#whisp is feeling emotions and they are not happy

[tundralwhisper]

AAAARRRGGGHHH

Literally took a walk into the forest at 2:30am, despite my knee pain that gets worse after walking like 10 meters.

So, before I rant, ramble, and vent, the Context:

I DM a D&D game for friends, on the server where I met most of them. It's a server of about 400 people, though *maybe* 30 are actually active.

Donald J Trump got shot (unsurprising), and a friend (who is in the game) went into the server's "controversy" channel (a bad idea to even have that channel, ngl) and mentioned that this is gonna be a big danger for trans people, because the nutjobs supporting trump have just gotten the most intense incitement to violence imaginable. He may have made a little bit of an inflammatory remark on the matter

Another friend (who is also in the game) did NOT like that. And the conversation got *heated*. I joined, 2 other players joined (that's 4 out of 5, plus me). Over the course of the discussion, they dropped several instances of hate speech. Transphobic rhetoric, xenophobia, it was *BAD*. Mind you, one of the people in the game is literally an immigrant, and him and I are both not very cis.

Meanwhile, I was in a movie watchalong (American Werewolf in London, very funny movie tbh, kept me sane during this) while participating in the discussion.

I postponed D&D, trying to figure out how best to kick the nutjob. Then passed out for 12 hours.

Shit. Went. Down. Other mods got involved, jumped the gun on an announcement without reading the hate speech context, things got convoluted, two people left the server: The nutjob, and the immigrant friend.

I solved things in the end, by making a seperate server for the D&D game and inviting everyone over (except the nutjob, he specifically said he left the campaign, too).

So, bad situation. Not happy.

Now, the VENT PART!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH GODS FUCK WHY FUCKIK I SLEPT FOR 12 HORUS AND SO M;UCH SHIT IMMEDIATEL WENT DOWN AND ALL THE OVERTHINGKING AND PLANS AND SHIT DID NOTHIGN TO HELP A'CAUSE I WAS ASLEEP FUCKIG SHIT FGUCK.

OKAY. Okay. Phew. I don't usually post anything, anywhere, without double and triple checking grammar and spelling. Not this time. FUCKING HELL.

Between postponing the D&D game I was making PLANS. I was THINKING, PLOTTING even. I was gonna get the other players' views on the nutjob, I was gonna write up a civil and calm message to send to the nutjob to kick him and be done with it, 'cause I didn't wanna cause drama across the active parts of the server.

And then, I just had to fucking pass out and assume things wouldn't implode for a couple hours at least. I passed out for 12 hours, and everything was fucked when I woke up. The drama had already extended beyond the group into server-wide drama, I had to abandon all my plans and improvise (I suck at that), and just. ARGH. I'm mad.

I'm mad. Actually, genuinely mad. Not even at the nutjob, he's a victim of propaganda. I'm mad at the "mod" (doesn't even have actual mod powers, barely qualifies as a mall cop for the server) that made a statement to spread the trouble so much further than it needed to be. Like, do you not *READ* something before you type a response? Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!

Like, people were mad not over the economics talk it fizzled out to, but over the ACTUAL FUCKING HATE SPEECH you absolute childish IMBECILE. "Be respectful, agree to disagree" IT WAS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THERE IS NO "DISAGREE" ON THAT YOU DUMB CENTRIST FUCKWIT.

At least he realized when he went back to read it - WHICH I HAD TO TELL HIM TO DO. Do you need a parent to carry your brain after you everwhere so you don't forget to fucking THINK, too?!

But also... it's sad to see that someone I thought a friend had fallen so deep into the propaganda, and someone else I considered a reasonable person turned out to be so fucking stupid as to not consider that context matters a lot.

I hate insulting people like this. Fuck, man. I'm gonna go sink into endless amounts of angsty music now, if anyone needs me try to search the woods near my house.

[margeoww]

Can you write a Toto fic where him and his wife were married for 20 years and then divorced and they see eachother again after 4 years of no contact?

After All This Time

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pairing: toto wolff x exwife!reader

summary: After 20 years of marriage and four years of silence, Toto Wolff and his ex-wife cross paths at a gala. What begins as a polite conversation soon reveals lingering emotions, unspoken regrets, and the possibility that some connections are never truly broken.

warnings: Themes of divorce and unresolved emotions and bittersweet tones with implied angst and longing.

The clinking of glasses, low hum of conversations, and the occasional sound of laughter filled the room. Toto Wolff stood at the edge of the gala, his usual composed demeanor masking the slight unease he felt. He wasn’t one for these events anymore; they always seemed too polished, too formal. But tonight, he had been convinced to attend.

He scanned the room casually, his eyes falling on familiar faces: team principals, drivers, sponsors. And then, he saw her.

It had been four years since their divorce. Twenty years of marriage undone, leaving behind only memories, regrets, and the occasional pang of guilt that crept in during quiet moments. He hadn’t expected to see her tonight, let alone feel the weight of her presence so acutely.

She stood by the bar, her smile as effortless as he remembered, though her laughter seemed freer now. She was talking to someone he didn’t recognize, and Toto found himself frozen in place, torn between the urge to approach her and the fear of reopening old wounds.

Before he could decide, her eyes caught his. The smile faltered, just for a moment, replaced by something he couldn’t quite read. Recognition? Curiosity? Pain? She excused herself from her conversation and began walking toward him.

Toto straightened his posture, his years of dealing with high-stress situations kicking in. But nothing could prepare him for this.

—Hello, Toto —she said softly, her voice laced with an undeniable familiarity that made his chest tighten.

He nodded, offering a small smile. —Hello.

There was a pause, not quite awkward but not comfortable either. They were two people who had shared everything once, now strangers navigating a conversation as if treading on glass.

—It’s been a long time —she said, breaking the silence.

—Four years —he replied, the words heavy with unspoken emotions.

Her lips twitched into a faint smile. —You always were good with numbers.

He chuckled, the sound low and brief. —And you were always better with words.

Another pause. He wanted to say so much, ask so many things—how she had been, if she was happy, if she missed him the way he missed her during quiet nights. But none of those words felt right, so he asked the simplest question.

—How have you been?

She hesitated, her gaze drifting to the drink in her hand. —Good. Different, but good. And you?

He nodded slowly. —Busy. The team keeps me occupied.”

—That doesn’t surprise me —she said, her tone lighter. —You always thrived under pressure.

—Not always —he admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Her eyes softened, and he knew she understood what he meant.

They fell into silence again, the air between them thick with memories. He wanted to reach out, to say the things he never could when they parted. But would it change anything?

—I didn’t expect to see you here —she said eventually.

—Nor did I —he admitted. —But I’m… glad I did.

Her expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across her face. —I should go. It was nice seeing you, Toto.

Before she could turn away, he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing her arm. —Wait.

She stopped, looking back at him, and for the first time that night, he allowed the vulnerability to show.

—I’ve missed you —he said quietly.

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, he saw the same pain mirrored in her eyes. But then she smiled—a bittersweet, knowing smile.

—I’ve missed you too —she whispered.

And with that, she walked away, leaving him standing alone in the crowded room, the echoes of her words lingering in the air.

Heyyy!!!! This is my first request and it’s about my man Toto 😜. Thank you for requesting this anon, I hope to see more of these. And also hope u like it, remember that English is not my first language ‼️

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Happy Memory - Tom Riddle x Reader - Oneshot

no warnings, just pure fluff, takes place mid-7th year for Tom, so in 1945. (y/n) has she/her pronouns and Tom is an awkward teenager.

1,115 words :3

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Tom Riddle knew what it meant to have matching patronus' with someone. Well, it could mean many things, an exactly matching patronus-meant obsession, only wanting them and almost refusing to better ones self to better match the other in a proper way.

A mirrored patronus meant complete understanding-usually twins had mirrored patronus’, as Tom had researched, so their magic would mirror the other due to the innate understanding they had about the other, but still different enough to be their own person, because even mirrors weren’t perfect.

A matching patronus, like a doe and a buck-meant complete understanding love, being someone's other half, to be complete with the other, but still being your own being.

Tom Riddle had never been able to produce a patronus, he’d never even created whisps of one. He didn’t exactly have any happy, powerful, memories. He had tried to use the day he found out he was a wizard, or when he got his wand, or when he was sorted into slytherin-but none worked to even create a breath of the charm.

He was getting quite, frustrated, with himself; he could easily perform any other type of magic, charm, hex, curse-you name it, he could cast it. Yet the Patronus charm was giving him so much trouble he wanted to throw himself at the wall.

He watched as everyone else in the ‘advanced charms and defenses’ class either got a little bit of a whisp, or almost got a corporeal patronus.  It was infuriating. He was Tom Riddle, descendant of Salazar Slytherin-he SHOULD be able to summon a damn patronus.

“Expecto Patronum.” Tom hissed under his breath, his hand and wrist moving perfectly to cast the charm. His pronunciation was perfect, his wand movement perfect-and yet nothing came from his wand-not even a shift in the air.

“Merlins-saggy-balls.” Tom hissed, tapping his wand hard against the heel of his palm, glaring at the pale long wood of his wand as if it was the reason he couldn’t produce the charm. He took a long shaky breath, pinching his nose as he tried to calm himself down-being angry wouldn’t help-he needed to think of a good memory, a happy thought.

Bloody hell he sounded like Peter fucking Pan.

“Havin’ trouble smiles?” Tom huffed at the annoyingly familiar voice that came from behind him, turning to see (y/n)-he’d known her since the very first day of the school year, meeting her on the Hogwarts Express over 7 years ago when she’d sat in the same compartment as him and proceeded to babble his ear off.

She was still doing that, really the only constant in his life.

Though he could do without the bloody nickname.

“Shut up.” Tom grumbled, turning his head again to focus, taking a deep breath to single out a memory, any memory-to try and cast the damn spell. “Expecto Patronum.” Tom said.

Nothing.

Tom let out a frustrated snarl and nearly threw his wand to the floor-but managed to keep his calm mostly, as the room was full of other students who think he’s perfect and calm and the golden boy of Hogwarts-especially after last year when he’d framed Hagrid for killing Myrtle.

He hears the familiar laughter of (y/n) behind him as she walks up to him, and she rests her elbow on his shoulder, giving him a half smirk that makes him want to-

“What are you thinking of smiles?” (y/n) asks and Tom frowns, scrunching his nose-she was probably the only one to get these sort’ve reactions from him. He wasn’t a cold emotionless bastard, he was just calculated-though most of the time he wore his emotions on his sleeve, but (y/n) got the most natural reactions from him.

“When I got my wand,” Tom drawled, almost weakly, turning his wand over in his fingers, rolling it between the heel of his palm and the tips of his fingers, watching and feeling it roll and roll over his skin.

(y/n) let out a weak snort, shaking her head. “well that ain't good enough, you know Merrythought was talking about powerful emotions, memories, is what makes a good patronus. Getting a wand feels like nothing compared to the last seven years.”

Tom rolled his eyes, looking at (y/n)-her elbow was still on his shoulder. “Oh yeah? And what memory are you using, munchkin?” (y/n) laughed, bold and giggly as she leaned into him and Tom couldn’t help his half smirk.

“That’s a new one,” (y/n) snickered, flipping her wand between her fingers as she tilted her head to the side. “Hmmm, Expecto Patronum.” She waved her wand and pronounced the charm perfectly, and out from her wand came the form of a snake, but it wasn’t the snake form that caught Tom’s attention, it was the several horns at the crown of its head-a familiar but unusable gleam to its eye.

“Your patronus,” Tom breathed, eyes locked onto the basilisk patronus-how rare, and unusual. Tom would feel jealous if he wasn’t so amazed right now. He turned to (y/n), eyes wide and feverishly determined. “What memory did you use?” Tom asked-breathlessly-and (y/n) gave a little half-shrug, her elbow still on his shoulder.

“Day I met my best friend,” (y/n) said, giving him a look that had his cheeks flushing and his heart stutter.

Best friend? She…she thought he was her best friend? He never knew she thought of him as anything more than someone she liked to mess with and get along with well enough to not hate each other.

Then again, they spent nearly every day together, she barged into his private head boy dorm room a lot, he let her steal his food-and books, and she was probably the only person ever to touch him so freely as she did now.

Tom, clearing his throat, feeling his heart beating fast and his breathing stuck in his throat-lifted his wand once more, spinning it once. “Expecto Patronum.” He said clearly, concentrating and letting his emotions bubble to the surface.

The tip of his wand burst into light-and out came a basilisk, this one almost matching (y/n)’s but it had some differences, like where the horns were and the markings on the scales. Tom felt his face burn as (y/n)whistled, her elbow shaking him a bit.

“Aww it matches mine~” (y/n) cooed, her arm moving to wrap around his and her head leaned on his shoulder as she teased him, her left hand covering his right. “What memory did ya use smiles?”

He cleared his throat, swallowing harshly, looking down at her.

“When I met my best friend,” he mumbled and (y/n) beamed, squeezing his arm as their matching patronus’ intertwined in the air.

-end-

[iamatinydinosaur]

🪷Floyd🪷

I like you

Floyd was sat by your bed. It has been a few months since the incident at Mount Rageous. Everyone told him to give up. They all thought you weren't going to wake up. Floyd's brothers and Poppy were the only ones who believed you would wake up some day. Floyd didn't believe the other Trolls.

He thought because he woke up surrounded by his family, the same would happen for you. He spent weeks looking for your village. Turns out your village was only two hours away from Pop Village. When he found it, he knew what trolls to look for. Once he saw your mother and father he told them everything. Floyd and his brothers transported your body home. However, still you wouldn't wake up.

Floyd was changing the flowers in the vase. "Hey bro." Floyd turned around seeing his younger brother. "Yeah, I just don't understand why she won't wake up." He sighed sitting on the bed, next to you. He took your hand in his two. "Look think, why did you wake up?" Branch asked sitting on the chair. "Well, I was surrounded by my brothers. The people who make me happy.... So I need to get people who make her happy around her!" Floyd exclaimed running out the room. 

He gathered all your friends and family, but you still didn't wake up. Floyd was losing hope. He sat next to you. You brushed the hair out of your eyes. "Y/N I don't know why you aren't waking up. I've been doing some thinking. Our time in captivity, I don't think I would've lasted if you weren't there. I don't know why I didn't notice you like I have been. Why did it take you ending up like this for me to realize how amazing and special you are. I hate this. Please just wake up." Floyd was crying. He really missed you. 

He placed a hand on your face. He stroked your cheek with his hand. "I love you Y/N, please wake up." Floyd kissed your forehead gently, his tears falling faster. What's this soft feeling on his cheek? Floyd opened his eyes and saw you smiling up at him, with your hand on his cheek. "Y/N." Floyd was so shocked. You smiled and sat up slowly, with the help of Floyd. "Hey..." You sighed leaning forward. You were so weak. Floyd held you up. "Floyd." You whisped looking slightly up at him. "I love you too." You said smiling. He kissed you passionately, all his emotions coming out. 

All you needed was something that truly made you happy to wake you up.

A/N: the gif I've used is so cute. The first scene in the movie makes me cry every time.

[bethanysnow]

In Y/N's defense

In dedication to some of the greatest writers I know.

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If you go to the website Archive of our Own, or Tumblr, Wattpad, or TikTok and type in Y/N you will be greeted by stories of all sizes, shapes, colours, and tones. Rich worlds created on coffee breaks, breakfast tables, and 3 am visits from a muse. Illustrious worlds to hold you close, warm your hands in the cold reality winter. Permafrost on your heart will melt eventually Y/n.

Because you as a person so complex and great are Y/N they are you, you are them, you in tandem find yourself encased in the trappings and sorrows of the other hand holding yours. The story. The characters and people you call beloved! Calling your name- that’s what it's about right? Your name? Y/N? This is about you! Darling! Let me carry your burden a little longer. Dishevel the skin that coils and folds, the one that binds. The things you carry let them go.

For the world is a dangerous place...

let the authors and scribes of your phone, computer, or tablet if you must give you the sword to seal away the darkness- at least for today, for an hour or two. For the next five minutes.

These tomes break spines better than any best-seller, it holds out fruit and asks you to taste. For freedom is in oranges and pomegranates and whisps of an answer you don’t know yet till part 13.

In defense of Y/N she holds the suspension of disbelief in the rafters and tugs you on stage for the spotlight that can safely be yours. To experience lifetimes of happiness and sorrow and intimate acts beyond comprehension... He is sorry if you do not find him realistic. They aren’t meant to be.

For the main character is you, your plight is theirs, hers, his, all of it in the palm of your hand. Their hand, Y/N doesn’t mind to shelf those thoughts you keep hidden in back rooms, in crawl spaces, they let you play with the ichor of your soul and dissect it, shine a light through it, see if you can heal the wounds.

Only if you allow them to.

Read. This is not a bargaining chip or a sales pitch, there is no bill on the way out.

This is a pillar of culture. Literature in its best forms is transformative, makes you reflect, and heals the parts of yourself you didn’t know were broken.

In Y/N’s defense, you are real and they are not, but the emotions you feel reading great works are. The love you feel is real. The tears shed, the hiding under the blankets, that’s real.

Things don’t need to be realistic to be real.

So is Y/N.

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I kept seeing posts disparaging X Reader or Y/N fiction and it bothers me so much. We as a community must hold steadfast in this storm for our art, our release is just as great and important as anyone else. Do not let them tell you differently. Do not let them sway you. You are brilliant as stars do shine and laughter is had.

You are loved.

You are loved.

You are beautiful.

You are needed here in this community.

Make no mistake about it. I love you so much.

[strawberry-spectre]

Val and Spelldon birthday things bc I got inspired

Valentine who stays up till midnight to wish Spelldon a happy birthday and Spelldon who wakes up early to decorate for Val's

Valentine getting emotional bc Spelldon is putting so much effort into making his birthday special and it's been hundreds of years since anyone did something like this for him

Whisp who always asks Val what he wished for and he always replies with "us to be friends forever" (Whisp is gonna make sure that wish comes true frfr)

"how does being 1603 feel?" "same as 1602 tbh"

Casta treating the birthday song like it's a concert

"Haaappy, BI~RTHDAYYYYYYYY...tOoooOOOoo yoUuuuuuu....HA-"

Valentine spoiling Spelldon with as much gifts as possible

Circe nagging Spelldon and Casta to come back to Aeaea to celebrate

birthdays where they do nothing but chill all day

"happy 18th birthday, here's 18 reasons why I love you <3"

Spelldo using his birthday to excuse everything he does

"Spell pls don't drink that potion..." "But its my birthday :("

Valentine preparing for Spelldon's birthday with Casta and getting to know each other better

[emayuku]

Van Hohenheim — This Time Of Year

Christmas, even to those who despise it, is a singularly meaningful holiday. It’s deeply embedded in the psychological makeup of society, and everyone has a relationship to it, good or bad. For some, it’s a time of uncomfortable meetings, a reminder of traumatic memories rather left forgotten. For others, the little whisps of nostalgic memory are intensely therapeutic, happy reminicences triggering feelings of hope and new light in the darkest of seasons. For some, the darkness coincides with seasonal depression, and the supposedly merry Christmas surrounding becomes tough to bear; for others, the Christmas period is a time to take a pause, wind down and reflect on the year gone by, all its ups and downs. The symbols of birth and rebirth, dark winter solistice and a star of hope, past and future, are all heavy in the holiday.

Remarkably, Van Hohenheim’s This Time Of Year is a truly unique concept album that covers all of these topics, and more. It’s an album that really gets deep into the psychological impact of Christmas, its joys and sorrows, with stiking thematic subtlety and an upbeat, ultimately hopeful literary verve. Its ten songs, all newly written by the same songwriting team, strike a rare balance between playful accessibility and nuanced complexity in dealing with all these mixed emotions, augmented by Jackie Lynn Evans’s erudite, jazzy arrangments.

And  then there’s Van Hohenheim himself. The sublime, knowing contrast of his blonde boyish image (still there at 15) and his smoldering, smoky contralto vocals is perfectly suited to the childish glee and grown-up self-analysis that permeates this album. He makes every song sound like it should be a merry Christmas classic, making you almost forget the literary intricacy within. Light and dark, he is truly Christmas, with all the meaningful things that can possibly be.

Track listing

"Christmas Heart" – 2:57

"Ring a Merry Bell" – 3:05

"Hang Them on the Tree" – 2:21

"The Little Star" – 3:08

"The Merriest" – 2:09

"This Time of Year" – 3:34

"Seven Shades of Snow" – 3:32

"Sorry to See You Go" – 2:24

"The Magic Gift" – 3:26

"Winter's Got Spring Up Its Sleeve" – 2:36

All compositions by Fay and Grisha Jaeger.

🎄🎶~Christmas Heart~🎶 🎄

❤️Sung by Aaron Dismuke❤️

For Christmas I would like to give A friend to every lonely heart A peaceful country stream To folks afraid to dream That would be a start

For Christmas I would like to share The hope that comes when life is rough That special kick you get Turning tears to smiles, and yet That wouldn't be enough

To little people I would offer Gold doubloons in a pirate coffer Furry friends to share their sleep And a prayer for love, their dream to keep

For Christmas I would like to send My thanks to lovers everywhere And music soft and clear For all who choose to hear Any little part Of a song that comes from a really Christmas heart

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[taldigi]

So, with the fae in Fashion Club changed to needing a sun or moon stone to transform people, does this mean akumas in Fashion Club have returned to how they originally worked?

In this world, there are two makes of life. Mortal and Magic.

Mortal Beings are beasts, plants, all things that breathe and hunger and crave.

Some beasts have the fortune to have just a touch of magic. Some more than others. But beasts are still creatures of opportunity.

Humans, on the other hand, are beasts in origin, but are equal parts Mortal and Magic. (Why, What a piece of work is a man!) Capable of such acts of kindness... and of cruelty. Every human feels that magic in different ways, and some consider such a state to be a curse.

Magic Beings are the fae. Emotional, vibrant. The true shape of the fae is that of a spark of light. A laugh on the wind, a sob in the distance, a Whisp. They are beings of emotion and emotion alone- with nothing tangible.

To bond with a human is to become a little bit mortal. It is a desirable state for Faeries. The ability to taste, to dream, to experience time- to feel soft sheets and the ability to feel warm after a cold day. It's not all happiness and sweets, but it's that divine experience that draws Fae to humans- just magical enough to form a symbiotic connection.

The faeries take just a bit from their chosen one- that bit becoming their shapes, their personalities, their preferences. Not all Faeries are born of good folk, and some are capable of cruelty... But most people are good people, and as such, so are Faeries.

So, what are Akuma? A being known as Null is sort of that white space outside the dichotomy of mortal and magic: though it may take the shape of a faerie, it very much is something other. It has developed the ability to create Akuma (which take the form of butterflies) by ripping out the innate magic within a human, rendering them Nullified.. no drive to do anything, no emotions to feel.

Magic attracts magic. The Akuma are drawn to Faeries, and when contact is made, it infects them. Overloading their own magic ability and forcefully transforming their chosen one into a Monster influenced by a mix of the Faerie's influence and the emotional state of the Akuma.

To disperse an Akuma infestation, the emotions must be addressed and resolved, or the monster must be exhausted (read, beaten up). This restores the magic to the Nullified. Akuma, if unable to infest something, will disperse after some time, achieving the same effect.

So, what of the Sun and Moonstones? They are basically elements made of pure magic. They are what the Faewild is made of- their pure energy is what kept Faeries from burning out without a shape to take. or human to bond to. They are a more, distilled form of magic, and so- let the Faeries and their bonded human become one, at least temporarily, to become something greater.

"There is a reason why the fae approach humans." Pollen looked up from her thimble of honey-lemon tea, "They are part beast, part divine. They are fae like us, but nothing like us all at the same time. They are beasts that think, that understand, comprehend.. that dream, imagine, create, destroy... they love, they hate... Why, even if a fae were to bless a beast, they would not be able to utilize our blessings, let alone comprehend them... it is also why we reach out as well. The fae are incapable of things that beasts enjoy. No fae truly needs food or rest- we thrive on the ley lines within the earth itself.. But to be in contact with humans, is to be in contact with passion, and with love- no matter the form it takes." Pollen smiled up at her chosen, then took a sip from her thimble and made a delighted buzz, her wings blurring as they vibrated, "In that, I am pleased, my dear, that your love comes in the form of honey tea and thoughtful cup sizes."

[boydiisaster]

May I request a teen! Male!reader who just lost his dad x any obey me characters (platonic ofc) I recently found out my dad passed away in a very brutal way and he didn't get to know I'm trans either :(

loss

reader: teenage, male, he/him pronouns

tw/cw: death, suicide implications, cussing

author's note: i'm so sorry to hear that anon! i hope things get better for you soon, and that this story helps, even just a little bit

lucifer

There's a sudden shift in the air before you tell Lucifer the news. He sensed it as soon as you found out; a profound feeling of grief overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, and he raised a gloved hand to make sure he was truly crying. This was strange, unprompted, out of the blue. Lucifer didn't know why he was crying, why there felt like a hole was in his chest, but then he remembered. Of course, how could he forget?

His pact with you made his and your emotions almost completely connected. He was usually very good at controlling your shared emotions, though. Whenever you felt angry, he could control his urge to scream. When you were happy, he'd control the want to shake his arms and squeal. When you were nervous, he'd control his instinct to shift and fiddle with something on his person. Why couldn't he control this, too?

"My dear boy," he murmurs, wiping away some stray tears that slip down his face. The sight before Lucifer breaks his heart. You're standing in his now open doorway, your form shaking with silent sobs. Your hands are tightly wrapped around your phone, its screen still illuminated with the text from your [mom/other dad/guardian]. This didn't feel real. You couldn't believe it; you didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry," you cry. Your words are barely recognizable between the loud sobs that escape your throat. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for coming to you like this. I just, I didn't know who else to tell this to."

Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush over to hug him. You throw your arms around his waist, bury your face in his chest and scream. It's partially muffled by Lucifer's clothes, but he still catches how defeated it was; how broken and filled with anguish it sounded. All Lucifer can do is hug you back tightly, lovingly, and hope that you understand his intention: to comfort you. To say “It’ll be okay” without disrupting your grieving.

Lucifer begins to rock you side to side, as if he’s holding a baby in his arms. “My dear boy,” he repeats.

All you can do is wail in response, causing the Avatar of Pride to hug you tighter.

asmodeus

The Avatar of Lust thought himself very good at reading people. He’d know exactly what the other person wanted to hear, and he’d say it, even though he probably didn’t mean it. Asmo would spew out compliment after compliment just to get what he wanted, and he never thought it bad. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, though.

“MC?” Asmo gently cups your tear-stained cheeks, a remorseful expression adorning his pretty face. He tilts his head to the side, confused. “What’s wrong, my sweet boy?”

You stare up at the demon. He’s blurry. Everything in your vision is blurry. You can barely breath from how badly you were panicking. You would have passed out if it wasn’t for Asmo walking in on your breakdown.

“Asmo,” you whimper. More tears slip down your face and land on Asmo’s thighs, soaking the fabric. He’s kneeling in front of you, his knees between your own.

“Asmo, I...” You sob, closing your eyes. The demon holds your head up while the rest of you goes limp in his grasp. “My dad,” you choke out. “My dad, he....”

“Oh MC,” Asmo whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “I don’t... I can’t talk. I-I just....”

“Then don’t talk,” Asmo leans back, taking you with him. He holds you close in his grasp as you rest between his thighs. You lay your forehead against the Lust Avatar’s chest and cry. You shake with sobs as Asmo just hums a small, soothing tune.

“Sweet boy,” he whispers. He doesn’t know what to say to help you. He wants to try, but he knows words won’t solve anything.

Oh god what he wouldn’t give to be able to take away all of your pain with just a few words. You were still just a kid in his eyes. A child exposed to something so awful, something even he doesn’t like to think about: mortality.

“MC,” he hums. “Deep breaths.”

You breathe in deeply, then shakily exhale. You laugh, and Asmo never knew a laugh could sound so defeated. “I’m ruining your clothes.”

“I don’t care.” Asmo holds you tighter against him. “You need someone now more than ever, I’m not going to leave just to change into something less expensive.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. A tiny smile manages to grace your lips before you’re back to crying, and Asmo goes back to rocking you side to side, humming as he does.

barbatos

There’s a small knock at the castle door as the Demon Prince’s butler finishes up around the throne room. Barbatos looks up, then outside at the moon that’s high up in the grim Devildom sky. He blinks, then slowly makes his way over to answer the door.

“Who could it be at this hour,” he thinks aloud to himself.

The doors are heavy; anyone not used to the weight would have trouble opening them, but Barbatos shows no signs of struggling. He pulls open the doors with ease and is greeted with a curious sight: you. You, clutching something close to your chest. You, with a blank, emotionless look on your face. You, with no light in your once bright eyes.

"MC?" Barbatos furrows his brow. "It's late, dear. Come inside."

You don't respond. You can't respond. Your voice dies in your throat the second you even think about talking. You nod your head, taking a small step forward. Then, you shake your head furiously. You're so exhausted. You haven't the energy to do anything after the news. It took all your strength to run up here in search of Barbatos. Your body is tired, and your mind is drained. All you want is to ask your question, but hell, you can't even move anymore.

"MC." Barbatos gently grabs your shoulders. He tilts your head upwards to look into your dim eyes and you watch as a brief look of sorrow washes over him.

"Oh MC," he whispers. "Darling boy, I'm so sorry."

You look away, but even that begins to take an immense amount of energy.

"MC, I can't.... You know I can't." Barbatos pulls you close. "When rescuing you from mortality, I broke a lot of rules. I can't do that again."

You go limp in his grasp. Your father's gift that he gave you before you came to the Devildom clatters against the stone steps of Diavolo's castle. You close your eyes as Barbatos holds you tightly in his arms.

"Then can you send me to him?" You finally speak. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "If not I might do it myself. Barbatos, I... I don't know what to do."

"Life is precious, MC." Barbatos's voice is stern, almost angry. It makes you shut your eyes tighter. "Your father wouldn't want that. He'd want to see you flourish."

You don't respond. Barbatos feels like there's a hole in the pit of his stomach. He feels as if he himself has just lost something. He supposes that he did, in a way. He lost whatever part of you that you just lost. Thinking that, he hugs you tighter. So tight that it's almost painful. He's cold, you notice, and you're so warm to him.

His dear boy. His child that he'd do anything for. He can't help but feel guilty about that. He wouldn't do anything for you, he realizes, for he won't even bring your father back, even though he knows it will help you.

"I'm sorry, MC." He repeats.

You say nothing back, but the way you nudge his chin with your head tells him everything.

"I'm so sorry."

[ethanrs]

The Painting

Where the reader is an artist and makes an emotional piece of Michael after one of the many times they saw his wings, this is pretty cheesy and a tad sickeningly sweet, ENJOY!!

Y/n was in their art studio that was kept in the basement of their shared home, they were making a painting of their handsome lover, Michael, and made him the centerpiece after seeing his wings recently. They were sitting on the idea for it for a while feeling nervous about it but they finally decided to work on and perfect the piece. As Y/n was working on it for the first hour they pondered on what Michael would think about it, they hoped they would have it finished in time for their anniversary the next day, and give it to him as a gift, Y/n loved making things for the people they cared about. Their favorite music playing in the background as they started to paint out the form of Michael, saving room for his outstretched wings, deemed ‘flawed’ and ‘imperfect’ by Michael but Y/n saw him as beautiful and wanted to capture the beauty they saw in their lover in their work, the basic detailing of Michael’s body was done, Y/n moved on to basic detail and patterning of his wings, making sure to capture every single detail he memorized by heart.

As they continued the painting they kept to using varying shades of grey but adding pops of color, shades of blue and matching colors that made them think of Michael, as they added more and more detail to their soon-to-be masterpiece, Y/n took a second to glance at the time, a few hours had passed from when they started, Y/n glanced at the painting, feeling happy with the progress, it still lacked a lot more detail, darkened shadows and whisps of light, but nonetheless, it looked amazing. With that in mind, Y/n felt like it was time for a much-needed break, the paint on their palette was almost gone so it was the perfect stopping point. Putting the used materials aside, Y/n grabbed a tarp to cover the painting with, making sure it didn’t touch the still-wet paint before it got dry enough, grabbing the used brushes, water cup, and palette, Y/n brought them upstairs to clean off before deeming one-hundred percent finished for the day. Once they reached the kitchen and cleaned off the utensils he left those to dry in the empty dish rack, heading to the living room after and spotting Michael on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, Y/n smiled and moved to sit next to him, leaning into Michael’s left side, Michael wordlessly moved his arm to wrap it around Y/n and pull them closer, leaning his head on top of Y/n. Y/n sighed deeply, needing this affection after being so busy for the past few hours, Michael soon began to speak no too long after. “You must be working hard on that painting huh? you look exhausted.” Y/n snickered at Michael’s observation, it was true they were working really hard on it, putting their love and adoration for Michael into that piece, hoping with every fiber of their being that he would love it. “Yeah, It’s something I’ve been wanting to work on for a while, I just needed the right… inspiration.” Y/n replied, still leaning comfortably into Michael’s side, “Well I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” Michael said, looking down at Y/n as he smiled, Y/n looked up at Michael and smiled back, Michael leaned in and gave Y/n a quick peck on the lips.

Y/n and Michael enjoyed the rest of the day in each other's company, whether it was watching shows or movies, to playing some games together, Y/n had a laugh teaching Michael to play videogames like Minecraft or animal crossing and is proud to say that they did a good job at teaching him how to play. After they were done playing games and hanging out the couple crawled into bed together and drifted off to sleep, well, at least Y/n did, Michael couldn’t sleep, he wanted to see what Y/n had been working on that he didn’t want him to see yet, he didn’t want to snoop and ruin the surprise, he knew it was something for him, and for their anniversary, he wouldn’t forget something like that, so he kept trying all night to fall asleep but just couldn’t. By the time it was morning, Michael hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep.

When Y/n woke, Michael was asleep, normally he was awake first but he must have been exhausted so Y/n let him sleep in, deciding to get up and continue work on the painting. Crawling out of the shared bed to head to the kitchen and grab the supplies they cleaned off the day before, heading downstairs and into the basement they unveiled the half-finished painting and began the routine they took before they started painting, playing their music a lot quieter this time so as not to wake Michael, and continued their work. Looking at the painting, Y/n pictured more of what they wanted to add, the painting was a view of Michael’s back, his head slightly turned to the left, facing his undamaged wing, both wings spread wide, the canvas was rather large, Y/n continued to add more details to the wings, deeming Michael’s body and head well detailed already, maybe a few more details in the hair but that’s it. They did their best to make his wings look as treasured as they should be, deciding to add some beautiful shades of gold in the highlighted areas of feathers, mixing beautifully into the detail of the dark feathers, adding some of that gold into his hair as well, Y/n thought that the piece was missing something more. Y/n took a piece of paper off of their desk and crumpled it up, using it on a test piece of canvas so as not to ruin what they were doing, they decided they didn't like that and tested a more splatter effect on the spare canvas, they liked that more and globbed a mix of dark blue and black onto a big brush and splattered that onto the canvas edges, the blue and black blended nicely and really finished the piece. Y/n deemed the painting done and added his signature and the date onto the back, along with a little message for Michael, “Your flaws are what make you perfect to me.” Y/n read it over and thought it sounded cheesy, but the words were true, Michael was perfect to Y/n. Y/n covered it up, and it was perfect timing too, it was the day of their anniversary, the door to the basement had opened and Michael started to descend the stairs, Y/n already covered up the painting, and turned off their music, “Y/n, come on upstairs and eat some breakfast.” Michael said when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/n ran up to Michael and gave him a good-morning kiss, even though it was almost noon, and followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen, “So how's your little project coming along?” Michael asked as he handed Y/n some breakfast, Y/n gladly took it and sat down in their seat, “I finished it not too long ago,” Y/n responded, taking a few bites of their food, Michael doing the same, they ate in silence, happily enjoying the silent company, the window above the sink was open and you could hear the sound of birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves, it was rare when they would just sit and eat without talking to each other the whole time. Finsihing their food they did the dishes together and got ready for another comfy day in their home. It wasn’t too long after they were ready for their days that Y/n bolted into the basement and grabbed the painting, wrapped in the cloth that was hiding it from view, and brought it upstairs to finally show Michael their hard work.

Once they had ascended the stairs they immediately found Michael sitting on the couch in the living room, he was looking for something to watch on the tv, as some random show or movie played in the background as he searched. Y/n walked up to Michael from behind the couch and rested their chin on top of his head, the painting behind their back at this point. “Heyyyyyyy,” Y/n said, Michael smiled and stopped his searching, and placed the remote down next to him, moving his head to look at Y/n, who had a huge smile on their face. Y/n removed the covered painting from behind their back and handed it to Michael, waiting for him to take it from their hands, as Michael took the painting he began to uncover it and revealed his lovers' handiwork. Once Michael fully removed the paintings cover he was shocked by what he saw on the canvas, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this, his heart was swelling, even though Michael had a bad self-image due to his injury, he was happy that his lover thought he looked amazing enough to paint in that light, Michael went to put it down when Y/n said, “turn it around!” Michael did just that and was surprised by the cute little comment on the back, “That's so cheesy,” Michael chuckled, Y/n laughed a bit too, “I know, but hey, it’s true.” Michael set down the painting and pulled Y/n in for a kiss.

END.

[radioactive-dazey]

Currently going down my list of people to ask about OCs because they rbed my OCtober bingo card :3

Tell me of the OCs!

Oh god I got about a million of them. This is going to be long, but I had to infodump. I'm not even sorry.

CW: Suicidal ideologies and similar themes

I was going to talk about some OCs I made for my comic, but seeing as I think they're better suited to be introduced through that, I'll talk about some ocs I made for an abandoned project

You just gave me the opportunity to yap about them and their universe. I will probably never get around to doing anything with them, bc of other projects that take priority. But gosh! If money wasnt a problem, Id talk to a video game company about them!

We gotta start with Melanie.

Melanie is a college student who has had night terrors and sleep paralysis her whole life. She has hallucinations of shadowy creatures watching her from dark corners on the daily. One night she "breaks free" from her sleep paralysis and gets up to face one of the shadow creatures, but it slips away. She follows it and ends up in a hellish dimension, where she meets Candice.

Candice is a ghost, a poltergeist to be exact. She's very sweet, but a little gullible and very excitable. She doesn't remember her life before she came to this dimension, but every so often she gets glimpses into it. Nothing she sees has ever been very good, and it makes her really upset to remember any of it.

Part of the reason she's so trusting is because she doesn't remember who she is. She runs into this shadow demon named Whisp, and becomes incredibly close with her. Eventually Candice started living in this dusty laboratory she found, and she and Whisp stopped hanging out so much. Something about Whisp and the lab owner hating each other....

Candice has a bunch of ghost powers. She can pick up objects and mess with technology. If she feels strong emotions (intense anger for example,) the objects around her start flying around. She feels things very intensely so this tends to happen fairly often.

Candice finds out the lab is owned by Billius, my knock off bill cipher oc (basically after gravity falls ended me and my friend wrote stories of how we thought Bill would act at the end of weirdmaggedon.) Billius is a horribly depressed, angry, ex powerful demon who had all his powers stripped away after he tried to take over the entire hellscape. His punishment is to essentially live out a few millenias without his magic, which really sucks because this entire dimension relies on it to do everything.

The one thing they let him keep was invincibility and immortality. And he's um. Not happy about it, if you catch my drift.

Billius has thrown himself into studying "Earth magic." That is to say, science. His studies range from chemistry to computer science, but seeing as he has to rely on heavily outdated material (that, and he's not very good at following instructions) he tends to mess up a lot.

He doesn't like Candice very much. He finds her incredibly annoying. Ghosts aren't a common species in this dimension (not in his part of it, anyway), so for his entire existence he had no idea they were real. That is, until about a decade ago, his technology started going haywire and lab equipment started floating in the air. Billius thought he was going crazy and talked to his partner Argus about it. She broke the news his lab was being haunted, which he promptly laughed in her face over... Candice quickly introduced herself after.

Argus is a "political figure" in this world. I use the term political figure loosely. They're what people on Earth would call an angel, but she's very much a demon based on this universe's standards. They're one of the powerful beings that stripped Billius of his powers, and thought ":) wow. He's kind of pathetic. I like that in a guy" and they started to get to know each other while he was doing community service. She keeps Billius on the right track, and basically sprays him with water like a cat whenever he starts doing "bad things" again.

Gonna circle back. Candice and Billius had a one sided friendship for the longest time. Once Billius found out ghosts existed, he changed his studies to ghost biology. Candice became his lab rat, and he began running tests on her to figure out "how she works."

These tests were incredibly painful but Candice went along with it, because she fully trusted Billius. It wasn't until Argus + another oc (whom I will not be talking about as he's not my own oc, but in fact my friends oc) called him out on his bullshit, that Candice realized "friends don't hurt friends"

Candice exploded. Argus, Billius, and the unnamed oc got to witness the full extent of her powers, and after they calmed her down (and cleaned up the lab) Billius swore to her he'd stop using her as a lab rat. Candice was distant with him for the longest time after, but they're okay now! Truely!

Now lets talk about Whisp :]

Whisp is a shadow demon. Their job is to essentially gain power (magic, energy, etc) through fear from other dimensions. They haunt people who are more suseptible to their influences. It's a relatively outdated occupation, but there are a few like Whisp who get some sort of kick out of it.

At one point, Whisp haunted Candice, back when she was a human. She'd whisper (get it??) horrible intrusive thoughts into Candice head. And unfortunately, Candice acted on them. Whisp convinced Candice to commit suicide when she was twenty years old. At that point, Whisp learned she gained far more power by absorbing energy through death, and later found out it didn't just stop at humans. It worked on other demons, too.

Nobody knows Whisp is responsible for Candice's death. Whisp was the very first person Candice came across in this dimension. Candice still trusts her with her full being, not realizing the "familiarity" she feels about Whisp is a huge warning sign.

After Melanie ended up in this hellscape with no way to return home, she's relying on Candice, Billius, Argus, and the unnamed oc to bring her home. And if they gotta go through the 7 layers of hell, so be it

Edit: for people playing the game

Candice: red

Billius: yellow

Argus: pink/purple

Whisp: black

Melanie: orange

[airi-p4]

JATP AU: Everlasting musical connection - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Epilogue

Julie and the Phantoms x Lukanette AU

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TW: check AO3 for the tags ( !!! )

Chapter summary:

Marinette and the Phantoms spend their last moments together before the ghosts have to cross over... But Marinette is not willing to give up yet.

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AO3

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CHAPTER 5

After the concert, Marinette told Alya to cover for her as she wanted to spend the last hours the Phantoms had left in the lifer's world, purposely omitting the red moon spell talk. Alya agreed and said her goodbyes to them- adding a knowing thank you for having kept their promise to her.

Luka had insisted they shouldn't try the spell out, not trusting Felix. Marinette didn't agree, but she didn't push it. She didn't want to fight when they didn't have much time left... They kept the topic under the lid, as if it never happened…

Under the moonlight by the river-side, the band found themselves stargazing, waiting for the time to come. So much to remember- so much yet unsaid…

"The full moon is so bright tonight…" Marinette commented. “It almost looks as if she is saying goodbye to you, too. Maybe that's where you'll go when you cross over… Or maybe Mars or some other planet!"

"No way, Marinette!" Luka laughed. "You want us to become martians now?" He mimicked an alien voice and everyone laughed. "It would be nice to see you from up there, though…" he added, melancholic.

“I would become an astronaut if that meant I could meet you again!” Marinette grinned. The Phantoms laughed at her cuteness.

“I would love that so much,” Luka said.

When Marinette let out a sound he recognized as the one she usually made when looking for how to answer, he realized he put too much of his honest feelings in his last statement, so he changed the topic. "Are you ok about Rose, Juleka?"

The question surprised the long-haired ghost. She stared at the unicorn pin that now rested on the palm of her hand. "There's nothing I can do. She's gone. She protected me and all of us… I hope what we did was enough to avenge her so she's happy wherever she is now… It would be nice if I end up with her after crossing over. I don't want to part ways with her…"

"Letting go isn't easy, right…?" Marinette spoke without thinking, leaving Luka with his eyes opened and Juleka and Ivan exchanging knowing smiles.

"You sound like you have someone specific in mind…" Juleka teased.

"What!? I- I don't- I- I just love you guys!" she shyly answered and they went ‘Awww’ at her.

"You weren't thinking of love, then?" Juleka teased and Marinette blushed at the question.

“What about Adrien? He’s cute and he likes you,” Luka asked, bottling his emotions inside. ‘Plus he’s alive…’

Marinette took a blow at his words. Did he really think…? She gulped before answering. “Well- It’s true I used to like Adrien, but I don’t anymore. I already rejected him when he confessed a while ago.” That part momentarily shocked the Phantoms. “He’s not the one I want. I always want the impossible...” She sighed, looking at the moon.

“Really?” Luka asked, incredulous. “Then whoever that person is, they must be an idiot. You’re the most extraordinary girl I’ve ever met, Marinette. I can’t ever imagine anyone turning you down.”

Juleka and Ivan shared a secretive smile, and Marinette turned her head to look at Luka’s face. He was staring at the moon reflected on the water while humming. She couldn’t be sure if the red light on his cheeks was due to the moonlight or if he was blushing, but she was certain he was the reason her face burned.

“What if...” she started, and Luka turned to her, staring at her eyes in equal expectation and adoration as hers, but in what he convinced himself was unreasonable yet unstoppable hope. “What if that person was-”

A sudden alarm startled them.

5 minutes to 2AM.

'Already?’ Marinette lamented.

“Marinette, don't tell me you…” Luka whispered.

“I'm sorry, guys, but I can't not try the spell out. Let’s do this," Marinette finally said, hiding her trembling and fears while standing up. The Phantoms shared uncertain looks between them, but it was Luka who voiced their concerns.

“Are you sure, Marinette? You know it could be a trap… I don't think we're worth the risk…”

“You're worth it! More than worth it! I don't want to part ways with you, and if there is the slightest chance, then… We’ll never know if we don’t try…”

Marinette wasn’t convinced either. Felix was a trickster. A liar. But she knew what she was about to lose. And she didn’t want to give up without pulling a fight. The clock marked a few seconds before 2AM… “Here I go…” She inhaled deeply. “Kwamis, release the magic,” she said when the clock hit the right time. The moon glowed bright red over them. “Kwamis, release the magic,” she repeated. “Kwamis-”

“-release the magic,” the Phantoms joined in unison.

Three times.

The spell was completed.

Did it work?

There was a second of silence before Marinette leaned over to look at Luka’s wrist. It glowed brighter than before, now in red instead of teal. Too bright to see if the countdown was still there. Could it be-?

Out of a sudden, a blinding flash and a sound interrupted Marinette’s thoughts from behind, and they quickly turned to the source of the new panting voice.

“Oh, dear… So you really did try it out.” An evil laugh followed said voice.

“Felix!? How did you escape!?” the band gasped, and stood up to face him. The Phantoms glared at the magician and moved to cover Marinette from the evil ghost that had just appeared in front of them.

“Wow, wow! What an unfriendly welcome!” He smirked, his arms opened ironically.

“No! Then… the spell was-” Marinette fell on her knees, trembling, and Felix's smile widened evilly.

“You really underestimated me… I'm a magician… I have my own tricks and powers under my sleeves…”

“But you’re not supposed to be able to leave the hotel! We trapped you there! How?” Marinette demanded.

“You forgot the curse was originally created by ME… And let’s say the red moon turned out to be a great ally tonight… Plus your friend Rose… You shouldn’t have let me touch that hairpin. I owned her soul. I can use her and her possessions as I please.” He laughed, proudly.

“You've tricked us!” Ivan yelled, and Juleka's fists clenched tightly.

“Oh dear… so much aggression… I’m just here to say goodbye to my ghost friends… How ungrateful.” His raspy voice gave them shivers.

“Ungrateful!?” Juleka growled. Her nails were sinking to her skin. “After everything you’ve done to us!? To Rose!?”

“Oh, I did nothing except give you a generous offer…” He smirked. “Same with Rose. The difference is she actually accepted it instead of fighting it back. Stupidly, I must add.” He shrugged, amused.

“You killed her, you bastard!” Juleka had her punch ready, but Luka stopped her.

"Oh- my! No one can kill what's already dead, dear..." Felix commented. "I just kept our pact rules."

Juleka was growling, stopped only by Ivan's strong arms holding her still.

“Enough! Stop playing with us and tell us why you are here in truth!” Luka asked aggressively. He was standing in front of Marinette, covering her as she trembled. “If you touch even one of Marinette’s hairs I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He laughed. “You can do nothing against me. You won’t catch me unprepared again. See? I can paralyze you anytime.” He snapped his fingers, whispering 'venom,' and all of a sudden the ghost's bodies froze. They tried to free themselves, but could do nothing but watch as he stepped closer. “Another benefit of the red moon." He laughed. "It’s useless to resist. I have other ‘tricks’ if you want to try my patience.”

“Let them go!” Marinette yelled and Felix looked back at her. His lips curled playfully.

“Don’t you dare touch Marinette or I swear I’ll destroy you!” Luka screamed.

Felix laughed evilly at his reaction. “My, my! How unfortunate… A ghost falling in love with a lifer… Poor boy... Good thing you’ll soon cross over and won’t have to suffer from impossible love anymore.”

Luka glared at Felix, growling in absolute wrath and Marinette’s heart skipped a beat in hope. ‘Love?’ The magician laughed again when he passed beside Luka, and Marinette gasped when he planted himself in front of her. She didn’t have time to think before he grabbed her arm, picking her up from the floor. “Ah!”

He was touching her. He wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. Yet he was. She gasped again in horror.

“Now, now… Should I make her cross over too so you don’t have to say goodbye, or will you give me what I want willingly?” he asked.

“Let her go!” “Don’t touch her!” “Leave her alone!” The ghosts yelled, unable to break the paralyzing spell.

“W- What do you want!?” Marinette demanded, challenging. “If you hurt my friends I’m going to make sure you’re the one who crosses over!” Where she got the courage was a mystery to her, but she continued. “Let them go or you’ll regret it!”

“Oh, my… What a brave girl…“ His smile widened. “And what do you plan to do? Do you really think I haven’t learned my lessons?” His glacial voice gave her shivers. “I still don’t know why you can see us, but I have a feeling you may have something I’ve been looking for for a long time…” Felix raised his hand and touched one of her pigtails.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!” Luka shouted.

“Shhh… Your turn will come too, patience…” His evil laugh rang close to Marinette’s ears. His hand slid down her hair, his fingers around her neck… and then, he forced her mouth to open. She knew what came next: possession. "Let's find out what's the secret behind your mysterious powers…"

“No- Luka, help me!” she yelled in a final desperate cry. And darkness came next. Luka shut his eyes as tightly as he could.

‘Marinette, no!’

[khaicrafts]

This was something he had been putting off for awhile. Ever since he arrived in this new timeline, he did not want to really investigate his alternate self. He knew that he'd still ended up with Issac, but everything else? He'd left that a mystery. It didn't matter...

That was before the last few weeks. His adventures had managed to puncture through the idealistic version of himself that preferred to ignore negative emotions and personal pain. It was Winter that suggested maybe it was time to finally unravel how life had been in this thread of history.

He rummaged through his cabin and managed to find an old leatherbound journal. That...was something new. He remembered having a live journal back in the day but he never actually penned anything unless it was for a project or an assignment.

He ended up in his bed to read through the pages as his alternate self seemed to mention brief notes and insight into how different things were.

History diverted when he was taken away from his mom following her nearly fatally, harming him. Rather than being taken in by a foster family as a teenager, he was stuck in the group home, watching others be taken in by families. The resentment and feeling of abandonment rooted deep in his soul. He was tired of being burned.

Brief mentions of 'taking what the world wouldn't give him' concluded in being sentenced to juvenile detention after several larceny charges. Locked away in his adolescence, he started developing his intellect. It wasn't until he was fully free around his 21st birthday when he could get back on his feet with a job working at a shop repairing electronics. He felt trapped in and at a dead end. Like life was squandered barely getting by every day.... until the call came and he was taken to camp.

'And he was the only person who truly saw for who I wanted and could be, not for the guy that life broke me down to. I always assumed death would get me early, I never knew his son would capture my heart '

A brief insert jotted down on a page referring to Issac. In spine of those pages was a short strip, a few squares of Issac and Khai making goofy faces in a photo booth. Whatever the extra pain this iteration of Khairi Dior felt had it balanced and experienced genuine love when he established a relationship with Issac Brooks. It was like his Issac said; they were always meant to find each other somehow...

But he still needed to take a trip. Khai closes the journal as he remembers the interaction he had with his mother in the dream of his Path journey. He was led to accept her as a part of himself rather than the villain that made him afraid of truly opening up and establishing meaningful bonds in the past.

His intrigue on how she was doing led to him taking a pegasai to Sacramento to his old neighborhood. He walked down the street, face obscured by a hoodie as he walked across the street from his old residence. He was expecting her to be dead. Part of him honestly wanted it, but to his surprise, he witnessed that she was flourishing. She wasn't at all how he remembered. She looked healthy. Happy. The house was in far better shape, almost like it was completely renovated. The thing that took him by surprise the most?

When she greeted a man parking in the driveway and stepping out of the SUV. They both embraced and kissed. Both had rings on their fingers. The bittersweet stinger was the excited cry of a child running out from the home to embrace the two.

"Daddy! Mommy and me made brownies! You gotta try some!" Khai overheard the little boy yell. The child slightly resembled him from when he was little; she had another child? They looked like a happy family, too. The one thing Khai had always longed for when he was growing up...

His fists clenched briefly before they relaxed. The threat of fire flickering from his hands only ended in whisps of smoke on the evening breeze. No...he couldn't be completely angry at her. If anything, he had to have some satisfaction that her life improved, just like his did. He had a family now. He had also found love.

"Take care, Momma." He whispers before walking off in the opposite direction.

"Mommy, that guy has a Sonic the Hedgehog jacket! Awesome!" He heard his apparent little brother shout. Khai felt the eyes on him, but he'd acknowledge the little guy with a wave of his hand before pocketing it back into aforementioned Sonic hoodie.

He continued his strides towards the park a couple blocks away and sits on the bench. Once again, emotionally drained. He let his teary gaze stare out into the horizon of the sunset. It was not as beautiful as being on the coast of Italy with his partner, but it was the end the a day and he took those diminishing beams of sunlight as a promise of better ones to come along with the hardships.

With those hardships, at least he wasn't alone anymore.

[beauthief]

"Happy Birthday Haru."

Whisp of cold air leaves the girl as the quiet words leave her. Seafoam eyes can barely look toward the other, staying fixed on the seedlings wrapped within careful gift box. Roses were a befitting flower in Hifumi's mind, perfect for the girl that stood before her.

"I wish I could do more than just this but, well..." For a moment the leader of the phantom thieves, the steadfast queen and commander.... lowers her guard. There was no sense in hiding what was already known.

Togo Hifumi is neither inflatable nor indestructible, the previous months strife she caused, the interrogation room and her escape from it... All it it had broken any image of poise that most would have expected her to have. Only so many bruises can be covered up from make up and emotional damage would take time still.

She knew better of that now.

"Once everything is over, I promise to make up for this." And yet despite it, it is not with a look of defeat but a weak smile that Hifumi offers Haru. Lowering the veil was hard but was something she deserved. Hifumi's honestly. "I had hoped to actually grow them and present you with them rather than just the seedlings...."

"Devotion... is a gift all on itself after all and I never want to take it for granted ever again. "

Haru's birthday was always cold. The temperature outside freezing and snowy while the festivities inside weren't much better. Yes presents lied the walls of her room, extravagant gifts from acquaintances and strangers alike that would make any man with even an inkling of greed in their heart turn green with envy. But these gifts did nothing to warm Haru's heart. Often they left her more frigid then the very air outside did. This year had thus proven no different.

Despite the death of her father there was no lack of gifts this year. Again her room was filled with finery hidden beneath glittering packages. Many gift tags still had her fathers name on them. Yet she knew he could not have gotten them for her. He was far too busy, he cared far too little. It left her to question how long had it been since her father had bought her a gift? Could she even remember a time when he had? Thus the first frost of her heart set in.

She opted to spend as little time at home as she could this birthday. The constant stream of gifts from people only looking to take from her wore on her quickly. She needed an escape from it and soon. So she went for the one place that had felt warmest this time of year, Leblanc. Despite all that had happened with the death of her father, the revelation that she'd been used as a pawn once more, the capture of Hifumi, all of it, she still felt safest in that small coffee shop at the backstreets of Yongen-Jaya.

Outside the cafe in the frozen air she was greeted by her dearest leader, Hifumi Togo. A quiet birthday wish leaves her were it not for the hushed sound of the backstreets her voice would have been lost. A carefully wrapped gift box sits in her hands and Haru believes it is the most beautifully wrapped gift she has ever seen. It doesn't glitter or shine like those at home. But in her hands, no in her heart, it feels warm.

She unties the ribbon careful as not to drop it and opens the top of the box to see the potted plant inside. Small green seedlings in dark earth smiles up at her contrasting amongst the wintry white of the world around them. A small gasp escapes her, she feels heat behind her eyes as though tears are threatening to form. "Hifumi..."

She falls silent so as to listen to Hifumi and smiles. Hifumi was no longer simply Haru's leader and Haru was no longer simply Hifumi's follower. With this gift between ready to grow and blossom into something beautiful, it finally felt as though they were more then that. They were equals and they were friends. Haru steps forward putting the gift so it rests in both their hands, keeping her earthy brown eyes locked with Hifumi's oceanic green. "They're perfect, Fumi-chan. As seedlings we can grow them together and they'll grow even bigger and stronger and lovelier then any rose bush that's ever been planted."

The cold surrounding Haru seems to melt away and suddenly it feels as though summer has come.

[strawberry-spectre]

Kieran Valentine Analysis

I love Valentine so damn much because although everything we know abt him is so limited he's still such an interesting character with so much depth. (buckle in cuz this a long one-) (￣y▽,￣)╭

The way he kept stealing love because he thought that's what he was suppose to do caused by his struggle between his sense of morality and what he felt compelled to do is always so interesting to me. Even more so since the reasons for this type of struggle could be caused by a feeling of dissatisfaction with his own life. It makes sense because in his diary, esp May 3rd, it implies that the only reason he was stealing love was to fit in and his lack of identity as an emotional vampire. I find it interesting however, that he wrote 'I thought that's what emotional vampires were supposed to do', does that mean he came to that conclusion himself or was he influenced by other, more expeirenced vampires? Maybe he saw how some of the blood drinking vampires took as much blood from their victims as they wished without feeling guilty about it and applied that to his situation? Maybe he wasn't shown any better way so he took what he could and ran with it? Another thing is how he wrote 'But I was just a real pain in the fang to everyone and made a fool of myself'. While it obviously is talking about the Drac 1600th event I wonder if he has also felt this way before that? Like 400, 600, even 1000 years ago? Also, if he knows internally, all along that what he was doing was wrong, how did he feel when he saw that shelf of broken heart trophy collection? In the movie he was pretty smug about it but what if it's another facade?

This is a pretty far fetched theory but what if those 3 gigachad clouds are the physical embodiments of Valentine's thoughts and expectations he has for himself? I mean some of the symbolisms that clouds carry are:

burdens

secrets (like an invisible message)

emotions (how fitting-)

difficult times

Of course clouds also have positive symbolisms like transition, which is kinda funny because once he started to realise what he was doing, and chose to change his ways, those clouds also disappeared. And if those clouds are the embodiments of his expectations then it makes sense why they always follow Valentine around, always says something that compliments what Val says, and why Val always seems to be putting on a performance when they're around (its a subtle difference but it's there).

And now Valentine is healing from all of that, I really love how he runs into trouble along the way but manages to fix it because it's so realistic and I love it sm. I also love how even after he realises what love really is, makes atrempts to better himself, make it up to the people he's hurt and meet a new friend (Spelldon), he still has those days where he's depressed (I was tempted to stay in my room today and treat myself to a monstrous blue funk), but he still chooses to make the decision of walking aimlessly instead of staying in his room. Like bros better than I could ever be and it shows how the path to healing isnt just 'boom I'm happy I'm fine' but rocky and filled with ups and downs.

When he met Whisp, he tried to use his wishes to solve his problems for him but it didn't work. Because you can't just fix all your problems and pretend like it never happened, you have to accept it and try to be better. Just a little analysis on this one sentence ''I've never had a friend like her, and once my last wish is granted, the lantern will move on, and I will probably never see her again''. It feels strangely depressing in a way that I can't explain, esp the 'the lantern will move on, and I will probably never see her again'. Is this implying that Valentine was afraid that Whisp would forget him? Or maybe that he sees Whisp as better than him and will succeed in becoming a better monster while he sees his attempts as futile? I think that Valentine was afraid that Whisp was simply doing her job and didn't see him as a friend (even tho thats not true), so could this be a sign that he's still struggling with insecurity with his self-worth? I mean it's only been like 3 months but still-

Like I think the reason why I love him sm is because he's such a deep character with the 5 bits of info we got on him and I see so much of myself in him :,)) I honestly don't think any of this was planned by the MH team and it was a 'oh haha it fits' thing but still (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) And I love how Valentine ends his diary with "Yes, Mother, I'm talking to myself down here." like bro canonically talks to himself he's so me (✿◕‿◕✿)

watch this flop lmao

[amaya-writes]

Heyaaa! 👋😆

I saw you've gotten to 2k already and I'm so proud! 🥳😊 Can I request Fuegoleon (Black Clover) x reader in a arranged marriage AU? 🥺

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: thank you and I hope you like it!

Warnings: betrothal, arranged marriage,

Characters involved: Fuegoleon Vermillion

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The Vermillion palace rejoiced with celebrations for the day's events. But for once their cheers bought you more distress than joy.

"You don't look happy."

You didn't have to turn to know it was Fuegoleon who had decided to join you on the balcony.

After all, he was the only one brave enough to sneak away from the celebrations of your betrothal to seek out the person lucky enough to be destined to join the Vermillion family.

His words carried a lilt of emotion you couldn't quite place as he shuffled towards you, however, there was no mistaking the tight frown on his lips. One so unbecoming to the perfect ruby robes he had been forced to dress up in; a get-up that perfectly matched your own.

"Is the idea of our marriage that depressing?"

A scoff escaped your lips at the question, for his query only paid homage to the obliviousness of your husband-to-be.

"I wouldn't know. It is not I who holds qualms for this arrangement."

"Whatever do you mean?"

This time, you couldn't stop yourself from turning to finally face the man you had all but avoided for the entire night.

Fuegoleon looked stunning. And so did you.

Why wouldn't you when you were celebrating one of the happiest moments of your life?

You were to marry the man you loved. The man you had pined after for years even as you tried to hide your adoration in attempts to salvage your friendship.

But he didn't love you back.

The realization had your gaze falling on the gold embroidery tailored across his top, something so intricate it allowed you to distract yourself enough to reply.

"Do you want to marry me, Fuegoleon?"

Your question had him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion even as he answered.

"I wouldn't have agreed to this arrangement if I didn't-"

"I'm not talking about political gain!"

The sudden volume of your voice startled the redhead enough to have him take a small step back, however, you were far too lost in your thoughts to notice as you finally voiced your true concerns.

"I love you, Fuegoleon. Not just as a friend or a hero or someone I held dear. I love you. Like someone who wants to marry you."

His ruby lips parted at your words, however, he didn't dare utter a single word lest he risked cutting you off.

"But you do not love me. You are simply doing this for your family and while I understand your sentiments I don't think I can survive a loveless marriage with the one I love."

This time, Fuegoleon's silence was enough of an answer. For it told you everything you had suspected, everything that you had dreaded coming to terms with.

But you meant what you said, and couldn't help but quickly turn to the side and try and take your leave.

Try. For you were quickly tugged to a stop by a sudden hand wrapping around your wrist.

"You are so foolish, my love."

The sudden petname had you whirling on the spot to once again face Fuegoleon, however, this time you were met by the sight of a wide smile as bright as diamonds, one that awfully contrasted your frowns.

"Do you really think a Vermillion like me would allow the king to force me into marriage for political gain? That my sister wouldn't turn the palace over at the mere thought of it?"

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the thought of the famous Vermillion lioness known for her anger, but kept quiet as Fuegoleon continued.

"I love you. I have loved you for years yet was too foolish to notice your own feelings and instead desperately turned to my family for assistance."

His hand shifted from your wrist to cup your cheek, an action that made you suddenly very aware of the warmth flooding through your skin.

"I thought it was you who was against this marriage."

"But I'm not."

The words were barely above a whisper, yet loud enough for Fueguleon to hear you, especially with the way he was leaning down towards you.

Butterflies ran rampant in your stomach as you felt his other hand drop to your waist to pull you in closer, but you weren't given a moment to dwell over them, not when he was now so awfully close.

The Vermillion palace rejoiced with celebrations for the day's events.

But this time, as his lips met yours, the newly betrothed couple couldn't help but join in.