#tragic MCs

[ramuneda5149]

The Crossover Ever. Are you scared?

[pinecavity]

Caleb is a good man.

At least, that’s what he tells himself, as he washes the blood from his knuckles in the academy’s communal bathroom. His reflection stares back at him, hollow-eyed and exhausted, water running pink down the drain.

He is a good man. 

Because good men don’t just sit there and listen when other pilots talk about their younger sisters like that. Good men don’t turn the other cheek when someone speaks about her with filth coating their tongue, testing, just to see how deep the rumors run. Good men don’t let their hands shake with the urge to do worse.

Good men do something.

So Caleb did.

His knuckles throb where they connected with bone. He flexes his fingers under the cold water, watches as the bloom of red swirls and fades, disappearing down the drain like it was never there.

He tried. He really did. The first few weeks, it was easy enough to ignore. The rumors were just noise, empty words from guys with too much time on their hands. He told himself they didn’t matter. As long as you wouldn’t hear them. As long as they wouldn’t touch you.

But they crept back in anyway, curling under his skin like smoke, thick and suffocating.

He sat there nursing his drink, jaw tight, hands curled into his lap as the other pilots ran their mouths. He’s used to their talk by now—the crude, restless way they pick things apart, looking for cheap entertainment, something to ruin just because they can. 

But then they said your name.

"She’s cute, though, right? You’ve seen the pictures.”

A sharp laugh. Someone knocking back a shot.

“Bet she’s reaal close to you, huh? Real attached. She follow you around like that back home, Caleb? All doe-eyed, waiting for a pat on the head?"

He knew where it was going before the words even landed.

"That sweet little face… heard she’s a real whore for you under that shy act. Bet she calls you big brother reeal innocently, huh? Wouldn’t blame you if—"

His restraint snapped so fast he barely remembered standing. One moment, he was gripping his glass so hard he thought it might shatter, and the next—

The guy’s head snapped sideways with the force of his fist. A sickening crunch, the scrape of a chair legs skidding back, and then the sharp intake of breath from the others as the laughter died.

Caleb didn’t say a word. Just stood there, fist still clenched, chest rising and falling steady and slow. He could’ve done worse. He wanted to do worse. But he was a good man. And good men knew when to stop.

So he did.

[timeslipcamp]

[xlmibby]

if you didn’t stumble upon caleb in skyhaven, would he ever return to your life?

caleb has been thinking about it far too often, the what-if's haunting him even in his sleep. every time he looks at you, he reminds himself of the pain you must have gone through when he was gone but never complained about. not to him, at least.

if caleb can be honest, he has never wanted to leave you. in the perfect case scenario, he would confess to you and you wouldn't mind that he's your gege because you love him all the same. you want him, no matter what others might say.

life isn't a fairy tale, though, and caleb ended up losing everything he had. all his dreams and wishes ended up being shattered, creating a perfect graveyard of broken hopes. as if his past alone didn't cause him enough pain.

but okay. that's fine. he's fine - he's used to suffering. so maybe it was all for the better. maybe it'd be better if he didn't get too close to you when he knows it can destroy both of you.

once the golden boy persona loved by everyone crumbles into pieces... what's left other than pain and misery?

so maybe he should stay in skyhaven forever, far away from the place where he truly longs to be. far away from the only person he has always yearned for - you.

but then, caleb catches a glimpse of you smiling as you make your way towards him; and just like that, his life makes sense again.

you jump into his arms and laughs when his back hits the soft plush of the couch. he inhales, slowly and deeply, but the only thing he can sense is you - your scent filling hie lungs, your warmth seeping through the layers of clothes right into his skin, your voice feeling akin to a soft tremor against his neck...

perhaps, it's just fate. if he didn't die, he would probably never have a chance to be this close to you again. he would never even dream of being allowed to love you this way.

afyer all, back then caleb was just your kindhearted gege. someone who listened to your whining about wanting a boyfriend when he wanted to scream that he can be everything you need.

now - finally - he gets to kiss you senseless and learn your body by heart while slowly running his fingers over the expanse of your skin.

and maybe it was wrong from him to hide away from you and give up his life just to make sure you're safe... but one thing's for sure.

now that caleb has you, he won't let you go ever again.

[sidsinning]

Maybe something can be said for the way Alois was treated by the audience back in the day as being too harsh for a child who went through what he did

But back then and now I will say fUCK THAT BOOTLEG BITCH ASS BUTLER CLAUDE

YOU WILL NEVER BE HIM

[yinyuedijun]

sorry if that disgusting caleb fic never materializes and I instead write Stockholm syndrome where the mc gives into caleb's desire where he wants to trap her (with psychosexually bizarre undertones) but in exchange she wishes for him to play the older brother figure she grew up with because it's her last source of comfort. the sex may not even be sexy I fear

[sketchygabz]

A take on Sir Knight’s Master 🥰

[kadextra]

do you think he's familiar with being used & bound by an inherent sense of duty, ever since he resided above the skies? a destructive weapon to be released at a predetermined time, a producer, a bringer of results, a perpetual existence in which others act their own will through?

she comes to him selfishly asking for him to perform the duty he is best at. what else is he supposed to Do when he can paranormally sense the ominous feeling of her impending doom..? the sixth-sense knowing that even if he doesn't get involved, she will still go through with it herself- but instead in painful, utter solitude?

death is kind. it knows what dying alone feels like, it cares for her and doesn't want her to suffer alone. he will make the deal so as to prolong what feels inevitable, even make a bid to change the outcome by trying to surround her with loved ones even until the final moment. someone please do something, she is going to die, I am trying my best in the only way I can, with both of my hands tied

tr!ros didn't accept help. !bad was born to serve a duty. in the end he had no other choice but to become the tool she wielded, the existence she acted through, the bloodstained weapon that can't explain itself left laying at the scene.

[exilethegame]

Hey, first thing, I wanted to say that I absolutely loved your WIP and I eagerly await the next update <3 Also, it was mentioned that you can't romance Nikke if you are a cruel/evil commander, what does cruel/evil involve? Are we not going to be able to avenge ourselves? :(

I can't really answer this for spoilery reasons but all I'll say is in terms of coding + logistics, there is a difference between MC wanting to avenge themself vs. MC wanting to "do that and WORSE" to ppl. For example, MC killing someone who did them severe wrong will not be counted the same as MC deciding "killing that person wasn't enough, I need to do more" and dragging innocents into it.

Basically, anything that involves hurting innocent ppl w/ Nikke is a hard, hard no. Anything outside of that and Nikke could not care less.

[soli-nepenthe]

Post-Myth Sylus thoughts:

In the modern day, would he still have the same love for present MC (who is DISTINCTLY different from her past counterpart), or would it have evolved to something different without the corrupting influence of greed or living in a world without wars? Would he love MC as she is?

Would he relish the opportunity to be gentle/soft with the MC in the modern day, and do the sorts of things that lovers do that he wasn't able to back then? (I mean in an intimate and not necessarily sexual way).

I know that he still indulges MC, but the intention this time seems to be more beneficial than corrupting--like he would rather see her freely smile or be encouraging or helpful in some way, whether he makes it obvious or not.

For me, the myth cards have really made me appreciate the connection that exists between them all the more because in this time it is unique and precious, even if some of the motions or gestures feel familiar, it's not the exact same.

[leiuvr]

BOUND BY FIRE | SYLUS LOVE AND DEEPSPACE, COMPLETED (M) | MASTERLIST

Genre/Trope: romantic fantasy, reincarnation, dark fantasy, tragedy, slow-burn(ish), fated lovers, curse, action, tragic backstory, smut scenes, mature

Disclaimer: mentions of blood, sex, and violence

Synopsis: Luna Aoyama never believed in fate—until fate came to her. Haunted by vivid dreams of fire and blood, drawn to a man she barely knows, and burdened by a past she can’t remember, she’s caught in a web of a destiny centuries in the making. Sylus, the enigmatic stranger with crimson eyes and a presence that consumes, has waited lifetimes for her return. Once a dragon feared by gods and mortals alike, he bears she placed upon him—an unbreakable bond that ties his existence to hers. As an enemy from the past resurface, Luna must unravel the truth. Because love, as eternal as it may be, it is not without consequence.

A/N: Hello dear reader! I’m actually so glad that you are here reading this since this fanfic is the reason on why I made this account in the first place. I made this quite a while ago when I got bored then got carried away before I found this again in my laptop collecting dust. I just do wanna let you know that this storyline is quite different from Sylus’ story in the game. I did make some tweaks to it but for me, that makes it more fun for me to write and (hopefully) to you as well. I uploaded all the chapters all in one go since I do know it’s a pain to wait for the next chapter. Lol hope you love it! Ily🤟

CHAPTER 1: A GLITCH IN THE ORDINARY

Chapter Synopsis: Lung’s world is built on logic and routine—until a stranger with platinum hair and pyrope-like eyes shatters it. A fleeting touch sends a vision crashing through her mind; crimson wings, and a name whispered like a ghost, Lyra. Shaken but unable to ignore the pull, she searches for answers. Her late-night research leads to ancient and forgotten myth, The Cursed Bond of Sylus and Lyra. As she stares at the dragon’s burning gaze on the screen, she thought whether her past has come for her or is this just a mere coincidence.

CHAPTER 2: ECHOES OF LYRA

Chapter Synopsis: Sylus’ presence is both alluring and terrifying, triggering fragmented visions and a strange sense of familiarity within Luna. Confused and frightened, Luna confides in her friend Greyson, who, though skeptical, agrees to help her uncover the truth. Together, they delve into ancient texts and mythology, searching for answers about Lyra, Sylus, and the nature of their connection. Despite the fantastical of her experiences, Luna is determined to face the haunting truth and possible reclaim her past.

CHAPTER 3: THE HEAT OF HIS GAZE

Chapter Synopsis: Luna is torn between fear and attraction towards Sylus, who claims they have an ancient bond. He triggers fragmented memories with stories and a powerful kiss, revealing visions of her past life as a sorceress. Overwhelmed, Luna flees, while Greyson becomes concerned by her isolation and strange signs at her apartment.

CHAPTER 4: WHISPERS IN THE DARK

Chapter Synopsis: Isolated and terrified, Luna experiences strange occurrences in her apartment, confirming Sylus's persistent presence. Overwhelmed, she breaks down, and Sylus appears, offering comfort and safety. He reveals her past as Lyra, a powerful sorceress, and their intertwined destinies as lovers.

CHAPTER 5: IMPRINT OF PASSION

Chapter Synopsis: In the magical chamber, Luna sees her reflection as Lyra and discovers a glowing mark on her wrist. Sylus reaffirms their connection, and a passionate encounter ensues, triggering intense memories and visions of their past lives. Their physical union is described as a merging of souls, solidifying their bond and Luna's acceptance of her identity as Lyra.

CHAPTER 6: THE VENDETTA

Chapter Synopsis: Luna, grappling with the aftermath of her encounter with Sylus and the lingering visions of her past life, is approached by Elias Dagon, a magic hunter. He sows seeds of doubt about Sylus, claiming he's manipulative and dangerous, and gives Luna a cryptic book that supposedly reveals the truth.

CHAPTER 7: THE DRAGON'S SHADOW

Chapter Synopsis: Sylus, sensing Elias's presence, sends Luna back to her apartment for safety. He returns to his penthouse, where Elias ambushes him, leading to a destructive battle. Sylus then rushes to find Luna, warning her of Elias's attack and manipulation attempts. Despite the danger, Sylus reaffirms his commitment to protecting Luna.

CHAPTER 8: THE PRIZE OF THE CURSE

Chapter Synopsis: Sylus brings Luna to his penthouse for safety. Elias appears, offering Luna a chance to break the bond and live a normal life. Sylus pleads for her trust, promising to find a way to for them to live without Elias's interference.

CHAPTER 9: TEMPORARY PEACE

Chapter Synopsis: Following a tense confrontation with Elias, Sylus and Luna share a moment of levity, easing the tension with playful banter and unexpected humor. Sylus reveals a surprising talent for cooking, preparing a meal for them, and they plan a date for an upcoming university charity ball. Their conversation deepens, filled with shared stories and laughter, strengthening their connection.

CHAPTER 10: A PAWN IN THE GAME

Chapter Synopsis: Luna and Sylus attend a charity ball. Once again, Elias tries to convince Luna their bond is a curse destined for her demise, but she trusts Sylus. Sylus reveals Elias seeks revenge for his family's death, blaming Sylus. They dance, strengthening their connection. Elias plans to lure them to ruins with a forged document.

CHAPTER 11: TRUST

Chapter Synopsis: After a passionate night, Greyson finds a scroll hinting at a ritual to sever bonds. He shares it with Luna, who decides to show it to Sylus. Despite Sylus' warnings about the dangerous nature it entails, Luna insists they go.

CHAPTER 12: THE AWAKENING

Chapter Synopsis: The memory journey turns violent, not a smooth transition. Luna senses something is wrong as they enter a distorted reality. They find themselves in pristine ruins, not Sylus's memory, but a trap set by Elias.

CHAPTER 13: RAGE AND VENGEANCE

Chapter Synopsis: Elias's dagger plunges into Luna, not death, but a violent rebirth. A golden light erupts from her, a blinding flash that throws Elias back. Luna's form shifts, her posture rigid, her eyes blazing with an ancient power. The air crackles, the ruins themselves trembling before her unleashed fury.

CHAPTER 14: BEYOND THE TRAGEDY

Chapter Synopsis: Years after the harrowing events in the ruins, a sense of tranquility has settled over Luna. The echoes of past battles have faded, replaced by the gentle rhythm of university life. Graduation day arrives, a symbol of hard-won normalcy and healing.

CHAPTER 15: WHERE SUNSETS STAY

Chapter Synopsis: Sylus and Luna acknowledge the tranquility they've found, free from past conflicts and burdens. Their shared happiness is a testament to their enduring love and the life they've built together, a quiet fulfillment of everything they've fought for.

[twstyuna]

Scary Night

Characters: Skully J. Graves, Yuu, (brief mentions of the Pomefiores)

Summary: In the depths of Tartarus, a Phantom prepares for Halloween.

Notes: Intrusive thoughts go brr anyway the mystery of Skully being an invisible ghost plagues me to this day. This takes place during the Tartarus Descent. I forgot to post it here after ao3.

Warnings: Well Skully's dead. So that. Also delusions and questionable likely non-canon Phantom Lucidity. I would say this fic is bittersweet but you might say I'm chugging poison

Ao3 Mirror

. . .

. . .cold. . . it's cold. . .

. . .it's dark too. . .

. . .that's not right. . .one must to keep vigil, during times like these. . .keep a lantern lit through the night. . .keep it bright in the midst of darkness. . .

. . .there is noise, beyond the room, beyond the cold, cramped space he is in. Is it not a room? Why is it so-

Sounds, again. Noises, again.

One should be silent, on Halloween night, to let terror and dreads seep into one's bones. 

How bothersome. How disrespectful, to cause a ruckus.

He cannot stand for it.

He stretches, something breaks, and the noise and light pierce his skull-

Terrible. How terrible, horrible, unacceptable-

Isn't it enough? Hasn't there been enough of this? Could he not have a moment of peace? To have just one Halloween for himself, dark and solemn as it once was? Hasn't he done enough? 

The room is red and bright and dark shapes scurry all about, clawing at the walls, and making noise and it is wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong-!

Unruly. Ungrateful. Ugly, inconsiderate hoodlums!

He crushes something beneath his hand, something like pleasure drips into him. It's a little more quiet now. And how lovely! There is black paint here already. He can fix it then. He can-

He cannot change what he has done. He cannot extinguish the flames he has set throughout Wonderland. He cannot ruin all that joy and revelry-

But here-

Oh, here he can have it again, if only for a moment! The Halloween he loved and still loves. . . the one Jack Skellington began. . .his Halloween, simple and solemn, eerie and elegant, the one he-

New traditions have eclipsed the old. Even so, he can enjoy that darkness, that old custom, that old love, even if he must do it himself.

Glass shards bite into his palm, but there is so much to cover and so little time to find a brush. What useful little bugs these are, so full of such lovely, pitch-black paint. They fall apart like bruised fruit, and make themselves useful upon the walls.

It's a lovely thing, his Halloween. Those comforting shadows, that flickering lantern flame through the night. The quiet company, as one remembers what has passed and what is to come. He never stopped loving it, not once. Of course he loved it. He never traded it for the new, the bright, the sweet and dazzling. Is it so difficult, to hold many loves in one's heart? He could love the new and old. He loved that Halloween, the first. He never meant to. . .to. . .

How could he? 

He couldn't have murdered it with own two hands.

How could he?

He couldn't have. He never meant to. He only wanted others to love Halloween. To love a different way, if they had to, so they could delight in it as he had. It didn't mean he ever thought poorly of the first. 

Who could ever despise their first love?

. . .so why? Why would nobody care for it, anymore? Why was only he alone gathering black paint now? He could understand lands and towns beyond preferring the festive they saw first, but even in his own home. . . did no one care anymore?

The noise, the lights-

They were beautiful, but wasn't there beauty in the dark and silence too? In a solitary lantern rather than rows of them all about? In the intimate dark of a room than the open night sky? There is a time and a place for everything. . . that's what he told himself when he began. So why couldn't there be a place for his Halloween too?

Thank you, they said, smiling like ghouls. For what you've done. The old Halloween was-

Dull!

Unfashionable-

Dreary           

Boring!         

Morbid-

But what was wrong with that? 

This new Halloween is so much better.

But it wasn't meant to be better, just different. Just- just another way, not the only way, he never meant to-

He can fix it. Let them have their Halloween.

A room. Just a room. Just himself. He can fix this much. Let him have his own. Just by himself, as before. As he had, before, only his room alone would be dark. Only he would truly be alone, now-

That- he could be alright with that. He could live with that. 

He would love his Halloween, and he would honor its death by mourning it with itself. He had to. He has to, he can't let it die, because of him-

But he needs a room first. A dark room, the walls inked black. He could make a lantern, later on. But first, the paint-

Red light pulses in the chamber. An eyesore. There is plenty of paint to use though. Boxes and boxes and boxes stacked up high. Some vials are so eager they open themselves up! And the silence is so, so lovely, every time he-

. . .he cannot help but pause, at this sound, even though he knows he must hurry and have the room painted black-

"Skully. . .?"

There it is again. A soft noise. A soft voice. That sound. . .it's important, isn't it? He knows that sound, that word, that name-

A vial skitters towards the noise, screeching-

But he is faster, his reach longer. 

There is that satisfying crunch, and he looks at his hand. It looks odd, but no matter. It drips black. Right. He must paint the walls, to have his-

"Skully." 

Oh. That voice, again. That was. . .rude, of him. . .to ignore. . .Skellington was a gentleman, a gentleman should-

"Skully, is that you?"

. . .is that him? Is that his name? There's something delightful about the thought, how his name might sound even a little bit like his idol's.

There is a hand against his face then, and it feels so small. The voice is so small. Should they be this small?

"Oh Skully, what happened to you?"

. . .what happened to him? Did something. . .? 

Oh. Why are they crying? Crying should come later, during the vigil, the reflection. If they cry all those tears now-

"Yuu, get away from-! "

L o u d . 

He turns-

But they- Yuu - they're faster.

They turn and they hiss, they shush, despite wearing the same robes as the others, and something flutters in his chest.

"You're. . .you should be quiet. Halloween's supposed to be quiet right?" Their own voice is quiet, so soft he has to lean closer to hear right. "Is that what you're doing here? Painting the walls black. . . you're preparing for Halloween. . ."

. . .they know. They know-

Oh he wants to embrace them, but his hands are just so messy. He lowers his head instead, to kiss them, to see them better, to keep this one's face in mind, but his head's so much bigger and heavier than he remembers, he can't feel his lips and it's like his thoughts are sloshing about. He has to kneel to get close enough-

Yuu throws their arms around his neck.

"Potato, what are you-"

Yuu turns their head and shushes. It's louder than it should be, but they have the spirit.

"Go," they say.

"Trickster-"

"Yuu, yer -!"

They hiss, and the two fall silent.

"Go," they whisper. "I'll. . .I'll catch up. . ."

"Yuu-"

"Please, Vil."

Vil. . .something about the sound. . .like Yuu, it-

Yuu turns back to him, and smiles. "Do you need help? I'm sure you're capable, but it seems like a lot of trouble to do, by yourself. . .not to mention, you've missed a bunch of spots down here. The problem of being too tall I guess. . ."

They're right. There are small spots left unpainted, lower than his line of sight. 

How clumsy of me, he wants to say, but he can't find the words. His throat is clogged with syrup. Must be from all the sweets.

Yuu pulls at their sleeves and gathers its cords until they hold the tassel of their robes like a brush between their fingers. They swipe at the wall, smearing the spaces he neglected. He makes a pleased hum at the sight, even as the others leave noisily, as one makes a sound and drops something before the door.

"Like this?"

Yes, just like that! He can't quite kiss them still, he can't feel his lips, but he can bend low, and press his head against theirs. He hopes they can feel his gratitude. How lovely to have someone to help-

Yuu makes a sound, soft and sad, despite the laugh of it. Their hand shakes.

"I promised. I promised I'd try it- your Halloween."

He can't form their name, though he wants to call it. He shifts to see their face, and oh dear, those tears again-

"I'm sorry, Skully. I'm so sorry I forgot."

Forget? What did they forget? They're the only other one not to forget.

Yet they cry, and the tears drip into the ink. His useless mouth won't open, only gurgles rise from his throat. He wants to touch them, but there is so much broken glass-

They wipe their eyes. They smile at him.

"Do you remember Grim?"

Grim. . .something small and warm. Fluffy. A mischievous little creature, he vowed-

"You said you'd be his hands and feet, a long time ago. Do you remember?"

. . .something like that, he said something of the sort, yes-

"Could you do that again, please? Paint for him? He hates chores. He ran away, you know. I'm looking for him now. I'm looking for a switch too. It will stop this room from being so red. You'd like that, right?"

. . .yes, yes, the room ought to be black-

"I'll go turn the lights off then. And I'll go get Grim, he can light a lantern, and we'll have a nice, proper Halloween together. How about it?"

That sounds splendid, Yuu, but he must have been so passionate in his painting that the stuff got in his mouth. He can't tell if he beams, but Yuu certainly does.

He feels their arms about him again, their lips against his face-

"I'll be right back, okay Skully? "

He hums. It's a delightful thought- sharing his lovely Halloween with someone lovely enough to appreciate it-

Yuu pulls away too soon.

They head for the door.

So do some fiendish, blabbering things. He crushes them, before the beasts can follow Yuu. They have something important to do. Yuu is going to help darken the room, and they're going to find Grim. 

Such a noisy thing, silencing is. Yuu turns back at the commotion and he feels almost ashamed.

But Yuu only smiles at him, so terribly teary still.

"Thank you, Skully," they say.

They press a card to the door, and the brightness beyond swallows them up.

. . .red light flashes, in this horrid room. There is so much to paint, and so much to silence. So much to do. It is worth it though, as the room turns dark and quiet. . .

The room is perfectly dark now. Perhaps Yuu found a way to do away with the light. Perhaps they found Grim too, and are hurrying back this very second-

Oh, but the lantern! He's forgotten all about it. Will Yuu bring a pumpkin? He can make one, certainly, but he doesn't want to use them for it. 

His hand flies to his head, to tap at his chin, but isn't that strange?

His other hand rises, and he'd laugh if he could. How silly of him, to wear the lantern like this. No wonder he couldn't feel his head.  No wonder Yuu was crying. What a sight he must have been. 

The room is ready, and he's only waiting for Yuu and Grim for a fire. He can light it all on his own, but he'd like to share it with them. It would be rude to start early, but he ought to have the lantern ready as well.

He makes sure he has a good grip on the pumpkin on his shoulders.

He pulls, and pulls, and he must be smiling.

He feels so very light, as he sets it down, as he waits in the dark.

He is so glad, he must be smiling. 

After all, it will be simply wonderful to have a proper Halloween again.  

[myokk]

Hello! I see your art come across my for you page all the time but I just realized I don't know much about your MC! 2, 8, & 15 for Eloise?

Hello ‼️🥹♥️

Eloise is just a little historical fashion barbie for my art BUT the reason I love her is truly for her personality and how I write her🥹 thank you for the questions🫶

2: What’s your MC's favourite subject? What do they like about it? Anything they dislike?

Eloise has two favorite subjects: Arithmancy and Transfiguration. She is very much a person who is trapped inside of her own mind, prefers thinking and theory, and gets a HUGE sense of accomplishment over successfully doing something complicated. & because Arithmancy is numbers-based and she DOES like being able to predict the future somewhat (divination is TOO wishy-washy).

The only subjects she truly hates are Beasts😔 (animals TERRIFY her which makes sense if you’ve read my fic) and the flying class because it is very un-ladylike to wear pants and fly😒

8: Once your MC graduates Hogwarts, what will be their best and worst memories? What will they regret?

Eloise will always associate Hogwarts with positive/bittersweet memories of learning who she is and how to advocate for herself. She makes lifelong friends who like her for her, and grows from a very quiet, self-conscious girl into the woman she was meant to become. But these things don’t come easily for her at all😣 she will always fondly remember lazy afternoons by the Black Lake, excursions to Hogsmeade, her classes…she will NOT miss the quidditch matches though😤

She will regret never being able to repair the relationship with her brother Leonard before he dies though😭😔😔 his death is why she wants to research it as an Unspeakable😔

15: Wildcard: Tell us the funniest/most bizarre fact about your MC

AHHHHHH THIS ONE IS SO HARD BC SHE IS QUIET AND SERIOUS AND MAYBE KIND OF BORING😭😣

She spent five years at a muggle finishing school so thst she could at least give her family more connections with the muggle world and was actually betrothed to be married to a wealthy muggle landowning family (her parents just see her as a way to make connections as we see later on in my fic too😣).

Eloise HATED living with the muggles, they all thought she was so weird bc she CLEARLY came from money and yet they’d never heard of her family, she didn’t even know who Queen Victoria was or the popular composers or authors or ANYTHING😭😭😭 but, ever since that time she has always harbored a deep love for muggle literature and playing the piano♥️

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS🥹♥️♥️♥️

[angelkissedface]

considered a nice au where solomon uses his life candle to share immortality with felix out of fear he'll lose them, defying felix's own wishes. tragedy ensues ✧･ﾟ*

[gifti3]

the goverment is definitely figuring out this alien situation asap right?? cause whats happening currently is not feasible in the long run is it not??

im sure they are trying to maybe figure it out...probably, but part of me feels like it is not being treated with the seriousness it should be by them, which ig is in character LOL

pretty much relying on one guy (who doesnt even wanna be doing this) is actually scary

and the mc still has to like 'encourage' him to do it, tho its much easier in the 'ray ending' for sure. that man just wants to live a regular life with mc (unfortunately for him that means continuing to be binary star and dealing with aliens)

and if i was a citizen and knew this id be panicking

like yea u have these other heroes helping and stuff which im sure looks comforting from an outside point of view! but like the actuality is that its ray keeping things afloat

AND ON THE TOPIC OF THE MC, i was definitely in my head like....wouldnt rays superiors (managers??) get like curious about them? like no way theyre not being nosy about it after a certain amount of time passes. it really feels like something that could be leveraged against him,,, (if there is fic about this pls send it to me lol)

honestly i feel like mc and rays relationship would have moments of high stress. like there will be good times but also the bad times will also be there and its sometimes gonna be because of outside factors they cant control

[mr-paleta]

yeah okay fine I might not be into shipping but the concepts a lot of you guys have come up with for some of your hypmic ships are really funny tbh. sasara/rosho? Literal divorce arc. Hilarious potential. Samatoki/sasara? Rebound with your asshole boyfriend who looks eerily similar to your ex (also endless comedy potential). Jiro/jyushi? Typical dumb jock in love with his 6'0 goth gf. Kuko/ichiro? Homies who jerk off together. Incredible possibilities. Hifumi/doppo? Childhood friends living together who may as well be married. Self explanatory. They know each other so well it gets funny. Jakurai/hitoya? Old flames who had a breakup that they regret, and mentioning one to the other will get you a long sigh and a forlorn look. I could go on and on. The comedy/drama potential honestly impresses me. You guys know what you're doing. keep it up