#its genuinely a miracle that im still alive

[mr-gay-sex-man]

lore drop in the tags ^ (imagine that but pointing down)

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[mind-intheclouds342]

Kinda weird how the reader was able to get up and beat jimmy's ass after being unconscious to the point where genuine miracle worker Anya thought she was gonna never wake up for 3 weeks

But I'll let it slide due to rage being a terrific motivator.

Also, for 3 weeks, Curly thought jimmy killed his wife ( his beloved wife, who warned him about jimmy for years) and probably wished for death more than anything. So they were probably both having that reaction of 'oh my god, you're alive' that reader didn't know that was also a part of it reaction because she didn't think she was out that long.

I was actually thinking a mix between the rage and the painkiller because, those things are great in the game, you gave one to curly and he stop groaning, i want those.

And for the second, about the 3 weeks... Its gonna be more morbid (or maybe not, im still working on it) those 3 weeks, for Curly (he saw) and for reader (she doesnt know) buut lets just wait and lets see what destiny have for us

[sweeetrandall]

here is what happened in miracle mask, to me.

randall is not jealous about his high school girlfriend i genuinely dont think he was that in love with her judging by the amount of status and pressure to marry both of them had like. randall lamented how she wouldnt support him like his dad like i dont think they would have been very happy together ignoring the fact they were teenagers.

i DO think he would still be a terrorist about everyone forgetting about him. but over "stealing his love" he doesnt care he hasnt thought about angela in 18 years. but something intrinsic to his character is wanting to be noticed and acknowledged for his achievements so realizing he had been "wasting time" for so long and hearing about what he used to do/what he did accomplish before he lost it i think he would be pretty upset about that. combined with just being overwhelmed with all the (manipulated) regained memories. yeah i think he would be pretty hurt and do all that.

henry would probably stay and establish monte dor because i do think his "loyalty" is true but its not very heartwarming to me. i think a large part of it is from being raised in an environment where he was always a subordinate made to serve randall he probably genuinely believes its his main purpose. and thats not a "magic of loyalty and friendship" moment to me its kind of tragic. not to mention randalls parents were still alive and given the fact he is still looking after mrs ascot 18 years later i think he held an obligation to the entire family. its also kind of poetic to me that he grew up to be the wealthy and successful successor of the ascot fortune that mr ascot wanted randall to be, coupled with how randall felt like his dad liked henry more than him, its all kind of twisted. and i do think randall would be kind of enraged seeing this.

angela did not lavender marry henry she left the town like hershel did for very similar reasons. the minute mg showed up henry probably contacted her first and didn't bother to contact hershel because he held a grudge against him even before randall died. angela would come to monte dor to observe the situation and go oh hes setting people on fire? and hes speaking in riddles? i think thats randall. have you talked to hershel about this? do you know hes a famous archaeologist who solves village-wide mysteries now? what do you mean you haven't told hershel? im telling hershel.

i wouldnt change anything about how hershel handled it up to mg because i think its beautiful and perfect yeah he would be so wracked with guilt he'd dedicate the rest of his life to his best friend and become him yeah mhm. but i think at the end of it all. randall would feel the strongest connection with him not henry and angela. because hershel was the guy who i think treated him best and respected his legacy, in randalls eyes, after he died... would randall hold a level of resentment toward hershel oh absolutely. but i think most of randalls rage comes from people forgetting him. he has a whole vengeful ghost/angel thing going on. and hershel "every puzzle has an answer" "critical thinking is the key to success" layton like very obviously did not forget him

[hellosupernatural]

Season 1, Episode 12, "Faith"

dean is dying (for the first time), the episode

its kind of cool having a cold open right at the end of a rescue mission because thats probably what it looks like from the perspective of the rescuee, suddenly these people just burst in and save you, all heroic and macho

i wonder if the episode's events ever get mentioned again in the show, or if it impacts sam and dean, cause i really dont remember this being a thing aha, although i do remember the monster, i just dont remember dean dying being the reason they happened upon this episode's baddie

its interesting how easily dean accepts his impending death, maybe because he's relieved that neither his brother nor father are dead or dying. thats probably the ideal end for him, one in which he lived his life serving his family, and spent none of it grieving them. but also i can imagine thats sad to him, he would want to be alive to protect them

its so interesting that sam goes to the miracle worker, something that would be a quack job to normal people, but a viable option to sam because he knows the supernatural exists

OMG DARLA FROM BUFFY, i wonder if i recognized her when i first watched the show

dean is reluctant to be healed by the healer. this is really sensible characterization for him that fits in with what i remember of his character in the future. reluctant to accept help, in part because he feels undeserving of such goodness because he himself hasn't done enough good or has done too much bad

omg dean is 27? thats basically my age now...

i know im so biased because i adore benz' performance in buffy and angel, but i just feel like her performance as leyla is so vibrant, she really commands attention

i almost forgot, i started making these episode reactions because i was so in love with julie benz' performance in this episode i wanted to do reviews so i could keep track of guest performances that i felt were genuinely good, and not just good for an SPN filler

its really interesting how sam breaks the news to dean about roy trading life for life thinking he's healing the dying. he talks to dean as if he's apologizing to dean rather than upset at the loss of innocent lives. i wouldnt be surprised if, while unhappy about the death of an innocent man in place of dean, he's mostly ok with the outcome so long as dean is still alive

which kind of reminds me of dean's blase attitude in the beginning of the episode, while unhappy about sam's distress, hes mostly ok as long as he knows sam and dad are alive and healthy

i love every time kripke gets to overlay music on a scene, he's great at picking songs

also, introduction of a reaper! so exciting!

i cant get over how good dean and leyla's chemistry is, it also helps that the two visually look good together, it's a shame this is their only episode together

what a crappy situation, dean feeling like he didnt deserve to live, and feeling like shit that he doesnt want another innocent life to go so he has to prevent leyla from getting healed even though she deserves life

i cant believe dean didnt just snatch the necklace from the reverend's wife

i also wish that dean could just explain whats happening to leyla, but i guess the darkness of the information, knowing that she believed in a god that would support roy's healing, knowing that she just supported a creative string of murders, would probably be even more distressing then just dying

interesting lingering glance when sam is like "you cant just play god." i think that dean wishes he were dying instead of leyla

this is a very good dean episode, i think because its an episode that hits to the core of dean's values/bottom line, which lays an interesting boundary for how viewers should understand him. clarity is so important for any works and its effectiveness, so i think thats what i enjoy about this episode

aww, roy started asking for sue ann. i wonder if he feels the rush of the supernatural when the exchange of life occurs. i also wonder if he sense sue ann was dying

lol, reverend's wife dies and they just drive off real speedily, and the cops dont immediately suspect him

i love dean's carefully blank expression when leyla tells him that the healing didnt work

"it must hurt to believe in something so much only to have it disappoint you like that." ok dean, could be about leyla and roy's healing...OR YOU AND YOUR DAD, DEAN

"if youre gonna have faith, you cant just have it when the miracles happen, you have to have it when they dont." ok leyla...i guess that can also apply to dean and his dad

leyla touches dean's head similar to how the reverend touches the heads of the ailing

"im not much of the praying type, but, im gonna pray for you." ugh, thats such a good line, actually makes me tear up. i find it very relatable. i work in a music ministry, but im not christian, but i still join in some of the prayers because, although i dont believe in god, i believe in many of the sentiments of some of the chants and recitations. if you have the fortune of being with a good group of people, i believe in the importance of sharing those sentiments because, in this case, the good will and well-being of others is more important than the why-of-it, whether through faith to god or otherwise. i think its very significant for dean to want to pray for leyla, not because he believes in god and his ability to help her, but because he himself holds her in his thoughts, and because she believes that the shared good will of people will help heal the people.

anyways, fantastic episode, really up my alley, super tight performances, thematic structure, and character writing. 9/10

OMG wait john winchester not coming to save dean is so funny, god he's the fucking worst. 9.5/10 lol

wait a second, netflix release of supernatural dont have permissions to use the original tracks for the earliest season(s) so the reaper intro didnt use oyster. i pity kripke for such a massacre of his vision. 9.6/10 lol

[dev-fiction]

Are you still planning to do that oc weasley sibling fanfic? It's written on your bio so just curious , i love your writing style

i have been waiting for someone to ask me about that fic omg...

so, YES, i absolutely plan on writing the weasley sibling fanfic and in fact i would say that oc is hands down my absolute favorite of all my self inserts. im obsessed with her. i think about her DAILY.

(that's not an exaggeration either btw)

i have so many plans for that fic in particular, it's something i've been building up in my head for many years now. i already have quite a bit written out for it, but im not satisfied enough to post it. i still have lots of tweaking and i want a decent build up of chapters ready before i actually start posting - but, because i genuinely don't know when that will be, here's a small sneak peak. this is work in progress and it is subject to change and very likely WILL go through a few iterations before im happy. realistically? it will probably be years before the finished product is posted.

It’s the truth. Beyond the twirling rays of golden sunlight that dappled her memory in streaks of shifting-lavender she couldn’t recall what led her into the pond. 

It was a miracle, the healers had said, she was dead for so long…there appears to be no side-effects…

Even nestled within the warm confines of her mothers hug and her fathers teary laughs, even beyond the rambunctious energy of her many siblings and the knowledge that she was alive, she could feel a chill deep within her bones. A dread on the back of her neck, the feeling of eyes bearing down on her from the too dark shadows under the bed. 

She’d had trouble sleeping after that, for a long time. Whenever she closed her eyes the red glow of anothers stared back at her and left her gasping for air, choking on an imaginary sludge that worked its way up her throat in thick waves that often took on the form of her last meal. Her parents were patient with her, rubbing her back and comforting her through the long hours of the night. It was draining, she could tell, but they were nothing if not loving and with each comforter she soils there’s a drawn soapy bath and warm honey-milk waiting for her after. 

On the nights that are too hard, the ones where the shadows seem to sink into her flesh too deep, her mother snuggles up close and whispers to her legends of old, spinning tale after tale that she falls and falls and falls into-

Healing is a slow process.

She’s never quite the same after the experience, but she doesn't change entirely either. She still chases after glittering stars and beaming rays of light, she still dances with the leaves and twirling gusts of wind, but sometimes the edge of nothing-nothingness creeps beyond the whites of her vision and threatens to swallow her whole and all she can do is breathe deep and count to ten over and over again until it passes. 

[caubool]

Messages from Discord server "ESU Paranormal Society" #general 20/10/20XX 2:34 PM EST SaintsofGames: Does anyone have ideas for what we're doing for our Halloween special yet? :3: I still think we should go with the haunted maid cafe SaintsofGames: O_o rnbowsheep: tbh I agree with Ant :3: Yay!! Lemon Boy: i also agree with ant! we gaming: yeah SaintsofGames: Guys… SaintsofGames: We can't just go to a maid cafe and walk around with EMF readers rnbowsheep: we could if were not cowards SaintsofGames: Or any of out other equipment like cameras and mics and backpacks SaintsofGames: Hey :( :3: Unless you have a better idea… :3: Maid cafe could pull in a lot of viewers Lemon Boy: & it could also be a ton of fun!! Lemon Boy: genuinely when was the last time we got to relax on the job we gaming: yeah rnbowsheep: see??? rnbowsheep: weve got midterms right now Bad its not the end of the world if we pick something easy for a change SaintsofGames: But we're ghost hunters! Lemon Boy: ghost hunters still get burnout :(

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rnbowsheep: I googled it just now rnbowsheep: its a real place and it has some crazy reviews online Lemon Boy: what kind of reviews?? SaintsofGames: You gotta be memeing… rnbowsheep: people complaining about the food mostly rnbowsheep: and the creepy store owner looking more dead than alive rnbowsheep: apparently its a miracle the store is still up and running rnbowsheep: looks like its rotting from the inside out from the pictures Lemon Boy: woah :3: How on earth did you find out about this Skeppy???? :P: i have my ways SaintsofGames: This is perfect! SaintsofGames: We can stage a small investigation and bring some business to a local store! Lemon Boy: …ill bring my extra sanitization kit lol rnbowsheep: good idea :3: As long as we keep it small and short :3: I really can't put more than 5 hrs/week into the channel right now SaintsofGames: Yeah we'll keep it small! Manageable ^_^ Lemon Boy: no more than 15 mins for the video! we gaming: yeah :P: so were doing this right rnbowsheep: yup rnbowsheep: does thursday work for you guys? Lemon Boy: ive got a shift at the clinic on thursday :( Lemon Boy: can we do friday instead? we gaming: I will take any excuse not to hang out with Dream downtown on a Friday night lets do Friday rnbowsheep: lol friday it is then :3: LOL! :P: perfect SaintsofGames: We're gonna have our best episode yet!

[bent-visions]

Jeff!! I Love you SO fucking MUCh ARGGGG. My passion, devotion and purely genuine Love for you has literally not lost a smidge of momentum all these years. In fact, i truly believe it grows stronger and stronger every single day.

Because of that continuous build-up, i have had a subconsious, impossible fear that one day all the atoms in my body will self destruct because of how many incredibly powerful emotions flow through my whole being every time we are together, even if i just see your picture, even just THINKING about you brings me these great emotions.

Being with you, especially in person together, is the most amazing experience..because im getting to be in the same room with the one person i absolutely adore, admire, swoon over and look up to, more than anyone i have ever known.

You are my hero, you genuinely saved me from death and, at the time, a closely looming, deep insanity. Mostly same way i have done for you, as you've told me.

I have said it thousands of times and i will say it again because it is my strongest truth: out of every single blessing and miracle my god has bestowed me, I am the absolute MOST grateful for our destiny of attempting to leave this world at the same time, resulting in the fateful day we met.

I believe it was February 22nd, 2021, three days before i was discharged from Ridgeview. I got to spend three wonderful days learning you, memorizing your profile, the way you moved your lips when you talked and your frame when you leaned against walls or walked, plus the ways you displayed your emotions and kept a solid poker face consistently. I did this because from the moment i first laid eyes on you, i thought, "This man is INCREDIBLY attractive and i desperately want to speak to him." Lol.

I remember vividly watching you walk boredly around the ward the first day you arrived, and the moment our eyes met for the first time..that feeling is still indescribable. As we talked and got to know each other better, the energy, electricity, curiosity and emotions rapidly grew, but honestly..i knew there was something extremely important about you.

I have been drawn towards you ever since i first saw you and that has only grown to become complete and endless dedication, devotion, loyalty and eternal Love for you.

I swear this on my life, my families lives, my precious fur babies and my relationship with my God. Which all of is extremely serious...

:

I will always Love you, more than anyone i have ever known and anyone i will ever meet again. I will Love you forever as we walk this life together, i will Love you forever even if the tiniest chance that you grow tired of me and leave me. I will Love you forever if you are alive on this earth or not...

Every single day is a new day, and im sure there will be some days that huge things happen which could easily flip our lives upside down. We will have our bad days, bad phases, bad mental health episodes.

BUT those dark times will totally pale in comparison to the much more indescribably amazing, joyful, comfortable, safe, HAPPY years we will spend the rest of our lives enjoying.

Being by your side forever is my biggest dream for my(our) future. I dont care how life ends up treating us. I will be loyal to you and be by your side forever, even if we are living in a car or under a bridge, even if we have absolutely nothing, even if your or my schizophrenia worsens to the point that i can no longer speak or even recognize you anymore (God please...dont let that happen.)

And especially, i want you to never forget this...even if you have a slip up and relapse again, even its continuous relapses, even though witnessing your most severe suffering and having to live with knowing i cannot save you, it always has to be You that chooses to live, and it has absolutely broken my heart again and again..i SWEAR to you i will never falter in supporting you, being there for you, Loving you, believing in you, helping you, and being your rock/anchor to stay on track in your life.

And i say this next part with 1000% faith and belief in the consistent determination, effort and ability that you have to be sober and stay sober. But if a horrible day comes, and the doctors tell us that what they were warning us about your health is happening...i will NEVER abandon you or give up on you, and i will always, ALWAYS Love you with this passion for our Love that only constantly grows. I will never stop telling you that I Love you, even if the darkest possible days blindside us and i know for a fact i will never hear you say it back to me again.

Our bond is eternal my Love.

Be true to yourself, but only in the most positive ways you can, like youve been teaching me. Together we will let go of our negative habits and start manifesting a brighter, more positive life.

I look forward to every second we will spend together for the rest of our lives my darling.

I know you are going to go to sleep soon so that you can stay on the same schedule that i have for work, (VERY kind of you my love ❤)

So i will post this quietly, to add another of my Love letter novels to you in our facebook memories.

I Love you so much my handsome man.

I wish for good, successful and restful sleep for you tonight, and the most peaceful and softest dreams to comfort you all night.

I will message you as soon as i wake up, as always.

Goodnight my most precious and deepest Love.

[crimsoncold]

Art Update...

aka I'm alive and I really have been making art

So times like this when I have 10+ works in progress I start to feel like I'm pushing myself way too hard to be productive while simultaneously getting absolutely nothing done.

This general sense of frustration/disappointed with myself is made worse since I have...

a) spent several weeks on the road, with minimal opportunity for completing or posting any art (my jonsa Halloween piece was a miracle completed in a single day during a feverish state of a major post trip crash while I binge watched a bunch of horror movies- fanatically determined to speed run my enjoyment of October in the day or two I got to actually celebrate the Halloween season)

And

b) have been facing both miserably cold weather (if I wear any more layers when I go outside I will become so immobile that I'll have to rely on my dogs to pull me through the snow when we go for a walk) , a significant lack of daylight (seriously 4 pm is just an obscenely early time for sunset), and some of the same overarching sense of dread/disappointment in the the state of world that I imagine many others have been feeling

So to once again make this blog my happy space, give everyone an update, to hype myself up to feeling excited about completing/sharing some art- or just to remind myself that I've actually accomplished a lot in the last 4 months despite not having posted much- Im gonna give a brief list of what art I'm nearly finshed/ready to post...

1. First on the menu are some older completed works that I plan to post in the next couple days since i found a bunch of really old (and somewhat obscure) character portraits I did- (back when I was drawing on some old- and now defunct- version of my phone's notes app)

I briefly considered redoing these now that I have access to better digital drawing programs but I actually really like them as is, so that's how I'm going to post them... these are shamelessly self indulgent character portraits from some of my all time favorit book series,

I will be pleasantly shocked if anyone has heard of these characters but I loved making them and seeing them makes me desperately want to reread these series again so I'm genuinely happy about posting them for me and like the 2 other people on this website who know/ love these characters as much as I do (so i guess these portraits will double as book recs? Should i add a brief synopsis of these books to encourage people to check them out or should I just release them into the wild as is?)

2. I have a 90% completed portrait of Sansa with Lady which I just began earlier this week and have made excellent progress on -that I intend to post as soon as I'm finished

(It can be fun to challenge myself to incorporate different things in my art that I struggle with or at least tend to overlook in favour of other elements and as someone who only occasionally has incorporated animals into their work- depressingly the only ones that come to mind have all been the odd memorial portrait of beloved pets that I've made for family members over the years- i was pleasantly satisfied with my attempt in making an animal a major focal point in a fanart pieces.

I'm tentatively interested in doing other stark kids + their direwolves pieces (i know I know its been done countless times but what's the point of participating in fandom if not to dwell on/recreate/transform the same things over and over again for the same group of dedicated weirdos) but that plan will have to take to back seat for a bit while I finish up a different series of asoiaf art...

3. Lastly comes my major project from the last couple if months, a New Stark Family portrait series (this time based on book canon)

Been very in my stark family feels lately, feeling inspired by the many incredible artworks, metas, fanedits, and videos this fandom generates about these characters (because really who doesn't feel like appreciating a deeply loving but still mildly and fascinatingly dysfunctional family or you know having ones heart ripped out over the tragedies befalling an iconic/beloved group of fictional characters)

I have so far failed to get any of this series posted initailly because had decided I wanted them all to be (mostly) finished before I started posting rather than risk abandoning this idea half way (so like holding my completed artwork hostage to motivate me to complete the rest? ldk it made sense at the time).

But then when I had completed all but two of the portraits I abruptly decided that in the future after posting these individual portraits I would of course have to take all the individual sketches and reconfigure them into a single family portrait...which meant rather than simply evaluating each piece individually to decide whether I was satisfied with them/felt they were complete I would now have to compare them to one another as well to see if they would look like they would work next to eachother in the same art piece.

Cue an extra 3 weeks of work while I endlessly fiddled with and reworked their outfits, trying to come up with outfits that resonated with how I pictured northern culture in asoiaf + seemed suitable for a formal portrait of medieval nobility in a fantasy setting, suited each individual character, would also complemented one another once put in the same scene, but also didn't look too matchy (thus reminding me of some of the hilariously awful formal family photos I've seen where everyone looks like they're trying to recreate the sound of music including curtain fabric inspired matching outfits), this part took me almost as long as the initial portraits did- seriously i must have gone through at least 4 different outfits per character

After all this reworking I have finally come up with a decent idea for the outfits and have 7/8 of the portraits essentially completed with just one left to start (its Rickon and he's like a quarter the size of everyone else so surely this won't take me that long? Crossing my fingers)... so hopefully i will be posting these throughout december and can do the group piece some time next year!

[majorasnightmare]

obligatory post election personal vent post feel free to scroll

its like. after however fucking long of seeing people online pissing and screaming themselves about how having the barest fucking standards for a political candidate will condemn us all to a gruesome horrific fate. its just hard to motivate myself to the same level of sheer panic everyone else seems to be moving through

cuz being so fr this situation is literally identical to the state i was in like. 8 months ago

like the reason so many of us online were shaking people to fucking do something 8 months ago is because of the exact shit people are only now freaking out about.

like honestly. if anyone in my immediate circle dies in the next four years. its probably gonna be me! and that was as true in june as it is now!

for the individuals at the very bottom of the iron wheel of suffering, the material differences between the two candidates were next to nothing, because both hinged on grinding people like me up to prop up two technically-different but mostly-similar blocs of valued people. like my quality of life was never any important to biden, it wasnt to kamala, and it still wont be to trump. i cant work up the energy to have a genuine panic attack because i honestly exhausted those reserves ages ago

like. being so for real right now. addressed to a general audience and not current reader specifically. do any of you know how genuinely difficult it is to live like this? i already had no abortion access because abortions cost money and gas and there wasnt any insurance to use or cars to drive. i havent had access to critical life improving medication for 7 years, where it became blatantly obvious it was needed. when my entire world collapsed beneath my feet and one of my only remaining family members died and the resulting financial distress left the rest us floundering, there already wasnt a safety net beneath my feet. i was expected to be crushed. the fact that im still alive is probably a miracle.

the insurance we did have is currently exploiting a niche paperwork problem regarding having an insurance plan via family, so now there are two seperate insurance companies playing hot potato with medical visits either one of them could cover but both refuse to, leaving us saddled with stacking medical debt and a primary care provider whos pulled the plug on refilling prescriptions for medication because of it.

any person who could conceivably help us is across several state lines at the closest. we cant even receive deliveries because there isnt an address to send it to, including shit as simple as doordash. like thats the level of isolated here, where even if someone wanted to hand deliver food to us, they are simply unable to. theres no gas to drive for better signal or a computer with a printer, to drive to meet a beuracrat who knows how to qualify us for assistance. if im dysphoric and suicidal, theres genuinely nothing i can fuckin do about it. theres a high chance i have inherited intersex traits from my grandma that are causing health issues that i cant treat, and it wouldnt even matter if i was cis because you have to have the time money and ability to make multiple concurrent doctors visits.

i saw a post where someone was pissy that people voted based on gas prices when lives are at stake but what fucking world do you live in where gas doesnt determine if people live or die. you have to pick up insulin somehow right??

the truth of the matter is that the communities your fearmongering for have needed your health long LONG before this clownshow of an election rolled into the fucking circus and 90% of the people freaking out online dont have a fucking clue how to help. before trump got elected the first time around, me and mine were being left behind by people who couldnt value our health safety and wellbeing over the gas cost of being in a car for an hour. and that isnt even touching on the fact that for most of these years weve been isolated with a violent abuser that we only recently traded out for a different kind of homelessness.

kamala fucking harris wasnt going to keep me alive. she sure as shit wasnt going to help palestine stay alive. and when people pointed this shit out in a desperate plea to start the aid work EARLY, we got met with a fucking tide of blue maga shitheels openly fantasizing about republican death squads as just desserts for not kowtowing enough to a fucking imperialist. how can i panic now when my death sentence is the same as it was at the start of the year?

did anyone from those massive hurricanes actually get helped? could THEY vote? were they counted as important enough to meaningfully listen to for the sake of electoral power? you know the answer as well as i do.

i have more in common with a palestinian refugee, with a citizen in sudan, lebanon, ukraine, than i do with the people who use their names to avoid giving half a shit about their neighbor. the idea of writing them off as unavoidable casualties is just unimaginable to me. i have more in common with the indigenous survivors in my state than with the politicians who refuse to grant them human dignity. when was THAT gonna change.

my position under trump hasnt fundamentally changed. and its not because im so privelleged as to be shielded, but because im so vulnerable that i wasnt worth protecting even under a dem administration. and youd be a fool to think this is an isolated case. if i dont stand with my communities of color, with my fellow disabled isolated covid survivors, with my disenfranchised impoverished comrades, who the fuck will? certainly not the vast quantity of keyboard warriors blowing up twitter. if im bitter and tired i think i have a right to be. watching death come for my family on the heels of repeat covid infections on top of a lifetime of poverty induced medical neglect and seeing the people supposedly in my corner ask me to fucking throw them under the bus has been a ghoulish experience, all while refusing to listen to anyone else in my situation beg and plead for awareness and understanding to motivate them into meaningful action. that such depths of human suffering can exist and not even come close to the lowest of agonies capable of being experienced, shielded as thin as i am by the privellege of being white, is mindboggling. like were expendable. always have been. there isnt any protection to be gotten from these administrations cuz our blood is meant to grease the wheels.

its gonna get worse. obviously. the thing is, it was always going to get worse. it was always gonna try and kill me and mine. obviously im going to try to survive, what else can i do, but there was never even a mirage shimmer of safety for a lot of us. acting like kamala harris was some uniformly better option is just cruel. of course we need your help now but at some point you have to stop and think about why you only start caring about the people underneath the wheel when it looks like itll be your turn. because all it really does is make us wonder: would you still try to save us if you werent worried about yourself? and the answer were hearing, from your derision and hatred and cruelty, is a resounding no

idk how to end this. its a long ass vent. im tired and im gonna try and eat sometime tomorrow, and hope climate change doesnt try to kill me cuz i wouldnt be able to stop it in this condition

[weisscreamcake]

can’t sleep and i can’t stop thinking about the poll about the alternate versions of you that have died so im going to make a list. honestly its a miracle im even still alive

when my mom was giving birth, my umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck. i don’t think it’s super high risk in the right circumstances but i think there’s definitely a version of me that died before i was even born

when i was a toddler, i got separated from my mom at the grocery store and was lucky enough to have a nice lady take me to the front and wait with me for my mom. there’s at least one version of me that wasn’t so fortunate.

skipping a lot of my childhood because i literally don’t remember but i’m sure there’s a couple of instances where i could have died

the version of me that ran away from home might not have died right away but i don’t think she would have made it to 28.

that time i went sledding with my brother on my back and we hit a fence. i feel like im lucky i didn’t break my back or neck

the version of me that died after getting bucked off a horse because she wasn’t so lucky and got stepped on or landed wrong and snapped her neck

rip to the versions of me killed by my abusive high school boyfriend. he confided in me he wanted to kill people for fun and 10+ years later im still worried he could show up to harm me or my family

i think at least 5 versions of me committed suicide in high school and 10 committed suicide between the ages of 18 and 22. i used to sob driving to therapy while i considered driving off a bridge

there were 2 opportunities for death when i went to mexico (dumbass gringa who can’t even speak spanish but i wanted to see my girlfriend). missed my flight because they gave me a ticket for an earlier flight to the same destination. a very kind man who couldn’t speak much english took me around to different terminals trying to help me find a flight and i am so incredibly lucky i found a kind stranger. because getting in a car with a stranger i can’t understand was risky and also incredibly fucking stupid

also in mexico my then girlfriend and i were at a cafe being cutesy and doing couple things when a man with a swastika tattoo came in and gave us a filthy look. i think in an alternate timeline we absolutely could have been hatecrimed. i made them pretend their male presenting friend was actually their boyfriend when he came back

2 more potential deaths for going to both mexico and england alone to meet my long distance partners. either one could have ended with me organless. genuinely i have horrible judgement and have only made it this far in life thanks to luck

last christmas at the bakery when i was working insane overtime while being disabled *and* recovering from being sick i told my gun owning coworker that if night shift messed anything up *again* that i would have to fix he had to put me down because i just couldn’t take it. there’s definitely multiple versions where they fucked it up and at least one where he had the stones to follow through

there are multiple versions of me still deep in alcoholism and probably a couple who’ve gotten into drugs as well. they might not be dead yet but i don’t think they’re going to last much longer

there’s definitely more of these and i might add more later (not that anyone cares) but hopefully writing all this down lets me stop ruminating and i can get some sleep

[spinning-feeling]

"A Spinning Feeling: Prologue - Divinity; a New start"

Selfship Story - Starring Maxim

Story under the Cut

Loneliness.

Ever since his wish in death became reality, ever since Maxim became a God, did he discover true loneliness.

To feel lonely around other's is one thing, to know everything - Be Everything, and Nothing - is another.

He sighed as he sat down into his chair, feeling mentally tired from the long walk around his realm. The endless etheric void was calming, though most times it only amplified the lonely feeling he felt throughout his existance, even now. He only looked around the empty void, only seeing the few pieces of cartoony furniture he made to make his realm feel less Dead and Empty, as he sighed once more.

"…I've become God, but at what bloody cost…"

He muttered to himself, sinking deeper into the chair.

"…I guess i could try to do… Something… but if i was to do that i'd have to make completely sure my influence wont be over the entire world i choose to go to."

"If i had influence over everything… well, i'd basically have to write everything myself and how well would that go? another perfectly dull world ill return to its prime state sooner or later… Only step im willing to take in that direction, is making some… minor miracles, money, or a home, or the like, not to waste time…"

He mused on still to himself, trying to think out loud.

"….though where would i even go, if i wanted to try any of this…?"

He took a moment to look at the toony television, which was nearby, in front of him, as he hummed softly in thought. A beach, some giant drill, and a pink figure with long hair… he disliked that these mental visions couldnt be any more clear, but he already knows where to begin.

He sighed, standing up from the seat, taking a few steps before immidiatelly falling down unto the floor with a wet slap, turning into a jet-black puddle in miliseconds, staying as such for a few seconds, before slowly emerging as his original form, a form he felt unsure with - he hated it, but felt comfortable in it, it made him feel so much pain yet its the only way he could have recieve any kind of comfort he could have gotten in his life - the form he was sure he wouldnt return to for a very long time;

The Form of a Human.

He looked at his form… and its just as he remembers it. He stood at 6 feet tall, his skin was nearly pale from how much he stayed indoors when alive, His eyes were blue as the sky he used to look up to while stuck in thought, His hair was short, with a brown hue. His Face was roundish, and his nose crooked, a slight red spot resided on his cheek, due to how much he used to scratch the area. Overall, he was a tall, regular guy with a bit of plush on him. It will take him quite a while until he gets used to it properly again… not being able to shift the length of your arms and legs will be hard to get used to. After that, all that's left to do is to bleed through the fabric of reality, into the world he chose as his new home… for as long as this "human life" can work out for, anyway.

He walked around his realm in his human form, trying to get used to it fully again, his mannerisms, gestures, expressions - he had to look as human as possible if he wanted this to work, since if he made even one slip up, it could cost him everything he worked for this. He could not allow that to happen under any circumstance.

He decided it would only be Fair to take his time a bit to… Devolve, into a human mindset. Of course, he couldnt actually devolve his own mind - thats genuinely impossible - so he tried to not act as he has for the last few eons, and tried to act as he did when alive.

Innocent. Tired. Kind. Depressed. Amusing. Sadistic. Honorable. Truth-telling. So on, So forth.

"This preperation will take one hell of a while,"

Maxim hummed to himself,

"but im sure it will all work out swimmingly soon enough."

Time will Tell.

Soon enough did he find himself sinking through fabric of reality - mayhaps a bit soon to go to the world of choice, but better to take this chance than just keep 'training' to be human; Best to try being human "on the field".

It was only a matter of time that he awoke in Beach City - Suprisingly, at the crater of where once was a certain Gem Injector. It was only fair to try to explore, mayhaps get a few minor problems out of the way as well.

This was going to be… Difficult. But surely interesting.

[sgt-paul]

FIRST REACTIONS LADDSSSSSSSSS

long tailed: intro feels a bit too long, hmm, actually the whole song?! if it would have stopped after the vocals it would have felt more powerful to me, as the melody ends up being a bit overused in these 5 minutes. but good stuff anyway, i feel like my initial excitement for this song already emerged when i heard it in the trailer

find my way: good vocals oooooh that's a fun bit. love the creativity with the instruments ahhhhhh there it is, the fade out, which was my favourite from the trailers... this part is the highlight of the album so far (yo chill we’re like 7 minutes in) love the bass now this i could listen to forever (unlike long tailed)

pretty boys: step-bro of early days, so not totally my cup of tea okay it gets better this is more like it love his deep vocals!!!

women and wives: OOOohhjhhhhhhh he still has the vocal versatility shit, this is gorgeous the piano bit is also gorgeous. powerful love the drums fave so far???

lavatory lil: hhmmhhm rocky backing vocals remind me of 80s rockabily bands (stray cats?? no idea where that came from) a fun little rock n roll song. "she is acting like a starlet but she is looking like a harlot" yo, sir 💀

deep deep feeling: oh. OH. wWOW. yeah babyyyyy this is what i wanted to hear FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD BRO oh my god (literally had to stop it at 1:45 and take it all in as i was smiling at my computer screen) okay that transition?? unexpected and gorgeous!! the lyrics. “sometimes I wish it would stay, sometimes I wish it would go away, emotion” YEAH  beautiful guitar sound ahhhhhhhhhhhh so dreamy. giving me a rushes vibe a this point. long, melancholic and exceptionally beautiful. good vocals all over the song, love the vibe, love the lyrics

slidin: WHOA. HEAAAAVVYYYYY yessssssss (this one has rusty and abe on it right? or??) unexpected vocal style “BUT I KNOW THAT I CAN DIE TRYING” BROOOOOO????!!!!!! would have preferred the vocals to be cleaner but yo this is a jam. love how heavy it is lovely guitar bits ahhhh. he knows his stuff fuckkk

the kiss of venus: soft im also soft his vocals gosh he's so old he's gonna make me tear up "two passing planets in the sweet sweet summer air" .... hoooly thats a good bit this man has an unhealthy obsession with the harpsichord :)

seize the day: fun opening overall fun vibes, playful and uplifting (probably what i would have assumed to the be the single? idk) a pleasant listen

deep down: OKKKKKAAAYYYYY YESS BABYYYY RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BITCH THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD literally have the urge to cry. feels like struggle’s chill step-bro FUCK. im so happy deep deep feeling and deep down are so long (i would have loved to hear 1971paul sing this song)

winter bird/when winter comes: surprise bitch i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me OHHHHH, thats the one from 1992 isn't it??? he sounds so young holy shit... this is gonna make me emotional!!!!! tears?????? go back to your place!!!! this is so sweet and beautiful jesus christ okay i am literally crying at this point such perfect end to the album

[calllamander]

Okay I'm ready I've made up my mind , here's a little backstory no one wants to hear: my sister just got engaged and I cried for about half an hour because I was so freakin happy for her sooo I'm in such a lovely mood , maybe you can pick that up and write a little engagement thingy ? :) idc if it's drabble hcs or else , whatever works best for you sweetie 😊 also you can pick the character ...... but we both know who works always for us lmao

Thank you so muuuch and take all the time you need ! 💖

ahhhh! this is so sweet! nonnie congrats to your sister!! when I got this ask I literally started smiling so wide in my online class that everyone was really confused 😂 I hope this is alright...and plausible haha I’ve never been proposed to (hurry up Tooru smh) - sorry for the wait, this is my piece de résistance and I wanted it to be as good as it could be ❣️

Hq boys proposing

KUROO smiled at you from the passenger seat, your hand in his as usual as you drove, Tokyo fading into the patchwork fields of country. “tetsu...” you ask, laughing as the wind tangled you’re hair, “where are we going?” it seemed almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask because he suddenly looked nervous, very nervous, the kind of nervous where he accidentally blurts out chemistry pick up lines on the first date (it’s a miracle he got a second one). he looked over, emboldened by your easy enthusiasm. “do you remember when we were still in high school, and you used to call me and just say ‘get me out of here?’ ” his voice is low and serious, and impossibly gentle with emotion. you nod, and your smile gets sadder at the memory, the memory of you. “well,” he stops the car and opens up his door, hurrying round to do the same for yours, composing his thoughts as you start the walk, down the path off the road, along the river, and he feels a flush of pride as recognition illuminates your face. it’s a perfect evening, the sky is watercolour pink and orange, and the water reflects it perfectly. “we found this place by chance” he continued speaking faster from nerves, “and when we walked down this- this exact path, i knew that this was different from anything else. my whole life I have had a good life, and I had been with good people and yet I‘d just felt...” he paused, and looked you right int he eyes, before sighing out: “restless.” your mouth opens slightly and you whisper his name. “And you know when I’m with you I just feel still” he continues, starting to blink back tears. “and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything y/n l/n, and” he got down on one knee: in front of the setting sun, and the river refracting the light. and he did look still. he looked radiant and relaxed and so so happy. and you covered your face with your hands but stopped yourself because you didn’t want to miss any of this. “and this is my moms ring” he said, “and i wish she could’ve met you but I know she would have“ his voice cracked and he looked away for a split second, swallowing hard, “would have loved you almost as much as I do.” he grinned in spite of himself and you smiled too, even through your tears. “so,” he laughed, “after all this, I guess ill just....” he laughed again, messing his hair up agitatedly, “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you laugh and run towards him, “a thousand times yes!”

OIKAWA looked himself over once more in the mirror, he’d tried hard to look like he’s trying but also casual which makes him feel kind of stupid but that paradox of appearances and feelings is just how he’s wired. casual. not I’ve-been-planning-this-for-forever-and-if-it-goes-badly-i-don’t-have-the-faintest-idea-what-I’d-do. that’s not what he wants. it needs to be a total surprise. the rings already in his breast pocket, right above his heart. the ring feels like happiness. “princess?” he spins and offers you his arm, “ready?” And when he’s sees you he blushes down neck like when its genuine, because you look beautiful in that dress, and he might be getting a little bit choked up, and ducking down to hide it. because...because it’s you, because he’s actually doing this. with you. actually. finally. “lets go then” you laugh and he laughs back with a determination usually reserved for the court. because this is everything. the drive is a short one and the night air is cold against your cheek, the streetlights make oikawa’s hair a coppery halo round his head and the wind fluffs it up in a way he gets frustrated about but you could stare at all day. “i love you ” you sigh, looking over at your boyfriend, and he blushes and stutters and tries to focus on the road. “I love you too darling” and he gives you the gentlest smile that he‘s ever shared with anyone “te amo, mi alma.” he parks and takes your hand. the observatory is empty: long closed, and your heels clack on the tiled floor. the stairs are steep, but the two of you are young and you‘re boundless because that’s what love does to people. in no time at all you step out, into the round room that forms the top floor, and gasp. there’s candles set in the corners and there’s flowers and there’s your boyfriend looking utterly ethereal, his white shirt a buttery yellow in the candle light. and you feel your heart just ache with how much you love him. he presses a button, and, as the roof starts to open up like a flower, he takes a deep breath. “when I was younger every time I felt lonely I used to think about space” sliver by sliver the roof was opening up, and you could see a glass dome, snatches of stars, pinpricks of light. torus voice was gentle, and fragile, and proud and horrifically insecure and somehow everything because it was him. “theres more out there“ He glanceable up at the sky unfolding, “than we can ever comprehend...I liked it. I liked that it was infinite. i liked that I belonged to something that was chaotic and orderly and empty and full” he swallowed hard. “and then there was you. and you were the best person I had ever met. and I thought that maybe I would have to be something else for you, because i’ve felt like that my whole life. but you - you just...made me feel like I belonged. and I didn’t need the night sky anymore because this,” the roof finally opened all the way and for one perfect moment it was just you, tooru and the universe: the heaviness of him, and the lightness too. “this is infinite.” he dropped down on one knee. “y/n l/n I love you with everything in the solar system and I will until every last star is blown out, and a thousand years more. and this isn’t horrifically corny so I’m going to just ask: will you marry me?” You let out a sob

“yes”

SAKUSA leant into your touch the way he never had for anyone else. like a warmth he never knew was missing, a tiny puzzle piece in his soul. your hand was running through his hair, occasionally creeping down to rub his back. he blushes, because irritatingly he can’t stop himself (but does he wean them to?). you‘re off guard now, relaxed, eyes closed, breathing in the night air from the roof of your apartment block. his face is in your neck and it’s all very peaceful (so peaceful it makes his heart hurt). he takes a deep breath (its now or never). “...hey y/n?” you hum, opening your eyes to show you’re listening. he struggles to think of what to say. “i love you” he settles on. you kiss his hair, “I love you too omi.” you say it like it’s obvious and he shakes his head, sitting up a little more so he can look at you. “no, I mean...I- I didn‘t know what love was. and I didn’t realise how badly I wanted it, until I met you. and I just” he exhales, momentarily turning his head up to stare into the sky. “I want to spend forever with you. that. that’s what I want. and I don’t have a ring, or a dramatic plan and maybe that’s what you would have wanted-” he’s looking down now, he knows, getting nervous, and he forces himself to get back on track. “but” He realises he should be kneeling and goes to do so in front of you. “I would be the happiest man alive if you would marry me.” and there, on a camp bed that he dragged onto the roof and covered with bedding just because you mentioned you liked the night, under the cloudy 11 o clock sky with the love of your life. you said yes.

@anonanonymousanon

[dashedwithromance]

Secret Moments In A Crowded Room - Princewitch

okay so DISCLAIMER im scared to post this because we’ve never really seen romantic wrath before so idk if people might think this is OOC but i wanted princewitch fluff desperately and cant wait til october. inspired by the teaser quote she released yesterday and ‘dress’ by taylor swift

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The ball raged on around her, dancers swirling around impossibly fast, flashes of fabric catching the light of the serpent scones. On and on, all without her. Her husband sat to her right on his larger throne, staring into nothing. They had exchanged all of five words that evening.

She did not blame her husband for his coldness, not truly. If their positions were switched, and she had been forced to marry a random demon while still loving and grieving her murdered spouse, she doubted whether she would even manage civility. Pride continued his business, barely taking notice of his young wife, and she was glad, of that, at least. If he’d wanted her... a shudder snaked down her spine, curling in her gut. Her mind still echoed with the unnatural violation of Lust’s magic, and the thought of another demon prince perusing her like that was foul. There was only one prince she wanted, and his sin was wrath.

Dancing in Hell was nothing like she’d seen on the streets of Palermo. Nothing like the carefree dancing of Vittoria, so full of light and life and love that nothing seemed to touch her. Here, movements entwined with danger, every dance a flirtation with living death. People danced with weapons, exchanging daggers and rondels and rapiers like secret lovers. Jewelled garrottes hung around every neck, poisonous pearls glittering in various ornate hairstyles. An unholy masquerade indeed.

Her own mask was a fine decoration of gold and jewels. Metallic serpents entwined across the mosaic-like surface, darker cracks embedded across it. The mask had arrived one evening at her rooms, wrapped in luscious velvet. No letter accompanied it, the only sign of the sender being a golden snake that slithered up her arm before dissolving into sparks. The decoration matched her dress, a similar mosaic of black silk, lace, and golden serpents. Truly befitting a queen.

Fury burned through her as she watched the revellers pass her by. They danced without a care, members of the seven houses intermingling freely. She wanted to scream and shatter the very throne she sat on. How dare they dance as if mere months ago, one of their own had not been taking the hearts of witches? As if she did not sit on a dead witch’s throne? A witch who still had not found justice, who’s body had been ripped to shreds in the cruellest way imaginable?

“Careful, little queen.” Pride’s voice rumbled in her ear. He still did not look at her, but leaned closer to whisper, “Lest the people learn your ungrateful thoughts.”

Closing her eyes to avoid murdering the demon she’d married, she took a deep breath. The air smelt like fire and spirits and the sweat of colliding bodies. Suddenly, the sight of it all disgusted her. The dancing, the drinking, the living, all of it. Selfish, she knew – others were allowed to live despite Vittoria being denied the very same. But she couldn’t help it. She longed for nothing more than her sister to live, even if it meant sacrificing her life to the demon beside her. There was nothing to be done, however. Her sister was lost forever.

The night dwindled on, interrupted by the occasional violent thought towards her situation. Though, as contrary as it sounded, not all was dark about her time in Hell. She had one bright spot, one flame in the dark. Something she kept locked against her chest for fear of discovery.

Casting her eye across the room, she caught the gaze of the hidden secret. Prince Wrath leaned against the wall from across the room, his eyes flickering as they locked with hers. He was dressed in a sinfully beautiful suit, a pattern of golden serpents slithering up the fabric from the floor. The snakes seemed alive in the firelight. Perhaps they were. A smug sense of satisfaction ebbed through her when she realised they matched. No one else would notice – serpents weren’t exactly an uncommon motif in Hell – but they knew, and it was comfort enough. With a movement, so small she nearly missed it, he tilted his head towards the exit.

A thrill raced through her, paired with genuine, loving excitement. They had not been alone in much too long.

Things had not always been so relaxed between her and the prince of Wrath. Her first few weeks in Hell had been spent furiously glaring in his direction. He’d given her the ultimate cold shoulder until she’d nearly burned from it. She’d been full of fury at his leaving her – at the humiliation she felt from having the human audacity to trust a demon. One day, when they crossed each other in a hallway heading to court, her temper had bubbled to boiling.

She remembered yanking him into a nearby room – he let her, she realised now – and yelled at him for the cruelty of leaving her alone. Of giving her hope and wrenching it away, like a child suddenly filled with jealously over a shared toy.

The sheer incredulity on his face was the first indication she was mistaken. He laughed, a sardonic sound coated in disbelief.

“I left you?” His voice was low. The walls around them seemed to thrum in response to his deadly power.

“I left you?” He repeated, “I gave you all the tools to summon me, witch, and you refused. Too good for my help, perhaps.  I have no more responsibilities to you. Our deal is done.”

Wrath turned to leave, but by some miracle, she managed to dart in front of him. Her body was pressed against the door, the cold stone mixing with the heat she felt roaring off him. Emilia should’ve been afraid, should’ve been trembling in her gifted boots at the sight of him, but she wasn’t. Why, she couldn’t quite tell.

His gaze burned into hers, but her own was just as powerful.

“I tried everything to summon you after what Envy did, and you didn’t come.” She hissed. The wrath of a prince was one thing, but hell hath no fury like a witch scorned. “You left me. I was foolish enough to believe you would ca- that you would come for me once, but I will not be fooled twice.”

The look he gave her was indiscernible. Equal parts rage mixed with... something lighter. If anyone else looked at her like that, she would’ve described it as hopeful. But demons did not hope, no more than they loved.

He was scanning her face with the focus of a battle-hardened warrior. Whatever it was he found made him take a step back.

“What did you do wrong?” He muttered, almost to himself.

“I did nothing wrong,” She couldn’t help but fire back, “I did everything correctly – even used the ring you left for me in the drawer.”

At that, he stilled. Stilled and stopped breathing entirely.

Then, as if talking to someone who’d sustained a head injury, he said, “I didn’t leave you a ring. I left you my house seal, solid gold, of course, but no ring.” He went on to describe where he’d left it – the top drawer beside her bed – but she already knew.

The conclusion settled in her stomach like a stone. Another feeling, one she didn’t let herself scrutinise, unfurled within her.

“Someone didn’t want me to summon you.”

“Close. Someone wanted you to think I wouldn’t come.”

A question hung in the air, so loud neither could bring themselves to give it voice.

Would you have come, Prince Wrath? Would you have come to my aid when I needed you most? When I needed to know you were alright?

Keeping those treacherous thoughts under lock and key, she focused on another facet of the curious mystery.

“Who would it benefit? And who would’ve known what to switch – the house was warded, was it not?”

Silence from her princely counterpart.  

“Would the wards collapse with your ‘death’?”

The look on his face told her all she needed to know. Someone had stolen into the house and replaced the seal with a ring to deliberately throw off their efforts. Which meant-

He hadn’t abandoned her at all. Given her the cold shoulder, yes, when he believed she’d forgotten all about him.

What a hellish mess this all was.

From that moment on, the demon and the witch had become begrudging allies once more. Wrath had been furious one of his brothers would dare interfere with his affairs, and she needed an ally, desperately. While it rubbed against her pride to accept help, she knew it would’ve been foolish to refuse. She would be a vengeful queen, but even queens needed council.

Their alliance had turned to friendship, then burst into royal flames as they look the leap to lovers. In the candlelight of a stolen moment, Wrath had held her with more care than she’d known possible. Still Wrath, still echoing that immense power of his, but softer, somehow. Not gentle, not truly, but tender. It was not love, but it was fire and anger and care all pieced together in a ball of desire.  

Which led her to that moment, as she stole away from her husband’s masquerade ball. She had stayed long enough, and the party celebrated nothing of importance. Rather a show of unity between her and Pride, a display of wealth and power.

As she left the throne room she realised she had no idea where her prince had gone. Back to his rooms? No, they avoided meeting there. Being caught together in casual rooms could be explained away as strategic briefings, but being caught in the bedroom of her husband’s brother... did not leave for much escape room.

Just as she was about to curse his name, a snake slithered around her ankle, causing her to start. Was that Wrath’s laugh, she heard? Looking to her feet, the snake stared back up at her, its golden eyes winking in the candlelight of the hallway.

Of course. Wrath and his dramatics.  

The snake made its way down the hallway, keeping close to the wall to be inconspicuous. It led her to an offshoot of the main hallway, then came to a halt at the final door. The serpent dissolved into golden sparks as they reached their destination. She knocked quietly before letting herself in.

Wrath lay stretched out across a dark velvet lounge, watching her entrance. His mask dangled lazily from his fingers, the ribbon used to tie it brushing across the floor. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, a toned chest peeking out from the fabric.

Deadly, dangerously beautiful.

And hers.

“You look exquisite,” He strode across the room before taking her in his arms. His hands quickly untied her mask before tossing it to the floor with haste. He took in her form for a moment, then tilted his face down to capture her lips with his own.

No matter how many moments they stole, it was never enough.

His kiss was liquid fire igniting the flame of her desire. One hand rested against her back, with the other cupping her face. She gasped against his mouth, revelling in how desperately hard his body felt against hers. Greedy hands slipped up his chest to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Pulling the material away, Emilia broke the kiss for a single second to gaze at her lover.

Smooth, tanned skin met her eyes, followed by a swift appreciation of the hard strength that lay beneath his trousers. He laughed as he caught her gaze, knowing exactly what she was admiring.

He kissed her again, this time grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The taste of him- Taste was her speciality, but there were no words to describe how perfectly Wrath kissed her.

After too long and never long enough, the lovers parted for breath. He still held her against his chest. In this position, she was the perfect height to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Their breathing echoed through the room in perfect harmony.

She could feel every rise and fall of his powerful, tattooed chest. Such lethal power contained within his body, yet he held her with all the tenderness the world could offer.

“You know,” He mused, “We never got to dance.”

“Are you asking?” A sly smile in his direction.

“Yes. Witch, will you dance with me.” He said witch the way men said love. She looked down at him, grinning.

“No. I can’t dance.”

He laughed. Such a bright sound for one bathed in darkness.

“Liar.”

“Fine. I don’t dance, because I’m awful at it.”

A teasing hand ran down her back.

“I’ll teach you.” At her raised brows, he continued with, “A queen must use every skill in her arsenal.”

Lowering her to the ground, he held out his hands for her to grasp.

“Place your right hand in mine, and left against my shoulder.” Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat roaring off him. When she did as he instructed, he pulled their bodies together until not even an inch separated them. Emilia was fairly certain this wasn’t part of the dance, but she wasn’t going to interrupt. She quite liked this position, pressed against the prince of Wrath, his breath rustling her hair. His hand settled against her spine.

“This next bit is the most important, do you hear? It is crucial even that beginners like yourself get this right.” He teased, and she scowled back at him, though they both knew it was merely in jest.

“Tilt your chin up so you can gaze adoringly into my eyes.” He grinned down her scowl. “I want you to focus on how handsome I am, how talented, and forget everything else. Except how much you want to kiss me.”

She couldn’t help herself, she laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned low and seductive as his hand slid down her spine, drawing her a little closer. “But you’re waltzing like a goddess now.” As he spoke, they started to move. Slowly, he stepped back and followed. To the side, and she followed again. On and on, their little box pattern continued, until Wrath picked up the paced and spun her around.

A gasp left her lips at the movement, but before she could overthink and stumble, he caught her once more with a smile.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the moodiest prince of Hell?”

He shook his head at her words, huffing a laugh as he did. She felt the truth bloom in his chest, he didn’t have to say it. These borrowed moments, these secret trysts... it was happiness, rare as it was, that fluttered between them. They both knew it couldn’t last, but for now, it was real. In that moment, it was all that mattered.

“Teasing witch,” He murmured, and kissed her. Kissed her as if they were not members of two rival houses, as if she was not an unwilling wife to his bastardly brother, as if there were not a chasm of reasons to keep them apart. Tomorrow would bring hellfire, and perhaps regret, but tonight was theirs.

They kissed until night dwindled away into day, and their secret was no longer safe. With the promise of “soon” and an unspoken “I miss you”, Wrath kissed her once more before exiting her side.

The queen of Hell picked up her mask from where it had been tossed across the floor, and stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath. The moment had passed, and she was no longer just Emilia, a powerhouse in her own right, and friend and lover of Wrath’s.

She was the Wicked Kingdom’s vengeful queen, and she would find her happiness once more, or burn the world trying.

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RWBY CRACKPOT THEORY TIME! (SPOILERS?)

So this post will be a rather long one because of all the theories and the level of detail I want to go into. So buckle up kids!! It’s starting time!

Theory 1: TEAM JN_R is gonna die. So let me start with the most likely death: Nora! Why? Well we saw in a trailer that she used herself to conduct electricity through Amity, and she’s CLEARLY in pain. In the opening of the show, we see Penny’s fathers working on Amity (presumably) and it flashes Watts on the other side of the glass. So it’s likely they’ll try to recruit him and he’ll play along. He’s still a villain. It would be the perfect opportunity to take out someone. It would deal a moral and actual blow to the group. Now, Ren’s death relies on Nora. Call it cliche, but I think if Nora dies, he’ll take his own life. He still carries the dagger, it’s clear they have feeling for eachother and they’ve been together for a long time. So that’s where it comes from. Jaune will probably meet his end the same way Pyrrha did. Not necessarily by Cinder’s hand. But all the same. And if my theory of Pyrrha being sent to the same realm that Ozma was when he met the God of light, then the two lovers can rest eternally at last. You’ll learn that a bunch of my theories rely on this main theory.

Theory 2: Salem will obtain the maiden powers through more...malicious means. I’m not sure if it was confirmed or not, but if Salem is able to corrupt people as she was, she can offer to ressurect Nora (following theory 1) in return. Of course, if this wasn’t the case, perhaps she could offer to ressurect Pyrrha. Or even....Summer Rose.

Theory 3: Neo is going to die. See, we know that Salem controls the Grimm. Neo is seeking revenge against RWBY for Roman’s death. What if..AND HEAR ME OUT...she knows Ruby wasn’t at fault. She pretends to hate Ruby to get close to Cinder, by extent, Salem. She’ll try to take her revenge, but between Salem, cinder, and everyone else on board? She won’t even make it in touching distance. A futile attempt, but one she risked her life for.

Theory 4: Neo’s evolved semblance. It was hinted that Semblances can actually evolve to some degree, back in volume 7. This theory comes from my partner!! What if she has the ability to project illusions, similar to Emeralds, but it’s not a mental task. And I spun it off into a sad bit where I said she uses that semblance to project a clone of Roman and sleep next to him crying herself to sleep. ;-; ITS SO SAD AND IM SORRY.

Theory 5: RWBY Corruption. Similar to the theory of using dead people as bargaining chips, this one is more..just to torture them. Salem would corrupt the corpse of Adam and make it undying, sending it after Blake/Yang. They would be facing a foe that can’t stay down from thier past. Adam has caused so much damage (mental and physical) to the pair. It would probably continue to scar them seeing his corpse try to fight them mindlessly. Salem offers to put the man to rest for good by taking one of Team RWBY. After the trade is done, she corrupts the girl to replace Adam.

Theory 6: Sad Summer Times. Somehow, Team RWBY/JNR make thier way into the whale ship. Somehow, Salem is about to fall and perish. As Ruby swings her sythe to strike her down, the black goop from the Grimm pools slides off, revealing a still alive Summer Rose. By the time Ruby sees this, she can’t stop. A head goes rolling on the floor. The goop reassembles itself into Salem. She used a Vessel to sacrifice in the event she was in Danger. (You can think of this one as a substitution Jutsu from NARUTO, but with an actual sacrifice to use).

Theory 7: Salem is trying to start over. She’s suffered so much, she’s already cost thousands of people thier lives when she was human. What if she’s trying to gather the relics to create a new, better world where she and Ozma and live happily without fear of death or age?

Theory 8: Salem’s goal is bigger than any of us can imagine. She already has magic. She’s growing stronger, she’s taken down most of the Kingdoms. There’s nothing to stop her. What does killing the Gods possibly get her? She can already rule over the world as she is. There has to be an even bigger picture

Theory 9: Emerald will defect from Salem’s troops. She came with Cinder because she thought she cared. She’s being neglected SO. HEAVILY. She must hate it. If you look back to the opening, we see a hall of villains that lead up to Salem. If you noticed, Emerald wasn’t there. But MERCURY WAS. It seems odd to only show off one of the low-level henchmen?

Theory 10: Winter will kill James Ironwood. The man...he’s become Salem but for the good guys(? Is he even still?). It was clear NONE of the ace Ops openly approved of the murder James committed. Winter is recovering. The military has been Winter’s entire life, running away from her family problems instead. If James threatens her military career, she probably wouldn’t hesitate to strike. Even if Winter doesn’t murder James, we know she wouldn’t hesitate to Usurp his position. We know that Winter and Weiss will clash this season from the opening.

Theory 11: Ozma will die for good. Or at least by separated from Ozcar. This one doesn’t really have a reason behind it other than the fact that Ozma keeps getting weaker and we saw Salem looming over Ozcar in the opening. I think this would be a great opportunity to allow Ozcar to better expand his own legacy, not the shadow of Oz’s. He would take up Oz’s legacy, but forge his own path the right way. His way. One more theory to go!!

Theory 12: We are reaching the Natural end of RWBY. At least the first generation. As far as I recall, Monty was able to write up about 10 volumes worth of lore and plot. We are going into volume 8. No one said the entire thing is about the VICTORY of Team RWBY. rather, it’s a story about the world of Remnant in its most interesting days. What if the story (from our perspective) is actually about the victory of Salem, accomplishing her goals and seeing the world struggle to fight against her in their final days? Strange theory, but I have such a weird draw to this one. I genuinely feel like Team RWBY won’t succeed in thier goal to stop Salem. I don’t want to see them suffer, but I can’t see them winning. Not unless some magical miracle happens. Which I’m not saying CANT happen....just that I don’t believe it will.

Theory 13: Raven saves the day. I’ve been thinking about a character redemption for Raven since her run away in Volume 5. It would be perfect. She agreed to turn herself over to Salem in exchange for leaving Atlas. I don’t think Salem would agree to it, or even honor the agreement if she did, but it would be amazing if Raven showed up to try and make amends.

I know this was a VERY long one, but I really needed to just let out a giant theory blast. Even if none of these make sense, I like them. Or at the very least, I think they make interesting story bits to share or think about “what if X happened”. Thanks for reading!