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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- Chapter 2

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

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Hi! It's been 900 years since I last posted for this fic! As always this chapter was beta'd by my favorite human: @cozysafechaotic Shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their support as well and I hope you enjoy this chapter! --

Content warning: this chapter has a brief section about one of the main characters and an ex. It mentions light objectification and brief nondescriptive abuse. Please read with care.

2 -- Seeing Beauty in The Shallow

Tony's secret only lasts him four days before his friend group figures it out.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it," Bucky states watching as Tony scrolls the Designer Boy's Instagram showing him the eleventh photo since they sat down for lunch, "He's way out of your league, Stark. Don't even think about it."

"Don't even think about what?" Steve asks, walking up behind Bucky and kissing his forehead and joining the group.

Through the chatter of his friend group and the ambient hum of the Cafeteria, Tony suddenly hears it. The familiar sound of those Louboutin shoes, tapping on the tile floors, causing his head to shoot up. It takes a mere four seconds for him to find the boy, but when he does, his eyes widen. At the entrance to the cafeteria stands Peter. His hair is perfectly curled, a bomber jacket framing his blush pink crop top, and skinny jeans hug his calves. He looks immaculate. The man sighs dreamily, accidentally dropping his elbow into his mashed potatoes. His friends laugh softly, handing him napkins. He blushes, wiping the food off his arm.

"I'm guessing you saw him?" Steve asks, looking around the lunchroom. He catches sight of the boy and his entourage and rolls his eyes, "What do you see in shallow people, Tony?"

"I don't know. He's pretty, he's smart...." Tony sighs, eating his bland food and listening to Clint retell the failure of his last archery practice. He tries listening, really he does, but he can't help but watch the boy eat strawberries and talk to the girls in his group. The way his lips wrap around each piece of fruit, the little bit of juice left behind…

"Where, in his superficial body, do you see an ounce of brain? All I see is plastic, designer clothes, and daddy's money," Sam sighs, “There’s no hope in him wanting someone like you. You have one too many brain cells for his liking. That boy wants a dumb, empty-brained golden retriever to worship his every thought and to tell him he looks pretty.”

“Sam’s right, T. I’m afraid you are just itching to get your heart broken…” Bruce replies, looking up from his notepad, “I mean, people like him don’t settle down. They skip.”

“They’re right,” Clint interjects, burger grease dripping down his hand, “and you know it.”

Tony tunes their judgemental voices out, taking the last bite of his meal. "That's it. I'm going to the lab." he drops his fork and rises from the table. He picks up his black backpack and walks out of the cafeteria.

What Tony doesn't see, though, is Peter's eyes following him out of the cafeteria, longing sparkling against the honey in his eyes.

"Focus, Peter! He's not worth your time. He can't afford you." Loki snaps their manicured fingers in his face and rolls their eyes, "Did you get any of Gucci's new set in the post yet?"

"Nah, but I got Alexander McQueen's new SS23 collection sent to my Aunt's mansion. It's gorgeous," Peter sighs, "I think I have Extremis's new collection coming next week as well.

"Which set of theirs?" Natasha asks, leaning against the table..

"The Winter '22 set."

"But that isn't out yet!" Loki shouts, "How did you get a hold of a pass for that?!"

"It pays to know people, sweetheart," Peter smirks, turning his lavender-coloured laptop around to show off the email from Extremis Enterprises, congratulating him on being selected for exclusive access. "And I know Mr Keener himself. He's an... old friend of mine."

'Old friend is an understatement,' Peter thinks.

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Everything Peter is now is based on what Harley provided him. The training, the clothing, the finances, the education... It's all Harley.

The two had known each other since middle school, having met under the tree on the playground where Peter sat every day with his PB&J on wheat and sketched dress after dress. He'd always loved fashion and the idea that anyone could create outfits like the ones he saw at Paris Fashion Week when his mother took him for her job.

Harley saw him drawing one day and asked what he was doing, and with that, the two became inseparable.

After graduation though is when things got too real.

Harley came into some money from an unknown source and wanted to supply Peter with his dreams.

So they came to an agreement -- a sort of benefactor relationship where Harley could take care of and protect him while clothing him in the finest fabrics money could buy, ensuring Peter's reliance on Harley. The relationship was good… at first. They had agreed from the start, Peter was exclusively arm candy... No sex, no dating, no exclusivity. Then Harley introduced Peter as "That’s my boyfriend, Peter Parker." and everything they’d built up came to crashing halt.

Words were shouted, shoes were thrown, and lines were crossed. Everything became about sex between them. If Peter wanted a new outfit, Harley demanded compensation. He made Peter pay for what he wanted, not with money, but with the cost of his body.

It only spiralled more from there. The two began fighting over everything from the colour of the thread to who paid for dinner. Peter decided it was best to cut ties and go back to his home in Queens and abandon the life of luxury Harley had built for him. He feared that Harley wouldn't allow him to have the clothing and items that had become staples of his life, but before being his Sugar daddy, Harley was his friend.

"I think we should just be friends. This benefactor thing isn't working, Harls. I feel like we're just falling apart and losing our love for each other and for the art of fashion."

Smiling through the obvious pain in his heart, Harley replied, "I agree. But I want you to take the clothes I bought you. Please keep living luxuriously, Princess. Just because you hate me now, doesn't mean you should go back to mundanity and throw away everything I’ve done for you. You're worth more than that. You and I both know that." The two kissed one last time before they packed the thousands of clothes into boxes. Harley paid his university bills and sent him on his way.

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"An old friend?" Loki asks, "Surely you aren't talking about..."

"Loki Laufeyson, I swear to gods if you do not shut up, I won't allow you to borrow any of my Tiffany jewellery for the spring gala."

Loki, ever the diva, slapped their hands over their mouth, eyes wide as they nodded. "Okay, I'll shut up" Loki replies, hand covering their mouth dramatically.

"What are you guys talking about?" Gwen tilts her head, blonde hair covering half of her face.

Loki removes their hand, prodding Peter’s side, "You wanna tell them?"

"I told you to shut up about it!" Peter shouts, voice high and whiny, hands slamming onto the table. The people seated at the next three tables glance in his direction, and a few of the girls serve him unimpressed looks. He rolls his eyes, people can be so dramatic sometimes. This was a life-or-death situation!

"Alright, alright!" Pepper tries, her attempt at diffusing the situation falling on deaf ears. “Natasha, do you still have my limited edition lilac 2005 Lady Dior handbag?”

“I do, but honestly. I don’t want to give it back!” Natasha laughs, explaining her plans for the purse. conversation Peter can be tuning out?”

He huffs, unzipping his backpack and pulling out the latest edition of Vogue and opening to a dog-eared page. He picks up his pink lemonade and takes a delicate sip, ignoring the people around him.

A few days later, Peter walks into the classroom and was momentarily caught off guard, though he hid his shock well as he settled into his seat. Sat on top of the dark wood was a Strawberries & Cream Frappe with dried strawberries on top; his name was written clearly and perfectly on the side and a small ring of condensation gathered on the desk beneath it. He smirked to himself as he pulled his stationary from his bag, glancing at the cup occasionally.

Tony stares nervously, hoping that the boy liked the surprise.

His outfit looks like sin itself. Dressed in a flowy pink blouse, black dress shorts hugging his hips, and a crisscross of fishnet thread leading from underneath them to the tops of those damn boots. Gods, Tony would kill to see trace those strings all the way up his legs. The heels of his designer ankle boots click against the tile in the classroom as the boy crosses his desk, he glances at the cup before sitting down and seemingly ignoring it. Tony wonders if he should have put his name on it as well so the boy wouldn’t have to worry if it was laced. He blushes slightly at the smile on the boy's face, knowing he's the one that put it there.

"Hey, Peter!" Peter smiles at Pepper and Gwen, as they sit at the desks next to him. "Where did that come from?"

"I don't know it was here when I arrived." Peter shrugs nonchalantly, "Probably from someone who thinks they have a chance. You can have it if you want.”

"Peter, you are out of your mind if you think for one moment that I am going to drink a random nondescript drink from someone that was left on your desk.”

“Seriously Peter! It could be laced or poisoned or ew! What if some boy did something, even worse to it” Gwen shuddered as she looked away from the drink.

"Fair. But I am not going to throw it away until after we leave," He murmurs.

Their conversation is cut off when the teacher walks in, and Tony sighs longingly, 'what will it take for him to love me?'

-_–_-_

Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and likes are much appreciated!!

#shut up nika #tony x peter #starker

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sigmastolen · 1 year

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ok all my blaze campaigns have now ended and that, friends, was an interesting experience!

i paid for the smallest package for each one, 2500 "impressions" which is i guess what they call it when they shove the post onto someone's dash; because of the deal that was doubled, so each one had a goal of 5000 impressions. friends, every single one overperformed. they break down some of the stats for you afterward, including separating out "paid" impressions and engagement (when they put your post in someone's eyeballs) vs. "earned" impressions and engagement (when someone encountered/interacted with the post "in the wild" as it were -- bc another user had reblogged it of their own free will rather than having it inserted in the feed). even the paid impressions far outstripped the stated goal of 5000, sometimes by a couple thousand and sometimes by almost double.

now, just because 9000+ users see a post doesn't mean they will interact with it; for me, engagements were smaller by an order of magnitude or more, ranging from 88-261. that, too, was broken down into engagements with paid impressions vs earned impressions, plus every kind of engagement (share, reply, reblog, or like) was also broken out and broken down.

tumblr also tracks how many clicks you get from a blazed post, presuming there is a link in that post to click on, and how many people decide to follow you from the "follow" link on that post (i presume a follow would not get counted if the user clicked through to your blog first, though), again broken down by paid vs. earned. so like, i guess those metrics would be useful if i were approaching this from a marketing perspective or whatever, although of course in my case i don't give a fuck.

the campaigns also lasted well past the 24-hour mark, or at least that is my impression based on how long my notes were exploding, despite the to-the-minute timeframe laid out in both the approval and completion emails. anyway, i certainly don't want to experience this amount of attention all the time, but it was a pretty brilliant idea and it was fun to see everybody's blazed cats (and, idk, it warms my heart or eases my grief or gives me validation or something to see other people appreciating my guys). i'll reblog the posts i blazed after this, for the record and so y'all can see them too.

#hellsite (affectionate)#thinky thoughts #vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas #caturday blazeathon

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claudiajcregg · 1 year

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I love these! (Doing and asking :) 🙅‍♀️ 🤔 🏅☀️

Grrr. Tumblr ate the mostly written post because of course it did. Thank you for asking, Mia 💕 These were really fun to answer (and also hard). For someone who's really her worst critic, I do enjoy talking about my process and whatnot. I'm sorry in advance for all the rambling.

(If you want to ask me more, the questions are here ✨ )

🙅‍♀️ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?

I just don't see myself doing incest or bestiality. If we're talking more general things, I can't see myself writing cheating (with the asterisk of this being one member of the couple straying, and that there are possible situations where I wouldn't mind). Also, anything extremely violent, mostly because it's not something I often consume in media.

🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

Oh, maybe action and/or suspense? My writing style (intimate moments, conversations, just vibes) is not the most compatible, but if the situation arose... Sure! (I guess that, in a past life, I wrote around mysteries and crime and whatnot. I was too young then 😬 )

I also would love to be better at writing stories-within-stories. I absolutely do not have the talent to convincingly seem like the talented writers I'm doing. (Once again thinking of the fluffy memoir fic. And another one, which has a super fun premise, but my writing is failing it with this aspect, I fear.)

And not a genre specifically but collaboration? Again, I have super talented friends. I'd stick out like a sore thumb. I think it'd be fun!

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

I am my own worst critic but I would still probably say all of them, maybe? I saw something in them that I thought might connect with others and that's why they're out there. Even the ones that aren't (so many of them) and might never see the light of day. Writing isn't easy. It makes me nervous and makes me crave validation.

Anyway. The pageant answer is still true but as for actual ones, but using the way I would mentally refer to them, lol.

Big Block of Cheese 2008. I just saw it's at almost 100 kudos... excuse me what. I just felt it was something special from the moment I wrote it. I think I always would've posted it at some point, even if I hadn't made friends. None of my fics come close to it in terms of "love" and tbh, I'm fine with it.

St. Augustine. Just because it came to me so fast (I think it was mostly written in a morning?) and IDK, I love the scene. This one has broken out from most of my other purely CJD stories, whether it was timing or it getting recommended by the right people. It was nerve wracking writing something pre-canon but I think it went well! It was fun to write. I haven't read it in forever so I reserve the right to remove it from the list.

Obviously, star shine started it all but if I had a third spot... Portland. It's probably one of my flops (everything is, but this one especially) and yet. I recall being so proud right after I finished it and wanting people to read it. (It obviously grew since then because I can't shut up.) It's long, maybe unnecessarily so, but god does it get to me. I was in a writing rut (see next answer) and challenged myself to write 'canon' stories, and I think the two are good.

But... To be honest, the answer has to be my unposted multichapter. I always think it's bad until I read it, and it kinda hits, all imperfections aside. 150k words in 5-and-a-bit months (26/3 to 2/9?), 33 chapters. I wrote 2/3 of that in two months (with 19 being the last one I wrote before 19/5), until my muse decided she was done and I decided to actually change jobs. (I also wrote now-published fics like haunted by the notion or don't want you to go, as well as a bunch of other smaller ones, in between! WTF was I on in 2021? I think the mini reunion altered my brain chemistry.) I've considered just dropping a link to the unedited, unbetaed drive on the server one day, ngl.

ANYWAY. Too long-winded!

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

UM. All of them? real talk here, I don't get many comments so I love them all. I write for a show that ended 17 years ago, for a small (and surprisingly divisive) ship (their loss - there's so much talent) so I should've known going in. It took me some time to internalize it. I'm also not that good a writer, so I'll take it. Comments mean the world to me, even if it's a "lovely" or "great job." Just taking a few seconds means a lot and writers aren't kidding when they say it's motivating. It's also how I've made friends in the fandom so yeah! comments!

To highlight some rather recent ones!

Haunted by the notion got so many from so different people, and they were all so incredibly nice when I was terrified. All of those broke me, and might be the reason why I've been struggling with a followup! (And why I've been wanting to post again soon, rather than wait.) From the other stories, I have two ~recent ones~ I actually bookmarked because they broke me.

miabicicletta's (💕 ) on St. Augustine. I woke up on a Saturday and I remember reading it from bed and crying. It was so incredibly kind and lovely and I couldn't remember the last time anyone had written anything as long. I still think about it all the time. 🥂 (I've now realized Steph also wrote another lovely one ♥️ That story and the love it got, man.)

krazykitkat's on all's well + her comment on St. Augustine because her stories are some of my favorites. I couldn't believe that someone whose work I adored and have read countless times since I finished the show six years ago had read one of my stories, but had liked it???? Didn't compute. Doesn't compute. She's read many since (see St. Augustine, the most recent one), commented and left kudos on a bunch, and it still... blows my mind. (This one happened while I was flying back from Stockholm and was the first thing I saw when I landed.)

But really - so many people have left so many kind messages over the last couple of years, and I've probably gotten emotional at all of them. That there are people out there who are reading the silly little stories that have come out of my brain... wonders never cease.

#miabicicletta #asks #this is unnecessarily long and I am sorry #I really could have talked more about all of these things #as I said I hate my writing but I'll talk nonstop about it

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holodeckprotocols · 1 year

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animorphs book 10 (the android) #thoughts

my library has the most random selection of audiobooks available for animorphs (i've spammed them with requests to buy the ones they're missing but i think they're ignoring my calls :\) so i've been cobbling together fan audiobooks/read-alongs and these AI generated ones that sound like the tiktok lady. it is making for patchwork quilt of an experience, let me tell you

that being said no amateurish recording setup can undercut my excitement that WE'RE IN THE ROBIT ZONE. i remember really liking the erek stuff as a kid. i hope i still will.

fascinated by the reveal that marco is apparently an alanis morissette fan

i peeked at the storygraph reviews for this one just to get a feel for the overall audience reaction and literally the first one says "Having Marco as a narrator is always fun. He's as cute and funny as a bisexual-coded juvenile badly coping with PTSD can be," with that bolded emphasis and everything. shout out to mugsandpugs for truly understanding his character and validating my long-held headcanon

maybe i should put in bold that i too am bisexual-coded in my tumblr description

oh wait lol it's bold because it's a LINK to an animorphs fan forum page! it's broken but presumably it's a debate as long as the one about how many days in a week there are on the bodybuilding forums.

anyway.

"a topic will emerge. i'm going to just write until i discover a topic. the topic will rise from these pages. it will reveal itself to me. i just have to keep writing." REAL

when one of the animorphs gets literally eaten alive by a bird and has to split-second morph and chestburst out of it to avoid death and you check and the book's not even halfway over.

i guess some people don't like the chee but I always did as a kid. they're pacifist robo dogs! what's not to love!

well the ending of this one was just as disturbing as I remembered. you fucked up a perfectly good robo dog as what you did. look at it. it's got anxiety

#hanimorphs #animorphs spoilers #jokes aside the end of this one is what i think of when i think of disturbing content in animorphs #it's so chilling #and the way all the violence is off screen just lets your mind wander

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mlwritingprompts · 2 years

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Submitted prompt: Universal Hope.

Here is a google doc link to the full compilation of prompts in this series, since there's apparently too many paragraphs to put in a single tumblr post. (because tumblr insists on making this site worse rather than better lol...) You can download the file as a word document, PDF, or epub. If you download it as an epub, you can then transfer it to your phone to read in any reading app like an ebook!

And finally, here it is. The finale of my "Universal" series AU. (though maybe if Fluff helped me time-travel, I can give it for free it as an original plot long before this show's idea even came to existence lol, at least that would make a good show if given a budget)

Also, two other nonbinary characters makes an appearance (although admittedly very shortly):

Luue, kwami of Impossibility and uses the pronouns mi/mir/mirs/mirself.

And Elise, a teacher, pronouns are ce/cer/cers/cerself. Would have given cer a more prominent role, but sadly I only thought of cer only at the end of the AU and I don't have energy or ideas to make an omake or another story about Elise :(

I mean, one can make an omake or a side-story where Elise interacts with Adrien, Chloe, and the rest of the class in a helathy and positive manner and helps them through their teenage years and encourages them to discover themselves and unleash their creativity in a helpful way. Maybe even helping some of the students with their problems and help them enforcing their boundaries and curbing any harmful behaviour and spreading positivity, thus showing why Elise decided to be a teacher because ce has compassion and morals and wants to teach the younger generation the same positive morals and foster compassion and respect into them, also showing why ce was also respected and loved by cer students and collegues. (I gave an idea that can be made into a whole story, yay! :))

(But who would like to read that? /sarcasm.)

(But seriously, if someone can, do so if you want. I can't write this since it's too out of my experience and I fear I will mess it up. So there, have fun writing if you want :))

So, I guess, you can treat cer character as a gift to use in your original stories or fanfics??? I am not sure about this approach really.

Now Tikki, stop breaking the 4th wall and giving me ideas while I am simply watching completely unrelated videos please I can't do more than this for the AU.

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Natasi walked alongside loc friend, enjoying the sunny day.

Just a moment of calmness, as both decided to have fun by touring the city of Paris another time.

It had been a month after Cosmic Actress had told the heroes of the current timeline about the state of the universe, and both friends felt that a vacation is very much needed at this point.

Nothing to let one relax more than having fun with friends.

"You are sure to let them deal with the end of the cosmos?" Natasi asked loc friend as both ate some icecream.

"Yes. We've tried for so long. And you know how that ended. Maybe we should take a page from media entertainment and 'let the new generation deal with it'. Who knows, maybe this is what the universe needs at this point."

Nix smiled jokingly. Something reciprocated by loc. Neither really had any real hope that the heroes can fix this, but sometimes, even an amateur can do something so unexpected it might work.

Little did the duo know, that nix telling the group had far reaching consequences.

Neither did the two expect just how this broken shell of a universe will act.

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In a domain devoid of concepts, The Nothingness shrieked with a wail that no mortal should be allowed to hear.

Its powers, the power to delete any concept.

They were now being hampered, as the essences of concepts it had absorbed for eons started rebelling.

The essences of the cosmos somehow attacking it from the inside, harming it.

How!? How did this happen!?

Even in the many time resets these two brats had done, it had never felt this much pain!

In fact, this was the first time it had felt pain at all!

It extended its senses, searching and trying to locate what had happened.

And it had found the source via using a tiny fragment of Time essence it had absorbed long before.

It watched as Cosmic Actress spoke to the heroes, telling them about the dangers, the cracks in the cosmos. And how their existence will cause the end of the cosmos.

The brat was right, The Nothingness admitted to itself. The only thing strange was that the Akuma did not truly realize that the Nothingness was a conscious entity. Or maybe nix did, but did not think it was important?

No matter.

As it kept watching the past, it had watched as the cosmos, the weak and broken shell of it, started to change and warp.

As Cosmic Actress was talking, the concepts were already twisting, somehow augmenting themselves...

And attaching themselves to the so-called heroes.

As if giving them power. Favouritism. Protagonist status. Or whatever Cosmic Actress had called the damn thing.

And at the same time, other areas of the universe were somehow becoming more and more hectic, as if preparing for a battle for survival.

Survival and annihilating the enemy.

It. The enemy...

The Nothingness felt a new emotion, an emotion so foreign yet so fitting.

Wrath.

Wrath at the universe.

Did the damn thing believe that because the Nothingness was content with being suppressed once, it would allow that to happen once more!?

Unacceptable!

It needs to stop this madness.

And get back the Solitude and Silence it so desired...

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Chloe had to admit that she had seen better days as she awoke with difficulty.

Ever since Cosmic Actress gave her and the rest of the heroes the news about the big disaster the cosmos was facing, and the fact that Tikki, her friend, was a slave, she could barely get a good sleep.

The rest of the heroes were the same, and no one knew how to even start to fix this mess, even now.

They couldn't just shatter the Miraculouses, because it would only result with them going back to where they started.

Shaking off the dizziness, Chloe walked the exhausting distance to her school, her teammates meeting her along the way. All of them clearly tired as well as the kwami.

"Not a good night's sleep as well?" Kagami asked, hints of exhaustion still in her tone.

She also couldn't sleep very well.

The whole group resisted the urge to sigh and walked to the school.

Chloe hoped that the lessons she will be having today will put her mind off from the reality of their predicament, for a moment at least.

Entering the class, the teacher, Cie. Elise was already there.

Ce greeted Chloe and her friends as ce waited for the clock to hit 8:00.

Chloe relaxed a little as the lesson started, and she focused as Cie. Elise was explaining the subject of today.

'Maybe today I can enjoy myself for a while.' she says to herself, feeling as Tikki was besides her.

The class ended up quickly, and Chloe found herself taking the break with Alya as both sat together talking about whatever they felt like it.

"At least, we can give our assignments on time since there's no more Amoks and Akumas/Champions to deal with right now." Chloe says jokingly as both take a laugh.

－Only for them to hear the sounds of screaming, and instinctively looking at the source of the noise, hoping it was just students playing a prank－

And they saw as the school's upper part was being swallowed by a black sphere.

"What!? Didn't Cosmic Actress say that nix will not attack anymore!?" Alya shouted in shock before the two transformed, meeting their teammates as the group looked at the black sphere, a sensation of dread and confusion seeping into their minds as they watched as the sphere stopped growing, and an unearthly scream resounded.

It was only thanks to their defensive suits that they were not knocked out right away from the force, as the air vibrated, and the ground shattered in front of them.

And under their watch, the sphere shrunk, taking on a humanoid figure made of pitch black darkness with no eyes or mouth, but regardless, all of them felt how the being was looking at them with a soul-piercing gaze.

"Welcome... Humans..." The being spoke, its words this time feeling more human-

No, its words were more comprehensible for the mortals in general. Its words no longer destroy things just by uttering them.

"I guess... this is how to communicate with you...? Fascinating! This sure is... interesting..." It ignored them for few seconds as they got their bearings, more focused on being impressed by being able to speak to normal humans, mere mortals as far as it was concerned.

"Ah... I guess... An introduction is in order?" Its "head" tilts as if giving a questioning look before straighening up. "I am... Well, I don't have any name, really. But these two brats called me the Nothingness. I guess I will take that name for myself for now. You shall call me that as well."

The now officially named Nothingness stated in confidence as it raised an "arm".

"And you are standing in the way of me and my home. Disappear."

With that, a world where concepts were absorbed and ceased to exist... was made...

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"Damn it! What's going on now!?" Cosmic Actress swore as nix was wildly flying alongside Natasi.

Both had felt the essence and energy of the universe starting to vanish at an alarming rate.

And they also felt a huge mass of... whatever that Nothingness was... concentrating in the area.

"This is too fast! I thought that this level of cosmic deletion would happen only a millenia later at the very least! Why is it spreading so soon!?" Natasi was also terrified out of loc mind. "Did we do something to speed up the process somehow?"

Cosmic Actress bit nix lip at that.

This shouldn't have happened so soon.

So what did cause this?

"I told the heroes my theory that the world, or at least, the city of Paris, works on the idea that Protagonist-Centered Morality and the Theory of Narrative Causality coexist, and that the messed-up way the concepts work here make that happen. But even that is not enough to explain-" Nix suddenly stopped talking, nix eyes widening.

Nix then gave a small chuckle at the realization of what just happened.

"Cosmic Actress?" Natasi asked nix with worry.

"Oh, nothing surprising. I just realized that my long talk to the heroes might feel like the mentor giving their wisdom to the protagonists while dropping exposition. And you know what trope is the most dangerous to the mentors?"

Loc eyes widened as clo connected the dots.

"Yes, Natasi, we have done our last info-dump, and we have outlived our usefulness, so to speak. And the True Final Boss is approaching." Nix kept smiling for a moment before nix expression turned into irritation and spoke with a furious tone.

"I have told you I am starting to hate Murphy for making that law, didn't I?"

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"Well, I have to say... I expected better than this."

Nothingness stated as it looked at the current state of the heroes.

All looking tired and spent.

The battle could barely be called that, since Nothingness was almost as strong Cosmic Actress from what the heroes can feel, if only in a completely different way.

While Cosmic Actress can be hit by the attacks they made against nix and be affected, even for only a second, The Nothingness did not even bother reacting to their attempts.

As if both were on completely different dimensions.

It could interact with them, but they could not interact with it.

Any attempts they had tried would have ended up in their immediate deletion and absorption by it, had they not honed their skills and insticts from a long year of superheroing, and the fact that their opponent seemed to only know how to fight using overwhelming power and no tactics or plans.

'This is just the same as when we fought Cosmic Actress.' Chloe thought and bit her lips. 'Are we really that pathetic compared to beings like them?'

She wondered what she could do to save the city, but ideas were running out and she couldn’t figure out how to use the Lucky Charm, a strange alien sphere emitting a powerful energy of sorts.

The Nothingness looked at them once more, before the air around it changed, and Chloe for some reason felt that it was 'determinated'.

For what? She didn't know.

"Farewell. World End!"

A wave of nothingness came to existence, expanding rapidly, and the heroes felt it.

The deletion and absorption of the concepts, as the wave rushed at them, about to-

"Leave them alone!"

A voice they had not heard for a month exclaimed angrily, as a large amount of energy was being created, stopping the march of the nothingness and overpowering it.

Cosmic Actress and Natasi landed gracefully on the ground, and with a wave of nix hands, white butterflies emerged from Cosmic Actress’ palms, latching into the heroes.

"Heroes, we don't have much time! I will boost your powers! Accept this!"

They took a second looking in shock at nix and loc presences.

"Just do what I say!" Cosmic Actress barked.

They immediately nodded at nix yell, feeling the urgency of the situation, no more time for them to waste.

Energy flowed from their new forms as all of them felt the connection to their kwami' concepts sharpen and expand immensely.

The Nothingness looked at Cosmic Actress and Natasi with what seemed to be annoyance.

"Ah, you two finally appeared. You two are becoming really annoying, you know that?"

The group took a guarded position.

"Just what are you? How can you exist?" Natasi asked it, feeling unnerved by its presence.

The Nothingness tilted it's "head" questioningly as if it was confused as well. "Me? Honestly, I don't have an actual name, but you shall call me the Nothingness, like you had called me before. And about being able to exist?"

It made a shrugging motion. "I don't know, but I... existed... long before your cosmos came to be. And now, I want my sweet silence and solitude back. And you are in the way!"

With that, it struck once more, a blast of void unleashed.

The group evaded and jumped, watching as the attack hit the ground, corrupting it with the essence of the Nothingness.

"So this is the being that started the deletion of the cosmos, just how can we defeat it?" Adrien asked, and Cosmic Actress didn't feel like correcting him on the fact that the Order of Guardians were the ones that started the whole mess first right now.

But he was correct, how can they defeat it?

They must do that, but...

Easier said than done.

None of their attacks managed to reach it, but it could attack them just fine, only failing due to its lack of experience.

After avoiding another blast of void, the group made contact with the ground once more.

"Chloe! Did your Lucky Charm give you anything that might help?" Natasi asked, still focusing loc eyes at the enemy.

Chloe shook her head and showed loc the strange ball. "No. I only got this sphere, it is pulsing with some sort of energy, but I couldn-"

Chloe's voice cut off as her instincts flared as she looked at the ball, then at Natasi and Cosmic Actress.

"Oh! I think I got it!" She exclaimed.

Nix and nix friend had already realized it as well the moment their eyes landed on the sphere.

Chloe immediately threw the sphere towards the duo, who immediately created a butterfly and a feather using Duusuu and Nooroo's energy, as the Nothingness felt something wrong it had never felt before.

Danger.

It didn't know how or why it felt that way, but it felt that sensation all the same.

That sphere! It is dangerous for it's existence!

It moved to attack and stop them-

But it could not reach in time.

The feather fused with the sphere, the energy inside it mixing with the fragment of Duusuu's power.

And creating a new being.

The being rapidly took a shape and size very familiar to the heroes.

A shape and size the kwamis have.

A blast of concepts overpowered the Nothingness' attack for a moment, just enough for Nooroo's power to make contact with the new being.

The energy intensified, stabilizing, becoming denser and more potent.

"NO!" The Nothingness screamed as it pushed through, directing an attack towards the heroes and the new being.

'Don't have enough time!' Cosmic Actress swore in nix mind, moving to take the hit in place of the group-

And an eye opened.

The Nothingness made contact-

And Cosmic Actress was still there.

Nix was not absorbed.

Nix eyes widened in shock at the surprise of nix survival.

"You can't delete nix." A foreign new voice resounded, not high or low, but somewhere in the middle. Perfectly gender-neutral.

Nix looked from the edges of nix eyes, and saw the new being.

Mi was... well, no one could describe mir as mi looked completely different than any lifeform to compare to, but mi had three eyes, all of them having a color that humans should not be allowed to see.

Luue, everyone felt in their hearts, was mir name.

"Indeed, you can't delete anyone here, Nothingness." Mi spoke with a passionate yet cold tone towards it. "I am Luue, the embodiment of Impossibility! From now on, you will not be able to delete this cosmos!"

A powerful wave of energy spread from Luue's body, harming and weakening the Nothingness, causing the essences of the concepts it had absorbed to slowly rampage inside its body, while empowering the rest even more.

The Nothingness felt like screaming in rage, but then Cosmic Actress punched it in the face, causing it to stumble, clutching its head from the sensation of pain.

"How!?" The Nothingness' scream was left unanswered as the heroes finally started fighting back, actually managing to harm it this time.

"We can reach it!"

"Keep going!"

"Fight!"

As they attacked, yelling with confidence, The Nothingness could only scream in pain and anger.

‘How!? How can they harm it!? It had existed for so long! It was the antithesis of everything they are made of! So how can they still pull out so much power against it!?’

A wave of nausea suddenly hit it, as the energy of the concepts it had absorbed, started to leak from it's body, weakening it further.

Luue, Cosmic Actress and Natasi took this chance, and rushed towards it.

It desperately targeted Luue, who phased through the attack and entered its body, a butterfly and a feather made by nix and loc in mir hands, and from the inside, the butterfly and feather resonated with the locked essences of the concepts, ravaging the Nothingness from the inside.

It screamed in pain as the concepts fully and violently forced their way out, and its body slowly collapsing on itself.

Cosmic Actress looked at it, an Oblivion Orb in hand, and an angry resolute expression in nix face.

"Return to whence you came from! Nothingness!" The orb hit it directly, and it was forcefully thrown into the ground, cracking it.

"Ughh..." The Nothingness tried to stand, only for its body to drop. Exhaustion seeping into its being in a way it had never felt before.

It tried to force more power into its body, only for its hands to dissolve.

Chloe and the rest watched in alarm, wondering if it will regenerate.

It, on the other hand, looked at its hand that was slowly disintegrating, the feeling of pain slowly numbing.

In what qualifies as its mind, another feeling was starting to appear even as it became unable to feel it's body.

"I'm... Dying...?"

It asked, feeling confused, yet feeling certain that death would likely feel like that.

"I'm dying... What is dying...?"

Its whole body slowly started to disintegrate, the feeling of numbness intensifying as it became more and more unable to think.

"Thinking... is too bothersome... Living... is... too... bothersome..."

With such words, it completely disappeared, feeling nothing as it breathed it's last breath.

The group stood there, looking at where it once was, and only when they realized that it was gone, with Luue explicitly stating that, did they finally breathe in relief, as Nino and the rest of the heroes detransformed with a sigh. "Finally! We defeated it!"

Cosmic Actress breathed with relief as well along with Natasi.

Slowly, the group started to relax and smile.

Luue meanwhile, raised mir hands, and a sphere of energy came to existence.

An energy of the same type of that the Nothingness was using.

The group looked at mir, wondering what mi will do with that orb of nothingness.

Mi saw their questioning looks and gave them the answer with a smile.

"Well, you might not know this, but even defeating it and disintegrating its body, The Nothingness will not die. Currently, it is in a state different than being alive or being dead. It is neither asleep or awake. It just still is. But it now, with its energy in my grasp, it will never be able to escape again. It will stay in a prison of its own making. A silence and solitude it always desired." Mi explained to the group that was listening intently.

"Also, even if it is no longer free to cause havoc in the cosmos, you still can't just fix the damage or free the miraculouses right away. Instead..."

Everyone held their breaths in anticipation.

"You should use a portion of this energy, to substitute and help fix the damage. This energy. This nothingness. It works as an antithesis to the laws of the cosmos. If we use it right, we can convince the cosmos to be lenient, and allow the kwami to be freed without the reality morphing again."

Cosmic Actress could not hide nix smile at the news.

Finally, after so long...

The kwami will be truly free...

Nix was surprised then when Luue looked at nix and Natasi.

"This also allows us to help you two, too. We can help Marinette."

Nix covered nix mouth with a hand, emotions rapidly forcing themselves inside nix.

"Help... Marinette...?" Natasi asked, feeling like crying from happiness clockself.

Luue smiled at the two.

"Yes, no longer will Marinette be forced to bear the fate of the world due to the broken will of the universe. And you two as well."

Cosmic Actress fell on nix knees, eyes tearing up from happiness, along with Natasi. "Is that it? Really? After living for so long, trying to acheive a goal we thought it was impossible... Is that it? Are we truly done?" Nix sobbed from happiness.

After so long, nix and loc were free.

No longer will they keep seeing the cosmos repeatedly destroyed. No longer will they suffer living for so long with no end in sight, all their attempts to fix things destroyed.

Finally, this long seemingly-hopeless journey had ended.

The kids felt themselves tearing up at the sight, as the other kwami flew towards Luue.

Luue gave the duo a last smile.

"Farewell, it was really nice to meet you! My brethren! Let's do it!"

The kwami enthusiast smiled as they put their hands and mir hand together, their energy and the power of Nothingness harmonizing, as the reality shuddered.

The miraculouses started to shatter, turning to dust, but the kwami were still there, they are no longer bound by their previous constraints.

They are no longer a fragment of a concept, they are now truly the embodiments of them. No longer needing to be bound to an object.

Large orbs of energy came out from Cosmic Actress and Natasi's bodies, turning into Nooroo and Duusuu, who gave the duo a thanks and a hug before joining the rest of the kwami.

Reality was then covered with light, and as it slowly disappeared, Chloe saw that the Akuma and Amok are no longer there.

"They're fine. They just were given their own happiness. Along with Marinette." Tikki answered the unspoken question.

Alya hoped things will go well for them.

====================

Marinette found herself standing awake in confusion as she could not remember what happened.

Looking around, she saw that she was in a strange place, everywhere she looked, only white could be seen. Neither could she see an ending to it.

As she kept looking around, she suddenly heard a voice that caused her to jump a little.

"Hello, Marinette."

She looked towards the source of the voice and found two people.

One of them had a circle with roman numerals behind loc.

'Loc?' Marinette thought, still confused.

Somehow, she knew that the one with the circle used the pronouns clo/loc/locs/clockself, while the other used nix/nix/nix/nixself.

But she didn't have time to ponder that as the two identified themselves:

"I am Cosmic Actress, an Akuma, and this is my friend, Natasi, clo is an Amok." The one without the numbers told her with a happy smile, which was sadly not reciprocated by Marinette even in her confusion.

Marinette immediately took a panicked and guarded stance the moment nix stated their true nature, months if not years of training forcing her to put up her guard. "Akuma!?" She gasped.

"No need to worry! I will help clear your confusion!" Cosmic Actress said.

It took a simple finger snap, and before Marinette could process anything, memories started flooding back.

They filed themselves away in her mind almost instantly, and just a moment, later, all of her memories had returned.

And she looked at the duo in front of her, knowing exactly who they were.

And who they came from.

Her face paled as she remembered her justified fit of rage.

She could remember as Hawkmoth's voice was whispering to her to unleash her hatred and wrath-

'And I failed!'

She felt like crying.

After all that effort, it all ended up thrown away.

She became a prey for the villains.

All of that...

'Because I could not con-!'

"And it is not your fault for not controlling how you feel, Marinette. And it isn't your fault for having negative emotions." Natasi cut off her depressing thought immediately, causing her to look in befuddlement, her eyes almost tearing up. "I said, that it is never your fault for having negative emotions. It never was." Natasi said in a soft tone.

Marinette stepped back in fear, not from them, but from what they were telling her.

"N- No! It is my fault! Because of that I was-!" Her words were cut off with a sob, as the reality of the situation asserted itself. "I was Akumatized... I failed in my duty! I couldn't protect my friends or family!"

For a moment, the only voice heard was the sound of her sobbing, before Cosmic Actress spoke with a soft yet serious tone.

"And what's wrong with having negative emotions?"

The phrase hit Marinette like a train, but she couldn't muster a response before nix started speaking up again, slowly approaching her.

"What is wrong with feeling rage? What is wrong with feeling hate? What is wrong with feeling the desire to stop people from abusing you? What is wrong with wanting people to respect your boundaries? What is wrong with wanting people to not harass you? What is wrong with wishing to cry without the fear of being controlled. Tell me Marinette. What is wrong with that?"

Each question made Marinette feel like a blow, not because they were wrong, but because they were so close to home she couldn't find any other way to react.

She knows deep in her heart that she thought of that. Many nights and days, did she feel like crying at the unfairness of it all. She hated being unable to stop Chloe from bullying and hurting her. She hated being unable to stop Chat Noir from harassing her. She hated Hawkmoth for stripping any ability to vent these emotions from her.

She hated it so much-!

But she bottled these feelings down.

Because it's what her duty had forced on her.

The duty that was also forced on her without a choice.

And all these thoughts, they are being told to her face.

With no way to deflect.

By her own Akuma.

It is too much.

"it was never your fault, Marinette. You know it in your heart. Just like it was never your responsibility to deal with Chloe's abusive behavior, and Chat Noir’s entitlement to your body and affection. Even dealing with Hawkmoth, was a job forced on you by a neglectful guy who ran away the moment danger knocked on his doors. It was never your fault and I can't stress this enough." Cosmic Actress shook nix head before gently smiling. "But you don't need to fear them anymore. They will no longer bind you anymore."

Marinette's body stopped shaking for a moment, tears still flowing from her face. "What do you mean by that?"

"They are all dead. In your reality. But it doesn't really matter anymore. You are no longer cursed to be everyone's problem fixer, Marinette. Don't you want to live it? A life without having to invalidate your own feelings for the sake of people who hurt you?" Natasi told her with a soft smile.

Marinette had stopped crying, she can't feel the energy to do so any more.

She had vented a lot of her emotions when she did.

Her body shook, before she looked at them, her face for the first time giving the impression of a smile.

"And how can I trust you two?"

The duo smiled at that. "Because we are you, Marinette. We are your own feelings made manifest." They said in sync.

A warm light blue glow started to shine as Cosmic Actress spoke, still looking at her. "I know that you are scared. You have trusted people before, only for them to betray you. We understand your fears. But please. Find it in your heart to trust us. Trust your own emotions just this once."

The light intensifies, but Marinette could only feel warm, like a kid protected by their parent.

"Please believe in a better future. Hope for a better future!"

What happened next was purely instinct.

Marinette felt herself warming, smiling as she grasped the light, and the entire dimension glowed as well.

She felt that she did the correct thing.

She saw Cosmic Actress and Natasi smiling, waving at her.

"Nice to be your friend, Marinette. We will meet later!"

With that farewell, Marinette happily accepted her new reality, as everything became blue.

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A girl wakes up as the alarm clock rings.

She shuts it down, yawning, before going downstairs to get her breakfast.

"Good morning, Marinette!"

She turns around, and saw her siblings giving her a bright smile.

"Good morning, Cosmic Actress, Natasi! Today is pretty, isn't it?"

Natasi, her youngest sibling, smiles at her enthusiasm. "Indeed, shame it's the day we get back to school though~!"

Clo pouts jokingly at that, with Marinette and Cosmic Actress give a light-hearted laugh at that.

"Now, come on, let's go get ready!" Marinette insists.

They gather their school supplies, and together three went downstairs, seeing Tom and Sabine who greeted them with a hug and a smile. "Are you three prepared for school?"

Three enthusiastic nods was the answer Sabine got.

But before they left, Marinette had one thing to announce. It was something...well, something zu had been thinking about for a while. But now, standing in the bakery with zek siblings and parents, everything so perfect even the thought of a new school year couldn’t ruin it, zu was done thinking about it, zu was ready to announce it. It felt right.

It was funny, how zek youngest siblings had figured this out before zu did. “Everyone,” zu announced, “I’m changing my pronouns. I’m going to use zu/zev/zek/levself pronouns from now on.” Zu hadn’t thought to write them down, since zu hadn’t actually been planning to do this today. But what better time than the present? The best time to make the changes that would make you happy was today. It was never too late. “For now, you can still call me Marinette, I haven’t decided if I want to change it yet.” Zu continued. There were so many fun names to pick from, zu didn’t know where to start.

Zek family was overjoyed, and they all shared a group hug as zek siblings congratulated zev and zek parents told zev how proud of zev they were, and there would definitely be a cake just to celebrate the occasion when zu got home from school.

There wasn’t time to make a pronoun pin or anything, but zu would get to introduce levself to zev classmates in most of zek new classes, so that was okay. Zu would get a chance to explain zek pronouns then, and zu could always write them on paper and tape it to zek shirt or something. Or maybe Mr. Aubert, the art teacher, would be nice enough to give zev a blank pin to write on, the way he had for Cosmic Actress and Natasi when they’d changed their pronouns and names last year.

The trio walked side by side, feeling happiness and curious what this new year will hold for them.

Marinette felt so giddy and content at being with zek siblings.

'I don't know what the future will hold but... I will face it with hope and compassion, alongside Natasi and Cosmic Actress. I promise this!' Zu didn't know where this emotional fire came from, but neither did zu care.

It just felt great to have hope for a better future today.

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HAPPY END.

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It was many hours later before he came to again, the light of the hells had dimmed outside, Taahir could guess it was night now, but it was rarely ever dark in the hells. Sunless skies burned endlessly in the hells. The throbbing pain had ebbed away, likely a residue of the tonic, but Taahir felt stiff and weak even still. In the corner of the room, Mesohphelus was sitting with a book in hand, evidently one from the bookshelf.

Taahir slowly managed to pull himself up, propped up by the headboard and framed by bandaged wings. He looked out past the window, and sighed softly, looking at the burning clouds, and crowded streets of a city foreign to him. "It's so loud here," He mumbled as he looked back at Mesohphelus.

"The noise will fade into the background eventually." They noted, not looking up from their book. The title read ' The Tale of Herasphus ' in Celestial, a famous angel warrior. "How do you feel?" They asked as they looked up at him.

“Terrible, absolutely terrible,” he admitted as tried to prop himself up on some of the pillows. “I can hardly feel anything but I ache.”

The book was set aside on a small table as they got up and moved to his bedside. "You should lay down, you have four broken ribs." They said with a calm but firm tone. "I'm sure it is quite a different experience to be unable to heal yourself."

“If I can, I'd prefer to sit up, the idea of laying in bed for weeks on end doesn’t agree with me I’m afraid,” he said with a tip of his head. “Thank you for all of your work Rghktahn .” He added softly. The word was foreign on his tongue, too soft and melodic compared to its true pronunciation, but filled with reverence.

At that, they smiled just a bit, perhaps sympathetically, but it was a smile all the same. "You will need to take breaks frequently at the very least." They offered instead, reaching up and pressing the back of their hand to his forehead to feel his temperature. "Not feverish so you're recovering well." They noted. On Taahir's arm was a well-wrapped bandage and splint. "You will need to keep yourself from using that for at least a few weeks, I have set the bones back properly so you should gain full usage eventually." They added to their report, seemingly with a small touch of pride.

She nodded a bit and smiled back slightly. “Do you have any other books in Celestial so I can pass the time?” She asked as she let the doctor look her over again.

They glanced back at the small bookshelf in the corner, a chair, table, and lamp had been arranged as well. "That bookshelf has a few celestial texts, it isn't uncommon for demons in greater power to keep a collection." They explained. "But I will bring some more for you, I've known angels to become bored to bits in recovery." They teased a bit.

“We are not taught to be still, it’s a sin to be slothful,” she replied with full honesty. “This is rest—not sloth, but still many struggle to find the difference.” She admitted as she felt a twinge of pain run through her splayed wings. “Feeling is coming back.”

"It will be a fitful few days." *They warned in full seriousness, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a small box with capped vials. "These are sleeping draughts, they will help with the pain but mostly are so you can sleep through the night. One a night will do just fine but if you take multiple your body will reject it, vomiting for hours is not the most pleasant thing so please be responsible." They met his eyes. More than once had they witnessed an angel try and take a quick way out once entering the hells, it was a difficult and often traumatizing time for most who fall. They had grown used to seeing the full extent of what it could drive a being to do, but they were always careful.

“Understood,” she said softly, watching them set aside the box. “Are there others like me in the hells? Currently, I mean.” He asked after a moment’s pause.

"Angels who were thrown into the hells? Yes." They said as they began to collect the last of their things, the angel was stable now, they had done the most difficult part of their job.

“Well yes—but ones with their wings still. I know most who land in the hells simply fall. That’s what we have been taught,” she said softly. “Are we allowed to see one another—the winged ones I mean.” She pressed gently as she felt pain slowly come to life through her ribs.

"Most yes, the ones who were thrown, however, are oftentimes within a demon house." They explained. "It is the safest place to exist as an angel, you are granted certain protections." They paused for a moment. "Being a part of a demon house is not exclusively an angel's role, to be clear, I am of a demon Baron's house, I am granted certain protections and immunity because of it." They clarified, there was not much spoken on the hierarchical structures of the hells in the heavens.

“If there’s a book on the hells that might be useful to me,” he admitted as he slowly sunk back down into the bed properly. “I should rest—it’s getting difficult to think. Will you be staying here with the Warden for the time being?”

"I don't think a single book could begin to cover the workings of the hells." They admitted as they finished cleaning up, bringing a few books over to his bedside table. "I will not be far, you can request me. If you feel as if you lose sensation in your arm or hand," They gesture to his mess of bandages and splint. "Summon me immediately."

He nodded a bit and tucked himself in further, pain slowly starting to eat at him. “Thank you again, for everything,” he said softly before letting his wings cover his eyes and throat yet again, blocking out the hells as he let himself drift into sleep.

***

The days slipped by at a pace that was unbearable for the healing angel. He had battled a fever for the first few days, with Mesohphelus' aid, but now the aches and pain of healing was nearly inescapable. It had been a mere week since he had fallen, by his best estimate, but it felt like an age. It was midday, the room was quiet and still, only the sounds of the city far below kept him company when the door opened.

The demon, the warden who had taken Taahir in, stepped into the room with a toothy smile, having to duck through the doorway to keep his horns from scraping. Another, much smaller demon of red and orange followed in after him with a heavy book in her arms. The low, guttural hum of infernal filled the chamber as he spoke, something that was perhaps a greeting but it was hard to make out, until the smaller demon filled in what was missing.

"Good to see you awake, fallen one." The demon with a much less practiced celestial translated for the warden. Her voice off key for the melodic nature of the language. "I see our mender has done well for you."

Taahir did his best to keep the shock from his face. He had been reading when the demon made his appearance, doing his best to understand some of the new world he had found himself in, but he was not expecting a visitor. He was a guest in the Warden's house, it shouldn't be surprising that he would pay him a visit, but he had hoped for more time. "Mesohphelous has been very kind to me," he replied with a gracious tip of his head. "And thank you for translating for us as well," he added as he looked down at the other hellspawn.

She nodded as she fluidly translated back into infernal. Ak'thral smiled and let out a low chuckle. "Good, good, I am told you will need a few more weeks at least, but I could not help but pay a visit." He hummed his response in infernal, the translator doing her best to match his cadence. "Tell me, how are you handling the change? Is there anything that I can do to make you-" He paused as if to emphasize his point. "more comfortable?"

Taahir paused for a moment to think, his upper wings flexing slightly as he let his thoughts spin. In truth, all he really wanted was to be left alone. It was hard for him to think of anything worth asking for outside of that. Mesohphelous had left him with a tall stack of books on the hells and the varying cultures of the rings, and what life looked like in the higher rungs of society, he was fed and looked after, and any true comforts he had were caught amongst the clouds.

"The change has been difficult, to put it plainly, I am longing for comforts of home that you can not provide," She said softly as she looked back at the warden. "It has been hard to rationalize the fall, and while I have been healing well, the scope of my injuries is broader than I hoped. If I can ask for anything, I would be very grateful for a tutor in infernal. I think it is only proper that I learn the language of my new home."

Their reply seemed to please him greatly, a grin pulling wider against his sharp teeth. "Well," His translator spoke for him, "I think that is more than a fitting request. I will have the best tutor requested to aid you in joining us in the hells, we are all far from the monsters you might imagine." The warden laughed, amused perhaps at himself of all things. "I think you will grow to enjoy the change, I hear many fallen ones do." He added as he looked them over, taking in the splinted and bandaged body of the angel.

Taahir couldn't help looking away, his wings moving to shield his eyes from the warden slightly as he glanced down at his hands. He was attempting to keep his heart light as he found himself in the depths of a foreign place, but he couldn't help feeling the weight of the warden's words pulling at him like the dead weight of his true wings in his back. "I do not think that will be the case, Warden Ak'Thral. I do not think you a monster, but I do not think myself to be your guest either."

His barbed tail flicked slightly, but his smile remained. Taahir could see the translator tense as she completed her translation for him. "You will learn, the hells are more complex that you're told up in the clouds." He replied with what might have been a sympathetic look, though his eyes seemed more calculated, intentional.

Taahir sighed softly and fought to hold her tongue. She was not a fool, she knew the knowledge of angels on life in hell was limited, either with purpose or due to the very nature of the place. She hated the feeling of frustration that hummed through her, she hated that he seemed to talk down to her even through a translator. "If he is not being polite I wish for you to translate him directly," He spoke to the translator before settling himself further. "I do not pretend to be well educated on the hells, sadly that is not information most are privy to, even as a baron of the heavens. But I am learning, and I would encourage you to do the same concerning angels."

She did not speak their request, but did return the Warden's reply. "Change is inevitable, but it is not the heavens I am stepping into is it?" He said as he began to move back towards the door. "Be well, fallen one, I hope to see your recovery swift."

Taahir let him go without another word and returned to her reading. If they were above she would outrank him, the wardens seemed to be demons who had risen through the ranks of hellspawn and gained wealth and power through their own merit. It was admirable but difficult to swallow. The idea of being subservient to any creature made her skin crawl more than anything, but a lesser demon trying his best to corrupt her felt a step too far.

***

The monthly meeting of Warden Ak’Thral’s generals has always been a far more casual affair than most other Wardens preferred. They met privately to discuss their territories and possible plans for expansion, or border struggles, but once that well dried they were quickly distracted by the gossip of the ring itself. Today was no different.

“I heard the Warden has taken another mistress,” General Ragurne hummed over the rim of his glass. The group had long since given up on business and leisure had quickly taken over the mood.

Xamar looked up over his glass with an arched brow. "Another? Did he fail to make the last one finish again?" He asked bluntly, though a smile crept on the corners of his lips.

Valde'an chuckled lazily. "He grows more impatient every year." They said with a shake of their head.

“I doubt he’s been truly successful in any of his endeavors,” General Guaor hummed back. She was one of the older demons of the bunch, holding her title for a few decades after her father’s retirement. “But I have heard his recent attempted conquest is a rare beauty.”

Than'asul set down her glass and leaned back in her chair, her scarlet eyes watching the general with curiosity. "What had you heard, Guaor?" She asked curiously, the pair of them were the longest standing of the group, and fast friends when Guaor had stepped up into the role of general.

“Best guess is it’s a demon from another ring, the staff says they’re damn near angelic,” she said with a sigh before taking a drink. “Wasted on the warden if that’s true.”

A smile quirked at the edge of her lips. "One could say that." She hummed, pouring herself a drink. "But the Mender has paid a visit to Ak'thral." The fine drink warmed her throat like the breath of a great dragon as she let the news sink in for her fellow generals.

Xamar found himself unable to move, an angel under the warden's house? This he could have never predicted, but suddenly the news from a few days ago of an angel falling onto the disputed border within the city, everything lined up, and the Mender would never make a visit like that unwarranted. "Has he said anything to any of us? I couldn't imagine a conquest such as that something he could keep quiet about."

“He’s said fuck all to me,” Ragurne, replied, gripping his glass ever tighter. “I bet he’s stayed quiet because he fears a challenger for the bird.”

Valde’an rolled their eyes. “I’d bet it’s because it will take him so long to finish the job that he needs a head start before challengers arrive to have a fair chance.”

Than'asul sighed and nodded in agreement. "If anyone were to be told first, it would have been myself, but he had been tight lipped. I assume the fallen one is badly damaged, the Mender returned yesterday, and the day before at the very least."

"They must still have their wings." Xamar said almost idly, deep in thought. This could change things drastically if he was not careful. If the Warden was able to corrupt an angel with power it could ascend him to a greater rank, pulling him farther from Xamar's grasp. The thought made him grip his glass tighter.

“Clearly, otherwise The warden wouldn’t bother. No warden has time to bother with a true fallen,”. Gauor said with a heavy sigh. “This is going to be trouble whatever way it goes, don’t you agree Xamar?”

"Undoubtedly, I could not think of a more ill-equipped warden to handle an affair like this, he babbles under pressure from other wardens, what would he possibly do if a keeper took notice?" He pointed out with a tactful glance around at his fellow generals. While he was one of the newest, and the most contested by some of them at his first arrival, he had proven himself to be worthy of the role in their collective eyes.

“That kind of power doesn’t belong in a fool’s hands.” Valde’an agreed with a sigh. “I would be surprised if he survives a week after the news fully breaks.” She said as she picked at her nails.

“So what are we to do about it? Personally I don’t wish to see my territory fall due to another warden’s take over.” Guaor said with a sigh.

"For now, we should let things lie quietly, the worst thing to happen would be if the news spread too quickly. If anything, the angel is under sanctuary now, it would be a cursed act for another demon to take them now." Xamar said, finishing his drink and setting it down on the table. "We will wait, and then, if necessary, we will plan to protect Ak'thral's wardenship to keep our territories."

Than'asul dipped her head in agreement, there was an understanding in her eyes that sung to her wisdom, as if she sensed what was coming.

“I’d hate to see the bastard keep an Angel,” Ragurne muttered over another long drink. “I mean he didn’t even earn his wardenship, and now he gets to claim wings for himself? Fate loves to wipe his ass for him.”

"I suspect that he'll grow tired of them if he can't corrupt them quickly." Valde'an said with a roll of their eyes. "He's a flighty demon, and he knows his power is limited beyond the title. Once others begin to take notice he's failing, someone else will likely make an offer if anything." Their tail flicked in annoyance at the whole affair.

"We will see what the coming weeks will bring." Than'asul said, looking over the other demons. "We are not only the holders of territory under Ak'thral, but we are pieces of his council, if he holds any wisdom at all, he will confide in us quickly, once the flames have settled."

“Doubtful.” Guaor replied. “We all know he holds little stock in our opinion, we are simply there to do his job for him and clean up any messes he’s left behind. He’s making a mess now, he won’t call on us until it’s time to clean it.”

Xamar let the other generals continue on, but his mind was running through what this meant for him. He couldn't afford to slow down even for a moment now, not at risk of even more eyes being on the warden and himself. An angel in the territory meant trouble, or opportunity in the right hands.

***

Days ticked away slower and slower for the Angel as his healing progressed. The first week flowed like water, and now the second was more like mud. Taahir wished they could sleep through it all. The slow aches of pain that washed through his body now were dull but persistent. His company couldn’t communicate with him, and his wealth of books had begun to run dry. He had even taken to the slow work of translating infernal novels to celestial a word at a time, just to make the too long days go by faster. Time lingered in the hells, days stretched hours longer than they did in the heavens, and the ever burning heat didn’t let him forget that fact.

Today was like any other. He awoke to stillness and he pulled a book into his lap to read.

The unending bustle of the city below still kept him company, a large expansive market had been arranged for the day, this was the second of this scale that Taahir had seen, it was easy enough to assume it was a regular occurrence for the demons below. His reading, though, was cut short by a curt knock at the door, Mesohphelus right on time as he had grown used to.

“Good morning Rghktahn ,” Taahir said with a respectful tip of his head. They had come to find peace in the demon’s visits. It was far better than the unending stillness of the day, and they were decent company unlike the staff that couldn’t understand a word he said.

"Good morning," they greeted as they stepped inside, closing the door behind them. "You did not sleep well." They noted a touch bluntly at they looked her over. There was something of a charm to them, how they took their work seriously, but still seemed to hold a genuine kindness in the way they regarded her.

“I haven’t the past few days,” she replied plainly as she set aside her book. “Your days last too long and your nights are somehow too short,” she said with a soft sigh.

"Our nights and days matter less than in your plane, yes." They agreed as they went to unpack their things. "Has breathing grown easier for you yet?" The hit air had laid heavy in the bottom of Taahir's lungs for the first few days, like it was revolting against his very being. But, since then, he had grown more adjusted.

“Slowly, but it still takes effort,” he admitted as he leaned back against the headboard. “I worry how much my lungs might struggle when I am allowed activity again.”

"The adjustment takes years for some angels, but most I have known do find in time they can manage fine." Mesohphelus assured as they began to unbandage and inspect his broken arm. The pale skin had turned a mix of greens and blues, with yellow along the edges of the worst damage. Taahir had never seen such a lasting wound on any angel, much less himself. "You are healing very well though, it is time to remove your stitches." They noted as they took out a few of their instruments and prepared a fresh set of bandages.

“It looks terrible,” he grimaced as he watched them prepare, letting his arm rest in his lap. “It doesn’t even look like skin anymore, it’s horrible,” he said as he couldn’t help but stare. Pain was a near foreign concept in the heavens, the Angels healed swiftly, and few things in the clouds could hurt them, so the slow drudgery of recovery was wholly new.

"The miracle of a living body is in a few weeks, all of this will be faded away." They hummed as they to to work, carefully snipping and pulling away the neat stitches, much to Taahir's surprise, they did not hurt to be pulled free, but he could see that faint scar from the operation still needed more time to heal.

“I am thankful for that at least,” he said softly as he watched Mesohphelous work. “I am beginning to run out of books I’m afraid,” he hummed as he patiently waited for the demon to finish. “And the warden paid me a visit.”

They paused for a moment, hands stilling before they continued again. "I told him not to do so." They said plainly, disapproving in their voice. "What did he say?" The stitches had been pulled away and replaced with a salve that left his skin feeling cooler to the touch.

“He played host for the most part, but failed in being hospitable,” Taahir replied as he looked down at the paste. “Am I still not allowed to move my arm, or is it finished healing?”

"You have a long way to go yet, the flesh has healed, but bone takes longer." They explained as they began to wrap his arm in fresh bandages. The demon was always very patient when discussion Taahir's questions, there was no assumptions laid on him to understand what he had never been exposed to before. "You must let it rest, for at least another few weeks." They added as they worked. "What did he offer you?"

“He didn’t offer me anything, he just asked if I needed anything. I asked for a tutor in infernal,” she replied, wincing ever so slightly as the bandage was wound. “Thankfully he has honored my request.”

"Good," The wrappings were finished and the splints were returned to his arm. Mesophelus' brow was pinched, deep in a thought they decided not to share with Taahir. "I am keeping your arm braced so you are free to move the rest of yourself without fear of breaking your arm again, the bones are set but fragile at this stage."

“Well thankfully for you, with my wings in their current state it’s not like I am able to really do more than sit and read, so there’s not much I can do to break it again,” She said with a soft sigh. Her wings were still stuck outstretched, a mess of splints and pins sticking out amongst the remaining convert feathers to keep the shattered bones in place. The wings of the fallen took far longer to heal than any other bone, truly needing the heavens to help the process along for it to happen with any speed.

They nodded, finishing with their arm and doing a look over their tattered wings. "Yes, you said you were running out of books? I will bring you more." They said, offering him a bit of a smile. "A fulfilled mind will make the healing go faster."

“It will,” he agreed with a soft sigh. “If you have anything on demon society I would be truly grateful to you. I find myself even more out of my depth than I originally believed. It’s so different from the heavens, there’s far more interactions—mobility of your castes, long held traditions that aren’t even close to ours. They teach you that the hells are our mirror, but it’s not true past the first pages of any honest book on the subject.”

"No, I have found that at some point long ago, our two planes diverged greatly from one another." They agreed as they finished their work, packing up their supplies once again. "I have always been fascinated by the rigidity of the heavens, books here do not suffice just as how I assume it is for you with the hells. I will find you some more to read on the subject, though once your infernal tutoring begins, I expect you will have many more opportunities open for your exploration."

“That is my hope as well, I can only assume the writings in celestial are limited at best,” he replied with an understanding smile. “If you are curious of the heavens, I would be willing to answer any questions you might have—I was a Baron so I was granted more knowledge than those below me, I think it would be useful in your line of work to know more.”

At that, a curious smile found their features. "I would, I have spent a long time learning, but my research is neverending." They admitted. "The heavens themselves don't offer themselves up willingly to me all that often."

“Well I didn’t expect them to, it’s not like we have visitors to the cloud tops. Sometimes we get a stray planar wanderer, but outside of that, I haven’t heard of us truly reaching out for connections,” she explained as she leaned back into the pillars. “I’m curious what of us have you learned thus far?”

"Eleven books worth, though it still feels as if I'm only scratching the surface of something immeasurable." They replied honestly. "Mostly from the accounts of those like you, the ones I tend to when they arrive. Many share their stories, what brought them here, and I learn. It wasn't until I first walked among your people that I truly began to understand how different we were." They met her eyes, as if they were trying to read her. Was Mesohphelus implying they had been to the heavens?

“You’ve been in the cloudtops before? I’ve never heard of a demon being invited to join us above.” She said softly, her thoughts racing slightly as she tried to process all of this. “Who housed you, during your visit—which principality?”

"Justice, primarily, you could imagine why they might be the most willing." They answered honestly as they regarded her. "They keep my visits a quiet thing, their reasoning being that they do not want to disturb the peaceful population, though I know well enough that most are not even aware demons can enter the heavens."

“I knew it was a possibility, historically we have discussed treaties and such on the cloud top, but those have largely gone undisputed so there was no need to welcome infernal beings to the cloud top. I am surprised to hear you’ve been able to visit more than once—what grants you such access? According to my reading you have the traits of peasantry, unless you are hiding a true form.” She rambled on as she tried to wrap her head around the new information.

They smiled a bit, amused yes, but patient all the same as she was beginning to understand the hells. "Have you read of offerings yet?" The question did not come from a place of judgment, they only sought to open doors for the ones they tended to.

“I have read a chapter on them, but I do not understand why they are so necessary in a household? I cast no judgment—it just seems to be a display of lust, excess, and pride for your noble classes.” He said as his brows knit together.

"Perhaps some time walking amongst demons will help you see beyond the texts, as walking amongst angels did for me." They said with a slight smile. "Sometimes it takes experience to really understand a world so totally opposite in so many ways." They made a point to finally close their bag, standing up from the stool they had pulled over.

“Of course,” he said with a polite tip of his head. “Thank you again for your work and patience Rghktahn, it is truly appreciated in my time of need.”

"Thank you in turn for your company, it is a privilege to be of service." They hummed in reply, dipping their head to him as they went to leave. "I wish you luck with your lessons, I have been told it is... a chore to learn." They added with some hint of amusement as they stepped out.

Taahir smiled slightly at that, maybe he would find a friend in the hells after all.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #ao3 writer #demon oc #angel oc #heightsofthehells #original character #writing #chapter 2 #slow burn romance #beta reader

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nihilisticgenesis · 8 months

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Here Lies Caine - The Mun

Name: Caine Age: 27 Pronouns: He/They Timezone: US Central Time

Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is Caine as I said. I'm pretty new to the whole cannon rp/tumblr rp scene so please bare with me if I'm a little extra anxious and quiet. I'm still working my way through trigun maximum I am a slow reader. Legato's a dark character and I like darker things but I just want to say that I also REALLY enjoy chatting and doing fun silly stuff too! So I hope the tone of this little set up doesn't scare anyone off.

I tend to prefer longer para rps, however short chat-style rps are also welcome though sometimes I can get a little stuck on what they'd actually say lol. I also really enjoy linking music to my posts when I find it pertinent! Its not required to listen but it would make me very happy.

If you see me doing anything that's not cool or something, let me know about it in dms! Or if you have any tips and suggestions on how to like... function on tumblr would be appreciated~

Discord will be available to mutuals upon request in the future, as it is the easiest way to get ahold of me.

If at any time you want to cause harm or like sort of metagame damaging a muse of mine, don't worry about it! Just do it! Beat them up they usually deserve it! Rolling with the punches is super fun! As long as it is in good will and not a creepy sort of thing I guess, but like I'll let you know if one of my boundaries is crossed y'know? That being said no psychic/telekenetic powers will be used vs muses unless we talk about it! Its one thing to say "He pushes X to the ground and grapples him" and an entirely different thing to literally take agency away from someone else's character and I don't vibe with that.

Triggers: Not many to speak of but Gaslighting, and NICHE body horror are squicks. [and i'm not talking about the bodyhorror in trigun so we good lol]

The Blue Wind of Death - The Muse

Name: Legato Bluesummers Age: Around 27-30 ; Birthdate unknown Height: 5'8" [173 cm] Gender: Cis Male [he/him] Species: Modified Human Sexuality: Asexual Occupation: Un-numbered Gung-ho Gun [assassin] Weapons: Wires contained within a skull shaped torture device on his left shoulder. Abilities: Telekenesis, Psychic Visions

Legato is a mysterious man who was at one point saved spared by the angel millions knives. This single act would change the course of legato's life from then on, instilling him a blind devotion towards fulfilling said angel's every desire, to see a world for plants blossom from the soil, and to end the era of man once and for all.

Legato harbors no love for humanity, including himself. He has seen its depths and has accepted every rotten truth they made for themselves, and has chosen his path accordingly. It was a plant who had broken him free, the light in his dismal existence, and in his mind it only makes sense that it shall be them who inherit the earth.

After all what good has humanity even done? Live another day just to hurt each other again? Drain their home dry and then have the audacity to beg god for a second chance and kill another?

Resolved he will take on the visage of all humanity's darkest truths, and spread the blessed gospel of the twin angels, through blood, betrayal, and hurt. Just as it was shown to him.

Themes: Religious Guilt ; Repressed Trauma ; Nihilism ; Revenge ; Self-Hate ; Personal Acceptance ; Humanity ; Metamorphosis ; Psychic Visions ; Locked Cages ; Trapped ; Cannibalism ; Body Horror ; Torture + Manipulation ; Falling Through the Cracks ; In ability to Heal ; Getting a little too silly and getting put in timeout

[ Disclaimer: phew legato is kinda a dark character when you write it out like that huh.... please still feel free to take things in a lighthearted direction lol I PROMISE its possible. ]

#//ooc//#[midsummer blues ; legato info]#[genesis ; intro]

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dove-does-tarot · 10 months

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Ooh thanks! (Had to resend since I was gonna help with a wiki link but tumblr said nah not allowed)

A romantic reading like what you did is fine :) His name is Wanderer aka man of Many Names ™️ he was one of my favorites since the launch of the game. Very good and deep character, must protecc ⚔️

Looking forward to that Floyd fic 👀👀👀 he was my first favorite twin then that shifted, then back to Floyd, now I’m stuck between the two of them lol (“both, both is good” ™️)

I definitely don’t have a thing for intelligent or tragic gremlins pssss no of course not…..

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Oof, I feel ya; I just love all of the fish mafia dearly, even though they are shady bastards. Currently, though Floyd is my fav since he was the only SSR that I have from them; awful Gacha luck. And for the Floyd fic it'll be on my writing blog; da-birb-writes-sometimes.

I am familiar with Wanderer *proceeds to sing Bohemian Rhapsody while shuffling /hj* Lemme see what I can do for ya, 🪼. And don't worry about links, I'm used to hunting down info.

Content Warning; spiders... again, touching on past trauma (Wanderer 100%, but also possibly you? You don't have to disclose that info btw)

Their Energy

Spider; this is more so a vibe than the actual card's meaning. I know of the lore, so the spider with its web and the strings attached feels correct given his past. He may also feel like he's trapped between what he knows and what remains to come to the surface. A creator.

What They Are In Need Of

Starfish; they need to realize what they want and put aside what others expect from them. They need positive friends and realize their inner beauty. They may feel empty when out of balance

The Vibe of the Relationship

Ten of Cups Reversed (Julnar the Sea Born); Letting go of dysfunctional family, leaving behind a broken home, of instability, conflict and neglect. I know this fits Wanderer TOO well, but this could also apply to you; again, take that with a grain of salt.

Strengths in the Relationship

Six of Swords Reversed (Danae and Perseus); Letting go of feeling trapped, of instability, abuse, and of unresolved issues. By leaving the past behind, a calm and promising future lies ahead. This could relate to Ten of Cups (R).

Needs Working On

Three of Cups Reversed (Apsara); Letting go of overindulgence, disintegrating bonds, gossip and isolation. Once those are overcome, the "good time" as the card puts it, will come.

Again, I see a lot of healing for both of you. It may be rocky at times, but once you realize what the past traumas are, the future would be bright. Please take him to therapy, please.

Unrelated, but I'm curious if you're a water sign or have any major water sign placements? Since the Suit of Cups and water-fixed cards have shown up a lot in your readings. It could just be me overthinking it though... Pisces? [bad at guessing people's signs]

Cards Under Cut cuz apparently spiders like you (sorry for the camera quality)

#🪼 anon #dove does tarot

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phidica · 2 years

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Great news for anyone who has been trying to use my tags masterlist lately (it’s here if you haven’t seen it): I have fixed the links! I guess at some point while I wasn’t looking, Tumblr actually fixed their technical restriction that meant tags used hyphens for spaces, and thus every link I had that put hyphens in for all the spaces was just completely ass-broken. Awesome save, Tumblr, very cool

Imo they should have just left it as it was but, if I had to guess, they wanted to change it because too many users were (I suppose reasonably) trying to use hyphens in their tags and running into the issue that they can’t navigate to them later. I’m probably in the minority of users who ever actually noticed that restriction existed and actively developed a system to work around it, lol. So, oh well. I’m assumedly also in the minority of users who are able to copy their blog pages out to a text editor in HTML and use regular expressions to fix the links automatically, so it works out

#OC post #Meta

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captorations · 6 years

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The Signs As Random Wikipedia Articles

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Avery & Son Leiborn: Prague Zoo Leittarius: One L Lepia: Maryland Terrapins women's basketball Leza: Travel Trendz Lega: Esteban Loaiza Lelo: List of foreign observers of Russia Lecer: Sebastián Arrieta Lemino: Legislative districts of Cotabato Leus: Ward Valley Lerist: Roy Curry Lesci: Ollie Johnson (basketball, born 1949) Lenius: Epifanio Comis Leicorn: Namgen Leittanius: Bristol Crown Court Lepo: Vladimir Cruz Lera: Public float Lego: Chi Kraeng District Virgo: Sturisoma frenatum Virlo: Henley Rural District Vircer: White Oak, Ritchie County, West Virginia Virmino: Ribes watsonianum Virus: Westwood (subdivision), Houston Virist: Strâmbișoara River Virsci: John Merritt (baseball) Virnius: Bras d'Eau National Park Viricorn: Masarjawaih Virittanius: Guatemalan Act Virpio: Don Fumino Virra: Chymase Virga: James Steel House Viro: Seychelles Marketing Board Vircen: Zend Framework Virmini: Idol Camp Virus: Open Books & Records Viries: Inner Banks Virsces: Chronica Gallica of 511 Virrius: Murzynowiec Leśny Viriborn: The Mute of Portici (1922 film) Virittarius: Jenny Laird Virpia: Abe Manley Virza: Flag of Merionethshire Libra: John Gallagher (rugby league) Ligo: Subaru G Liblo: Funky Miracle Licer: List of current standing members of the National People's Congress Limino: 42nd Saturn Awards Libus: Mary Cuddie Librist: Daxing Line, Beijing Subway Libsci: Takehiko Shinjō Libnius: Lachhi (1949 film) Libicorn: Harold Gillies Libittanius: Paulo Miklos Lipio: Da Ya Think I'm Sexy? Libza: Aston Business School Liga: Xestia badicollis Licen: Arrow Creek (Fergus County, Montana) Limini: M. 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McMichael Caprisces: Luke Doran Capririus: Raees Dynasty Aquarius: Alina Vergara Aquiborn: Tristan Tafel Aquittarius: Barthélémy Djabla Aquapia: M'hamed Bougara University of Boumerdès Aquaza: Now Jub Aquaga: Bill Morris (basketball) Aquo: Thomas M. Carlson Aquacen: Sassona Norton Aquamini: La Hoya, Alava Aquiun: Mount Antero Aquaries: Haute-Vigneulles Aquasces: Mahmud Nedim Pasha Aquanius: A Certain Magical Index: The Movie – The Miracle of Endymion Aquicorn: WBZG Aquittanius: Scarborough Formation Aquapio: Louit Aquara: Astra Edwards Aquago: Glochidion moonii Aqualo: San Diego High School (Texas) Aquacer: Richmond Town Hall Aquamino: Manuel Zarzo Aquius: Pectinivalva gilva Aquarist: Mirusha Park Aquasci: 2006 PBA Philippine Cup Pisces: Rillettes Pirius: Taihei Imamura Piborn: Human Flame Pittarius: Hoover Cyclecar Pipia: Triplostephanus hoaraui Piza: Gmina Zalewo Piga: Qatar at the Paralympics Pio: Emmanuel College, University of Queensland Picen: Kılıçkaya Pimini: Jauni Piun: Ventura County Fusion Piries: Jalan Bota Kiri Pisci: Inquisitor hormophorus Pinius: Wiraqucha (Junín) Picorn: Brian Ross (footballer) Pittanius: Dicranopteris Pipio: Génova, Quetzaltenango Pira: You Were Meant for Me (film) Pigo: Anita Municipal Airport Picer: Desmia validalis Pimino: Selfors Pius: Timaru District Pirist: All India Kashmiri Samaj

#i'm fucking pissed i spent like a week carefully linking every single one but apparently it doesn't work #i guess it was too many links? or tumblr is just broken #homestuck #hiveswap #true sign #the signs as

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talkfantasytome · 2 years

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Hi,

Nesta finding out she's pregnant and then telling Cass or Nessian being parents

Aw, so sweet! 🥺 I have two separate fics that have Nesta telling Cassian: "Just Open It" and "My Candy: Part 1". They're on my masterlist (I can't link at the moment cause then tumblr will keep me from the tags 😒). So, I'll go the other route!

Also, fun fact, I have been working slowly on a Nessian kid fic, so maybe get excited for that? Though it will be a bit...different. 👀 But a kid will be heavily involved. lol We'll see when it comes, but it's going to be a while. Definitely not until @c-e-d-dreamer has finished hers. 😄

"And, with the curse broken, the land flourished, and the entire kingdom lived happily ever after."

"Yay," Eirena cooed, her body curled up against Nesta's.

Cassian couldn't help but smile as he watched his two girls from the open door to his daughter's room.

He stayed leaning against the doorway as his daughter requested, "Another?"

"No, baby, it's time for bed," Nesta sighed. "But I'll read you another tomorrow night, okay?"

Eirena pushed her bottom lip out in a pout. "Two tomorrow!"

"We'll see. If you get ready for bed earlier, you can have two. Okay?"

"Okay!"

Cassian chuckled at the thoughtless promise. Eirena hated getting ready for bed, always trying to delay it as long as possible. Then again, the main way they finally would get her into her pajamas and brushing her teeth was the threat of not getting a story. So maybe this promise would get her ready earlier than normal.

Guess they'd find out tomorrow just how much like her mother Eirena is.

"Daddy! You're gonna tuck me in, too, right?!"

His eyes snapped toward the wide, blue-grey ones watching him, and he flashed her a big smile. "Of course little bat."

He walked toward the bed as Nesta started to detangle herself from their daughter. She stood just as he reached them, putting the book away on the overflowing shelf. Cassian had no idea that many children's books even existed, but Nesta had ensured they'd never have to read the same story to their daughter unless she wanted them to.

Eirena snuggled lower in her bed. Cassian bent over and grabbed the covers, pulling them up so they were over her full torso.

"You'll read one of my stories tomorrow, daddy," she demanded softly.

"He can read both, if you'd prefer," Nesta laughed, brushing her fingers through Eirena's golden brown hair. It was the exact shade of Nesta's, just like her eyes, and Cassian loved it.

"No! One from each!"

Cassian and Nesta both huffed out a laugh, their eyes meeting. Her gaze was so bright the grey looked almost silver, and Cassian felt his breathing hitch.

"One from each it is," Nesta agreed. She leaned over and gave Eirena a soft kiss on the forehead. "Good night."

"Night mommy."

Cassian followed Nesta's movements, kissing Eirena's soft skin. "Good night, little bat."

"Good night daddy," she yawned, burying her head further into her pillow.

Standing, Cassian held out his hand for Nesta. She took it, entwining their fingers as they started out the room, turning together at the door and looking back at Eirena one last time as Cassian slowly flipped the light off. Her pegasus night light created a soft, blue glow on her face.

The both stood there for an extra minute, Cassian letting go of Nesta's hand to wrap his arm around her waist and hold her close. "We did pretty good, didn't we?"

"We did," Nesta agreed leaning in to him, resting her head against his torso and keeping her eyes on their daughter. "Think we could do it again?"

Cassian's lips curved upward, his smile spreading into a massive grin as he asked, "Do you want to try?"

She finally turned her face to look up at him. "Yeah, I do."

His joy couldn't be contained as he leaned in and kissed Nesta, his smile getting in the way. But Nesta didn't seem deterred. Not as she lifted her hands to the nape of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him back.

Pulling away, Cassian gave a low chuckle and suggested, "Wanna start now?"

"No time like the present," she said back with an enchanting smirk.

With a quick kiss, Cassian quickly looked back to Eirena, finding her already asleep, and then shut her door softly. Taking Nesta's hand again, he led her to their room for what was sure to be a wonderful end to another perfect night.

@live-the-fangirl-life @generalnesta @secretlovelybeauty @nestaisgod @julemmaes @boredserpent @autumnbabylon @lady-winter-sunrise @moodymelanist @sv0430 @nesquik-arccheron @gwynrielsupremacy @katekatpattywack @moonstoneriver77 @deedz-thrillerkilller16 @swankii-art-teacher @lemonade-coolattas @emily-gsh @my-fan-side @champanheandluxxury @sayosdreams @simpingfornestaarcheron @perseusannabeth @clemidansleschoux @meher-sumedha @labetenoir @vinylcryes @shinya-hiiragi @starryblueskies7 @the-key-to-me-myself-and-i @a-court-of-milkandhoney @pintas3107 @embersofwildfire @cannellefawn @superspiritfestival @aks18

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #nesta x cassian #nessian fic #cassian x nesta #original daughter #kid fic

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ryssbelle · 3 years

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Branching Timeline 5

It have return after a short break where I rested my wrist a bit more, this one see’s the return of my terrible writing as I didn’t want to bother my friend with reviewing it and editing it as they’re in school now and that’s far more important. They did give me some pointers from the last time tho so I tried to take that and smash it into my writing lol.

After this one ends the i guess Lanayru arc? It starts the quest for the sacred flames at least and we’re gonna only be focusing on the more important bits so of course there will be jumping around. Idk how much writing tho I’m hoping to try and branch out the comic formatting a bit so I can get some questing montages in lol and If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!

Also this is all going to loop back around to the first comic I made for this whole thing which I have linked as “Oops” all the time, though that comic is more comedic (and the events will continue to be) I want to get a little more actual serious tension in there at least as a before and after so ye, idk how many more of these theres gonna be my pane is to tackle the Ancient cistern, the Fire Sanctuary, Idk about that sand sea (because I don’t think there’s too much I would change or would be of note other than them making fun of tentalus)

When it comes to those things I’m only really tackling big changes and important story notes.

that being said lets get on with it shall we?

@tortilla-of-courage @attllhak @kerto-p

Part 1_ Part 2_ Part 3_ Part 4_Part 5 _Final Part (You are here!)

Oops

I shouldn’t have promised! (occurs before parts 1-6)

____ As always if you notice things seeming out of order please lmk Tumblr formatting sucks

The leap into the air was a tough one, mostly given that it wasn’t so much as a leap as it was being violently tossed into the sky. Link would’ve thought his grip on the sail cloth would’ve given out due to the speed at which he was shot up, not to mention the height. Still despite all that the feeling was absolutely exhilarating, he was so caught up in the adrenaline he barely noticed when he’d broken the cloud barrier. If it hadn’t been for the view of Skyloft in the distance he would’ve fallen all the way back down, though he wouldn’t mind another trip up, he was too busy to mess around. Link let out a sharp whistle, unlike the events that started this whole mess, Link’s loftwing caught him in no time at all. The rush of being back in the sky was almost euphoric, the wind blowing through his hair, the warmth of his loftwing against the cold of the high atmosphere. The sun, clearly visible above the cloud barrier, beating down on his cheeks. Oh how Link had missed the sky. The crazy dives and flips he would do just for the sake of fun, exploring the many islands that littered the domain he called home. Link couldn’t wait to go home. His true home in Skyloft, the people he missed, the sights, and smells.

“Master Link,” Fi called from behind him, her form appearing in front of his loftwing miraculously keeping up with them. “I suggest getting your injury assessed by a medical professional once you’ve landed in Skyloft, as the damage done by the Demon Lord Ghirahim seems to have worsened since your battle with The Imprisoned.” Link swallowed a lump in his throat, the excitement he felt diminished replaced by a deep anxiety. He merely nodded to her, he could tell she knew something was wrong despite the constant absent look on her face yet she didn’t say anything more. With Fi now back in the sword he continued his flight back to his home, relief slowly masking the anxiety as Skyloft came into view.

Though he was expecting a welcome, Link wasn’t expecting one so warm, and so very loud. People crowded around him, each one inspected him to make sure he was okay, to make sure he was real. Some expressed disbelief, admitted to him that they hadn’t believed Zelda had found him, nor that he was actually alive. Link couldn’t blame them. Had he been in their position he may have thought the same, heck if Ghirahim had his way they would’ve been right!

Link tried to wade through the crowd, but found himself met with the faces of his classmates from the academy. Fledge ran to him first, out of breath as he was, the young man squeezed Link tightly. Link thanked the Goddess that the poor boy had little to no strength or that might’ve knocked the wind right out of him! Link was confronted next by Pipit who was overjoyed to see him in good health, as far as he could tell at least, the upperclassman did, however, comment on Link’s outfit. Pipit noted some of the items the hero was wearing resembled the ones that had gone missing a few days prior during Zelda’s last visit to Skyloft. Link tried not to think too much about it…

Karane had not been as loud or as smothering as the others, Link could, of course, see the worry that laid behind her eyes. She, like the other Skyloftians, gave him a once over with her eyes, a relieved sigh left her as she finally broke down about how worried she had truly been for him. For Zelda. Link was touched to find out how much his classmates had truly cared about him, even if in his heart of hearts he’d already known. It’s always nice to get a confirmation, you know? Even Cawlin and Stritch seemed to be relieved to see them as much as they blamed him for Zelda and Groose leaving Skyloft, and they were half right. As much as he protested, as he told his classmates he was in a hurry, he couldn’t stop them from dragging him into the dining hall. Henya looked the most surprised, and the most relieved, to see Link. She cooked them a grand meal, all around the table Link and his classmates chatted, they interrogated Link about his journey so far. They asked why Zelda wasn’t with him. They asked him if he was going to stay. Link answered the best he could, he omitted a few details he knew would upset them. When things had finally calmed down, Link sought a bit of privacy in his room, a room he hadn’t seen in what felt like years. He locked the door behind him. The familiar air of the room filled his lungs, as musty as it was now that it had been vacant for so long. Light dust covered the surface of his desk, his bed frame had the same issue. Link realized if he wanted to sleep without issue he’d most likely have to beat the dust off his pillow and blankets as well as clean off the more affected surfaces. He let his mind wander for a moment, he wondered if Zelda’s room had the same issue..

Link shook his head, he shouldn’t.. Though the thought of a hassle free rest did sound nice he couldn’t invade Zelda’s space like that. Even if he was just going to sleep in her bed. His mind went to Groose’s bed next but the same issue that plagued his mind with Zelda’s room came up there. Instead he subjected himself to clean the dust off the desk, to beat it from his pillows and blankets. He wiped down the bed frame already feeling the exhaustion from his day weigh down on his shoulders.

Link hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he heard the angry chimes from the Goddess Sword that beckoned him awake. He pulled his face from his pillow, the rag he’d used to wipe down his bed still clutched in his right hand. Link tossed it aside and let out a yawn as he got yet another reminder from Fi to get his injury looked at by a medical professional, which he’d forgotten to do the day prior. Reluctantly he made his way back out to Skyloft, both to receive treatment and to finally begin his journey. The doctor he spoke to had nothing nice to say about the injury itself, and to be fair Link couldn’t blame them. This had been the first time he’d actually seen it, it stretched across his chest, parts of it were wide, the whole injury was jagged, it seemed to branch off. The small branches reached to infect the rest of him, or so it seemed. It was painful to touch, the pain lessened after a quick clean and some medicine, yet there was still a dull ever present aching. Link was told there was nothing the doctor could do due to the unknown nature of the injury, he was given a few bottles of healing salve and instructed to pick up a few potions from Luv. Neither of them knew if that would help.

Link spent the rest of his time in Skyloft trying not to think of the injury, he tried to pay attention to the task at hand. Though his thoughts were still ever occupied by the image of the injury, the doctors inability to help, the uncertainty that surrounded it. The more he thought about it the more his mind drifted back to that moment. The moment Link had pushed Zelda out of the way, the white hot pain that seared through him as Ghirahim’s blade cut cleanly through his skin. Link squeezed his eyes shut willing the thoughts away, pushing them deep down hopefully never to resurface ( to plague him in his nightmares).

When his eyes opened he found himself in the Isle of Song, Fi instructing him on Farore’s courage, instructing him on dowsing and how it worked.

“Thank you,” was all he could muster, Fi giving a nod almost as if she knew he hadn’t paid attention yet she ignored that fact. Zelda would know what to do of course. She always had. Fi now, once again, back in the sword Link did his best to follow what little instruction he heard. Heading back to Faron once more, he bid his farewell to Skyloft, to the people he didn’t have the chance to wish farewell before. Link knew he’d see them all again but it still felt bittersweet to say goodbye, even if just for a short time. Even with this bittersweet apprehension he was excited.

He couldn’t wait to see Zelda again.

#branching timeline #surface too soon au #surface too soon #skyward sword #skyward sword hd #skyward sword spoilers #sshd spoilers #featuring me not knowing how to write certain sections #also me not knowing how to write Fi #not just cuz I struggle with writing more robotic characters #like i know what they would say and how they would act i just struggle with putting it on paper #but for a plot reason lol #so im just having her not talk for now #Idk if you noticed but i also struggled with how to finish the writing lol #but enough about my struggles #i loved drawing link and zelda being cute #i always do because #i believe in skyward sword zelink supremacy #and groose is coming around #Link being very patronizing to him also #cuz I fully believe the 'nice hair' comment before the wing ceremony in game #was Link just patronizing him #tho i do think Link does think Groose's hair is nice #I'll also have you know during all 3 of my skyward sword play throughs #two wii vers and one switch #i always picked nice hair because I thought I was complimenting him and then I was always surprised when he thought i was mocking him #like no I love you groose

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thegeminisage · 3 years

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SPN MASTERPOST

this was originally a meta masterpost, but i actually have SO much meta the rest of my stuff (i have very little that’s NOT meta) got buried under it, so i decided to add all of that to this post too just so it’s all in one place. be sure to come back to the original post once in awhile, i will add more stuff as i make it! if you preferred the meta-only version you can probably find it in the notes but this original post is the one that will get updated.

FANFIC

to an angel, love & worship are the same thing - destiel, 10k. a homophobic 15.18 fix-it with no redeeming value. written & posted before the airing of 15.19/15.20 and eerily enough managed to guess many the major plot points anyway. what can i say, i'm a rock star.

broken road - destiel, 109k. [masterpost] [ao3] [story tag] [meta tag] [fanworks/inspo tag] [memes tag] a 14.13 lebanon fix-it/rewrite that actually attempts to address the abuse. john comes back to life instead of being pulled forward through time, which means he’s here to stay - despite not knowing that his wife is alive, that his sons are raising the antichrist, that dean and castiel are in a tentative new relationship, OR that dean said yes to michael...and time is running out on how long dean can keep an archangel caged inside him.

@cambionverse (cowritten with @callowyn) - gen, 215k. [tumblr masterpost] [ao3 link] a multi-fic series about the adventures of jesse turner, ben braeden, claire novak, & other assorted minor characters as they team up to search for the missing sam, dean, & castiel, battle meg, the new queen of hell, to protect the seals on lucifer’s cage, and explore the humanity of monsters, and the monstrosity of humans. this is probably the best thing i have ever or will ever produce. i know how dumb the concept sounds, but EVERYONE who tries it likes it. can you say that about any other fanfic?

MISC

favs are bolded for this section <3

“BROKEN ROAD CINEMATIC UNIVERSE”

john & dean spotify playlist

john & dean graphic to submersed’s “hollow”

graphic about the winchesters cleaning up messes

VIDEO EDITS

“skyfall” over the season 8 finale of the angels falling (not to sound self-important but this one fucks)

3.15 with “oh deanna”

dean bullriding to allie x’s “bitch”

OTHER

giant spn skip/watch list (yes, i will add s15 one day)

spn uquiz - can you tell fake spn from real spn?