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pencilofawesomeness · 10 months
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Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.
“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”
Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”
“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”
Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 
Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 
Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 
He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 
It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 
“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”
He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 
“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”
Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”
Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 
The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 
Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 
“You don’t get to decide that.”
Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 
“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 
Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 
A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 
The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 
“JELLAL!” 
Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 
“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 
But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”
“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 
Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 
“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 
“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”
Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 
In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 
“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”
Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”
“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 
“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”
The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.
“It will never change that I was her pawn!”
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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years
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While Al/Grabber isn't above hurting the Reader, obviously, but in a hypothetical, would he be genuinely enraged at the idea of someone else harming her? He has HIS reasons for doing so, but how dare anyone else hurt her kind of way?
Oh yeah no, he would be pissed as hell. Poor example because I’m tired, but it’s kind of like how siblings act where they’re all “only I can make fun of them” sort of thing. He can beat Reader within an inch of her life, but god forbid someone else harms her.
I think it goes along with the possessiveness he has over her. Frankly, it gets to disturbing levels of “no one else can touch her” to even “no one else can have a relationship with her.” Like it comes to a point where even Lori is a threat, since they have such a strong bond and relationship that Al will never hope to reach.
Also, let’s be honest, he’s got such a fucked up way of seeing their relationship that I think he legitimately doesn’t like seeing her hurting unless it’s by his hand (and even then, he gets weird about it by using the masks to try and deflect having done anything to her). He’s the kind of guy to slap you, kiss the spot and apologize, and then get unreasonably upset if someone did the same thing.
So yeah, he’s extremely possessive and would go hog wild if someone else hurt Y/N, because only he’s allowed to do that. Why should he let someone else mess with what’s his?
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okay but its super sweet of sarah to indulge his delusions
or is it????
well her taking pictures of him adorable
i'm not crying
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seldompathic · 4 months
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If bro smiles through tears in episode 1 of S3 I'm gonna fold like a lawn chair
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chipistrate · 9 months
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The Wizards Favorite Apprentice
One more piece before the countdown 2 Ruin, this time featuring my favorite little dude; Gregory(fucked up edition)<3
RBs appreciated!
Also I hope you don't mind the tag but LOOK!!! THE LITTLE DUDE!!!!!!!! @astro-inthestars
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bibluebutterfly · 2 years
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Okay but can we have a shout out to this guy? Like this man goes through the absolute ringer for the Goetia Family.
From being literally thrown
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To having the life squeezed out of him
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I mean just look at him
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Just… this poor guy. The devil works hard but he works harder. At least his home life seems relatively stable. That’s the only thing that brings me comfort
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In other words; let’s have more appreciation for severely underrated character.
EDIT: a lot of people have been saying that the imp bringing Stolas the absinthe isn’t the same one that I am talking about. After another look, I can conclude… this is true. Oops. Sorry everyone :(
I took that imp out, but let’s have respect for him as well considering he was also tossed under the bus.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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maybe i'm a bitch but if i hear you go out of your way to judge someone's weight, i immediately lose trust in you & will probably forever find you a little unbearable . yes also the little floating bar over my head will start reading [hostile]. this is natural and u caused it.
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tina-rocket · 1 year
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You know a character is beyond messed up when 'gay and homophobic' doesn't even make the top 5 reasons they need therapy
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angel-bitch-boy · 6 months
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How you mentally ill queers are rn:
Me: *stands on stage and taps mic* Ya'll: ????? Me: Cannibalism Ya'll: YEAH WOOOOO I AGREE WITH THAT!
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shawnaise · 2 months
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ok no way henry just told shawn that he never should’ve come back to santa barbara. that is an UNBELIEVABLE thing to say to your child; especially when he’s just made a decision that could cost him his livelihood. a parent should be in your corner no matter what, but especially when you make a mistake. but henry is only angry; like he always is. and shawn thinks he deserves it. he really thinks he deserves it.
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ferdieinceladoncity · 4 months
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OWEN THOUGHT SHE WAS STILL ALIVE HE NEVER EVEN KNEW SHE DIED HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW. THAT AS HE WAS FACING DEATH SHE WAS DOING THE SAME. THEY DIED TOGETHER AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW AND I DON'T KNOW WETHER THAT'S A GOOD THING OR A BAD THING BUT IT'S FUCKED! FOR SURE! I need to eat the blades off my ceiling fan
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moeblob · 3 months
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Asmodeus♡ is my new farmer and his farm is literally named "The Damned" and he's super stupid and signed up to farm and commit murder in the mines. He somehow is a fisherman. He's not happy about it. Also, the heart is truly in his name. That's him, your honor. Asmodeus♡.
(it's even funnier when that's how it shows up in the pause menu, the heart outline. and yet. when people address him. it's Asmodeus♥ with a pink filled heart. Everyone looks like they're down bad for him while telling him to go away.)
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blonde-and-cat-suc · 4 months
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Catra being anxious and having panic attacks over the bad things she did is actually counter productive to any hypothetical scenario where she is self reflecting and/or receiving constructive criticism.
Her potentially having crippling anxiety over being an asshole in the past PREVENTS and/or DELAYS any changes she might potentially make.
Making this character spiral over moral dilemmas does not inherently mean she’s actively working to change her ways. Her being afraid of facing her badness does not make her good; it simply means she has anxieties toward constructive criticism/dialogue.
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apollyborealis · 3 months
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Scrimbly lil dude got so emo he fell apart on the floor
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wolfmadefromash · 17 days
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The way I’m fucking just STALKING any and all social media to get even the SMALLEST amount more of tonight’s episode should be more concerning to me than it is.
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agreysexualromantic · 6 months
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I've talked before about how much Lois soaks up the love and safety of the Kents, but I think we also need to talk about what Clark sees and learns from his entire relationship with Lois.
Outside of his family, Clark's relationships have consistently been struggles of boundaries and safety.
There's Lex: Clark sees so much good in him, they share so much and he wants so much to be able to trust him, but Lex simply cannot stop his fixation on Clark's "secret". As a result, it's a constant battle of boundaries and lies, leaving Clark with no true sense of safety there.
There's Chloe: Now, I adore Chloe, especially as the series progresses, but at the start her young, enthusiastic journalistic curiosity often resulted in massive violations of Clark's privacy. She finds out about his abilities not because he tells her, but through yet another huge violation of privacy by another person. She does a great job of working to change and becoming a safe place for Clark to be open, but once again he has a trusted relationship with constant pushes for him to be *more* vulnerable, to share *more* of himself, and people skirting around his boundaries for their own sake. Rough stuff.
Then we have Pete: the first person Clark *willingly* shares his full background with, only to have his abilities weaponized against him over and over again. Literally, Pete pulls out green and red kryptonite and uses it on Clark ALL THE DAMN TIME. He gets mad at Clark for NOT sharing his secret earlier, and then goes on to blame him when Pete's life is made more complicated and dangerous by the knowledge. No safety there, no real ability to just relax and be himself because Clark never really knows when Pete might once again throw his secret back in his face.
And then there's Lana: I want to be clear here, *I do not hate Lana*. I actually think very highly of her, especially when she's not dating Clark. And I mean that in both directions, neither Clark nor Lana feel truly safe or at ease with each other in their relationship. I'm just going to focus on Lana for a second here as it relates to my point about Clark and love. Lana wants Clark to be fully open and honest with her. But The Secret becomes The Thing that she just can't see around. Despite how well she knows Clark, she perpetually uses The Secret to assign the worst motives to his actions, and to assume that he has done terrible things despite having no evidence that The Secret has anything to do with the character of Clark that she already knows. (Again, I recognize Clark's nonsense in this relationship too, I'm just focusing on this one side for the moment). Clark never really feels safe with her as a result, because her fixation on KNOWING his secret becomes more important than knowing or understanding him, and again, boundaries are crossed and miscommunication abounds.
Enter Lois Lane. She is a lot of things, but one thing that Lois is for Clark from very early on is *safe*.
We see her repeatedly respect people's boundaries and choices. For all of her curiosity and her drive for truth and answers, she draws a very firm line around the personal lives of others. She waits to be invited rather than demanding vulnerability from Clark. Sure, she offers lots of advice that Clark didn't ask for, but she never tries to pry him open. She takes him as he is, with the belief that people should be allowed to share what they feel safe sharing.
That is mind blowing for Clark. Outside of his family, he's never experienced love like that, platonic or otherwise. There have always been strings, always been eyes looking closer than he wanted, always been people holding his privacy over his head like a weapon. We see Clark, time and again, truly *relax* with Lois in a way he can't with just about anyone else. Lois is safe, truly, in a world where Clark is consistently surrounded with emotional danger.
I saw a post recently that related Clark's secret to someone coming out (even though that's likely not what the writers were going for intentionally). It's so true. Clark always deserved the chance to share all of himself when and how HE wanted to, and over and over again that chance was taken from him or used against him. I think that's why I personally feel so strongly about all of the people in his life being SO insistent that Clark is deceitful, overly guarded, that he HAS to share his secret OR ELSE (or else they will dig it up anyway, or else they will leave him, or else he will tell them and they will use the knowledge against him, or else, or else....)
There's no or else with Lois. She's happy to accept Clark as Clark, and he needed that so much.
As always, Lois Lane is my hero.
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