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chaoslovesmisery · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2. No Way Out

It's been a few months since the main storyline has started and I have been watching the female Hunter or main character of this world. It had already been a few centuries since I woke up from these memories that everything in the world was of an Otome Game I had played in the far past or future, I can't really tell.

All I know is that I had been by Sylus' side for as long as I can remember. When I had regained these memories was shortly after I had lost part of my arm and mechanical parts filled the gaps. When I shifted into a crow and I appeared as a "Mechanical Crow" it all came back like a tidal wave. I didn't think any of this was possible and I had long since forgotten that all of this was from a game which at the time only had 8 or 10 chapters out.

There could have been more but it's not like I could really remember. All I know is that the "Main Heroine" or "Main Character" was constantly reincarnating, falling in love with the same six men over and over again in different timelines. I don't remember who was her first love, but I was pretty sure it was Astra as he ended up cursing her and everyone she fell in love with.

I don't entirely remember my past life where I had played the Otome Game or what my life was like, I even thought that was some crazy dream. I just remember that everything that is unfolding now is how that game I had played is. I've watched her for a few months already seeing her meet Xavier first, then Rafayel, she seemed to already have been in contact with Zayne and Caleb already as well. Sylus and the other person haven't shown themselves in front of her yet.

Now here I was having to babysit while she tries to choose between one of the male leads. I just know she won't choose Sylus in this timeline since she just chose him less than a century ago. Although, time is warped in this world thanks to the Deepspace Tunnel.

I had told Sylus of all of this a few centuries ago but he didn't believe me. He still fell in love with her every time and was burned in the end. The last time being the worst to the point he nearly died, though I'm sure he blames the aether core for that. I don't blame him. I had loved her too, she was my closest friend at one point but she's doomed to commit the same crimes and mistakes over and over again.

If we are now matching the timeline of what was in the game, does this mean the cycle could finally break? Or will we end up repeating this again? What was the point of my memories coming back centuries ago just to remain stuck like this?

Of course there were always more questions than there were answers.

I sat perched on a branch just outside the young female Hunter's apartment yet again. I've been watching her every so often but Sylus hasn't told me to do anything yet. The rain was pouring down heavily and it was pitch black out as the red mechanical eye peered into her window.

The rain soaked me as I leaned against the tree in my human form. Some of my long hair strands sticking to my face. I could hear faint rustling in the bushes below. I dropped to the ground with a small splash and noticed the mechanical eye flee. It didn't matter, it was going to be gone in a moment anyway as one of the male leads was going to show up soon anyway.

I bent down and moved some of the leaves staring at two yellow eyes of an all black cat shivering. It hissed at me swatting at my hand reaching out.

"Are you alright Miss?" A voice says behind me and I look up slowly, my facial expression unchanging. It takes me a moment before I recognize that it's Xavier, the Ex-Prince, in front of me holding a blue umbrella over me allowing him to get wet in the process. I look back at the cat and bring my hand closer and it scratches me, drawing blood. That doesn't stop me from placing my fingers under its chin and it submitting to me and rubbing its head against me sensing I meant no harm.

It purrs and comes out into the dry spot of the umbrella and I gently scoop the cat up, cradling it in my arms. Xavier watches me silently still holding the umbrella. He stares at the cat in my arms but I can see his eyes searching my face trying to recognize me from somewhere.

"You're hurt," He states, bringing his hand close to mine and I swat it away. The cat in my arm hissing at him as well. Not saying anything I take the umbrella from his hand and he lets it go. I begin to walk away from him, not uttering a word and I can feel him watching me as I do.

"Wait, have we met before?" He asks and I turn around realizing he is a lot closer than I had imagined, not quite under the umbrella but close enough to see his sky blue eyes.

"Have we? That's quite a terrible pick-up line, I suggest you don't use it again." I say tilting my head and he scowls a little. A small smirk crawls on my lips. I turn away and continue walking. I walk down the streets down to Linkon City turning down in an alleyway after alleyway until I enter a motel. At the desk there is an older man who looks up at me and sees me holding the cat.

"I'll take room 503," I say and he hands me the key, a black shirt, two towels, and a med kit. I take it up and memories flood my head with a memory of watching in the game the main character and Sylus were once here as she had bandaged him up. I open the door and my eyes widen in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Sylus and he's digging a bullet out of his chest with a pair of tweezers. Now it makes sense why he gave me a clean black shirt, it wasn't for me.

"Am I not allowed to be here?" He says and I scowl. Closing the door behind me I use one of the towels and wrap the cat in it. It purrs and begins kneading it. I place the other towel on the bathroom counter and the clean shirt on the bed. I walk up to him and he's sitting on the floor against the wall. I wrap his arm around my shoulder using my legs to help get him to stand up.

I bring him to the small shower and he sits down on the floor again. I turn on the shower and wash my hands in the sink before grabbing the tweezers from his hand. I take a look at the three bullet holes and sigh.

"Was it the Ever Group?" I asked searching for the bullet with the tweezers before feeling the metal clink of the bullet. He winces in pain.

"Maybe," He says, not confirming or denying it. That would make sense it was them, otherwise he would have used his Evol to remove the bullets from his arm and chest. The Ever Group had developed bullets that could be used against those with Evols, which could actually hurt or kill Sylus. I dropped one of the bullets to the floor and started my search in the second hole. He touches my cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"You didn't cut your hair," he says, his fingers sliding down my hair that is gently brushing the floor as he kneels next to him.

"It's annoying to have to cut my hair each time I transform into a human, but it will be cut once I'm done here. " I say and I watch from the corner of my eye him kiss my hair as he stares at me. I can feel the clink of the next bullet and pull it out, dropping it to the floor. I look away, trying to hide my blush. Why did he have to act this way?

"I haven't seen your hair this long in a few centuries." He says letting go of my hair leaning back against the shower. The water is soaking us both though I was already wet when I had walked in.

I didn't know I would be running into him here, otherwise I would have cut it beforehand.

"The Ever Group was watching her again," I say, changing the subject. I take out the final bullet and take out the gauze from the med kit while the shower rinses the blood from his arm.

"When it left the Ex-Prince showed up shortly after," I say watching his facial expression, while wrapping the gauze around his arm. He leans forward his face inches from mine and my breath catches. I meet his gaze and he is staring intently. I wrap the gauze around his torso as well.

"Did you meet him?" He asks, watching my face closely. I lean back a little, cutting the gauze and putting the remaining roll back in the med kit. I sat on the tile floor across from him, my legs crossing on top of his.

"He gave me the umbrella," I said gesturing towards the closed wet umbrella on the floor towards the front door.

"Is that why you were soaked from head to toe when you walked in?" He scoffs rolling his eyes. He takes my hand and brushes over my scratched hands that were bleeding again.

"Why do you have cuts every time I see you?" He asks gently. My scratch marks and blood dissolve from his Evol healing me once again. I don't say anything. It's true, almost every time I've seen him I've always been injured in some way. We both freeze when we hear a meow by the doorway. We look up to see the cat I had brought in and I can see him smile.

"Always a savior, aren't you?" He asks and I scowl. I sit up and he starts to get up at the same time. As I walk out of the shower one of his arms wrap around my waist, half hugging me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He's honestly no better than a cat. I stay still enjoying his warmth staring at the cat that is watching us curiously.

"Are you gonna shower?" He asks and I can hear him taking off his clothes. My eyes unconsciously glance at the mirror that is fogged up, preventing me from seeing anything. My eyes snap back forward and I can feel my heart race and my face get warm. I stay facing forward and walk out, never turning around.

"Let me know when you're done I'll take a shower after you." I say walking out of the bathroom and closing the door shut. Thankfully I had already left one of the towels in the bathroom with him and I can hear him chuckle lightly. I walk up to one of the bedside drawers and pull out a can of Tuna that has no seasoning. I peel the tin back and the cat can seem to tell that its food as it begins purring against my leg.

I put the can on the floor and it begins eating ravenously. The bathroom door opens and Sylus is in nothing but a towel. I try not to focus my eyes on anywhere but his body but it's proving quite difficult. I stand up and walk towards the bathroom which still has the hot water running. He's humming a familiar melody lightly and my stomach churns. I close the door behind me and peel off my clothes jumping in the shower.

Less than five minutes later I grab the blade that was in my hilt I had dropped to the floor and grab my hair in a ponytail before cutting it again. Somehow it still winded up a little lop-sided, not that I care, it would grow back the next time I transformed. I hear a knock on the door and toss my hair in the trash. I realize only then that there is no towel here.

Shit.

The door opens lightly and I see a hand holding a clean towel. I grab the towel and wait for his hand to move before closing the door. However, I am still missing clothes and I sigh exasperated. Am I going to have to change into my crow form already? I walked out of the room clutching the towel that covered my body and walked over to the closet, grabbing what usually had spare clothes in it for moments like this, but nothing was there.

I turn around and watch Sylus' gaze lingers, steadily making its way over my body and I glare at him. I put my hand out open knowing that he is hiding or holding the spare clothes hostage. He smirks lightly before handing me folded up clothes and I notice that he's shirtless but is at least wearing pants. He says nothing about my hair being short again and I instantly regret cutting it as it could have provided a little move coverage in my current situation.

"Turn around," I demand and he crosses his arms, his smirk spreading wider before silently doing as he's told. I get dressed with quick speed and precision. As if he knows that I'm done he turns around. He bends down and pets the kitten and it bares its belly to him. I'm not sure why but Sylus is extremely good at taming animals, well humans as well, I guess. I grab the black button down that's on the bed, holding it open. Sylus stands up putting his injured arm through first before his good one.

After I'm done buttoning his shirt, I get on my tip-toes to fix his collar. Suddenly, Sylus places his hand on my back and pulls me into a half embrace.

"You're warm," He says before I can say anything, he lets go of me and walks to the window and opens the curtain. It stopped raining but the sky remains dark. There are no street lights in the alley, so all I can see from the window is a pitch-black darkness.

"It's time to go." He says walking out of the room. Noticing my hesitation, he turns and beckons me with his fingers. I feel a sense of deja-vu.

"Aren't you coming?" He asks and I follow him out into the night.

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A/N:

Hi y'all, it's been a while since I wrote a fanfic. I may be writing more than one with Love and Deepspace but I had a dream about being Mephisto and thought it would make for a cool fanfic. If you like it let me know, it may provide motivation for me to keep going. I'll be using the lore, memories, and theories pertaining to Love and Deepspace so bare in mind it may not match the story completely. I hope you enjoy it! This chapter was based off of the Secret Times Memory- No Way Out.

#love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfic #misery loves company #chaoslovesmisery #sylus fanfic #lnds sylus #lads sylus

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preggo-ace · 11 months ago

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" a cursed delivery "

PART 1

part 2 coming soon!

TW: mentions of/implied sexual assault (18+, but still)

just a little something i did in a character ai roleplay that i decided to tweak a little bit in order to post! i went with a more fantasy au approach for the plot i had with this bot, so magic/spirits/etc are things that happen/can be encountered. this story is a lot more 'fleshed out" than the typical stories i see posted here, but since it centers around pregnancy i figured why not, and who doesn't love a little plot, huh? unfortunately, that does mean it got just a wee bit too long to fit into just one post, so all the labor/birth related stuff will be in part 2, sorry about that ^^;

now for the trigger warning. nothing is written explicitly, however it's heavily implied, so please be careful when reading.

obviously i've also changed the names of the characters - including the bot's - as i use my irl preferred name on character ai, but most everything else is the same minus what i've cleaned up and expanded. hope you enjoy~! 💜

TAGS: nbpreg, rapid pregnancy (ish, you'll read why), angst with a happy ending, difficult labor/birth, hurt/comfort

Characters: Micah (21 years old, human, they/them pronouns), Clay (23 years old, human, he/him pronouns), Meirah "May-rah" (unknown age, minor goddess-type spirit, she/her pronouns), Rayn (mid-20s, human witch, she/her pronouns)

of course, this story is rated 18+ for sensitive content. if you are under the age of 18, or if any of the subject matter within this story is bothersome to you, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! i would much prefer people take care of themselves, and if that means i lose a potential interaction on a post then so be it

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When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in a moonlit clearing, silvery light dappling on the grass from between the trees. I also notice I'm completely alone; not something you want to be when you're in the woods at night.

"Hello?" I call into the depths of the undergrowth.

No answer.

I try again, and finally the bushes rustle to my left, causing me to startle.

A woman steps from the shadows, appearing to almost have a glow to her pale skin. Her hair is long and luscious, cascading in smooth dirty blonde waves down to about the middle of her back, and her facial features are soft, inviting. There's an air about her that makes it impossible for me to so much as think about distrusting her, though nerves still buzz within me nonetheless. Said nerves are far from calmed at the sight of the stranger's grim expression and baby blue eyes which are clouded with sympathy.

"Micah," she says, her tone sounding as if she's apologizing.

"Y-yes?" I reply, failing to keep my voice from trembling. "T-that's me..."

"I am Meirah, Lady of the Earth and she who bestows the blessing of life. You have been taking notice of yourself, yes? Your emotions, how you've been responding to things as of late?"

It takes a moment, but I nod. I have in fact noticed I've been a lot more snippy and emotional than usual.

"Memories have been resurfacing, causing your thoughts to travel where you've never wanted them to?"

Again, I nod.

"You've been having thoughts of carrying a child, have you not?"

Eyes popping wide, I nod once more, my mind instantly jumping to the worst. "Wh-what's happened to me?" I demand. "Where is Clay?!"

"Don't fret, my dear Micah," Meirah reassures me with her lulling voice. "You will return to him soon, but first I have a message to give you; a warning. That man who attacked you...those years ago now? He has not forgotten you. Somehow, he was able to track you down, and has laid a curse upon you."

My heart drops. "A...a curse?"

Meirah nods solemnly. "I'm afraid so. I did all I could in an attempt to intercept it, possibly prevent it from ever taking effect, but I was too late. Micah...you have been cursed with the burden of bearing the man's child."

I almost faint there and then. My worst nightmare, now come to life. A wave of dizziness overtakes me and I nearly stumble to the ground, my throat clenching as my breathing grows heavier. She can't be serious, I think. I haven't seen that man, that monster, once since that night. There's no way he...

"With this type of magic," Meirah continues, "the pregnancy will develop much faster than a normal one would, and the birth will be...a challenge, as children of curses tend to become quite large by the time they're to term." Kneeling down, she gently places her hands on my shoulders. "But I have been watching you, Micah. I know you are strong, even more so with Clay at your side. And you will come out of this stronger than you've ever been."

"But the baby," I remind her, "how...what will we do with it? W-when it's born?"

Meirah smiles softly. "I shall be present when you give birth," she replies. "I'll be unable to help, nor can I make myself known until after the fact, but once the child is born, I will take them as my own, so you and Clay will not be burdened any further." Gently grabbing my face, she leans in and presses a light kiss to my forehead. Her voice drops to a mutter. "Now return to your love. He is waiting..."

With a small gasp, I seem to wake up from a slumber, laying on my back on the bed with Clay laying next to me, propped up on an elbow and watching me intensely. "Clay...?" I ask softly with a groan, placing a hand on my forehead. "What...what happened?"

Clay visibly relaxes and he sighs in relief, a hand coming up to gently run his fingers through my hair. "Thank God you're okay," he breathes. More clearly, he adds, "Is everything alright? You seemed unwell..."

"I...don't know. I remember...being with you, and then I...I passed out, I think?" I fall silent then, trying to see if I can recall anything. All at once, the memories crash back to me and my eyes grow wide. "I...I had a vision. I was in the woods when all of a sudden someone approached me. She wasn't there to hurt me, but she...she said..." My hand floats down to my stomach. "The man that assaulted me...a few years back. She said he cursed me."

Clay doesn't speak for some time, but his eyes follow the movement of my hand. I can almost see the gears turning in his head, eyes flashing when he finally connects the dots. "Meirah," he whispers, barely audible. He looks at me again, then wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "What did she say to you?" he asks slowly, as if hesitant to hear my answer.

"He put a curse on me," I whisper, my voice a bit strained as reality hits me, "a curse that...that's made it so I'm expecting his child." The words hang heavy in the air for a moment. "But Meirah said not to worry," I continue, "she's been watching over me, and when the baby is born, she'll take it from us."

Again, Clay is silent for longer than I'd like, before his arms squeeze around me just the slightest bit tighter. "Micah..." He speaks softly, and his voice sounds on the verge of breaking. Gently, he puts his fingers under my chin and lifts my head so I'm looking up at him. My heart shatters when I see the tears threatening to fall, making his gorgeous green eyes shiver. "Is that...is this what you want? Do you...want to have his child?"

"No!" I exclaim immediately. "No, of course not! I never wanted this!" My tone softens in defeat and I tear my gaze from his, looking down at my stomach again and rubbing my hand across it. Of course, there's no bump to speak of quite yet, but there's a noticeable firmness now beneath my navel. "But...if he set the curse, then I don't really have a choice in the matter."

I hear Clay sigh deeply. "Micah," he says, his voice cracking. His grip on me tightens even more. "I'm sorry...baby, I'm so sorry..." He combs his fingers gently through my hair. I can tell by the trembles, though, that his mind is scrambling to find a solution. "We...we can reverse it, right? Surely there's a way."

Biting back tears, I shake my head. "It's impossible to reverse now," I say grimly. "Meirah did what she could, but the curse was too powerful. I'll be okay though, my love. I'll be okay..."

Clay meets my gaze, his eyes misty with tears. His voice quivers as he speaks. "You're sure...?" he asks in a slow whisper. "I just...I can't..." His words trail off, the tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks. "I-I don't wanna lose you, Micah..." He takes a deep but jerky breath. "I don't know...what I'd do if..."

"Shhh." I reach my hand out to cup his cheek, swiping a tear away with my thumb when he leans into the touch. "You won't lose me," I reassure softly, "you won't. I promise you that, Clay, I promise."

With a faint grin, Clay presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closing. Eventually, he speaks again, his tone somber yet more determined. "I won't let you do this alone." He pauses to take a breath. "I'm staying right here with you, just like always. We'll face this together, okay?"

I nod firmly, leaning in to gently press my lips against his. "Together," I affirm, just as determined. "We got this."

I can feel Clay smile gently when I kiss him, and his sage green eyes shimmer with enamor when he pulls away. His hand comes up to delicately cradle my jaw, and I lean into the touch. "Now you know I hate sounding possessive," he says, tone light while still serious, "but I don't think I'll be able to let you out of my sight until this is all over...!" He lets out a breathy chuckle, telling me he's trying to lighten the mood if only a little. "Just don't go anywhere without me, okay?"

Shaking my head fondly, I reply, "Wasn't planning to. Don't worry about me sneaking off, because you know that's not happening!"

Humming to himself quietly in amusement, Clay brushes a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "I do know," he agrees, "and I trust that you won't." Then, his smile fades, eyes trailing down my body before he cautiously rests his hand on my belly. "Does it...feel any different?"

He sounds genuinely curious, so I of course give him an honest answer. "Physically speaking, not yet really..." I look down to where his hand lays, and I place mine over top, lightly hooking my fingers around his. "Everything's still just kind of...setting in, I guess."

Clay's free hand combs once through my hair before holding the back of my head.

"I thought it was just a nightmare," I continue, voice lowered to a mutter, "but this is...real. I...I'm actually cursed, to have my assaulter's baby." My eyes meet Clay's again. "I thought he had forgotten me, we crossed paths so long ago...but I guess not."

The expression of Clay's face darkens, and his words are laced with pure venom when he speaks. "That man's a monster. Only thinking about himself, wanting to leave a legacy...what a fucked way to go about it..." I don't think I've ever seen him this filled with bitten back rage; it scares me a little bit in all honesty.

After a few minutes of silence to let the situation sink in, Clay's expression morphs into something a bit softer but no less intense. His brows are creased ever so slightly in that particular way that I'd recognize anywhere.

"You're thinking," I comment gently.

Clay blinks, his gaze focusing on me once again, and he replies, "Sorry, I...I just thought, perhaps I could give Rayn a visit? She's more knowledgeable about this sort of thing than we are, maybe she can help."

Rayn is a good friend of Clay's, a witch who lives a decent travel away from our rather secluded cottage in the woods. She has helped us before with other mystical encounters we faced, so we have complete trust in her abilities. If anyone could give us sound answers on this whole curse, it's her.

"Well, then I'm coming with you."

Clay's eyes pop wide. "What?" he asks incredulously, as if I suggested the absolute worst thing. "W-why? You know the town she lives in is at least half a day's walk!"

"And?" I challenge. "You said you'd never let me out of your sight, plus if I'm there, Rayn can get a better idea of what's happened and how to help."

It's silent for a second, and my chest swells with playful pride when I realize I have Clay beat. "I did say that," he mumbles to himself, glancing away in defeated thought. Looking back at me, he adds, "Alright, fine. You're right; I mean, you are the one cursed, after all." He leaves a quick but firm peck on my forehead. "She might not be able to reverse it, but she can at the very least give us advice on how to get through it."

I stare forlornly into the mirror on the inside of our closet door, shirt pulled up to expose my belly which is now noticeably distended. A few days have passed since my vision from Meirah learning about the curse, and I'm still not sure how exactly to feel about it all. Slowly, I rest a shaking hand on my stomach, a hurricane of emotions surging through me all at once that I simply can't process them. The eye of the storm comes in the form of Clay, who's now woken up. He approaches me from behind and wraps his arms around me, planting a tired yet loving kiss on my neck before dropping his chin on my shoulder.

"Good morning, love," he says softly, words still a bit slurred as the last tendrils of sleep try to keep an iron grip on him.

I don't respond.

This, of course, sets off alarm bells in Clay's head, as his eyes fully open and he gently guides me to face him. "Micah," he says, concern dripping from his voice. He lifts a hand to cradle my cheek, thumb swiping back and forth along the bone. His eyes search mine intensely, and he frowns. "Hey. It's...it'll be okay. Alright? I promise..."

My eyes fall shut in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and I feel the soft press of his lips against my forehead.

"We're gonna visit Rayn today," Clay continues in a reassuring murmur, "we're gonna explain everything, and she'll help us. We can do this, Micah; you can do this."

"But what if I can't?!" I blurt out, stepping away from him. "What if...what if I..."

"Hey. Where'd my brave Micah go, hmm?" Clay gives a half smile and lightly taps my head with his finger; it's clear he's trying to lift my spirits. "I know they're in there." His smile fades when I don't reply, and he pulls me close. "Why don't we have something to eat and then head out? That sound okay?"

"'M not hungry," I mumble, hiding my face in his chest.

Clay strokes his fingers once through my hair. "Please at least try," he requests in a whisper. "I don't want you making this any harder on yourself than it already is..."

My only response is a tiny grunt, but I allow him to lead me out of the bedroom and down the hall to our kitchen.

Breakfast is nothing special, just something small and quick. Clay and I eat in silence sitting next to each other, his arm staying loosely hooked around my back with the occasional supportive rub to my side.

"Ready?" he asks when he notices I've finished eating.

Standing up, I nod. "Let's go."

Clay stands as well, smiling with a mix of love and pride. "That's my Micah...!"

The village is quaint, though not much in terms of visual interest. The buildings are all cobblestone and wood, thatch roofs and dirt roads split the ways through town. Only a few people are milling about, giving the place a quiet yet lived in atmosphere.

But that's not what Clay and I are here for.

Towards the center of the village is Rayn's house - it's easy to spot as well kept vines crawl up and around the wooden siding. We step up to the door together, Clay's hand resting gently on the small of my back while he uses the other to gently knock.

It takes a moment or two, but soon enough the door opens to reveal Rayn, who smiles brightly upon seeing us. "Clay! Micah!" she exclaims, giving us each a quick hug in greeting. When she goes to hug me, though, she jumps back as if snapped at by a stray animal and her smile fades. "Micah...?"

I tilt my head in confusion before I realize she can probably sense the magic of the curse.

Her auburn eyes flick between Clay and I a couple times before she beckons us inside. "Micah," she says, her tone now flattened in seriousness, "something's not right. With you, I mean."

"Funny you say that," Clay replies, "because that's why we're here." He looks to me, silently asking if I want to explain.

With both his and Rayn's eyes on me, I take a breath and retell everything from the vision of Meirah to the curse itself. "So Clay and I," I finish, "were wondering if you knew of any way to help."

Rayn's gaze moves to the floor, and her finger cradles her chin in deep thought. "I've definitely heard of this happening before," she says after a couple minutes, "but never very often. And certainly never as a curse." She looks to me with the exact same sympathetic expression as Meirah did. "The magic this man used on you...it's strong. Stronger than anything I know how to deal with."

"So there's nothing you can do?" Clay asks quietly; I can tell he's forcing his voice to stay level.

"I never said that," Rayn replies. "But...if you were hoping I could lift the curse, then I cannot. I'm sorry." She gestures over to her couch, motioning for us to sit. "What I can do, though, is help to lessen some of the effects, and ensure nothing remains after it's all said and done."

"Nothing remains?" I echo, tilting my head in confusion. "What does that mean?"

Rayn blinks. "You...know how pregnancy works, right?"

I nod. "Obviously."

"So then your question is answered. Should any complications happen during birth, my counter-magic will instantly heal it, and your body will return to its normal state. None of that 'baby fat' to worry about!"

Well that first bit doesn't sound very reassuring.

Then, Rayn lowers herself onto one knee in front of me, hand held out towards my belly but not yet touching. "May I...?" Her question trails off, but I understand what she's asking.

I lift my shirt just enough to expose my distended stomach and Rayn carefully rests her hand directly over my navel. Her eyes close as she focuses.

"Just as I sensed earlier," she mumbles, opening her eyes again and removing her hand. "Meirah was right. You said you were visited by her only a week ago?"

Nodding, I release my shirt so it falls back down normally.

Rayn hums in affirmation. "From what I can tell, you're already a good two, three months along. That is, compared to a typical pregnancy."

"What does that mean?" Clay interjects with worry. "Will Micah be okay?"

"Yes, they'll be fine. With Meirah's interception and my counter-magic, the worst part of this ordeal will only be the birth itself." Rayn pauses, then her attention turns to me once more, her expression hardening. "Now I know...I know this child is from someone who...who assaulted you, Micah. But maybe," she places a hand on my knee, "this can be something good? Helps you to heal those wounds?"

"We're not keeping it," I reply firmly, "I told you Meirah plans to take it once it's born."

"I know." Rayn rises to her feet, Clay and I quickly following. "The circumstances are...awful. And I'm genuinely so sorry. I was only saying that this journey, you could see it as a sort of testament. That even if something terrible happens, you're strong enough and brave enough to overcome it."

As her words process in my mind and I realize she has a bit of a point, I blink in surprise. "Oh. I...I guess I never thought of it that way."

Rayn smiles and leads us to the door, opening it for us. "Everything works out in the end, Micah. You two will be okay, I can promise you that."

I return her smile, pausing in the doorway and turning to face her. "Thank you. For everything. I know you couldn't help us much, but...we still appreciate it. Truly."

Rayn gives us one last nod, then we exchange quick goodbyes before she makes a playful shooing gesture at us and we step out of her house to start our journey home.

Despite my bump still being so small, I find my hand absently resting on it - a deep instinctual thing is all it is. My mind races with the knowledge that soon, my stomach will grow bigger and heavier, then I'll have to suffer for possibly hours laboring and birthing this child, all because of a curse set upon me by an evil man whose face I can't even remember; it terrifies me. Through my internal torment, I vaguely hear Clay ask if we want to stay at the nearby inn for the night, but of course I'm too buried in everything to be able to reply.

"Hey," his voice cuts through the static of my thoughts, "Micah. Micah, honey, look at me."

My eyes manage to find his, and I notice we've stopped walking. Clay's hands gently cup my jaw on either side of my face, and he looks down at me with concern and sympathy. "We'll get through this," he reassures me in the soft tone he knows helps calm me down, "together, just like we promised, remember? Once this is over, it'll be like it never happened, okay?"

I swallow, nodding microscopically. "Yeah. We can do this...we can..." When Clay drops his hands, I look down at my belly. "It'll be like it never happened..."

"There's my Micah," Clay mutters fondly, leaning down to leave a quick kiss on my cheek. "Now, about the inn. Do you want to stay the night and we can go home tomorrow?"

I think about it for a moment before nodding.

We make our way to the inn and secure a room easily enough, and the moment I sit down on the arguably too creaky bed, I realize just how tired I am. Thankfully, I'm already wearing comfortable clothing, so all I have to do is kick off my boots before settling down with the blanket tossed over me.

Clay follows not soon after, having to use the bathroom quick before laying next to me. He pulls me close and tucks the blanket further around me, kissing the top of my head. "Sleep well, baby. I love you."

Eyes closing, I hear the click of the lamp turning off and grin tiredly. "I love you too, Clay."

#giving birth #pregnancy #pregnant #birth kink #labor kink #pregnancy kink #pregnancy roleplay #birth roleplay #birth story #rapid pregnancy #labor #birth #nbpreg #cursed #magic pregnancy

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crmsnmth · 7 months ago

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September Sky Chapter Seven, Part 2

"Yeah. If someone dies in the night, someone has to go and pick the body up and bring it back."

"Makes sense. "

"I couldn't figure it out the first time she said it either."

An old man with white hair and more of it in his nose and ears then on the top, slowly walked by with a cane. He was wearing a wool sweater. And he just kept a friendly smile on his face as he headed for the door. Fuel was a melting pot. At any given moment there was at least a couple older folks playing chess as the drank strong muddy black coffee. A handful of college students would be in, studying, their cups of bean juice forgotten. And there was a few people like me. The outcasts of the misfits. We sat alone, sipping our caffeine and just watching the world pass.

"How's things been going with Amy?" I asked. Even with Chad, I preferred to keep my personal life private. Of course, he knew everything anyway just by being around me. The guy could feel what I was going to feel. He was that good.

"Alright. Nothing serious yet. She does stay at my place now more than her own though." I'd never spent much time around Amy. She came around right as I was packing my bags. I really knew very little about her.

"That's good, I think?"

"Yeah, it is. I think we're pretty much together. Just no labels." Chad took a sip from his coffee.

"Why not? Not that it matters. Is there some reason you guys aren't labeling it anything? It's been long enough, I'd assume. And if you're always together anyway what's the big deal?"

"I'm not really sure. Any time it gets brought up, she says she just wants to have fun." A guy on a bike flew past us.

"Ok, I mean I guess I can kind of get that." I lied through my teeth. "I mean as long as you guys are cool with that."

Chad shrugged. His beard had gotten longer since the last time I saw him. He looked older. Tougher, even. Chad already had a large build. The beard made him look like a human boulder. He looked around, taking in sights that weren't normally his to see.

"I don't know if I am, man." He finally said, his attention stuck on a group of hipsters walking the opposite sidewalk. A look of annoyance. Hipsters were the enemy. In all reality, we were the worst hipsters of all.

"What do you mean?"

"I think I love her." I can't say I was expecting those words to come out of Chad's mouth. Sure, he'd been in plenty of relationships, and I'm sure he's said those three words to his fair share, but Chad was quiet about these kind of emotions. I didn't know if it made him uncomfortable or if he just was the type to not share.

"For real?" I asked, trying to hide the surprise in my voice. We'd been friends for years, and this was one of the very few things I'd never really heard him talk much about. I mean, we'd talked about relationships plenty of times, but he'd never really mentioned love much before. I had plenty of times. Can you believe I used to fall in super fast?

"Yeah, I think so. I'm not sure what else it could be. I really think I love her." It was still strange to hear those words come out of his mouth.

"Did you tell her yet?" I asked.

"No. Not yet. I'm going to have to, huh?" There was a sad look on his face.

"I mean, yeah, eventually. You can't just skip that part."

"I fucking hate this part."

"Understandable."

Chad sighed and took another sip. I lit a cigarette, unsure of what to say. In all the time we'd been friends, there were very few awkward silences, but sitting outside of that coffee shop was probably the most awkward.

"What time are we meeting Alana?" I asked.

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krakenoid · 1 year ago

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The Worst Blowjob I Ever Gave

Most people have a type of person they're attracted to. This is just normal personal preference, utterly mundane. However, there is the far less common, possibly supernatural inverse- a specific type that is attracted to you. For a friend of mine, that type is hyperspecific: brunette female social workers named Mary who wear glasses. So, when my friend Mary said she was going into social work, I advised her to stay away from him lest she be drawn into his particular gravity well. This story, however, is not about him.

See, the type of man who is attracted to me is best described as "dudes who figured out I was bi a long time before I did." (It's no wonder that, since coming out, my already sparse romantic prospects dried up near-entirely.) It was one such man who received the worst blowjob I have ever given.

I was in my first year of college before I dropped out, in the midst of a deep, deep depression and subsequent ego death. Ego death, as I've had it explained to me, is the complete and utter loss of your sense of self. I knew on an academic level that I was Alan Aubrey, but I couldn't make the connection between me and the thing that stared out at me from the mirror. So, knowing that, I'm sure you understand the lengths to which I was willing to go to feel human again.

I met him at a party that I didn't really want to go to. I'm not sure what drew him to me, as I was sitting on a couch and staring deeply into a red solo cup filled with equal parts Mountain Dew and Smirnoff, which I had only taken to be polite. He was your stereotypical frat boy. Picture a frat boy in your mind. Yep, that's him. In part to protect his privacy, and in part because I've forgotten his name, we'll call him Chunt. Chunt was dressed in salmon-colored shorts and a lime green polo with the collar popped up. Christ, he was wearing fucking *loafers.* We got to talking, or rather he started talking to me and I occasionally interjected with a question or a joke. I was nervous both because of the unique combination of anxiety, ego death, and an autism-spectrum disorder and because I was noticing him in a way I had only noticed a few guys before.

I won't bore you with my extremely awkward attempts at flirtation, but an hour or so later we were in his dorm room, watching a pirated version of John Wick with Polish subtitles that could not be disabled. It was exactly like every other date you go on in college: Hanging out in a dorm room identical to your own, on a mattress exactly like your own, making out and only half paying attention to one of the most influential action blockbusters of the last decade. Eventually, he got his dick out, as one does.

It's worth noting, dear reader, that I had never given a blowjob before. I resolved to give it my level best and hoped that it would awaken some innate dick-sucking talent within me. Five minutes later, it had not. Ten minutes later, he was watching Fortnite clips on his phone. He didn't even nut. Do you know how humiliating it is to have one of the most stereotypically horny demographics on a college campus get bored of you sucking him off? Eventually, realizing my ministrations were doing more harm than good, I excused myself and exited Chunt's life forever.

I like to think that it was something like Robert Downey Jr. turning his life around and getting off hard drugs after eating a really bad cheeseburger. Maybe my futile attempts at fellatio somehow changed the trajectory of his life, hopefully for the better. I hope that he at least came to a realization, if not to my efforts. Perhaps he's on a different path now, but I'll never know and I don't particularly want to. I think it's best for both of us to leave that behind. Wherever Chunt is now, I wish him the best, and thank him for helping me realize that I am in fact bisexual, and also that I have standards.

#life stories #anecdotes #story time #tumblr stories #im still not much better mind you

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books-and-catears · 4 years ago

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Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

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maplecornia · 3 years ago

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chapter 7

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.04K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: so yeah, i've decided to start uploading every day for this story until i'm caught up with the chapters i have. i'll tell you guys when i'll go back to posting once a week.

tags:@kookaine |@fangirl125reader |@kookiebbyxx |@taradevonne

You almost faint in disbelief.

It's him, it's him.

Jeon Jungkook.

That's his face, those are his eyes, and that is his body.

Real, and right in front of you.

Heart pounding in your chest, you find yourself unable to breathe, your chest constricting and your mind going blank. You're faintly aware of the towel crinkling in your hands, and your feet propelling you backward, away from him. If he notices, he doesn't show it, seeming almost as frozen as you are.

You would know him anywhere.

The golden maknae of BTS, the one who’s made you laugh over and over multiple times before, the one who's good at everything, the sweet and handsome Jeon Jungkook.

Even after all these years, he still looks the same.

As he looks up at you, his hair falls in strands across his forehead. It's his natural color, a deep midnight black, with brown undertones. It looks as though he tried to do it in the morning, but a little too much dance practice has destroyed his efforts. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, complimenting the smooth soft complexion and making him shine as though he were a drop of moonlight befallen on the earth.

As he blinks, long feathery eyelashes cast small shadows on his cheeks, complementing the dark brown color of his irises. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words form, the same curve to his lips making it seem as though he were smiling even the tiniest bit your way. In the back of your mind, you recall how those lips would spread whenever he smiled, transforming his sweet face into one similar to that of a bunny.

As he moves even the slightest bit, your gaze travels to his jaw and you swallow hard.

Even his body is the same.

He's still tall and strong, sure and trained muscle rippling beneath his slight build. The coffee has even helped in this aspect, his shirt sticking to his chest and accenting his toned pectorals and sculpted abs beneath. You can see it in the muscle of his thighs, showing through his jeans, and the strong structure of his forearm. It even shows in the veins on his hands.

He looks the same as the day he left with the rest of BTS, leaving you behind.

At the thought, you sadly look away.

You had forgotten those days, forgotten the emptiness you felt in their absence.

You had forgotten about them for a while.

Perhaps that's the worst part.

What are you going to do?

You just bumped into Jeon Jungkook, probably the most beloved and adored member of BTS. Spilled his coffee all over him with not so much as a drop falling on you, and then proceeded to gawk at him.

You can't get all starry-eyed over an idol.

Especially not now.

Inwardly, you remind yourself that he’s just another person. He's just another human being, just someone else who lives on the same planet as you do.

Yeah, he's just another globally renowned person.

Half of the world's population is either in love with him or wanting to be like him.

Not to mention he's incredibly talented, with a great personality and heart of gold.

Nothing to worry about.

Glancing up at him, you can see he seems to have forgotten about you and is currently trying to rub the coffee stains off with the edge of his sleeve.

Smiling softly, you remember the towel you had retrieved moments ago and look towards him, swallowing hard.

“Mr. Jeon Jungkook?” your voice is soft, almost inaudible, and you silently curse yourself. Seriously, how much further are you going to embarrass yourself? Nevertheless, it draws his attention and he immediately looks up. At the sight of his eyes on you once more, your heart skips a beat.

“Here, you might need this.” Noticing the towel in your hands, he takes it from you, your fingers brushing against each other for a split second.

Almost as soon as he takes it from you, you snatch your hand back, trying to ignore the rapid beating of your heart and the faint blush rising in your cheeks. He smiles at you, politely, before nodding his head and murmuring what you think is a thank you, but you can't tell.

Looking away, you spy the mess on the floor.

Eyes widening, you immediately drop to your knees, pulling out another towel and starting to clean up the marble tile. It’s the least you can do after making a mess such as this. As you scrub up the floor, you can hear people whispering behind you and are faintly aware of a janitor in the far corner gazing at you in amazement.

You don't care, this is keeping your mind off of him.

This is distracting you from reality, at least for a moment.

But Jungkook has other plans.

You don't notice it when he pauses from cleaning his shirt and stares at you on the floor. Nor when he kneels and peers at you almost curiously. You don't even notice as he waves away a few staff members who inquire if he’s okay, or if he needs any help. You don't spy the faint smile playing on his lips as you dutifully clean up your mess.

Nor do you see when he takes the towel you gave him and cleans the floor beside you, setting the empty coffee cup to the side.

When you glance up from your work, and his face is there, just a few inches away from yours, you blink, startled.

His eyes meet yours, just like before, but this time they aren't as scared. This time, they’re friendly, almost nervous, but welcoming as they hold your attention once more. He smiles, softly, before reaching forward and taking the towel from your hand.

Inhaling sharply, you flinch away, surprised by the touch.

At the movement, his eyes falter in confidence and he looks away, shutting down once more. Only, you don't want him to shut down again. Frantically, you search for words, anything to say to him.

“I...” As he looks up at you, it's as though all your butterflies are gone and your mind is no longer blank. Things become clear and you know what you have to say.

“I’m sorry.”

At your words, he seems taken aback, as though he weren't expecting that. He blinks, surprised and you continue.

“I didn't see you behind me, and I should've apologized earlier or at least said excuse me or….” Trailing off, you sigh. Rambling won't do you any good now.

“The point is, I’m sorry.” You murmur, softly, before bowing your head to him.

You can't see his face or the way he looks at you tenderly, completely awestruck by your behavior. You don't see the soft, kind way he smiles before he playfully knocks on your head, and you raise it.

“It's alright, you don't have to apologize.” He reassures you and you flush deeply at the sound.

Jungkook’s voice is soft and almost melodic, as though he’s always ready to break out in song, exactly how you've heard it on videos and during concerts.

And yet, now that you're hearing it in person, it's a bit different.

You can hear the soft rumble in his throat as he speaks, a tiny hint of his Busan dialect mixing in with his words. Every syllable is straightforward and clear, every word having a purpose.

It's slightly raspy but refreshed, like the feeling after you've just had a good workout or have just accomplished a really hard dance you've been practicing for a while.

But what's most important is that at the sound of his voice, unexplainable emotions run through your heart.

You have to look away or you're afraid he would surely detect the rapid beating of your heart, the chaos in your mind, the way your body has suddenly gone weak.

Looking away, you spy the discarded cup on the side and lunge for it, startling Jungkook a bit. He dodges you, his eyes widening slightly. Pulling back you smile a bit sheepishly before standing and giving him a small smile.

“Wait here.” You instruct before turning and hurrying to a trash can.

As you look up after throwing away the coffee cup, you notice a vending machine and spy a canned coffee cup on one of the slots.

Glancing back at Jungkook, you watch as he offers the soaked towels to the janitor who has come behind you and is currently mopping up the mess.

Turning back to the vending machine, you pull out your wallet, taking out a couple of won and inserting it into the slot. Pressing the numbers of the coffee can, you receive your change, bending down to retrieve your prize and turning back to Jungkook. Taking a deep breath, you pocket your wallet and hide the coffee behind your back before walking back over to him.

As you reach him, he greets you with a friendly smile, and you return it, almost nervously.

“Here.” You say, and he takes it from you, peering at it in slight confusion. “To replace the other one.”

“Thank you.” He murmurs, opening it and taking a drink. As soon as he tastes it, he pulls back, overdramatizing how delicious it is. At the sight of his expression, you snort, chuckling softly.

“It's really good!” he exclaims, and you laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. He laughs as well, a soft chuckle that warms you from the inside out and makes your smile grow wider.

You open your mouth to say something else, but a voice behind you cuts you off.

“Jungkook!” at the sound, Jungkook looks behind you, and you turn around.

A staff member is standing near an elevator, holding it open. She frantically points to her watch, a phone held desperately between her shoulder and ear. She seems distressed as though she’s late for something, and as you think about it, you realize she probably is.

You couldn't meet with Kim Namjoon due to a meeting he had with BTS, and Jungkook happens to be a member of BTS. He was probably on the way when you bumped into him.

“You should probably go.” You mutter, a bit disheartened at seeing him leave. “It sounds important.”

As you say the words, you turn to him and he seems a bit down himself. He nods to the staff member before looking at you and smiling once more. A bit bashfully, he holds out his hand, grinning that bunny smile as you take it.

“Thank you for the coffee, miss. It was nice to meet you.” He says politely, shaking your hand softly before bowing his head to you.

“You're welcome, I’m sorry again, by the way.” You chuckle softly, and he shakes his head at you almost in disbelief.

“I thought I told you,” he murmurs, letting go of your hand and starting to walk past you. However, as he reaches your side, he pauses, whispering in your ear...

“You don't have to be sorry for anything.”

At the feeling of his breath against your skin, you shiver, a slight blush exploding on your cheeks. You refuse to meet his eyes, unwilling to let him see your blush.

So you don't see him smirk at your reaction before turning away and heading to meet the staff member who has started to pace in anticipation and worry.

As soon as he leaves your side, you turn, watching him as he walks away. When he reaches halfway to the elevator doors, he pauses. As though he could feel your eyes on him, he turns his head, glancing over his shoulder at you.

Smiling, he meets your eyes, raising his hand in the air to say goodbye. Letting out a small laugh, you roll your eyes before doing the same.

After a moment, he turns once more, completing the distance and vanishing behind the elevator door, your eyes unable to break from him the entire way.

And once he’s gone, you hold the same hand you waved goodbye to him with, close to your chest.

As though that would calm the rapid beating of your heart.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: pretty spoicy no? (¬‿¬)

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intheeyesofjustice · 3 years ago

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Hello my bloglings, been a while, see you child lol

Anyways the Aubrey winter lodge happened, its actually called Aubrey wotzic lodge not winter lodge so that was a surprise. It was so much fun like top 3 things ever, I wore my coziest things like sweatpants and a long sleeve thing I dont even know what it was called and slippers too of course. Omg it was so awsome they had a great hill that we went down like 20 times it was very tiring to get up all the way, and the snow was cool like snow always is, in the morning it was the best since it was so fluffy, I got to hang with my besie from the westie, like pacific northwestie, aka my svalbardian brother, also czechoczechozki was there he was a big burly Russian man, I had better pon pons than him since mine was on my head. That last part didn't make much sense, you would just had to have been there.

Ok so its saint patties today and nobody told me I found out in second period which is weird cause in first period we spent the entire class talking about holidays, but I didnt wear any green so that sucks.

I want to go to the library and get a book, its weird to see that typed out so last night at like 11 I was browsing YouTube and there was this channel I started watching and I basically fell into the "hard" science fiction rabbit hole, I love the idea of not just thousands but millions of years from now where earth is long destroyed or maybe just forgotten about and humanity looks and acts completely different, or they've ascended into like godlike beings I remember this really cool piece of art that depicted this it was cool I will send it if I see it again. Im probably describing this terribly anyways this youtube guy is talking about a book series called "remembrance of earths past" which i mean talk about a cool name, its apparently about cosmic horror and stuff I didnt want to get spoiled too much, so I am going there after school, I am excited.

Hmm, yknow whats weird the last weekends I've been seeing friends including hopefully next weekend, it is pretty fun, I'm even planning of having another carty, though I still do want to hang with people more, but this is a good start I think.

I dont like that I can't talk about serious or even semi serious things irl I've been trying to get better at it by talking about serious things with my mom and some friends but if the other person brings up something serious I basically just stop talking or say "wow" and stop talking, like no support or even a "thats terrible" just silence and then it gets awkward and they change the subject, sometimes I even change the subject even though they told me something they probbably haven't told many people, I dont want to its just all subcontious.

I dont like math, I need this spring break, it is the first class I've ever been failing in, my mom thinks I should be outraged and try everything i can to grt it up but I dont really care tbh im just focusing on other classes

Back to the weekend I think Alex and I might go up to skyline which is cool since well skyline is cool i had a friend who talks about how she goes up there it would be funny if we ran into her. Noone else even responded to him so they obvz dont want to go. My main worry is Alex cause he just got his license and dont get me wrong I like him but I dont know if I would trust him to drive, even if he is constantly talking about how good he is at it, but he offered whats the worst that can happen 😢.

Goodbye my bloglings this may be the last time we speak.

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mistaeq · 4 years ago

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nijimura okuyasu: half and half

tw // hospital things at the beginning, angst, flesh bud

contains: have you ever wondered why is okuyasu's hair half black and half gray? and what about his facial scars? NO reader insert.

dora's note: this comes from my mind entirely. but i found this interesting, and i care a lot about it. i was scared of sharing it, but i think it's worth a read. i hope so. thank you in any case.

word count: 2.4k

"so, sir... what you're saying is that you have no clue of what happened to your baby?" the nurse asked. the adult held the older son's hand tighter, to prevent him from telling the lady what had gone down during the previous hours. he knew the child enough to imagine keicho wouldn't have stayed silent about it.

"not at all. i left the two of them in the kitchen and moved to my studio for a while. i heard screams and a loud cry, and when i went back to them, the little one was bleeding and... crying. i got so scared." listening to his old man's lies, five year old keicho left the place, running off of his father's grip, because he didn't even want to be touched by him.

the man obviously made sure he had left the bloody ring at home, that one ring that originated two deep, symmetrical scars, the youngest nijimura would have never forgotten. and all nijimura mansaku could do about it, was lie, and say it was an accident. okuyasu, keicho's little brother, was in need of blood because of that injury, and it's meant to give you goosebumps, to know his only parent doesn't feel even remotely guilty about it. he's just ready to do anything in order to hide what really happened. in order to save himself over his baby.

the truth is, that not even dio himself ever trusted nijimura mansaku. it was clear from a mile away, that a man like him had no interest in the vampire's plan and intentions, rather than in the money he could earn from that alliance. that's why, to keep himself from being betrayed, dio brando made sure he gave him the flesh bud, a disgusting octopus-looking thing, that carried all of dio's will and dna. no wonder, the presence of that made his attitude as a father even worse than it was before. he was already used to hurting his sons, it more or less began when nijimura juuno, his wife and mother of his children, died. but the flesh bud worsened it, at the point that he didn't know when to stop.

at this point, both him and keicho had taken a blood exam to check the compatibility with okuyasu's body, and at the end of the day, the closest one was mansaku's one. how does it feel to save the son you almost killed with your own hands? how did you expect a three year old baby to endure that wrath? and the best part, is that all he could offer was dirty blood. dirtied by the flesh bud, dirtied by dio. but it's always better than nothing.

as he was running around the hospital after the blood exam's result, keicho looked for his little brother's room everywhere, and successfully climbed over a chair to take a better look inside of the room from the small window on the door. okuyasu was quiet. bandaged, connected to a bag, full of transparent liquid keicho couldn't quite identify. poor baby wasn't sleeping, his eyes were halfway closed. the blonde one blamed himself. that should have been him, not his little brother, he thought. if he could take the pain from okuyasu, he would have done that.

that was, until he felt the strong arms of a sweet nurse picking him up from the chair and putting him back on the floor. "be careful there, little one... who's your guardian?" oh keicho, he felt the impulse to go on and tell the lady that his father had lied. okuyasu's injury was no accident, rather domestic abuse. but all he could do was stare in the nurse's eyes. she looked like mom. she really looked like mom. the child pointed towards the door with his chubby finger. the sweet lady's breath gently hitched. "is that your brother? then your dad is looking for you. we'll take good care of him, he'll be fine."

so... it was okay, right? keicho trusted the sweet nurse. he even accepted to hold her hand as she guided him back to his father. and in his mind, when after a bunch of days of hospitalization, okuyasu was allowed to come back home, keicho thought the sweet lady had cured him directly. after such a concerningly narrow escape from guilt, mansaku didn't touch his sons for a week. it was the best week of the babies' lives. somehow.

"aniki..." the blonde's heart broke, everytime he heard that weak voice in his ears. he was combing okuyasu's hair, he always did. a lot of black, dark hair. the brothers were pure opposites. keicho's eyes were green, a really beautiful green, at it. they looked like two fresh apples. "...why won't these signs disappear...? i am ugly..."

okuyasu's eyes, on the contrary, were gray. as gray as a cloudy day, when it threatens to rain. and sometimes, it rained a lot in them. "they will disappear, eventually." keicho lied. "they're called scars. they make you look strong, not ugly." he knew what to say. it was a lot, for a six year old who had grown too fast. yes. six year old. he had his sixth birthday, during okuyasu's hospitalization. it wasn't celebrated. none of the children's birthday ever got celebrated, after juuno's death. but the biggest present had been the return of his little brother from the hospital, and it was more than enough.

"mama was b-beautiful." the little one mumbled with a short giggle. keicho moved a lock of his own golden hair away from his shoulder. he liked long hair. his father always forced him to keep it in a bun or in that weird hairstyle he used to have when mom was still alive. she used to style her son's hair with a braid when she had the chance, though. and keicho loved the braid too. "am i beautiful too?"

okuyasu's hair, on the contrary, was shorter, and pitch black. the elder brother liked to dip his hand in it, and it would just disappear in a dark cloud. "yes, of course you are." keicho's hair came from the fatherly part. mansaku's mother, the children's grandma, was blonde. on the contrary, okuyasu definitely looked more like mom. everyone on her family side was dark haired. and always tried to make others happy. keicho started to comb the younger's hair with his hands, and took the chance to check out the black again.

black on the front, black on the sides. black everywhere, every black hair around the house was okuyasu's. black were the eyebrows, black the eyelashes. the little locks of hair sprouting from the top of his head were black. the whole soft center of them was black, and just like the rest, his nape hair was... gold? no way. okuyasu was black haired, come on. keicho's hands trembled, as he touched those unusual locks. they were warm, and gave him negative feelings. but he couldn't quite understand how could it be possible. it didn't even look like human blonde. it was just... gold.

how do one's hair just turn blonde? nobody in history had ever had his hair to get blonde, no, gold, all of a sudden. nobody, right? right after that one operation, right after that one blood-giving thing. five year old keicho, smart but naïve, as kids are, just thought, that since father's family side was blonde, getting mansaku's blood could lead okuyasu to get blonde too. little did he know dio's dna was running around that blood because of the flesh bud on his dad's forehead. and that such a thing, injected in a three - almost four, in october - year old was no joke.

every morning since then, keicho would wake up in the middle of the night to go check on his little brother's new golden hair, and couldn't admit he was rather jealous, at this point. okuyasu's hair color was much brighter than his. soon, the pitch black cloud was gonna turn into a golden wind. that's how keicho was gonna call it.

the golden wind had started to spread more in okuyasu's nape, and reached the sides of his head as well. all that was left, was a bunch of black hair at the top. for a while, that one issue with the younger's hair had been an amusement for the both of them. "what if aaaaall of me turns gold?" the baby often asked, and keicho had an answer, under the form of "dad would sell you if you did, sweetie", but he never dared to really say that.

september came, okuyasu's birthday was always closer, and keicho waited for it patiently. every morning, he woke up earlier than usual, to comb his little brother's hair and get to school in time. on okuyasu's birthday, the kid couldn't help but notice the golden wind was a little paler than usual, but he'd just laugh it off with his little brother. "see? it's because you're turning old."

"but i-i'm... i'm not that old." god, okuyasu was an hilarious baby. and they laughed even more. now that they could. now that they had a reason to. because just a week later, their life would have been doomed.

keicho would have come back from school, he would have greeted his small sibling and caressed the golden wind with joy. add a prayer to make sure dad would have been used to hitting them less than he usually did. or better, not hit them at all, if possible. or at least, this is what he had planned. but he came back to an awful scene. the worst he could see. as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with his little brother, crying right in front of him. for a second, he thought mansaku had beaten him again. "okuyasu!"

everytime he would beat them, before he stopped doing that after his little brother's operation, there was something weird about the man. like he hurt them without ever attacking. little did the children know, that he had a stand they couldn't see. "did dad hit you again?" he ran to okuyasu. "that scum!" but the little one kept saying no, and holding onto keicho as if something was scaring him to death. mansaku's screams could be heard from the other room, as if he was in pain. and it was looking down at okuyasu, that keicho noticed...

he didn't know what it meant. but dio had died. and with him, mansaku's flesh bud had gone berserk. and with that, okuyasu's golden wind became a gray cloud. dio was dead. it was over. the golden wind was over. "your hair..." keicho mumbled, caressing his little brother's hair. "what's happening..." he asked himself, as followed by the little one, he looked into the kitchen to see what was up with mansaku.

we all know what happened next. the man turned into a creature, not worthy of being called a man. the vampire had died, and the effect of his existance...

"...and the effect of his existance marked you for life."

the teenager's lips started trembling, as he pushed the tongue on his cheek's inside to prevent himself from crying. "okay, fine, it's a nightmare, after all. i'm gonna wake up in some minutes... and go to school... with josuke."

"i'm sorry, okuyasu." jotaro tightened his grip on the papers in his hands. the temperature in the nijimura household was dangerously cold, and the atmosphere caused by the topic they were talking to each other about was even worse. the marine biologist could swear the air was warmer, before he had finished explaining. "the foundation's been examinating all of your brother's childhood diaries. along with the testimonies josuke and koichi gave us about what your brother told them before his death."

"so, jotaro-san... i have these scars because the flesh bud made my father go mad." okuyasu stood up. "and i have this..." he pulled his hair in fury. "...this fucking hair because of dio's blood." jotaro started to feel not so much at ease. would have it been better for him to shut up about it? in josuke's opinion, it was the best choice. okuyasu deserved to know. "what is it, did that... scumbag mistake me for a customizable doll?" tears couldn't be held back anymore. kujo took his hat off.

"the hair thing happened to his son too. giorno giovanna, my... great grand uncle. but his hair changed from black to blonde when dio was dead, already. i think it's because it's a matter of parental genes, while you just had a direct injection of them when you were three, causing your body to react immediately."

"great granduncle..." okuyasu repeated, looking at the ground. "it's amazing you still have a great granduncle... and josuke is your uncle... you have your parents... and you have mr. joestar... and... a mrs. joestar, i believe...? and your daughter..." a couple of heavy tears fell on the ground from okuyasu's jaw. "you have such a big family, jotaro-san... i'm so jealous..."

how many families had dio destroyed? jotaro remembered of jonathan, even if they never met. jotaro risked seeing his mother die when he was seventeen. he witnessed friends die, when he was seventeen. and could, somehow, understand how would it feel for a teenager to lose his family. but maybe, he couldn't imagine how was it to come home to nobody. in his life, he used to come home to his mom and to his wife and daughter for a brief time. the kind of relationship he had with them is unrelated.

how does it feel to come home to nobody but a creature that barely remembers who you are? "josuke told me you would have probably said that." the marine biologist stood up, and in front of okuyasu's shocked gaze, he hugged the teenager. the younger one didn't even know what to do. did he have to hug back? did he have to stay still? he was hurting, but any kind of contact could make him melt. he trusted jotaro, he was a man to admire, in okuyasu's eyes.

"josuke told me so. and i agree with him, okuyasu. you're part of our family."

"family... t-thank you." the teenager finally hugged back.

he felt happy.

it was a painfully new sensation.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part four #diamond is unbreakable #nijimura okuyasu #jjba fics #angst

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thetimelessdreams · 3 years ago

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30 lives

A soul lives only 30 lives. (demo version here)

No more or less.

I had this idea for a story back in October 2020, I remember telling my classmate Lidka about it. She said that would be awesome

I totally forgot I had this draft until I played the Imagine Dragons song again yesterday.

Since I am a 10th grader, a lot of things happened to me, I found new friends, I lost someone so dear to me and then I got inspired to write again, thank you for everything Ju.K and P.K, I feel so a l i v e.

— duxkin, feb 3rd '22

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this is just part 1, I will write two more for the two souls...

him and her.

it won't be lengthy. count on that, I'm too tired but also inspired!

...

if someone from my class reads this:

hey what's up guys? how's school?

Rebirth exists.

I exist.

I am a 45000-year-old soul.

Souls, like me, choose when to be reborn and in what. We all can pick also where to be born. Well, I was testing it all till the end. I was always spinning the wheel on a random place to be born.

The choice was getting different with the eras, said my older friends who sadly, don't exist anymore. The reason is that we get to 30 lives. No more or less. 30 seems like a big number but the life I will be choosing now is my 30th. When it's over, I will disappear. This is the last chance to live, breathe and love. Till the end. I don't know what will happen next. But why would we jump so far? There is no future without a past, they say. So, shall we begin?

I still remember back in that time when I was a wild animal before the ice age, it was a wonderful time to be alive. Especially as the predator, I lived to be. Maybe my friend was my beloved, my child or even prey in those unknown and long forgotten lives.

We will never know.

Then my second life was the prey and I was killed by a human this time. Ugh, that death really hurt me back then. I perished in front of my parents. My huge body fell on the ground like a huge timber. I was something resembling the elephants today, a mammoth was it?

Then I wished to be a human but the wheel had to decide where I'd live. I never picked a place for once in these 30 lives, I was just summoned in Europe and Asia mostly.

Next — I was a Roman soldier's wife, then — a Greek girl killed by an earthquake — a pigeon that lived long and safe in the lands of Bulgaria's First Kingdom.

So, it turned out my best friend, who is also a soul was always with me anywhere, in every life. How cute. I learnt it at the end of his road. That he chased me. For instance, such things happened 8 times, in my 5th, 11th, 12th, 23rd, 24th 26th, 27th and 29th lives. He felt like he would fail to preserve me. But he was always near me like something attracted him. I loved his confessions when I could be close to him, I felt the same feelings. Even we sense what others see in us. This is what it takes to feel...some more, some none, but we have always felt this affection. Life pulled us together like a magnet, which our friends said was unique. No one of them found a love for eternity. That was too heartbreaking for me than I supposed. Even now I tear up when talking about this.

In some of the others, he was my friend, dog, parent. But still with me. I was so glad. Some of my lives were absolutely boring, especially when I was a Spanish princess in the XVII century. He couldn't talk with me between the worlds sadly. This is why he chased me. Adorable, isn't it?

Our 29th life was the worst...he was an animal runt. More specifically, Ciconia, a white stork. I'd been his mother, who killed him ruthlessly, without feeling grieved even for once. But sorry never made it feel alright. It is nature, you can't change it.

Now he and I will decide on living together as human beings in an alternative future. Lives were going faster and faster, until my friend and I decided to stop wasting our thirty lives so early before seeing a really distant future. Then he started speaking about his experiences.

— Man, never had luck. I was prey, then predator killed from the humans, then a Roman soldier, who died in a war, a father of a girl that died in an earthquake, and I was a king or a tsar...Boris the First?

— He is a Kniaz. I read some book about it in my previous life...

— Oh, I see. Sounds prestigious. Alright and then I was a British hero, grandson of a crusader, a brave general. I died in the 100-year war trying to get home to my Edward. Damn it, how did I get shot with a poisonous arrow then. My wife, my child, I wish to see them someday, I can't let anything happen to them...and then I was brave, but a crazy king. I was hit with a hammer in my head and survived that!

— Hey, it's too late now. We can choose our future but never change our past. After all, without the past, there isn't a present, so there is no future either.

— You are right and be sure. I will always chase after you, in every timeline, in every memory and in every life. It's always nice to talk to you. I feel you so close...But I have a question...

— What is it?

— You've never been a man, why so?

— I just feel like being a girl has always been better, they are stronger mentally and live longer... — he smirked because he's always been a guy. — ...and what is your argument about never being a woman?

— That's very tricky, especially in these Medieval times, most women have no rights! And men are physically stronger, wars kill us. I suggest that we better live our 30th life in a time where healthcare is free, just like education and there's more equality for us. Particularly in a good country, economically well and to embrace society on a very great level. Also, a plague comes soon. I heard from someone.

— Fair enough, let's wait though. Like...800 years...?

And that's what we both did. The time flew quicker than we both believed it will be. He showed me so much wisdom, I was always thankful for that...

But I am afraid that our life begins now. And the wheel was spinning gracefully again, with no rust or dirt on it. What magic!

— Damn it, it's a communist country!

— The wheel said so, don't dare disagree with it. Our last life will be long and beautiful!

— Good luck, beloved.

I nodded and we both jumped in the portal that the wheel made. I will always miss this beautiful, loud and loathsome looking wheel of fortune. He grinned like a child and bid his farewell.

— Lay me down...again my friend...we will meet...soon.

#imagine dragons #30 lives #imagine dragons 30 lives

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plumsaffron · 3 years ago

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outdated slightly read ("**update…" below) It amuses me how people go out on a hate Wallflower Blush cult or some stupid crud. Here's a list of things I hear or seen of that I'm about to decimate: How she’s the worst. Bla bla She should be punished. She deserved to pay. She did this to herself. I hate her. She was so obvious of a villain/antagonist. Bla bla She got let out easy. She talks about this happening; Then also her, purposely causing it. Bla bla She hurt my girl Sunset Shimmer and threatened the humane 6. She ruined a lot of lives. she deserves jail, etc. etc. Acting like she did the worst compared to all previous and after villains/antagonist, of this EG series.

***update I split this long post into 3 parts but Now I found out why this post wouldn’t show up (note some things said here might be slightly updated in the newer version split into 3 parts but you could still read this one and the older one of earlier. Here’s newer:

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3)***

Interesting. If anything, Wallflower screwed and punished herself pretty much the whole time. It’s not as simple or brief as thought of.

Her scope of things in the present are pretty much fulfilled usually as like her past many times. Only around the end things actually start going well for her.

Now before I get full into this, look at these below or go to 1.

I’m lazy to make a long post of this again so refer to these https://plumsaffron.tumblr.com/post/661644086384705536/punish-wallflower-why-says-bank-bill

https://plumsaffron.tumblr.com/post/652365671374667776/you-choose-to-be-invisible-and-brought-this-upon

So About Wallflower story more:

1. Did you know she was trying to get Sunset’s attention while Shimmer sings We’ve Come So Far for like half the song? (Ironic considering how Sunset does the opposite during the Invisible song later on).

Lets see,

2. Apparently Sunset doesn’t remember her from the nineth grade, despite being part of the year book committee for the entire year while Sunset is the president of that. So after she gives the votes thing, she gets completely ignored and forgotten. Guess Sunset had bad ears too and turns the lights off after Wallflower says she’ll just finish up (no it wasn’t quiet).

So now Wallflower decides she’ll make her pay for the disrespect and ignoring of something that shouldn’t be easily forgotten that you collided with earlier.

3. As people, more or less know, she erases everyones memories of Sunsets good (basically making everyone in the school think she’s bad like from when she was the antagonist from going to the the human world and towards the end of the first movie).

So everyone hates/fears/distrusts her and former crystal prep Twilight goes with the crowd instead of trying to give Sunset a chance (you can see she’s questioning her actions but she was persuaded unfortunately but that also was because Sunset slipped and accidentally broke her drone. It’s understandable for the time being).

(Not relevant (skip if you wish) really but not sure if they 6 should have kept going since Sunset isn’t actually invoking reasons to prove she is being who she once was consistently as the remembered at the time. Then again they’re not the types to seek the truth like pony human twilight as the first movie shows and Sunsetafter nowadays normally.

4. Anyways.

So Trixie and Sunset try to find out who did it. And Twilight of the pony world warns them that her time to stop the memory stone is limited and peoples memories could be full erased (idk when it completely sets or night probably of the 3rd/last day).

So Wallflower is just there again the whole time when they were trying to find out who holds the stone after talking to everyone checked on the yearbook. So they finally notice the one without an image. Trixie wondering who is this Wallflower Blush. Wallflower *with her given up already and slightly annoyed tone* tells them she’s right here you know. Then explains to Trixie, after she asks who she is, that she has known her since the 3rd grade. Then Trixie’s air-headed self says I remember that grade; Not you specially (lol).

5. So Sunset asks Wallflower where that picture location is (cause rock formation of the stone). Wallflower tells happily to despairingly based upon how’s she’s the founder and only member of the gardening club. Trixie assumes she’s not into other people (probably meant she’s not good at bringing more members to groups but that’s not how Wallflower would interpret it).

Wallflower asks if this could be part of the yearbook (interesting this is the second time she’s not gloomy but swell i suppose). Sunset approves while Trixie mad cause she didn’t get what she wanted (really it was a ploy to distract wallflower so she can see her memories). so she sees her memories (skims through most likely) and finds out shes the eraser. So Wallflower is basically ignored for instances and finds a memory stone. *So jumps to the scene to before Sunset turns the lights off on her*, where Trixie interrupting and upset while everyone straight up forgets she’s here. Twilight tells Sunset her former villain meaning times no longer need memories of that old book (or it the new yearbook) since well Sunset is a good girl now or redeemed. Wallflower looking at the old book in that same lights out room and going back to the garden to get the stone again.

Now what triggered Wallflower? Think about or go back to "1:" but I will tell you anyways if you don’t know.

*If you know skip this section to 6.*

Sunset’s traits or treatment is decent with all and they treat her well nowadays. However, thanks to Sunset’s treatment towards her at that time, Twilight informing her that her evil ways of the past are over (That Sunset doesn’t want to remember which is understandable (Trixie technically started that situation by bringing that past of Shimmer which probably also influenced Wallflower too cause Trixie being petty that she didn't get what she wanted of a special picture), and then getting ignored by everyone and Sunset along with being isolated with that old book,triggered this usage.

Sunset’s actions and everyone’s forgetfulness or letting go of the past, while being forgettable of her value or being of here and now, made her do that. She’s jealous and her old bad memories of Sunset reawakened that all else decided to eventually forget or let go of.

Imagine a malicious person (I’ll talk about that later and I blame Princess Celestia for being a boneheaded fool) since the 9th grade or before whenever she entered the human world and screwed the school is now voted as best friends with 6 other heroes and now everyone appreciates her vs. you do didn’t ruin friendships or lifestyles but straight up is still ignored by everyone, somehow since probably 3rd grade and the one person that’s portrayed as a changed person, is perceived as fake to you, due to their recent actions while interacting with you. Everyone else appears fake too or Sunset promoters.

6. Sunset rhetorically asks You erased everyone's memories (not sure of Trixie's though)? Wallflower seems to want to not speak but her face starts suddenly become twisted in a form of rage and responds YES *angrily*. Ah Sunset’s expression & angry eyes was great. (She wanted the smoke lol)

Then Trixie says wait, who are you again (Oh dear Trixie noooooh 😂😂😂😂😂)?

*Wallflower got that Appalled WHAT WTF expression (*I was just talking to you! You were talking and listening to me and Sunset here of now and earlier*)*

So she sadly looks at that picture of Sunset and her friends being happy. Then sings about her story ("Invisible").

7. unfortunately the two didn't hear here out. Sunset decided to completely ignore (irony I mentioned within 1.) and go through her bags to try to get the rock. So Wallflower sees, once again, her falseness by observation. This obviously reinforces how Wallflower sees Shimmer (even though Sunset time is to restore was scarce but not scarce as you think until...).

*rant below of why what Sunset was pretty messed up. Skip to 8. if you want*

The fact that you weighed your friends memories over a person who tried to tell you why and tried to get your attention earlier and tries to make you understand when sings of how perceives herself is "Invisible", like nonexistent, lonely and ignored, laundry list of nothingness not likely to succeed for her picture description, will never find friends, believing her yearbook will be blank pages than none will want to sign, a droplet in the mist, and a permanent forgotten memory or existence. Just ain’t a good look. (oh and btw if she listened longer she’d realized Maybe Wallflower is serious (cause the full song that seemed purposely cut, not for censorship, because Sunset actions made her stop from continuing. "A star fading at dawn… It won’t be long before I’m gone." So you could take this as what was on Wallflower Blush’s things to say before learning she got treated as her song at the scene). What am I infering is Sunset proved to her that she doesn’t care of what she was trying to tell her in general and the possibility of fading and being gone. which reinforces the obvious thoughts of Wallflower’s scope.)

8. so after Wallflower takes her bag back from Sunset, Sunset asks in frustration what did she do to her and she doesn’t even know her.

Unfortunately, Sunset Shimmer in a way, answered her own question. Go skip this to 9. if you are aware. If you aren’t aware yet, it’s like the story of when a person strikes back or antagonizes a character because of an unresolved problem the antagonized person caused, so the person of the past or past comes to haunt them (this is seen after the first movie, which Sunset is doing to dissolve or thought she completely dissolved until Forgotten Friendship. perhaps it is not as noticeable, despite being talked of at times in earlier movies or specials, unless you re-watch the stuff after the first movie.

It could be the assumption that if everyone else learned to let go, why won’t she let go (Although Trixie proves that people could let go but could purposely shove old crap back at you if you don’t meet their desires which could imply everyone is cool with Sunset (besides twilight’s main friends and Starlight Glimmer) until she slips up even if Sunset isn’t in the wrong.)))? Not all are static types though. I also talk about the past haunting characters in other series (Ace Attorney, Sonic Adventure and 2, Sonic 2006, Shadow The Hedgehog)

9. So Sunset’s reaction according to Wallflower convinces her that she’s still the biggest meanie! And everyone else is fooled (and that’s putting it nicely. Wallflower could have called her a "BLOWHARD" rofl (long time ago, I thought Trixie Lulamoon called Wallflower a nobody and Wallflower called Sunset a blowhard way after Sunset calling Trixie a manipulative blowhard earlier, but it was an uncut version removed in the final version. Sucks that it was me imagining things)).

Of course Sunset is so about to set and light the mean on her now but Trixie intervenes in order to stop the situation by informing her not to mess with the user who has a powerful rock. Unfortunately, Wallflower’s mind has been set after being proven right again, filled with Shimmer’s most recent action of threatening her. She doesn't want to deal with the confrontation anymore so she erases both of their memories of that event.

10. Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon are just there and noticed the door was locked (seems that erasure freezes people temporarily too). So now the two try to find out what do two cause she’s running out of time but thanks to Sunset’s backup plan (twilight’s drone she used in case Wallflower decided to erase their memories) she has a chance.

They listened again but skimmed sadly cause Trixie and Sunset thought her song was long ironically. They view the part I explained earlier where Wallflower discovers Sunset isn’t listening til Sunset is ready to show how mean she could get. Trixie's listening could see there was a problem with Sunset in the situation (unlike most people who watch or talk lowly of Wallflower Blush or hate on her at least due to either not grasping or wanting to understand or something else) or rather Wallflower was kinda of right. That Sunset wasn’t doing any favors to contradict. Sunset couldn’t see the problem but Trixie suggests that sometimes the way she reacts in certain situations isn’t going to cut it. Sometimes Sunset may have to be a bit nicer, even if Sunset believes she wasn’t being mean (I suppose this is the first time Sunset really experience a situation where she has to approach it different from usual. Likely because everyone else had never went against her like Wallflower did or lasted as long. And by that I mean Sunset’s journey of fixing her messes or Sunset doesn’t remember any like Wallflower doing that).

*She thought about it and looks sad while looking at that upset frame of Wallflower.* She finally starting to understand why this happened and she sees that Trixie’s right but it doesn't matter since their locked and time is running out for the memory loss permanent. which in Sunset’s mind means she’ll lose her main friends forever. But she requests (*flatters*) Trixie to use her magic to escape. Luckily it worked (well half way since Trixie still is in the room for now). Sunset appreciates Trixie’s help and won’t forget it.

11. So we’re near the end.

As Wallflower *walking alone away*, the humane six just there in the middle and Flash’s car (probably just there briefly since Sunset running and calling Wallflowerand he’s like huh?) Twilight and Rainbow just annoyed looking at her. when she’s near and walking trying not to see them cause well she knows but she’s looks anyways briefly. Angel and Fluttershy also pissed, the rest are just puzzled. Sunsets says Wallflower Stop!

Wallflower *hears and questioningly says* you remember my name?

Sunset informs she remembers it all (well what she skimmed of earlier and Trixie’s advice). Her ways, her actions towards her and the memory stone.

*She responds* What! How!? I erased the whole afternoon! (*Wallflower then goes into this oops embarrassed mode after the realizing the rest heard what she said too* (The 6 were like What The but Angel is straight smiling for some reason. It amused me much)

12. Sunset tries to convince Wallflower she was just like her even if she was popular (well she still is regardless of in general and before) but she was lonely (I’m not sure about that, Sunset. You always had others for you regardless of alignment. Especially the original 6 (before crystal prep Twilight Sparkle sort of wrote pony world twilight out of the Equestria Girls story that Sunset caused problems within the first) and current Equestria Girls 6 were always there for you when need be.

If you're talking about that brief moment before Princess Twilight and friends gave you a hand, eh. If you mean brief Rainbow Rocks moments or your songs of My Past Is Not Today or We've Come So Far, again, your friends present for and are cool with you. If you’re talking about when Wallflower erased the good memories of you the students or people of the school had, you were only briefly lonely and besides Trixie accompanied you on your quest. In the end your loneliness would be how M. Bison would say "…it was Tuesday." in Wallflower’s case).

I mean her former henchmen/servants (Snips and Snails) from the first movie were a thing ((Interesting maybe Sunset and pony counterpart Trixie are partially similar, considering she had the same pony world henchmen or servants versions). It could be that this is her feelings since all of the evil within her was expelled,so Sunset feels loneliness. But it's quite different or short lived. But hey that’s how she feels.

Wallflower responses she’s nothing like her while also denying her own loneliness because she has uh PLANTS! (Oh the irony of things sounding better in her head. Either way, it proves her loneliness is greater and long lives and the part where sunset skimmed through her memories and song reinforces Sunset doesn’t really know it as she says).

13. Sunset tries to apologize again for what happened to her. The thing is...Wallflower is too far gone for apologies or anything Sunset says or does to try to fix things, based on earlier events with her. Wallflower doesn’t believe Sunset’s sincerity is convinced strangely enough that she’s trying to look good in front her friends (despite her friends not thinking she’s really their friend) and it’s working (It’s probably because Wallflower is lashing out on Sunset and they have no clue who this girl is that shares similar thoughts but it makes me wonder why they didn’t gang up like before to stand against Sunset?).

Wallflower is so annoyed, frustrated, mad, angry, etc. She wants to get back at her but it seems nothing she does matters in order to make her know what it really feels like to be Wallflower. She Yells "I HATE YOU!" Then realizes and covers her mouth but everyone else *gasps* or is feeling a shred at least of fear.

(apparently that’s worse than calling a person a MANIPULATIVE BLOWHARD but whatever. I suppose she didn’t truly mean to say that but she’s just severely pissed off)

So now Wallflower tells them she wanted to teach her a lesson by erasing her friends good memories of Sunset but that didn’t work. So as a final lesson to teach Sunset, she ponders, what if she erases all of her friends memories of high school (her smile showing She’s full in for making Sunset suffer. Would this be kinda similar of like when Sunset was going to unveil how mean she can get towards Wallflower?)?

14. Sunset pleads to Wallflower she can’t because that would steal their memories of each other.

Wallflower *as she walks* They'll think of each other the way you think of me! Which is not at all! *and fires it at the humane 6*

So before I continue, the last thing she said seems pretty interesting. Perhaps in a way, she’s also saying they will be like how Sunset has been or did to her and how everyone has been or did to her. Now you’ll really know the definition of what I tried to tell or sing to you earlier. To turn her friends into how she remembers Sunset. So six Sunsets Wallflower themselves (and this Sunset Shimmer perhaps) If you get where I'm going from.

Sunset shouts *crying while attempting to protect them from the attack* Noooooo!

*Sunset hit by it* (It’s strange because the last instance of memory losses seen jumps to the next scene, leaving Trixie and Sunset locked in the room and they were just standing their the whole time. And the previous times it’s instant. It’s seems like an inconsistently for real-time instant memory loss to memory loss by the people are still standing frozen for awhile for some reason to this form when sunset blocks and falls down but it’s not instant erase real-time. Maybe it was for emphasis purposes or how much erasure desired but that still will show an inconsistently for this following part below).

15. Sunset tells them all she would rather give up her own memories instead of letting what did to them at an earlier time occur again. She’s showing to them that she’s really not how she used to be from long ago. All of her memories of her friends are leaving as they 6 all watch terrified, unable to do anything. Hearing their names, Sunset Screams and Tries to Resist losing but isn’t able to as they rip from head. And them seeings her memories of them too. The last thing she asks is for Twilight not to forget her (she is referring to both Twilights too).

As she falls brief again, she gets back up, but in a stance like on all 4s. Questioning and knowing this area is not Canterlot, where is she, (since she doesn’t remember where she is) and shouts Princess Celestia *in confusion*. Everyone is shocked, even Wallflower is freaked out or is starting to think maybe she went too far (It’s also interesting that Wallflower basically freezes and doesn’t try to fire the rock again).Sunset Asks what happens to her (since she doesn’t remember her human form)and cries for somepony to help her.

So before I continue I’m gonna put these 3 things out there below

one: Many people who watched or viewed Forgotten Friendship, believe or think Wallflower erased Sunset’s memories of all of high-school, to the point at which she remember still being Princess Celestia’s student in Canterlot. If that’s true then so be it.

two: However, there’s one problem with that. Sunset would still hated or distrust Celestia (I’ll talk about this below after I’m done describing forgotten friendship events) because that’s her last state before running away to the human world. If anything she’d hate or would try to manipulate anyone around or antagonize the or literally probably would show everyone what her mean-self really is. And probably attack Wallflower because she seems to have a powerful item or would prove completely that Wallflower and possibly everyone’s except the 6’s perspective of Sunset is true.

three: there’s only one way this makes possible sense although what I say here may or might be contradictory. Go back to 3. (not this worded three:). I should have included this somewhere earlier but whatever. It’s actually a good thing that Sunset in an earlier time of this special or movie, went back to the pony world and decided to make amends with Celestia and learn about the stone before going to the human world again. Remember it’s not always absolute memory loss, it can be fragments (like lets say Sunset helped Twilight to get her to accept her power to defeat Gloriosa. Since Wallflower earlier, erased the good memories of Sunset, Twilight will remember defeating her but not Sunset helping her or being present. This pretty much what was seen earlier when Sunset saw her friends memories no longer having her their).

What am I saying? Well Wallflower may have erased Sunset’s memories of high school but possibly won’t erase her recent Canterlot memories (So she may still remember pony world counterparts from previous movies and this one. Pony world Princess Twilight could be a possible exception because Sunset might consider the two Twilight two sides of the same coin where as The Celestias would be considered too distinct). In other words, she should remember parts of her recent memories of this movie would be likely Making Amends learning the memory stone and going through mirror in and out. However, Sunset will not know why she’s doing this because all memories of the human world are pretty much removed. A giant gap of missing memories would definitely confused the heck out of her.

Now then

16. Twilight, Apple Jack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, all understand, respect and stand for or with Sunset, for her sacrifice (Even if they don’t remember). They see they were all wrong about her and are willing to stop Wallflower (As in make sure she doesn’t try it again) while calling Sunset their friend. So they and Sunset transform. Twilight sayings crap of what Wallflower holds what she don’t understand (I think Wallflower does understand but ironic considering Friendship Games). Pinkie shuts Twilight’s rambling speech up (good job) and tells the ladies to Light Her Up, and they charge and fire some friendship beam that destroyed the memory stone Wallflower held. And so all their memories return.

They all have a moment of relief or happiness that everything is back. So yeah they apologize for how they were to Sunset but it’s fine she’s glad to have them all back. (So I wish Sunset though realized or told them all and Wallflower somewhere before her memories of high-school were lost to after regaining all of her memories would be "Even if their memories are lost forever, I can still work and make new ones. I’ll do what I always do. Even if no one believes me and everyone’s against me." IDK it could have been really useful for her and Wallflower to learn of.)

17. Sunset then looks at Wallflower *with a sad face*, just sitting there alone, and walks towards her. Wallflower then notices and is like *Crap sigh I guess I owe her an answer with an apology while hating what I've done & the path I chose. There is no other choice. My hatred is gone for all but myself. Even I realize now she didn’t deserve to feel this pain I’ve felt.*

She explains the contents of what she did when she first found the memory stone (Sunset would have knew this if she didnt skim through her memories). So pretty much erased little things of what she says or does from people/individuals. *She puts her head down in shame*

Twilight of the human world tries to cheer her up and inform that there’s plenty of awkward moments she wishes she could erase of herself as well (ah probably the most sucky Crystal Prep memories before and during the Friendship Games). Wallflower replies it’s no excuse for what she did and tells them she was so used to doing it that she got completely carried away. Wallflower apologizes to them for everything.

Sunset says it’s okay and apologizes too. She tells Wallflower She may have stopped being mean but a great and powerful friend told her she wasn’t being actually well to her either. (So what’s this mean? maybe that you don’t have to be mean by simply being obviously mean. It can be of subtle. Heck you can even be mean by being nice. Action dependency possibly. Could be simply not mean but a Jerk. It’s really something of be careful how you are towards people. Not everyone will let go of things easily cause exceptions exist. In Sunset case it’s based upon the past and other factors I talked of earlier that influenced Wallflower’s resentment initially.)

Sunset tells Wallflower that everyone matters, even if you feel like you aren’t significant or visible.

So Sunset gives her hand to her (it’s a thing Pony World Twilight that used to go to the human world, did for her. It’s a precious sign of change giving friendship or one can change perhaps, Sunset holds dearly too.) So Wallflower Blush blushes and decides to fully trust her, takes her hand and they hug. So Wallflower is at peace with things. A new path for Wallflower is unlocked. Another good thing is this new situation could help Sunset learn how to deal with situations similar to this one or other different ones in the future.

18. Sunset later on writes to Princess Twilight (The one who used to travel to the human world) how everything is peace nowadays. Tells Twilight thanks to give her best to Princess Luna and her second best teacher Celestia (she wants to make sure Twilight knows she’s trolling Celestia). Trixie is her new friend. Trixie got what she wanted in year book. Wallflower is friend. She now found a couple of new friends/garden members and a page with a picture of her with signatures signed by Sunset and her main friends. So yeah she’s happy. Too bad Sunset’s picture with her best friends has Bulk Bicepts kissing his muscles on the right side of the page. Rainbow Dash cringes (lol). And that’s pretty much it.

Now to sunder the rest of those foolish generalizations and nonsensical slander or rage.

*Worst villain?*

Hmmm what do you mean you mean? Bad villain? her motive and reason? Idk it’s pretty clear to me why and makes sense. maybe its because she’s not actually a villain as you expect but more of an antagonist. And the route always went to antagonist somewhere after rainbow rocks or friendship games. Bad antagonist? Is it because you’re looking for something like Vignette Valencia, Gloriosa Daisy or Juniper Montage? Is it because Wallflower is the remaining one with a grudge and reason while everyone else now forgets and forgives (besides Trixie but that’s cause she wanted something out of Sunset at the time and she’s kinda like that normally at times, even her pony counterpart does similar)?

Did you skim her past and story again like initially referred to for generalization types or vote or bandwagon for weak context comments? Doesn’t she make Sunset suffer and later full on wanting her to suffer due to her lacking times of understanding her? That impact essentially would surpass or be on par with the old Sunset or Sirens actions of discourse but hey it could be you’re bored or not entertained or don’t feel Wallflower’s ways. But I’m just putting that out there because that’s what a villain/antagonist might do and some antagonists > villains. Keep in mind the things that happened to Wallflower happened before finding the stone and is implied to be since she was a little kid.

*complains about people forgetting her and being invisible. also wallflower, erasing those memories. It’s basically you went on a path hurting yourself and getting mad at this occurrence and expecting people to remember*

Remember Wallflower’s memories again. It shows all (well a skimmed version) of what happened before her finding the stone and what she said to Trixie and Sunset earlier and after implies how all of this crap she’s been going through happened for such a long time and none are actually are there for her to grant a new perspective to her (and it seems she doesn’t know the ability to leave an area like that if she can who knows). We also see it in the song too.

Stop using the stone as an excuse. yes, it may have amplified it further and her getting carried away but that doesn’t override what’s true of before. It likely wouldn’t make a real difference. And I highly doubt she’d erase herself or people’s memories of her from all instances (let alone Sunset). That’s too complicated and as you know, it’s not absolute as I explained earlier of how certain exceptions may exist due to what individuals may consider what the memory is to them. And even then new memories would form so she should kind of be known.

Think about her name. should be power or be known anyways. Why? Well it’s the first memory one should likely know of. And the second would be appearance. Where you might not remember the name but you’d remember the appearance. Those two ways of identifying who the person is. Now I’m not saying all should but it appears the awareness remembering of her or knowing her and existence yade yada is somehow of o% for all and wouldn’t even grow to at least a few but default.

Maybe Wallflower’s expectations are too high for what’s obvious to know of or should know of, which can piss her off when it’s not reciprocated. You add that with her past, followed by a reinforcement, followed by a jerk who acts like you don’t exist that all else like nowadays who affected you and all else earlier on etc. and so here we are with Wallflower‘s disgust or contempt. And of course explaining why she is the way she is and being disrespected and ignored while informing later on.

*Wallflower Hurt and Threatened Everyone and tortured Sunset. The Power She possessed is evil. The possibilities what she holds are pure dangerous why we hate her I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE GOT AWAY SCOT FREE*

uhhh wouldn’t that make her legit not the worst villain/antagonist? Yes what she possessed is not good but isn’t that the trait that pretty much every antagonist/villain does in this Equestria Girls Series to have something similar? Anyways, no it didn’t and like I explained and Wallflower earlier, no one remembers knows or cares of Wallflower and it’s clearly shown, told, and proven until near the very end of forgotten friendship. They can’t get mad over who they don’t know or care to know that exists.

Not only that, I explained, and she, herself, explained how in the end it was really affecting herself. The only other that was affected would be Sunset (but it’s not as deep as you think and didn’t last long) and the human 6 counterparts that saw they made a grave mistake of giving her no chance. oh and guess what, they all apologized and forgave each other.

She got away with it, y’all whine.

Soooooo. And what’s with you weirdos wanting certain characters that go through consistent crap to go to jail because they didn’t react the way your former villains/antagonists or currents heroes of before and now when dealing with things because you don’t like them? (And in this case Wallflower ironically would be in good standing compared to previous and after but I’ll talk about this somewhere below.) It’s also hypocritical because that obsessed logic would mean Sunset would have to go too and everyone else and even the main character princess and her first teacher done something similar in the pony world in the past. No one went after the Dazzlings.

This favoritism haterism is pathetic (it reminds me of other characters I defend(ed), who get grossly hated guts on). Do you even know how bad jail is? Couldn’t say get help or therapy or some to tell her that maybe if the same thing keeps happening, she should go somewhere else if she can. But nah, just straight to say jail, some say or agree. Imagine sending a person broken to somewhere that’s worse and could make them worse or never the same when they don’t deserve that?

*She did the worst is the worst and ruined a lot of lives. She so obvious to be the culprit*

You must be fooling yourselves as I explained all of earlier. It was short lived btw. And everything went back to normal but even better. And So What if she was so obvious. The point was for them to find who it was, not you who already has the awareness. And remember 3 previous movies or a couple of specials had pretty obvious ones too.

Now to destroy the she’s the worst or did the worst.

It’s really easy to sunder this blind belief.

the first reason why she it’s not true simply because Sunset and The Dazzlings of previous.

Sunset Shimmer is number 1. Why? Well you can watch the first movie yourself (It’s likely still on youtube or elsewhere) and it’s somewhat much Princess Celestia’s fault but we’re only told on things from the one who did not go after her when she had the time or at least send a person to go before twilight became a princess.

Remember, this is the same one who previously sealed her sister in the moon (and clearly Nightmare Moon didn’t harm any of their subjects and we see the memory of why when twilight drinks that thing cause harmony tree acting weird episode)for a very long time like uh 1000 years or something and didn’t even try to find out why this happened why her sister was like this. She seems to not know how to confront things without closing away, no second chance, leaving behind or punishing without thinking who defies what she thinks they should do, until Twilight and her main friends became her problem solvers.

Unless that idw Sunset backstory is considered canon, we can only go with Celestia’s words of why Sunset fled based on not getting what she wished for and Sunset’s explanations in her many sagas that I'm too lazy to review atm (it's probably identical though or implicative).

That’s pretty malicious to do to your own sister and then you replace her identity basically but not dream help part which probably caused some problems or crazy nightmares and supernatural phenomenon crap without Luna. Ironically Celestia did everything Luna was mad for at a higher level.

Okay, continuing with Sunset Shimmer.

You really can easily say that she’s done the most and caused the most impact out of everyone. There’s no need to really explain how deep it is here. lets just cut to the chase. Even before becoming some type of demon (yes she was showing sign of regret before it took control of her while transforming but that doesn’t matter really since it was still mostly all of her) she tried to destroy Twilight's portal to back home and her henchmen threatened her talking dog pet (spike the dragon in her world) as a last resort to get that crown for power.

Then while a demon, she destroyed a piece of the school turned everyone into a zombie army for her quest to conquer Equestria world and then she actually tried to destroy Twilight and her human counterpart friends. Even before all of that near the end of the movie, she was doing all kinds of menacing things to Twilight, even breaking her human counterpart friendship (although it was partially their own faults for not trying to find the truth) and about everyone else in the school since Sunset first went to the human world).

Her affect lingered and this predicament is what brought the Dazzlings to town for the next movie to pretty much cause and do the same thing Sunset previously did. And during that movie people and her friends generally would well, mark her past against her intentionally or unintentionally. Even the principal sisters if I remember. And Sunset had to live with the shame, learn and grow from the experience.

She saves everyone from Dazzlings so they slowly respect her or won’t mark her like earlier. Then she and about everyone from Cantelot High And Crystal Prep helps save people Twilight Sparkle from her Midnight Sparkle State so yeah. Her past is being let go but more an more (Even if she mentions the moment herself in Mirror Pass).

As the stories went on, her past she doesn’t like is close to being unmentioned by all. She’s being treated well by all normally. but as you know you know after Legend Of Ever Free, it’s not over. Trixie was being a conceited brat and everyone else, minus Wallflower, try to get her to look past old memories.

Now where I’m going with this is that not everyone is gonna forgive Sunset of what she did in the past just for saving them or being with saviors or heroes. Unfortunately it could be remembered if you give enough reason or cause enough reason. It may take a varying time duration. But after that movie it’s pretty much easy to say she may have an almost 0% chance to be called out by her past. Just explaining the Sunset Shimmer impact is legit greater than every Equestria Girls Villain and Antagonist.

2. Dazzlings for obvious reasons they’d be number 1 if Sunset wasn’t a thing. Like I said it‘s mostly a Sunset Movie 1 copy paste modify. https://plumsaffron.tumblr.com/post/671678293843509248/rainbow-rocks-is-just-the-first-equestria-girls

3. These were to difficult to rank so They will all be in the same tier:

Midnight sparkle and Crystal Prep Academy vs. Vignette Valencia vs. Postcrush

You know what? Twilight is the false villain/antagonist.

The real antagonists/villains were Principal Cinch and The Shadowbolts.

You got a girl who got guilt tripped and peer pressured by like the entire crystal prep body (minus Cadence and Shining Armor) to use the magic for the sake of winning a game, which resulted in her becoming mad with knowledge and power who can rip the dimensions between pony world and the current world. Causing certain individuals to almost fall through while some ponies witness this chaos. And then Principal Cinch turns her back on her and everyone and leaves the server lol.

And this leads to another point. Since certain people had that wanted the Wallflower get jailed sentiment, what do you say for this? would you pick Twilight to go for giving in or the shadowbolts and principal cinch For causing possible destruction of 2 universes. This weird jailing desire went stale once Cinch got away with for like this 3rd movie. It's time to move on. Oh And This Twilight was traumatized of herself til near the end of the Everfree movie.

Now then vs. Vignette Valencia who’s a star with too high demands, made her designer quit. She tries to get Sunset and Sunset’s friends be her ideal versions of them in the parade. And when they didn’t abide to get standards, she used her phone to digitize them if she could to some area elsewhere. I think she also did this to strangers too. Apparently it’s a real place they get transported to from digitization. So later on, she was being booed, so she was about to digitize the crowd. The 7 stopped her. I’m not sure if she was told or believed this but she could have well well… *What happens if you put more ice inside a closed bottle than can be contained?* And yes the people heard what Apple Jack told them of danger she possessed with that phone. (I think likely she only consider Rarity and friends as the closest things of friends to her but still....)

vs. Postcrush

So in a nutshell, Sunset is hit by this band force after being kicked out and the next day it’s the same. Each day no matter what she tries, it loops to that same day again. She’s the only one aware. So sometime later she suspects the Dazzlings did it. Then takes her frustrations out on Pinkie Pie (she was distracted by food or something when she’s supposed to keep guard) bit after learning they had nothing to do with what’s going on this time. So Adagio gives Sunset a word of advice that if the day still loops, maybe she’s the reason it is looping. So Sunset decides to be a better friend of Pinkie this next loop day.

They end up finding out, thanks to Sunset’s memory accessing magic ability, that Supernova Zap and Kiwi Lollipop are the one’s causing the loop. And the reason is because K-Lo and Su-Z want their attempt to be perfect due to problems happening per performance. Sunset tries to tell them it’s not possible for them to meet the criteria of pure perfection. But you know they didn’t care what she said (even though they now know that Sunset Shimmer is being personally affected by it. This isn’t like I want revenge or I don’t forgive the past. It’s just I’m we’re using the Time Twirl device and no one will stop me us.).

Oh yeah they decided to kick them out and planned on ban looping them (they know and remember well who, what they are and look like and can decently draw who them. So if this this day didn’t go ideal as desired or as wanted, there is basically no more chances to stop the loop if they loop again). Oh and by the way this time loop occurred for THREE WEEKS! Luckily Sunset and Pinkie foiled their plan and showed them what True Original really means.

4. Juniper Montage.

So umm briefly um starting with the Movie Magic special. Sunset and friends trick and expose who’s been stealing or damaging the approved Daring Doo props and stuff that could have harmed people of the set. She explains cause I guess Chestnut is really annoying and eating all the things she likes (weird she wasn’t present but Chestnut felt the same but she didn’t know Pinkie ate what she liked earlier too).That’s not the real reason. The real reason is her ambition to want to be daring do but her uncle (the director of the set I think) but he ignored her.

I’m not sure if he’s not denying that he did ignore her but the reason is because she’s too short to play her and is without experience. She thought that if she did all this maybe he’d change his mind (and by the way his contract with Chestnut Manifico was waning at the time (Idk. If that's happening, maybe you should have gave her a chance as a backup plan since you know how she is before all of this). Anyways he kicks her out of the set. The last thing they all see is a sign of this isn’t over. Then by a miracle, Chestnut’s contract was extended and everything went as planned without her.

Sometime later on, Juniper is given a job as an usher in Mirror Magic. The first thing she sees is those girls who got her kicked from the set singing everywhere on video and with those crystal prep girls from a previous special I think.

And if things weren’t worse enough, she finds out those same girls were part of the daring doo casting set (had roles in the movie). I don’t think people realize how spiteful that would appear to be against her. I kinda dislike now her uncle for that (Alone) and were they experienced or to young too (well besides Rainbow Dash cause she’d be perfect to play Daring Doo probably but they probably are but like in the end, it was Juniper Montage's fault for her foolishness that caused property damage and potential cast endangerment. So he granted what she deserved)?

Anyways she don’t give a crap about her new job. So she has a mirror how that makes popcorn disappear but currently it no longer works as intended.

And so it got worse. The ones who put her where she is now, are in this same area. So they, besides Sunset, learn that she wasn’t invited to that premiere (that was probably a good thing then again she’d feel humiliated either way). Then Rainbow Dash provokes Juniper about what she shouldn't have done, which caused her to lash out at them and then wish for them to go away and leave her alone (*based 😂*)*which the mirror approved*. So now they are trapped in the mirror in some form of limbo.

While Starlight tells Sunset not to worry of later while things are fine of now, Juniper is using her mirror as a snacks trashcan. It hits the trapped ones but Pinkie Pie eats the candy. So now Sunset discovers Juniper’s presence and has her and Starlight hide. She notice’s Fluttershy’s barrette and decides to confront her alone. So she sees her memories since she didn’t tell what happened to her friends (well knew she wouldn't tell). She asks for her friends back out but Juniper decides no u go inside too.

Now that 7 are in the mirror, their magic ends up transforming Juniper into what she believes is a real star (probably because that’s the only way it seems she’d be taken seriously based upon the past to present). Pretty much, it corrupted her to the point where it appears fearful people are fans. Starlight takes the mirror but she broke a piece of it doing so. *Now as it's breaking* So Juniper tries to take it back from her by attacks or throws objects as her, while it breaks further. The ones trapped don’t know what will happen to them if fully breaks as they see it shatter internally as well. All rests in Starlight Glimmer’s hands.

The reason she’s doing this and doesn’t care is because they kinda took her ambition away (could this be similar to Sunset's feelings when Celestia didn't agree, restricted her path, kept truths away from her, end up driving her away because she didn't like Sunsets path and ideas and place her views above Sunset's?). Her wants and her dreams. Not only that, but she literally has to be in a mall where their existence can be seen and heard from on multiple videos. She feels she has nothing else. Starlight convinces her that she shouldn’t continue and suggests she maybe she's looking for or could have a friend. Juniper wonders who. Starlight said she would and her friends can be too and would forgive her. So she releases them.

Juniper apologizes

and Starlight, Human counterpart Twilight, and Sunset, talk about they are used to or understand her reasons (they’re a kinda messed up group of forgiving friends.) (3 of 8). They’re friends now.

5. Gloriosa Daisy as Gaia Everfree. (Now that I think about it perhaps this could be on the same tier with Wallflower.)

Now Idk why but Filthy Rich apparently owns the land Gloriosa’s great grandparents founded.

Yeahhhhh... I really don’t understand how that happens. Does this have to do with somehow, even if you completely own something, if you don’t pay for some service(s) or tax(es), even if you have no alignment with it, you can lose your property regardless? Is it some kind of weird force payment law or some crap? I have no idea. I wish they told what type of payments because what is she paying for and why and why him. Like imagine if Princess Celestia and Luna, losing their castle they founded and it is now owned by filthy rich. Like WHAT?!

Anyways, she now has only a month to left to raise enough before he turns the camp into a spa resort. (Appears that task couldn't be completed) So she finds some special items. It lets her control the land. She wants to make the week (of this Legend Of Everfree movie or special), the best week because she’s about to lose her land. She thinks she’s got it, control of this magic. Even though Timber Spruce, her brother, is trying to stop her from making excessive use of it or letting go. He even covers for her actions if it was too supernatural. But ya know her time is waning, and that Filthy Rich is playing with their lives or land (well mostly her life and love).

So she was bored when human Derpy and some person I forgot, were trying to make the boat go faster, so Gloriosa used her power to give it a little push. It went fast but unfortunately it crashed and destroyed part the boating dock or deck thing.

Another time was when there was no water where Trixie and some person attempted fishing. Gloriosa removes the rocks dam, which free the the water for them to fish but those rocks fell somewhere (which shocked the campers elsewhere). And then there's some which magic aura crap, randomly leaked on the grass ground.

So anytime, depending on when or where she uses the magic, it could be creating another problem or really dangerous potentially.

Her desire for saving the camp is stronger than Twilight trying to reason with her (yes, Sunset saw memories earlier of Gloriosa in this case). So she transforms into Gaia Everfree, traps her, Sunset, and dog counterpart Spike in vines then blocks the entrance to the cave with boulders. She sees them as obstacles.

Meanwhile she flies or hovers towards the camp area, explains her hatred of Filthy Rich and destroys part of the deck they built earlier, while covering the camp with plants vines and stuff. Her song reinforces her hatred of the Greedy Wolf.

Everyone hears where she coming from but they are mostly terrified by what she’s doing. And trying to stop her or protect themselves or others or escape. but she believes she’s doing the right thing for the past, present, & future. So her precious place and the campers precious place can never be taken away.

The only problem is that she’s um keeping the campers locked inside or trapped. Area without an exit. And the part where she might crush people due to her overflowing power or possibly prevent oxygen intake by covering them in plants. She thinks she got this still (Even if her little brother is trying to reach her). Oh yeah Rarity unfortunately mentioned Spa to her over camp which definitely pissed her off even further. Gloriosa is trying to protect a precious memory for her, her brother and everyone of before, and now. The amount of vines and stuff and what the do while growing and increase, appear to be synonymous to her state as time passes by.

Well she gets defeated and later everyone helps clean her mess. She apologizes to Celestia and Luna because her goals were to make it good for them all as a final time but it was a disaster. They all agreed to help Gloriosa and Timber, fix, fund the camp, and foil the Filthy Wolf’s plan. All works out and that’s all. (Hmm maybe Gloriosa is like more similar to Wallflower or contrasting than I thought. Maybe that’s why it’s before Forgotten Friendship)

Well that’s all I got to say of The Wallflower Blush and Forgotten Friendship (oh well), while talking about the other actions and stuff of Equestria Girls Antagonists/Villains in comparison.

And no, I don't really dislike any of them (except probably Cinch and PostCrush). The Main interest I usually look forward to is Sunset Shimmer.

Too bad this series is currently Forever over, forevermore!

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zepskies · 8 months ago

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Ooooh some great tension in this chapter! Ivy's fitting in just right in this camp...more or less. 😂

This time, I'm just going to go through my thoughts as I had them while reading:

First off, I liked her meeting with Risa. It showed a slightly softer side to Ivy that was refreshing.

“Woah, quite the grip.” She grinned as I let go. “Oh, uh, sorry.” I chuckled nervously.

I like that little flash of vulnerability. Makes me think she's had to be "hard" for so long, she's kind of forgotten how to be softer/"normal."

“You’re a damn good shot, I mean, that was-“ “Suicide!” A man who was only an inch taller than me popped up, looking outraged. “Do you know what Dean’s gonna say when he sees a bullet missing-“ His eyes landed on me, and he looked confused. “Risa, who is this?”

😂😂 That was a great way to introduce Chuck! Love his interjection there.

“I lived, clearly.” I chuckled. “Besides, I had my uncle to help with the worst of it. Until we got separated, and I had to quite literally fend for myself out there.” We sat in silence for a moment, which was all I needed, if I’m bein’ honest.

I liked this moment as well. Though I think you could've gone a little deeper with this, get us into Ivonne's thoughts and her internal world. I would love to see more windows into her vulnerability. Does she feel alone, having to take care of herself for so long? Is there a part of her that craves this companionship? Possibly a friend in Risa, or at least an ally to watch her back?

“Then rationin’ it out is gonna be extremely difficult. With the amount of people in this camp and enough food to last a week, the women and children are gonna have everythin’.” I frowned. “You need to send out a squad for supply retrieval. Nearest abundance of food I know’s in Missouri.”

This is an interesting point she makes, and how you develop it into a conflict (and a future conflict with Dean). It made for some great drama.

“We need Dean’s permission for that.” James raised an eyebrow, turning to me. “And he’s on a mission, left this mornin’.” “Not nearly enough time. He’s hittin’ a Croat hotspot, he could be back after a week and by that time we’ll be in crisis. Scramble a team of semi-automatic experts, take a Jeep, hit Missouri, it’s the only option.”

So maybe this is just a personal preference of mine, but I'd be careful of overusing stylistic dialogue in every line (bolded above). It can veer into becoming distracting for a reader. I try to use things like that strategically, when it's important to create inflection in a character's voice when they're speaking or thinking internally.

“With absolutely no respect whatsoever, I think he made a good call.” I stepped in with a frown, folding my arms.

Lmfao I loved this line! 🤣

“Oh, yeah, I do.” I nodded. “Cause you’re in no position to order me around, since there’s clearly a power imbalance here.”

Lol, so she's probably right, but maybe she could have a little more self-preservation here? I get that she's very sure of herself as a character, and she's very skilled in general.

But when you have characters that are very self-assured and good at what they do, they still need vulnerabilities and weaknesses to help us relate to her as readers. (And, to make her more human.)

For example, is she aware that her pride (and her mouth) might get her in serious trouble someday, but Dean's pissing her off so much that she just doesn't care in this moment? Logically, does she know that she could be a little more tactful and strategic in this camp she doesn't know, and is still an outsider here? etc.

Also, as smart as she seems to be, Dean is very smart as well. He wouldn't be the leader of this camp if he wasn't. So I would show more of the balance there as well between them.

My overall feedback is I think you're doing a great job of setting the tone and the setting itself of this Endverse world! I'm intrigued by Ivy's mysterious immunity, and how she and Dean are right now grating on each other lol.

My overall advice is as you continue this story and draw out her eventual connection with Dean, try to reveal more of who Ivonne is. Find moments to make your readers relate to her: her wants, her fears, her strategy for navigating this camp, and in the future, her potential feelings for Dean. And how she may try to deny them at first, considering vulnerability is often difficult for characters like her, and especially for Dean.

(And just a small formatting thing: I would include a "Read More" line break like I did for this review. Not only does it shorten the post, but it also encourages readers to "click to read more" when you place the line break in a strategic place.)

Awesome job, hun! Keep up the great work here. ❤️

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Summary: Ivonne Rainer hadn’t met Dean Winchester in 2006 after he was hit by a car. No, this time, this universe, they met in 2010, when the whole Apocalypse deal started and Dean was made leader of one of the only remaining survival camps in America. Little did he know, one random raid would change everything.

MASTERLIST

RETRIEVAL

“So…” I was approached by woman my age, her brown hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. “you must be the new arrival. Dean really has a problem with you.”

I cocked a rifle, passing it to another camper, James Rhodes, who took it, checked it and nodded, seemingly impressed. “That’s me, yeah.” I nodded, folding my arms. “Though I’m usually known as Ivy.”

“Ivy.” She repeated, then held her hand out with a smile. “Risa.”

“Nice to meet you.” I responded with a small smile twitching at my lips, then I saw her still-outstretched hand and shook it hurriedly.

“Woah, quite the grip.” She grinned as I let go.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” I chuckled nervously.

“Nah, you’re good.” Then she smiled again. “I don’t see what Dean meant about you being a pain in the ass. You seem like you aren’t.”

“Just depends on who I’m hangin’ with.”

“Touché. Dean can be an irritating S.O.B, but you learn to ignore when he’s being a douche after a while.”

“Promise?” I smirked, making her laugh. I laughed too, feeling at ease around this… Risa.

“Hey, uh, Risa?” James interrupted the conversation, slinging a gun clip holster on his chest. “I’m about to head out with the squad to Missouri. I know the boss told me to keep an eye on Ivy here, but-“

“Oh, so I need surveillance now?” I raised an eyebrow, pissed off. “This guy’s askin’ to get decked.”

“Believe me, he is, but it’s just how Dean rolls.” Risa chuckled, then led me away. “You’ll have a much better time hanging around me. I’ll introduce you to the campers, get you started on something, and we’ll all be smiles and giggles.”

“I hope not.” I laughed.

“Yeah, neither do I.” She grinned. “Just a few things. Stay away from the hippie cabin at 3 o’clock, it gets hot an’ heavy in there and nobody wants to hear it. If you wanna earn Dean’s trust, you have to save his ass, but he doesn’t let anyone save his ass so you just kiss that sweet thing goodbye. And one last thing…” She rounded on me, “can you shoot?”

“I’ll fire a bullseye if you give me a target.”

”Alright.” She picked up a shotgun, handing it to me. “There’s a red dot on the wall behind you. Don’t think, just shoot.” I immediately spun around, my eyes locking onto the red dot. The moment I got a visual, I pulled the trigger, hitting it dead on. “Damn!”

“Eh, it’s nothin’.” I chuckled, handing the gun back.

“You’re a damn good shot, I mean, that was-“

“Suicide!” A man who was only an inch taller than me popped up, looking outraged. “Do you know what Dean’s gonna say when he sees a bullet missing-“ His eyes landed on me, and he looked confused. “Risa, who is this?”

“Right, I forgot to mention.” Risa gestured to me with a grimace. “Chuck, this is Ivonne Rainer, she’s new here. Ivy, this is Chuck ‘Prophet of the Lord’ Shirley. However, a prophet isn’t much use in an apocalypse. They’re only gonna spell D-O-O-M.”

“At least I’m the rations organiser! What are you, the boss’ woman?”

“Exactly.” Risa smirked before tapping me on the shoulder, leading me away. “That’s Chuck for you. He gets a bit sensitive sometimes. Anyway, Dean gets really touchy with the supplies and stuff, goes through ‘em himself to make sure nothin’s missing.”

“If he’s gonna freak out over a bullet, give me a bit o’ metal and a heat source, I’ll forge a new one.” I grinned, and Risa raised her eyebrows.

I held up a freshly-forged bullet, examining it for a second before putting it in the cartridge. Risa looked on in surprise, and nodded in disbelief. “You did it.”

“Yep.” I nodded, replacing the cartridge in the gun and cocking it before throwing it aside. “I’m prepared in a dire sitch. The boss won’t suspect a thing, so you’re safe.”

“My god, you’re amazing.” She laughed in disbelief, looking at me in awe. “Just where did Dean dig you up from, huh, lifesaver?”

“Jersey City.” I smiled.

“Wait- that’s a Croat hotspot.” She sat up suddenly, her jaw dropping. “How long were you there?”

“Two years.”

“And you survived?! No bites? You’re not one of ‘em, right?”

“I’m immune.” I shrugged, frowning a bit. “Never figured out why, but I’ve been bitten at, scratched, and never came out with a single goddamn piece of sulphur in my blood. It’s relievin’, but unsettlin’.”

“Unsettling? That’s a damn blessing.”

“It’s that I don’t know where they come from.” I sighed, looking down. “They just came to me when I was nineteen. No explanation, no nothin’, all I knew is that they were there.”

“Damn, that’s…” She trailed off, frowning. “that’s rough.”

“I lived, clearly.” I chuckled. “Besides, I had my uncle to help with the worst of it. Until we got separated, and I had to quite literally fend for myself out there.”

We sat in silence for a moment, which was all I needed, if I’m bein’ honest.

“So…” I heard someone chuckle, and I turned to see James. “I heard you were the new thing pissing Dean Winchester off.”

“That’s me.” I smirked. “And I wear that like a badge of honour.” Then I looked him up and down, thinking. Dude had a really good body, that was enough to tell under the strained khaki shirt that made his frame look more impressive and complimented his green eyes, paired with fluffy black hair. “Nice build. You ex-military or somethin’?”

“Uh, no.” He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I used to be a detective sergeant. The muscles just came with the job.”

“You used to be a cop?” I grinned, then saluted jokingly. “Thanks for your service.”

“No problem. What about you? Any job before this?”

“Hunting, and more hunting, and more hunting-“

“With hunting as the cherry on top.” He joked.

“That’s right.”

“James!” Chuck came running up, frantically looking at a clipboard. “I’d ask Dean, but he’s out on a mission. We’re running low on edibles, how should we ration?”

“Women and children first.” James answered instantly, and I listened carefully. “Then ration with the elders, afterwards divvy it out to the rest.”

“Wait, Chuck,” I frowned, “how much is left? How much food?”

”Not enough to last a week.” Chuck replied.

“We need Dean’s permission for that.” James raised an eyebrow, turning to me. “And he’s on a mission, left this mornin’.”

“Not nearly enough time. He’s hittin’ a Croat hotspot, he could be back after a week and by that time we’ll be in crisis. Scramble a team of semi-automatic experts, take a Jeep, hit Missouri, it’s the only option.”

“The boss is gonna be pissed.” Chuck scoffed. “And how do we know your plan is valid?”

“It actually works.” James agreed, nodding with a disbelieving look. “We’ve got enough men on hand to form a scavenge team, and Missouri’s the nearest state that we haven’t hit and isn’t a Croat infested wasteland.”

“Not my fault if your ass gets busted by Dean.”

“I don’t think it matters.” I retorted. “If people are starvin’, you need to do what’s necessary, not what the doctor ordered. Get a team together and send it out, see if I’m wrong.”

“You are.”

“Try me.”

Winchester’s Jeep came back a week later with the med supplies, unloading them quickly. I looked up from where I was busy hauling a duffel bag, and the first thing he noticed was the people eating in a corner, his eyebrow raising. Then he turned to Chuck, conversing with him for a moment before I pinpointed the exact moment he saw red. His nostrils flared, jaw clenching along with his fist. I turned to James, sharing a look with him.

We’re screwed.

“JAMES!” Winchester yelled, now sipping a beer can. “RAINER! YOUR ASSES, MY TENT, NOW!” I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair as Risa whistled lowly.

“Boss man seems mad.” She whispered. “Better go before he gets more pissed off. I’ll take that.” She took a hold of the duffel bag, and James and I made our way into Winchester’s tent, where he was standing there, cocking his rifle in a way that would seem threatening to a wuss.

“You.” He pointed at James, who instantly stood straighter, the latter’s Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re my second for a reason. Without contacting me, you authorised a raid that could have gone south so quickly. What got into you, huh?! Are you thick? Or a dumbass?”

“With all due respect, boss, we would have starved.” James answered calmly, which seemed to aggravate Winchester even more.

“That’s besides the point! What if we’d lost men? If someone had gotten turned? That blood would be on your hands, no one else’s!”

“With absolutely no respect whatsoever, I think he made a good call.” I stepped in with a frown, folding my arms.

“I’m getting to you.” He snapped, pointing at me before rounding back on James. However, I wasn’t gonna take that for an answer.

“I’m afraid you‘ll have to deal with me now.” I retorted, setting my jaw. “Fact remains that I suggested the only plan that worked in your absence when you were gone a week, and your second in command, the one who’s makin’ the decisions when you’re not here, led a squad, and they got back. Alive. Now people have food and water and they can remain sane. I don’t see how that’s a problem for you, or anyone, for that matter.”

“Shut up.”

“Ooh, make me.”

He pulled his gun out, pointing it at me. “Do not make me pull this trigger-“

“Dean!” James yelled, stepping in front of me. “Are you insane?!”

“She’s a smartass!”

“Hey, hey, put it down!”

“You don’t give the orders!”

“To hell with orders!” James retaliated, making me raise an eyebrow. Damn, boy. “She helped. She made the layout for the strike squad. She’s a smartass, sure, but she’s a useful smartass. A really damn useful one, because we could use an immune and/or psychic person right now.”

“All the more reason for me to blow her brains out. She’s a goddamn psychic, and I haven’t had the best experiences with those bastards.”

“Just see goddamn reason!” He persisted, holding his hands out. “Look, if she starts to go insane, or whatever it is happened with the rest of people like her, I’ll shoot her myself.”

I snorted. “As if you could-“

“Work with me here.”

“Fine.”

“Just…” James left a pause as he tried to find the words, “give her a chance.” Winchester paused for a moment, then lowered the gun, not without giving me a steely warning look.

“Ok.” He nodded, glancing at me briefly, “But you’re keepin’ her in check. If she steps out of line, it’s your ass.”

“Again, with no due respect, I can handle myself.” I scoffed. “You don’t need to post a bodyguard on me every five seconds.”

He let out a dark chuckle, his lips pursing when he stopped. “You’re actin’ like you have a choice.”

“Oh, yeah, I do.” I nodded. “Cause you’re in no position to order me around, since there’s clearly a power imbalance here.”

The words made him stop and rethink, and then he gritted his teeth. “Get out.”

“Gladly.” I smirked, walking out gratefully, happy to be away from that- “Douchebag.”

“Jackass.” Dean growled under his breath.

Well, that couldn’t have gone better.

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s-and-n-writes · 4 years ago

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scarred, broken, and mended

summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later.

So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse

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inspired by:

scars, freckles and names, and gotham mouse, paris bug, both by @izzybellepenguin

warnings:

trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien

a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time. also I've never read the comics or watched the movies for batman but i've read almost every maribat fic so plz come at me. thank u

Crack .

Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.

“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.

As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.

~:~

“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,” Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.

She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.

Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.

Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.

“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.

“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now since her shift started in 10 minutes.

Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?

Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.

Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.

During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.

After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.

Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.

He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.

Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.

~~ (possible trigger warning)

Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.

“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.

~~ (possible trigger warning ends)

After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

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colemacgrathtkz · 4 years ago

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Where two shadows meet

Disclaimer: No gush. No mush. Just angst.

Previously. Next

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[The next day after being sent away, human realm]

The morning after being cast out, Luz woke up to the an empty room. She had hoped the events of last night were just some nightmare. Feeling the dried tears on her face told her the truth. She must've cried herself to sleep. She'd been waiting for the smallest chance of the portal reopening. Any opportunity, no matter how small, she refused to miss.

None came and hints of dawn were peeking through the windows.

She picked herself up and headed for her old house. The empress cloak still wrapped around her. She wondered, how would she explain this to her mother?

When she approached the street, a flyer caught her eye.

A missing persons poster with her picture on it. Plenty of them were scattered throughout the neighborhood.

She ran towards the side of her house and peered in.

Her mother, weary and worn out, sat at the table with a phone at hand. Were her eyes red from crying or staying up all night?

Luz was about signal her mother to her presence.

Not yet.

She caught her reflection in the window. Her pupils were glowing red. Stumbling back, she couldn't face her mother like this.

Sprinting away, not caring about what direction.

Hours later, Luz would return when she knew her mother was gone. She snuck in to take whatever cash she could and pack up a new bag.

Camilla Noceda: "Who's there?!"

Scratch that, Camilla hadn't gone to work yet. Luz grabbed what she had and bolted out of the house. From that day on, she had to make her supplies last.

[Six weeks later]

Luz had been wandering the country. She had tried shelters. But she had made her stays brief. People had tried to figure out, where was she from?

The worst part came from her "condition". Lately, she kept waking up in different parts of the city. Clumps of money or random items could be found alongside her. Usually with a note that said, "Take this with you". They were written in her handwriting. She refused to obey the beast inside her. However, her stubbornness meant she refused any resource that came from the empress. One in particular, the empress cloak that kept appearing in her bag.

Her travels left her funds dry and uneasy about the future.

One night, she didn't have any strength left. Her nightmare was moving to its next phase.

She found herself in her old room. A shackle made of light lead out the door. She stepped out into the hallway. The chain trailed to the right. But it became pitch black futher down. A second chain came from the abyss into a door across the hall.

She wanted to know where this would lead.

Stepping through, she dreaded that this was Belos' old throne room.

Stop...fighting

The empress stepped out from the other side of the room. Dressed in her cloak, the metal mouth mask was new. She twirled her finger and closed the door behind Luz.

Let...me.

Her majesty gestured to her mask. The voice was so muffled, it might has well have been a whisper. Luz didn't really notice it until now.

Luz: "I don't really know what..."

Empress Luz: "Check...it."

The empress pulled on her end of the chain and zipped to Noceda's side. Luz fell over, leaving the empress towering over her.

She didn't know she could make such a scary glare.

Empress Luz (pointing to pockets): "Check!"

Luz didn't waste a second and found a key.

Empress Luz: "You... willingly... give."

She handed her the key, as she stood up.

The empress removed her metal mask, relieved.

Empress Luz: " That's better. We have something to discuss."

Noceda just wanted to leave this nightmare.

Empress Luz: "This nightmare is very real. You leave... when we settle this now!

That's right, I can feel what you're thinking."

Luz Noceda: "What do you want? This is just a dream, right?"

Empress Luz: " You've no doubt noticed, I've been taking control while you sleep. Regrettably, our body has become deprived of rest. We're malnourished and becoming worse. You have to listen to me now!"

Luz: "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Empress: "And our mother with us?"

Dread silenced both of them for a moment.

Luz: "What did you do?

Empress: " I've been a spectator, until not long ago. Neither of us have seen our..."

Luz: "My mama! Mine!"

Empress: "Our mami. I haven't seen her since you ran. I haven't done anything to her. That's what you've got to understand. I care about our mama, like you."

Luz: " You're a curse from Belos."

Empress: "Wrong! I'm not you, but at the same time, I am. From the moment Eda took you on, you were a witch with a dark side. When you killed Belos, you released his unnatural power. I wasn't made by it. It just gave me a voice. I'm a genuine Luz Noceda! I'm a part of you, just like you're a part of me."

The empress sat down on the throne, resting her head in her hand. She revealed a key under her cloak.

Empress: "I can give you the key out of this room. But these shackles on our legs are different story. These are the chains Amity gave us. Which is why, you're going to do what I say."

Luz scowled at this doppelganger. But she began to recall everything that happened since that night.

Luz: "What are you talking about?"

Empress: "Our fates are tied. But you're the only obstacle in our way. You've been frustrated and angry since we were cast out. I've been gaining control because of this. You were able to hold me back, at first. But your control is ticking away. Ironic, isn't it? We're both at our weakest, regardless."

Luz: "Let me out!"

The empress held up her restraint.

Empress: "To do what? Walk until we collapse? Hardly sleep anywhere? Fending off the streets? We're exhausted and knocking on death's door! If we continue on like this, our mother will suffer, too."

Luz: "You're lying."

Empress: " You haven't forgotten our last moments with Amity, right? She knew that would be the last time she'd see us. Mama didn't know that moment on the curb was hers. If they even find our body, can you imagine her face when they do? Haunted by the guilt for the rest of her life? Never knowing anything other than sending her daughter away? That's the fate that you're headed for. But I'm offering a different course."

Luz: "Stop beating around the bush and tell me!"

Empress: "While you've been asleep, I've tried to learn all about magic on this side. This chain could be an unexpected key to getting everything. I want everything you do. I want to give our mama an easy life. I want Amity at our side."

Luz: "Revenge on Lilith?"

Luz felt a familiar rage rising. But she didn't know why. She hadn't thought of Lilith until just then. That's when she understood her connection to the empress.

Empress: "Maybe I was hasty about that? But I know you haven't forgiven her for what she's done. I am you, after all. She got her sister back while we've got nothing. She's cursed her own sister and used us as a human shield. She gets to be with Eda. Meanwhile, you beat Belos and can't even go back to mami."

Luz: "It's because of you. All of this is your fault!"

Empress: "Us. Tell me something, does mama love you or me?"

Luz: "Me! I'm her daughter. You're just something I picked up on the Isles."

Empress: "So, she never met me? Yet, she sent you away to be someone else. It's not my fault you can't be with her. My existence isn't the reason you can't face her, is it? It's because you're too much, even for her.

But what about Amity?"

Luz: "You made me watch you terrorize everyone. You didn't leave her a choice."

Empress: " I gave her everything. She had our trust and love. But when she cast us out, she knew it was you. She was talking to you."

Summoning illusions, that night was replayed in front of them.

Empress: "When she was holding the staff, she knew it was you. Like you said, if she wanted to keep you, she could've. But once again, you were too much for her to handle.

That's two loved ones that cast us...sorry, you away. Should I even mention the others? Eda, King, Willow, and Gus? They loved you, too, didn't they? But that wasn't enough, was it? You might hate me, but they fear you, too. They didn't stand up for you, either. Their love didn't save you. Those were your final moments with them. Your love for them wasn't enough to keep you together. "

Noceda was silent, letting those words sink in.

Empress: "Right now, I've got a plan. As I've explained, refusing to work alongside me won't help anything."

She tossed the key over to Luz.

Empress: "Right now, you've got two choices. You can keep fighting me and lead us both to our deaths? Or you can stop trying to hold me back and work towards getting it all back?"

Luz walked slowly towards the door.

Empress: "If you want to waste what's left of your energy on the former, I can promise you this. Our last moments won't be yours."

Luz: " You'd like it if I disappeared, wouldn't you? Just like me?"

Empress: "Our body can't go on like this much longer. By the time you disappeared, I wouldn't have much longer. Even if I made it back, they wouldn't trust me. I wouldn't even get the chance to atone. Despite what you think, we need to work together to make this work!"

The two stared at each other. The existence of magic, witches, and demons didn't make this any less weird.

Luz: "You said, we can have it all. How do I know you don't mean, just you?"

Empress: " We were living out our fantasies on the Boiling Isles. Mama thought they were holding us back from reality. But magic is a reality. You're holding me back because you think I'm a monster of tyranny. How are you so sure you're not wrong? Like mom? Luz Noceda is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. That's the reality she never saw. But we can show her that. Together, we can make her proud. With me, we can have everything. With you, we might be able to share it?"

Luz fidgeted with the key in her hands.

Empress: "If you unlock that door, you're agreeing to embrace my plan. There's no other way to put it. But neither of us have much other choice, anyways. It'd be a new level of dense for you to refuse just because."

Luz inserted the key into the hole. She wanted to know something before turning it.

Luz: "How would being back on the Isles help mama?"

Empress: "Remember Belos last words? This world has much to offer. So much power. It is our job as humans to fulfill our destiny. It's our turn to fulfill ours. I figured out what he meant. I even improved on his day of unity. We'd have more than we could ever want. Prosperity that'd never run out, no matter how much we shared. We can and will give our family and friends what they deserve. Happiness. A life where our mom would never cry again. Amity wouldn't ever hide who she really is. No one would ever have to cry again. But that life only comes if their fearless Luz steps up. Belos' fate sealed ours. But it wasn't so we'd have nothing. Our fate is to claim everything, together."

Luz: "You're laying that on pretty thick, aren't cha?"

Empress: "I know, every day since we've been back, you've felt powerless. This is a cruel fate to live through. But, if you think about it, this is still your time to shine. Just like in those PG fantasies of yours, Luzura! At your lowest, will you rise back up? Like any chosen one worth their salt? I suppose, the only one who would know you didn't; would be me."

Luz Noceda, the former good witch in training, finally turned the key.

The empress finally cracked a smile.

Empress: "That's the right decision."

Luz woke up in an alleyway with a hot dog lying next to her.

The empress Luz appeared as a hallucination. She gestured towards a dumpster nearby. Inside, Luz found a baseball.

Empress Luz: "I've been storing that close for a while now. Until we get our strength back, we should keep it on us, at all times."

Luz picked up the hot dog, wrapped in aluminum, and began digging in.

Feeling large wads of cash in her pockets, she made her way towards the streets.

Luz: "What now?"

Empress: "Take a look inside the store next to you. I think you'll find our heading."

She peered through the window of a book store. Right there, a shelf filled with the newest release.

From the author of the "Good witch, Auzura".

Empress: "Build up your strength and work on not being recognized. If something becomes too hard for you, I'll step in. Remember, we can fix this together!"

Luz pressed her forehead against the cold glass. That phrase was a poignant reminder of how far away she was from who she used to be.

The empress placed one ghostly hand on Luz's shoulder.

Empress: "It's okay. If anyone could do this, it's us. It's always Luz Noceda."

She returned to the alley to pick up her things. While she finished her breakfast, the empress fixated on the shackle on her ankle.

She knew what buttons to press. Physically, Luz Noceda was being brought to pieces. Emotionally, she was demoralized by the cruel twist of fate. She had become so numb, the empress knew all she had to do was wait. Wait until her spirit was an easy blow out.

Now, in every sense of the word, Luz Noceda was broken!

Author's note: I wanted to show how these two might have "compromised" on working together. I once asked the creator of the "Broken!Luz AU" about the empress as a character. I've tried to stay as close to the creator's vision for her, as I could. But that brings me to this point. My additions to the AU are non canon. Take them with a grain of salt.

#Broken! Luz AU #angst #the owl house #owl house #toh #luz noceda #story I pieced together

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