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BEYOND SALVAGE — ellie williams x fem!reader (pt. 2)
a catholic boarding school AU… read pt. 1 here! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
after the humiliating sports day accident, ellie seems to take direct notice of you. your uncontrollable desires and bodily reactions cause you to feel horrible, until one night in the chapel.
cw: mdni!!!, long (but worth it 😛) heavy religious (catholic) talk, hinted religious trauma, ellie has piercings, inexperienced!reader, dom!ellie, sub!reader, player!ellie, v brief masturbation, brief drugs, fucking in an inconvenient place, intense foreplay, teasing, cursing, finger-sucking, nipple-sucking, cunnilingus, fingering, sorta mean!ellie, kiiiinda brat!reader
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“…God forgives all, does He not?”
days go by and within each one, ellie plays a more prominent role in your routine. everywhere you go she’s just there. you also catch her looking at you: whether it’s in class or in church service. this begins to be a massive bother since she’s making things incredibly difficult.
your body is also starting to experience changes. every single time without fail, whenever your gaze would meet hers, you would feel your heart start to pick up the pace, and a strange yet eerily familiar throbbing sensation between your legs occur. whenever your cunt would flex, you would try to squeeze your thighs together, hoping to ease it, but it’d only make things worse.
as much as you’d hate to admit, you subconsciously know exactly what’s wrong with you. these nights, whilst trying to fall asleep, you’ve been letting your mind wander. thinking all these sinful thoughts surrounding ellie that you in the past would’ve never even dared to. you don’t even know where this is all coming from — all because of the sports day incident, really?
you feel disgusting, but you can’t seem to stop. it’s as if a little creature inside you has been roused awake and is starving.
it’s currently 12 in the morning. every girl in your dorm is overcome with drowse — gently snoozing away and filling the room with the sound of soft breathes. every girl but you, who’s wide awake. you, who can feel the creature within you snarl and whine with hunger, you who can’t stop imagining what it’d feel like if ellie were to fuck you and you who’s fingers are starting to creep down your white cotton night-gown. your head begins to be overclouded by yearn and arousal as your fingers prudently brush up against your clothed cunt. your breath hitches and you slightly squirm; ellie’s face and her demeanour embellished in your mind. you’re about to continue trailing down this path of wickedness until you hear somebody stir in their sleep, making you jolt and immediately pull your hand away; snapping you out of the indecent daze.
your eyes glance up at the huge crucifix held above the door. you can feel Jesus’ hard, judgemental gaze cast upon you and you feel morbid. this influences you to get up and skulk to the school’s chapel. you need to thoroughly apologise for your godless actions after all.
as you kneel, you feel your knees sink against the cold cushion of one of the pillars. you take a deep breath, doing the sign of the cross and clenching your eyes shut.
“forgive me, father, for i have sinned…”
but then your mind goes blank. you have no idea what to say, too afraid to mutter what you’ve been doing aloud. your mouth slightly opens, expecting words to spill out, but there’s nothing.
as you’re still figuring something to say, you suddenly smell a strong poignant scent of earth and musk. your eyes immediately shoot open. it’s way too smelly to be incense. you scan the area only to see that there’s nobody there, but the smell is just way too distracting for you to continue your prayer. you feel compelled to figure out where the scent is coming from — leading you to an abandoned curtain in the far corner of the room. you immediately draw the curtain open.
ellie stares up at you like a deer caught in headlights, a lit blunt hanging out of her lips. she’s sat on a plastic stool, wearing a fitted black tank top and flannel pyjama bottoms. your jaw slightly drops at the sight of her. her eyebrows raise as she stares you down, seemingly relieved it wasn’t one of the sisters that had caught her.
“nice nightgown.” you frown. you couldn’t believe what she was doing. in the holiest place in the building, to add!
“you want?” she continues, holding it up to you. you gasp softly and vigorously shake your head.
“what are you doing?” you ask dumbly. ellie chuckles amusedly.
“if you’re gonna tell on me, just tell.” cockiness oozes from her tone. it pisses you off.
“why are you smoking?” you hiss, “i mean, do you have at least an ounce of respect?”
ellie stares at you with half-lidded eyes, carelessly taking another drag. she exhales a little plume of smoke.
“sorry princess…” she drawls, her gaze trained on you as the corner of her lips arch up into a small smirk. lo and behold, the same old throbbing makes itself known again — only this time with such intensity that it surprises you. you’re speechless.
the cocky little smirk never leaves ellie’s face. she gets up, flicking the joint away. besides, it’s clear she’s now interested in something someone else. she walks over to you whilst you feel your brain slowly turn into mush.
“joint’s gone… you happy?” she mutters, her tone low and sultry. the air suddenly feels too thick. ellie slightly cocks her head to the side when you don’t respond. you can sense the starving creature inside you salivate for the taste of ellie’s lips. you helplessly wonder if they taste sweet, or maybe bitter from the weed.
you sigh, your eyes briefly fluttering closed.
“it’s all your fault…” you find yourself muttering.
ellie’s eyebrows raise. “oh?”
“do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” you continue, your rage beginning to re-surface. you’ve spent years trying to resist the constraints of sin yet ellie’s brought that all down in a week.
“enlighten me.”
“you’re—“ you purse your lips, feeling butterflies furiously swarm in your stomach. “you’re driving me insane.”
ellie’s smile slightly falters, shifting into a more serious look. she steps even closer to you, now only mere inches away.
“well, the feeling’s mutual.”
“that’s not supposed to be a good thing.” you retort, despite the inner storm brewing inside of you. you’re great at playing it cool, though you subtly sink your nails into your palm to check if you’re not dreaming.
“mmh… you wanna know what was a good thing though? when you sat your pretty ass on my lap the other day.” she gauges your reaction, biting her lip in amused anticipation.
your jaw drops before you look around as if anyone else is in here but you two. “don’t say stuff like that!”
ellie giggles, the sound of it echoing through the chapel. it sounds like vanilla. she enjoys how flustered you look. her eyes drift down to the way you’re not-so-subtly squeezing your thighs together: one leg in front of the other.
“you good?” her gaze hinting to your legs. you glance down, not even realising you were doing that.
“i‘m fine.” you spit, lying through your teeth. you ask yourself if you should leave, staring at the floor so not even realising how close ellie has just stepped right now.
she stares at you before her thumb and index cup your chin, making you look back up at her. your eyes slightly widen, clearly not expecting that. ellie’s eyes drift to your lips.
“it’s okay, you know? God forgives all, does He not?” she whispers, her thumb tracing along your bottom lip. you don’t pull away. the devil was chipping away at your chastity and you were letting it. you were letting it.
“not much of a talker…” she mutters, her thumb slightly dragging your lip down. you feel something unleash inside of you.
and then you do the unthinkable.
way too stimulated and awoken, you abruptly lean in and press your lips against ellie’s. turns out they do taste sweet after all. ellie’s eyes widen in surprise before happily kissing you back; latching her hands against your back and pulling you closer. your creature hums in satisfaction as what was once a light kiss quickly shifts into a sloppy make-out sesh. tongues gliding together, the sound of smooches filling the room. you can feel her spider-bites plink against the right side of your face. its coldness feels both refreshing and ticklish. you have no idea what’s come over you, but you’re enjoying this. a muffled whimper escapes your lips as you cup ellie’s cheek, feeling dizzy. ellie pulls away; a line of drool briefly connecting your lips. she grabs your hand and sniffs it. you stare at her in bewilderment — is this what people normally do before fornicating?
“you been playing with yourself or something?” ellie snorts. and here you were thinking that there’s no possible way you could embarrass yourself more…
“keep talking and i’ll change my mind about this.” you return, so obviously avoiding the question. ellie giggles, before leaving a small wet kiss on the back of your unclean hand. your blush deepens. grinning, she decides to take things a step further by putting your middle finger in her mouth, sucking it as she makes sure to maintain eye contact. your lips part, staring at her in disbelief. she‘s clearly teasing: her flattened tongue curling against the tip of your finger. you’re so turned on that it’s hard to think.
“you were playing with yourself. it tastes good.” she murmurs in a smug manner before pulling you into another kiss — this one, a lot more intense. everything seems to be going so fast, but you don’t care. you thread your fingers through ellie’s hair, chest pressed against chest.
whilst you two practically eat each other’s faces off, ellie’s hands slowly snake down your back; grabbing your ass. you gasp but before you’ve got the time to properly react, ellie’s already gently pushing you down onto the discarded altar behind you two.
the small cross on your necklace is merely an accessory by now; you’re far too gone, way beyond salvage.
“close the curtains.” you mutter breathlessly, your eyes glazed over, pupils dilated. you prop yourself up on your elbows.
“yes ma’am.” she then comes back, shifting attention to your neck. you let out a shuddered sigh as she peppers your neck with sloppy little kisses. when she finds your sweet spot, your breath hitches. she smirks against your flesh before abusing that spot some more; nibbling and sucking on it. you bite your lip as to suppress a loud whimper.
at the same time, her hand finds your breast; lightly cupping it between her palm. her thumb brushes against your dressed nipple and you shiver. next thing you know, she has her mouth on it — which, at this point, is as hard as a pebble. your body jolts when you feel her tongue slowly circling around the bud; the fabric covering it turning transparent. she does the same with the other nipple. you feel your warmth mingle in with hers; her scent invading your nostrils. she smells like a forest, and you’re willing to burn in it. with a “pop” she pulls away, staring at you.
“you sure you want it?” she asks, her gaze never leaving yours. she needed to make sure. losing your virginity in a chapel is a pretty huge thing after all…
yet you don’t just want it, you need it. hence why you nod in an almost frantic manner. ellie beams, planting a tender kiss on the top of your knee before slowly spreading your legs apart. you’re glad you’re in a secluded space in the chapel. you weren’t up for seeing emblems and statues of Jesus leering at you. nor Mary, nor Moses, nor Gabriel.
ellie raises your dress up so it’s laying on your stomach. her thumb traces circles on your outer thighs whilst her lips are set on the inner part; implementing kind kisses. you can already feel tingles coarse through your body, and you appreciate how ellie’s taking her sweet time, but you do also want her to get on with it already.
“hurry.” you whine. ellie chuckles.
“am i not allowed to make this the best experience for you?” she quips. her lips are starting to enter dangerous territory; pecking the edge of your panties. your body involuntarily jerks, evoking yet another amused reaction from ellie.
“so sassy for someone who’s so sensitive.” she taunts. you pout and clamp your legs shut in response — too embarrassed at the way ellie’s staring at your crotch and poking fun. ellie giggles.
“oh no, no, no.” she says, forcing them back open again. “act like a brat and maybe i’ll be the one changing my mind about this.”
she then places a heavy kiss right in the middle of your crotch. despite your underwear still being on, you felt that strongly. an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips; a noise accidentally too loud.
“shhhh… you know what? open your mouth.” you do as she says, and she leans up and stuffs the raised up section of your gown in your mouth; like a gag. you stare at her with big eyes.
to tease even more, ellie leans down and slowly trails her flattened tongue up your dressed pussy. you let out a muffled moan, your back slightly arching.
“yeah… that’ll shut you up.” she says smugly before her finger twirls itself around the side of your panties, pulling it down. you feel the fresh breeze hit your cunt and your eyes momentarily clench shut. this is it. finally.
ellie never stops with the kissing. it’s pretty damn obvious you’ve never done this before so she wants to be initially polite; saving the roughness for later. she kisses your clit, the tip of her tongue swirling around the nub. you groan in pleasure, your teeth sinking hard against your dress. despite her obnoxious behaviour, ellie’s pleasing you like you’re a goddamn queen: head slowly bobbing up and down, lips tugging at your folds.
she’s savouring you as if you’re a precious meal. your hand quickly finds itself in ellie’s hair; gripping it tightly the more ellie goes down on you.
“fuck.” ellie groans. your hand on her hair increases her arousal and it drives her to slightly pick up the pace. you don’t notice, but she’s lightly grinding against the table; letting out a few muffled moans of her own.
she increases the pressure on her tongue — to which you respond to delightfully: arching your back and your moans beginning to crescendo. you twitch and quiver as ellie devours you; going to town on your sensitive cunt. you start to feel overwhelmingly good, causing you to unintentionally squirm away from ellie’s mouth.
“don’t run away…” she coos. as she pulls your thighs back to her, she plunges her middle finger in your cunt. caught off guard, you let out a suppressed cry. ellie smirks as she resumes the movements with her mouth. you feel so good that your hips buckle up: desperate for more. her finger curls up against your g-spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
eventually, ellie adds her ring finger too. the erotic noises of ellie finger-fucking you fills the room. ellie grips your thigh with her free hand so that you don’t escape again; pleasuring you relentlessly.
your head is completely blank and you’re pulsating with pleasure. you can’t stop shuddering. ellie can tell by the way your walls are eagerly squeezing around her fingers that you’re getting close, so she leans up and takes the dress out of your mouth; a thick tendril of saliva clinging from your mouth. the sight of it turns her on in unimaginable ways.
“feels good, huh?” she mutters, her fingers banging up against your g-spot repeatedly. you bite your lip, trying not to be too loud but it’s hard. you’re a hot mess; eyes half-lidded, needy whines escaping your lips, jaw slack.
“can’t even speak…? come on, i wanna hear you.” ellie taunts, fucking you harder. you squeal; feeling a knot starting to untie in your stomach.
“feels so good… i love it. sweet jesus…” you babble, almost incoherently.
“jesus? jesus isn’t making you feel this good, i am. say my name.” she demands.
“e-ellie… something’s happening…” you mewl. ellie smirks before planting wet, sloppy kisses on your chest. “good girl… such a pretty fucking girl…” she mumbles, leaning down and sucking on your pussy yet again. she can’t seem to get enough of how you taste. your hand grips the back of her head and you push it closer, her nose rubbing against your vulva.
you swear you’re starting to see stars, your muscles beginning to unclench. you scream ellie’s name; forgetting how loud you’re being.
“let it out. make a mess all over my mouth, my fingers.” ellie sounds like she’s almost pleading, her voice hot and husky, fanning your aching cunt.
and that was your cue. you feel your wind get knocked out as you attempt to cry out, feeling as if you’ve lost your breath. your eyes once again roll to the back of your head as you endure an insanely pleasurable orgasm; trembling as if your life depends on it. ellie keeps going just for a little moment in order to extend your high. tears stream down your face. ellie takes her fingers out, and even that feels good.
“haa… you okay?” she whispers, wiping the tears from your face with her thumb. you don’t even feel real. too weak to speak, you simply nod.
ellie smiles: a warm, tender smile compared to her usual conceited attitude. like a gentleman, she pulls your panties back up and your dress back down. she glances at you — enjoying the spent, hazy look on your face. she’d like to see that more often.
“that’s weird… i thought the guilt would kick in by now.” you mutter, feeling exhausted instead. ellie giggles.
“shit, maybe tomorrow.”
“maybe.”
a/n: omfg i swr i got possessed whilst writing this JFC!!!!! also such a coincidence i’m posting this on sunday… the day of the lord… hhahahaha….
— free gaza from the river to the sea 🇵🇸 please remember to keep talking about it and spreading awareness!!
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Hello my love💗What are your thoughts sun in 8th house? sorry if it bothers, thankyou sm!!! big love to you🥺💞🌷
Awwww big love to you too! It's no bother, sorry to get back to you so late haha. I have this aspect so I feel well equipped to explain it
Sun In 8th House / (can be applied to Sun/Pluto aspects or Sun in Scorpio)
The sun represents our individuality, self expression, ego, and will. It shines a light wherever it is in the birth chart. The house/sign that it's in gets illuminated and put on display for ourselves and others, it shines very brightly and can be tightly wound to the way we express ourselves and/or are perceived by others.
This can be a struggle when in the 8th house because it is where we keep our secrets and want to retain a sense of privacy and secrecy. It's the most vulnerable and intimate parts of us that we prefer to keep to ourselves or people we trust deeply and unconditionally. It's the part of ourselves that undergoes the raw experience of death, transformation, and rebirth. when the sun is here, it acts like a giant, bright, beaming light onto this close and raw part of our chart that many people are able to keep hidden. think of it like a spotlight that gets shown onto the raw parts of you for the entire world to see. These people often have their secrets and private life exposed no matter how they try to avoid it. people seem to feel entitled to always be in their business and give unsolicited advice, judgements, and opinions to them. especially if the native is a woman, a lot of people can have opinions on her sexuality. she can be seen as provocative or at the least just a whole lot of people "know" things about her sex life (a rumor about body count, a bad/good sex story, nudes being leaked [if in pisces or aspected to neptune], sexuality on display in an almost unavoidable way). Some of this judgement can be casted on by her father as the sun is the "father" in astrology.
However, as the light (sun) shines brightly for the world to see, this includes the native as well. people with this placement have a remarkable gift of self transformation and metamorphosis. They are often aware of the deepest and darkest parts of themselves at a degree not many people are and have a great drive and determination to become the most evolved version of themselves constantly. This awareness sometimes comes without choice, and if they try to avoid it or ignore it it can fester into an inflated ego or power issues. this only comes when the native blocks the transformation journey their soul is destined to take. They are destined to be born, die, and then be reborn many many times in this single lifetime. They take their own self discovery very seriously and unraveling the mysteries of the self tend to be their main objective in this lifetime. These people are the kinds of people who you stop talking to then a year later they are a completely different version of themselves. it is almost impossible for these people to remain the same, as their entire will to life is to change!
This self awareness can manifest into a keen awareness of the darkness that exists in others. While most people project onto them or try to weasel their way into this natives business, this projection only aids the native in the ability to read them like a book (once the native learns that the perception people have of others comes from how they see themselves). Once they unlock the ability to detach from other peoples perceptions, they gain the ability to turn the "spotlight" back around and see people clearly. They can see peoples darkest secrets, deep insecurities, projections, and denial through their own lack of introspection. For a lot of people, it can take years to begin detangling the web of the 8th house, but the sun can be a blessing in disguise here as these natives have no other choice but to unravel it all.
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enough pt. 2
s. sallow x slytherin!f!reader
summary: continuation to another blurb by yours truly. are they called blurbs or drabbles? imagine's? one shots? help me out here young people. anyway, i saw a tiktok of an angsty monologue done by ai seb and i need everyone to hurt the way it hurt me.
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warnings: angst, pining, fluff, begging, kissing, minors dni as always pls. not edited!
ib: alentiahart on tiktok
despite his better judgement, ominis found himself checking the undercroft for his best friend. he knew of what happened, knew he needed to distance himself from sebastian, but he needed to make sure he wasn't a danger to himself or anyone else first. a part of him also couldn't believe what happened. he needed to hear it from his friend himself.
a series of mechanical clicks sounded from the secret entrance to the undercroft as he approached it. a familiar sense of dread came over him, like the feeling he had when in the catacombs with you and sebastian. nevertheless, he carried on into the dimly-lit hideout, listening for any sign of sebastian.
"sebastian? can we talk?" he was met with a rigid silence. he concentrated for a moment, listening intently.
"i know you're in here, sebastian. i just want to know that you're alright." he felt pathetic pleading him. why did he care so much after he's committed such atrocities? ominis couldn't give you a precise answer, but he knew it was due it part to the sentimental value of their relationship. they'd been best friends through everything. sebastian stood up for him time and time again when a sour-mouthed gryffindor had the nerve to taunt him, and was constantly aware for him, helping him with whatever he needed. however, he also knew that those things hardly mattered anymore.
finally giving in, sebastian sighed and stepped through the shadows near the far end of the room.
"i never wanted this to happen, ominis." he was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how he wanted to react. he took a deep breath before answering.
"i know." sebastian felt an instant wave of relief wash over him. you had decided you wanted nothing to do with him, which he understood, but all he wanted was to be heard.
"not just with solomon...but with y/n." the boy sulked over to the leather couch and let himself fall into it. ominis followed close behind, joining him on the arm rest of the opposite side. he didn't realize it in the moment, but he had instinctively left your spot open.
"you know, when i first met her--" he chuckled, shaking his head a bit. "she was so confident in her magic, every single cast, every movement was effortless...i was dumbstuck." ominis was lost on where sebastian was taking this, but he listened anyway.
"i remember everything about that day. i remember how she wore her hair, how she answered every question correctly and spoke so confidently. i remember when our eyes met for the first time." his gaze was growing more distant with every detail he relayed, wrapped up in the images in his mind.
"and then she absolutely obliterated me in front of the entire class." ominis tried to hold back a chuckle, but he couldn't hide his shoulders from shaking with amusement. sebastian noticed and joined in, relieving some pressure form the atmosphere in the room. the laughter quickly died out, however, and they were left defenseless with their thoughts again.
"that's when i knew i wanted more...so much more. i wanted all of her." ominis could tell he was beginning to lose his composure, his voice quivering as he spoke.
"what are you saying, sebastian?" his brow arched inquisitively. normally ominis is an observational person. how could he have missed it?
"don't get me wrong, i will cherish our friendship forever, truly. she always dropped everything to help me and now i see how i took her for granted. she gave me kindness in a time of need and i used her for every last drop of it. i knew that it wasn't all for anne, but for me, too." sebastian didn't have to say it outright for his friend to understand. that was all the confirmation he needed.
"does she know any of this?" ominis was met with silence for a moment while he struggled to find an answer.
"maybe. no? i don't know." the boy let his head fall into his hands. everything was so complicated now.
"then i think you know what you have to do." ominis pulled himself off the arm of the couch and started towards the exit. "i have to say i'm not very fond of you at the moment. but if anyone didn't deserve to be hurt in this, it's her. she's been crying for days. if you can fix it, i might be able to forgive you." sebastian blinked away tears, trying his very best to be tough in front of his friend.
"okay...okay," he agreed. ominis left with a nod, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts. there was only one place she could be.
every since the incident, sebastian was as straight as an arrow. he was on time to every class, turned in every assignment, and stayed clear of any sort of trouble. he talked to fellow students other than his two best friends in order to avoid raising suspicion, but it was all an act. inside, he was terrified and alone. he felt no different as he scanned the slytherin common room for the familiar sight of you. when he found no sign of you, it was onward to the dorms. he avoided detection as he took the girls' stairs instead of his own and advanced down the hallway until he found your door. it was closed, so he put his ear up to the door. not hearing much, he knocked cautiously on the door.
"y/n?" as he expected, nothing.
"y/n, i don't know if you're in there, but..." he cursed himself as he found tears pooling in his eyes despite his best efforts. "i'm sorry. i was wrong before. can you open the door so we can talk?"
on the other side of the wooden door, you found yourself drawn to his voice. you rested your hand on the splintered door, wishing it was his chest.
"y/n...i understand that maybe we've lost our chance, but if it's worth anything, i feel awful for the way i've treated you. i know most of the time i spend every minute pretending that i don't care, but i do. i care for you so much, y/n..." you heard a dull thud as he let his head fall to the barrier between the two of you. you inched closer to the doorknob. god, were you really about to let him in again? it was your turn to curse as your nimble fingertips brushed the cold metal, still contemplating, almost as if you were waiting for him to say the magic words to get you to swoon into him again.
"i have more than care for you..." there it was. he had said the one thing that tugged at your heartstrings in just the right way. you prayed to merlin that this wasn't some sick trick and you weren't mistaking ingenuine words for fact. in the blink of an eye, your door was wide open, and he was towering over you once again, his eyes tried and swollen. he looked shocked to see you, realizing you'd actually heard his profession.
"say it." he blinked, almost taken aback. "enough with the sonnets. i need you to say it." he suppressed a smile, meeting your gaze as a knowing smile shown through anyway. he slowly dropped one knee, then the other, keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire way down. his hands rose to grip your hips, pulling you closer to him. his hands then took yours, pulling them together.
"y/n...i love you with every fiber of my being." he brought your knuckles to his plush lips, kissing them as his eyes worshiped you. "i swear that for the rest of my days, i will never hurt you. i will never break another rule, i'll never go out looking for trouble, and i'll never look at anyone else ever again." he kissed your wrists again. "please make me yours...and please be mine, y/n."
you had to admit, seeing sebastian sallow on his knees, begging for forgiveness, and giving you butterfly-soft kisses was making you weak in more ways than one.
"that's better." a smirk cracked through your serious expression, making him chuckle against your soft hands as he held them close. he kissed them once more before straightening his back to look down at you again.
"i'm so sorry, my love." he brushed the stray hairs out of your face and gently tilted your jaw to see your face better.
"i know. i am too."
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4ggravate Pre-Marriage: Doubts (Pt. 2)
—where Cyno and Collei are both having some struggles adjusting to change
Linked posts:
Part 1: 4ggravate Pre-Proposal post
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Cyno talks to Collei first. Of course he does because her life is so intertwined with his and Tighnari's. He knows the others discussed it with her before and about her eager acceptance of the new changes because it meant his and Tighnari's happiness. However, he, as the one who brought her back to Sumeru, holds an obligation to talk to her directly.
Standing by her side in her hut, making pita pockets, they work in relative silence for a bit. "Collei." He finally starts, knowing her little signs of stress and anxiety like it is the palm of his own hand. "I understand you have told Tighnari and the others that you are excited for our future together..." She nods, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her. He notices how her fingers twist the bread out of the corner of his eyes, "It is a big change for all of us; for you, too. It's alright if you are unsure—"
"I'm not!" She yelps. But, she does squirm a bit under his watchful eye, head dipping lower, "I am really happy for you and Master Tighnari..." She insists.
"But?" He urges her to continue. He begins to work on the filling, chopping some ingredients a little messily. It is usually quicker, more efficient, but his goal isn't just a quick dinner with everyone.
She shakes her head, the slice of bread breaking apart, "It's..." She winces, "scary..."
"Scary." He echoes, no judgement in his voice.
"Yes." The conversation progresses slowly, but it goes nonetheless. She sags where she stands, sighing. There is no rush with the other. There rarely is when Collei is involved and she knows this. The familiar tightness in the pit of her stomach does not completely escape and she sucks in a sharp breath. Her head tips forward, hair casting a curtain between the two to at least hide the frustration from the other.
How can she explain herself? How can she tell him all that she is feeling when she doesn't fully understand? She is so selfish, and it's all just so much. He's given her so much, and yet she just—
"It is scary." He admits, softly. Her body jolts in place, her breathing quicker than just a few minutes earlier and she hadn't realized, "Everything has changed so quickly. I don't know how to truly handle it."
Collei finally faces him, swallowing when his body turns towards her properly, "Is it scarier... than going so far to hunt scholars?"
He weighs her words carefully, thinking it over, "It is." He ultimately decides, "It's different from fighting and seeking justice. The decision to love and the changes from that are not meant to be judged by the scales. I am scared of that uncertainty."
Cyno doesn't avert his gaze, waiting for her to gather her own thoughts as she allowed him to. "It's all just..." She closes her eyes, not wanting to watch him as he finally sees all that she is. All the ugly parts of her heart that cannot give them her complete happiness at a joyous time. "Sometimes, I feel like I just came here yesterday. There was still so much about Sumeru I didn't know about before. And then, with Lesser Lord Kusanali taking over and the reform— Not that I'm against it! I understand why! I just..."
She sucks in a breath and Cyno nods despite her inability to see. "I want you both to be happy..." She says, "But, it's so much sometimes. I just don't know..." She blinks her eyes open, searching for comfort and answers in the desert sun, "how I would fit in your new life..."
Cyno doesn't reach for her to comfort her. His voice remains firm, "While our home lives may change because Al-Haitham and Kaveh are here, they will not take your place in our homes or in our family. Things may change, but your inclusion in our family will not. You are our family. They will join, but never take over your place." She is quiet where she stands, biting down on her lower lip and gnawing it until she can taste metal in her mouth.
The taste drags her mind back to the surface, where he is waiting for her. Always waiting, always patient, always ready to catch her. And he does when she steps into his warmth, "I'm scared." She whispers, begging for his affection as she buries herself closer.
There is no reason to be, she can almost hear him say. She doesn't know how she would respond because there is a reason! There are many!
Instead, all he does is gather her closer and support her entire weight as she unravels, "That's okay." She nearly crumbles. She knows all the possible meanings to those two words would make her mind combust, so she will simply take it for all she knows it to be.
No matter the changes, he will be by her side. How can she continue to be scared forever if the brave and strong General Mahamatra will be the one guiding her, just as he has done before?
─── ⋅ ⋅ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
When the four are settling for the night, Collei back in her own hut, Tighnari glances at Cyno, "Did the talk go well?" The General shrugs, setting his cloak on the chair and stripping out of the ornaments lining his pants.
"We both need some time to get used to everything." He admits, catching how Kaveh pauses in fixing his hair up.
"You're having regrets?" He asks, voice more meek than it should be.
Cyno twists quickly with a frown, "No." He is quick to deny, truthfully, "I know you went to the desert to learn about our proper proposals. Even the dowry and this"—he raises a hand to tap the clip pinning his hair back and hopefully tug it out of his knotted hair—"must have taken you all so much time and effort." His frown deepens when the ornament catches on strands of white, too tired to tend to it it properly.
He is moments away from just ripping it out, his hair be damned, when Al-Haitham taps his hand away. "Stop that." He eases Cyno to take a seat at the edge of the bed. The Grand Sage presses a light kiss against his temple as he begins to pull detangle his hair.
His eyes close at the gentle touches, "I don't think I'll ever get used to all this." He admits. Tighnari's tail wraps around his torso, the fox's worry clear in the protective hold it has, as if anyone in the room would dare to harm him.
"What do you mean?" Kaveh's voice is closer than it was moments before and the dip in the mattress is enough for the General to know exactly where he is.
"Being loved." Kaveh makes a sound and grabs Cyno's hand despite the other two knowing he shares the sentiment. How ironic it is that the two who feel the most worries about whether they deserve love are always giving so much of it.
Still, unintentionally ignoring the blonde rambles, Cyno's soft mumbles continue. Al-Haitham's ministrations are dragging the exhaustion from the place he forced them back to, threatening to pull him under. His head falls against the man's shoulder, the tail and hand holding him adding another layer of comfort. "One day, I'll repay you all for everything you've given to me." It's a promise, one the other three don't want or need.
He can't make our their denials, welcoming the comfort of sleep while surrounded by three people who love him. The three must realize he is gone because they settle into a slightly tense quiet, Tighnari shaking his head in disbelief. Still, they settle into the bed to join him in his slumber. It'll be a conversation for later, a serious one they will need to have. But, for now, it's okay to leave it be and let their precious general rest.
Cyno is the first to wake up, half laying on top of Al-Haitham with his head still on his shoulder and the other's hand pressing against the small of his back. Tighnari's tail remains a weight over his body, crossing over Al-Haitham and still reaching Kaveh on the other side of Cyno, whose hand is firm in his. He blinks ones, twice, thrice— he smiles and closes them again. If getting married means this more often, he truly can't wait. No matter how unnerving it all is, at least he has three people who love him and will catch him every time.
#cyno#cyno angst#4ggravate#collei and cyno#tighcyno#cynonari#haino#kavehno#cyno and tighnari#alhaitham and cyno#cyno and kaveh#alhaitham truly loves cyno#ficlet#4ggravate marriage era
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Hey there! How are you?
I dunno if you heard, but Danganronpa Mauve Chapter 1 has been traduced recently, the Free Time Events are currently being published as well.
If you've watched it, what were your thoughts about the plot and characters (victim and culprit especially) ?
//Hey there! I've been meaning to get to this, and now that Zeph has finally posted the FTEs of the key characters in question, I can share.
//See, I never like viewing character behaviors and actions in isolation within the within the killing game and especially not in the trials themselves.
//Now that we've got some context, let's analyze:
//I'm once again annoyed that we're going through Hope's Peak Academy for like the fifth or sixth time, because I'm tired of this damn place and the people running it. That's really more of a me thing than a problem with people who make these games, of course, since it's already an established setting.
//More to the point, I like that Mauve is actually doing somethings differently. For starters, we actually got to switch POVs permanently this time, where our original protag was replaced partway in. Even then, Hiruto and Nozomi both had chances to not only have their own characters, but interact as well.
//I like this cast overall, and nobody annoys or infuriates me as badly as some others I could name : P
//I hesitate to give my opinions on a fangan before Chapter 1 is complete, hence why it took me so long, but I think it was pretty solid, if a bit derivative in its setup. Not bad overall.
(SPOILERS AHEAD)
//However, props for actually killing a protagonist and doing so in a method nobody's done before, using the morning announcement's bell as a cover. That was a twist I genuinely didn't see coming.
//The game did so much to build up Misaki's character, and if you're a long-term fan like me, you're aware that can be a bad sign. I was so certain that she'd be killed or get got in a technicality, but no, she actually had nothing to do with this.
//Also, in kind of a hilarious experience, I used to make some jokes about Hitomi being blind since I thought her eyes being closed was more of an aesthetic thing like with Brock from Pokemon. Meanwhile, I made a prediction that nobody in the group setting up her concert would be the killer, since that felt too obvious to me.
//In the end, my theory was wrong but my jokes were accurate. Hitomi actually IS blind and our culprit was a member of that group.
//Specifically, none other than Kotori, who i never would've thought at first. And yeah, the elephant in the room here is not only her method of killing but also how utterly nasty and elitist she acts at the end of the trial. Something that really cemented the fandom's view o her as a terrible person.
//However, I wanted to see her FTEs before I rendered my judgement, because those are often the best sources of context for behaviors and attitudes among the cast.
//Sure enough, there was a lot to learn from them. Now, I can completely understand why people don't like her- frankly, her attitude does get pretty grating- but it's also kind of hilarious how her character conflict boils down to her feeling unsure about her relationship with her teacher now that she's surpassed his skills.
//Kotori Fukuoka, Suffering From Success.
//More to the point, watching her FTEs really does clear some things up:
Kotori's attitude and open insistence that she's a narcissist, always talking about great she is and how full of herself she is, actually leads me to believe the exact opposite. She doesn't think much of herself and is trying to prop herself up through that attitude.
Watching her FTEs, she never says anything half as elitist and nasty as she did in the post-trial. She never insults Hiruto or Nozomi or anyone else, never implies untalented people don't belong in Hope's Peak and actually apologies at the end. Compare that to someone like Byakuya, who can't shut up about how much he looks down on everyone. I agree with the idea she only said this stuff at the end to retroactively justify the killing to herself.
Her backstory is actually pretty credible, where her sensei- a friend of her parents- was the one who invested so much into her at a young age and wanted to show her what baking is like, even naming a bakery after her. It was thanks to that, and him offering to let her study abroad in France, that she got to make it into the franchise it is by the time Mauve takes place. But now she has no idea what to think, since she's surpassed him as her teacher, and it's clear she views him like a second father. These are the kinds of things that also drove others to become the Blackened.
She says that baking is the only thing she's actually good at. Once again a fine example of how being an Ultimate stunts and limits what people can do, and when that's gone, they feel like they have nothing else.
//So no, I don't see Kotori as just an inherently bad person. She's an arrogant little snot who needs her ego deflated, but she's nothing like some of the nastier characters we've seen out there, who trample over others without a second thought. We need to consider that the Killing Game often brings out the best and worst in people, especially when they're driven to murder.
//People don't reveal who they "really are" at the end, they say and do all kinds of crazy shit because they're afraid of dying. People reveal who they really are when they're most comfortable, like they often are at the ends of their FTEs.
//Overall, I'm really looking forward to Chapter 2 and where we go from here.
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Random Friday WIP go-
I have had just a massive writing inspiration moment today after about two, three weeks of just having no writing fuel (hence why I've been drawing my OCs!). And because I'm really happy with this and the turn in events, I want to share some of my WIP today.
I'm trying to write some of the story of my Dragonborn Aevra, and I'm actually hoping to maybe post the first chapter of it soon because things are going very well with gettng it written! It's going to be called 'As a leaf would scatter to the wind'... I just kind of liked the visualisation of a leaf getting blown around matching Aevra trying to get her life in order with the chaos which unfolds around her.
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"Ah, General… Not too long ago, we received a missive addressed to you. I am glad that you arrived when you did, I was just about to have a soldier carry the message to Solitude for your attention," the Legate stated as he approached the General, the only person of the convoy who had so far dismounted their horse upon their arrival. "Here."
Tullius frowned as he took the rolled-up parchment from the Altmer's hand, before unfurling it where he stood. There was a slight tension as he then released the bottom of the paper, allowing it to naturally start curling back up, and clenched his fist by his side. He then turned around, and cast his eyes across them all. "There has been a change in plan. We are no longer escorting the prisoners to Cyrodiil." Quiet whispers were cast between soldiers who were close enough to each other to talk. Had something happened? Was the missive directly from the Emperor? Were they needed elsewhere? "We shall instead be making our way to Helgen, where preparations are being put into place to… pass on judgement."
That particular phrasing, and the tension in his tone of voice conveyed to Aevra exactly what wasn't being said. She had no doubt that many other of her fellow soldiers also knew what was being implied. Her hands tightened around the reins of her horse as she took in a quiet but sharp inhale.
The prisoners were to be executed.
Silence hung heavy and thick over the group, until the General gave a brisk "as you were," to everyone, which set forth the bustle of unpacking any carts and wagons, checking over supplies, ensuring that the prisoners were moved somewhere secure for the night, and setting up tents to account for the camp exceeding capacity until they were ready to move on to Helgen.
Aevra quietly dismounted her horse, then reached into a small pack attached to the saddle to pull out a carrot to feed him before she took him to the camp stable for the night. She smiled and gently patted at his mane as he ate, before giving him a tired smile. "I wonder if you are aware of the part we have played in history over these past few days, boy…" She closed her eyes as she got yet another nicker in response, most likely a request to feed him the rest of the carrot over continuing her musing. She extended her hand out for him to get what he wanted, but continued nonetheless. "These old bones of mine have taken part in far too many 'once-in-a-lifetime' historic events already. What's one more, hm?"
The horse nuzzled at her after a few more moments of standing there, and she took that as a sign of needing to get moving. There were things to do, and she wasn't going to accomplish any of them if she were to remain stood still.
Just as she went to move, she heard a voice to her side.
"Soldier, before you go-" She paused as she looked at the General, who was now stood in her vicinity and looking directly at her, making her curious as to what he was wanting to say. In that brief, quiet moment, another soldier approached her, and quickly offered to take her horse off her hands as he took his own horse to the stables. As she handed over the reins, the General gave his orders. "I need you to go and get us some more firewood. I don't doubt that Legate Fasendil doesn't have enough for the extra numbers in the camp tonight. If we have none spare, chop some – and be quick about it. How you Nords can stand this cold, I have no idea..."
Nodding at her orders, having to stop herself from chuckling at his mumbling afterwards about the temperature which she was presumably not meant to have heard, she made her way over to where she knew the quartermaster to be holed up from her previous stint in the camp a few months back. He would know if there was enough wood, and would most certainly have an axe to spare if there wasn't.
A simple, menial job to get her mind off what was to come. There was nothing better. It would make the nice, warm meal afterwards all the more deserved.
#meg has done some writing#for context aevra isn't old old. she just likes to joke that she's old. She's 49. so more middle aged than old?#i mean she's a great war veteran and was in solitude when torygg died and here she just participated in the 'imperial ambush'-#-that takes place just before the events of the game.#aevra is the human embodiment of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and she absolutely hates it#fic - as a leaf would scatter to the wind#dragonborn oc aevra
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I don't have much experience with comics, but one thing that keeps popping up in fic and shocking me is how MEAN people write Stephanie. In a way where it's like they almost don't realize she's being mean, if that makes sense? For example I was reading this fic where Tim and Steph were having this emotional reunion after he thought she was dead, and she called him "boy blunder." And continued to call him that throughout the fic. Am I crazy or is that an awful thing to call someone? I guess they were going for an inside joke, but to me it just seems so cruel, like every time she talks to Tim she's implying he's made a mistake. Of all the plays on "boy wonder" I've seen, that sounds the meanest. Is this something she calls him when they're together in the comics, do you know?
Oh she's absolutely called him Boy Blunder in the comics, along with things like Boy Wonderbread and Boy Virgin once when she was poking fun at him freaking out over her pregnancy. It's true in fics and it's true in canon: a lot of what people try to pass off as Steph being "snarky" or "quirky" is just her being flat-out mean, but never getting called out on it.
It's everywhere. And you're right that people don't realize it -- in fandom or the comics. She turned up in Damian's Robin book recently for exactly one line of dialogue and that line was a judgemental insult -- "Your weird, gross pizza is over there, Damian." She only has a grand total of three lines in the action portion of "The Elephant in the Room" and two out of those are just her insulting Tim (while the third one might as well be "Ooooo, what does THIS button do?"). Hell. half of the so-called "jokes" in Batgirls are just Steph being a catty, judgemental brat while the narrator goes "lol isn't she funny?"
And it's not even a recent thing. I haven't been able to make a post about this because I'm on a freelancing deadline IRL but someday I'm going to go on a massive rant about Jordanna Spence, the poor civilian girl inserted into Steph's supporting cast as Batgirl whose only narrative purpose is to provide one of The Other Girls for Steph to insult and bully constantly for the crime of wearing pink and being in a sorority. (And sometimes she's accidentally racist about it, which is...""fun"")
Steph will spend storyarcs hanging out with like, Damian or Kara or Klarion, and they're all treated like these Big Meaningful Bonding Experiences, but all Steph does the entire time is insult them and make judgemental comments about everything they say or do. And yet every single one ends the story thinking she's the greatest person who ever lived and lining up to suck her dick with everyone else in the comic.
It's honestly messed up, but here's the thing: it's absolutely not a Steph-exclusive issue. You know who else I've heard these exact criticisms leveled at? Bella Swan. And Hermione Granger, to a lesser extent only because she's the author self-insert but not the point-of-view character. That's part of why She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's adult novels are so much worse, because they are told from the PoV of the self-insert character and thus we're constantly barraged with her judgemental opinions about men, trans women, poor people, people with heavy accents, any woman who doesn't perform femininity to the author's exacting standards and, of course, fat people.
It's a symptom of the self-insert character, is I guess what I'm saying. Which of course means that it also gets applied to literally everyone else in the Batfamily on occasion too -- the boys and Bruce especially but also like, I'm sorry, I don't think Cass suddenly learning to curse and be casually mean is funny, I think it's a sign of lazy writing.
The difference being of course that the guys get written by a lot of different people, many of whom are interested in them as characters instead of just as vehicles to project themselves onto. Several others (especially in fandom) do just use them as vehicles (Damian hasn't been given to a good writer in over a decade and god knows Jason got more than his fair share of Very Special Boy treatment during the New 52), but it's not the only part in their canon.
Steph, though? Since the end of War Games forward, she's been nothing but a self-insert character designed for straight white women to project themselves onto. Which is sexist and sucks and obviously can't be called "the character's fault" or anything, but knowing all of that doesn't make her mean-spirited bullying any easier to put up with if you're not one of the people getting off on the power fantasy of being the bully.
#long post#stephanie brown critical#anti stephanie brown#dc comics asks#rambling#cursing#I get a little vulgar in there but tbh suck her dick is the best way I can describe the way most people treat steph brown#vent#this actually felt good thank you for giving me an outlet to just get this off my chest#I've been seeing a lot of her panels floating around Discord channels lately and it struck me hard how MEAN she is in all of them
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131. Marked, by PC and Kristin Cast
Owned?: No, library
Page count: 348
My summary: Zoey is just a regular teenage girl - until she is Marked, starting to change into a vampyre. She must move to the House of Night, an elite school for fledgeling vampyres, or die. But Zoey has been marked by the goddess Nyx, and pretty soon finds herself embroiled in a fight for vampyre-kind’s future. She’s changing so fast...but will she survive to become a full-fledged vampyre?
My rating: Enjoyment-wise, 5/5. But for quality, it’s a 1
My commentary:
This book series is bad. No two ways about it. There are very few redeeming features about it. And yet, the whole thing fills me with a slightly-shameful and certainly unparalleled glee. I read these books when they were shiny and new, and I liked them because it was the Twilight era and I didn’t know better. Now I do! Honestly, this opening book isn’t so bad as the later ones, it gets way more batshit later on...but that doesn’t mean it’s good, either.
Zoey is such an annoying protagonist. Her POV is what I call #quirky - trying far too hard to be an awkward, kinda dorky, everywoman. The trouble is that she’s so judgemental of literally everyone she meets. She’s disdainful to her human best friend, keeps calling other girls sluts and hos without knowing anything about them, and her judgement is always right. This is to the point where the problem with mean girl Aphrodite’s midnight ritual is because she’s dancing ‘slutty’. Like, this is the actual quote: ‘It didn’t work because it seemed like a crude imitation of Neferet’s dance to ‘She Walks in Beauty’. If this music was a poem, it would be more like ‘Some Ho Grinds Her Bootie.’ There’s also a racial aspect to her POV - her friend who is black is constantly described as looking like an African princess, but Aphrodite’s mean girl friend who is black has long hair which ‘must be a good weave’. Zoey herself has Cherokee descent, which seems to exist just to make her more Special and connected to the vampyre goddess Nyx, who is also a Cherokee spirit when it suits her apparently. I do not know much about Cherokee religion and culture, but I doubt that this is it.
And yeah, this suffers from the problem that Zoey is just super special for no real reason and gets everything handed to her on a plate. Good people like her, bad people hate her. The token hot boy thinks she’s so interesting. She’s the only fledgeling to have her mark completely filled in ever (more on that later). The head of the school takes her on as a mentee. She’s connected to the goddess more than any fledgeling ever. And she doesn’t work at any of this, she just gets it handed to her. The only thing she actively does is a ritual at the end, and even that just comes to her naturally. There’s no real struggle, no real tension. All her friends are ride-or-die for her after like a week at best.
The politics of this book are also weird. I’ve mentioned the racial stuff before, but I wanna talk about Damien. He’s Zoey’s gay friend, and we’re told that Zoey hates homophobes and is totally okay with him being gay. Okay. Sure. Here’s how Zoey’s introduced to Damien. ‘And this is the token guy in our group, Damien Maslin. But he’s gay, so I don’t really think he counts as a guy.’ Damien is apparently okay with this. He acts as the stereotypical Gay Best Friend, he’s sassy, but he ‘wasn’t a swishy girly-guy; he was just a cute kid with a likeable style’. It’s so stereotypical and homophobic. There’s also this weird throughline with the vampyre kids - you’ve got four years to mature into a regular vampyre, or your body could reject the Change and you die. But the sign that you’re rejecting the Change is that you’re fat and lazy and greasy and a loser. It’s horribly fatphobic! Zoey hates ‘weird fat kids’ too, in her overly-judgemental way.
Finally, the worldbuilding here is...weird. I don’t want to be all ‘ugh vampires have to have these exact traits, no creativity allowed’, because they’re not real, people should have some freedom to put their own spin on it. That said, these vampyres don’t need to fear the light, don’t by necessity need to drink blood, don’t have fangs, have a goddess and participate in neo-Pagan rituals to honour her, have inherent magical powers, get a magical face tattoo to show they’re vampyres, are opposed by fundamentalist Christian groups...why is this about vampires, and not witches? A lot of this worldbuilding would make more sense if it was about witches. I get that this was during the Twilight vampire craze, but if this was about witches, like half of the worldbuilding weirdness would be totally eradicated.
Ugh. Fuck this book, but also, it was very fun to revisit. I did look to see if the library had the rest of the series, but it didn’t, and I’m not buying them. So, unless I find my old copies in the attic or something, farewell, House of Night! You were terrible.
Next up, a wholly better piece of YA, and a dystopian future.
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The Wonders of Magic Pt.2
Warnings: fem reader, language?
Characters in this chapter: Riddle, Azul, Leech Twins
A/N: So ig Nate is making a comeback >:)
Summary: Trying to find the location of one of the energy emblems of your wand leads you right back to those rich kids...
The tour had went a lot more smoothly than you thought it would. You showed them around campus and came right back at 9 as requested so that Ms. Flint didn't chew your head off.
It was awkward at some points but, you managed to get through it. However, the calculating eyes of the white haired guy with glasses was unshakable. No matter how much you talked without looking back trying to distract yourself, you could feel the eyes of almost every single boy piercing your back with judgement, but his especially.
When you would check on them, looking back every so often, you could see that he felt disappointed that you didn't show the him the entirety of the campus, especially the forest. Almost looking like he was about to throw a temper tantrum with the angry blush that rose up to his cheeks.
If you could recall him muttering under his breath, "That's not nearly enough time" once Ms. Flint gave out the orders to be back by 9.
But once you finished the tour they all went home. You partied and ate your heart out, you deserved it after all. When the night was over you went to your dorm you faceplanted on your pillow in your lower portion of the bunk bed. Saying goodnight to Miete and Silva and immediately falling asleep.
It was Saturday morning, Miete was ecstatic wanting you to tell her every detail of the night with them, once you got to the cafeteria you gave a thorough storytime. Until she stopped you.
"And so I asked what their names were and-"
"You didn't know their names?!" Miete whisper yelled.
"No... so I asked," you said, you confused on what the big deal was.
"Y/N, how did you not know who they are? They're some of the most richest boys in the country!"
. . .
Well, how were you supposed to know that? You weren't exactly in the loop, especially the who's the richest and who isn't.
"O-oh my gosh this is hilarious" Silva cackled, clutching the oak lunch table with a ghastly pale hand.
Miete brushed off Silva’s laughter continuing her worrying "W-What did they say?!"
"They were a little shocked but they were okay. The one who looked the most upset was ummm...Vil Schoenheit was his name?"
Miete looked like she was about to faint, her brown eyes going wide. Silva was having an excellent time reacting to your confusion, just laughing away.
"Being around you is never boring, Y/N, I'll tell you that. But, Vil Schoenheit is one of the most famous actors in the world. His ad for one of the movies he was in was on the TV last week," Silva explained, finally back to her usually relaxed mood.
"No wonder he looked familiar..."you said, finally connecting the dots.
Miette sighed, she loved you dearly but sometimes your ignorance about certain things was just too much to handle.
"It's okay, the tour is already over and I won't ever see their pretty boy faces again!" You joked, making a smile spread across the girl’s cheeks.
However, you spoke far too soon...
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It was just your luck that you managed to have your wand not work in the middle of Charms class. You had no idea what happened, with it suddenly malfunctioning. But nothing seemed to repair it, with sparks flying in and out of the tip of the wand but none of the spells were casting.
Once you finished your classes, you took it to the repair shop by yourself, as they would know would know what to do.
Walking to the shopping center in town, you spotted the wand shop that had been there longer than you had been alive, an old and weathered yet cozy shop. A sign nailed above with faded red letters reading “Ronnie’s Magical Emporium”.
Getting inside you talked to the old man inside, a man with a plump belly, overgrown eyebrows and grey hair took it into his gloved hands.
"Sorry kid, this wand is missing pieces," the old man said, examining the wood with his weathered hands.
What?! How is this possible, the wand was working completely fine only two days ago?”
"There must be something I can do, please! I need this wand for school," you pleaded, your charms exam training was in two days which was absolutely unmissable, and you were low on money, there was no way you could by a replacement then and there.
The shop owner sighed, taking off his magnifying eye glass tool.
"Well, there is one thing you can do. Your wand is missing the Magna Pars, also known as the Great Piece of your wand. This often happens with antique wands and the Magna Pars escapes the binds of old wood," he explained "Since it's only been a couple of days it hasn't fully disappeared and you can find it’s location.”
"How do you do that?" you asked, finally a sliver of hope for your unlucky streak.
"The 'Inventor' part of the wand can be able to track where the Magna Pars went," the shopkeeper finishes.
With a flick of the wrist, white heavy sparks flew, it conjured up a map of the entire country. Seeing a bright golden light on the map, the old man zoomed in on it.
"Ah, it's located on the NRC campus," he said.
The named sounded familiar, but then again the academy wasn't too far from Calypso.
"Just go and ask em', I'm sure they'd understand and let you in," he said with a kind smile.
"Thank you so much for your help!"
With your situation solved, you decided to grab your things and make a field trip to Night Raven College in the morning.
~~~
You left a note for your roommates, them still sleeping soundly in their bunk beds and set off in foot, taking a bus to the campus.
Walking through the forest that acted as a natural barrier between both campuses, above the even the tallest of trees you could see the multiple black spires of what looks like a castle. Once you finally got to the end of the forest, you saw the campus in all of its glory. It was absolutely huge, far more significant than Calypso. The campus was beautiful, yet it felt NRC slightly cold to say the least. But you blamed your acuity on your nerves, and decided to head inside as there was no gate to the school after all.
The grand black door was left unlocked, sneaking through. Wanting to be as quiet as possible, and to your luck there was no one lurking the halls of school except the occasional security guard.
You pulled out the map again to remember where you had to go exactly. And just your luck, the Magna Pars was in one of the top towers of the school...great.
Turning a corner you looked on both sides, staying on the tips of your toes for your shoes not to squeak.
You had only made it once you saw him, a quip of red hair bouncing up and down as he went up the stairs.
It was the red head from a couple of days ago, carrying a thick stack of papers along with a stern look on his face.
That's why the name rang a bell, while they were there only for business, they just so happened to all attend Night Raven College.
'A little strange that they call it a college when almost all of them are too young to be attending a college. You're better off calling it an academy-'
Caught in your thoughts in an attempt to boost your mood, you neglected your steps. Your shoes let out a harsh squeak against the dark marble of the floor, catching the attention of the red haired boy from a hall over.
You scurried quickly to hide, Riddle not yet seeing you. But he could've sworn he heard footsteps! If there was a student evading class, he had to stop them.
So, he listened in extra closely on your footsteps, trying to find your location, yet the echo of the large halls made it incredibly difficult.
It took a long while until Riddle realized that this was childish, what would people think if they saw him like this? Especially his mother. Besides security would catch them anyways, but we all know that one can't depend on them to enforce the rules.
He'll drop off the papers, and then come back to get the rulebreaker.
~~~
To your advantage the short, fiery boy had left you alone. Making it easier for you to get across the halls. But you had a sneaking feeling that he would come back to find you.
'Be quiet as a mouse- wait... mouse! Just turn into a mouse!'
While your wand was out of commission to do many regular things, it could cast very simple spells such as rolling a pencil to yourself, or turning you into something small, like a mouse. However the wand most definitely had limits, so you couldn’t over use it.
Conjuring up the spell, you felt everything shrink and there you were, a brown mouse. Scampering through, you had a lot of energy to compensate for the lack of ground you were covering. Yet you heard the familiar click of heeled shoes.
Red haired guy.
And to your dismay, he saw you as a rat running on the floor.
“So you were the noise that I heard, you little vermin. Once I catch you it will be off with your head!"
You let out a scream, surprising you with his angry voice echoing off the walls. He was shocked at the sound of such a human-like scream, you certaintly weren't a regular mouse.
Your speed was quicker than his, and you made it to the outside, getting Riddle off your tail.
~~~
Riddle was out of breath, his hands on his knees. How idiotic of him! Spending time playing a game of cat and mouse with someone skipping class, only to then literally a game of cat and mouse.
He had to get the rest of these papers to Professor Crewel, he was only halfway done with his paper work for the dormitories after all. And regardless of the possible vermin that might be running around the school, your dorm comes first.
Yet he had a suspicion that this wasn't the end of the antics running around this school.
The mouse seemed too sentient... it got scared by his presence and the look in its eyes was too human.
The spout of light that he saw...
Being a part of the student body means that you have to enforce rules and the safety of your peers no matter what.
And what better enforcement then Azul Ashengrotto.
~~~
You already were in the second half of the campus, the tower was actually in sight! You clambered up the stairs, seeing the golden glimmer of the Magna Pars.
Just
One
More
Ste-
"I'm going to need you to stop right there, little witch~" a voice said, coming out from the shadows of the opposite side of the building. You look to see two six foot tall men, accompanying the red head, the glint of menace in their eyes was enough to send goosebumps down one’s.
"Wait please this is all a big understanding, I just need that thing over there!" You explained, pointing above at the sparkling piece near the statue. "It's a part of my wand-!"
"You break into our school, waste my time chasing you around school and now you want to steal one of the treasured artifacts from NRC?" Riddle scoffed "You witches are worse than I thought."
"I swear, I would never steal the statue but just check behind it!" You said, becoming more anxious as the cerulean hair inched away from Riddle and Azul and closer to you.
"Jade, Floyd... seize her."
But just as they took a step toward you, the tower ground began to rumble.
It was happening, the Magna Pars was close to rupturing. The ground began to shake and glow a golden light, the tower was far too elderly to withstand the shaking.
While they were distracted, you performed the spell you know best and turned yourself into a mouse. Scampering through the small bridge that connected to the top of the tower.
Gripping the Magna Pars in your teeth, you transformed back, placing the golden crystal in your wand. The old roots welcoming honey colored gem inside as if it were alive.
“Magnerius!” you yelled, mending the entire bridge back together, except your piece of the bridge.
The boys watched as you fell towards the ground in shock, everything happening was so quick. You were falling from an grand height of four stories, letting out a whistle, before yelling "Nisi terram!"
They looked down, only to not see...anything? You were no where to be found on the ground below. Only for them to hear a hey from the opposite side of the group of boys. Gripping onto the base of the broom in the middle of the air.
You looked Riddle right in the eye, "Not all witches are evil like you think. I hope you have a change of heart someday, and you can see that magic isn’t that bad."
Before they could blink you were already way ahead of them, unable to catch you, yelling being extremely useless as from where you were at it would just sound like gibberish to them. You were in a hurry after all, knowing that Miette and Silva would wonder where you were after three of being gone.
However, it was only when you were back at your dorm that you realized your good luck charm was gone. It was a phone charm of a magic wand that was given to you by your mother.
But you decided to let it go, you couldn't return to that school unless you wanted to be burned at the stake by the students. Maybe you could just ask her for a new one, it would still have the same significance in your heart of her wishing that you do your best in magic school no matter what anyone says.
~~~
'Not all witches are bad, I hope you have a change of heart.'
Riddle's heart panged with guilt, but why? Witches aren’t necessarily societally important. Maybe he wished he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him?
He typically remained neutral on the subject of witches, not caring about whether the tradition of magic died or lived on. But even then, Riddle knew it was rude to let that prejudice comment leave his mouth, regretting it. His pride was incredibly bruised as he stood on the stone bridge after you had saved him.
He apologized to the twins and Azul for wasting their time, and they all swore not to speak of this event to anyone. The twins left Azul on the bridge, the white haired boy saying that he would catch up with them later.
What a wonderful scene Azul just witnessed, how could anyone think that magic is a useless tool. When it's the most perfectly package opportunity. And that little witch could be the perfect gateway for his plan.
A gleam of light drew his attention to a little plastic charm. It was a pink sparkly wand, like something out of those magical girl cartoons Idia seemed to like.
You just couldn't seem to stay away and out of trouble.
How unfortunate for you! But oh so wonderful for him...
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It’s another night of scrolling through Google docs without writing anything new, so here’s more previously unposted Rosemary Reaper. This scene takes place not long after this standoff, and is probably my favorite of the snippets I’ve written so far. Mostly because Ros and Nora’s dynamic amounts to this throughout fifty percent of the story:
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Chapter ?: Neverland
“My mom says I’m not like other kids. That I won’t really age, kinda like Mr. Valentine or Curie. I saw a bunch of people in the Institute like that, that were people but not, but I’ve never really understood it. How can you be a person and not a person? I feel like a person. And Mom says I’m very human, which is confusing.” Shaun gave Ros a guilty look. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Mom says I’m not supposed to tell anyone because there are bad people that might try to hurt me. You’re not a bad person, right? Mom says you’re nice.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Ros said, feeling like she was about to choke. She was talking to a synth. Nora had a synth child. Fuck.
[Ros and Shaun finish their walk around the city; she escorts him back to Home Plate.]
“Say goodnight and head on inside, kiddo,” Nora said. Her hand was on his back as soon as he was within reach.
“Goodnight, Mx. Ros!” Shaun said cheerfully, and let his mom push him through the door. Ros waved farewell.
Nora stepped outside, closing the door behind her. “Thank you for doing that. There are only so many things I can worry about when he’s around.”
“He’s fun. Good kid. Smart kid.” Ros hooked her thumbs in her belt loops. “I learned some things tonight. I…uh, I’ll be keeping them to myself.”
Nora blanched. “He… Ros, it’s not—”
“I don’t have to know. Won’t say a word.”
She rubbed her eyes. Wryly, she said, “We’re all just one big happy family.”
“Hey, I’m not one to judge. Y’all might just be the most human family I’ve ever met. Which is ironic now, for multiple reasons. But not like I set a high bar, right?”
“Nah, you fit right in.” Nora gave her an uncertain smile. “I’ll tell you everything one day. It’s just…a long story.”
“Quite a few of those going around. No worries.”
“Ros—” Nora stepped forward. “Come here. Please.”
Ros let herself be hugged. She didn’t really like hugs, but there was a motherliness to Nora’s, warm and protective, that wasn’t unpleasant. Emphasis now on the “protective.” A shaky tension in her embrace prompted Ros to squeeze back.
“You can always tell me to fuck off,” Nora murmured by the top of her head.
Ros said into her shoulder, “Would it be too soon to make a joke about the gun?” and Nora laughed and released her. Ros grinned, returning her thumbs to her belt loops. “For the record, I like this family.”
Then her grin faded, sinking alongside the momentary delusion. The lapse in judgement. In reality. You’re not my family. And they weren’t.
Nora reached out, as if to brush Ros’s hair behind her ear. Ros flinched. Nora withdrew, the lines behind her eyes tightening into a quiet sadness. “I know I’m not…” she began, and then amended mid-sentence. Her fingers hooked on the front of her shirt, clawing into her heart. “I’m not…anyone’s mother, I suppose.”
Ros rubbed the thin loops of denim between her thumbs and forefingers. She cast her gaze down to where the toes of her boots pressed against the edge of home plate. Someone might have brushed the sand off it once, back when bases had been used as more than doormats and street signs. Decades of use it had never been intended for had left it gritty and falling apart. The grief on the plate’s opposite side embarrassed her, and she could think of no reason why beyond that it was grief she couldn’t understand. But everyone had their own grief these days, in whatever unfamiliar form.
“There have been times,” Ros slowly told the gritty sand, “where, I think, anyone could have done anything to me and I wouldn’t have resisted. If a raider had found me collapsed in the mud, or if I had aimed at someone who doesn’t need an excuse to pull the trigger, or…worse. But somehow it’s always been good people who’ve picked me up. Good people, kind people…people who I keep trying to hurt.”
She slipped her hands into her pockets so she could curl her fingers, feel her nails press into her skin through the thick fabric. “People hurt others when they’re afraid. I-I do. And, you know, maybe Nat—she… Because it’s easier to feel anger than fear, which is dumb and obvious. But less obviously the good people keep trying. And trying and trying… The world fucking ended, so I don’t know how—”
She raised her head and regretted it, because Nora’s expression made heat flush all the way to the tips of her ears. Ros sounded congested when she said, “You’re not my mom. You know, maybe you’re not…anyone’s. But I don’t see a lot of mothers that are here.” She gestured at nothing. “You…are here, and you’re trying, so maybe, I guess, that should count for something. Maybe.”
Nora blinked at her, too quickly. She rocked forward, and Ros shied away, not ready to be hugged again. Nora didn’t hug her. Instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose and said, also congested, “Ros. Ros, you ass.”
“What did I do?” Ros exclaimed.
“Everyone’s been crying this evening, and when everyone else is crying, I’m not supposed to. But you—you—you—”
Ros politely lowered her gaze, embarrassed again. “I haven’t been crying,” she pointed out.
“Good,” Nora said, with the hoarseness of someone who could no longer claim the same. She pressed her hands to her eyes, and Ros was struck, not for the first time, by realization that this woman was The General, capitalized. Barely ten years Ros’s senior, Nora Delaney was almost single-handedly responsible for the fate of the entire Commonwealth, and Ros had just caused her to start crying on her doorstep. It was inexplicably reassuring.
Ros still didn’t want to partake in another hug—she couldn’t begin to fathom how to initiate one—so she offered a hand instead, which seemed like a nice compromise. She had to nudge Nora’s elbow to get her to uncover her eyes. Nora was swift to trap the offering between her own hands, her fingers wet.
“Thank you,” The General said. “And thank God I’m not old enough to be your mother. I can barely handle the teenager.” Then, under her breath, “Oh, God, a teenager.” Ros didn’t know how to react to this horror, beyond being further convinced that children were the worst idea, so it was fortunate that Nora wasn’t done. “You got that beautiful heart from someone, darling. I didn’t have to do anything—I hope you know.”
“It was her,” Ros said without hesitation. “Both of them, but mostly her. Dad fell in love with her for a reason.”
Ros only got halfway through this statement before she really wanted Nora to release her hand. Because now she was in danger of crying, and if she started crying, then no one would be not crying, except for Shaun, and they couldn’t leave a perpetual ten-year-old to run the Commonwealth.
…Ros was still in a crisis over that one.
“Lucky for us,” Nora whispered. “Never change it.” She gave Ros’s hand a firm squeeze before she dropped it, to Ros’s relief.
Ros felt the nicks in her trigger guard, though her hand was nowhere near her gun. “I can try.”
Nora smiled. “That should count for something. Maybe.”
And Ros couldn’t help it: she smiled back.
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10, 26 for the munday meme??
Shh pretend it's still munday || @beinfriends
Gonna answer 10 under a cut because it talks about some of the, uh...more difficult subject matter in End of Evangelion
∗ 26﹕ who was your very first muse ? would you consider writing them now ?
I answered this already, but just to humor the question, I'll refer back to my other answer last time this question came around the blog. Old Vocaloid self insert that predates tumblr.
Hm...I dunno if I'd consider writing her as she last was before she kinda retreated into the recesses of my brain. I'd probably end up completely reworking her into her own OC ( she was already sort of evolving into her own character in her later stages anyway ).
∗ 10﹕ is there a piece of your character’s canon that you refuse to accept ?
I've talked at length before about how I feel about the infamous hospital scene in End of Evangelion. EoE Shinji is just overall a very different, more vitriolic character compared to what we see in the anime. I'll go ahead and link this meta I reblogged a while back because I basically directly quote it whenever I'm asked about this, they were able to put the vague feelings I had into words way better than I ever could LMAOSDHKDFJLG
I don't really outright say it didn't happen, but rather I try to figure a mental process that's a little more in line with the anime that would result in...yanno...that. I just feel like it's a little bit more of a challenge to do it that way you feel? Writing it out entirely feels like the easy, "it's problematic therefore it doesn't exist" solution, which really doesn't work for what Eva tries to be. In the past I've explained it as a lapse in judgement that not even Shinji knows how to explain ( not the most satisfying or in-depth, I know, but this is something I've been struggling with for years ). With him strangling Asuka on the beach, I've written it as some combination of him acting on pent up rage about how Asuka treated him, plus him needing to know he exists in the physical world again, therefore being able to touch someone. Mind you — holding up a big flashing neon sign here so no one gets it twisted — that's not to say any of this is justified behavior. It's not. EoE Shinji does fucked up shit, there's no two ways about it. I've just...tried getting into Anno's head about the whole thing, I guess. I've tried to think whether there's a universe in which this stuff happens. And of course, I'd NEVER actually write this shit out in RP. Not the time or place.
I just...I have a lot of complicated feelings about End of Eva. I don't actively dislike it as a film overall — it has some good things that can connect back to the anime, like "anywhere can be heaven as long as you have the will to live" and Shinji's ultimate rejection of Instrumentality. But it's hard to reconcile several elements of it with the ending of the anime ( which I prioritize over EoE as the conclusion to anime Shinji's character arc ), even though I've tried over the years. Maybe it's just my weird reluctance to just outright change shit about canon, idk.
If anything, I guess my answer to all of this is my post-EoE verse where things start to rebuild and look up for the cast. It's something I like about the manga and rebuild — they're a little more unambiguously optimistic, which I think ultimately does Eva's message of self-love and self-improvement better service. Post-EoE Shinji is generally in a better place mentally and regrets his actions in EoE. He chose a world of individuality, which means he needs to take ownership of those actions and do better.
#beinfriends#❛ ooc: inbox.#sa tw#sa cw#sa mention tw#sa mention cw#MY ANSWER TO 10 GOT LONG I'M SORRY.....#it's hard to talk about certain parts of eoe without like ten million disclaimers
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Being a 19. A playlist
The baby aka Ouija aka Oliver James is a 19.
19:03 suffragette city–clear enough symbolism, though i have to say that when public enemy’s who stole the soul played at 13:19, i started to pick up on the directness.
But then when “second mistake” played at 19:08……i went oh shit. 19 being the baby, 08 being stella. Him being the first mistake and their second mistake being…stella, and it playing 19:09/11/12 for the triad.
19:14 which obvi is past lives reference played the end of second mistake, piano player and is that jazz, which went all the way to 19:17.
Sidenote: this makes me think of how i was told jakk and i had a past life where he was a piano player and i was a jazz singer, where i played a decoy and he got shot. Psychic jakk would always use it as an excuse about why he wouldnt come in my apartment.
Once i sat on my knees til 5 am, singing to the door, trying to get him to walk in the door.
But then 19:19 was adam and dog. As most people know 19 is the sun, a pretty vibrant moment of happiness.
But then at 19:20, which would combine the sun card with the judgement card, Adams changed played.
But when at 19:22 me & you together song started to play, i laughed and got it directly. He was right.i kinda thought about how clearly they have learned to communicate. He’s actually better than Stella at getting me to get the structure Behind it. Tho she’s a genius, for a 16 year old double fire sign.
19:24 we’ve been had. 24 queen of wands has always been explained to me as the you-are-a-true-witch card. So that showing up combined with the sun could knock you flat.
19:31 was the ryan adams version of blank space, so thats the dynamic between them. Thats their karma.
But what really threw me was cloud on my tongue which started at 19:31 and went through 36/38/39. This is a song that used to be one of the first songs from the very beginning, and it had a gesture to it.
For some reason they loved for me to go in circles, but then i heard him: “ no, the girls, in circles and circles and…” which was all he would ever see, girls in circles…like he’d been trying to tell me all along.
But then 19:39 was innocent weight clap your hands saay yeah (lines are obvious) and polly at 19;52 because boy that baby loves to talk about rape, and i’m in my 52nd year.
And in closing was “cast of thousands” an instrumental, at 19:54. Which I’m starting to get.
And thats how they communicate.
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Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓
Age Gap
pairing: chris evans x younger!reader
warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao
a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol
being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.
finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.
when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.
you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.
you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.
at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.
when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?
you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.
you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.
the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.
as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.
when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.
eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.
then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.
but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.
Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.
it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.
Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.
suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.
he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.
he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.
he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.
he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.
he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.
“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.
“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.
when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.
Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.
the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.
“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.
you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.
“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.
you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.
“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.
“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”
#chris evans angst#chris evans#chris evans actor#chris evans imagine#chris evans x you#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x reader fluff#chris evans fluff#chris evans x reader#chris evans smut
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I rarely get personal here, but I’ve seen people talking about shipping Dramione and not shipping them any more, and it prompted me to share my thoughts.
First of all, don’t put the equals sign between racism and pureblood doctrine, or shipping Dramione and a Nazi man/Jewish woman’s romance. Apart from huge ideological differences between the two, the biggest and most obvious contrast between them is that racism is real, and the Holocaust really happened, whereas pureblood supremacy only exists in the books and has never hurt anyone in real life because — what a surprise — witches and wizards aren’t real, and Voldemort had never been born. So please stop diminishing the tragedy and suffering of millions of people to justify your opinions and dislikes.
Don’t tell women what they can and cannot read. So many people think themselves woke and their actions politically correct without realising how terribly misogynistic they are in fact. Let women choose what they read, let them make a decision on their own, and don’t assume they can’t tell a difference between reality and fiction. Because — NEWS FLASH — they’re perfectly capable of differentiating between the two!
If you want to hold fictional characters accountable for their actions, at least be consequential and hold all of them accountable for what they’ve done, not only those who fit into heteronormative culture. Don’t omit LGBTQ+ characters, judge them too, they’re capable of making bad things as well and their being in a non-heterosexual relationship or being part of LGBTQ+ community doesn’t undo their deeds in that fictional world. The same goes for fictional women. Don’t excuse their actions if you decide to play morality police. HOWEVER. In the end, it is a fictional world, and they are all fictional characters, so you can root for them even if they’ve done horrible things (yeah, you can root for Lord Voldemort for all I care), just don’t be selective about your judgement to fit your agenda/make others feel guilty about who they like or ship.
Don’t make others feel guilty about or ashamed of who they ship. And don’t feel guilty about or ashamed of who you ship. There’s nothing wrong with you even if you like the most vile and twisted fictional characters.
Now on a more personal note. Why do I ship Dramione? Most of the time, I don’t know, I don’t think about it, I just do. Obviously, I love their dynamic, I love the enemies to lovers trope, and I love their bickering. Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic and love the idea of star-crossed lovers. And I simply enjoy brilliant writing that Dramione authors offer to fans. But if I reflect upon my reading choices, I believe they’ve got something to do with the fact that most men in my life have repeatedly disappointed and hurt me, and I’m not sure if I ever will be able to build a romantic relationship with another human being, especially a man. In fiction, everything is possible (and when you think of it, in reality too; life writes the craziest, most improbable stories). So let me have one of my favourite book heroines fall in love with a man who had been a prejudiced arsehole but redeemed himself and now loves her unconditionally and is someone she can always rely on. Let me have my imaginary utopian world in which a man is capable of a profound change.
And yeah, I read dead dove fics too. He that is without sin among you and has never seen a horror or a thriller, let him first cast a stone at me. (Don’t take this too literally; it’s not a sin to enjoy dark stories.)
Long story short: SHIP AND LET SHIP. Shipping should be about having fun. If you don’t like it, don’t ship it, but don’t try to take away fun from ships other people love, and don’t try to make them feel guilty about their favourite pairings.
And I can’t believe how some people still don’t get this.
#dramione#draco x hermione#draco Malfoy#hermione granger#harry potter fandom#harry potter#ron weasley#shipping#ship and let ship#zutara#reylo#enim enim
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while you were sleeping
“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” Grandpa Max said in a gravelly, rough voice he only used when he was barely holding onto his anger. Gwen held her crossed arms tightly, trying to seem stern when she really felt scared. “You are going to relinquish your control over my Grandson and you are going to do it now or else-”
“Or else what, Grandpa?” Ben asked with a blank expression. Or at least, the thing wearing Ben’s face and body did. It hadn’t quite mastered fine motor control yet so seeing her cousin’s usually animated face so slack, his posture so awkward like a puppet on a string... it was unnerving.
“Or I’m going to remove you from his person and get him back myself,” Grandpa growled. He slammed his hands on the railings of the stretcher Ben was sitting on and leaned close to his face. “And don’t call me Grandpa, you are not my boy, you are not even real. You are a hunk of metal and machinery and I don’t care if you are the most powerful device in the universe, Omnitrix, I will tear you apart piece by piece to rescue my family.”
The Omnitrix tilted Ben’s head awkwardly, it’s too bright green eyes staring at Grandpa Max with a fury Gwen rarely saw from her cousin.
“You will never separate us. We will not allow it,” the Omnitrix hissed, clawing Ben’s right hand protectively over the alien watch. It’s usual green interface was blank having spread itself through Ben’s entire body. Three days they had just assumed Ben was tired from the battle in the Atraxi Nebula. Three days that Ben had been acting weird and not right while the Omnitrix possessed him. Three days of brushing it off until Rook had noticed the changes to the watch and alerted them that something was very, very wrong. “And you’re one to talk about saving us,” the Omnitrix spat out. “All you do is make demands of us, send us far and wide to fix other people’s problems and never helping our own.”
“Cut it out with this we and us. Ben is a person and you’re just a machine,” Grandpa sighed with frustration, rubbing at his eyes.
“There is no Ben or Omnitrix, there is only us,” the Omnitrix stated as if it were obvious. “We have long since merged. Ben and I are one in the same which is how we know how damaged we are.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Grandpa sneered.
“It means,” the Omnitrix continued with lidded, angry eyes, “that Ben doesn’t want to come out. His mental state collapsed in battle leaving our physical form in danger. We had to take control to get us to safety. Ben is safe and cared for right where he is and he will return when he is ready and not a moment before.”
“How do we know you’re not lying?” Grandpa Max screamed, finally losing his cool. Gwen flinched and she noticed the Omnitrix slid its eyes over towards her before flickering back to Grandpa. “According to Azmuth, you’re not supposed to be sentient, you’re not supposed to possess your host! Why am I supposed to believe you that you’re not holding Ben hostage?”
“Because we have been there for every injury, every bout of self-doubt and loneliness, every tear shed in grief and misery,” the Omnitrix whispered with venom dripping from every word. It’s eyes glowed so brightly it cast dark, ominous shadows on Ben’s face. “While you and everyone else looked the other way and pretended it was fine to thrust the entire universe on a child’s shoulders. The only one we have been able to rely on for years is ourselves and it wasn’t enough.”
“I-,” Grandpa Max started to defend before deflating a bit. He looked over at her, unsure of what to say. Gwen gave him a curt shoulder shrug; she hadn’t exactly been overly attentive to Ben’s mental health the last few years herself. With the way he acted, it was easy to assume he was handling things alright but the signs were there now that she was looking. It shouldn’t have gotten this bad that the Omnitrix had to possess him and point Ben’s struggles out. “It’s not like that, Ben would’ve told us if it was too much.”
“Which is why his psyche is in fractured pieces,” the Omnitrix said with an eye roll. It was just how Ben did it, for all that the actions were jilted and ungainly, it had Ben’s mannerisms down exactly. “We left the Master in your care for years and this is how we ended up.”
The Omnitrix leaned forward, it’s elbows balanced on Ben’s knees and it’s fingers laced together under Ben’s chin. It stared at them judgement in it’s stolen eyes. “So here is what is going to happen, Grandpa and Cousin. We are going to take care of Benjamin, as we have done from the moment of our joining. We will keep our body healthy and safe from harm, we will patrol and go on missions to keep our home and the universe intact. We will also work to undo the damage you have done to Ben and when he is healed and ready to resume control, then we will retreat and let Ben make the decisions.”
“You can’t do that,” Grandpa said with a dry rasp.
“We can,” the Omnitrix countered steadily. “You will have to kill us to separate us and we will kill you before we let any harm come to Ben. Do you understand?”
“You say we’ve hurt Ben,” Gwen said softly, not liking the Omnitrix’s unfocused, uncoordinated gaze on her. “We probably have just like he has done the same to us. We’re human, just because you love someone doesn’t mean we don’t make mistakes.” It frowned in thought. “But you don’t heal by locking yourself up and not addressing the problem. If Ben, if he’s hurting, then he needs to be out here where we can fix it. I know you love him and want to protect him but this isn’t the answer.”
For the first time since the conversation began, the harsh look softened on Ben’s face. It almost looked human this way. If the Omnitrix and Ben really were one being by this point, then it wouldn’t give into anger for long. It just wasn’t in their nature.
“You are right in a way, Gwen,” the Omnitrix said with a slight nod, sitting up from it’s aggressive slouch. “It’s not a surprise, you’re right most of the time,” the Omnitrix said with a little quirk of the lips that was very Ben. The mirthful expression tightened into one of frustration. “But we still need time. Ben is fragile right now, he needs to rest, to recover. When he, when we, are ready then we will listen.”
“Okay,” Gwen nodded, reaching out and grabbing Grandpa’s hand tightly before he could fight anymore. “Okay, well we’re here for you if you need us.”
“Right, thanks,” the Omnitrix looked away and picked at Ben’s ripped up jeans. Did the device share Ben’s ADHD? Was it just copying Ben’s nervous habits to trick them or were the two of them so blended together it wasn’t one or the other but simply different parts of a single whole? She couldn’t help but wonder if Ben would’ve been this same person if the Omnitrix had never bonded with him.
“Well, it’s late and we’re tired. We’re gonna play some video games then meet Rook for patrol tomorrow unless you plan to stop us from doing our job.” The Omnitrix said, it’s voice heavy with accusation as it glared at Grandpa.
“You may go,” Grandpa said forcefully, unhappy with the situation but unable to stop it. “But this discussion isn’t over.”
“Of course not, I’m still waiting for your apology about your treatment of us,” the Omnitrix sniffed with a flippant wave as it hopped off the stretcher and walked out of the room where it would continue to act as Ben and live his life for who knows how long. But who was to say that he wasn’t Ben, some aspect of him that they never saw. Either way, dealing with it, dealing with them, just got a lot more complicated.
#I watched both venom movies today and was... inspired#everyone keeps talking about how fun and cute the omnitrix possession au is#and I still cant help but see the inherent horror in it#IS it Ben? IS the omnitrix such a part of Ben that they're indistinguishable?#How can you know when one begins and the other ends?#this could still just be an aspect of this blended BenOmnitrix person#one that the main Ben personality kind of pushes down and is now shining through with Ben kind of retreated#and it loves Ben so so much#and is furious and protective as hell on his behalf#can you imagine talking to someone you know super well and finding them almost exactly the same but still *different*#and almost perfect copy bc it IS ben the watch knows every single detail about ben#its honestly just the motor issues and its more forceful aggressive personality#but once that smooths out... how would they even know if Ben 'returned'#is it really a return if hes been here all along and its just been a different aspect of a personality#ok Im getting way too metaphysical when I have work early tomorrow#friendly reminder this au haunts me#I am incapable of thinking of it as cute#when the very idea terrifies me
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Making Lore Out of the Angel Event
Im the definition of 'its not that deep but I'm going to dig a hole to make it that deep'
In this case its me making it that deep because otherwise this event is upsetting so I'm making some dark lore theories to make it make sense to me.
I'll have a lot of spoilers below. For the event and everything I know, which is up to like lesson 32 I think.
Basically, TLDR; this was an attack by Michael/their Father on Devildom. Simeon and Diavolo have successfully negated the threat by turning it into a game.
TLDR Thesis; The Celestial Realm is governed through careful mind control. The Demon Bros are not "avatars" because of being demons- they have been cursed by their Father to suffer as no other demon nor angel has to.
First we hear direct from Michael, and he's giving these bangles that appear to brainwash the main cast.
This was an attempt by their Father to bring them back under his control. By control, I mean this literally.
I've felt for a long time that the way the Celestial Realm seems to be run is... shady. It's a utopia to outside appearances only, and those who have been most deeply embroiled in the Great Celestial War know this.
The Great Celestial War was over free will, rather than the specifics of Lilith's situation. She was the catalyst for a long-time-coming revolt against the rulers of the Celestial Realm.
My logic for this:
The reason for Lilith's expulsion goes against the current action plan of the Celestial Realm. Peace between the realms? Sure, but their Father is bound to realize that you put angels, humans, and demons together you're going to end up with more angels like Lilith, who fall for other races. Why would he accept this truce if he lost his favored children over an issue that is very similar? Did he have a change of heart? Heavens no.
Luke's behaviour towards the demon's seems case-and-point. Luke is not the strange one out of the angelic transfer students- Simeon is. Not only that, Simeon is chosen not in an attempt to promote peace, but to protect Luke from being influenced. (Which is, again, the whole point\of the exchange program.)
That time we went to the Celestial Realm for real - Lucifer was worried. Scared, even. This can be explained by, you know, the War and Lilith.. but I wonder if it may be more sinister. Like perhaps being brainwashed.
Diavolo and Barbatos weren’t required to wear bangles to become less “demon-like” for the “party”. This is because the bangles were a ploy to get the brothers back.
My theory is that when an angel begins to show signs of rebellion or questioning the divine order, they are forcibly stopped. Michael is that enforcer, and these 'gifts' are a method of stopping them.
The bangles cause a person to act *perfectly angelic* against their free will. The people affected become all smiles and sunshine, so clearly nothing could be wrong with it, right? They’re happy, right?
No. Very not right, and we can see that through Satan.
Poor Satan is always the exception to the rule of the Brothers, as his circumstances are different from everyone else's.
In this case though, he's the one who provides insight on this mind control.
Let me remind you of the quotes Satan gives us during this time:
“I feel worked up.”
“I don’t feel like myself at all.”
“It feels like something foreign is forcing my heart to be calm.”
“Like my heart... becoming tranquil.”
Satan has never been an angel. He has never experienced this before. He has something the other brothers don’t: self-reflection. Satan can tell the difference between his feelings and feelings that are being imposed upon him. He tells you what he feels - “worked up” and “not like himself” and he is not smiling during this. He’s clearly unhappy, even though an angel might say he should feel unburdened by losing his anger.
He even mentions this.
“Normally, that wouldn’t seem like something bad, right?”
“Something isn’t right.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t come near me when I’m in this state.”
Satan is under the effects of the bangle, being forced to act angelic, but he can tell something “isn’t right.” He clearly shows that he thinks this is a “bad” thing, not because being calm is bad, but because it’s not “normal”. And can I remind you that he’s the Avatar of Wrath? The Sin that is most likely to be dangerous to be around - and yet it’s only when his anger is forcibly quelled that he thinks you should stay away from him. He knows that this is not something to desire. He knows that it is not happiness.
“I can’t concentrate on reading today.”
I mean, he’s obviously going through a lot, so that’s fair. But I have the theory that if he were to try and research this condition he wouldn’t be able to either. I have a theory about the Garden of Eden. My theory is about Paradise.
Remember when Eve ate the fruit? Do you know what that fruit was? Sin?
No. That fruit was knowledge.
Specifically, knowledge of good and evil. Now, why would this knowledge be something to keep from those under the control of the Celestial Realm? It sounds rather like they might be able to then make their own decisions of what is right and wrong.
Satan has known this from the beginning. Knowledge is power. The Ruler of the Celestial Realm, the other demons’ Father, knows this, too.
Why are there no other Avatars?
Sin was not something inherent to Devildom. Sin is a judgement sent from the Celestial Realm. There are no other Avatars because they are a wholly angelic creation. There are other posts that have examined the Sins as outlets, and how each of the brothers are attempting to find ways to allow themselves to express their sin so it does not overtake them.
From the get-go, we are shown that these Sins are a defining point for the brothers, but we’re also shown that they cause more trouble than anything else. Again, part-and-parcel of being a demon, right?
So why aren’t other demons like this?
Look at Diavolo and Barbatos, or even just the background demons who work across Devildom. Look at No. 2. They are all far more complex, and could even be considered normal. No. 2 is specifically meant to be based off of Mammon and his greed, but is much more rounded when we interact with it.
If Diavolo is meant to be the ruler of demonkind -- the paragon of what a demon should be -- then why would he not be the epitome of all of these Sins in one? What is Diavolo, instead?
Diavolo is accepting.
Hold up a moment here. What? Sorry y’all but it sounds to me like Mr. Demon Daddy King trusts his son enough to pass the kingdom on to him... so that must mean that Diavolo is behaving as a demon should.
Barbatos doesn’t question Diavolo’s choices. Nobody does. He’s an all around popular ruler. Devildom seems to be quite.. the opposite of what we’ve been trained to expect, huh? Trained by who exactly?
What are the Demon Brothers?
Cursed. They don’t act like other demons because they’re not like other demons. When they rebelled against their Father, they were punished for this act, but I posit that the punishment and the exile were two different acts. Their Father knew that leaving the Celestial Realm was not punishment to those who desired free will. So instead, he gave them Sin. Something that Demons are not normally bound to.
But how would the brothers know this? They only know what they’ve been taught by angels about demons. Surely these new, pressing desires come from turning into demons..?
So, why was this not taken seriously?
Short answer: it was. But in the way that aligns with Diavolo’s ultimate goals.
Diavolo wants peace.
Let’s Talk About Simeon
Simeon is an enigma and a half isn’t he?
Simeon is close with Michael, closer than Luke in any case. Now, I’ll be honest, I can’t remember if it was a fanfiction I read that said this or if it was canon so uh - forgive me. But Simeon was chosen to accompany Luke as an exchange student so that Luke would get some education. Simeon says this is to help relations, as Diavolo wants, but of course that’s what you would say as a sleeper agent?
Now, don’t get sad. Because we love Simeon here and we support him.
Simeon is wise and neutral. He seems to support the brothers, and even still wishes to foster a relationship with them. This could be seen as an attempt to bring them back, or some such, but I like to think that Simeon knows what’s wrong with the Celestial Realm.
Simeon, however, doesn’t think that a revolt can solve it. Simeon is working with Diavolo to create a form of peace - and has been transparent about the fact that Michael chose him to prevent Luke from being corrupted. I like to think he’s also been transparent with Diavolo about Michael’s actual goal.
Simeon believes that the races should co-exist and love freely. How could love be evil, after all? Whether or not this is a new concept to him (because of his falling for you) or if this is just who he is, I’ll leave up to you and your preferences, but since he is now no longer undateable, it is established that he does not believe love between angels and humans to be bad - as his Father did with Lilith.
What happened, then?
My theory is that Simeon told Diavolo that Michael had given him a task - to give these bangles to the brothers to remind them of the joy they were missing by disobeying the Divine Order. Either that, or to brainwash them into coming back home.
Simeon’s position would be revealed to Michael if he didn’t give the brothers the bangles, but he does not want to instigate another war either. So he told Diavolo Michael’s plan.
Diavolo wants peace, and he knows that with time, the brothers can overcome this mind control as they had in the past - especially with his help.
So thus comes the “party”.
An excuse to make the bangles seem like a “harmless” gift, that had only gone wrong because of strange magical interference, when really they had done exactly what they were supposed to.
And a wonderful way to maintain peace while leaving the Celestial Realm to stew in their own pots.
Simeon gets to maintain his facade for everyone - and put on a show for Michael as being loyal. He also gets to show Luke that perhaps being wholly angelic isn’t the way for some people, letting him learn a little more about peaceful coexistence. Nothing happens to ruin Diavolo’s grand plan for peace, and he gets to learn more about the curse that is set upon his friends - One that he hopes to be able to break someday, so they can live their lives unfettered by their Father.
#okay this has gone on long enough#i have other ideas about satan in this whole situation but this is my canon now okay#the celestial realm is shady af#Our group of friends are the ones trying to rebel against it#but also are the victims of what happens if you do#man i wish that they would go into deep lore and plot like this in the game#but its an otome so i can't really expect that#anyway this is how im going to treat the whole thing#obey me lore#lore#bast babbles#obey me event#angel event#obey me angel event#obey me#obey me shall we date#obswd#headcanons
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