#she overcame so much and was so forgiving

[nxvermore]

Last week something really sad happened, and I wanted to, not only vent out, but, honor this person somewhere and I figured I could best express myself here.

This sunday, we received the terrible news that my mom's friend passed away. She was only in her forty's. She had a heart attack. She was supposed to come here on tuesday, but ended up never coming. My mom wanted to call her but decided against it, because she suffered from insomnia and my mom thought maybe she managed to get some sleep (she took medicine for it, which is probably what did it to her heart) and if she called her, it could wake her up and disturb her much needed rest. Throughout the week I thought about her, how it's been awhile that she didn't show up. Sometimes she would come here all the time, days in a row. Just to chat, or to wait for an appointment just hanging out with my mom. With a motive or no motive at all, she'd show up because that's a friend. You're just there for and with the person. She would always say "I'm here again to be a pain in your ass" and she was anything but. She was a light. A joy to have around. Despite all difficulties she faced in her life, she never stopped shining and sharing her light shining people's lives just by being herself.

By the state she was when they found her, they presumed she died on wednesday. She lived by herself and the same way she died. And this broke my heart. Not only four days went by until it was known, she also died alone. I'd like to think that it happened during her sleep and it wasn't painful. That she didn't know she was dying alone. She didn't deserve pain of any kind, she deserved peace. Sometimes I wonder if there really is an existence of the supernatural, but I'm choosing to believe there is, because if there is she's in heaven. I know she's there. There where it's said is all joy and peace. That's what she deserves and that's what she's having, contrary to what some tried to make her believe.

One of the reasons why she'd come here, and why she was coming here last tuesday night, was to escape some of her neighbors. They're christians and were always trying, once covinced, she participated in one of their services, by the threat that she needed to save her soul before it was too late and she would go to hell. That scared her. But they were nice to her and she didn't know how to say no to them, so she just evaded as much as she could.

My mom, who used to be a christian many years ago, would always reassure her that these people couldn't be more wrong and were full of crap, that she was a good person and most likely they're the ones to go to hell for being judmental and filled with prejudice.

My mom loves her and she loved my mom. She would always be more calm regarding those things after my mom would talk to her about it. "You are a wise!" she would say to my mom. And it also happened the other way around. My mom could be bothered by something and she would arrive, they would talk about things and sooner than later she would be more light and they would talk about less serious stuff and laugh about things. She was found family. They were sisters.

These little moments I keep thinking about. How we'll never have them again. Her singing songs and wondering about the lyrics, reminiscing about art and artists from back in the day. She'd ring the doorbell and yell for my mom twice. Always. Now the doorbell rings and I know it isn't her. Because it can't be. She bought a cd and had it delivered here and never took home saying "it'll be an excuse so I can come back here" even though she didn't need one. To think she'll never return to retrieve her cd or just to chat refusing to take her cd once again. To laugh loudly. We'll never see or hear her again and there was no goodbye.

We don't know who was it, because as soon as my mom opened the post, to see if she actually read that right, it disappeared and can't find it again. We don't know if it's deleted now, hopefully it is, but last night, someone posted information about her funeral, and the name there wasn't hers. They put her dead name there. I'm so so enraged by this disrespect. How could they? What will be written on her grave? How can you disrespect someone's entire existence like this?

We won't be able to attend the funeral, because it's going to take place somewhere far that my mom can't afford neither fisically and financially, but also emotionally. She said even if she could go she wouldn't. She's too shaken. So I don't know how things are going to go there, but my mind went to that Sandman comic, where there's a character named Wanda. If they disrespect her there as well, I wish I could do what Wanda's friend did for her and correct this wrong.

She was a woman full of life and light, she shined so bright and shined every life that she came in touch with. I wish we had more time with her down here, but I know she's shining in paradise now. Just joy and happiness for eternity.

Your presence is already missed.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Hi I had a fic request for really any of bat boys, whichever you feel like! My idea was that the mating bond had only recently snapped into place for both them and the reader. They’re taking things slow and getting to know each other before they accept it.

Anywho, the reader is unknowingly projecting her feelings down the bond all day/week, whether she’s excited over a book, irritated cause she’s hangry, or just downright horny lol. Thought it would be fun to see how the bag boy would react to these things happening at random points throughout the day and whatnot.

This started out as just head cannons and turned into a full Az fic. Hope you like it and sorry for the wait!

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: suggestive ( reference to masturbation and sex)

Little Gifts

Azriel never expected to get a mate. He had long given up on the idea, content with watching his brother find the loves of their lives. That was until he met you. You were new in Velaris, having moved from the summer court. He was making his usual trip to the small bakery in town to pick up Feyre’s favorite pastries, a small favor for Rhys who didn’t have time to do so. Little did he know how much he would be thanking Rhys for the task he had rolled his eyes at. It took one look across the shop for him to feel the mating bond snap into place. He asked you on a date that very day. You had blushed, mumbling out something about not expecting the shadowsinger to show any interest in you but agreed nonetheless

The date had been wonderful in Azriel’s eyes. You were sweet and kind, and had him slowly breaking out of his shell by the end of the night. It took all of three dates for the bond to snap for you, But the two of you had agreed to take things slowly. Velaris was still so new that you had wanted to find your own way before accepting the bond between the two of you.

Azeriel was more than willing to let you have all the time you needed. He would never forgive himself if he pushed you into accepting the mating bond before you were ready. Regardless of the fact that every moment he spent with you he could feel himself falling harder and harder for you. It didn’t help that he was constantly getting little glimpses of your emotions at random times of the day. Something that was unknown to you from the way you never talked about it. Azriel assumed since you haven't accepted the bond yet that it wouldn’t feel as strong with his emotions as it did for you. So he never told you, afraid to lose that little part of you that he had come to look forward to.

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Something was tugging at Azriel’s chest. He knew right away it was coming from you but that didn’t stop the small twinge of panic that overcame him when he felt your distress. Shadows instantly shooting out across the house searching for you. They reported back quickly, Library. Crying in the library. He walked as quickly as he could, fighting the urge to sprint to you. The door to the library was cracked open and he heard the fire crackling in the corner of the room and the tell tale sniffle that had led him toward you. Azriel walked as calmly as he could until he was standing beside you. He crouched down until he was eye level with you. You peaked over your book and jumped a little at the sight of your mate in front of you.

He reached out a tentative hand to wipe a tear from your cheek and he was rewarded with the slight coloring of your cheeks.

“You’re upset.”

“I…It’s just my book.” You held up the paperback in your hand to prove your point. Azriel felt something in his chest relax. His shoulders dropped slightly.

“I thought I saw your shadows around.” A small smile creeped onto your face. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Don’t be. I just want to keep you safe.”

Azriel stood up to walk out of the room when you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He spun around to look at you.

“Would you stay with me?” Once again he watched blood rush to your cheeks. A tinge of embarrassment was sent down the bond. Azriel smiled so wide it made his cheeks hurt.

“Of course.” His shadows zipped to grab his paperwork that had been discarded on his deskHe sat down by the end, letting you continue to sprawl out on the couch. You didn’t hesitate to lift your legs and place them on his lap. The two of you sat in silence. Him reading over his reports, you wrapped in your own book. Azriel let out a content sigh and tried his best to focus on the words in front of him. He lasted for all of three pages before he started tracing patterns on your legs. You both sat in the library for hours until Azriel heard your stomach growl and offered you a hand, pulling you to the kitchen.

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Azriel didn’t know what to do. Everyone had gone to Rita’s to blow off some steam from a particularly rough high lords meeting. The one that they had dismissed for the day with a promise to reconvene in a few days because of the arguments from today. Mor had dragged you onto the dance floor almost immediately after she all but shoved some strong smelling drink down your throat.Rhys and Feyre bowed out after a drink or two, needing to get Nyx to bed. Nesta and Cassian were so close together right now that Azriel knew it was only a matter of time before they left as well. That left Azriel sitting by himself in their booth. He knew he should go join you, every fiber of his being told him to. But he wanted you to be able to have time with Mor, didn’t want to be the overbearing mate that didn't allow you to have space. So he sat and watched you. Eyes trailing up and down your body as you moved gracefully, hands in your hair, head thrown back in delight. Azriel was more than happy to just be in the same room to witness that type of joy on your face. He was so caught up in you that he didn’t even notice someone approaching until an unfamiliar body was slipping into the booth beside him. He hoped that just ignoring the female sitting next to him would be enough of a deterrent for whatever she was going to say, but she just gave him a glossy lipped smile.

“Now, why is someone as handsome as you sitting all by yourself?” She purred, Azriel could practically taste the seduction in the air. The way her hands started trailing across the table to get closer to Azriel’s gloved hands. He quickly pulled them away, putting them on his lap. He didn’t respond. Just kept looking out at his mate.

“Oh, the silent broody type. It’s fine. You don’t need to talk for what I want to do with you.” She gave a fake giggle and Azriel tried to put some space between the two of them when he felt a push of anger so strong it made him gasp. The brunette sitting next to him only laughed again, thinking his reaction was in response to her words. She started raising a hand, straight towards his wings he realized in horror when a hand shot out to grab her wrist. One moment the female was sitting and the next she was being hauled up by her wrist.

“Get away from my mate.” He heard you all but growl. He could have sensed your anger without the bond currently thrumming away in his chest. Pulsing fast like a second heartbeat.

The female in front of you had the decency to look ashamed for all of two seconds.

“YOu should keep him a little closer if you don’t want others looking.” And with one more long stare at Azriel she turned on her heel and walked away. You looked like you were fighting the urge to jump her from behind as she stalked out of sight. Azriel stood up and wrapped his arms around you. He noticed the way you were trembling slightly.

“Are you okay?” He asked into the top of your head. You scoffed, anger still radiating off of you.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m old, this is far from the first time someone has tried to make an unwanted advance.” That apparently was not the right thing to say. He swore your skin was heating up as the anger flared up even more, becoming pure outrage.

“She almost touched your wings.”

“I’m-”

“I swear to the mother if you say you’re used to it I’m going to explode.”

And Azriel believed her. He really did. He pulled away slightly to look at your face, trying to calm some of that raging fire in your blood.

He barely pulled back before your hands were tangling into the front of his shirt, pulling him to your lips. He was so shocked at first, matching the shock he felt through the bond, that he just stood there. But then you trailed a hand up his arm, tangling your fingers in his hair and he started kissing you back. Your lips were soft despite the searing kiss. His hands ghosted down to your waist and he pulled you flush against his body. The motion drew a small whine from your throat that had every part of his body stiffening. He felt it then, that crash of excitement through the bond. You were happy to be touching him, kissing him. He pulled away, trying to get his bearings before he hauled you over his shoulder and winnowed out of the small bar. When he looked at your face he saw a similar emotion echoed in your eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and lips were slightly swollen. Slightly damp with his spit.

He had to force himself to take another step back. Putting more space between the two of you felt wrong and that wash of disappointment through his chest almost made him laugh. Instead he reached a hand out and tucked a finger under your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.

“When I finally get to touch you, it’s not going to be because you’re trying to prove a point sweetheart. As sweet as the notion is.” You smiled at him and held out your hand, pulling him onto the dance floor.

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You looked like pure sin. The black dress was covered in reflective glitter, turning blue whenever you moved. His shade of blue he noted with a rush of pride. Your dress was a twin to Nestas, hers being red to match her mate. It hugged every single inch of you, showing off the parts that Azriel had only dreamed of seeing so far. The two of you had been toeing a dangerous line since the kiss you shared a few days prior. Azriel would be lying to himself if he said it hasn't been replaying nonstop in his head. The way you had melted into him, the small noise from the back of your throat. He took a deep steadying breath trying his best to quell the desire he felt from looking at you. He looked back to you and caught your eyes roaming over him in return. When you got back to his face you didn’t look the slightest bit ashamed. Instead you sent him a smirk that had him clenching his fists to stop him from dragging you back to his room like he should have done the other night. No, he forced himself to look away from you, breaking whatever spell he was caught in.

The High Lords meeting was just as much of a mess as it was the other day. No progress was made, voices raising over each other in effort to get their thoughts heard. You were sitting with your arms crossed, utterly fuming as your voice was drowned out for the third time.

“If I wanted to listen to someone who knows absolutely nothing, I would listen to the rest of my court.” The source of the voice was indistinguishable over the chaos in the room but it was obvious it was aimed at you. Azriel felt the embarrassment pulse through the bond. He was on his feet before he realized it, hands slamming down on the table.

“Watch your mouth.” His words cut through the squabbling. All eyes in the room turned to him, your own wide and unblinking. He noted the slight flush to your cheeks, the way it seemed like you were holding your breath as you looked at him.“You’re all High Lords. Start.Acting.Like.It.” He spit out the words, a calm wave pushed through the bond. That’s when he felt your hand gently stroking over his. He sighed deeply and sat back down.

A sharp jab at his mind had him hiding a flinch. Your eyes jumped to him again, eyebrows pulling tight together in concern. He just squeezed your hand, the one that hadn’t let go of his as he settled back into his chair. Rhys’ voice filled his mind. Care to explain that? He pushed him out, not bothering to respond to his brother's prodding. He just tried to focus on that thread of comfort, tinged with something he tried to ignore. You shifted slightly in your seat, your dress bunching in a motion he instantly noted as you rubbed your thighs together. He sucked in a shaky breath, the lust he felt earlier hitting him in full force. He was desperately resisting the urge to put his hand on your leg. Resisting the urge to drag you out of the damned room.

The rest of the meeting was painful, for a new reason this time. He spent the next few hours acutely aware of every little motion you made. Every squirm, every shift had him straightening in his seat. It would be one thing if it was only him but the feelings you were pushing through the bond were absolutely torture. He was seconds away from leaning down and whispering in your ear when someone clears their throat loudly. Rhys.

“I think we’ve actually made some good progress today.” They had? “It might be time to quit while we’re ahead. Same time next month?” Murmurs of agreement filled the room and people started rising to turn to whatever they had planned for the rest of the night. Azriel turned to you but you were scrambling to your feet, looking anywhere but him, he noted. You quickly gathered the ends of your skirt and all but ran out of the room. Leaving Azriel with his hands slightly extended, still reaching for you.

“Scare her off?” Cassian slapped a playful hand on Azriel’s shoulder that had him fighting not to roll his eyes. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he did. You seemed so eager to get away from him. Maybe he had scared you when he raised his voice. Spoke over you in a way you didn’t appreciate. Ariel turned away from his brother, ready to race to find you to apologize when he felt it. That rush of electricity that made every part of him stiffen. He could practically taste the arousal that was flowing through the bond. His heartbeat sped up and he was suddenly very aware that he was standing besides Cassian.

Ariel didn’t say a word as he walked as calmly as he could back to his room. He now understood why you had left in such a hurry and a frisson of pride ran through him. While he may not be psychically touching you, it was reassuring to know he made his mate this riled up. He was thankful he had made it back to his room when he felt that first wave of pure pleasure. His mind started to wonder how you must look right now. How pretty you oiled sound, if your face would scrunch up or if you would keep your beautiful eyes fixed on him the entire time. He reached his hand down to adjust himself, now painfully hard in his pants. But he wanted to soak in your pleasure, waves after wave being sent down the bond. You must be close if his racing heartbeat was anything to go by.

deep down he knows he should shut off his side of the bond. Give you your private moment but he couldn’t help the little reach of his own arousal, he sent just a hint of it down the bond. It was like the world stood still as he waited for your reaction. He couldn’t fight the smile that creeped onto his face as he felt your answer. Were you planning on joining me? Azriel didn’t hesitate to send his reply. I’m more than happy to finish the job sweetheart. Nothing else was said as he could feel your anticipation down the bond and followed that tug deep in his chest to deliver on his promise

[xkiralix]

The Divine Creator

Part 1 part 2

Everyone knew who their creator was. Ethan, the divine creator of Teyvat, the one who even Celestia prayed to and so did the seven archons. There was no beast, no animal, no human, no god, no being that didn’t hold him in the highest pedestal of all.

They celebrated in his name, killed in his name, fought on his name, drank on his name, and died on his name. He was the poet, the knight, and the king, he was all, is all.

From the warm summers of Liyue, to the cold winters of Snezhnaya. Their grace was praised.

The joy they all felt when the golden vessel came was unimaginable, joy that turned to jealousy. That vessel whose name was Aether wasn’t worthy of you, what could you see in this outsider? Was what every being wondered. Yet no one dared go against their divine god.

They knew you were watching them through those golden eyes, analyzing every movement and going through all the nations. Barbatos was ashamed of himself, he was unable to give you a proper welcome. Morax tried to stop his contract, he wanted to greet you personally, give you a tour and show you how well they were doing in comparison of Mindstadt. He couldn’t. He cursed himself for this, he should’ve waited more, he should’ve went after the Tsaritsa.

Ei was clueless and ashamed of her actions, how could she do this to you? She wanted to drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness but she couldn’t. Nahida was embarrassed, which is why she tried to be as helpful as she could. Furina and Neuvillette were both surprised and relieved at the same time, their nation wasn’t the worse one, surely you could understand that Celestia could be… difficult.

Aether took advantage of his title as the divine creator’s vessel to find his sister. He knew who you were, you were praised all throughout the stars and worlds yet he didn’t say a word to the archons. He quickly noticed that unlike his homeland, Teyvat was still a relatively young world. He marveled at the idea of being one of the first to know of your most recent work as the order still hadn’t added Teyvat into the system.

He forgot his sister for a moment.

He knew more of you than the others did. His mother had told him and his sister all about you in tales. While not much was known of your first life, they knew a lot of your second life, when you were introduced as (Name) of house Talix almost 6 billion years ago. The union between the goddess of knowledge and peace Bella and the god of life and nature. From that union was born a boy who held resemblance to the one who created life, Ethan.

He was told of how you overcame corruption and freed them all from the cruel world they built in your absence. How kind you were to go as far as reincarnating, breaking the rules you yourself had made, all to save them. They recognized their wrongdoings, they tainted the paradise you had built for them, it was only right for them to make it up for you. Aether was a bit… ashamed that Teyvat, a world that was still far too young and didn’t know all that history, acted do loyal since the start and followed your law.

Something this own homeland didn’t do… they had to see you be born again and suffer to free them for them to finally praise you as you deserved. They made you lose your life a second time.

Ethan, your grace, father, divine grace, your highness, prince, (Name)… who were you anymore? You didn’t know. From the start, you didn’t know. You were what everything else was, a mere atom floating around, well… many atoms that united like sticky balls to evolve. How long were you alone? Far enough to learn how to make others like you. You didn’t want worshippers or servants, you just wanted company. But of course, your wishes were always just dreams. So you kept yourself busy with building and making more life.

Fixing their problems, you learned to tolerate their “gifts” that consisted on human sacrifice. You accepted your deaths and rebirths, as if you hadn’t already tried to completely eliminate yourself from existence. Not like a knife of divine blood to the heart, a curse to your soul, a night of bleeding out or being burned alive could do anything to you.

When you awoke in Teyvat you felt the same way as in those other planets, numb. Yet the smell of a warm meal made the hunger in your human body awake. That was the only thing that encouraged you to rise from the ground.

Ik this is confusing, ik. You’ll see everything as the story goes on, I have no schedule. I’ll pretty much update when I feel like it’s enough so don’t wait for a weekly update. Bye! 😊

[jedi-enthusiast]

Yk one thing I barely see talked abt is the fact that Mace Windu's lineage and thus legacy is one of the longest Order 66 surviving ones in Star Wars WHO STAYED TRUE TO THE JEDI ORDER'S PRINCIPLES.

Like damn, Mace rly managed to establish a liniage of highly competent and compasionate Jedi. The Shatterpoint Lineage either outlasted or survived for nearly as long as the Disaster Liniage who pretty obviously stopped truly representing Jedi with Obi-Wan (only rly returninh to the true jedi way with Luke if ya see him as part of that lineage)

Like- who do we have in the Shatterpoint lineage ?

-Master of the Jedi Order , died trying to save the galaxy from the Sith

-Former council member, died saving her padawan from her brainwashed men

-Rebel Jedi training a student despite everything that went down , died saving his padawan & loved ones from a giant explosion

-THE GUY LITTERALY ABLE TO GET THE CHANCE TO FORCE TIME-TRAVEL WHO SEND HIMSELF INTO EXILE TO PROTECT THOSE HE LOVES & THE GALAXY

And who do we have in the Disaster Lineage :

-Guy with questionable methods who did his best

-OBI-WAN who rly doesn't need any explanation (who's also the last true Jedi with expection of Luke (if you counf him) to come out of this lineage)

-a genocial manbaby with an alergy for any sort of moral code or basic logic

-a pick me shitting on her own adoptive family, who isn't even a Jedi if we are being honest (sry Ahsoka, but your character to assasinated to a point where I just can't anymore)

And honestly ? It says a LOT that Mace Windu's lineage stands as pretty much last bastion of a true Jedi Lineage from the old Order.

Agreed 100%

And ngl I find it so funny that people constantly praise the Shatterpoint lineage- (Depa, Kanan, Ezra) -and then shit on Mace like, my dude, WHO DO YOU THINK TAUGHT DEPA AND PASSED ON THOSE VALUES TO HER AND THEREFORE HIS LINEAGE???

But no, Mace's lineage is by far the best imo---I love Obi-Wan and Luke and Yoda, but they get negative points for having not one but TWO genocidal fascists in the lineage- (Dooku and Anakin) -and then someone who thinks the Jedi brought on their own genocide- (Ahsoka) -and then someone who decided that the fate of the galaxy was less important than her feelings and probably kickstarted another war- (Sabine, apparently, since Felony shoe-horned her into the lineage).

Meanwhile the Shatterpoint lineage has the head of the Order who almost won the Clone Wars and stopped the Empire from being created, who only failed because he was betrayed- (Mace) -then an amazing and empathetic general who was literally so selfless that she sacrificed herself to save her padawan- (Depa) -then someone who fought against the Empire, successfully overcame his own issues to both train a padawan and then forgive those who he thought willingly murdered his family, and then sacrificed himself to save his family and give the Rebellion a leg up on the Empire for the Battle of Lothal- (Kanan) -and finally someone who let go of all his grief, rejected the Dark Side SEVERAL TIMES, and then sentenced himself to a life in exile to protect the galaxy from a genocidal fascist- (Ezra).

Like...there's really no competition here.

In the Imperial Era, Mace was probably sitting back as a Force-ghost, watching the Disaster lineage fuck up the galaxy and then have to fix it all over again, smugly staring down Obi-Wan and Yoda like-

Mace, smugly: Hm, did you know that today Kanan taught Ezra how to connect with animals? I'm so proud of them.

Obi-Wan, watching Anakin commit even more mass murder and Ahsoka blame the Jedi for Anakin's actions: Must be nice.

Yoda, staring down Dooku, who literally tried to take over the whole galaxy with a fascist regime: Yes. Nice, it must be.

[fel-09]

Incomplete Vampire Part:2

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This work contains scenes 18+ please pass by this fanfic if you are younger

Warnings: 18+, Blood, Disease,

stockholm syndrome

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader

Another warning! : the fanfic is not edited properly because the author wants to correct it 3 times to make sure everything is ok

In between: I tried to notice something but my brain switched off at one in the morning (that is now)

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Many years have passed since Carlisle took (the reader) into his house, turning her into a vampire, the girl gradually adapted to her new essence, but there was a problem she was still ill, her body was practically doomed to suffer forever from the disease, but would not die from it, her body was warm like a human, (reader) even when she overcame her vampire side, she was still weaker than most, because of security measures, Carlisle did not let her out of the house, sometimes he had to sleep next to her to feel when she needed painkillers in rare manifestations of her illness

After returning from work, Carlisle wearily sat down at his desk in his office, he decided that taking some of the work at home would be the best idea because he could take care of (the reader) , his gaze fell on the documents, there were 15-20 pieces , he would have dealt with them quickly

There was a clatter of heels in the hallway, the door to Carlisle's office opened, and there stood (the reader). Carlisle looked up from the papers in his hands and gave her a pleasant look , clutching the hem of her dress a little nervously(the reader) looked straight at him. a pleasant wave passed through Carlisle's body when he noticed what she was wearing ... The dress he bought her , a week ago, is a soft creamy color with satin fabric.

Carlisle knew her body proportions..what style and cut of fabric would suit her , what size of shoes she had , so he did not need to take her to the store , she always stayed at home so that he could take care of her, he decided that she did not need a hairdresser, her long hair suited her , emphasizing her delicate features, at one point he Lost too much in his own thoughts, Carlisle shook his head, focusing on her

The girl hesitated and entered his office, closing the door behind her, her quiet steps echoed through the room when she approached him at his desk and started a conversation

"Carlisle, I want to talk to you"

At that moment, the man realized what the conversation was going to be about and his eyes darkened and his voice became stern

"Honey, if you start talking about walking alone and work again, then forget about thet"

"But I can't lives like that anymore....I want to get away from this house a little bit, it's like I'm locked in a cage, I have no choice about anything."

Carlisle just leaned back irritably in the chair his cold gaze swept over her face, gathering his strength, he stood up and hovered over her small body, squeezing her shoulders with his hands tightly enough not to hurt, he would not let her go for nothing

If something had happened to her? He would not forgive himself, she was too fragile and naive, she would not be able to do anything without him, even a step, Carlisle looked into her eyes, noticing her rapid heartbeat, he had the impression that she was still a person

"My no means no, and I think I've given you too much freedom."

He hugged her to him and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, ,his hands moved down smoothly clasping her hip, and the other lay on her lower back pressing her to him, to which the doctor received her trembling body which reflexively clung to him, this was not the first time and not the last When he treated her like that , even though Carlisle was so obsessed with her that he bought a house separately so that he could live alone with her , he never went too far with her ...But now

His patience had run out, he was too tired at the moment, always worrying about her health, even if it was useless.., sitting down at his chair, he held her by his hips, pressing her to himself and sat her on his hips , squeezing them gently, the reader shuddered , putting her hands on his shoulders and gasped

"Carlisle Please I.."

To which she received a slap on the ass, and she moaned softly, burying her face in his shoulder with a groan , Carlisle rubbed the place where he hit her, slowly taking off her panties

"I didn't tell you to talk, you know? Next time, so that this does not happen again" - to which he received a Nod , the doctor was satisfied with her behavior, although he could have demanded an oral agreement, it was enough for him, because carlisle did not want to put too much pressure on her

"Lift up your hips darling, I have to take off your underwear."

Pov: you

You lifted your hips and gave him access to take off your panties, settling more comfortably on his hips, he did not take off your dress, but gently and carefully ran a finger over your stockings, pulling them off and letting go so that he pressed back against your skin with a slap, to which you hissed, and squeezed his shoulders harder,

His hands moved steadily, and slowly while his hand lay on your clitoris gently massaging it, to which you began to moan a little, the sticks slid deeper into your masonry, rubbing them with your lubricant ,

"Carlisle, please,"

You whispered in his ear to which he let out a quiet grow, starting to kiss your cheek, leaving wet footprints on them -"all in good time, my sweet, you have to wait until I finish okay?"

You nodded and sobbed , it was too good while he massaged your clitor, and then slid the fingers into the Inside your body ,to which you made more obvious moans, the fingers began to move and stretch you , from the inside you felt like burning while his Fingers were cold , rubbing the place where you liked the most , When did you let out a groan Carlisle caught your lips gently kissing you while his tongue worked in your mouth

You were already on the verge when you felt how his fingers were no longer in you , feeling the emptiness you whined into his lips, Carlisle broke the kiss and whispered

"I'm sorry, my dear, but I have to punish you, in a different way," he took off his pants and carefully freed his penis, sliding inside you, he moaned ,feeling how wet and hot you were

"You're going to sit like this until I finish my work, and it's going to take over an hour, my sweet." Although he lied and could have finished the job faster, Carlisle wanted to teach you a good lesson, and every time you wanted to move while he was working, his hand slapped your ass every time

No.. Carlisle wouldn't let you go, because you belonged to him, right? ...even if he has to lock you at home .... with a key or a chain

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i loved galadriel's arc in s2, but not as much as in s1 and there are many different ways in which it could have been better.

i loved that she was shown to struggle with the denial of her taboo feelings for halbrand and with reconciling them with her hatred of sauron, now motivated even more to personally slay him. i loved how she was annoyed for not being in the leadership position instead of elrond, showcasing her ambition for power, leadership and personal persecution of sauron. i loved the battle, how she was the one to start fighting and did not stop fighting even tho sauron almost begged her to.

i agree with everyone that the dialogue was weak. however, i don't think it's really about the dialogue. i never believed galadriel would give in to evil!sauron (her willpower, pride and fear wouldn't allow it), but the temptation for power and the recognition of connection are there, so i wanted to see this crisis and angst displayed more intensely. i can forgive it, as it can be explained by galadriel setting her mind and spirit on blocking her personal emotions off and switching to the kill mode. but only if we see that personal, intimate struggle moving forward.

if she really overcame her interpersonal conflict with sauron and the darkness... it would simply be so out of character and inconsistent, that the only explanation would be that sauron really stole her soul and replaced her with a watered down galadriel who would give a lesser headache to elrond and gil-galad, lol.

first of all, there was no temptation in that battle, really. sauron didn't propose to her for the second time, he was set on breaking her down till she gave in to him (again, nenya=galadriel). yeah, he told her that the door was still open but he sought submission from her this time around (s1 finale was darkly romantic, s2 finale was darkly romantic too but even more so darkly erotic, if u know what i mean).

it doesn't make sense for galadriel to be devoted to and obsessed with slaying sauron for centuries only to get over it after battling him only once. it doesn't make sense for her interpersonal conflict to be resolved after the interaction where she emotionally closed herself off after the whole season of displaying the scandalous levels of mental illness and loser behavior over that man, lol.

i think what the majority of haladriels are discontent with, is this impersonal attitude galadriel had throughout the battle (save for a very impactful and significant reaction she had to halbrand, and other microexpressions). and i agree, i want her to scream at sauron for killing her brother, for betraying her, for deceiving her ("it was just an illusion" counts tho), not about the free peoples of the middle-earth.

but here is the thing. the reason why i feel uneasy about galadriel's attitude here, it that i'm anxious about the possibility that they won't get to come face to face in the future to have this sort personal of clash (fingers crossed 🤞 that the mind-palace is re-introduced in s3). but i do believe that it makes sense for galadriel to be closed off as a defense mechanism when she first saw sauron. he was changed, so she felt detached from this new form she wasn't adjusted to. it would make sense for her to "explode" emotionally only as the culmination of a slow realization that halbrand *is* sauron.

and as for the darkness, it would feel weird for her to be "healed" from her own darkness by the two men who kept lowkey "slutshaming" her.

now, there is a hope that they are going to *subvert* the viewer expectations and she is going to experience the effects of finally having touched the darkness, learning how to find the light even though there is the darkness in her. that would make for a far more interesting character journey than her not having to make decisions and mistakes bc she is an one-dimensional good girl.

as for the things i would have loved to have seen in s2:

galadriel being alienated and bullied as a child and only having finrod who understood her was hinted at in the beginning, but it would have been great if we had some more flashbacks expanding on this in s2. it would help the audiences to really sympathize with galadriel's obsession with revenge more.

and it would have been so cool to see the flashbacks into her quests and crusades, her knight adventures, how she actually started to *enjoy* fighting and power while the darkness crept into her heart, to the point it became part of her, to the point sauron became an intrinsic part of her identity. after all, she was so obsessed with the idea of slaying him that she turned her back on heaven, her home and risked literally everything for him.

and i mostly talk about galadriel/haladriel in this blog, but i have to say, im disappointed with the overall treatment of the female characters in this season. my third favorite character after gal/sau is miriel and i feel like she was sidelined in numenor plotline too. going into the sea was epic and showcased how worthy and dignified she is, and i absolutely adore her chivalric romance with elendil, but it still felt like they could have done much more with her, or at least given her a pov.

idk, i hope s3 improves these flaws of s2 and doesn't cater to the incels, but their loudness is worrisome.

[2kyo7]

𓇼𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌𓇼 | 06

pairing ; neteyam sully , lo’ak sully , aonung , & more x female reader

𓏲 ➥ summary ; You were always told to never trust the likes of monsters or you’d be eaten whole. But monsters can be so deceptive and cunning, how could you resist?

warnings ; name-calling , jealous aonung , argument

notes ; this is the final unposted chapter of the hiatus, no more left:((

YOUR FEET TREAD LIGHTLY across the soft but durable fabric that created pathways throughout Awa'atlu, causing your body to bounce up and down with every sudden movement, while a sluggish Ao'nung was not so fast to match your hurried pace. "_____ why so rushed today? You tìyawn our walks..." He stood solid and unmoving, his hold unrelenting on your fingers as they intertwined with his own seemed almost permanent. "Hmm? Tell me."

tìyawn - love

Ao'nung tilted his head with a hum, complimented by his signature smirk, as if that would prompt you to answer him any sooner. "Maybe I am unworthy to walk with Olo'eyktans son," you jokingly mocked his notorious title, beginning to sway circles around him, his body turning to keep track of your own. "Or," Ao'nungs tone became deeper—more serious within a matter of seconds, every ounce of playfulness drained from his expression.

"You are in a hurry to see that forest devil." A newfound death grip was placed along your biceps while he flipped you around to face himself, not a single inch of space left to breathe. You found yourself almost scared, but remembered this was harmless Ao. The same boy who still needed help braiding his hair and couldn't tell rotting fruit from ripe, at the realization you became rather irritated. "What are you saying?"

His forehead crashed into yours and not in a loving or comforting manor you'd grown accustomed to—no harm was done—but the action was still quite rough. "You know exactly what. O'laya told me she saw you and him together last night. Alone. Touching." Your eyes narrowed impossibly more, and Ao'nungs intense glare wasn't letting up. "How dare you. I would never muntxa si with anyone much less na'rìng na'vi."

muntxa si - mate with marry

na'rìng - forest

"Hard to believe when others saw too." Ao'nung lightened his grip ever so slightly, you took the chance to push him away. "I never claimed we were not together txonam," you take multiple needed steps back, extra precaution in case he made another attempt. "And it should not be a worry of yours who I spend my time with. Forest devil or no."

txonam - last night

Ao'nung released a sharp hiss, "of course it is my worry—you are my..."

"Your what Ao'nung?" You let out an equally poisonous hiss, becoming closer to him, this time on your own accord. He struggled to gather his thoughts into a comprehensive response, hurt taking the place of anger. "Tsk, exactly." You brush past him coldly, seeking the walkway's edge before you dove into cool waters that surrounded it. Leaving a stunned, shattered Ao'nung alone with only his thoughts.

Soothing gentle circles around your tender, slightly discolored arm where your fight with Ao'nung had occurred, a small pout wearing down your features at the thought of it. You'd known Ao'nung all your life and while you knew he only had good intentions in mind, there are better ways to convey a discomfort about something than whatever that was. You decided forgiveness would be granted when your arms felt better (nearing the day's end) and he himself apologized for his actions.

Besides, you couldn't stay angry at your Ao forever, especially with the saddened eyes he'd been sending your way.

"Manga," Roxto whistled after calling out to you, spitting water in your face for good measure. "You and your boyfriend have a fight or something? Pey do not answer that. The two of you are more than fight feet apart!" A sudden splash overcame Roxto as he struggled to keep the unexpected water out of unwanted places. "Quiet Roxto, all you do is speak speak speak! And what do you imply? We spend too much time together?"

manga - hey you

pey - wait

Rotxo's arms rose above his head to show he meant no harm, "geez, sorry—but it is funny how quick one can see when you two are in disagreement." You sent him a quick nudge to the face, "quiet my nerves are gone enough." He laughed aloud at your offensiveness, before something else caught his attention.

"Look there," Roxto nodded his head towards the approaching na'vi, the two of you watch for the umpteenth time as they carelessly jump into these ocean waters, a lack of proper guidance evident in their forms. Only for a moment did you catch a glimpse of Neteyam's golden eyes meet yours, quickly being shallow out by the water. You let out a deep sigh, "there is a long way to go." He nodded in agreement, swimming to meet Tsireya and Ao'nung, you quickly followed suit except pretending that a certain someone wasn't there entirely.

You tried to wait—you really did, but everyone looked as if they moved in slow motion, so you raced ahead without consideration, diving among the many creatures that resided within Eywa's wonderful sea. There were many things you noticed whenever finding the time to look back to the others, their lungs were weak, and on top of that they couldn't understand sign. It honestly made you reconsider your promise to Tuk and Neteyam many times. Everyone began to regroup towards the surface where you joined them.

"Are you alright?" Tsireya questioned the siblings with earnest concern, "you're too fast! Wait for us!" Tuk spoke on behalf of her family, her response made earned a laugh from yourself, you swam over and removed hair away from her face.

"You are not good divers—maybe good at swimming through trees but..." You coughed to silence the laugh that threatened to rise. Ao'nung looked over with a proud expression at almost making you laugh, his happiness was quickly revoked when his sister strikes him with little hesitation. "Tuktirey, I see you have already forgotten my words to you."

Tuk hummed, appearing in deep thought. She searched every inch of her memory in recall to yesterday's event. "You said...do not fear the waves. Fighting will only make it harder." You nodded, a gentle grin on display, "that's exactly it Tuktirey—this goes for the rest of you also," you take quick glances over the others. "Eywa has already accepted you into her beautiful waters, now you must allow yourself to be taken by them." You give them a simple demonstration by calming your breathing, eyes closed shut, feeling the water consume you on all sides.

Everyone watched your actions carefully, "yes breathe..." Tsireya added in a more direct sense, nodding as she did so. "Just breathe."

"We don't speak this...finger talk." Neteyam continued to grin though he seemed genuinely confused, playing with his own fingers to mimic the actual motions. "We don't know what you're saying." He looked to you almost pleadingly—I'm lost, guide me—his eyes read. You shook your head side to side, a small smile barely visible playing on your lips at his description. "No Neteyam, not finger talk, we call it sign. It is second tongue to us Metkayina."

Neteyam hummed, hanging on every word you spoke as he swam past his brother to be in closer proximity to you and Tuk. Aonung bared his teeth at the entire interaction, pray in that moment a wave overtook Neteyam, and him only. Tsireya’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head when seeing her brother's jealousy. "I will teach you." She looked over the group, "we all will."

Your ears perked up when Roxto's gasp beside you, "where is Kiri?" He asked, causing everyone to turn their heads in search of the female na'vi. "Kiri?" Tuk frantically called out for her sister. "Who?" Suddenly everyone started to repeat the name like a chant. "That girl is gone." You say in half meaningful concern, but mostly in surprise you hadn't noticed beforehand. Without notice you immerse the rest of your body into the water, splashing both Roxto and Tuk.

Ao'nung grabbed ahold of your tail before you could swim any further, preventing you from moving for the second time today. Unbelievable. Pulling your tail out of his grasp, you in turn whipped him with it. "Where are you going?" He angrily signed, now swatting your tail away from him. "To look for the weird girl." You began swimming once more, but felt his presence lingering behind. "Alone." You sent him a deadpan look, physically making him sulk.

You scoured the reef's sandy floor in search of a dark blue, lanky, out-of-place, female na'vi. Hoping she wouldn't be foolish enough to wonder any further, or even better, she retreated into the comfort of her home possibly getting spooked by an ocean animal. Though never in a million years would you think to see the foreign (former) Omatikaya this indulged in Eywa's sea—maybe even more so than yourself.

From behind a patch of rocks, you watched in complete shock as Kiri scouts the unfamiliar water, completely unafraid. She fearlessly swims alongside the animals, curiously observing them in complete awe, occasionally reaching out to touch. Your position would soon be compromised as your skimwing Kanaya came cutting through the water and barreling towards you at top speed, releasing a horrid screech to let her presence be known.

You shook your head quickly in a pitiful attempt to shoo her away but it was futile. Kanaya often greeted you like this, it had simply been in her nature to do so, she was rowdy, wild, antsy, but most of all—yours. Using her bill she nudged all around your belly resulting in a very ticklish you to nearly lose control of your breathing. Before you could even remotely get the chance to gain composure, Kiri rounded the boulder looking to Kanaya with bright eyes, then spotting you, making her immediately recoil.

How ungrateful, you begin to regret searching for her out of the goodness of your soul, moving to gently wrap your arm around Kanaya's neck, the two of you followed close behind while Kiri promptly swam away. She soon reached out to touch a school of fish, who avoided her hand entirely and instead circled around you, rubbing their smooth scales along your skin. Kiri crossed her arms with a huff when seeing the pink tongue that darted out from between your lips teasingly.

Slowly you reached down to pick a dark spiky vegetable from the rest of its brethren, letting Kanaya take a bite before handing it to Kiri. Her expression was one of extreme doubt, but ultimately received it. It's contents were nude in color, soft and mushy too, soon the same school of fish flocked to her in order to feed from what she held, looking to you with great suspicion.

You motioned Kiri to follow you up towards the surface, and she obliged, feeling herself begin to grow dizzy for desperately much needed air. How long had she been down there anyways.

"That vegetable is greatly loved among ocean creatures," you spoke calmly, your voice relatively steady for the first time (around Kiri at least). Once more she reached out to an unknown animal, though this time Kiri was welcomed with hostility, Kanaya biting away her hands. "Woah!" Kiri was quick to withdraw the limb, you laugh, rubbing Kanaya's neck up and down to sooth her worry. "Careful, she is of tsurak. They are not tstunwi, especially to strangers."

tsurak - skimwing

tstunwi - kind

"What's her name?" Kiri observed your skimwing, who sent looks of caution towards her. "Kanaya, and she is mine. I earned her around the age of thirteen—she is my world." Before you could explain any further, Kiri cut your words short, "why are you here?" She asked, watching as you mount Kanaya, "no, why are you here? You have already missed valuable lessons I've taught your siblings." Kiri seriously doubted that, "you haven't taught us anything since we arrived, can you blame me?" Almost as if she had said nothing at all, you make the bond with Kanaya and continue speaking. "Come, don't think holding your breath for long makes you Metkayina."

[peaches-creek]

It had been years since he had last seen you, his girl. You weren’t his girl, but you were his girl. He had only been Jason again for maybe a year or so, leaving the Arkham Knight in the past, and bringing the Red Hood into the light. He was still brining himself back, still having days where he feels nothing but rage. Days where he feels disgust, sadness, trauma. He has to be able to feel those things before he is able to love anyone else, not that he wants anyone else, you are it for him. You loved him for the little Jason that would show up on your doorstep with bruised and scraped knees, a belly needing to be filled. Instead of telling him to find help elsewhere, that you can’t let him in because your father would absolutely flip, you quietly let him in.

As he sits on your little twin bed, he takes in your room and pays attention to the small things. The pretty little pink flowers on your sheets, the Justin Bieber poster beside your desk. He scoffs at that. He notices the little finger paintings your younger sister made you, the well loved stuffed animals, and the little tea cup set you had at your play table. The last thing he payed attention to, while you gathered as many band-aids aid alcohol pads as your little 9 year old hands could hold, was all the knitted scarves and hats you had around your room. One was pink, another blue with a white rim, many rainbow colored ones, but the one that looked the warmest, was the red one. It had a white Pom-pom on top with little red laces on the bottom to tie it tight around your squishy little face. He imagined you in it, with your puffy cheeks. You scurry back into the room.

“Okay so these kinda sting,’’ you say ripping open an alcohol wipe, “I can hold your hand if you want.” You were half teasing. You did want to hold his hand but you knew he was like a scared rabbit, if you moved too fast he would scamper back into the darkness.

“I think I will manage, barely.” he smirks. He wanted to hold your hand too.

You payed attention to him as well. You payed attention to how his knees weren’t just bruised, but scarred. How his teeth were only a bit crooked. His hair was curly in the most perfect way, with a little curl falling right in front of his face. His freckles and blue eyes. You loved everything about him. You also noticed those pretty little blue eyes looking at your red hat.

“My nana makes those y’know,” you chirp, “she can make you one if you want.”

“I’m all set.” He says, looking away.

“Alright. Well guess what happened the other day! I went to the store and I found…” You rambled on, getting back to doctoring his knees.

He spent the remaining time of the night listening to insignificant stories about your little life. About the silly man you saw wearing a bright yellow suit and pink polka dot shoes. About the stray cat with one eye. He started looking at you again, looking at your funny little bed head, cowlick sticking straight up. Your blue striped pajama set. Bunny slippers. Everything about you was cute, you were only a year or so younger than him.

You met him at the Gotham Public library. You were both looking for books on mythology, he was looking for Greek while you were looking for Norse, different but alike, just like the pair of you. Ever since then, you were always around one another. He walked you home from school, made sure you got into your apartment okay. He would go to the park with you, push you on the swings. He even read you stories when you were sick and your mother let him in to see you. I mean, how could you deny him, he looked like a kicked puppy when he found out you couldn’t play.

You weren’t like the other city kids, you were kind. That’s why he liked you so much. All the obstacles you overcame, and you were still forgiving and patient. He envied that. Everything he went through made him angry and unforgiving. He would tell you about that, but you would just tell him that there’s two sides to every coin, and he didn’t know what the hell that meant. Sometimes you just said stuff.

You finished up with a quick kiss to his knees and exclaimed that you were all done. You turned on your heel and walked right over to the little red hat. You walked right back over to him and put in on his head.

“It’s a little too big for me, but it fits you just right!”

“I can’t take this.” He says, without taking it off.

“Yes, you can.” You quip.

“No I can’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Jason Peter Todd I will win the fight and you know it.” You giggle.

His response is nonverbal, just a huff. You smile.

He moves toward the window in your room, opens it and climbs onto the fire escape. He takes one last look into your lovely room and one last look at your lovely face. He waves his hand at you, beckoning you to come to him. He presses one little kiss to your cheek and quickly, but quietly he shuts the window. Then he’s gone, probably going home, leaving you with a red hot face and a goofy smile.

[jacks347]

When's the last time I gave Makkaro some love, I can't remember. Unacceptable, I must fix this immediately

(This genuinely took forever fucking HELL)

~~~

It cost his life, took more than he gave

Now he watches from the grave

Makkaro knew he was never going to see the gates of heaven. He knew better than to expect any misgiving of his to be forgiven after all he'd done. He had made his peace with eternal flames and torment.

But this...

This was different. This was neither.

An endless chasm of darkness, devoid of anything other than him. Well, him and a massive window playing his memories. Over and over, making him watch his rise and fall on loop for an eternity without any way to change the outcome.

How fitting for him. A trial of insanity until he overcame it or lost himself in it. Only this time, there would be no reprieve from his mind tearing itself apart in the sweet release of death. It was only right for him.

Saw his hand built kingdom burn

Misses home and can't return

It wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant for it to get so out of hand. He never wanted her to be caught in the middle of this. She swore she would always stand by his side, that was what she'd promised him! What she had vowed to him! It wasn't his fault if she decided to walk out on those promises.

He didn't need her, he never did. Sure, her cause was the spark that caused the flame but now that he had things burning he had no use for her simple-minded desires anymore. No, he had much bigger plans. He was going to tear this city down and cleanse it in vengeful fire. He'd build it back up the way it was supposed to be the entire time. And he'd do it all himself.

All by himself.

All alone.

Always alone.

So very lonely.

When did it get so cold-

No, he couldn't think like that. This was his masterpiece, his life's work, the thing he'd given up everything for. He had to see it through. If he didn't, all that sacrifice would be for nothing. So what if he had skewed so far off the original path that he no longer recognized the destination he was going to? So what if the woman he'd sworn to do this all for had tried to pull him back from going too far? So what if he no longer recognized himself in the mirror with all the blood on his hands? So. What.

None of it mattered. It couldn't matter. If it mattered, it would mean he was wrong and he couldn't be wrong. Not after he'd gone this far. He was long past the point of no return, having doubts now would end in his death. This was his cross to bear.

But he missed her.

Gods forgive him, every heartbeat was a reminder that it beat for someone who was no longer with him. Every second without her ached like a wound that wouldn't heal; scabbing over and granting the relief of numbness until something reminded him that she was gone and would rip it back open, bleeding with the agony of loss again.

He wanted her back. Her sweet eyes, her kind smile, her forgiving heart, he just wanted her back. He wanted their simple life back, the house in the woods where they hid their love from the world, that place where it was just the two of them. Not a princess and a detective, not a runaway and a wanted criminal, not anything the world was expecting them to be. Just Makarro and Gienne, husband and wife.

And he had pushed it all away. The best thing that had ever happened to him and he decided he didn't need her. But that couldn't be further from the truth. He needed her like oxygen, he needed her to keep him grounded in reality. He was losing his mind without her, he'd never survive without her. He had to fix this. He'd go crazy if he didn't.

He just didn't know how.

Says he's happy, he's a liar

Blame the arson for the fire

Where had it all gone so wrong? Actually, he knew exactly where it went wrong. The day she'd showed up with that child of the woman tyrant, there to stop him. The day he'd looked into her eyes and saw them set against him instead of standing with him. Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew then that something was horribly wrong. That he was horribly wrong. But he couldn't admit it, not now, not after everything he'd done to get here. But she was right there. She was back. If he reached out, he could touch her, and she wouldn't vanish like the delirious visions he was so familiar with when sleep evaded him for days. She was there. His darling had returned to him.

But at the same time, she wasn't. No, his darling's eyes never held such brokenhearted contempt for him. His beloved never looked so tired because of him. His wife never stood opposing him like this. But here they were. She was speaking but the words weren't reaching him. He could only process the sound of her voice, like a choir of angels that had all had their wings clipped. He could only stare at her, caught between his lonely heart's relief and his crazed mind's anger. How had he gotten this bad to where he could possibly be angry at the one he held so dear? At a different time, he would've balked at the mere idea of actually turning his righteous anger against the one who had caused it in the first place.

But this was not a different time.

And he was not that same man.

"All of this...I did all of this for you. My entire life I dedicated to you and this is how you thank me?!" He spat the words like they tasted bad, venom lacing his tone.

"I never asked for this, Makkaro!" She shot back like driving a knife into his chest. Makkaro? When was the last time he'd heard her call him by his name? Where had the warm, soothing nicknames that had tamed his worst fears and soothed his every worry gone? Had he driven them away?

He heard himself laugh, an ugly, bitter sound. It didn't sound like him. "No one asks for war, princess. But if it's change you want, then it's war you get. Every royal decree has a price in blood."

No...what was he saying? He felt like he was watching someone that wasn't him puppet his body. A monster, set on death and destruction no matter who or what stood in his way. A monster that would sacrifice the wife he held so dear simply because she dared to challenge him. Was this how far he had fallen? Was this who he had become?

No, it couldn't be. It was the necromancy talking. That dark, perverse power that fueled him had possessed him. That was it, that had to be it. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't even him. It was this power that corrupted him. This power that made him push Gienne away, gods forgive him for the sadness he saw in her eyes she never deserved it, the power that made him fall so far that this was what he became.

It wasn't his fault, he couldn't be blamed for this. It was this power, this uncontrollable urge to destroy.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

That phrase kept running through his mind, even as he lay dying in the ruins of everything he'd built. What could he blame now? His fortress was reduced to rubble, his cause was in tatters, his spirit was broken. He could only stare up at the acrid sky in defeat, left to ponder where he'd lost his way.

"Makkaro!"

What was that?

"Mak!"

Was someone calling for him?

"My love, please!"

It sounded like an angel. Was one coming for his soul?

"There you are!"

A figure came into his line of sight, dropping by his side and beginning to check over his injuries. She looked so familiar but it couldn't be. No, she would never come back to him, not after all he'd done.

"Darling...?"

"I'm here, my love, I'm here." Gienne soothed, lacing her hand with his as she pulled his upper body into her lap. "Oh, I was so worried, I thought I'd lost you."

She'd actually come back for him...

She hadn't left him...

She still loved him...

"Darling...I'm so sorry." He wheezed, the words scraping his throat raw.

Sorry wasn't enough. She deserved so much more than sorry. Regret racked every fiber of his being, sorrow pounded against his skull like a drum, defeat weighed so heavy on his chest it was hard to breathe. But he didn't have strength for anything more than sorry. He could only hope she knew he meant so much more than sorry.

"Shh, I know, save your strength and stay alive." She fussed, moving the hair from his face. He could only stare into her eyes, memorizing the color he'd taken for granted for so long. Had they always been that beautiful or had he just not been appreciating them enough?

He wasn't going to make it. A piece of him knew it from the start but now he knew for sure. He was dying and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The only solace he could take was that he was dying in the arms of his wife.

He wanted to reach out to her, to tell her he loved her before he lost all strength, but he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't break the gentle silence that wrapped around them like a shield. He just stared into her eyes, hoping his held all the love and regret he felt. She smiled down at him, that perfect smile that warmed his very soul. "I forgive you, Makkaro. I can only hope you learn to forgive yourself."

His vision slowly blurred until it faded to black, taking in the last vestiges of the woman he loved. How could he ever forgive himself for betraying her? How could he ever rest knowing what he'd done to her? This wasn't right, it couldn't be over until he made it right.

He had to make it right.

He had to rewrite his ending.

He just didn't know how.

But someone did. Someone who was always listening. Someone who had an idea.

If he wants to cleanse his blame

He'll have to invoke my name

"So you wish to return, is that it?" The voice was coy, knowing it held his fate in it's hands and relishing in it. He couldn't see the person's entire face, only from the mouth down. And the amused grin they held made his stomach churn.

Makkaro swallowed hard. He had one chance to get this right. If he messed up here, he risked erasing his entire existence. "Yes. I wish to go back. I want a chance to fix things. I-I realize what I did was wrong, I need to fix this I can't lose her-"

The voice laughed, leaning forward to rest their chin in their hand. "Oh? Is that what this is about? Her? The fact you betrayed her for power? Pushed her aside for your own plans instead of the ones you made together? Abandoned everything you promised her for your own selfish reasons?"

Makkaro winced with every reason they gave, each one like a further knife twist in his chest. "I messed up, I know-" "Messed up? Is that what you're calling it?" "What do you want me to say?" He asked, exasperated. "What do you want from me? Do I need to grovel, beg for forgiveness, must I languish myself for you to accept that I know I am broken and selfish and unworthy of her love? I know I am undeserving of her and she had every reason to leave me but I have fought my way to you for a second chance. Isn't that enough?"

The person paused. He couldn't see their eyes but he could feel them watching him, scorching his skin with a stare that judged his every action.

"Fine."

"Wait...what?"

"Fine. I'll let you go back and try again. But not like how you came. If you really want to earn your happy ending, you'll have to find someone else's first."

Someone else's happy ending. Live another's life until he could return to his own. "Will I remember before? My previous life? What I'm fighting for?" "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know until you get there." The voice had regained its teasing lilt. "So, we got a deal?"

Makkaro contemplated for a minute. If he went though with this, he'd be stuck in someone else's life for gods know how long and he wouldn't even remember what he was living for. If he screwed up again, he'd never be able to see his precious darling again. Gienne and her story would be lost to time forever.

But he had to.

He had to see her.

"Deal."

The smile widened, knuckles cracking before coming to rest on the familiar keys. "Then you know what to do."

He did. He took a breath, reciting a prayer he didn't even realize he knew until the words began to spill out of him.

"Great weaver of stories I invoke you, change my fate from the cruel hands who brought me to ruin. Give me the ending you so desire in a hope of one better than reality."

"And a new ending you shall receive." The hands started to move, clicking away on the keys as they rewrote his fate. His vision blurred and faded, falling into the darkness as he heard an excited giggle. "This is gonna be fun."

One way to absolve his crime

A different form, a different time

"Crow? You still with me?" Raven's voice snapped Crow out of his daze. "Yes Raven, I am here. I did not go anywhere."

Raven raised an eyebrow at him. "You sure? You seemed pretty in your head there. Whatcha thinking about?" It was an interesting question. What was he thinking about? He honestly couldn't remember. But he couldn't shake the cold feeling of fear and dread in his chest. Memories at the very edge of his consciousness that seemed just out of reach, not that they felt like his to remember anyway. "It was nothing. Old memories. They are gone now." Raven stared at him for a moment before letting it go with a shrug. "If you insist. Now come on, we've got work to do."

Crow followed behind Raven, the cold in his chest melting into warmth. Something told him this time would be different. He'd protect her this time. No matter what it cost.

[chososchalupa]

New to school

Fem!Reader x Megumi

♡ About! Yuji’s sister is new to Jujutsu High and Megumi may cause more issues than she’s ready for

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The walk to Megumi's room was too short for your liking, your anxiety bubbling in your chest as you reached his door. You looked back the way you came, ‘Maybe I should just turn back’ you thought, ‘No, I have to do this’. You fought with yourself before you finally built up enough courage to knock on his door.

The door opened slowly and when you looked up from your shoes, you saw a puffy-eyed Megumi who looked like he was still on the verge of tears. He turned around without saying a word and walked back towards his bed, you looked down the hallway one last time before following him into his room.

“Here,” he said softly, handing you the clothes you had left there.

“Thanks” you whispered back, “I still have your shirt, you never messaged me back so I took it back to my room to wash it”

He nodded at your statement, “I’m sorry”

You snapped your head up from looking at your hands and stared into his eyes, “what?”

Megumi sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair before looking back towards you, “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for the constant teasing, the drink at the mall, the party, and I’m really sorry for trying to turn everyone against you. The truth is, I was scared you were taking Yuji and Nobara away from me”

You looked at him with a confused look, “taking them from you? Are you serious?”

Anger overcame your anxiety as you glared at him, “You did all of this because you were scared I was taking your friends from you? Tell me you’re joking, Megumi. That is the most childish and selfish reason I have ever heard”

Megumi refused to look up from the floor as you continued,

“You tried ruining my entire life, do you understand that? I didn’t even want to take them from you. I wanted us all to be friends. And even at the party, I was willing to look past everything you did after you apologized because I just wanted your friendship and then you KISSED me and that fucked up everything I thought I had figured out and it was all just a game for you” Tears streamed down your face as you yelled at him, you weren’t sure if they were from anger or sadness. Maybe both.

“I didn’t know-“ he started, still staring at the ground but was quickly cut off by your hand slapping him across the cheek. His eyes finally looked up towards yours as his hand moved to touch where you hit.

“You didn’t know, Megumi? That’s your excuse?” You went to hit him again but he grabbed your wrist and held it down.

“Please don’t. I know I deserve it but I don’t want to have to go to Shoko again”

You huffed in response before pulling your wrist away from his grip. “You deserve so much worse than a slap across the face”

He nodded in agreement, “I know I do and I know my reasoning was childish. I’ve just lost so many people in my life and I already lost Yuji once, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking I was losing him again. It was immature, I know. You didn’t deserve anything I did. I’m sorry”

“Thank you for apologizing but,” You shook your head “You know you’ll never lose Yuji, Megumi. I swear he loves you more than he loves me sometimes. You guys are best friends”

Megumi chuckled softly at that, “That’s doubtful. He loves you a lot. He almost beat my ass when I told him the truth about everything. Everyone had to hold him back, and I really mean everyone”

You looked at Megumi wide-eyed, “HE almost beat YOU up?”

“He did. Did he not tell you?” he asked

“No, he didn’t seem mad at all when he came to my room. He just looked sad”

Megumi stayed silent after you finished your sentence, playing with loose strings on his blanket.

“I’ll forgive you on two conditions” You smiled

A small smile appeared on Megumis face, “What are the conditions?”

“One, I get to pour soda over your head, just for us to get a little even. And Two, you let my brother hit you once”

Megumis smile slowly vanished throughout your sentence, “I just said I didn’t want to go back to shoko”

You waved your hand at his words before pulling him up from his bed, “So do you agree or not? One hit won’t send you to Shoko”

He waited a few seconds before replying, “Fine. Let’s go.”

~~~

“Yuuuuuji” you announced as you opened the door to your room

“How was- Woah, what is he doing here?” Yuji asked as you walked into your room with Megumi trailing behind you.

You looked up at Megumi before turning back to Yuji, “Hit him”

“HUH?”

“She said to hit him” Nobara giggled

“Yeah, thanks. I heard her. Why?”

“She told me she’d forgive me on two conditions, the second being a hit from you. So can we just get it over with?” Megumi grumbled, his arms folded across his chest

“Are you sure, Megs? I’m sure we can come up with something else” Yuji asked

“We did!” You smiled, “I also get to pour soda over his head!”

Nobara burst out laughing, “No fucking way. I’m definitely recording that”

You laughed with her before looking at your brother, “Hurry it up, Yuji!”

Yuji looked at Megumi for reassurance and Megumi gave a small nod before closing his eyes tightly. Yuji sighed, standing up and walking towards Megumi, “I’m sorry, bro” he said, before punching Megumi in the stomach causing him to drop to his knees in pain.

“I’m so sorry, Megs. Are you okay? I didn’t even use all my strength!!” Yuji dropped to the floor with him.

“He’ll be fine after this” you giggled as you grabbed your can of Coke from your desk and promptly tipped it over Megumis head.

“Are we even now?” Megumi asked, coke dripping down his face as his eyes finally cracked open.

You smiled at him, “We’re even, Gumi. For now”

“Finally!” Nobara shouted as she jumped from your bed, “Do you guys wanna go shopping? I told Maki you guys got even and she wants us all to go with them!”

Megumi glared at her before motioning to his hair, “Can I shower first?” he asked, causing everyone to laugh. You looked around at everyone with a smile on your face. Finally, it was over. You finally got what you’ve been waiting for since you started here. Your new school really wasn’t going to be so bad.

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last chapter 😔😔 will continue writing short stories w yujis sister x megumi though if you guys want them bc i think it’s a cute lil au.

also i did rewrite this a bit just to cause megumi some more pain LMFAO

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[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

broski, you keep saying mike is unable to say i love you to his gf, but at the end he finally said it (9 times) so whats your point literally?

you are holding onto old crap, and beating a dead horse. He said he loves her multiple times, boys are generally hesitant in expressing their emotions (patriarchy asks them to be tough ,not open up and everything), but he overcame that by the end of the season

do you think mileven is gonna break up after how explicitly he told el he loves her???? el also loves mike very much, its just a fight she's upset about, but people can FORGIVE and move on from past misunderstandings you know? el is veryymuch in love with mike since season 1, she can forgive mike for his one mistake (he basically rectified it too at the end of the day)

y'all keep saying mike gets upset when will doesn't talk to him but at the end of season 4 mike is upset that el is not talking to him much because she's grieving

ahhhh this is so exciting!!! i feel like ive made it or smth!

sorry for my late response i was in my physics class 😔

now, we dont KNOW for SURE what mike truly feels. you dont know. i dont know. no one will ever know until s5 comes out. however i have my speculations and so do you. and thats okay!! we dont have to agree :3 your allowed to believe whatever you want in regards to mike and els relationship. it doesnt affect me at all.

however, sense you app care about what i have to say so much i will yapp somemore about what i think. you dont have to agree with me. in fact ik you wont. and thats okay, clearly you are insecure enough about your own opinion that you feel the need to go to the other side and argue with someone in their anons. bc if your opinions were solid and unshakable youd have your url showing. but i get it i really do :)

anywayssss. charecters can lie.

just like people can lie.

i was in a romantic relationship with someone for about a year. and throughout that time, i told them i loved them multiple times. did i? no. did i want to? yes. i wanted to be in love with them. they were very very important to me and when they asked me out, i thought to myself 'well i do really like this person. why not?'

i was not in love with this person. i did not have romantic feelings for them. but i convinced myself i did. in the end, one day we were sitting next to each other and it just hit me. i didnt want to be here anymore. i had met someone else and was developing a crush on them at the time. so i broke up with them.

all this to say, mike can lie. hes not a high fantasy elf. something i feel is a big disconnect between bylers and milevens is that milevens tend to read most things at face value. just bc you say you love someone doesnt mean you do.

as for the patriarchy comment, mikes story line has never had to do with being tough, or not being man enough. he repeatedly says that he doesnt want to be popular, he doesnt care about fitting in. ofc this can still be a factor but i doubt its a huge point of his character arc. if it was they would have made a point of adressing him struggling with it before this.

on your point about moving on from fights, your so right about that. i dont in the slightest think that elmike are going to be on BAD terms in endgame but i dont think they'll be on romantic terms. even if byler isnt canon, and mike is straight. i still believe that.

as for his mistake being rectified. girl what u yappin ab. no it wasnt. if it was why was el not talking to mike in the van on the way back to hawkins

mike says in the last episode that they werent really talking. a little bit but not much. you could say that el was greiving max. but el DIDNT KNOW max was in a coma. when they get back to hawkins, dustin has a line where he explicitly says

"oh you guys dont know" in refrence to max.

is el traumatized? definitely!!! but she doesnt know max is in a coma. and even if she did, why wouldnt el seek comfort in her bf if they had fixed everything???

as for your last point, yeah mike is upset about el not talking to him. duh. however lets compare.

when mike is mad at will for not paying attention to him at rink o mania he actively brings it up. he actively pursues will and expresses his frustration over will being dismissive. he is visably upset. on the other hand, in the last ep of s4, mike doesnt even bring up el until will does. he seems mildly annoyed and confused about the situation and makes no moves to pursue her or seek out resolution. he makes no moves to comfort her about max ever. he doesnt walk with her, he doesnt hug her. nothing. the only affection between then is when EL puts her head on mikes sholder. mike makes no moves to comfort her more but he doesnt push her away. this is also right after mike activly began walking sideways to be able to stand next to will when there was an open space for him to stand right next to el im front of him. odd.

also you do realize that someone can be upset at the prospect of two people that are important to them being upset at them

its not will or el

its never been will or el

this has always been about mike and how he handles conflict and shit.

anywayssss my hands r going to freeze off bc its like 19 F outside and i wrote this walking across campus

hope this helps 💙💛

[antiquepearlss]

What Truly Lay Beyond The Doors Of The Eternal Library

Betrayed and heartbroken, Varian’s quest is complete and he can finally open the doors to the long sought out Eternal Library. Only, nothing could have ever prepared him for what truly laid beyond the doors he so desperately wanted to open. (small ficlet)

Varian would be the first to admit, he was a cryer. As a child he often burst into tears if he skinned his knee or a fellow playmate had hurt his feelings. Unfortunately his faucet eyes carried onto adulthood. It was something Hugo had always made fun of him for.

But Hugo wasn’t making fun of him now. In fact, it seemed as if he too were on the verge of tears. 

“Goggles please just listen-“

“Don’t fucking call me that!” Varian screamed. “Don’t fucking talk to me.” His voice cracked, the words barely legible, thick with emotion.

“Hugo, you were working for Donella this whole time?” Nuru asked, knowing the answer, but needing to hear it one more time- needing to know whether or not one of the few friends she had, had truly betrayed her. Overcome with emotion, she raised her voice. “You were going to sabotage us this whole time!?”

Hugo swallowed, and looked away. “Not the whole time, please just listen I never wanted-“

Hugo was again cut off by Yong yelling “liar!”

Yong, Hugo’s innocent friend who was too young for such a betrayal, didn’t even trust him anymore.

The blonde risked another look at Varian. He had never seen his face so twisted with hatred. His normally loving and forgiving friend, his friend whom he had lied to and betrayed. 

The one person he truly loved.

Hugo walked over and reached out “Varian-“

Varian turned away. 

Varian turned towards the doors of the Eternal Library. A year of work, a year of love and laughter, a year of bonding and learning, a year all led to this moment- to these doors.

A year led to what lay behind the doors. 

Eternal knowledge.

Varian’s mother.

Varian began to push the doors open.

He didn’t care about the others, he didn’t care about Hugo, he didn’t care about why they had all become so hesitant to fulfill the end of their quest. He was going to the Eternal Library.

“Kid don’t! I’m warning you! You don’t want to know what’s behind there!” Donella warned.

Varian merely turned his head and glared “says the woman who took my mother away from me.” 

Donella shook her head, somewhat sadly. “Varian, that's not your mother in there.”

Varian gave her a long, confused look; before his emotions got the better of him.

He had worked so hard, and sacrificed so much for this moment. He was going to see the Eternal Library, no matter the warnings he was given.

Strong arms pushed the heavy, ornate, magical doors open. A flood of light overcame Varian, bright white and blinding. 

Varian almost immediately felt a comforting joy envelop him. His work, and his mothers life’s work, hadn't all been for naught. He had finally opened the doors to the Eternal Library. 

The doors slammed shut behind him, but he didn’t care. He took in the rows and rows of shelves, lined with books of all varieties. Small seating arrangements scattered around, along with windows seemingly leading to nowhere.

Before he could get far into the library, the smell of chemicals and what he recognized as smoke overtook him.

Caught off guard, Varian curiously followed the smell to behind a bookshelf lined with chemistry texts, giddy with excitement.

Despite traveling and learning all kinds of things for a year, nothing could prepare Varian for what he witnessed. 

“Mi mi mi mi mi mimimimi mi mi”

“Oh hello there, sorry for all the smoke. See, my assistant and I were just passing through and we found this lovely library. And I just had to try out some of the experiments in this lovely book here.”

Varian came face to face with- felt. Two felt creatures that could talk. One of them an olive green, almost human looking creature in a lab coat, with glasses where his eyes would normally lay. And the other, which seemed incapable of normal speech, and had likely previously been on fire due the soot covering him; was a tubed orange creature with spiky red hair and anxious eyes.

“Mi mi mi mi.” 

Varian stared. 

“I’m Dr Bunsen Honeydew, and this is my assistant Beaker.” The Olive felt creature stated, gesturing to the bright red felt creature next to him.

“What the fuuuuuuuuckkk?” Varian whispered under his breath.

The human slowly made his way out of the library- thoroughly disturbed and forgetting the previous heartache he had felt outside the doors.

He quickly opened the large ornate doors, and rushed out into the darkened room he had previously been in.

“You were right Donella, I never should have gone in there.”

[unholly-reader]

It should have been me - Daemon Targaryen x f!OC!

Hello lovely people!

Today we're going for a somber vibe, I had this idea walking around for my ff, but I just wanted to share this with you all. To all you sensitive creatures - I highly recommend a tissue nearby.

Enjoy!

[again - English is NOT my first language!]

Warnings: soooo much crying, little angst, little fluff, just Daemon being an emotional beast with anger issues.

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For weeks upon end Alanna awaited word from her lord husband, yet none ever came. The day he left for Harrenhal was the last time they spoke before she was left with their children to keep her company. This predicament wouldn’t have been as cruel had it not been for the tragedy that befell Alanna when she suspected it the least. Alyssa’s death hit her mother in more ways than anybody could anticipate. As hard as she tried to keep a brave face for her children, especially for Viserys as he had lost his other half when Alyssa was murdered, when night fell on Dragonstone and her darling boys fell asleep, all she did was cry. Fighting with the silent sobs crushing her chest like a mallet, Alanna Targaryen cried her heart out for her only sweet daughter until there were no more tears to cry. Only then she would stop weeping and stare at the wall as if she was someplace far away from the island. Her efforts to keep her children away from her own sorrows failed miserably the day Viserys walked in on her screaming on the floor as she held desperately onto the bloodied cloth that used to be Alyssa's favourite dress. Although he was a boy barely two and ten, he understood much more than his parents gave him credit for. He knew his twin’s death was the Usurper’s vengeance. He also knew that dragons do not forgive spilling the blood of their own kin. Despite his young age, Viserys bore his father pride and spirit like a shield for everyone to see. Many people would say he was a young prince Daemon reincarnated. When he overcame his own grief, which is too much to say for a boy of his years, he swore to avenge Alyssa’s death when the time came. That was the only difference between him and his father. Daemon never understood the importance of the right time. Viserys took after his mother, weighing when it was right to act and when inaction was the best course. 

Upon seeing his mother weeping her heart out, kneeling on the floor he ran towards her standing next to her and bending just enough so he could hug her shaking body. He felt his own tears falling down his pale cheeks but he couldn't care less. She needed the comfort just as much as he and his brother’s did. When Alanna realised it was her youngest son holding her, she tried to compose herself, clumsily wiping her tears away but when she looked up and saw Viserys’s face, she let it all go. She brought him closer into her embrace, clawing at his body like an anchor keeping her afloat. Viserys hugged her in return, snuggling his face into her golden hair just like he used to when he was younger. 

– I promise you, Mama. We will avenge Alyssa, I swear this to you. 

– Shh, my sweet prince. Just hold me, my sweet boy. Just stay here. 

Viserys listened to his mother’s pleas and stayed for as long as she held onto him. By the time the night came and the moon lit up the skies, Alanna was fast asleep in her bed with her youngest by her side. It was only when Rhaenys came by that Viserys woke up and slid out of his mother’s bed, careful not to disturb her sleep. He walked through the chambers, reaching the Princess by the entrance. He looked up at his aunt, eyes still red and puffy from the tears he shared with his mother that day. 

– The crying exhausted her. She needs the rest. 

Rhaenys felt her heart shatter for the young prince so bravely caring for his Mama. 

– As do you, my darling boy – she replied, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and gently bringing him into her embrace – Let us get you in your bed, dear. 

As much as he wanted to stay and guard his mother in her sleep, Visersy felt the exhaustion overtake his body. He was tired and grieving and had no strength left. The moment he hugged Rhaenys side, he felt himself fall into slumber. Having raised children of her own, the Princess quickly picked him up and he instinctively wrapped his ambler arms around her form. Quickly she left her half-sister’s quarters and moved towards the prince’s bedchambers. 

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When Alanna stirred awake and felt the empty space beside her, she panicked. Fearing the worst she shot out of bed, her hair flowing down her back in messy waves and she sprinted out of her chambers. It was still dark outside, although a mist of sunlight was creeping from the horizon, bringing morning with its reddish haze colouring the eastern skies. Barely thinking about putting her shoes on she ran barefoot, frantically calling out her son’s name. Following her instincts she ran towards Baelon’s chamber where all her boys now resided and prayed she would see all of her four princes abed. It was nerve wracking and heart shattering, fearing for her children’s life every step of the way for now she knew the unbearable pain of losing one so cruelly. Her steps were light, yet heavy at the same time. Each one brought her closer either to her hope or her demise. She burst through the door like the lighting piercing the night and only then did she feel her heart slow down. All four of her sons were comfortably settled in Baelon’s bed, tightly pressed against one another and all four in deep slumber. Feeling her legs giving in Alanna leaned on the door frame, watching from afar as her boys slept soundly and more importantly, safely. Regaining her breath she retired from her eldest son’s quarters, closing the door behind her only to lean back on the wooden door and slide down to the floor. Tears once again stained her porcelain like face as she weeped silently, eyes wide open staring into nothing. Every time she thought she had cried all the tears her eyes held, the violet-like irises found another source of salty streams. It was a never ending nightmare where whenever she would open her eyes, she would be reminded of the life that could not be retrieved. 

Time seemed to escape her as she sat unmoving, almost resembling a marble statue. In what seemed like minutes the sun began to rise by the horizon, slowly creeping inside the castle walls. Alanna was almost cathartic when suddenly she heard a loud screech sounding from afar. At first she thought a mere ringing in her ear, irrelevant to what was happening in reality but when the sound roared the second time, she could not dismiss it. She knew that screeching all too well and if she was correct, her prayers had finally been answered. With little caution she stood up and let her feet guide her towards the tunnels leading to dragon caves hidden beneath the surface of Dragonstone. She hoped it was not her cruel imagination painting her a fool once again. Her ruby skirts flow behind her, sweeping the stone floors of the castle as she descended onto lower levels of the fortress. Hair in complete disarray and eyes puffy and red but all that mattered was running to meet him. 

All the guards she passed by bowed before her but she paid them no mind as she finally reached her destination the same moment a ruby red beast crawled inside the cave with her beloved black knight in its saddle. Caraxes gracefully flew towards the pier where Alanna stood, looking up in desperation and then landed smoothly. His rider took no time to slide down his mount’s back and onto its wing, running straight into Alanna’s open arms with a heart wrenching sob. The Rogue Prince held his Princess close to his chest, clawing at her velvet clad back with all his might. Having only heard about the tragedy that befell his family the previous day he flew relentlessly to meet his beloved wife. Now that she was in his arms all he could think about was how she had to watch his daughter’s blood pool at her feet and he was not there to protect his little girl. 

– Tell me it was a horrible nightmare. 

Daemon’s voice sounded so unlike him. So fragile and cautious, almost as if he was a glass figurine ready to crumble in the matter of seconds. Alanna could not mutter a single word so she just shook her head against Daemon’s shoulder, feeling her tears well up once again in the corners of her eyes. At her response he only weeped louder, burying his face into her golden hair. Almost simultaneously their knees buckled under the weight of their shared grief and they collapsed to the stone floors, holding one another as if their very lives depended on it. It was too painful for the both of them to lean back and see the rattling pain on their faces but eventually Daemon broke. He looked at his wife and his heart shattered a thousand times over seeing her perfect violet-blue eyes red and puffy, filled with tears that never seems to stop. All at once he noticed all the little details on her face. The little wrinkles slowly appeared in the corners of her eyes. The pink shade of her pretty lips. He also noticed the small cut on her forehead, now almost completely healed, but still visible to the naked eye. Suddenly his grief became irrelevant when his mind was overtaken by fuming rage. As gently as he could, Daemon reached his palm towards Alanna’s forehead, delicately brushing his fingers over the healed cut. 

– Did he do it?

Alanna just nodded, taking hold of his wrist in her smaller hand. Hre face was still pain ridden as she stared into his lilac eyes with fear shaking like a lonely willow. 

– He slit her throat, Daemon – she spoke quietly, her voice crumbling seemingly with each word – He took my baby and he took her life. I have her blood on my hands. I have Alyssa’s blood on my hands. I don't…

She began rumbling and talking frantically like a wheel that just keeps spinning, spiralling into her own madness. Daemon watched with horror as his beautiful wife tormented herself, relieving the horrifying events of the day they lost their daughter. Unable to stop the words spilling from her mouth, he did the only thing that came to his mind. Abruptly he grabbed both her cheeks and pressed a quick yet genuine kiss to her chapped lips. She still tasted like heaven but her tears covering her mouth made it bitter sweet. Gently Daemon leaned his forehead on hers, slowly calming her rattled presence. 

– Shhh, my light. You do not blame yourself. Do you understand me? You did everything you could. You fought as best you could. He could have killed you too. I could have lost you too. Gods, I cannot begin to imagine what I would do if he took you from me. I swear to the Gods, if he wasn’t dead already I would have taken his hands, his cock, his head for ever laying his hands on you and Alyssa. 

Alanna felt her heart flutter, trying to calm down, listening to Daemon’s voice but the demons hunting her never stopped. When she closed her eyes, she saw her little girl’s body drowning in blood. The vision haunted her every living second she breathed the air her daughter no longer could. 

– It should have been me, Daemon. He should have killed me, not my little girl. I should have…

– Don’t you dare! I forbid you – growled Daemon, grabbing her face sternly, looking into her tears stained eyes – Don’t even think about it. 

The Princess stared into her husband’s lilac orbs in silence. She could see all the feelings throwing him around like a puppet, the hurricane of emotions passing through his mind. She stilled in place, keeping her hands clasped on his wrists like a lifeline. He was mad and frustrated and above all furious, but hearing her say those things brought him over the edge. His voice barely above whisper when he spoke to her, his gaze piercing through her grief. 

– I will have Aegon’s head. I will cut off his worthless corpse right after I rip his heart out of his chest and I will make Alicent watch her son die in agony. Our daughter will be avenged but I cannot bear to listen to you saying such foul things. Don’t ever say you should have…

His words faltered much like his body still kneeling on the stone floors of the cavern. His strength shook in its very core as he caressed his wife’s cheeks almost too gently like she was a porcelain doll. His silence was so loud. No words were said and yet it was as if he was shouting at the top of his lungs. Like he was trying to find the words but faltered every time. Swallowing hard, he kissed Alanna’s lips swiftly, quickly looking back into her sparkly eyes. The eyes that became his everlasting beacon of hope. 

– I will forever mourn our daughter until the world crumbles in its foundation and all light is swallowed by the darkest depths of this realm. I could never forget the emptiness left in my heart that was once filled with her joy, her laughter, her life, but you cannot say you wish you took her place. I live for you, Alanna. I live because of you. My life has begun the day you gave me your love. If you die, I die too. There is no life for me where you’re not by my side. I don’t care about anything else. If need be, I will let this world burn for you so long you stay with me. My wife. My life. My light. My love.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

By now, we've reflected on all the good things about Louis and Clementine's relationship, what they overcame together and why they are so very good for each other, etc., but I'm wondering, just for the sake of inquiry, what kind of roadblocks do you see them running into? It's hard to imagine, but every relationship has problems. This is considering the comics aren't canon (they are, but for the sake of this question pretend they aren't! thanks CJ).

Oh, I imagine they have couple squabbles here and there. Y'know, one has a shitty day and is snappy, or they say something they shouldn't have and it causes an argument. Maybe they run into another raiders situation and that causes some stress.

Even though Louis and AJ have bonded and are on good terms at the end of TFS, I could see him being a "roadblock" again at some point based on a choice he made that Clementine and Louis have a disagreement about... but I think what's important, and what makes me adore them so much, is that I think they want to work things out.

If they can overcome Marlon's death, they can overcome anything, y'know?

Again, I think this is another thing that we acknowledge but don't really stop and think about like... Marlon was Louis' best friend. His best friend of many YEARS. They knew each other before the walkers came.

Marlon knew what Louis did to his parents, something he feels immense guilt over, and still wanted to be his friend... and I think that meant a lot to Louis. Marlon was their leader. Louis trusted him wholeheartedly and was the only one who never, ever saw him as pathetic. He believed in Marlon, he always trusted him because he thought Marlon would never betray him like that.

Like... Louis loved Marlon! He loved him like he were his own brother, that's how close they were!

And then Marlon killed Brody, tried to kill Clementine, pointed a gun at Louis' face when he stepped in front of her, and admitted to giving the twins to raiders AND THAT HE WOULD DO IT AGAIN.

And then AJ killed Marlon.

So not only did the one person in the world that Louis thought he could trust betray him, but then he was killed right in front of him and there was nothing Louis could do about it. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't get closure, nothing...

But Louis did forgive AJ, and he apologized to Clementine, like... excuse me if I struggle to imagine them breaking up after that, or running into any roadblock they can't overcome.

Even from Clementine's side, she adores Louis! She saved him because he's too important to her! She forgave him! Not only that, but she understood why he did what he did and she still wanted to make things work with him! She trusts him with AJ! They challenge each other and grow together! She finally has a partner who wants to build a better life for her and AJ!

All of that to say yes, I think they'd hit some roadblocks or issues in their relationship, but what matters is that they overcome those things together.

[intrinsicepiphany]

Okay so I recently watched Hazbin Hotel. And I really like Chaggie so looking at some of the comments about the relationship online I noticed that a lot of people's negative opinions about the couple kind of revolve around Vaggie's seemingly one-sided utter Devotion to Charlie and her being so differential to Charlie but I actually think this may be a storytelling device.

(lets not talk about people saying they dont have chemistry - they 100% act just like an old married lesbian couple)

hear me out because if I am right I may have cracked the code to redemption.

from what I can tell of the Sinners they actually over exemplify or are consumed almost by their sins .

Alastor is probably Pride or Wrath, Angel Dust is Lust and Envy (he shows some self hate/self distructive behaviors as well), Husk is greed, Niffty is violence/wrath.

So what is Vaggies sin?

we know that she was originally not a sinner so she didn't have a human sin to be incorporated into her character which is why she looks the most human.

Her fall from Heaven, (if you want to call it that because, let's be honest none of the other angels knew or casted her out) was either caused by

1) her Devotion to her own morals and eventually disagreeing to what the angels were doing,

2) devotion to the exterminators leading to a loss of self, which she realized only when she defied Lute.

Or 3) the self hatred she developed after realizing how horrible Adam and the exterminators are.

so now that she's Fallen she's kind of taken on being a sinner and since her sin was devotion/self hatred she has transferred her devotion onto the one person she sees as being worth it, the most morally correct person she knows, the person who saved her life Charlie.

This may actually not be a bad thing. I think Charlie's devotion back and general good nature allows for this to avoid toxicity. She encourages Vaggie to be her own person, to forgive herself and to love herself. They are actually quite balanced in my opinion. I also think Vaggie getting her wings back shows that she is close to or maybe already redeemed.

( and lets all agree for all that Charlie is Hellborn she is the most selfless and good person we've met on the show - makes me wonder if a hellborn dies with a good soul would they have always gone to heaven? Was this perhaps one of the reasons the hellborn were exempt from the extermination? Look I have theories about Charlie actually being more Angel than Demon. )

Now Onto my redemption theory!

What if the way to redemption isn't so much being Pure but breaking out of the behaviors that are toxic?

I think Sir Pentious was redeemed because he stopped being selfish. He stopped being a coward and envious. His last act was one of selfless sacrifice in the end he overcame his own fears and limits for someone else. The reasons it's never been done before is because Hell by it's very nature puts them in a place where this is basically impossible. To survive you have to be selfish or cowardly or more violent than everyone else.

This also mean there is a the possibility that if an angel is bad like Adam and dies they could reincarnate in hell as a sinner.

[bittergirlsworld]

uh, okay. Billy Dunne relapsed and cheated on his wife multiple times. Billy Dunne back to the life he sworn he wouldn't live it. why is that awful as it sounds?

DJATS it's an adaptation and in the book, the original source, Billy Dunne is a recovered addicted in his 70's remembering his rock star days and how those days conflicted with the man he wanted to be. Was him perfect? Jesus, no. That man was garbage. BUT he has the benefit of trying.

Show Billy was stripped of all the grace that made Book Billy complex, becoming a shallow version of himself with no depth, moral or control. Who was Billy Dunne?

Billy Dunne fought relapsing with everything he had. He made pancakes to his daughters (yes he has three, which he chose to have with his wife) and carried his wife to bed. Billy Dunne fell in love with Daisy and burned with her. They created art and chaos together. She was his twin flame and he loved her, completely. He never needed it to kiss her or sleep with her. In fact, that was the main appeal to them: he loved daisy, not her body, as all the others men in her life. Not that he wasn't attracted to her. But it wasn't that to him. He also loved Camila, his wife and soulmate, deeply. He broke her but spend all his days trying to live up to the man he thought she deserved. Camila had faith on him and looked at him seeing more than his mistakes and sins. Because she loved him, he survived and achieved his dreams. Because he loved her, she found strength to forgive.

Billy overcame addiction, which it isn't easy. Billy broke generational trauma and gave his brother a mirror of a man who could be a example of father and husband. Billy loved two women and while yes, it broke all the three of them, he did his best to be there for Camila while trying to show Daisy that she deserved so much better. Camila also shows Daisy underserved kindness. As someone whose people never had faith in, Camila's act of faith saves Daisy Jones.

We all can understand that tv shows were never keen of complex relationships and feelings, specially romantic ones, right? They would never translate the depth of Billy's love for Camila or they would never show the depth of Billy's affection for daisy, or so they thought. So they chose one of those. But in this choice, they actually stoled everything that made Billy Dunne be Billy Dunne. They stoled his strength, his loyalty, his sense of duty and his layered, complex heart.

Billy was egocentric, selfish, rude and cruel as he was in the source material. But that's all he is. Show Billy has no redeemable quality. He humiliate and abuses Camila while put Daisy in a position no woman should ever find herself in it. Hell, show fans can't even talk about Billy outside his relationship with Daisy, because they would have to acknowledge that he's empty. And to think they had Sam Claffin, who would absolutely delivery the most wonderful, heartbreaking, emotional performance while playing such complex, flawed character.