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Forget Me - Chapter 1: Even After All This Time

Ship: Gelphie (Wicked)

Rating: E (Omegaverse smut)

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

It's been three years since Elphaba left Galinda in the Emerald City--three years of barely surviving, barely managing to stave off her heat. But now, her luck has run out, and her only option is to find the Alpha that Marked her all those years ago--her Alpha. or Alternative post-Stuck Safe where Defying Gravity still happens. Set post-intermission.

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Author's Notes:

This fic brought to you by parentheses because holy wow did I go a little overboard with them. And also thanks to @divorcedmoonlight for bribing convincing me to push this chapter to the top of my list over the three others I’m already working on lmao. PLEASE NOTE this is a very very angsty fic where Defying Gravity still happens after the events of Stuck Safe. I am not considering this true canon for the Stuck Safe verse. I still plan on writing oneshots/future fics where literally none of this happens so please don’t fret—i’ve had this doc (affectionately) titled “Stuck Safe Dark Timeline” and that’s exactly what it is, so just think of it as an alternate to the actual stuck-safe-future canon. I just can’t keep from writing canon divergences of my own fics apparently. (tl;dr: gelphie will still get their babies in the countryside, just probably not in this particular story) Chapter and story title from Forget Me by Lewis Capaldi! With all that said, enjoy some angsty reunion smut <3

It starts out of desperation.

Elphaba has just barely been able to manage her cycle since becoming Oz's Wicked Witch. She'd stretch out whatever little supply of suppressants she did have, and when her heat would finally catch up to her, she'd get lucky—she'd come across a pharmacy she could break into, a doctor she could persuade (after disguising herself a considerate amount). There'd been one time when she'd found another actual Omega and—guiltily, knowing first-hand how difficult they could be to come across—swiped some, leaving a few coins in their place. As long as she caught it early enough, her heat would end before it had truly begun, and she'd repeat the process for months at a time.

Apparently, her luck only lasted about three years.

It's been days now, since her heat started, and there's been no trace of Omega suppressants anywhere. Her body seems to be seeking revenge for its poor treatment, as the symptoms struck her quickly and harshly. She’d barely had any warning before the cramps started.

When she first attempts to take care of it herself, like she had in her Shiz dorm room what feels like a lifetime ago, she tries her damnedest not to think of blonde hair, brown eyes, that scent of vanilla and caramel—because she can't have it, because she can't have her without putting both of them in danger, without risking the new life she knows her Alpha has built in the Emerald Palace.

(And she is still her Alpha, will always be her Alpha, no matter the time or distance between them. That is a truth that will be as forever ingrained in the fabric of Elphaba’s heart as it is in the scar that lies in the dip between her neck and shoulder. It’s a painful truth, but it’s all she has left to hold onto.)

And so she can't help it, and the thoughts come unbidden, and the mating Mark on her neck burns as she comes desperately around her own fingers.

Of course, it doesn't work, part of her knows it will never work, but still she tries—again and again. Four fingers are nothing compared to the feeling of her Alpha's knot, nails digging into her Mark do not equate to her Alpha's mouth on her skin.

She comes, and comes, until she reaches the point where nothing can bring her over that edge anymore.

(She misses her so much. Memories echo in her ears—a sweet, high voice turned desperate.

I could make you stay, her Alpha had said.

But you won’t, she’d replied.

And it’s not just because of her heat, it’s not, because Elphaba has wished every Oz-damned day since she left that her Alpha had dared—for once—to order her around.)

And Oz, the pain.

At first, the pain comes and goes in waves, sometimes briefly—but mildly, never completely—sated by an orgasm. But the fifth day turns the cramps to an all-encompassing ache, one that brings tears to her eyes.

Elphaba hasn't cried in years, she hasn't allowed herself. So, once the first drop falls, a torrent of emotions comes with it that has her sobbing as loudly as she dares, curled up on the floor of the abandoned building she's holed up in.

She occasionally, briefly, thinks of another option: she knows there are brothels she could find. She knows, logically, that all she would need to end this torture is one night spent beneath someone else; she wouldn’t even need an Alpha, necessarily, just someone with the right tools and knowledge to trick her body into feeling sated. But the thought of anyone except her Alpha on top of her, inside her, filling her whether it be with a knot or a hand or some other device—well, combined with the cramps, it's enough to make her retch. Her Mark pulses sharply at the unwanted image in her brain, her body shivers with revulsion, and she knows that is not a true option.

Elphaba has to find her.

(She’s hated herself ever since she left, but the shame she feels at the fact that it’s this that makes her return, it’s this, of all things, that breaks her resolve to stay away—well, she’s never loathed herself more.)

She can barely stay on the broom, head foggy with the haze of pain, but she flies for over an hour. It's impossible to ignore the pressure between her legs, and the wind stinging her eyes makes it difficult to see into the many windows of the Palace.

She finally catches the sight of blonde curls and nearly falls from the sky at the pulse of wanting that wracks through her body.

She crashes onto the balcony—and it's truly crashing, not graceful in the slightest as she tumbles and lands on her side. The pain emanating from her lower stomach distracts her from the pain of the fall. She swears that, even from outside the closed glass doors, she can smell that vanilla-caramel scent, and it has her absolutely throbbing between her legs. She is barely able to make it to her knees, arms wrapped around herself in pain.

Her vision is hazy, and she can't see any movement in her peripheral vision. She's doubled over, biting her lip to keep from groaning, and hopes to Whoever is listening that she's truly found the right room, that nobody but her Alpha has heard her clumsy arrival.

Then, after what feels like hours but has probably been merely a few clock-ticks, the light shifts in front of her—the balcony doors open.

She peers upwards through her tears, sees a figure cast in shadow standing in the doorway. That scent is definitely real now, vanilla and caramel wafting over her. She swallows down a sob and just barely manages to croak out:

"Glinda?"

***

Glinda hates the life she’s built in the Emerald Palace.

And she does go by Glinda, now, to everyone in Oz. It hadn’t been her idea; Morrible had said that Glinda the Good rolled off the tongue more pleasingly, and at the time, she hadn’t been strong enough to argue. She’d thought, back then, that maybe it would be nice, to have this small piece of Elphie wherever she went, this constant reminder of the Omega she’d lost to the skies.

(She’d been so, so wrong. It ached—still aches—every time, just like her Mark did and continues to do every time it’s plastered and hidden with makeup, hidden because the citizens of Oz will love her more if she still “appears available.” Galinda Upland is damaged, heartbroken,abandonedgoods, and that won’t appeal to the masses, so Glinda the Good is the virginal, chaste Alpha dutifully waiting for the perfect prince or princess to come along.

Perpetuating the lie, acting along—she does it so well—and hearing her Omega’s name for her in every voice but the right one? It makes her sick.)

It’s been long enough now—has been for nearly two years, apparently—that Morrible has been pushing the topic of her finding a Mate.

“Bites can be remade,” she says. “Really, you can claim as many others as you’d like, no one would blame you for keeping your options open. It’s a shame you let that one bite you back.”

“The people would adore an Emerald City heir,” she says. “If it’s women you prefer, I’m sure there’s no shortage willing to mate with you.”

“Or what of that Winkie Prince?” she says. “Ozians love him; you’d be the most adored couple in history. I know he’s an Alpha, but there would surely be so many volunteers for surrogacy.”

Morrible says, and says, and says, and it all makes Glinda utterly nauseous with fury. She denies and distracts and excuses it all away, but she knows that there will come a time when Morrible will no longer give her a choice.

She already tried to take that choice away, once. Glinda can’t prove it, but it’s the only thing that makes sense—she’d been taking her suppressants as always, and yet she’d gone into rut just when the Wizard had decided to throw a ball to which all of Oz’s finest maidens and bachelors had been invited. Morrible had denied replacing her suppressants with placebos, of course, but there was no other explanation Glinda could think of, as without her Omega around, nothing should have randomly triggered her rut.

She’d been encouraged to attend the ball, to find a partner with whom she could satisfy her needs, because Glinda the Good would have an untold number of willing participants if she’d only travel downstairs to the ballroom. And if she were to find a Mate in the process, well, that would just be icing on the proverbial cake.

She’d denied, of course. She’d stayed sheltered and locked in her room for nearly a week—a long, miserable week of painful orgasms and painful heartache and burning tears and wishing more than anything that she had just gotten on that damn broom.

(But she hadn’t, and so she was and continues to be alone. She fears she will be—no, she’s resolved to be—alone for the rest of her days. She tells herself that her dreams of blonde-haired, green-skinned children running around the Gillikin countryside are as good as dead, a life no longer possible.)

So, when something—someone—crashes onto her balcony after three years alone in the Emerald City, it seems much too good to be true.

The sound is alarming, at first, of course—you’d be alarmed, too, at a loud, sudden noise outside your balcony doors when it was nearly the thirteenth hour. When Glinda sees a hunched figure, however, one that is clearly a person, she knows immediately who it has to be, as only one person would be able to reach a balcony this high.

Well. The hat gives it away, too.

Glinda’s heart thumps heavily in her chest as she moves to open the balcony doors. She’s moving more slowly than she means to, as if time has stilled or the air has become thicker. Part of her wants to leap for joy at the idea that her Elphie has returned to her, and yet another part is terrified of what she’s going to find on the other side of the glass.

She opens the doors and nearly collapses as she is suddenly surrounded by the sharp smell of cedar and pine and crisp winter air—her Omega.

Her Omega in heat.

Elphaba has landed hard, as that horrendible broom has tumbled to the edge of the balcony. Glinda takes in the sight of her—hunched over on her knees, arms wrapped around her middle, that same hat and cloak Glinda had given her what feels like a lifetime ago that are now tattered and filthy from years on the run. Her face is thinner, and she seems smaller beneath all the black layers than she had when she’d left.

(I could make you stay, Glinda had said, desperation causing her to grasp for any option that would keep them together.

But you won’t, Elphie had said, and she’d been right. Glinda would never abuse her Status, use her Alpha tone of voice to order Elphie into doing something she didn’t want to do.

She also, apparently—stupidly—wouldn’t leave with her, either.)

It all feels unreal, impossible, and Glinda briefly thinks she’s fallen asleep without realizing, that this is just one of many, many dreams she’s had over the years where Elphie reappears.

But then, not-possibly-Elphie looks up at her, flushed and feverish, and calls out her name.

Glinda?

And oh, it is her Elphie, because no other voice could bring Glinda to her knees as this one has right now. That low voice she’s longed and ached to hear is filled with exhaustion, with torment, with need, and Glinda is next to her because there is nothing else she could possibly do, no other option exists in this moment.

“Elphie?” she breathes, as though she still cannot believe it. But she reaches out a hand and cups a green cheek and Elphaba Thropp is real, really here, kneeling on her balcony and exuding heady pheromones that already have Glinda stiffening between her legs. Elphaba clutches desperately at the hand now on her face and presses it close, inhaling deeply at her wrist. It sends a throb of want through Glinda’s body, shooting up her spine in a way she hasn’t felt in years.

She’s dragging Elphie to her before she can stop herself.

Their lips collide in a frantic mess, hands roaming and grasping wherever they can reach to pull each other impossibly closer. Elphaba is quickly crawling into her lap, straddling her hips and grinding down against her. Both of them gasp into the kiss, and their teeth clack together as their tongues find each other. Glinda feels hands pulling at her hair and wet heat pressing against her through her nightgown and groans, the sound feeling foreign as it leaves her throat as it has been so long—

A pang of terror shoots through her heart at the thought of them being caught like this, and she pulls back from the kiss as much as she dares—she fears her heart will burst if she moves too far away. “You shouldn’t be here,” Glinda breathes without thinking, but it’s true. Her Elphie is not just Her Elphie, she is the Wicked Witch of the West, and as much as she has dreamed of this happening, it is so incredibly dangerous.

She regrets saying the words when Elphaba looks as if she’s been slapped across the face. Green fingers twitch in her hair. “I—I know,” she stammers breathily. “I’m sorry, my sweet, I’m so sorry to put you in danger like this—”

“Me?” Glinda interrupts incredulous. Realizing her voice has raised too loudly, she lowers it to hiss, “Me, in danger? Elphie, they will kill you if they find you here.”

Elphie opens her mouth as if to say something, but Glinda moves into action before she can. She glances back into her chambers to make sure no one has entered since she came out here—it’s rather late for one of the servant girls to randomly show up, but she can’t take any chances right now, not when it’s her love at risk. She reluctantly pushes Elphie off her lap and stands, pulling her Omega up with her. Remembering at the last moment to grab the broom, she drags Elphaba into her chambers and closes the balcony doors.

She lets go of Elphie—again, very reluctantly—and stuffs the broom into her closet to keep it out of sight should anyone happen to enter. Regarding that, though, she turns to wave a hand at the door, making the lock turn with a click. Then, with both hands out, she mutters an incantation she’s known since their Shiz days and is satisfied when the acoustics of her chambers are ever-so-slightly muted.

“Did you just…?” Elphie says from behind her.

“Silencing spell,” she says to answer the unfinished question. Glinda turns around to face her and just barely manages not to break down at seeing her once more, now fully bathed in light.

Elphaba sways a bit where she stands, eyes blown nearly black, arms wrapped around her stomach again. “O-oh.”

Glinda knows there must be questions swirling through Elphie’s head—Glinda was never able to do that spell on her own, back then. She supposes there must be things about Elphie that Glinda doesn’t know now, either. It aches in her chest, knowing that her Mate stands in front of her at long last and yet they are practically strangers to one another.

“Gone for years, and you come back because of your heat,” Glinda says, and it’s not a question. Elphaba winces, guilt marring her features, and it spurs forward something angry within Glinda. “Not because you missed me, not because you love me, but because you want me to fuck you.”

She nearly spits the words, heartache infusing every syllable. Elphaba shrinks further into herself at the sound, and Glinda wants to scream.

You left, she wants to yell. You left me here alone and now you can’t even admit the truth?

“My sweet, I’m here because I love you—I stay away because I love you,” Elphaba says pleadingly, like she’s begging for Glinda to believe her. When Glinda only scoffs, she continues, “You know as well as I that if Morrible or the Wizard knew you were even speaking to me—”

“I can handle myself,” Glinda snaps, though she knows what the Omega speaks is truth. She doesn’t realize that her voice slipped into Alpha territory until she hears Elphie whimper, sees her eyelids flutter as she leans forward subconsciously. Her stomach twists uneasily at the realization, and she tries her best to calm down.

“I—I couldn’t risk you. I tried to last without you,” Elphie confesses, blinking through the haze that must be clouding her mind. “I tried so damned hard to stay away, to keep you safe, but I couldn’t—I can’t—” her voice chokes on a sob as she grasps tighter at her stomach, knees wavering.

Glinda moves forward, instinctively reaching out to steady her, but she stops herself before making contact. Her erection throbs between her legs at the pheromones Elphaba is putting out. She is so, so angry—perhaps unrightfully so, but it’s there—and yet her chest still aches simultaneously with years-old heartbreak and the need to comfort her Omega.

Her Omega, who is right here in front of her, needy and wanting and in pain.

“Why are you here?” she tries again, making sure her voice is more neutral.

Elphaba meets her gaze, chest heaving as she tries to breathe through the cramps. “Because I need you,” she whines.

Glinda feels herself harden further at her Omega’s tone. “Need me for what?” she pushes, taking another step closer.

Elphaba’s breath hitches. “I need you to fuck me, Glinda.”

That sends a thrill tingling down her spine, but it’s still not enough. Another step closer, and now they are mere inches apart. “Why?” she insists.

Elphaba whimpers, eyes briefly darting down to Glinda’s lips.

“Because you’re my Alpha.”

Glinda breaks, leans forward and kisses her, pushing that old hat off her head so she can tangle her fingers in messy black braids and devour her. One hand goes to Elphie’s waist and pulls her close until their hips press together, and she can feel as well as hear the moan her Omega lets out when she realizes how hard Glinda is for her.

“Oz, please,” Elphaba whines against her lips as she clutches at the backs of Glinda’s shoulders.

Glinda hisses as nails dig into her skin. She bites at Elphie’s lower lip in retaliation before spinning her around until she’s falling back onto the bed. Her sheets are as grand and pink as they had been back at Shiz, and the familiar sight of black and green atop them makes her heart want to burst. She only allows herself a short moment to stare at Elphaba as she lies there, flushed and panting and wanting, lest she burst into tears and ruin the moment. Then, she is above her again, kissing every inch of skin she can reach and searching for the buttons of her dress so that she may reach more.

Elphie helps her as she gasps into Glinda’s ear, and her sweet breath against her skin sends a shiver through Glinda’s body.

“Tell me again,” Glinda says lowly.

Elphie whimpers as Glinda moves her kisses down her neck. “My Alpha,” she moans. “My wonderful Alpha, I need you inside me.”

Glinda can’t hold back a growl and sucks harshly at a spot beneath Elphie’s jaw, barely deigning to soothe the abused skin with her tongue before moving down to repeat the process elsewhere. The buttons are finally undone, and Elphie quickly shucks it off her shoulders along with her cloak. Glinda’s hands move to roam over the newly-revealed skin, groping a breast in one palm and grasping at her rib cage with the other.

Her kisses make it down to a familiar scar—the Mark that matches her own. She mouths at the spot as her hands roam further, pushing Elphie’s dress down past her hips until her Omega is able to kick it away. She doesn’t bite into it again, not yet, just kisses and licks and sucks at the spot so she can enjoy the way Elphie writhes beneath her at the sensation.

“You’re mine,” Glinda growls, sliding her lips over to Elphie’s throat. She can feel her swallow harshly as she fights back another moan. Displeased, Glinda moves up until she can look into those forest-green eyes again. “Let me hear you,” she says, just a bit softer.

Elphie nods, and when Glinda’s hand palms her soaked underwear, she tosses her head back with an unabashed whine. “I’m yours!” she says unprompted, sending a pulse straight to Glinda’s cock that has her hurriedly dragging the ruined underwear down green thighs.

She has to stand briefly to take off her own undergarments, dragging her nightgown over her head. Elphie looks up at her as she does so, and Glinda sees her eyes focus on the space between her legs, where her erection is painfully straining against her underwear. Something softens in Elphie’s expression, and Glinda hurries to take them off before she can see—but it’s too late.

“Oh, my love,” Elphie breathes, reaching out even though she’s too far away. “My sweet, are they hiding you?”

Glinda tries to hold back a wince and isn’t quite sure if she succeeds, but she manages to squeeze out of the compression underwear and climb back on top of her Omega. “Please,” she says before kissing Elphie deeply, hoping she’ll drop the topic. “Please, not right now.”

Elphie hesitates, but nods in the end, drawing her into another kiss and lifting a leg to wrap around Glinda’s hip. “Okay,” she whispers. “Take me, my sweet.” Glinda’s breath hitches, her hips bucking so that she slides against her Omega’s wetness.

“Fill me,” Elphie continues between kisses. “I’ve missed you so much. Please let me feel you. Make love to me.”

How Glinda has seemingly become just as desperate as her Omega in heat is beyond her. She quickly reaches down, aligning herself with Elphie’s entrance and, with an open, messy kiss, pushes inside.

They groan loudly into each other’s mouths as Glinda fills her easily, as Elphie pulses around her to accommodate the stretch. Long nails are clawing at Glinda’s back again, and she tugs at Elphie’s lip with her teeth as she pulls back with a hiss.

“Fuck, baby,” Glinda moans, gripping tightly onto her Omega’s hips. She hooks an arm beneath the knee Elphie has raised and lifts it from her hip up over her shoulder, stretching her open beneath her. She pushes in further as a result, and Elphie gasps and digs her nails in.

“Glin,” she cries out, making Glinda’s heart soar at the pet name she hasn’t heard in years. Her hips buck upwards, and the Alpha starts moving within her.

“You take me so well,” Glinda praises, kissing down the side of Elphie’s face once more. As she thrusts in and out, she can feel wet walls clenching around her, trying to draw her in further. She groans and slides out almost completely before snapping her hips forward, driving deep into her Omega and drawing a cry of pleasure out from that beautiful green throat.

Glinda is overcome with a possessiveness the old her would never have allowed herself to display. Thrusting into her steadily now, driving her cock deep inside her, she leans up to Elphie’s ear. “You’re here because I’m the only one that can do this for you,” she pants. She feels Elphie nod as her hips buck upwards and takes it as a sign to continue. “I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.”

“Shit, I—” Elphie cuts herself off with a gasp, and when she doesn’t continue speaking, Glinda does instead.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, right darling?”

Elphie nods frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants into Glinda’s ear, spurring her on. “P-please, I’m—ah!”

Glinda’s thrusts don’t slow, but they are getting shallower—her knot is forming, triggered by her Omega’s heat. She tilts her hips to hit that one spot inside Elphie that she knows will drive her closer to the edge, grasping tightly at the thigh slung over her shoulder. Leaning back so that she can see her face, she growls, “Please what, Elphie?”

Elphaba stares at her through half-closed eyes as she struggles to keep them open. They flutter with each thrust, her lips parted tantalizingly as she pants with pleasure and need. “Please, I need—I need you to knot me,” she begs, hand sliding up into Glinda’s hair. “I need you to make me come—I need to feel you come inside me, please, my Alpha—”

Glinda feels her hips stutter and reaches down with her other hand to rub at Elphaba’s slick-covered clit. Elphie moans as Glinda circles the sensitive nub, tightening around Glinda as the tension grows within them both.

“You’re going to take my knot, darling,” Glinda says, Alpha tenor ringing through her voice. She leans down to nuzzle against Elphie’s neck, lips brushing the Mark there. “You’re gonna take it all, and I’m gonna claim you all over again.”

“Y-yes, please!” Elphie moans, head tilting to the side to allow her Alpha closer. “I’m yours, I’m yours, please—Glinda!”

Glinda bites down, teeth perfectly matching the Mark that’s already there, and feels her knot slip inside her Omega. Elphie cries out as she pulses around her, clenching with each brush of Glinda’s finger over her clit, and clutches the back of her head to bring her closer.

Then, Glinda feels a sharp sting at the side of her own neck, her own Mark now redone, and her hips twitch forward as she empties herself inside her Omega. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through them both as Glinda fills her, her knot sealing every drop inside.

They stay like that for a long, long moment, eventually releasing their biting holds on each other in favor of languid, wet kisses along necks and shoulders. Glinda eventually finds Elphie’s mouth again and relishes the feeling of their tongues pushing together, relearning each other.

“I love you,” Elphie whispers against her lips, making Glinda’s heart leap in her chest. “I love you, I love you, I love you, my Alpha, my Glinda…” She continues to ramble between kisses until Glinda leans down to press her face into her neck and just breathe in that sharp, woodsy smell.

She can’t bring herself to say it back. Not just yet.

Another moment passes where they simply hold each other, stuck together at the hips by Glinda’s knot. She eventually lets Elphie’s leg lower itself from her shoulder, and then she doesn’t have time to react before green thighs are bracketing her hips and she is firmly, but carefully, tossed onto her back.

Glinda looks up in surprise at the Omega now straddling her, the Omega who is still filled with her knot and is now grinding down against her with a slow rock of her hips. Green hands reach out to scratch at her chest, and she can’t help but hiss at the combination of sensations. “E-Elphie…?” she says, embarrassingly close to a whimper.

“I’ve missed you, my love,” Elphaba says lowly, “and I want my fill.” She’s still rocking her hips back and forth. Glinda bucks upward before she can hold back, and Elphie gasps before leaning down to breathe over her lips. “Tell me you love me.”

“Oh, fuck,” Glinda says, definitely whimpering now. She does, she loves this woman so much it’s unbearable, but the words won’t come out, shuttered away by years of heartache and broken dreams.

Elphie’s tongue sticks out to slowly lick along Glinda’s upper lip, making her shiver. “I know you do,” she says, hands squeezing Glinda’s breasts as she rides her carefully. “You’re my Alpha,” another roll of her hips, “and I’m your Omega.” Another, and Glinda grabs onto those hips tightly. She leans up to try and kiss her, but Elphie pulls back to stay just out of reach. “I haven’t had anyone else, you know,” she continues. “You’re the only one who’s ever been inside me.”

Oz, Glinda’s so sensitive, still surrounded by her Omega’s wet heat, and Elphie’s voice, breathy and low, makes her head spin. She’s not sure at this point if she’ll come first or go mad instead.

“You’re the only one who’s ever fucked me,” Elphie says with a slight bounce, making them both groan as Glinda’s knot tugs at her entrance. “The only one to make me come apart.”

Glinda’s not sure if she’s holding onto Elphaba’s hips to keep her still or to make her move faster, but whatever she’s wanting to do, Elphie isn’t letting her have any control. She leans down and takes Glinda’s lower lip between her green ones, sucking harshly before releasing it with a pop.

“You’re the only one I’ll ever love,” she says, breath ghosting over Glinda’s swollen and spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck, Elphie!”

Elphie presses a hand to Glinda’s chest and grinds her hips down harder, keeping her still, taking her pleasure. Her other hand moves to rub at herself, and the moan she lets out is delectable. Glinda can feel her tightening around her cock with every pass of her finger over her clit. “Tell me you love me, and you can fill me again,” Elphie says through hitching breaths. “Tell me I’ll always be yours.”

Something breaks in Glinda’s chest, tension rising within her body so quickly that her vision blurs, and she’s crying out before she can even think. “I love you!” she moans desperately. “My Elphie, my perfect Omega, mine, I love—ah!”

“Glin!”

And then they are coming together once more. Glinda sees white as she tosses her head back, hips pressing up to push as deep into her Omega as she possibly can. She vaguely feels a rush of wetness spill onto her thighs as Elphie pulses tightly around her, drawing out every last bit of her seed. Then, those perfect lips are on hers again with a kiss so soft and full of love it makes her heart sing. “I love you,” she murmurs over and over again, the dam now broken, her head spinning every time Elphie says it back.

She can only take a moment more of Elphie moving her hips before she holds her tightly enough to make her still, true overstimulation now threatening to take over her body. Elphie takes the hint and settles down, laying her full weight against her and nuzzling into Glinda’s Mark. It’s grounding, and Glinda had forgotten how it feels to be so, so full of love.

“Oz, I missed you so much,” she confesses. She’s completely exhausted, too exhausted and satisfied to be angry anymore, at least for now. Her hands roam slowly across her Omega’s back, nails ghosting over her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Elphie presses close and kisses her Mark. “I missed you, my sweet,” she whispers. “Unbearably so.”

“Please stay,” Glinda begs softly as she struggles to keep her eyes open. “Please stay with me.”

Elphie stills for just a moment, then kisses her Mark again. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”

She relaxes fully on top of her, and the rhythm of her breathing lulls Glinda into sleep.

***

Elphaba can’t stay.

She shouldn’t, at least; there is nowhere she could stay in the Palace where she wouldn’t eventually be found by someone who would surely immediately rat her out to Morrible or the Wizard. Oz knows what they would do to her, what they would do to Glinda for harboring her and going behind their backs. She can’t risk it. She can’t.

But lying there next to her Alpha, that familiar sweet scent filling the air and making her feel so whole and loved—it’s incredibly difficult to leave.

(I could make you stay, her Alpha had said.

But why couldn’t Glinda have gone with her, instead?)

The sun is coming up, shining through the balcony doors. Glinda’s knot disappeared hours ago, and so Elphaba has been lying here simply staring at her Alpha as she sleeps. She studies every mark she’s left upon pale skin, scratches from her nails and bruises from her love bites. She relishes in the soreness she feels, herself, can tell even without checking a mirror that her own neck is mottled with marks, as well.

She wonders how long these reminders will last.

Something shifts in the air, and Elphaba’s head perks up as the sound of morning birds suddenly enters the air—Glinda must have only done a temporary silencing spell, and now it’s worn off.

Elphaba stares longingly down at her Alpha and knows that this is when she has to leave.

She slips out of bed as smoothly as she can and starts redressing, retrieving her broom from Glinda’s closet. She lingers, wanting more than anything that she could stay, or that Glinda could come with her—but she knows if Oz’s beloved Glinda the Good were to go missing, the literal witch hunt for her would increase tenfold.

Elphaba steps closer to the bed, feet silent against the plush carpet. She merely wants to place a gentle kiss goodbye to her Alpha’s temple as she sleeps curled up on her side, but as she leans down, her nose twitches as a scent stronger than caramel and vanilla hits her—something sharp and peppery and oh-so-familiar.

Oh, no.

Her eyes widen as she looks downward, to where Glinda’s hips are covered by the blankets—and where the outline of a half-formed erection is visible.

Glinda’s in rut.

A rattling of a doorknob startles her, and she nearly has a heart attack at the thought of being caught like this, the Wicked Witch of the West standing over Glinda the Good’s naked form. But it seems Glinda’s locking spell was not temporary like the silencing spell, and the door doesn’t open.

“Your Goodness?” she hears faintly from the other side.

“Shit,” Elphaba hisses, starting to panic.

Glinda starts stirring a bit below her, face scrunching up and eyebrows furrowing together.

Elphaba reaches down to cup her cheek and shake her gently. “Glinda, wake up,” she whispers sharply. Brown eyes flutter open, seeking her out and then widening as they meet hers.

“Elphie?” she says dreamily, as if she’d thought the previous night had been a figment of her imagination.

Elphaba’s heart warms, but the panic is still there as the doorknob rattles again, a more frantic call of “Your Goodness?” coming from outside the bedroom.

The sound seems to register to Glinda, too, as she quickly sits up. Only then does she notice her state of arousal, glancing down to her covered erection and then looking back up to Elphaba with a blush heating her face. “E-Elphie?” she says again, and the fear and uncertainty in her voice makes Elphaba’s chest ache. “You’re—you’re leaving.” It’s not a question, and Elphaba’s heart shatters.

She quickly finds the Alpha’s nightgown and hands it to her. “Glinda, I have to,” she says apologetically. There are knocks banging against the door now, and more voices have joined the original. “I’m so sorry, my love, but I have to.” She cups a pale cheek in her hand again, feels tears pricking at her eyes as Glinda clutches desperately at her wrist. That peppery scent fills her entire being with want, and she leans down to kiss her deeply.

She tries to push all of her apologies, all of her love and reassurance into this kiss. She breaks away only enough to speak. “I’ll be back to help you, I promise. Do you trust me?”

Glinda’s eyes are wide and watery, her other hand is now grasping at the back of her head in an attempt to keep her close. “Elphie…” she says, and Elphaba tries to ignore the pain she feels at the non-answer.

But there’s no more time. “Hold out, my sweet,” she begs before kissing her again. “Hold out, if you can.” One last kiss, heady and longing, and then she tears herself away before she loses her will.

Elphaba sprints to the balcony, throws open the doors, and leaps over the railing. It’s only once she’s in the sky once more that her tears finally fall.

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the-tmnt-ficfinder · 3 months ago

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Ficfinder finds: At My Worst

Rottmnt Fanfic Summary: He cannot think or feel. He is numb and his thoughts are jumbled and incoherent. He does not know who he is or where he is. Only wishes desperately that all this will end. And then every thing tilts. Something shifts. And all is still. Maybe this is hell, he thinks, as the voice of his younger self cries out fearfully in the back of his mind. ------ Or, future Leo ends up back in time, stuck in the body of his younger self, who is still conscious but trapped within his mind.

At My Worst: Appraisal and Ratings

(Don't know what fanfic "Appraisal and Ratings" means? Check out my explanation on my Main Masterpost! Looking for a different fanfic to read? Head on over to my Fanfic List Masterpost!)

Disclaimer: This fanfic is unfinished, so this post will continue to update as the fic updates. This fanfic is written by @teaswritingnook so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Plot is five out of five!! Despite following canon storyline fairly closely, this fic packs a ton of plot into it!! Its an all new unique twist on the Rottmnt Movie, and what could have happened!! There are just enough well placed plot twists to keep you on your toes, and a post invasion storyline that just keeps on giving!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Suspense/Mystery is five out of five!! Now, originally I thought this story wouldn't have much suspense, as it follows fairly closely to canon storyline, but boy I was wrong!! At My Worst has numerous plot twists, and unexpected events that really catch you off guard!! Numerous times I said to myself, "that won't happen, its different this time!!" and then, bam!! It happens, but not at all how you'd expect it to happen!!"

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Angst/Hurt is five out of five!! Angst is a pretty big factor throughout this entire fic, along with hurt. I'd say there's more emotional and mental angst than there is physical angst, though don't get me wrong, there is plenty physical angst!!"

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is three out of five!! The comfort in this fic, though not as frequent, is just so precious!! There's some excellent sibling bonding moments, time with Casey Jr, and even some Future Leo and Present Leo comfort in this fic!!"

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Emotions Conveyed is five out of five!! The emotions in this fic, are powerfully portrayed!! Just, wow!! I actually cried at one bit, it was just so powerfully written!! Most of the emotionally loaded conversations/scenes are between Future Leo, and Present Leo."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! At My Worst has loads of drama and tension!! The drama stems from the Krang invasion, and the bulk of the tension comes from Future Leo's and Present Leo's interactions together, as Future Leo doesn't really get along with him at first (which is an even bigger issue, as they're sharing the same body ^^;)"

Triggers: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Triggers are four out of five!! Triggers for this fic to keep an eye our for are; mention of fatal injury, implied character death, Rottmnt krang invasion, possession, loss of bodily control, body dysmorphia (future Leo stuck in his past self's body), violence and blood, harsh words and emotional damage, self hatred, limb loss, and displacement. Remember, read the tags, and stay safe out there! ^^"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! The formatting for this fic is really fun to read! It has a lot of italicized paragraphs, and sentences in parentheses that look really nice!"

Legibility (Audio):💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Audio) is four out of five! At My Worst read excellently as an Audio book!! Now, it is minus one heart, simply because if you listen to it, rather than read it, you'll miss the italics and parentheses that give it extra character!"

Length: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Length is three out of five!! At My Worst has a word count of 64k words, and a set chapter count of 21 chapters, with 20 chapters currently out! As this fic is incomplete, this post will update as the fic updates! ^^"

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At My Worst: Chapter List

(Chapters will be added as I rate and appraise them ^^)

(Yet to be added)

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traveller-player-block-tales-au · 5 months ago

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Oh good! It seems spawning a pizza for you did work! I was a little worried the magic wouldn't function as intended, glad to see thats not the case.

Craft is not something I'm all too familiar with, though I do have some knowledge on it. While it's true that craft doesn't exist in the universe you currently occupy, rocks sure still do! So I'd be cautious about the rogue falling stone.

Maybe stay away from Roblox HQ... Last I checked the concrete of the building was falling apart. Wouldn't want you getting squashed like a bug now, spawndust~!

Though, if you want confirmation about the state of craft, perhaps you can ask those two rascals about it? You could probably find a way to make it seem casual and unsuspicious, right?

((Miiight change it later, but I figured since they're an alternate verson of Loop, Re would probably give Syphus a nickname. So spawndust it is! They have a separate nickname for their own traveler lol. Also added an extra pair of parentheses for ooc to lessen any potential confusion. Still in the process of working on my own blog unfortunately, but as long as you don't mind I'll be spilling lore tidbits through Re's asks for now hehe))

-Re

• (The pizza was great!)

• (Also, ominous warning about rocks aren't needed. The universe already sent one.)

• (What IS a sentient statue even??)

• (They should ask Red and Blue about craft. They should know basic knowledge about it if it exists in this world.)

• (But how should they ask...)

• "Hey, wanna see a magic trick?"

▪ "Not really."

• (This is going fantastic.)

• "And why not?"

▪ "Last time you did a magic trick our uncle almost died."

• (kill them now please.)

• (Atleast there's no real malice against them now. Small victories... and the magic of pizza.)

• "Well this one's isn't an attack, so..."

[Syphus used... Spark-tastic.]

• (yeah... That one's gonna need a better name if they used it ever again.)

• (Tiny spark form and dissapear above their hands, giving a tiny light show with a pop–pop–pop. Sometimes the take the form of a star, sometimes they don't. The children seem mildly interested.)

• "Neat, eh?"

▪ "I guess."

• (So enthousiastic.)

• "How much do you know about magic?"

▪ "There are magic swords??"

▪ "Wizard can cast it??"

• (at the same time. Wow. Though that reveals some things)

• (... Some things they could already gather from the voices...)

• "Do you two know anywhere I could learn more about magic?"

• (Learning from the ones who practice it will be best... Also, Noobador will wake soon. They need something to do after this. They don't think Noobador will be very accepting of them staying with them.)

▪ "Maybe one of the administrators?"

▪ "Maybe a Wizard from Blackrock castle?"

• (Two choices. Three if they beg hard enough to noobador)

• "Where are each of those things?"

▪ "Shedlesky is one of them. He works in Roblox HQ WEST of here"

▪ "I think Blackrock has a staff of kitchen wizards, the castle is to the EAST of here."

• (How kind of them to keep talking at once. So either they go east or west... Both give of aura's of certain deaths for some reason...)

First | << previous | next >>

//OOC: OoOoOo a poll! They're asking you as to where to go. Go east, or west, or something else? Be crazy and go North? I don't think there is anything of note up North but nothing is stopping them from going there

... With that said please don't suggest North.

#ask blog #block tales #block tales au #in swords and time au #traveller!player #anon ask #block tales player #player block tales #roblox #sasasaap traveller!player #red noob block tales #red noob #blue noob block tales #blue noob #red and blue block tales #noobador block tales

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taliesin-the-bored · 7 months ago

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To add a little clarity, Jenny Rowland in that book isn't actually saying the poem is bad; she finds it very interesting and is mostly analysing it from a detached perspective for the antiquarian traditions it records. There's some commentary on the poetic skill, both positive and negative, which is where the section I posted is from; it's mentioning there's slightly less metrical, technical skill vis a vis the rules and forms of medieval Welsh poetry than some other saga *englynion*, supporting her proposition this dialogue dates from after the form's heyday. I just screencapped a bit I thought was funny out of context because I have a mutual who likes Gwyn a lot and thought they might enjoy seeing him getting kinda bullied, ahah

Fair enough, I can agree with that, and I probably should have read into it further before reblogging. I suppose from my own reading I've become accustomed to vicious authorly attacks on Welsh anti-blorbos. Like this:

Wow, Laurence Main, tell us how you really feel with those sarcastic parentheses on "St" Illtyd! (For the record, I have met that author, and he is a delight to know, but he does not hold back about "Old Ill-Tide" or Gildas and also hates Taliesin with a burning passion).

Or this, from Adam Ardrey:

More sarcastic quotation marks and more hate for Gildas, who was not gentle in his own works and didn't mention King Arthur in any of his surviving writing and is still getting flamed for it around a millenium and a half later by people who are Maelgwyn fans, are trying to prove Arthur was real,* or both. I have written mediocre Gildas fanfiction at two in the morning with this as the fuel, because I think he probably gets too much hate, though having never met him, I can't judge any better than the people who claim he burned his praise of Arthur for petty reasons.

Anyway, this post went off the rails a lot, but all that is to say that literary scholarship can get incredibly opinionated, it's easy to fall into one viewpoint or become overly cynical about it in general, and I think I have mostly done the latter. Also, that Jenny Rowland book sounds rather interesting; I might have to check it out.

*For the record, I have no firm stance on the matter, since as far as I can tell it can't be proven or disproven. In my head, he both was and was not real. Schrödinger's King. Or warrior, rather.

#asks #gildas #literary scholarship

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rosegoldenatlas · 7 months ago

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its sleep time!

good news:

today marks exactly 1 year since i came out!

(ALMOST) everybody used my correct name and pronouns the whole day

thats about it

bad news:

my mother deadnamed me and misgendered me the whole day (and was the only person to do so)

afterwards she went on her usual spiel about how "horribly hard it is for her and dificult to use my proper name" and how "its something so difficult that everybody in the family is struggling with immensly!" (no it isnt) (literaly everybody else got it right the whole time) (including my 90 year old grandma with memory loss) (also everybody else found out about my prefered name TODAY and instantly started using it and actualy thanked me for telling them) (my mother is the only one who knew about my name before)

also thanksgiving so i ate too much and am now hating myself for it

ended up going on a slight cutting spree on my shoulder (it was kinda funny because i didnt check how much gauze we had before hand and it turned out we were OUT and i had to scramble to make a makeshift bandage) (dont worry the final result was very hygenic and nothing to worry about, i dont fuck around with first aid) (i dont even know why. i dont care about my life i just NEED to do it right) (although it was unfortunant because i was in such a frenzy when i was cutting myself that all the cuts were really surface level and barely enough to draw blood, and nowhere near as deep as i deserve) (im usualy much better at hurting myself this just passively stings if i had done it right it would be SO MUCH more painful)

anyways that was my day hope yours wasnt too bad?

goin to sleep

hope you have a good night

stay awesome

oooh GOOD NEWS YAY

• Oh wow you're doing better than me! I am genuinely scared to tell my family except my brother and older sister BC they've also got some genderfuckery going on.

• YOOOOO THATS SICK I'm happy 4 u

Bad news is longer.. nooooo.

• what a bitch. Honestly. But hay at least it was just her she's the outlier in this situation.

• write it on your arm in sharpie and wave it aggressively in her face whenever she misgenders u. Or even better if your willing to risk her wrath, misgender her back. Call her a he. Call her their birth name but slightly to the left (so if her name is like Becky call her Bucky). And if she tries to correct you about the name just say that's how you remember learning it and that its hard to change it up after so long. And for the misuse of pronouns just ignore all complaints about them by changing the subject r smthn.

And hey wait why isnt the stuff in parentheses in the good news section!!!??? This is an outrage.

• the point of thanksgiving is to hate yourself afterwards I think. I dunno I don't eat at all really during thanksgiving BC all of the foods are things I really don't like- some to the point of throwing it up later. And we have thanksgiving leftovers for a few nights afterwards so I just have to sneak snacks or I don't eat (we can only eat leftovers until all the thanksgiving food is gone or else its a waste)

• fuckkk girliepop, Red, rule 2 of cutting is always having the stuff to clean up near you o you're gonna do it. (Rule 1 is getting a support system and talking to ppl u trust about it, which you're doing wonderfully.) At least the cuts were shallow and you may think 'but Atlas! That's bad. Now they don't hurt as much' and I say good if they get too deep you might get nerve damage and then it won't hurt at all and it would make everything worse trust me. 'But Atlas! I deserve pain and semi to fully permanent nerve damage!! I'm a bad person! :((' and to that I say where is your proof? Where is the proof of these alleged bad things because right now I haven't seen any and you are not the judge in this court of law you are both the prosecuted and the defendant. Both of whom have shown no evidence to the jury.

Wow that was a weird analogy but it works

My day yesterday was.. Ehh.

GOOD STUFF

• was able to sneak off before the political argument happened

• a YouTuber I like posted a video after a year of silence

• I wrote three paragraphs of fanfiction!!

• was able to sneak some soda my cousin brought when my mom wasnt looking (im not allowed soda)

BAD STUFF

• Didn't eat a lot cause of stuff already said

• had to misgender my bother and sister in front of family (all of us are out to everyone but the family)

• was having a masc day and got misgendered all day but eh comes with being gender fluid ig lol.

• nearly threw up the food I did eat bc its food I have a hard time eating, not a pleasant sensation I'll tell you.

• had to deep clean the entire house twice (abt 6 hrs of work total, once before everyone arrived (4hrs) and once after (2hrs) I can be lazier after BC my mom is drunk

• mom was being a clingy drunk and hugged me and I want to rip off my skin and clean the meat under it with bleach and vinegar before getting new skin.

That's all!!! It was pretty much a normal day in terms of bad stuff except the eating thing which is only sometimes but now its a lot more intense. In terms of good day it was more than usual!!! Yes!!!

Hope you slept well.

Love you Queen!

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triclopsrabbit · 11 months ago

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I don't remember who it was but I saw someone draw human bill like karkat vantas (short. fat. transgender.) and it altered my brain chemistry. if I could find it for you I would but I only saw it once and this was 10 years ago or so

wow it really musta left an impact on you to think of it for 10 years! Im laughing at him looking “like karkat” though like idk if what you said im parentheses is like, canonical karkat lore. I drew something trying to cook for you but im afraid of posting it in case hes not short fat and transgender enough and i catch heat for it for no reason 😂

#Ask

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tchaikovsgay · 2 years ago

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I got Gideon the Ninth Part 8: chapters 32-36

Wait the skeletons are alive? Maybe they really are offing people. Can a bunch of little skellies merge into a big nasty monster skelly?

Aaaand the skeletons are gone.

“her skeleton and her body had apparently tried to divorce” UHHHH

Why is everything happening all at once, dang. I wondered if the Fifth had a key hidden inside them the first time Palamedes mentioned an autopsy. What the hell is Ianthe up to.

I can’t believe I haven’t said this before, but I love the way that Gideon and only Gideon has this ruthless common sense and self-preservation instinct. She’s like water flowing downhill – if there’s an easy, practical way out she’ll take it, and she’s not going to do dumb shit for the sake of the plot. She’ll fight Harrow to get on the shuttle. She’ll turn her back on the Eighth until she gets really pissed off. That must have been so hard to write consistently, and I applaud the commitment.

Ianthe is up to becoming a Lyctor. Okay then.

They DO fuse! I was right – mostly. Having the cav need to be dead makes so much sense though, given the way all the trials are structured. They all favor the necro and basically use the cav as a meat shield, a battery, etc. And the YOU LIED TO US – how’d they figure this Lyctor thing out? Did they murder a bunch of cavs and turn them into skeletons? Is that why people are dying? Is the House trying to STOP people from becoming Lyctors by killing everybody, or is it trying to make more by killing cavs first and hoping their necros will be desperate enough to accidentally absorb them?

Okay, possessed people just become body horror monsters on their own, cool cool cool. No need to manually fuse skellies.

“Gideon lay on the floor, facedown, and became hysterical.” ME TOO

Now Harrow’s the one in parentheses since Gideon’s on more even footing with her. I love that.

Ohhh wow, Dulcinea’s also a puppet. (Or Cytherea just flat-out replaced her because nobody from her House is here so nobody actually knows what actual Dulcinea looks like?) I had considered that possibility vaguely because of the weird way she was acting, but I couldn’t think of who might be doing it. So Cytherea is a very old Seventh House person who also had the disease but couldn’t die because of the Lyctorhood and now hates God and wants no more Lyctors? That would certainly give motivation and explain the creepy messages and intense necro magic. Also goddamn Palamedes! Hope he’s not dead.

Badass fight scene! Also terrifying to see the difference between newly-born can’t-work-with-her-cavalier-right Lyctor Ianthe and thousands-of-years-old kicks-everyone-else’s-asses-while-battling-super-cancer Lyctor Cytheria. I think Pal is dead (sad) but Cam is not going to die (good).

OH NO GIDEON IS DEAD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#these are SENDING ME #gideon the ninth

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silktherambler · 10 months ago

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Okay so I just started making this song, it's called the second, the runner up in parentheses

It's basically about like when you aren't the one for the person that you're with, but it's not like y'all are like not a good fit, it's just that everybody has the one and you're not the one for this person, like you're maybe like the second or the third or the 4th

I said I made it for people who have been in that position right to be the second to be the fifth, to be the 10th, but really the song right now is based on my emotions for the person that I am currently seeing and entertaining I guess I would say. A lot of times like like I just start to feel kind of insecure, In this very moment I realize maybe this is the feeling that a lot of people felt with me? But, every time I'm with him I just start to think about what I could be doing better and how I could up myself a bit more, and in different ways I could do that.

Like I don't I wouldn't even word it like I don't feel good enough for this person but like I don't know wow I'm going to feel like a hypocrite for saying this but, I don't know if I'm good enough to be anybody's girlfriend anymore. I say that I'm a hypocrite because I kind of came at the last man that I was talking to for that, like I was trying to talk to him about us potentially like being together officially cuz we were rocking for about like 7 months on and off but I mean well to be honest in total it was more like 14 months really but yeah.

And I would ask him a lot of the time like if you see himself being with me, and his reply to that, most of the time was that he just didn't see himself as like being a boyfriend because nobody else saw him as boyfriend material. For me right now, I feel like the people that have had me as a girlfriend feel like I'm not as adequate, and I really have to look back on that and determine if that's true or not. This is more of a question of like quantity instead of quality in a way. Like how many ex's really had problems with me? I can't say a lot, I can say everybody you know had their difficulties but I guess I'm thinking about like since I've turned into an adult

Which is a different ball game cuz that's different from me dating in like high school or if I did date in college which I didn't really do, I was getting courted and I was entertaining different things but I didn't date anybody I didn't have any boyfriend in college. Now that I'm like an adult, I've had about 3 to 4 yeah I think 4 different romantic situations and they have not been great and I think that's also what I'm really basing it off, cuz I'm not looking at the whole of my partners I'm looking at like the most recent ones because its most connected to the age I'm at

So we have D, and that didn't really go great and by the end of it he told me that like we wasn't really boyfriend and girlfriends which I knew at the beginning but I didn't know it was still like that and it's not in a way to say I wasn't listening or I tried to like create a narrative in my head, he often had me come around, I met his grandma, I ended up meeting his father, I met his coworkers and I was paraded around like a girlfriend a lot so I was under the impression that even though we wasn't going to be like all the way serious, I was still like the main partner in a way and then last minute he turned around and was like we wasn't really dating for real and I think he just said that cuz he was hurt about us breaking up

And then you have jj, and he was terrible honestly like, he was a very controlling partner, and he has some kind of mood/ behavioral disorder that he should get checked out and that's the nicest I can say about that situation. We had our ups but we had a lot more downs

Next is Royale. We going to call him Royale for now. He seemed pretty nice and he's a chill person like he's a cool person to be around but it's like the way that his mentality is and sometimes like the way that he thinks about things or the things that he finds funny like they I wouldn't say that they're disturbing, it's just not my cup of tea personally. I also like, looking at his family dynamic, I don't feel like that's a complete safe place for me to be, but Royale is the one who didn't feel like he was like good boyfriend material and maybe the reason why especially him and JJ would feel like that is because I seemed like such a nice girl

What I'm saying is, cuz the person I'm entertaining now, let's call him rhino. He's a very nice guy, he's very sweet and he's very compassionate/ considerate. He tries to think of others but he does think of himself and he does have his own level of insecurities but he does still try, In many different areas. He's handsome, and he is smart, and has a lot of aspirations for himself. He is pleasant to talk to, he is stubborn and he doesn't like asking for help often nor will accept help often, but he tries to be a fair man. And he tries to make sure that I'm comfortable to the best degree that he can. And a lot of times I think that he is just chilling about certain things but he actually cares a lot and that it makes me feel good but it scares me

I don't want to repeat either side of the cycle I've been in where either I'm getting pushed away because the person doesn't feel good enough to be around me or with me or I'm pushing that person away and I've been in the cycle like I've been on the side of getting pushed away so often that I really don't want to be the person pushing away because I know how it feels like to like somebody just as much as they like you, and like. Okay like, sometimes I guess like for the person who is really starting to like like you and they're pushing away they like feel like they like you more than you like them but most times more often than not the feeling really is mutual, and I can say that as a person that was consistently on the other side of it. I feel bad or more so I felt bad that my partners in the past didn't feel like I was a like as attracted to them maybe because of like my behavior or how I would just come off very aloof but like I mean half the time I was just trying to be chill because sometimes I'll be ready to tweak out for no reason so I try and put the extra chill in there and then maybe sometimes that also results in my partner's feeling like I don't really need them around. They don't feel not wanted but they don't feel needed, which isn't completely a problem, but like you do have to understand your partner and dynamic and stuff

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set-phasers-to-whump · 2 years ago

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thank you for the tag!! i love love love things like this <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

262 (soon to be 263, and so on til the end of the month lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

404,314. not bad!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

atm, mostly tmfu (just recently posted my 50th fic without even realizing it oops) but also karppi, 911, and babylon berlin, with assorted others such as poi in there from time to time.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

at fault (lucifer) (this fic is my enemy...it's so close to not being the top in this category anymore yet it persists!), you're not losing me (911), a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (911), safe (911), and i just thought it didn't rain in california (911). do we see a pattern...

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, always!! it still blows my mind that people enjoy my writing enough to tell me about it, so obviously i'm going to respond! i adore getting comments and i appreciate every one i receive <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

maybe i don't wanna reach out in the dead of night and find no one to hold me ? it's a prodigal son fic with a not super hopeful ending, but idk for sure if this is the angstiest ending. i don't do a ton of angsty endings tbh

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this one's a toss up since a ton of my fics are ships getting together which is uniformly happy endings, but the first one that i can think of is you are everything (didn't you know?) which is a buddie fic with no whump wow!! (hence why it probably comes to mind - i didn't put anyone thru the wringer first lmao)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i'm really lucky and haven't - perks of writing for (mostly) pretty small fandoms i think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nah, not for me.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i don't - i like to keep my characters in their usual settings, for the most part.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think so? i've had people ask, but never got confirmation (they were going to post to other sites)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i haven't...i'm not sure if i could do it tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

bro this is hard...i'm gonna say it's a toss-up of spirk or buddie - they've been with me the longest.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i feel like this is going to sound like a flex but i promise it isn't - i really don't have WIP's, at least not for very long. generally i either finish or abandon things with no desire to complete them lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

maybe action? i know i do a lot of fics with minimal to no dialogue, so i'm guessing i'm decent at conveying things with not much interpersonal talking.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

endings!! the bane of my existence. also i notice sometimes when i reread my stuff that i have a tendency to use the same phrases throughout multiple works which annoys me a bit 😭😭😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i love doing it! though i generally don't do it a lot as i feel like it needs to be used sparingly and well to avoid seeming sort of obnoxious, and i only write what i know. also idk the best way to provide translations - i sometimes don't do them, if it's only a word or two and/or they're commonly known, or else i've done parentheses right after. i don't like when people put the translations down in the notes bc i'm not going all the way down there every time i don't know a word lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

if we're talking first fic ever, i'm pretty sure it was supernatural, but i never posted any of it.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think maybe fight, flight, or freeze from whumptober last year. it's tmfu (big surprise) and writing it made me Feel Things for sure.

not tagging anyone in particular but if you wanna do this then i tag you!

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @cha-melodius, thank you! <3<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

439! The plan is posting two more tonight so hopefull that will soon be 441 LOL.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

939,623! Almost a million yay!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment mostly TMFU, I have been getting into writing Banana Fish fic too, and I write for The Witcher, though less frequently than TMFU.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stretch (Buck/Eddie+Christopher, 911, 3x02 AU)

Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace (Harvey/Mike, Suits, soulmates AU)

I held your hand as you shook in the middle of the night (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, 1x06 fix-it)

Leave it unspoken (Harvey/Mike, Suits, a serial killer on the loose AU looool I had forgotten about this one)

Concession (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, Geralt likes being the little spoon fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yesssss, I'm like constantly behind and sometimes I answer months late, but I love answering because 1) comments make me so happy and I want the readers who took the time to let me know they enjoyed the fic to KNOW THAT, 2) talking about fics is SO much fun, I think that discussing things in the comments is the best part of posting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOOOOOOOOOOOL filter for MCD on my Ao3 and take your pick. But I'd go with either Forever is the sweetest con (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU) because the story is told backwards, so you start with post-MCD and end pre-MCD, so the ending is happy but. well. the happiness is gone already and you know it LOL, or maybe Meaner than my demons, colder than this home (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU), purely because generally speaking when I play with MCD I kill just one of them off and leave the other two to pick up the pieces, but here there's just Napoleon left, so. probably worse than the others LOL.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sooo, I tend to write one-shots, and I HAVE written fluffy fics, but I think I'll go with Something gets lost from a safe distance (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU) because it's part of a three-part series that's all emotional hurt/comfort, and then it ends with fluffy kissing so.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Eh, it has happened, I think it's inevitable if you have been doing this for long enough LOL.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, I did write a TMFU/Supernatural crossover though LOL.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesss, more than once and it's always extremely flattering that someone would want to go through all that effort <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Right now I feel particularly strongly about the TMFU OT3 but like. I love so many.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I HAVE MULTIPLE LONGFICS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS DAMMIT. I just never want to post longfics unless I have either a first draft for every chapter or at the very least an extremely detailed outline for every chapter, which means that I end up always posting one-shots LOL. Two notable mentions among these longfics are a "Napoleon gets amnesia and bullshits his way through it to avoid telling anyone because he has trust issues" fic and an AU with Illya as a ghost that's a whole angsty mess. help me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Eeeeeeeh the emotions I'd say. Or I HOPE so, since that's pretty much 80% of my writing loooool Also there a lot of lines of dialogue that I come up with that I unironically like.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plots for one, I just tend to write snapshots with no real plot most of the time, and action. I don't LIKE writing it, which means I can never tell if it's boring or if I'm just projecting, and I tend to avoid it. ...also romance/attraction/getting-together. My aroace ass never knows what is believable romance and what are just tv show tropes that are not actually real LOL.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I generally don't do it and keep to the language of the narration, just clarifying "X says in German" if there's a change of language. I write limited third POV, so I just see it as "filtering" everything through the lens of the person that we are seeing the perspective of. If I'm writing from Gaby's POV, for instance (she's German but fluent in English), I feel like TECHNICALLY the narration should be in German, so by writing in English I have already chosen a filter that is not 100% accurate. But that's the filter I'm going with, so English is the language that Gaby is communicating to the reader in, so everything should be communicated through English lens: if she's talking to someone in English, I will just write the lines with no specifications, if she's talking in German I still write in English and write "in German" in the narration, and if someone speaks a language she doesn't know I don't write the actual dialogue because she doesn't understand it, so the reader doesn't get to see it either.

I hope this makes some sort of sense LOOOOOL, I don't really mind any way I've seen this done, but this is how I prefer to go about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Fallen book series. LOL.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Evil question, go directly to jail, do not collect 100$. This answer will absolutely change every five minutes, but right now I'm particularly feeling Souvenir from a life left behind (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU), just a tiny dissolution of UNCLE fic with Napoleon angsting.

Tagging: @imgoingtofreakoutnow @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @thetamehistorian @huggiebird @deducitetemporacarmen @set-phasers-to-whump @cherryjuicegf @geralt-of-vengerberg and anyone else who hasn't done this yet and wants to play <3

#tag game #i say things #not whump #this was so fun tysm for the tag!!!!#long post

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thewertsearch · 2 years ago

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Yep. That's a 'fuck this shit' face if I ever saw one.

CC: T)(ere is not)(ing to worry about at all. GG: bluhhh what are you talking about…. GG: my head hurts GG: just stop it, stop trolling me GG: i hate you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Understandable. Jade's most recent memories are a garbled collection of monster nightmares, immediately preceded by her own death. She just woke up, but what she needs more than anything else is a break.

GG: my dream was horrible!!! GG: i dont know what that was, i have never dreamed anything like it CC: Yes, I imagine not! You )(ave spent your w)(ole life dreaming about prospit, no? GG: oh god…. GG: prospit :( GG: is it really gone? CC: Yes, Jade. It is time to face t)(e facts! CC: Our moons are gone too. If we wis)( to sleep now, our dreams must take place in t)(e bubbles glubbed by t)(e gods w)(o live in t)(e Furt)(est Ring.

This is the real perk to being a Derse Dreamer. Your affiliation with the Furthest Ring makes you well-equipped to navigate the shadowy, garbled world of the Horrorterrors - unlike your Prospitian siblings, who are too accustomed to Skaia's gentle light.

It makes a kind of sense, I think, that the darker Dreamers would only reveal their true potential in death. Their 'ghosts' can rendezvous outside the session, which could grant them all sorts of advantages.

CC: In fact, t)(ey are quite )(elpful if you know )(ow to talk to t)(em! CC: Don't you remember our dream? I was trying to s)(ow you t)(at t)(ere is not)(ing to fear.

Feferi, in particular, has an eldritch affinity which is completely off the charts. The Horrorterrors are effectively her family, and with her serving as a guide, the Furthest Ring is a little bit safer for everyone else.

Perhaps, with Feferi's help, it could be safe enough to serve as a hideout. Both sessions seem to be living on borrowed time, so establishing a 'safe house' external to any Incipisphere seems like an excellent idea. The Horrorterrors claim to be here to help, so maybe it's time for them to prove it.

...wow. I never expected Feferi to be a potential lynchpin of the Grand Intersession Plan, but here we are.

GG: sorry but GG: could you please GG: not use all those stupid parentheses?????? [...] CC: GLUUUUB oh fine. CC: I will suspend my neato quirk just for you. [...] GG: what about the -E thing, can you stop that too? it is also annoying and stupid [...] CC: Okay, you win. I have officially humbled myself before you. Entirely glubbing peasant-IFICATED for your pleasure.

If only Gamzee would do the same...

GG: ohhhhhhh!!!!! GG: i do remember you! GG: i remember you were talking to me about my lusus, and i had no idea what you were talking about GG: also it was shortly before your friend sent me a weird message GG: about how my robot was going to explode, and i should talk to him when it happens

At first, I thought we'd missed a conversation in the hell-bubble - but no, this unseen conversation happened immediately before she talked to Future Karkat.

This does appear to be the timeframe that he needs to talk to her in - but I don't see what this Jade could do to help him. As she so aptly put it, she currently understands jack shit.

Perhaps there's something she needs to do immediately before Entering. Does Karkat have an idea for what she should prototype?

CC: Oh? Who was that? GG: it was the most awful and angry one GG: i am so sick of him, i really dont want to talk to that pathetic jerk ever CC: Ah, Karkat. Of course.

lmao

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s80 #2850

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faustquillpen · 2 years ago

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Apollo Justice x Reader from Apollo's POV, writing style to emulate the game

Prologue, sfw

|Next|

Apollo: Red

Apollo thinking/muttering to self:(Red with parentheses)

Trucy: Blue

Reader: Purple

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April 6th, 10:30 AM

People's Park Art Fair

(Yawn... It's kinda early to be up on a day off... Like I really sleep much anyway.. Trucy really wanted me to come though, and it's easier to just do what she asks.)

You look terrible, Polly.

Yeah yeah... What are we doing here again?

There's an exhibit here that's supposed to have a bunch of cool illusion sculptures! They'd be great for my shows!

(Isn't that weird underwear enough?)

I heard that!!! And for the last time they're magic panties!

(Ow! Don't need to hit me...)

I think it's this way? -Running sounds-

Hey, wait!

[Oh No!]

(Huh? That sounded like someone who needs help! Trucy can be on her own for a few minutes!)

[Scene Changes]

Oh no... I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to... Kill...

Wh-what happened?!? (Did I step into another case?)

... That poor little ladybug!

(Huh? Oh. I see. Seems like they only just noticed me.)

Oh crap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

(I guess I did kinda barge over...)

It landed on my face and I thought it was some dust but.. but.. *sob* I squished him!

Umm ... It's okay? (This is a little weird.)

(I guess I could take a quick look at the "scene" ... What's this?)

[Paper ladybug picked up]

Oh hey! Look! It's fine! Look it's just a little art piece that blew on you in the wind. You didn't hurt anything!

R-really? Oh gosh I'm such a fool!

N-no no, I've made silly mistakes too. One time I fell up some stairs, haha!

*sniffle* ... You're really sweet

Y-y-y'think so??? I'm just uh. Just doing my job. Finding truth. That kinda thing. Haha. (Now that they're smiling... They're kinda cute... And the way they're looking at me is making my face burn up...)

Thank you... I don't even know your name. I'm [name]

I'm Jupollo Astice--- I mean!!! Apollo Justice. That's me. Hahaha....

It was really nice to meet you.

Yeah!!! *Cough* yeah. WELP. NeedToGoNowLotsOfStuffToDo! NICETOMEETYOU!!!

[Running away noises and scene changes]

Wow, Polly.

Ack!!!!

That was very cringe.

You... Saw that... (Well. Time to never hear the end of this...)

Most of it yeah, very smooth.

(Not like you'd of done better...)

I would've wooed them with a magic trick and swept them away to a fine dinner!

Shhh!!! How do you even know they'd of been ok with that??? No no no too much risk. Now be quiet I don't want them to hear you in case they come this way!

(Trucy pretty much made fun of me for the rest of the day. My eyes couldn't help but scan the crowd for them again, to no success. Luckily, I'd end up meeting them again, though it would be through unlucky circumstances.)

End Prologue

#apollo justice x reader #ace attorney #fanfiction #ace attorney fanfiction #ace attorney apollo justice #well ... here goes nothing i guess...#sfw

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fireglyphz · 4 years ago

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ECLIPSE LAKE SPOILERS!!!

WOW WHAT THE FUCK

I am so weirdly interested now that the clone theory is taking off because I considered it in the past but it was more of a crack theory than anything without much to go off off, for me anyway CLONE HIGH HUNTER WHEN

I thought I would chip in my own thoughts after seeing this observation made by @matchamangotea and it confirms my exact thoughts!

anyway!!! it does looks like the ingredients Belos needed in the book was to literally build Hunter, with specific attention to his eye color and nose; it doesn't exactly confirm whether this is Belos recording his results or keeping notes of what he needs from Hunter (or both), but we know it has some connection to Belos given that he keeps it on his person. In the context of having it with him among his other supplies for the portal door, it's possible he's also using his notes to keeps tabs between Hunter's role and the day of unity.

the most immediate connection for me would be the Palistrom wood because right next to it in parentheses is "Keratin", which is normally found in fingernails and hair. From that, we can understand that these ingredients are being used as close substitutes for real organs. some of the ingredients - the galdorstone, stonesleeper's lungs and palistrom wood - are also seen on the left page which lends credibility to this theory.

so according to the book, we have an idea of what mishmash Hunter is made of: Galderstone (heart & power/bile sack), Palistrom wood (hair and fingernails), Stonesleeper lungs, selkidomus scales (skin???) and interestingly the Bone of ORTET, where an ortet is "the original plant from which clone plants are produced".

(the galdorstone was introduced as a relic used for boosting powers, but not necessarily acting as a power source; if Belos intended to use the galdorstone to substitute a witch’s heart & bile sack, I personally think this is why he flubbed that one because he failed to consider that the galderstone does not generate power on its own. This could be why Hunter claims not to have natural magic because the organ he needs to generate it can only be used as a magic booster, when he cannot generate magic on his own without a sufficient organ to do so)

However, these only perform the main functions of the body, and it would be too much to assume Belos would go through all the trouble of finding special ingredients for every single organ unless the process is meticulous enough for it, and this does not look like a recipe for a glorified abomination. At the very least, these pages outline the ingredients and growth stages and as matchamangotea pointed out, there is a checkmark on one of the growth stages to show Hunter is finished his childhood while Belos was monitoring his growth. It doesn’t stop there though; we can assume Hunter is currently at his adolescent stage at the moment since Belos hasn’t checked it off yet, but there is another sketch that is used to outline Hunter’s eyes if that has any significance in the future...

So from here, Belos would probably have to put in a placeholder like human blood to take care of the rest biologically - so this means that having a high concentration of human blood could also owe to Hunter's physiology rather than a weak lineage or the case of having a human ancestor (sort of). but if this were the case, what's the reason behind Hunter's eyes being a different color despite being a clone, if not to direct the audience's attention to the book? could it be a side effect of the ingredients, or maybe Belos recording more information about Hunter? or is it one of the things Belos needs to keep tabs on for the Day of Unity if this has to do with Hunter's purpose?

Alternatively, there is also a mystery substance in the top left corner of Hunter’s page, which happen to have the same colours as the markings on Belos’ face; I am not sure whether this was what Belos used in place of or in addition to Human blood to fill in the gaps, but considering it also seems to be directly attributed to Belos’ “curse” it has an unknown use at the moment. (EDIT: it could be possible that Belos attempted to mix these ingredients together in the past but only managed to get the mystery goo, so maybe he’s using Hunter to cultivate it for an unknown purpose? Whatever the reason, it’s on Hunter’s page for something even if we don’t know what at the moment)

how does this stack up to Belos' habit of withholding information, careful phrasing and possibly outright lying to Hunter? Hunter mentioned to Luz that "a lot of his ancestors were [powerless witches]", but if he were cloned he would have no way of knowing this unless this is the story he was brought up on, and he would also have no way of confirming it due to having no other "relatives". knowing Belos, this is probably his shady way of saying "you were cloned from me so you technically come from a line of powerless witches" in a half-truth kind of way. Hunter also mentions Belos found him, took him and and gave him a staff, which I see this as Belos raising him on the mindset of proving his worth as compensation which is just fucking messed up ok

and on that note!!! look at Belos' ears! they are far smaller and rounded similar to Luz, albeit a little bit pointed, which is interesting because along with the eyes, Hunter's ears bear little resemblance to Belos' because they are shaped like a regular witch's ears save for the exact same nick.

and while we could credit it to Belos having the same identity as Philip Wittebane, mostly because we don't have a ton of information about Philip nor Belos' backgrounds at the moment to make a solid confirmation, it could also be possible that Belos is a direct descendent of Philip rather than Hunter? in theory, we don't actually know what a witch with human blood would look like, and what differences it would lend to in terms of appearances, so I'd like to think it's not completely out of the question yet.

Also, if Belos were Philip, I think the first place he would look to for resources on building the portal door would be his own diary, considering the amount of control he has over the public and I doubt the library would be an exception of this. it's very complicated at the moment, considering he knew how the door could be used when he took it from Luz in season 1, but at the same time he chose to build his own portal door from the pieces instead of making another copy. it could just be that the resources used for the original door are less abundant now than when it was first built, but if he were Philip's descendant I figure he would have at least some knowledge of the door, and possibly used it, but not know everything.

These are all my personal opinions though! They can easily be disproved in later episodes, or could be disregarded completely, but I thought I’d like to share my thoughts. I also noticed Hunter’s magic(?) when fighting Amity was yellow and i only noticed when I rewatched that scene and I thought it was cool.

TLDR: I think belos made a modded clone of himself (Hunter) using other ingredients that we might be provided more information on in the future, Belos is more fucked up than he looks imo, and I have some doubts about the Philip-Belos theory.

#PHEW #this took me 3 hours to type out + looking through all the episodes to get any hints that were going to be foreshadowed #I know this has probably been mentioned more than a million times already jgdjskf #I am proud of my theory with the galdorstone being the reason why he can’t conduct magic very well though!#not me infodumpinh about the clone theory #I really did consider the clone theory but I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD BE TRUE WTFFF #don’t tell me he’s planning to sacrifice Hunter though... especially with all the religious themes I pin on Belos #my post #txt #long post #the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house theory #theory #my notes #the owl house spoilers #toh #toh spoilers #toh season 2 #toh s2 #toh s2 spoilers #eclipse lake #eclipse lake spoilers #toh golden guard #golden guard #emperor Belos #belos #hunter #swearing tw #caps tw

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nagasakidivision · 3 years ago

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Drama Track: Leap of Faith 1-1

Alright, here's the first bit! This covers Haruto and...technically Shirou's introductions! All-italicized lines are internal monologue, parentheses are sound effects. I tried to match the feel of the drama tracks the best I could!

below cut for length etc you know the drill

[Open on sounds of construction equipment, cut by footsteps]

[Haruto]: ...Seriously? They just rebuilt this part of the campus six months ago. Ugh, how do I even get to the dorms now...

[Female student]: Oh, are you lost?

[Haruto]: N—

[Haruto]: Wait. In a situation as low-stakes as this, there's no reason to lie.

[Haruto]: Uh...haha. Well, to be honest, a little bit, they cut off the path I usually take and I don't have a great sense of direction.

[Female student]: Don't worry about it! The campus is a little confusing here, you get used to it. Let's see, you'll want to take a left here, and...

[Haruto]: That's — that's the student dorms.

[Female student]: Huh?

[Haruto]: I'm a PhD candidate.

[Female student]: ...Oh! Sorry, I'm not sure where the postgrad stuff is yet. I'm still a freshman.

[Haruto]: Haha, that's fine. I'll work it out, thanks.

[Female student]: Hey, what program are you a part of?

[Haruto]: Philosophy.

[Female student]: Oh, cool! I’m taking Intro to Ethics. Hey, could I ask you a question, then?

[Haruto]: …Sure, shoot.

[Female student]: Let’s say a man comes to you asking for help. He’s got evidence of a government conspiracy that could result in the deaths of dozens of people. He’s a fugitive now and asking you to shelter him while he tries to get the truth out, but you have to make a snap decision because the people chasing him are right behind him. If you shelter him, you’re going to be a criminal too, and you have no time to ask for proof. What do you do?

[Haruto]: …This is one of her homework assignments, isn’t it. It’s the kind of thing you’d ask a first-year to see if they can string together an argument, since it’s basically a slightly more complicated iteration on Kohl’s Dilemma with the added angle of needing to take someone at their word. Most people say yes but they can’t actually give a solid argument as to why, they just think it's the right thing to do.

[Haruto]: Well, I can’t assume that she just wants to cheat…and even if she is, it’d be best for her to learn rhetoric from the brightest mind of the century, right?

[Haruto]: Of course I'd hide him. It's more than wanting the truth to get out, or wanting to save people. I can’t guarantee any of those are what I’ll be committing to since I don’t have time to confirm the material reality of what he’s saying. I have the intent to do good, but any number of negative things could pan out from my decision. He could be lying, the truth coming out could cause further pain as the government tries to cover up the conspiracy, it could be he’s telling the truth and we’ll still both end up failing and end up dead or arrested.

[Haruto]: It’s about taking that chance that we can stop evil. Nothing’s certain in life, the universe is fundamentally absurd and senseless, but if you don’t hold fast to some kind of ideals then everything you do is just as arbitrary. You have to create your own meaning and bring sense to the world around you.

[Student]: Wow. I…think I follow. Hold on, let me write that down.

[Haruto]: Sure. Just make sure to credit me. I did write about that exact thought experiment for one of Doctor Takanashi’s classes.

[Student]: Ah…! How did you know?

[Haruto]: Aha! I was right. She never changes her syllabus. You could have said up front you needed a second opinion, you know.

[Student]: I—I’m sorry.

[Haruto]: Don’t apologize. You’d have been citing another philosopher either way, right? Might as well be me. You’ll be seeing my name in textbooks soon enough. I’m the brightest mind of the century!

[Student]: Um…sure?

[Haruto]: I’ll see you around! Oh, it’s Hirabayashi Haruto, by the way. Spell it “peace-grove sun-soaring!”

(Footsteps as he walks off.)

[Student]: What a weird guy.

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(Rapid-fire typing ensues, the loud, mechanical clacking of a typewriter. Haruto mumbles to himself as he types.)

[Haruto]: We cannot categorically call an action a good deed without the active intention to do good on the part of the moral actor. Humankind intuitively understands this. If a man plans to go to one city but boards the wrong subway and finds himself in another place entirely, we don’t say he got to that second city, we say he got lost trying to get to the first. When someone’s actions inadvertently result in the death of another person without homicidal intent, we call it manslaughter. A deed that results in good without the intent to do good is incidental, it’s an arbitrary reaction.

[Haruto]: Therefore, a good action begins with a statement of intent, an I must do this because, and be performed within a consistent framework.

(He cuts himself off. There’s a paper crumpling sound, then a soft rustle as it hits an apparently filled wastebasket. His forehead hits the desk with a thud.)

[Haruto]: Damn it. I’m not saying anything new. It’s a dissertation! I should be doing something groundbreaking here.

(There’s a knock at the door.)

[Haruto]: Sorry, one moment.

(There’s further rustling as he frantically tries to clean up parts of his apartment, then, a creak as he opens the door.)

[Mailwoman]: Delivery for Haruto Hirabayashi?

[Haruto]: …Uh, I’ve got a P.O. Box. They’re not supposed to do deliveries here.

[Mailwoman]: Look, I’m just doing what reception told me to do. Could you sign off on this?

(Haruto sighs.)

[Haruto]: Sure, why not.

(Scribble scribble. The package is handed off, and he closes the door.)

[Haruto]: A…Chuouku address?

(The box rattles as he shakes it.)

[Haruto]: Jeez; it's heavier than it looks. Wait, what if--

[Haruto]: No, that doesn't make sense. If it were a bomb or something it'd have exploded by now. And they wouldn’t bomb a school, it’s too much publicity.

(The rip of tape coming off cardboard.)

[Haruto]: ...! A Hypnosis Mic? No, there's three.

(Paper rustling and being tossed onto the floor. Haruto recites the usual letter that Chuouku sends out.)

[Haruto]: ...Ha. This has to be a joke. I don't even have any experience rapping. At least they gave me a return address.

(Haruto’s phone buzzes and a ring tone plays. There’s a soft thump as he sets the box on his bed.)

[Haruto]: Hello?

[Shirou]: Haruto. I've got a new development on our…business prospects. Could you please come to our usual meeting spot at your earliest convenience?

[Haruto]: Oh, Shirou. Yeah, I'm free today. I'll be over as soon as I can.

[Shirou]: Outstanding. I'll see you there. We'll have a new partner to work with so I'll have to introduce you two.

[Haruto]: Anyone I’d know?

[Shirou]: Haha. Maybe, but I doubt in the capacity you’re thinking of. What he brings to the table will be one-of-a-kind, I assure you.

(Haruto breathes in sharply. There's a slight pause as he measures out his words, but there's a spark of excitement when he speaks again.)

[Haruto]: So…do we have a breakthrough?

[Shirou]: It’s possible. I’d prefer to go over the details in person, if it's all the same to you. It will make things a lot easier on all of us.

[Haruto]: Right. I’ll see you there then.

(A soft beep as Haruto hangs up.)

[Haruto]: He was being really evasive. Must be important if he can't be specific...well. I guess I'll find out.

#little short but i'm trying to divide things up by character introduction #pt 2 arriving whenever i finish editing so probably not until next week lmao #finals..........#shakes fist #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #nagasaki division #fan division

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