As for the clothes… ye can put clothes on top of yer other clothes if they’re baggy enough and then just take 'em off. What matters is being seen from a distance - yer egregious fucking colors are what makes ye recognizable even a mile away.”

Fergus takes a deep breath. His hand goes to the sound files on his tablet… but, first, even if Morgan’s being… well, himself… he’s gotta defend him, right? Christ’s sake, the man invited him to his house to spend Christmas with his mother, and, they did, well –

"... ‘s true, though. Me and Morgan, ah… the man’s really skinny. Even if winches and pulleys can ease the strain of liftin' things, it’s not like they make anyone into a superhero. Draggin' a whole damn crate up still requires strength he doesn't have."

"Other than that, he's an experienced butcher, so he can make clean cuts easily. He’d know how to handle the blade much less wobbly and without makin’ that many mistakes, even if Emil were alive. If he can handle tough meat of animals, Emil’s neck shouldn’t be an issue for him. That's more about technique than just strength. ”

Fergus crosses his arms, standing proud and straight, even if he feels like anything but. But he's used to standing behind people he's devoted to, even when he doesn't feel like it.

“I also think that it’s pretty fuckin' convenient that whoever did this used my hair color, Morgan’s clothing color, and somethin’ we’re both familiar in usin’, as well as somethin’ that requires a feat of strength I’d fer sure be capable of. It’s like the killer is tryin’ to cover their bases and make sure at least one of us gets framed.”

“Most importantly, though… this person likely killed to end the motive, not to just be petty over shit. I know who Morgan’s hearin’, and I don’t think that despite his… everythin’, they’d be capable of drivin’ him far enough over the edge to do somethin’ like this. “ 

He breathes out shakily, like saying all of that took something out of him, an exercise in mental strength. It likely did, what with the sting of betrayal wedged in his chest, but Fergus is nothing if not loyal to the people he cares for, no matter how much they might try to hurt him for it.

“...Bonbon. We both know Yukari’s right about what happened with Haruki. And.. I’ve got the proof fer it. From yer own mouth. Ye can’t deny it. Ye can’t lie no more.”

And finally the finger that’s been hovering over the sound file on his tablet presses down, and a recording starts to play. Bonbon and Fergus, talking amongst themselves, with the slight hum of the Walmart in the background.

[RECORDING]

Once it finishes playing, Fergus gives an apologetic glance towards Haruki, but he feels like there’s very little apologies can do at this point.

“I ain’t sure being friends with ye is protection fer anyone.”

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?