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Servant of Evil
#ravioli#raviolink#ravio x link#legend of zelda#legend of zelda ravio#legend of zelda link#loz#loz link#loz ravio#a link between worlds#a link between worlds ravio#a link between worlds link#albw ravio#albw link#albw#I was listening to servant of evil/daughter of evil#and went 'hmmm- what if that- but raviolink.'#needless to say now there's this#it's been a hot minute since I've had to do their tags and I forgot how many their were
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Vocaloid Tourney Submissions Results and Preliminaries Info
56 out of 64 spots in the bracket have been filled. List of advancing songs is below the cut.
For the preliminaries, there are 86* songs competing for 8 open spots in the bracket. (again, full list below)
The prelims will be structured as follows:
Part A: *2 songs - a mini pre-preliminary round of sorts between two versions of "Play" by shr - the original Kagamine Rin version vs an UTAU cover featuring Matusdappoiyo, since both versions were submitted. The Winner of this round will participate in part B. (One day long)
Part B: 85 songs - 17 matches of 5 songs, with 1 winner each. I will be releasing 3 or 4 matches every other day to stagger them. Winners of part B will move on to part C. (16 days long)
Part C: 17 songs - 2 matches of 8/9 songs, each with the top 4 songs advancing. Both matches will be released the same day (One week long)
if anyone has any objections to this, or any better ideas, lemme know now, bc that was the best I could come up with. I didnt want the first round of matches to be between too many songs at once, as I felt that would probably be less accurate, and more intimidating so less people would listen to all the songs....... idk
Part A will be up TOMORROW, SUNDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, and will only last one day, bc I want to get to the actual prelims. More information on the rest of the prelims will be up during the week.
List of songs advancing to the bracket or preliminaries below the cut:
ADVANCING TO THE FINAL BRACKET:
"Abnormality Dancin' Girl" by Guchiry; feat. flower
"Alice of Human Sacrifice" by Yugami-P; feat. MEIKO, KAITO, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin & Len
"Alien Alien" by NayutalieN; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~" by teamOS; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len (with Hatsune Miku)
"An Alien's "I Love You"" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Bacterial Contamination" by Kanimiso-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Corpse Attack!!" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Daughter of Evil" by MOTHY; feat. Kagamine Rin
"DAYBREAK FRONTLINE" by Orangestar; feat. IA
"Deep-Sea Girl" by Yuuyu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Donut Hole" by Hachi; feat. GUMI
"drop pop candy" by Giga-P and Reol; feat. Kagamine Rin and Megurine Luka
"ECHO" by Crusher and CircusP; feat. GUMI
"Electrical Forecast" by inabakumori; feat. Hatsune Miku
"First Train and Kafka" by n-buna; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Ghost Girl" by Mikito-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Ghost Rule" by DECO*27; feat. Hatsune Miku
"GOATLIKE" by Somari; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Hana Ichi Monme" by Team Kamiuta; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Hated by Life Itself." by Kanzaki Iori; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Hole-dwelling" by Kikuo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"I thought I was an angel" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"I'm glad you're evil too" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Pinnocchio-P)
"Ironina" by Niru Kajitsu; feat. flower
"Kokoro" by Toraboruta-P; feat. Kagamine Rin
"kyakkya" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin
"Kyuukurarin" by iyowa; feat. KAFU
"Lag Train" by inabakumori; feat. Kaai Yuki
"Law-evading Rock" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Len (with Ishifuro, Shirakami Mashiro, Jin, MoffuP, Yamaji, Yuumao, Ramune
"Lost One's Weeping" by Neru and tomoboP; feat. Kagamine Rin
"Matroyshka" by Hachi; feat. GUMI and Hatsune Miku
"Melt" by ryo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Meltdown" by iroha(sasaki); feat. Kagamine Rin
"Moth" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"My R" by Wada Takeaki; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Non-Breath Oblige" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"ODDS&ENDS" by ryo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Ohedo Julia-Night" by Mitchie M; feat. Hatsune Miku and KAITO
"Outer Science" by Jin; feat. IA
"phony" by Tsumiki; feat. KAFU
"Regret Message" by MOTHY; feat. Kagamine Rin
"Rolling Girl" by wowaka; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Rotten Heresy and Chocolate" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Samsa" by Teniwoha; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Servant of Evil" by MOTHY; feat. Kagamine Len (with Kagamine Rin)
"sick" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin
"SLoWMoTIoN" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Yukkuri)
"Synchronicity Second Chapter ~Paradise of Light and Shadow~" by teamOS; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len
"The Fox's Wedding" by masa; feat. Hatsune Miku and GUMI
"The Tailor of Enbizaka" by MOTHY; feat. Megurine Luka
"Tokyo Teddy Bear" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Rin
"Unhappy Refrain" by wowaka; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Villain" by Teniwoha; feat. flower
"WILDFIRE!!" by CIRCRUSH; feat. GUMI
"Yowamushi Mont Blanc" by DECO*27; feat. GUMI
"Zanelli" by Teniwoha; feat. flower
ADVANCING TO PRELIMINARIES:
"*Hello, Planet." by sasakure.UK; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Abstract Nonsense" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Rin
"All I Need are Things I Like" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Alter Ego" by Misumi; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Arifureta Sekai Seifuku" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Blessed Messiah and the Tower of AI" by teamOS; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Megurine Luka, Camui Gackpo, GUMI, IA, MAYU, MEIKO, and KAITO
"BRING IT ON" by Giga-P; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len (with MEIKO)
"Can't I Even Dream" by Fumii; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Children Record" by Jin; feat. IA
"Crazy ∞ nighT" by teamOS; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, GUMI, Camui Gackpo, Megurine Luka, KAITO, and MEIKO
"Datte" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin
"DEAD HAND" by Ferry; feat. Yuzuki Yukari
"Doctor=Funk Beat" by nyanyannya; feat. KAITO (with maimie, Shindou Gaku, Amaoto Junca, and Dashio)
"Dreaming Chuchu" by emon(Tes.); feat. Megurine Luka (with Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin)
"Drowning in a Wave of Sadness" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Len
"Electric Angel (Giga-P Arrangement)" by Yasuo-P and Giga-P; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len
"Fake Fake Psychotropic" by Kairiki Bear; feat. GUMI
"Gehenna" by wotaku; feat. Hatsune Miku
"hand" by Avogado6; feat. Asane Ema
"Hate it Hate it! Huge Ego!" by Wada Takeaki; feat. Otomachi Una
"Hatsune Miku No Gekishou" by CosMo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Heart Democracy" by Mikito-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Heavenly You" by LonePi; feat. REML
"HITO mania" by Haraguchi Sasuke; feat. Kasane Teto
"Honey I'm Home" by GHOST; feat. DEX
"Hungry Nicole" by Niru Kajitsu; feat. flower
"Hyperventilation Dance" by Nashimoto We; feat. Hatsune Miku
"I’m Gonna Buy! Buy! Buy! " by Signal-E; feat. Luo Tianyi
"iNSaNiTY" by CircusP and Azuralunar; feat. KAITO and SF-A2
"Jailbreak" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Rin
"Jitterbug" by Kuriyama Yuri; feat. Hatsune Miku and MEIKO
"Kaisei" by Orangestar; feat. IA
"Kakome, Kakome" by Zawazawa-P; feat. Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka
"Karakuri Pierrot " by 40mP; feat. Hatsune Miku (with GUMI)
"Kimagure Mercy" by Hachioji-P and q*Left; feat. Hatsune Miku
"LIAR DANCE" by DECO*27; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Love Me, Love Me, Love Me" by Kikuo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Love! Snow! Really Magic" by Mitchie M; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Machine Gun" by KIRA; feat. GUMI
"Magic Mirror" by teamOS; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len
"makka" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin
"Marshall Maximizer" by Hiiragi Magnetite; feat. KAFU
"Mermaid" by Somari; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Meteor" by Jonsann; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Mind Brand" by MARETU; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Mirage" by Harumaki Gohan; feat. Hatsune Miku
"MONSTER" by KIRA; feat. GUMI
"Mozaik Role" by DECO*27; feat. GUMI
"Neo-Neon" by DECO*27 and TeddyLoid; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Shiho)
"Nobody Makes Sense" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"oyasumination" by ippo.tsk; feat. Eleanor Forte
"Parade of Mediocre People" by Wada Takeaki; feat. Otomachi Una
"Play" by shr; feat. Kagamine Rin
"Play" by Itsuki (cover); feat. Matusdappoiyo
"Propose" by HoneyWorks; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Proto Disco" by nulut; feat. flower (with KurageP, Bis, MatuMotoMoti, *Shimi, nulut)
"Reckless Battery Burns" by GHOST and Vane; feat. Kevin
"Reincarnation Apple" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Remote Control" by WONDERFUL☆OPPORTUNITY; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len
"ROKI" by Mikito-P; feat. Kagamine Rin and Mikito-P
"RRRRafflesia" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Sand Planet" by Hachi; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Hachi)
"Schadenfreude" by Guchiry; feat. Otomachi Una
"Seraphim on the Ring" by Mitchie M; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, KAITO (with Kagamine Len)
"Shunran" by john; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Spinning Sky Rabbit" by Orangestar; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Spinning Song" by DATEKEN; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len
"Super Nuko World" by Mafumafu; feat. IA (with Kagamine Rin)
"SUSHI-GO-ROUND" by Utsu-P; feat. ROSE
"Tell Your World" by kz; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Teo" by Omoi; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Kagamine Rin, GUMI, IA)
"Testament" by Hiiragi Magnetite; feat. Hatsune Miku
"The Last Revolver" by MOTHY; feat. GUMI
"The Liar Witch and Gray Rainbow" by Soraru; feat. Hatsune Miku
"The Madness of Duke Venomania" by MOTHY; feat. Camui Gackpo (with KAITO, GUMI, MEIKO, Megurine Luka, and Hatsune Miku)
"Town of Jade" by Mel; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Triple Baka" by LamazeP; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Kasane Teto)
"Unfriendly Hater" by Meddmia; feat. Hatsune Miku and KAFU
"Unicorn" by Teniwoha; feat. flower
"Vampire" by DECO*27; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Vita" by Hiiragi Kirai; feat. flower
"Waltz of Anomalies" by Hoehoe-P; feat. Hatsune Miku
"Weenywalker" by youman; feat. GUMI
"Witch" by Suzuki-P and Ryotai; feat. Megurine Luka (with Camui Gackpo, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Hatsune Miku)
"World is Mine" by ryo; feat. Hatsune Miku
"You’re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice?!" by Jamie Paige; feat. Hatsune Miku
I'll release a list of honorable mentions (songs that i really like but didnt advance u_u) after the prelims with the final bracket.
#vocaloid tournament#music#vocaloid#utau#poll tournament#polls#poll#poll tournaments#tumblr poll#tumblr polls#submissions#brackets
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To Kiss a Prince
Xenk Yendar x Reader
About: a Cinderella inspired xenk yendar fic
Warnings: barely any romance. Very evil step family members. Kissing.
A/n: I HATE THIS SO much that I cut it off early. But I'll write another xenk fic soon.
A/n: toe mules aren't as ugly as they sound.
Word count: 4.3k
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“You will not ruin this night for your sister!” Your step-mother shouted. She gripped your forearm tighter as she approached the cellar door. She took a key from a pouch that was attached to her waist. She inserted the key into the lock and turned it. Within the span of five seconds, the door was opened and you were thrown inside. Before your body could even hit the ground, the door was slammed shut behind you. “This is a very special night for Camille, and I will do everything in my power to keep you away from the ball!”
“Just one hour, Priscilla. Give me one hour to spend at the ball! I won’t even talk to anyone!” you begged through the barred window of the door.
“My answer is final! You will not go to the ball!” She yelled.
“You won’t even have to pay for my clothes! I’ll wear my mother’s old gown!”
“Actually,” A wicked grin grew on her face. “Camille will be wearing it.”
Your heart dropped. Camille, your arrogant and foolish stepsister, wearing the only possession from your mother that you had left. Just then a plummy voice piped up from atop the stairs.
“Mother.” It was Camille. A smirk was on her lips as she neared the bottom of the steps. Your mothers golden dress was on her body.
“She looks gorgeous, doesn’t she?” Priscilla turned to you, with a smug expression on her face.
“Take it off.” Your voice shook as you commanded furiously.
“Ok.” You were taken aback by Camille’s response, confused as to why she agreed so fast. But before you could think any further, Camille brought her hand to the shoulder of the dress, she tightly gripped the fabric, and tore it.
“No!” You cried.
“Whoops.” She taunted. Before lowering both of her hands to the skirt of the dress and completely detaching the fabric from the top half of the dress, leaving her in only her hooped petticoat.
“Stop it!” You screamed
Camille didn’t listen, she only continued tearing at the dress until she was finally satisfied with her work and took off the entire thing completely and threw it on the floor, she was only wearing her petticoat and corset now. She giggled as she trod back up the stairs, and left the room.
Your sobs echoed through the empty wine cellar as you sunk down on the floor.
“This is what happens to insolent girls who don’t listen.” You heard Priscilla’s footsteps fade away until the room was completely silent, aside from the sounds of your sniffles and cries.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. All you wanted to do was go to the winter ball. Everyone in the region who came from noble blood was invited. Despite how your stepmother and stepsister introduced you to others. You were still the daughter of a duke. You were the lady of your house, but unfortunately, when you were a child, your stepmother and stepsisters came along and took titles of duchess and lady before your father died.
That was why you were in this situation. A week ago you had tried to ask your Priscilla if you could accompany her and your stepsisters to the ball and she immediately refused and claimed she would rather be wearing servant's clothing than be seen at the ball with you.
You had tried reasoning with her. You reminded her that you were also a lady of the house. But she simply ignored you. When you tried asking again during dinner, the words she told you were,
“I’ve grown tired of your nagging, {Name}. If you ask me again, I will take away your supper privileges for the rest of this week.”
After that conversation you waited until the night prior to this evening. And when you asked Priscilla at supper, she took the handkerchief that was placed next to her plate, and used it to lightly dab at the corners of her mouth. After that she got up from her seat and sauntered over to you, she grabbed your plate that had barely been eaten off of, and left the room without a word. You could only assume she had taken it to the kitchens to be thrown away.
Then there was this evening, when she had finally lost it on you and threw you in the wine cellar.
And now here you were on the floor of the dark and frigid room, mourning the loss of your mothers dress.
You tucked yourself into a corner with your back against the wall. You brought your knees to your chest, trying to generate some heat to keep yourself warm in this unpleasant area.
You used your knees as a cushion for your head, despite how uncomfortable it was. You closed your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, you just wanted this nightmare to end as fast as possible.
As you tried to drift into an unconscious state, a knocking sound echoed throughout the room.
You lifted your head and looked towards the door to find a familiar face.
“Genevieve!” It was your other stepsister, Genevieve. She was so much kinder than her sister and mother, she always shared her food with you in secret when Priscilla took your dinner privileges away.
You jumped up from the floor and scurried toward the door.
“What are you doing here? You should be with Camille and Priscilla.”
“Did you actually think I would leave you in a wine cellar?” She smiled at you. “Look what I have.” She said in a sing-song voice while dangling the key to the wine cellar in front of the barred window.
Before you knew it the door to the wine cellar was open and Genevieve's arms were wrapped around you.
“I know you still want to go to the ball, and I know what Priscilla and Camille did to your mother’s dress.” She frowned. “That’s why I got some help from an old friend of mine.” She grinned.
“What do you mean?” You queried. Just then an oily voice with a french accent spoke.
“She means she came to me for help.”
You looked towards the stairs to find a man who looked like he was in his twenties, leaning against the wall. He was wearing a jumpsuit covered in sparkles and frills. And his brunette neck length hair was in a neat bun.
“Who are you?” You questioned him suspiciously.
“I am one of many names and places!” He shouted. You and Genevieve flinched at the sudden outburst. “But you, sweet Madame, can call me Axel.”
“How are you going to help me? My mothers dress is completely destroyed,” Tears brimmed in your eyes. “And I doubt you could fix it before the ball has ended.”
“Repeat that last part for me.” He coaxed.
“My mothers dress is completely destroyed?”
“No, no the other part.”
“I doubt-”
“You doubt me?!” He bellowed. “You are a fool to doubt and underestimate my skills!” He shouted. “I will show you what a mastermind of fashion can do!” He reached into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulled out a large glass orb that looked like it was filled with mint green fog. He raised his arm and swung it towards the floor, releasing the orb from his grasp in the process.
The glass orb landed on the dress and exploded into a million pieces. The green mist that was inside spread over the entire area and left you and Genevieve coughing and gasping for air. Once the mist cleared, in the place of your mothers dress was an extravagant golden ball gown, the neckline and bodice were white and decorated with golden accents, below the bodice was a long, golden, bouffant style skirt.
“How did you do that?” You stared at Axel with an incredulous expression on your face.
“It does not matter! Hurry up and put it on!” Genevieve exclaimed, while gently pushing you towards the dress.
“This skirt though, it is too long for me to wear, I’ll be tripping over the fabric all night.”
“You can use my extra petticoat, now go!” She gave you one final push as you grabbed the dress off of the floor and ran up the stairs, passing Axel, who gently grabbed her arm before she could go any further.
“You’re not wearing those shoes, are you?” He inquired, referencing the dirty flats on your feet.
“They are all I have.”
“Oh.” he murmured. His eyes shifted down to the shoes. “I guess I could work with these.” He turned his eyes back up at you. “Take them off.”
“Pardon?”
“The shoes. Take them off and give them to me.” You bent down and pulled both shoes off of your feet. You then handed them to Axel, “Thank you.”
“What am I supposed to wear at the ball if you have my shoes?”
“Just go and get dressed!” Genevieve and Axel both shouted.
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Genevieve and Axel were now in the living area, waiting impatiently for you to come out from your bedroom. Genevieve was bouncing her knee nervously while Axel scoffed for the umpteenth time.
Just then the sound of a door creaking and soft footsteps were heard.
There you were standing in the doorway of the living area in all your beautiful glory.
“You look gorgeous.” Genevieve beamed.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“You were always my favorite sister, Viv.” You hugged her.
Axel cleared his throat. You and Genevieve parted from your hug and turned to him. He outstretched his arms, and in his hands were a pair of white toe mules embroidered with gold.
“For the pretty lady. I fixed your shoes.” he stated.
With a grin you took the shoes from him and swiftly put them on.
“Thank you, Axel. For everything.” You looked at Genevieve. “And thank you, Genevieve.”
“You’re welcome.” Axel smiled. “Now both of you go! You have a ball to attend!” He pushed you both toward the front door. “I already have a carriage outside waiting for you, so don't worry about that.” You and Genevieve stepped outside and saw an all white carriage waiting for you at the end of the path. “Have fun girls!” He waved you goodbye as you walked down the stone path.
You arrived at the carriage and the door was opened for you by a footman. You and Genivieve sat down in seats across from each other. And less than a minute later you were moving. You watched through the window as your manor became smaller and smaller, until it was finally out of sight.
“I still cannot believe that I am actually going to a ball.”
“Have you never been to one before?”
You silently shook your head. A moment of silence passed.
“Well, I will help you navigate your very first ball!” Genevieve piped up. She leaned towards you and grabbed your hand. “I will make sure you have the best night of your life.” She smiled, and you returned the gesture.
But your joy shifted into fear as a terrifying thought entered your mind.
“Camille and Priscilla, how will we avoid them?” You frowned. Genevieve sat back in her seat and pondered for a few seconds.
“I will stay with them, and I will keep them from spotting you.” She decided. “That way, you will be able to thoroughly enjoy your night.”
“Oh, Genevieve. You are the greatest sister I could ask for.” You leaned forward and captured her in an embrace.
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After a fairly short ride, the carriage came to a slow stop. You took that as a sign that you had arrived at the royal castle.
The footman opened the door for the both of you once more. Genevieve stepped out first and you followed close behind.
“How long do you think we can stay?” You turned your gaze to her.
“Mother usually is in bed by midnight, so I’d say we could stay until 30 minutes before midnight.” You nodded in agreement.
As you neared the gates, you noticed that the area was completely empty, save for a few guards who were scattered around the castle.
Once you were inside, it only took you about five minutes to find the ballroom, which was already full of guests from around the region.
Genevieve went inside first. She whispered something in the ear of the master of ceremonies.
“Lady Genevieve of the House of Blanchard!” The man announced.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you passed through the large doorway. You turned toward the master of ceremonies and whispered a fake name in his ear.
“Lady Josephine of the House of Allard!” He announced.
You let out a shaky breath as the large crowd came into view. Heads turn in your direction, and you hear a few murmurs coming from the people.
Your anxiety lessened as you spotted Genevieve successfully distracting your stepmother and stepsister.
You sauntered down the stairs. When you made it to the bottom, the crowd seemed even larger.
You let a shaky breath out as you observed the room. There were so many people, most of them you didn’t recognize, although a small amount of them you had seen around town when you were younger.
You took a stroll around the room, greeting people and making small talk as you passed them. After about thirty minutes you started to feel overwhelmed by all the conversation, so you went into a corner of the colossal room that was less crowded.
You stayed there for the next few moments, watching as couples danced to the elegant music that was played by a large band that was located in the corner across from you. You watched as people gossiped and laughed with each other. Your heart couldn’t help but ache at the sound of it. Oh, how you wished for a life full of joy and laughter. How you wished to have friends you could visit everyday. How you wished to have a home of your own that you could host get-togethers in. How you wished for someone who you could open your heart to, someone you could lay next to every night and converse with into the early hours of the day. How you wish you had someone to hold you in your darkest hours. Oh, how you wished for something that at least resembled true happiness .
But a life like that was out of your reach. You would never find love, You would never have close friends. And you would never have a home of your own. You accepted that fact long ago.
You couldn’t help but lower at the sight of everyone's joy.
“Are you alright?” A smooth voice spoke from beside you.
You turned towards the source and found a tall, handsome man, his face showing a hint of worry.
“I am fine.” You lied. “I am just… Anxious.”
“Is that why you are crying?” He inquired.
You placed a hand below your eye and sure enough, there was a droplet of water on the tip of your finger.
“Oh.” You searched your general area for a handkerchief and found none. That was until the man next to you held one out for you.
“Here. It seems like you need it more than I do.”
You gently grabbed the handkerchief from his hands, and dabbed the area underneath your eyes.
After you were finished, you went to hand the handkerchief to him but he politely refused.
“I have others, that one can remain in your ownership.”
You mumbled a thanks and continued to grasp the handkerchief.
“What is your name?”
“I am Josephine of the House of Allard.” You lied.
“I don’t recall a ‘House of Allard’. Are you from this region?”
“Yes, I live in this region. My family is not exactly popular.” You lied once more.
“Is that so?”
You nodded. You silently gulped as his eyes scanned you for a second, then he opened his mouth.
“Would you like to dance?”
You momentarily froze. Dance? Did you know how to dance? You never recalled taking any lessons, so it was safe to assume you didn’t. You looked toward the crowd, the dance everyone was doing didn’t seem to be too complicated, but you doubt you could memorize it. You turned back toward the man.
“I don’t know how to dance.” You nervously explained.
“I will teach you.” He held out his hand for you to take.
You hesitantly place your palm in his and he led you to the middle of the ballroom. A new melody started to play. You nervously stood in front of the man, one hand was on your hip, the other was still grasping your hand. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, and the dance began.
You tried your best to follow his moves, and although you did graze the tips of his shoes once or twice, you did surprisingly well.
As time went on, it felt like you two were the only people in the room. You slowly, but surely memorized the steps to the dance that you are now aware is called, ‘The Varsovienne Waltz’. You and the man moved gracefully across the ballroom floor. You observed the way his golden brown skin glowed under the bright lights that were scattered around the room, his short locs were swept to the side of his head, and his gorgeous brown eyes stared deep into yours.
As the music slowed and you continued swaying with the man. You started to notice the stares that were placed on the both of you. You let your gaze lower to the ground as your face grew hot. Were you two being watched the entire time? If so, why?
But unbeknownst to you, among the sea of people, there were two sets of eyes that placed their glares upon you.
“Is that who I think it is, Genevieve?” Priscilla questioned.
Inside Genevieve was panicking. She was supposed to keep Priscilla and Camille occupied, and she was successfully doing so! That was until events took a turn for the worse, when you and the prince himself were seen waltzing in the middle of the ballroom. Genevieve tried her best to keep her sister and mother from looking, but the large crowd gathering around you two drew their attention. And now here she was, trying to come up with an explanation as to why you were dancing with the royal prince.
“That is not her. I swear. I left her in the cellar.”
“She's lying, mother.” Camille’s jade green glare was placed on Genevieve.
“Don’t you think I know that.” Priscilla snapped. She looked towards Genevieve once more. “Genevieve,” She started. “This is a very special night for your sister. It is supposed to be your sister who is dancing with the prince. Not the unwanted orphan who we give shelter to.” She placed both hands on Genevieve's shoulders. “Now I want you to go over there, Grab {Name}, and bring her to me, so that I can have a ‘talk’ with her.” She commanded.
“I won’t.” Genevieve responded.
Priscilla took in an irritated inhale. “And why won’t you?”
“Because they are gone.” Genevieve tried to contain the small smirk that was growing on her lips.
Priscilla turned her eyes back to the center of the room, and sure enough, you and the prince were nowhere to be found.
“Where has she gone?!
-
You and the man were sitting on a stone bench in the castle gardens. After the dance, you had told him that the stares were making you anxious, after that statement, he had told you that he knew a place where you could both respite. He had led you to a private garden that was hidden behind the castle, and taken you to a stone bench that sat in front of a small pond.
“Should we even be here?”
“It’s alright. I have access to this location for a reason.”
“And what is that reason?” You slightly leaned towards him.
“I will tell you, but only if you tell me your name.”
“I have already given you my name.”
“I know that there is no ‘House of Allard’. I want your real name.”
“My name is, {Name}, of the House of {Last Name}.”
“{Last Name}? As in Duke{Last Name}?”
“He was my father. But he died long ago. Now I live with my stepmother, and stepsisters, who are also of noble blood, and they are here tonight.” You said with a bit of sadness in your tone.
“Are they?”
“Yes. But I do not want to talk about them now.” You declared. “But now, you must tell me about yourself, to make it fair.”
“Alright. My name is Xenk. Xenk Yendar. I am the prince of this kingdom, and this is my private garden.”
Your jaw dropped. There was no way you were sitting next to the actual prince of Quisritis.
Oh no.
Oh no.
You danced with the prince! You stared into his eyes meaningfully! (?)
This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were just supposed to come to the ball, enjoy yourself for a short time and leave. What you weren’t supposed to do was get friendly with the prince.
There were so many things going on in your mind at the moment and you couldn’t process them all, you wanted to say something but you couldn’t even think of the right words. So you said the first thing that came to your mind.
“You’re fucking lying.”
Your hands flew to your mouth. You jumped up from the bench, and as quickly as you got up you dropped down to your knees in front of him.
“I apologize to Your Highness! I did not mean to say such vulgar words! I ask for your forgiveness!” You pleaded.
“There is no need to apologize. I appreciate your honest words. Now please, can you get up?” He awkwardly requested.
You rose from your spot on the ground and stood in front of him.
“Sit down, please?”
You sat.
“You should not have to apologize for speaking your mind. In fact, I implore you to speak it right now.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. Whatever you are thinking, I am interested in hearing it.” He smiled.
“Well, I think that… You are very handsome, and I think your taste in flowers is impeccable.” You picked at your nails, waiting for a response. (I'm crying this is so ew.)
“Thank you.” He smiled. “And my taste in flowers, why do you think that?”
“I was observing the pond, and I noticed how you had pink dahlias and lavender hydrangeas next to each other. Although other people would find it strange, I feel that the similar shapes of the flowers compliment each other. Also, I know that it was you who changed your family crest from a purple clematis to an iris. A purple clematis symbolizes royalty while an iris symbolizes hope, which leads me to suspect that you purposely chose the iris to show that your rule means hope for the future.” You rambled.
“You are observant. I admire that.”
“I don’t consider myself observant. I just pay attention.”
“Is that so?” he tilted his head slightly.
You nodded. Looking up at him through your eyelashes. You noticed how his eyes went down to your lips for a split second. You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You leaned forward and so did he. Your noses were touching. His lips were grazing yours. Just as the final move was about to be made, Chimes of a bell echoed through the air. You turned your head towards the clocktower and your heart dropped when you saw the time.
It was midnight.
You were supposed to have left thirty minutes earlier, but you had gotten sidetracked when you were with the prince. You turned back towards him, grabbed the side of his face and pressed your lips against his in a hasty fashion, after a good second or two, you pulled back.
“Apologies, my prince, but I must be going!” Before he could respond you turned around and ran away.
You sprinted through the large halls of the castle until you had finally gotten to the exit. You saw your carriage and footman still waiting for you at the end of the path, but Genevieve was nowhere to be seen. You could only assume she went home with Priscilla and Camille.
When you got to the carriage, you practically jumped inside. Instead of waiting for the footman to get the door, you grasped the handle and closed it yourself.
You huffed as the carriage started moving. You weren’t in the clear just yet, but for now you could relax just a little bit. As you got in a comfortable position, you felt a strange sensation. You felt carpet rubbing against your foot. You pulled your skirt back and sure enough, your shoe was gone. You groaned, already knowing Axel wouldn’t be too happy to hear about losing your brand new toe mules. But that was the least of your concerns.
You arrived at your manor after what felt like hours, even though the ride had to have been twenty minutes max.
You stepped out of the carriage and rushed toward the entrance of your manor. When you opened the door all was quiet. You ran to your bedroom in the attic and quickly changed out of your gown, and into your pajamas. You gently took your gown and shoe into your hands and hid them in the loose floorboards under your bed.
You got in your bed and pulled the covers over yourself, hoping to fall asleep before Priscilla and Camille were home, and you eventually did.
Meanwhile, a certain prince stood on the steps of his castle, holding a golden slipper…
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I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Pairings: Astarion x Original Female Character(Named Tav) [From Baldur's Gate 3]
Tag/Warnings : Canon Compliant, Post-Endgame, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tragedy, Mentions of past abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Synopsis : Astarion returned to the city of Baldur's Gate, following the final request of his beloved, who asked him to bury her next to his grave. As dawn approached, Astarion held the lifeless body of his love, reminiscing about the countless memories they shared together.
A/N : The story started when I came across this tweet: 'do you guys think your tavs/durges stayed with their love interest long term or not?'
I got the idea to tell the story of my Tav and her love interest, Astarion. What would happen to them after the end of Baldur's Gate 3? I've been thinking about it a lot and it's quite heartbreaking.
From these little headcanons, I developed this one-shot about them.
My Tav is a human bard with a noble background. So, I imagined her as the daughter of a noble Baldurian,which contrasts with Astarion's background. Their initial relationship was more of a adversaries before blossoming into love in the end.
Listening to the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie gave me a lot of inspiration for this couple. (At first, I wanted to use the song "Take Me To Church" as the title, but it's too popular. I thought a song that many might not have heard of would be fitting for this tale.)
Read in Ao3 : here
"Jones," Astarion whispered, calling his beloved, but she didn't respond.
Her eyes closed tightly, her body growing colder with each passing moment.
Astarion pulled her closer, hoping his slight warmth might warm her. He knew it wouldn't help, and she would never wake to look into his eyes again.
Human lives are fleeting, from young maiden to old crone, from crone to spirit.
Her entire life was a blink of an eye compared to his cursed immortality.
Once, Astarion had both disdain and curiosity about this human. A race so fragile and feeble, never wielding a sword to harm anyone, raised in a noble family, spending half a comfortable lifetime in a grand mansion in Baldur’s Gate, surrounded by obedient servants bowing to her every whim.
He couldn't make sense of her. For a vampire like him who had struggled to survive amidst enemies and a cruel world for centuries. He was nothing but a bloodthirsty creature, a servant under a master's foot who got treated worse than a common slave, struggling to sustain his life with the taste of filthy rat blood that almost made him vomit.
Astarion envies her for an ideal life in the gilded cage he could only dream of. envied the short-lived human existence. While he had no right to die willingly if his evil master didn't want him to die,
And he wondered why she had fled her high-life in the capital city of Baldur’s Gate to suffer with them. why someone so inept at fighting would risk her life battling monsters, from goblins and evil undead to even gods, to aid them and help everyone unrelated to her.
He thought Jones was foolish, and he didn't like fools.
Ironically, eighty years later, he found himself shedding tears at her death.
"I wish to be buried beside your grave, Star." That was one of her last wishes before she breathed her last in his embrace. This led Astarion to make the singular decision to step out of the Underdark and return to Baldur’s Gate, the city where he once hated heavily, to fulfill the last wish of his beloved.
The black sky began to turn deep blue. Astarion knew he should hurry to bury Jones properly before the sunrise. As he contemplated, his eyes caught withered flowers left on the ground near his own grave marker. For a brief moment, Astarion reminisced about the memories he shared with her. He had once brought Jones to his own grave, recounting his life before turning into a vampire. and then visualizing a future where he wished to live with her,as his past had died over two centuries ago and she was the only future he desired.
Astarion remembered his overwhelming fear that Jones might refuse him. She was the highborn daughter of Baldur’s Gate's noble families. Why would she choose to endure the hardships of life with an elf vampire like him?
Yet his fear vanished instantly when he saw the soft smile on her smooth face. She placed flowers on his grave and embraced him, accepting his love wholeheartedly.
That night was the night he died and was reborn in her embrace. Not as the enslaved Astarion, not as the villainous Astarion, but as Astarion the redeemed, never to be alone again because he would have her by his side forever.
But the words 'forever' don't really exist, especially for humans and vampires.
Still, Astarion couldn't help but secretly hope.
Sometimes, darker thoughts overshadow his mind, eclipsing all the goodness he has left. Astarion often secretly pondered that if he chose the path of power, performed an ancient ritual to sacrifice seven thousand souls to a devil, and transformed himself into a vampire ascendant, he would have enough strength to walk in the sunlight with her and enough power to turn her into a vampire like him. Then they could live together forever without the fear of death taking her away.
But it was Jones who restrained him then. She persuaded Astarion to see that these powers offered him nothing but the dark legacy of the Vampire Master, an inheritance of wickedness that would never end. She told him he could be better than Cazador, his former master, and he didn't have to continue killing others to sustain his existence anymore.
Astarion trusted her, though he couldn't deny feeling deeply regretful. And Jones sensed his feelings. She gently grasped his cold hands and earnestly vowed, "Star, I will find a way to cure you of vampirism, so you can walk under the sunlight with me again."
And she kept her promise. After successfully helping Baldur’s Gate city fend off the threats of the Mind Flayers and Nether Brain, she and him began a new adventure together. They journeyed across the entire continent of Faerûn, from Waterdeep to Athkatla, Neverwinter, Luskan, and even the mysterious realm of Feywild, all in pursuit of finding a cure for him.
Those times were special, building strong bonds and beautiful memories between them. They laughed together, danced together, fought together, and held each other close under vast skies and twinkling stars as witnesses.
Until Jones began to age and couldn’t continue the journey. That was when they both realized how little time they had left. And no matter how much time and effort they put in, there was no way to find a cure for him anymore.
Facing the harsh reality was incredibly difficult. Astarion had to hide his deep sorrow while he tried to persuade her to stop the adventure and live out her remaining days in the Underdark, the dark and sunless realm, the only place where he could be with her.
He knew what the near future held. Nothing would hurt as much as watching his beloved age continuously, waiting for her time to pass while he remained unchanged.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you as I promised. Please forgive me," she said during their time in Underdark. Her bright blue eyes, the very eyes he fell in love with, overflowed with guilt.
Astarion wanted her to know that he could never be angry or hate her.
The shovel still lay untouched on the ground, with no sign of being used anytime soon. While the vampire elf sat silently in front of his own grave marker, letting old memories flow through his mind once more,. Both his arms cradled her lifeless body as if she were still alive.
"My beloved Star, please continue to live on for me. I wish to see you happy for a long time," another of her last requests echoed in his mind. The gentle touch of her frail hand on his cheek still lingers in his heart to this day.
"Jones." Astarion whispers her name again. Tears, which he had not shed for a long time, now streamed down his pale face. "I can't do it," he murmured to her lifeless body. "How can I find happiness without you?"
A golden beam slowly crept in, chasing away the darkness from the vast sky. Yet Astarion's body remained unmoving, just like the eyes of the vampire, which refused to leave the withered face of his beloved for a second. He memorized every detail of her, keeping it in his memory as best as he could. She still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes—always and forever.
"I wish the next life was real. I hope we'll meet again, live together, and build a family," Astarion whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on the edge of her lips. "Wait for me, darling. I'll follow you soon, no matter where you choose to go."
Finally, he tore his gaze away from her, looking up at the sky once more. For the first time in centuries, he had the chance to gaze at the nearing dawn with full eyes. As the sun peeked over the horizon, followed by the warm rays starting to seep through his skin, cracks began to form, turning his skin into tiny specks of dust.
Before his final consciousness faded, Astarion's thoughts remained vivid.
This was the most beautiful dawn he had ever witnessed.
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Fairytale AU + Hair Brushing/Braiding
Ah, Elrond/Erestor...and a dash of fairytale vibes! Always a winning combo lol
Sorry for dragging all my blorbos into this LOOOOL
Prompts: Fairytale AU + Hair Brushing/Braiding
Pairing: Elrond x Erestor
Requester: @maglor-my-beloved
Words: 1 130
Warnings: Injury, trauma, doom, nudity, bath scene, Fëanorian Erestor
Once upon a time, in a faraway land that was yet free of the strife of this present day, two young souls sat by a peaceful river’s shore, braiding each other’s hair in a gesture of unmarred affection.
“I shall cherish your design forevermore,” Finwë, future patriarch of a fated line, whispered, and Elwë smiled knowingly.
Soon, though, they were torn apart by destiny.
Many cycles of silver and golden light later, Finwë found himself brushing the hair of his firstborn son—his heir, his cherished boy—and, inspired by the love he had lost, he wove an intricate, intimate pattern into that living silk.
Thus, a hallowed tradition was born on either side of the great divide. For generations, fathers would braid parts of their identity and their most unspeakable well-wishes into the hair of their progeny.
Often hidden but never undone, those tresses spoke of legacies and enduring faithfulness—they spanned ages, becoming ever more complex, and retold the story of a people ever on the brink of desolation.
So it was that, with heavy hearts and three skeletal hands, two notorious kinslayers thusly marked the blessed sons they’d stolen from their intended purpose.
It was with surprise and life-altering emotion that a stubborn, golden-haired princess and her dignified spouse discovered that, despite and beyond their differences, they shared this precious custom. Together, they created a new design for their daughter, interweaving strands that had been set apart by time and providence.
It was with tears in his eyes that a taciturn, irascible hermit looked upon the simple plait a ferocious mortal had put in their sleeping son’s hair.
“So he’ll never forget where he comes from,” Haleth whispered, kissing a burning cheek. “So he might find his people when both of us are gone.”
The one she loved so desperately without being able to save him frowned.
“One day,” she promised, “he’ll be able to trace back these strands of hair to the root of all love. The braid shall lead him home!”
Once upon another time, a valiant leader stood alone in the face of overwhelming evil. He was beaten down mercilessly, and—just as he had accepted that he’d never leave the battlefield alive—a warm hand settled on his hip.
“The day is lost,” a scratchy, breathless voice mumbled. “Come away now and live to fight another day.”
Too weak and injured to protest, Elrond Half-Elven let himself be carried away by Erestor who was stronger, faster, and much more cunning than he looked at first glance.
“I shall bathe you,” Erestor declared as soon as they had reached the camp, “and tend to your wounds.”
When Elrond tried to decline, overcome with a sudden sense of shame and panic, a resolute but tender finger was pressed against his lips like the prelude to a kiss the other didn’t yet feel comfortable dispensing.
“Hush! Your secrets are safe with me!”
Mollified and subdued by the severity of his injuries, the fearless lord mellowed into the caring embrace of his saviour who bore him to a small tent where a copper tub was already waiting to be used.
Servants brought in hot water and clean towels, and Elrond melted into a semi-conscious state of bliss, listening to the soft murmuring of the blurry shapes fading in and out of focus.
It had been many long years since he had last allowed another to gently peel muddied, blood-soaked fabric from his clammy skin, and the very recollection of those hands—drenched in crime and regret—made him sit up with a jolt.
“You must not…” he whispered hoarsely, but already, he could feel nimble fingers comb through the tangled strands of his sweat-matted hair. “I—”
Erestor’s affectionate ministrations slowed to a crawl as he found what his friend had so desperately tried to keep from him—in the face of such stark, unequivocal reluctance, he felt strangely shy and unwilling to cast his eyes down to look upon the discreet braid, burning like a string of hot metal against his palm.
Even though his mind shied away from an identity he had always suspected but never dared confirm, the sensitive tips of his long, sinuous digits deciphered unerringly what his heart might always have known.
“I recognise parts of this design,” he murmured pensively. A wave of heartsick longing threatened to drown him from the inside as he remembered his mother, brushing his hair and sharing all she had been able to learn about his father’s family with him.
Erestor also remembered his father—stern, often distant as if afraid that his mere touch could harm his child, and yet so discreetly and steadfastly loving—and he couldn’t help but wonder what had become of him.
“He thought I was too young to know,” he whispered as if to himself.
“Who? What do you mean?” Elrond articulated painstakingly. The soothing warmth of the herb-infused bath had washed away the last vestiges of his stubborn ferocity, and he felt worn out and dizzy.
With a soft, rueful chuckle, Erestor lifted the obscuring curtain of his dense, dark hair to reveal a gorgeously elaborate tress of his own.
“It is far from being as ornate as yours,” he conceded sheepishly. “Alas, I have fewer legacies to represent and keep alive, but…you are not alone.”
If he had thought that every layer of protection—armour, clothing, and the dignity of his station—had already been stripped from him and that he had nothing left to lose, Elrond now discovered that he had been sorely mistaken.
A weight he had not been fully aware of carrying fell from his soul, and—finally unburdened—his very heart seemed to draw breath for the first time in centuries.
“They have claimed you wholly then,” Erestor said, his voice becoming unsteady as he was shaken to the core by this revelation. At last, he allowed himself to look down and read the labyrinthine story of his dear love’s life, woven in glossy strands that felt more akin to a soothing river on a hot day than to the burning sun itself now.
“How do you know?” Elrond asked, too overcome to play coy.
“My father would only share so much, but—needled and encouraged by my mother’s faith—I have spent a lot of time seeking answers and documenting as much as I could about those lost to horrifying history.”
Spell-bound and stunned into startled silence, Elrond could merely stare at him.
“I shall not undo it,” Erestor promised as he took up his cherished task of carefully washing the abused, battered flesh once more. “Once we get you out of here and into a warm bed, I shall tell you about my findings. Welcome home, little star. You’re much loved still.”
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I'm not sure if anyone know the song
"daughter of evil" and "servant of evil" but now I can't stop thinking about it but with the yuuribois and who would listen to it and stuff or who the yv characters are as the characters in it
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i listened to Servant of Evil & Daughter of Evil again bc of the tags mentioning it in my princess Vanessa post and once again i am reminded of the fact that doomed siblings will always make me cry
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the heavenly yard blog infomine, part 3: Re_Birthday, making Servant of Evil, more karaoke, surprise Luka
Yada yada, these are not translations, yada yada
Blog link for anyone who missed it the first time
14 December 2008 ~ 30 January 2009
---December 2008---
14th
-mothy is making a Len song for the Kagamine's anniversary but he doesn't think he'll have it done on time.
24th
-he has the song done, but he doesn't think he'll get the video done in time. he's been quite busy
27th
-appropriately, the Len song he uploaded for the Kagamine birthday is Re_Birthday.
-He didn't have time to recruit illustrators for this one so he just made the art and video himself.
29th
-mothy provides a bit more commentary on Re_Birthday, how it's sort of a compilation of the songs he's made until now. The "Re" in the title sort of references Regret Message, making it an answer song to it, in a way (in addition to just plain old "Rebirth").
-He wishes he'd been more prepared, there was a lot more he wanted to do with the song (like add in other VOCALOIDS, something he does do in later editions of the song might I add). It's taking him longer and longer to make songs now, before it used to only take him like 3-4 days.
-He replies to comments. Someone asks if he's going to collaborate with Shimoda from Piapro (Asami Shimoda, I think?), which he isn't sure will happen. Another person brings up how Rin is singing alongside Len at points in Re_Birthday.
-2008's been a good year for him
31st
-mothy does a roundup of all the songs he's uploaded this year, sharing his thoughts on listening to them now.
-10ML he thinks sounds pretty bad, but it's also his first song so he still likes it. Wordplay feels like a "trial and error" type work to him. Clockwork Lullaby is something he was really proud of making so it struck him that it didn't get popular--it was around this point he really wanted to make something that got big on NicoNico. He's made a remake of it that, to him, sounds totally different.
-Daughter of Evil is naturally his big hit, and it sounds very unique among the songs he's made. Servant of Evil he says feels like it's "walking on its own"--he admits he was trying to replicate the success of Daughter of Evil, to an extent, though he had fun making it and he's proud of it with all its ups and downs. He wants to surpass it someday. Regret Message on the other hand he feels he's improved a bit on his VOCALOID voice mixing (or at least he did it better accidentally). It seems to be an audience favorite.
-For Girl of the Miniature Garden he basically says that the Clockwork Lullaby series is to stretch his skills with song types he's not good at, and he doesn't think the instrumentals are as good. Still, he found Miku easy to use and he'd like to use her again. He did remasters of Daughter and Servant of Evil with RinLen act 2, which he didn't hugely care for, but he does think he learned something useful doing it.
-He was originally going to call Tale of Abandonment on a Moonlit Night "Inokori Doubutzuen(Zoo Detention)", and the lyrics were apparently much darker? Then he changed the subject matter to be about Hansel and Gretel (he writes Gretel as GLAY☆TERU, not sure what that means). Someday he'd like to do "Zoo Detention", but milder. As for South North Story, he learned a lot during the collaboration and surprised himself by making something so upbeat and positive.
-Re_Birthday borrows motifs from previous songs, of course. Originally it was going to have the melody for Servant and Daughter of Evil in its interlude. And he thinks he made the low tones in the mix too weak. And, in generally, he'd like to try making something new next year.
-Also replies to some comments, only relevant one is that he does allow iterative works of his songs.
---January 2009---
1st
-mothy wishes his readers a happy new year and expresses his intentions to talk about the making of Servant of Evil in commemoration of his karaoke success.
-he replies to comments, which--again, because I'm not seeing what he's replying to, I can't really summarize them properly. He does, however, discuss his name a bit.
-So, apparently the correct pronounciation of "mothy" is "mocchii" (mo-chee). However, I'm assuming that's because "thi" isn't a syllable in Japanese, so I'm going to continue pronouncing it the American way I do (moth-ee). Apparently a lot of people tend to pronounce it "masshii" or "maashii". He also says that it should probably actually be spelled "motty" (and that it used to be in the past), but for arbitrary reasons he's going by "mothy" instead. Not 100% sure of what to make of this but perhaps his "arbitrary reason" is that it stands for "master of the heavenly yard", which I believe is the reason given at present day.
2nd
-mothy finally begins discussing the making of Servant of Evil, which he essentially was motivated to do to capitalize on the positive reception for Daughter of Evil. There were a lot of people asking to see the perspective of the "blue", "green", and "red" characters, as well as those curious about the servant (or rather, lambasting him for being a "HetaLen", a pun which means "useless Len").
-He wound up focusing on Len for the song because he didn't have any other VOCALOIDS at the time.
-Looking back, he sort of wishes he'd used the word "princess" rather than "daughter" for Rin's song so it would match the title of "Servant" better.
4th
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-mothy uploads a remaster of Clockwork Lullaby onto Piapro, and responds to comments.
-Apparently mothy didn't share Servant's vsq because he had to mess with it so many times that if he did, it would not sound like the finished song at all.
-He addresses how people thought poorly of Len in his songs before Servant of Evil came out because, naturally, it looked like he just abandoned the princess to her fate.
Page 2
-more on Servant of Evil. He made it into a four-part composition (I think? I'm not familiar with this word but basically it's four distinct narrative pieces to the song) to contrast it with Daughter of Evil, saying it's a convenient model for story songs. He also wanted it to be understandable even if you haven't listened to Daughter of Evil. He also wanted to put the chorus in the opening of the song because that's what hit songs do? (again, sliiiightly confused with the musical terminology he's using). Girl of the Minature Garden is the only other song where he's done this.
-He also wanted to put in lines from Len everywhere.
-He went back and forth a little on the tone of the song. Originally, he conceived of the twin switch as having been Rin's idea, but eventually he went with it being Len's, to make it more of a tragic story than a dark one to better fit the melody he'd made.
7th
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-reply to comments. People are finding his posts on his songmaking interesting.
Page 2
-more on Servant of Evil. He began work on the song as soon as he had an idea of what he wanted to do (he also prefaces this by saying that he's by no means on expert on making lyrics and that he may have made mistakes in explaining it).
-So, basic lyric construction--opened with the chorus, introduced Len's relationship to the Princess. There's two meanings in Len saying he'll "even become evil", which we'll get to later. Len gets more explanation in this first section of the song, with his character background in the next stanza (with the "A" melody) and his mindset in the one after (the "B" melody, which was apparently half the length that it is now at first but this made it too hard to work lyrics in). Then back to the chorus.
-He was trying to make sure that everything was explained while using the bare minimum amount of detail.
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-Luka's release has been anounced. He's interested, but he also owns several VOCALOIDs at this point that he hasn't used yet, so he might hold off.
-Mothy replies to comments. Largely inconsequential, but he does laugh with someone over the fact that he wound up buying all the Japanese VOCALOIDs after only having the Kagamines for a while.
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-Back to Servant of Evil, getting on the second part of the song. He figures that since he said Len would "even become evil", he needed him to do something evil. It's at this point that he started trying to work in the parts he cut from Daughter of Evil, though he couldn't work in the bit with the glass bottle (where Allen kills Leonhart) due to syllable space. (note, this section follows the "A melody equals plot, B melody equals character mindset" pattern from the previous section).
-The "today's snack is brioche" line is to contrast Riliane's "Oh, it's teatime" line, and also reference what he'd learned about Marie Antoinette. And, it shows the main character, who is a servant, doing servant things.
-As a tangent, he brings up how little we know about the Miku character just going off those two songs--we don't know who she loved, whether she actually died or not, or if she was even human to begin with (basically teasing the Michaela reveals in Daughter of White, I think).
-He does state that like the princess and swordswoman, she is modeled after a character in a story, she is not a princess or high status, and she's not the miniature garden girl.
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-More news on when Servant be released on Karaoke, and sharing his remastered Servant of Evil and Wordplay.
-Replies to comments. Again I don't have context but I think he clarifies that some of his concepts on the Miku character that he just shared came about after the fact, but he was picturing a character from a different work when making her during the song's production.
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-Onto the third section for Servant of Evil, which he says was the most important and so took a lot of trial and error (the twin switch, of course). Eventually what he ended up doing was having the "A melody" section contain both the plot events AND Len's character psychology, and have the "B melody" section consist solely of dialogue. That way he could leave the characters' feelings during the switch up to the imagination of the listener.
-As a small note, Len is using honorifics when he tells the princess to run away wearing his clothes. mothy claims this was inspired by a nursery rhyme (in English it's often called, "The Other Day I Met A Bear"), where in the Japanese version at least the bear tells the girl to run with the same honorifics (despite that being uncharacteristic of a bear), which he liked, so he put it in here. I am not 100% sure I believe him.
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-mothy shares a remastered Regret Message
-he replies to comments. He's not sure what decides the release schedule for JOYSOUND's karaoke, he thinks it's due to song vote ranking. Apparently there are also people saying the "of evil" songs are their first VOCALOID songs, so that makes him happy.
-Again I don't have the original comment but I guess someone asked what the gender is (without specifying whose), so he confusedly replies that the princess is female, the servant is male, and he, mothy, is male.
-mothy makes clear that though he is incorporating a lot of fairytale knowledge into his work, it's not a result of research but rather his own childhood memories, as he read a lot of books when he was young.
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-Onto the fourth part of Servant of Evil. Here he repeats the lines from the ending of Daughter of Evil, but with an entirely new context behind them and some minor tweaks to match the new subject of the song.
-The first iteration of the chorus shows Len's determination, and this final one shows that he has accomplished his goal. The lines about how the princess ignores the crowd is the people talking in Daughter of Evil, and in Servant of Evil it's Rin talking. And, in general, when Len says "I will even become evil", that includes becoming the "Daughter of Evil" himself, in a sense.
-Basically just lots of repetitions but with the meaning changed.
-Mothy added on the bit with the music box after the song was done, as a final tearjerker.
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-Responding to comments. A lot of it is fans expressing their admiration which is sweet, but not really worth summarizing. Here's some tidbits though.
-Mothy used to use 私 a lot as his personal pronoun, but since he keeps getting mistaken for a woman he's started using 僕.
-The last line in Servant of Evil was meant to kind of bring out the servant's inner childishness.
-Mothy's first encounter with VOCALOID was before Miku was even released, and he was inspired to buy one after hearing a certain song on NicoNico (he may, or may not, explain this later).
-Though he tells a commenter to leave it up to their imagination, he does hint as to having plot reasons why Len's character was made a servant rather than a prince.
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-He goes in very briefly on the process of making Len sing the lyrics of Servant of Evil after he'd had them written. Apparently it was really hard. The Kagamines are apparently harder to work with than Miku, and Len moreso than Rin. There was a lot of trial and error involved--eventually he just settled on something and went to the tuning stage.
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-Mothy's other songs are now up for voting on JOYSOUND. He encourages people to give South North Story priority in the voting. He's also remastered Tale of Abandonment on a Moonlit Night, though it's not very different.
-Comment replies. Mothy is not very fast at making songs.
-He shares the website he got the stock sound effects for Servant of Evil, and tells someone that he's considering releasing CDs of his work.
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-(again discussing the production of Servant of Evil) MEANWHILE on Piapro, mothy got carried away chatting about the setting and backstory behind Daughter of Evil in the comments for it, apparently, because it was still getting attention. He finds that funny because then someone correctly guessed the twin switch, so he wound up having to be very noticeably vague and mysterious about it (in a complete 180 from his other comments) to avoid spoiling anything.
29th
-Luka is taking the community by storm, but mothy is making a song with MEIKO instead.
-he's been getting some questions about a collaboration with Asami(I think) Shimoda, but he refuses to comment.
-Other comment replies that I won't summarize because I don't have full context (nothing terribly important, mostly just being humble or asking for patience with his slow speed). Apparently one of the commenters spoke to him in English, though, which is interesting.
30th
-mothy finally finished Servant of Evil (he recounts having dubious impressions of it at the time, such as not being able to understand what's being said, worrying that it's too different from the tune of Daughter of Evil, and being a little moved by it himself.
-He uploaded it onto Piapro and recruited illustrators to make the PV.
#can't explain the feeling i'm getting reading these#internet was such a different place then#()mothy blog posts
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Lucifers VS Lucifers : Round 0
We're lucky to have very passionate submitters among us, so propaganda has to go under a readmore
Lucifenia : This is a joke entry but. listen. the name fits :P
It's the main setting for the Saga of Evil (Daughter of Evil, Servant of Evil, etc)
[edit i am skipping the first 500 years of history bc I'll be honest I do not care about them]
Was a Kingdom, had a selfish brat as its queen, which sparked a revolution (called Lucifenian revolution, lead by the Lucifenian resistance, oh look more possible candidates for this poll /j). Queen got overthrowned, Lucifenia got annexted to the nearby kingdom (whose King had helped with the revolution), but after little less than a century it gained indipendence again, this time as a republic. During this period it got hit by a string of murder cases caused by a criminal organization that had formed.
Two more centuries later, the country was starting to struggling and so joined with other nearby countries and they created the Union State of Evillious. I'll be honest I don't know much about this era, but something about zombie plague and civil unrest? The countries accousing each other of being the starting point of the zombie apocalypes? The eight century was Bad For Everyone. But don't worry! Year 999 brings Punishment (the apocalypse) and a new World (literally. I'm not sure on the details (this series is big and complex) but from what I understand it's a new dimension), so we don't need to worry about zombies anymore
Lucio : He has a complicated relationship with god. He's irresistibly attractive. He spends his days tormenting someone whose lost love shares his face by being a slut. Also, his true name, Helel ben Sahar comes from the original Hebrew term for the morning star Helel ben Shahar
#tournament polls#lucifers bracket#lucifenia#the evillious chronicles#evillious chronicles#lucio gbf#gbf lucio#granblue fantasy#daughter of evil#vocaloid#servant of evil#saga of evil#round 0
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Weekly Roundup: Prompts
FSN
Luvia Edelfelt/Emiya Shiro For some reason Luvia is one of the only women in fate Shiro isn't shipped with. I will fix this by force if necessary, but would rather just do this. threesomes are acceptable.
FGO
Penthesilea "I will literally murder you if you call me pretty" x Medb "I am horny for everyone that is heroic" I think they'd make a weird but cute couple
anyone done sakamoto ryouma / possessed ryouma? the idea haunts me. evil ryouma's hot. sfw or as nsfw as you like, i'm not picky, but it's nsfw in my heart.
smut, Caenis pounds Altera into the bed
Oryou and Ryoma are called Fujimaru parents while out. Oryou takes the rolled very seriously whiles Ryoma just laugh it off. But when Fujimaru asked them to be his parents both agree to do so right of the bat.
Izcalli and Tlaloc having straight yuri energy, maybe reminiscing their time back when he was king and the garden he loved. I just want more melancholic and nostalgic servant interactions. This can be romantic or not it is up to you.
I want Jinako to let slip one day the her parents died when she was young (we can assume it’s understood that she means “her” parents and not Ganesha’s parents) and Salieri hears this and just goes “Alright, guess I’m your new father now.” And she think he’s joking but he absolutely is not, she is his daughter now and that is final. Salieri was a father when he was alive, and he wrote about how much he loved his kids, so I just think it could be nice for Jinako to have a loving and supportive father figure. Also they both really like sweet things, and it’d be nice to see them bonding over it, especially since Salieri probably wouldn’t be judgey about Jinako having sweets. He can platonically co-parent with Parvati, Durga, and Kali
smut, Izo is allowed into Ryouma and Oryou’s relationship, as their cuck. And watches them have sex.
smut, After Takasugi is followed following the events of Guda6, he makes good on his dying wish to hook up with Okuni. She graciously accepts and the two fuck nasty. The flirtier and more intense things get before the bedroom the better. That's all.
Just finished lb4, can I get some Ganesha being unable to return to her shut-in lifestyle bc of the thousands of years she spent alone, and (character of your choice) helps make sure she knows she's not alone anymore?
"Wait, what do you [servant couple of writers choice] aren't married?" Cue all of chaldea arranging a wacky but personal wedding ceremony
smut, Castoria is Excalibur, right? Ergo, I want to see someone polish her (because she's literally a sword) (gone wrong) (gone sexual) (gone right)
Martha tells the Christians of Chaldea, along with anyone willing to listen, what sort of wacky shenanigans Jesus got up to. Apparently, one such thing was Jesus being so good at being a carpenter that anything he worked on could be considered an angel of heaven because of how well done the job was and not because he was the Son of God.
Izou gets some tender love and care and appreciation
smut, man idk i just want izo and oryou to spoil ryouma and give him a wildly fun and hot and tender night that leaves his face hurting from smiling, his ass hurting from taking them both, and everywhere else hurting from bites. man works so damn hard Please he needs a break and a nice fuck. also oryou and izo bonding over their love for this man is always 👌
smut, Any one/robin hood, but mlm is preferred! Robin with a praise and humiliation kink being showered with love and praise. I'd love to see his low self image and self defeating attitude be bludgeoned with love. ☺️❤️
Guda and Castoria kiss for the first time. It would be a great, intimate moment... except they quickly discover that Castoria has a barbed tongue like a cat. It doesn't have to be a dealbreaker, but I do want the fic to have an emphasis on how different (and slightly painful) that tongue feels compared to a normal one.
smut, All the artoria variants (except for lily ofc) have an orgy, bc that girl deserves some self love
CROSSOVER
Izo talks about stabbing a british guy who had a blue policebox with him and being scared off when he started shooting fire out of his arms and head as everyone listens on in horror as they realize that not only did he nearly permanently kill The Doctor from Doctor Who, but also that apparently The Doctor is a real person and was nearly killed by Izo of all people.
ANY
A perhaps annoying patron asks one half of a romantic couple (doesn't matter which canon or even if its canon) for a good time. What leaves after can no longer be identified
The backlog of unfilled prompts, framed like pets in an adoption center.
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labor
the pieces of the song "labour" by paris paloma that i've been seeing inspired this- in particular because of one of the lines. this is dark and i wrote it up in like, two hours last night and today, so 🤷🏻♀️ reader discretion advised? this is not particularly happy lol. also guy is just overtly evil in this. i don't even know that guy is this bad in-game but his vibe in the prologue is so intensely malevolent that well, here you go.
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You make me do too much labor.
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him-
So that he never lifts a finger.
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dream
It’s not an act of love if you make her-
You make me do too much labor.
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She had succumbed to it. What else was she meant to do? No one had really tried to stop it and from the beginning she’d been powerless. A helpless chick, that headmaster had said, then left her utterly alone and defenseless. The academy had been pretext, she figured. He’d always been content to let her slip away into that prince’s grasp, and so was everyone else. She’d hardly learned a thing in the time she’d been there, however short it was. Some excuse for an institution of learning.
In her memory, she could see the looks in their eyes. The discomfort. The irritation, sadness, confusion. That blue prince had apparently been disallowed from confrontation. The green one was allergic to it. The pink one was a spineless lapdog and the purple one couldn’t be bothered to focus on anything that wouldn’t fuck him. Fine. So he’d come along, declared her his, as though it was obvious and inevitable and everyone behaved as though that made sense.
After a point of time she’d resigned herself to it. Loved him, even, in her own strange way- he was rescuing her in a manner of speaking, keeping her safe from whatever other threats loomed outside, too many to count. If it hadn’t been him it would have been someone else eventually, he’d told her. There was no future where she was not a pawn. There was no timeline where she was not in possession by someone somewhere. Better the devil she knew than the one she didn’t, she told herself. More frequently she ran through that phrase in her head as the years passed.
A wedding came along. The festivities occurred, as did the honeymoon, and the assignment of royal duties- to what extent they were allowed when she wasn’t called to action as a magical battery of sorts, or ivory-towered away from prying eyes. She was either in or out of use. Like a vacuum- pulled from the closet for use but then left in the dark to collect dust. Now, she was of a bit more importance than that. Instrumental in our success to annex the realm, he’d told her. It was the closest he’d ever come to praise, so she tried to relish it.
Of course, that wasn’t to say her only uses were being siphoned off of for magic. No, being a queen came with more than that. The uses for her body were multifaceted. She’d given him a daughter first, much to her visceral dread. He’d been silent on the matter and she was disappointed but unsurprised by his aloofness. Not long after she gave him another. Then another. A prickling sort of anger bubbled under his surface- she could all but see it- but he stayed silent about it and continued to take and demand. She continued on as well, but with a gathering sense of something looming beneath her surface in dark, encroaching waves. Something she could not place. Something she was afraid of.
Did she try to say no? Of course. Sometimes. But that was the thing with Guy. No was not a word one could use around him. Could it be said, sure- but it would not be listened to. His magic being what it was made resistance futile. Every time in the early days when she would reject his demands or refuse to speak, he would push her under the weight of his magic and choke the resistance out of her by the sheer heaviness of it. She became exhausted by it and eventually she agreed with him. She was a pawn. It was inevitable. And she was tired- she was so tired.
But the feeling wouldn’t leave her. It grew more intense. So she carried on with it tucked inside her like a secret. On the battle front, as the last resistance fighters gathered on the Isle of Colde succumbed to the might of Avari, he kissed her senseless from the battleship and went to finish the war off with the excess of her power, more for show than necessity, leaving her limp in the cabin, slumped against the bed and breathing shallow. This kind of moment had happened a million times over years and she’d grown accustomed to the sensation of going weak. He drained everything out of her and left her to recuperate by falling into a restless half-awake slumber until her magic recovered enough to allow her to function again. But this time it felt different. That feeling.
At home, in Avari, she’d waved goodbye to them for what felt like the last time and she hoped it would be. Those three girls, those wide-eyed and red-eyed girls she’d never envisioned herself ever having, that she’d been terrified for every single moment since they’d been born- they stood in a line at the dock beside Jasper and their governess. The oldest looked older than her years. It unsettled her to see the hardness growing in that girl’s face before her time, but Avari did this to girls and did it quickly. The younger two had already begun to lose that softness and wonder. Whatever little glimmers of joy and hope for their futures had existed naturally inside of them were dwindling quickly. Sometimes she couldn’t remember if she’d ever felt that way. Earth felt so distant.
She sucked in a breath in the silence and tried to play through each step of her recuperation as she usually did when he took from her. A deep breath in and out. And again, and again, slowly and counting through it and feeling the traces of magic trickle back in like the slow bursting of water through a dam. A drip here became a stream and then she could feel the surge of magic through her chest again and she sighed in relief. Before arriving to Saligia she hadn’t been able to feel her latent magic, but being continually drained had given her a strong sense of it. The slightest change in levels and she could sense the way that it moved inside her body like a scale, forever trying to hold things even. But this time the scale inside her was weighted down and she swallowed hard at the sensation moving through her. Her throat burned. And it occurred to her that it was not silent.
There was screaming. Relentless screaming. She sat up with a start, nerves alight and shaking with panic. It was a constant, continual noise that seemed to be growing in intensity and made up of an endless number of voices. It was dizzying, the way it thrummed through her head in a pounding ache. She shuffled to the side of the bed and stood, wavering on her feet for a moment for a moment before stumbling across the room to shove aside the curtain covering one of the small porthole style windows. Before her, the sea was on fire. Ships capsized one after another. Their crews surfaced from underneath the water and were immediately caught into the flames, burning until there was nothing left to burn.
The door opened.
“Again.”
He strode across the room and caught her as he usually did, an iron grip to the small of her back and another to her chin. His face mashed into hers and for a moment she went limp as was custom and the flow of her magic into him began- until it stopped. He pulled back with his brows knit together in irritation and his lip curled in disgust. He’d not even picked up an aura.
“You haven’t recovered your magic. Prepare for me.” With that, he dropped her like deadweight and she crumpled to the floor as he turned to leave.
For a moment, she watched him. She closed her eyes then opened them again. He was gone.
She stood slowly and found that her strength had returned. She flexed her fingers experimentally and stared up and down along her arms. Somehow she felt fine. Much better than fine, in fact, better than she’d felt since long, long before she could now remember. The only thing that felt strange was that growing feeling of something underneath the surface about to crest, building up in her belly and rising into her throat, burning and choking until her eyes began to water. Each muscle fiber and ligament in her body felt distinct and strong but she felt full to bursting with some unnameable sensation. She found she was breathing in a rapid staccato.
In her memory, she could not recall grabbing one of the swords off of the wall, but did remember that she felt it acutely in her hand as she drove it through the back of his head and stuck him to the bow of the ship. She did recall the fact that she was glowing a brilliant gold and that the flames extinguished in one fell swoop like she’d merely blown out a candle. When the Avarian fleet had turned on her for her crime, she recalled- with no small amount of pleasure- bringing a wave down on them. What came next was again a blur of power that flowed through her endlessly, rage after rage after rage tumbling through her body hot like live coals. She assumed later that she was probably screaming the entire time given the way her throat burned in the aftermath.
She laid waste to the whole thing. The armies and the weapons, the towering monuments to power and the bureaucracy that built it, and somewhere at the bottom of the ocean between Avari and Colde laid the body of the man who’d declared a demigod a personal possession. She succumbed to the feeling. What else was there to do but reclaim? The fear she’d had, had been burned through and all that was left was incandescent rage and the pleasure of expressing it.
The freedom was something she felt later on. Afterward, months and months later, when she’d taken her place on the vacated throne of Avari and gathered her daughters around her. Afterward, when the miles of coiled anguish had begun to unroll themselves and she’d spent time remembering herself when she could, between her moments re-orienting the world and restoring what had been knocked off balance-... she felt free for the first time since she’d arrived to the realm. Her power had upset this world in the wrong hands, when it hadn’t belonged to her. Now it did.
Now it always would.
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Regret Message
This is the 3rd and final part of my Story of Evil song series. Hope you enjoy~
Part 1: Daughter of Evil
Part 2: Servant of Evil
TW: Yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, execution, slight gore mention (severed head), and angst (I added a comfort ending thpugh)
Songs to listen to while reading:
Regret message- Lizz Robinett, Mario GaGabriel, scezaria, tobimisa, m19 [kei]
Everything had gone downhill quickly. The kingdom was in shambles. The people were on the verge of revolting. The ongoing war had not only weakened the kingdom's army but had also made countless enemies among other nations. Enemies were closing in at all sides.
You had been preparing for this day for a few months now. You gathered any riches you could that people wouldn’t notice were missing. You packed rations and supplies in a bag that you could easily access as well. You hid your supplies in a hard to reach spot in the royal stables. The moment the opportunity presented itself, you could make your escape. You’d take a horse, load up all your supplies on their back, and ride away from this all.
In the back of your mind, there was a nagging question; What would happen to the twins? Surely they would be able to handle things on their own. Right? And why should they feel bad for them at all? They had kidnapped you and held you against your will! You tried to bring yourself to hate the two of them. To not care what would happen to them. But you couldn’t. A part of you had grown to care for the two. Damn Stockholm syndrome! You couldn’t help it. So you packed some more supplies for the other two and hid them in the stables.
Eventually, the day came. Leading from the front of such a violent mob, dressed head to toe in red, was a noble dame in armor coming for the princess’ head. This woman led a frenzied crowd, made up of citizens from this kingdom and the kingdoms of Blue and Green. They were angry from the many years of suffering in vain, allowing themselves to be swallowed in a wild rage over their mistreatment. The soldiers were far too tired from the long and violent war they had fought in that they didn't have the energy to even hold a sword. The angry mob reached the palace. Servants and nobles alike fled to escape the people’s wrath.
You had prepared for this, dressing yourself in servants clothes and draping a cloak around yourself. You rushed to Riliane’s side, knowing that Allen would be with her. You found her staring out the window, watching as the crowd charged into the palace grounds. You watched as Allen laid a cloak over her shoulders, which startled her out of her stupor. He pulled her into a tight hug and whispers “Come quickly change your clothing and go in my place. I will stay behind and wait as you make your escape.” Riliane wept in realization of what he meant, and Allen simply loosened the hug and wiped her tears away “It’ll be okay, I was born to live this day. Not a single soul will know that you got away. Except for one.” And he turns to you. You silently wept, knowing that he planned to sacrifice himself and that there was nothing you could do to persuade him to come with you. Wearing Riliane’s gown and letting his hair down, he looked just like her. Except for his expression. His eyes were so warm and his smile so comforting. He walked up to you and held your face, wiping your tears away, before pulling you into a hug. “Thank you…for everything you’ve done. But I must ask you for one more thing.” You simply nodded and hugged him tighter, knowing that any attempt to talk would simply lead to more tears. “Please…” he moved back to look you in the eyes “… take care of her for me.” Wiping your face with your sleeve and composing yourself, you simply mutter “I promise you… I’ll do what I can.” Allen breaks from the hug, giving you a kiss on the forehead and moving to do the same for Riliane. He starts to move towards the door, planning on meeting the crowd so you and Riliane have a chance to escape. You call out for him one last time. Clutching the prized jewelry, the one featuring the dove in flight, you pressed it into his palm and professed “Despite everything, I’m happy to have spent time with you. You are the brother I never had. May we meet again in another life.” Then you grabbed Riliane’s hand and led her away.
You brought her to the stables, quickly loading the packs of supplies on the back of a horse. You felt a tug on your sleeve as Riliane pointed at Josephine. You couldn’t take her, it would make things too obvious. But you wouldn’t let her risk losing another loved one in the chaos. So you opened the gate and let Josephine escape the stables. Then you helped Riliane onto the back of a horse and hopped on the back of another. You rode out of the palace together, the crowd being too preoccupied with breaking into the palace to pay any attention to either of you. You rode and rode, before reaching the place where you hid your savings. You used what you had to buy yourselves a room at an inn far enough away from the chaos, hiding the treasure and supplies where no one could find it.
You wanted to leave the kingdom as soon as possible, but Riliane refused. Word has reached her about Allen’s execution taking place at three that next day. She couldn’t just leave him to die alone. Despite doing everything in your power to convince her not to go, she refused to let her brother die without at least one person he loved by his side. You wanted to keep her from going, knowing that it wouldn’t be safe for either of you, but you couldn’t deny it either; it would feel wrong letting Allen die surrounded by people who hate him.
You donned yourselves in cloaks that hid your identities and made your way through the crowd, holding hands in order to not lose one another. You could see the guillotine looming high above. You could feel Riliane beside you freeze up. Squeezing her hand you patted it with your free hand. She gulped nervously and continued forward. You watched as Allen was led out, surrounded by guards and weighed down with chains. You both rushed through the crowd, forcing your way to the front where Allen could see you both. His head is forced into the lunette of the guillotine. Never laying eyes upon the people in the crowd, you watch as Allen stares at you both fondly. You notice a golden gleam in one hand and a clear bottle in the other
You and Riliane give him one final smile, hoping to show gratitude to his actions and give him some solace before the end
Whispering aloud their final sound, you hear a soft “Oh my, it’s tea time.” as he smiles at you both one last time
… The blade fell …
The bottle tinked against the cobblestones near Riliane’s feet. Tearing her gaze from the guillotine, she gently scooped up the bottle and wept. You watched as the golden jewelry slunk from Allen’s now limp hand.
You quickly pulled Riliane into a hug before escorting her away from the ghastly scene. You took her to a secluded alley where she could cry without raising suspicion and to keep her from seeing the executioners take her brother's head out of the basket. She’s seen enough. She doesn’t need to see that. She sobbed in your arms, cradling the bottle in her palms as her tears fell. You didn’t even notice as tears dripped from your own eyes.
You both rode out that night, taking all the possessions you had brought and moving as far from the kingdom as you could. You weren’t sure where to go, since you had never left the kingdom before, but Riliane recommended a spot: A town beside the sea. A place where she and her brother had visited so long ago.
She had one goal upon arriving at the town: She had to fulfill her brother’s wish. He had always fulfilled all of her’s. Now, it was up to her to fulfill one of his.
The two of you walked into the ocean, not caring about the salty waves lapping around your legs. As you waded further in, she told you the story of this place; “If you write a wish upon a paper and you place it into a glass bottle, and it’s washed away by the ocean, then someday there’s a chance it may just come true.”
Reaching a far enough spot out, you watch as she cradles the bottle close once more, pressing a kiss against the glass, before hurling it into the ocean. You both watch the bottle drift farther away, riding swiftly on the waves. It moved further and further away, gradually fading into the horizon. You reached down and grabbed Riliane’s hand, the two of you weeping as you watched the last part of Allen drift away.
You and Riliane ended up settling down in a nice cottage on the cliffside by that sea side town. You have a nice garden and enough access to seafood to keep you both well fed. Every evening, you both take a walk along the shore. You collect shells and sea glass to make crafts that you can sell for some extra cash and Riliane collects the bottles of people’s wishes and sends them back out to sea. You made a makeshift grave for Allen outside your home and Riliane planted a laburnum tree sapling over the grave. The cheerful yellow petals always reminded her of Allen’s cheery personality. For you, the tree is nice but not as impactful as the bird that often roosts on its branches and sings its lament; A pure white dove.
As time goes on, she opens up more about her past. She tells you about how she and Allen were separated. How they were forced to live separate lives before eventually being reunited, She laughs bittersweetly as she reminisces over the fun times they shared.
Riliane is no longer as possessive over you. All of her confidence and cockiness is gone. Her sin has taken everything she loves away from her. All except you. And she refuses to lose you. She does her best to shape up and be a better partner. She pulls her weight financially (doing what she can to make money by selling crafts and produce from the garden) and in the relationship (always having your back, willing to lend an ear and comfort you when you’re going through a rough patch, and actively working to overcome her past shortcomings). Despite not being as ‘yandere’ for you anymore, she’s still very dependent and clingy towards you. You are her rock. You saved her. You’ve helped her in more ways than she can list. You’ve always comforted her when she misses Allen. She loves you more than she ever did before. She couldn’t bear to lose you too.
Every year, on Allen’s birthday, the two of you go out to the ocean and each set a bottle out to sea. You never plan what wish you write on the inside but the two of you always end up matching; you hope that all three of you can be reunited in another life (under better circumstances than you had in this one).
Since I’m a sucker for a happy ending:
The sun shines gently over a field of wildflowers. The sound of a babbling brook is interrupted by the occasional splashes and euphoric giggles. Three figures can be seen frolicking about the meadow. Their flowing garments drenched in water and mud with flowers haphazardly woven into each other's hair. They wore crowns of flowers, the girl happy to bedeck her brother and her lover in the blooming circlets. They laughed and chatted, danced and sang. They told stories to one another of worlds that never were and of times that came before. They splashed each other in the stream and chased each other with handfuls of water. As night slowly creeps over the horizon, staining the sky in beautiful warm hues, the three link arms and make their way to a quaint cottage in the distance, still laughing as they go.
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Married to the Evil Wizard King - 02
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All things considered, Autumn didn’t mind living in a land bordering the kingdom of a Dark Wizard King. It was the sort of thing that you just eventually got used to. ‘Oh, have you heard that all of the sheep in the south pasture have been eaten by evil spirits? I hope the farmers don’t raise their prices again, I was hoping to cook some lamb for the pot roast…’ That sort of thing. People just couldn’t live in fear all of the time, and the Dark King had been part of the decor for a thousand years, after all. He was even somewhat predictable; war would be followed by anger, then a bride, then a period of peace, and then war again. Rinse and repeat.
But just because she could tolerate his existence, that didn’t mean that she wanted to be married to the man. Or eaten, or used in a dark magic ritual, or whatever it was that he did with the women sent to him.
“You must see this as a betrayal,” said her mother as she fussed uselessly with the fastening of her cloak. She kept opening and closing the brooch at her daughter’s throat as if the exact fold of the woollen cloth could change anything about what would happen next.
It was a nice brooch, as such things went. It was round, made of brass and engraved with the head of a stag, with a small ruby inset in between its antlers. Her sister Spring had given it to her for her birthday some years back, and now she wished that her mother would stop touching it. The only reason she was even wearing her cloak at all was because the summer had been a cold one, and that was because — well, because the wizard was angry. The one that she was due to marry.
They were assembled on the edge of the woods, shivering in the wind. All of her belongings had been packed, most of it discarded. She wouldn’t need much where she was going. In a few minutes, one of the servants of the king would appear and take her into the dark recesses of the trees. From there on they would allegedly make their way to the Wizard King’s castle, and then supposedly she would get to meet him. Or the creature would quickly and quietly slice her throat a few miles into the woods and bring up her heart for his master to eat. There was no way to know, really.
“Of course not,” she deadpanned. “All the little girls dream of being sacrificed to the Evil Wizard King.”
“All the smart little girls know that it’s a possibility, at least,” snapped back her mother. “Instead of daydreaming about algebra.”
“Geometry,” she muttered. “I daydream about geometry and I make beautiful sewing patterns.”
“Yes,” sighed the queen, suddenly deflating. “And we could have found you a nice husband just on the strength of that skill. But I’ve not chosen you for the Wizard King for your sewing patterns, child. And I’ve not chosen you because you’re an obedient, demure little thing. I’ve chosen you because you’re a handful.”
“Wow. Thank you, Mother.”
Far away, the rustle of an approaching carriage could be heard coming from the woods. There was no road here, nor even a path between the trees. Thorny bushes were packed so tight on the edge of the woods that one might mistake them for a solid wall from afar. But Autumn had heard that the trees of the cursed forest could move, and that once one of the king’s creatures approached, branches and trunks would simply spring apart to let them pass. It might have been an interesting sight to see on any other day, if it had not meant the prelude for her death. The queen grabbed her cloak tighter and spoke with urgency.
“No, listen to me, my daughter. You are the most willful woman I’ve ever met. We hired a bard for your birthday, and you bit him.”
“He knows what he did,” she hissed, wondering where her mother was going with this.
“We taught you embroidery, and you used the needles to stab the scullery maid.”
“She was an assassin sent to kill you!”
“We showed you poetry, and you turned to mathematics instead.”
“I studied both!,” she felt compelled to point out. She knew what the poetry was for, it wasn’t like she’d just ignored it altogether.
“My point,” continued her mother, “is that you have never listened to anyone in your life and you will not listen to the Wizard King now.”
Autumn felt her eyebrows rise in surprise. “You want me to die faster? Is that what you want? I thought the whole point — ostensibly — was for me to cajole him into a marriage.”
“You will die regardless,” retorted her mother, brutal as she’d always been. “Whether you secure the marriage or not, whether now or in ten years. The bastard has killed my husband, and he will kill my daughter. It cannot be avoided, and I won’t feed you some hogwash about how your sacrifice will save the rest of your people. You already know all of that. What I am telling you now, instead, is that when your death is inevitable, you don’t have to go easy. Give him hell. And secure the marriage before he kills you, if you can.”
The rustling grew louder.
“Understand that your father failed, ten years ago. I am under significant pressure from the other kingdoms to make up for that failure in any way possible. But if I am going to send anyone into a rat’s nest, then I will send a viper. Remember what I told you before. Do not give in to him.”
Autumn nodded. Her mother was referring to the only other conversation that they’d had on the subject of her sacrifice to the Evil King after it had been announced. The old woman had slipped into her bedroom after dusk to whisper urgently at her, as if the only real conversation she could have with her daughter had to be hidden in the dead of night, away from prying ears.
“Don’t let him touch you until your wedding night,” had been the brunt of her advice.
“Are we really still pretending that a marriage is going to happen?,” she’d spat, bruised and tired already at the thought of two months of trials and the reward of a certain death.
“You are about to enter a land where magic is real, and it has rules,” had cautioned her mother. “And one of the core rules of magic is that it works with what you give it. We are not pretending to the universe that a wedding will happen. We are telling it so.”
“Right. And as with any proper wedding, I have to go into it a proper maiden.”
“You haven’t been a proper maiden since you were of age,” had scorned her mother, and Autumn had felt her cheeks burn. The queen hadn’t been meant to know about the cook’s son. Or the viscount’s cousin. Or the knight(s).
“We are far past questions of propriety,” she had continued. “This is a matter of magic. Consumption is a powerful act. Once you eat of his land, you will belong to it. There is nothing we can do about that. You will be there for two months, and you have to feed yourself. But once you eat of him, you’ll belong to him, too. And you cannot allow that to happen before you’ve secured the wedding.”
“Right. Because…?”
“Because it involves a contract; and a contract signed on lands where the magic is alive and words become reality…” she had trailed off and raised her eyebrows meaningfully.
“… It will make his word unbreakable,” Autumn had breathed in realization. “You want me to make him swear us protection, out loud and on paper, during a sacred ceremony. While standing in a castle made out of magic. Shit. Okay.”
“Yes. And then I want you to seal the whole thing with the oldest, most powerful ritual at your disposal. I am not asking as your mother; I am asking as your queen. I want you to lure the Wizard King into a vow and to put the seal of your own body on it. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know,” she had told her mother honestly, mind reeling. “None of the other girls ever managed. But I can try.”
The fact that she might not even get the opportunity to try, or that she might not get a choice in the matter, had been such a clear evidence that neither of them had felt the need to point it out.
Her sisters had a different idea about things. The day after she had promised her mother that she wouldn’t spread her legs for the Wizard King until he’d wedded her in front of her whole family and kingdom, Summer and Winter had cornered her in the music room.
“You have to mount him the first chance you get,” had been their piece of advice.
It was a matter of magic, they had claimed, because all everyone ever wanted to talk about was magic. That, or sex. To be entirely honest, Autumn didn’t even know if sleeping with the Evil King was even a possibility in the first place. He had been alive for a thousand years! Maybe he wasn’t even human anymore, by now. Or he was really old.
In any case, Summer and Winter’s argument had been that if the Evil Wizard King was about to stake a claim on her, then her only option was to cut him off at the knees and stake a claim first. It would be a bold move, she had to admit. Like biting a cat that was about to bite you and then watching it try to process what had just happened. She might even have agreed with them, if it hadn’t been for the promise she’d just made her mother.
Still, it was an option to keep in the back pocket. Autumn liked having options. ‘Don’t die’ was an obvious one. ‘Stay a maiden’ might or might not be doable. ‘Mount the guy on his own evil wizard throne to make a point’ was terribly unsubtle, but at least she was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t see it coming.
As she stood on the edge of the forest waiting for her ride into hell to come and pick her up, Autumn reflected that this was probably not in any way, shape, or form what her mother meant when she said, ‘give the Dark King a hard time’. She tried to keep in a hysterical chuckle.
Hand in hand with Summer and Winter, she wished that their eldest sister, Spring, were here to say goodbye too. But she’d only recently given birth, and her husband (some chump of a duke) thought it too dangerous to bring their child near the forest. Never mind that the spirits hadn’t been seen for months. Never mind that she could have left the baby at home for a few minutes. Never mind that she would never see Autumn again, and that her child would never have the chance to meet his aunt now.
Never mind that Autumn was almost certainly going to die. But at least she would die with her head held high, after having given her best shot at securing a wedding vow out of the most evil man on the planet.
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A Wish is a Dream your Heart makes
Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Cinderella!reader
Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Cinderella!reader, stepmother, stepsisters, Margaret (fairy godmother), Adam (carriage driver), Lucifer (the cat), Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Sam “Merlin” Wells
Warnings: Cinderella AU, this is crack, a sort of Cinderella retelling, friends to lovers, evil stepsisters and stepmother, Hollywood the royal servant, Wolfman is an adorable dumbass, reader and Leonard have been friends for years, stepmother is a greedy and cruel woman, reader and Leonard are friends
Word Count: 3,852
A/N: Iceman and Slider are hidden in the crowd (not mentioned but I imagined them in the ballroom). Maverick and Goose were not invited because of some pranks they played on the king in the past (also not mentioned)
Top Gun: Disney AU
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“But they have dresses,” you point out to the woman you are to call stepmother.
She nods, “so it seems you are correct.” The wheels are turning in her head, scaring you.
Maybe informing of her dress, she will be more inclined to bring you along. “I have a dress and everything. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.”
“That would be true if your dress didn’t have a tear.”
You furrow your brows, “where?” You look down, wondering how you could have missed something that could potentially damage your nonexistent reputation.
“Why here,” she tugs down at the side of your dress skirt. “Of course.”
You attempt to step away from her, only for her to further ruin the dress. “Stop it.”
“How can I? You missed such a simple mistake. I only want you to right your wrong, dear.”
“No, stop it. Sisters, please?”
The youngest joins in, tearing at your right sleeve.
“No. No,” you cry out. “Why are you doing this?”
Your stepmother grasps your wrist, pulling you closer. “You must learn,” she leans down, less than seven inches between your faces. “You are not going to capture the prince’s attention. My daughters will. His fortune will be ours, not yours. We deserve it, not you.”
The eldest sister steps forward. “Mother, it’s time.” She was never one for conflict, but also never tried to help you. It was always hard to figure out which one was worse.
Your stepmother smiles, pulling away from you entirely. “You’re right, dear. Let’s go.”
Your stepsisters exit your home, heading towards the carriage.
She turns to you with a sinister smile, one she always directed towards you. “Be sure to finish the kitchen before we return home. You know where your cleaning supplies are, Cinder.” She throws her head back and laughs all the way towards the carriage.
Your nose burns, vision becoming blurry as you stare at the door.
You rush through the hallways and out the back door, not at all listening or paying attention to the other servants who also work for your stepmother.
-
You find yourself sitting on the bench, next to the tree your father loved before his sickness took him from you last year; letting the tears drip down your cheeks, under your chin where they fell into the front of your dress.
Someone’s shoes clacking against the stone walkway alert you.
You wipe your cheeks and chin but still find yourself crying.
They place a large coat over your shoulders, you hadn’t paid too much attention to the weather when you ran outside to realize it’s cold. “Don’t waste your tears on that woman.”
You lift your head and find, Margaret, the head servant who also happens to be your stepmother’s maid. “I know she doesn’t but,” you sigh, lifting a piece of the torn fabric. “Look at what they did to your dress.”
“Don’t worry about that now, dear.”
“How could I not? You were so kind as to lend me-”
“This dress is yours. I haven’t been able to fit into it for a long time now,” she jokes, gaining a chuckle from you. “Look at that, there’s that gorgeous smile.” She wipes your damp, tear-stained cheeks. “I’m going to help you.”
“How? You only had one dress hidden away so stepmother wouldn’t find it. And, we don’t have nearly enough time to fix or make a new dress. I may as well start on-”
“No, no. We are not going to use that negative mindset that wretched old woman has brought within this home. I have a secret your stepmother or sisters don’t know.”
Your brows furrow in confusion. “Like what?”
Margaret leans in and whispers, “magic.”
“No really.”
She sighs, walking closer towards the tree, “why does no one believe me?”
You push yourself off the bench, tugging the coat closer to you not wanting any of the cold air to touch your skin. You turn the corner but don’t find her. “Where-”
“Turn around dear.”
You spin around and find her in an entirely different outfit than the one she was in a few moments ago. “How-”
“Like I said, magic. Only those are special enough to have a fairy godmother and you are one of them.”
“I am?”
She nods, a proud smile stretching across her lips. “You are. Do you want to go to the Prince’s Christmas ball?”
“I do,” you quickly answer her. “You know I do. I would- all I want to do is go out there and dance. Hopefully say hello to a few friendly faces.”
She grips your chin, “I know you do.” She waves her free hand with the wand you never saw until the sparkle and yellow glow with bits of glitter blind you for a few seconds.
You look down and find yourself in the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen, neither one of your stepsisters’ dresses could compare (and they always made sure they had the best of the best). “Oh, Margaret it’s- it’s beautiful.” You glance back at her, “how- how did you-”
“Like I said,” she raises the wand for you to see. “Magic.”
The smile slowly disappears from your lips. “How am I going to get to the ball?”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. Everything’s already been taken care of.” She wraps her arm around the back of your shoulder’s, guiding you towards the front of the house.
You blink owlishly, wondering if everything that’s happened within the last ten minutes is real or not.
-
“This is your ride to and from the ball with Adam as your driver.”
“The stray cat?”
“The person, you know who it is. He was recently hired to help in the kitchen a few months ago, your stepmother’s request as you know we all were.”
“Okay.” You enter the carriage with the help of Adam.
“Oh,” Margaret slaps her hand against the door. “One more thing, you have until midnight.”
“Midnight?”
“At the stroke of midnight all of this that I so graciously put together will be gone. I have magic but not enough to keep your night going, it takes a lot of energy, you know. First, we did the dress. Then the carriage and getting everyone to help you while looking like royalty.”
“Okay, midnight.”
“Good, now that you’ve been warned. Have fun. I imagine you’ll catch the eye of many potential suitors.”
You stare at the floor, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, you will. You have yet to find out how special you really are, my dear.” She watches as you leave your driveway. “The rest is up to you Rick.”
The plan is set in motion.
-
The carriage pulls you away from her and off to where you’ve only dreamed of dancing a handful of times (definitely more than a handful but who’s counting?) over the last year.
Stepmother never allowed you outside after your father died, leaving your friends with no way to contact you.
The carriage stops, your nerves are teeter tottering over the edge, your heartbeat is faster than normal, much faster than you have ever thought it could be.
Thankfully, the door opens revealing Adam; he holds his hand out for you.
You accept the assistance and nod, being sure to thank him (something no one else does other than the other servants).
-
You enter by yourself since you’ll be the one dancing and not for very long with the whole “ends at midnight” situation.
“So many stairs,” you mutter, walking what you hope is the last staircase before entering the ball room. ‘It’s been so long,’ you think. The faint sound of a Christmas song brings a slight sense of nostalgia and a sadness to your heart.
You can remember how your mother would play the piano while your father helped you decorate the tree since she “didn’t have the right taste”, when you were four.
Another heartwarming memory comes to mind, the year after you mother passed, you and your father sit by one another, listening to the crackle of the fire with the feeling that your mother is there, playing her favorite Christmas tune.
A shuddered breath escapes you; you wipe away your tears before they could fall and ruin your makeup.
The doors open and your blinded for a moment. The bright and colorful lights are everywhere to help brighten the room, making it look absolutely- “amazing.”
“Isn’t it?”
You nod until you realize someone’s beside you. It feels as though you’ve jumped ten feet in the air when in reality, it was only a hard flinch. You turn and curtsey before you could see their face.
“That’s not necessary.”
You straighten your posture and find the prince in front of you. ‘He’s here.’ “I apologize then.”
He smiles, nodding once. “Would you care to dance?”
You hum, pretending to think about it. “Not yet.”
“Really? I thought people who came to these kinds of events were here to dance.”
“Ah,” you start to walk away, finding him to be just interesting as he was when you last saw him.
“What was that?” He asks, you can hear the smile dancing across his lips.
“Nothing,” you shrug, “you just seem to think that I’m still like the others.”
“I remember now that you aren’t.” He stops in front of you.
“And how would you know that when you’ve only just met me?” You tease him, reminding him of when you two first met.
“I’m getting a… feeling.”
“A feeling?”
He nods, “yes, a feeling. Why? You don’t believe me?”
“I never said that.”
One of the royal servants walks up to the prince, whispering in his ear before leaving.
He turns towards you with a guilty expression.
“It’s alright, I understand. One’s job is never done, right?”
“Right. Save a dance for me?”
“You have my word.” A slight bitter taste is on your tongue at the thought of him dancing with his someone who... isn’t you. ‘Is this what he felt when it was I who had to dance?’
He opens his mouth to say more when he is dragged away.
You watch as he makes his way towards his father who announces that this ball is for his son to find a wife and of course your stepsisters are first and second in line to dance with him although it looks like his attention is drawn elsewhere.
With a heavy heart, you walk down the nearest hallway, hoping that it doesn’t lead anywhere you’re not supposed to be. You remember hearing that the king was having renovations done to the castle, hopefully no hallways were added.
-
Leonard calls for his buddy and servant, Rick, Hollywood to a selected few.
Once his buddy takes his place, he rushes down the same way he saw you enter.
-
You rest your hands against the railing, staring up at the stars, wondering how you can make your night last longer.
“There you are.”
You gasp, surprised there was someone else here. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
“No.”
He stands beside you, eyes lowered staring at his hands, peeking over at you every so often. “Would you,” he clears his throat, “would care to dance?”
“Here?”
“Yes, it gives me the opportunity to see if you are wife material or not.”
You raise your brows and smile, “does it now?”
He nods, pushing himself off the railing. “Care to see to that challenge?”
“Why not?” This reminds you of a simpler time.
He holds his hand out for you to take, you accept in a more graceful manner than the other girls did, which he appreciates (more than you could know).
You feel as though you could spend hours dancing with him, this is what you’ve always dreamed about... if only the universe was on your side.
The clock chiming doesn’t click in your mind until the fifth chime.
Your eyes widen as you pull away from the man who has begun to re-win your heart. “I must go.” You bunch the skirt in your clenched fists and run down the hallway connected to the balcony.
He can’t let you go and does the one thing a love interest can do in these kinds of situations and chases after you. “Wait! Wait!”
You grip the top of the staircase railing.
He spins you around, “you have to leave now? Can’t you stay for a little while longer?”
“I’m afraid I cannot. I have to be elsewhere.”
“But- please,” he begs.
You remove his hand from your arm and race down the stairs. Your grip becomes tighter after you trip, stopping yourself from falling only to lose your slipper.
You can’t stop now, can’t let him see the torn dress or how bad your hair looks. You imagined him to be the kind of person who wouldn’t care but... your stepmother has brought on these negative thoughts.
-
“Wait! Ella! I don’t-” He jumps down from the second to last stair and finds your carriage speeding off into the distance.
His shoulders slump at the sight of you, staring out the window behind you looking as sad as can be.
His buddy, Rick stands beside him. “You found her and lost her?”
He nods. “But I do have her slipper. Maybe I can go around and ask for the women in the nearest town to try it on?”
Rick blinks once. “How am I friends with an idiot?”
“I take offense to that.”
“I hope so, it just means the king didn’t pay for nearly as studious tutors as he thought.”
“We both know you dragged me out of there whenever Archibald came over.”
“And he would make us do an essay every time.”
“Why isn’t my idea a good one?” Leonard asks.
“Because,” Rick slaps his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “My naive friend, we could check the bottom of her shoe or the guest list.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Come on.” He grabs the slipper off the ground and checks the bottom of the shoe to find Margaret's hidden message, “you know where to go, beware of the stepsisters.”
“And this,” Rick smirks. “This is your ticket to your happily ever after.”
“Yeah,” Leonard nods without listening to what he said. He stops and glances over at his buddy, “wait- really?”
“Yep, but we’ll start tomorrow or later today since it is midnight.”
“Are you lying?”
“What?” Rick throws his head back and laughs. “Why do you think I’m lying, man?”
He raises a brow.
“Alright, alright. I get it but I’m being one hundred percent completely honest with you.”
“Fine.”
They make it to the top of the stairs.
“Oh,” the prince turns back to face his friend, “send all of the ladies home.”
The smile falls from Rick’s face. “What?”
“Yeah, send ‘em all home. I’ve found my happy ending.”
“Oh, come on.” He walks away, aiming for the hallway no one besides the two use. “Charming!” Rick throws his hands up, using the nickname reserved for when his friend makes the most annoying and tiring requests. “Charming, come on.”
-
There’s a knock on the door, you don’t stop sweeping as per your stepmothers request of, she being the only one to answer the door.
“Oh my!” She exclaims, alerting your stepsisters.
“What is it, mother?” asks the youngest.
“Someone from the royal family has arrived. Oh, he’s chosen one of you to be his bride and- oh my- his fortune will be ours.” She turns, glaring at you. “You have some cleaning to do upstairs. In your room. Its filthy.”
You don’t try and argue with her, not wanting to feel her wrath this evening and begun your journey up the stairs.
-
You sit in the specially designed seat your father had built for you as a child and stare out the window only for a furball to jump into your lap. You smile, petting Lucifer’s soft black fur. “How could they say you were a harmful cat? Hm? You don’t see that bad to me.”
He lifts his head, staring at you with his jade green eyes, letting out a quiet meow.
Tink!
You furrow your brows.
Tink!
“Where is that-” Your eyes widen at the sight of the prince- Leonard.
Lucifer hops off your lap, preferring to nap on your bed instead.
You open your window, smiling down at him. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to find you!”
You shush him. “You must be quiet; my stepmother is downstairs talking to-”
“Rick! Yes, he’s a distraction.”
“A distraction?”
He nods.
“How do you expect me to get down without alerting anyone?”
He stops, “good question.” Leonard looks back up.
“And do not think of asking me to jump down into your arms, Leo.”
“Ah, so you do remember me?”
“How could I not? We’ve technically known each other for almost all of our lives. When did you realize who I was?”
“When we danced at the ball but more so when were arrived outside your house.”
“Of course, you did. But why are you here?”
“I’ve come to realize you are the one I will marry.”
“Will?” You giggle, he hears it and smiles even wider than he did earlier.
“Yes,” he nods. “We will live out our childhood dream and get married.”
“I believe that was your dream.”
“No, if you could recall-”
“I went along with the game. Now, find something for me to use so I can come down safely.”
“If you look to your right, there’s now a ladder in place for you to climb down.”
“Good, I’ll be down shortly.”
You rush around the room, packing two bags, one with sentimental items you know your stepmother will ruin once she finds out that you’ve left and the other one for Lucifer.
-
“You didn’t need to pack your bags. I could have-”
“I don’t trust the woman I am to call stepmother. I was lucky to have left home and make it to the ball before the night ended.”
His brows knit together in confusion, “did she never let you outside?”
“I wasn’t a daughter to her; I was another servant.”
Now he feels bad. “Why didn’t you leave sooner?”
“And go where?”
“You could have come to me. I haven’t seen you since your father died last year. I didn’t even see you at his funeral-” the look on your face tells him all he needs to hear. “She didn’t.”
“She did,” you confirm his awful theory.
“Well now, you’ll be away from wretched woman.”
You abruptly stop, hand on his forearm. “You were serious about the marriage?”
He nods, “I am.”
“Are you sure you’d want to marry me? We haven’t spoken to one another for quite some time and who’s to say we will be good together?”
He’s taking a big leap here. “Because we have a special bond. We’re talking as if nothing’s happened. I know we will be good together because…”
“Because?”
“I…”
“Are you feeling alright?”
“I have loved you since we were children, and I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else that wasn’t you!” He spits out.
“Oh,” your brows reach your forehead, eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh?” He repeats.
“Yes, “oh?” What else do you want me to say? You caught me off guard and I had no idea how to properly respond other than I have had feelings for you for as long as I could remember and dancing with you just- it made me realize how much I care about you…”
“As in, you feel same way I do, or you want to just be friends?”
“What do you think? Do you think I’d escape my room on a ladder I didn’t know was secure or not for anyone?”
“No,” he smirks. “But I need to hear you say it.”
“I… have very strong feelings for you.”
“Three words.”
“I like you.”
“Different L word.”
“I loathe you.”
“Nicer L word.”
You take a deep breath, “I love you.”
“Good. Now,” he grabs your hand. “We have to go tell father.”
“What? Now?”
He opens the carriage door, letting you take your time getting in. “Yes, now. One second, excuse me.” He sticks his head out the window and whistles for Rick. “Technically were already engaged but your stepmother stopped it from happening and now that I am aware of this, I know what I must do, and we can be together without having to worry about them.”
You scoff, “that’s why she kept saying that.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. I’m just- I’m happy to be out of there.” The bag on your chest moves. “Oh! Lucifer, I’m sorry. Come on, out we go.”
He sits in your lap, eyes wandering, taking in all the new sights. “You have a cat,” he says in awe. He remembers you two always wanted to get a cat, but it was never the right time.
“Yes, his name is Lucifer.”
“Make sure to keep him near the dining hall.”
“Why?” You ask extending the word.
“Merlin pissed me off.”
“My, my, the prince cursing, what a scandal.”
“You won’t be so surprised about it later.”
You huff at his insinuation, petting your fluffy boys head, in the spot right between his ears.
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Your wedding was already planned out with minor changes from the both of you; you both wanted there to be something each of you picked out and/ or wanted.
His father had no objections to Leonard marrying you, in fact, he tried to get you two to elope but knew it wasn’t appropriate.
“How does it feel to be the very thing you should have been years ago, wife?”
You hum, turning to him. “And, what’s that husband?”
“A princess… married to a handsome prince.”
A teasing smile tugs at your lips. “Let me know when one arrives.”
“You wound me, darling.”
“You know I’m only playing with you.”
“I do.” He lets Lucifer settle in the space between your empty dishes. “I’m happy we found each other that night.” Even if it was a mere few months ago.
“Yeah?”
He stares at you and nods, a wide smile dancing across his lips. “You know I can’t lie to you.”
You rest your head against his shoulder. “How can you be so sweet?”
“Because Merlin is currently seeing the doctor so he can get his allergies under control.”
You smack his shoulder.
“Don’t be like that darling. It’s a joke, I’m joking.” He scoots closer to you, “you know how happy I am to have found my hea.”
“Hea?”
“Happily, ever after.”
He notices the look you’re giving him. “… Rick said it.”
“Okay. Whatever you say, Leo.”
An offended noise escapes his open mouth, “he did!”
“And I believe you.”
He grumbles, pulling Lucifer into his lap.
You smile and peck his cheek.
He puts on a show, making it seem like he isn’t going to smile but loses.
How could he not smile when he’s married the one who almost got away but managed to find your way back to him.
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my one big gripe with the owl house will always be what they did with the blight parents. they built them up in amity’s flashback and the first episode they appear in as a couple on equal standing with each other, whose abusiveness manifests in different but equally malicious ways. who terrorize their kids because they care about their company more than their children and parade them like status symbols. and even alador, the less active parent, can stop Odalia’s abuse at any time because they’re EQUAL in their partnership but doesn’t bother because he either doesn’t care what she’s doing or they’re working together to do it.
even in the episode centering around alador, they never show any indication that odalia is forcing his hand, or even that he’s against odalia’s decisions at all. at most they show he hasn’t talked to his children in like 10 years and doesn’t know or care what they want until amity shows potential in abominations, which alador then cares about. (the twins show magical potential in that episode too, and he still didn’t care btw.) even then they reinforce the fact that alador can stop odalia’s abuse at any time by promising to talk to her about amity’s hair in a way that implies he’s confident odalia will listen. he never promises amity that he’ll talk to odalia about her not wanting to join a coven. and later we find out odalia is still able to ground the blight kids and break amity’s belongings without any mention of resistance from alador.
and then in all of a sudden they retcon these two to the Evil Woman and her battered, terrified husband who’s been Protecting The Kids All Along by... not wanting anything to do with them and twiddling his thumbs and sometimes helping as his wife tormented them? but don’t worry! he’s Good Now! because odalia is actively (and maybe knowingly) helping belos with genocide in a plan that makes absolutely no sense, even though the last time we saw her, she and her husband were in a tense standing with belos for “building their own private army.” but yeah, i guess belos just let her in on secrets only the coven heads knew. they gotta get the audience to hate odalia enough so they think alador’s new backstory makes sense.
and according to the fandom, belos take her sigil off even though there no evidence it can be taken off and though hes REALLY intent on killing everything on the isles, including the children, a grimwalker who had no magic to threaten him with, and also his most loyal servants! because like kikimora, terra snapdragon, and lilith clawthorne and even amity blight in some circles, this is an Irredeemable Evil Woman who does Evil Things and who cares if it makes sense she’s Evil and thats what matters!
and now i guess alador’s the perfect dad now. he and amity have to reconnect after the years of not talking to his own kids that his Evil Wife forced him into. and odalia is actively trying to get her husband and daughter killed now i guess, because even her previous reason of helping belos to secure wealth and status for her kids isn’t flimsy enough. and yeah they’re the exact trope of the irredeemable domestic abuser husband and the battered wife who never protected the kids but at the end turns out to Care About Them All Along and just couldn’t do anything because she was oh so terrified of her husband. except they didn’t even build it up. they built up a different much more interesting dynamic before they flushed it down the toilet to make it this dynamic. oh but the genders are swapped which makes it Subversive therefore Progressive therefore Good, i guess. i’m gonna need to write so many retcons for this mess.
#toh#the owl house#shut up pandora#<<< btw if you copy this tag im gonna block you#its happened before and i will say preemptively this is for me to indicate im rambling not for you to copy for the lols#odalia blight#alador blight#grumping#odalador#i guess?#there is no narrative coherence in retconning alador to be abused by odalia all along#there is only shitty shock value#and the fandom is especially annoying about it so i hate it even more#im an odalia has more depth than that truther#and i think she should be evil but she should also make sense#like if you didnt have enough episodes to write a blight parents divorce arc then dont write a blight parents divorce arc#i assume they needed alador to be where he was at the end of kings tide for season 3#but literally just have king tell both blight parents whats up#and have odalia not believe him which then leads to the conflict between her and alador#make it between odalias blind loyalty to belos after a lifetime of religious cult propaganda#and aladors increasing value in his childrens opinions he got in his last episode#and in the end odalia chooses her belief in the institution over her family and disappears to wherever SHE needs to be for season 3#without any of the retconning of the blights relationship#it even plays into the theme of religious abuse better#and also have alador be less suspicious of what belos is doing#babygirl if youre the only one suspicious at all the abomatons the emperor is ordering and your wife and everyone else is fine with it#im sorry to say...the writers dropped that on you by plot convenience#like make it fully a thing of the blight parents choosing to believe their kids over the government#and not 'alador is already suspicious of belos and then a random scout (king) tells him whats up to seal the deal'#otherwise the episode has good writing but this part makes it so bad for me hhhhhhhhh
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(I might as well also yap about my hcs, ocs and aus)
Jack definitely loves anything Sonic related. I like to think that all of the listeners are related because I blame Faust/jk with his line of "I'm the world's hottest neet, am i?"(which reminded of an anime that then inspired my whole ideas for the listeners known as the Fowler Family). I swear though, my most favorite aus that I have are my Evillilous Voices au, Mlp yv au and, my DDMC: Garden of [Koe]. On the topic of my mlp au; which pony species(mlp species in general) are the yv-boys? For me, Charlie(Cheesy Wheels) is a pegasus cuz he's a flighty little guy. Lucien is a favorite of mine because, hehehe religion and how far/demonic I can make his intentions or design(tho only for my DDMC au).
Now about my ocs, Star is my favorite one because his only mission(that he ga e himself) is to make Faust happy and laugh. Casper is also my favorite one because her scars on her face are from when she got the knife she used to slash Charlie's tiers(Bar fight). Buddy and Jack for in the beginning, when first meeting each were similar to Sonic and Shadow(cuz give the funny and sunny blue guy a dark and nighttime based lover).
Ensue Cecil (Ev!Caper) flirting with Charlie
I just love my Evillilous Voices au to bits and pieces, I really want you to listen to the series itself that inspired this au called: Evillilous Chronicles(most popularly known for the songs "Servant of Evil" and "Daughter of Evil" the two pride acts in the series). I just like to entertain the thought that if the og universe where to meet my ev au of them it would kind of go like this:
Charlie: So, you're another me?? But you somehow can't,,sleep?
Charles Klein: But now I can, I am now the 'sleeping' prince.
Ensue Cecil(Ev!Caper) flirting with Charlie(a lot and it's all salacious stuff).
Funny meme for this au; Baby snacher Finn(what?? Lore?? In this funny silly meme???? Nooo wayy)
『Sorry if this is way too long or too self-indulgent of me to share my aus—』
Oooo I really gotta listen to those songs about this Au bc it's intresting!
Also.mlp au is intresting I wonder how the boys pony marks would look like! Also my take:
Pegasus: Alphonse and Jack
Earth pony: Seth, Finn, and Charlie
Unicorn: Faust, Auron, and Lucien
Honestly I could go into dept about the map au for yv boys...
Also your OCs sound so intresting!!
#red rants#yuurivoice#ALSO I LOVE DAUGHTER OF EVIL#that song is my JAM#mlp au for the yv boys would be intresting!
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