#she's asking how he became a demon but doesn't know how to be polite about it

[yesihaveaobsession]

Beautiful Crazy

Alastor x female reader x Rosie

Summary: Alastor brings you to meet the one and only Rosie! But she can't help but tease the deer demon about his crush on the reader (you).

A/N- Got another request! Asking for an Alastor x Rosie and Rosie teases him about his crush on the reader so! Here you have it ALSO for those supernatural peeps like me I'm thinking about writing a fic about how the reader (y'all) lose your memory and Alastor has to watch over y'all (Like in Regarding Dean) :D

Anyways! I hope y'all enjoy, ALSO...

(Request: @pepperthebi-spy)

You were now linked arm in arm with Alastor, walking down the streets of Hell. He wanted you to meet a very good friend of his. You soon found yourself in Cannibal Town. It was very new to you, so you took everything in, despite the name. It seemed calm and nice. Alastor watched as you absorbed everything while you two walked, his smile never faltering.

"This looks surprisingly nice?" you asked as you looked up at him. "Isn't it though? And it's all thanks to a very special someone." You thought to yourself, surprised that he actually had friends. Not to be rude, but it surprised you because the vibes he gave off at the hotel were much different from when the two of you were walking.

Alastor opened the door for you, and you thanked him politely. You then entered 'Rosie's Emporium.' She was behind the counter trying to sell finger lipstick to a younger woman. That's when her eyes landed on you two. She gasped and rounded from behind the counter, which was stacked with jarred pickled appendages. "Alastor!" she said cheerfully, and they hugged. Weird, he doesn't like being touched, you thought. After they hugged, Rosie's eyes landed on you.

"Well, darling, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" she greeted you with her grin widening as she pinched your cheeks. Then she straightened back up and placed her hands on her hips. "And who might this fine specimen be?" She called you pretty. Alastor, who was watching all of this go on with a closed-lipped smile and almost hooded eyes, with his cane and arms behind his back, his gaze flickered over towards you. A subtle warmth danced in his eyes. "Ah, this delightful creature is my companion for the day, Y/N," Alastor said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

That's when Rosie's expression became curious, and she walked over. She noticed the warmth in Alastor's eyes. "Oh? And what an interesting pair you are, too," she said, leaning in to get a closer look at you. You felt pressured for some reason, so you decided to look around at the stocked shelves. Rosie straightened up again with a playful glint.

"Do you mind if I look around? I see some interesting stuff here I might want to try." You smiled, and Rosie nodded. You then looked over at Alastor and excused yourself from the conversation.

"Oh, I see how it is," Rosie teased, her voice dropping to a whisper and covering it so you wouldn't see. "Alastor here's got himself a crush, don't he?" Alastor's smile faltered ever so slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "My dear Rosie, you know how rumors tend to spread like wildfire in this town."

The corner of her mouth curled upward in a sly smile. "Oh, come on, I know that look. It's clear as the sunlit day that there's something special going on." She elbowed him in a teasing way. Alastor really likes you; you see, ever since you came to the hotel, you soon became close friends with The Radio Demon. He was surprised at first that you didn't find him intimidating, but that soon led to a crush on you, which he kept to himself.

Alastor took his arms and cane from behind his back and put it out in front of him. He cleared his throat, his cheeks slowly turning a brighter tint of pink as he was clearly caught off-guard by Rosie's persistent teasing. He wasn't used to it. "Alright," his voice dropped an octave and seemed to lose his radio static for a second. "Maybe I'm quite fond of the girl." He admitted, and Rosie gasped and giggled, getting all giddy just like how Charlie would if he had told her.

Rosie's laughter brought a genuine smile to Alastor's face as he let out a soft chuckle. "There, ain't that much sweeter than sugar?" Rosie asked with a smug grin. That's when you came back over with a jarred of something. You weren't sure what it was, but that didn't stop you.

"Excuse me, what is this?" You asked, holding it up to Rosie. She inspected it and told you that it was jarred toes and that those were a big hit in her shop, also telling you the price. "$4.55, but it's on the house," she said, and your eyes lit up as Rosie looked back over at Alastor, then back at you trying to hide her smile.

"So, am I missing anything important?"

"Well, I," Alastor began, but that's when your phone buzzed. "This might be Charlie, pardon me, I'll be back." You left to go answer the phone call, and it was Charlie who said she needed the two of your back.

"So, are you going to tell her?" Rosie asked. "I- I don't know," Alastor replied, his ears flopping down slightly then perching back up.

"Do it, you won't regret it," she spoke. "Let me know if you need help." Rosie squealed in excitement. That soon came to an end when you walked back into the little shop.

"So, when's the wedding." Rosie teased., you walked back into the little shop.

"Hey Al, Charlie needs us back at the hotel," you spoke. He noticed the little nickname, and his heart went fleeing inside but only let out a nod and twirled his cane. He looked over at Rosie and kissed her hand as he then linked arms with you as you two made your way back to the hotel to help the Princess of Hell. He needed to plan accordingly to tell you, but how was he going to do it?

Dancing? A nice dinner? Whatever it was, he was going to have to up his game, and he's going to have to do it quickly. He doesn't want to lose the chance with such a beautiful creature like you.

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: Muzan Kibutsuji with a Wife

Don't question it, ya'll asked for this

But i doubt you imagine something like this...Anyway, enjoy my nonsense :3

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

The Demon Queen

= The Backstory =

(I get it, the title is not original, but it makes more sense than anything)

So Muzan is a arrogant little shit and everyone knows it.

But imagine him being married to a unbreakable sunshine

So everything began 1000 years before the main events, in the Heian Era, when Muzan was still a human.

Political marriages were pretty common back then, so you may be asking "Who in their sane minds would marry their daughter to a man on the brink of death?!" Well, our dear reader's shitty parents :3 (Which technically...her mother is me 0-0)

It obviously wasn't a very enjoyable marriage, especially with Muzan's depressing and negative personality, but his wife never change her demeanor, it didn't matter how many times he would cuss at her, she remained at his side everytime with kind smile on her face.

Muzan honestly saw her as a stupid woman who settled down for a impossible dream (Which was them living a normal married life)

So in his mind, he couldn't understand what made her stay with him day and night, waiting for the moment he somehow would be cured from his disease.

She even kept her mouth shut when he killed that Doctor :|

...But then he began to change

And it wasn't impossible to notice, he seemed more energetic, didn't stayed in bed all day like before.

However, he no longer stayed away for shades, his poor wife only found Muzan where the Sun couldn't touch him.

Which made her confused to the extreme, and the poor thing couldn't handle curiosity for long, even if her bitch of a husband wouldn't say a thing...until that one night.

At first, Muzan was going to kill her, at least he was, until she saw him walking towards her normally and became extremely emotional, and went up to her husband and hugged like her life depended on it. (No, she didn't notice the bodies nor the blood)

And as annoying as that would be to the Demon King, he indulged on it for a while, until his brain began to work and he remembered all the times this woman stayed by his side when he was at his worse.

So he transformed her :)

= Muzan as a Yandere + Some details =

One thing that must be made clear, is the detail that Muzan is not in love, he sees his darling more of a living possession than someone he is infatuated with. Using her ultimate devotion for his mere benefit.

Of course, the other reason is because he is already used to his wife's shiny personality and having to look for another woman to disguise himself among humans is too much work.

And yes, after some centuries, he begins to feel bothered whenever she isn't around him, or whenever someone else is with close to his wife.

But that isn't love! It's more like if another child stole his favorite toy.

Surely enough, he won't punish the poor woman too much, she is naive, he knows that...so giving her the silent treatment is enough to make the bubbly sweetheart cling onto him for attention. It still annoys him? Yes. But does he also finds it endearing? Also yes.

Now, does she sees his cruelty and lack of empathy? Yes, however, she is now a demon, she lived centuries with her husband telling her not to mind what they do to humans, nowadays she just can only focus on how much she loves him (My child, wtf-)

Now with demons...it's another story, you see, since she was a human, she always wanted children, but considering the man she got married to...yeah, that was impossible :D

So in her mind, the demons are her children, so whenever Muzan is agressive with them...she is really upset (Let's not comment about when he killed the Lower Moons...my baby cried all night) However, she doesn't say anything, because she can't.

Whenever Muzan can't stay with his wife, he only trusts two demons to take care of her properly

Yeah that's right, Mister Six Eyes and Basketball Man, Kokushibo and Akaza

Both are the most responsible in the group anyway, so they are more than enough to keep the woman in one place...

...But they don't stop her when she wants to stay with others too, except Akaza when she wants to visit Douma.

And Muzan can't complain much, cuz she is safe and sound when he returns, so why bother? (Or that is what she tells him, so he won't lash out on her kids •-•)

So in resume, Muzan is a bitch to everyone but his sunshine wife, but he is not in love- Or that is what he tells himself? :)

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A/N: This honestly is kinda funny and cute somehow?? Muzan is one of the characters that i most despise and i still gave him a Wife...and i gave the Demons a Mom. Hope y'all enjoyed

[littleprincerianne]

remember when i said... "oh, a drabble/oneshot/one-off-story of little!alastor being titled radio silence would be fun cuz it's such a witty title"?

so... i tried... but also keep in mind i haven't written agere fics since six-ish years ago? this will probably be my last unless genuinely asked for (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) if y'all decide to read: cw for cussing

"for the last time, no throwing! please." charlie exasperatedly scolds, maintaining a polite and sweet tone in her speech in spite of the scene before her, only to shriek when the display dedicated to sir pentious almost got knocked over.

"al, please stop." vaggie said, sounding a lot more stern than her lover as she took it upon herself to shield the mourning display. the red-clad radio demon huffed and turned away, his usual wide grin widened further, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he giggled and once again used his limb-like shadows to throw angeldust around, only catching at the very last inch.

"no! funny!" he argues back, radio filters nowhere to be heard and his articulate vocabulary and speech being chopped down into that of a child's speech patterns.

more loud shrieks were heard as angeldust shook his head whilst being mid-air. "there's nothing hilarious about this shit, you little prick!" he yells, only to end up falling on the ground as husk finally manages to get a hold of alastor.

"you need to stop." husk reprimands whilst wrapped around the taller male, making the radio demon glare and whine as he was left unable to continue playing with angeldust. "nuh-uh, don't gotta listen to you, kitty!" alastor replies, sticking his tongue out in a cheeky manner after speaking.

angeldust laughs at the conversation before continuing to wince in pain. "gonna take that from a child, kitty?" he teases before bursting into fits of giggles at the sight before him

with the radio demon feeling little, husker had a bit more authority and autonomy, almost as if the nature of the metaphorical chains that held him down became nullified.

it was clear that he relished in these brief moments. "time-out. you've been a menace today." he sternly says, making soft tsk sounds as he grabbed alastor by the waist before gently yet firmly placing him down on the time-out chair set on one corner of the lobby.

charlie was about to step in and possibly protest about how the baby meant no harm and was just finding something fun to do on a boring day, but vaggie stopped him. "you do know you're making him brattier by the minute with that, right?" "he isn't even that bratty... which is a twist considering it's alastor we're talking about..."

the next few minutes were peaceful, almost too peaceful. alastor remained in the time-out chair despite virtually nothing compelling him to stay there. he sat, his smile a lot narrower than it usually is as soft static sounds surrounded him.

believe it or not, he was rarely ever in trouble when little, but that's usually because of an odd tendency to please whoever is with him. he remembers at different points, hell knows when, being told to be a nice little gentleman, be sweet, cause neither trouble nor harm... in short, be a perfect little angel... or as much of an angel you can be anyway...

but something was different today, he wanted to poke fun and play around for the sake of entertainment, even if it meant getting in trouble as he was sure he'd have fun regardless. spoiler alert, he doesn't feel that fun anymore.

alastor's smile fades into a pout that eventually finds itself becoming a frown before returning to a bright, albeit false, smile; this cycle continuing until niffty finally approaches.

she looks up at him and he looks back down at her, head tilted and eyes filled with an unexpectedly innocent curiosity. niffty initially addresses him with sir, only for alastor to shake his head ever so slightly.

"al?" niffty says cautiously, waiting to see if that was how the little one wanted to be addressed. "upset, aren't you?" she asks as soon as he nodded to the nickname.

the static sounds surrounding the radio demon grew louder, almost as if that was the answer to niffty's question. "you dislike the time-out chair? i can give you a cockroach puppet show while you're here!" niffty suggests, only to get no verbal response from the boy.

niffty ultimately decides to still perform her cockroach puppet show for alastor, not bothering to acknowledge his lack of a response. "alright, time out's all done, little one." charlie singsongs happily as she approached, only to be gently pushed away by the same shadowy limbs that alastor used to throw angeldust around earlier.

the princess of hell quickly picked up on the verbal silence, radio static, and the overall sad vibe. "you understand why husk got mad, right? you weren't being very nice, sweets." charlie gently says, which ended up being the last straw.

alastor's smile fully fades, replaced with a frown as he tried his best to make his sniffles inaudible. there was no clear explanation why, but he loathed being told he wasn't a good little one when little.

"hey, don't be upset!" charlie says in a panicky tone, which caught everyone else's attention. "upset?" a chorus of voices curiously repeated, turning their attention to the baby deer.

angeldust was the first to approach. "i didn't mean it when i called you a prick... at least, i won't mean it while you're little." he says in an attempt to comfort the radio demon who still kept himself as quiet as can be whilst frowning and sniffling.

alastor was having a bit of an internal debate, with a part of him insisting against crying as it was something that broke his notion of being good. "al? alastor? AL." charlie repeatedly called out, her worries deepening and worsening the moment the boy burst into tears.

static sounds surrounded the air, sounding as loud as physically possible. husk finally stepped in as he seemed to be the only one strong enough to carry the little. "hey, chill out... no one's mad at your antics anymore, mmkay?" he repeatedly whispers, rubbing circles on the radio demon's back.

hours passed and alastor finally stopped crying, though he still decided against speaking. "ha! the radio baby is radio silent today, isn't he? don't wanna speak, kiddo?" angeldust commented lightheartedly before getting nudged by vaggie.

"at the very least, you understand why throwing people around isn't allowed, yes?" vaggie says, being a lot gentler despite the usual animosity between them when alastor isn't regressed.

the radio demon nodded weakly, still pouting and sniffling. he still hasn't spoken, seeing as he eventually found himself unable to due to how hazy and tired he felt.

"still no talking from the hotel's little chatterbox? mmkay, silence is fine too..." charlie says before offering a rubber ducky her dad gave her, hoping the sight of a toy would cheer him up.

husk snickers at this. "you're giving him that of all things?" he asks the blonde, who insisted on giving the rubber ducky to the little.

alastor glared at it, fully aware of where it came from. he chucked it across the room, this time making sure to leave the sir pentious displays unscathed. "yucky." he finally mutters, making everyone laugh.

[ignitesthestxrs]

I know you said you’ve gone back into it slowly but any book recs?

yes absolutely!! i have read some bangers lately tbh. also another thing i am trying to do is start uuuh reviewing what i'm reading so i will link a couple of those as well. but here is a sporadic collection of my reading enjoyments of the last year or so!

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL // THE DEATH I GAVE HIM by Em X. Liu

em is hands down one of the best writers i know with prose that will punch you in the face and leave you asking if you can have another, please.

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL is a queer found family novella featuring a done-with-this protag working in a wizarding call centre who abruptly comes down with a case of 'sweet angel baby boy possessed by demon hell child' in a broken magical healthcare system where following protocol is more important than like, helping people. so what is journeyman wen to do if not, you know, help anyway?

THE DEATH I GAVE HIM is the queer scifi hamlet retelling of my dreams, which is funny because i didn't care about hamlet until this book taught me how to. a thoughtful exploration on the nature of adaptation, death & immortality, and also what happens when your best friend is an AI and you wanna fuck him.

IN COLD BLOOD by Truman Capote the original true crime novel. still stuck in my truman blorbo moment. full review here

ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE by Robin Hobb classic 90s fantasy with surprisingly emotional focus on the protag in a way i really dug. unhinged levels of accidental queerbaiting in a way that i enjoyed rather than despaired of. full review here.

PANDORA'S JAR: WOMEN IN THE GREEK MYTHS by Natalie Haynes a great overview of classical women that takes into account multiple sources and the way they have been read over centuries, and how the time in which a tale is being told affects the tale just as much as what the text of the story actually is. does a good job of walking the middle ground between like, historical sexism and the reflexive girlbossification instinct.

IN OTHER LANDS by Sarah Rees Brennan the queer harry potter offshoot we all actually deserve. portal fantasy with an acerbic main character who will save the world out of sheer spite because the world doesn't seem to think he can save it, or want him to do it even if he could. a genuinely lovely musing on the nature of loneliness, what abuse does to a child, how it's hard but possible to overcome the prejudices you learn when you're young, and how eventually, you're going to have to make the decision to let yourself be loved.

SHE WHO BECAME THE SUN by Shelley Parker-Chan truly i don't have the word for how fucking excellent this queer epic fantasy is. set in mongol-ruled china, this book is a masterclass in political intrigue, historical fiction, military fantasy, and also genderfuckery. feat. the kind of tragedy you see coming for several hundred pages and still takes your breath away when it hits, and also lesbian fisting. anyone who says books based in history can't get queer can get fucked.

A MARVELLOUS LIGHT by Freya Marske for a total 180 in mood, here is your queer romantic fantasy set in an Edwardian England that is reflective of the fact that like, queer people did in fact exist in Edwardian England. A lighter fare that nonetheless will hit you right in the heart and leave you delighted that a) there's a second book out now and b) the third one is coming soon. also Freya is an Artiste when it comes to writing good sex scenes, which

i belatedly realise it seems like i'm focusing on in this post but i just! like a queer text that tackles queer sex with nuance and interest and the horror and/or joy of the body, and the above authors are all fucking masters at their art (which includes, but by no means is limited to, writing about fucking)

[roselemari]

Due to boredom I am going to give  three fic ideas for those who are fans of the Hazbin Hotel series and don’t know what to write

Title: Unspoken Boundaries

Plot: Lucifer doesn't like it when Alastor refers to Charlie as "their daughter." But what if Charlie doesn't like it either and is too polite to say anything? Her emotions are different, too. She doesn't get angry like her dad. Instead, she gets sad. She likes Alastor and will gladly accept him in the family. However, she doesn't know if she's ready to see him as a parental figure, and she is not sure she ever will. 

Title: Old Ties, New Troubles

Plot: Rosie pays a visit to the new hotel to see how everyone is doing. It's always nice to see Alastor, and she became very fond of the princess. After a while, Lucifer makes an appearance, however much to the shock of everyone and the displeasure of a certain radio demon. It seems that the two know each other. When asked about this later, Rosie reminds Alastor that she has been in Hell longer than he has. 

Title: Silent Protector

Plot: Vox can’t exactly tell Valentino how to treat the souls he owns. However anytime he sees Angel leaving the studio with a limp in his walk, or a new bruise on his body it leaves a small pit in his stomach. So help with this sometimes he’ll make up some excuse to get Val away from Angel, and the pimp overlord isn’t the brightest of the Vees so he’s very easy to trick. Angel does take notice of this but won’t confront Vox on it, after all he’s not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. 

*I have more ideas that I will post in the future. For those of you who have writer’s block, feel free to use these ideas or don’t it's up to you. But it's also to help me release the many “what if thoughts” I have.* 

[thefairyhills]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* A COLLECTION OF QUOTES THAT LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT-FREE.

as the title says, this is a list of quotes from books, movies, song lyrics, videogames, pinterest posts and anything else that has been stuck in my brain forever, for one reason or another. a part 2 may or may not follow. adapt any gendered terms as needed!

❝ to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed. ❞

❝ there are no men like me. only me. ❞

❝ the heart is an arrow. it demands aim to land true. ❞

❝ give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. ❞

❝ stories connect us to our past. they shape a people in profound ways. without them, we are lost. ❞

❝ everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? ❞

❝ i wish that i could say i am a light that never goes out, but i flicker from time to time. ❞

❝ just between us, did the love affair maim you too? ❞

❝ when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. ❞

❝ death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❞

❝ when they shattered our spirit, we became sharpest at the break. ❞

❝ she didn't want to be loved for her petals, she wanted to be loved for her thorns. she knew if someone loved her flaws, they would love her whole. ❞

❝ to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. ❞

❝ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ❞

❝ because saving the people you love isn't stupid. it isn't even a choice. ❞

❝ don't go where i can't follow. ❞

❝ whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ❞

❝ it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. ❞

❝ there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for. ❞

❝ the water hears and understands. the ice does not forgive. ❞

❝ i am my scars. ❞

❝ that's the thing about pain. it demands to be felt. ❞

❝

it's not your fault i ruin everything. and it's not your fault i can't be what you need. ❞

❝ i'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ❞

❝ the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. ❞

❝ you were the one who wanted to win. and i just wanted a sister. ❞

❝ you know how scared i am of elevators. never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last. ❞

❝ i am not ruined. i am ruination. ❞

❝ all my flowers grew back as thorns. ❞

❝ if i can't have love i want power. ❞

❝ i came out to attack people, and i'm honestly having such a good time right now. ❞

❝ anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. ❞

❝ i'm meaner than my demons. ❞

❝ i love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything. ❞

❝ you are haunted, like every other holy thing. ❞

❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞

❝ innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know. ❞

❝ what is infinite? the universe and the greed of men. ❞

❝ i could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it. ❞

❝ how could somebody ever love me? ❞

❝ you don't get to destroy someone and decide how ruined they're allowed to feel. ❞

❝ i am afraid of you. in loving me, you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you, i tell you exactly where to cut. ❞

❝ because i take things away from stupid, evil old men. it's what i do. ❞

❝ they deserve to lose everything. and i deserve to have all their stuff. ❞

❝ tell me, if he handed you a bloodied hand, would you take it, just because it was his? ❞

❝ hell is empty and all the devils are here. ❞

❝ i desire the things that will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ i have tried loving less but that hurts just the same. ❞

❝ wanting was enough. for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all. ❞

❝ the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. ❞

❝ i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world. ❞

❝ these violent delights have violent ends. ❞

❝ we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral. and it's relentless. ❞

❝ feelings that come back are feelings that never left. ❞

❝ good for you, you're doing great out there without me. god, i wish that I could do that. ❞

❝ if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i'd go through it again. ❞

❝ i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. ❞

❝ i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush. ❞

❝ and logically, you're the last thing i should have on my mind, but i want you there sometimes. ❞

[valekita]

i have a question....

how would you think of your oc's interaction with my oc?

(if you want to learn about my kny oc, its in my blog)

Yuki meeting another Oc: ilona dulina

At first she would be very awkward, she already does this with humans, with a half-demon she doesn't know how to behave, she doesn't know how her form works.

It would probably take a long time for she to take the first step by talking to her and asking about her shape, trying to be polite and understand if the words make her uncomfortable.

she had to repeat 4 times for Dulina to hear her.

she kindly explains to her that he would like to know, if it doesn't make her uncomfortable, how her form works.

Dulina explains it to her and Yuki finally understands.

Yuki doesn't have any friends her age due to her hashira status, so she felt some sort of affection for Dulina, and starts talking to her more and more often, she's always a little awkward, but she improves and also starts to become more extroverted.

Of course, after a while they became friends.

They start training together, talking about hobbies, hanging out in some village, going on missions together

and Yuki but also Dulina completely change personalities in front of each other.

The first time Yuki saw her massive nose-blood she almost fanited, as she gave her some tissue trying to help her somehow, but Dulina seems used to it.

Yuki loves to rest her head on her shoulder or lap and maybe just relax after a day of training.

Yuki often has to repeat herself to make sure that Dulina hears her but she doesn't mind, Yuki has good hearing and often acts as her go-between for example, if Obanai and Mitsuri are talking aside about something and Dulina seems curious about what they are talking about, Yuki repeats it to her. (even if technically it wasn't their business)

[warheittiashi]

Hah, bondage.

I'm not gonna lie, I was going to do Luo Bingge/Shen Jiu for this one because of that one scene in SVSSS with the immortal binding cable. But then I realized I hadn't written anything for Tianlang-jun/She Jiu! Well, I wrote only one, but that's not enough.

I realized this when I was writing the ZhuzhiJiu fic and had a small scene of a meddlesome fanboy Tianlang-jun who ships his nephew with the long-suffering Shen Jiu.

The masturbation kink had to be for Shang Qinghua because of his username, so I'm writing Tianlang-jun for bondage.

No sex, though. Just a pervert heavenly demon trying to chase the beautiful icy scholar.

I think I'll fill this one up with different snippets and scenes.

When they first met, Tianlang-jun killed Wu Yanzi because he saw the demonic cultivator abusing Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu didn't trust the heavenly demon. Feeling sorry for the boy and strangely enamored by those frigid jade eyes, Tianlang-jun tossed him a real cultivation manual he had coincidentally been holding onto.

Their second meeting was only a few months later. Shen Jiu was taken in by a brothel and began working there - not as a prostitute though. He was a student of the madam in exchange for teaching the girls how to read and write. He also served as a guard for the girls.

Shen Jiu had been training diligently with the cultivation manual Tianlang-jun gave him, and already he was advancing. (Assume he wasn't with Wu Yanzi for long; maybe a quarter of a year after the Qiu Manor burned down) Also, with his growing cultivation and proper shelter/nourishment, he looked much healthier.

Tianlang-jun's heart was captured when Shen Jiu scowled and thrust a poorly sewn scent pouch into his hands as thanks, head turned away to hide his burning cheeks.

Tianlang-jun became an incessant presence around Shen Jiu after that. He would bring Shen Jiu more manuals and luxurious gifts. All he asked was for Shen Jiu's service (conversations, reading aloud, and playing the guqin).

At one point, Shen Jiu had gotten so annoyed that he tied the heavenly demon up to try and keep him still. It backfired as Tianlang-jun seemed to enjoy it. Immensely.

At least Zhuzhi-lang was a sweet boy. Shen Jiu doesn't understand how such a nice and polite child could be related to Tianlang-jun.

One day, Tianlang-jun arrived to see Shen Jiu looking nervous. Apparently, his long-lost brother had found him somehow and insisted that Shen Jiu join the Cang Qiong Sect. Shen Jiu seemed angry, hurt, and confused. Still, he was planning on going to the sect. He just wanted to let Tianlang-jun know that they probably won't be able to meet as much (or ever again).

Tianlang-jun said nothing and disappeared. Shen Jiu thought that it was over between them (or was there anything at all?) when the heavenly demon returned holding a crimson rope. Tianlang-jun insisted on tying Shen Jiu up.

Shen Jiu's face blanked out and he tried to leave. Tianlang-jun pulled him into a hug and said that this was a symbol for them. Shen Jiu had tied Tianlang-jun down, and now it was his turn. They would tie themselves together, and it would serve as a promise that no matter what happens, they will always find their way back to each other.

There was also the fact that the rope was a spiritual item that would literally bind them together. As long as they had a part of it, they would be able to feel and find each other.

After that, Shen Jiu and Tianlang-jun kept a piece of that rope tied around their wrist.

Maybe some snippets of Shen Jiu arriving at Cang Qiong. Many were curious about the no-name cultivator who was brought back to the sect. They assumed that he was a wandering cultivator and old acquaintance of Yue Qingyuan. Many were put off by his stand-offish attitude but admired his beauty and strength.

Also, despite Shen Jiu's initial fears, he truly underestimated the power and shamelessness of Tianlang-jun. The pervert seemed to find a way to sneak into Cang Qiong to meet him.

Cute... and long. I can already see it now. At least less than 3k, please. I'm writing so much it'll actually kill me. At least there isn't any smut for today.

[bearvanhelsing]

💖, 📒, and �� for Aria; ☺️ and 🍊 for Tyrel; 💋 for Adelaide; 🌸 for all? Gosh, I hope this isn't too much, I got too excited to see you join in.

Thank you Emiiii these were so fun!!! ARIA: 💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist/do they still feel this way? Aria was a lot less guarded romantically when she was a little younger and fell pretty easily for people who took interest in her. She became involved with a Tiefling girl she met in Eastgate for quite a while who showed her a lot of places that would eventually become some of her favorite spots like The Crimson Coin. Ultimately it didn't work out because Aria became rather emotionally dependant on her. Feelings persisted for a while after and she was pretty emotionally devastated at the time but she's moved on for the most part.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school, or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?

What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Aria is passionate about a few subjects that she doesn't really get to talk about that much without getting disapproving looks from other members of Absalom aristocracy. unsurprisingly she loves talking about firearms whether it be types of firearms, new innovations in the tech, or how to properly wield one. If someone ever asked her how to use one she'd be uncharacteristically enthusiastic about teaching them. She also has a fascination with devils, demons and daemons and even though she doesn't worship any of them and has a relatively rudimentary understanding of them, she's always eager to learn more. Especially devils. She just thinks they're neat! Aria finds herself bored with any extensive discussion regarding morality, politics, history (depending on the subject)... and mathematics. 💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why? Physically, Aria would probably consider her eyes to be her best feature. She always tries to make them pop. Personality-wise, Aria is a little more insecure because she receives much more criticism on that but she thinks of herself as someone who is easily able to find fun and bring it to others whether they want to or not lol. Her great-grandfather may say that her rather cutthroat attitude is a promising trait in a young businesswoman. The answers of former lovers may regard how soft she is and most that I'd consider the closest things she has to friends are PCs so yet to be determined... 🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks? Aria has a scar on her hip that she got in retaliation for biting someone during a bar fight. Mostly unnoticeable now because her fur covers it but she really hates it regardless. TYREL: 😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Tyrel might be the only person in Golarion who is put in a better mood by being in proximity to Camellia but he loves her lots... Other than that, feeling as though he got the better of someone during an interaction is very satisfying to him. I wouldn't classify him as a very happy person generally. He suffers from imposter syndrome pretty badly and he doesn't particularly like himself that much even though he likes where his life ended up. He does enjoy making those close to him happy and he's usually pretty good at it with his quick wit when he's not being selfish.

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink? Tyrel loves a good roasted goose! The family chef used to make it for his birthday when he was little and he's very nostalgic for it! He's not too picky, and I wouldn't say he hates it but I'd say he is usually disappointed by meals that include a salad. I just can't imagine Mendevian salad being that good lmao 🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks? Tyrel has two scars on his chest. One is the worldwound scar and the other is the one from when Cam stabbed him while they were on the alter lol ADELAIDE: 💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Adelaide struggles to show affection to other people even when she genuinely cares for them. A lot of her attempts to do so when she was very young were perceived as clumsy or awkward by her family and as a result, she has a hard time showing it as an adult. Part of why she gravitates toward Shardik and animals in general is that they don't make the same judgments that people do so she feels a lot safer being affectionate with them :') 🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks? Adelaide doesn't have anything notable in this regard. I don't see her as the type to get a tattoo and I haven't finished Kingmaker yet so I'm not sure if there are any opportunities for her to get a cool scar yet!! lol

[motorclit]

I'm gonna rant about voting in the US and the "vote blue no matter who" crowd. This rant is meant to be a vent. I can do it IRL without my parents overhearing me because when it comes to them overhearing me talk about politics they can't keep their mouth shut and then start talking about how the cheetoh should've had a 2nd term.

Does the "vote blue no matter who" crowd have amnesia regarding the 2016 presidential election? A LOT of people rallied behind Bernie Sanders. I was actually ready, as an anarchist, to vote of my own free will for the first time in my life for harm reduction if he became the candidate to run against the cheetoh. But the democrats were all "yeah no we pick Hillary."

Not only did the "vote blue no matter who" crowd of 2016 (I know they didn't call themselves that yet back then, but they're the same energy) seem to forget that a candidate with a lot of public support was shoved aside for Hillary, but she also ONLY WON THE POPULAR VOTE.

The 2016 election showed that YOUR VOTE DOES NOT ACTUALLY MATTER. She won the popular vote only. That's what the people's votes did. Only the electoral college's votes matter in selecting a president.

And I remember a LOT of people wanted to ABOLISH the electoral college when that happened! That sentiment is gone now! Nobody is calling for that anymore! It's back to normal! Back to the "vote harder" type of cries!

The 2016 election not only showed me that the candidate you want, no matter how much public support they get, not only doesn't matter, but your votes do not matter either when it comes to actually voting for a president. That solidified my stance of never voting. Because it doesn't matter even when you gave an acceptable candidate with plenty of public support.

I can't fucking believe so many seemed to have forgotten how it was so blatantly in our faces that voting in the presidential elections don't mean shit.

I think Bernie tried running again in the 2020 election but we got creepy kid-sniffing Biden instead. He not only didn't fulfill promises, he also continued a couple of things people hated the cheetoh for, INCLUDING CONTINUING THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE BORDER WALL. And I'm told to go out and vote for that piece of shit since he's running for a 2nd term?

(I also got some personal beef with the fucker after finding out he claims to have been one of the first to tell NATO to bomb Serbia back in the 90s. I say this because I got family there and civilians were bombed with fuckin' depleted uranium and shit. Fuck Biden. He's no different than the Republicans we all hate. He also was against desegregation and either during Obama's campaign or presidency, when asked if he changed his mind about that, HE SAID NO.)

Now we are looking at how politicians are outright IGNORING the public's cry for a ceasefire in Gaza. And I'm told to vote? For who? They're all the same fucking demon! They just wear a different color necktie! BONE OF THEM GIVE A AHIT ABOUT YOU.

Voting for Bernie was the ONLY compromise I was willing to make. But with everything that was exposed about how much our votes "matter" in 2016, I will NEVER vote in a presidential election.

What's at stake will totally happen under another democrat in office. It'll just happen much slower. You ever notice that republicans seem to do whatever the fuck they want and the fuckers I'm told to vote for roll over belly-up and unenthusiastically go "oh noooo dooon't.... stoooppppp.... noooo...." and proceed to do jack shit about anything? The most they do is throw a few crumbs to their voters without genuinely bringing on the change everybody was promised.

Regardless if anybody chooses to vote, I hope you're organizing nonetheless on survival and stuff. Because it doesn't matter who gets into office. We will all have to look out for one another. They don't give a shit about us, and they never have.

[tenthhell]

Has anyone met Zariel or the other archdemons? @always-a-knight

@always-a-knight // Ask me about stuff

Oh yes. So, as a quick aside, apologies to those of you familiar with D&D lore too just bc I don't mean to come across as assuming no one does. I will add extra info to this.

Back to the point, Asmodeus was, once upon a time, an angel in the service of a deity whose name is REDACTED, but more commonly called He Who Was. ( Far as I know, no relation to the BG3 character. Will explain the missing context of the deity momentarily. ) One of the demon ( demons and devils are v different ) princes persuaded Asmodeus to follow his ambitions and rebel, and when Asmodeus agreed, helped get him a piece of physical evil. Asmodeus swayed many other angels to his side, and together, they not only overthrew He Who Was, but Asmodeus actually killed him and consumed his divine spark ( hence why Asmodeus is a deity. ) He Who Was cursed them and the plane ( Baator ) they took over, and made them into the first devils and the Hells respectively. Asmodeus erased any and all memory of the god he'd killed, hence why the only name for him is He Who Was. ( Bitch is past-tense. )

Now, the important part of that are the angels who helped Asmodeus; they became the first of the archdevils and some of the present-day archdukes. Mind you, some of those mfs are vm dead, so it's not as if Asmodeus has known all of the lords under him for the amount of time he's known others.

That said, though, after certain ranks of devil, you need Asmodeus' permission before you can be promoted. No one becomes an archdevil without his say-so. So tbh, he knows all of his archdukes quite well. PLUS they do actually have meetings every now and again, when all the archdukes are summoned to Nessus, the 9th and deepest layer of the Hells, to meet with Asmodeus, who if memory serves cannot leave Nessus as part of his curse.

( As another sidebar, it's worth noting that all archdukes are archdevils, but not all archdevils are archdukes. Archdevils are powerful and unique devils and are considered the nobility of the upper devils [ pit fiends are the nobility of the lower ], but only archdukes control a layer of the Hells, so there's only 9 archdukes, but more archdevils. )

As an advisor to Asmodeus, Nethfari has definitely met all the archdukes, though it's debatable how well she knows them personally bc she doesn't tend to get involved with the politics of the Hells outside of her advising Asmodeus, and the possible responsibilities that being his consort brings. Also, I cannot understand enough with her? She's not terribly willing to get her hands into things beyond what she has to -- and that does include socializing. ( When she's not public facing, personality-wise she's similar to Ly dia D eetz or Mor ticia Add ams. )

Now.... Bc of the above, Orianna has absolutely met all the archdukes, and being who she is, has at least attempted to cajole knowledge out of them all -- to various levels of success bc ex I don't see Dispater taking to that. At ALL. Which is to imply, she's not one who's too proud to admit when someone knows more than she does, nor is she above asking them to teach her. THAT SAID, I do think it vm depends on the archduke whether she asked more than once bc of reaction or otherwise talent. Ex much as she doesn't like Mephistopheles, his talents are right in the middle of what she vm wants to know. Zariel specifically though? Zariel's Orianna's [secret] fave archduke, though ironically one she would have tried not to bother too much a bc it wouldn't go well, and b respect for her and what she's doing.

I might at some point go through and talk about Orianna's opinions of all the archdukes ( and possibly ex-archdukes bc there's at least one ) but I presently do not have the brain cells for that.

[lovelyiida]

THE RACE TO WEDDING BELLS ❤︎︎

CHAPTER 9 : THE CEREMONY

PHASE 3 : CAPTURE

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

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Lavender, peonies, red roses? Oh, maybe the pink ones too.

What about the cake? What flavor should the cake be? Vanilla? Chocolate? There’s always marble…

Where would the ceremony be? Should the ceremony be placed out of the country? A big extravaganza? No, Katsuki’s not too sure about that–

Oh! Then there’s the dress! How long should it be? Mermaid or ball gown? Who’s your maid of honor? Who’s gonna walk you down the aisle?

Since the time your pubescent mind could compute having a partner to share the rest of your life with, you dreamed and mustered up so many fantasies of what the perfect day would be!

But, now that you’re here… you’re not too sure about that.

You knew something was up when you were pulled out of work early and slammed into his car. He wouldn’t say a word to you about the destination or why the hell you’re here in the first place.

“Hush.” He said.

So you begrudgingly hushed.

And now, here you were, sitting on one of the most comfortable couches you’ve ever sat on. All in the comfort of your fiance’s home, in utter agony, flipping through images of wedding cakes and fabric choices.

“What’s the long face?” Katsuki said to you with a smirk. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him. “Sorry… didn’t know a wedding took this much preparation to detail,” you said with a tone of sarcasm.

Katsuki looked towards you with a frown, grinding up his gears to compute words from his smart-ass mouth, but was cut off with a dry cough. Both of your heads looked towards the cough with tired eyes.

“Sorry, allergy season– maybe there’s some popular options I could recommend for the both of you?” The wedding planner's soft-high pitched voice rang through your ears as she showed a polite smile.

Straightening your posture, you fought back a groan with a smile. “Yes, please! This is so overwhelming for both of us. Isn’t that right babe?”

Your eye just twitched.

You fought the demons in your head as you looked at the hero with the most stunning poker face. Katuki shot you a smirk before looking at the wedding planner with a silent nod. The planner's eyes widened with delight before she swiftly snatched the book of fabrics from your hands.

“Oh, well, there’s so many options! Since the wedding will be in the summer, I’d suggest a nice peach or soft blue– or anything in that color range! And if you go with that choice, you could incorporate that theme into your dress. Perhaps? I’m no pro but…”

The both of you watch the wedding planner in astonishment as she rambles suggestions of the tongue. No-pro your ass!

“Uh… how about orange?” Katsuki spoke. The wedding planner silently nodded her head with a quick hush in agreement. “Wonderful choice, Dynamight!” As she began to type away on her computer, you raised your hand and spoke.

“Excuse me, but doesn’t the bride get a say?” you asked.

“Oh of course! Apologies Mrs. L/N–”

“It’s Mrs. Bakugo” Katsuki spoke confidently. Your head snapped towards him in surprise, you let out a quick snort. “Geez, we’re not even married yet,” you chuckled. Katuski didn’t know why, but at that moment, your voice bubbled a strange feeling in his chest.

Hearing your laughter made him feel eerily calm. Almost in a state of domestic bliss?

“Apologies sincerely. Mrs. Bakugo, when I heard that I was chosen to plan this wedding, I haven’t been able to sleep since. It’s truly an honor to be here in front of both of you,” the planner spoke excitedly.

“Well don’t get too comfy, if we hear a singular peep of this get out to the public, you’re done.” The hero pointed his finger at the frail woman, as he threatened her livelihood with no regrets. As he does per usual.

“Understood.”

After a long, stressful day, the both of you made it out of the wedding planner's grasp unscathed, with little pieces of your souls to spare. The both of you mustered enough courage to engage in small talk over a slice of pizza.

“Didn’t know you had a sense of feminine touch to you, you made semi-good decisions,” you quipped at the blonde before hungrily chomping a slice.

“Says the one who actually considered putting brown in our wedding? What the hell is wrong with you? Even the planner looked at you as if you’re from Mars!” He quipped right back at you.

Letting out a laugh, you sprawled yourself out on the couch comfortably and let out a sigh. “Well, now, you don’t have to worry about any of my aesthetic decisions anymore… happy?”

Very.

Adjusting comfortably onto the couch, you yawned.

“Now all we need to do is worry about the guest list and the invitations…and I’ll have to worry about the dress,” you spoke with fake enthusiasm.

Oh shit, the guest list!

The guests!

People!

Katuski immediately shot up from his seat and began to pace around his condo. His face contorted into a deep frown. As he thought hardly of your words, you looked at him as if he had gone mad.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You shot him a look of confusion, irritation, shock, and empathy all in one go. Katsuki looked you in the eyes with a face you had never seen before.

Was Katuki… nervous?

Katuski realized that he was engaged and getting married to you. And the only people who knew were him, Kirishima, his parents, and you.

And the wedding planner… and all his workers… but that’s what NDAs are for!

Besides that, no one knows who you are. And now, it’s finally sinking in.

He can’t wait to rub it in everyone's face!

Walking to the couch, he grabs his phone and frantically begins to tap away on his phone. You raise your eyebrow in confusion as you watch Katsuki’s weird acts. “What’re doing?” you asked.

Katsuki tapped away some more before throwing the phone back on the couch. He shoved his hands in his pockets with a devilish smirk before speaking.

“There are some people I want you to meet.”

You gave the blonde a look of confusion before carelessly shoving a slice of pizza into your mouth. Now, Katsuki thought to himself: would it be weird to suddenly pop up with a fiance and gloat about you to all his friends? Yes.

Would he care? Absolutely, not.

“Who do you want me to meet?” you asked.

“Some people I went to school with–”

Before he could complete his sentence, you jumped on your feet bursting with energy. Letting out a squeal, you spoke with excitement. “You mean, you want me to meet the infamous class 1-A? No fucking way!”

You couldn’t help but fangirl in front of him. Honestly, you were (and still are) a huge fan of Dynamight and his comrades, so meeting them in person felt like a dream come true. They were all people you seriously looked up to and gave thanks to. You wouldn’t have this ring on your finger if it were for them.

“You sound like such a… never mind” Katsuki cut himself off before he could embarrass himself. “I’ll let you know when we’re gonna meet, m’kay?”

You nodded gleefully and continued onto the bliss that was your large slice of pizza.

You didn’t know where you were going today, all you knew was that your finance told you to look nice and that it was somewhere special. As you got ready, you couldn’t help but think how nervous you were. You were meeting people you idolized for years!

You’ve seen some in a press conference or two. But they were usually far away as your fiance would shoo you away to discuss “important hero business.” Which led you to help yourself to the hefty salad bar…

Nonetheless, you were pretty excited for today. Even though you have a couple of words to say to the pro-hero hitting the gas a little too hard.

“Hey, slow down! I’d like to go wherever we’re going in one piece—thanks.” You spoke with sass, Bakugo could only sound a scoff before gently slowing down. “We’re already 20 minutes late! Sure, let’s make it 21,” he said sarcastically.

You roll your eyes, “so… where are we going?”

“Woman, if you ask one more time–”

“Please! I’m dying to know! You’re shit at surprises since most of them have led me to high blood pressure and more beer cans and glasses of wine than I can process,” you say with a bitter-sweet smile.

Bakugo glasses at you with a smirk before he speaks quietly to himself.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Sittin’ all pretty while I do all the work.”

You silently watch the skyline, oblivious to his words.

As the car approaches its destination, your stomach turns at the sight of a church. “Uh… if the surprise is viewing wedding venues, I’ll be highly disappointed,” you said flatly. Bakugo sighed as he stepped out of the car to open your door.

Popping your door open, he held his hand out for you to grasp. Your eyes narrowed at his lack of talk-back, but you obliged and took hold of his hand. You look around and notice cars and news vans packed into the parking structure. You looked at the Blonde with furrowed brows as you spoke, “Are we viewing while there’s an active ceremony? Is that legal?” You asked.

“You’re such a ditz,” he chuckled as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer towards him. Well, he was right because you still didn’t know what the hell was going on!

As the both of you walk up the church stairs, a man steps in front of you and eyes you with disgust. “Excuse me, but the ceremony has started and we are not permitting anyone to pass these doors, so I’m asking you to leave.”

Oh!

You awkwardly smiled at the man before you slowly turned away from his strong gaze, you chuckled nervously before speaking once more. “Okay, thank you sir for telling us-”

“Do you know who the fuck we are?”

Oh!

Bakugo looked at the security guard with a look that could kill. Bakugo tightens your grip around your waist which snaps your eyes back at the man. You nervously look between the two men as tensions begin to rise.

“Like I said man, beat it.”

You started to feel a sudden warmth on your waist, warmer than usual…

“Your quirk, idiot!” you whispered in his ear. But your words fell death as his sharp gaze never tore the man. Suddenly, your eyes snap to another security guard rushing over to you. You hear their staggered and short breaths increase as he grabs ahold of the other guard, presses a hand next to his ear and whispers.

A couple of beats later, and his eyes snap wide.

The security guard clears his throat and moves to open the door without any questions asked.

“You okay, Y/n?” Katsuki spoke softly. You flinched at the sudden soft caress of your waist. Silently nodding at his question, the both of you walk on forward. As the both of you walked inside; you were in awe of the extravagant decorations.

Whoever this couple is, they're stinkin’ rich!

As you curiously walk over to the guest stand, you grab a brochure to see the lucky couple–

No way.

“This is Shoto and Creati’s wedding!” You yelled, Katsuki quickly slapped his hand against your mouth. The look of your eyes blown out in shock forever ingrained in his memory. You snarl before ripping his hand away.

"You're invited to the celebration of Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu's marriage—"

"Of fucking course," Dynamight interjects, his tone dripping with toxicity and perhaps a hint of jealousy. You gaze at him with an unreadable expression, unsure whether to continue.

"The ceremony is in the fall if you want to know," you mumble softly, the words barely escaping your lips. "I don't give a damn if it was fucking tomorrow, damn it… throw it away," he says dismissively, waving you away. However, you choose to stay in place, compelled to speak your mind. "I know it's not my place to speak, but I thought I would show this to you because I heard that these were your friends," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern.

Your boss looks at you with a deadpan expression, his gaze piercing through you. "Who the hell told you that?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. You bite your lip nervously, briefly glancing at the invitation before raising it to cover your mouth. "Um, Red Riot, sir" you admit.

"Sir? What am I, 70?" Dynamight raises his voice, his irritation palpable. You quickly shake your head, realizing your choice of words was inappropriate. Before the hero can further express his discontent toward you or the situation, he lets out a resigned sigh. "Don't listen to a damn thing Riot says. He has a singular cashew for a brain," he mutters, his frustration evident.

You step back, processing his words and the subtle vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. Bending down into a bow, you apologized and walked towards the trash can to toss the small invitation in the garbage.

[END FLASHBACK]

“But I thought they were getting married in the fall?” you whispered to Katsuki. “The lovebirds couldn’t wait a couple more shitty months, so they moved it to today.”

You drew your lips into a line before stuffing the brochure into your purse. “Well let’s get on with it!”

The reception was absolutely amazing, and their first dance felt as if it was placed in a disney movie. Everything was perfect! Too bad your wedding will have some unprecedented hiccups…

As you raked through the crowd of hungry patrons, you finally made it to the reception. The little goodie bags they had for the guests were cute…but your stomach is touching your toes in hunger. And that’s something a piece of candy can’t fix.

Wandering around the large reception hall as your looked for your fiance, you couldn't help but to geek out a little. You’ve seen all the names in the book! Eraser Head, Fat Gum, Cravity… you name it. It felt surreal being in a place like this, you feel as if you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Y/n!” You heard Katsuki’s voice shout for you.

Snapping your head towards the noise, you look forward with a smile and wave. But then you wiped that smile from your face immediately and felt as if you couldn’t even move. There was your fiance, gathered around the large table witht eh bride and groom themselves!

And the whole class 1-A.

‘Don’t drop these expensive swedish meatballs!’ you thought to yourself as you begin to walk over. Quietly walking over, you shyly smile and set the plate down and take a seat. Adjusting yourself in your seat, you greet yourself to the table.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n! It’s great to finally-”

Katsuki cuts you off with a short pull of your seat, nearming it towards him. Giving him a sharp side eye, you continue on with your greeting. “Meet you all, I’ve heard many great things about you!”

You were met back with many kind faces, especially Kirishima’s shit eating grin.

“Nice to meet you, glad you can make it” Todoroki spoke with a warm smile. So it was true, his voice is as smooth as honey like all the blogs have said! “Also, you look absolutely stunning this evening!” you say towards Momo excitedly.

“Thank you, you too Y/n!”

You tried not to squeal, you can’t believe you’re interacting with them like this!

As the initial shock wore off, you found yourself being enthusiastically welcomed into the tight-knit group of heroes. What had started as awkward introductions quickly melted into animated conversations and personal anecdotes.

Denki immediately took a shine to you, regaling you with over-the-top tales of Bakugo's glory days at U.A. Punctuated with raucous laughter and playful jabs at your fiance's expense. You doubled over at the story of Bakugo getting his costume shredded by the Principal's mutt.

"Leave it to that furry bastard to try and embarrass me," Bakugo had growled, though you caught the glimmer of nostalgic amusement in his eyes.

As the drinks flowed, so did the storytelling. Uraraka shyly divulged the secrets only a fellow alumna could know– like how he used to style his hair differently as an upbeat freshman, as like everyone else….

With each shared laugh and warm smile, you felt yourself inexplicably slotting into their group dynamic like a missing puzzle piece. Even the most skeptical of Bakugo's colleagues seemed to melt at your genuine happiness. You’ve never felt such a genuine connection to a group of people like this ever in your life!

At one point, you glanced over to find Bakugo observing your conversation with Izuku, his usual scowl softened into a look of unguarded contentment. When your eyes met, his expression shifted into the trademark smirk– but you caught the unfamiliar tenderness there. 

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself enveloped in one-too-many drinks, breathless merry-making filling your ears as Bakugo looked on with uncharacteristic warmth. In that moment, you knew you'd been accepted– and Bakugo couldn't have looked more at peace with it if he tried.

As the night drew to a close, all of you met outside with the newly married couple to send them a farewell. As you watch the group all speak and reminisce of the past, your heart felt full at the scene. You’ve never seen the brute so content in your life. Always that scowl and a rare smirk or two. But his eyes were soft, and he was smiling… you couldn’t help but to think he looked quite handsome.

As the chatter continued on Bakugo suddenly cleared his throat, the loud "HEY!" instantly silencing the chatter. All eyes turned towards him as he stood, one arm draped proudly around your shoulders.

"Listen up, extras," he barked.

He said the ‘E’ word… he’s definitely had one too many drinks.

“Before we send the two lovebirds goodbye, I got somethin’ I wanna tell ya… it’s been on my mind and I feel like this is the perfect time to talk my shit!” He says slyly. He grabs a hold on your hand, rubbing gentle circles against your palm which catches you off guard.

“And if i ruin the moment, Y/n, kick my ass” his words make everyone laugh before they hush down to hear his words once more.

"Since you're all clearly too damn oblivious to notice, allow me to clarify." He shot you a rare, almost giddy grin. "This is my fiancée." You gave an awkward wave as a collective gasp reverberated around the group. Kmainari’s jaw dropped, while Kirishima choked on his drink.

"No way..." Sero muttered.

“Oh my!” Iida shouts.

"B-Bakugo's getting married?" Mina sputtered.

Izuku's eyes bulged like saucers. "B-But to who? How??"

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo scowled at his slack-jawed friends. "What? You smallfries think the great Bakugo Katsuki couldn't land an amazing fiance?" He puffed out his chest. "This smokin' hot chick is way out of all your leagues."

You flushed at the rare heated praise, shooting him a bashful grin. Uraraka looked like she might faint.

"Dude..." Even Kirishima seemed stunned. "I never thought I'd see the day...Bakugoooo, you sly dog!" he laughs excitedly and punches him in the arm.

Bakugo silenced the rising hero with a stern glare. "That's right, losers, the undisputed #2 hero is getting hitched. So shut up and accept it already!"

The sheer confidence and gruff pride in his voice seemed to cow the doubters into disbelieving silence. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you close, challenging anyone to question his choice with his trademark scowl. The group erupted in cheers as the both of you receive praise.

“I knew I saw a ring on that finger! I just didn’t want to say anything!” Said Tsuyu. “Why not?” Katsuki retorted.

Kaminari leaned over to Sero, whispering loudly, "Can you imagine Bakugou as a husband? The poor girl..."

"I heard that, dunce face!" Katsuki barked.

“Wow, you got the guy bringing out his high school level confidence! You must be the one…” Todoroki spoke with a smirk at the two of you. You chuckled at the complement.

The one?

“Okay! Enough about us, let’s get these two love-sacks out of here!” Katsuki cheers.

But we all knew that was a lie, the group continued on to talk some more. You understood since you knew it was so rare for all of them to meet up like this. During all that talk, Katsuki’s touch never pulled away from you. You knew during some moments he had to touch you out of necessity, but now his touch felt warm and genuine.

He’d caress your waist, and play with your hair, sometimes hold out hand out to kiss, playing with the scarily expensive engagement band on your ring finger. Looking at your with a rare softness to his eye, which you gleefully gave back.

As you were about to speak to Hakagure about how much of a pain in the ass your fiance was your boss, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

The reception was winding down when Momo approached you, her elegant white gown trailing behind her. In her hands she clutched her bridal bouquet of roses, peonies, and baby's breath.

"There you are!" she said with a warm smile. "I was hoping to catch you before we leave."

You returned the smile. "Momo, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!"

She blushed prettily. "Thank you so much. But I actually wanted to pass along these." She extended the bouquet towards you.

You blinked in surprise. "The bridal bouquet? But isn't the bride supposed to toss that for all the sad single ladies to catch?"

Momo laughed lightly. "Traditionally, yes. But I think the bouquet has found its next owner already." Her eyes danced as she nodded towards Bakugo, who was distracted in a heated discussion with Kaminari.

Understanding bloomed across your face and you felt yourself redden. "Oh! Because Bakugou and I are engaged now..."

"Precisely." Momo pressed the bouquet into your hands. "Tonight's bouquet toss was just a formality. These beautiful flowers should go to the next bride-to-be I know."

Cradling the fragrant blooms, you felt a surge of affection for your new friend. "Momo, you're too kind. Thank you!"

She looped an arm around you in a warm side-hug. "Take good care of our Bakugo, alright? He may be rough around the edges, but we all know he's a marshmallow on the inside."

You giggled at the apt description. "You know it. I'll make sure he stays in line."

With a wink, Momo and Todoroki finally pulled away to bid farewell to other guests. You watched her go, inhaling the sweet bouquet scent as a new thrill danced through you.

A bride-to-be. You were a bride-to-be now.

You climbed into the passenger seat, carefully cradling Momo's bouquet in your lap. As Katsuki slid behind the wheel, he glanced over at you, his gaze lingering on the flowers.

"So, Ponytail really passed those off to you, huh?" A faint smirk played across his lips.

You nodded, unable to stop smiling as you breathed in the sweet scent. "She said since we're the next ones getting married, I'm the official new owner."

Katsuki snorted softly, but didn't protest as he started the car. A comfortable silence fell as you pulled away from the venue and began the drive home. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat gruffly. "Thanks for coming tonight. I know my classmates can be a rowdy bunch of idiots."

"Are you kidding?" You turned to face him fully. "Tonight was amazing. Your friends are incredible people. I'm honored they welcomed me so easily."

He kept his eyes on the road, but you saw his shoulders relax. "Yeah...they really took a shine to you."

"Well, I am pretty charming," you quipped, nudging his arm.

Katsuki flashed you a sideways glance, his signature smirk morphing into the genuine, unguarded smile you’ve grown to love. "You really are somethin' else, you know that?"

He reached over to give your knee a gentle squeeze, his calloused fingers lingering. "I'll be honest...I wasn't sure how tonight would go over. Bringing home a fiance out of the blue to those misfits?" He shook his head ruefully. "Could've been a goddamn disaster."

You felt your chest warm at the tender, vulnerable admission. This wasn't a side of Katsuki many ever saw.

"But you..." He exhaled heavily, turning his gaze back to the road. "You just fucking slid right into place, like you've always been there. And those dumbasses lapped it up."

A lump formed in your throat at the reverent awe tingeing his gravelly tone. Katsuki wasn't one for sappiness, but his words spoke volumes.

"I knew picking you was the right goddamn choice," he muttered roughly. "You've had my back through everything. And now my friends have felt how amazing you are, too."

He fell silent, seemingly overwhelmed by his uncharacteristic display of tenderness. You blinked back joyful tears, giving his hand a grateful squeeze.

“Katsuki...belonging is all I've ever wanted. No matter how we met or who you used to be, I've forgiven all of that. Because the man I fell in love with is the incredible hero Dynamight that inspired me. And now I'm learning to love this new side of you— Katsuki Bakugou, my fiance.”

Katsuki was visibly stunned by your words, “Tch...you really are too good for me, you know that?” He then clears his throat roughly. “I'm still getting used to someone giving enough of a damn to stick around through my crap.

He glances over at you, red eyes glinting with rare vulnerability, making you shrink into your seat.

“But I'm goddamn grateful you see something in me worth loving...even the scrawny, hotheaded kid I used to be. You make me want to be worthy of that.

He gives your hand another squeeze before focusing on the road again, seemingly too choked up to continue. But the silence is comfortable, understanding passing between you…

“I've always seen your worth, Katsuki. The real you. And I'll never stop choosing that - past, present, and future. I'm the lucky one.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips as he tries to regain his usual bravado, ”Damn straight you are. Don't you forget it.

Suddenly as the time flew by, Katsuki pulls up infront of your apartment.

"Alright, we're here." He puts the car in park and turns towards you. "Thanks for coming with me tonight. I know it was probably a lot to deal with those misfits all at once."

You chuckled at his words, “I had an amazing time. Thank you for allowing me into that part of your life. It means everything." You glance out the window at the dark, quiet street and then speak. "Though I suppose we'll have to get used to being in the limelight as a couple now, huh?"

Katsuki comedically grunts, "You don't know the half of it. I caught a few paparazzi rats lurking around the venue trying to get shots of us. Expect some kind of wedding announcement by morning." You laugh, shaking your head in amused disbelief. "Well, I did sign up for the full celebrity experience when I said yes, didn't I?" You said slyly.

"Damn right you did. Just think though… pretty soon those vultures will be camped outside our place day and night."

You scoff, "our place?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly. "Feeling pretty confident there, Mr. Dynamight."  

Katsuki’s smirk deepens as he leans back cockily. "You know it, future Mrs. Bakugo."

You shake your head, still chuckling as you unbuckle your seatbelt. "In that case, I should get some rest for the chaos that lies ahead. Early morning patrol calls." You say as you tap the window.

Katsuki nods, "same here, they need their number one on the streets."

You open the car door but pause before stepping out, turning back towards Katsuki. A warm smile graces your lips, "thank you again...best surprise ever. I'll see you soon?" you look at him with a sparkle that he can’t resist.

"Yeah...soon."

There's a weighted pause before he suddenly leans forward, calling out your name in a low rumble, "Hey...come here for a sec?" You oblige without thinking, leaning down towards the open window. Katsuki's calloused hand cups your cheek as he nears your face, the distance getting shorter and shorter.

“Let me kiss you.”

You stare into Katsuki’s amber eyes and down at his soft lips before biting your own.

“So do it.”

Quickly pressing his lips firmly against yours. The kiss is ardent yet amazingly tender—full of promise, gratitude, and a love that somehow still catches you off guard. When you finally part, you're breathless, searching his molten eyes…

"Isn't it bad luck to kiss the bride before the wedding?" you teased lightly, breathing warm against each other's lips. Katsuki huffs a laugh, "when have I ever given a damn about stupid superstition?" 

His thumb brushes your cheekbone softly as his eyes flicker from your lips to eyes, taking in every fiber of your being. Never to take one feature as a mistake. "Had to properly start getting used to being able to do that anytime I want."

You lean into his touch with a content sigh before finally pulling away. "On that note...I'll see you tomorrow, fiance."

With one last, lingering look, you turn and head towards your door, a dopey smile plastered on your face. As you disappear inside, you can hear the sound of his car revving and speeding off into the night.

You enter your apartment, still grinning from ear to ear after that breathtaking kiss with Katsuki. Kicking off your shoes, you flop down on the bed and reach for your phone. It's then you realize it's still powered off since the reception. As it powers back on, you're bombarded with a flurry of missed calls and texts from your sister.

"Huh? What's all this about?" You mumble to yourself as you scroll through the messages with furrowed brows…

You blink slowly, the words seeming to sap the euphoric warmth from your body. A creeping sense of dread trickles in as you re-read that final text.

"The plan…"

Flashes of the evening flutter through your mind— the rare tender moments you shared, being accepted by his friends, that ardent, loving kiss. But now they're tainted by a spreading sense of unease.

You felt ill at the sight of her text messages.

“This is all just a feeling that will pass, right.”

This isn’t real.

Sinking back onto the mattress, you groan. "Oh god...why do I feel like this?"

Tears sting your eyes as you scroll through old messages with your sister, painting a more sinister picture. This was all premeditated...you were supposed to seduce Katsuki, not fall for him!

"How could I have been so blind? The great hero Dynamight...he's too good for someone like me and he knows it. This was all too good to be true..." You whispered brokenly.

Emotionally and physically drained, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, your sister's damning words burning into your mind over the echoes of Katsuki's vows and tender promises.

"Capture him and make him hold on for dear life."

WHY DID MY OWN FIC MAKE ME FLUSTERD... GUYS TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT AND THE SERIES IS OVER OMGGG

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✈️🐈🍎🤔 for kassi and diric?

oc details! | TWO-FER!

Kassi - ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?: Kassi actually grew up in a nomadic tribe, so for her home is wherever her tribe is! Kassi loves roaming and traveling, so when she does end up leaving her tribe the travel is less impactful on her than the culture shift (nomadic -> sedentary, first city, the whole shebang). I don't think she'd ever want to settle in one place, since wandering is too ingrained in her. 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?: Oh I think Kassi would love to have a massive social circle, as she loves interacting with new people and learning about them! It's also her primary method of getting information: look sweet and harmless then get all the juicy intel. It sometimes backfires since she's. Yanno. Scrawny-skinny-twitchy necromancer. But Kassi doesn't let that stop her! 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?: Kassi was born in a region of the world called the Cursed Lands; they're called cursed bc many years before, the growing civilization of necromancers ended up in the middle of a civil war where a little planar rip spilled demons out into their main settlements (it also triggered a firestorm in the further-north nations, good times) and reduced them to the roaming tribes of the present day. Aside from the occasional demon strike, Kassi does love her homeland: broad sweeping steppes and rolling plains, horizon from end to end until you reach the (explosive crater!) mountains to the north. If she wasn't sent north, Kassi would absolutely still be in the Cursed Lands. That whole region is big enough, most of her people never leave. 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc’s quirks/mannerisms?: Aside from little recognition for personal space/property, Kassi is exceptionally fidgety. Hand her something to crinkle, it'll be crunched within a few minutes; if she doesn't have anything, she could start biting her nails and cuticles or rub at some of her spell/invocation tattoos. If she has to be still, Kassi will have some twitches and flinches just completely instinctively. Her brain runs fast and her body always tries to keep up.

Diric - ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?: Diric doesn't mind traveling but deep down he wants to Settle Down. Trick is where; he's got no interest in returning to his mother's household (since he was basically locked up in his room until he became legal) so part of traveling is finding where he can set up for himself. He'd like to be settled on the surface near the ocean, close to a city but not in it. 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?: Few close friends, absolutely. Diric is very charismatic when he wants to be, but his social skills outside of to-the-point soldiering and more relaxed socializing are not very good. (Please don't ask him to go into politics. Never a good sign if he has to make a Big Speech.) But he's most comfortable with a few people he knows he can trust completely so he can be open with his thought processes and any emotional strife he might be going through. This has, of course, gotten him burned so there may be times where he ends up intensely solitary. 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?: (setting some re-generalizing as the campaign Dir was in has been suspended) Diric was born in a major Drow city where Lolth's influence is limited (yay), though his father was a surfacer and he was forced to grow up in hiding as his mother, Alyrinda Kilvajon, has some rank within the city as an ambassador to some of the surface areas. Diric hates his birth city. Hates it hates it. Hates the politics, hates that he had to be hidden for no reason he's aware of, hates that when he did get the freedom to try and establish his own life he was assigned to the army unit full of society's dregs and was told to go into the Underdark and die. He doesn't live there and has no intention of returning unless there is literally nowhere else that will take him. 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc’s quirks/mannerisms?: God I've been playing him for nearly five years and this is HARD. Dir's a broody-brooder so 90% of the time if he's just listening to something he's got a brood on (it's very sexy). He also likes to do a combination yoga/sword drill workout in the mornings so he can get his headspace right and wake up his body, which is especially useful when his body got stretched an extra foot thanks to Bahamut deciding he was a good boy.

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About Lily Tabris

My problematic fave's very own about page, Lily Tabris the Warrior Elf from the Denerim alienage in DAO. FC: Younger Elena Satine, I go iconless for the game. Super long Red hair and tattoos on her face.

Triggers: she very blunt speaks of how the noble son of the Arl, Vaughan, intended to use her and the other female elves (on her wedding day too) so while I don't plan on having her dwell too much on it you should obviously blacklist 'noncon references' and all that comes from being abused by humans and bloodsheds.

Wanted interactions: Dragon Age characters. Potentially with other elven-friendly characters too (various videogames, the Witcher, Lord of the Rings). Open to romantic interactions with: Zevran, Alistair, but also chemistry based, she's demi-romantic heterosexual, attracted to elves first, humans, Qunari, less likely to date humans if they aren't super sweet/convincing.

Things about Lily: -she obviously kills Vaughan together with everyone else and takes full blame, sparing Soris from it. Keeps Nelaros ring on her finger as a reminder of what happened -most of the time after the initial adjustment she'll be TRYING to be a part of the group, not just the leader, but she's very awkward about it. She's too blunt, too ready to fight, too unsure of HOW to be nice in the first place, she didn't even have close friends besides her family members before she became like this, but the fact that she always makes sure to find souvenirs and gifts to casually toss in their direction is probably enough to know that she's trying. -extremely prejudiced against humans given their treatment of elves in her alienage. very okay with murder and gore. Whether I write it or not she swears a LOT. -Resting Dead Eyes Face -Demiromantic heterosexual with an attraction that goes elf > human > Qunari but it would take a hell of a convincing or sweet guy to convince her to date a human. Never been in love before. -misses her warrior mother dearly.

DAO Companions -absolutely would sleep with Zevran. Like almost immediately. If a romance happens she'll be the last to know. Zevran may have to spell it out. -Alistair is an exception to her being snapp-y/suspicious of humans/aggressive, he has been too adorable from the beginning for Lily to be able to be mean. She begrudgingly has to be nice. -that said even her aggression goes away if it's not provoked. -Gives more of a shot to non-humans, but if the other companions try hard enough she'll overcome her diffidence. -usually takes Zevran in her party with Wynne for her healing magic and either Shale or Sten for laughs and support when she wants to just go ahead and slaughter bad guys without thinking too much

Chaotic Good/Neutral? -doesn't care about politics, doesn't care about mages vs templars and chantry, about blood magic, apostates, werewolves, demons. Basically: you are a mage who hurts people? You die. Otherwise you are left alone. You are a templar who abuses mages? You die. Otherwise you are fine. You made a pact with a demon and are fine with it? Good luck, not her business. You hurt eleves? you die. You are an innocent person in danger? She'll complain but try to save you. -despite everything she helps people aND HATES THAT SHE CARES -tries to save Connor (sends Morrigan after asking her if she can do it), saves the mages in the Circle, pushes Alistair to be king so he can make a change, kills Loghain herself. -Later she'd be fighting for Elves rights all over Thedas. Would end up fighting the Dalish and killing them because she was lied to about the werewolves. Helps Bhelen. Awakening: -A very quiet and pissed off Warden Commander because Zevran apparently was busy elsewhere and when left by herself she reverts to grumpy as hell. DA2 -Will show up in DA2 to check on Anders despite him not being an elf because she's loyal to people who have fought with her. She doesn't understand half of what happened in Kirkwall but would stand by Fenris wanting to kill the mage who enslaved him AND give safe passage to Anders after he blows up the Chantry because she gets it. DAI -Will show up in DAI because she was contacted by Alistair who told her about weird Callings for all Wardens and wanted to look into it. There since Haven. Diplomatic nightmare so Josephine would keep her busy giving her missions and people to kill. Though it's been ten years and she's somewhat less of a physical menace if not provoked

If she's in a position of follower-advisor -if you are in any way trying to order her around, dominate her, if you basically remind her of the alienage, she will despise you. Either she'll fight you and leave or if she cannot do that she will get away from you anyway. So if she's a companion she can only be one to a friendly Grey Warden who isn't bossy in the slightest. No Hawkes or Inquisitors are allowed to be in direct charge of her or she's out.

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It's so lazy and telling just how poorly the narratives/fandom treat characters like Anders,Daenerys and even Edelgard from Fire Emblem. The fact that these characters are all trying to either improve the lot treatment of their people or to help the disenfranchised and they get demonised in the process is definitely not a coincidence. I hate it..

Answer:

It's because of centrism and conservatism fam. Let's take a look at Amber from Invincible

She is also treated the same way, Amber is the black girl who became a sacrificial lamb for the fandom to hate because she is very vocal with her progressive stance, take a look

I know when Mark's friends mentioned that Amber is into '3rd wave feminism' the narrative will portray her in a negative light

Amazon/whatever framed her really bad with their narrative and I feel like she is intentionally made worse compared with Atom Eve so it'll be easier for them to ship Mark with Eve ( i don't hate Eve tho, i like her ) whenever there's a loud progressive person in media, they'll demonized by centrist and conservative people

The narrative in invincible made you questioning Amber motive and whatever she knew Mark was a superhero or not, and that college arc... OOF i know that's the climax when the narrative painted her in this negative light

Take a look at magneto and how for YEARS he's framed as the 'bad oppressed' and a foil to the 'good oppressed' like Xavier

Daenerys? I think Lindsay Ellis made a good video about this matter. I stand by my queen Danny and she was so wronged in last season

I also found Tyrion monologue to be insulting, about how first Danny came for slavers and then she came after other people, THAT'S A MONOLOGUE FROM HOLOCAUST

There's also people subconscious politics that bleed into their fandom perspective and choice, let me explain it:

There's literally people who defending slavery because they don't like how Danny rocked the boat and radically changing the system. Sure you can agree or disagree with how Danny executed the slavers, but... When DND wrote that monologue equating Daenerys with Nazi and people defending slavery, that's because they feel uncomfortable with radical progressive changes. Subconsciously people are affected by their politics what they believe in from day to day, even though they insisted that they don't bring politics into fandom

Or they are 'apolitical' which is bs

Privilaged non progressive people when they sees Danny, Anders, Magneto, Amber or any revolutionaries often feels threatened even though progressive changes for the betterment of the oppressed wouldn't destroy their lives

The fact that DND absolutely shitting on Danny and had the audacity to comparing her with Hitler showed that their inner, subconscious politics bleed into what they wrote.

They are cis straight white men and definitely not progressive no matter what they say, also David Benioff's father is the former Fucking Goldman Sachs chairman. Now look, I'm not saying that if someone is rich then they are automatically morally bankrupt or horrible ( yes yes too many rich people are horrible but i think people like Markiplier and Dolly Parton are fine )

But my analysis from their politics, the way they handled GOT especially the last two season and their background. I can concluded that DND inner centrist/conservative and privilaged are the reason why Danny was demonized so bad

(Besides they are just shit and wanted to get into star wars as fast as possible and tossing GOT aside) Danny represented the very real fear for privilaged conservative/centrist ruling class who doesn't want things to change, who wanted to keep things that way and keep the oppressed under their boots for their own gain

I have an analysis of fandom and the subconscious politics in my draft ( it's an answer to another anon ask ) and I'll explain more in-depth about politics in fandom and why people thinking and acting in a certain way

Also some people have such a boner for 'morally grey' which is basically a shield to justify shitting takes and shitty politics

Also Danny treated so badly because she is a WOMAN, she's a VOCAL PROGRESSIVE WOMAN. If there's one of many things that patriarchy conservative/centrist people hates it is a woman who is willing to take action

If she's a man, the hate wouldn't be this much

I bet there will be people cheering and horny for male!Danny conquering Westero. But female Danny? Eviiiillll hysterical wooomaaan

No matter how much some people insisting that they don't want to bring politics or social stance into fandom or anything. You can't be apolitical, it's just impossible and your action is also shaped by your political stance as well

Hence why they'll act like this: "DONT BRING POLITICS!" But then they proceed to make post about how much they hate Anders or Danny or whoever. It's their political subconscious affecting their action even though they denied this political side of themselves...

If you are an adult humans, you cannot be apolitical nope... You can't...

It's require a certain amount of privilege or delusion to be an 'apolitical' person

Also Anders my beloved

The demonization of Anders by bioware also affected by centrism and fandom ( that become even more blatant in DAI ) and the subconscious politics, the discomfort of privilaged people or people influenced by conservatism who doesn't want to see changes, who doesn't want to see revolution, who insist that peace is always an option because they are coddled by the privilage of living in a first world country which government using 'violence is never the answer' to condemned oppressed people like black people from fighting back in an effort to keep the status quo the same...

They'll say that violence is never the answer to keep the oppressed in line but it's okay for the oppressor to do whatever and keep what they are doing because;

'It is tradition'

'it is the way it is'

'do not rock the boat'

Also fear... the oppressor and subconscious's people fear who are not directly contributing to oppression but still profiting or reaping the fruit of labor from oppression.

They are scared that they'll lose privilege, scared of retribution and change.

So they'll do anything to keep the status quo

I think Jennifer Hapler is affected by these things i said above ( her with this more positive biases to sebastian than to Anders)

It's even more weird with people like Gaider, he's gay but he doesn't like Anders because Anders is too optionated? Because Anders too loud in his politics?

Tbh Gaider has man shitty takes

Also the way bioware shitting on Anders seems kinda ableist to me. ALSO, LOOK FIRST OF ALL I'M SOLAS SIMP OKAY! I LOVE SOLAS

But... I see that Bioware hyping Solas in a more positive way more than they ever do to Anders.

Although I KEEP SAYING that Solas wouldn't be the villain of DA4, antagonist? Sure. Main villain? No, is Solas is just muahahaha evil? No

We have to admit that his action also violent just like Anders. But, Bioware team hyping and gushing over Solas is such a different treatment with what happened to Anders

I'm a person who believe in righteous violence and I know rebellion cannot be realistically uwu nice like what privileged western world wanted

Also my blog is safe space for Solas, Anders and Danny fans

( Once again i love Solas to death okay, just like how i love Anders, Dorian and Francois )

Talking about bioware biases huh

They even humanized celene?! And Celene can be with Briala? While she killed more than Hawke and his friends? And she caused more harm than Anders ever did

For FUCK SAKE bioware tried to white wash templar and chantry ( failed tho )

Unfortunately I'm not familiar with Edelgard but i think all of those points above can be applied to why some people might hate him/her/them

GRRM quotes

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt~ hoping you'll like it ♥️

Things between the Nie brothers are not always nice and happy, they fight, just like any other pair of brothers, and sometimes things are said, sometimes these things are heavy and painful. Sometimes they're said in the wrong moment (maybe at the eve of a battle? Sunshot campaign?) and huaisang doesn't know what to do with the broken look his brother gives him before leaving the unclean realm. Because what if he doesn't return? What if the last thing he said to him was how much he hated the man he became?

Labyrinth - ao3

“But I didn’t mean to wish him away!” Nie Huaisang cried out.

“That’s really too bad,” the goblin king said, looking pleasant and humble and charming the way he always did, even in his cape of glittering gold and high-browed hat. “I wish there was something I could do for you, but the rules are the rules. You wished him away, and I took him.”

“Aren’t you supposed to only take babies?” Nie Huaisang demanded.

“Your brother’s enough of a crybaby to count, it’s close enough.”

“It is not!” Nie Huaisang wrung his hands. “You don’t understand, the last thing I said to him was that I hated him! Meng Yao, please!”

“It’s Jin Guangyao,” the goblin king corrected. His smile looked a bit strained. “Listen, do you think I’m happy about this? He’s my sworn brother! I’m only doing what I have to –”

“Oh, save it for Lan Xichen,” Nie Huaisang growled. “Show me the labyrinth already.”

“You’re going to face the labyrinth,” the goblin king said. His voice was very polite, and yet still expressed significant doubt. “You.”

“Yeah, me!”

“You remember that it goes ‘through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered’, right? Not ‘through a nice teacher and a forgiving grading system’?”

“Yeah, well, your father is a fragging aardvark. Let me at the labyrinth already!”

-

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

The life-sized animated puppet blinked at him. “You – don’t want my help?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“You haven’t even gotten into the labyrinth yet!”

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t have a chance to get in,” Nie Huaisang said, patting around his sleeve and pulling out a fan. “So I’m just going to walk over and beat at the wall till something happens.”

The puppet followed him, staring blankly. Quite a change from his original apologetic ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy with my own things, I really can’t help you, also it’s too dangerous and you shouldn’t go’ response.

“You were blackmailing me to help you just a moment ago,” the puppet said after a little. “Don’t you need a guide?”

“Listen, I’m bad at memorizing things and I’m a little useless, but I’m not actually dumb,” Nie Huaisang said, fanning himself. “Jin Guangyao is a demon of the mind above all else, and the labyrinth is supposed to be ‘fair’ – which means, more than likely, that the labyrinth is a reflection of the subconscious, specially tailored to each person’s strengths and weaknesses. And that means that you, who sound exactly like Lan Xichen, are almost certainly a set-up sent by Jin Guangyao to ‘reluctantly’ aid me and then betray me.”

“Uh,” Lan Xichen-the-puppet said. “My name’s Hoggle, actually.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, er-ge…A-ha!” Nie Huaisang beamed at the gates that automatically opened. “Perfect!”

-

“Oh, don’t go that way,” the worm said. “Never go that way. And are you sure you don’t want to come in for a cup of tea?”

“No time,” Nie Huaisang said. “Thanks a lot – wait.”

The worm blinked at him.

“You’re a pretty attractive worm, in a slimy sort of way,” Nie Huaisang said, frowning at him.

The worm blinked again. “Why, thanks!”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Is your name Su She, by chance?”

“Definitely not!”

“Mm. Oddly vehement of you. Never mind. Just, quick, could you tell me exactly why do I not want to go that way?”

-

“I don’t suppose straight ahead is an option?”

The hands-faces stared at him.

“I’m just saying, I feel like most of my problems so far have come from the fact that I decided to accept the whole concept of turns. It seems like a mistake.”

“…it’s a labyrinth,” another set of the hands said. “You have to make turns!”

Nie Huaisang shook his head mournfully. “I should’ve brought Baxia or something and just – ZIP. Gone straight through. You know what I mean?”

“I’m dropping you in the oubliette regardless of your decision,” the first set of the hands said. It sounded a bit like Sect Leader Yao. “Just so you know.”

“My life is so hard,” Nie Huaisang sighed. “So hard! Do you know what it’s like to be overlooked by everyone? Do you know how hard I have to work at being this useless?”

“Drop him,” the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Ouyang said, and the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Yao said, “Yes. Now!”

Down Nie Huaisang went.

-

“I can take you back to the beginning of the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen offered.

“What, and waste all that time? I have a time limit, er-ge!”

“It’s better than being stuck in an oubliette. That’s where they put people to forget about them, you know.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes filled with tears. “You want to forget me, er-ge? You think I’m useless, don’t you? A good-for-nothing, who’ll never amount to anything –”

“Please don’t cry.”

“ER-GE! WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME!”

“Please stop crying!”

-

“So what’s the point of you?” Nie Huaisang asked the Wise Man with the Talking Hat.

“Not everyone exists to contribute to your storyline,” the Talking Hat snapped at him. “Some of us’ve got our own problems. Now hand over the candy!”

“Don’t be mean,” the Wise Man said. He had a white cloth over his eyes, and was smiling like he found the hat funny.

“Awww, but daozhang…!”

“Different plotline entirely, I guess,” Nie Huaisang decided. “Probably just here as a foil. Shall we keep going, er-ge?”

“I can’t believe you scammed me to get out of the oubliette,” Lan Xichen mumbled. “I can’t believe…”

-

“Oh, leave him alone, he’s just sensitive!” Nie Huaisang snapped.

“Am not!” the upside-down creature snarled, curled up on itself and trying to hide from all those that had been hitting him. Its fur was a vivid sort of purple. “Go away!”

“Don’t you have some sort of special power to help you here,” Nie Huaisang asked him as he tried to get him down before the goblins came back with weapons. “Rocks, maybe?”

“…lightning?”

“Well then get to it, will you?” Nie Huaisang frowned. “Wait. Lightning, constantly being tormented, terrible at communication, and purple? You’re Jiang Cheng, aren’t you?”

“…maybe.”

“Well then get down faster! I need to copy someone’s notes here!”

-

“Leave me aloooooooone!” Nie Huaisang howled, running away from the measuring snake.

-

“Wow,” Lan Xichen said, holding his cheek. “You kissed me.”

“You saved me from the snakes,” Nie Huaisang said. “Can we focus on how we’re in this awful stinking bog?”

“It’s not that bad!” a voice piped up. “I don’t smell anything!”

Nie Huaisang turned to stare, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course you don’t,” he said. “I bet the total absence of a sense of smell helps when you eat spicy food, Wei-xiong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with spicy food!”

“You’re short,” Nie Huaisang informed the small goblin-like creature with the big grin and the red ribbon in its hair. It looked vaguely fox-like, or possibly like certain large breeds of rabbit.

“Why you..!” Wei Wuxian crossed his furry little paws over his chest. “Just for that, I’m not going to help you.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Huaisang said. “Really. That’s awful…oh no! A dog!”

Wei Wuxian jumped high into the air. “A dog?! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Save me!”

Much to Nie Huaisang’s surprise, a furry dog immediately darted out of nowhere – only Wei Wuxian didn’t seem afraid of it, but rather hid behind it, teeth chattering.

Truly, Nie Huaisang reflected, the eyes of love are blind.

“I think the ‘dog’ is gone now,” he said. “Your brave and noble Lan Wangji must’ve scared him away.”

Wei Wuxian’s head popped out from behind dog-Wangji. “Well, Lan Zhan is really cool…hey. Are you trying to manipulate me?”

“Is it working?”

“No!”

“So you won’t help me?”

“No!”

“Not even if it means you get to figure out a really tricky puzzle?”

“No – wait. A puzzle?”

“I can’t believe this is going to work,” Lan Xichen muttered from behind Nie Huaisang. “I mean, I can. But also…Wangji…I love you, but you could do so much better than this.”

-

“Ugh,” Nie Huaisang said. “I’m so thirsty.”

“Have some Emperor’s Smile,” Lan Xichen said, offering a jar.

“Amazing,” Nie Huaisang said, accepting it and taking a swing. “I had my doubts, you know, but you’re actually good for something after all, er-ge –”

-

The golden bird was Nie Huaisang’s favorite.

He’d worked so hard to bring it back to his aviary – it couldn’t be forced, he knew; it would play along at first but in the end it would turn on you and bite you. It had to be coaxed with gentleness and kindness, approached indirectly so as not to spook it, convince it that you really did mean well – that you were harmless, that it had no reason to fear you. It was arrogant, too, proud of its shining feathers and ashamed of the brown plumage of its chick days, which still remained visible on its tender underbelly. Ironically, that was Nie Huaisang’s favorite part of it, the soft and gentle part; it might not be as pretty as the gold, but it felt more genuine.

Nie Huaisang smiled as he brushed the beautiful feathers, and the golden bird allowed him. He felt cherished, treasured. So what if he had to hide all the sharp parts of himself to get this close?

It was fine. He didn’t like to be sharp.

He wanted to be soft. Soft and gentle, careless and free, relaxed and without effort, good for nothing –

Wait.

No!

-

“It’s all junk,” Nie Huaisang hissed at the pile of burning fans, tears in his eyes. “I want my da-ge!”

-

“You’re all right!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, helping pulled Nie Huaisang up.

“Huaisang-xiong,” Jiang Cheng said, looking relieved. “You’re back.”

“We have to go to the temple beyond the Goblin City,” Nie Huaisang said, teeth gritted together. “We have to. I won’t let that bastard…we’re going to go there and throw all his damned tricks right in his face!”

“Just us?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I mean, I’m awesome, Lan Zhan is fantastic, and of course Jiang Cheng is great, too, but…uh…there’s a lot of goblins in the city.”

“We’ll sneak in,” Nie Huaisang said. “He thinks he’s sidelined me entirely – he thinks I’m useless. He won’t be expecting me to get this far.”

“I can get help,” Jiang Cheng said. “I have friends.”

“…not to be rude, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said. “But – really?”

-

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said, eyeing the pile of rocks following Jiang Cheng around, each one painted with a name. One of the names was yellow. Two were in white, with forehead ribbons. “This is fine. I feel like it says something really rude about my empathy for and interest in our junior generation, or lack thereof, but you know what? I don’t care. It’s fine.”

-

“You saved me,” Nie Huaisang said blankly, looking at Lan Xichen, who shrugged, abashed. The remains of the mechanical temple guard were scattered all over. “Over – him?”

“Huaisang –”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said, holding up his hands. “Don’t. Don’t…I don’t want to hear you talk.”

Lan Xichen’s head dropped down and he looked at the ground. “You knew from the beginning what I was like,” he murmured. “I never tried to hide it –”

“I forgive you for being what you are,” Nie Huaisang told him, and Lan Xichen looked up at him, startled and pleased. “I forgive you for not having the backbone to stand up against Jin Guangyao for me – or for da-ge. For being willfully blind for so long, for needing someone else’s proof of his ill-intentions, for always picking him first, for never trusting me…I forgive you, even if you’d never forgive me for the same.”

He dashed away the angry tears in his eyes.

“I just wish this wasn’t a fucking metaphor.”

-

Nie Huaisang left the fighting to the people who knew what to do – Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng, even the rock-juniors – and went to the temple at the center of the city alone.

Some things, he knew, needed to be done alone, even if it was the type of alone when you were surrounded by other people. Even when those other people stood by his side and made him promise that if he needed them, he would only need to call. Some things…

“I want my da-ge back,” he said to the maze of stairs.

“Then go and find him,” Jin Guangyao replied, looking smug, and Nie Huaisang had to go up and down all those fucking stairs, because Jin Guangyao was nothing if not predictable with his trauma, looking all over, looking for –

Looking for pieces.

“It’s just a metaphor,” he whispered to himself, ignoring how tears were streaming down his face. “It’s just – I need to put him back together, it’s fine. I’m not too late – I’m not too late –”

-

Jin Guangyao held Nie Mingjue’s head in his hands, blinded and gagged and bound with talismans, pulled out of whatever oubliette he'd shoved it into to forget about what he'd done. “Beware, Huaisang,” he said, still smiling. Always smiling. “I’ve been generous up until now, but I can be cruel.”

Nie Huaisang laughed, scoffing. “Generous? What have you done for me that’s generous?”

“Everything! Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve done – I cared for you, I gave you attention, I got you out of work, doing your schoolwork for you and coming up with excuses to get you out of saber training. I gave you presents, fans and pretty clothing, and when that brute of a brother of yours tried to take them from you, I rescued you. And then I even managed your sect for you, answered all of your questions, any time you had – Huaisang, I’m exhausted trying to live up to your expectations of me. Isn’t that generous?”

Nie Huaisang bared his teeth. “Half of those are burdens that only fell on me because of you. Why should it matter to me that cleaning up your own mess and satisfying your own guilt is hard? Why should I pay such a price when all I wanted was to be your friend? When all da-ge wanted was to be your friend? How dare you, Meng Yao!”

“Huaisang…” Jin Guangyao shook his head mournfully. “Huaisang, the last step here is to say the words to break the spell. But you were never good at memorization, were you?”

Nie Huaisang bit his lip until he drew blood.

“Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered,” he said. “I have fought my way here to the temple beyond the goblin city –”

“Huaisang, stop! Look at what you’re risking here. You know how everyone loves me – do you think anyone will forgive you for taking me down, for tricking them all? You’ll be all alone!”

I already am, Nie Huaisang thought.

“My will is as strong as yours,” he said. “And my kingdom is as great…”

His voice trailed off.

“I ask for so little,” Jin Guangyao said beseechingly, convincingly, looking just like he always did, like the man who'd been their friend. “Just let me fool you, and you can have anything you want. No responsibilities, no stress, a life of your own. You can even have Lan Xichen, if that’s what you want…”

What’s the last line, Nie Huaisang thought, hating himself for being such a poor student, for cramming things into his mind without any order, for never being able to retain a single drop of it no matter how hard he tried. What is it? Why can’t I ever remember?

“It’d be so easy,” Jin Guangyao crooned. “Much easier than this. Just fear me, love me, believe me, and I’ll be your slave.”

Sharp teeth in a false smile.

Nie Huaisang shook in terror. He couldn’t – his da-ge needed him – he couldn’t be afraid, couldn’t be a coward, couldn’t be good-for-nothing – couldn’t let Jin Guangyao win – couldn’t let him –

That was it.

Nie Huaisang raised his head until his eyes met his enemy’s.

Sensing something wrong, Jin Guangyao’s eternal smile dimmed, and he began to step forward, reaching out, but it was too late.

“You have no power over me,” Nie Huaisang declared, and the world within a world collapsed.

-

Nie Huaisang opened his eyes.

-

Nie Huaisang sat in his desk in the Unclean Realm, trying to amuse himself by trying to figure out what exactly he’d eaten the night before that had given him such bizarre dreams. It was not successful, on account of him being alone.

Alone, just as he had been every night, and every day as well, since the success of his scheme at the Guanyin Temple.

Just as the dream-Jin Guangyao had threatened.

It wasn’t that Nie Huaisang regretted what he had done – the dream was clear enough about that; he’d do it all again in a heartbeat if he had to. But in the dream he’d been working alongside his former friends, with Lan Xichen betraying but then returning to him, with Wei Wuxian dragging Lan Wangji around, with stone-faced Jiang Cheng and the rather interchangeable junior squad behind him…and in his dream, in the end, they’d let him go to take his revenge, telling him that if he needed them for any reason, he could just call.

Just call, and they’d come back to him. Instead of turning from him in disgust, they’d stand by his side…

“Stupid subconscious,” Nie Huaisang mumbled to himself. “What do you expect? That I'd write to them and say ‘for no real reason at all, I find that I rather need you’?”

Silence answered him.

“Well, I do,” he said with a sigh, putting his chin on his hands. “Does that make you happy? I do need you.”

“You do?” Wei Wuxian’s voice rang out, and Nie Huaisang jumped nearly out of his skin. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Nie Huaisang turned, staring: it was Wei Wuxian at the door, the human version of him, and of course there was Lan Wangji right before him, and Jiang Cheng, and the (still mostly interchangeable) juniors, and – and even Lan Xichen, who Nie Huaisang was sure had gone into seclusion with no intent to leave.

“What are you doing here?” Nie Huaisang squeaked. And why hadn’t any of his sect disciples warned him?

“We just bullied our way though the door before anyone could stop us,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully, answering the unspoken question first. “As for the rest – it turns out that I had the strangest dream the other night, really, truly bizarre, and obviously I had to tell Lan Zhan all about it, except it turned out he had a strange dream too.”

Nie Huaisang’s jaw dropped. “But –”

“I felt da-ge’s qi woven into the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen said quietly. “I thought it’d have long ago dissipated or been locked away, but – it was there, in every stone, in every turn. Every obstacle that didn’t really hurt you, every goblin that was more silly than scary…he was there. It was unmistakable.”

Nie Huaisang swallowed. The story of the labyrinth, baby-stealing wish-granting goblin king and all, had been one that Nie Mingjue had told him as a bedtime story, when he'd been a child in need of comfort; he hadn’t thought of it in years before last night. “But…why…?”

“Because Chifeng-zun has a demented sense of humor?” Jiang Cheng suggested, looking irritated.

“Jiujiu means that he hasn’t had that much fun in years, and also that you should throw a party,” Jin Ling said. “You are hosting all three of the sect leaders of all the other Great Sects. Also, why were we rocks?”

“Uh, no idea,” Nie Huaisang said. “Da-ge’s weird sense of humor, no doubt! Anyway, did you say party? I can do a party!”

He rushed out of the room, calling for his servants, calling for them to bring food and wine and tea, and as he did, he looked out of the window – a golden bird was flying away, looking hunted as if something was chasing it, and even as he watched, it crossed the borders of the Unclean Realm and suddenly dissolved into a fizzle of golden dust.

Nie Huaisang put his hand on the stone wall, and felt a familiar echo.

A very familiar echo.

“Oh,” he said, to his servants, feeling somehow simultaneously sheepish and filled with joy. “And while you’re at it, can you bring me my saber? I seem to have – misplaced it…”