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atinylittlepain · 1 year ago

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Only Lovers Left Alive

vamp!joel miller x f!reader

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He offers her another option between life and death. How could she refuse?

warnings | 18+ smut, spitting lol, gore, blood, dark themes in general, joel and his lady dunk on a preacher, you've been warned muah hahahaha

a/n | hello and welcome to the second installation of my vamp series. i'm placing this one around 1910, just FYI. that's all, enjoy

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“We must be delivered from our own evil, our own debauchery! I implore my fellow man, brothers and sisters of Christ, to cast out the wickedness in their hearts and rebuild this town in His image! There is something sinister running through the streets of New Orleans and it is our god-given duty to seek it out and destroy it with His righteous light!”

“Fucking mouth on that one, huh, darlin?”

“At least this one has a little showmanship. The snake is a nice touch, I’ll admit. Remember that one in Utah? He was practically boring people to tears.”

“Mormans never did have much flare. Easier going down than Catholics though.” She offers him a faint hum, all this talk starting to fray her nerves, a dull ache in her skull that she knows isn’t just from the sunlight seeping through the fabric of her parasol. Judging by the way he’s pinching the bridge of his nose, Joel is starting to feel it too, hooking his arm with hers as they both start to thread through the crowd that has gathered around the barking preacher.

“You, sir! Surely you and your good lady are god-fearing citizens that will join the battle against darkness!” He’s in front of them in a flash, white collar glinting in the midday-sun, making her squint while Joel angles his broadness between her and the gesticulating preacher whose snake is held by its skull in one of his doughy hands.

“You’ll excuse us, friend. My woman isn’t feeling well.” She doesn’t even have to pretend, that ache turning insistent, dizzy, until she sees the snaring jaws of two snakes instead of one, her hold on Joel’s arm becoming hard and desperate.

“Well it’s a simple question, friend. Are you or are you not one of His flock?” A rushing in her ears and a quick flicker behind her eyes, tiny pinpricks that bloom into darkness, the faint feeling of Joel holding her up against the solid weight of him.

It’s the heat.

She needs space, give her space.Let the woman through for Christ’s sake.

Her mind is alert enough to let out a weak laugh into Joel’s suit jacket at that particular admonition. The crowd parts around them with a wave of murmurs and gasps, a small mercy for them to slip away through the throng, away from that man. They pass down an alleyway, enough shade, enough safety for her to regain her legs, untangling from Joel’s arms to press her palms against the wall of whatever building they just slipped between.

“I’m sorry, darlin. Shouldn’t have stayed out there that long.”

“Did you not feel that too?”

“I did, but not as strong as you seemed to. Reckon I’ve worked up a little more tolerance over the years than you have.” All she can do is nod, still not quite back from whatever that brink was, barely registering his palm running a soothing circuit between her shoulder blades. She knows he’s right, the few decades he has on her shoring him up against things like that while she still finds herself surprised and stunted by all the unsuspecting vulnerabilities. For all the ways they are steeled and strengthened in this world, the scale is made equal by all the ways they must hurt and hide.

“It’s not just that, Joel. It’s been too long.”

“I know, darlin. Tonight. As much as you want.”

…

Dusk pulls a heavy pall over the streets of the city, heralded by the hot brass of trumpets, a warbling cry that resounds in almost every quarter these days. Jazz and its dragging, doleful rhythms, the constant push and pull of sound snaking through the clambering streetcar lines.

“They’re powered by electricity, you know.” She can feel Joel’s grumble where her palm is resting against his chest, the subtle shake of his head letting her know he isn’t impressed.

“Always something new, darlin. I still prefer a horse myself.”

“Sorry, baby, but it looks like those days are long gone.” It never fails to amuse her, the act, the game they play. A couple like any other out for a night on the town at one of the city’s many dancehalls, perhaps. Delicate lace creeping up her throat, up her hands, a mercifully looser corset than what she had grown accustomed to in the past wrapped around her ribs. And he in his suit, straining against the starched collar, just a touch out of place, out of time. Always changing, always shifting in this constantly moving world. Talk like this, look like this, be like this. They do it so well.

“And you, Miller? Certainly fortune has been kind to you to have a woman on your arm as beautiful as that.” New money, oil tycoons and traders. Vultures, she muses to herself, might be less exacting, staring down their beaks at any new flesh that comes their way in this casino, greedy fingers curled over gold chains.

“I’d rather not discuss business tonight, gentlemen. It’ll distract a simple man like myself from my cards.” He’s always been good at that, a disarming smile, something earnest in the downward tilt of his lashes, coaxing a laugh out from around the whole table.

“Mrs. Miller, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in the parlor with the other women? I’m sure you’d find their conversation a bit more interesting than all our dry talk.” Joel squeezes her thigh under the table, a silent warning to sheath any sharpness she has at the ready. She’s always been prone to temper when she’s hungry, a short fuse and a snapping snarl.

“With all due respect, gentlemen, I’d rather like to watch.” Lips curled back in what could be a grin, sweet and stupid enough for them to settle back into shuffling their cards in a thick haze of cigar smoke. Talk flows loosely between plays, though what game it is she isn’t certain, too busy letting her gaze wander across the table. Skin, spilling over shirt collars, ruddy with booze and the close heat and haze of the room, enough to make her gums twinge with the promise Joel made her earlier. But she has to be patient, and so very lovely. All smiles, all deference, hands folded in her lap just so, her nails digging into her palms until it starts to distract her from that throb in her throat. Light hums and nods whenever the conversation lobs her way, not really listening to the words, more watching the way they jump around the men’s necks, tendons and muscle and–

“It’s getting awfully late, my fine companions. I do believe our women have already retired for the night, save for you of course, Mrs. Miller. It is probably wise for us to call this game while we’re still fresh enough to wander home ourselves, eh?” Big, gray mustache and blubbering lips, eyes drooped with drink, a similar look on all the other men’s faces, except for Joel.

“What’s one more round? Won’t you gentlemen give a poor man the chance to make up his losings?” Again, unassuming, eyes rounded with a little pout. It works every time.

“Well alright, Miller. One more round and then we oughta all go home so they can close this place for the night.” Theirs the only table still occupied in the casino, bartender and attendants gone as well it’s so late, most likely waiting in the back for their lingering group to finally leave. Though they won’t be a problem, this she knows. Money moves in this town, an easy bribe made easier by the ask. Work so hard, just take off a little earlier tonight.

“Miller, I’m sorry to say it, but it looks like your luck isn’t getting any better.” It’d be friendly if the man didn’t look so smug saying it, fanning out a flush of cards on the table that even she knows is a winning set.

“I’m afraid you’re right. Not sure what I’ll do seeing as I’m all out of chips to bet with.”

“Why don’t you wager something else?” Said with a grin wrapped around a cigar, always so predictable she finds herself having to swallow a yawn as her eyes cast lazily onto Joel, something like a smile twitching around his mouth.

“And what might I wager?” Another one of the men leans forward in his seat, and though he speaks to Joel, his eyes stay on her.

“That woman of yours has been so sweet all night sitting and watching. How about a kiss for the winner?” Blink and miss it, the tick in Joel’s jaw, quickly schooled behind a slippery smile. She knows the man would already be dead if this wasn’t a part of their well-worn dance. Something is skittering across the table as they start to play, like schoolboys excited by a shared secret, hands a little quicker, voices a little louder. It makes her teeth hurt with want.

Joel doesn’t win because Joel isn’t supposed to win. Big, gray mustache curled around a sickening smile, looking right at her.

“Fair is fair, gentleman. Why don’t you come over here, sugar, and give me my winnings?” Joel lays one final squeeze to her thigh before she gets up, a reminder that lingers on her skin as she slips around the table to the man who won. She’ll admit she’s a little caught off guard by just how handsy he is, pulling her over his lap before she can get her bearings.

“You are a beauty, aren’t you? How about a kiss right here, sweetheart?” He points his fleshy finger to his cheek, dimpled with how smug he is. She keeps her lips pulled over her teeth in a smile, leaning in, though her mouth doesn’t find the spot he directed her toward. That quick, quivering beat of life, so easy to seek, so easy to burst in her jaws. His hands curled around her waist go tense for only a moment, before slackening still as she takes and takes and takes.

The sounds around her barely register in her slow sate, a murmuring scuffle that she knows means Joel is taking care of everything, everyone else. She never realizes just how badly she needs it until she has it between her teeth, mind going heavy and hazy in the swimming satisfaction of a finally full stomach. Every last drop, pinkness dimming to a dull blue beneath her lips before she finally pulls away with a contented sigh.

“There’s plenty more, darlin. Have your fill.” Always the gentleman, even with it dripping down his chin, though she’s quick enough to thumb it away before it can stain his suit, humming around her finger as he grins at her.

“Thank you, baby. Always works like a charm.”

Neither of them have been this full, this satisfied in a few weeks, limbs turning languid and heavy with it as they slink out into the night. She’ll admit it isn’t their tidiest work. Though it isn’t uncommon for a card game to end in bloodshed with all the money fluttering around in this city. But right now, there’s too much thrum in her veins for her to care much about it, tugging Joel along by the hand through the thick night. Neither of them are used to it, the perpetual light of the city, electricity pulsing and prolonging the day, casting everything in a flickering shade of orange. Loose and pliant, bodies swaying to the dragging rhythm of a distant band. She’d coax Joel into a dance if she wasn’t so hellbent on getting home, driven by a different want simpering along her spine.

“What a beautiful couple.” They’re both surprised by it, stuttering stop in their walk home and whipping around, catching sight of the woman who said it. She’s older, curled over with age, a street vendor, one of the invisible people that gets passed by day in and day out as she sits vigil over her small tent of wares.

“I will read your palm if you like, free of charge for such loveliness as you.” She can already hear Joel telling the woman off in her mind, though she cuts in before he can get the first word out, already stepping toward the woman and her booth, palm extended.

“I see a long life for you.” She can’t quite hold back her snort at that, glancing over her shoulder at Joel who looks equally amused. But the woman isn’t done yet, still holding onto her hand in both her palms.

“There is something. Something dark. Something has its hooks in you, deep.” She jerks her hand away before the woman can continue, taking a stumbled step back right into Joel’s chest. The woman’s eyes are wide, a pale, milky blue that she finds herself unable to meet, steeling her face with what she can of a smile, leaning into Joel’s palm curling over her shoulder.

“It’s more of a mutual thing actually. But thanks for the warning.” Those pallid eyes follow her the whole way back to their apartments. She can’t look at Joel, her gaze skittering somewhere over his shoulder as she fumbles with the buttons at the back of her dress, something setting a shake in her fingers that she can’t quite name.

“Darlin, let me help you.” She does, mutely turning around, muscles jumping as his fingers start to trail down the back of her dress.

“You alright?” She hums, airy, not a yes or no, stepping out of her dress to stand before him in the thin fabric of her shift and corset.

“You’re mine, right, Joel? This isn’t– you aren’t–” He’s quick to cut her off, hands coming to frame her face, to focus her gaze on him.

“Hey, hey, none of that. What’s got your mind spinning like this?” She feels foolish for it, and if he wasn’t holding her jaw steady she’d already be tucking her chin down, a bit bashful, a bit embarrassed to admit it.

“That woman–”

“That woman probably says the same damn thing to every person that comes her way. She talked to you for, what, five minutes? If that. Tell me, darlin, how long have we been together now?” The math is simple, but the result is dizzying, a number she feels silly even saying out loud, though Joel fills in the gap where her mind refuses to catch up.

“A long time. And longer yet. Longer than anyone else can imagine.” His words temper into a quiet murmur, forehead to forehead, his nose trailing the line of hers.

“I just– I need to hear you say it, Joel. That you are mine.” His first answer to her is a kiss, give and take in the way he opens her mouth up to him, a slow, hot drag of tongues and sighs.

“Yours, always. You know that, darlin.” His chin tilts for another kiss, but before he can she presses her palms against his chest, holding him where he is as a smile slips across her face.

“Take off your clothes for me, now.” A flicker of recognition, understanding in his expression. He knows what she’s really asking for, and he’s more than willing to give it to her, already shucking off his suit jacket. She watches, barely blinking. The steady work of his hands popping open his collar, tugging loose his tie with just a touch of exasperation. She knows how much he hates all of it, the wool trousers, the shined shoes and sock garters. She supposes that he’d walk down mainstreet in bluejeans and flannels if it didn’t mean sticking out sore and strange. Never far from the plains in his mind. But bare beneath it all, he’s still the same, still all hers. Circling, palm slipping from his chest down the soft strength of his side, along the curve of his ass, his shudder making her sigh as she slinks back around to stand in front of him. And though he reaches out for her, she steps back just enough that his fingertips only brush fabric. Not tonight. Not like that.

“On the bed, baby.” He’s being good tonight, compliant, a rarity that tells her that he knows. How much she needs this, eyes watching him watching her as she slips the lacing of her corset loose, letting it drop to the floor along with her shift. Always a sigh settling into his lap, her thighs splayed over his hips, nails digging into his shoulders with the drag of her cunt against him, already hard, already aching for her. She’s not looking to tease, not tonight, not tangled in this strange feeling that she wants to chase away with the taut stretch of him, a cry stuck in her throat when she sinks all the way down.

“There you go, darlin. Gonna take what’s yours, huh?” She does, pressing him down into the sheets, her palms splayed over the span of his chest as she lets her hips grind against his, feeling that fill, that perfect press that makes her eyes roll back. He lets her take exactly what she wants from him, his palms splayed over her ass, a staying, a steadying to the rolling bounce she finds, little moans that break like beating wings. Only she gets him like this, his head pressed back into pillows, curls mussed and mangled, brow pulled down in a pleasure only she can provide. Something about the power of it, the possession of it driving her to curl over him, her palm coming to his jaw, just a little mean in the press of her fingers. She doesn’t even have to ask, his lips already parted around a groan, enough for her to let her mouth hover over his, a thin slip of spit falling onto his tongue. His eyes widen only for a beat before drooping hazy and low, his lips pressing together with a rasped hum in his throat. All hers.

“Fucking filthy, ain’t you? Been a bad influence on you, darlin, fuck.” He’s getting greedy, impatient, bending his knees so he can meet her own jolting rhythm, a quick and desperate snap to his hips that makes her preen.

“Maybe, but you like it, don’t you, baby?”

“You know I do. My angel’s made just for me, huh? All mine.” All she can do is nod, a yes slipped between sighs as everything furls up in a perfect twist of pleasure, spine snaring tight before slackening slow, her body melting over his as he follows her over the edge. Chest to chest, a nip to the hinge of his jaw, just a little one, enough to make him huff and tuck his knuckles under her chin to coax her mouth up to his.

“Feel better, darlin?”

“Shut up.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Shutters closed, curtains drawn, keeping out the creeping Sunday morning sunlight. They’ll sleep through the day, maybe two with how full they are, limbs slumping into a close tangle as the city starts to wake up.

Men in their finest, shirt collars prim and pressed, holding the brim of their bowlers in one hand, offering their other elbow to their wives, dripping in lace and wide wicker hats. Everyone making their way to church. He doesn’t have the snake out this morning, just a cracked Bible tucked against his chest and a flurry of words ready to jump from his throat, pacing at the pulpit.

“Brothers and sisters, I stand before you today, my heart heavy with sorrow because the devil has struck again in our good city!” A wave of murmurs, hands clasped to chests in shock at his blunt exclamation. His voice rises above the throng, building on the encroaching twinge of hysteria.

“Last night, in one of those dens of degeneracy and sin, four honest and hardworking men of our community were murdered, a most perplexing and pernicious crime.” The crowd is stirring itself up into what could become a frenzy now, men rising from their seats, women clutching at their gloves, though the preacher is quick to silence them with his continued cries.

“Please, everyone, let us keep our heads! We must if we are to strike this evil from our hearts and from the streets of New Orleans. I have already organized evening vigils for the rest of this week and I implore you to come out and pray with us. We must come together now to drive the devil out of this city before he has the chance to propel any more of these heinous crimes!”

…

“Hmm.”

“You awake?”

“Just about.”

“You thirsty?”

“A bit.”

“What are you in the mood for, my darlin?”

“I’ve been thinking about that preacher man, if I’m quite honest.”

“You know he won’t taste good. Always a little bitter, those ones.”

“I know, but I could do without him shouting up and down the streets at all hours of the day about evil.” She can feel Joel’s huff of laughter against the back of her neck, the warmth of him settling over her where she’s slumped into the mattress on her stomach. Stretched out after a long, languid sleep.

“Well why don’t we take care of him and then find something a little more appetizing for dinner.” She cranes her neck to glance over her shoulder, being greeted by the slip of his grin and the silver of his teeth.

“Now you’re talking, baby.”

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another-lost-mc · 5 months ago

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god curse you Jes for roping me into your OCs so much. I want Azra so bad it makes me SICK. He’s beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, pretty, hot, sexy, intelligent, crafty, cunning, stylish, scary, oh god. I wanna lick his neck tattoo so badly. His fanart and commissioned art are always *MUAH*

-👙anon!!

Sorry not sorry! 💖

Azra was my first OC and I have an extra special soft spot for him because he's the original motivation for me to explore the untapped potential this universe has to offer. (The Devilgram that inspired his character story is such a good premise, credit where credit's due.)

It's also hilarious that some of the OCs, either by design or by accident, basically add complexity and depth to his story too.

Zee exists because I wanted Azra, a fallen angel of no significance, to have a demon friend of no significance. They end up building The Fall into something extraordinary despite the odds.

Meta's history with Azra explores parts of the Celestial Realm we don't really see, as well as the short-term and long-term implications of falling from grace. Plus, it's a fun OC x OC story I can fixate on when I get bored of x Reader content. lol

Belial is sort of an antagonist in Azra's story, at least to start, and he's also an example of a fallen angel that not only embraces being a demon but holds so much power and influence despite his previous angelic heritage. Azra is a bit slower to adapt to life as a demon, and most of what he does at the beginning of his new life is out of necessity to survive in a very different world than the one he knew before.

Some of the other angels play secondary roles in Azra's story too (can you tell I love angels?). Seraphiel is involved because of his connection and loyalty to Meta. Gabriel and Uriel are part of the Celestial Realm's power structure, but they're also an example of a bonded angel pair that don't face such tragic misfortunes. Habuhiah becomes part of Meta's support system after Azra falls, and she also shows how different angels react to losing loved ones that have fallen (Belial, in her case).

So yeah, you could say that he might be my favourite OC. 🤭

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks #jes.👙 anon #my oc: azra #art © chocolace and vindnyxx <3

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 2 years ago

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YOU. I LOVE IT EVERY BIT OF IT. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITTTT ALSO IF CAN YOU MAKE A PART TWO IF YOU CAN??? ITS OKAY IF U DONT WANNA. MUAH MUAH TO YOU AND THAT ANON‼️‼️‼️‼️💗💗💗💗

THANK YOU SO MUCH, @raaaaaaahornetstinger! Here is the Part 2! I am so glad that you love Part 1! And, let's be honest, the oneshot would not have existed if not for the Anon and the headcanons XD Hope you enjoy this one!

Key Information: There is a time skip gape from Part 1 and Part 2. Part 2 is in Reader's POV, and it will begin with the Reader asleep, after the incident with Nahida and Venti. Reader does not know about Nahida and Venti's punishment given by the Imposter.

Click Me to Read Part 1!

𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Warnings: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Not Beta Read, OOC Characters, Implications of Violence, & Mind Control/Mind Manipulation.

Read if you are okay with these terms. Please also let me know if I missed a warning!

— — —

"MX. Y/N!!!" A child screams, running into my view. I don't remember the child's name, but I know who they are. They are familiar. They are someone from a village.

They grow up to be the next Blacksmith of the village, after their father.

They grow up and marry the whole-hearted, girl that would be a strong woman, working in their farm, selling their crops to make a living.

They become prosperous in their village, and make their friends and family proud.

It hasn't happened yet, but I know it would happen. Every child born in Teyvat, no matter who their parents are, I am their "Prime Parent," as the child would say as a joke. They are all my children-in-spirit.

I smile down at the child. "What is it, Little One?" I ask in a gentle tone, crouching down to get to their level. "What exciting adventure happened today?"

"Mx. Y/N! The Village Chief told me to bring you to our village!" the child replies happily, grasping one of my hands. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" They bounce up and down from their excitement. I chuckle at the child's antics, but I relent. Who could deny a child as adorable as this, anyways?

The path to the village was a fast blur, and all of a sudden, I am swarmed around by villagers, happily greeting me and hugging me, smiling and offering me trinkets and goods they have prepared for my arrival. I smile and wave, kindly accepting one or two things from each villager.

It was amazing.

It was lively. It felt like home.

"Happy Birthday to our Honorable and Forever Humble Guest!" The Village Chief shouts, raising his glass.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

—

I wake up, gasping.

Oh. Another one of those dreams again. Past memories of me being this "creator." Hah, how bittersweet. It seems like nobody can tell the difference, not even this world—Teyvat! If Teyvat doesn't even recognize me, how the heck will I ever survive this hunt?

More importantly, how the heck does someone break the mind control the Imposter has over everyone?

I sigh, finally getting my breathing under control. These questions will have to wait for another day—I still don't know much about it. It's not everyday you read a sagau fanfic about the Imposter being a smartass. It's even more rare to hear about mind control! What was this, the Zombie Apocalypse?

I sigh again, sitting up from the grass I was laying down on. Like usual, my clothes were a mess. But there was not time to dwell on that. I get up from where I slept—under a big tree—and begin to walk cautiously through the area.

I need to find a way to enter Inazuma, to get to the Statue of Seven. Surprisingly, getting dendro was a whole lot faster than getting Electro. Mainly because Inazuma is an island.

While I could just use anemo to fly across the sea, there is only one issue: my anemo powers are much stronger if I stay in Mondstadt, and no where else.

Building a bridge made of geo to Inazuma? It'll probably die a quarter way there, honestly. And there's no way in the hell would dendro be of use in this situation—unless you count walking on kelp and seaweed to be an option (probably still unlikely though).

I sigh again, exhausted. This was going to be so difficult than I thought it would be.

If only I could just use waypoints like the Traveler!

As I continue to walk, I begin to wonder what real purpose there is for my existence here. Sure, I'm the creator and all, cool, amazing, but what am I suppose to do when literally everyone I ever care and love and simp for decides to throw me out the window, willing to rip my guts open because my Imposter called me the imposter?

At this rate, now knowing that the imposter is smart and can literally mind control people, I'm starting to lose hope. After all, how was I suppose to defeat a tyrant all by myself?

I sigh again, this time more frustrated. I kicked the dirt beneath my feet. So annoying—my hope leaving me, my courage turning into fear and leaving me begging for my life...

If only I could do something about it all...

Wait a minute.

The dream I had earlier. The village. Where was it? Where did it originate from? All the details I remember...the child, becoming a blacksmith, the child's wife...a birthday surprise, a banquet...

What did all of this add up to? There had to be a meaning behind it, just like all of the other ones I've been getting every time I get some shut eye.

I hide behind the nearest thing closest to me—a tree—as I hear footsteps. I continue to think. I closed my eyes, concentrating. Where was that village...

Oh. Oh, I am such an idiot. That village.

It was where Khaenri'ah used to stand, before Khaenri'ah even stood. I don't know how I know, but I do. I know where it is. I guess it's some sort of gut feeling.

Time to look through the Abyss, I guess..? But how do I even get there in the first place? And, more importantly, would the Abyss Order attack me on sight? (They probably will, I mean, who am I kidding? They probably loathe the Creator anyways for what they've become.)

Well, one way to find out, I guess. No hope left, but this was a lead onto something. And it's better to try than to give up, right? Besides, who else would if I didn't?

I wait for the rest of the footsteps to fade, before bolting to the location that I have engraved in my mind. I will not be dying today, nor ever. That much, I will bring with me.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.

Ghost Rebel Side Note: I don't think this one was as good as Part 1. To this, I apologize 😭 I am so sorry for making this a lower quality than the previous part! It honestly feels so rushed—I'm so sorry 😭 My motivation ran dry.

Will I make a Part 3 for this? Maybe, but it will take some time—motivation comes in sparks and it lights a fire before it disappears once it finds no more roots to burn :')

Also, since I'm at it...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR a) 4000+ LIKES AND b) 100 FOLLOWERS! Y'all are great, I swear 😭

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animeandfilmotaku · 3 months ago

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烏は主を選ばない-[A Raven Does not choose its master]-Intrigue and Insight.

In my normal regular brain, this is honestly my reaction to this series via a meme

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But I am a serious film review writer, and I really really need to gush one of the best anime series I have watched in recent years, so shall jump into the world of Yatsugarsu.

I may come late to the court drama genre party, thanks to Apothecary Diaries (薬屋のひとりごと) [FYI I really highly recommend this, if you love strong female characters and intriguing plot twists), so unfortunately I have to wait til February 2025 for Season 2 (I should read the novels too, as I heard it is also good), but it would be another show that I will recommend. As for now, I need to talk about this series 烏は主を選ばない [A Raven Does not choose its master]

So it started simply about Yukiya, a country boy from Taruhi who has unexpectedly cross pass with Prince Wakamiya (the true Kin’u), to be his aide (Though Yukiya has his sassy ways when dealing with his antics). So for the first half of the series- we deal with the 4 consorts vying for Wakamiya’s hand in marriage. I said it was great, it was cool, the intrigue is amazing with every plot twist from each consort having its own affairs and personality-all vying for . Not going to spoil for one of the biggest twists for that arc, but not all that it seems in the courts, that even Yukiya-an observer be like I am too old for this shit with these delulu nobles.

I would say Hamayuu is my favourite among the consorts, because she radiated intelligence and wit that every time I see her, I be like QUEEN, I love you so much 😩

However I wanted to give the shout out to the next part of the series that totally solidify the series for me as a whole, so after the selection process of the consort is officially done (With oh course revelations of our lovely consorts, again no spoilers), trouble seems to brew at the countryside as there are mutated yatsugarasus and killer were-monkeys (These things scared the shit out of me TBH) prowling through the villages, killing the residents- which Yukiya is pulled back to the Prince’s side, to investigate these horrors. I guess that is how Game of Thrones fans feel like with the plot twists they watched, because Raven’s plot twists are muah Chef’s kiss. Like every time I be like ‘This so-so is SUS” and the same time, did not expect the unexpected with the motivations. Like from the intrigue on who shall win Wakamiya’s hand, now it become like there are drugs???? There are evil monkeys???? Gang pacts????? Quoting that Lady Gaga Meme;

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You can say it makes you want more of its twists and turns in Yamauchi’s inner worlds.

Not to mention, I love the world-building that it is not jarring at all, but rather it serves you like a 9 course Michelin meal, which its politics, surroundings, mythos and livelihood interweaved so beautifully. I admit I am jealous how it is written, as I cannot even pen these worlds so intriguing and yet so brutal, which could be similar to real life.

As David Lean, one of my heroes said ‘I'm first and foremost interested in the story, the characters.’ and it really shined through the series, with the relationship between Wakamiya and Yukiya, who lived different lives; Wakamiya burdened with the destiny of protecting his fellow crows and Yukiya, a witty kid who learns that the world he lives is not what it seems and yet bonded by loyalty. They propelled the story through their observations and interactions with their allies, enemies or conspirators.

On the side note the endcard after every episode done by Natsuki-sensei (The illustrator for the Yatsugarsu series) which are so gorgeous by itself (I saw an online website where you can buy the postcard set itself, which I am jealous as it is expensive)

I am quite upset how this anime flew by the radar, with the more popular ones, but if you love court intrigue, refreshing world buliding and complex characters, this series is for you,and I hope you enjoy the ride as I was

I am hoping to get my hands to work on the novels by Abe-sensei itself so I can read it by itself, because it is just amazing

#a film geek's watching #LIKE FR this is a PSA to watch Yatsugarasu #A Raven Does not choose its master #yatagarasu series #yukiya #Wakamiya #karasu wa aruji wo erabanai #anime review #hamayuu #Asebi #Shiratama #Youtube

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 - floor seven. capabilities

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pairing; slight five x phoenix warnings; zombies basically, crushes word count; 6.8k notes; none for this one, blast from the bast maybe

A SILENT CRACK IN THE AIR SOUNDED AS FIVE APPEARED. With no other than Phoenix over his shoulder. Carefully he placed on her the bed, along with her collapsed cane beside her.

His eyes trailed over her as she peacefully slept the liquor away. He couldn't help his hand as he moved her red glasses away from her face. It was Eight, but at the same time, it was the furthest thing away that she had been. The girl currently on the bed, remarked on every single thing he ever said.

Not once did he notice his fingers trailing over her soft skin. Naturally bruised lips, long lashes brushing against her cheeks. All to reach her vibrant purple hair that framed her face, along with the fringe that finished right above her eyebrows.

Phoenix may have looked like Eight, but he now understood that she was everything but. Afraid of riding motorcycles, couldn't see through snow storms, and definitely couldn't hold her liquor for shit.

Snapping out of the trance he just placed her glasses on the table beside the bed, and he blinked with a crack away from the room.

The older Five plagued her dreams each time she closed her eyes. The man with hair draped over his eyes grabbed her shoulders.

"Save him, do whatever it takes," his voice echoed around her, no longer the calming beach that she had first seen.

Rather instead, the two stood in the middle of a floating piece of rubble. Around her were buildings, houses, cars, and trees, all floating. Swirling around her and the vibrant red sand.

Turning back to Five he once again spoke to her, but nothing reached her ears, "Five! Wait!"

Sitting up with a gasp she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Moving off the bed she dropped to the ground, hands grasping the dingy carpet. Taking a breath, her hands began glowing a red spreading all over the ground. Slowly the entire building began coming to an image to her.

Counting each person who was in the building, hearing their heartbeats, and their thoughts.

"Back to Hotel Obsidian, it seems," she mumbled to herself and grabbed her glasses and cane from the bed.

Not before raiding a suitcase by her feet. It was time for an outfit change. Not to say it was the best choice seeing the line of danger the whole world was getting into. Stopping by the tailors in the hotel she let them choose from the suitcase.

She was left with a white turtle neck long-sleeve with thumbholes, white straight-fit jeans along with some new red cowgirl boots.

The woman with a French accent kissed her fingers, "Muah, my best work as of yet," she mumbled then pushed the teen girl with her glasses and cane.

Phoenix just waved and left the room walking down the empty halls of the hotel. But before she could make her way to the breakfast area a voice called out to her.

"Bird you're awake great!" he called and grabbed her by the elbow, his eyes trailing her new outrageous outfit. When did she have time to change?

The teen had barely gotten dressed and was already dragged somewhere new, "Where are you taking me?" she mumbled, "I haven't eaten yet," she whined.

"You're going to my family meeting," he added and blinked away back to old Hargreeves home.

As they arrived Five watched the girl make her way to a wall, touching it with her hand, "Jesus your dad has a big house," she mumbled dragging her fingers along the wall.

Five rolled his eyes and pulled her towards the living room, "Come on Bird, no one has time for your freakish eyesight," he said.

Her cane left soft taps on the large carpet as she moved along, "How are you alive?" A male voice called as he looked over to the purple-haired girl.

Phoenix cocked her head and turned over to the man who had spoken to her, "I'll have you know I've always been alive, just no eyesight," she said with a scoff.

Ben smirked at the sight, this one happened to look more feisty than the last one, "So you came back just for me?" he asked moving closer to her, "Knew you couldn't get enough of me."

The purple-haired girl scoffed, "Sorry to burst your bubble mate, but I don't know you," she said and tapped her cane on the ground, sending a weak enough pulse to make him stumble.

Five just pulled the girl away before she started another fight with the man. But he didn't miss the look Ben continued to give Phoenix.

The two now standing away from any of the families, "Oh, I'd like a cookie," Phoenix said smelling the desert from her spot.

As she was about to make her way there, Five stopped her, "Let me, you cause trouble everywhere you go," he mumbled and blinked off to Grace to grab a couple of cookies, "Here now stay quiet."

The girl just huffed and shrugged her shoulders, "Fine," she replied and began eating some of the cookies FIve had given her.

"Welcome, please make yourselves at home," Fei says as her raven caws and flies over her.

Allison in her chair rolled her eyes at the statement, "Bitch this is our home," she says looking over to the woman.

At this Phoenix just shoves more cookies in her mouth, she loves family drama. Her house life wasn't all that exciting.

"Where the hell is Viktor, Klaus, and Chris?" Diego then asked looking around the room to see them missing.

Five sighed, "With our luck, probably Kugelblitzed by now," he responded not caring at his point.

The purple-haired girl smacks his arm, "Five you can't say that about your siblings," she mumbled to him.

The time traveler just looked over to her and shoved another cookie in her mouth, "Hush, Bird."

Ben who had been idly listening to the talking clapped his hands, "We don't have time for idle chitchat," paused his eyes landing on the girl standing beside Five, "But for you anytime," he said his voice lower, "Everyone let's sit down."

Five glared at the man, "In your dreams, stay away from her," he hissed and pulled Phoenix to sit beside him.

The girl with her mouth full of cookies looked over at Five, "This is the brother you mentioned," she whispered words hard to understand with food in her mouth.

Five leans over and clicks his tongue, "No this Ben is from your universe, our Ben is dead," he replied simply.

Luther looked around at the family, both of them, "So, uh, this is nice. All of us here together. One big happy family," he said chuckling nervously, then moving to Sloan, "I feel like I'm sweaty. Am I sweating?"

Sloan leaned up and touched his face, "No, you're fine," she said pulling him to his chair.

Ben rolled his eyes at the two, "Look, I know there's been bad blood between us—"

"—You killed my wife," Five said with a deadpan look back at Ben.

He lifted a finger, "No, it was our father that did that, but whatever. Bygones, right?"

Diego raised his bandaged hand, "Question?" Ben says looking over at the man.

"Yeah, if I kill you, do we get our Ben back?" He asks seriously, making Fei chuckle on her end, "Hypothetically."

Ben again rolled his eyes, "Keep talking, and your hand won't be the only thing bleeding."

Five annoyed at the back-and-forth pitches in, "Okay, if the testosterone twins are done, I'd like to get back to a plan."

Before anyone could get back on track, Vikor walked in quickly, "Where is he?" he asked.

Allison on the other end of the group looks at him, "Viktor," she greets him.

The man looked at everyone's brows furrowed, "What did you do to Harlan?"

"They didn't do anything," Allison said looking at Viktor, "I did. I killed Harlan."

Phoenix made a face at the news, "Holy shit, I thought you guys were incapable of killing," she paused to poke Five, "Well except you, but this is good," she says in a whisper looking back at what was happening.

Tears welled up in Viktor's eyes at the news, "I...I don't...I don't understand, why?" he asks heartbreakingly at the news that the little boy he saved just a few days ago is now dead.

She shrugged, "Because he didn't deserve to live.

Ben then moved and squeezed himself between Phoenix and Five, one arm around her. A bowl of cheese balls is in his lap as he offers.

The girl didn't even feel his arm around her shoulder, picking up cheese balls and shoving them in her mouth watching the show. Five just clenches his jaw at the sight.

"What? Because they said so? You don't have to listen to them." she says pointing at Ben and his siblings.

"20 bucks on the little one," Ben whispered as he watched too.

Phoenix nodded, "I'm with you, Allison's a bitch," she replies grabbing more snacks.

Five makes a face and nods, "I'll take that action."

"They don't get to tell us what to do," Viktor adds still equally as sad at the news, "You could've talked to me. We could've figured out something else."

Allison rolls her eyes, "So, what if you could lie to us again and take his side?" she rebuttals.

Phoenix shrugs, "She's not wrong," she whispers.

Viktor shook his head, "That's not what happened," he said voice low.

The Rumor furrowed her brows, "Oh, no, that's exactly what happened. I know Harlan killed all of our mothers," she then says dropping a big bomb.

"What?" Diego exclaimed.

Five was equally as shocked, "What?"

Luther looked over from Allison to Viktor, "Shit."

"Bloody plot twist," Lila adds taking a bite of her Twizzlers.

Phoenix leans forward and grabs more cheese balls, "Said it sister," she says Australian accent dragging it out.

Viktor was silent, "Who told you that?"

"Harlan," Allison replied then cocked her head to her brother, "After you lied about it to my face."

Diego didn't want to take sides but it was the mother's thing, "Is that true Viktor? Harlan started all this?"

Having no choice but to come to clean Viktor confirmed, "Yeah, but he didn't mean to hurt anyone. He—"

Before he could finish Five piped in, "How do you know?" he asked jaw clenched.

"Because I knew him. And he was sweet and kind until I made him like us. Okay? So, I screwed him up. And if you need someone to blame I'm right here—"

Arms crossed Allison continued her dark glare toward Viktor, "What makes you think I don't?" she cuts him off.

Viktor's eyes gleamed as the tears idly sat, "This wasn't about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Payback for—" he pauses when Allison stands from her seat.

Phoenix moved her hand out to hold Fives, "Oh shit, this is getting real," she mumbled not realizing she looked for him, but Five never made a move to remove her hand.

"Go on," Allison says standing before Viktor, "Say her name."

Luther feeling the tension got up, "You know what? Maybe we should all just take a minute—" but paused when Allison listed a hand, "—okay," he quipped and sat back down.

"Did killing Harlan bring Claire back?" he asks.

Equally as quickly Allison replies, "Did protecting him bring Sissy back? It was just as personal for you—"

"—I didn't kill anyone!" He then yells out of frustration.

"But you risked everyone! Do you know what that felt like?" Allison says eyes moving to look at every part of Viktor, "Watching you fight harder to protect the man who helped destroy my daughter than you ever did to bring her back?"

The purple haired could feel and see the powers coming off them in waves. Even if they weren't using them, she could tell these two were powerful.

"I don't know how to bring Claire back. Okay? No one does. But I was there for you. I tried. I was—" Viktor adds, hoping to get her to understand what he was going through.

Allison scoffs, "To what? Help me grieve? God, this whole family is so quick to tell me to suck up my pain and so worried about fixing yours! Somebody had to pay because you never seem to." she says through her teeth, "Destroy the world, kill Pogo, almost kill me, and for what? So we can all run around and clean up your mess? Eight saved us both times after you almost end the world!" she yells again, thinking of the blonde girl who would understand the love of a mother, "And where is she now? Dead! I'm sick of it."

Five never was a fan of anyone talking of his late wife, but with how this was going, he knew it wouldn't be long before a fight broke out, "Take it easy Allison."

"Okay, I—" Viktor starts but Allison cuts him off.

"Shut your mouth!" she yells voice echoing as her eyes glow an eerie gold, her powers activating, "Every time I build a new life for myself, you end the world and take it from me!" she yells at Viktor as he can't speak.

Five furrows his brows at this, "How are you doing this without saying, 'I heard a rumor'?" he asks shocked about this new extent of her powers.

Phoenix now stands from her seat, "She was gifted powers from Harlan," she says feeling her old aura mixed with this much darker, heavier one.

Allison looks over at the blind girl, "Your girlfriend is right for once," she hisses, then looks back at Viktor, "We should have left you in the basement."

At this Diego stands knowing it was taking it a little too far, "Woah, Allison take it easy!"

Before much could be said, Viktor backhands Allison making her stumble. The man looked around and left the mansion.

"You okay?" Five asks Allison hoping to calm things down.

But the Rumor didn't bat an eyelash, "I'm fine. Let's continue."

Ben smiled at the action, "Sweet, you guys fight just like us," he said as he ate a few more cheese balls.

Diego couldn't say much, he knew whatever just happened was just pushing the boundaries, "Nah, man. We don't fight like this," he replied, watching where Viktor had just been standing.

The Australian whistled lowly as she stood, "Welp that was something," then she paused to look over at Fei and the remaining Sparrows, "Okay will you show us the Kugelblitz?"

The short-haired woman nodded and motioned everyone to follow her down the steps. As the two families reached the steps. Phoenix couldn't help but frown at the feeling of the power.

As Five stood beside her, she leaned towards him, "This won't be easy, I'm telling you this now. This thing is surging with the most energy I've seen anything have," she mumbled.

Five scoffed at her words, "Yeah I could see it Bird. And it's going to take the whole damn universe."

Ben looked over at Five who was analyzing the bright orb, "What is it made of?"

Sloan looked over and shrugged, "Micro black holes collapsing at increasingly short intervals," she said to the teen near her.

"Why aren't we getting sucked inside?" He asks raising a brow.

Sloan shrugged again, "Honestly we don't know," she said looking back at the bright light, "You shouldn't exist here, and neither should this."

The teen hummed, "An impossibility for an impossibility," he paused to look over at Phoenix who hadn't taken her eyes off the light, "The universe is a sucker for balance."

"Grace has been tracking the waves. The next one is due in three hours," Fei informs the room.

Diego who was standing behind looked over at the people in the other room, "Alright so what do we do?"

Sloan looks over at him, "We trap it," she simply responds.

"Dyson sphere?" Five questions assuming he was right.

The woman nodded, "Yeah," she said confirming his assumption.

The teen clicks his tongue, "Okay, Confinement factor?"

Pheonix snaps from her daze and looks over at Five and Sloan. Building off each other by the second.

"0.98 at peak energy flux," she replies with a smile.

"Tensile strength?"

"UTS ceiling of 10,000 gigapascals," she responds equally as quickly.

Phoenix turns to look at Lila, mouthing a "What the fuck." The two shrugging at the jargon.

"I'm sorry but are we supposed to find this hot?" The two said in unison looking the two back and forth.

All she got from the two was a glare from Five who rolled his eyes at her.

Allison from the corner of the room looks over at them, "What do you think, Five?"

"Could work..." he paused to look at the others, "or we could all die horribly."

Phoenix snorted, "Speak for yourself, I'll outlive everyone in this room."

Five rolled his eyes, but looked at the Sparrows, "I'm in."

Fei lifted her hand, "We don't need you," she paused and looked around, "For this to work we need Sloane, Lila, Christoper, Phoenix—" again she paused to look in her direction, "That's if you have the same skills as Eight did—and—"

Allison cut them off before they could finish, "—Viktor. Of course," she finished and walked out of the basement, with a stomp. She couldn't believe that after the argument of how he was nothing but useless. He had to be a part of the plan.

Sloane looked over at Phoenix and raised a brow, "How do we know you're anything like Eight?" she then asked, not believing that the teen before her would be of any use.

The purple-haired girl just smiled, "You don't," was all she simply replied with, moving her hand to push her glasses up her nose. She might have been forced to join this little club, but she didn't owe anyone to show her powers, "I'll supervise," she shrugged.

After everyone had dispersed and went their separate ways, Pheonix stayed behind to look at the glowing orb. The powerful energy, pulsed in small waves as she stood near. Somehow it felt warm to stand near it, the distant humming that it emitted, that no one else could hear.

Something about it felt familiar but she couldn't place what it was. Eight? She had been a woman with great power, a strange pattern in her abilities. But it wasn't Eight, her powers had been a bright light, and different waves of energy merged with hers.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice came behind her.

The purple-haired girl said nothing for a moment, "There is something familiar about this energy, I've felt it before."

She then felt Five standing beside her, "How would you have this type of energy before?" he mumbled, "There hasn't been anyone in this timeline that didn't belong, before us."

Pheonix shrugged at his response, "I don't know, but I've felt it," she paused for a moment, "it feels like thousands of shockwaves going off at once. You feel it deep in your gut."

Before Five could say anything else, Phoenix gasped and gripped her chest. The teen grabbed at her shaking figure, "Hey what's wrong?"

She turned her head to him, "I got to go, it's Chris," she mumbled.

Five, "Bird, wait—" but she was gone before he could calm her down about what the issue was.

She didn't know exactly the feeling, but the boy she had grown to know, was in danger. Not only was he the one to go and find her, but he knew what Eight's plan was.

Phoenix stumbled as she landed in new territory. She could feel Chris' flickering energy. Doing her best to register her senses, she looked around in horror. It was her parent's house. The very one she grew up in.

But this time all the greenery, and large trees surrounding her home were gone. All that was left was the burnt chard leftover from the trees. But it didn't feel as if anything was burnt.

"Phoenix!" a voice called to her from behind, "You shouldn't be here, you need to leave."

The purple-haired girl turned to Chris who had made his way to her. She could feel his heartbeat racing miles a minute.

"Chris, what is happening here?" She asked turning to the house that was in ruins, "Are my parents okay? Who did this?"

Chris shook his head and grabbed her shoulder, "Look you have to leave, this will not end well. The Kugelblitz has two points in this universe that it will not destroy, one is the hotel, and the other is here, but you can't be here," he rushed out hoping that she would leave.

The girl furrowed her brows, "I cannot leave you here Chris, you're hurt, I could feel your energy weakening," she replied not wanting to leave him alone.

He shook his head, "I don't care, you need—"

Before he could finish his sentence a large blast pushed them both tumbling on the burnt ground. The girl groaned at being pushed to the ground. It had been a very long time since she didn't see any attack coming towards her. Lifting her head, her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"Eight?" Phoenix whispered as she pushed herself off the ground, "I thought you were—"

The blonde stood before the two in pristine condition. Her blonde hair ran past her shoulders, her uniform clean and untouched, as she had never been stabbed in the first place.

"Dead?" she asked, but her voice wasn't the one she had heard once before. This one was dark and sinister. Nothing alluring as it usually is, "I'm anything but dead, sweetheart, seems they already replaced me."

Chris then got up, "They didn't replace you, this is your plan Eight!" he yelled fists beginning to glow a yellow.

The blonde smirked at the sight, "I didn't plan this, I wouldn't want to see my family parading around with a danger like her."

The teen boy snarled at Eight, "You don't know what you're talking about, Phoenix is here to help us, which is what you told us to do."

Phoenix couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the thought of Eight knowing the things she had done.

As if she was reading her mind Eight chuckled and began twirling a piece of hair on her finger, "Oh little old bird didn't tell you the horrors she's committed?"

Phoenix twitched at the sound of that, "Please don't," she begged this wouldn't end the way she had imagined it.

A much darker laughter came from Eight at the thought, "She killed her classmates when she was a young girl, killed a whole bar of men, a full floor of hospital employees—"

Before she could finish her sentence Chris had stepped forward to punch the blonde woman, "You don't know what you're talking about!" he hissed moving to punch her again, just to swing at nothing as she had disappeared.

"Oh you poor souls working with the devil incarnation," she giggled now walking on the branches of the burnt trees, "So much blood on her hands, you wouldn't even know.." she cackled appearing again behind Phoenix to brush a hand on her back.

Phoenix flinched at the feeling, "Y-you don't know that full story," she tried to say, but no matter the story, she still did have all that blood on her hands. All those lives were taken because she couldn't control her abilities.

"You don't owe her an explanation," Chris then hissed appearing with a crack to punch the blonde woman onto the ground. On the ground, the blonde yelped, but quickly got up and swiped her left leg to trip him.

He gave him a sinister smile, "And you don't know who you're messing with," she hissed her bright-colored power now intermixed with shades of black, twitching her fingers she surrounded his neck with her power, "Now you're going to die for it, you little pest."

Chris began to choke at the feeling, "You bitch," he hissed and made his hand move, throwing a large tree over her. Releasing from the hold he coughed. Walking over to her and grabbing a knife from his pocket. He moved his hand to stab her heart, but she rolled over before she could.

Her hands gripped the dirt, powers falling again until her golden hair floated around her. Eight moved her head, looking up, and dug her fingers in the dirt. Thick roots sprouted up from the ground forcing themselves to grab Chris in any way.

"You think you and your little knife will do anything?" she asked moving to stand the roots still following her every single movement.

The teen huffed but ran forward, doing his best to avoid all the flying roots. Sliding under them, and jumping from root to root, "You underestimate me, sister," he called, making replicas of himself and going after her.

He didn't know who this was in front of him, but it couldn't be the Eight that he knew. The girl he had grown to know cared for him when she had no memory. And even when she got her memories back, she had devised a plan to save her family. Now, who the fuck was the person that currently fought him?

His clones hopped over and under the vines, all fighting their way to reach Eight.

Eight turned her head when she felt one of the clones get a little too close. Twitching her fingers she sent a vine to impale it in the heart—the fake version of Chris turning to dust.

"Is that the best you can do?" she laughed continuing to kill the clones that all got too close.

The real Chris who stood on a much taller tree rolled his eyes, twirling the knife in hand, his clones followed the movement. Flinging it towards the blonde who stood in the middle of the sentient tree roots.

Eight only smirked at the sight of the knives, before they could reach her, she took control of each of them. Stopping them inches from her, her eerie glowing eyes trailed over the clones resting on the twisting roots. Before landing on the real Chris that was sitting on the tallest tree.

"I got you," she whispered, her fingers twitching once more turning the natural direction of the knives towards the teen, "Bye, Chris," she called.

Pheonix knew who Eight was through the name. She was a mother, sister, and wife. Every story that was said about her was told with love and admiration. Even when she infiltrated the Commission all those times, they all admired the woman. But what had they done to her? Who had made her this way?

Not wasting a second more she dropped her cane and began running towards Chris, "Enough!" she called.

Through her voice a pulse was felt on the ground, Eight looked up at her knives and watched them all convert from the darker shades of colors to a brilliant red, "Oh shit—" was all she said, not having enough time to react as the knives once more turned, but each one began to lengthen, all quickly landing back through Eight.

The blonde who somehow was still alive looked over at the purple-haired girl. Her power was so effortless, the way she had converted the weapon into something so different, "You don't even know who you are," she said as blood began to fall from the sides of her mouth.

Pheonix didn't move from her position, she couldn't see the spears surrounded by her red energy, "I know who I am, I protect those who are in need, when did you stop doing that?"

Eight scoffed and began laughing, the blood continuing to fall from her mouth, then coughed to look at the girl's gleaming glasses, "You don't know anything..." she huffed out before letting her last breath, and her head fell limp. Blonde hair covering her face.

Chris let out a breath at the sight, "I'm sorry but you couldn't have done that sooner?" he called running a hand through his hair, "You transformed my knives, and made them real," he whispered leaning closer to look at the spear that protruded from the ground.

Phoenix sighed, "I try not to use any of my abilities all that much," she said walking over to her cane and picking it up.

The teen shook his head, "Uh, no, you should use them, I mean with the power you have—" he paused to walk alongside her, "You could handily take down the sparrows."

"I will not be doing anything," she replied and grabbed his arm, warping them back to the mansion.

As the two returned, Chris stumbled as they landed, "That felt weird," he mumbled holding his stomach, "It felt as if all my intestines were stretched out and put back together."

The teen rolled her eyes from under her glasses, "And you're stupid," she replied walking forward to where she felt Five was.

But before she could do anything more the building started shaking, Five came out of the room and caught sight of the Phoenix.

"Bird we have to go," he called rushing over to the girl that was trying to stabilize.

Phoenix turned to him, "I wasn't even gone that long, what did you guys do," she said grabbing onto his forearm, "I could feel it, that energy is stronger now," she added.

Five nodded, "I'll explain later, we have to go," he said and grabbed her, blinking out of sight. While Chris was quick and grabbed Ben before he got swallowed by the orb.

And then suddenly everyone was back at the hotel, the place where it had all begun.

"Well I also have news for you," Phoenix said as they stood by the railing at the hotel.

Five turned to her and raised a brow, "Don't go proclaiming your love to me now," he mumbled.

The teen scoffed and tapped her cane on the railing, the one he was holding, sending an electrical current through it.

Five hissed and stepped back looking down to see the red sparks die down, "It was a joke," he replied placing his hands back on the railing, "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"

Phoenix sighed, "When I felt Chris in danger and got there—" Before she could finish Five cuts in.

"Okay where is there?" he asked turning to look over at her.

"Five shut the fuck up," she hissed and sighed once more, "I found him at my old house, my parents to be more precise, but he wasn't alone," she said pausing, "Eight was there."

At this the boy froze and looked at her with wide eyes, she could feel his heart rate increase at the mention of his late wife, "What do you mean she was there? I held her dead body in my arms."

Phoenix shrugged at his words, "I wasn't there to confirm that, but she was in the flesh, but not like the woman you remember Five. She actively tried to kill Chris and me."

Five's grip on the railing tightened, knuckles beginning to turn white, "Where is she?"

"I killed her," she simply answered.

He looked down and tightly shut his eyes at the thought, "Show me, I know you can," he mumbled his body visibly shaking now.

Phoenix nodded knowing what he was talking about. Leaning her cane towards the railing, she moved both hands to grip the side of his face, fingers glowing the familiar red.

Five's blue eyes began glowing red, and then he was transported to the memory of his wife fighting the two. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, that wasn't Eight. She wouldn't ever willingly bring danger to her loved ones. Someone had taken control of her. Not only did he see Eight's new dark form, but he felt Phoenix's fear, nerves, and stress.

But he felt a warmth pitter against his chest as she stepped forward to save the boy from Eight's wrath. But then he got a glimpse of Phoenix's powers, the way the knives all lengthed so quickly, just to spear Eight everywhere. He pulled away right when he got a glimpse of her dead eyes.

"That wasn't her," he mumbled shaking his head, trying to think of any reason she would be acting this way.

"So I've been told," she replied and pulled away completely, hand moving back to grab her cane, "any clue of what's wrong with her?"

Five was silent for a moment, looking down below the railing, "No, she was fine when we arrived, a little jittery," he paused to look over at Phoenix, "but that was probably from her plan coming to motion."

"Do you think she knew that this would happen?" she then asked now curious how far ahead Eight knew what would happen.

At that, the teen paused and bit his lip in thought, "I honestly don't know, after her memory came back in the 60's she was more alert, sort of not there anymore."

Pheonix nodded, "She was living her future already..." she said softly, "I can't do that, how is she able to see the future?"

The two were silent for a moment also thinking of the possibilities. That was before Five broke the silence, "I have a theory that you two are different sides of the same coin."

The blind girl raised a brow, "Elaborate."

Five nodded and turned to look at her, "Okay, from what I've seen the two of you can do it. There are things that both of you don't share, maybe hers is just seeing into the future," he paused again tapping his chin, "Have you jumped to any different timelines?"

Phoenix nodded, "I have plenty of times, I got on the radar of the Commission a little too many times."

At this Five scoffed, "Of course, you were the troubled teen that appeared in different times," he sighed closing his eyes and remembering hearing of a young girl who purposely wanted to change the future, "You're lucky neither of us was ever assigned to you."

Five chuckled at his words and looked at Phoenix who said nothing. He waved his hand before her face, and snapping out of her trance, she gripped his hand, "She's sought me out multiple times, it's just coming to me now."

He had no recollection of the said visits, it seemed his wife would hide more things than she led on, "How do you know that?"

She shook her head, "I just remembered—I mean I knew about it before since I knew a part of her plan. But just now I remembered that when I was a little girl she was there, when I was a teen she was there, and multiple sightings of her being near. I never put it together until now."

Five knew that his wife was always thinking ahead, be he didn't know this ahead. What had she seen in the future that warranted this much secrecy? That she knew she was going to die? Of who she would become? Did Reginald know of Phoenix?

"That's odd indeed, we now have two things to worry about," he mumbled bringing his hand to his mouth to lightly bite on his thumb, "As much as it pains me to say, Eight will have to wait."

Pheonix only nodded and turned to his family behind them, who had just started to get into a heated argument.

Five rolled his eyes at his brothers, "Hey! You guys done?" he called silencing the two as he walked away from the railing, "The universe is disappearing outside. So you can keep rearranging the deck chairs of the Titanic if it makes you feel better. But the fact remains that we are too late." he says to them.

Diego and Ben scoff at the younger boy talking to them.

"It's over Luther, we failed," he adds.

The larger man sitting beside Sloane frowns, "Come on it can't be over," he starts as his eyes dart over to Phoenix, "We haven't even given Phoenix a go, maybe she's the answer."

Diego nodded, "Yeah, come on, Five. We gotta figure this out, man," he started, "Luther's right, copy Eleanor hasn't given it a go."

The purple-haired girl rolled her eyes under her glasses, "You bunch are crazy, look at the big picture you morons," she paused to tap her chin, "Let me think, for the past who knows how many days you lot have spent your time trying to save the world from ending," she starts, "Not only did you fail twice, but you got one of yours killed," she adds with a raise of her brows.

For a moment all of them stood silent, looking anywhere but towards the blind teen.

Luther is always the optimist, "Well, we made some friends along the way," he says looking at Sloane who was grabbing his arm.

Five rolled his eyes and pointed towards him, "Incorrect!" he said and watched Luther's smile fall from his face, "Nothing, we made things worse every single time," he hissed towards his family.

Allison who was reclining on a pillar scoffed, "Amen to that."

Five sighs and calms himself a little more, "Look when I went to the Commission, I had a conversation with my 100-year-old self. And my last words were, 'Don't save the world.'"

Everyone had looks of confusion, "'Don't save the world'?" Vikor questions.

"Don't save the world," Phoenix reiterated.

Diego furrowed his brows, "Fake Eleanor, that's the stupidest thing you've said yet," he said looking at her.

"Is it?" Luther asked thinking about the words his brother and Phoenix had said, "Well whatever we're doing is not working. All we ever do is save the world for a day, pat ourselves on the back, and then everything goes to shit again."

Viktor couldn't believe his family was thinking of giving up, "Yeah, maybe we're the problem."

"Oh, yeah, Us," Allison scoffs at the stupid remark.

Lila looks at the two, "Wait, your big plan is no plan?" she asked raising a brow, now confused about how the family that was so adamant about saving the world, is now giving up.

Five nodded, at the moment if he got rid of the whole ending of the world problem, he could maybe resolve the issue of his wife coming back from the dead, "Exactly, conscientious objection."

Phoenix coughed, "Well you might as well try, you did come in bursting through my timeline and got everyone I know killed," she added with a smile, "Maybe this is the way the universe wanted you to go, embrace you're ending."

Sloane just hugged Luther a bit tighter, "What if it's...nothing?"

"Then it's been nice knowing you all. Whatever's on your bucket list, I recommend you do that now," he finishes and looks over at the purple-haired girl, "Bird?"

Even though the world was ending, and nothing could be done, Five still wanted to know what would happen to his wife.

As Phoenix was about to follow him to find the answers to his alive/dead wife, she felt a spike of serotonin in the room. Not something she'd felt in a while, the warm feeling caused her to turn and notice it was coming from the couple on the loveseat.

Luther smiled down at Sloane, "Well on that super happy note...we've um..." he paused and mumbled, "Oh what the hell," he said with a smile, "We've got a little announcement to make," he said and looked down at Sloane.

The woman smiled from ear to ear lifting a hand, "We're engaged!" she excitedly said towards her family and the umbrellas.

Five just sighed and sat down, "idiots," he mumbled, knowing another marriage would be ruined by the apocalypse that was waiting to happen.

Even Allison was confused out of her mind and angry at a lot, "Now?" she asked eyes wide, and brows raised.

Luther nodded, "Yeah, look we realize the timing is less than ideal. But it's now or never. Am I right, Five?"

The boy was less than inclined to answer, "Don't drag me into this, please."

Phoenix smiled, "I love weddings, so this will be fun," she called making the couple smile, at least one person was on their side.

"Thank you Phoenix, Whatever time we have left, we wanna spend it with all of you," she added holding Luther close to her person, "if you would join us in the banquet hall at 6:00 p.m. and the official union of what left of our two great families."

Luther smiled at his fiancé, "Dress code is creative black-tie," he said and everyone went their separate ways.

Chris smiled a drink now in hand, "I love weddings, I always look good in suits," he giggled and skipped off to a chair.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #aidan gallagher #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x oc

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pinepickled · 2 months ago

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❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

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THIS IS HARD!!!! When I dream of a fic, I simply write it.... there is one genre of fic that I really adore but can't bring myself to write and it's daemon aus, as in His Dark Materials. I *adore* the sort of "spirit animal" concept but I just can't write it myself! And this AU is so rare I can barely find any fics for it, especially in modern fandoms!!! It's such a dilemma for me, I'm begging *anyone* willing to write it.

I find myself wanting existing fics to update more, though. For instance, Whumpbby has a couple fics they haven't updated in years (no hate obviously, that's just how the cookie crumbles sometimes) but their Reaper76 one and Voltron Gijinka ones are really good and I am BEGGING for more. [Linked below)

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Well, I can't recommend enough! Aside from the ones above, there's:

want to see your animal side by blackkat (but blackkat has said they want to distance themselves from this fandom so.... sigh). It's a Naruto yokai au Kakashi/Zabuza fic that's deliciously spicy and builds on Naruto's lore nicely. This is the fic that inspired my own fic series In the Snowfields!

Pretty Hyung Who Buys Me Food by InBooks which is a S Classes that I raised fic, Sung Hyunjae/Han Yoojin ofc, where instead of regressing 5 years, he regressed 20 and lost his memories 👀 sweet and funny and adorable, highly recommend

Never Ever by LostOzian (their archive) is a Tiger and Bunny fic, Omegaverse bc that's how we roll, where Tiger hasn't smelled a compatible Alpha that he liked ever, until Barnaby came along. The tension is so tight it could be a yaoi uke's asshole. Highly, highly recommend if you like slow burn and forced-proximity

A World of One Color by The Big Roman (Hammocker) is a Roman Sionis (Black Mask)/Jason Todd fic series that I drool over every time I think about it. Sadistic yet caring Roman and a Jason desperate to be loved, muah. Chefs kiss. Honestly anything in the Jason/Roman ao3 tag is perfect.

Designation: Miracle by Umisabaku is a kuroko no basket fic with all the classic pairings (and a curveball with my favorite, Akashi/Furihata) which is a sci fi au of KNB. Her summary is the best so I'll just copy:

"It's been three years since seven human experiments, called "Miracles," escaped Teiko Industries, alerting the world to the presence of super-powered children. Now they're finally integrating into society-- going to normal high schools, playing basketball, falling in love-- and trying to find out if it's possible to truly escape their past."

I find it so difficult to get into plot-heavy fic, especially these days, but this fic is a downright masterpiece. I can't emphasize enough: if you're going to read anything on this list, read this. The plots emotional and technical beats never disappoint, and Umisabaku has a rich and wonderful range of OCs that are just as if not more interesting than the characters we know. They've also written stunning original fiction you can find on their Tumblr!!! @/umisabaku

Tear into your Soul by Nirejseki. Just kinky fucked up Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama goodness.

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Phew, that last section got long. Believe it or not, I don't really listen to Playlists! I let YouTube Recommended decide lmao. Here's one I enjoy though: https://youtu.be/nGjtdh5T9II

Thank you for the asks <3<3<3<3<3<3 I love doing these!

#ask games #pine's asks

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harrowfaints · 2 years ago

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So I thought of a lot of ways do to this, but I ultimately decided to go through what I reread the most (TLT is exempt from this list because obvz I love that) and just know that if you're already in the sapphic fantasy book scene, you've probably already heard of/read these:

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone: This is honestly one of the most stupidly romantic books I've ever read that I think everyone should read. It's not too long. And let me reassure you, I hate time travel story lines, but I emphatically love this book. The first time I read it, I literally did so in one sitting because I was so captivated by the beautiful letters exchanged between two spies on opposites of the war. PLEASE read it if you love sapphic scifi/fantasy. The Abyss Surrounds Us duology by Emily Skrutskie: I've usually sold people on these books via "there are pirates and government sanctioned and manufactured sea monsters to fight the pirates." But it features two young heroines in a deliciously complicated situation with muah complications in their relationship. The Jasmine Throne/The Burning Kingdom series by Tasha Suri: An exiled princess and her hand maid with ulterior motives. I was so sucked into the plot and also especially the world building of these books. The writer is British with a South Asian background and an academic history with that literature I believe and it's amazing. Youngblood by Sasha Laurens: If you love vampire narratives but hate the age gap issue, this is a really great read. It's one of those great twilight-esque highschool narratives with all the complicated relationship webs, but it really sings and does its own thing. I was especially in love with the Taylor, the baby butch vampire. Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon: If you're into something like Games of Thrones or anything else that utilizes sociological story telling, this is a great book. That's not always my thing, but I found all the characters compelling. There is a queen and a handmaiden whose relationship that drew me in a lot 1) in the various ways their relationship was complicated over the novel and 2) in the ways intimacy was expressed between them. Gearbreakers duology by Zoe Hana Mikuta: The government has power ranger robots and the rebels have task forces that specialize in taking them down. Two people on opposite sides of the war end up tentatively joining forces. Again, deliciously complicated relationships and trust issues being explored.

#book recs #i have way more than this #but these are the top #can post more if youre hungry

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crash-and-cure · 2 years ago

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Dear Crash,

I had too much for a reply on your post so I'm writing you here :) I tend to read other writers' fic either late at night or during the day (at work or in between life bs) and so I feel bad, because I don't usually take the time to really tell people how good their writing is, like specifically. But I want to be better, and I feel like if I'm not going to celebrate a 21K first chapter like Burin' a Hole, than what kind of person am I?

Did I know what the omegaverse was bf yesterday? No. In fact, and I mean this without judgement, but bc I have never really read this genre bf, I was a little unsure or wary of what to expect but I have read you other work so many times , that I just dove in. And then I reread it again. There were several things that I noticed reading it a second time, like the significance of having her be a make-up artist and the quote from Kitty, ugh, of course, because she is hiding who she is, the appeal of this career/interest makes so much sense. Elvis reading the mail when she comes to tell him she got another job. There were so many other things that just bowl me over with how much work you put into crafting this piece. The humor too - that Doner party gag, ahhhhh! Perry Mason wins, lollll!

And the way you build these characters, especially E and reader ! Muah, chef's kiss! I love the flipped expectations bf they present, I really appreciated that reader is not just using suppressants to save her father's reputation (bc I don't think that would be motivation enough), but because of her history with alphas, and having watched what her mother went through, and fear of abandonment, and the genuine fear of the intensity of being mated to one. I could see why she does what she does. One of my favorite passing vignettes is the image of Elvis holding up traffic trying to get her to come back to the show after they fight while she walks to the bus stop with a suitcase.

And, of course, the last part ... well, let's just say I have a feeling that section is now one of my go to comfort readings when I want to smile and shiver and be inspired in my own writing.

I'm probably fangirling out too much here, but I'll just end by saying thanks for your fucking brilliance and I'm so grateful I found your work! 21 K fucking words!!! I guess I'm an alpha!elvis stan now, which i never predicted by am so in to, picturing angry alpha austin elvis here....

xoxo

Norah

Thank you so much ☺ I love to hear what people loved most about my pieces and I'm so happy to see when they pick up on those details!

When I started writing this one, there was so much to think about in terms of how the ABO dynamics interacted with the era. Which was a lot of fun to speculate on and at times also overwhelming TBH, but once I figured this out and the details within the request I was able to go from there. When I got the request the thought she was a makeup artist while also being someone who hides who she is was too good of detail to leave so happy to see you picked up on it. The humor was an important aspect to me to really showcase their friendship (what's a light threat of cannibalism between best friends lol).

That being said the build up of the relationship was one of the most crucial aspects to the story for me as to why of all the omegas that froth at the mouth over him, why reader? So them being friends since they were kids and being shaped by one another was something I really wanted to explore. Knowing how he was described as a kid, that definitely factored into how he was expected to present in this world, so reader had to be on the opposite end of that spectrum. Her being his most ardent supporter since the get-go, and basically being the extrovert that adopts the introvert was something I thought fit well into that why.

The readers motivations were also in the same vein of asking why not go for it? Especially making a bold reader, you're right on the money that saving her piece of shit father's reputation was her lowest priority. Fear of abandonement is something I think many people can relate to so the fact that in this world an abandoned mated omega going into heat oftentimes = death, doesn't help either. It doesn't help that the fact that her primary example for an A/O relationship fell apart so spectacularly and both parents to some degree laid the responsibility for it's destruction at her feet, and she unintentionally internalized alot of the blame and now believes that there is something inherently wrong with her.

Something I also had to take into account was why Elvis didn't go for it earlier either, and I can't believe I forgot to mention it in the story, but there is this idea (potentially false) that Alpha's tend to unintentionally injure Beta partners in the act which he would never want to risk (edit: as well as the very real fact that an A/B couple can't reproduce which of course is heavily stigmatized especially in this era). But just because the physical aspect wasn't there didn't mean he didn't view it as a relationship in all other ways, as in his mind for all other intents and purposes reader is his. He to a lesser extent was also traumatized seeing reader so emotionally effected by her situation, utterly unable to imagine how a mother could do that to her kid so he wanted to always keep her close to him. So when the reality that she is an omega comes to light and she wants to leave the temporary pain of a less than willing claiming bite is outweighed by the knowledge that with it she'll never be able to leave.

Believe it or not that vignette was a last minute edition, because I wanted to demonstrate readers near iron will to truly make the fact that she eventually just gives in to him all the more poignant.

I put alot of work into that final section, wanting to make it hot but also elevate it given the omegaverse setting so I'm honored to hear you feel inspired by it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this all out, especially when you're working on your own amazing story as well! I'm honestly so grateful for all the love and support I've been getting from you and all of the other lovely readers out there.

Again thank you so much Norah!

#crash answers #elvis #elvis 2022 #yandere!elvis x reader #omega!reader #omega reader #omegaverse

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 10 months ago

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HAI FRIEND

i’ve literally been obsessed w ur megumi smau since like chp. 14 or something LOLL,, i have this thing where i just psychoanalyze characters and ive been thinking a lot about yn like hm…

(THIS MIGHT BE A LUTTLE LONG BTW SO FEEL FREE TO JUST LIKE IGNORE THIS BUT I RLLY WANT TO TALK ABT HER)

like yn (to a lot of people) may be like a little intolerable but honestly i think the reason we have such a reaction to her personality like that is bc we see a little bit of ourselves in her if that makes sense…

PERSONALLY, I AM A YN DEFENDER FOR LIKE THATS MY HOMEGIRL.. like imagine you grew up in a world where soulmates are the basis of your romantic future. the sheer fact that that in itself already builds a sense of you either love your soulmate or hate them in someones head (considering that most of the time,, soulmates are portrayed as; first time you meet, you just know)

yn,, having met megumi long before you brain could have developed a coherent understanding of relationships, and lacking in the sense that when she met megumi,, she didn’t feel sparks like they said she would, obviously, she would categorize those feelings as hate. THATS WHY WHEN MEGUMI SAID “i dont think you really ever hated me either” HIT SO HARD FOR ME I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD…

BASICALLY WHAT IM GETTING AT is the fact that there is so much pressure already due to the fact that soulmates are said to be your other halves, so if you don’t like them, theres immense pressure and insecurity (hence yn’s hostility to the subject of her hating megumi because she has no comprehended idea of why she actually hates him) plus the fact that they met when they were kids and that probably affected the way she saw relationships in the first place EXPLAINS WHY SHE IS SO ADMENT ON BEING INDIFFERENT TO HIMMM

ok… another thing (sorry)..

AS MUCH as i love yn’s friend group,,, THEY LOWKEY PISS ME OFF THE SAME WAY YN PISSES ME OFF HELP..

OK SO,, obviously i’d also get pissed off if my friends get hostile bc i bring something up to want to understand them better, BUT at the same time, i would also have some sympathy 😢😢

LIKE,, their immediate response is to press harder, and try to solve the problem and if youre looking at texts like that thru yn’s eyes, it will prob lowkey feel like your feelings are being invalidated. yn is already confused, probably insecure about her love life, and now having to literally throw up her heart into her hands just for her friends to understand why they feel that way,, like she’s not gnna want to do that no matter how close they are (but maybe thats js me idk…) and then their immediate response to her not wanting to show that side of her is to get pissed off like i’d be mad and sad like yn too :(

i think those are all the points i was thinking sbt but if not im not gnna try to rmbr the rest bc this is alr super long.. BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED MY RANT AND I LOVE UR SMAU AND I LOVE U MUAH I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY

I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U

i absolutely ADOREEEE when people psychoanalyze the characters (mostly only when the analysis is correct tho LMFAOAO autism.) BECAUSE I DO THE SAME THINGGG i kinda have to when i’m doing plot heavy smaus like this to make sure everything fits n there’s the least amount of plot holes possible blah blah blah insert my annoying rambling on how i write

ANYWAY i loved ur analysis u r so amazing n so right ! like i get yn is annoying but lord have mercy so is everyone else that’s the POINTTTTT NO ONE HERE IS ACTUALLY IN THE WRONG OR BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. EVERYONE HAS THEIR REASONING FOR WHAT THEY DO OR DONT DO!!! ugh sorry okay i’m gonna shut up now i could talk about this forever i fear .

I LOVE UUUU HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY

#axel answers ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

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msommers · 1 year ago

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1, 9, 16 for riya/victor, and bonus 3 for riya/leroux :)

i give u a kees on the nose muah thank u // development questions for couples

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

it's cheating if i just put "lust at first sight" as the answer, i know it, but i do believe in my heart that it's absolutely true for victor lmao. how is he (a simple spoiled rich boy) supposed to see her (a beautiful girl in a striking dress) walk by giving him an overt once-over and a wink while attending a fête or smth, and not immediately be a goner? impossible. alexa play sucker by jonas brothers. on riya’s end, without a doubt it happened the first time she saw him spellcasting. whether it was during the previous tourney or simply catching a glimpse of him practicing some spell or other, he was a showman who knew he was hot shit and she ate that spectacle right up. mages are incredibly sexy in action and both riya and i will die on that hill

What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

neither of them were particularly focused on the Big Picture and that was part of why they worked so well together, much to the disappointment of parents on both sides. they could see into the future so far as their grand plans of exciting and romantic adventures, but most of their focus was on enjoying their time in the present to the fullest without worries of what was to come later. which is entirely why long-term commitment was never discussed between them, though it was probably assumed?? given how deep their feelings were.

If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?

mmmmm i think 9/10 times they would choose to go out, which shows how hilariously privileged they were before things went downhill. they'd get up to a lot of things but their favorites would have been dancing, walking the markets, and frequenting their favored meal spots. the kinda couple that were always in contact of some kind while out together, but it was hard to tell if that was fully motivated by affection alone or if they also wanted to be a little obnoxious and in-your-face about their happiness and attraction to each other. (it was for sure both.)

By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

hmm. i don't know if riya's reached an Adoration level with him. the closest thing i can think of here (so i can give an actual answer) would be closer to a moment of Appreciation. my memory won’t provide what scene was going down when it happened, but i do remember there being a moment during a session where as a player i realized oh, this guy is the only one here who is actively going through something similar to riya. because while everybody else in the party has already been exposed to such things through their own varied experiences, riya was having her worldviews torn apart piece by piece with each revelation of how bad things are with the templars and the circle (and the world outside of her tiny view in general tbh) beyond cumberland and she was not doing great. so yeah it sucks leroux had to confront that the system he’s trusted and worked in for however long was allowing—and even encouraging!!—terrible things to happen right under his nose, but it gave riya a moment of being able to recognize that she wasn’t alone in having her views and faith flipped on their head. and as a lil extent of that, his commitment to taking action after the revelations helped influence her own attitude towards the entire white spire magebreak :)

on the other side, clearly leroux was besotted at first meeting. duh. just look @ that smile of hers, how could he not be (aka i won’t make assumptions on his end lmao)

#r: valeriya & victor #i made the sucker song joke and had to stop typing instantly after it to actually go add the song to their playlist lmao #r: valeriya & leroux #congrats dweebs you get a tag now too

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missamyrisa2 · 2 years ago

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Extraterrestrial

You're so hypnotizing. My lips worship you. I'm kissing each finger tip, letting each one part the purple and glide in for me to suck and love. My hands caress yours, nails gliding in the lines and intricacies of your palms. Your touch, magnetizing feels like I am floating. The soft pink silk of my nightie grazes your chest and I'm on your lap, kissing mercilessly at your neck and collar. I mark you with purple. Tingly prints cover your upper body while my nails explore your underarms. You're not like the others. I'm pinning you back, I won't stop worshipping ~ because I'm not just overloading and loving these individual parts of you, I'm worshipping you. My lips kiss and muah at your ears while my thumbs rub in your underarms. I press my silk covered belly to yours, my legs twine to your legs with my toes gliding up and down your soles. My giggles and gasps are my verbal teases tonight, tingling in your ears while I kiss and nibble your lobe, fingers alternating between massages and tickles down your ribs.

You're from a whole nother world, a different dimension. You open my eyes and I'm ready to go. I bury my purple lips into yours, the electricity has me giggling wildly. I twirl my fingers up to your face, tracing your cheeks while my eyes meet yours and I align my princess parts to your royal zone. I tickle down to your neck and nape, giggle gasping when my lower body betrays my want, hips bucking and rocking to yours. I beg your tickles now, grasp my silk and make me tremble. I'm snickermoaning at your touch, kissing through my sounds feeding my laughs to you. My princess part bounces affectionately, straining its soft prison to the max. I need you, I need us. I pull my royal part free and arch back to show off all I want to give you, all of me. Infect me with your lovin, fill me with your poison. Our most sensitive royal areas connect, I push you back flat to the bed, my hands and feet propped so only my princess part is touching. I wiggle lightly, like mothership floating above you making contact with my regal implement.

I smile warmly. I love you so much. Take me. We lock in together, nothing could pry us apart. I start moving my hips again, building my rhythm with you. My tush bounces and wiggles right as my fingers find your side. I gigglemoan and start the rubbing pinch. I know it makes your motor rev, and the resulting explosion of motion makes me scream out. I smirk, knowing it's my turn. Those fingers in my underarms put me into overdrive. I cackle and struggle, gasping and groaning through my laughs. My body is hotwired, overclocked, and overloaded ~ the sparkly cascade of sensation makes me crest like a wave. My toes press back on the bed trying to tickle your soles even a little just for that extra touch. I align my nipples to yours, I press back and forth, almost soundless in my gigglemoans now as my speed ratchets further ~ princess part swollen to the max, wanting desperately for the final act.

I wanna walk on your wavelength, and be there when you vibrate. We don't let each other go, the gigglegasm pact can't be broken, the spell won't be undone. I break eye contact to bury my lips in your neck, kissing and raspberrying frantically. I stretch my positioning and manage to capture your royal chest button with licks and lip brushies. A big bounce and I'm up in your underarm. I'm a teleporting tickle sex demon, landing in all your spots with kisses ~ an arm wrapped around your back to hold you to me and sneak tickles at your ribs to keep you guessing. Your touch is cosmic, landing my hot spots effortlessly. I'm soundless now save for my breathless gasps, far into the fuzzy realms. I move to my mothership position once more, exposing my underarms and sides and belly for your full-fire tickles while we seal our pact~ and detonate into our shared beautiful hysterical ticklegasm ~ the giggles come back in explosions, pierced by wailing moans. Tears of tickled happiness flow freely. I collapse into a heap in your arms, lips weakly kissing the air until they can find a landing spot on your body ~ and we giggle off into the dreamies~

It's supernatural ~ extraterrestrial

#sorry #this song just does things to me #tickle sex

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kaaaaaaarf · 1 year ago

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Hiiiiiiii, k!!! i really wanna ask those so lets go!! 1, 18, 35, 49 and 23! mwah

You're putting me to work, Ceci!! Okay, rolling up my sleeves, let's go!:

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Ideas just come to me, usually!! I need to write them down right away or they will disappear, never to be seen again. The only time I ever really put some thought into it was when I went to write Museum. I really wanted to write something set in Canada, so I brainstormed a bit on things that would be interesting to read/within my wheelhouse. I'm really happy with how it worked out.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

I don't love it, but I find it necessary sometimes. With Museum, I spoke to friends that had museum studies masters to make sure I didn't write anything that would take someone with that background out of the world. I'm currently writing a wolfstar fic based on the Hades/Charon myths as well, and for that I really had to do some background research as Greek myth is not my area of expertise. For the most part I write from experience (or from insane ideas that pop into my brain) so I don't really need to research.

35. What’s your favourite fic you’ve posted?

MAKING ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN??? Cruel and unsual, Ceci. 😭 I'm going to go with Murder Husbands. That was the first fic I ever began to write, and it was the first version of wolfstar that dug into my brain and wouldn't come out. I just fucking love those unhinged assholes. They are obsessed with each other and I love that for them. Second chapter and epilogue to come soon!!!

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

Oh, what a question!! I feel like my fics are so different from one another it's hard to get a feel for my writing as a whole. I would say that if you just want a taste, any of my short fics under my Useless Magic, B-sides & Rarities series. They aren't connected, just a collection of my shorter stories. Otherwise, I'm probably best known for my Hatefuck Extended Universe. If you like smut, this is for you.

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Middle is always easiest for me. I often just get scenes or snippits that come to me for a story first and then I build everything else around it. I do struggle with beginnings— trying to figure out the start of something. That being said though, the beginning of Murder Husbands was the first bit of fic that ever came to my brain. It literally showed up fully formed and just moved through me.

Muah! x

Fanfiction Writing Asks

#ask me #ceci tag #fic: museum #fic: murder husbands #fic: hatefuck

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Hiii there! so I’m sure you’ve been asked this question a lot, so I’m sorry if you have but it refers to how you built your story and plot for MOC. I’m planning on writing a sci fi/fantasy book and I’m struggling >.< I think I’m good with world building (if you have any tips pls advise) but I’m struggling with like the government? Idk if that sounds stupid 😭 but how does the government really work in moc. I haven’t gotten very far since I just recently started reading it (I’m in loveeee love love) so I haven’t really grasped it yet. I’m not sure if I should have one authoritative figure rule one system, or one planet. Blah blah.

Last question, love I’m so sorry, how did you come up with the idea? It’s so unique and amazing I just sjshjdajsj. I’m struggling with the plot of my story but it’s getting there. Like, I love blaming characters and their back story but then they’re literally just standing there with no world and plot other than their little back stories😭

Basically any advise you’d have for a writer! Thanks so much and can’t wait to catch up on moc

Muah muah!!

hi!! no worries i love answering questions like these (¬‿¬) sci fi fantasy stories are incredibly hard to write i don't blame you i envy the people who are able to do it easily!! the government is esp hard for me since the story deals with multiple solar systems and spreads across several different planets like there's no much to deal with and that's one of the hard things about writing governments in sci fi plots 😭 i have a fairly solid idea of what the aurum military system looks like and i use this diagram to help me keep track tbh but everyone will like different kinds of things for their stories so don't let me be the end all be all of what you want for your story!!

so i've got three kings who jointly rule the solar system that is aurum, and for other systems i don't really delve into what the governments look like beyond there being a military/guard presence on the planets. it's kinda a tell as needed basic for me where i don't go thru the trouble of nitpicking every tiny detail and focus more on fleshing on what i know will be important to the plot and the story! and you can always make things up as you go, there's no hard and fast rules against that sort of thing either!

i always feel terrible saying it but honestly i had the idea of space pirate ateez. and then from there the story just kinda blossomed itself. i sat down with the test document where i keep all the character stuff and plot stuff and just kinda let it all come as it did. i did focus on fleshing out the characters first, that was the very first thing i did -- i put down the characters and i went thru creating their backstories and their personalities and their motives and from there the story kinda just took shape and worked its way out from those bare bones i started with

my biggest piece of advice would probably be to not be too harsh or strict with yourself and your writing. the first draft will always be the first draft so it doesn't have to be flawless and perfect on the first go, and even if its imperfect on the second go of things that's okay too. let yourself have fun with it, and if you find that it's stressing you more than making you happy then adjust and find a way to change things so that you become happy with it again!! good luck my friend i'm wishing you the best with it （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

#caly answers #mists of celeste

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icharchivist · 10 months ago

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aah that's fair that's fair! I'm glad you're feeling comfortable enough sharing it here though <3

I'm posting it like this so i can post the actual fic under a read more (else it'll be impossible to scroll by ahah) but thank you!!!

so i'm going through it and, indeed there's a few things that have been disproven since then, but there's no point in pointing them out as you're more than aware of those ahah. Yet it's really pretty nice! i do really get in the end this feeling of Lucilius trying to explain calmly and seriously his situation but somehow not realizing when he gets emotional on the side. I really like it.

and the line "Of course, they are both bastards, so that didn't work out." cracked me up really bad. And so did the line about Belial's sense of humor.

and that ending is actually perfect imo. The build up to Lucilius' anguish for this gutpunch by the end is just muah it's great. thank you for sharing it with us!!!! truly appreciating it, and i'm sure others will too ;D thank you!

[Onward is the fanfic Anon wrote]

So, we know that Lucilius and Beelzebub are clones of the Speakers, Sahar/Lucio and Shalem, made for the Astral World. For whatever reason, really. Probably has something to do with God splitting in two and one half going to the Astral World and one half staying in the Sky Realm. The why isn't that important, tbh, they're basically gods, they can do whatever the fuck they please.

But I imagine Lucio went "I don't want to burden my clone with all this power and responsibility that I hold. I want them to be able to live freely and find their own path in life. Not that predestined stuff". Shalem agreed and thusly nerfed her clone as well. That was the beginning of the end.

Because the Astral God was the creator half of Bahamut, their world is unchanging. Almost frozen in time. Astrals themselves pride themselves on not being subject to change, like those whimsical Skydwellers. So they lead long, long lives and remain static throughout. I still choose to believe that they start out as babies, because they look anatomically human and can canonically interbreed with humans. But mainly so we can picture baby Lucilius. Arguably the only one of the three to have ever been a baby. Lucifer popped into existence fully-grown and Lucio uh. Probably did, too. Admittedly, the idea of Bahamut raising two babies is adorable, but I'm getting sidetracked again.

So Lucilius and Beelzebub appeared as babies in the Astral world, cute and innocent. They were given to foster families and raised there. For bonus points, Beelzebub's family was slightly higher class, allowing him an easier start at life and to rise through the ranks in the Astral military more easily. Well, that, and because man's a walking wall of meat.

But growing up, Lucilius was haunted. Haunted by dreams of himself, with long, flowing hair, six feathered wings, cosmic powers at the tips of his fingers. But every time he saw himself in the mirror, all that looked back with bloodshot eyes was a scrawny little nobody. Short and weak. No wings, no powers to speak of and when he tried growing out his hair, it just looked weird. He was suffering almost some kind of dysphoria. Not to mention, Lucilius was defective. He required sustenance, needed to eat, which is unusual for Astrals. He was definitely picked on for this. Some mused that he was a Skydweller pedigree or that something was wrong with him. He definitely shoved a pencil up his head bully's nose for that.

That his parents weren't his birth parents wasn't a secret, anyone with working eyes could see as much, so they didn't bother hiding it from him. If nothing else, he appreciated the honesty. As Lucilius grew, he was less interested in figuring out his parentage and more how to bridge the gap between the him that he was and the radiant being he kept seeing in his dreams, but that he simply failed to grow into, no matter how much time had passed. He threw himself into his studies.

Beelzebub suffered similar dysphoria growing up, but it kind of mixed in with his actual dysphoria, so it was a bit less jarring. Let's assume that the Astrals aren't terribly transphobic and Bubs managed to transition in relative peace. With his refitted body, he was less haunted by the image of Shalem. He was himself now, Beelzebub. No comparisons necessary. The only thing he craved was ever more power.

Lucilius looked into evolution, in hopes of finding the fingerprints of God all over His creation. He wasn't terribly impressed by what he found.

When the Astrals invaded the Sky Realm, Lucilius wasn't initially terribly interested (Bubs on the other hand was all over that shit, waging wars on those poor Skydwellers in search of a challenge), but finally followed the siren song of his visions of Sahar. Perhaps this Realm held the answers to what he was looking for, after all.

He was a mere little research assistant, nobody paid him much heed, but that also meant that he was able to work in peace. After looking over the creatures inhabiting this fragile world, beings without the Power of Creation his people had been bestowed, creatures who would die, he became less impressed with the Omnipotent. Primal cores were something he fell into ass backwards, they were either an unintended side effect of an experiment of his, or something other Astrals had created, but didn't pay much attention to, since they didn't see the use.

Lucilius however decided to start researching those curious cores instead. He discovered that by inserting them into living beings, he could increase their strength and longevity. Assuming they survived the process, anyway. The rats usually did not, but larger creatures, such as dogs and cattle, had less issue incorporating the cores into their bodies. But still, perfect integration of tissue and core was difficult to achieve. Experiments with infant animals bore little fruit, as again, their bodies were too small. Thus, the idea of creating being with bodies specifically suited was born. In fact, if they were able to integrate cores perfectly, if they could utilize that power, perhaps he could recreate this figure that was always haunting him.

Lucilius got to work on creating the first primal beasts.

It took years and a lot of effort. Many crushed cores, many broken bodies, created with technology similar to the one that had helped Beelzebub transition to a form he found more suitable.

Lucilius' place was covered in bodies that all bore a more than uncanny resemblance to him, trying different combinations of different factors, but unwilling to budge on the amount of power that he wanted the core of his creation to hold. It had to be perfect. Most bodies, even if technically flawless, could not handle that amount of power. Lucilius had seen people bearing his face die more often than anyone reasonably should. It didn't even bother him anymore.

So consumed by his work was he, the council was beginning to think he'd gone mad. They sent Beelzebub to check on him, which was how those two idiots first met. To Lucilius' surprise, Beelzebub wasn't the big oaf he'd expected. In fact, he seemed very into the research he was doing with those cores, the goals he planned to achieve. Not to mention, a strange, almost familiar feeling of being near him. Like they were somehow meant to be friends and companions.

Of course, they are both bastards, so that didn't work out.

The finally, the day came where Lucilius' experiments were a success. Not just once, but twice, even.

The perfect clone, handsome, tall, white-winged and powerful, opened his sky blue eyes and Lucilius thought he was going to die. It was everything he ever wanted and more. He had created life, made right what had gone wrong with him. Truly, he was a god now and considering the power and beauty and immortality of what he had created, he was better than the old god had ever been. Perhaps he was a little bit mad after all.

And so absorbed was he in his triumph that it took him a few moments to recognize that the other one was starting to stir as well. The control group, so to speak, based on a different principle, created from a different mold. Really, more of an experiment of how far he could deviate from the formula and still succeed. He hadn't expected it to make it this far, much less for it to open its blood red eyes and look at him.

But, two was better than one, he figured, so instead of tossing the unwanted second one out, he named them Lucifer and Belial and presented them to the council, his head held high.

It felt good to see those self-righteous idiots overcome by awe for his genius. They appointed him their new head researcher and for a while, all was right with the world.

He ran that lab in Canaan and was free to do as he pleased. More research on primal cores had to be conducted, but also tests on the two creations that he had.

They were happy to play along. In between testing everything from their reflexes to their thought processes though, Lucilius found himself growing fond of them. Lucifer, of course, was his crowning achievement, but even Belial was still his work. The three of them spent a lot of time together, actually. It was a bit of a "we vs the rest of the world"-feeling that drove Lucilius, since he'd known them longer than all those phoney research assistants, who were either out to waste his time or steal his work. To Lucifer and Belial, he was, well, their creator. Almost like a father figure. They only really had him and each other, since they were the only ones of their kind and the only ones they could relate to. Belial and Lucifer were close then, like brothers. Despite his poor patience, Lucilius did his best to train them in combat, teach them about the world. It helped that they were both intelligent and quick learners. Every time they did something right, his expression brightened, because they surpassed his expectations and filled him with pride. Especially Belial seemed to really like it when Lucilius smiled, because he tried harder and harder to surpass his expectations. To surpass Lucifer. Despite being designed to be weaker than the other, because Lucifer had to be the strongest and most powerful, obviously, Belial pushed himself to keep up with him. All for Lucilius. Back then, even if he noticed, he didn't much care for the why. Only that the results made him look better.

But even the good times couldn't last forever and once the council determined that they knew enough about those existing primals, they wanted more. Hand the unwanted tasks of overseeing the Sky Realm off to them, leave the Astrals more time to do Astral things. So Lucifer was given a fancy new role and title, and Belial, as his adjutant. The two's relationship was never the same. The happy family time was over. But Lucifer would spend his entire life thinking back to those days, yearning for them.

Unfortunately, it turned out that mass producing more primals, angels to bolster the ranks and fulfill all sorts of purposes, didn't make Lucilius happy. With time, he grew bitter and paranoid. So he was a god now, a creator of powerful beings, but he still had to kowtow to the whims of the council and their dumb ideas. They were idiots.

And while he took pride in Lucifer, that still didn't solve the problem of himself being defective and weak. He still needed to eat and while at least no one would dare mock him for it anymore, it irritated him beyond reason. What was the point to being a creator of perfect beings if you yourself are still so woefully flawed?

That's when it occurred to him that perhaps it would be best if all should come to an end.

He embezzled funds for his research and used cores that hadn't survived previous experiments, mushed them all together and finally created Avatar, the beast that could shake the world to its core. Surely if there were a God, He would have to stop him now, right? And the second He showed His face, Lucilius would be able to take a good look at it and tell Him how much He sucked. How awful He was for creating all these flawed beings and leaving them to fend for themselves in this imperfect world.

Truly, deep down Lucilius was just a petulant child, acting out because he wanted attention from his parents. But his parents were God and God had left this world. So his tantrums were left unanswered. Lucilius grew more and more frustrated with time.

His adjustant caught wind of his plans and threatened to inform the council. He tried to blackmail Lucilius - him, who had given life to gods. It was in his darkest hour that he remembered his other darkest creation and sicced Belial on the poor fool. The primal was beyond happy to be of use to his master. He also had no issues with murder. Quite the opposite. Lucilius remembered that if nobody else, he could trust his creations. They wouldn't betray him. Well, Lucifer, as appointed steward of evolution, might grow beyond his purpose and turn on him yet, but he had Belial. Belial, who wasn't meant to change. A perfect, immutable being with perfect, immutable loyalty.

So Belial was transferred from working under Lucifer to working under Lucilius. Lucifer was sad to see him go, but Belial had never been more ecstatic in his life.

Together they furthered the research into Avatar, spending many a sleepless night slaving over their work. If a primal caught wind of what they were doing, Lucilius had ways of making them disappear and incorporating their cores into his newest creation. He turned a blind eye to Beelzebub helping himself to primal cores that were as of yet unused, if only to see how that would turn out. Who was he to turn away a willing test subject?

As a contigency plan, Belial's tolerance to the Avatar core was increased. This included fitting him with new wings. Gone were the fluffy purple feathers, replaced by the same bat-like wings Avatar bore. Besides, they allowed him to glide soundlessly through the night. The process must have been excruciatingly painful, seeing how an angel's powers are stored within their wings, but Belial never complained.

The council decided that the Supreme Primarch should have a replacement, a precaution, if nothing else. And while Lucilius was offended at the notion that his perfect creation could ever be killed, by this point, creating primals was easy. Lucifer found out about this and begged and pleaded to be a part of the creation process, so Lucilius left the design process to him. When Sandalphon came into this world, Lucilius wasn't impressed. The dark hair and red eyes on the primal he could understand. It was quite obvious that Lucifer was nostalgic for the days when it had just been the three of them, or even just working so closely with the being who had shared his cradle. But seeing Sandalphon's short stature reminded Lucilius of his own shortcomings. Perhaps it was out of spite then that he refused to tell Sandalphon his purpose, to make him a target for the mockery of his peers, have his own insecurities gnaw at him. Like the God he despised, Lucilius had bestowed his own fate upon his creation. But while Lucilius had been allowed to rise above his station, Sandalphon was to stay in a garden, safely tucked away, always waiting for Lucifer to have time to spare to spend with him.

Another not-so ideal creation was Sariel, the Archangel of Execution, prepared for the purpose of cleaning up messes. He turned out far too sensitive for the task and attempts at lowering his emotional responses through limiters only hampered his intelligence instead. Like all his failures, looking at Sariel made Lucilius sick to his stomach. It was Belial who saved his fellow primal from either the incinerator or joining the ever-growing horror that was Avatar, suggesting that Sariel's naivety made him a useful pawn.

Things were going well for a while then. The council was far too occupied with their decadence to pay attention to what was going on right under their noses. Beelzebub was too blinded by his hatred for the primals in general and Lucifer especially to pay attention to anything. What a shame. Lucilius had had such high hopes for him.

Belial recruited more and more primals for him, those who were struck with ennui at the prospect of spending their immortal lives in servitude, or those who were still loyal to their creator. Though, he also flat-out lied to a bunch to get them to join him. And even Belial didn't fully know that he was leading this congregation to their slaughter like a flock of lambs. It didn't matter to Lucilius. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but ending this hellish, imperfect life.

They called themselves the fallen angels, because Belial had developed a weird sense of humor Lucilius didn't remember programming him with.

Finally, the day arrived. The promised day, one that would put an end to all of creation. His fallen angels attacked the Astral and Primal forces. It was a massacre. People dropped dead left and right. Their blood covered what felt like all of Canaan, painted the buildings, the sky itself. It didn't matter. Everything was going to end here.

Lucilius had hoped for death for the longest time, at least somewhere deep down, but he hadn't expected to meet it at the hands of his perfect creation. And even in the face of total annihilation, Lucifer looked conflicted to have to slay his creator, his father, the man who had given him life and purpose. When his head was severed from his neck, Lucilius couldn't help but smile. Perhaps Lucifer wasn't as perfect as he had always thought. But at least he was still powerful and radiant. Just as Lucilius never could be.

He died that day and it was fine. It may have even been a relief. Lucilius was saved. Finally at peace.

Until he opened his eyes again, 2000 years later.

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous #ichablogging wmtsb

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eccentricallygothic · 1 year ago

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|| Proud No More ||

Description: It wasn't fair, any of it.

Pairing: Enhanced Alpha!Steve Rogers | Alpha!Female Reader.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Steve Rogers. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Non-con/dubcon, dark!Alpha Steve, enhanced!Steve, lowkey nomad!Steve, age gap, exhibitionism, power imbalance, spanking, painal, humiliation, degradation, dacryphilia, pet names, butt plugging.

Note: Reader is of a tall build and looks a certain way (no mentions of ethnicity though) for the sake of the plot. Man, I NEED Dark Alpha Steve to rock my world today. Fuck. Unedited lmfao. Ps, as always, feedback is much appreciated. Muah 🩷

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"Go ahead, puppy~" Steve's words and tone were scalding and humiliating to her. They always had been. "Go ahead and help the other omegas clean up all this mess" his hand moved towards the empty fastfood boxes and drink cups in that condescending way that she absolutely hated.

"But I am not an omega" the air stilled. All heads turned to face her as she sat across Steve on one of the many couches in the main hall of the packhouse that everyone gathered at for important pack events and game nights to enjoy them together. The latter had been the occasion for tonight.

Steve snorted. "But you're my little pup, aren't you?" He taunted, eyes that were turning a certain shade of cold blue full of mock.

It wasn't fair.

At all.

In what world did someone win genetically yet still fail miserably at the very same thing?

Y/n had been born an Alpha in a family of Alphas. Raised like a privileged Princess and served everything on a gold platter, she was prepared to take over her part of the inheritence and find herself a cute little omega or beta to provide her with heirs. An Alpha had always been out of the question due to her nature that was too dominant to be compatible with one of her own kind.

Although someone much stronger, different, ancient and enhanced was a completely different case that none of them had expected.

When news of Alpha Supreme -the strongest Alpha to ever live- that had saved their species from all those who had stood against them by the help of some scientists and his sacrifice for their kind being finally found frozen in a glacier wreck had made headlines, Y/n hadn't thought much of it. She could still remember -very bitterly- that she had been preparing for her graduation finals at the time when her siblings and parents would discuss it at meal times.

To end up being said Alpha Supreme's soulmate was something that she had never expected. It was supposed to be a fancy dinner at the place she had then called home. Her father had invited him and many other of importance and power to pay tribute for his service to their kind nearly two centuries ago. She was supposed to shake his hand and maybe praise him before she could disappear for the rest of the night.

What wasn't supposed to happen was the surge of invisible electricity to bolt out from his fingers and claw and latch onto hers.

What wasn't supposed to happen was both their eyes to flash the signature red Alpha colour -although his much darker and animalistic- as they imprinted on each other's beings for the rest of their lives.

What wasn't supposed to happen was for him to very easily detect that she wasn't happy about it. Yet selfishly announcing to everyone right there that she was his mate.

What wasn't supposed to happen was for everyone around her to shush her as an alliance of that sort with the Alpha Supreme was a power unparalleled to any other.

What wasn't supposed to happen was for everything that she had known to be ripped away from her grasp like she had never known it all because she wasn't a superior next to her mate and so the law didn't allow it.

If the mate was Steve Rogers, no one could be.

Y/n would argue with all the eccentrics and fanatics that fate and moons were nothing but a bunch of assholes with cruel 'plans' that surely served the purpose of their entertainment and nothing more.

In a matter of a few minutes, despite having the physique, strength and capability of an Alpha, she was nothing more than a breedable puppy -the term for the weaker one in the bond- dependant on the mercy of her mate the Alpha Supreme.

Her muscular body that stood tall to a whole six foot height and it's menace wilfully bending itself at his feet against the pride of her mind was not fair.

How he took his sweet time to savour and enjoy the constant battle that she was at with herself against him before he broke her with the help of the submission her body provided him every time was nothing short of a torture.

A punishment.

A torment.

One that stretched on and on.

"No." The omegas gasped at her response.

No one with a sound mind said that to their Alpha, let alone the Supreme one!

"No, huh?" Steve raised an eyebrow, the taunting smirk ever present on his handsome face that had been marred just a little by scars of the Great War.

Silly fucking girl.

It took all the strength that she had for her to shake her head no.

The Alpha Supreme just chuckled under his breath before he nodded and shrugged his leather jacket off, coolly placing it on the arm rest next to him. Everyone was quiet, still, anxious. Steve cracked his neck as he spread his back against the leather of the couch and stretched his laps before simply looking at her and patting one of them.

It was about time she learned a real lesson.

Though he was a very possessive Alpha, if punishing her in front of everyone meant reminding and perhaps even teaching her of her real place for good, Steve could let one time slip.

Besides, he had an image to maintain.

He could not just have his little puppy talking back to him in front of everyone.

That was a liberty he granted to no one.

Not his old lover.

Never his precious puppy.

Y/n bit her lip as she stared at him with angry eyes that teared up due to the sheer strength that she had to put into her body to not comply to his desire. A few more heavy moments that felt like years passed before she gasped out and her restraint broke– tore open and ran free the obedience.

The submission.

Her face was red as she panted, her own body having had sealed her throat close to deny her air if her resolve meant to disobey her Alpha.

The puppies who could not please their Alphas didn't deserve anything.

Not even air.

A hot tear rolled down her humiliated face as her body lifted off the couch that she had been sitting on, closing the distance between them as her mind screamed at her long and muscular legs to stop but they didn't.

They couldn't.

A triumphant smirk had spread across Steve's lips by the time Y/n spread her body across his lap, the sound of her tears falling against the wooden flooring with a pat pat pat sound not going unnoticed. She felt the curious gazes of everyone present burn into her back as he hummed in delight, caressing her ass with one hand as the other rested against the length of her back.

"This is a lesson for all the Alphas present and all the Omegas and Betas watching. When little pups think they can get away with being smart to their Alphas, this is what happens to them" a whimper escaped Y/n when Steve squeezed her ass cheeks as she glared at the huge wooden TV stand placed against the wall a few feet away from them.

"First, you take their clothing privileges away" the skirt that he had chosen for her to wear tonight was ripped off of her, causing her body to jolt forwards in shock. "To remind them of their true place; where they started." Her underwear was roughly pulled off but not torn. Loud gasps filled the air when the dog tail attached to the butt plug she had had stuffed inside sprang out.

She clenched her eyes shut as blood boiled hot under the skin of her cheeks. Fuck. It had taken two days worth of begging and cocksucking for her to convince him to allow her the permission to keep the puppy tails that he had been making her wear for a while now private.

She wasn't even a fucking omega let alone the bloody dog he made her act like.

That she became.

Only sometimes though. Because of him.

Y/n only had herself to blame.

What was she even thinking when she refused his order? What other possible outcome did she expect?

A resounding slap caused by the insulting collision of his palm across her full ass echoed in the packhouse, silencing the faint chatter the discovery of the tail plug had caused. "This also reminds them of where they still would be" she was already starting to tremble. He calmly stroked the soft and fluffy tail disappearing between her cheeks, the action causing the metal attached to it to move inside her tender and stretched pucker. "If it weren't for the pure goodness of your heart" another smack rang against her cheeks.

Y/n's breath knocked out of her as one of her long legs kicked up in response when both her cheeks were spanked individually before the third slap targeted the plug attached to the fake tail. Before she could stop herself, a pained whine ripped out of her as she gripped his leg for support and shakily sucked in a hefty amount of air.

"Then," Steve spoke like one would to their children while instructing the young one about something that would be useful for the rest of their lives. "You need to beat some good sense into them." His spanks got rapid and harder. "Because you see, these pups are too small and dumb to remember their manners for very long." His other hand wrapped around the tail and realization of what was approaching dawned upon Y/n like a haunting twilight.

She gave up and let herself sob. "Please, please, St- Alpha! I am sorry!" The weaker Alpha begged as her hot ass seethed from the onslaught of harsh slaps that came down on it over and over, the circumference of her stretched pucker being forced to expand with a squelch as he toyed with the plug penetrating it. "Please, I am sorry! I swear!"

"Now, here is the crucial part. You must be very careful here" Steve spoke to his pack that consisted mostly of Alphas in a casual tone, relaxed against the couch as the elbow that he had digging into the middle of her shoulders as well as his sheer desire keeping the once invincible Alpha easily in place. He made it look too easy. "Your puppy will beg, cry and swear that they have learnt their lesson," the superior Alpha targeted her already bruised sit spots now, causing her thighs to tremble and pathetically flail around to try and find shelter. "But you must not stop here, no."

Most omegas were crying out of fear at this point, the blood vessels that popped out around Steve's eyes whenever his eyes turned their monstrous dark crimson -that they were currently due to his growing need- causing them to hide in their Alphas, hearts thumping from the sight.

They had never expected the famous Alpha Y/n to suffer this fate.

Spread out, broken, plugged and humiliated.

Like a rabid dog being beaten into compliance.

"You must finish the punishment." Now his eyes flickered to her pleading ones that helplessly watched his through her long hair that had fallen over her face. "To ensure best results, of course." Steve uncoiled the tail from over his palm before moving that arm under her form and hooking it around her waist. "Sometimes it even ends up improving the puppy's memory" he stood up as Y/n cried in knowing despair, body shaking from the force of her sobs.

The pack watched in confusion as Steve pushed the boxes that had started all this with his free hand before placing his mate's body against the coffee table. "And they remember the lesson for a longer time than usual" as he unzipped his pants and took out his thick, veiny and abnormally large cock the inferior Alpha just silently lamented over the fact that had the persuer not been the Alpha Supreme, this was the perfect window for her to escape this for good.

But she unfortunately knew what a running attempt would result in.

And she had already fucked herself over enough for one day.

An omega couldn't help but hiss and cry out before he hid his face in his Alpha's jacket, unable to watch on but forced to stay seated as his superior did not want to move just yet.

The Alphas were the ones to whom it was directed, after all.

They watched on curiously.

Even those who personally didn't agree with the height of brutality did not dare risk disrespecting the beast that was Steve Rogers by leaving while he was teaching them something.

"Puppies are only pretty when they're respectful" Y/n's fingers gripped the edges of the table for support as choked cries pushed out like tiny oinks in response to Steve's cock entering and then penetrating her already prepped ass.

Her cheek that pressed against the glass tabletop made a squeaking sound when he made her ass swallow the rest of his inches in a powerful thrust.

It burnt.

Her ass.

Her pucker.

Her nonexistent dignity.

Her powerless mind.

Her hopeless pussy.

Steve chuckled when a thick blob of her slick collided with the floor.

Knees shaking and core aching.

He could feel– practically hear it.

His puppy that was buried inside the rubble of Alpha pride that he loved to plunder and crush over and over.

She was calling, reaching, begging and kneeling.

Y/n could pretend to hate this all she wanted. But both of them knew her body loved it. Yearned it. Needed it.

If it weren't for him helping and guiding her mighty body in which no more than a little puppy hid, she would be miserable.

Her cries wavered and constantly changed octaves rapidly while Steve drilled her ass from behind, pulling almost all the way out before sinking himself deep into her with each violent thrust, his hands squeezing and spreading the now bruised and sore cheeks of her ass over and over.

Even though the inferior Alpha only profusely apologized over and over as he fucked her into the table with such force that the piece of furniture scraped against the ground each time he fucked into her sorry ass, he could feel she wanted more. Steve knew Y/n would never admit it. Despite being weaker than him, she was still an Alpha like any other. It would take a bit more time before she truly became his good puppy.

She wasn't broken enough yet.

Suppressing these surges of pride alone wouldn't suffice.

He had to trample it dead.

The male grunted as his hot load shot out of his thick tip and painted her walls white. Steve panted and cursed under his breath at the sight of both her holes white and leaking.

He reached for the tail that was laying discarded on the ground next to them, hips fucking the last of his orgasm up her tight ring of muscles and between her swollen cheeks.

With the way her pussy hole was desperately clenching around the air, Steve knew it wasn't long before her body would force her to beg him for his cock. She would kneel, writhe, beg, kiss his thighs and even feet, say anything to please him, strip herself of clothes and dignity alike, whine, tremble, leak all over the floor and cry just so he would fuck her on her hands and knees like the breeding dog that she was meant to be when the moons fated her to him.

It would go like that until she'd be too numb and dumb to form a coherent thought, praising and thanking him in exhausted mumbles that would resemble a mantra before knocking out in his arms.

Only to wake up the next day and act like she was a stranger to the cock starved whore of the previous night.

Steve sighed in contentment as he tucked his satiated cock inside his pants before zipping them close. "Highlights and warm drinks?" He referred to the game that they had watched shortly before, looking over the party before them with a friendly smile like he hadn't just mortified every inch of his mate's pride.

A unanimous agreement arose in the air hesitantly as he plugged Y/n's gaping and leaking hole shut with the fluffy tail, stroking it a little before pulling her up by the hair, parting the pieces and tucking them behind her ears to reveal the embarrassed face that it had been veiling previously.

"I am sure Y/n would love to be a darling puppy and clean all this mess up as well as get the drinks…" His hand was wrapped around the base of her jaw as he held her head against his chest in place so she had no choice but to stare at the pack with her bloodshot eyes. "Right sweetie?" It was a challenge.

Dare and say something smart.

Just try.

"... Y- Yes, Alpha" the weaker Alpha's voice was hoarse as she shook against his chest uncontrollably. The words signalled submission.

An acknowledgement.

An acceptance.

That he, indeed, was the superior.

"Brilliant." A warm kiss was pressed to the top of her head before Steve pulled her up to her tall height, helping her into the underwear that he had saved but letting the doggy tail flow out from over the band this time as he patted her ass to signal her to move.

Alpha Y/n lowered her head as she made a mental note to clean her slick off the floor, waddling to the empty boxes that she would have to clean all by herself now. Good fucking job, I-am-not-an-omega dumbass. Though Steve unmuted the TV as he took his seat again and started discussing the highlights, no one else was really paying attention to them except for him.

All eyes bore into his mate as she sniffled and obeyed the orders she had been given, quietly asking everyone about their drink of choice as she went about cleaning the large room, thighs shaking.

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