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Read this if you haven't. It's almost been a year since I wrote it. And it might not be completely Canon compliant, it's still one of my favorite babies.
We have Vega slowly disliking his own kind
Cam standing up for those he cares about
An OC that you will have a lovely time dunking in
And Warden being compared to a former lover and forced to endure demon-related bigotry.
I still see your face
IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!
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CW: Cursing, D(a)emon bigotry, Canon compliant violence, Vega-typical manipulation, Cam slander (i'm sorry), Alnilam slander (not sorry also everyone should hate her and blame her), Some original character cameos, FL and Gavin and Caelum cameos
Summary:
"Sometimes I still see your face laying on my shoulder. And my heart beats so fast that I start to feel alive again."
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The Chorus took Brachium from him, and he wasn't going to forgive them. Nor was he going to give up on his lover. He did not go through thousands of years and a steward like Alnilam to suddenly be left alone. But he also didn't know that a naive little Inchoate would remind him of what he lost either.
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"Pretty sure we were talking about how Cam is a dinosaur."
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The birthing process was a difficult one, for humans and demons. And daemons. But while for humans, they had to tear and stretch parts of their bodies, for demons (and daemons) the Elision Well had to pull magic from its surroundings to form a demon. Whatever the majority of demons were nearby was usually what would be caused to form.
He was pulled from seemingly nothing, shoved into a plane of existence he knew nothing about. His aura, all red and black and a green so dark it blended seamlessly into the black – flickered as he tried to regain his bearings. Other demonic auras flashed around him, only serving to unground him further. The only information he had was his name and his limits on emotions he was capable of feeding on. Other than that… he was lost.
Be still, young coalesced. A voice sounded, words vibrating through his essence. His attention turned towards the cause, and was greeted with forest green and black. A softer mix than his own. He moved away from them, his emotions sharp with distrust. The calming mix didn’t back away or move forward, hanging suspended in the swirling mix of raw magic. My name is Brachium. Do you know who your steward is?
Steward. The word was familiar and he could feel a tug on the core of his astral form. But everything just looked like blobs to him. He didn’t answer, glancing back towards the pit that spat him into this new life. 
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none of you are helpful, i have yet to learn a god damn thing.
One test down, one more to go. (And then I have another on Monday. I'm just drowning)
Can someone give me a rundown of Milo's Foolverse audio? I don't have the mental capacity to listen to it, but I have people on my dash that were screeching about it and I'm curious/confused
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hahahaa
this is the question
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what if
what if i pretended i can write
and i wrote a sad story
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Darlin and Quinn's song is Monster by Meg Meyers.
no wait. where are you going? come back. i can explain. don't make me tie you to a chair.
okay. now that you're back.
"I gotta know that your heart beats fast and I gotta know I'm the only one for you"
Are you going to tell me that's not the sound of Quinn distancing Darlin from their pack??
"What have I become? I'm a fucking monster When all I wanted was something beautiful"
Darlin. Do I really need to explain?
"My love too much Your love not enough"
Quinn didn't love Darlin the way that they needed. And considering Darlin was trying to protect the pack by distancing them as they hunted down Quinn, that might be one of the ways they show their love -> protection. And with David, we saw they can take that too far. They love too much.
"Oh, what it takes out of me to lay by your side Oh, well it aches and it aches You make me wanna die"
Darlin being with Quinn and finding out what he's done. They couldn't just stay with him after that.
"I gotta kill you my love"
Self explanatory.
"You said forever, now you look right through me You said forever, did your words fall short like you?"
Quinn's a vampire. Immortal (as far as they know) so clearly he could promise forever. Forever was as long as Darlin stayed with him and didn't report his actions. So his words fell short. As for falling short like him, this could be literal depending on how you view Darlin and how you view Quinn. Or it could be Darlin making a dig at his height. (If anyone's been around insecure guys, a way to break their self-made pedastal is make a comment about their height. Like, a 6'2" is still shorter than some high school students. I had a track student in my high school that was 6'6".)
The rest of the lyrics are just repetitions of this.
NOW ARE YOU REALLY GONNA TRY TO TELL ME THIS DOESN'T FIT THOSE TWO??
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Werewolf Anton can break my ba- *dies*
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Lately on my mind has been Frederick and Bright Eyes.
I, unfortunately enough, found Redacted originally pretty early into his channel. But I also wasn't really into asmr bf experiences, so I kind of just went "Oh cool. Anyway, where are my animations?"
So while I did know about his channel's existence, I never got to experience Fred's storyline. Which is major bummer and very much my bad. Not very cowabunga of me.
But, I do know some basics from having some explanations gracefully dunked on my head upon request. And with the newest info (relatively new anyways) of Fred taking Sam's last name, and Sam getting in a few hits on Quinn for what he did, you have to assume he's Hella close with Fred, if not BE as well by now. I mean, it's been years since they were turned.
So... what happens to them with Sam leaving the clan? Are they leaving with him? Are they staying? Are they splitting up? Like, what's going on? Are they going with Vincent (to my understanding Fred was kinda close with Vincent too?)
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Lovely had been opened up to so many different sensations throughout their life. The sore spot on their finger from where their pencil rested after writing an essay, or when they fell off the monkey bars and almost dislocated their shoulder.
The magical world was no different. They could feel Adam's fangs digging into their neck as they laid in bed sometimes, or their blood soaking into the mattress beneath them. The feeling of their body, cold and limp beneath his trance. The feeling of his breath spanning across their neck as he told them where they were, that Vincent was probably running overhead, just out of earshot. The sound of their voice, forced into saying his name.
But they also felt the sensation of Vincent's fangs delicately pressing past their skin. His hips against theirs as they straddled him. His lips against theirs as he thanked them for their trust in him. His breath on the nape of their neck as he held them, soothing away the nightmares. Their voice saying his name breathlessly as he sped down the highway in one of his expensive cars.
They felt the electric current in their body as they snuck up behind Vincent when he was making Mac n Cheese for them, zapping him lightly in the side before running away giggling. They felt the tug in their newly realized core when they practiced bottling their power in the DAMN classes. They felt the static electricity calling to them whenever a balloon was close by. They felt William's fond gaze as they hid beside his desk, waiting for Vincent so they could give him a static shock before hiding behind the centuries old vampire King.
And they felt when all of that was gone too. Lovely felt that absence in their chest. The replacement in their veins. They felt the day turn into danger and the night turn into possibilities. They felt the pitying gaze from Sam and William. They felt the guilty one from Vincent.
Lovely had experienced so many things. And as they stared at the last box in the moving van, they knew this would just be another on the list.
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whoever gave you access to the internet after six glasses of wine is irresponsible(/lh) and i’d like to thank them personally
I’ll let my roommate know you appreciate their sadism :’)
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Six glasses of wine in and I'm succesfuly proving I'm not a lightweibtn4
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I'm of the opinion that there should be a takeaway from movies.
And with the new Spy Family movie... the takeaway is that world peace relies on a child's bowel movements.
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One test down, one more to go. (And then I have another on Monday. I'm just drowning)
Can someone give me a rundown of Milo's Foolverse audio? I don't have the mental capacity to listen to it, but I have people on my dash that were screeching about it and I'm curious/confused
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I just realized something.
Porter saying Treasure reminds me of Ascended Astarion from bg3.
That's why he's cemented as a red flag dude in my brain despite the fact he's not giving any big red flags to Treasure so far
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I'm just gonna rant/vent. Don't mind me.
I don't really like venting. I understand the meaning behind it. I could go into an entire list about how it's helpful. But to put it in short terms, it helps you process emotions and information.
And this is my blog. I tend to think of it as a platform I am using for other people since I like creating bullshit for people to view for their pleasure and satisfaction. But at the end of the day, I can post whatever the fuck I want and it's up to other people if they want to interact or view it.
Having said that, I'm not going to put content warnings for this. All you need to know is that I'm venting about a specific person. If you don't like reading heavy vents, be on about your day or night and I hope you have a pleasant Tumblr viewing experience.
Now... on with my vent.
Around October last year, I got in a romantic relationship with a classmate. It was my first relationship since my toxic ex that stalked me across my social media and became even more toxic when she realized I was play flirting with a friend she had never met. We were broken up for almost two years by this point.
After her, I told myself I wouldn't get in another relationship and would just focus on school. But I got a crush on this girl in my sociology class. And we were part of a group project.
I hate group projects with a strong passion. And I tend to avoid talking to my group mates about anything outside of the project parameters. But I started talking to this girl after she kept pushing to talk to me outside of our group. I ignored her attempts like three or four times, because I knew that this would help my silly little infatuation.
But we started talking one night and I found out that she liked me back. And, like an optimistic fool, I asked her out. She said yes and we planned for me to come over to her house the next afternoon.
It should be said that I started questioning my sexuality a bit at that point (I've figured it out by now) and I let her know that. I was still romantically interested in her, and she was cool.
But... she's a hypersexual person. I'm not. We had been officially dating for maybe nine hours at this point. I'm not counting it from when I asked her out, but when she picked me up in the morning after.
And she was advancing quickly. And I have a hard time saying no to people I care about.
Just to be clear, nothing harmful happened. I wasn't assaulted or anything. It was just... weird. I felt weird because of it.
And I probably could have been fine. But everytime we were alone together, she would get like this. Even when I tried to just laugh and brush it off. Even when I asked why we couldn't just have a casual time? (Are you seeing the red flags yet? I wasnt.) I would leave her house feeling flustered from all the attention and feeling a bit strange.
My last girlfriend would say that I could kiss her in exchange for her seeing my body. That made me feel bad. But I wasn't feeling bad this time around, so I figured it couldn't be anything bad. Besides, my current girlfriend (at this time) said she didn't want to make me uncomfortable like that.
But I still felt strange. I stopped wanting to hang out with her. I stopped texting her on the weekends. Or after classes if I wasn't going over to her place, or if she was coming over to mine. That wasn't normal, nor healthy on my part. I should have communicated instead of ghosting.
Then, I was hospitalized from anemia. I mentioned this when it happened, but I've been pretty severely anemic for a long time. This was the worse it ever got. (In case yall didn't know, I've been cursed with female anatomy). I started bleeding heavily, going through overnight pads in two or three hours. By the time I got to the hospital, I had half the blood I was supposed to have.
And I felt like shit. I wasn't really eating anything. And yet, that break from my girlfriend... I was so relieved. I had a good excuse to not be around her. She visited me in the hospital, and acted really sweet.
...
I didn't want her there. I was counting the minutes until she would just leave.
I figured out that I needed to break up with her. And so I did. I got her alone and explained that I didn't think I was the right person she was looking for. That we barely had anything in common and we should have talked longer before deciding to date. That I figured myself out (remember, I told her I was questioning some important facets of myself when we first got together) and it didn't really line up with what she wanted in a friend.
I didn't want a sexual interaction with someone I didn't know that well or mesh well with. And keep in mind, any meaningful aline time with her was filled with sexual energy. So obviously, we can't work.
She took it pretty well and wanted to be friends. I tried being friends with my last ex, and it didn't work out. But I felt guilty and I still couldn't tell her no. So I agreed.
I regret that. We broke up around December. Ever since then, she makes comments about still being in love with me (she also pushed me into saying I loved her while we were dating.) She makes comments about my body. It's nothing insulting, but when someone who made every alone moment feel sexual starts saying things about your assets and makes you feel uncomfortable in certain clothes, even compliments feel violating.
And most of all... she ignores my boundaries. Repeatedly. She pushes me to talk about my life when I clearly shut it down. And everytime I mention it? It's always "Oh I forgot. My bad."
I've only gotten her to apologize without making an immediate joke afterwards like two or three times in the entire time I've known her.
I try not to let it get to me. I don't like when people are able to bother me. It makes me feel disgusting. But recently, I got the final straw.
It was Monday this week. I got some really distressing news about something that's been important to me for years. It's one of my highest priorities (that she's also downplayed and told me I focus too much on it. Meanwhile it's something that will literally shape my entire future.) And I needed to be alone. So I decided to walk home from campus. She's already violated my boundaries repeatedly throughout the day, so I'm already teetering on thin ice.
She finds out that I'm walking home after pestering me about it, and immediately invites herself along. Even sets up a ride back to her home from my place before I can even say that I need to be alone right now. She talks the entire time, so I don't have the time to process my future getting changed right out from under me.
And then... she has the fucking audacity to tell me that I shouldn't have walked home since I got sunburned and hurt my feet. She tells my protective roommate about my issues (who I told her that I was having issues with)
And then she leaves.
I get a text from her a few minutes later saying "gl with your roommate"
I ask her why she told my roommate and she just says "idk. I wasn't thinking"
And that's the fucking problem.
I can't be friends with her anymore. She was a toxic relationship, traumadumps me, violates my boundaries, and her apologies feel meaningless.
I sent her a text explaining why I'm done and I can't do this anymore. And she still doesn't get it. She wants me to explain it in person. I literally avoided classes all day to stay away from her because I'm still pissed.
When I'm mad, I lose my filter. Not to mention the fact I can't articulate myself very well in person. I'm bound to say something more harsh than I intend.
But she texted me today, acting like we were still best friends. Telling me what I should do about my missed classes. I don't have any fucking classes with her anymore. I haven't for a full semester. And she's only a couple months older than me, I know how to handle my classes.
I just... fuck dude... I'm so tired and angry. I just needed to get this shit out.
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In case anyone is curious....
For mine it's yes, and it's brutal.
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James stared at the android. The far away gaze and the gentle click of their gears as their jaw clenched. They weren't present, not really. Not in the way he needed them to be.
He wasn't a man that was often wrong. Even as a kid, he was able to properly guess variables and calculations. He was smart. He wouldn't have this job if he wasn't. He probably would have become some desk jockey working in the Department's main building.
This job that was tearing apart the only thing he cared about. The only person he cared about. This job that was sitting in front of him with their eyes glued to the clock. Counting down the moments until they could get back to that technician that was ruining everything. He was assisting in the end of the world as every physical organism knew it, and for what?
To cure loneliness? To have someone to love? Someone to pleasure?
James drummed his fingers along his desk, his lips tightening. Here he was, staring at a possible failure because of a technician who couldn't get over his emotions, a team of people - himself included - that allowed this to continue. Meanwhile, they were back home, trying to pretend like everything was fine to their friends while not having heard back from James in over a month.
"Osmium undone." He said quietly. He watched their synthetic expression slacken, their shoulders relax. He wasn't going to let this be for nothing. He wasn't going to let this job that was risking his relationship with the only person he had cared so deeply for, fucking fail.
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yeah sure. people are sad that James and his spouse can't be happy in prime universe...
but
have you ever considered
the fact that they are like, childhood friends. So think of this like a flashback before their life went down the lonely express train. They've known each other for years, so why not live together early on? Before James got super busy with work. So this isn't alternate universe, this is just the past version of him
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