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[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 78: Oliver's Awakening

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tw: aftermath of mind control, discussion of abuse

October 1925

Oliver writhed on the ground, his chest as tight as a drum and tears squeezing from his eyes, as all the fear and pain and shame that had been suppressed the past few months flooded him.

He'd been content, so content to give up his own life to become the servant of a vampire, hardly even struggling as he was taken and confined and ensorcelled. He'd enjoyed the vile feedings, looking forward to the vampire drinking away his blood, pleased to slump over in the vampire's arms as his life was drained, satisfied with the twin scars on his neck. He'd cheerfully allowed the vampire to pass him around like a party favor to his lover, to curl up around him as he slept, to dress him up in ball gowns and take him to vampire dens to show off…

But truly, it wasn't the shame that hurt the most -- that was just the easiest of his emotions to understand. No, the worst of it was the profound sense of emptiness. It was if Alexander's music had filled something within him he hadn't known was empty. It had given him a purpose, even if it was to follow the selfish whims of a monster, and now he was devoid. Knowing intellectually that it had never been a real purpose, just enslavement, didn't ease the sting of his heart.

Vivian crouched down and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Oliver, I know it's a lot to process. It might take days or weeks --"

"You don't know!" Oliver wrenched backwards to get away from her, furious. "You don't know what you just took. You can't!"

"I know it must hurt --"

"If you knew it would hurt like this, then why did you do it against my wishes?" Oliver demanded.

"Oliver!" Emily was standing nearby. "She was just trying to help. It's not fair to yell at her like that."

"It's not fair that I feel like this!"

"Leave him alone," said Vivian. "Let him scream at me if he wants. He's coming out of a much deeper enthrallment than you were in, Emily. It won't be easy."

"That's not true," she said indignantly. "I could barely talk, couldn't remember my past, wasn't even literate any more."

"Yes, and that's relatively easy for a vampire to do. What's been done to Oliver is far more precise and insidious, to keep him so intact on the surface while bending his desires and loyalties completely."

"Do you mind talking about me as though I'm not even here?" Oliver hated how angry he was, how he couldn't control the harshness of his voice. He was never angry, never so much as raised his voice at a difficult customer, not before he was captured. Even then, his anger had been weak, easily plucked out of his head by that damned Miss Lily. He felt sick to think of himself drowsing in her company, letting her rummage through his very mind, throw out anything she didn't like, and replacing his truth with a pretty painted facade.

"I'm sorry," said Vivian. "I know you're upset with me, but this is important. Can you still feel the connection with your former master?"

"No. It's been severed. I can't hear him anymore."

"That's good. With a vampire that powerful, it's likely that your connection is actually only weakened, not entirely destroyed. He may try to enter your head again, draw you under his sway."

Oliver nodded, ashamed that a part of him hoped he would, that Alexander's music would dull the pain. No, he would have to resist somehow. He couldn't go through all of this heartache for no reason, to go merrily skipping back into the arms of a vampire. Vivian's magic had stripped away the illusion, revealed the monster behind the handsome face.

"I'll try to resist," said Oliver shakily.

"Good, that's good. If you hear his voice, you need to tell me immediately, all right? I can help protect you, or wash out his influence again if we need to," she said. "It's my fault for not killing him when I had the chance. I was a coward. And now I'll have to plan to go after him again, before he hunts me down."

"Don't kill him!" Oliver's fervor surprised even him.

"Oliver, you'll never be safe until I do."

"I know that, but -- I don't want him to die. Maybe I should want him to die, maybe I'm still under his spell, but I can't bring myself to want him to die," he said, not understanding why he felt so strongly about this when he knew Alexander's true nature.

"He took you from your bookshop, remember?" said Emily. "The whole time we were in those cages -- at least, before Lily warped our minds -- that's all you could talk about, was your bookshop and how you had to return there. Don't you want to?"

His bookshop, and the tiny apartment above. His little safe haven, where he'd spent his entire life. The antique books locked behind the counter, the sagging shelves of the history section, the ratty armchair with the throw blankets that might still be waiting for him.

"I can't go back there," he said. "Alexander was one of my customers. He'd find me easily."

"That's why I have to kill him," said Vivian.

Mounting horror dawned on Oliver. "But even if you did kill him, it wouldn't do any good, because his sire would find out and hunt us both down. I'm sure of it."

"His sire? A vampire that powerful, and he's still beholden to his sire?"

"He's a terrifying vampire." The fear, which had been acute before, was now so much more sharp without Alexander's soothing influence. He could remember the feel of harsh fangs in his neck all too well, the panic of being unable to open his eyes. "Far more terrifying than Alexander could ever be. Alexander once told me that if we ever tried to escape him, he'd hunt us both down and make sport of it, and I believe him."

"It can't be…" Vivian muttered. "Tell me more about him, your former master's sire."

As much as Oliver didn't care to recall those memories, Vivian might actually be able to help. "I'll tell you whatever information I have. I'd be happy to see him die, and Alexander would, too. I don't know his real name, but they all call him the Maestro --"

"You've met him?" She gripped his shoulders like a madwoman. "You've actually met the Maestro?"

"Unfortunately, yes. You've heard of him?"

"He took my mother. He's the vampire I need to kill more than any other. You must tell me everything you know about him."

"I'm sorry about your mother," he said. "I can tell you everything I've learned about him, if you agree that you won't kill Alexander."

"Even if I were convinced you truly meant that and it wasn't just residual conditioning, I couldn't agree to that. Alexander is likely to come after me for taking you, and if he does, I need to be able to defend myself."

"I suppose that's true," said Oliver reluctantly. He didn't want to admit to himself that it would be ideal if Vivian were to kill the Maestro but spare Alexander, so that he would have the option of returning to the vampire without the threat of his sire hanging over their heads.

No, he must still be under the spell. He shouldn't return to Alexander under any circumstances, not if he wanted to keep a free thought in his head.

"You need to tell me," Vivian insisted. "Revenge on the Maestro is one of the main reasons I became a hunter in the first place. It wasn't just my mother who suffered. He's killed at least twenty hunters, and he's believed to have kidnapped a number of musicians and stage performers. He needs to be stopped."

"He does." Oliver sighed, feeling that tiny bit of leverage slip. "All right. I'll tell you what I know."

He tried to recall everything he could for Vivian's sake -- everything Lex had told him, and especially recounting his own experiences with the cruel vampire. Emily sat nearby, her eyes going wide with horror as Oliver described his blinding and the painful feeding. Vivian, on the other hand, was absorbing all of Oliver's words carefully.

"So when he controlled you -- was there any sort of induction he had to perform? Any conditions he had to meet?"

"I don't think so, or at least I don't remember any. Alexander didn't mention any either. He was able to puppet my body as easily as if I were a toy, and there didn't seem to be any way to resist it."

"Hm. That's going to be trouble," said Vivian, deep in thought. "And when he stopped you from opening your eyes again -- how long did it take for that enthrallment to wear off?"

"It didn't. The next day, Alexander took me to Miss -- to another vampire's home, one that specializes in hypnotizing humans, and she reversed the Maestro's command."

"A specialist in hypnotizing humans? Lily?"

"You know her too?"

"Yes, I'm aware of her."

"Are you going to kill her, too?"

"I really should, considering how many people's minds she's destroyed -- or are you going to defend her as well?"

"…No." Truthfully, he felt more conflicted about it than he should, given that Vivian was objectively correct. How many human minds had she stolen? How many lives had she cut short, selling innocent people off to vampires with nothing more than glee about her profits? She was the one who had twisted his mind, and all those feelings of comfort and warmth as he slept in her chair were nothing more than lies to keep him docile.

"So do have any idea where the Maestro lives?"

"No, I'm sorry. Those are the only two times I encountered him, and Alexander never mentioned where he lives, from what I can recall."

Vivian sighed. "It's a pity. But even so, you've given me far more information than I had yesterday, and I'm grateful for it."

"You know… both you and Alexander want the Maestro dead. Could you ever consider working together?" asked Oliver.

"Working with a vampire?"

"Only this one specific time, only to kill an even worse vampire!"

"I can't do that," said Vivian. "Even if we do have the same goal. Fighting a vampire as formidable as the Maestro would leave me vulnerable, and I can't trust that this Alexander wouldn't simply enthrall me afterwards. In fact, he'd be stupid not to, lest I kill him."

Oliver wanted to protest that Alexander wouldn't do that… except that Alexander might actually do that. After all, he had no qualms at all about buying a human at auction, even a human he previously knew as an equal. Why would he hesitate to enthrall a hunter?

"Come on," said Vivian, helping him off the floor. "We can talk more about this later. You've been through a lot tonight, and need more time to shake off the spell you've been under. We have a room that you can use, but I'm going to have to lock you in, and keep you under surveillance for now, at least until we're sure that your vampire isn't going to try and push himself into your head again."

"Fine," he said, accepting that Vivian didn't trust him. He didn't even trust himself. "Why can he still do that, if you've undone the enthrallment?"

"There's a psychic connection established when a vampire drinks your blood. It's not quite the same thing as enthrallment, and it can be very strong. It fades in days or weeks, but until then, you'll still be vulnerable to the vampire's influence."

"I see." He wondered if that applied to any vampire which had fed from him. If it did, that meant -- "But the Maestro, he…"

"Yes," she said grimly. "Has he ever entered your mind before, when he's not there in person?"

"I don't think so. I hope not."

"I hope not either. I'm not prepared to fight him just yet. If you sense anything, you need to tell me right away."

"Yes, of course."

Vivian led Oliver out of the attic and into a room little bigger than a closet, with a cot and a small chest of drawers. "You should get some rest," she said, herding Oliver inside. "You'll feel better once you have. Is there anything you need?"

"A glass of water, please?" asked Oliver, sitting on the edge of the cot. "And if you have any interesting books…"

"Certainly. I'll see what I can do."

Oliver waited patiently for Vivian to return with the water and a couple of old magazines. As soon as she left the room and he heard the lock click shut, he fell back onto the bed, knowing that he wouldn't even be able to concentrate on reading, not with all the thoughts crowding his head.

He was free.

Wasn't he?

It was terribly hard to feel free when he was locked into a small room, the threat of his vampiric master and his sire still hanging over his head like an executioner's axe. The confinement was for his own safety, and he understood the reasons, but he wouldn't actually be free until both Alexander and the Maestro had ceased to walk the earth.

He was frustrated with himself. He shouldn't care so much about the well-being of a vampire who had literally purchased him at auction. And yet…

Now that the initial shock and fear had worn off, he was finding himself gripped by a deep and profound sadness. The cot he lay on was hard and cold, and he couldn't suppress his longing for his bed at home -- no, Alexander's bed. It wasn't ever his. He'd been hypnotized to share it, to cuddle up with a monster.

He'd been hypnotized into affection.

And it was really the only affection he'd had since he was a child, wasn't it? He'd lived such a solitary and quiet life, spending almost every night alone in his small apartment with books for company. Even the simple pleasure of curling up to read next to someone else had been foreign to him until he came into Alexander's possession.

And it had all been a fabrication meant to keep him compliant, hadn't it? He shouldn't miss it. He should be glad to be rid of it.

But the thought of returning to his solitary life, of never experiencing actual tenderness, was crushing him inside. He'd been starving for so many years, but it had been bearable when he didn't know what he was missing. Now that he knew that his choice was between actual loneliness and false companionship, he could only be ashamed at the parts of himself which preferred the lie.

No, he had to press on somehow. He couldn't return himself to a monster, no matter how charming. He should be happy to be freed. He could have his own life back. He could sleep during the night and wake during the day, and walk in the sunshine, and choose to go wherever he pleased.

He could take what little money he had stashed in his bookshop and take a train out of town, or a boat overseas, see the new places that he dreamed about but never got around to visiting. He could start his life over, do something else with it. Live a fuller life in the here and now rather than wait in his lonely little bookshop, wait for something to happen to him. Something had happened to him, and it should have taught him a lesson about choosing what he wants before it's chosen for him.

It was exhilarating. But…

For all his newly gained freedom, he still had no idea what he actually wanted. The desire for fangs in his neck was fake, but at least it was a clear desire. What did he want before, apart from books and safety? And who was he now, now that he knew the dangerous world of the supernatural lurked just behind every streetlamp, just waiting to pull him into it?

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[aventurineswife]

Hi! Can you please do a Sunday from Honkai with shy fem reader. Shy fem reader is based on a wishing star whose grand wishes like the character Star from Disney wish movie 2023 please. Fem reader can fly, does magic & change into a human or star form, sorry about my poor grammar.

Where Dreams and Stars Collide

Summary: On the Astral Express, Sunday notices your inner turmoil and takes the time to connect with you. Through a tender conversation, Sunday helps you confront your idealistic vision of a painless reality, offering wisdom on the balance between peace and growth.

Tags: Sunday x Female!Reader, Shy!Reader, Transformation (Human/Star Form), Emotional Support, Slow Burn, Philosophical Exploration, Light Angst.

Warnings: Mild angst, Reflective themes.

A/N: Might've made some few changes since I have never watched the video (heard a lot of negative comments about it so, idk anymore 💀🧍‍♀️)

The Astral Express had always been a place of strange wonders, a train that traveled across worlds, weaving through stars and galaxies. Among its passengers, one stood out, a being of pure wonder—a shy, ethereal girl who could transform between a human and a shimmering star, her powers guided by the grand wishes she carried deep within her heart. You were the Wishing Star, whose wishes weren't just dreams but destinies in the making, waiting to touch the lives of those around you.

Yet, despite the power you held, you were a quiet soul, hesitant to reveal the full extent of your gifts. Your soft voice was often drowned by the bustle of the train, your delicate hands hiding your magical prowess as you clung to the warmth of your friends aboard the Astral Express. Among them was Sunday, whose presence had always intrigued you. With his golden eyes, navy pupils, and gentle air of nobility, Sunday radiated a calm yet powerful aura. But what caught your attention the most was the quiet kindness he never failed to offer, his gaze never pressuring you, always patient.

One evening, as the train moved through a quiet sector of space, you stood near the window, gazing out at the shimmering cosmos. The stars outside felt so distant, just like your own desires—grand and untouchable. The wishes you kept locked away, the dreams that could never truly come true. You let out a small sigh, unaware that someone had quietly approached behind you.

"Is something troubling you, my star?" Sunday’s voice was soft, a question wrapped in understanding.

You turned, startled by his sudden presence. His smile was warm, and though you were nervous, you managed a small nod. It was rare for you to speak openly, but Sunday’s gentle demeanor made it easier. “I… I wish to help others. I want to make their dreams come true, but… I’m not sure how.”

Sunday’s eyes softened as he observed you, his gaze steady but not intrusive. “You have a grand wish inside you, one that can light the universe. But sometimes, even the brightest stars must be patient and trust in their path. You’ve already helped more than you know, just by being you.”

You looked down at your hands, a faint blush coloring your cheeks at his words. “But my wishes… they’re so big. I can’t do it all at once.”

He moved closer, his presence comforting, as if the weight of the cosmos itself had lifted in his gaze. "Not all wishes need to come true at once. Some dreams take time to grow, and others are meant to be shared." He paused, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "A world without pain… where people can escape the suffering of life, is that not the dream you hold?"

Your heart skipped a beat. He understood. You had always kept that wish hidden, unsure of how others would react. "Yes," you whispered, meeting his eyes. "A place where everyone can be at peace, away from pain and hardship."

Sunday smiled, the faintest hint of sadness in his eyes. "It’s a beautiful wish, my star. But sometimes, the world needs more than just peace. People grow through struggle and loss, even when they cannot see it themselves."

You hesitated. “But isn’t it better to escape the pain? To live without suffering?”

Sunday's gaze became distant for a moment, a quiet ache in his expression. "I once thought the same, that people could be free of their suffering. But the truth is, peace without growth is an illusion. The dream you wish to create—it's not weakness, but a mercy. Sometimes, all we can do is protect others from the pain we cannot shield ourselves from."

His words echoed in your heart, a blend of his own philosophy and his understanding of your wish. You felt a warmth spread through you, not from the bright stars, but from his words, his gentle nature. For the first time in a long while, you felt understood.

"Thank you, Sunday," you murmured, your form flickering with soft, golden light as you began to shift between your star and human form.

Sunday chuckled softly, his voice a melodic hum that soothed your soul. "You are more than welcome. And remember, you are not alone in your journey. We all have our dreams, even if they are vast and complex. Together, we can help them take shape."

You blinked, surprised by his words. "We?" you asked quietly.

His eyes softened, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, my star. I may not fully share your vision, but I will always be here to help guide you." He reached out a hand, gentle yet firm. "The universe is vast, and though it can be full of pain and hardship, it is also filled with the possibility of dreams. And those dreams are worth fighting for."

As you gently placed your hand in his, a quiet understanding passed between you. For the first time in a long while, you felt as though your wishes could truly matter.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren't so alone in the world after all.

[pamicakery]

How to harvest your energetic signature to have the life you want by 2025 (I can feel that this post will be chef kiss 🥰)

First of, what is an energetic signature?

Your energetic signature is your 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Energetic ID card!!!

Stunned aren't ya? Haha yes it is.

It's a bunch of information you transmit energetically to the universe or in other words, who you are.

The universe doesn't see you, it doesn't speak with words, human language, it doesn't punish you, rewarding you.

Because the universe is reflecting who you are.

I bet you will come at me and asking me

'' But I already know that, I am the universe and the universe is me but I still don't have my desires yet ''

Dear buddy, let me explain to you the magic of

✨Energetic signature ✨

Like I said before, Energetic signature is who you are, example :

this is Joe 🧍🏻

He wants to manifest their desired life, he want to be rich. He grew up really poor and wants to live a life full of abundance, money and wealth.

Here's Joe Energetic dominant pattern :

Affirmations : Oh my god, I am so poor.

Dominant thoughts : I have to pay this and that. So much to pay.

Identity : I am poor

Emotions :Frustration, sadness and jealousy toward rich people.

What is their energetic signature? What does their ID card says?

He is poor, he haves so much to pay, he is frustrated, sad, he doesn't have money.

In addiction to that, he doesn't control his reality and let the 3d control him . So he lives in a loop of suffering.

Is it the Universe punishing him?

No, it's himself, first because he choose to be controlled by the outside and second because he doesn't change internally.

The 3d is not your enemy, it's your compass. It's here to show you, your reality signature. What you are seeing, you are sending this energy to the universe.

Let's go back to the story. One day, Joe said :

'' My life is flashing in front of me. I can't let 2025 being one more year of solitude. I am sick of it. I am not happy with my life, I gonna change it. ''

So, Joe took a paper, and wrote the energy he wants to send to the universe.

Affirmations :God I am so rich.

Dominants thoughts : I can have this and that.

Identity : I am wealthy

Emotions :satisfaction, hapiness, joy.

Joe felt good, he felt different. Despite the fact that Joe still have his bills to pay, he said to himself

'' It doesn't matter if I have bills to pay, what matter is the energy I am sending to the universe. Since the universe doesn't see the bills, I will send it the feeling of satisfaction I have paying them ''

What does the universe understands?

That Joe is happy to pay his bills, he is satisfied. Joe doesn't feel frustration anymore, he is happy and satisfied now.

But the universe wants to be sure of that fact. So, it will send more things to pay.

Example : Joe's car crashed and he have a bills of 1000$ to pay.

Joe's old Energetic ID card said that :

'' He is poor, he haves so much to pay, he is frustrated, sad, he doesn't have money.''

But Joe is not defeated, he knows that the energy he is sending to the universe it's important. He knows that it's not the 3d who is controlling him. He knows that by changing his former energetic signature, he will show the universe that he controls his reality.

So he said :

Affirmations :God I am so rich.

Dominants thoughts : I can have this and that.

Identity : I am wealthy

Emotions :satisfaction, hapiness, joy.

He is slowly but surely taking his life back. He knows that the energy he is sending to the universe it's important, very important because he knows that his emotions will get back to him.

So he must make the universe understand that he is happy and wealthy. He is focusing his attention on things that make him feel happy, and rich.

He thinks like a rich person, speak to himself like a rich person. Doesn't matter if he is faking his emotions, the universe will believe it because it doesn't have eyes.

That's why people can do bad things but are still rich, because the energy they are sending to the universe is : I am rich.

You don't need to take action, like buying clothes a size under your current one, running miles and drink lemon water, or buying a huge mansion, or even forcing a dialogue with your Sp.

It will be useless because your energy signature will be : desperation or hope.

Hope is desperatly waiting for the outside to give you what you want. In other words, you are not in control.

So when you will see something bad happen, you'll feel desperation.

And guess what? The universe will not send you Satisfaction. It will send you desperation.

Affirming, scripting, visualizing are tools to help you generate that emotion you are seeking for. But you are the most important thing in the universe, because the universe lives because of you. You create everything in this world, every event, every people are a reflection of you, everything.

Again, Shorts emotions doesn't manifest because there's aren't dominant or strong.

But repeated and dominant emotions does.

I want you to realise that you've been manifested your life by sending the same energetic signature to the universe years after years.

The only one should be coaching you is yourself. So stop giving money to coaching. You need discipline. Coaches won't change your energetic signature for you.

And remember, if you are Solid internally (meaning that no matter what you see, you're still sending the same energy to the universe) it will be solid externally.

Like Michael Jackson said :

'' If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and then make a change ''

Here are some example :

'' I love my Sp. And they love me too. I am in a loving and respected relationship. I feel loved, understood and I love spending time with them like they love the spend time with me ''

➡️They feel loved. They are in a loving relationship right now.

'' I feel so beautiful. I love my face, my hair, my body. I love to try on new clothes, I love admiring myself in the mirror. People look at me and find me beautiful too ''

➡️They feel beautiful. They love themselves, they have a beautiful face, body and hair. And everyone sees that too.

'' I shift so easily, I just sleep and boom I am in my Dr. I can do so much things there, it was so easy. I love shifting and finally being able to stay there ''

➡️They are so satisfied to shift easily. They are free do to whatever they want to do. Shifting is easy for them, they finally have their dream life.

Control your mind, control your life. And the best is that you will be not searching for it outside, because you'll know that all the answers are in your mind.

'' If I am searching for it, it means that I don't have it solidly in my mind. ''

You know what to do ~.

[woozinhos]

congratulations on ur blog achievement my love, u deserve it the mostest n I’m so proud of u✨

can I request dk n prompt 18 from ur list!! (it’s so cute seeing how excited u get to write about dk, I totally understand bc he’s my bias too😭) thank u love 🩵

stop honestly hes my ult bias ive nearly completed his album pcs I hope you enjoy this!!

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"You feel so good," he panted, his voice strained. "So tight and perfect around me."

Dokyeom set a slow, deliberate pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he worshiped your body with his hands and mouth. He trailed kisses along your neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he continued to move inside you.

His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves and dips of your skin as he explored every inch of you. Dokyeom's thrusts grew more urgent, his control slipping as he lost himself in the pleasure of being inside you. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you against him with each thrust as he sought to bury himself deeper and deeper.

"I can't get enough of you," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "You're mine, and I'll worship every inch of you for as long as you'll let me."

You managed to gasp out a few words between moans, your voice trembling with pleasure.

"Dokyeom... oh god... don't stop... please don't stop..."

Dokyeom chuckled low in his throat, his lips curving into a smirk as he heard your pleas.

"I have no intention of stopping," he growled, his hips snapping against yours with a newfound intensity. "Not until I've made you come undone around me."

Dokyeom's thrusts grew harder and faster, each one driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel you tightening around him, your body responding to his every move.

"Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come apart around my cock."

With a cry, you came undone, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Dokyeom continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his peak.

Dokyeom's body tensed, his muscles tightening as he neared his own climax.

"I'm gonna cum," he gritted out, his voice strained. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Are you ready for me?"

You nodded weakly, still trembling from the aftershocks of your own orgasm. Dokyeom's thrusts became erratic, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold on just a little longer.

With a final, guttural moan, he came inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep within you. Dokyeom collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sated as he tried to catch his breath. He buried his face in your neck, his chest heaving as he pressed lazy kisses against your skin.

"That was... incredible," he panted, his voice hoarse.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

“I’m sorry, Marianne,” said Enya, convinced that her feelings will get to Marianne, only to make Marianne furious even further. Marianne send in another attack on her cousin. Enya could feels the wind blowing through her face in a circling motion. Her hair dancing around. Enya felt the air from her lungs remove. There is a sinister smile on Dark Marianne’s face, gleaming at her. At the last seconds, Enya form a ball of magical energy and blast a portal, sucking Dark Marianne inside to a prison for the worse criminals than those of the Omega Dimension, Oblivion. Once Enya is free from the suffocation and air comes back into her lungs, she looks at her cousin one last time with a heavy heart.

“I’m sorry Marianne,” said Enya, her eyes are burning and a tear streaming down her face. She watch the portal close, and listen to the dark nymph’s outburst of anger one last time. “I am going to miss you.”

Enya close her eyes, the energy she have in her left as a toll for casting this dark magic spell. The Fairy of Blue Fireworks begins to fall downward and into the water with a heavy splash.

Bloom gasped and see Enya sinking into the water, Daphne and Bloom swim up and grabs Enya, pulling her back up to the water.

“Bloom, what did Enya do to my daughter this time?” Daphne said out of fear and heartbreaking look.

~~

This is powerful dark spell require a young ruler to creates this portal to Oblivion. Since Marianne went rouge, it makes sense for Enya to become next-in-line. How Enya obtain is a mystery to both Daphne and Bloom. They questioned Enya where she learned this spell. After Enya recover from her battle with Marianne, they start the conversation off with a question.

“Who taught you this spell, Enya?” Bloom demanded, her concern for her daughter wavered as she wonders who is responsible for teaching. Enya is quiet and refused to answer her mother by turning them away. Enya start crying again. Bloom frown even further and then, Bloom tightens her fists and list the possible suspects who know. Because Enya is unable to collaborate. While Daphne frowns at Enya, disappointed in her niece that she choose to take an easy route instead of taking her journey to becomes a Believix Fairy, then a Harmonix Fairy, and finally a Sirenix Fairy. That way she can understand the struggles of being a fairy and the sacrifices they made. To learns what being a fairy means on her own. Without Marianne’s help. That way she will become mature enough to confront Marianne and save her. She was unable to convince Marianne to fight in her current state.

While she is not too angry for Enya casting the spell because she did it as an act of self defence…. The Queen of Domino is upset that Enya put the current wielder of the Dragon’s Flame into a prison for the worse criminal because in reality, Marianne is corrupted by the growing darkness in the Dragon’s Flame.

So Daphne decides that since Marianne is gone and Enya refuse to collaborate, she have her set up for her a solution that may be seen as blessing, but it is a challenge.

“Since you have dedicated in your quick thinking of striking justice down, before more disasters occur, I hereby declare that Marianne is annulled to her titles and pass it onto you,” said Daphne, causing Enya to stop crying for a moment. “Therefore, you are hereby Enya of Domino! Official Guardian Protector of Domino AND Crown Princess of Domino, my heiress, your fairy journey is over and begins a new chapter of your life as a fairy princess!”

Enya gasped in horror, that means she will not be an active hero in Townsville, and she won’t be able to get to have free time to play games or go to school like a normal kid anymore. Only to be replace with diplomacy and politics.

“NO!” Enya shouted, resume to her crying state and refute, but no matter what she said, it is a fool’s errand. She has stopped Marianne at the cost of gaining new responsibilities at 16.

Very soon, the guilt stricken Enya is now sitting in her own desk in her own quarter, once belong to Marianne’s doing paperworks, Enya looking at the photo frame of a young Marianne, holding a newborn Enya on her desk. “I’m sorry Marianne,” Enya apologized. “I really am.”.

Everyone start calling her a good fairy just like her mom, and praise her for defeating Marianne, and label her as a nymph, whose jealousy towards the Princess Enya, turns her into evil. Enya listens to their praises. While she likes them, but this is not how she imagined her capability to do good and everyone being so proud of her. Because to her, deep down, she is a thief for stole The Dragon’s Flame from Marianne for six years, and now Marianne’s other birthright, the throne.

Enya belongs to @gloriousdreamunknown

Marianne belongs to me

Tie-in to:

Write a piece about someone who takes someone else's place

[camelspit]

visibly clenching my jaw and shaking with rage. why are all the newer barbie movies trash.

[chillinglikeashilling]

I do think that it's important for Evan to understand that just because his friend don't express it in the way he does (or desperately tries not to) it doesn't mean that they don't love and miss him just as much as he misses them.

Evan said that he learned after love (his friends) came into his life, that the rest of life is still very much a thing you have to deal with and now he's seen someone dealing with it.

Jammer loves the Pilot Program and he loves his mom and sisters and all of the other teams he's part of, but the logistics of life get in the way of that. So he's thinking of ways to change his life to accommodate that love.

Now Jammer doesn't handle that perfectly because no one does really (god I want to see the convo in the next episode so bad) but he's acknowledged the problem and then moved towards fixing it.

I understand why Evan is the way he is but I do think that (for perfectly understandable reasons) he can be very unaware of the others feelings and motivations. In the same way he was doing a disservice to Sam, he's doing the same disservice to Jammer by deciding on his own that they are being 'kind' rather than 'loving'.

Jammer obviously isn't coming at the thing with the same intesity as Evan is but they both have the same silly day dream of just getting to be with their loved ones forever. That's a very understandable, very common want.

[cable-salamdr]

Wolfcat is sooooo funky to me esp now that it’s confirmed that Sora and Jordana were in school together and drifted apart. I don’t really see them as toxic yuri anymore and more as Jordana somewhat-joining the ninja and they are both confused as fuck about one another. Just exhausted from life and scared of AND for the other person. They have so many issues to fix between each other and themselves, and if it takes them like 10 years to actually get together then I am completely okay with that. No more toxic yuri only weary yuri now.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Any ships you don’t like in the batfam fandom that is popular?

OOOH this is such a fun question because I have quite a few

StephCass - i'll be honest this is one of those ships where the fandom ruined it for me. because 2000s StephCass is an elite dynamic, they care for each other so deeply. but the fandom has been intent on defanging and purifying this ship. i don't know *why* but StephCass seems most popular with the anti-Batcest crowd who get very mad if you compare it to ships they deem Batcest. i have an entire meta commentary on this in my drafts I'll likely never post discussing why the only reason StephCass gets the pass for not being Batcest ties directly into misogyny (because the women of the Batfam need to exist as love interests first, not family members so Steph was never going to truly get to exist as a "full" Batfam member so long as she could remain a viable love interest for Tim, and the same can apply to Babs, Helena, and even Cass in some cases) and that just sours me to it. like if i want yuri in Batfam i think there are far more interesting/fucked up ships for Steph like Babs/Steph or Helena/Steph. and when it comes to what i'd actually like to see in canon, i don't want to see Steph relegated to love interest of a Batfamily member, even if it's queer. let her date and exist outside of Gotham the way every other Batfam member gets to, DC *please*.

Bruce/Selina - i can't fully articulate why this ship isn't my thing, it just isn't. i think i just can't conceivably agree with Selina letting go of so many of her fundamental morals and beliefs for the sake of a man, even one she loves such as Bruce. ironically, i think that's one of the few things Gotham War got right about these two. the only canon love interest i like for Bruce is Zatanna and i mourn we'll never get much of that.

JayRoy - i will admit when i was newer to DC the first comics i picked up for Jason were all New-52 and i shipped this. but now that i'm a pre-Flashpoint truther and i've actually read well-written Roy Harper comics, i only see the flaws in this ship. ngl if ppl were actually fun and interesting with it, playing with the idea of Roy knowing Jason as Robin and still seeing him as just Dick's little brother who's gone a little mental, it *could* be fun. but this Red Hood & the Outlaws (2011) and Red Hood/Arsenal (2015) dynamic *butchers* the fuck out of Roy and strips him of everything interesting. and even as a Batfamily stan, my number one pet peeve is when other DC characters get *butchered* in a Batfamily character's book just for the sake of propping up the Bat as some kind of savior. free Roy Harper from this mans.

Bruce/Oliver - we could be here all day if i listed all the Bruce ships i don't like, but i figure this one has to be included. because oh my god either the people shipping this *really* don't understand Oliver Queen or they just hate his ass because why would you subject Oliver to this man. he can't *stand* Bruce. i really hate the popular BruOliie shipping dynamic of like "oh they were boarding school besties" because if you want that, you *should* like Bruce/Zatanna, not these two. Oliver just always gets butchered in these fics and i won't stand for it.

Tim/Bernard - the ESSAYS i could write on this ship and why i dislike it. the fucking *fear* DC (and most popular media tbh) has with depicting queer relationships as anything other than totally perfect and cute for fear of accusations of homophobia has stripped this ship of *any* real grit. Bernard is a non-character in Tim Drake: Robin, he exists to cheer Tim on and prop him up and just be The Boyfriend. we occasionally get glimpses of an interesting character with really interesting trauma and nothing is *done* with it bc at the end of the day, Tim and Bernard must be perfect and cute. what's fun about Tim is he is the *worst* boyfriend alive. that boy is *ass* at dating. all of his relationships are rich with conflict and yet the moment he dates a guy suddenly all of his flaws vanish? i hate it. i mourn what this could've been if we kept messy Tim Drake and had a Bernard who was actually informed by his trauma. DC please let gays be messy again. also of all of Tim's 90s/00s friends to bring back as a love interest, Bernard Dowd was just a *bizarre* fucking choice. Sebastian Ives was *right* there come on now.

Any Crossover Ship - look if crossovers are your cup of tea i'm happy for you but oh my god if i have to see that little green ghost boy or that ladybug girl in the Batfam one more time i think i may explode. i have a lot of thoughts on *why* i think specifically Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug get crossed over as often as they do with the Batfam, but i don't think anyone wants to year that. my only exception to this is Jason/Bucky Barnes, but it *has* to be comics!Bucky. like. Judd Winick's Jason and Ed Brubaker's Bucky would hatefuck and that i wish to see it. any other crossover ship (especially the Peter Parker ones that seem to be rising in popularity) just do *not* do it for me.

honestly besides that i don't think i dislike many ships. (aside from being super opinionated on Bruce ships, but that's mostly bc ppl will use him to butcher the character they ship him with) there are some ships i'm neutral to because i simply do not know enough to have an opinion (like Dick/Wally). i guess the only Batcest ship i'm not particular to is Bruce/Damian, but I wouldn't say that one is popular nor would i say i dislike it, just that it's not my cup of tea. most Batcest ships click for me in one way or another because i like their Weird dnyamics. i guess i could also say i dislike most ships that have come out of Young Justice (tv) because. oh my *god* why were those group of characters put together on a team. it's baffling. but even then it's not disliking those ships, it's moreso disliking that show's depiction of those characters so. everything is really dependant on the canon context for me!

[tothepointofinsanity]

I know by now that I have a "type" to the characters I like in media, so it wouldn't be that outrageous for me to say that Sayaka feels bpd-coded.

[tassium]

I'm just so mad and upset and SO SAD.

I purposefully collect four things:

US pennies and other interesting coins

Enamel pins

Polyhedral dice

Rubiks cubes

Packing for this move was the last time I saw anything on that list except the rubiks cubes.

[july-19th-club]

honestly the whole blood donation hundred and forty eight slash potential thousands balancing the books of life and death thing is not that crazy. average catholic salvation-math logic

[skenpiel]

wish i was a witch for real that would be so badass. god i would do anything for a magic broom

[autistickaitovocaloid]

I do think Yunobo can still use Daruk's Protection he just like. Obviously doesn't use it as much because he's got his own thing going on in totk. Like I could see a situation where he gets super caught off guard by something and he like. Kinda does it on instinct.

[girlivealwaysbean]

it's done finally

[ljuerlav]

wrote up a longer thing but the tldr is that life is hard and also a long series of pouring massive amounts of effort into things that no one will care about or reciprocate (depending on context) and it's really no one's fault. especially when I'm not really out there asking for it.