#like the plot is okay but the priest doing all this makes no sense it could be anyone at this point

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Justice for jolyne wdym emporio defeated pucci

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Celoso // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hellooo everyone, I had planned to put this out earlier in the day but something happened and it threw me pretty bad, but I still wanted to deliver. As always, happy readinggg!

Plot -> He doesn't want to see you with anyone else but him...

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Friends to Lovers, Cursing, Jealous!Damian (Dom Mention lol), Choking, Spanking, Hickies, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F! Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.0k

“Hey, Y/N, I gotta talk with production real quick… you alright to wait here for a second?” Damian had brought you backstage for an episode of Raw in Brooklyn, which mostly meant you were following him around all night, but it was so cool to be in his world for the night and see your childhood best friend live his dream, becoming one of the biggest stars on the brand in the process. 

“Of course, Dames, I’ll be here!” He flashed you a smile and walked off with someone, leaving you to fend for yourself for the time being. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through socials, making sure to respond to some messages from family and friends. X always provided you with some entertainment, especially on the wrestling side of the app, so you scrolled through some of the Damian fan accounts, liking some tweets here and there.

“Y/N! Is that you?” You snap your head up to find Dominik Mysterio, who was making his way over to you. Now, you weren’t gonna lie, after you met him last year when Damian was still in The Judgement Day you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. He was for sure attractive, but he was so laid back as well and you loved that. You didn’t dare tell Damian though, he’s been weird with crushes you had since you were kids, and after all you just thought Dom was cute- it’s not like it’d ever go anywhere.

“Dom, hey! How have you been,” you extended your arms out and wrapped them around his waist for a hug, staying there for a few moments before backing away. 

“I’m good, I’m good! I didn’t know you were in town tonight, it’s great to see you!”

“Dom… I live here, of course I’m in town,” you chuckled as he blushed, forgetting you were a Brooklyn native.

“Oh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “well hey! I’m staying here an extra day, I’ve got some press stuff to do but afterwards I was thinking we could go get some drinks? It’d be nice to spend some time with you, catch up for a bit…” he trailed off, giving you his trademark smirk letting you know he’s (most likely) up to no good. It was your turn to blush now, looking up at him as he scanned you from head to toe. 

“Um… yeah, I think I’m free tomorrow. I’ll just give you my number so you can text me when you’re done with your interviews and such. There’s this place I know near my apartment, they’ve got really good drinks and some decent food in case we get hungry. I’ll send it to you,” you smiled, taking his phone from his hand and inputting your number before handing it back to him, your hands brushing as you exchanged the phone. That simple touch sent a shock through your body as you looked up at him, sensing he felt the same thing. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he walked backwards, still looking at you and whispered, “te ves bien esta noche, ángel1.” You blushed again at his words while he winked at you and walked off. You leaned back against the wall, sighing contently at the exchange, and noticed Damian standing to the side looking… upset? Sensing his foul mood, you made your way over to him. 

“Hey, there you are! Everything okay? Did the meeting go well?” He nodded, still staring off into the distance as you waved your hand in his face. “Earth to Damian, you sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah. m’fine, What’d he want?” He signaled to Dom, who was walking down the hallway.

“Oh, nothing super important, he just asked if I was free tomorrow to get drinks so I gave him my number so we could meet up. Haven’t seen him in like a year, so it’ll be fun to catch up,” The smile on your face dwindled as you noticed Damian seemed to be getting more and more irritated the more you brought Dom up.

“Sucio…” 

“Huh?” You thought you heard him mutter something under his breath.

“Nothing, let’s get outta here. You ready?” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you both out of the arena and to his car to head to your place, watching him closely as he drove. The arena wasn’t too far from your apartment, so you and Damian were able to get there and get settled in pretty quickly. The two of you were seated on your couch, beers in hand as you two talked about the night.

“Amor, don’t get me wrong, Dom’s my brother… but he’s a player. Seriously, that whole ‘Dirty Dom’ thing you see is real. I just don’t want you to get hurt, ‘cuz then I’d have to kick his ass forreal.”

“Dames, c’mon, it’s not even like that. We’re just catching up, that’s it.”

“You sure about that? Y/N, please don’t be stupid, he was basically fucking you with his eyes…” you smacked his arm gently, cutting him off.

“Hey! Chill, he wasn't, he's just… friendlier than most, I guess. And besides, is it really a bad thing if it is a date?” Damian’s entire demeanor shifted. “I mean, I haven’t gone out with a guy in over a year… maybe it’s time to do something about that? I’ve been pretty lonely, Damian, I don’t exactly have you around all the time…”

“What, and you think Dom can help you with that?”

“Well, I-” he cuts you off, his deep voice getting more and more intense with every second.

“You think Dom can keep you company better than I could? Treat you better than I could? Love you better than I could?” You furrow your brows at him, confused as to why he’s making this all such a big deal.

“Jesus, Dame, you act like you’d be losing me if I were with Dom. Newsflash, you wouldn’t, so why the fuck are you freaking out on me right now?” Damian sighed, setting his beer down and rubbing his temples in frustration.

“Y/N, you just don’t get it…”

“Well then make me understand, Damian. You’re sitting here mad at me because Dom asked me to go get drinks and I just don’t get it. You’re supposed to be happy for me, I’m finally putting myself out there again and as my best frie-”

“It’s just that, Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend anymore, okay? He estado enamorado de ti desde que éramos niños.2 All these years, I’ve waited and waited but I’m tired of waiting, Y/N, I want you. More than anything in this world,” he paused to watch your reaction, as you sat shocked. All this time, he’s been in love with me?

“The thought of you going out with Dom, being with him, letting him touch you? It makes me sick, mi amor, because it should be me. It should be me touching you…” he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, “loving you…” his fingers dance along your jaw and cup your cheek, “tell me you feel it too, please, I know you do.”

“D-Dames, I-,” you stutter out, still trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. Damian sighs, removing his hand from your face and distancing himself, placing his hands on his knees before standing himself up.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I understand…” he trailed off. “I think it might be best if I head home, give us both some time to think about things. I’ll see you later.” Damian heads towards the door, head down as he drags himself to leave. You realize you’re about to let the best thing to ever happen to you walk out, so you stand up and run over to him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to turn him around. Your hands grab his face and pull him down to meet your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist instinctively. You pull away from him, hands still on his face and looking into his eyes. “Dames, I’ve always loved you, I just never thought you did too.” You confessed, blushing as you did so, “but I promised Dom I’d go out for drinks with him. I can’t just cancel on him, we’re fr-” 

“Still thinking about Dom…” Damian closes the distance between you too, bodies dangerously close, “Baby, you won’t be able to remember his name after I’m done with you…  only name that’s gonna be coming from those pretty little lips of yours,” his lips hovered over your own as he growled, “is mine.” He crashes his lips into yours, snaking his hands up your torso and removing your shirt before removing his own. The kiss was intoxicating, your mind feeling fuzzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and walking the two of you backwards. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, making you gasp which allows Damian’s tongue to slip inside and assert its power over you. His fingers trailed along your sides and wove themselves into the waistline of your pants, tugging on the clothing to undo the button. You reached your hands down between you, allowing him to step back as you removed your bottoms and tossed them to the side.

“Fuck, Y/N, tu cuerpo es una obra de arte. C’mere.” Damian pulls you to him and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom. You giggled, playfully kicking your feet and trying to ‘get away’ but Damian’s grip on you remained firm as he placed a smack to your ass making you bury your head in his shoulder as he rubbed the smooth skin and walked you to the foot of your bed. He laid you down before taking his jeans off and climbing on the bed with you, pulling you on top of him and pulling you back in for another kiss. You were straddling him, your hips grinding against him. He hissed against your lips, feeling your wet pussy soak through your panties and onto his growing bulge. The movement of your hips was driving him wild, but more wild were his imaginations of you sinking down on his cock and moving your hips like that while he was buried inside you. He would hold onto that thought, flipping you two over and targeting the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit and sucked the flesh hard, drawing bruises to the surface without a doubt. The intensity in which he worked on you had you spiraling- your mind was hazy and the soft moans being elicited from your mouth were beginning to grow louder. He continued his descent downwards, being sure to kiss, bruise, and nip at your breasts and sternum as he traveled downward. His face was finally level with where you craved him most, and luckily for you he was in no mood for games. He took the delicate material of your panties in his hands and ripped them, the cloth now coming off with ease as your pussy clenched at the sight. He chuckled, admiring your pussy and watching it pulse in ways he knew only he could make it do.

“Oh, baby, she’s so ready for me already,” he brings his right hand to your folds and collects your juices on his fingers, placing them in his mouth and moaning at your taste. “So fuckin’ sweet for me too. Pretty pussy knows who her Papi is, doesn’t she?” You moan at his words, whining as he teases you with his fingers. “Whose pussy is this, nena?” 

“Y-yours, it’s yours…” you moaned but Damian, not satisfied, delivers a gentle smack to the front of your pussy, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, rubbing you to ease the sting from his hand. “You must’ve misunderstood.. I said… whose pussy is this, baby?” He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles, your back arching at his motions. “Mmm, fuck, it-it’s yours, Papi. All yours. Please…” you whimper. “So much better, baby,” he groans and lowers his head, allowing your thighs to wrap around it as his tongue and fingers conduct you to your orgasm like a symphony. The torturous pace of his tongue compared to the pace of his fingers was sending you completely over the edge, your body shaking as he coaxed you to cumming on his fingers. He cleaned you with his mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue as he brought himself back to your level. You kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning into his mouth. You flipped the two of you over to straddle him again as you kissed down his chest, desperately wanting to return the favor. You bring yourself level to the bulge aching in his boxers that desperately wants release and lace your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down. His cock springs free and rests against his lower stomach, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with. You gasp at the sight. “Y-you’re s-so big..” you mumble, keeping your eyes glued to his length. He chuckled, cupping your face and bringing you to look up at him. 

“You like what you see? Hmm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and taking him in your hand. You pump him slowly, spitting on his dick and teasing the tip with light sucks. He grips your hair and pulls down while you look up at him, lifting your chin and letting your mouth fall open. “Papi don’t like you teasin’ me like this, pretty girl,” he groaned at the sight of you before him, so desperate for him. “M’gonna have to fuck that outta you, you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Papi,” you whispered. He winks at you as he slides his cock into your open mouth, your lips tightening around him as he thrusts himself into your throat. He sits up, getting leverage before tightening the grip on your hair and fucking your throat with no mercy. He moans your name loudly, eyes glazed over watching as a trail of saliva dribbles down your chin as your eyes water from his work on your throat. He slows down, pulling out of your mouth as his hand grips his length.

“Mmm, come sit on this dick, princesa.” You crawl up to him and swing your leg over to straddle him, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing his tip along your entrance. Damian’s hands settle at your waist as you rub yourself on him, before sinking down on his cock. You both throw your heads back in pleasure and moan as he slowly bottoms out inside you. You grind your hips on him, your clit brushing on his pelvic bone, and you whimper his name. Your slow grinds pick up as you lose yourself in the feeling of Damian filling you that you grab hold of the headboard and fuck yourself on his dick. Sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs fill the room as you chase your orgasm, as Damian pulls you down to him and wraps his arms around you while thrusting into you from below you. Your moans turn to screams as you bite down on his shoulder, trying hard not to completely fall apart on him. 

“F-fuckkk, Dames. M’so close.. I’m gonna-” Before you finish your thought he throws you off of him, pulling you to your hands and knees before roughly slamming into you from behind. He delivers harsh slaps to your ass as he fucks you mercilessly.

“You think Dom can make you feel this good?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as you moan for him, arching your back and allowing him to go deeper. “You think he can touch you like I can? Dime, cariño, could Dom fuck you this good?” He grabs you by the neck now, lightly squeezing as he pulls you flush against his chest and continues to pound into you from behind. “Answer Papi like a good girl,” he growled in your ear.

“Oh fuckkk, no no no. Only you, Papi. I’m all yours, Dames. Only you can make me- oh my god, I’m so close… please, Papi, please let me cum…” you begged for him, pleading for your release as Damian continued to drill into you.

“Shiiiiit, fuck Y/N- go ahead, baby. Cum all over Papi’s dick.” And with his words your orgasm comes crashing down on you, you shake in his arms as you release all over his cock, moaning Damian’s name over and over as you come down. Damian follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your pussy and moaning your name into your neck, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder. He pulls out of you, collapsing next to you and opening his arms for you to rest your head on his chest.

Damian was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked his eyes open, seeing you were in a deep and peaceful sleep. You were not waking up. He realizes it’s your phone so he picks it up to turn it off, but sees the caller ID and stops. Dom.

He slides his thumb across to answer the call. “Hey, Y/N! I wanted to let you know I’m done wi-”

“Oye, Y/N’s not going out tonight, está ocupada conmigo… oh, and Dom,” he paused, glancing over at you and watching you sleep soundly beside him, “borra su número antes de que tengamos un problema.” Damian hangs up before Dom can speak, setting your phone to the side and cuddling into you once more before falling back asleep himself.

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Out of curiosity, why do you dislike Midnight Mass? It's really like hear your opinions.

it's just so fucking BORING!! the concept is interesting i do find the concept interesting (vampire priest who believes his vampirism is a gift from god) but somehow it was done in the least interesting way possible. sometimes there's like a minute where i thought "holy shit is it finally gonna get better" and then i watched the next episode and it continued to be exactly the same.

all the characters are basically exactly the same. i know it's by monologue flanagan but can they at least monologue in DIFFERENT ways??? dear god. he edited it himself and you can REALLY tell. the fucking ten minute scene that's just "what do you think happens after we die? vcnvncmrnwbvnjef vdmnnc cmnennwneetnewnnwbefnbrtnbemrbermnbmrbtrtbwnrebeb" is crazy who thought that was a good idea. god every character was so forgettable i think i remember like 4 names. genuinely i see people talking about a character and i have to look them up and i STILL don't remember them. don't get me started on the fucking therapy speak. also riley flynn is the most boring protagonist i've ever seen i can't think of a single personality trait he has. i can barely think of ANY personality traits ANY characters have.

i know we shit on his adaptations a lot (as we should) and at the very fucking least he didn't ruin another excellent work of horror with midnight mass but he is NOT a good writer with his own stuff either!! it's so BLAND. even when it's not boring it's bland and uninteresting. i know i'm biased i know i watch extreme horror to find artistic value in underlooked pieces of media so i'm used to "that freak shit" but he did nothing!!! he did nothing with his vampire priest! he was literally irrelevant by the end because he gave that antagonist role to some other character and he was never really the protagonist either. he was just there for a really dumb late-game romance plot/plot twist.

it's such an unbearable show and the ending isn't even good!!! its tone is so fucking weird like everyone dies and yet there's still a weirdly hopeful tone to it. i feel like that's a moment to REALLY lean into the tragedy. it doesn't have a happy ending but it also doesn't let you feel sad enough for it to be truly tragic.

also there's like three different types of vampire in the show and it makes NO sense why they're so different from each other. i'm not asking for extensive lore i'm just asking for consistency.

it's like 8 hours long and i know i've probably spent way more than that complaining about this fucking show but still a waste of my time. it just sucks so much. it could have been an okay movie but as a whole show it's so dragged out and doesn't DO anything with those eight hours. i don't mind a slow burn i really don't but a) the build up has to be worth something and b) it has to have something really really good at the end of the build up.

honestly it looks SO good in gifs and screenshots and fanart that it makes me wish the show was better because you could have a much better experience just looking at those and imagining a good show than actually watching it.

on the plus side if you DO watch the actual show riley's death scene is the funniest shit in the whole thing.

[lenaboskow]

So, while all this shitstorm is raging (and it's really disgusting to witness) it also seems quite convenient for the show to keep silent... Like, do we actually know anything at all about 8x07 and 8x08 (except the promo clip and summary)? We were all anticipating 8x06 and, I think, only knew about Bcktmmy relationship struggles (or had we also known about the Madney plot?), but now when it's passed? Do we have any information (okay, Oliver said about Buck and Jee baking together, but it's a very small piece of data lol), any insight, anything about what's to come???

(If we do, I'm sorry for being inattentive lmao)

we knew about madney to an extent in that we knew they were having the "do we have another kid" convo, but only because they told us at the beginning of the season and everyone kind of brushed it off. but they have been very silent, and as far as character arcs? we know nothing about bathena (we know something about a rookie for athena making her question herself, but that's it), nothing about henren, the pregnancy thing for madney, and the only thing we know about buddie is that buck just broke up with his boyfriend and will bake with jee at some point, and eddie is discovering himself, and will react to the breakup in an unusual way.

as for unofficial stuff (stuff the cast (read: oliver mostly) has posted on insta), we do know that there's a car crash call at some point, presumably before the midseason break. we also know that brad rides in the firetruck for some reason. i don't think the priest is returning, but kenny did reply to a post with him on the official account saying "welcome back" so there's that.

a lot of the ryliver articles contradicted themselves about where buddie is at/is doing in the next few eps, so i'm not even going to try to decipher them

a lot of the silence is due to the bts freeze they put on around the time they started wrapping 804 (?), which could mean nothing but it could mean everything.

sorry if this made no sense, i haven't had coffee today lol

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You know what its past midnight Im gonna make a post critisising acotar despite never having the read the series, the only book of SJMs ive actually read was crescent city but I spend a lot of time in anti acotar circles bc its fun being a little hater sometimes and I think I know enough by now to atleast critise some of the themes. I definitely know more about this series than I should, like I know about that immortal horse whose horse wife tragically died in horse childbirth and then Im pretty sure he died of horse sadness. And yet, despite cari can read being pretty good at explaining magic shit, I still dont know what the hell syphons are or why illyrians have them or why they matter so you really never stop learning huh

Anyway, I wanted to talk about the misogyny within the universe of acotar because its really bad, both in the sense that its just annoying and insufferable to read about even second-hand and in the sense that its badly written. The thing that inspired this was this short piece of flashfiction by @feynessupremacy about an unnamed girl from the hewn city being married off and having a horrible time living in this endless cycle of misogynistic abuse that her mom is still in and that her dauggters will end up in, all powerless to do anything against this kind of systemic sexism. I thought it was good and made its intended point pretty well but it also made me once again realize how borderline comical this series portrayal of misogyny is

Like, okay, once again, I have not read these books myself but it very much seems like the sexism in this world just materialized in the second book, from the summaries Ive watched it straightup seems like it was just not there in the first book. I mean hell, the entire plot hinges on the fact that Tamlin was sending all these fae disguised as fucked up creatures out so that they would hopefully be killed by a woman so she could break the curse, which implies that women being hunters was pretty normal. (Also, dont come at me with any kind of "oh, it doesnt specify the gender of the person who needs to break the curse a guy couldve done it as well", sjm is too insufferably heteronormative to consider that)

So basically what Im saying is, from my perspective it very much seems like sjm put not only systemic misogyny but like, incredibly violent systemic misogyny to the point where women being brutalized is basically completely normal, in her fantasy series for the sake of making a man look good because hes a wittle sad :( about it sometimes which is honestly pretty funny to me

But it gets even funnier because it doesnt even seem like sexism is really a widespread thing ? Like, i have never seen anyone else directly address this but its all I can think about: in the Nightcourt, the misogyny and institutionalized violence against women is literally the worst it possibly can be with genital mutilation and everything and then in the rest of Prythian its just like, not there. There are plenty of women with political power, the queen of adriada comes to mind first, Im pretty sure I read something about a woman from the wintercourt who was in a similar position of power, its unclear to me what all these fuckin priestesses do because theres no focus on the religion at all much less the institution(s) behind that religion, but they have to have some kind of power if theyre anything like priests in our world (although tbh they seem more like nuns to me functionally just with a diffrent name), especially Ianthe who was like a high priestess and directly in charge of Feyre, who shouldve been the most powerful woman in the springcourt by virtue of being with the high lord, Amren and Mor seem to be well respected outside of the NightCourt, their only deity is the MOTHER. Sure, there arent any "official" High Ladies but if being a High Lord entails being chosen by the magic of the land or The Cauldron or The Mother or whatever other kind of magic bullshit and women just dont get to have it for some reason, is that really indicative of the broader culture being sexist, or is that just God, Who Canonically Exists being sexist? Idk about you, but Im leaning towards the latter option

Thats not even mentioning the mortal lands which seem to be ruled by queens exclusively at the time of the story taking place, or Hybern which had Amarantha and I think her sister as well be these high-ranking generals and it wasnt presented as anything unusual. Like, are you telling me that the kingdom whose only value is "we love slavery, we would like to have slavery back" is more progressive than the court of fuckin Feminist King Rhysand?? I Am Going To Turn Into The Joker

Anyway, I think thats all I have to say, please correct me if I got any of this information wrong I cannot stress enough that I have not read these books and dont plan on reading them anytime soon, atleast not in english because reading the term mate a 1000 times sounds like too much for me to bear, atleast in german theyll probably use a term like "Gefährte/in" which doesnt make me think of actual animals

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Beasts of Santa Carla

This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.

( MasterList )

Original Characters : Veve, Puck, Volk, Steinfield, Valentina, Calypso

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7

The music was now loud and the event was almost ready to get started. Key players were still missing like a certain corrupt priest and the vampires this whole training practice was for though. You growl into your pre-saved essence bottle as you were getting impatient. Did they really not care to get you or Laddie back. You knew it was just a plot to get them all out here in one area but it was genuinely making you upset the thought that they blew your fake rescue off. It didn't help you had been surving off pre-saved essence right now because after your date with Paul and Marko you suddenly lost the appetite for anyone else.

You chuck the empty bottle glass exploding on the ground before you feel Veve start to rub your back. “ Hey, hey. What's got you upset girlie? Did Volk not get you fed earlier? “ You turn your head face heating up as your tail wraps around your leg nervously. “ I just wasn't in the mood for it. Not that hungry. “ You can feel the sweat dripping down your face as Veve examines you closer. You know you can't hide it from her but you're hoping you don't have to admit it out loud. After feeding off the boys no one else was tasting as good anymore. Even Volk, your favorite snack, became stale and boring to you. Not that his bed game was getting bad, just his soul's flavor. 

Were you pissed off because David and Paul saw into your nightmare? That you and Marko had drunk sex you couldn't remember? Or were you actually pissed because you hated to admit you wanted them. Teeth grinding, even the mere idea of craving David had you pissed. Why couldn't he just keep being a manipulative snarky bitch.. He just had to be secretly sweet. A heavy jeweled hand pulled you in close as a tall Latina witch pulled you into her side. “ (Y/n) ! How's my favorite organ donor doing? Been a while since you got your prescription filled.” The woman hands you a pack of pre rolled cigarettes with a strange red sparkling herb in it. You immediately open the pack putting one in your mouth getting ready to light it before Veve is protesting.

“ Are you serious ( Y/n )! You know all those things you do is numb you. Just because devils root and angel tear petals can medicate you doesn't mean you should. “ Veve goes to snatch the cigarette from your mouth before you hand it to Valentina who gladly takes a puff. “ Don't worry, Veve I've got our girl taken care of. It's the pure stuff I promise. I fixed her dosage as well so she won't experience any of the bad side effects of the devil's root. It's like weed. She'll be okay. “ Veve still growls in response, not so happy with your little fight club friends enabling your self destructive behavior. “ Sure but all these herbs are for her is another way to self-destruct. There a bonified crutch for her and she's been doing good recently I don't want to find her so medicated she can't form a single thought. “ You feel a sense of guilt for a moment at the cigarette in your hand before you think about the last 24 hours.

“ Please Veve. I can't possibly make it through the night sober. I promise I'm only smoking them to calm me down not to numb me to the point I can't think. “ Your cousin looks at you with a glare before her eyes soften. She's been with you since the night you were attacked and ran off. She's been through so many of your highs and worse possible lows. How many times you've run away and isolated yourself from even her, falling apart till she found you putting you back together slowly. You were like her sister, the only person who truly knew you but she just wanted you to be happy and finally stop being tormented by that oni bastard who dared to call himself both your childhood friends. “ Okay. For tonight but if I catch you comatose again I'm having Volk pump your stomach and we're confiscating these. “

You smile being pulled into a big hug by her before she places her forehead against yours. “ I'm going up to the stands. I think our quests are finally showing up. Don't do anything stupid you hear me!” You turn to the entrance of the arena where lycanthropes are gathered hollering and hooting, antagonizing the vampires as the group confidently marches to where you are. Laddie looks from where he is eating with Puck to notice Dwayne glaring him down while Star looks disappointed. The boy instinctively curling up in on himself before the blonde lycanthrope let's out a nasty growl. “ So glad to see you two are having fun. Did you enjoy your day out? Enjoyed hanging with these flee bags more than us. Well it's time to honor your side of the deal (Y/n). Or did you forget your promise. “

Your arm mark stings as your eyes roll, leaning into your high from your cigarette. “ Don't get your panties in a twist David. I'm here aren't I. If you're mad about Marko getting sex and not you, don't feel bad I barely remember it. “ Marko seems hurt by this comment as his hands ball into fists but then again he didn't remember the night either. “ Your both coming home. Now. “ Dwayne growls as the time for games was over, your apparent attitude is not endearing. He motions for the boy to come to his side before you raise your hand, Laddie freezing in his tracks as Volk pushes In Front of the vampires. “ I don't know if your sleep caused amnesia boys but they're not going with you. They're staying with our pack since we can actually take care of them unlike the likes of you. Ferals. “ A smirk plays on your face as you whistle into your cigarette not facing the vampires staring into your soul.

Marko roughly grabs Volk by his shirt collar as all the demons gather around the scene. “ You want to say that again fleabag. I'll put your ass out for that. “ Marko gets ready to punch before Volk tilts his head signaling for you to get your man. In a split second you knock Marko out on his ass easily pulling him away and slinging him on the floor. The curly haired vampire doesn't even have time to react before a bone heel is pressed into his chest keeping him down. Your cigarette barely affected as you take a long drag surprising the vampires before Paul makes a lunge at Volk as well. Without missing a beat a whip of bone wraps around his foot roughly dragging him to your pile of Vampires as you lean down blowing a mix of medicated smoke and pheromones in the pairs face.

“ Why would you betray us princess? I thought you were on our side.“ Marko says letting out a groan as you pile a confused Paul on top of him placing your heel back on top of them. “ I am on your side. You were gonna do something stupid so I stopped your dumbasses. Don't take it so hard sweethearts I just like playing rough. “ You smirk down at them, eyes lighting up as you blow more smoke in their face, whip laying at your side. Dwayne growls at you. “ You're breaking your promise. I won't stand by as you hurt us. “ Your heart stings at this, your teeth grinding as your heel pushes further down on the chaos duo earning a squeak from them. “ No, your breaking the promise Dwayne. How the hell am I supposed to feed off y'all or even learn to love you if I can't even trust you guys to keep Laddie safe. I just stopped these two from attacking the werewolf's pack leader effectively causing a turf war. You guys would understand the importance of that if you weren't a bunch of ferals. They are right to call you guys that since you became vampires joining our society but you can't even take the time to learn how things work.”

David's eyes flash red as he pulls you off the two by your arm roughly glaring daggers into you. How dare you talk to them like that after all the care and worry they have shown for you. The effort they made to win you over. “ Just cause we have a deal doesn't mean you get to lash out on us when we're trying to love you. “ You glare back into red eyes before grabbing David by the throat both Micheal and Star now becoming worried. “ No you don't get to love me. I can't protect you all, the way the coven is now. Micheal hates you and doesn't trust me. Star is so lost she's doesn't feel like she has a voice. And you four don't even know that with how you all are now your all in danger of being killed by the vampiric high council if they find out you fucking exist. While I'm over here taking responsibility for what I did to Laddie you have proved you can't take care of him or me.”

Confused eyes soften on you as Michaels face washes with guilt and confusion. David freezes, loosening his hold on you before you kick his feet out from under him, effectively maneuvering yourself to put David in a headlock with your thighs. The blonde struggles a bit trying to claw at your plush flesh while the adrenaline mixed with your scent hits his nose riling him up. He feels wrong for getting turned on by this but something about this position and your strong demeanor is doing something for him. “ So no Dwayne I didn't break our deal. And I haven't hurt the blondes either. If anything I'm fulfilling my end since y'all wanna boast about me not needing to feed on anyone else then leaving me starving all day and night. These three are my snacks before I spend the next few weeks beating your asses into shape. You don't wanna be labeled ferals fine. Just let me fulfill my duty to protect you guys. “

You feel three taps on your shoulder from Volk as he's thoroughly satisfied with the demonstration given to everyone. The demons of the club sit patiently observing before cheers and hollers erupt. Valentina swiftly helps you up as she steals the last of your cigarette. “ Really short stack, these are the boy toys you want us to teach. I can work with the girlie. I sense she's got potential in my department but these men are hopeless.” You laugh shooting your stylish friend a look. “ Hey. You know my type of men is big, tall and stupid. But watch it. Only I get to give them shit.” Veve smiles down at the scene In Front of her. You definitely were catching some sort of feelings. This made her extremely happy to see you healing finally. Hopefully you'd eventually admit to it but she knew this was just the beginning of your journey. The woman hands Laddie a fruit she sliced for him as she keeps the boy calm.

“ Do they not like eachother? Are big sis (Y/n) and the others gonna fight again? “ The boy looks down worry lacing his face as the woman laughs. “ No she's likes them a lot. If she didn't she wouldn't go out of her way to arrange this for all of you to get stronger. She just fights David so much because she wants the best for him she's just too stubborn to admit it. Now why don't we make her proud by continuing to work on that homework. “ The boy looks to his book he was studying in as the pair go back to his education. You were currently pressuring said blonde vampire to strip his clothes in the makeshift locker room. “ Just put the damn work out clothes on. It's not gonna kill you to show a bit of skin David. “ The blonde huffs as he holds the short shorts up, staring at them and the tank top he thought was tacky. “ That's easy to say for you. Your kind doesn't even like clothes. “ You roll your eyes as you chase the man. “ So you can read. Bravo. Now strip. Or do I have to coax them off of you the old fashion way. Oh please David remove your layers of black clothing and put the fucking uniform on you pastey asshole. “

David's face morphs into a sneer as you pull at his clothes. “ This is not how I was imagining the next time I took my clothes off for you was gonna go. Though I guess you're wearing a lot more than I personally like you to be wearing in my fantasies . “ This comment is met with you harshly punching David as you start forcibly ripping his clothes off him threatening to tear them if he doesn't cooperate peacefully. It takes a bit of struggling and a lot of staring in shock from Micheal who's worried you'll do that to him next so he changes without question. “ Did you guys eat before you came here? Micheal, how are you feeling right now, no cravings or urges?” Shocked by the sudden gentleness of your question he shyly shakes his head.

“ No, by the time we got to the cave they dragged us all the way out here. I am feeling a bit sluggish from it. “ A soft smile finds its way to your face as you pat the brunette's arm. “ Well we have food so don't worry. I even made sure to get food you can eat. You may just have to fight the lycanthropes for the prime rib or steak. “ The man grabs your hand as you walk him out the locker room, an intrigued David watching like a hawk. “ You don't mind that I'm not ready to change fully?” You stop in your tracks staring up into Micheal with a gentle yet firm look plastered on your features. “ I'm sure Star has already told you and the books I gave have confirmed it. You can't go back from being a vampire. But you still have a choice of when and what vampire you'll be. I don't mind helping like I did with Laddie but I won't intervene with your choice unless I think you're going in a direction you don't want. “

“So if I almost attack my family you'll stop me. Or another human. “ Your hand pulls him to your chest staring into his deep baby blues. “ If that's what you ask of me then I will. Though I barely know you and you barely know me so I'm sure you don't know whether to trust me or not but why don't you let me show you with my actions rather than my words. “ You finally get to the table piled high as you start digging in now that you have an actual appetite again. Micheal looks to Star for direction but she's busy talking to someone else so he turns to his side to see Volk piling food on his plate. Dwayne comes behind you pulling you in close leaning his head against you. “ I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were doing this for us. “ You chit your teeth together before handing him a glass bottle. “ You can apologize and suck up to me after you actually understand the importance of things. This should have been your sires job but obviously everyone can tell he doesn't care. “

Dwayne is hurt as you pull away from him examining the bottle before opening and smelling your blood. He starts chugging it down desperately like if he stops it will disappear his body tensing as he feels like he's getting high from it. “ Don't drink so fast you'll throw it up. I didn't make a ton of bottles for you guys to go through it in one night. “ Marko looks up with Paul as both are four bottles deep and David is on his second. “ We can't help you taste amazing” Your face heats up as the demons around you snicker, Volk almost spitting beer out his nose as he's chatting with Micheal. Suddenly gloved hands feel your legs up landing on your hips before a familiar voice is in your ear. “ Isn't she marvelous? A whole new species of succubi with the durability of an insect demon. Truly an intoxicating genetic mix. “

Your face is red as you feel your anger snap quickly tossing your assaulter over your shoulder placing them in an arm bar. “ How many times do I have to tell you not to grope me unless you're paying you bastard priest!!!?” The holy man starts to laugh before kicking his legs saying uncle trying to get you to let him go. Paul's glass shattering in his hands as he's pissed this guy was blatantly feeling you up while Volk shakes his head sighing motioning for the three boys following to come closer. “ I told you she attracts weird ass clients. Micheal this is, Father Stienfield. He is Santa Carla's head exorcist and also the teacher of these three apprentices. These little shits were running around saying they were gonna kill the vampires so I sent them his way.” Edgar trys rescuing his corrupt teacher from the angry succubus but can't unlock her limbs from trying to pry the man's arm out his socket.

“ I told you boys my tamer demon was a genetic beauty. '' Allan and Sam join in trying to rescue him as Steinfield continues laughing between his pleads for help. “ Preteen apprentices, are you serious Stienfield! I mean I guess it's better your creepy ass likes groping demons and not young choir boys!” Eventually you let go of the priest as the young boys sigh. “ She sure doesn't seem to like you Father Steinfield. Again are you sure she's your familiar she just tried to pry your arm off. “ Sam says exhausted from the amount of work has to be put in to rescue him. “ Sam!?” The boy looks up only to make eye contact with his older brother. The same brother for the last few weeks he's been giving the cold shoulder to after he discovered he was a vampire now. “ What are you doing here!?” Both say in unison pointing accusing fingers at each other. “ No I asked first! What in the world are you wearing!?”

Micheal pushes past the group of demons now standing Infront of his brother who's dressed in a peculiar formal priest outfit embellished with red accents. “ For your information it's my apprentice exorcist uniform. Now answer what you're doing here fang face. Here to betray your family even more. “ Micheal's face twists into anger and hurt as he goes to grab his brother on the collar before a white light burns his hand. “ Not so fast blood sucker. Keep your undead hands off our brother in arms. “ Allen says confidently pointing his finger at Micheal with a glowing rosary tightly wrapped around his knuckles. Edger grabs Sam, yanking them back to safety before shoving a cross up between the three and a very angry Micheal. Volk sighs while the vampires minus Star start to get riled up. “ These were the dweebs threatening to kill us in our sleep. “ Marko says standing in front of Micheal.

You help Steinfeld up looking at him with silent confusion in anger as he raises his hand motioning towards you to stop the fight from escalating. With swift motion a line of blood whips between the opposing forces as Steinfield stands confidently giving you the command to part the seas. A wall of blood shoots up covering the parties' views of each other as giant hands push the groups away causing shock and confusion but successfully breaking the fight up. “ Well it seems like we've hit a conflict. My apprentices versus the vampires they have sought retribution from for turning Sam's brother into a creature of the night. Now my lovely servant from hell, how do you think us mortals should seek contributions?” You stand by Father Steinfeld's side looking at Volk. Those sneaky bastards hid the kids from under your nose this whole time.

You process the information you've received by gritting your teeth as you know you would have killed them without realizing Micheals brother was one of them. You promised to help Micheal out and here it appeared you set this up to antagonize him. The said half vampire turns to you waiting for an answer you don't know how to give but you steal your emotions. “ We will train the Vampires of Santa Carla till they hit the status of not being ferals. They have committed no crime by adding to their ranks but as his vampirism is incurable it will be up to the victim to decide his fate rather he becomes a day walker, a regular vampire, or chooses execution to preserve his human integrity. I've arranged this month of training to break the vampires from their ignorance and convert their last members so they aren't a danger to the public's safety.” You turn your head away from Micheal as you can't look him in the eye as it sinks in that he has a month left of being a half vampire and his humanity is truly gone.

Volk moves to your side squeezing your shoulder as he looks up on the underworlders and humans. “ The apprentices will get plenty of time to train their skills as well as take their frustrations out on the vampires till it seems that a settlement has been reached. As a leader of Santa Carla I announce the punishment for The Vampire coven is to take place in rehabilitation training till they understand our society and rules so they may not cause chaos to us again. “ Father Stienfield smirks standing tall as the crowd of creatures look upon him with hatred and curiosity. “ And I as head exorcist take full responsibility for the ignorance of my apprentices. For even their threats of taking a underworlders life unjustly had threatened the thin layer of peace between us mortals and the society of underworlders who inhabit this pardoned land with us. For centuries us humans have been at war with forces we can not understand nor compete with but thanks to people long since gone we have found peace in places like Santa Carla. So let's repair our peace through the language of learning and battle. Something we can all understand “

The crowd erupted into cheers and chants as the vampires looked upon the three apprentice exorcists before the first night of hell began. Sam and Micheal are not even able to look each other in the eyes as they are pulled away by separate groups.

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“Are you serious! Why do we have to spend the whole month with these creatures from hell. “ Edgar says as The werewolf's stand before him ready to take him away for quality time. “ Because You three decided to run around announcing a genocide in a pardoned town. I've already explained this lesson to you. Exorcists are the protectors and peacemakers for human kind. The gods have blessed us with this ability to bridge the gap. I cannot allow you to run around with this biased hatred for creatures you don't even understand. “ Edgar tries to stand his ground before he's tugged away while the witches take off with Allen leaving Sam standing next to you. “ Why do I get assigned with your tamer chick? Don't succubi kill humans. She protects the vampires who took my brother from me. “

You sigh flicking your tail. You were ready to do flight exercises already as the vampires are being stretched and warmed up in ungodly positions by Veve who decided watching was boring. “ If you don't want to that's fine by me. But your brother isn't gone. You are just choosing to push him away. “ Sam turns your direction, glaring at you. “ Would you butt out demon. I'm trying to talk to my mentor here. How would you know anything of what I'm going through? “ You turn to the boy leaning down slightly to mock him as your eyes glow with intensity. “ Your right pipsqueak, I don't know what you're going through. Not at all. But then again you don't know what I've been through. I've been alive for 200 years. I've lapped human lifetimes like it was a joke so I know a thing or two. Your having a tough fucking time because you care about your brother. If you keep damaging your relationship though, someday you'll die and regret it. You could say something you regret and because human and even demonic life's can be cut short he’ll be to fucking dead to hear your apologies.”

Sam's face is white with fear and guilt as your low threatening tone rings in his ear. “ I just don't want my mom to get hurt. I don't want my brother to change. “ You let out a sigh as your heart hurts. This was a kid you were talking to a mortal one at that who can't possibly understand the complications of vampirism and immortality. You ruffle his head as you walk him over to the group. “ He's always gonna change because everyone grows up and changes. Even demons like me. It's the gift that is life and the thing that connects every living being and that's change. Your brother is a vampire now there's no going back but that doesn't mean he still can't be as close to human as he can be. If he becomes a Daywalker he can still walk in the sunlight and he can live off demon blood instead of humans. But you have to be open with him right now because he's just as lost as you. He's just a dickhead who hides it. “

Sam seems to worry a bit less at your kind words but is still upset with the vampires though. “ What about David and them? They did this and they deserved to be punished in some way. They made him into a monster. “ You tilt your head looking at the young exorcist. “ Punch them in the dick. I don't know. Sure seems like effective payback. Or just keep bullying them till you get your preteen anger out. Hey I'll even give you brass knuckles if you want or I'll hold David down. “ This makes Sam laugh. Was the person who was supposed to be protecting the vampires, a creature of the night, really telling him to just punch David in the dick till he felt that was a good enough punishment. “ What if he attacks me? What will we do then. “ You grab the boy's shoulder pulling him in close as you join in his laughter.

“ You're my partner in crime for a month, kid. If you think David's gonna out fly me you're wrong. If he fucks with you he's fucking with me and then I'll kick him in the nuts. “ The two of you finally are standing In Front of a pack as they look thoroughly tortured from Veves stretching training. “ Bodies are not supposed to bend that way. “ Micheal says flopped on the ground holding his thighs from the torture he just went through. “ I don't think my bones are in their sockets. “ Marko mumbles trying to limply crawl away. “ Welp looks like Michael's brother is my buddy for the month so everyone this is Sam. He's technically my responsibility like Laddie is so if anyone fucks with him I'm obligated to kick your ass even if David and me have that binding vow. “ The three blondes growl in response but you stare them down with a silent threat.

Sam tugs on your arm trying to get your attention as he hides behind you. “ What's a binding vow?” Micheal sits up letting out a huff of annoyance. “ They're basically playing demonic chicken. If either breaks the promise they will become inverted porcupines. Because I guess that's what underworlders think is funny. “ A frown finds its way to your face as you can see Micheal starting to give you the cold shoulder again. Reaching into your bra you pull out your cigarettes and your trusty lighter. Quickly pulling Michaels face to yours before sliding a cig between his lips lighting it for him as his face explodes into shock and blush by the closeness with you. A heavenly scent he's been keeping away from was so close flooding his nose. God why did you have to be so close he couldn't control himself last night and here you were practically trapping him under you.

He could see down your leotard, your breasts being so close to him along with the way your delicate clawed hands traced against his jaw holding him in place. So tantalizing and arousing. Acrylic nails danced along his lips keeping the cigarette in his mouth. This man was enamored with you in such a desperate and pathetic way as he tried fighting his attraction to you with his anger. It wasn't working though as anytime he was near you a animalistic part of himself he was trying to suppress wanted nothing more than to rip into that soft forbidden flesh. “ You need to chill out, pretty boy. You're so round up tight you're gonna pop a blood vessel at this point. “ Red hot smoke fills his lungs as his eyes don't dare move from the hued animal-like orbs piercing into him through delicate lashes. His muscles relax as his head becomes fuzzy leaving Michaels to feel light and airy before the cigarette is pulled from his mouth and placed between two plump glossed ones.

David stands up moving closer to look at the blissed out brunette as the instructors come to pick their victims. “ What did you do to him?” The blonde says examining the scene in front of him before red smoke blows in his face as well. It was the same herb you smoked the night at the brothel. “ Tch. Same thing I did to Paul and Marko earlier which had you freaking out. Basically numbs someone out before replacing how they were feeling before with a nice high. It won't impair you unless you smoke enough to do that. If he gets too emotional right now he's more likely to go berserk and I know he doesn't want to drink blood so I'm keeping him at a baseline. “ Sam goes to his brother, shaking him by the shoulders. Micheal only responds by trying to bat him away but not really getting angry.

David is suddenly whisked into the air by a hulking ghoul as a Frankenstein-like creature stands next to it.” We call dibs on the cranky one first for boxing. “ The witches encapture Dwayne in a binding spell, floating him in the air towards them and Allen. “ Well we want the quiet one. Magic and Mental training seems like it will be fun with this one. “ Paul tries to run off but is quickly snatched by Puck and Volk as Edgar stands next to them begrudgingly. '' Guess we take the glitz and glam here. Hope you're ready to do lifting laps. “ Poor Marko still splayed out on the floor trying to wiggle away but having no fight in him after stretches accepts his fate as Father Stienfield stands above him. “ Don't worry you'll have plenty of time to rest your body before rotation time. Hope you're ready to take a test on your knowledge. “ The corrupt priest holds a big packet as Marko groans in response.

Star and Micheal turn to you expecting someone to also take off with them before you laugh. “ Don't worry you are on light work since we're trying not to trigger you going berserk and go full vampire. Well of course not till you're comfortable choosing what vampire you'll be. So you're stuck with flight training with me first. “ You wink at the pair as you pull them to your area that's been set up with you and Calypso. “ Sam, this is Calypso. Santa Carla's Ocean protector and ambassador. He's the person who throws all the trash out the ocean and helps lost sailors, surfers, or divers. “ The giant mercraken stairs down at the boy cracking his knuckles. “ And I drown thugs who decide to fuck with my home. Remember that punk. “ Sam gulps a bit at the sight of the giant mercraken as he stairs the boy down before laughing his ass off.

“ You see that (Y/n) I scared the piss outta the kid. Don't worry y'all Emerson's are cool with me. Your mother used to clean the beach all the time when she was growing up so y'all get family passes. “ Micheal and Sam turn to the Kraken, confused looks mirroring on their faces. “ You know our mother?” Micheals interest peaked. It never occurred to him that the underworlders would know anything about his family. “ I don't know her personally though my wife practically baby sat her growing up thanks to Miss Emerson and her being friends. I used to be on "don't let the kid drown" duty when the girls would get together to chat all the time sharing recipes.” Sam jumps at the opportunity to hear more. “ Does Mom know about Santa Carlas under world?! Why would she never tell us. “

“ Because she doesn't know. “ The pair's interest is further peaked by you even knowing something about their mother as they quickly direct there attention to you. “ How do you know that? Have you been in Santa Carla that long. “ Micheal moves closer to you almost trapping you as you fiddle with getting your hair up. “ I've been in Santa Carla for 60 years but my clan has had people in this town since its founding. Santa Carla is the place misfit exorcists get sent since normal exorcists usually get driven nuts by not being able to do much but policing in a pardoned town like this. If your the Emerson's we think you are. You are the grandsons of Santa Carlas previous head exorcist. The one who trained that pervert Steinfield. “ Sam is taken back in shock. He thought he was the only exorcist in the family now the idea that Grandpa was one to gets him excited yet frustrated with not knowing this side of the family.

“ Yeah, that doesn't explain why she doesn't know, especially if grandpa was the head exorcist.” Sam wanted answers since he had family history he didn't even know about. That now he was accidentally following in the footsteps of. “ Us underworlders have no clue. We just know he told us to keep her outta trouble but keep her unaware. He had werewolves, ghouls, witches, and even the fae specifically keeping your mom away from the vampires. “ Calypso set down the finale object for training prepared for the night as he crosses his arms. “ All I know is from my connection to Steinfield. He mentioned one time he was the stand in for Father Emerson's kid because she wasn't exorcist material. You'll probably have to ask him.” You turn your attention to Star who's been uncharacteristically quiet all night as Micheal and Sam pester Calypso for stories of there family. She's barely even talked to you all night and you were worried your talk in the bathroom had scared her away from you.

As you walk towards her she shys away from your touch. “ Hey starshine. You okay? Did I upset you the other night with our chat in the bathroom. “ You whisper to her as you move closer to touch the vampiric fledgling but her body jolts again. “ No no I'm okay. It's just everythings a lot right now. I didn't think we'd only have a month left after yesterday. “ You gently lead her to sit with you on a log as you reach to pull things from your bag of holding hoping to get your hair tied up. “ It's okay. I promise both you and Micheal that I'll do everything I can to help you through this. I don't mind being your support beam right now. God dammit why won't my hair just work with me. “ Star smiles as she gently takes the hair tie and red braided rope from you. Instinctively you look at the red braided rope eyes pinpointing at it as your breath hitches. “ Please be careful with the rope. It's something special to me. “

The girl curiously examines it before giving a gentle nod and smile to you as her delicate hands softly pull your hair up into a messy bun. Star was trying her best to tame your jungle of hair but it too was giving her some difficulty but the time between you was peaceful and almost intimate. “ If you don't mind me asking ( Y/n) what makes this rope special to you. I assume someone who's lived as long as you this rope has some special story. I kinda wanna hear about your life. “ You pause for a minute with soft hands fiddling with the antique ring on your finger. “ It's from someone I loved a lot. It's all I have left of him. “ Star pulls her hands away from your hair cupping them to herself nervously. “ I'm so sorry I didn't mean-” You quickly turn to her, grabbing her hands. “ No no you're okay. You're not the first person to ask. Honestly I'm the only person who keeps their memories alive so I don't mind remembering them. I hope you're not planning to do training with all that gorgeous hair in your face though. Why don't I help you tie up yours?”

Stars face is warm with blush as she accepts the favor. She didn't mean to upset you she just wanted to know more about the women she had a crush on that was dancing through her daydreams. You were harsh and direct but could be so soft with her and Laddie. Your hands tangled in her curly locks felt heavenly as she wanted you to play with her hair even more as your scent wafted into her nose. It filled her with a sense of calm like someone she's known for ever while also somehow being a stranger to her. Your scent reminds her of a warm fall memory, a dream she couldn't quite understand. All she knew was every time she was close something about you had her following behind you wanting more. “ Have you ever loved humans before? Or were all your past lovers demons. “ A soft chaste laugh comes off your lips in response as your hands work.

“ Actually I've never loved any demon before if you'd believe how silly that is for a succubus. A hundred years ago I loved about six different mortals in my life. It's kinda of tragic. There gone and yet I'm still here. No one even remembers them except me and the small objects I've kept intact through time. This rope wasn't even a rope when I got it; neither was the lighter I have. I've altered them slightly so I could always keep using them. “ Stars heart feels heavy hearing the way your voice sounds. For some reason even though your voice is gentle and upbeat she can hear the aching sadness behind it. “ You must have loved them a lot. Is it hard remembering them after a hundred years? Living a long time seems like you'll forget things. “ Stars eyes look to the sky as she thinks of the people she's left behind on her journey. A vagabond always feeling like she doesn't fit anywhere hunting for some sort of passion she's missing. Her life used to be consumed by her illness but after she was turned she realized there wasn't much left to her after that.

A long pause follows as your voice goes stern, shaking as you stare into the void hearing their screams in your head with a violent ringing drowning the world out. “ Never. I remember every last detail of each one. I- I can't let their lives mean nothing. Because.. they were my everything. “ Your face is void as heavy tears fall down your eyes. Stars head snaps towards you as she quickly goes to wipe your tears away. She's never seen you cry and yet your face didn't have a ounce of emotion on it just heavy tears as she trys snapping you out. “ Oh my goodness I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bring up any pain. (Y/n)! ( Y/ n)!” You can faintly hear someone calling to you from the darkness. Your heads vibrating as the screams of your lovers echo your own voice calling you a monster before a light shines In Front of you. You can almost hear Stella and Misha calling for you.

That's not possible. There dead. Gone. Because of you. Because you loved them. Because you couldn't keep away. You were a monster. A killer. How would they ever forgive you. Why would you try again. You couldn't even avenge them or atone by killing your- You're violently pulled back to reality as Micheal and Star are collectively shaking you back. A cold wave of water hits you before Calypso is standing above you as you shake cold and wet back to reality. “ We have training to do you three. We keep goofing around with stories the other vampires may get pissed your on easy time. “ You grab your head pausing before putting on a fake smile, grabbing Calypso's hand. “ Okay well let's see what you two got for the day. Fly up wards as high as you can and come back down. Do that five times. “ The pair looked at your smiling face that was creepily sincere but they both knew there was no way you were okay right now.

The rest of the hour with you not much meaningful conversation happens with the fledglings as you keep to yourself and Calypso. That fake sincere mask still hanging on your face as you teach Micheal to fly on command and he luckily gets it down a little bit. Sam cuts in left and right as you have him practice with his rosary against a spider demon you conjured of your flesh. Once the hour is up you let out an audible sigh as the vampires are rotated around. “ Thanks for bringing me back. “ Calypso sits on the log drinking a thing of rum as he pats your back. “ It's okay. I could see you spiraling and all us fight clubbers know you're working out bad shit. Just proud you held it together while they were here so they wouldn't feel guilty.” You chuckle taking the bottle from Calypso as he offers. “ Everyone's got shit to work out. I just don't wanna add mine to anyone else's plate. Hey I need to blow some steam off though and I couldn't really practice with those two here. Mind helping me before Dwayne makes it over here. “

The giant man before you smirks cracking his knuckles as he stands up. “ We talking all out full force or you want me to go soft on you.” You put your hands on your hips. “Let's give them a show.” Dwayne's head was ringing at this point. He wasn't that talented with magic and ended up pushing himself too hard and threw up. On top of that battling some one's telekinesis sucked and his head and body was sore from being knocked back repeatedly. He was excited to at least be around his favorite girl as he enjoyed just spending time with her but before he could get even close to you. BAM! A huge shockwave backwards and strong gust sent him grappling at the ground to keep footing. A flash of light zoomed from through the clouds going higher and higher.

You were soaring through the skies as fast as you could. Flying makes you feel so free. Something about the clouds always made all your problems seem so small and far away. It probably also helped that the sky was the only place you knew you were truly safe and free. No one could deny your aerial advantage in fights and right now you were gonna go all out to reset yourself so you could focus on the present not the past. A hundred years was enough time for healing to be in better control of yourself and you needed to get better. That's what you demanded of yourself anyway. A feat that was easier said than done. Rain starts falling from the sky around you as orbs begin blocking the path, a smirk coming to your face. About time that damn octopus started the fight.

The sky was rich with battle as Calypso hurled objects at the demonic woman using his manipulation of water to stop the succubus from fighting back by thinning out her blood. “ What are you standing there staring at? You came here to train didn't you. Why don't you start doing laps.” Dwayne looks into the sky at the battle going on, only really being able to see the dark sky illuminated by (Y/n)’s glowing wings. “ How am I supposed to make it between you two. “ A sharp bone spear slices Calypso's cheek as the demon moth flies above the pair. Close enough to where she was just barely visible in the night sky. ( F/C ) Smoke poured from her mouth. Dwayne instinctively tried to fix his eyes on her face. Something was different about her.

It wasn't until she spoke did he realize (Y/n) still had more surprises up her sleeve. “ Cₒₘₑ ₒₙ Dwₐyₙₑ. ᵢ ₕₐᵥₑ ₛₒ ₘᵤcₕ ₜₒ ₜₑₐcₕ yₒᵤ. “ She drew him in her voice buzzing and reverberating. How could her throat even do that? He thought it wasn't natural but then again the woman who took over his mind wasn't human in the slightest. Sometimes the boys had to remember they were human once and in this new world they have fallen into they are the made ones not the natural born. The underworlders came in human disguise while never knowing a semblance of humanity and it was the same for her. Dwayne wanted to see you kill. He wanted to see what a demon from hell could do and right now he is witnessing the power. Blood morphing to bone shooting down out the sky like darts shooting at a board.

His chest was hurting and the air became harder to suck in. He had to halt his pursuit. “ I've never been this high” Dwayne coughed holding his throat before clawed hands held him in place from behind. The same clawed hand he had seen at the brothel when you tried to rip David's eye out. “

Dₒₙ'ₜ ₚₐₙᵢc. Cₐₗₘ yₒᵤᵣₛₑₗf ₐₙd yₒᵤᵣ ₘᵢₙd. Wₑ'ᵣₑ ₜᵣₐᵢₙᵢₙg yₒᵤᵣ ₗᵤₙgₛ fₒᵣ ₕᵢgₕₑᵣ ₐₗₜᵢₜᵤdₑₛ. ᵢ'ₗₗ ₛₜₐy wᵢₜₕ yₒᵤ ₜₕₑₙ wₑ cₐₙ fₗₒₐₜ dₒwₙ ᵢₙₜₒ ₐ ₘₒᵣₑ ₒₓygₑₙ ₕₑₐᵥy ₗₐyₑᵣ.” The unnatural reflections of your voice sent a chill up Dwayne's spine, something that wasn't easy to accomplish. “ I'll gladly stay up here with you. “ Dwayne kept fighting the burning and tightness in his lungs just to stay here in the moment with sweet monstrous armored arms hanging around him in the sky. “ ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ ᵣₑₐdy ₜₒ dᵣₒₚ? “ The dark haired vampire nods his head. Armour hands pinned him to your body. “ ₛₜₒₚ fₗyᵢₙg ₐₙd ₜᵣᵤₛₜ ₘₑ”

As Dwayne's head was now fuzzy from the lack of oxygen up here all he did was let his body limp into the demon's arms as the pair started falling through the sky. It was terrifying like when he first turned but adrenaline was addictive and the trust he had to give you just to not let him fall too far. It was strangely romantic. Further and further they fell ( Y/n) shouting and hollering at the excitement till she let go of Dwayne now spinning him around to hold his hands in a sky diver position. Dwayne's eyes open wide now, finally able to take your new face in. You definitely looked demonic now bone like armor lacing your body and covering your jawline forming tusks around your mouth. Her eyelashes now a Neon ( F/c) hue emphasized by her black sclera and neon iris.

You were otherworldly and beautiful. Every look felt like it was piercing through the vampire something that set electricity off in his system. Dwayne couldn't help but join in the fun screaming and hollering. The hour spent dodging objects in the sky, hair raising death drops, and overall doing tricks getting used to turning off and on flight at the drop of a hat. When you finally touched feet on the ground as the time was over Dwayne was over both of you couldn't stop laughing and shouting in excitement. It was like you had been on a thousand roller coasters and your mood has definitely improved. Calypso was glad and Sam was in shock by your change of appearance and skill. You didn't want Dwayne to go but as Paul practically tackled you there wasn't much choice.

“ You look so hot like that baby girl! Also save me! Those werewolves had me lifting heavier and heavier stuff! They made me try and push a huge ass boulder while lecturing me about social etiquette. And don't even get me started those witches forced me to go against them in some weird mental mojo fight and had me trying magic which made me feel so fucking sick. This shit blows. “ Paul was allowed to catch his breath before flight training with him began as well.

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First day of training was eventful and exhausting. Even if it was only five hours long consisting of the vamps taking a hour in each course then switching out for the exception of Star and Micheal who were kept together since both hadn't turned yet. It was overall winding down by the time you and David got out the sky as you felt like you needed a bubble bath from all the exercises. The three junior exorcists also looked exhausted by all the stuff that had to do with you keeping Sam busy with his rosary training for the night trying to catch a moving target. “ Dude this shit blew major ass. Do we really have to do this for a month I just feel like this is torture. “ Paul said gingerly taking a cigarette from you as a beer gets tossed to Dwayne who's sprawled on the ground.

“ That Steinfield guy said I should be ashamed to call myself a vampire. Stronzo! What does he know he's fucking human. '' Paul leans over to Marko who's fuming over a bottle of blood as he's soaked in sweat. “ So what score did you get? I got a 30 . Don't feel bad bud. “ Markos face goes pale as he flops against the wall mumbling into his bottle. “ I got a 10. '' David almost spit some of the blood out of his mouth from the bottle he was drinking. “ How the fuck did you get a ten. Please don't tell me that's the total of all the tests. '' Marko turns his face not looking at his leaders face as more shame washes over him. “ What the fuck Marko! '' Paul starts laughing and Dwayne joins in chuckling over his plate of food as David snaps at the other terror twin. “ Your not much better, you got a 30 overall! “

Paul waves his leader's hand away. “ No, that's just on my general vampire knowledge test. I did do shit on the others though. At least I didn't get a ten overall. Ha!” This comment earns him an ass kicking from Marko who's pissed off. “ Well I did better boxing then David. I didn't go down in the first three minutes. '' Marko sticks his tongue out flipping off the others going back to his bottle as David glares. “ Those things don't move like humans do. That wasn't a fair fight. I wasn't expecting the things joints to rotate like that. “ Dwayne mumbles into his drink. “ I actually pushed the boulder. David did better then all of us at telepathy training and Paul actually did the best boxing Marko.” The curly blondes face heats up as he gets up to protest but the said aforementioned flying teacher cuts them off by placing a fat kiss to the side of his face. “ Don't worry Marko, there just mad you did better at flying training. I'll tell you a secret: you're the only person to thread the needle with me. “

“ Okay that wasn't possible, how are we supposed to fly through a rotating car in mid air. “ Marko smirks at Paul. “ We don't have wings. So in theory we can do it. Oh wait guess it isn't a theory since I pulled it off. “ The two start fighting each other before David points to his lips questioning the succubus. “ Why does he get a kiss and I don't. I'm perfectly good to feed off sweetheart.” You lean close enough to David's face, close enough to kiss his cheek but before he can try and turn his head to steal a kiss you blow pheromones in his face. “ Cause Marko tastes better than you and you sir smell like sweat and musk again. Also if I feed off any of you right now I'll put your ass in a coma for the next week and you have training tomorrow as soon as the sun goes down. “ David growls at you before you swipe a kiss on his knuckles to fuck with him before Dwayne is leaning into his beer questioning.

“ What do we do for the rest of the night. What if we decide not to show tomorrow. “ Steinfield startles the group as he cocks a gun in their ear as the three apprentices stand behind him. “ Then we hunt you down and take you out one by one. This punishment isn't really anything you can get out of. I can't allow feral vampires in the town who expose the underworlders disturbing the peace now can I.” This earns growls and groans from the men as (Y/n) threatens to put Steinfeld's gun were the sun doesn't shine. “ Oh you must be flirting with me. Will you be at the brothel tonight I was hoping to pay for the evening with you since Volk has been hogging all your time. “ The vampires glare daggers at the priest with this comment as the man eagerly extends a wad of cash; luckily Veve steps in to not cause a fight.

“ Sadly it's ladies night tonight so our girl is gonna be on stage doing what she's best at.” Dwayne hisses at this. “ Do you really need to keep doing that? We can give you everything you need if you allow us. “ You look at the man as his eyes stare passionately into you before you turn away. “ Damn straight I am. Some old ladies gonna slide a 100 down my bra and ask for a lap dance and I don't really care if I'm in my female or male form. Money is money and I haven't had a good meal in a bit I'm just absolutely starving. “ The boys cringe at this comment but Marko kinda laughs at this even if he doesn't wanna. “ Remember that time (Y/n) when that customer was obsessed with you and swore to high heaven she was having your child. “ Veve giggles at this unable to control her laughter. “ Dumb human broad thought my female form and male form were siblings and would get pissy with me if I was a girl. Then came in pregnant trying to say it was mine. The reaction on her face when I said ain't possible as I was infertile. Made me take a test just to prove it. “

“ I remember she was so red in the face. She got laughed out the building by everyone. Turns out she was popping holes in condoms and thought eventually (Y/n) would get her pregnant instead of her dead beat boyfriend. “ You laugh with your cousin as the men around you look uncomfortable except for Steinfield. Valentina sneaks behind you, hooking her arms around your waist joining in the laughter. “ Yeah I remember exactly what her reply was. ‘ Come back in 9 months baby girl I'm sure the next will stick’ then she proceeded to fake thrust. Bitch never came back.“ You three snicker as David gets upset more and more with the idea of anyone else touching you. “ Actually you think I could convince Star to come to Ladies night. I think she'd have a blast. We can leave little man with Volk so he can take the boys to the arcade. “ Veve slaps your arm as you let out a wolf whistle.

“ Hey hey. I can't help she's exactly my type. Sweet, naive, and she smells so good. I don't even care if I'm just eye candy for her all night. I'll even pay for her drinks and food. “ Valentina pouts at this as you blow smoke in her face. “ Aw. She's gonna take all your attention why don't you be my sugar mama for the night. I want free booze and lap dances. “ The tall Latina sways with you side to side as Paul's jealous he isn't a woman right now. “ Nah you just want my organs like Steinfield. But I will sell you some after I get some energy in me. “ Steinfield gets upset at this. “ Why does she get to buy organs from you! I want more demonic organs to sell to the vatican. “ David stands up pulling the woman off of you in a angered daze your binding vow stinging you on the wrist. The vampire pulls you into his lap as he holds up you and his binding vow flashing it to the pair.

“ If anyone has a say in who's she's giving organs or being a sugar mama to I'm first in line. I have a binding vow and everything. I'll pay for Stars date and I'm taking Laddie to the arcade. “ You turn to glare at the blonde but something about him being jealous was attractive to you. Looking at his serious rugged face and his hypotonic voice it was stirring something in you. But you wouldn't admit shit to this cocky manipulative prick. You place your hands on his chest pushing yourself from him. “ What are you my pimp David? I'm your whore now you're taken a cut of my organ profits. How about you choose my clients next. What gonna tell me to blow Paul. Oh yes pimp David I’ll do my duty as a whore of the night and blow your fellow bitch. “ This little theatrics gains a pinch from David on your love handles as he growls in your ear obviously pissed at you for calling him a pimp.

“ Hey! What's your damage beautiful why am I getting brought into this. I didn't do anything.” Paul huffs out fake pouting as Marko sneers and snickers. “ Probably cuz her brains on about giving you a blowjob. You know succubus get real hungry. “ You stick your tongue out at Marko as you can't free yourself from David. Before you can wiggle your way to freedom one of the witches is running over to the group. “ Hey Valentina. ( Y/N) I don't think the girlie over there is doing well. We told her not to push herself with the grimoire we gave her but before we knew it she was throwing up from mana sickness and she hasn't stopped like the others. “ David immediately released you standing up to go over there but he wasn't faster than you. You're zipping there like a bat outta hell kneeling by her and patting the poor girls back as Micheal is doing the same.

“DAVID! Grab the girl some water! VOLK! Bring me a rag now!” The men are instantly doing as there told while you and the others attempt to tend to her. “ What's wrong with her?” Micheal says panic lacing his tone hiding his anger. “ Mana sickness. It's what happens when you use magic and your body isn't used to it at all. I'm worried about her being this weak though and the food leaving her system. “ Star continues dry heaving as everything leaves her body but nothing was coming out. She could only be at the mercy of her bodies reaction and her limbs started to shake. “ Hey sweetheart. You okay? “ You take the rag and water from the pair pulling the girl into your lap away from her bile on the floor as you try cleaning her up. She was burning up which you knew wasn't good you were very well accustomed with what this was starting to spell out.

Sam tries to come close to look at what's going on but before he and the others can step closer you've already used your blood to create a huge rhinoceros beetle charging the group away as Star plunges her fangs into your exposed flesh. In a frenzied state she makes a attempt to lunge for your throat but the coller zaps her burning the berserk vampire as you use all your strength and panic to hold her into your chest. You struggle with her for a few moments, no one else's voices registering in your head as you feel her devouring you from your chest cavity inwards. You knew she was gunning for your heart beating in your ribcage gulping blood and using her teeth to carnally rip soft supple flesh to get to it. This would have hurt worse if you weren't accustomed to pain and shutting pain receptors off. People are crowding around attempting to pull her away from you but the beetle keeps them away and so does your thrashing tail of spikes.

Everyone was panicked, even Volk was, the only person not screaming was Steinfield. As he stood silently watching as Star transformed quickly into a day walker. Her strength and teeth changed with each piece of your flesh that slipped through her lips sliding down her throat as she growled animalistical pinning you in place with her hands digging into your waist. She finally made it through your ribcage teeth sinking into your heart as you finally let out a yelp as her eyes started focusing back in. The vampires around you attempting to get towards you fully convinced you were dead or dieing as David screamed at Star to stop. You could feel her stopping her onslaught as the majority of your heart was missing. Blood covered everything around you seeping out from you. Laddie was crying, the boys were screaming and Volk was attempting to throw the beetle away Veve stood silently covering her mouth. She never could get used to your ability.

Gently you trace up the girls back to her hair as you feel fat tears and shock seep into her as Stars vision focuses on the Gorey sight in front of her. Star was panicking that she had killed you. She had taken her crushes' life and she was a monster. The girl started to violently shake not daring to look you in your dead eyes. You laid motionlessly as chaos and pure bliss existed around you. I guess you never really did show Volk the extent of damage you could take. Only Steinfield had the guts enough to torture you to find out how far you could go. It was cruel to torment the vampires around you with thinking you were dead but this warm feeling. It was euphoric. When you turn off pain receptors the only thing left for your brain to process pain is adrenaline and pleasure. “ God gorgeous. I like to be wined and dined before you eat me out. “ Stars eyes darted to your face as she panicked. She had to be hallucinating. Your heart was gone. Most of your chest cavity destroyed and here you were making jokes. A big fat smile on your face as you placed a kiss to the blood girls forehead.

“ (Y/n)! Stop making those gross jokes. Your chest cavity is damaged you asshole. Did you really have to scare everyone. “ Veve yells at you as you laugh at your cousin quickly sitting up with Star dazed and confused as you cradle her in your lap happily. Gore blood and viscera on full display for the horrified vampires and werewolf's In Front of you. You gently held Stars scared bloodied face as before everyone's eyes your blood flowed back to you, organs, bone, muscle, fat, and flesh regrowing Infront of them till you were back to normal not a bit of damage evident. “ Your healing time was impaired. Was it the training or maybe the lack of food in your system. This is such an interesting phenomenon. I must pay for a night with you to test this new development. “ Steinfield happily pokes at your exposed chest that's only covered by bone armor to not scar the children too badly from what's occured.

This prompts Volk to quickly kick the back of the priests head as Steinfield laughs in glee and curiosity running away from the angry werewolf. “ Why do you all look so surprised. Never seen a dead girl walking?”

( Chapter 8 coming soon )

If you made it this far thank you for reading my little passion project of mine. These series really is all about the creativity that I can do with the ideas I have for the lost boys. I'm happy to share this story I've had in my head for a while and the places it takes me.

[hhighkey]

Decode // Chapter Eight, Something Real

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

note, ok this is a short chapter

Masterlist

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THREE YEARS AGO

He looked at her like nobody, especially no man, had ever before. His eyes swirled with a darkness she could only pinpoint as desire, and it drew her right in. Though any attention would have done so, the only men she knew was her father and the regulars who needed to confess sins each holy day. 

She didn’t know better. If only she had the tools to understand each touch or word spoken of false sincerity, she’d have kept more dignity than she’d have cared to share. 

Deacon Percy, who was vying to be a priest, would be staying at the Monastery a few months, along with an unnamed Cardinal, and small entourage for business too classified for lowly nuns. Sabine and the rest of her Sisters knew for men to be allowed to stay upon their grounds outside of prayer and confession- it was for good reason. Never would such temptation freely walk the halls.

So when Percy looked at her like she was the vast sky and all its glittering stars, like he’d drop everything to be with her- Sabine knew it was fate. It had to be! The silly ritual she performed years ago was legit! 

Nights sneaking about under the different cycles of moons. 

Meetings behind stairwells and in the emptied kitchens. Him taking her along the grounds, past the cemetery, chasing her about as she giggled in glee safe from prying ears. 

He talked as if he knew, saw, and understood the entire world. A glimmer in his eyes as he told her stories of great religious feats he’d seen, of masterful care towards the needy he sought out to bring to the world. Her innocence was to his advantage, open ears he could manipulate with ease as she had not taken permanent vows. 

He thought Sabine to be the most beautiful woman ever, his own version of Virgin Thais in a sense. The lost girl at sea to the mercy of the Father.

Percy would wonder how to make her his loyal follower, how if he could transfix her permanently, perhaps she could bring others along with her. His own little coven of nuns. The great Father must have had this in mind the whole time!

He took Sabine’s first kiss. 

But it took a turn when he tried to take her virginity, one night under the full moon, where the white moonflower bloomed. Where the dense waft of seawater met the rocky shores of the Monastery, under a large willow tree past the gates down a gravel path. 

“I- No. Kissing is one thing.” Sabine glowered at him after she’d shoved him back. She readjusted her habit that he’d tried to shed from her skin. 

Red blared in her mind, in her vision. The last couple meetings her stomach had been churning with all the wrong feelings, this only reaffirmed her gut instincts. Anger and sadness swirled in her, her blood feeling thick as it coursed painfully inside her veins. Bubbling resentment threatened to boil out from her at him. 

“You should feel ashamed.” She crossed her arms as she stared down at Percy, having gained feet between where he still sat. 

“Sabine, we’ll be as one, it will be okay. I love you, you know that.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue. She was a fool! He’d used her! Nights of losing sleep, of doubt gnawing at her, of tears in the washroom, a loss of appetite. And oh how her Sisters knew something was wrong, trying to carefully help her escape his orbit. But a man who loved her would not make her choose or feel pressure, make a laughing stock of her as she stood there with tears cascading down her cheeks. 

“Do not talk to me again.” And she was off, racing back up the path, past the gates and inside the Monastery. Breathing heavy through her sobs as she collapsed in her bed, shaking and cold, doing her best to not wake her roommate. 

It was a dance afterwards, to avoid him.

At night she’d lay awake regretting everything, remembering how his fingers would go too low for comfort. How he’d tease and beg, try to see how far she’d let him go. But swept up in the grand gestures and beautiful words, and the ritual. And eventually she spilled to the matriarch, spilled it all as she cried begging for forgiveness. Told how he played her like a fiddle until it all clicked when he attempted to force off her clothes. He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew exactly who to choose- the girl who didn’t truly believe, just needed the sisterhood to survive. Which Sabine hadn’t realized it at the time. 

So close to taking her permanent vows yet she couldn’t do it. At the altar, only steps away she turned and fled. Three days later Deacon Percy was gone, his room cleared out and rumors swept the foreboding, empty stone halls that he had become one with the sea. All Sabine was left with was to piece herself back together. And those pieces as they fit back into the puzzle of herself- they did not conform to who she’d been. Percy’s words about how he viewed their religion as easy to mold, as everyone being fools to think it real- they stuck with her. She didn’t want to be a pawn. But she didn’t want to use others. Sabine wanted to live by her own code!

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PRESENT

One with the sea- Mihawk can only assume the Deacon was dead, bones at the bottom of the ocean muddled within the sand, or swept to some distant shores. It would be a fitting end in a world that was ruled by the ocean. 

And if he wasn’t dead well… Mihawk considered hunting him down to the very ends of this earth to make sure he was.

The wetness that lined her lashes, the solemn look as she told the story. His heart ached as she talked of her foolishness, that she shouldn’t have been so blind. It wasn’t her fault, he wanted to tell her. 

“I will say the three years since?” Sabine sighed (the only part of the story she left out to Mihawk was that of the ritual), “I think I’ve had the most growth, more understanding of the world and myself than at any point up to then. I hope you don’t see me as naive, it’s embarrassing to tell.”

“I don’t see you as such.” He responded. Words of comfort stayed on his tongue, not his specialty. 

At one point Sabine had gotten up from the bed to pace as she told her story. Finally she stopped flitting and sat beside Mihawk once again. A nervous wreck, butterflies swarming her stomach as her cheeks grew pink. Suddenly hyper aware of how close to her he was. In her personal bubble, she could smell his cologne and feel the warmth that radiated off him. 

She scooched closer, their legs just touching. Her hand grabbed one of his, a sudden move that made his eyes widen ever so slightly. How she gripped two of his thick fingers, clearly the wheels in her head turned as she thought. Face heating up more. He watched her with a curious look, letting her take the lead. 

Sabine deserved to be in the main seat of her life, the navigator of her own ship. She did not deserve manipulation using her religion and her vulnerable position without family and money to fall back onto. She was intelligent while still believing wholeheartedly in good, a trait lost upon many. Lost upon himself, as if he’d never once believed in good or been good.

Her actions are awkward. But he let her go forth with them under a careful guise as he watched, feeling burned alive by her touch. Mihawk’s heart hammered in his chest as her touch shot electricity down his nerves. 

But he would not let her continue. Not like this, not yet at least. Not even as she touched along his jaw tracing his facial hair. And not as her lips parted. 

“Don’t, my dear.” He whispered softly, no intentions to hurt her.

But the hurt flashed across her features.

“Not yet. Let me explain,” Mihawk tucked a free piece of her hair behind her ear, “I won’t use you like he did, not when you’re vulnerable after telling me that important part of your past. You need a clear head, need to have me in the background when you make your choices. Don’t feel obliged just because I listened to you, have helped you.” 

“You want to wait, to see what I decide?”

“Yes. I still do.”

“Thank you… Though, throwing myself out the window seems like a good plan right now.” She sighed, a semi mortified smile plastered on her lips as she fell back onto the bed. Shaking her head as she stared up at the plastered ceiling, not feeling bad but good? 

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t be too embarrassed, I don’t want you regretting anything still.” 

“Oh I’m embarrassed. But, suppose it’s good we can already laugh about it.” 

“I suppose so. I respect you’re still a nun, that you’re on a sabbatical right now. I won’t cross your boundaries whether you know they’re there or not. And I won’t feed the fire that is in your religious confusion.”

As if he could steal her heart anymore than he already had! A true gentleman, even if he was a pirate by nature. You couldn’t convince her otherwise. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, like her heart was going to burst. An ache to reach out to touch him again, feel the connection of their skin as their nerves would alight in voltaic sparks. 

“I’m thankful I met you. Who would have thought?” She grinned. 

His words helped her in more ways than one. Because she hadn’t thought of her situation as religious confusion. She let herself believe in a demon rather than critically thinking about it, to let herself sink in it so she’d drown rather than admit her struggling feelings. Her doubt. But Sabine also knew more than ever she wanted Mihawk. 

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posted: august 19 2024

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[hurricane-eva]

I finally bit the bullet and continued watching post-season 1 Grantchester.

The reason I hadn't already was that I have a big infidelity squick and I could see the plot heading that way and when a priest is involved, that's... ugh, The Worst. (I know IRL these things happen, but I don't have to watch it.) I haven't used a cut before so I hope I'm doing this right; spoilers below. (I just finished season 3.)

Okay, so, I hate first of all how Amanda of the books was such a badass character and here she's just letting herself be pushed into stuff. I liked how she and Sidney WERE genuinely just friends. We need more of that. Instead, the TV Amanda gets bullied into a marriage she really doesn't want, then continues to waffle after she leaves Guy. I understand it's supposed to be because Sidney is waffling, but grow a backbone, lady. Just walk away if his indecision bugs you that much.

Then Guy suddenly becomes someone who wants to be involved with his wife and kid after ignoring and suffocating Amanda for ages.

Then Sidney can't make up his mind whether he wants to follow his inclination or his common sense.

And Geordie sucks even worse, possibly because I really can't stand Margaret as a character and don't understand why he would go for her so hard. So his infidelity was something I wasn't expecting and bleh.

one might say I'm still watching at this point just because it's a train wreck I can't look away from.

I'm all for realistic people with realistic struggles. I know nobody's perfect. But this feels like a soap opera to which the mysteries are taking a back seat. The bromance between Geordie and Sidney (which was FANTASTIC in S1) isn't what it was and I want Amanda to have a more active role.

I guess what it all boils down to is I don't feel like there is a strong arc the writers created to stick to.

Oh and let's talk about Leonard. Leonard is easily the best character on the show for me. (I think he could do so much better than that photographer though, who lost me early on with his impatience at Leonard's inhibitions; true love listens and is patient.) I have felt more invested in his struggles than any of the other characters and was really worried for him when he tried to off himself and was all NOOO NOT THE ONLY CHARACTER I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT. I was also angry that his girlfriend was so quick to dump him when he freaked out. They could and should still have been friends.

ANYWAY. Talk to me about this show. Rant, rave, agree, argue, I'm here for it.

(And then I'll probably go watch Endeavour again just because it's spoiled me for so many things.)

[saint-starflicker]

Armchair Character Psychoanalysis of Peter Simmonds from Bare: a Pop Opera (Peter's Motivation)

I don't know the specific creative process that went into this show. Peter's parents being divorced could have been a detail thrown in there via spitballing, like Aaron Wells from fifth grade or the option to send Peter to Conversion Therapy camp. It could have been what details stuck versus what was cut depended on the vibe at the time to the power of what the rest of the show could get out of it—not necessarily that the choice of this detail was a deliberate statement or message.

I do want to say that I find a strikingly coherent thread that explains a lot about Peter Simmonds, if we read between the lines about his home life.

His grandmother is still alive and on chatty-lunches-out terms with his mother, if Claire is to be believed on that point, and in some versions Peter has a sister implied to be younger than him. I think that's the Holy Trinity that Peter thinks of as home, which is why his first prayers in the show and the plot-significant religious hallucinations are Marian venerations, rather than visions of Jesus like in the Putnam County Spelling Bee or Hamlet 2. (He switches to the Pater Noster prayer after the anachronistic and Roman Catholic Canon Law-breaking nightmare of a woman officiating his wedding, replaced by a priest officiating Jason's wedding. I think that symbolizes Peter's leaving boyhood behind and stepping into a role of maturity, that he's going to take initiative and charge on ahead completely alone instead of needing support and approval to get more approval and more support: "See Me" and "Absolution". But this is a tangent.)

If Claire's asides are anything to go by, it takes plenty of nagging to get Peter's father involved and as we can guess from "Epiphany", Peter might still feel that his father's rejection and absence in Peter's life is Peter's fault.

Unlike Jason (who provided "an escape grown from seeds that you planted" and slew all Peter's giants), Peter's father seemingly never provided Peter any reassurance or closure regarding the abandonment/divorce upheaval.

This point about what Jason did right—getting Peter to feel okay with his own gay even as they pray—is about to become very, very important.

Catholic culture rather prides itself on orthodoxy, so I would think there would be plenty of social stigma that Peter actually internalizes when it comes to being from "a broken home". Obviously he loves his mother, because he tells her almost everything, but there's things he can't tell her and I think that fact weighs in his heart right beside the concept of "divorced families are broken homes to the children" stereotype that pervades the culture of many Catholic communities.

Ever wonder what might fix that feeling? An idea that's just wild and crazy enough to work, and worth the risk to Peter? Because Peter still gets nightmares about his friends calling him out about his parents, his dad, and his broken home for some reason. Wonder what will ever undo the sense of brokenness that marred his life and sense of wellbeing for at least 10 years without relief?Wonder if there's anything that can be done to make this family be whole and complete, such that Peter won't so desperately need emotional validation from his dad anymore?

Introduce boyfriend to mom.

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[mirabai0821]

WIP: Blood and Honey CH...3?

Pairings: F!Tav / Halsin Tags: N/A unless you count a bear popping a boner Word Count: 422 Summary: Scratch is missing. Halsin uses his bear to find him. Utter fucking shenanigans ensue. A/N: BAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAAHA Here's more of Blood and Honey from somewhere around chapter three. With Tav upon his back, the pair wandered away from the party and deeper into the forest. 

“Scratch! Here boy!”

Halsin growled, the rumble of it vibrating her bones. “Best to not,” He cautioned. “We do not know what hunts tonight. I will sniff him out.”

“Don’t you need a lock of his hair or a favorite toy or something?”

“Normally yes,” He answered. “But I don’t think I need to. This creature must be special to you for you to be so saturated with his scent. Did you raise him from a pup?” 

“I…no. I just met him a week or so ago.”

Halsin the Bear still had most of the faculties of Halsin the Elf. He could think and reason and plot and scheme. But the bear parsed the elf’s complex mortal emotions through a bear’s simpler lens. Therefore the admiration he felt at Tav’s devotion to her companion didn’t translate fully and came through as only the bear could make sense of it.

Hunger. 

And not the belly-filling kind.

On his back, Tav shifted and Halsin was made keenly aware she was sitting astride him.

Oak Father preserve me…

Halsin sniffed the air and did his damndest to filter Tav out. The bear noted, rather nonchalantly, that her scent told him she was young, healthy, and very fertile. 

Halsin snorted, hoping the action would expel that particular smell from his nose.

“Everything okay? I must smell terrible covered in all this mud, huh?”

“It’s not great,” he lied, realizing belatedly he just told a beautiful woman that she stank if only to avoid admitting to said beautiful woman that he could smell her ovulating and that it was driving him to distraction.

Halsin, if you don’t locate this dog right now!

“Sorry,” Tav muttered sheepishly. “I feel foolish even asking for your help. You’re an archdruid, it’s kinda beneath you to go looking for lost dogs.”

“It is precisely because I am an archdruid that I am duty-bound to assist. Finding lost dogs, especially ones so loved, are well within my charge.”

“Thank you,” Absent-mindedly, Tav reached forward and scratched behind his ears like did for Scratch and Kanid before him. The pleasurable sensation nearly dropped Halsin to his knees.

“Please, do not do that again!” He growled.

Tav snatched away. “I’m sorry!”

Tav wiggled, trying to get down from his back, rubbing her crotch against him, stirring up more of her pheromones as she blubbered apologies. “I’m so sorry! I totally forgot someone was in there!”

“Don’t move, do not…stop…Tav please…”

Suddenly, the bear scented blood replacing the hunger that made his loins ache with a new emotion.

Rage.

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A/N: Now that I've better fleshed out a thornier section later in the fic, I have a feeling more snippets from earlier parts of the story will come at a decent clip. Will I ever be done with this story? Perhaps. Good lord willing and the creek don't rise, I hope to have it posting worthy before the end of the year. More Blood and Honey snippets:

Chapter 1 The Old Bear's Still Got It Confession? Go See A Priest Halsin x Tav x Astarion Headcanons: Part 1 Part 2 Tav x Halsin standalone drabbles: Gray Hair Movement

Hmm...Guess I need to balance it out with some Tav x Astarion drabbles. Keep on the lookout.

[lola-andheruniverse]

okay, I have a ~theory~ about all the clear shipbaiting on TWD:DD S1

I think NR/GN/Zabel are trying to make Isabelle a 2.0 version of Leah, with hints of Connie and I don't like it one bit because I don't think it's necessary but it's good for canon caryl.

Hear me out: AK original plans for Leah was for her to be a foe for Carol. Everything that Leah was and wasn't screamed Carol. All those parallels on 'Find me'? AK would have been more subtle if she had pointed a neon arrow at both women's head. She would be the final catalyst to canon caryl because, apparently, Daryl and Carol couldn't just solve their feelings for each other without a another angsty plot no one asked for. Anyways, nothing AK originally planned happened because Gimple interfered, and with Lauren negotiating Maggie's return as the leading female of S11A, Melissa was shoved aside and everything about Leah became even more WTF than it already was because Maggie x Pope x Leah made no sense whatsoever. She died with zero emotional impact. Fast forward to the series finale: Daryl confesses his love. Carol clearly doesn't get the depth of what he's saying. Why would she? They never had the resolution they were supposed too within Leah's arc. Daryl interprets Carol's light 'I love you too' as 'she doesn't love me on the same way I love her'. Oblivious idiots in love 101.

Okay, cut to TWD:DD and Isabelle. Isabelle has similar character traits to Carol, although they are not as obvious as it was with Leah. Isabelle's part of a religious group as Leah was. Both groups are a little bit suspicious. Remember Laurent reading to the priest-turned-walker? He said they were waiting for his second coming or something like that. Both Laurent and Isabelle are incredibly reticent on killing walkers. The kid has an excuse: he's just a kid. What is Isabelle's excuse? Leah was a very manipulative person and tried to guilt-trip Daryl on staying with her. Daryl only decided to 'belong' with Leah after Carol told him that she couldn't visit him anymore because of Henry and Ezekiel. He angrily asked her "you asking my permission?"...to move on from him with her life. Daryl was lost at that moment, grieving Rick, and Carol was married to someone else he saw as better than him and deserving of her. Leah was right there offering him something closer to a home and to love. Why wouldn't he accept her offering? Lucky us, she's already gone by the time he came back. Carol got him out of the woods eventually and he got back to his real family.

Let's go back to Isabelle now. She's trying to do the same thing Leah did. But she's not going to succeed because Daryl's not on the same emotional place he was when he met Leah. Even if he loses hope to come back home at some point, he'll never feel like he truly belongs anywhere else than his truly home - Carol. The teaser trailer for 'The Book of Carol' clearly show us that. He knows where he belongs. BUT, when Carol arrives, she'll see him adjusted, with a younger woman giving him heart eyes and a kid following him everywhere. The woman is supposedly a nun, a woman of faith. Carol was once a religious woman, so she'll probably admire Isabelle. She may think Isabelle's better than her, untouched by all the horrors of the ZA. Isabelle's definitely not a murderer like she is, Carol's low self esteem will whisper to her. Isabelle's better for Daryl than Carol is, the same way Connie was better for him. Daryl's probably in love with her, he just loves Carol as a best friend. And it's her duty as his best friend to point him in the direction of the good woman over there, who can have his babies, while Carol sadly smiles and gives him her blessing. *snort*

There's it, the supposed angsty plot no one asked for that Daryl and Carol need to cross the line to romantic canon because, again, saying 'I love you' and crossing an entire fucking ocean apparently isn't enough, we've got to insert a third part to shake things up. *snort again* That was the intention with Leah but TPTB changed their plans last minute. I don't think Isabelle will become a villain like Leah, unless they kill Laurent off. But if TWD:DD is really about Daryl getting his happy ending, he doesn't need another dead child to grief, does he? Does this make sense to anyone other than me and my caryl brain? No, only me? That's okay.

[lipglossanon]

okay second one because it’s almost the end of july… sooooo practically spooky season adjacent anywho do you feel like any of the leon’s like being called something other than daddy (i know you’ve covered similar asks so sorry if it’s repetitive but the end is… ahem… unhinged) like idk why i feel like stepdad leon would like being called sir in the same way i feel dark stepdad would like being called master or some shit like that 🤭 (i didn’t want to leave out sweet stepdad but he does like being called dad so that’s covered) now the unhinged part,,,, with halloween (and halloween fics) coming up dark stepdad leon and the type o negative lyrics got me thinking about him dressing as a priest for halloween 👀 specially with the short sleeves 🤤

(she normally calls me daddy but last night she called me father vibes or i can’t say much about organized religion but i can say he’s filled me with something more than the holy spirit 😉)

Hi anon!! 👋

ABSJFL no but I love that idea!! 😭

I fucking love Type O Negative 😌 (RIP Peter Steele 😢)

But yes, I’m thinking hard on some dark spooky content for October as it’s my fave time of year 💜 💜 I’m big into horror and supernatural stuff so it’s like right up my alley 🤭

I’ve kinda thought about corrupt priest Leon all by his lonesome and he sees you one day and it’s like a lightning bolt to the noggin; he���s obsessed with you from then on out 🤭

But that’s as far as that plot bunny went 🤷‍♀️

Anywho, all that to not answer your question haha but I think it would depend on the mood /situation 🤔

Like Sir/Daddy/Master can be interchangeable 🤔 and I think OG and Dark Stepdad would like them a lot 🤭 and sweet stepdad would like it if you sold him on it, if that makes sense? 😝

But nothing else really comes to mind 🤔

[frogsmulder]

Here to bother you? Top five TXF: episodes, moments, lines? Bother me too please! :)

Thank you for bothering me! But oh god how do encompass a whole show into five moments,,, help. Imma just do the first five things that come to mind and when I think of what I love about the show.

1. The whole of Detour and maybe this is just because I watched it last night, but it really has everything. In particular, I'll name the moment in the car at the start, you know when mulder leans in and whispers "kill me now" to Scully? Top tier quips banter and the thing I noticed for the first time yesterday... Scully starts to smile at Mulder's joke about hemorrhoids before he even mentions hemorrhoids. How often has he made that joke? How often has she had to keep a straightface while knowing what's coming? Or is this the first time he's said it but she's just so in tune with him she knows something is up as soon as he opens his mouth?

2. Same ep but deserves its own mention, and it should probably rank higher than the hemorrhoids joke, but. The conversation on the log, Scully talks about trying to make sense of her cancer and if life and death and what it means to her through that experience. THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD CALL BACK WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE MORE OF THEM? yeah I really appreciated actually getting to explore what the characters thought and how they processed their experiences. Is it only the episode directly after her cure? Yes. Does it ever come up again.... No. But alas.

This might get more controversial from here on out because I'm a sucker for iwtb and the revival. So.

3. Aside the whole plot and everything of the revival, revival!Mulder might be my favourite, he's just so open now about his emotions in a way that he was before (my one in five billion my touchstone etc.) but more so. He's just so appreciative if Scully and tells her so at every opportunity. Like "You're never just anything to me" the whole thing in the church where he says he might not belive in god but he believes in her!!!

4. I genuinely think this might be my favourite all time moment... Please don't hate me... It's the end of iwtb, and I'm a child of divorce. To me, this movie was never about the weird psychic priest thing. This is about Mulder and Scully learning to live and live with each other after All they have been through. And it's tough. And it doesn't work soemtines. But they. still. try. So when it comes to "I don't think that's how it works. I think the darkness finds you... And me. But let it try." It is imprinted on my skull. The way Mulder chokes around those last words. Ugh.

5. Okay I'll think of a happy moment to end on... Early seasons particularly before Scully's abduction. When she used to smile more. In particular in particular that moment from Deep Throat: "Tell me I'm crazy." "Mulder, you're crazy." but it's not just that it's the way she tries to hide her smile but can't because it's so big. It's the way she is completely enamoured by him. It's the way she's having the time of her life but won't admit how invested she is into her work after just one case. It's the way that she tells him he's crazy put go to the end of the world for him. There's that spark that is in the beginnings of a strong life long friendship.

[frasier-crane-style]

So. The First Omen. I only know about the other Omens from, y'know, osmosis, but weirdly enough, this is in continuity with those three movies from the seventies, complete with a Gregory Peck reference. It's a generally well-made movie, but odd as a prequel, with a downright bizarre sequel hook. And as you might expect, it doesn't much engage with its own religious horror nature, preferring to comment on bodily autonomy and feminism, however subtly. At one point, the heroine says "They tell us we're bad, but only because they say we're bad" or words to that effect. And you have to wonder what a devout Catholic and aspiring nun in the seventies is doing with that much pop psychology.

Personally, if I didn't believe in original sin, I probably wouldn't endeavor to become a nun, but that's just me.

Anyway, there's some interesting stuff going on, but it's all spoilery, so I'll put it behind the cut.

Okay, I haven't watched the original trilogy, so maybe this is something there's precedent for, but I was under the impression that the cultists who were supporting and enabling the Anti-Christ were... you know... run-of-the-mill Satanists. The First Omen retcons that to them actually being rogue Catholics who are creating the Anti-Christ in order to get more people to go to church.

(You'd think a bunch of priests would know that the Anti-Christ showing up is basically game over for planet Earth, not "he causes trouble for a while and gets defeated and everyone now knows the Devil is real, back to watching Dynasty everyone!.")

This plot twist makes Satan seem pretty wimpy, since he isn't even able to get his own followers to bring about the End Times, he has to hitch his wagon to naughty Catholics. Which is actually probably the most Biblical thing in this movie, that Satan doesn't have any actual strength, he can only take advantage of misguided Christians. But still, it makes it so the Apocalypse is basically the result of a bureaucratic blunder, which is a bit deflating, purely thematically speaking.

And it seems to me these villains, whoever they are, have three competing motivations.

Father Brennan, who is the movie's big conspiracy exposition guy, says that they're just ambitious assholes, essentially cynical and secular, who are afraid of losing power as atheism takes hold and want to drive people back to the Church to secure their own privileges. This doesn't make much sense to me. Like you have one evil nun who commits suicide, another who volunteers to be raped by a demon... Bill Nighty is getting on in years, does he really think he's going to be around long enough to benefit from this Anti-Christ creation and backlash plot? If these people are just in it for material gain, what are they actually getting out of this?

Also, if you ask me, it seems like they would save themselves a bunch of time and energy by just declaring for Satan in the first place instead of this roundabout "serving God by serving Satan" plot. I mean, if you're just in it for power, why prevaricate?

The villains themselves act like religious zealots: lots of talk about sacrifice and the greater good. They seem to sincerely be trying to drive people back to the Church in order to save their souls, even if they're doing it in a retarded horror movie way.

And then there's the Satanists, because there have to be legitimate hail Satan types in there somewhere, right? All the bad guys in the original movies couldn't have been devoted Catholics just trying to up church attendance, right? So did the Satanists infiltrate this plot and take it over? Were they just sitting back and letting the Catholics do the hard work and then they stepped in to legitimately take over the world? Is there a mismatched buddy comedy in there where one straitlaced Catholic has to team up with a crazy rock and roll Satanist to raise the Anti-Christ?

Wait, that's just Good Omens, never mind.

Next to lastly, I know the original trilogy ended with a movie called The Final Conflict where Christ Our Savior returned to soundly defeat Damian and usher in paradise on Earth. That would seem to close out the franchise, to me, but First ends with the reveal that there are multiple failed Anti-Christs out there who are vaguely good-aligned and just living off the grid.

So I'm trying to imagine what that sequel would look. Damian's mom and aunt and sister all going through some horror movie shit and we'll try to pretend there are some stakes even though in a couple decades, the world will end and everyone who isn't condemned to Hell gets to live in God's Glory for all eternity.

I guess people enjoyed Rogue One enough, but I'm trying to imagine what could be going on in the background of the Anti-Christ's rise to power and the Second Coming of Christ that people really need to know about.

Lastly, if you're the evil Catholic Church and you just want to get people to go to church... maybe just show them the jackal demon you've got in the basement instead of having it fuck a bunch of women. That seems simpler, right?

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

2 & 9 for opal!

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

He knows what he's doing. Not all of it can be chalked up to dumb boy who doesn't know better.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

I like this question. Here is his playlist! And attached favorite lyrics like the 8tracks days. I can't say who he's referring to in every song, but maybe you might have some ideas?

Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute / But the skin I wear's my only suit / And you, you're just a substitute / For the one that I hold dear

2. The blocking characters are plotting new disloyalty / But sensing their irrelevance, they're frowning and displeased / The car chased through the mini-mall, amaryllis on the hood

3. All these things I've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young

4. I'M SCARED! THAT I! WON'T E! VER CHANGE! I THINK! ABOUT! HER E! VERY DAY! I CAN'T! LET GO! I CAN'T! GO ON! I'M NOT! OKAY! AT ALL!

5. Hey there Mr. Blue! We're so pleased to be with you!

6. 'Cuz my heart is my keep! / And yo-u-u-u-u-u are threatening me!

7. The ache of a decade / the cure is overdue / for this brand-new kind of blue

8. You told me I'm hard to live with, but you said it out of spite! / I may put you through some suffering but I'll never prove you right! / It's a chapter that you're stuck on, but you'd rather read alone / I'm an uninspiring ending, but the best you've ever known!

9. Once I was the King of Spain / now I eat humble pie / A palatial palace, that was my home / now I eat humble pie

10. All My Friends Are Falling In Love / I know that if I was to set you free / You'd let them take you away from me

11. The sleeping beauty of the wasteland / Carry the milk or pierce the body with swords / machine guns, flowers, and peacock feathers

12. You got a reaction / You got a reaction, didn't you? / You took a white orchid / You took a white orchid turned it blue

13. 'Cuz what if I become my mother's / sole reputation? / and with no hesitation / i just burn all night

14. You are an unfit rival / By spirits taught to sing / But a tune so twisted now / Like all that's sweet's gone sour

15. I hug myself hard / How come there's peacocks in the front yard?

16. One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes / She's always been looking for wires / But now she knows none are required / It's magic

17. I can see now you've stepped into the light / You've got those bright kind of eyes that I like / I kinda lie and I can't find a way through / I've obscured my own view / Well I'd do anything to make you mine

18. I just want to know what your feathers are made out of / Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!) / Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? / If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt / I know, I know, I know

19. My name should be trouble / my name should be woe! / 'cuz trouble heartache / is all that I know! / Lonely lonely blue boy / is my name!

20. Don't occupy my throne, give me the crown I own / Lived like you told me how, look at me now

21. Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen / Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention / I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

22. [no lyrics]

23. Misjudged your limits / Pushed you too far / Took you for granted / I thought that you needed me more, more, more

24. Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone / You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone / But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own

25. What she asked of me at the end of the day/ Caligula would have blushed!

26. [no lyrics]

27. Today I am / A small blue thing / Like a marble / Or an eye / With my knees against my mouth

28. Will you come a little closer now and tell me I'm a / Scrawny mother fucker with a cool hairstyle?

29. Hello again / Not much has changed / I'm still the same / Just a bit older / Where have you been? / How do you like it? / I'm still the same / Just a bit bolder

[blairsanne]

Writing Questions Tag Game:

Thanks for tagging me @residentdormouse ♥

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

Um, so the two favourite ideas of mine are not things I can link you to because the first one, which is a faerie story about (among other characters) the fae prince of Winter, is a story I'm writing (I guess it's on hiatus) with my irl bff and it's not finished or available to the public. I don't know how much I should share tbh, but I love all the characters and the world we've built so much.

The other is just my special daydream OC character whose story I will never actually write because it's a mashup of various fandom lores and very complicated and while fun to daydream doesn't sound fun to write. She's a priestess who gets murdered on the altar of her world's gods by her bff and they revive her to kill him (he was a priest who took the power of the gods and then proceeded to basically demolish the world around him). She does so, but is essentially left alone in her world and becomes a guardian of sorts. Her role is to link herself to one person (anchor) in every one of the worlds/dimensions/realities that the collection of souls her gods watch over reincarnate into. She can call on power from the other realities to protect them from outside threats (basically, if the gods were creator beings, there are destroyer beings who want to devour the souls/realities). She ends up being kind of a tragic character though, since she's stuck between a bunch of "lives" so to speak and beholden to different people in different worlds but never able to settle down and be done. She keeps getting revived by the gods when she dies (with all her memories, instead of reincarnating), and she struggles with grief. Why is this my favourite idea? IDK but I keep thinking about it.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Well one time someone on anon complained that I wrote a self-indulgent mary sue oc into my fanfic and asked "who asked for [that]". To which I replied that I did. Because, you know, I write shit for myself first. As a fun hobby. I'm in no way saying that I write anything great, and if you think my writing is cringe, like, okay, you're right? Die mad about it, I guess? Get a life? Idk. I'm just having fun playing pretend with these fictional worlds.

What is your favorite part of being a writer?

Re-reading finished things because I write the type of stories I like to read, so it's really satisfying to get to reread them later. Close second is when someone else likes what I've written, that's pretty cool. ♥

What parts could you take or leave?

The agony of the time between posting something online and that first bit of feedback on it. Now that I actually have people looking at my stuff there's a little bit of like "well I hope at least one person does end up reading and enjoying this" and like... if not then it feels like why bother posting it online? (Honestly I started posting my BWOC fic in 2013 just so my irl bff could read it. I started posting my newer fics on tumblr in 2021 just so I'd move on and finish the missing parts of the story I had been writing... which hasn't worked, in case anyone wondered haha.)

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I am constantly coming up with stories in my head. There's something about writing them down and crafting them into something I can read again later that lets me put them down, if that makes sense. Like a brain dump. I don't need to remember just how that scene went or why that was happening in this plot, because it's written down now. I can revisit it later if I like. Or never.

Second-biggest motivation is when I'm writing a fic with someone else in mind, like a request or gift, or for an event, or just something I know that one person in particular will like. In the hopes I contribute something good to their day. (Even if it's smut.)

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I've honestly been writing since I was a child, so I wish I could tell you. XD

What I would say to someone new to writing is this: You get better at every skill by doing it. So, if you want to write, you're better off writing a ton of stories, badly at first and reworking, refining, revising, etc. than to wait until you're "good enough" to write the story you want to write. You can always write a version two or twenty-five, months or years later. Done is better than perfect, and shitty-first-drafts are better than forgotten ideas.

What is your favorite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Probably Homecoming, a smut-fic for Bofur in the Durin's Garage AU. Mostly because I haven't written most of my stories to completion, but also I love that fic.

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"If anyone can do it, so can you."

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

In one of my original fiction stories, one of the characters is an emperor who is basically taking over the world bit by bit, and has zero remorse about it. He believes that nobody can love him (for good reason unrelated to his status/warring) and has decided not to love anyone or anything either. At one point, frustrated with how passive his stolen fiancee is, he orders his brother to strangle her to death in front of him and then gets mad at her when she doesn't fight back (he orders the brother to stop, it was just like... a test?). He's very aggressive and believes that everyone only looks out for themselves, etc. so he does the same. (So her passivity sort of challenges him in a way. It's complicated.) It think it's a very toxic but easy-to-fall into worldview when someone thinks that the world is cruel to them, to decide to be cruel back. That's probably the most controversial mindset of my OCs, but that's sort of the point. Obviously I think he's wrong, and eventually things happen to change him.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

She'd probably be confused why we stopped doing forum-RPing and be completely amazed that a single stranger anywhere in the world had read and enjoyed something we wrote all on our own. Honestly I think little me would think I was pretty cool and living the dream. Maybe I should remind myself that more often.

I really value the community in fandom spaces, which I think is why fanfiction is so appealing. We all get to play with the same dolls in different ways and go "ah yes, that's a cool way you played" and learn from each other and grow, and it's all around a shared love of stories. Storytelling is how humans make sense of the world, and community is what makes life feel like it has meaning to me. So this is a pretty cool place to be.

No pressure tags: @laurfilijames @i-did-not-mean-to @i-am-still-bb @silvermoon-scrolls @sotwk @middleearthpixie @sketch-and-write-lover @enchantzz @lordoftherazzles and OPEN TAG to anyone who wants to do it. :)