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bouncybongfairy · 1 year ago

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All Around Me

Void Stiles x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.

Word Count: 2.5k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)

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It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friend’s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt who’d just given birth. You sat on your mother’s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone.

Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)

You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parent’s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasn’t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didn’t have much mental focus for anything else.

You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You weren’t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying.

“Why are you acting scared?” the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest.

He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down.

“I asked why are you acting so scared?” he asked again.

“Because you’re scaring me,” you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away.

“Oh no, I know you don’t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?” he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend.

“Is this your little boyfriend?” he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes.

“Why are you with him if he’s not satisfying you?” he asked.

“He can sat-” you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully.

“Why do you keep lying?” he growled.

“H-how would you know if..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing.

“Do you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?” he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.

“Food, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, you’re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly can’t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? They’re scared to cross a line but that’s what’s different about them to me. I can’t be satisfied until I’ve crossed it,” he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.

Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldn’t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face.

“You need to relax, take a drag,” he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you weren’t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldn’t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall.

“Do you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldn’t be surprised but you can just ask,” he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it.

“You know..” he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, “your fear is different than other people, there’s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so that I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that I’ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,” he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.

He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldn’t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized you’d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didn’t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away.

“How are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,” he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that you’re looking at each other face to face.

“Your eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,” he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth.

“Holy fucking shit,” you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair.

“Oh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,” he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way you’d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum.

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,” he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you,

“Fuck I can’t get any closer,” he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down.

“Void I’m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,” you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip.

“Should I stop? I mean if you’re too sensitive then maybe I shouldn’t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,” he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle.

“Yeah that’s what I fucking thought,” he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you whispered, already half asleep.

“Rest now,” and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize it’s the crushed necklace from last night.

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peakyltd · 3 months ago

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Storm

John Shelby x Reader

A/N: Hiii! It's been a while. I haven't forget about this account or writing in general but time was not in my favor 🥲 I missed every single one of you and I'm glad I was finally able to finish this. About the one shot: I got my inspiration for this piece from the scene in season 3 under the pier with Arthur, John and Mrs. Changretta.

Warnings: Rage, mentions of war

Words: 1K

A soft breeze found it’s way trough the opened window of the kitchen, gently touching her skin while she was occupying herself to finish the fresh apple pie. She looked up briefly, her eyes catching the peaceful countryside that made the corners of her lips turn into a small smile. The gentle hue of the sun made it look even prettier and she already imagined John and herself sitting outside, enjoying their pie.

She carefully opened the oven before putting it inside, the feeling of the escaping heath against her face warned her to be careful. She wiped her hands on her apron after closing it and focused on the dishes that needed to be cleaned. Once she was almost finished she heard the front door open, letting her know that her husband had arrived.

Heavy footsteps came her way, followed by a soft touch on her lowerback. A smile crept onto her face as she turned to look at him. “Hello darling.” She greeted happily. “Hi love.” He murmured before pressing a light kiss onto her lips. “The apple pie is almost finished so I hope you’re in for it.” She smiled. “Mhm, smells good.” The lost look in his eyes and the lack of enthusiasm told her everything she needed to know.

While she dried her hands, John turned to leave the kitchen. “John, wait.” She called after him, stepping away from the counter. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes scanned his face, worried about his well being. “It’s nothin’'.” He took his cap off, holding it tightly in his hand while his jaw tensed. “Rough day today, that’s all.”

She gently grabbed his hand while stroking it with her thumb, a way to soothe him. “What happened?” She wondered. “Just business, just… leave it, yeah?” His eyebrows were knitted together while his response sounded rather annoyed. He turned away from her to continue his way out. “I can see it bothers you, love. You know you can talk to me.” She carefully tried again in hopes he wouldn’t torture himself with his own thoughts.

In a swift motion he turned around, throwing his cap her way and pointing his finger in her direction. While she tried to dodge his cap, his eyes widened and his face flushed with rage. “Shut up! Yeah?! Fuckin’ shut up!” His voice was loud while his breath quickened. “I told you it’s fuckin’ business. Now fuck off!”

She gulped at his sudden outburst, her eyes widened in hazy uncertainty. Neither of them making the first move to leave the kitchen. His narrowed eyes were overshadowed by anger but she noticed the glint of sadness lacing them. The tension in his face slowly faded while he looked at the woman he loved so dearly, knowing she meant well but his anger was getting the best of him too easily.

He turned around and left the space, eager to get outside. The sound of the heavy door slamming shut made her turn to watch him trough the window as he threw the first object he could find along the gravelly path, followed by many curse words and shouting.

A deep sigh fell off her lips while she felt the concern gnaw at her. The funny, charming and above all; sweet guy was still there but since his return from war, his ability to regulate his anger was barely there. He claimed he didn't came back with a trauma like his brothers but for his loved ones it became more visible with each outburst.

Sometimes she could calm him, sometimes he knew he just needed time and sometimes none of them knew how to handle it.

Her hand carefully rested on his broad back, letting him know that she was there. She kept quiet, not wanting to disturb his peace as she sat down next to him on a log. His head hung low, resting against his hands.

“You deserve better, y’know.” A low mumble came from his lips. “How can I get something better when I already have the best?” She looked at his frame while gently stroking his back. He shook his head softly. “Not the time for sarcastic jokes, eh.”

“It’s not sarcastic nor a joke.” She tilted her head, noticing his tear stained face. Her chest felt hollow at the sight as she wrapped her arms around him, carefully pulling him against her body. He rested his head against her chest, his arms finding their ways around her waist.

“He wanted me to kill her.” He confessed after a while. “I couldn’t do it, she’s a good woman.” Her hand gently stroked his hair. “Who?”

“Mrs. Changretta. She was our teacher. I remember her giving us sweets and…” He stopped, allowing himself to take a deep breath. “I fuckin’ threatened her, she was fuckin’ scared but I couldn’t do it.” He sat up straight.

She took his hand, stroking it softly with her thumb. “You made a good decision.” He turned his head to look at her, eyes tired and sore. “Her husband is dead, Arthur did it.” She nodded hesitantly at his words. “How is that a good decision?” Her gaze held his, no good excuse coming to mind. “You saved her.”

He looked down at his shoes, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe.”

Spoken words made place for silence as they held each others hand. The soft breeze found its way to them, slowly blowing trough their hair while the sun gently caressed their skin.

“I didn’t mean it.” John spoke up, turning his attention back to her. “I know I can’t take it back but I didn’t want you to shut up or fuck off. Not any of that. I’m sorry.” She squeezed his hand softly. “I know. It’s fine.” She assured him.

“You fuckin’ surprised me with apple pie which smelled so damn good and I just treat you like shit.” Her knuckles gently stroked his cheek while his remorseful gaze took her in. "I forgive you."

"I'll do better, I fuckin' promise." He added, his hands finding their way to the sides of her face, lips connecting with hers as they melted into a deep, meaningful kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, John.” She smiled, giving him one more kiss. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer to him as their bodies connected in a way that made the monster in him fall silent.

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @emotionalcadaver @runnning-outof-time @tea-atfive @raincoffeeandfandoms @lovemissyhoneybee

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year ago

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Ruins - Part XIX

Chapter 19

Wordcount 4,2k

Title Part XIX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: Hello again :) I've been so anxious about how this chapter would be, if the descritions would be ok, if it would be too short, too long, boring, over detailed, but finally it's published! I'm so happy and relieved! I feel like I've been putting too much expectations on the Psique's Ritual and my biggest fear was to mess up with it, but I think it's good the way it ended up.

The party after the ceremony will have much more happening, so I knew this chapter wouldn't be enough to tell everything, so wait for the next part and, for now, have some minor, "solar" conflict ;)

The morning of the wedding came still and warm, the first one of the Spring that your life was about to become.

You left your bed with the thought of a sweet expectancy, and with the happy consciousness of having left the weights and fears behind.

It looks like any other day of Valhalla, and it could be. Except for me and my loved ones.

Days ago, you finally managed to talk to your parents about the separation that waited for you in the near future. It was a calm conversation, sad in some points, but surprisingly relieving in others, and those hours you’ve spoken with each other were something that you would never forget.

You’ve been carrying those fears for too long, but you were glad you took the chance to express them while your parents were still there. You confessed to them that you avoided talking about the dreams because you didn’t understand them, and you didn’t want to make them worried; you also supposed that they wouldn’t understand it as well. But to them, the real meaning of the dreams was as surprising as it was to you, and they weren’t less happy, as they soon made you know.

You told them you were scared with the idea of not having them forever by your side, and that you didn’t feel ready to be a Queen. And, about this, they were more prepared than you expected.

– No one feels ready for great roles in life, my dear – your mother explained – But admitting this to yourself is the first step to learn how to assume a responsibility.

– Besides, you won’t be alone in this – your father corroborated – Hades-sama is an experienced, wise god, as far as we could see. He will guide you in everything you need.

– And he seems willing to do that! – your mother said with a smile – Seeing my girls being loved and well treated is the dream of any mother, and you’re going to make it a reality!

– We’re proud of you, y/n-chan!

You felt your throat tightening with those words.

– But you’re not afraid of our separation? You’re not worried that our time together is almost over?

That time, their smiles faded a bit, but not their confidence.

– Even if you stayed human, our time together would come to an end – your father replied – Still, we wouldn’t think too much about this, right?

– We would just live and enjoy our days together, as any family in our world would do – your mother said – This isn’t different. We’re happy to be your parents, and we’re glad for the time you’ve stood with us.

You were no longer able to hold back your tears. You jumped into their arms, squeezing them tight.

– I love you so much…

– We love you too, dear.

– We will love you always.

You had that moment in mind for all the time you prepared yourself to the ceremony, content that you had no regrets.

***

Though you woke up early, the real preparations only started by afternoon, since the ceremony would take place by the evening. Still, you were surprised with the agitation at Valhalla during those few hours: many gods, goddesses and other people were invited, and Hermes and the elves were too busy receiving them. You had the chance to see and even talk to a few of them and, contrary to what you were expecting, they treated you with kindness, as if you were already one of them, though some had peculiar ways to show their surprise, so that you guessed that there were gods that never saw a human being from close before, and others haven’t seen one in centuries.

Hades, on his turn, has been in constant contact with his brothers and solving some practical matters concerning your imminent travel to the Underworld. According to him, Adamas, who was finishing some administrative tasks in Hellheim, was going to arrive at the afternoon, as well as Poseidon. Zeus, on the other hand, has been there for a few days now, and you’ve talked to him about the ambrosia and the procedures involving it.

You didn’t sleep in the same room as the other disciples: you were given a separated space to rest and take ceremonial baths, according to the Greek traditions taught to you by Hades. After being visited by two elvish women who brought you the garment and the accessories, you went to the room where your sisters were, and counted on them to do your hair and your makeup. You showed them the hairpin Hades gave to you and asked them to help you compose a hairstyle with it; the girls were fascinated by its beauty, and it was hard to keep Ellie’s little hands away from it.

After chatting and helping them with their own garments, you called an elf to take them ahead of you to the great hall.

You were there alone meditating when Hermes came to guide you to the great hall where the wedding was going to happen. There was a moment of silence, when you held your breath, but then you stood up and opened your best smile.

– I’m ready.

He offered his arm to you, and with one last look in the mirror to confirm everything was alright, you accepted the invitation to leave the room.

***

That corridor wasn’t different from the one where your room was, through which you’ve walked so many times, so you had a general idea of how long it was. Still, you had mixed sensations about crossing it: sometimes, it looked like you were almost reaching the great hall, and other times you thought you were too far from it.

In the meantime, Hermes and you had a brief conversation.

– I still find it hard to believe we’ve reached this stage, Hermes-sama – you were saying – There was fear, curiosity, warmth, desperation and, finally, happiness. It’s just too much when we remember it has only been a few months!

– You’re right – the god responded with a smile – And it was an interesting experience to observe all of this happening.

You felt your eyes getting filled with tears.

– And it was a privilege to have your company in all of these moments. You’ve been a great friend, Hermes-sama.

Hermes made you turn a corner and stopped, turning to you and kissing your forehead just like he did in the kitchen when you told him you were going to accept Hades’ proposal.

– And you’ve been, and will continue to be, a great little sister, y/n-chan.

The treatment, used by him for the first time, almost made you undo your makeup by crying, but with great effort you managed to control yourself. Hermes then guided you to the end of that new corridor, and pushed the doors that were in front of you by its end.

Soft lights invaded the corridor and touched your faces like the promise of a good dream, and you were presented to the great hall where your family, gods, Zeus-sama and the King of the Underworld were waiting for you.

***

In front of you, there was a long, narrow path covered with a light carpet and petals of yellow narcissus taken from the fields you once visited at the Gardens. You smiled to the vision.

– Can’t believe he remembered the day when we crossed the narcissus paths – you whispered to Hermes.

– Hades-sama has a privileged memory, y/n-chan – was his reply.

You looked around and saw many other details on the decoration that reminded you of the encounters you had: chords of flowers hanging from the ceiling, rounded recipients full of water that resembled the fountains at the Gardens and marble statues on the corners.

There were people on both sides of the path, and all of them stood up at your arrival: at the right, there were gods and goddesses from many pantheons, aside from the Greek gods you’ve already knew, and at the left, you saw the human girls with whom you’ve shared the lodge, demigods, nymphs and other spirits of nature, elves and minor deities. You felt so small when you noticed all those people who were there to celebrate the peculiar union, some of them clearly wanting to see a human for the first time, as well as to witness the rare Psique’s Ritual. For a moment, you considered asking Hermes if the goddess was present to see the ritual that carried her name, but you stood quiet. And, when you saw all those eyes turning to you, all you could think of was running away, and the only thing that stopped you from doing it was the approaching of someone you loved – your father, who came to replace Hermes by your side. He offered his arm and you accepted it, walking toward the altar.

Hades was there at the left side, waiting for you with his hands behind his back, while his brother was in the middle of it, in front of a golden table. The man you loved was as beautiful as you’ve always seen him, but something in the lights made you think his godly nature has never been so evident, and the majesty in his figure set him apart even from his fellow gods. His eyes – that is, his left eye and the right one covered with the eye patch – were glued on you, and as you approached the altar, you noticed the glow of tears over his visible eye: his happiness was there for anyone to see, and that only deepened your love and admiration for him.

You father stopped with you in front of the altar, and Hades walked down the three stairs that separated you to meet you two. Your father released your arm and kissed your head, murmuring encouraging words to you; he turned to the groom and, with a nod, he walked to your mother’s side, in the first row of the left wing, where she was holding Ellie while Luna and Helena were with her.

When your father left, Hades and you exchanged whispered, sweet words and giggling.

– You’re scary today, my Lord – you joked about the eye patch.

– Today I need to be scary, my girl – he replied – There’s too much people watching.

He took your hand and led you to the first stair, where Zeus was waiting for you. He opened a brief smile, then turned to the table and took something from it; when he turned again, you saw a silver goblet in his hands, filled with a liquid that reminded you of wine – ambrosia, about which you’ve talked in your conversations concerning the ceremony. You already knew you would have to drink it before the wedding itself, but never thought too much about this moment until it finally came, so when the Lord of Heaven offered the goblet to you, your hands hesitated for a second, but then you grabbed the object and held it tight in front of you.

Zeus changed his posture, raising his hands and speaking with a firm, louder voice, different from the one you’ve got used to hear from his mouth.

– Before the eyes of all the immortal and mortal ones who are here, I, Zeus, Lord of Heavens and Head of the Greek House, declare the beginning of the Ritual of Psique. And I call you, human Y/n of the Ys/n Family, from Midgard, to take your part on it by drinking the blessed liquid – and, looking into your eyes, – Take it, now, and change to join divinity.

A heavy silence spread all over the great hall as the echo of the god’s words reached its deepest parts and died, and you felt everyone’s eyes burning your back. With a deep breath, you glanced inside the goblet and closed your eyes as you approached its brim from your lips, emptying the cup in a few seconds.

You would never be able to remember the exact taste of the ambrosia: you only remembered the sensation of a cold liquid filling your mouth, and a warmth appearing as it was poured down your throat, but instead of the familiar feeling of a liquid reaching your stomach, the ambrosia simply disappeared inside your body, and no remaining taste was noticed in your mouth; it was like you never consumed anything.

However, it didn’t take long for the effects to start showing.

While a heat wave spread all over your limbs, a tingling sensation started on your fingertips, under your nails, and all over your scalp, increasing slowly as if something was bubbling, or growing out of these parts; the sensation, however, reverberated in your entire body. You raised your hands and looked at your nails, gasping when you saw them changing their color from the natural one, under the transparent polish nail you chose, to a purplish shade, soft and pleasing to the eye; besides, they were now longer, but still followed the almond shape you used to wear.

You looked at Hades and found him staring at you, ecstatic; at the moment when you were going to touch your hair, feeling something strange after the tingling started, he approached his hand and took off the hairpin from it, and that time you were the surprised one: untying and spreading by themselves, a mass of curls and waves fell on your back and reached your ankles’ height; you held some strands and laughed when you saw that their color was also changed, but to a darker version of the nails’ purple.

Hades approached for the second time and, passing his hands around your head, he grabbed a few strands and tied them with the hairpin. He took the chance to reveal a third change, this one invisible to you until you had the chance to look into a mirror.

– Your eyes are now lilac, little one.

You opened your mouth in surprise, and Zeus intervened:

– Since you are on the growing spectrum, more changes are expected in the next days – he explained, in a lower, assuring tone – But the first seeds of your new nature are alive and awake. Welcome to the world of the gods, Y/n.

Your emotions were roaring inside you, but you kept composed and nodded in respect.

– Thank you, Zeus-sama.

You raised the goblet and Zeus took it, returning it to its place on the table. He then showed the crowd a second object: a small, silver plate where you saw two pieces of what looked like sesame cakes.

Now, the way for the wedding was free, as the god’s next words indicated.

– For now we have both god and goddess before us, there are no impediments for the marital contract to be sealed – he put the plate between you – You both, take them.

Hades and you took the cakes at the same time. That was the moment of the ceremony you were the most anxious to take part in: the exchange of the ceremonial food. It as a simple part, but you were afraid you would start laughing of nervousness, but fortunately none of this happened. Obeying Zeus’ orientations, Hades gave you his cake and you gave yours to him.

Zeus put the plate back on the table and, for the third time, took something from it: a large stray with a golden ring and a delicate earring of the same color. Hades took the earring and, moving your hair away with a gentle gesture, he put the jewel on your left ear; you took the ring from the stray and put it on his left hand, on his ring finger.

Zeus held your hands together for a moment, then made the announcement.

– By the powers of Heaven, I declare you husband and wife.

Those words, the concretization of something you’ve been dreaming of for months, brought hot tears to your eyes. Hades – now, your husband – pulled you closer and kissed you twice, the first time on your forehead, the second on your lips.

You both turned to the crowd, and watched with silent happiness as they received with smiles and claps the new couple and the new goddess.

***

The festivity that happened right after the ceremony, in the same rooms where the ball in which you’ve solved Hades’ enigma took place, was organized to receive the new family of the Greek pantheon and it was a good counterpoint for the solemnity of both the wedding and the ritual. Despite continuing to be the focus of the attentions beside your husband, you were more at will now, for your family was close, you already talked to the friends you’ve made on the lodge and had the opportunity to meet many gods and goddesses you’ve only knew by name.

And, about each of them, you formed curious opinions.

One of the first gods you met was from your own, new pantheon, and even when you’ve never saw him before, you’ve kind of guessed his identity once he appeared in front of you: a young man with pretty, delicate traits, dressed in extravagant, golden garment and with a long, pink hair falling on his back approached you two with the confidence of a king, bringing with him the heat you’d expect to feel outside your home in a Summer day.

As soon as he put his scrutinizing eyes on you, a feeling of being exposed to an intense light took over you, and you had to fight the impulse of hiding behind Hades.

I’m a goddess now. I can’t just shame myself this way.

The first words exchanged between you were said by the newcomer.

– If only I could tell you, big bro, how much I had to restrain myself from approaching the altar and examining her from close – the man stretched his hand and held your jawline, turning your face from one side to the other, as to not miss the smallest detail of your appearance – She’s such a beauty! – and, blinking an eye to your husband, – You’ve always had an eye for treasures, dear uncle.

You glanced at Hades and, to your surprise, his response to the god’s attitude was to smile.

– Your enthusiasm is laudable, but I’m afraid you’re scaring my wife, Apollo.

The other man, only then realizing the possibility of being intrusive, let go of your jawline and made a proper presentation.

– Forgive me for this indiscretion, little flower – he nodded – I am Apollo, God of the Sun. It is a pleasure to receive you in our family. From now on, consider me your elder brother.

You followed the etiquette and nodded to greet him.

– Thank you for celebrating with us and considering me part of your family, Apollo-sama.

– Ah, you don’t need to thank me, dear – Apollo caressed your chin – I’m too attached to my family, so of course I’d come. Besides, don’t you know that the ritual to transform a mortal being in a deity hasn’t been seen in ages? I couldn’t miss this opportunity. And, obviously, I was curious to know the woman who won my uncle’s cold heart, that is, what kind of beauty she carried in her.

You laughed at those words: despite his extravagance, Apollo was a good guy, with a pleasing sense of humor.

The conversation would have continued in this rhythm if it wasn’t for the arrival of another person, as interesting as him: a woman of Asian traits, with a young, majestic face covered in white makeup and red lips, contrasting with her black hair, tied up with luxurious hairpins; something in her way resembled Apollo, but in a quieter manner. The god of the Sun fell silent once he noticed her presence, and you sensed that he wasn’t exactly content with it.

The goddess’ voice sounded just like her figure suggested it would sound: soft, but firm, articulated, but sensitive.

– Hades-sama, Apollo-sama – she nodded to each of them as she spoke – It’s been a long time since our last reunion – and, turning to you, – But I’m content that the reason that reunited us today is a happy one.

Hades made the presentations.

– Y/n, this is Amaterasu, from the Japanese pantheon. She’s the Goddess of the Sun.

You greeted her with the same respect you treated her Greek counterpart. Amaterasu looked into your eyes for a moment, as if reading a secret in them, then spoke in a prophetic tone:

– There is a light inside you that has been there since you were born, young goddess – and, opening a hopeful smile, – The consumption of the ambrosia amplified and strengthened it, for your own good and for the ones you love.

You had no idea of what she was talking about, but you wouldn’t interrupt her. However, there was someone who wasn’t so composed in this sense.

– It is a pleasure for me to meet you again after so many centuries, Amaterasu – it was Apollo’s voice; he was really displeased for having his chatting with you interrupted by a member of a foreigner pantheon – But if you don’t mind, Y/n must receive blessings from her own pantheon first.

The Japanese goddess stared at him and, without arguing, smiled and raised her hands in a gesture of rendition.

– I just thought you already gave her your blessing, Apollo-sama. But if you didn’t, go ahead. I’m not stopping you.

Apollo, still with his hurt ego, didn’t mind replying to her, turning to you instead.

– Young Y/n, you’ve already proved your beauty by your hard work concerning the solution of your husband’s enigma, in which you showed your aspiration for a greater fate than your former nature could concede you.

You didn’t see yourself as this ambitious person, but you let him continue. And, as he spoke, you began to see his surroundings changing as a golden light involved his figure.

Is this an ability I gained as a goddess? I felt like I’m witnessing a glimpse of his true form.

– This is my gift to you, my dear – he took your hands and held them tight between you – May you continue what you started here in your new life as a Queen, and your soul grow in wisdom, kindness and strength of will, for all of this is beauty.

You gave his hands a soft squeeze in response.

– May everything happens exactly as you say, Apollo-sama – you whispered – Thank you for your blessing.

– Once again, no need to thank me, my flower, for prophecy isn’t but my job – untangling his hands from yours, he brushed your hair behind your ear; and, glancing at Hades, – Now, if you two excuse me, there are a group of anxious nymphs longing for company somewhere in this hall.

Without any other word or need for verbal responses from you or the other presents, Apollo turned his back on the group and walked away, as dramatic as a Summer sunset.

When he was out of sight, you heard a sweet giggle. You looked around and saw Amaterasu staring at the path taken by the other sun god.

– He never changes – she turned to you – But he’s a good man, despite what you just saw. Now, allow me to give you my blessing, Y/n – she repeated Apollo’s gesture, taking your hands in hers – The light you already bear in you, which has been brought to sight by the blessed drink, must never fade, and never fail you. The paths that wait for you, young goddess, are sinuous and dark, but may the lamps of consciousness be fed by this light, and fear never lead you stray.

Something similar to what happened during Apollo’s blessing happened now: you saw Amaterasu’s figure surround itself with a light that reminded you the first rays of a calm day, and as much as you felt encouraged and inspired by Apollo’s words, you felt comforted and determined with Amaterasu’s, and you thanked her with the same enthusiasm you showed to the Greek solar deity.

– I pray that everything happens as you determine, Amaterasu-sama. Thank you for your blessing.

The goddess inclined her head toward you, then did the same to Hades before leaving, with the same serenity in which she came.

You were still thinking of her words when you felt your hand being held by your husband. You turned to him to find a smile on his lips.

– Being blessed by solar deities is a great privilege for any person, god or mortal – he commented; and, with a playful tone, – But having two of them competing for attention is something you must never forget.

You laughed.

– I can see that. But it’s funny that, though I understand they must have reasons to not be so fond of each other, I don’t think they should feed conflicts between them so often.

Hades raised an eyebrow.

– How so?

– They might be the representations for the same concept in different pantheons, but each of them bring something unique to it – you explained – Apollo-sama, is like the imposing, powerful midday sun; Amaterasu-sama, on the other hand, is solemn, but welcoming as the morning sun. And I like both.

The King of Hellheim stared at you with kindness, as recognizing in your attitude one more reason to love you.

– Sustaining this view on such subjects is easier in theory, but I suppose it’s not going to be a problem for you to bring it to the practical field as a former human – he pondered.

– Do you think so?

He caressed your hair in response.

– I do. And I think we will have much fun learning with each other in this sense.

Part XX

#snv x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #snv hades x reader #record of ragnarok hades #ror hades x reader

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ciderbird · 8 months ago

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cringe napalex-themed playlist is done!

I know this is a MIXED bag but I just kinda put everything that reminds me of them here so I want to elaborate:

1. Just one yesterday - Fall out boy: I can NOT listen to it without thinking about them, literally every verse fits: “Angels choking on their halos” - Alexander losing at Austerlitz, “I don’t have the right name or the right looks but I have twice the heart” - Alexander has the perfect name and looks for a monarch but it’s Napoleon that everyone admires. And then there’s the chorus about wanting to teach someone a lesson but still longing for the time when things were good? And the bridge?? “If I spilled my guts the world would never look at you the same way” - bro. It’s their song. To me.

2. Rewrite The Stars - The Greatest Showman: Do I even need to explain this one? They’re star-crossed! Napoleon sings Zafron’s part, obviously.

3. Улыбки сфинксов - Flëur: I had to put in at least one russian song. And come on, Napoleon and Egypt? Alexander literally being called Northern Sphinx? And the whole song is about two people talking in riddles and being unable to communicate? Yeah.

4. Hot n Cold - Katy Perry: Yes, really. Look I know it’s silly but it also just perfectly encapsulates Napoleon’s frustration with Alexander not committing to the alliance while also not breaking it off.

5. Irresistible - Fall out boy. Yes, another FOB but listen, it’s the BRIDGE! The bridge is about them, it even has french in it! “I’m coming for you and I’m making war”? And it goes both ways!

6. Everybody wants to rule the world- Lorde: it’s cliché, but it still fits them “So glad we’ve almost made it, so sad they had to fade it” just hits different

7. Gold - Imagine Dragons: This one I associate specifically with Napoleon but it’s also about the corruption of power in general so I included it anyway.

8. Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds: Since I have one for just Napoleon, this one is what I most associate with Sasha. It just fits his deformed psyche growing up in court with two opposing influences so well

9. We are never ever getting back together - Taylor Swift: Yeah. This is another silly one, but tell me you can’t just picture them bickering listening to it, especially with all the unanswered letters from Moscow.

10. Recovery - James Arthur: Unexpected, I know! I don’t know why I connected it to them so strongly but I think it works for how they ended up? Napoleon sick in exile, Alexander disappointed with his reign and apathetic. They’re both ‘recovering’ from endless wars, one in isolation, another in mysticism, they are shadows of who they once were. Very tragic end to this playlist as well as their relationship. Oh well!

#phew I can’t believe I actually wrote all that for a joke playlist #if someone wants to share their own go ahead!#i’d be interested in seeing them #napoleon bonaparte #tsar alexander i #alexander i of russia

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chaoticbeanz · 8 months ago

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Hellfire’s Girl 2

Summary- A new girl moves to Hawkins and has already made an impression.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!oc

Warnings- friends to lovers, slow burn, she/her pronouns, cursing, mainly nickname will be used,

Word Count- Almost 2k

Notes- There will be some straying from the storyline. Not a lot of Eddie in this one I apologize. Please don't forget to comment. I'd love to hear feedback.

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

~3rd Person~

Peaches felt so much better about school and Hawkins in general. She had friends, her boys she decided to call them. And according to Dustin, she’d have a few more. She loves the nickname she was given. She never cared about fitting in but she was glad she found others who made her feel like she belonged. Hellfire made her feel like she was always meant to be there.

After lunch, the group began to separate, walking to their respective classes. Each member bid her farewell.

Before walking down the hall she called out, “Hey Gareth!”

He turned around, “What's up Peaches?”

“After school, did you still wanna have a ‘grass’ session with me?” she asked nervously, pushing up her glasses.

“Hell yeah! I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

“Perfect!” she smiled, turning in the opposite direction. Unaware that Eddie was right behind her, only able to catch Gareth’s response. Were they meeting after school? Did you like Gareth? He couldn't help feeling that little green monster creeping up again but it instantly faded when he saw her jump.

“Fuck Eddie!”

He liked hearing her say his name. She somehow made it sound so much sweeter.

~Lena~

“You scared the daylights out of me!” I smacked his arm trying to catch my breath as he raised them in defense.

“Forgive me, milady, that was not my intent.”

I couldn't help but giggle. “Uh huh sure. Then praytell, what is your intent, good sir?”

“To escort fair maiden Peaches to her next educational torture.” Eddie bows to sell the bit.

I had to contain the blush creeping up my cheeks. All the boys are using the nickname but it feels different when Eddie uses it.

When he looks up at me I shake my head, beginning to walk. “Don't you have a class too?” He didn't need to know yet that I had a study hall.

He stands up and jogs to catch up with me. “Mrs, O’Donnell can wait. Besides, I wanted to know what you thought about good ole Hawkins high.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s not so bad. There is a clear imbalance in the hierarchy and everyone seems way too invested in basketball. I personally find it boring. Besides, I’m more of a band girl anyway.”

“Finally! Someone normal!” Eddie cheers out. I couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics.

“Everyone here seems small-minded, that they don't like change or the unconventional.”

“That's Hawkins for ya sweetheart. If you aren't cookie cutter then you're branded a ‘freak’.”

I forced myself to ignore the pet name. But it made me sad to think. Is that how the boys were labeled? Bullied because they dressed differently or liked other things that weren’t sports? Hawkins was so ass backward and it wasn't going to force me into conformity.

“Well, I guess that makes me a freak then.” I turned to face him as I stopped in front of the library.

Eddie looked at me with a look I couldn't quite place. Maybe I shouldn't read too much into it. He pointed at the library questioningly. “Oh, did I forget to mention I have a study hall?” I teased then curtsied. “I thank you good sir for the company. Now I bid thee farewell.”

He smirks at me and takes my hand, “But of course. Anything for Maiden Peaches.” Eddie kissed the back of my hand then sauntered off down the hall.

I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding in. I could feel how red my cheeks were as I walked through the doors looking for a table to sit at and attempt to study. Which proved to be more difficult than intended. Head clouded with Eddie when I knew it shouldn't be. C’mon Lena, you can't have a crush this quickly! You just met him! Besides, he's just being nice because you're the new girl. At least that's what I tried to convince myself. Maybe I could poke around and ask questions with Gareth? Though they seemed like best friends, he probably wouldn't share secrets with me.

Worth a shot.

~Eddie~

God, how was I crushing so hard already?! She’s absolutely perfect! I wanted to know everything about her. What music she listened to, and what movies she watched. Did she know D&D? How would she react to me having a band? I couldn't stop thinking about her.

After I walked away from her, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Fuck going to class. I decided I was going to skip this class and head to my picnic table for a smoke. Then I’d catch up with Gareth. I needed to know what was going on between them. I know I wasn't the only one captivated by not just her beauty but her humor and her charm as well. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Letting it fill my lungs then exhale all the smoke.

Maybe ‘m getting ahead of myself? What if she already has a boyfriend? Or what if she doesn't even like guys? I mean Buckley swings that way so it is possible. We just became friends, is it selfish of me to already want something more, to be more to her?

All my life in Hawkins, there wasn't anyone quite like Peaches.

As if on cue, the bell rang just as I stomped out my cigarette. Time to have a chat with Gareth.

~3rd Person~

When Eddie found Gareth, he casually put his arm around his best friend. Gareth could see the mischief in his eyes. “What did I do?”

“Heard you say you were meeting Peaches after school? What's that about?” Eddie tried not to sound desperate, but it may have come out as jealousy instead.

Gareth knew immediately then that his best friend had the hots for her. I mean could he blame him? It didn't stop him from having a bit of fun with Eddie. He didn't need to know that Gareth was secretly trying to help him in the long run. “Yeah man, she asked me if I wanted to share a joint with her.”

He could practically see the gears moving inside Eddie’s head. Trying not to show his agitation.

“You rarely smoke.” Eddie couldn't wrap his head around it. And he thought Peaches couldn't get any better. A grunge stoner goddess roamed these halls.

Of all people though, why’d you have to ask Gareth? His green monster was starting to get the better of him.

“Who am I to turn down such an offer? Besides, gives me the chance to get to know her more.”

Eddie wanted to punch the smirk off his face but contained himself. He had to remind himself that it was fair game. It didn't mean he liked the idea.

“Trying to get with our Peaches, Gare?”

“We’re just friends, Eds.” Just then the bell rang signaling the next class. “Look, I got to go. We’ll talk later man.”

Gareth walked away, leaving Eddie alone in the hallway.

Eddie’s mind was too preoccupied; he barely paid attention for the rest of the day. Well, even less than he usually did.

~Lena~

I couldn't be more happy than to hear the last bell ring. The day was finally over. My brain was fried and not in the way I wanted yet.

I quickly gathered my things and headed to my locker. I didn't want Gareth to have to wait long for me. As I started putting books into my locker, I thought about the questions I wanted to ask him that I didn't get to during lunch. Nothing super personal, just general things about the boys.

Once my locker was locked, I headed towards the doors. Pushing them open I see Gareth leaning against the building. “Sorry if I took too long.”

He turned his head and smiled, “It’s all good Peaches.”

I return the smile and walk towards my car, he pushes off the wall and follows.

“Do you have a spot or…?” I asked as I opened my door and tossed my bag in the back seat.

”Uh…most of the time it’s the back of Eddie’s van.” Gareth rubs the back of his neck, nervously laughing while we get into my car.

I turn my key and it roars to life. Eddie. I hadn’t even thought to ask him. Now I feel like an idiot and rude.

”Oh. Well now I feel bad. Had I known I would’ve asked him if he wanted to join too.”

”Don’t worry Peach. There’s always next time.”

I started reversing out of the spot I was in, “You’re right. We could go to my house if that’s cool with you? My parents let me smoke on the roof.”

”That’s badass! Mine won't even let me in the garage.”

I laughed as I pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards my house. “Oh, I have some tapes in my glove compartment if you don’t want to listen to Queen.”

In the corner of my eye I saw him reach and search through what I had. Though I had a feeling I knew what he’d pick.

“You listen to Black Sabbath?”

I knew he’d be shocked. One, it was considered “Devil music” and two, sometimes I didn’t look like the kind of girl to like that sort of music. But I didn’t care and I told him what I told everyone.

“Music is music Gareth. I like what I like.”

”I knew I made the right decision becoming friends with you Peaches.”

I looked over at him and gave him a smile while at a red light. He put in the tape and we jammed out for the rest of the ride.

When I parked in front of my house, I noticed that neither of my parents were home yet. Which was fine, I wasn’t uncommon since they both had jobs. Before I got out of my car, I reached into the glove compartment to retrieve my last joint and placed it in my pocket.

I unlocked my front door and we entered. “Welcome to Casa de Peaches. Make yourself a home.” I relocked the door then tossed my keys on the coffee table and my bag on the couch. “Before we head to the roof, we should probably grab some drinks and snacks. I don’t know about you but I get major munchies.”

I gestured for him to follow me into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. “You can have whatever you want.” I said leaving it open for him to choose. We each grabbed a few snacks from the cabinet as well then he followed me to my room.

”You got a nice place Peaches.” I hear Gareth say as we reach the top of the stairs.

”It’s not so bad. I’m still getting used to it.”

As soon as I opened my door, I was mortified. “Fuck!”

I had forgotten that I had shit everywhere. Clothes, shoes, books, tapes and records. My room looked like a raid happened while I was at school. I could hear Gareth chuckle from behind me. “I am so sorry it’s so messy. I usually have it fairly clean when friends are over.” He probably thinks I’m gross because girls are supposed to be cleaner than boys.

”It reminds me of my room, but slightly girly.” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t think less of you.”

Well that’s a relief.

I place my snacks on my small side table next to the window. While Gareth did the same, I quickly started cleaning up some of the disaster. He noticed. “Seriously Peaches, it's fine.”

He ended up grabbing my shoulders to stop me from moving around.

”Okay. Okay.” I took a deep sigh then fished out the joint from my pocket. I couldn’t stop the smirk that was forming.

”Let's light this sucker!”

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totentnz · 7 months ago

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GOOD MORNING (now evening)

today i awoke and chose violence. i wanna talk a bit about the AU @bishicat and I have. ~inspired~ by the 5 songs, 3 outfits taggame!

EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep [...] We will find you It's my own design It's my own remorse Help me to decide Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world [...] There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you I'm so glad we've almost made it So sad they had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world [...] I can't stand this indecision Married with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the— Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it

name of the AU, basically it's about change, within oneself, within a friend group, within the world. and about accepting that change - or fighting against it. each member of the trio (or V³ as we like to call em) thinks their way of living is the right one. V(alerie) is hellbent on not backing down and staying right where she is V(incent) thinks getting away from the city and the people who hurt him is the best choice V(ivienne) wants more from life, money, fancy clothes and power

TOWNIE

There's a party and we're all going And we're all growing up Somebody's driving and he will be drinking And no one's going back 'Cause we've tried hungry and we've tried full and Nothing seems enough [...] I'm holding my breath with a baseball bat Though I don't know what I'm waiting for I am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be

name of the pairing for V³ - the song is about growing up and changing. (AGAIN) bishi actually picked that one and i was on board right away, it was important to me that we pick a song we both like (the more rock-y feel of that song also helped lmao)

RYAN & DAVE

Ryan and Dave are rabble rousin', teenage cousins Difference is Dave has an off switch, and Ryan doesn't 20 years later now Dave behaves rank and file And Ryan's a burnt out adult, last gasp, wild child

guess what this one is about! CHANGE! (are you tired of it yet?) mostly it is about viv picking a different path than v though - one stayed exactly where she has always been while the other chose to change. ALSO in the music video they are DOGS and we love a dog motif

6:26 in the morning, didn't need alarm I couldn't sleep a wink, I'm betting my whole farm Left Dave's place at eight, just drove, didn't really talk I shook his hand and popped the door to make the walk Applied for admission at the detox shop Got to the door it said open, ten o'clock It's freezing out, no way that I can make it to ten Look back at my truck at my only real friend

some time ago we talked about viv helping v on her healing journey (girlie cannot catch a break from being a babysitter even after she got johnny a body LMAO) and even though v never ends up at rehab (maybe that will change) it still fits pretty well.

NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN

I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again He knows where he's taking me Taking me where I want to be I'm taking a ride with my best friend [...] We're flying high We're watching the world pass us by Never want to come down Never want to put my feet back down on the ground [...] See the stars, they're shining bright (never let me down) Everything's alright tonight (never let me down)

V³ had a pretty big fight at one point. viv was always going to leave for arasaka but v never understood or accepted it. they argued for hours and when vincent didn't chose her side, v stormed off to go on a weeklong bender. when she returned the flat was empty, both her siblings had left -and betrayed her. naturally, viv also felt betrayed by her childhood friend, all she asked for was support but instead she got called a traitor. i like to imagine this song plays on the radio one day after their reunion

THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT

When we were young, the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn How can one little street swallow so many lives?

TO ME this is THE streetkid song but it hits hard especially in this universe. as i mentioned before V³ thinks they picked the right path, they aren't gonna be beat (and honestly vincent is the only one who succeeded). viv had a good run but then she got kicked from the corp, lost her newest best friend, DIED and now has a whole other person stuck in her skull. v was stubborn, was homeless for a bit and is overall in a bad way (but then again, that's the only way she knows how to live so it's not as bad TO HER)

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

THIS IS A BIG ONE SO BUCKLE IN FOLKS bishi and i had been talking about a personal quest for v and we ended up on this: one day they are driving somewhere while listening to the radio when a host teases a special treat! they have exclusive rights to the music of NC born and bred band Rotten! (yeah you guessed it! V's band) naturally this fills her with pure rage and viv knows this isn't going to end well (babysitting time!) v knows exactly who did this and is hellbent on rectifying this (there is more but yall are gonna have to wait for the day i decide to write it lmao) As Above, So Below is the name of the job! it is a song that v wrote but only she knows about it. while viv wasn't a band member she was there for it's founding and a few first concerts, she filmed a lot of it and even ran the merch stand a bit

I won't lie, it's quite temptin' Your handouts and your bones I won't lie, they're quite empty Your promises and your stones

If you sell, they'll buy Don't feel, just sign If you sell, they'll buy Don't think, stay blind

Give me the control Just sign on the dotted line Give me the control He whispered softly Give me the control You're crawling inside my mind Give me the control Don't you fight me?

As above, so below What you reap is what you sow What you give comes back three fold As above, so below

YES the song is about v not wanting to sign with a label and it is her final fuck you to the world of music. in reality that song is incredibly underproduced since by the time it was recorded the band had already broken up. v did ALL of it: singing, instruments, songwriting. editing magic made it come to life. depending on how it ends (yes there are multiple outcomes) viv will receive a shard with ALL of rotten's music, including THIS unreleased song and even some backstage footage from way back in the day when viv was still around.

See I've danced with the enemy We have secrets, no one knows Yeah, I've danced with my enemy I wore her skin and her clothes

honourable mention because this part is very viv coded

instead of outfits i present you! some soul crushing quotes! i hope you enjoy! :3c

#sammy says shit #sammy writes shit #i hope this makes sense to anyone besides me and bishi LMAO #feel free to ask me stuff if yall are interested #au: everybody wants to rule the world #p; townie #oc:v #p; rise rebel resist #listen i love tumblr formatting #but sometimes the small font just doesnt wanna stay #which infuriates me #i dont even like using it tbh because of how much i hate it myself #but i think its 100% more readable for lyrics than it is for regular posts #lemme know if you dont like the small font there either #anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk (infodumping)#I FORGOT THE READ MORE IM SORRY MOBILE USERS

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spikedsoul · 2 years ago

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maid's worst nightmare - ch 6

and we're back again! this time with a more lighthearted chapter! hope y'all enjoy <3

ch 5

The feeling of a little hand on your shin made you jerk your head up in surprise. The hand's owner, a tiny little koopa child, jumped back at your sudden movement, but soon they stepped forward again in a bold display. The kid seemed like a usual little koopa, the same color as most of the footsoldiers you saw (green shell with yellow skin) although this little one was sporting a red bandana around their neck. And, once the shock of your shock wore off, their tiny little hand rested against your shin yet again. You just blinked as you waited for any sort of words to help you figure out the gender of the tiny turtle.

"It's okay, miss," the little koopa said in a high-pitched voice. It didn't help you figure anything out since little kids often sounded similar - but it wasn't an excuse for you to be mean or dismissive. This kid was clearly trying to help you feel better given most people didn't sit in the fetal position if they were okay.

You nodded a little. "Thank you, um…?" you prompted softly.

"Dryden!" The tiny tot beamed. "What's your name, miss?"

"I, um… you can just call me missy if you want," you offered with a weak smile. No, it wasn't really your name, but as cute as this little boy was you didn't want anyone getting particularly familiar with you. You wanted to be able to leave when the time came without any attachments.

"Missy! Okay!" Dryden nodded eagerly. "Well, I'm sure you must be wondering why I came over to talk to you, right? I promise it's a good reason!"

Your weak smile became a little more genuine at that. "Why did you come talk to me?" you humored him. You already had a suspicion but you knew little kids liked to feel important.

Dryden puffed out his chest, stubby tail flicking. "Because you looked sad!" he declared confidently. "...Are you sad?"

Man, this kid was honestly too adorable already. It would be hard not to get attached.

"Yeah," you said softly, "I guess I am. Thank you for coming to talk to me - how old are you, Dryden?"

Dryden scrambled up onto the bench beside you and made himself comfortable. It seemed like he wasn't about to leave you alone, so you slowly put your legs back down to better converse.

"I'm seven." He held up his hands with seven out of eight fingers up to show you, grinning. "How old are you? Also, where did you come from? I don't remember seeing you before. So you’re probably new here, right? How do you like it so far? Lord Bowser is pretty cool! He treats my mom and dad real nice even though we’re just common koopas and only have green shells."

You blinked at Dryden’s rapidfire questions and took a second to digest everything he said to you. It was almost like he thought you’d run if he stopped to take a breath - which, if you thought too hard about it, would potentially make you sadder. In your experience, kids that did that often weren’t listened to very well and sought out any sort of positive connection they could get, even if it meant talking to total strangers. Suddenly it seemed like you might not have a choice about getting close to this kid.

He shifted a little, his grin fading slightly; you smiled at him to reassure him. “Sorry. That was just a lot at once!” you explained. You reached over and hesitantly patted his head, and he beamed. Now to try and answer his questions. “I suppose technically I’m old enough to be a young mom to you, but I’m still not very old. Um… I am new here, yes. I’m… Lord Bowser’s new maid… I guess. But I’m glad to hear he treats you and your parents well.” Did the kid know you were kidnapped? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to shine a bad light on the reigning koopa if this little kid thought he was good.

It genuinely seemed like Bowser took care of his people and that was commendable. Even "common" green shell koopas were apparently treated just like any color shells.

Dryden, bless his little heart, stared up at you in awe as you did your best to answer his questions. Your gut just screamed at you that this poor kid didn’t get much adult interaction, or perhaps interaction in general.

“I like you, missy. Um, but how do you like it? And also why did you decide to come here?” he asked you in an almost reverent tone.

You chuckled softly and patted his scaly head again. “So far it isn’t terrible. And, um… I guess you could say he “borrowed” me from Princess Peach.” Hopefully that answer would suffice - although based on the little smirk he now bore, he knew something was up.

“Is that a nice way of saying he stole you?” he asked. By now, he was practically clinging to your arm.

“I suppose it is,” you admitted with a sigh. He giggled quietly and invited himself onto your lap; you had no choice but to hug him in case he fell off, given the bench wasn’t particularly wide. “Can I ask you something, Dryden?”

“Of course!” the little koopa nodded confidently. “I bet I know everything, you know!”

You grinned a little. “I bet you do. Anyway, I saw a tapestry with a bunch of other young koopas with Bowser… do you know who they are? I haven’t seen any yet.” Even though you hadn’t even been wandering around that long.

Dryden perked up as he laid his head on your chest, little tail wagging. “Oh, you must mean the Koopalings! That’s what they’re called. And Junior! Usually the Koopalings are all off doing their own thing, but sometimes they come home if they get beaten. Like… I think dad said they like to bother travelers in certain areas, and sometimes the travelers win their games, so they come home and sulk a little while. Junior is the one who’s around most often.”

“I see,” you mused softly. The Koopalings looked awfully young, but then again you wouldn’t be able to pin an age on Bowser, either, so maybe they were older than you expected? “Um, are any of them home right now? Just in case I run into any of them.”

Dryden thought for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “Junior is, and um… Ludwig, and Wendy and Morton.”

You nodded slowly. “Alright. I bet I’ll know Wendy when I see her. What do the others look like?”

“Easy!” The little boy shifted and resettled himself in your lap. “Junior looks exactly like Lord Bowser! Ludwig has blue hair and a blue shell, and Morton has a black shell and grey skin.”

Before you could reply, the two of you glanced down the hallway where a female koopa - presumably Dryden’s mom - began calling for him. You helped him down onto the floor and smiled as he hugged your lower leg.

“Thank you, Dryden. It was nice talking to you, and thanks for being my source of knowledge. Also for wanting to cheer me up,” you murmured, giving his head one final little pat (more of a rub really).

Dryden beamed up at you. “Yeah, I hope you feel better now! I’ll come talk to you again when I see you, okay?”

You chuckled softly. “Of course. Now go on, kiddo, don’t keep your mom waiting, hm?”

He nodded quickly, and after one final squeeze, he let go of your legs and turned to sprint down the hallway toward his mother. You could pretty much hear him yelling something like “guess what!” as he got near her, and another chuckle escaped you. Dryden was a sweet kid - he honestly did help lift your spirits a little. Hopefully Junior, Wendy, Ludwig, and… Morton, was it? Hopefully they were all just as sweet, or at least amicable, but you sort of figured it wouldn’t be a surprise if they weren’t. They were Bowser’s kids, after all - you weren’t sure what to expect.

For now, though, it wouldn’t do you any good to speculate. You stood, stretched, cracked your knuckles and wrist, then once again began to wander the halls, although this time you were in a much lighter mood than before. Maybe not happy, exactly, but just knowing that not everyone around you was awful helped immensely. Maybe it really wouldn’t be so terrible living here as you waited for Peach.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser/reader #super mario bros

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livingincolorsagain · 1 year ago

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🎧

go study.

no <3

There's a room where the light won't find you

Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it

So sad they had to fade it

everybody wants to rule the world - lorde

Send me a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a song and my favourite lyric from it

#i also have the original but you got the cover #thanks for the ask #was i supposed to only choose one line? because im not gonna do that #ask game #saryasy

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spectrestardust · 2 years ago

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So, 2022 was the year I finally watched Ted Lasso. And I have a lot of feelings and nowhere to put them, so I’ll just leave them here.

There were 3 shows this year that made me cry like never before. Two of them were comedies, and one of them was Ted Lasso. Honestly, I don’t know why it took me so long to watch it. Besides the love I have for Jason Sudeikis, football has always been (and I think it will always be) a big part of my life. As a kid, my favourite cartoons were about football. I spent hours playing alone against the wall. In school, I played in every free period I had. Even though I wasn’t very good, it made me truly happy, made me feel a part of something. And all the love I had for the game was because of my dad. Watching matches together was the way we bonded. Some of my fondest childhood memories are us sitting in front of the tv, cheering for our favorite team. As the years went by, some of the interest faded, but I still follow the games and the teams with some enthusiasm.

In November of last year, I thought to myself I wanna see what the fuss is all about.

I was not expecting being so blown away by how good the show is. The writing is truly incredible and smart. I had high hopes for it because, after all, it was a Emmy winning show. But it surpassed all of my expectations. Every character arc is so well thought out. Every episode has little details and quips that, on a rewatch, make you go like uh (like Roy knowing the words to “Let it Go��). And the amazing chemistry between the actors pays off in all the character dynamics of the show: Keeley and Rebecca, Keeley and Roy, Rebecca and Higgings, The Diamond Dogs, Roy and Jamie, Ted and Beard, Ted and EVERYONE … even Roy and Beard have their I’m glad we don’t have to talk thing.

Entering spoiler territory (sorry), I have to highlight the moments that made me FEEL:

Ted’s therapy sessions with Dr. Sharon, especially the one he talks about his father, intercut with Rebecca talking about hers.

When Roy marches over to Jamie and hugs him, while Beware of the Darkness by George Harrison plays (some very ugly crying happened after that one, still can’t watch it without tearing up)

When Rebecca sings at her father’s funeral

Roy running to the Richmond match

Nate’s ultimate betrayal and confronting Ted

Roy to Phoebe: “I’ve been infecting you with the worst parts of me”

Jamie supporting Sam, covering up the dubai air logo

Roy headbutting Jamie and then hugging him to celebrate the team’s promotion

And honestly, I could go on and on. That’s how good this show is. It made me feel the same things I felt when played as a kid, or when I watch a very good match. Seeing Richmond win reminded me of the joy that is to share a victory with friends or family. Seeing them support each other gave me the same goosebumps I get when I see players of different teams help each other.

But it also taught so much more. It taught me that the sadness that comes with losing is never final, not as long as you have someone to share it with. It reminded me that, sometimes, no matter how much you try, things still don’t go your way. And that’s okay. But you have to keep going. Either you try again, or you try something new. But you keep going. And you ask for help. And maybe the ones you least expected are going to be there, helping you to keep going.

I talked about this show with my dad. Since he was the one who got me into football, it was only fair I introduced him to Ted Lasso. So we watched it together at dinner time during the holidays. Most days, he was the one asking about it. And I caught him almost crying during some of the scenes I listed above. I found us bonding over Ted Lasso like we used to bond over football. I felt I was a kid again, sitting in front of the tv on a saturday afternoon, watching my favourite team.

I know it’s a long post, and I had so much more to say, but I just truly and wholeheartedly love this show. Can’t wait for season 3.

#ted lasso #and don’t even get me started on the soundtrack #probably nobody cares but i just had to put this into words #it became one of my favorite shows of all time #and i watched this while andor was almost over #combining both was not good for my mental health

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ratasum · 2 years ago

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If you'd like to knock yourself out, all 6 for Vezz for the music game?

If that's too many, 1 & 6 would be neat!

🎼OC Music Prompts🎼

Rolling up my sleeves like AIGHT LET'S DO THIS.

1. … THEIR BACKSTORY?

Tell me would you kill to save a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash Burn, let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground

2. … THEIR PERSONALITY?

And I divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts Keep the bad shit in my liver, and the rest around my heart I'm still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them But it's a start

3. … THEIR ANGST?

One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile 'til you fake it None of this seems right Two times for the wrecked and the worried Your tainted mind will be your judge and your jury Chances taken, smile 'til you fake it Sick of it, yet I keep coming back

4. … THEIR COMFORT?

But isn't it beautiful The way we fall apart It's magical and tragic all the ways we break our hearts So unpredictable We're comfortably miserable We think we're invincible Completely unbreakable Maybe we are Isn't it beautiful The way we all fall apart

5. … THEIR LOVE LIFE?

Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave There's bones in my closet but you hang stuff anyway And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed I know that you love me, love me Even when I lose my head

6. … A FIGHT SCENE?

There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad we had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world

#oc asks #keeper vezz #behold my absolutely eclectic taste in music #also also the lorde version of ''everybody wants to rule the world'' lives rent free in my head #specifically for the fight where they were trying to free Taimi from Scruffy

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ben-talks-art · 2 years ago

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Thought's on the finale of The Owl House

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So now that the series is (sadly) over, I felt like talking about the finale a little since I think there are some interesting things in it to discuss.

Taking into consideration that this series was cut short and they had to do the best they could with the best they had, they still managed to deliver a pretty freaking good finale all things considered.

The animation was great, the storylines were all wrapped up, every character had one last moment to shine (although some were brief), and as always, you can feel a lot of the love and effort the creators are putting into the product.

Most of the problems I had are basically just a matter of wishing this could have had more room to breathe because plenty of things get solved a tad too quickly. It kinda makes me wish I could see a director's cut.

Almost all of the issues I can just accept and blame it on Disney for axing the show, but two in particular really make me go "this needed more time."

(spoilers)

The first one is the Collector.

This kid has been built up like crazy. The entire season 2 finale is basically trying to show how much of a big deal they are, how much trouble they can cause, how disconnected from reality they are, and just how immensely important it is that they get dealt with properly.

Even in the final scene of episode 2 of season 3, it ends with them going "I want to play a new game!" Dun! Dun! Duuuum!"

And then we see said game, and it's just a dream sequence to teach Luz a lesson we already new, followed by playing some games that just last for a few minutes.

Then the Collector gets a little sad, Luz talks to them, and they become friends...

That's it. That's the big climactic confrontation with one of the most powerful characters of the show.

Now, I will say, I did enjoy that they address that the kid just suffers from a lack of understanding of how mortal lives work, and I do appreciate they didn't just make them some raging, crazy kid who hates Luz because King likes her more. I'm glad they made them surprisingly reasonable and patient for their mental age.

Still, I can't help but feel their "defeat" and redemption arc were way too fast and easy. If I were to guess, the stuff with The Collector probably was meant to be its own entire episode, and the true final boss was another, but they had to shrink it due to the cancellation, and if that's the case, that's a real shame because I would really like to see a deeper exploration of this kid's way of thinking and seeing Luz trying to help them realize their errors.

As it is, it wasn't done badly, but I wish it had more.

I also don't like how when Luz gets "killed" the Collector is the one getting focused on and crying over her. Their bond is just not that strong to make these tears feel earned. It's like if in Lion King the one crying over Mufasa was Nala or Zazu instead of Simba. It's not the worst character to cry over her, but there were definitely better options to focus on.

However, I can forgive all that because the scene where they try to deal with Belos using the power of love was absolutely perfect and it made me laugh hard. That was definitely my favorite joke on the whole show.

And now, the second thing on the finale I'm kinda iffy about...

Belos comes back as the final boss (again), and kills Luz, resulting into her turning into literal orbs of luz that just start fading over time until they make their way to... King's dad.

Because why not?

Who just happens to be able to give her an "I win" button so she can go into her Super Sayan form (because every Disney show needs to have at least one character with a Super Sayan form now, not that I'm complaining)...

...and alongside Eda and King, they defeat Belos and save the day.

Now, first of all, Luz's titan form? 10/10! I absolutely, freaking love that design. I love that she's a combination of King and Eda being a mix of a witch and a monster, while also having her own side with all the glyphs floating around her. Plus, she has claws, and we all know that anything with claws is instantly cool. Definitely, my favorite super form from any Disney show. (Unless they make a Jake Long reboot and give him a super dragon form)

I also like how the animation just shines as they fight Belos (who now looks like a badass bone dragon creature), and how each of the main trio has a small moment to help in the battle, it isn't just Luz doing everything.

Not to mention they have an amazing remix of the opening theme playing in the background which just makes it even more awesome.

My favorite part is when they start to wonder where Belos' weak spot is and Luz says "You know where" and Eda just gives the widest, proudest, most joyful grim ever right before all voice actors give their all while screaming "THE HEART!"

It reminds me of Puss In Boots 2 where all the characters look like they're having fun while going through the adventure.

I kinda wish Luz could have had some cooler lines, but they tried to make a point that Luz is a dork that isn't very good at it so... Eh, I'll forgive it. I know she has her "Eat this, sucker!" thing, but I honestly completely forgot that that was even meant to be her catchphrase.

Honestly, this entire climax is amazing and just perfect for the series... But I kept thinking to myself "how in the world did Luz went from being a ball of light to meeting King's dad???"

I have no problems with what we got, I'm just not sure HOW we got it. The way Luz just went from nearly dying to just appearing in the place of the one guy that could help her save the day felt very Deus Ex Machina.

These are basically my only two problems with the finale. I wish we had gotten more time with the Collector and their arc, and that we had a bigger exploration of how Luz got there.

The way it is, it feels like the day was saved not because the heroes were smart enough, or strong enough to defeat the bad guy, but... Because the plot said so.

I mean, yeah, King's dad gave Luz the power because she was nice to his son, so you could say her kindness was what saved the day... But I don't know... Is that what Owl House's final theme is about? Being kind?

Owl House's themes for me were always about being creative, being weird, not being afraid of experimenting new things, thinking outside of the box, and learning to observe and listen, and not being afraid of accepting who you really are.

I wish these themes had played a bigger part in the defeat of the final boss, like in Gravity Falls where what allows them to defeat Bill is Stan's willingness to sacrifice himself for his family.

Luz and King have a great relationship and the fact that she is a wonderful older sister to a little monster does tie into the theme of accepting others and not being afraid of trying weird things... But I'm not sure if I like how that's the final message we leave the show on.

I guess I just wish that King's dad would have had a bigger build-up. If maybe while dying Luz would have used her creativity one last time to somehow get her to teleport into the Titan, then I would have been more okay with it.

This show seriously needed more episodes...

Still, even though the build-up was kinda rushed (to me at least), the pay-off was so good that I can't really get too upset about it.

Again, titan Luz was everything I never knew I wanted in my life (there is gonna be so much fan art of that form on the internet). If a slightly confusing solution is the price that needs to be paid to get such an epic form and such an epic climax like that, I'll gladly take it.

#owl house season 3 #owl house #the owl house #the owl house finale #Youtube

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