#you liars and destroyers

[thedarksideofmymoonhasmatches]

When I was 11, I told my mother I didn't know what I was doing on this planet.

I remember that afternoon I spent in the garage searching our boxes, my mother's boxes during the first holidays in 1996, my grandparents watching me from another part of the garage, she muttering to him and him responding "I removed everything..." And then later "the grandfather wanted to meet her, but I said no it was enough after her mother". What grandfather exactly, because although I have a very strong preference for the humanities I can still count to four, like you have two parents and therefore four grandparents, two grandmothers and two grandfathers, one of those grandfathers was in the garage and the other one had died 15 years before that of parkinson's, so what grandfather was he talking about? The one in the cream American car?

I think about it sometimes, and in days like these I think about it more, I think about it a lot.

I still don't know why I'm here. Being different is only loss, whatever you do. And the world is full of selfish takers.

And still no one will answer me.

[bbunisre]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!

SUMMARY ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ in which panda gambles away all of toge's money so toge goes to beat his ass only to find that saving a woman from a petty crime leads him to an opportunity he wasn't expecting—to get money. in a relationship based off of money and sex and absolutely no feelings, will toge and you be able to stay afloat on this contractual relationship? or will it sink?

PAIRING ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ college!unhinged!toge x ceo!cougar!y/n

WARNINGS ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ half-smau/half-written, smut, fluff, angst, dirty jokes obvi, kys jokes because it's funny and maybe more

RELEASE DATE ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 25TH MARCH

INTRO: I <3 MILFS! | WHOREHOUSE

01: SAVE PANDA 2024

02: A HEROIC ACT (written)

03: TOGE IS A LIAR

MORE TO COME!

TAGLIST ( OPEN! comment to get tagged ): @r0ckst4rjk @komelrebi-san @morgyyyyyyy @chrimsychrism @justlibra @hellomeow12 @desideriumlove @misfits-army-van @k3lbade @xbarrjallenx @nahoye @scrappedup @corpusignis @lunasluuv @kodzuchar @noasiahatesyou @that-weeb-in-ur-closet @sukunamylovexoxo @h3xi2g0n3 @mxlt484 @kenmakodz @polarbvnny @cjutysjk @k4sss133 @b4tm4nn @ajayke-reads @vivi-loves-penguins @jayathelostdragon @kenmacantakemeaway @dilf-destroyer-04 @luvlybeom @deathbydelete

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea 14- Bride of shadow Milk

“I bet no one would ever love a monster such as him.”

“I bet he wouldn’t even treat his partner well.”

He would feel his annoyance and distaste and perhaps even anger grow at those comments before it came to him with a wild grin, “A bride”

Elder Faerie’s face went ghastly as a number of others in the area paled, White Lily only half aware replied, “A bride?” 

Shadow Milk grinned, almost looming, “A bride, they neither have to be a woman or just anyone of the female spectrum, I say Bride because it is the best word to describe what I want, and that is a willing bride to marry me.” The escaping giggles only dimming the atmosphere more, “And note I say willing, not interfering with the choice of who makes the decision. Oh, and I won’t take any of that sacrificing bullshit.” He lets out a little whistle, “Toodle~!”

Before disappearing. 

In the remaining chaos with numbers of fairies willing to volunteer to act as a sacrifice for the greater good- all against what the beast had spoken, one blonde contemplates and makes a silent decision. 

He doesn’t speak to any of the others of his decision, he knows what they speak, they would seek to dissuade him in his choice- but..

(He was the former holder of truth and its greatest liar, and he is oh-so familiar with the light of truth- with shadow milk.)

(Whether or not the beast remembers or recalls or buries in the back of his mind- Pure Vanilla knows things- secrets that the beast had whispered in moments of silence and solitude.)

(This is not an act of sacrifice- not an act of giving up everything to be a protector as everyone else would have called it- nor was it an act of redemption as some would have you believe.)

(No this was act of truth- of pure vanilla instead of burying himself with hurt and pain and deceiving others, he sought his other half to speak in whispers of truth.)

(He sought for the truth of actions- to find out what they were to each other- if they are enemies, replacement and replaced, hero and villain, Jester and king, healer and destroyer.)

(He wishes to seek if he can break these roles.)

Of all things, shadow milk had considered, for some reason he’d never thought- never consider Pure vanilla would be before him in his newly reclaimed territory. 

He’d specifically put a barrier around the area- trapping those damned faeries who thought they would be a sacrificial bride- yet of all people, its the one who he damn well knows would give his life in the first choice. 

Oh pure vanilla, just how much more interesting you have become.

He grins as slanters down from his throne to the waiting blonde.

(He didn’t come dressed in that king attire of his- no pointed cone crown-hat, no long white robes or waffle shoulder bearings, Pure vanilla doesn’t even bring that staff of his- No the flower is curled around the man's wrist as he walks in.)

(The outfit he bares- the tattered brown robes tided with rope, blonde hair halfway messy, stumbling and tripping and-)

(Something shifts instead him as the realization comes over him- no lies, no hidden agendas.)

(Pure vanilla came for the truth- no shields, no barriers and no differences.)

He less vicious as he comes down the stairs, “I see now, I’ll admit, I was caught off guard when you of all people arrived here first.” He touches pure vanilla check as the other tenses at the sudden touch. 

He leans over and whispers into others ear, “Now then, my dear, my bride, my pure vanilla.” He interlocks a hand forcefully with the other, “May we bound to the flames of the oven. I do my dear.”

The bell rings its toll, whether it be in celebration to union or the mourning of the actions taken this night is unknown.

But the whisper of Pure Vanilla is all the more damning.

“I do.” 

Is the whisper. And the beast grin only widens.

(Sorry for the late post! I've had exams, being sick and a bunch of other bullshit to deal with :p)

(But anyways- your bride of shadow milk.)

[tadbitsketch]

accidentally took a 4 hour nap and now i can't sleep so mcsm theory time!

ok so this is kind of something that i never really see be debated in the community, but i do see it be represented in different ways. i'm talking about ✨the parallels between the new and old orders✨

for the most part, we can all agree that

magnus: axel (griefer)

ellegaard: olivia (redstonist)

gabriel: petra (warrior)

which just leaves two characters in each order: ivor and soren, and jesse and lukas.

i keep seeing people represent jesse in soren's place, because they're both the leaders of their respective groups or something like that. but i disagree.

lukas parallels soren much better because they're both architects. they're also both writers who live(d) away from civilization. they also both have a habit of being a little* bit dramatic in their storytelling of their adventures.

so if everyone else parallels each other in their roles... how does jesse parallel ivor?

the funny thing about these parallels is how it's not just in job that they match... kinda.

and i have some fun lil theories/analyzations on this, of which i will share!

theory 1: similar arcs

something really cool about these two (and some other notable characters i'll discuss another time) is that they both have character arcs where they grow and change as people.

ivor's plans of revenge backfire horrendously, and after that problem is solved, he makes new friends. ones who aren't liars, people who genuinely help. they're brave, and they forgive. they're willing to learn and change.

and so is he does too.

meanwhile jesse is a noob who knows barely anything about minecrafting who eventually saves the world. they learn a lot from the mistakes of their predecessors.

both ivor and jesse grow as people because of mistakes from the past. they both are characters who have decided to change things from how they were, whether it be how they were themselves or how someone before them was.

theory 2: creation/destruction

so i came up with this awhile ago, but you can split the members of the order into two groups (based on their "classes," so to speak): creators and destroyers.

olivia and ellegaard make redstone contraptions, lukas and soren build. they are creators.

axel and magnus blow things up, petra and gabriel slay monsters. they are destroyers.

what is ivor, then? his role as an alchemist means that he can create potions to help AND potions to harm. he is both a creator and a destroyer.

and jesse, our main character with quite the skillset (except for alchemy), also fits both the roles of a creator and a destroyer. jesse does whatever the heck jesse wants.

boom. parallels.

and one other funky thing i've noticed

ivor's stone in the amulet is the lapis blue one. jesse's favorite color is canonically lapis blue.

[bits-and-babs]

Congratulations on 6,000🎉

☁️ #26 with Din Djarin pleaseee

“𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.”

pairing: the mandalorian x F!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Breast and nipple play and a smidge of dirty talk. relatively tame for me but I liked this idea so I ran with it! 

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It’s utterly pathetic, you think, the way your skin would burst into flames with a simple touch. It was never the same with anyone else, but the familiar, saffron coloured leather of Din’s gloved fingertips made your heart skip a beat.

“What was that?” The tinny sound of The Mandalorian’s modulated voice floats past your ears, whispering his query to you. He’d noticed, clocked the way you’d attempted to suppress a moan when his touch brushed your bare shoulder as he settled his palm against the pilot seat of the Crest. Heat tingles across the apples of your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to curl in a ball and hope for a blast from a Star Destroyer.

“T-That tickled,” you mumble, trying to explain away the sound you’d made while fiddling with the controls. Din’s gaze burns into the side of your face, reading you like an open book that has ‘I AM A LIAR’ scrawled in crimson red aurebesh across the pages.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” Mando hums softly, the words settling deep in your abdomen. The leather’s grain in his gloves slowly falls down your shoulder and against your collarbone. It traces teasing, swirling patterns against your decolletage before slipping beneath the collar of your open flight suit.

“I-I’m not,” you wheeze. It’s not a lie. But it is with him. Mando palms your breast, feeling your shallow breath before squeezing the palmful of flesh. You whimper softly, turning your face away from the Mandalorian in an attempt to preserve what little dignity you have left.

“I wonder where else you are sensitive?” He questions aloud, a playfulness dancing across his tone. Your back arches from the pilot chair when he traces the peak of your nipple. It’s impossible to hold your pelvis still, rocking it forward to gain friction against the seat. “Would you like me to find out?”

You can’t deny him, already choking on a moan of his name as your head rolls back.

[neyswxrld]

stormy weather

Echo, no pairing

summary: Echo has a low and is in a lot of pain after his physical therapy. Wrecker is there to help. Set after TCW S7 E1-4.

warnings: derpessed feelings, hopelessness, phantom pain

words: ~1400

a/n: hello everyone! here's another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch! this time i could even bring in three different prompts: "you're a bad liar.", battle scars and the bonus prompt light in the darkness. it's been a long time since i wrote something for echo, i hope you enjoy!

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Physical therapy was horrible.

He hated it with all his guts.

His legs hurt, they burned, and he felt like they were going to fall off. But the worst thing was: he couldn't make it feel better.

Hell, he didn't have those legs anymore and still they made his life so much more painful.

Pump, the physical therapist, tried to help him a lot and even though his tips and advice sometimes did wonders, he still hurt.

Then there was his stomach - he had problems adjusting to the amount of food he needed. When he was on Skako Minor, he was mostly fed with fluids. Now he needed to chew his food again, taste the grossness of it, and just swallow down the weird consistency.

Also - his muscles hurt. Pump always said he needed to build them up, so he can be fast and strong again. And he knew he had to. He really wanted to. But on some days, he just felt like he couldn't.

Today was a day like that.

Pump made him do some exercises with an odd looking thing. He never did those exercises before. Not even in ARC training. And even though he tried so hard, at some point he just couldn't do it anymore.

He felt like a failure. Like he wasn't good enough. How would he ever be able to keep up with everyone? Especially with the Batch? He could learn all their crazy plans, but how could he contribute anything, when he just wasn't strong, fast and persistent enough?

Pump had tried to cheer up him up, but Echo almost fled out of the training room.

He needed to get away. At the same time, he already felt the embarrassment creep up his neck. He felt like a shiny, on his first day on a Venator-class Star Destroyer, where everything was just overwhelming even though they already learned how it would be like on the inside. In theory, at least.

He was stumbling along the walls, trying to find his way to the Batch's barracks.

He just wanted to be alone and sulk in his hammock, until he felt better about his sorry self. He was so disappointed in himself and his lack of ability.

When he reached their barracks, he slipped inside. Relieved, he realized that he was alone. The others seemed to have training, or were up to something else.

He sighed once, before making his way over to his sleeping place, not bothering to turn the lights on.

From outside, he could hear thunder. The rain rattled against the large windows, and not for the first time he could laugh about the irony of Kamino. He felt like the weather was mirroring his conflicted and sad feelings. The storm outside was just as unpredictable and unhinged as the one inside him.

He curled up into a small ball, trying to disappear in himself.

When his hands... His hand touched his metal knees, and his scomp made a small 'clink' noise, he sighed a second time.

Never did he expect to turn out... like this, when he finally passed his final test, such a long time ago. With Fives, Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait.

He knew it was practically hopeless, but he still always imagined how all of them made it out of the war alive. Together. He liked to daydream about what would happen after all of it. After all the pain, and fear, and grief. He was sure Droidbaid would start a bakery one day. Cutup and Hevy would open a gym, just to train like maniacs themselves. And Fives probably would have traveled a lot. He always wanted to try and see new things. Just about his own future, Echo wasn't sure. But he soon realized, it wouldn't matter anyway.

After Rishi, after Hevy's, Droidbait's and Cutup's death, he realized that all their dreams and hopes were indeed meaningless.

He always thought he would during the war.

He was so sure he would, when that shuttle exploded on Lola Sayu.

He never knew what life would have brought for him, but he never would have guessed to turn out as a cyborg.

He almost didn't hear how the door opened behind him. Just when Wrecker's face appeared in his sight, he realized that he had company.

"Hey, Echo. Back again already?" the brawler asked and grinned down at him.

Echo looked back with big eyes. "Yeah," he nodded.

"So soon, too? Thought it would take another half an hour at least. How was it?" Wrecker started to talk to him, patting the side of his hammock.

Echo blinked a few times.

"Yeah... I-... Pump decided we should take a break. It was... great," he murmured and looked around, just not to meet Wrecker's eyes.

Wrecker stared at him for a few seconds, not moving an inch.

"Are you feeling okay?" he then decided to ask.

"I? Y-Yeah. I'm fine," he tried to assure his new brother, and forced a light smile on his face. It didn't reach his eyes. He knew that.

Wrecker knew, too: "You’re a bad liar."

He sighed again. "I know," he whispered.

Wrecker carefully stepped over and took a seat next to Echo, making the hammock swing back and forwards a few times.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked and put a hand on Echo's metallic calf. He couldn't feel the warmth of Wrecker's fingers, couldn't really feel the pressure. It was almost as if they weren't there at all.

Echo looked at Wrecker. At his younger, bigger brother, who seemed so happy and joyful all the time. He was so strong and gentle at the same time. And when Echo looked into Wrecker's face, at the scar and his milky eye, he just knew he could talk to him. When someone could understand what he was going through, even just in a slight way, it was Wrecker.

"It's just hard... Adjusting and stuff," he almost whispered.

He saw how Wrecker's thumb was moving up and down, swallowed, and took another breath.

"Physical therapy feels like torture. I can't- I just can't really do anything like I could before. I'm weak, and exhausted so fast. And I know it takes time, but it just takes... so long," he started to play around with his scomp, "and everything hurts."

Wrecker nodded, with an understanding look in his eyes.

"I know it's hard. And it's never going to be like before again. But we can try. We can try to make it easier. To make it better. And to make everything feel okay again," Wrecker said. "Healing isn't easy. It's hard and it's exhausting. And it's not just a straight line up. It's like a road full of holes and bumps and stones. But you have to try to jump over them, Echo."

Echo looked up at him with teary eyes. Wrecker's expression was so honest and genuine, that he didn't doubt a word he said.

"I know it's hard, but you have to keep going. I know you can. And if you need help, we're always here for you," Wrecker ended.

Echo nodded. He knew, but everything just seemed so hopeless sometimes.

"What helped you the most?" the former ARC-Trooper wanted to know.

A small smile appeared on his brother's lips.

"My brothers. The Batch," he said, and his smile grew even bigger.

"Every time I felt like I was at the bottom and couldn't do it anymore, they were there. And they pulled me up again. I couldn't have done it without them," he confessed, and Echo's heart warmed a bit by that.

He smiled at Wrecker, and he realized that everything just felt a little lighter.

The storm in him seemed to calm down a little. The clouds made space for a small ray of sunlight.

He still had aches everywhere, and he still was way too exhausted. But at least he felt a little spark of hope in him, like a light in the darkness. Warm and cozy, and ready to get even brighter.

Wrecker's words felt good, and he knew he could seek out the others whenever he needed them. Even Crosshair.

He knew everything would be going to be okay again. He knew he could do it. He knew he would be up and kicking again, even if it would take some time.

Sometimes he just needed a little heads up.

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[flowers-of-io]

To celebrate Witch Queen Day, here are all fics I’ve written so far that take place during or pertain strictly to the events of TWQ! Chronologically, because at this point I’m a danger to society.

you liar, you destroyer – Savathûn is dead and then she is not, and Xivu Arath struggles to cope with that

Dark Architecture – the throne world is being remade in the Light, and Immaru observes his new Lightbearer

Cartography – Savathûn and Immaru follow the traces of her past self

to a flame – Lucent Moths are discovered, and inquiries made

Dark Mirror – a story of change, chaos and hope, and the Lucent Brood’s growing pains

thoughts of alpha lupi – the Guardian comes to rescue the Traveler; the Traveler watches

Shape: Shattered – Rhulk drowns in the Deep

We Meet at the Point of Tension – the Witness tries to salvage what is left after the Guardians’ onslaught on the Pyramid, and an old enemy shows up to throw in her five Glimmer

[everythingfiction22]

Rating 2020/2021 Danganronpa Fanfictions

(Kokichi x Reader version)

Troublemakers At Night - I remember reading this one in 2021 and did a re-reading, apparently the author of this book has decided to re-write it now, I'd give it a solid 9/10.

The Ultimate Liar - This one I used to love back when it got published, looking back to it i got a different experince while reading it. 6/10 (There's also a 2nd book btw)

My Destroyer - Y/N is an alcoholic confirmed. 5/10

Childhood Prankster - Entertaining, it has that kinda drama that's bad yet you want to know what happens next. 7/10 (ALSO POOR Y/N.)

The Perfect Plaything - LOVE THE LAYOUT, overall good. 8/10

I am very much aware that there are many more out there, but i think my eyes are starting to burn from staring at a screen for so much. Not to mention Oneshots was a huge thing back then and there is a crap ton of them. It was actually both Enjoyable, cringe and funny to read these again. I'll probably make another version with other popular characters.

[moth-writing-pit]

"Truce"

"Where is it? It was right here, it couldn't have grown legs walked away!" The older, bandaged man huffed as he searched his bedroom one again. It shouldn't be so hard to lose a gold amulet. He cast a wary glance to the moon from his dusty window. Ignacio was probably going crazy but was that the silhouette of man perched on the tree outside? He opened the window and and scowled as he realized he recognized the figure.

"Looking for something?" The figure pulled sonething from behind their back, letting it dangle in the chilly night breeze. The amulet. The strange necklace that allowed its wearer to live even after they normally would die. The figure wore a lazy grin as they watched Ignacio's expression change to a blend of wariness and anger. "I'd apologize for the late hour but that would be a lie and I'm no liar," Remedy's tone was one of mock innocence.

The former cultist considered his options. He could play along and learn what the divine wants by humoring it, or he could be direct and risk getting half-truths and otherwise unhelpful answers.

"You didn't come here for fun did you?" Ignacio asked, not bothering to hide the slight defensive-ness of his tone. The smile on Remedy's fave dropped though not completely.

"That's right. I came to propose a truce between you and I. To be clear, I'm still distrustful of you, I'm doing this to avoid having my pact holder learn anything she shouldn't"

"I don't trust you either but I'll agree to this truce. Do you mind coming here and giving the amulet back?"

"What for? You're no longer a servent of the Great Destroyer. You've no need to forfeit mortality. I'm going to dispose of this horrid accessory," Its eyes narrowed at him. If he really was no longer a member of the cult, why would he want the amulet back? Shouldn't he want nothing to do with it?

"That isn't your business, Dream Keeper." He spat, crossing his arms. "I have my reasons, now, give it back"

Remedy sigh and released a cloud of swirling smoke of several colors. When the smoke cleared they were in their normal serpentine form. It floated over, extending a paw slowly. Ignacio snatched the gold amulet and met the six pale blue eyes of Remedy. "I don't trust you and you don't trust me but we can both agree Eyes must be stopped," he murmured softly before closing the window, burying the amulet in a drawer of his nightstand and settling into bed. He heard the faint whoosh of Remedy going back to wherever its pact holder was. Ignacio briefly wondered who exactly Remedy was in a pact with but he didn't linger on the thought, instead pulling the coarse blanket up to his chest and closing his eyes hoping a dreamless sleep would overcome him.

[aaronofithaca05]

Hi! Part 3: the truth of my fic: The first night is out

<-Part 2

“Yes, father” he responded from amongst the crowd.

“What happened?, he bluntly shouted.

“Wait,  better not ask, as my poisoned words were the ones that began your pain”. He said as he was trying to occult his shedding pearls amidst a façade of well.

“Son; come here, you NEVER, NEVER send me poisoned words” I said calmly

“ As honey never spoils” I said while trying to stay put, and then with my breaking throat: “my love to you  will stay as the inmutable stars of the night” Even if you burned all Ithaca, all the lands under Uranus. I said softly; “You will always be my son, my joy, my sun”. I tried to hug him, to tell him everything was as good as ever. Ever

“Then… Why did you evade my question? “. Telemachus' reaction to my promise, to my love, was a question that veiled the sorrows of a fatherless son, of a man whose only memory of me were tales of old, the anger of a naive soul.

“Telemachus, let me..”. I tried to tell him everything but  his impetuous anger cut me, again.

 “You´re Odysseus the man of many turns,” He reprimanded me while shouting as I lowered my head to the floor

“The cunning master of the Danaoi” He added, I assisted

“Breaker of divine's Troy walls”, He added to the list.

“Telemachus, I wa..” He didn't let me end,

“Oh sorry Odysseus son of Laertes” he said while his tears filled his soft face, his little hairs forming pearls of anguish. “I meant Odysseus,the destroyer of cities”. That cut me down to the core, I saw the floor of before impenetrable Troy filled with the blood and bodies of them all, he´s body, staring stiff to the void, the face of an innocent, the face of Telemachus, I couldn´t saved him there, 

“I won't lose you here” I thought.

 I was being killed and gutted by the voice of my son, of our son, of our sweet Telemachus.

“Telemachus, please I´m Oddy…” I was stopped again, trying to say “Telemachus, I´m Odysseus, father of Telemachus, you are my most prized soul, my greatest achievement, no lie, no masterful plan, no horse, nothing can compare to the pride I have and will always have being able to call myself your father”

He then stop, he looked towards where I interrogated the poor little girl and with a heart full of hate he shouted: “Odysseus, Slayer of Circe,

“Slayer of..Circe '', I froze, my expression changed to ingenuity.

He saw the change in face and thought it was “liar” what caught me

“Yes liar, isn't that what you are? How can I call myself the son of a beggar and a liar????!!!!!”

Our blood ran cold, all light faded, all the spring air became the underworld, all stopped. He collapsed like the Walls of the doomed city while I was running to him, with pearls so big that only immortals could have.

He berated, he punched me, he tried to get me off.

“Liar, liar” He shouted if Zeus lighting was contained inside him

“…..father” I kissed him while grabbing his soft looks

“….Πα…i'm sorry” he spoke softly as the clouds

“Don´t be” I said as I looked into his watery eyes while our foreheads were touching, we were for the first time son and dad.

After that, he was still defiant but soft as a young kid (goat), I felt how his factions softened but not his lips, there was anger still inside.

“Telemachus”, I said, trying to rock him as I did before I left home.

“all you said was true, I was a liar, so many people had been sent down under my sword” I whispered, he held me closer and tighter while I felt moisture in my cloth.

“But I didn't kill Circe”, I said.

He pushed me out, his anger, his stream of pearls was rekindled, he was more fierce than any storm I faced, he was tougher than any foe I faced, every monster, even I. 

“Why must you keep lying to me!” he said while hugging himself

“I don´t lie”, “ she's alive” I said, sincerely as my love to him.

“You let that witch live?” Telemachus shouted again.

 “You let the daughter of Helios live to see his father once more” He seemed confused amidst his whines.

“Why would I killed her?, she nurture us to live, she prepared us, she let her home open for us, she is the greatest foe we faced, her dignity and hospitality were an example for all of the civilized” I said convinced and serene in every word; he grew paler with each letter, with each word and his eyes more deep and bottomless than before.

“And the pigs, what about the piGS!!” he clinged to that idea, trying to get me.

“You let your men die?” He put his hand in his heart waiting for my collapse but I was standing up.

“No one died on that island under my watch, only Elaipnor met his fate, for lounging in the roof of her palace and fell asleep a month or two before leaving” then added “the rest perished in Thrinacia”.

“Wait” I could see his confession brimming and humming in his perfect ears.

“then the gray-eyed goddess helped, the sword trick, Circe's curse…It was a lie”.

“What did you say?”. I asked softly and awaited his answer as I awaited the moment of holding him tight forever.

“Friend told me”, he sincerely said.

 “Friend”  I remember that word “friend” but I did not hold it dear anymore, as the friend he talked about I knew who was.

“She told you sweet stories thinking i was going to be here and one day tell you truth”

“The truth”, “The truth”,he scoffed bitterly

 “How many truths are there?” “I only wanted my dad”, “ We only wanted you” he whined as he collapsed again.

“I only wanted you Πα”, Telemachus whispered, hugging my knees.

“I have endured, I stayed strong, I did what I was told”, “but still, your soul wasn't here with us”. he gently spoked as a small creek.

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[mako-neexu]

ObeGuda somewhat angsty brainrot where Guda summons Obe in a normal HGW and falls hard and fast in the span of what, two-three weeks? And since it's just normal JK Guda and not Master of A Hundred Servants, Destroyer of a Few Worlds Guda, she gains insecurities because JK Guda can't see through Obeberon's lies as well as Veteran Guda can.

Obe is VERY MUCH still very obsessed (Because neophyte or naiive, this girl is still Guda) and is generally a very mean tsundere who is more Tsun than Dere...

JK Guda who becomes more self-conscious, more paranoid about how people see her post-HGW and Oberon unsummoning because titania, titania, titania still rings in her ears despite the owner of said words being gone.

I tried my best!💪 Its really rough! But i like the concept!

-

Despite her quiet room, basked in moonlight, in darkness and faint glow from her study lamp, Ritsuka forced herself to breathe evenly. Even as her heartbeat was loud in her ears.

“Ritsuka, I heard some loud noise over there! Are you okay?” Her mom calls out, her shadow partially obscuring the hallway light that peeked from underneath her door.

“Yes! I’m sorry, I just fell asleep from studying!” As fast as she can while keeping quiet, she slips into her pajamas out of her school uniform, making sure her hair was not too windswept nor too neat to make the lie believable in case her mom barges in.

“...Alright. Just sleep early so you don’t catch up on it in class.”

As the woman’s footsteps receded as well as the light from beyond her door now void, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Entering through her window had been risky as it would reveal her location to the other Masters, but it was worth it as her mom had nearly walked in on her room which had slightly transformed into a bug's nest.

“Oberon, I told you to keep the centipedes out of my pillow.” She turned to her Servant, already hogging her bed for himself as she readied herself for bed.

It’s been… a couple of weeks since she summoned him for this weird war she suddenly got herself into and to say the least, she wants to hit him on the head constantly. He’s just so… confusing. Obviously, he’s a liar. Yet his lies seem to be two-faced too.

Sometimes he’d be sarcastic, sometimes he’d be so scornful she was a little shaken, sometimes… he’s roundabout with his words.

Even when his words were things she couldn’t fully trust though, Ritsuka learned a little later that reading him through his actions and intentions was far more useful and easier for her to understand. Not that it made him easier to really understand though.

Just as she climbed into the bed, a dark clawed hand pulled on her own, forcing her to go down and be smothered against his nape with her yelp muffling into it.

“Just get used to it, idiot.” He grumbles against the top of her head, ruffling her hair. And initially, she was repulsed by the bugs that infested her room ever since Oberon appeared and now followed her around everywhere she went, she found herself slowly becoming comfortable with them.

After all, never once did Oberon’s friends bite her. To most they did was sleep and crawl all over her, which was cute. But it made her really ticklish under her shirt.

“What if I accidentally squish them while sleeping?” She whispered, hesitantly wrapping an arm around his body as she nuzzled into his embrace. Even though he had zero body heat, she still found comfort in his arms.

There was a tired sigh that bordered on annoyance, “You’re seriously getting on my nerves.”

Before Ritsuka could even see it coming, her lips were sealed into a kiss, a pair of cold, solid lips enveloping her own. She makes a noise of surprise but nevertheless lets him do what he wants.

…She’d never admit it, but she liked it when he suddenly does things like this to her.

–

“...You called me ‘Titania’, when you were summoned.” Ritsuka looks at the pretty flowers growing nearby, her hand caressing small smooth locks of silver hair with pink tips from Oberon’s small form. “Why’s that?”

Despite his chibi appearance sitting like a king on her lap, he takes a big bite of her sandwich, “Really? Well, couldn’t it just be you were hearing things?”

No. Ritsuka was one hundred percent sure she heard Oberon say that to her. As if… As if he had been in awe of seeing her again, as if she had died and come back to life before his eyes only to be engulfed by the dark-insect like figure, holding onto her like a lifeline, murmuring Titania in her ears.

What was that? Why did Oberon looked like that? Seeing both as herself and someone else?

Based on the information she got from the other Masters luckily doing monologues outloud, Oberon’s class wasn’t registered in what was supposed to be only the original seven that were summoned.

Yet, in what was supposed to be Archer’s place though was a ghastly Abyssal Insect summoned in the sky that only mages and magic-sensitive beings had seen.

Oberon was summoned like that, devouring buildings, infrastructure, people as a ‘tornado’ which was described by the common residents from the other town. Although only a part of the city had been damaged, she was lucky that Lancer’s Master told her to catch the attention of the dragon-like insect before it consumed all of Japan in its rampage.

Back then, she felt his eyes zero in on her, which made him automatically stop, disappearing from the sky before appearing right before her with a pale look, murmuring a foreign name against her hair.

Looking down at Oberon, Ritsuka slipped her hands underneath him to carry him so they could stare at each other evenly.

—Innocent looking sky blue eyes meet a golden gaze that compliments a twilight sky.

…For some reason, a promise echoed into her mind. Never said before, never heard before in her entire life.

“Shall we fall into the nonexistent bottom of the Abyss together?” The Oberon in the brief flashback smiled and made her heart skip a beat.

She should find it creepy, she should be repulsed, yet… Why did she feel so flustered and overwhelmed?

As revenge, Ritsuka decides to chuck him to the sky, yelling out how stupid he was before going back inside the school before lunch period ended.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

The Modern Lovers - Boston Center for the Arts, Boston, Massachusetts, February 23, 1974

The end of the Original Modern Lovers? This might've been the band's final official gig — thanks to Jesse J for passing along a recently surfaced tape. Jesse calls the recording's quality "atrocious," and he's not wrong (though it's as much the fault of the venue's cavernous acoustics as it is the tape's). Whatever, atrocious quality audience recordings are what Doom & Gloom is all about, am I right? So adjust your ears and take a trip back to a bitter New England winter just about 50 years ago.

Historic/interesting stuff! The set sees the Modern Lovers attempting to bring together their older, more VU-inspired material with the quieter, more innocent songs that Jonathan Richman was writing. There are tunes that will certainly be familiar — "Roadrunner," "Government Center," "Pablo Picasso," etc. And then there are several strong songs that — as far as I know — don't appear anywhere else in the Modern Lovers' discography (officially or unofficially). And hey, it all works pretty well; in some alternate universe, the band might've been able to reconcile their two sides and finally record a proper debut LP. It was not to be, alas — soon, Jerry Harrison would head back to Harvard to get his master's degree in architecture. And today, he is renowned as one of the world's greatest architects ... right???

Of course, we have to note the truly bonkers lineup — a heretofore unknown alignment with the Velevet (sic) Underground and George Thorogood galaxies. Though if the description below is correct (though the source says the date was Valentine's Day), Moe Tucker didn't even get to play because of George. That's truly b-b-b-b-bad. But, as Jesse pointed out, Jonathan and Moe did make it into the studio a few days later to record their charming rendition of the VU's "I'm Sticking With You." Was Moe's band really called the Bloody Virgins?! Hmmm, further investigation is warranted.

An eyewitness account? Although the Modern Lovers broke up in 1973, they reformed in '74 (maybe late '73) with a different drummer but that didn't last long because the drummer hated Jonathan. They did at least one concert: Valentine's Day 1974. I was there early with Jonathan so I got to see all the sound checks for all three bands. Unfortunately, the idiot promoters let the mediocre opening band, George Thoroughlynogood and the Delaware Destroyers, play for one hour and 45 minutes. They should have had 25 minutes max. Thus, the Modern Lovers could only play one hour. And the second band couldn't play at all, which is very unfortunate, as it was Mo Tucker's excellent (and totally unknown) all-girl band the Bloody Virgins (but me and Jonathan got to watch their excellent 25-minute sound check). Seven or either years ago, an internet music forum was discussing Mo, and I talked about seeing that band. A noted music critic (and friend of Mo) was pissed off and said that Mo never had any such band and that I was a liar. Luckily, I still had the concert ad and uploaded a photo of it to the forum.

Ernie Brooks: At one of the last gigs we did, when we played “Roadrunner,” we still didn’t have a record out, but that was always a catchy song, and we actually got some applause—and then Jonathan said, “People like that song too much; I don’t think we should do it anymore….” I think it was just part of Jonathan’s natural inclination that when things seemed to be going well—to go against it. He was very contrary. He was very difficult. I mean, anybody who is on to something new has some element of being a contrarian, because they’re rejecting the status quo. They’re doing something in the way they’ve figured out how to do it—and they don’t want to hear something different, even if it could make things better. When Jonathan said, “I won’t play 'Roadrunner' anymore,” it was pretty much the classic case—you can’t really get any more contrarian than that.

[sleepyeye17]

Part 2 of Queen Steve

Words: 664

Notes: This is a sequel to my last short bit, which can me found here, but this can also be a standalone.

Everyone is at Eddie’s new apartment. It’s a small apartment in a cheap complex built to house the people displaced in the earthquake. It was meant to be temporary, but they’ve been here for over a year now. Eddie and Wayne don’t mind. It’s bigger than the trailer was, and it’s two doors down from Max and her mom, which is nice.

The table in the apartment is too small for the whole gang, so they’re eating while lying on the floor. Tonight isn’t a game night, it’s just a general hang-out. Steve is here, bringing pizzas and soda and a big salad that he mostly eats on his own. He and Eddie still haven’t told the kids about their relationship. They certainly haven’t told anyone that Steve does drag in Indianapolis on Saturday nights. 

“Eddie has a girlfriend in the city,” Lucas says, out of the blue. Steve turns to Eddie, looking surprised and anxious.

“What!” Eddie says, “I do not!”

“You do. Max and I saw you come home last night.”

“I didn’t see anything,” Max says. “I’m fucking blind, you insensitive elbow.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“Forgiven,” Max says simply.

“Anyways, I saw it,” Lucas corrects. “Max and I both heard it. I was bringing Max back from the movies, and Eddie brought a girl home. I saw him take her into his apartment.”

“I heard something,” Max says. “I thought it was Steve though.”

Steve’s eyes are wide and terrified.

“Me!? Not me!”

“It wasn’t Steve,” Lucas says. “It was a girl. She was blonde.”

“Was she hot?” Dustin asks. 

“She looked like Dolly Parton.”

The room explodes with shouts of disbelief.

“You’re lying!”

“I swear,” Lucas says, holding his hands up defensively.

“You’re fucking with us!”

“Why would Eddie pull a Dolly lookalike? That’s not his type at all.”

“How would Eddie pull a Dolly lookalike?”

“Dolly is everyone’s type.”

“Alright!” Eddie looks hard at Steve, hoping that he’ll trust him on this. Steve looks like he might run for the hills before Eddie can do damage control. “First things first. I did not bring home a girl last night.”

“Lucas, you liar,” Mike shouts, smacking Lucas in the arm.

“I saw it!” Lucas yelps.

Eddie holds up one finger.

“Quiet.” 

They fall silent. Eddie knows how to command a room. 

“I didn’t bring a girl home last night. I brought a goddess home. And don’t you ever forget it.” He holds up another finger. Steve’s blush could stop traffic. “SECONDLY. I resent the implication that I can’t get a girl. I can, if I want to. I just usually don’t want to. THIRDLY. My type, as you call it, does not run exclusively to freaks. I am an equal opportunity destroyer. I will now allow for five questions, but I do maintain veto power."

“What’s her name?” Mike asks.

Eddie looks to Steve. Steve’s drag name is Connie Cushion, and Eddie could tell the kids that name without revealing Steve’s identity. But Steve gives an imperceptible shake of his head. Steve’s drag persona is still very personal, and he isn’t totally ready to share Connie with anyone, even if the kids don’t know it’s him.

“Her name is Nunya,” Eddie said. “Nunya B. Swax.”

The kids groan in protest.

“I told you, I maintain veto power.”

“How did you meet her?” El asks.

“At a bar in Indy.”

“Is she a musician?” Dustin asks.

“She sings sometimes, and she can also dance. She’s also a beast at baton twirling.”

“Is that a euphemism?” Mike asks.

“No. She really does twirl a baton. If I was going to make a euphemism it would be better than that.”

“Does she actually look like Dolly Parton?” Max asks.

“She does, although she has brown eyes. She is blonde, and has big hair. She likes wearing white leather jackets and combat boots.”

“Is it serious?” Will asks.

Eddie can feel Steve watching him. He swallows and licks his lips.

“That’s up to her,” he says. 

“Man, you’re whipped,” Erica teases. 

Eddie meets Steve’s gaze and grins. 

“Proudly.”

[shallowseeker]

hi shall!!!! it’s whiskey!!! i wrote this post and wanted to know your thoughts on michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good? (ex: if he had been out of the cage when the it was damaged after amara was released or when jack was born) because i think knowing this information could have, considering he chooses willful ignorance. (or you could go the route that he knew somewhere deep down, but didn’t want to know, and that’s why he flipped so easily on him)

some things rattling in my head that are influencing this:

- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

- he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—the good son, the favorite. but chuck tells lucifer that he’s his favorite! i’m currently picturing his reaction to this and it’s doing things to me.

- i agree with your post about chuck manipulating people through caring about people. it reminds me of when dean criticized jack for making promises to cas prior to his death in all along the watchtower. i do think this is why michael “went back to god” (because imo his lil speech sounds fake as hell) because he couldn’t bring adam back. so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

- - (side note) he said his essence was pulled from their body, which begs into question where ‘away’ is, since it’s clearly not heaven. (this is in regards to chuck telling becky he sent her husband and kids ‘away’ before he did the same to her)

- the whole interaction between him and lucifer in s5. (“we’re brothers, we could just walk off the chessboard,” and michael actually looks like he wants to and says he can’t.)

sorry for this long post, i just genuinely feel like you’re the only one who gets my thoughts about this stuff and wanted to know if it tickles your brain in the same way. i’ve currently got a couple (midam-centric) fics in the works and needed to lose my mind in your inbox lol

hope you’re doing well!!!

Hello again! It seems like I confused myself on your question and smashed several things together, ehehe.

I'll try to add some thoughts on the specific things you pointed out:

michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good?

Hmmm. There are a few things that we saw attenuate his behavior that are fun to consider here:

Adam. He wanted Adam to "be his guide" on Earth, showing an interest in spending time on Earth. It's interesting that his words echo Cas from 9x03: "In any event, I – I do now see how difficult life can be ...I think you'll be great teachers."

Cas. Their interactions are so fun! He fights with him! Sasses him! Cas lures him into a brawl, and then injects him with memories. And Cas is somewhat trustworthy, because instead of smiting Cas or calling him a liar, he sulks and despairs over the information, appealing to Adam for his opinion.

, As above, appealing to Adam about a difficult topic. This shows that Adam is someone he's grown to trust and identify with, and although he's sulky about it, he allows Adam to challenge him on his views (we see that he beats others that do in the past, like Zachariah, mirrored behavior with the AU version of Zacharaiah).

Arguably, the AU Michael also had the potential to turn on Chuck because "fulfilling his destiny" and tearing Lucifer apart "in the skies over Abilene" was so intensely painful and disillusioning that he named himself Destroyer of Worlds and vowed to hop worlds, destroying them until he "caught up to the old man" in order to kill him. Nonetheless, AU Michael had a moment where he longed for connection, soliloquizing to Jack about them being the same in 14x09 and later referring to the moment as "a moment of familial weakness that won't happen again."

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- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

Oh, interesting! You're right. On the one hand, this points to a zealous desperation to fight Lucifer; on the other, he's almost Forcing Destiny (TM) to happen. Is he depressed or desperately searching for some mission in a life that has no inherent/fulfilling meaning?

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- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—

This makes me think about the concept of Heaven and persecution for not just actions but also thought crimes. Anna said something to that effect: We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have.

I think this points to that Michael was also not immune to the power structure of Heaven. Of course, we can also take this as he's the originator of it... but somehow I think it spirals back to Chuck's former anger, as Metatron references enjoying Chuck's "former wrath" in 11x20, with this: "There he is. That's the guy I know!"

One might take this in summation with this line in 5x22: "What's this? Another one of God's tests?" ...as just one in a long line of Chuck's endless way of having his subjects and sons prove their love and obligations.

LUCIFER/SAM: We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.

This almost sounds like A test in a LONG LINE of tests. Hm? That's fairly cruel and would have longterm effects for both of them if so... And yes, we CAN certainly take Michael's action as a sign of "having little free will," but if it's attenuated by a long line of cruel obedience tests from Chuck, combined with Lucifer's long-running history of betrayals and Evil (TM)...

I think it's probably intertwined with a lot more than his simplified company line of Destiny (TM) than even he is willing to admit.

The anxiety/fear re; "one of dad's tests" is of particular interest to me here... Hm.

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so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

Yes, my thinking is mostly indirect, but I quite like the thought! Lucifer's words about Jack, about referencing being "on the winning team." I just thought it was an interesting way to play it that Michael might be interested in the same thing, now that he has something to lose.

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I dunno how I did answering these for you @jack-deaniels but I hope you found some of this fun!

[xeriprincess]

Ateez as Monsta X lyrics

Both of them are my ults so making this was a blast. All songs on repeat 24/7

Hongjoong

we could talk it out but you love to fight, right?

is it misbehaving when we love all night?

━━ from misbehave

Seonghwa

this love is sick and it spreads like wildfire

a single touch and the sparks fly

i’m burning up on the inside

━━ from wildfire

Yunho

pieces and pieces of us on the floor

oh we said enough and now there's nothing more to say

━━ from secrets

Yeosang

i believe in fate, i believe in us

i believe in honesty, i believe that we don't change

i close my eyes and believe that you're by my side

━━ from destroyer

San

baby don't go, you gotta hold me tight

ain't got time to do this anymore

please let me knock out this door

━━ from destroyer

Mingi

your thick scent, heavy breath

classic as they come

i don't wanna ever let you go

━━ from nobody else

Wooyoung

love me, love me, love me

tell me, tell me, tell me

just like how I want you, do you want me?

━━ from beautiful liar

Jongho

don't tell me your secrets, just leave them behind

cause i can't imagine what you'll think of mine

━━ from secrets

[flowers-of-io]

to a flame

A grand discovery is made, and the Lucent Queen wishes to personally hear all about it.

you liar, you destroyer

“When I am separated from my worm, I’ll be separated from Xivu Arath too. And then my sister will be alone. The last of us. But as much as I care for her… I cannot stay like this.”

put all your paper maps away

The Osmium Court waits for the god-wave.