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littlelesbinonny · 11 months ago

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 42: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 3

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

::!TW!:: Depiction of self harm, but not in an unaliving way.

The concrete was still wet but it was setting quickly.

Without thinking twice you rushed past everyone in your way and dug your fingers into the mixture, prying and pulling and digging with all your might, but it was so thick and cold it was freezing your fingers. The bite of that icy cold was rendering your efforts to stall.

A large hand grabbed your forearm gently and pulled you back.

"It's ok, just relax," Karl assured you, a crooked smile meeting your visage full of panic, "I brought my favorite toys!" He exclaimed, dropping the huge bag off his shoulder, "explosives! Never know when you need 'em, right hot shot?"

Somehow his lack of, or refusal to show worry and concern helped calm your nerves for the most bizarre unknown reason. He seemed so sure of himself and it was comforting. At least someone was.

You were about to respond to Karl but Angie came flying down the stairs like a bat out of hell, which shocked you because you don't remember her disappearing at all.

"We gotta blow the fuckin' door NOW!!" She yelled, nearly slamming into Donna to stop herself, "I just came from the control room - " she paused and flashed her hands covered in blood, "mutants - the sun is already entering the silo! They have 10 minutes tops!"

Everything around you became unintelligible as they all began to speak at once. You sank into yourself as something else grabbed control of the wheel. A sudden flood of warmth ensnared you and your eyes shot up.

"The setup takes time and care! These bombs aren't ready-made - this isn't fuckin' McDonalds!!" Karl shouted, "If I blow this willy nilly the whole motherfuckin' tower might collapse!

"Are the tops of the silos accessible above ground?" you inserted quickly, "I can try to block out the sun from up there, buy us all some time."

There was really only a split second everyone was silently looking at you, then Karl sprung a giant grin on his face.

"She's a fuckin' genius, I know why Alcina likes her - c'mon fairy wings, let's go!"

Karl shoved everything he was holding in Dmitri's arms and patted him roughly on the shoulder, "you 'member the schematics, right? Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty, all that jazz, just don't push the splodey button until the amp light goes blue!"

You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but you sure hoped Dmitri did, because Karl offered no more explanation or clarification and was grabbing your arm and hauling you through more of the underworld maze before you could blink.

Everything was in utter disarray as the two of you scrambled through the tunnels and corridors and passageways galore. There was plenty of carnage along the way too; dead bodies (mainly mutants to your relief) were splayed about here and there, the evident battle a chilling reminder that you were a very mortal being in a very deadly environment. Still, your mind was occupied with Alcina more than anything. The haste to squeeze every last drop out of every second to make them count giving you unwavering focus now.

Would there be anything to actually cover the silo opening?

Would you be too late?

The thoughts had to come to a screeching halt as a very rickety metal ladder now faced you and Karl to the top of the particular part of this run down old building.

"Up ya go, sugar. That door to the left of the platform takes us right to the roof of the building."

You didn't need to be told twice.

Without further delay you took to the ladder and climbed, not bothering to wait for Karl, though he was right behind you. You ran down the even wobblier metal mesh platform and shoved your way through the almost rusted shut door, falling out into the bright sunlight. It was blinding and you covered your eyes as you eagerly searched for the silo top, finding it not too far off to the right of where you'd entered.

Karl was already on his way there and you followed, finding there to be a thick metal grate welded to the top of the wide silo opening. While this would make it easier to place things on to seal out the sun from below, you needed to find something to put there.

Your eyes couldn't help to gaze down the long dark tunnel below. You so wanted to be able to take time to see if you could see Alcina but this was the last time and place to doddle.

Karl was already running about on the roof, looking for anything that he might be able to use for a shield against the sun, but there was barely anything worth having.

Displaced 2x4's, scrap metal not larger than a few feet wide or long, and the flooring to the roof was too secure to rip up either.

The sun was progressing. You were not.

As you were about to splay yourself over the grate, which really was far too large for just your body to make a difference, you heard and felt a familiarity come swooping in.

Your crows came cawing and flapping, landing next to you on the broad edge of the silo.

You almost cried.

Ebony was the first to hop to you and eye you curiously as if waiting for instruction.

"C-can you - can you all cover this and stop the sunlight from getting through down below?"

Without so much as a pause, Ebony and the other five crows hopped onto a piece of rebar that made up the grate, spread their wings meticulously and created the most perfect make-shift wing umbrella you'd ever seen, completely blocking out all sunlight from below.

Several tears of relief went strolling down your freezing cheeks and you smiled, "thank you, thank you!" you whimpered, reaching out without thinking to stroke each of their heads with love and appreciation. In turn, to your surprise, you received tiny coos and purrs.

"I'll yell up to you from below when you can leave - thank you! I owe you all the croissants!"

A clatter pushed you back to the present and you looked behind you. Karl was standing there with the most 'what the literal fuck is happening' look on his face. The clattering seemed to be the large bit of scrap metal he had found somewhere along the line falling to the roof from his grasp. He just stood there, cock-eyed and slack-jawed.

There was little time for gawking. You rushed back over to him, wrapping your arms over your chest as the awareness of how damn cold it was up there smacked you across the face.

"The fuck was that?!" he blurted as the silent agreement to head back to the underground was put to action.

"Uh, well, they're my friends?"

Yeah it sounded weird but you were literally talking to a lycan so, this was the farthest from the strangest thing that's ever happened in your life.

Karl chuckled loudly as he slammed the door behind him and the scaling of the ladder began once more. He grabbed the comm at his hip and radioed Dmitri, "you're clear to blow the son of a bitch, we, er fae-bae here got the top covered!"

"Copy. Charge still setting."

"I'm gunna really look forward to getting to know you, bird-whispering fairy child - you are interesting as fuck," Karl mused as he led you back through the labyrinth of the underground.

You couldn't help but give him a look as he gave you a glance of his own, "fae-bae?" you inquired with a raised eyebrow.

He cackled, "get used to it; nicknames are my specialty. You outta hear some of the ones I have for your woman."

Your woman.

Yes, she was your woman and you were hers. Even in this dire circumstance that gave you a blanketing warmth. And so many flooding emotions came from this and the enveloping of it was giving you more strength to carry on. This tidal wave of memories and feelings weaved through you and sewed you together for whatever lie ahead; you were ready; you were ready.

"Somehow I'm sure she has plenty for you as well; I may or may not have heard a few," you tested playfully.

"Oh yeah?" he asked just as the two of you were turning down another corridor, unfortunately being met with a rogue mutant far from the herd.

Karl's reflexes kicked in immediately and he shoved you out of the way into the neighboring wall, drew his gun as he kicked the mutant in the chest and began to blast. But it didn't go down as fast as the others had. It rose and charged Karl again. This time it was met by Karl's large fist to the face, the butt of the gun to the top of its head, and as soon as he put more distance between them, shot at it again and again. It only snarled and shrieked with rage and lunged once more.

You took this moment to test your magick, just to be sure you had the grip on it like you felt you did.

While Karl was almost getting bested in this fight, you hunkered down on the floor against the wall and held out your palms, focusing on the mutant with the need to protect, like you had with Malka. And you'll be damned if it didn't start to slow down, sputter, and stall as the sensation of prickly stinging numbness flowed through you.

As Karl went to make his final blow with a gun barrel between the eyes, you saw the blood swelling in the mutant's eyelids before the bang went off.

It dropped like a bag of rocks and you smirked wickedly.

Yes, you were very much in control. Good. Because you wholeheartedly planned on killing Mother Miranda as soon as you had the chance.

You were slowly uncrouching from your spot when you realized Karl was yet again looking at you like you had become a tiny green alien in the last five seconds.

"Wh - what - the fuck? D-did you help me, did you do that??? Is that what you did to Mother Miranda? Do you just like - fry bodily circuitry or some shit?!"

You shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious, "I'm not entirely sure? I don't know what my magick does exactly. My friend calls it 'mind EMP'."

Karl burst out laughing and holstered his gun, offering his arm to you as you both stepped over the dead body, "Hoooly heyseuss kreestoose! We need a couple hundred of you to keep around; you're useful in a fight. Keep your bag of tricks handy, just don't mind EMP any of my bombs or electronics, ok?"

Your surroundings were becoming more familiar as the disjunct conversation was becoming quieter, and as the two of you made it down the same set of stairs you came in, you heard Dmitri's voice holler; "Charge is hot - cover!".

A loud pop echoed followed by a sharp bang that stung your ears, followed by a reverberating miniature shock wave that knocked you into the wall.

The view was a relief to your whole system.

Through the small puff of rising smoke and settling dust, the archway that had been sealed up was open and the entry inside was dark.

Donna was the first to climb over and through the rubble to get inside, Dmitri second, Angie remained outside the debris grinning like a mad-woman as she saw the two of you approach. You were set to head in as well but Karl grabbed you and held you steady.

"Hold on, let them bring her out."

He said as if he could read your damn mind.

From inside the hollow dark silo you could hear muffled, raspy female voices barely conversing with Donna. Several clangs and what seemed to be chains dropping to the stone floor echoed through, and then shuffling as Alcina's three girls were brought out first.

You'd heard Alcina talk about them at length, and even as defeated and worn as they looked, they were even more beautiful still than Alcina had described to you. Several bickering emotions decided to show their faces, but being overtaken by fear, uncertainty, and like the weird boyfriend mom brings home after divorcing dad and trying to make nice with the kids was not something you could deal with. This was not your place at all.

They were too tired to notice you anyway, and Donna had immediately dug through her bag and handed each of them what you deduced to be bags of blood to drink.

Everyone's attention now lie at the mouth of the silo once more, bated breaths waiting for Alcina's arrival.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest and through you whole body you felt like you were actually pulsing. Time felt so stupidly slow as you waited, as everyone waited, until Dmitri emerged with a limp, bloodied, grey-skinned Alcina in his arms.

Your feet molded to the ground. You couldn't force your muscles to move. She looked in a way you never ever wanted to see; dead.

Her once cream colored blouse was shredded and stained with crimson. Her skin slashed and gouged from each whip lashing. Dried blood covered her upper body, down her arms, splattered haphazardly around her neck, and some of her very sunken face.

Everything fell to the pit of your stomach. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. The shock of what you were looking at immobilized you.

Dmitri carefully laid her down on the ground. You realized then how quiet it was as every little sound of the shuffling of fabric against skin and stone was almost violently loud in your ears.

The state of Alcina's shirt gave her barely a hint of modesty in its tatters, the very stark contrast of her black bra glaring against the cream, grey and red. And you could see then a very deep, ugly wound just below her sternum. A stab wound. One that gave you an ill remembrance of a story she once told you, and a scar you can recall all too vividly on her side. You don't know how you knew, but you knew.

Donna was immediately retrieving another bag of blood, hooking a tube to the opening at the top, hunkering down at Alcina's side and carefully placing the article to her dry, thin parted lips. She began to squeeze the liquid from the bag as her daughters gathered around their mother as the blood was administered.

Cassandra and Daniela held tightly to Alcina's hands as Bela propped her head and upper body up to help the blood flow down her throat.

You were frozen in your place. Still barely breathing. Making deals with unknown deities for your lover's recovery.

Karl sensed your disconcerted demeanor and carefully wrapped his arm around your mid back and pushed you forward so you could see.

Still, you could hardly move or force a reaction as the painful suspense dug its claws into your heart.

If she died, or was already gone, you could not fathom what the future would even look like.

You could not fathom a world... your world... without her in it.

Through the deep concentration of draining bag after bag of blood into their Matriarch, Donna thoroughly checked Alcina's forehead, throat, cheeks, and chest for something you couldn't understand. Warmth, maybe? Any sign of life? And the more this went on the worse the lines became in Donna's lovely face.

"It's not... it's not changing her state," she blurted, quite upset, tossing another empty bag with contempt across the hall, "her blood loss is too great, I don't have enough reserves with us to help her the way she needs - we need to get her to a medical bay immediately."

"The city is far too overrun and we have no idea where Mother Miranda is, the risk is not in our favor."

"She will die if we don't!" Donna barked at Dmitri's warning, "our options are none as it stands right now; it is either the risk or her death - what's it going to be?"

Donna, Dmitri, the three girls and Karl had a duel of exchanged silent looks until you couldn't stand the feeling of uncomfortable electricity sparking in your nervous system.

"Does anybody have a knife?" you asked, splitting the quiet, gaining everyone's attention, "My blood might help."

Donna blinked rapidly, "I've already given her six packs - she needs intravenous blood administration - "

"That blood isn't my blood. I'm not human, remember?"

Before another word could be exchanged, the sound of a switchblade flinging open could be heard and Angie stepped closer to the group, brandishing a sharp, shiny blade.

"Hi! Middle name's shiv, or shank," she grinned wildly, "er, should be anyway."

"Everybody move back," Cassandra chimed in, nodding at you briskly, "please, try."

The tension could not have been any tighter as you stepped forward and grabbed the knife from Angie, swiftly and precisely kneeling down next to Alcina as you rolled your sleeve up as far as it would go over your elbow. The sight of her this close made her condition all the more dire and you quickly placed the blade to the vein in the crook of your elbow and punctured it. Bela propped Alcina as close to you as she could; you placed the spilling blood to her lips, and grasped her freezing cold shoulder for more support; Donna held to the other side of your arm to alleviate stress to the blood flow, and you all knelt there in great anticipation as the seconds ticked on. You so wanted to wrap her up in your arms and care for her like you would in your apartment, but you didn't dare in front of everyone, especially her daughters. You had to put on a strong, distant front.

Your arm began to ache as you were starting to feel a coolness set in, but you closed your eyes and held fast. You could smell the thick metallic of her dried blood all over her and it made you wince, thinking about the pain she must have endured, and how badly you wanted to make them all pay for this. It was consuming how violent you felt inside.

After at least a minute, which felt more like fifteen, you felt a warmth engulf the crook of your elbow; Alcina's tongue.

Looking over almost dizzyingly quick, you could see her eyelids fluttering and a smile burst across your face. You let go of your breath and held even tighter to Alcina as you felt her begin to drink voluntarily, her shoulder was no longer freezing cold and something even warmer than her tongue sprung loose inside you.

"It's working." You said softly, hearing the rest of the collective sighs of relief echo through the area.

Where Alcina had been in the dark, bleak confines of her mind before she felt life tingling inside her again was a place she didn't wish to return to. While everything was still in slow motion, she could comprehend the beautiful sensation of the hot, rich, satisfying blood that was coursing through her mouth and down her throat as yours. What a way to come back from the brink of nothingness. Her strength was slowly waxing and her senses began to creep up, but the wounds she had endured were becoming more and more fitful in the fight to heal. Your blood was vigorous and relentless and Alcina knew when the dam burst, the pain and brutal retaking of her body would be unpleasant at best.

And that moment was now.

Like an army breaking through battle lines, Alcina's body, at the mercy and aid of your blood, began to heal and reanimate itself with ferocity. Yanking her head back from wherever she had been feeding off you, Alcina cried out as the excruciating sensation of being reborn pummeled every sense in her body. It burned. It itched. It spasmed. It cracked and broke and then spilled out and over into a soothing warmth and numbness as some normalcy seeped back in.

With fluttering lids, she opened her eyes to see every face that was near and dear to her heart.

You. Her daughters. Donna. Dmitri. Angie. And, yes, even Heisenberg.

Bela, with the help of her sisters, scooted Alcina back towards the wall and sat her upright there. The three of them fawned over her through quiet whimpering relief as they clung to her with secure embraces.

"Shhh, Sunt aici. Sunt aici," she cooed, "iubitele mele, suntem cu toții aici."

(Shhh... I'm here. I'm here - my loves, we are all here.)

As you were being aided by Donna quickly wrapping your arm with a tight bandage, Alcina's slate colored eyes found yours and she offered you the most endearing smile you think you had ever seen in your life. It was a knowing smile. A proud smile. A smile that wordlessly said thank you in a way no language on the planet could express.

"Looong live The Real HBIC!" Angie shouted, accompanied by a short celebratory dance, "Woooooo yeah! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Now when the fuck can we go kick the rest of the smelly ass down here?!"

Well, the tender moment was short lived.

"Ang, please," Donna huffed, trying her best to stifle her smile, "Alcina still needs more nourishment and we need the rest of a plan."

"I'm with Angie," Karl butted in, giving Alcina a tip of his hat, "we got hot shot mind melter and our Matriarch back, let's go whoop some ass."

It wasn't so much bickering as it was very energetic clashing of ideas, but as they all spoke above you animatedly, you and Alcina once more stole calm, loving glances at the other through Donna shoving more blood bags in her face to drink and her daughters clinging to her for dear life, until a clobbering sound from the other stairwell shot everything into a halt.

Unceremoniously came a plump, sheepishly hunched figure from the shadows.

Salvatore Moreau slowly slipped into the light and the sound that followed had everyone rattled to the bone.

The throaty, shrill shriek had come from none other than Donna herself.

The tiny brunette had sprung from the floor and charged the vampire in question, pinning him to the wall as she bore her teeth in utter fury; "TRAITOR!" She screamed, her hand around his throat with nails threatening to pierce his flesh, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WITH YOUR LIFE! I KNOW YOU AIDED MIRANDA - I KNOW YOUR FILTHY LITTLE HANDS HAVE BEEN ALL OVER THIS TREACHERY AND I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERY DISCRETION UNDER THE SUN!"

During Donna's rage, Angie had donned perhaps the most psychotic look of glee any of them had ever seen. Even Karl was a little unnerved as he watched the whole thing unfold. Alcina had risen from the floor, and she too had now a look of murder on her stoic face. Dmitri had joined her side and you were watching quite unsure what to do with yourself next to the wall.

"Please!" He squeaked, holding up his hands shakily, "Please, just wait! I have information! Information about Miranda! The mutants! I come in truce!! I have information you need if you want to win this war!"

Donna snarled even louder as she sunk her claws into his neck, "Why should I believe you?!"

"Because! Because! I - I realize - I realize I made a huge mistake! I chose the wrong side! PLEASE you must trust me!"

Karl carefully and hesitantly nudged the deranged looking Angie, "you uh... wanna do something about your sister?"

Angie's big eyes glanced at Karl momentarily, "oh... oh yeah!"

And she was off like a bolt, knife in hand accompanied by a cackle.

"No, n-not like that!" he huffed, dropping his head to rub at at exasperatedly, "I meant to stooop her from killing him, not help - oh Jesus fucking Christ what's the use." he muttered to himself.

Now Salvatore was at the mercy of two very deadly Beneviento sisters. His face showed every ounce of his dread as his big beady eyes shot from one sister's face to the next, knees quivering as he swallowed with struggle.

"P-please, please, listen... I want to help," he swallowed once more through Donna's claws and Angie's knife pressed to his jugular.

Donna was still seething but paused, taking time to calculate and reason with her own rage before clicking her tongue loudly, "Alcina? Your call."

You blinked hastily as you watched with eagerness, noticing the very elegant and nonchalant movements of Alcina as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Bring him to me."

She commanded with a dominance that made you weak in the knees.

He was yanked from the wall, drug to Alcina and thrown at her feet. He showed no signs of struggle or the urge to flee for his life, which in your humble opinion, would have been a smart move.

Alcina glowered down at him and pursed her lips, looking more and more like herself as the minutes passed.

She placed her hands on her hips swiftly which made him jerk in fear, but she remained unmoved, "it's a little late in the game to be switching sides, don't you think?" she snapped.

"My Lady," he quivered, bowing his head sharply, "please, My Lady, I am a coward and I will not deny it. Mother Miranda offered me falsity. Her lies I thought were truths became apparent the moment she made her move. It is never too late to redeem oneself from the side of tyranny. Please, let me tell you what I know, you will not defeat her otherwise."

"You seem awfully sure of this," Alcina bit.

"That is because, as Donna has said, I have been part of this from the beginning."

Silence permeated the area once more as all focus went to Alcina. Her eyes never left the sniveling man at her feet.

"Then speak."

The next several minutes was a verbal vomit of information that had everyone pretty fucking shocked.

Mother Miranda, in her psychotic search for perfection, had begun breeding and mutating parasites nearly ten years ago to infect fledglings to whatever end to make them into the mindless, deadly, stealth machines that had invaded their city. Salvatore explained her brutal trial and errors and the horrific mutations that had gone wrong and how simply she discarded vampire after vampire like a broken toy. How that when she had perfected the mutation to her liking as it stood now, she infected herself with the queen parasite DNA that gave her the complete control over the hive-mind of the vampires she controlled. When she is at her peak strength and ability, they are the deadliest creatures known to any vampire or lycan imaginable. But therein lies the Achilles heel to this creation.

"I had hypothesized it well enough in my own mind, but it wasn't until I realized you," he stated, nodding to you in the midst of everyone else, "had escaped and in the attempt wounded Mother Miranda, that the so-called hive mind did in fact falter. If Mother Miranda is vanquished, they become unarmed. They will have had their tie to their very reason for existence severed, hence, they will have no direction and they will quite literally be living statues. So, in order to win this fight, you must keep Miranda's strength at a bare minimum. You must keep her down. Otherwise, at full strength, there will be none left alive in the underground."

Once more, Salvatore's eyes returned to you, "whatever you have done to her, she is still recovering. In all my many years of serving Mother, I have never seen any foe deal such damage the way you have," his focus went back to Alcina, "but she is recovering, that is the part that is the most important. If you want to win this you need to act quickly and hastily. Your lycans and vampires have done much damage to many mutants, but at their best, ten of your men cannot best even one of them."

Not even fifteen seconds had passed before Karl was clapping and rubbing his hands together eagerly, "Aight, so, lessss go?" he gestured shamelessly towards the staircase.

"Not without more of a plan," Dmitri growled, "if Miranda is getting stronger we can't run out there guns blazing the way you like it, we'll start losing too many too fast."

Alcina sucked the last drop of blood from the last pack and threw it aside with a sharp sigh, "We haven't the time for planning. I need to find Miranda and bring her down."

"You can't do that alone," Donna added, "please let Angie and I help you."

"No, I need you both in the field - Angie I need your stealthy expertise to be the eyes and ears for the troops, can you do that?"

Angie nodded, "fuck yeah."

"Heisenberg, I need you, your men, and your explosives rigged in the best and most efficient way possible when that bitch begins to falter. Can you do that?"

"Roger!"

"Dmitri, I need you and your men ready to back up the lycans in their wave of attacks and whatever tricks lie in that brilliant military brain of yours, can I count on you?"

"Always, My Lady."

Alcina's eyes skimmed over you with a wink and settled on Donna and her girls, "and you three... I want Ethan and Mia captured. Alive. Make that happen."

Her daughters beamed with a wicked glint in their eyes, "yes mother," they all replied.

"Karl, arm them to the teeth."

Grabbing his chest in the most dramatic way possible, Karl staggered back and looked up at Alcina with a silent gasp, "y-you called me Karl! Oh my god, did y'all hear that? She called me Karl. See that? Near death experiences change a person. It's like she likes me or something."

Alcina narrowed her eyes, "keep it up and I won't like you again."

Karl beamed and straightened his hat.

Donna was still less than sold.

"I don't want you facing her by yourself."

"You'll be doing something much more important for me," Alcina smiled warmly, "you'll be protecting her," she motioned over to you.

You almost did a double take, "uh, sorry, not to be disrespectful but no, I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are," Alcina retorted furrowing her brows, "this vampire in question is hellaciously unpredictable and deadly -"

"And off her rocker - yeah I know," you interrupted, "we've met personally and I escaped her."

Her face dropped cold, "you what?"

"Yeah, you haven't been brought up to speed!" Karl waltzed over, shouldering you playfully, "your fae-bae here escaped Miranda's sticky lil fingers after mind blasting her ass - pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I got first hand experience with her magick when she helped me fight off a mutant before we came and saved you. I uh, I'd reconsider taking the nuclear bombshell with ya," he winked at you, "two hell cats are better than one, baby! AND she's got a legion of crows at her command or some shit, that's how we blacked out the silo."

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed, remembering you'd not released your crows from their post, "and technically, they're called a murder."

Smirking at Karl you jutted to your right, hopped your way over the rubble of the blown blockade and peered up into the silo. It was still completely dark and you smiled, "you all did wonderful!" you shouted up to them, your voice carrying loud and clear, "thank you Ebony, Ash, Onyx, Noir, Sidda, and Shade! Please get home safely and be warm!"

Their caws echoed down to you and one by one they took to the sky, leaving a remaining brightness from the clear sky now that the sun had passed.

When you returned to the hall, Karl was shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest.

"Named every one of 'em, did ya?"

You returned his grin, "and?"

Alcina's eyes went from Karl to you, back to him and then you again before she was able to really collect herself. There was a lot to digest right at this moment. She had to choose wisely as to what she was ready to take a bite of. The crow issue was last on her list, you and your powers were at the top of it, screaming.

The two of you had only briefly spoken about the changes you were going through before Donna showed up and everything promptly fell apart. She didn't want to believe you had grown so much and she'd missed it all, but she more less wanted to believe you weren't strong enough to go with her, risking your safety if it wasn't necessary.

"Draga..." she stated softly, "this is... this is not a danger I want you anywhere near ever again."

You watched as her hands carefully rested on your shoulders, eying you in that beautifully desperate way.

"Uhm... Mother?"

Came a voice you'd not heard before.

"Poate nu ar trebui să te îndoiești de ea. Cum ai încredere în noi acum, poate că ar trebui să-i dai la fel." Cassandra stated with a knowing smile.

(Maybe you should not doubt her. As you trust us now, perhaps you should give her the same.)

Man, you needed to learn Romanian.

Whatever her daughter had said gave Alcina great pause. The smile she gave Cassandra made you smile by proxy, it was so genuine and soft.

Taking one last look at you, Alcina dropped her hands and turned to gather everyone's attention.

"I have faith in all of you. Go, quickly. Make this a battle that will be painted in remembrance for whatever outcome lies ahead of us. Let our valiance and spite be known. Violently."

She turned back to Donna and took a deep breath, "I would like you to make use of Moreau. If he makes one move you don't like, kill him. But if he is truly set to redeem himself, use whatever knowledge he has and exploit it to our every advantage."

Donna nodded somberly, "and... you are off to find Miranda?"

"Yes," Alcina smiled, "and I won't be going alone."

Two sets of beautiful eyes from two beautiful women now rested on you.

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queensparklekitten · 3 months ago

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I found your web weave about last online 7 years ago and scp 1762 (And I Love It), and I noticed it said you can’t reblog unless you were from the SGE site. What is that exactly?

*looks up from my drink, in the corner of the bar*

So. You wanna know about the SGE site, huh? Well.

Once upon a time, there was an online community.

Fandom forum, though the Open Chat one (equivalent of a #general channel in a discord server) was by far the most used. You got a book you read when you were 12 that changed your life? SGE's the acronym for what was that book for me. You might've seen the movie adaptation on Netflix a couple years back. I really waited seven years for that... I'm getting off topic. Back to the website.

The userbase was in the 8-17 age range, 90% girls, many of us the kind of people who devoured books like it was nothing in our then-ongoing preteen years. The few moderators never even looked at us unless we reported a glitch, spammer, or bigot for them to deal with, so we had no adult supervision.

Open Chat was used for, among other things, the most chaotic unhinged roleplay you can imagine. We got really into it. Wild parties that lasted days, food fights that quickly escalated into the hunger games, everything to do with those living shadows, Bob the alien, the Potato Kingdom, many of us had pets or imaginary friends doing this alongside us, I'm barely scratching the surface here, if I were to try to explain it all we'd be here for weeks. Quoting the Bee Movie script or singing certain songs had a tendency to cause all hell to break loose paranormally, one time it opened a portal to the underworld. It was the most fun ever. There was a reason we'd greet newcomers with "try not to die".

Aside from the chaos, there was contests where we'd reply with images of dresses or cute animals or what else have you, lots of clubs based around various things, people would sing (post song lyrics, sometimes roleplaying whole flashy performances) and post fun questions for everyone to answer and stories and neat videos we found and really good poetry and so, so much more that we didn't archive because we just assumed it would always be there.

It's where I met a lot of my closest friends- hell, it was the only place where I regularly got invited to participate in anything. I don't think there's anyone on that site who didn't forge friendships there. It's also how I got into quite a lot of songs and books and shows, and how I learned HTML formatting. That site was my home. It was the best part of my life for years.

You know how online friends are, though. Sometimes they disappear without a trace, a warning, or an explanation. Or their parents forbid them from going on the site because they think online chat rooms are dangerous.

I joined at 12. By the time I was nearing age 15, most of my friends had disappeared without a trace, never to return. I was one of the very few users to join in 2016 who was still active. The site wasn't abandoned, there were new people everywhere, but...

I don't pretend to understand the why of it, but the magic just. Started fading, I suppose. The community was falling apart. The roleplay got more stale and repetitive and often died down before it went anywhere. It all slowly declined and decayed and became a shell of itself. A hollow mimicry of what we once had. It wasn't really fun anymore, and I found myself wondering what was left to stay for. Just got worse in this regards, up until the website's final days, even after the rest of the userbase started becoming aware of it.

Eventually one day, the Open Chat started glitching hard. It had done that before, many times, and always been fixed. That time, though, it went down for repairs and never came back up. They said they'd bring it back, and they never did. Here's the thing, though- our posts all disappeared. When other forums on that website got closed around then, we could still see the posts by going through our post histories, we just couldn't reply to them. Open Chat and every last record of what we did there just vanished entirely, like it never existed.

It never even got crawled by the Wayback Machine.

...Now that I mention it, tomorrow's actually the anniversary of when Open Chat went down... how the FUCK was that five years ago it does NOT feel like it's been anywhere near that long.

Anyways.

During this time, the very few (like, there was maybe 2 at most) moderators had begun responding to drama by banning offsite links, followed by, several months after we lost our Open Chat, banning off-topic (non-SGE-related) discussions entirely, which sparked riots and a petition and they knew what it meant to the userbase, even to newer people who'd only known the comparatively lifeless version, we told the admins as hard as we could, and they did nothing. Well, other users told them anyways. I knew the site was beyond saving and thus didn't do anything but listen to music and make "let me guess, your home?" memes.

We also lost the ability to make posts in our profiles that weren't in any forums but could be seen if you went through the user's post history.

The official end was the "revamp" of the website, that was just a shutdown. They deleted everything that was left of it and all the records of what we were, and made a completely new website that the old one's url now redirects to. Though at least this time they had the courtesy to announce it a month and a half in advance so we could load as much as we could of what remained into archive.org during those weeks. There's no forum feature on the new site, and user data wasn't transferred. I never made an account on the new site. Why would I?

You can probably guess by reading those lyrics and asofterworld screencaps that I, and at least some other users I'm still in contact with, never really got over the death of that community.

That last image in my webweave is a screenshot of the page that now comes up whenever you type in the url for a forum or an old site member's profile and hit enter.

#sorry if you just wanted a brief two-sentence response and not a 7 hour long recount of the end of an age #it's just. y'know. tomorrow is the anniversary of that forum being lost to history.#and after being sent this ask i proceeded to reread the whole webweave and my eyes are wet rn #anyways it's 4:27am so imma hit post and go to sleep #if you REALLY wanna rb the post i don't really mind too much i just don't want it breaching containment enough for the notes to #end up consisting mostly of people who don't know what the webweave is actually about

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livewireprojects · 1 year ago

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My past weirdly Bleedman inspired characters

I contemplated posting this cause it was weird & I felt like talking about past shit but forgot about it. I'm posting it now cause I found a video talking about Grimm Tales from Down Below & how weird it was. For some reason it made me decided to make this post.

Before I say anything I want to say I don't follow Bleedman anymore & mostly only followed/was a fan of him when I was a kid. I say this because Grimm Tales(along with many other stuff) was weird & as a child I was oblivious of how Mini Mandy's affection towards Junior was.(Nor understood how weird some shit was)

That being said another explanation(that this post was meant to start off with) is that when I was a child before I realized that I should look up the Bleedman comics my only way to watch them was to hope someone put the comics up in videos.(Like how I use to find dounjishi in the wild west of Youtube when people could put anime/cartoon episodes in 3 parts) I was able to watch a little of Sugar Bits & a lot of the early comics of Bleedman's PPG comic. Anything I knew that wasn't in the comics was in AMV stuff.(A specific one I saw had These Words I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne)

These characters were inspired by Grimm Tales from Down Below & their story is based on what I originally thought Grimm Tales was about cause I've often had weird moments of random guessing. I'd see bits about something & cause I was unable to see the whole thing my imagination would go wild. An example is the movie Home(with the purple aliens) I was under the impression the girl/human companion/main character was a teen that had issues/a fight with her mom that led to running away from home & now she wants to find her mom & make amends. In reality it's a girl that was dealing with the invasion for a few days(hard to tell due to passing at the start) trying to cope with the kidnapping of her mom when they were getting use to having moved to a new home & was trying to find her missing mom.

So as I said these two characters are inspired by what I thought Grim Tales was from what little I knew from AMV videos.(Which at the very least had the prologue pages were Junior & Minnie were visiting the flowers & a pic of Minnie being torn apart) I don't remember when I made these sketches just know I tried to recreate the Bleedman art style. I have no idea if I could do this again & do not want to try.

The idea is some how this teen girl managed to get stuck in hell with no idea how to get home. The grim reaper's apprentice ends up making friends with her & the two end up on an adventure through hell as the apprentice tries to help his friend return home unharmed.

The idea is that she does eventually make it back home after a long adventure but are separated since the apprentice doesn't belong there. If you want a bittersweet ending then going the ragdoll route then the apprentice fails to keep her safe leading to the girl getting torn apart. The apprentice with help manages to put her back together as a ragdoll but thanks to all of this she's unable to return home however she & the apprentice are able to stay together as friends & go on more adventures together.

I dunno how I came up with the names but I guess I named these two Juliet & Cody at some point. Looking at these pictures I think at one point I was going to turn them into talking sprites for a game I never got to.

Juliet: A stubborn/strong willed girl that some how fell into the underworld or something managed to drag her in. While curious about the place she's currently stuck in Juliet would really like to go home. The skulls in her ponytails are pendants meant to protect her on her journey through the underworld to find a way home as well as make people think she's associated with the Grim Reaper as a way to leave her alone. Cody has one on one of his ears & it seems Juliet has managed to break through his distant behavior. Despite her stubborn/at times headstrong behavior she can have a friendly side & sometimes teases Cody.

Cody: Cody is the apprentice of the Grim Reaper, he at some point use to be a teenager that ended up dead/taken to the underworld. His appearance has become altered over time partly thanks to his boss trying to both repair him & make Cody stronger. The Grim Reaper despite his stern behavior & dark nature seems to consider Cody his son. Cody doesn't like his boss & this might add into Cody's often distant behavior. Despite this he seems to have managed to make a few connections & seems to be willing to help out in certain situations. There are moments were he still acts possibly like how he use to be before ending up in the underworld, he doesn't like the fact he's short.

I dunno why I drew this, I actually had to alter it a little

Cody doesn't like the fact Juliet is making fun of him for being short. This also shows what memes were popular at the time kind of.

#my art #old pics #oc

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blookmallow · 1 year ago

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been a long as hell time since i did an oc post no one cares about huh

its 2 AM and im thinking about oc weddings

- dreyden and gavin get married. dan is the officiant and nobody knows how or why hes qualified for it but he in fact is. gavin’s family fly out to california for the wedding and they LOVE dreyden. dreyden’s parents do at least bother to show up but they’re really uncomfortable the whole time and wont talk to anyone. dreyden’s mom cant help but like gavin at least a little bit though. brian doesn’t show up at all and sends some weird passive aggressive gift months later. clive shows up uninvited and half drunk. jan drags him out.

they adopt at least one kid eventually. gavin’s parents are the favorite grandparents but dreyden’s mom does try to be a good grandma. his dad barely interacts with them at all

- kayzee and jan get married. lex is one of jan’s bridesmaids and is ecstatic about it. shuri is as well and she’s extremely touched and flattered to be included. dan walks with january down the aisle, as her father isn’t alive to be there. johnny breaks into tears every five minutes and has eyeliner absolutely streaming down his entire face

they have like 3 kids eventually. jan’s mom has the youngest thoroughly convinced she’s secretly a witch

- bee and katie get married, her parents love him, there are flowers Everywhere, they never have kids but they have a Lot of animals

- iris and malkin do not get married but they do stay together

- lex and chris, after a Lot of struggles and breaking up and getting back together and breaking up again and one crisis after another, finally do get married eventually. chris invites Mother as mostly a symbolic gesture, letting her know but not actually expecting her to come - she’s essentially a goddess, after all. but she does. she embraces lex warmly and promises him, things are going to be alright. love has a way of working itself out. everything will be alright

she introduces herself to the few guests (shuri - who knows her already, january, kayzee, johnny, at least. maybe malkin) (clive was invited but doesn’t show up. lex doesn’t take it personally but never really understands Why he ghosted them and they never discuss it) as chris’s mother - no further explanation. when asked about his father, she interrupts to say there is no father, and nobody questions it any further. she is radiant and beautiful and everyone feels oddly starstruck around her but no one is sure why. jan feels like crying when she sees her and can’t explain it.

- soon after chris’s wedding stasia and ophelia decide to get married too. there’s mostly just stuffed animals as guests since ophelia can’t leave the underworld and there’s not really a lot of options around. some mice join in too. erom carries stasia down the aisle on a pillow (hes the closest thing to a dad she has and That’s What They Do In Weddings!)

lumenia definitely would have its own wedding traditions but i havent thought of them so im not going to try to make something up at 2 in the morning

venus and celina probably get married eventually. but it takes So long

dahlia marries lilac. laelia and sage get married but not Officially, Legally, just sort of. their own invented ceremony. my brain is shutting down so thats all for now

#cellophane rose #our eyes of glass

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katrinawritesthings · 4 years ago

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onjongtae; i can be your angle or yuor devil; r

in honor of Lil Nas X giving us the ultimate queer dream of choosing to go into hell and fuck the devil here is an au I've been thinking about for like almost a year about, you guessed it, choosing to stay in hell and fuck a devil :3c

don’t forget to check out my favorite jonghyuns recommendation event and also Jjongsmonth : )

Jonghyun, shirtless as usual, back to the fridge, looking at him with those dark, dilated eyes. His brown hair is a tousled mess around his horns and his smirk is everything that was ever described to Jinki as sin in his classes. The skin around his scales on his jaw and shoulders is flushed; his chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. For a moment, Jinki wonders why Taemin isn't here, when the two of them are usually inseparable, and then Jonghyun bites his lip and scrunches his nose, his stomach clenching and twitching in staccato breaths, and Jinki realizes that Taemin is.

Jinki doesn't know how to feel about the fact that he's gotten used to walking around a devil's house. Lift his feet higher so he doesn't get tangled in the over-indulgent shag of the carpet, duck down low so his halo doesn't scorch marks into the hanging lamp of the hallway, angle himself just a little bit sideways to slip through the doorway so he doesn't clip his wings tucked in behind him.

Little movements, little adjustments, natural to him now after almost a month of being stuck down here, wings on the mend, no one from upstairs come down to rescue him yet.

Though, maybe rescue isn't the right word.

Then again, hot on the trail of that thought running through his mind comes a hot rush of guilt, so maybe it is the right word. Of course he wants to be rescued. Of course he wants to go home.

He pads into the living room, rubbing his palms into his eyes, trying to press away his sleepiness. When he reaches the low wall that separates the living room from the kitchen, he puts his hands on it and blinks his eyes open, bringing the kitchen into focus.

The kitchen, and also, Jonghyun. Jonghyun, shirtless as usual, back to the fridge, looking at him with those dark, dilated eyes. His brown hair is a tousled mess around his horns and his smirk is everything that was ever described to Jinki as sin in his classes. The skin around his scales on his jaw and shoulders is flushed; his chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. For a moment, Jinki wonders why Taemin isn't here, when the two of them are usually inseparable, and then Jonghyun bites his lip and scrunches his nose, his stomach clenching and twitching in staccato breaths, and Jinki realizes that Taemin is.

Letting his eyes drift down, the top of Taemin's messy black hair is just visible behind the counter, facing Jonghyun, moving backward and forward in a lazy rhythm. One of Jonghyun’s hands is in his hair; the other is holding onto one of his horns, either pushing and pulling him forward and back or just following his movement. Soft, wet slurping noises, too quiet for Jinki to notice before but now feeling louder than anything he's ever heard before, stop abruptly and then turn into thick, audible swallows.

Jonghyun is still watching him. Nose still scrunched, eyes still dark and locked onto his, but now his mouth is open to suck in gasps through flushed, red lips. Jinki swallows himself, involuntarily, and Jonghyun's top lip curls, into something that's a half another smirk, half a baring of his fangs, all dangerous.

Jinki picks his poison and looks back down.

Just in time to catch eyes with Taemin, sitting up straight now, dragging his thumb up his chin to the corner of his lips until it's rimmed with white and then sucking on the pad of it with a mouth that's even more swollen and flushed than Jonghyun’s.

"Sorry," he says in a rough voice. "We thought you'd be sleeping for a little while longer."

Jinki considers him. His eyes drop to the halo around his neck, as dark navy blue as Jinki's is bright shining gold, as heavy as Jinki's is light. They drop lower to where the bones of Taemin's empty wings fold together and bulge underneath his loose white t-shirt. He believes Taemin; he just doesn't believe that the we in that sentence was mutual.

Jonghyun tugs on Taemin's horn, pulling him up, to his feet. Taemin turns to face him with the biggest smile, kisses him with just the slightest touch of Jonghyun's fingers under his chin. And it's messy, of course it is, messy with tongue and teeth and spit, both of their hands grasping for each other, trying to pull each other close until there's no space between them for anything but the back and forth motion of their own breaths pushing against each other.

And then Jonghyun breaks it, kisses Taemin's cheek, his jawline, his ear, lifts up on his tiptoes to slide both of his arms over Taemin's shoulders and lean all of his weight against him. He does it slow, a creeping movement, and just as slowly, slides his eyes up Jinki's body until he gets to his face. Just like every time, Jinki feels like he's being searched, x-rayed, examined, and it makes shame burn in the back of his throat. He knows what Jonghyun is thinking about doing to him in that devil mind of his and it makes him feel filthy, tainted.

"So what do you want for breakfast, dazzler?" Jonghyun asks him.

It's a question, taunt, implication, and invitation all in one, and Jinki wishes he didn't feel it crawling underneath his skin.

#OnJongTae #jongtae #jongyu #ontae #jonghyun #taemin #Jinki #onew #fantasy #fallen angel au #I was going to like save this for when I had more written for this au but like. We all know I'm never going to lamo #I'm going feral about Lil no sex the music videos so good I like that kid #jonghyun voice lust isn't bad lol you have just been Fed propaganda and Prejudice by your teachers for your whole life and (10 page essay)#Taemin voice God shut up every time you do this learn how to simplify #it's not really hell it's just the underworld but like that's a whole explanation that have to get into lmao

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zoeykallus · 3 years ago

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Arcane – Little Flower 8 – Who We Really Are

Silco x female!reader

Warning: 18+ /Minors DNI/ NSFW

SMUT/PiV/Suggestive Talk/Dirty Talk/Anal Fingering/Cock Warming/Mention Of Drugs/Blood/Violence/Injury/Cursing/Hurt/Angst/Little Fluff/Murder

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Author’s Comment:

I'm sorry, I'm so very tired, I didn't proof read this one, but I will tomorrow. I just wanna go to sleep lol Have fun! On repeat while writing:

Let's Go To War Stay With Me In The End Reckless ----------

What Happened Before:

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound (Fluff/ Slightly Suggestive)

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+)

Part 8 - Who We Really Are

There was a palpable tension in the room. You didn't quite know what to expect, but so far everything seemed quite civilized. Silco asked Tavos to sit down and he complied. His henchman remained standing behind his chair, keeping an eye on Sevika.

"I have some questions that need to be clarified," Tavos said calmly, also radiating absolute calm, "But a whole new question has just popped into my head since I've been here."

He turned his head slightly to the side to look at you again. A shiver ran down your spine as his cool blue eyes met you.

"Who are you?" he asked, addressing you directly.

Your gaze shifted uncertainly to Silco.

"Why are you looking at him? Aren't you allowed to talk without his permission?" he asked, half mocking, half lurking.

"But of course" you replied confused.

"Hmm," he went on, "apparently you are not used to being addressed. By the way, my question is still pending"

"Y/N"

He shook his head slowly and spoke almost gently "No that's not what I meant, not exclusively. But glad to meet you"

"All the same?"

He laughed softly at your uncertain tone and looked at Silco again.

"What the hell did you tell that girl about me that she's so scared?"

Silco sighed and spoke in his typical calm, controlled tone, "I didn't really tell her anything about you, she picked up rumors in the bar that you were trying to hurt Sevika and Sevika is.... her friend, so to speak. That may have upset her a little bit"

Tavos laughed, "That's not entirely true, I understand where the rumors are coming from, but I never said anything like that. However, there is still the question of who Y/N is."

Silco frowned unwillingly, why these questions, what did Tavos want from you?

"Why does it matter?"

Tavos' gaze sharpened a tiny bit, but his melodic voice remained calm, "It doesn't really, but do me a favor and satisfy my curiosity. After all, you killed my business partner or had him killed, the man was like a brother to me, an idiot brother, but a brother nonetheless. You owe me one. Aside from an explanation of how this could happen, I guess satisfying my curiosity wouldn't be too much to ask."

"What exactly do you want to know about me?" you interfered, after all it was about you.

Tavos looked at you again, scrutinizing but not hostile.

"You don't belong in this world. It's obvious from three miles away. Yet here you are. In the office of probably the biggest underworld boss in Zaun, the man who pulls all the strings in the deepest darkest part of the undercity. A man who has a reputation for being a sociopath. How did you get here? What brought you here?"

You could see how tense Silco was, but he was pulling himself together because he wanted to keep this peace at all costs, a war would stall all his plans, maybe even throw them completely out of whack, that would be years of work for nothing. His shoulders were tense, his whole posture suddenly seemed strangely stiff.

The word sociopath stuck in your head like a little echo. You had seen a lot of things that suggested Tavos was right, but the way Silco behaved towards you spoke against it. But your knowledge of psychology wasn't that special.

"I was working in the brothel at the reception, that's where I first met him and he wanted me to work for him."

"Ah" Tavos said understanding "And one does not deny the eye of Zaun any wish, I see".

Silco's gaze lingered nervously on you for a moment, as if wondering insecurely if you were with him only because he wanted you to be and you felt you had no other choice. At the very beginning, that might have been the case, but not anymore. Still, the thought nestled in the back of Silco's mind.

"Yes, in a way it was. However, by now I am here by choice."

Tavos, began to tell with a smile, "You know, I have my spies here and there, and they told me about a girl who seems to spend a lot of time in Silco's chambers, her description fits you exactly. Some time ago, they told me that there were rumors that he almost killed this girl, she had bad strangulation marks on her neck for weeks. She ran away, stayed away for some time, but eventually came back of her own free will."

That was so spot on that it gave you goose bumps. You saw Silco's reserve, his composure slowly crumble. You realized what Tavos was doing here, he was provoking him, he wanted him to lose his temper, he wanted him to give him a direct reason to attack him.

"It was... a misunderstanding," you said nervously.

Tavos shook his head slowly.

"I don't know what Silco made you think he supposedly feels for you, but no man does something like that to a woman he really loves. Whatever this is, it's not love, it's probably more of a fixation or obsession. Let me guess, he thought you cheated on him or something, right? Bruised his ego?"

Sevika's gaze twitched from one to the other in the room, she sensed and saw just as you did what thin ice Tavos was on right now. The only reason Silco hadn't put an end to the chatter long ago was because of this war that was still in the air.

"It doesn't matter. None of it does. Because, with all due respect, it's none of your business. I'm here because I want to be here. Is that enough of an answer?" you spoke in a composed calm voice.

Sevika quickly winked at you, obviously she liked the way you had reacted. You were somewhat proud of yourself, too.

Tavos laughed softly and looked at Silco again, "A good choice you made there, the girl is much stronger than she looks, she learned from you... and even if I can't comprehend it, you seem to really mean something to her."

Silco snorted and smirked "You're just jealous".

"A little bit maybe" Tavos replied amused.

"Back to the real reason for your visit?" asked Silco.

"Yes, that is indeed a good idea. I know our organizations didn't always see eye to eye, but killing Packo in business negotiations was, daring, even for you, Silco."

Tavos still spoke calmly and composedly.

"Then maybe he shouldn't have shot me," Silco said dryly.

Tavos' eyebrows went up in wonder.

He sighed and finally said, "Hmm, I can see I shouldn't have let Packo handle the negotiations alone. Overzealous fellow, with a short temper."

His gaze drifted to Sevika.

"And that was the reason you broke his neck?"

"No, he got my dagger between his shoulder blades for that, I broke his neck because he tried to pounce on Y/N despite my warning"

Tavos looked at you again "I guess I have to apologize for my business partner's behavior, to both of you".

He looked back at Silco's face and said, "Why don't we continue with the negotiations, I'm sure we will find a compromise"

The situation had calmed down, at least it seemed that way. But you were not so sure whether you could trust the situation. When the conversation finally turned back to purely business matters, you silently withdrew. You weren't needed here and you didn't really want to be a part of it.

So the rumors were just a lot of hot air about nothing, blown up, overdramatized. Tavos was a completely different caliber than Packo, but that didn't mean he was necessarily less dangerous, but he was certainly more reasonable and smarter.

Shortly after the meeting and a done deal, Silco took Sevika aside and told her, "Follow him, find out where he's going and find out how far the leadership structure of his organization has changed. This snake has many heads, through Packo we have cut off one, I want to know how many are left. If we cut off the others, we can just put a new head on this snake without a war. That would be a huge leap forward for us."

Sevika nodded and went on her way just as you were coming back up from the bar. You had seen Tavos leave the building and headed straight upstairs.

"Did it go well?" you asked Silco, who was sitting behind his desk and got up to meet you as you entered the room.

He gently grabbed your hips and pulled you to him before saying in his smooth, deep voice, "Hmm, it went well, we were able to come to an agreement. There will be no war and Sevika gets to keep her head."

You smiled at him, feeling real relief. You felt your shoulders slowly relax and only now did you notice that they had been tense all along.

Silco's hands went to your shoulders and his fingers made gentle massaging movements, as if he had noticed.

"You've been tense all this time," he murmured, kissing you on the forehead as he continued to work your shoulders.

"How do you know?" you asked him in surprise.

He chuckled, "By now I know your body language, you were very different today than usual in your movements, much stiffer and slower."

"You noticed that?"

Silco nodded and said, "Maybe you should take a hot bath, I could massage you in bed afterwards."

The word bath made your neck hairs stand up.

"I'd rather take a shower," you said softly.

He blinked, about to say that a hot bath would relax your muscles more, but then he noticed how tense you suddenly were again and realized what you were thinking about. He couldn't blame you, not at all, it was understandable, but it gnawed at him that the incident in the bathtub haunted you so much that you couldn't even take a bath.

He sighed, kissed your temple and spoke softly, "I'm sorry".

You snuggled into his embrace, against his chest. His chin rested on your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Would you allow me to spoil you a little?" he finally broke the silence.

Questioningly, you looked up at him. He smiled gently and seductively at the same time. You couldn't resist this look, and you didn't want to. With a nod you agreed and let him lead you into the bedroom. Very slowly and gently, he undressed you, taking his time and leaving small kisses on each piece of bare skin that he exposed. Warmth spread between your thighs, you had goosebumps and the fine hairs on your body stood up as his touches sent little shivers through your body.

Silco finally asked you to lie down on the bed, on your stomach. He disappeared for a moment to get something, when he came back he climbed back on the bed with you, he was still fully dressed, only his boots were off. You laid your head sideways on the pillow and squinted back at him. He sat kneeling over you at the level of your buttocks and opened the bottle he had fetched.

"What's this?" you asked curiously, watching as he spread and rubbed some of the contents onto his palms.

"An oil, one I had made especially for us. The aroma is supposed to have an aphrodisiac effect and be relaxing at the same time."

His hands slid over your back with gentle pressure, over your bare skin. The scent reached your nose. A mixture of delicate spicy smell and a pleasant sweetness. The smell not only tickled your sense of smell, but also all other senses. Under his hands that massaged your back and shoulders alternately, spread pleasant warmth. His fingers found every little tension and let them gradually disappear with gentle pressure.

Soft, enjoying sighs came over your lips. The warmth between your thighs became more intense and you felt your thoughts go astray, your pearl began to swell and yearn for touch.

"Well I must say so far the oil is delivering what it promises, that smell gets under ones skin," he murmured as his hands moved down to your buns and massaged them as well.

You felt definite arousal as the moisture gathered in your pussy and began to drip onto the sheet.

"I can't disagree with that" you breathed out in a huff.

On impulse, you lifted your pelvis, thrusting your buttocks toward him, rubbing your buns against his crotch, satisfied that he was as aroused as you were and that his hard manhood was pressing through his pants into your naked ass.

"Naughty little flower," he cooed in amusement.

His words only made you push your hips back and against his hard length with even more intensity.

"If you keep this up Y/N, I'm about to unwrap and take you just as you are lying in front of me right now," he warned you insinuatingly.

You slid an arm under your body, your hand to your Venus and began to caress your pearl with your fingertips.

Moaning softly, you replied to him, "I'm asking for it."

His cock twitched in his pants.

"Really?" he inquired a little breathlessly.

The desire was intense and any gloomy thoughts from before completely forgotten.

"Yes, please, I want you inside me".

Greedily he grabbed your hips from behind and pressed himself against you.

"Are you sure you are ready for me?"

"Yes, I'm sure"

Gently his hand went between your thighs from behind and felt your wet heat.

He chuckled, " Well you are definitely wet".

"Please!" you repeated impatiently.

Silco gave you a soft little slap on your butt saying: "Patience, little flower, patience".

He grabbed one of the firmer pillows nearby and slid it under your pelvis. When your butt moved up a little further, he could see your fingers massaging your pearl. He laughed softly.

"That hungry today?"

His eyes fell on the bottle of oil he had placed closed beside him.

"I have an idea, let's see if you like it."

"As long as you finally fuck me now, do what you want old man" you quipped, swaying your ass in front of him.

He growled excitedly, liking the sight.

"Okay, one thing at a time then," he murmured, unwrapping his hard length.

You could feel Silco's precum slathering over your skin as he roamed the tip of his cock along your buttocks, moving to the entrance of your wet cleft. His tip parted your moist folds, beginning to penetrate you. He moaned deeply as he finally bottemed out in you. Even now, he was still a lot to take in, but you loved the feeling of being full of him.

Your fingers continued to dance over your pearl, you knew you wouldn't need long, the pose somehow had a certain appeal.

His hands slid over your buttocks, then his fingers slid between them and danced teasingly over the tight ring of muscle.

The touch was stimulating but also made you a little nervous, you weren't quite sure what he was up to and if you would like it.

You held perfectly still, practically waiting for him to do something, and you weren't disappointed. One of his oily fingers applied pressure, passed through the tight, puckered hole and slid inside.

With a silent curse, you bite into the pillow you were lying on. It was a strange sensation, alien but exciting, and in combination of his cock in your pussy and your fingers still dancing over your pearl, it was surprisingly extraordinarily delightful.

"This is probably new to you?" he inquired gently.

"Mmhm," you nodded, the pillow still between your teeth.

He smiled mischievously when he saw your reaction.

"Pleasant or unpleasant?"

Somehow you were reluctant to admit it, but you said anyway, "...Pleasant," and felt heat rise to your face.

"Good," he murmured aroused and began to move his hard length inside your cleft.

The combination of his thrusts, this new position, his finger in your butt and the stimulation of your clit was violent, almost overwhelming. Your mouth dropped open and a half-swallowed moan escaped you. Silco began to pound you faster, never pulling far back, always staying deep inside you with each thrust and you began to drool into the pillow in utter helpless horniness.

You could hear him breathing behind you, fast and heavy, repeatedly letting out a low growl, his free hand clawed at your hip.

"I don't know...how long.... I'll be there soon...:" the words tumbled out of your mouth.

Silco replied panting, "Me too.... little flower... me too. Cum for me, let me feel your orgasm" and pushed his finger a little deeper into the tight hole between your buns.

"Fuck," you moaned and began to push into his thrusts, causing him to sink even deeper inside you with his finger and cock.

"My greedy girl," he pressed out in amusement "Y/N, you are.... stunning, no matter what the situation"

You loved those little words of praise so much, coming out of his mouth, especially when you were having sex, it was like he was pouring oil on the fire and making the flames go higher.

"You're mine," he murmured "Mine alone."

"Yes, yours alone..." you breathlessly whimpered as you felt the tingling between your thighs seem to reach boiling point, "I'm cum.... cumming."

He growled contentedly as he felt your pussy tighten around his cock, your thighs trembling and he heard you let out his name in an excited little cry.

It only took two more thrusts, then the knot loosened for Silco as well, and his hot seed filled your slit.

Silco was surprisingly caring, no one who knew him would probably have guessed that, but the aftercare was important to him, it was important to him that you did not feel used but loved, even if he had never said the famous three words directly to you. He was more a man of action. He was also eloquent when he wanted to be, but his words were usually not very emotional. He showed you in his own way that he cared, that he cherished you, and that you were important to him. He helped you to clean yourself, usually stayed with you for a long time afterwards, even if he actually had things to do, he usually postponed these things for a while to be with you. It was the same now.

"That was an interesting massage," you said laughing softly.

Silco smiled mischievously.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, amused.

He was lying next to you, still fully dressed, unlike you. He had covered you up so you wouldn't freeze and lay down on his side next to you, resting his head on his elbow to look at you.

"I like these quiet moments," he said thoughtfully, "When everything seems so clear and simple."

Questioningly, you looked up at him.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well here in these moments with you, everything is very clear. Just you and me, our affection. These moments are like a warm nest in which I come to rest and find peace"

That sounded beautiful and in a way you could understand it, the life he led was intense, dangerous, full of hard choices, here with you all that was out the door, shut out for the moment.

With a sigh he rose from the bed and you followed suit, slipping back into your clothes.

"You could have stayed lying down, I have some business to take care of anyway".

"I'm not tired yet, maybe I'll go to the bar, maybe Jinx will stop by again"

"You two get along well don't you?" he asked with a warm smile.

You nodded returning the smile "At first I thought it would be difficult, but it's not at all. Jinx is a great girl, smart, creative, bright, a little wild now and then, but we like each other, yes."

Sevika came into the office just as you were leaving the bedroom.

"There is news," she said meaningfully, but did not elaborate on that statement.

Her eyes drifted back and forth between Silco and you, and you realized that whatever she was about to say was not meant for your ears. With a sigh, you gave Silco a kiss on his scarred cheek, left the office and headed downstairs.

"What did you find out?" asked Silco, addressing Sevika as you left the room.

"There are three other executives within Tavo's organization, they are all meeting tonight, I found out where. An abandoned factory building in the north"

Silco smiled in satisfaction.

"The perfect opportunity"

Sevika nodded, "A better one won't come up anytime soon".

"Round up the boys, it's time for a major change of power".

When you saw Silco leaving the building, followed by Sevika and almost all of his goons, you suspected something bad. He usually took only some of his goons with him wherever he went, sometimes even just Sevika, but this looked like he was up to something big. He was wearing his full outfit, including his coat with the wide collar and gold trim, he didn't do that often either.

You sat hidden in your favorite corner and you saw his eyes roaming around the room, looking for you, when he couldn't find you he frowned, but Sevika nudged him gently but firmly, apparently they were in a hurry.

It was clear to you that it was stupid and probably dangerous, but you got up, left the bar and followed Silco and his thugs through the undercity. You kept your distance and moved in the shadows.

The path Silco had taken led deeper and deeper into the unsightly area of the Undercity, where rats, Shimmer addicts, and mutants shook hands.

When the group entered what appeared to be an abandoned factory building, you stopped uncertainly. You wrestled with yourself for quite a while. There were reasons Silco didn't take you along or involve you, there were reasons Sevika wanted to talk to him alone, you knew whatever was going on in there was a few sizes too big for you. Still, curiosity was stronger. After a few minutes of indecisive waiting, you approached the building, found an open broken window and climbed in. On silent soles you crept through the dark room.

You heard voices, one of which was Silco. You crept to a door frame where the door was missing, from the other side a faint light fell in, a flickering light like firelight.

You stopped in the shadows and peered cautiously into the great hall beyond. Your eyes roamed over several corpses, some of them looking like thugs, but as far as you could tell, they were not Silco's men lying on the floor. Kneeling in front of a long table with several chairs were four men, one of whom you recognized, Tavos. The men's hands had been tied behind their backs.

Silco's thugs were spread around the hall, Sevika stood to the right of the table, and Silco himself walked up and down the row of kneeling men with a knife in his hand. The blade reflected the light of a few torches spread in the room.

Lights and shadows danced on his serious face through the flames, making him look even more sinister than he already was in this situation. Suddenly he grabbed the hair of one of the kneeling men, pulled his head into the neck and slit his throat. The victim did not even get a chance to scream. He sat there with his eyes wide open, while blood gushed from his neck wound and soaked the ground on which he knelt, until he finally toppled over and lay motionless.

Your heart was beating up to your neck. Silco rarely got his hands dirty, but here and now it was very dirty and he seemed to enjoy it. You realized that a new power balance was being created here and Silco seemed to be absorbed in it. You didn't like that, not at all, it made your throat tight and made you doubt everything that had happened and been said earlier in the day.

Silco went from one to the other, repeating his action, slitting two more throats. Then he stopped in front of Tavos. You could tell Tavos was scared, but he was still unusually calm.

"We had an agreement," he said through gritted teeth, looking up at Silco.

The blood of his fellow men had already reached him and he was kneeling in it, seeping through the fabric at his knees.

"Yes, that's right. But I've found a better solution. This is purely business, nothing personal," Silco replied, calm and cool as he handled almost any business.

Tavos glanced in your direction, stopped there for a moment, and you feared he had seen you. But then he looked back up at Silco.

"So that's what this is all about? The takeover of my organization? That's why you're killing all the board members. Just to get more power and profit"

Silco nodded and, sounding almost amused, said, "You're smarter than I thought. Of course it's about power and profit, what else is our business about?"

"So for power and profit you kill a long-time business partner and his entourage?"

Silco shook his head with a soft laugh, "We are rivals, always have been, not business partners"

"So after we made peace, you followed me and now you are going to stick that knife in my back, right?"

Silco shrugged his shoulders indifferently "It won't be the back, but yeah, that's about right"

Tavos looked in your direction again, this time you really felt like he was looking right at you.

As Silco was about to put the knife to his neck, he said directly to you, "Now I hope you see who he really is!"

Silco paused in his movement.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I wasn't talking to you"

Sevika spotted what Tavos had seen, you.

"Shit," she grumbled.

Silco followed her gaze.

"What..." his eyes went wide when he saw you, his hard expression subsided "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, panic rising inside you. Maybe you had seen too much? Was this the real Silco? A power-hungry monster? When he tried to strangle you in the bathtub, it was much more him than anything else you knew of him? You didn't want to believe it, but you weren't sure what to believe anymore. But here and now, you were afraid, you had seen him murder people in cold blood, not out of anger or revenge, but seemingly out of pure greed. Not so much for profit, no, that didn't fit, it was the power that tickled him. Once Tavos was out of the way, Zaun's underworld was his alone.

These were all things you would still think about, but now, panic just rose up inside you. You saw the bloody knife in his hand and in your mind appeared the image of an angry Silco kneeling over you holding your head under water.

He recognized the glimmer of panic in your eyes.

"Little flower, it's all right, we'll talk about it later in peace and..."

Before he could finish the sentence, you hastily turned on your heel, the flight reaction kicked in. You jumped out of the window through which you had entered and ran out into the night.

With a curse, Silco jammed the knife into the side of Tavos' neck and yanked it back out.

"God fucking damn it!"

That messed up his plans, interrupted his flow, and to make matters worse, now he had to worry about where you ran, what you did, who you talked to, and whether you were safe. A feeling told him that he would not find you at home when he returned.

"Follow her!" he roared to Sevika "bring her back to me, whether she wants to or not".

Sevika looked at him uncertainly "So you want me to use force if she doesn't want to come?"

Silco sighed.

"I can't lose her again, if you have to be rough then be rough but don't overdo it".

Sevika hesitated for a second but then nodded and went on her way.

Silco turned to another of his goons and ordered him to dispose of the bodies.

He stood there for a while, thinking. He had to take care of the takeover, he couldn't put it off or some wannabe from the ranks of Tavos would take his turn and ruin his plans. Sevika could be counted on, she would make sure that you came back. At least that's what he told himself to stay sane for the moment.

@puffball-lover554

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eerna · 3 years ago

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I saw you mention how Orpheus succeeded in improving things for the workers and I'm a bit confused as to whether there was actually, like, evidence of that in the show? I might have missed it, but I don't see why Hades and Persephone's relationship being improved would really have that much of an affect on how he treats them /gen

Also since I'm here, I really love your art and just your whole blog, I only recently got back into Hadestown and you are fueling that fire

Hello hello and thank youuu~~~~ I'm v much going by interpretation here, as it wasn't explicitly stated in the show. The plot is very poetic and doesn't resemble real world 1:1 in its comparisons, instead it only states some general ideas and thoughts about our current situation. You can't sing at Jeff Bezos to stop abusing his workers, but Orpheus CAN sing at Hades to do it because it's theater mythology and all the flowery poetic language ensures suspension of disbelief is through the roof. Just like the original myth is an explanation of a phenomenon that actually has a different, scientific reason, this show should be watched as a spiritual take on a phenomenon that has different origins in our world, and not 1984 or whatever.

Here's what the poetry is saying: Hades was insecure about his marriage, so he made the Underworld resemble summer by making it as bright and hot as possible. He accomplished this by forcing his people, AKA the dead, into labour that makes them empty shells who only exist to power his wealth. Persephone hates what the kindgom turned into, this causes their marriage to implode, the song of the gods gets forgotten, and there is no more spring or fall. BUT, Road to Hell II says that after Orpheus' failure, "Spring had come again with a love song". I take this to mean that Hades is no longer being a dick and industrializing the Underworld, as I don't see how Persephone could be happy down there otherwise. PLUS, the workers are shown to shake off their trance and remember themselves whenever the song of the gods is sung, so if the song is here to stay, they are perpetually awake and active. Hence, Orpheus fixed the world, but failed in his personal quest to beat death.

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk hadestown #my feelings about the political message of this show are very complicated so i wont state them here #but it cant be denied the text does indeed imply unionization worked

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years ago

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Resurrect Me: Part 2 (N.R.)

Part One

Huge shoutout to @confusinggemini612 who requested this a loooong time ago and I’m just now getting to it (I am so sorry for the wait). I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Warnings: swearing; PTSD; mentions of suicide/self-sacrifice

Word count: 2.6k

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

The cool breeze blows through my hair, the hand in mine being the only source of warmth in the chill of the Russian countryside. As we walk closer, a chorus of pigs snorting fills my ears. Natasha had given me a brief rundown and a quick pep talk before taking me to meet her family. Now, it was game time.

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest,” I respond to the redhead.

“Let’s do it then,” she says with a smirk, to which I reply with a scoff.

We walk through the gate and enter the small house, immediately hearing three distinct voices, each laced with a thick Russian accent. The voices hush as the door closes behind us, and a blonde woman is the first to greet us.

“Ah, сестра! Mom and Dad are flirting again, let’s make a run for it,” Yelena whisper-yells.

“So put a sedative in their vodka or something, I don’t know,” Natasha replies. I’m not sure if I should introduce myself or not, so I just stand there awkwardly.

“They are both spies, they’re not going to fall for- actually, Alexei would, but Mom would never fall for that,” Yelena pauses as she notices me. She looks me from head to toe and squints before her lips quirk into a smirk. “And who might this be? Is this your little girlfriend?”

“Yelena, don’t be an ass,” Nat grumbles with a scowl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yelena hums before turning back to Natasha. “She’s definitely your girlfriend.”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha whines, walking further into the house. I look at Yelena and nod in confirmation before following Nat. I hear her whisper “I knew it” from behind me, causing me to laugh. Natasha turns to give me a questioning look, but I just brush it off with a shrug and a smirk. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a deep, booming voice.

“Natasha! Welcome home! Look at this, all my girls back together again! It is so nice to see you,” Alexei says, moving forward to pinch Natasha’s cheeks. She gently pushes him away with a scowl, and I can’t tell if she’s really uncomfortable or not. Either way, it brings my guard up, ready to defend her.

“And who might this be?” Alexei questions, turning to face me.

“Dad, this is Y/N,” she says before I can answer. I offer a kind smile.

Yelena, who had made her way to the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka, says “She’s Natasha’s girlfriend.”

“Thank you for the input, Yelena,” Natasha says with a tight-lipped smile.

“Girlfriend, huh? When did that happen? Natasha, I was not aware that you, uh, how do you say? Swing that way?” A dark-haired woman slaps his arm for his comment and he exclaims, “Ow!”

“Pay him no mind, Natasha. He is a bit slow, but Mama always knew. You were not very discreet about the way you looked at that Hannah girl in Ohio. And as for you, it is nice to meet you. I’m Melina, what is your name?” Her demeanor is friendly, but her gaze is skeptical. She’s probably already planning how to kill me if she decides that I’m not good enough for her daughter.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too,” I say with a nervous smile.

“Alright, guys, that’s enough. Please stop harassing my girlfriend,” Natasha says with a sigh.

“Come, sit,” Yelena commands with a wave, still sitting at the kitchen table.

I sit across from her and Natasha sits next to me. Melina and Alexei follow soon after, with Alexei sitting at the head of the table and Melina sitting next to Yelena.

“Here you go,” Yelena says as she slides me a shot glass full of vodka. I clink it against hers in the air and down it in one go, grimacing at the burn. “Are you alright?” Yelena asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying my agony.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great. Just not used to Russian vodka, that’s all.” Yelena nods, satisfied with my answer, before going to pour me another shot.

Natasha stops her by saying, “Yelena, no more vodka. You’re going to kill her.”

“You’re no fun,” the younger sister says, but complies, nonetheless.

“Natasha, you are slouching again. Sit up straight,” Melina interjects.

“Mom, I’m not slouching. I told you I don’t slouch,” Nat protests.

“So how did you two meet?” Yelena asks, interrupting the banter.

“Oh, we met in New York during the invasion, when the Avengers were formed,” I answer.

“You are an Avenger! I knew you looked familiar. Tell me, does Captain America ever mention me, the great Red Guardian? I could kick his ass, you know. I’ve done it before,” Alexei says, causing the three Russian women to groan and complain.

“That never happened, Dad,” Yelena mumbles at the same time Natasha says, “He doesn’t talk about you because you guys have never met.”

I raise my eyebrows at them. They seem awfully familiar with this conversation; how often does Alexei say this crap?

“So, Y/N. What happened when you guys brought everyone back? How did you do it? Natasha won't tell me,” Yelena questions. I chuckle nervously, glancing at Natasha, who is clearly uncomfortable with this topic of discussion.

“Um, I don’t know if I should… It’s complicated, really,” I say, trailing off.

“Yelena, stop. It doesn’t matter. And don’t put her in the middle of things,” Natasha responds, defending me. An awkward silence fills the room until Alexei speaks up again.

“He really hasn’t mentioned me? Have you even asked him about me?”

<//>

“Why won’t you tell them what happened?” I ask quietly. It’s nighttime now, and I’m lying in bed next to Nat in the guest room. She seemed so uncomfortable, and it’s been worrying me since.

“They just don’t need to know,” she replies shortly

“But they got snapped away, Natty. Don’t you think they deserve more of an explanation than what they’ve seen on the news?”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my family, Y/N.” Her sharp tone feels like a blade to the heart, but I take a deep breath and soften my resolve, knowing that she’s only snapping at me because something else is upsetting her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just, I can tell that something is upsetting you. You can’t just bottle stuff up, Nat. It doesn’t have to be me if you’re not comfortable, but you need to talk to someone about it.”

She doesn’t respond immediately. “I’ve told them. I gave them the basics: Thanos snapped people away, we time traveled, got magical stones, snapped people back, and then killed Thanos. That satisfied my parents, but Yelena wants to know the whole story.”

“And you’re not comfortable retelling it?”

“Parts of it are bearable, but… I can’t think about it. You almost killed yourself for me, Y/N. You did die for me. I can’t think about that day, let alone tell my baby sister about it,” she says. Her voice is quiet, breaking as the tears flood her eyes. I pull her head into my chest and run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m right here, Natty. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You don’t have to tell anyone about what happened. I was terrified of losing you on Vormir. I hate talking about it, too.”

“Is that why you went to Dr. Garcia?”

“Partly. There were other reasons, too.” I hesitated before continuing. “I kept hearing the tortured screams. When I slept, in my head, everywhere I went. I heard them all the time. And I would get random whiffs of burning flesh. As you know, I went to the Underworld when I ‘died’ and I guess it just affected me more than I had originally thought.”

“Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, or freak you out. The whole thing was pretty weird. For a while, I honestly thought I was haunted. It was probably pretty selfish, but I didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away. But just to be clear, you aren’t haunted, right?”

I laugh quietly. “No, I am not haunted. A mild case of PTSD, but I’m doing better now. The therapy helped a lot.”

“Do you think it would help me? I still get nightmares sometimes...of you going over that cliff. I just, I close my eyes and you’re gone, and I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. I hate how much pain I’ve caused you. But I do think it would help. We can find someone when we get back home, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Natty.”

<//>

“Just do it! It will be fun! I will go easy, I swear,” Yelena begs.

“Okay, fi-”

“No! No way in Hell. You are not sparring with her,” Natasha argues.

“I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, she kicks my ass,” I say.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the worst case scenario would be if I accidentally killed you,” Yelena says flatly. “But that won’t happen! Please, Natasha. I want to see what she’s got,” she pleads with a pout.

Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath about us being a bunch of children. “Fine, but if you so much as scratch her-”

“Y/N will be fine. Come on,” Yelena says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, I’m flat on my back in the grass, wheezing. I groan as I attempt to sit up, the whole world spinning as I do.

“Yelena! What the hell did I say?! You literally threw her,” Natasha yells.

“No, no. I’m good,” I say weakly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be so...defenseless.”

“I am not defenseless,” I counter.

“You cannot even throw a punch,” the blonde deadpans.

“That doesn’t make her defenseless,” Nat says as she helps me to my feet. “She could take every single one of you out right now without even moving.”

From a few feet away, Melina quirks an eyebrow and Alexei mumbles “she could not take me out.”

“You are delusional, Natasha. How are we supposed to trust this woman to protect you when she cannot even protect herself?”

“She can protect both of us just fine, Yelena. Not that I need anyone’s protection.”

“Your sister has a point,” Melina tells Nat. “Sorry, Y/N,” she adds. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t even know what to say. This is my worst nightmare.

“You must be able to punch when you are in trouble! Much like I did to Captain America back in the day,” Alexei adds.

“Alright, enough. I’ll have you know that Y/N is one of the most powerful Avengers. Actually, she’s a literal goddess,” Natasha snaps.

“Well, of course you would think so. You are her girlfriend,” Melina says.

“Guys, I’m being serious!”

“Do not get snappy with us. We are just looking out for you,” Alexei says.

“I don’t need-”

“Somebody has to be there to keep you safe, and this girl could not bring harm to a plant,” Melina remarks.

“I’m literally standing right here,” I mumble under my breath.

“She literally saved my life! How is that not keeping me safe?!” My eyes widen; what happened to not revealing that tidbit of information?

“What do you mean? You saved her life?” Yelena asks as she turns to address me.

“If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead right now. And you guys never would’ve come back,” Natasha retorts, clenching her jaw.

“What? Why? What happened,” Yelena rambles. I can see the worry etched on her face, and it makes her look oddly childlike. It almost makes me want to pull her into a hug, but I’m fairly certain she’d throat punch me if I tried.

“On a planet called Vormir. A life needed to be sacrificed to get one of the Infinity Stones. It was me, Clint, or Y/N. I tried, but Y/N stopped me. That’s what I mean.” Natasha is seething. She clearly didn’t appreciate her family’s doubts.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena addresses Natasha, but no one has the chance to answer her before Melina speaks up.

“If you sacrificed yourself, then how are you here?”

“It’s complicated,” I say with hesitance. “I am technically a goddess. I have many different powers, but most of them deal with death. When I died, I went to the Underworld, where I met my mother, Hecate, who is a goddess. Then, I came back. Resurrection is one of my powers. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the truth.”

It’s silent for a minute as everyone processes my words. Everyone is staring at me with bewilderment, except for Yelena, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and a deep frown rests upon her lips.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena repeats, this time only a whisper. Natasha finally turns to look at her younger sister and her mouth bobs open and closed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yelena,” Natasha finally says.

“You saved her?” the blonde asks me.

I hesitantly nod my head. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, giving a curt nod before turning and walking mechanically back into the house. I awkwardly clear my throat and turn my gaze to the ground.

“Will you show us?” I raise my head to look at Alexei, confusion crossing my features at his request. “Will you show us your powers, I mean.”

“Dad…” Natasha warns.

“No, it’s okay. I can show you a little bit,” I say, right before teleporting away. I watch from a hill in the distance as Alexei looks frantically around him. I can hear him asking where I went, which makes me laugh.

I teleport into the house and walk around, looking for Yelena. I walk into a bedroom and find her sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. “Hey, are you okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine. Because learning that your sister almost died and there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it is so much fun,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry. We probably could’ve broken the news a bit softer.” I sit on the ground next to her, leaving about a foot of space between us.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be. I am a horrible fighter,” I joke. She chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement.

“That you are. Can I see some of your magic, or whatever it is?” I hold out my hand and black mist dances above it with eerie elegance. I close my fist as it fades away, lowering my hand.

“Cool,” she says with a crooked smile. We hear the front door open and three sets of footsteps entering the house. I hear Nat calling my name.

“You okay?” I check one last time.

“I’m good. Thank you, Y/N, for saving my sister.”

“I’d do anything for her, Yelena. You don’t have to thank me for it.”

The bedroom door opens and Natasha’s head pokes in. “Y/N, we thought you’d completely left for a minute. Everything okay in here?”

Yelena and I look at each other and I look back to Natasha, overwhelmed with love for the redead. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

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codenameantarctica · 3 years ago

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Thanks for your post on Alex ^^ I wholeheartedly agree the dude's a villain. The thing I wonder is though, who is Alex *really* working for? In other words, who the hell is Chernobog's kingpin?! (Call me crazy, but I can't shake the suspicion that Asami's father is playing a role in all of this mess). Any thoughts you'd like to share on the 'brains' behind Chernobog?

Hi and hello to you! I think that it is very likely that in the long run Asami's father is in some way involved in all of this.

We know that he wants his son back in his organization. Maxim talks to Asami about this, but Asami does not want to hear about it.

What we know from 'Finder no Souen' is that Asami wanted to get out of the underworld and out of his father's organization. Yet, after he saved Kuroda from the people who kidnapped him, Asami needed his father's help to dispose of any evidence. After all, Asami had killed a few people.

His father was fine with this, if Asami joined the organization for good. Though - after all this time - it seems that at some point Asami managed to step out of it to built up his own business in Japan which was detached from his father's influence.

Fast forward to today: Asami has been chased out of his own apartment, out of his own turf, out of his own business, out of his own country by Chernobog. He has been running away from them for months, hiding Akihito away at some temple, and Mikhail tells us, that even the Russian government is afraid of meddling with Chernobog.

Yet, all we see of them is them being rather stupid about most of their attempts to kill Asami. If this is not just sloppy writing and plot-armor (and I honestly hope it is not), then the best in-universe-explanation would be that Chernobog was supposed to make it seem like they were after Asami's life, to make him think he needed to run and give up his businesses and everything, until he was so completely left without defense that he had to turn to his dad. They might have sent in Rookies, might have given up quickly, might have not sent in all of their equipment, and might actually just even be happy with risking their own lives for the right kind of money. All in all, this seems to me like Chernobog was more supposed to chase Asami than to actually kill him, in order to make him turn to Daddy.

Enter: Fei Long.

Daddy might not have expected that Asami had a person as powerful as that to jump in to help him. With Mikhail joining in as well there's another big player stepping into the game that's very hard to handle.

The problem with all of this is that it is very confusing and hard to tell where what person is going for what goal. I doubt that Aaron wasn't eager to kill Asami. He definitely wanted to do that. And Yuri probably would not have cared to kill any of them. Then again, Yuri wanted to grasp control over Chernobog and Mikhail's bratva for himself, making him another player in the whole scheme himself.

But the point is, that it seems very often, like either Chernbog was not really trying hard enough, or somebody knew that Asami would be able to survive their attacks anyway. After all, we know that Asami's dad tossed his boy into war to see if he came out on top.

So all in all the idea of Asami's dad might be: I want him back! I will force him. But if he does not survive my attacks, he is not worthy anyway. If he manages to survive, however, he will have no chance but to come back into the company's fold.

And I think for this purpose he is using Chernobog. And Alex is working for him and pretty much involved in all of this, actively using people like Sakazaki and Maxim. Simon on the next page might have been told that the goal is to kill Asami. He might no be in on the "game" and might be one of those who are supposed to think this was for real so they gave their best.

Again my impression is, that Asami's dad IS indeed behind this and that his ideology reads somewhere along these lines: "I want him back, so I use force. If he does not survive the force, he is not worthy. I he survives the force, I win."

An unasked question answered on the side line: I am sure Maxim is innocent because he is a cat lover - just like sensei. Sensei would never write a cat lover to be evil ;)

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wendell and wild spoilers

okay i liked wendell and wild a lot i just wish it felt a little more coherent? like i think if you just accept everything about the world at face value and never ask why anything is the way it is then it’s fine but if you question it at all you really don’t end up with a lot of answers. it feels really weird also because they’re drawing on so many real things, like hell and private prisons and catholicism, when it’s not really necessary and invites those questions. like i wouldn’t be asking why a catholic priest has no issues making deals with demons or why like 80% of the staff is actively dealing with them if you had just made it a secular private school. i wouldn’t be asking why hell appears to be one guy, who is not the devil, running a theme park on his belly if you had just called it like the underworld or the afterlife or something. also it switched themes at the end because everything before that was about kat’s guilt complex and now all of a sudden we’re talking about how parents can ruin their relationships with their own kids? and i wish that characters had more personality i guess like raul’s whole thing was just helpful and artistic and he’s probably one of the top five most important characters. same with sister helen. also what even is a hellmaiden? like there’s no explanation given for what this means for kat or what her relationship is to hell. she has powers and an optional demon contract that’s break but like is she immortal, is she part demon, is she doomed to hell, etc and i think it would have been easier to get away with hand waving that if she had just been magical and not specifically of hell. like im not confused because like i said if you take every bit of internal logic at its face the movie is fine but when you start to poke it’s like well. whatever

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So uh, would the end of runs count as an escalation of the abuse? Like Ik it's a last resort to stop Zagreus from leaving, but it also shows that he has no qualms with hurting Zag to get what he wants.

I definitely had not yet gotten to the end of a run when you sent this ask, nonny, and I was all set to scold you gently for spoilery stuff, but you were actually trying very hard to be nonspecific and this only pinged as a spoiler because I was already pretty sure how things were going to end anyway. So good job trying to be vague! I have now fought through to what is fairly clearly the final boss, and my answer is, categorically, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING YES.

(We are going to just keep putting Hades posts under cuts until they stop being about a parent abusing their kid! I realize this helps nobody on mobile and I am tagging for that purpose but hey, at least I might save someone's dash! I swear I will talk about other things in this game eventually! Until then, once again, CW abuse.)

It’s not even about the violence, entirely. Like, yes, it’s about the violence--but Hades has shown all along that he has no qualms with hurting Zag (with killing him, over and over again) to get what he wants. Even if we take most of the enemies we’re facing as general nuisances of the zones we travel through, and not Hades’ doing (and oh, if Hades wanted he could give Zagreus a safe escort through those zones in an instant), there are obstacles put in our way that are obviously and deliberately commanded by Hades to stop us at all costs. The level bosses, for one. (Also, remember the Hades voiceovers we get at every ‘survive for 45 seconds’ level?) He wants us to stop. He wants us to die, and yes we’ll come back, but he’s still setting his employees to hurt us, so like, that’s very much a thing to begin with.

The fact that he’s willing to take up arms against us and kill us himself probably feels like a big escalation to Hades personally. What really gets me is the dialogue. “I have always kept my temper, unlike you.” Wildly revisionist history, placing all of the blame for what’s about to happen on Zagreus the victim for ‘making me do this’. The absolute disgust and disdain, when he finally gets us. “I have slain titans, boy.” He’s spent a lot of time throwing scathing remarks in our general direction, wanting us to bow under them, being blandly sarcastic and self-satisfied and smug, but he's never sounded like that.

Because, before now, he thought we couldn’t do what we set out to do. He thought our suffering as we tried was its own punishment, and he enjoyed watching that punishment. He did not watch us fail with the affectionate resignation of a parent watching a child learn a harsh lesson. He watched us and gloated.

The thing that infuriates him now is not that we’re trying to do the thing we literally said we were trying to do ninety-eight runs ago at the start of the game. He could have stopped us from trying at any time. Hypnos to put us to sleep. Literal chains. Had he bothered for five seconds to actually step into the courtyard beyond our room, we could be disarmed and helpless. But it’s fun for him to watch us fail, and it proves that he’s right about us and how pathetic we are, and it reassures him that he’s right about the universe, that nobody can escape from Hades, that we are stupid and foolish and weak. What drives him to such absolute fury now is not that we’re trying, but the fact that we’re about to succeed. We’re going to prove him wrong, prove that he was wrong about how he handled this situation in the first place, and that’s flatly unacceptable.

There is no interpretation of this fight that does not include Hades wanting us to feel inferior, subjugated, crushed. It’s not about keeping us in his realm. It’s about breaking us, for daring to try to escape in the first place.

No matter why he’s doing it. And let’s get into that for a sec, the “it’s a last resort to stop Zagreus from leaving” bit. At this point in the game, I don’t know why Hades is so desperate to stop Zag from leaving. I haven’t found out yet! Don’t tell me! Don’t hint about it! But from where I’m standing, I can see, hmm, five main possibilities?

He is trying to protect Zagreus from something on the surface.

He is trying to protect the world from Zagreus, whose arrival out of hell will destroy something/everything in some magic way that Hades knows about but keeps secret.

Zagreus is actually a prisoner, meant to be chained in the Underworld for crimes he doesn’t remember committing, Tisiphone is right, and we were meant to be as condemned as Sisyphus all along but Hades has been generous.

Hades made it law a long time ago that nobody and nothing escapes the Underworld, and Zagreus cannot be allowed to break that law because nobody breaks Hades’ laws, period. He could have chosen to make an exception but he did not, so all of this is flagrantly illegal and needs to be punished.

Hades himself is trapped in the Underworld, or at least feels that way, and is projecting and taking it out on his kid.

My best guess is that it’s some combination of a few of those (like, I am fairly sure that #5 is absolutely true no matter what other reasons are in place as well). Thing is? While I’m curious about this mystery for the story’s sake, I also really fundamentally do not care.

Any one of these things could better have been accomplished by telling Zagreus literally anything. Even if there’s magic and prophecy bullshit binding Hades away from explaining the whole truth, it is not hard to hint at vague disaster befalling innocent bystanders “because of cosmic reasons I am beholden to keep secret”. Hell, Hades’ own life becomes easier if he restrains himself just the tiniest bit in an effort to make Zagreus not want to leave in the first place. Hades clearly does not want this to be happening! He doesn’t seem to regret any of his actions, but he sure is annoyed and infuriated that he has to go through the trouble of doing them. Literally one explanation could solve so much.

If the reason is to protect Zagreus? Then it is one thousand times bullshit, and I think the game knows that. (The game has to know that.) When your kid is so miserable that they’d rather flee straight into traffic to escape you, then your kid is not safe. Nothing that could hurt him on the surface--finding out that Persephone doesn’t love him and never did and in fact wants him dead and tortured for eternity--is any worse than what he’s facing down here. He already knows one parent feels that way. At least out of the Underworld he has the option to find some relatives who don’t.

And yet this situation doesn’t ping the “stupid plot that could never happen because it entirely rests on unrealistically shitty communication” sensors. Because it absolutely, categorically makes sense for the Hades we’ve come to know to refuse to explain himself. Whether he’s got good reasons or bad ones, HIS WORD IS LAW, and how dare anybody ask him to justify or clarify it, ever.

I am very very sure that Hades has lots of reasons: reasons for being furious, and bitter, and for making rules about his son never leaving the Underworld, and for being so desperate to enforce those rules, and for all of it. Some of them may even be good. What makes him an abuser, what those reasons do not and cannot justify, is the verbal and physical violence he uses against the people in his care to cope with those problems.

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I need u to explain something to me

Phoebe forgave Cole when he spent the whole season 3 trying to kill her because « Balthazar did it » and Cole «changed » (🤷🏻‍♀️). Like Balthazar and Cole were two differents entities and Cole was a victim (I used to think that was bullshit and Cole should have been killed in s3.) Phoebe was even dating him when he was a demon using his power for « good »

So Why did phoebe was so hell bent on killing him in s05 and say that he was evil when he was infected by the Source ? You could argue that Cole and the Source were also two entities ? And that he was under the influence of the Source / a victim ?

In s05,He even tried to use his demonic powers for « good », exactly like S3. I guess i don’t get why in s03, Cole was a « innocent That had to be saved » but in s05 he had to be killed ?

SHORT ANSWER:

LONG ANSWER: 2k under the cut

pt i - 1k so out of universe explanation like as we moved into s4 the show really favored these long overarching plotlines as opposed to something like s2 which really didn't have any big plot just vibes. inching back a lil further i think in s3 the introduction of a demon love interest was really like. like kinda bound to happen now that we've given pleo their type of happily ever after the will they won't they is over the heavens forbid it is over now we need another relationship to add a bit of spice to the mix and what better than like. a demon? so you run phole and they're kinda. your main source of drama consistently throughout the season yes there's the vague looming threat of the source but really it's phoebe and cole weaving together thru these episodes putting meat on these bones. i think the first faux-vanquish was bound to happen, because like the relationship is still so fresh and you haven't even got to the demon-tries-to-be-good point yet you're still in the heat and angst of betrayal like baby. there are still miles to go here. there's no way you're ending this yet. (which like. yeah i agree like. in universe cole totally should have been killed in s3. also out of universe bc like. i can't say i was hella in love with what was going on over there lmao. whoops.)

anyways. we hit season 4 and you have cole being good demon! yeah! but this whole time you kinda know what you're leading up to like the source is being name checked a bit too much here chekhov's demon if you will if the source doesn't actually you know fuckin show up and try to kill them this season well then what the fuck is he doing? but then. what do you do once u kill the source like end ur show r u joking moniee baby let's add some drama ooh u know what what if cole the demon became the source. which i think like. you need someone to become the source someone close to them and you can't do a sister (or can you?) because u need the power of three also what r u gonna kill a sister and you can't really do leo just because you've made him such a softboi healer kind emotional type. but u know who's dark n mysterious with an evil past who is very much tied up in the lives of our girls? cole.

so i think like from the beginning they knew they were doing source cole because how do u pick between the love of ur life and ur sisters the drama so on so forth i think they knew they needed phoebe married to cole before they went all in because you really need that he’s family too pull. but out of universe for the life of me i cannot tell if they were implying cole was actually evil or not. my personal conspiracy theory is that some people in the writers room were like cole is misunderstood and really trying to be good and others were like okay he was underworld’s top demon for 100 years maybe reflect on that?? and both these views are heading towards the same goal (source!cole) but have different opinions on who cole is beyond that plotline. but idk!

and then as a personal opinion i think the source plotline really bogged down s4 like. :/. and i think the show kinda felt that too that this wasn’t really sustainable the show is charmed after all named after the charmed ones if you have a show where there are just two witches one of them’s trying to kill their sister the other just got here and then our third sister is like. queen of hell, but is kinda being a bimbo about it (respectfully) like. that’s not charmed. it could be A Show, but it’s not this show, which i repeat. is charmed. which i think is why they immediately backtracked on the s5 intention to do Phoebe: Queen of Hell and then like snorted a line and powered out the quickest way to get phoebe back in the fold, to which the conclusion was: him or us. the whole core of the drama how do you pick between the love of your life and your sisters like. better decide the answer. you only get one. and obvi it’s gotta be the sisters; again: this is charmed also you already played your back pocket half-sister card you only get to use that move once. which means. sisters have been chosen. cole has to go.

but!! everyone loves cole everyone loves phoebe and cole they’re the ones bringing like. the heat the passion the sex appeal because respectfully piper and leo Are Not they’re the domestic fantasy and paige just got here so she’s not really ready to shoulder that burden quite yet. so like. phoebe and cole am i rite. let’s bring back cole. but u already had phoebe definitively chose her sisters you already had them vanquish cole you can’t really revert back to the same him vs them thing that powered s4 because you already know the answer. (i guess. again this is all just speculation i was not there when this was happening i was 5. wait actually. okay yeah s5 started airing in september 2002 i was 2. lmao.) but you’ve brought cole back what are you going to do with him what’s his main motivation. well. his motivation at first was kill phoebe. then it was i’m in love with phoebe. like it’s always been phoebe. so clearly it must be phoebe again. cole will do anything!! to get back phoebe. but it’s too late. phoebe has already made the irrevocable decision to be with her sisters. so therefore. cole will be obsessed with her and she will reject him at every turn. we’re gonna give cole a lot of screentime in this futile and cringe chase for love tho why? bc julian <3 what a guy. hey should he date paige?

pt ii - 1k and then an In Universe explanation let’s get started. phoebe has had no longer term relationships. definitely no on screen ones. the closest thing we got to any implication of serious romance was clay in s1. she didn’t get anywhere w eric bc his mind got wiped, the cupid was obvi a no-go from the beginning, and billy Isn’t Real. so this relationship with cole is really like the first serious relationship she’s had in a minute and she fell hard and she fell fast, but could you blame her? cole was literally her perfect guy he built himself to be Literally her perfect guy. and when you find out your perfect guy is a demon like. how do you rationalize that. because quite frankly he has had many opportunities to kill you can he hasn’t so like. he can’t be that bad. it can’t all be fake. you really hope it’s not all fake. and then, like, of course, there’s the belthazor element. like. he literally has a demon form. turns big red and scary. phoebe’s no demonologist. i’m sure she can just rationalize that as a jekyll and hyde situation cole is just some innocent strapped along for the hellish ride manned by some evil beast. but around her, he can conquer that demon. because that’s a demon. belthazor’s a demon. cole is a human cole is good cole is an innocent and he had no power over those things. so i think that’s the mentality that phoebe really carried thru to s4, and then cole becomes human. and then cole becomes the source, but you don’t know it. and cole really tries to fight the source when he’s with her you know true love is the greatest force blah blah blah so like. odds are phoebe doesn’t notice. a) we’re still kind of settling into the “new cole” because he hasn’t been demon-free well, like, ever, so u need to figure out what that looks like and then b) now that he doesn’t have his jekyll-side or whatever you two are free you can be in love and god do you want to be in love you want something that’s yours something to hold on to because lately it kind of seems that everything you love is being ripped away so god please can you just have this one thing that’s yours. so i think phoebe really overlooked any signs of cole’s source possession. she only saw cole. her cole. the man she loved. Which Means When Shit Really Hit The Fan, phoebe doesn’t see this as the source possession finally taking over she has no idea of the internal battle cole has been facing inside himself (and then not to mention phoebe is also kinda drugged up rn on pure evil so we’re not in the Best headspace) phoebe kinda just seeing this as the mask being ripped off. all the clues she’s been ignoring over the past couple months have been finally exposed: cole is evil. (which: the clues actually read as cole is possessed By evil. but who’s gonna tell her that? the seer? no one else knows if anyone should know it’s phoebe but she was so busy trying to pretend everything was perfect that she was finally gonna get to be happy that she missed the source living right under her nose so. whoops.)

and then entering s5 i think phoebe keeps with the mentality that cole was actually evil this whole time. like she didn’t know he was possessed she didn’t know when this possession started so the natural conclusion is cole is just Like This and she’s a bimbo. blinded by love. and i think this really starts to backtrack and put everything else in a negative light because like. had she not been trying to save cole prue wouldn’t have died. also. cole never explicitly told her that belthazor was a separate entity. she had just assumed. because she thought she knew him. but clearly she didn’t because he was the fucking source of all evil and she couldn’t tell because evidently she didn’t know cole at all. he and belthazor were probably just one and the same. he let her believe that, let her see what he wanted to see, so he could have what he wanted. her. all to himself. no one else no other life but him. and i mean again who’s gonna refute that i think phoebe really builds up an echo chamber in her head calling herself and idiot calling cole evil and promising to never fall for it again that by the time cole shows up ready to give it one last shot at good, phoebe’s like no. i’ve seen what you are before. and i’m not gonna get another sister killed i’m not gonna fall for evil again. because!! cole trying to be good in s5 looks the same as cole trying to be good in s3 s4. cole being in love with phoebe in s5 looks the same as cole being in love with phoebe in s3 s4 (actually it’s a lil bit more bonkers and possessive but u get the point). and this is because he was! he was in love with phoebe he was trying to be good, but phoebe, post-source!cole almost killing her sisters, has reached to conclusion that cole that whole time was consciously evil, because she was never able to tell the difference between her cole and source!cole, given the fact he always actively suppressed that side around her. around her, cole never changed, despite getting progressively more evil to the world around him, because his love for phoebe fought it off. which really was the downfall. because if she had seen the markers and seen him as something other than her cole, maybe this whole thing could have been salvaged. but she was blinded by her love for roughly like what. two three months? and in her head reached the conclusion that she was actually blinded by love the entire time. so rather than fall for that again she just kept her eyes shut.

#i feel like this is simultaneously phoebe sympathetic and then also makes her look real bad #bc like. like.#like if she knows everything we know there's no way she acts the way she does #but she doesn't know everything we know That's Why She Acts That Way #but at the same time u feel like she should know Something i mean like babe at least Something #but i feel like just. insanely oblivious is the only explanation #charmed #phoebe halliwell #cole turner #yeah #💌

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normanblowup · 3 years ago

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I think I remember you mentioned that Lillie had some relation with the underworld and Millie with love. That's super interesting! How does that connection work? How do they find out?

OOOOHHHH!! ok here i go lol i don’t think there’s a proper reason as to why they have these powers like in the grand scheme of metalocalypse, i think they’re just things they’re afflicted with without purpose (because my brain isn’t big enough to come up with a reason pfffft)

Lillie: (artwork to go with this)

ok i don’t really have an explanation as to why yet (like story wise) but i think lillie is sort of like…. the reincarnation of Charon the boat driver for the river styx in the underworld who guided dead souls into hell basically. i think it would be sort of his own version, but the thing is hell is different now like it has a different way of doing things so they didn’t need him anymore, so he got like reincarnated into a human man.

but the souls of the damned are still connected to him, and he thinks they’re nightmares/hallucinations but it’s actually more like visions/glimpses of the past (like serious past, like before time and shit**) that the dead people are sort of like whispering to him. they do this because when he worked in the underworld, he was probably the only person to comfort them i believe. he ushered them in, he was the first face they saw when they died and were put to eternal damnation, so they like him more than anyone else. but he’s not in hell anymore, so they have to reach out to him to tell him the stories they used to tell him.

which sucks for him cus it’s terrifying. i don’t think he ever properly “finds out” and i don’t think millie does either about her own powers, but i think after awhile they start to get suspicious. like lillie will get told a story by fucking william shakespeare in his bed at 2 in the morning and he’ll be like.. ok what?

**like some serious eldritch horror shit, but he also gets people from medieval times, and other historical periods. sometimes he’ll even get someone who died recently and has been told by the other souls or something that lillie’s sort of the go-to guy.

Millie: (artwork to go with this)

I think with millie it’s much less, like creepy and more just sad for her. i think she’s sort of a cupid character who has love surrounding her and anyone who meets her will meet their soulmate through her. but she never meets her own. (well until dick but—)

so like if you’re a featured artist on one of her songs and you go to meet up with her, you’ll be just talking with her having a good time and then you’ll look over at one of the sound technicians and it’s like your whole life flashed before your eyes and your suddenly like omg, that’s the one. and millie will have to stand by and watch the adoration in your eyes and weep over the fact that that look is never pointed at her.

she knows that it happens, like it’s been something she’s dealt with ever since she was a kid. i think when she was hanging out with pickles when she was younger there was probably a time she had a small crush on him, but he eventually found some other girl who he seemed to like better. every single time millie thought she had feelings for him, fate would swoop in and introduce a new girl. so she sort of gave up on the front, she doesn’t have feelings for him now. (her feelings for him before weren’t really all that serious but it still hurt.)

she’s eventually to the point where she’s basically wallowing in self pity when dick knubbler becomes her producer. (a few years before he works for dethklok.) she meets him and she’s immediately enthralled by his awkward creepiness. like he asks her on a date and she freaks out in happiness, no one has asked her on a date in god knows when. especially not someone she had feelings for.

and he sort of becomes the end to it, like her powers are much more subdued now that she has someone to give all her love to. they don’t go away altogether, but it’s much less obvious now especially since she doesn’t pay attention to it anymore.

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astrodances · 4 years ago

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**SLIGHT SPOILERS for “The Fight for Castle McDuck!” ahead!**

Because writing Goldie and Louie texting is so much fun.

*****

Yet Another Secret of Clan McDuck!

Goldie both loves and hates room service.

She loves the anticipation of knowing that a nice, hot meal that she didn’t have to make herself can and will arrive at any minute, ready for her to dig into after a long day of going after her next mark. But at the same time...she hates the actual waiting.

Still, it gives her time to freshen up, relax a bit. Maybe get a movie started on the TV, or text a certain green...nephew.

Only a week ago now, Goldie found out from her sources (while heading down to the Underworld to get a certain fallen wreath) that Louie had been at The Spice-A-Torium in Instanbull the week before that, facing off against Rockerduck himself, with the help of yet another kid to add to the family list (how many did that make now?). Of course, Goldie had texted him right after hearing that to see how he fared (she knew things could get spicy at those dealings), but what she didn’t tell him is that her source had said that Louie had used her as a reference in a couple of side deals, calling her “Aunt Goldie,” and that now, people were identifying him as “O’Gilt’s nephew.”

She really should’ve reminded him not to throw out ties that casually, that people could use it against him, or even her, but...they both have reputations that protect them (and if not, well, they’d be messing with the wrong aunt then). And, if she’s being honest with herself...she likes the way “O’Gilt’s nephew” sounds.

Not that she’s going to tell him that anytime soon.

Goldie sinks into her room’s couch, her phone already out and opened to her texts, and wills her heart to ignore that increasingly-familiar familial warmth bubbling up once again. Scrooge and the kids are staying in Dismal Downs for a couple of days, and it’s bad enough that she’s planning on sneaking into McDuck Manor before they get back not to steal something, but to surprise Scrooge and Louie when they get there.

But that doesn’t mean her heart has to make a big deal out of it.

Goldie: How’s the castle, kid?

It’s getting close to midnight in Scotland, so Goldie won’t be surprised if she doesn’t hear from Louie until tomorrow on the half-chance he’s already asleep. She drops her phone to her side and picks up her water bottle from the end table, taking sip after sip.

After a minute, her phone buzzes with a message, then another, making her smile more than she has any right to.

Sharpie: Cold as ever. And y’know, we found some magical bagpipes, saved them from some bad guys, and had some statues of our ancestors come to life. Typical day. 😝

Sharpie: Also we met our Aunt Matilda.

Goldie smiles again, this time though over Scrooge’s sister. She’s met her exactly twice, both times by circumstance (her past self would never have let her get close enough to Scrooge to willingly want to meet his family), but each time ended up being a riot as Matilda would tease Scrooge for having a girlfriend, thus helping her give him hell (yet another trait of her past self). Looking back between those meetings and the first night she met the triplets, Goldie now knows exactly where the boys get their teasing gene from.

Goldie: I like her. Give her my regards.

Goldie looks up and finally takes stock of what’s on TV. Whatever channel she put it on has delved into a new movie, some comedy from the forties. She can live with it, so she turns her attention to the time on her phone just as a new message comes in.

Any minute now. Food.

But for now, she’s looking at a selfie of Louie with Matilda leaning over his shoulder, waving at the camera. They’re surrounded by bits of concrete and other debris, with their sleeves rolled up and their clothes covered in dust, and Goldie can just make out the back of Scrooge’s broadcloth coat in the background as he lifts something onto a pedestal of some sort.

Sharpie: She’s right here. She says hi!

Goldie grins and nods silently at her phone, happy to see both of them looking well, but surprised at how...awake everyone seems to be in the castle at their hour.

Goldie: Hi Matilda!

Goldie: Also: did a twister take a wrong turn in Glasgow?

Sharpie: Right. The statues? They kinda made a mess of things, so we have to fix them. There was...a lot of fighting here tonight.

She doesn’t press it, not now. She’s about to eat, and everyone there seems to be happy for now. Luckily for her, Louie saves her from having to think of something to say in response.

Sharpie: Wait, oh man, hang on.

Goldie does as told, watching with renewed interest as a few seconds pass before those three little typing bubbles pop up. Briefly, she considers that the statues have come back to life.

After more than a minute of on-again/off-again bubbles, she finds herself getting interested in the movie and drinking her water again. Just as she takes a long sip, a new text chimes in.

Sharpie: Aunt Matilda wants me to ask you, how are things in Goldieburg?

Goldie does a spit take, her water spraying out into the room and all over her phone screen. Whatever brain cells she has left are used to automatically wipe her screen across her sleeve to dry it, because she’s otherwise occupied with her face heating up and Louie’s last word echoing through her head.

Goldieburg???

Matilda’s teasing. It must be her teasing, though...Goldieburg...is definitely a new one. One she can’t even begin to imagine the origins of, though she suspects that Scrooge’s face is probably just as red as hers right now. She also suspects that another fight is starting up, and judging by the fact that Louie was able to send his last text, she’d wager that Matilda is winning.

A knock on her door draws Goldie’s attention away from her phone, but does little to calm the growing turmoil within her. Of course her food would arrive at this moment. She spares a final gawk at her phone before getting up and throwing it to the couch cushions.

It takes all remaining ounces of her self-control for Goldie to ignore the bellboy’s questioning stares at her frenzied appearance as he pushes her room service table into the room, pops open the wine for her, and tells her that she can call the front desk at anytime for them to come get the table when she’s done. She doesn’t know how much she actually tips him, but judging by the wide, bubbly grin that replaces his stare as he rushes out, her mind was far from her wallet when she opened it.

Food. Also far from her mind, for now.

Goldie snatches up her phone as soon as the door is locked again, hoping that there’ll be some explanation waiting for her.

It’s not that she’s embarrassed by the teasing - heaven knows that she’ll be the first to tease Scrooge, for any number of reasons - but this one seems so...personal. So specific. She supposed she should be flattered to affect Scrooge so much that he came up with this, whatever the circumstances. And perhaps that’s it - maybe it’s not the shock of the...uniqueness of “Goldieburg,” but rather it’s that stupid schoolgirl-crush-like warmth creeping through her veins at the idea of Scrooge getting flustered about her around his family, of him telling them about her - however involuntarily or distractedly, it seems - in a way other than a cautionary warning.

That, and Louie knows about it. Somehow, she has the feeling that this is going to be so much worse than him - any of the kids, really - calling her “aunt.”

There are notifications for seven new texts and a photo.

Sharpie: Uncle Scrooge says for you to totally read that last text and to definitely bring it up next time you see him

Sharpie: And that Goldieburg is his favorite place in the whole wide world

Sharpie: and that I should stop texting if I wanna stay in the will

Sharpie: wait what??

Goldie notices a time jump between the last text and the next.

Sharpie: Good news, I’m still in the will, thanks to Aunt Matilda.

A picture follows, of Matilda holding Scrooge back with one arm looped under his shoulder and the other holding him in a headlock. There’s a dead-seriousness in Matilda’s eyes but otherwise she looks like she just won the sibling battle to end all sibling battles. Scrooge, meanwhile, is redder than his coat, missing his hat, and looks ready to break Louie’s phone, even though there’s no way in hell he’s getting out of his current predicament, especially considering that an emu is holding one of his legs in its beak. Still, the photo seems to have been taken from a safe distance away.

(Goldie will have to ask about the emu later, when things aren’t so....chaotic.)

Sharpie: Sooooo...does this make you the mayor of Goldieburg? Or is Scrooge the mayor and you’re the leading citizen? 😂

Sharpie: Oh! Apparently there’s a Goldiesota, too!

Goldie is now very certain that she is on fire, especially with that penultimate text. It seems that she and Scrooge are both definite victims of teasing here now. She buries her head into her free hand and rubs it down her face, pausing to type out the only response she can manage right now.

Goldie: I no longer like Matilda.

Louie’s response is immediate.

Sharpie: Awww

Sharpie: But she likes you! In fact, she says she would *love* to live in Goldieburg.

Sharpie: I would, too! I can just imagine it - cons and schemes widespread, with no laws getting in the way. Infinite gold that holds its value. It’d be paradise!

Sharpie: Though I’m sure Uncle Scrooge has something different in mind.

Sharpie: Wait ew. No. Nevermind.

Sharpie: But you know what I mean.

Sharpie: 💛💛💛💛💛

Goldie rolls her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly her appetite is back, and the movie seems very captivating. She needs a distraction right now, anything to quell the butterflies. She may be warming up to the idea of family, but right now, she feels like she’s being pulled straight into the heart of the castle across the ocean, and that’s a little too much.

So she throws her phone on silent and wanders over to the room service table, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle before lifting the tray cover on the center plate to see the juiciest-looking steak one could ever hope for, still steaming.

Culinary bliss.

By the time she finishes eating, Goldie is certain that all of Castle McDuck is asleep, or that they should be. She saw enough debris in those pictures, they’ll need the rest to finish cleaning up tomorrow. So she dares to turn her phone face-up again and take it off silent mode.

Handfuls of texts from multiple people, and several missed calls.

She delves into those from Scrooge first. As much as she doesn’t want to talk to him yet about all this - and she’s sure he feels the same way - if he tried to reach out to her, then she knows he’s going to at least provide the basic facts, without any teasing. An anchor point for her to refer to in her other texts.

Sourdough: Don’t listen to any of them, the hellions! I swear it’s not what you think. Whatever it is you’re thinking.

Sourdough: We can talk this over if you want, dear. Whenever you want.

Sourdough: Or not talk it over. I personally would like to forget Matilda ever opened her big dumb mouth.

Sourdough: Correction. Matilda does “not have a big dumb mouth and tell her that I am the best sister you could ever hope for, or I’ll serve Emu-tilda her breakfast in your hat.”

That text earns a particularly amused snicker from Goldie. She can just imagine the giant bird she saw in the picture earlier staring Scrooge down as he typed that.

Sourdough: Look, can I call you?

Goldie surmises the missed calls from Scrooge happened here.

Sourdough: Never mind. We’ll catch up after this trip. When I’m *not* surrounded by these...troublemakers. Good night, love.

The butterflies have moved from Goldie’s stomach to her heart, and an entirely new anticipation fills her with excitement. If she was a schoolgirl in this situation, she imagines this would be like having to wait over the weekend to talk to her crush on the playground on Monday. Never mind the fact that she’s not even trying to figure out how to get out of this, at least not yet, she realizes belatedly.

There’s one more text from Scrooge, sent after a time jump.

Sourdough: Do NOT believe anything you hear about Clan McScrooge!

Goldie has to stifle a laugh at that, and guesses that she’ll definitely be seeing more of “Clan McScrooge” in her other text messages. But first...

Goldie: Good night, Scroogey. 😘

She’s so tempted to send “Scroogey McScroogey,” but between that and “Goldieburg,” she really shouldn’t tempt fate when they’re all each other has in a boat surrounded by teasing family.

It takes all of five seconds for Scrooge to send back a response, one that’s so simple but enough to tune out the night’s noise for a few moments.

Sourdough: ❤️

She imagines him fumbling to put his phone back on his nightstand next to some big ornate medieval-style bed, his mind already luring him back to a deep sleep. Never mind the whole “Goldieburg” thing, it sounds like he already had an exhausting night between the fighting and the statues and the bagpipes. And the emu.

As she swipes back to see her conversations, Goldie immediately notices an unknown number with a few texts waiting for her. After reading the first one, she makes a contact for it.

Emu-tilda: Goldie! This is Matilda, Scrooge’s favorite sister.

Emu-tilda: Louie gave me your phone number to help make sure you’re okay.

Okay? Goldie pauses, a wave of uninvited guilt washing over her, and she fights every instinct to immediately switch to Louie’s texts. Instead, she wills herself to read through Matilda’s, if at a faster speed.

Emu-tilda: I’m sorry about Goldieburg and all. When I saw that it was you that Louie was talking to, I wanted to get under Scroogey’s skin a bit, so I told the bairns a tale from ages ago.

Emu-tilda: I’m sure Scrooge will fill you in, and if not, I’ll be more than happy to.

Goldie makes a mental note of the offer, and of the ensuing picture of a smiling, somewhat frazzled-looking Matilda with her arm wrapped around her emu, posing for the camera. She’ll respond to her texts later, but for now, she switches to her conversation with Louie, having to scroll back up to where he left off.

Sharpie: An update: Uncle Scrooge got out of the headlock, and is now chasing Aunt Matilda on her emu around the room.

Sharpie: Matilda’s on the emu, that is. Scrooge can’t catch his breath.

Sharpie: Oh! Now they’re in the hallways!

Sharpie: And Scrooge has a sword from the wall.

Sharpie: He’s totally defending your honor.

A blurry picture follows of Scrooge from behind, wielding a sword as he runs after his sister, a scowl clear on the visible side of his face. Goldie saves the photo - she can definitely use this later.

Sharpie: Wait no, now the emu has the sword!

Another picture, this one much more stable, follows again. Indeed, the emu has somehow gotten ahold of Scrooge’s sword and is now chasing him through some sort of dining hall. Matilda herself even looks surprised and worried as she clutches at the feathers on the bird’s back.

Another keeper for the camera roll, if only for the sheer hilarity of it all.

Sharpie: Ok, Great-Grandma Downy is awesome. She totally just yanked the sword right out of the emu’s mouth while she was still running. Emu’s confined to Matilda’s room for the rest of the night. We’re all having some hot chocolate around a fire.

Sharpie: So, all’s well that end’s well.

There’s another time jump before the last batch of texts.

Sharpie: Right...?

Sharpie: Aunt Goldie?

Sharpie: You’re not mad about all this, are you? We’re all sorry for teasing you and Uncle Scrooge, and I know he didn’t mean anything bad by Goldieburg.

Sharpie: Are you ok?

Judging from the next few texts, Goldie guesses that this is when the missed calls from Louie came in.

Sharpie: I’m guessing you’re busy. At least, I hope so.

Sharpie: Again, it was all just some family teasing. Y’know how it is.

Sharpie: If it makes you feel any better, you can bring up Clan McScrooge the next time you talk to him.

Sharpie: Goldie?

Goldie blinks up from her phone, overwhelmed by the growing panic radiating from the texts and the guilt rekindled in herself. The idea of Louie, let alone anyone in Scrooge’s family, being this worried about her, even if there’s no actual cause for it, makes it hard to swallow and she finds herself quickly reaching for her water, chugging down the last third of it.

Y’know how it is.

She can’t say that she does. Her own family was never this close, never bounced back this easily after fights. They never...cared like this.

Maybe her heart’s right in making a big deal out of this.

After a few deep breaths, Goldie finally answers Louie.

Goldie: I’m ok, Sharpie. Was just eating dinner, had my phone on silent. Didn’t mean to scare you.

She’s very much surprised and totally-not-touched when he immediately texts back. He should definitely be asleep at this point.

Sharpie: Oh good. So, you’re not mad?

Goldie: Mad? No. Curious about the emu? Most definitely.

Sharpie: 😂😂 Understandable.

Goldie: You should be in bed though.

Sharpie: Oh I am! Couldn’t sleep yet though.

Goldie: Uh-huh. Love you too. Now go to sleep.

Sharpie: 🥰😴💛

Goldie: 💚

Not even half an hour ago, Goldie would have sworn off her impending trip to McDuck Manor in the name of not wanting to face Scrooge after the revelation of Goldieburg. But now the trip is back on, and she can’t deny to herself that she’s eager to see the ones she cares about.

That, and pay a visit to Scrooge McScrooge, mayor of Goldieburg.

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