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beelsjuicytitties · 8 months

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Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly.

You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

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Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

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The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders.

"How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered.

"I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you."

Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC."

"Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face.

"My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy." You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back.

"Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me."

"Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight.

"And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face.

"I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

"That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other.

#solomon #solomon x reader #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #obmswd #lowkey forgot how to tag this sorta thing lmao #adrians writing #not q'd #late night posting again bcz im nervous haha #i want to write more and then. actually post it here #have a couple other fics i can post but extra nervous bcz theyre about my mc rather than reader insert #also might rewrite my first obm fic at some point

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Allow me to slide this on here, what if the obey me demon brothers had an mc who uh- kind of has a nicotine addiction and is desperately trying to get help. The only problem is they see it everywhere because it's so popular- HHHHH no need to do this, I don't mind :)

Hello, I might not make a part 2 since I'm too lazy unless someone requests it. Bye 😋

And sorry 😅

Thank you for the idea! I'll try my best

(All of this is found on Pinterest so if the original owner didn't post this from Pinterest then idk.)

How do the demon brothers react to Mc having a nicotine addiction

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

Lucifer

(Found it on Pinterest so idk if the true original art was from Twitter or something.)

The moment he learns about it, he will scold you so badly. Your addiction will turn to dust. Like literally.

Here's is literally what I imagine.

Lucifer: "MC! COME TO MY OFFICE. NOW."

Everyone: "OooOOoOo, someone's in trouble!"

Mc: "Stop acting like kids. You little pieces of shi-"

*later*

*lucifer throws a WHOLE HISTORY of reasons why you should stop using it."

And when you say you can't help it.

Welp, don't worry. You don't need to go to the doctor's for help. Beside your ears. Because, Luci is here! Scolding you every. Single. Time.

One time you tried to talk it out and saying "you look cute when your mad"

(...the pictures says it all)

The people in the background who saw it, and also do it, are also affected. Having nightmares of him beating their ass and scolding them for doing it.

Mammon

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

He would be baffled. If he sees you doing it multiple times, he just cries little tears saying,

"S- stop doing it! I don't wa- *hic* wanna see you dIeEeEEe!" (The picture is an ex. And also he searched on Google perhaps and see if it's bad and uhh....yeah. he just clicked on one random website and yeah. Imagine the rest)

You definitely took that image and made it stick into your memories now.

Then... an idea 💡 popped inside his head! What happens if he just sells it all? Great deal since it will or might stop your addiction since you don't have it AND! MONEY!! $$$ so now you have a demon who just steals it and sells it.

You just standing there like:....welp, I guess this can help. In a uh...money way. *ching ching*

Levi

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

Same thing as Mammon. Baffled. Like, excuse me? YOU COULD'VE SPENT THAT MONEY ON GAMES-

(Aggressive much)

He just makes you stay in his room to play games every time there's a free chance. He will even force you to sleep in his room with him.

Not thinking about where you're gonna sleep then it's just awkward seeing that you might have to sleep with him, because he doesn't have extra blankets and pillows. So it depends if you have a bigger or taller body than him then he's gonna sleep on top of you.

Satan

At first, he was concerned but he thinks that eventually, it will stop.

[It didn't.]

*later to our current position*

He would absolutely beat your ass. Get into his demon form and catch you with his tail, (picture is an ex.) Not letting go. If you still somewhat continue it, he will put a temporary curse that whenever you touch it. It. Will. Burn.

Yeah. So his wrath makes your addiction run away. 😋

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nickblaine · 1 year

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season 5 script summaries

links to previous script summaries: season 4, season 3, season 2, season 1, seasons 1/2 cont’d also, check my tht scripts tag for gifs, excerpts, and more details

i got the librarian’s email about season 5 scripts, and even though driving to and parking at WGAW has become a literal nightmare, i said fuck it and flew (crawled in traffic) down there the very next day. i wanted to see what the mood was like during the strike, anyway.

the staff had the library running business as usual, but the energy was high and there were pro-union shirts everywhere. there were a couple of guys on the first floor making literal piles of picket signs. i chatted with them for a minute and they said everyone was mostly out on the streets, picketing at every major studio in the city. rock on WGA ✊

i was on a time limit to beat rush hour, so when i read the season 5 scripts it was only Nick scenes. i searched for all instances of his name and wrote down everything i could. i may go back to read the rest of the season, but i can’t make any promises on when that will be.

before i begin (same as last time):

• everything described here is from the official scripts that are archived at the Writers Guild in Los Angeles. • the scripts i read are final drafts. there is no “writing in the margins.” everything described is from dialogue and script direction that was used on set. (click for an example) • the library has a strict no copies/photos rule in place which is why i summarize what i read. • anything in italics is a direct quote for the sake of clarity. • feel free to ask questions and i’ll answer to the best of my ability. my private notes are pretty detailed, but if i need to do more research i may save the answer for a future library visit. • please do not share this post without my permission. thank you in advance for respecting my wishes.

5x01 - Morning

Nick and Rose’s morning scene in this episode is more or less the same as this early script draft. The only difference is after Nick tells Rose her coffee is good, there’s an additional line that says: “It’s a lie, and they both know it. Rose appreciates the polite kindness.”

5x02 - Ballet

There was a short scene of Nick and Joseph Lawrence having a private chat at the airport before meeting with Serena Joy. It was cut from the episode, but you can see it in the trailer.

In this scene, Lawrence confides in Nick that he’s nervous about the meeting with Serena because - in his words - “You had to let your girlfriend go after Fred.”

Nick assures Lawrence that they’re going to spin it as a savvy political move by blaming the Americans for killing Fred. Lawrence still chastises him for not doing his job. Then the conversation pivots (a little clunkily) to this line from the trailer:

NICK: Serena doesn’t know what happened.

LAWRENCE: Doesn’t matter what she knows. It matters what she believes.

When they meet Serena on the tarmac, she instantly has suspicions that they were responsible for Fred’s death. The conversation is tense until they all see Fred’s body getting rolled off the plane, then Serena needles Nick’s guilt and pokes at it with her “Fred saw promise in you” speech.

As they are leaving the tarmac, there’s a line that says “Nick acknowledges Mark with a nod” and Lawrence notices it. In the episode you can see Nick and Mark exchange looks in the background as they leave, but otherwise Lawrence doesn’t notice.

At the Putnam’s party later in the episode, you may have noticed that after the Handmaids arrive, Esther and Nick share a notable look. The script describes this as a fraught moment in which Nick is filled with remorse and wishing he could do more. It also says Esther remembers Nick from when he and the Eyes arrested her, and she’s visibly pissed about it. As they walk away from each other, “Nick can’t help but be reminded of June.”

While Serena Joy is manipulating the Commanders into broadcasting Fred’s funeral, Nick steps in because he’s moved by her bravery and “attempting to atone for his hand in killing Fred.”

In the secret meeting between Nick and Mark there were a few cut lines of dialogue. Most notable is after Nick tells him he just tries to stay out of trouble, Mark replies, “Catches up to everyone, at some point.“

Opaque, Nick thinks about that. How long does he think he can keep going?

Ok, so the end of the episode when the funeral is on TV in Canada, I’m happy to report that Nick IS mentioned in June’s inner dialogue. The scene describes her recognizing who is onscreen with Serena. First she sees Lawrence, and then... “And finally, most painfully -- NICK.” (Yes, in all caps like that, lol.)

5x03 - Border

Cute June inner-dialogue when Lily asks her if Nick’s a big Jezebels guy: “June doesn’t know how to explain what type of “guy” Nick is.”

The awkward Lawrence residence dinner scene. Commander Mackenzie genuinely loves Rose (”old friend of the family”) and is instantly distrustful of Nick. Serena doesn’t buy Nick and Rose’s relationship as genuine either, and tries to subtly acknowledge Rose’s close relationship with June’s daughter’s parents by telling him how lucky he is. Nick is tense, but then his banter with Rose relaxes him, making Serena surprised to observe real affection in their relationship.

During the dinner itself, Mackenzie is just making everyone extremely uncomfortable by bringing up June. Nothing too interesting in the script here, it’s mostly just dialogue.

There is a cut line after dinner when Nick and Rose are leaving, and she says to him, “Well I wouldn’t say that’s the most relaxing dinner party I’ve ever been to.” (He responds “Yeah. No.”) Then he spots Mark all alone. Script says Rose understands what he’s about to do. “Nick squeezes her hand, then heads over to Mark.”

The script emphasizes here that Nick is unsure talking to Mark is a good idea, but he really wants to be the one to tell June about Rose before Serena does.

Mackenzie scares the shit out of him in this scene, and the “fuck” Nick mutters at the end was originally not spoken out loud (”OFF NICK, fuck.”) but I’m so glad it was.

Alright, phone call scene. One of our few big Osblaine moments!

NICK: June. Hi.

June suddenly feels like everything is going to be okay.

This scene is mostly dialogue. The final product is all the acting that goes into it. It does say Nick is stressed to relay upsetting information about Hannah and Rose. When June hears about Rose, she knew this was coming eventually, but it’s still a blow. It also describes how painful and hard this is for both of them. But at the end of the call, right after June tells Nick to be happy, is my favorite line in the whole script:

It’s an impossible ask, maybe, for these two to be truly happy without each other.

After the phone call, there is a cut scene between Nick and Rose where they simply look at each other.

Rose knows exactly who he was on the phone with, and what he said to her.

She looks worried for him, knowing it wasn’t easy.

He nods to her -- it’s done.

5x06 - Together

According to the script, Lawrence only invited Warren Putnam over to his house to get Nick on board with killing him. Warren repulses Nick so he’s down.

The next scene they’re in is when they execute Warren. (Such a good scene.) After Nick shoots him in the head, the script describes the camera hanging onto Nick and “his soldier’s stoicism.”

Then it cuts straight to Rose in the Blaine home. “She’s disappointed in him and he knows it.”

Now this scene threw me off. It’s written much differently than how Max acted it. Nick is actually a lot more warm toward Rose in the script, much like how all their previous scenes were. Several lines of Nick’s dialogue were changed (”Can I help?” became “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” onscreen) and his body language comes across way more cold and defensive than what’s described on paper.

As for Rose, she isn’t soothed by Nick’s assurances here. And that’s it for this episode.

5x08 - Motherland

New Bethlehem opens with another cut private moment between Lawrence and Nick.

Nick is brooding by the water, “still grappling with the moral and emotional consequences of shooting Warren in the head.” Lawrence finds him and tries to prod, but Nick gives him nothing.

LAWRENCE: You look a little more moody and broody than usual. Really, you sleeping okay?

NICK: I’m fine.

Lawrence moves on because they have work to do. He reminds Nick he’s counting on him.

Lawrence gives his New Bethlehem speech to the other Commanders. When one of them pushes back, “that’s the cue for Nick, the muscle. Enough carrots, time for sticks.”

After Nick bullies the Commanders and Lawrence consolidates his power, the script describes these two as a “dynamic duo” lol

Okay, brace yourselves, there’s a cut Osblaine scene up next. I had no idea this existed, I don’t think there are any shots of it in the trailer.

It takes place after June visits Serena in the detention center and realizes she can’t help Hannah unless she’s there. If you watch that part you will see her pull out Lawrence’s burner phone as she leaves. But instead of going to Lawrence’s office like she does in the filmed version, in the script she calls Lawrence and just says, “I want to talk to Nick.”

It cuts to the next night at the border wall between Gilead and Canada. June is waiting on the Canada side as flying drone searchlights swoop across the electrified fence. (All described in dramatic detail.) She sees Nick appear on the other side. They look at each other, waiting, and once the searchlights clear they move to meet each other at the fence.

JUNE: I need to know if this is for real. I need to know that Hannah and my family will be safe.

NICK: I know. You will be. I promise.

JUNE: How can you promise that?

NICK: Things are changing, people are scared of Lawrence. I’m in a position now where i can make sure you’ll be safe.

JUNE: I want to believe you.

NICK: June. You can finally be with Hannah, watch over her. Isn’t that what you always wanted?

She nods.

NICK (CONT’D): Then please. Come back.

“To me,” he means. June’s heart is torn.

At this point the searchlights return and they have to separate. This scene is written like a soap opera. “They can’t help but reach out to each other, almost brushing fingertips before they move apart and run back, escaping the lights.”

Photo of this scene from Max’s IG:

Later in the episode, Lawrence is back in New Bethlehem with Nick. Nick asks which way June is leaning and Lawrence says it’s toward yes. The script says here that Nick understands that Lawrence is trying to manipulate him, but he can’t help but be cautiously optimistic at the idea of having June and Nichole in New Bethlehem with him.

By the end of the conversation, Nick is “considering.”

5x09 - Allegiance

We’ll skip to 27 minutes into the episode, when June sits with Mark after the failed mission. Mark catches June off guard by bringing up Nick. She’s taken aback by the revelation that he turned down Mark’s offer, but Mark says she can still persuade him. The script says “June imagines the prospect of Nick in Toronto” which I think you can see pretty clearly on Lizzie’s face lol.

Then we cut to the big Osblaine reunion.

Lots of dramatic buildup in the script leading up to their conversation. I don’t know how to describe it other than to show you:

She looks toward the courtyard. And there he is --

NICK

Waiting for her. Strained.

JUNE

Takes a beat to soak him in. She gets out.

OUTSIDE

June approaches Nick, their eyes locked.

Like, damn. They love building tension with these two.

Anyway, dialogue proceeds as it does in the show. Nick tells June that his wife’s pregnant and June has the wind knocked out of her. She’s described as “appalled by Nick’s commitment to Gilead, but understanding of his loyalty to Rose and their future child.”

And then--

JUNE: I want what’s best for both our families.

They look at each other.

A giant chasm between them now. But they’ve shared so much. So much trauma. So much love. A daughter.

JUNE (CONT’D): Well. This is a fine mess, isn’t it?

This scene is once again described as painful for both of them. “She tries to keep it together. How can they part? How can they say goodbye?”

Before Nick says “I love you” he was supposed to wrap his arms around her, but in the final cut they keep their distance.

5x10 - Safe

Just wanna note that when Nick shows up on the bridge to meet Mark, it was originally written so American soldiers yank Nick out of his car, handcuff him, and drag him across the bridge to Mark. We were deprived.

Also the first thing out of Nick’s mouth here was supposed to be, “How is she?”

In the hospital, Mark is telling Nick what’s going on but, “Nick can’t even speak. Looking at June, with her black and blue eyes.”

Mark gets the hint and leaves Nick alone. An interesting thing to note is that the line “it’s probably better if she doesn’t know I was here” is NOT in the script. At all.

The rest of the scene is sweet and simple.

Nick crosses, sits beside June.

A beat. Nick takes her hand.

Says nothing as he watches her sleep.

And that’s it.

Mark and Nick’s second scene on the bridge is just as short and to the point. In fact it’s almost entirely dialogue, so the emotions you see onscreen came from acting and directing. The only notable difference here is when Mark tells Nick he could’ve run away with June, he was scripted to give actual examples of where. “Maybe not to Canada, but there are -- places you could’ve gone. Idaho, the Westward Territories.” (Hopefully foreshadowing lol.)

At the party, it is scripted that Rose tries to greet Nick when he arrives and he doesn’t even acknowledge her. Like she doesn’t even exist.

There isn’t much description to accompany the punch. There is a line that says if Nick wasn’t pulled off of Lawrence than he’d be happy to keep on whaling on him. It also describes Lawrence as “rattled” and Rose as “humiliated.”

At the train station, during June’s goodbye to Mark, she asks him to tell Nick that she and Nichole are safe as a nod to their phone call in episode 3. The only descriptive line here is, “A beat, as Mark clocks the deep and selfless connection between Nick and June.”

The final scene I have notes for is Nick and Rose’s breakup in jail.

There are a couple parts of their scripted conversation that didn’t make it onscreen. Starting with right after Rose tells him a good man wouldn’t leave his wife every time his girlfriend calls, Nick’s response was supposed to be, “she was almost killed.” Then Rose laments that she thought she was lucky that someone like [Nick] would deign to be with someone like [her.] Nick says, “I was the lucky one” and she tells him to shut up.

Then there’s the “You will never let go of her, will you?” line from the show. Nick explains that he tried, but Rose retorts with, “Who knows what that woman will bring to our door. I have to protect our son.” Nick is described as scared now, and pleads with her not to leave.

Now I have no idea if that “our son” drop was supposed to be a legitimate reveal or just hopeful Gilead thinking. The script says nothing else about it and it was cut from the show. But it will be fun to speculate as we wait for the final season.

#the handmaid's tale #tht scripts #nick blaine #osblaine #june osborne #rae.txt

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fictionkinfessions · 28 days

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cw swearing / rant

i am an ________ fictive and i genuinely hate the fandom sm.

like why do you have to repost proship shit on the maintags? its so fucked up. idgaf about proship folk or what they do as long as they stay in they corner (it triggers me to see it but like, if i don't see it posted on maintags and such i don't really care. i won't go searching for shit that upsets me.)

but that isn't good enough for the fandom! they have to dig and find proship shit to be upset about then post it all over the tags all angry like yea bitch no one wants to see that, put it away.

i once looked up my source on tiktok and literally every single video was "hey look at this proship art i found of ________!!" like !?? get that off the main tags, put it away, why do people force proship stuff into the eyes of other people? if you are chronically online enough to go looking for stuff to upset/trigger yourself, i hope you get better mentally. but don't then post that shit everywhere where people are just regularly gonna be! not everyone wants to be upset. people who do that are worse than proship in my opinion cuz at least if i see "proship" in a bio i know the account isn't for me, people like this have no indication or warning that they post triggering material. like all it is is posting proship shit with main tagging and no tws for your followers who probably aren't proship, how is that any different from who you hate?

sorry if this sounds hard to read i haven't fronted in a while. idk how big of an issue it is now, but it was once bad enough to make me go dormant. i don't want to see proship stuff. if you hate proship accounts do it without basically making yours into one.

#fictionkinfessions #fictive #fandom issue #anty ship #proship cw #mental health issue #mod party cat

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sophieinwonderland · 1 month

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About the recent post about alter death, I don't think it's always healthy to try to bring an alter who is gone back. My late queer-platonic partner left us half a year ago now. When asked about the possibility of her return, her headmates said that while there was technically a slim possibility, they felt that mentioning it would've been denial.

The truth is that some systems lose alters. Be it by fusing, splitting, a dormancy that outlasts the body, or whatever else. I lost one of the people closest to me, and so did those who literally shared a brain with Her. Grieving hasn't been easy for anyone, especially given that it's hard to find *anyone* outside of those grieving who can truly understand the situation.

I don't know, I haven't read much about the topic, but I think the concept of alter death should be more normalized. I lost someone I loved dearly, and it hurts when people imply that my loss isn't real, that it's not physically possible.

And y'know, I think if any community should understand that experiences are not universal and that scenarios that one might first think of as quite unlikely are very much possible, it's this one.

I'm really sorry for your loss. That's a terrible thing to go through. 🫂

As for my post, I do realize that this won't work for everyone. That sometimes you can try to get a headmate back and you just can't. But on the other hand, I've seen many people who think a headmate is permanently "dead" only to rediscover them later.

I think of dormancy as akin to a missing person.

When someone goes missing, you don't assume they're dead right away. You send out search parties, comb the area, check everywhere they could have been, send out dogs to get their scent. If there's the slightest chance you can find the person and bring them back alive then you do everything in your power to do so.

And yes, there may come a time when you've exhausted all options and have to accept that they may never come back. And you will have to accept that possibility. I mean, even if we say every headmate is theoretically dormant and not dead, there's no functional difference between a permanent death and dormancy that lasts through the end of the body's natural lifespan.

The truth is that the world's understanding of plurality is frighteningly slim. Anyone who tells you with certainty that true permanent irreversible headmate death is possible or impossible is lying to you. Because we just... don't know... We don't know what causes this to happen or if it's reversible in every case, and even my advice on how to reach dormant headmates is throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks based on how I think headmates work in the brain, and that uncertainty is genuinely terrifying.

All that I'll say is that if I went inexplicably dormant, I would hope that my host and the rest of my system would try everything in their power to reach me and bring me back over the following days or weeks. And if I still couldn't be reached... then yeah... they can move on and accept that, for whatever reason, I might be gone forever. But when they did move on, they could at least do so knowing that they tried their best.

Having said that, this is also just me. Some headmates may not want to be brought back from dormancy due to depression or other issues. They may prefer the deep sleep. And that's perfectly valid too. If a headmate wouldn't want to be brought back, then it may be best to not do so. As always, every system is different.

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter · 1 year

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Hey, I'm messaging random people out of desperation, so please forgive me if this is annoying- my partner is looking for a remote job while studying for his CompTIA A+ cert, and hasn't been able to find anything. We've hit a wall as far as where to look (LinkedIn, Indeed, etc. are filled with scams and useless) and I'm reaching out to whoever I can think of/feel called to ask, to see if they have any ideas/directions to point us in. Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good night

Shit this is really hard because I usually gotta ask follow up questions before giving specified advice.

But I'm a misogyny experiencing person in the tech fields. So I'll try.

First of all. Is your partner a person that experiences misogyny or a person of color? (I use "person that experiences misogyny because trans-men or enbies that are AFAB that don't medically transition can experience sexism in the field.)

Another trait I have that I say "gives me experience in the struggles of the field" is I've been unemployed for over a year twice. (Not by choice).

Gaps in your resume, anything in your resume that can indicate you're a person that experiences misogyny, or anything that can give away that you're a person of color will make it harder for your partner.

You can apply to large companies if you want, but don't get your hopes up. Large companies get thousands of applicants and rely on AI to filter resumes. Unfortunately AI is racist and sexist. Because it was trained by people with an unconscious bias. Small companies around 100 employees is literally how I keep finding my jobs.

Go to career fairs. My resume wasn't that great, but I knew I was smart enough to get the job if I could get them to just meet me. Which sucked because I never got an interview. One employer met me, and I guess I said something right because he put a big ole star on my resume and I was put on top of the applicants list.

Use Christian resources. "But fae. I'm not Christian." Yeah. It was really fucking weird for a long time to constantly be told like "I'm so glad we're if the same beliefs. This is a Christian company." But like... companies that want to keep is "in-house" so to speak will only send job descriptions to Christian resources. And honestly I've seen near no competition at these places for jobs.

I'm not saying lie or exaggerate on your resume. I'm saying floof on your resume. Instead of "developed the website". Maybe think "Hey. I realize I was the primary person working on the website, and the person everyone went to for help." BAM. Put "lead web developer" on the job description (not job title).

Look at the type of job the description is asking for. If they're a company that contracts their employees time. You want to focus your job description on how much time you saved and money you made fit the company. If they build products. You want to focus on your skill sets.

POST YOUR RESUME EVERYWHERE. Put it up on indeed. LinkedIn. Monster. Everywhere. Check the box that says you're looking for a job. Make it visible. Many companies don't want to go through the hiring process and will pay a contractor to do the work. Those jobs won't be posted. The contractor will be searching resumes on these sites and making calls.

Have a job already. It makes you look desirable to employers.

If you have gaps in your resume. Pencil it in. You weren't unemployed during that year you were studying for your certification.

Your resume should only be 1 page (longer if you have work experience but no more than 2 pages) and the first third of the first page should have the most important info. A quick blurb about you. Your skills/certifications. Your work experience. If you don't catch their attention by then, your resume will go on the trash.

I see a lot of people put irrelevant information on their resume. You don't want gaps in your resume but they don't need to know about that baby sitter job when you were 16. They don't need to know that you also made the coffee in that job as a web developer. Don't include information that you can't relate to the job.

It never worked out for me but a lot of people suggest using those sites that scan your resume against the job description and it's honestly worth a shot.

Don't let anyone throw a thesaurus at you when they offer to help with your resume. If you have people that help by thesaurusing your words, don't listen to them. Hiring managers and recruiters see through that shit.

It's honestly been a hot minute, so I'm probably forgetting stuff, but I do hope this helps!

-fae

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naturepointstheway · 2 years

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Gothic Meme: Cats the Musical Edition

So I was looking through some very old posts of mine because of a search I did, and found some of my older Gothic Meme posts, and thought I’d try one for Cats, because this is definitely not procrastinating on things I have to catch up on for uni nope, definitely not. I could save this for Halloween but what’s the fun in that?

Also literally like half of these is Misto.

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1. Mistoffelees starts his Conjuring Turn, and starts accelerating his turns to the beat of the drums. The drums keep going. He keeps spinning--faster and faster until even the drums can’t keep up, and he is naught but a human-shaped blur. You are hypnotised, fighting to shake yourself out of a trance but you can’t.

2. The overture begins, and green eyes begin popping up everywhere in the theatre. Quickly you realise there are way too many eyes for it to be the entire cast. They multiply and multiply until you see nothing but green glowing eyes with dancing black pupils.

3. Usually, the high pitched screaming of one of the kittens when Tugger hits his final highest note in his song makes you wince or laugh or both. Tonight, it horrifies you to your bones. You know at once someone close to you has died. No one but you and one other person felt that chill in the air.

4. You try to tell yourself it’s the trick of stage lights, but you can swear that Mistoffelees’ shadow has too many limbs or is far too big to be the actor’s. The actor looks normal, but his shadow is...not.

5. The tap dancing in Gumbie Cat doesn’t end, and carries on and on until everyone in the audience, including you, are tap dancing in too-tight, too-hot shoes and you can’t stop at all, even when your legs are screaming at you to stop.

6. You ask a favourite cast member for their autograph, and for a moment you’re sure they had glowing eyes with slit pupils, and claws instead of nails. You blink and their eyes are normal human eyes and their hand has not a claw in sight.

7. You marvel at how well the actors are moving their tails with sleights of hands, until you realise that their hands are nowhere near their tails. Their tails are moving on their own, with no obvious trickery.

8. Mistoffelees’ jetes are extremely impressive, bounding higher and higher with the music. No human could jump that high, not even the best Misto dancers. For a moment, you’re sure you see an actual cat, but it goes away again, and the actor’s jetes are no longer bounding unnaturally high into the air.

9. Victoria’s solo dance early in the show is hypnotising you, pulling you in, whispers of the void all around you. You lose track of time watching her. Has it been three minutes? Three days? Three centuries? You have no idea.

10. Making Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer dance like they’re marionettes is an interesting choreography choice, and you’re into it. Until you see the strings extending from their arms and legs, and that is definitely Mistoffelees hidden mostly in darkness onstage, the focus on the two rambunctious cats. Looking down at your playbill, you read the year 1982. You blink, and it’s back to the current year, and Teazer and Mungo are doing their usual choreography again, and Mistoffelees is nowhere to be seen.

#cats the musical #gothic meme #Mr Mistoffelees #gets the lion's share of course #cryptid misto

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brre-som · 9 months

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THE HALLWAY

It was such a long long time since my last post in this app.

I had a Tumblr in 2012-2014, I totally forgot about it but, my sister came to my place today, and we were searching for our old Skyblog (a french blog platform used by 90's baby's in the early 2000) I couldn't find mine so I decided to search for my Tumblr and I found it.

It was really strange to see it... Especially with the fact that this times was though times for me (I think, for the most of us actually). It was my sad girl/ anorexia/ depress teenager era. I never realized before, how sad I was but I finally did! By scrolling, reading the tags and of course trying to interpret each images that my adult eyes and past photographer and cinema student is now able to read

So I thought it will be a good idea to describe to you how I felt while scrolling down those dark pages.

First thought: I was laughing at my old profile picture, I was light blonde with big round sunglasses and an oversize Boy London shirt that I was wearing as a dress. A real Tumblr sad girl (but a bit hipster). I started scrolling and a picture of an unknown man wearing tattoos appears, in black and white.

I thinked: such a Fuck boy, with this attitude. The exact same than my ex .... Anyway it's kinda funny how immature I was to be attracted to this kind of person. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about style I'm really talking about the attitude.

I keeped scrolling and it was almost only this type of posts. It was all black in white. I first thought it was for the overall aesthetic. I was just hyping myself by saying to my sister "I always was addicted to tattoos and body transformation"

Second thought: as I was going down it became quite sadder. black and white pictures are still everywhere, quotes about how our lives make no sense, how wobbly our place on society is. Lot of cigarettes pics and se*x ones... Like if I was trying to make it look edgy. I used to be a heavy smoker since my 14yo (I recently stopped) but I never really liked nude photography. I was raised in a bashful family, we don't trust in any God, it was just our old mindset. I used to see se*x as something dirty, shameful, almost like a sin. This kind of images really make me uncomfortable when I watch them... But now that I'm a grown woman I understand the beauty behind it and even the artistic choices. I can enjoy it even if it's still a bit uncomfortable for me. I feel like am a real stalker watching these vulnerable people.

I thinked: was I matrixed by my nymphomaniac ex or was I just trying to fit somewhere between the rebel mind of a teenager and the beginning of the adulthood. And this nicotine addiction... Disturbing.

Third thoughts: I keep diving deeper and deeper, and all I can see is Anna, everywhere, lost and surrounded by sadness. Heavy sadness. Hashtags were saying "too fat", "too big", "not enough". Between them, the figure of the Joker facing the Batman was everywhere. It was literally the future me watching the tumblr me. Hoping to deliver something with the need to break it before.

I thinked: I was so fascinated by this fictional tandem, but I never understood why it fascinated me before, during those times. But I think that My young brain knew that everything that can rise from demolition always rise stronger and better but I couldn't admit it, so I was sharing it like subliminal messages to my own self: You destroy yourself to the maximum, so you can wash it away easier later. Like a deep spring cleaning.

It wasn't a weakness. I'm sensitive and empathetic but I've never been weak. Those hard time was just the crysalis to the caterpillar. Everyone got their own healing process, some are tough and drowns the most fragile souls into the inferno like an unpassable test. Some are easier but can never bring a real value to your own evolution.

At the end this Tumblr used to show my journey, healing from my relationship with the anorexia and that toxic ex boyfriend (what a wonderful duo) in an abstract way, using images instead of words so only myself could understand the deepest secret that my mind was hiding from my beloved family and friends.

Picture by brre_som

#sliceofshadow #real life #growin’ up #new start #quotes #journal #personal #self analysis #Spotify #diary #spotify #my thougts #thoughts #healing #poetic #thinker

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attheexactlyrighttimeandplace · 2 years

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Following the link i shared of this sexy and superb fan art of Galadriel and Elendil,

these tags showed up under my post:

Oh my friend, my brother/sister in hell in who joined us in the deep well of eternally unsatisfied longing that this ship is, from which we'll never draw any water,

i'm absolutely convinced that she would jump him right here and right now if she was entirely free to do so, and not captive of the minority of dumb writers who opposed this ship for shallow reasons (and finally won against the rest of the writers room)!

I mean did you see how fast she answered:

"Did you say ride?"

You have to imagine here the gif of this line that i can't post because apparently it doesn't exist, though i searched everywhere on my blog and the tags....

when he asked what was she seeking, in Adar (ep3) during their scene in the harbour, just after he spoke few words in Quenya.

Telling her that not everyone hated her in elfic language and that Miriel must have thought it was a punishment to give him this assignment to look after her, went straight from her brain to her body.

You said metaphor for sex? That beach horse ride was certainly a hell of one metaphor (with plenty of water with the proximity of the sea to keep them cool).

And boy did she enjoyed herself during this horse ride to the Hall of Lore! It was ectasy and she wasn't shy to show it.

So in my head, she definitely made the move on him in the show.

Sure Galadriel, it's was all about some history research on Morgoth's mysterious symbol, and has nothing to do with spending the day alone, miles away from indiscreet eyes, with the stunning hot man who speaks elfic and is begging you to let him worship you.

How can anybody watch them, looking like this, and not feel the powerful and immediate urge to make them the romantic heroes of the never told romance of the fourth human/elf couple that could have been, but stayed secret because it was impossible in the context of the war against Sauron.

What else than her thirst for what she couldn't have with Elendil could better explain this passage from the Appendices of LOTR, where she literally stripped Aragorn from his human clothes and dressed him in kingly sumptuous elfic outfits before pushing him in Arwen's arms :

"But Aragorn was grown to full stature of body and mind, and Galadriel bade him cast aside his wayworn raiment, and she clothed him in silver and white, with a cloak of elven-grey and a bright gem on his brow. Then more than any kind of Men he appeared, and seemed rather an Elf-lord from the Isles of the West".

And thus it was that Arwen first beheld him again after their long parting; and as he came walking towards her under the trees of Caras Galadhon laden with flowers of gold, her choice was made and her doom appointed.

Bonus from The Silmarillion:

he was aragorn son of arathorn, the nine and thirtieth heir in the right line from isildur, and yet more like elendil than any before him.

Quote borrowed from Feynyra's post

I tell you: she was living vicariously through her grandaughter her romantic adventure that never become real. This taste for legendary heroes, charismatic, tall and very handsome descendants of semi elfic ancestors runs deep in the family, no doubt.

#the rings of power #galadriel #elendil #galadriel x elendil #morfydd clark #lloyd owen #those female screenwriters from the writers room of the show who thought he was too old and not sexy enough for her are dumb #so dumb #so really dumb #they deserve to be cursed until the end of their career for ruining this.

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floridensis · 2 years

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anyway, we had to go to a home depot like an hour away because no one closer had the tiles we were looking for. in order to not make this trip just an annoying chore i proposed we go to somewhere cool that might otherwise be too far to bother visiting usually. since someone mentioned it in my class the other day so it was on the mind, i suggested we see the fruit and spice park

it might not be obvious, but its a park where they grow edible plants. they have lots of tropical edible plants (and some non edible plants) from all over the world. you are not allowed to pick anything off the plants or take fruit home, but you are allowed to eat anything that fell off a plant (as long as you know it is edible, they beg) and take seeds home.

it was really cool. ive mentioned it before, but i have sensory problems with plant matter and have a stupid hard time trying to get it down. but the excitement of all the fruit you can find meant i was going to try!

i had tried starfruit on multiple occasions before and found myself very disappointed and not going to buy any more, but there were a bunch of really pretty ripe looking ones on the ground so i decided to go for it. it was DELICIOUS. it was SO GOOD. i had no tools or utensils and didnt want to actually Eat it because then it would be a whole thing but i was going to suck all the juice i could out of it while i was walking around. juice went absolutely everywhere. i felt unashamed, but very much like a toddler with the picky eating and the sticky juice all over my face and arms and shirt. literally looked like this but with starfruit:

i wanted to sample some annona fruits, because i have a volunteer pond apple and could easily collect more, and they can be used as good rootstock for other, more edible species to be grafted on, which i might consider exploring. unfortunately none of the many annona species had dropped fruit at the time, with the exception of the sugar apples that were dropping desiccated fruits destroyed by wasps. one of the employees was REALLY excited that i knew what pond apple was

as we were leaving i found some bananas that had fallen. you could tell they were good because they were small. i collected some to bring back to my parents and sister (the tile trip would have been a 2 person job but everyone decided to see the park) and my dads face immediately lit up because apparently he was looking for fallen bananas the whole time, but his search was...... fruitless. i just kinda nibbled on and licked one myself, it was really good but i wasnt feeling like committing to the ordeal of eating it. the park apparently has 60 varieties of bananas

i really wanted to try jackfruit, as did my mom, but the only ones on the ground were quite nasty looking. i did take a seed, though. i dont actually intend to grow it in my yard but i just thought it would be fun to try growing, and maybe i can use it to barter with if it does well.

i also took home a fallen bit of that cactus i posted. i might keep that or give it away

they had a lot of different avocado varieties. my dad loves avocado so he spent most of his time sampling them and taking seeds

it was fun. id love to visit in different seasons, but its not a very convenient drive

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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I posted 6,898 times in 2022

That's 3,959 more posts than 2021!

525 posts created (8%)

6,373 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@delicatefalice

@princsssleia

@purrvaire

@sweetpeasandlilies

@bedcorpse

I tagged 4,938 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#hp - 936 posts

#otp: i'm mental about you - 328 posts

#otp: i love you i know - 325 posts

#bobf - 237 posts

#ch: hope is like the sun - 218 posts

#ch: we choose who we really are - 199 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 168 posts

#star wars - 150 posts

#may the force be with queue - 140 posts

#wolfstar - 139 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and then snape figuring out about remus because he’s nosey and vindictive and always looking for ways to weaponise people’s vulnerabilities

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sirius Black is heavily coded as queer, especially in his relationship with Remus, which HP fandom has been discussing for two decades. But Sirius is also heavily coded as neurodivergent, specifically with bipolar disorder, and that’s just as essential to his character (and the awful treatment he gets from JKR) as his queerness

rest of the post here

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thinking about when remus first sees sirius’s mugshot in PoA. in the books and films he’s mangled and manic so the photo must have been taken long after he arrived at azkaban. remus has been haunted by and trying to forget sirius for 12 years but the only image he has of him is the person he knew and loved before azkaban - and maybe a terrible memory of him being dragged away there. then suddenly he’s faced with a sirius that’s unrecognisable, a sirius who looks like what everyone believes he is, a sirius that punches his gut and breaks his heart in equal measure because somewhere buried beneath the matted hair and manic eyes and screaming mouth is the face of a person he loved for ten years. the face that he saw laughing in front of the common room fire or gazing at him across the classroom or that he woke up next to smiling drowsily at him. now it’s the face of a mass murderer who betrayed not just their best friends but betrayed him. it’s two people who can’t both be real but are blurred together in a way that’s tormented remus for over a decade that he can no longer run away from because it’s quite literally staring him in the face

and he has to see that photo everywhere he goes for a year

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all I got from din not being able to handle the darksaber is that he clearly needs training from a local jedi

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never not gonna be mad about tales of the jedi being released whilst andor’s still on. never not gonna be mad about andor not getting the recognition it deserves. I basically could not use tumblr until I’d seen the new obi wan ep, but now I have to go searching for andor content. it’s literally one of the best pieces of star wars media ever made. it’s a risky difficult nuanced groundbreaking and truly essential for our time piece of media, not just for disney but across the fucking board right now. it is sheer talent from start to finish and it’s being looked over just the same way rogue one was and I am m a d

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My #1 post of 2022

absolutely destroying me how leia I never get to go anywhere organa spent her childhood desperately trying to leave alderaan and see other planets and explore the galaxy until at some point she could never go home to alderaan and the other planets were all she had left

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#not wolfstar beating out hanleia by THREE POSTS #star wars would trump this all if I used it as a catch-all tag tho

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daddys-littlegoddess · 4 years

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PSA on Britney Spears and the #FreeBritney movement for anyone that needs or wants more information on what is going on with her. It’s a fucking rabbit hole, so buckle up.

A little backstory first. Britney was a child star starting at the age of 4 years old on Broadway, and then worked her way to the Mickey Mouse Club, and eventually the solo career we know today. Her career has been on autopilot her entire life. If you look back at her music, she’s been telling everyone for years she’s too controlled and treated as a product if you listen to the lyrics of most of her hits. Examples include: Lucky, Overprotected, My Perogative, Circus, Piece of Me and Gimme More. Her music videos, social media posts, tour props and photoshoots regularly show her in a cage or in chains. If anyone has ever seen videos of her when she was younger, you’d know her REAL singing voice is very similar to Christina Aguilera’s. Her record label didn’t like it, as they were both on the Mickey Mouse Club and about to release their debut albums at the same time. So they had her voice retrained to sing in the baby voice we all know today because they believed it to be more iconic and would create a brand and career for her instead of her real voice. It’s unhealthy, and it’s been destroying her voice over the years, thus why she is known for lip syncing. She wanted to make an acoustic type pop album in 2006 titled Original Doll and reinvent herself using her real voice. The album was shelved and cancelled once her label realized she would be singing in her real voice. She isn’t allowed to sing live because she will either fail terribly, or she’ll have to sing in her deep voice that she isn’t known for. Her entire career she has been treated like a product meant to sell.

Now, for the real tea.

Everyone remembers the 2007 meltdown. Everyone. Leading up the meltdown Britney was going thru a public divorce, had two children under the age of 2 at the time and was VERY much the focus of the public. We all saw her on every magazine cover. We all also saw the photo of her with one of her kids on her lap while driving. Go on YouTube once and look up ‘Britney Spears paparazzi’. You’ll watch her be chased and followed by hundreds of them, even trying to get into a public restroom to photograph her, videotaping her in tears asking them to leave her alone, and even filming her thru the windows of an ambulance while she was naked being taken away for her final mental health hold.

After the public meltdown, shaving her head, locking herself in her home with her children, speaking in a british accent on regular basis, wearing the imfamous pink wig everywhere, and shopping naked, she was hospitalized twice. After the hospitalization, her father petitioned the courts to be a TEMPORARY conservator to her until she was mentally stable and for only one years time. 2 months after her hospitalization she did a guest appearance on How I Met Your Mother. 6 months after her hospitalization, she drops the Womanizer video and starts to promote her new album Circus with its worldwide tour that grossed $131.8 million. If she’s so unwell, why did she start working right away?

Her father after one year petitioned the courts for the conservatorship to become permanent due to her ALLEGEDLY having EARLY ONSET DEMENTIA in her TWENTIES. It passed and has been that way ever since. For 12 years to be exact.

Now for everyone that doesn’t understand what that means let me break it down for you.

Britney Spears is a now 38 year old woman who is not allowed to do the following without her fathers permission or he can legally lock her up in a mental health facility:

• drive a car

• vote

• get married

• have children

• spend HER OWN MONEY

• see how her money is being spent

• see her children (she has 30% custody of both of her boys due to her dad assaulting one of her sons)

• leave her home

• hire her own lawyer

• have any control over her career

• speak about the conservatorship publicly

• do interviews that aren’t scripted and all final cuts are approved by her father as well

• use a cell phone without being monitored

• use social media unmonitored

• contact ANYONE without being monitored or having them extremely vetted. (Iggy Azalea allegedly had her house searched for drugs top to bottom when they collaborated on a song together)

• go shopping

• go for a walk

• get Starbucks

A conservatorship is meant for people with mental health issues or decaying health. Most likely grandparents or people with actual dementia etc. They are meant for people who literally cannot take care of themselves. If she is so unwell that she isn’t mentally capable of doing anything for herself, why is she still working? Since the conservatorship began 12 years ago she has:

• released 4 albums

• done 3 worldwide tours

• did a FOUR-year Vegas residency

• was a full time judge on X-Factor

• released multiple perfumes and a lingerie line

• made $138 MILLION DOLLARS or so A YEAR

In January of last year, Britney was placed in a mental health facility for 3 months after being seen driving her car to In-N-Out with her boyfriend without permission and for refusing to take the sedating medications her father has doctors prescribing her to keep her under control. She testified to a judge in documents that she was held there against her will by her father. After it was leaked to the press that she was there against her will, the Free Britney movement picked up speed causing a judge to open an investigation into the impact and legality her conservatorship has on her life. Britney’s mother Lynn was also liking and commenting on Free Britney posts saying she agrees that Britney is trapped by her father. Britney’s team had Twitter disable the Free Britney hashtag, and regularly threatens any celebrity that speaks out using the hashtag with a lawsuit if they don’t remove their support for the movement. She was seen shortly after leaving a hotel thru the front door (99% of celebrities park underground to avoid paparazzi unless they WANT to be photographed) stumbling while carrying her shoes, and out of it. Her team used that moment to justify to the public that she needs this conservatorship. She is not allowed to have any say in the hiring or firing of anyone on her team. Every year she pays $1.1 million dollars in fees for the conservatorship to continue, including paying her father a solid $100k+ salary and paying a lawyer she isn’t allowed to choose. She is allowed an allowance of around $1,500 a week for bills, shopping and essentials. Her net worth is $250 million.

So, when everyone sees her on Instagram walking up and down her hallways like it’s a fashion show. That’s all she is allowed to do. She has NEVER had control over her life. I don’t care if you personally like her or her music, NO ONE DESERVES THIS. All this woman wants is to see her children, make the music she wants to make, and go get a frappuccino in her car. She is a light of sunshine in this world, and we must protect her at all costs. So please, do not make fun of her, support the Free Britney movement, and send good vibes her way. She has a court date this month to review the conservatorship and decide if it is abusive or will continue to be in place. There are so many details to this that i left out that would make this post entirely much longer than it is, but a simple search will show you what else is out there. Spread this far and wide. ❤️ Free Britney

#free britney

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 2 years

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Zuko x Female Air Bender Request: Part 2/2

Zuko made his decision. After all the progress you’d made with him he chose the Fire Nation and his old life but when he comes face to face with you again Zuko isn’t too sure it was the right one.

Requested by @anamainiac

Part One Here

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After you escape Ba Sing Sei you all focused on the invasion. It was your one shot at taking Ozai down while he was weak from the eclipse but the minute you got there things started to go wrong. You were advancing too slowly, then Aang couldn't find Ozai and then while you were searching the bunkers under the palace trying to find the Fire Lord you got separated. Azula's dai lee had created false walls everywhere and you got so turned around you lost sight of everyone. Lost and utterly confused you wandered around trying to get back up to the surface. Being an Airbender you hated being underground just like Appa so when you saw a staircase you took it hoping it would lead you above ground.

Instead it led you to the heart of the palace which was eerily empty. After wandering around you somehow ended up in the throne room of all places. Even though the palace was deserted a low fire was burning and it was very ominously the only light in the room. Feeling unsettled you rushed from the room not even trying to work out a direction to take. You just wanted out. So you rushed down the hallways rather frantically looking for a window or courtyard or anything, just some way of getting into the air. You knew the eclipse would be over any minute now and then you wouldn't have the advantage anymore. You just started trying rooms randomly when you heard voices. "The decoy said he saw someone go up here" you heard a voice behind you call. You froze and felt the panic begin to grow. Why were there no windows in this place? Every room you opened was dark and gloomy with no sign of sunlight. "Well just start searching, she can't have gone far" you heard another voice say followed by footsteps. You hurried away from the noise but came to a dead end. You cursed and started trying doors. The first three were locked really making you panic but finally the fourth opened and you swept inside closing it and locking it. You held your breath waiting for them to come closer but what you heard next surprised you. "Prince Zuko...why aren't you in the bunker?".

"I'm on my way down there but I fail to see how that's any concern of yours" a familiar voice barked. The guards nearly fell over themselves apologising before Zuko cut them off. "Now why are you here?" he asked. "That Airbender girl was spotted up here and we're coming to capture her for your father". "Well I've been up here for the past hour and I haven't seen anyone. Go back to your posts". "But your highness...". "Were my orders not clear?" Zuko asked and the guards again rushed to apologise before running away. You breathed out a sigh of relief and wondered what to do. You could keep searching these rooms but the eclipse was almost over. You had to get back soon or you'd literally be in the worst place possible for an Airbender. So taking a breath you opened the door. Zuko was clearly looking for you but he still froze when he saw you. "Y/n..." he started before he paused. You figured he was probably realising the last time he saw you was when he betrayed you and Aang for Azula. While you were disappointed in him it wasn't in your nature to hold grudges. He'd protected you from the guards and so you'd be civil to him, not to mention you didn't have the time to be angry at him. "I need to get into the air" you told him "I lost Aang and the others but I can't be found here alone...especially once the eclipse ends". Zuko nodded "of course, this way" momentarily surprising you at how quickly he agreed to help you.

He led you into what you assumed must be his room. It had one large window on the side of the wall. You rushed towards it, never so happy to see the sunlight and hopped onto the window frame with ease. As you were fiddling with the lock Zuko spoke. "Y/n I just want you to know..." he started and you turned to look at him. It suddenly occurred to you that he was dressed for the road, not for battle. He had a long cloak on and a rucksack on his back. He was leaving. You had no idea why or what he was running from and you almost asked if he wanted to come with you but something told you not to. Zuko clearly had something planned and you couldn't stop him. "I'm sorry" he managed finally "for betraying you back in Ba Sing Sei...it was wrong and I see that now but I'm going to make it right I promise you". You smiled at the conviction in his voice "I forgive you and I wish you luck. Hopefully after today it'll all be over but if not...well you know airbenders can never turn anybody away" you said hintingly. Zuko smiled at you and you got the feeling he hadn't done that in a while. Zuko nodded "I might just take you up on that". You nodded "bye Zuko. Thank you and good luck" and you zipped out of the window, pulled yourself up onto the roof and glided away.

After the invasion you wondered about Zuko a lot. Had he been successful in whatever he was planning? Did you even want to think about what it might mean if he'd been unsuccessful? However you didn't have to wait long to find out what happened. "Hello, Zuko here" a figure called waving to you at the Western Air Temple where you and the others had taken refuge after the invasion. You blinked several times in disbelief that the Prince of the Fire Nation was in front of you...but no he was there. The gang of course all went into attack mode but before anyone could do anything Appa rushed forwards and licked Zuko, showing his approval. Zuko then tried to, rather awkwardly, explain why he was here but he was struggling. The gang were rightly pointing out all the bad things Zuko had done to them and he was quickly getting flustered. So trusting your instincts you decided to help him. You took a step forwards and turned so Zuko wasn't facing the group alone. "I think we should trust him" you said clearly and everyone froze. "What!" Sokka cried being the first to recover. "I said we should let him join the group, I believe him". Sokka shook his head "that's just because you're y/n and you think everyone is nice deep down". You shook your head "that's not true, yes I trust people but that doesn't mean I'm naive or stupid. I remember everything he's done and I understand the risk but my gut is telling me to trust him so I do. Sure he's done lots of bad things but there's good inside him too. He set Appa free, he trusted us to heal his uncle and in Ba Sing Sei...we saw each other and he never followed me or tried to find Aang". "You what!" Sokka cried "why on earth wouldn't you tell us he was there?". "Because I knew you'd want to give him up the Earth King and I didn't think we should! Azula was hunting him and he was living peacefully in the city. I trusted him and look what happened, he never used it to get us". "Yeah but he still joined his sister and nearly killed Aang remember?" Katara replied. You faltered "well yes but that's not all. When I got separated from you in the invasion, Zuko protected me. Some guards were after me and he got rid of them and helped me get out of there. He probably saved my life. Why would he do that if he's still bad? Why not take me hostage and use me as leverage to get to Aang?". Everyone was quiet and you could see they were all struggling to find holes in your theory. "Maybe it's just because he likes you?" Toph ventured. "What?" you asked perplexed. "Well the two of you apparently get on swimmingly" Sokka nodded "I bet that's why he helped you not because he's a good person". You went to argue but Katara shook her head "the point is we have too much to lose by trusting him. A few good deeds aren't enough to forget all the bad he's done". You frowned turning to Aang your last hope. "What do you think? Do you trust him?". Aang starred at the ground thinking for what felt like forever before he sighed. You knew it was bad news because he couldn't look you in the eye. "I'm sorry y/n but we can't let him join. He's betrayed us multiple times, we just can't trust him". You sighed but could see everyone's point and didn't want to make them do anything they didn't feel comfortable with. So you nodded and turned to Zuko "I'm sorry...do you need anything? Some supplies or help getting away?". "Getting away from where?" Toph asked and you froze "the Fire Nation...right?" you asked Zuko. He nodded "yeah I left shortly after you did...but I'm okay I've got supplies and stuff, thank you". You nodded to him "well look after yourself and stay safe" and Zuko nodded "yeah you too...thanks again" and walked away. Following Zuko’s visit things were a little awkward. Katara seemed angry at you and Sokka keep watching you probably wondering if he could trust you after all you'd hidden from them. Aang was being extra nice to you as if he was trying to make up for his decision or something which was silly. While you didn't agree with his choice you understood as the leader he had to make the hard decisions and you were in no way mad at him. The next day things were a lot better. The sleep had made everyone less tense and Katara was speaking to you again. She asked you to get some more wood for the fire and eager to help you set off right away. You used your glider and flew into the middle of the woods. You’d collected all you needed and were just about to head back when you heard the explosion. You dropped all the wood and sprinted to the clearing. "Sparky sparky boom man!" you cried before cursing Sokka for getting that nickname stuck in your head. You had to help the gang so you quickly flew towards the combustion bender. As you came from behind he didn't spot you and you were just about to attack when Zuko appeared. "Stop I don't want you hunting the Avatar anymore! The mission is off" you heard Zuko cry. You perched on a ledge hoping that would be that but the man just threw Zuko to one side and carried on. "He said knock it off!" you yelled joining in. You couldn't use airbending in case you knocked the man off the cliff so instead you crashed into him sideways. You managed to knock him down to his knees but he quickly grabbed you and lifted you like you were nothing. He threw you aside but you just came right back at him, using your light footwork and airbending to rebound off the stone. The man was bracing himself when he heard something. He suddenly moved and you crashed into Zuko who was attacking from the other side. The two of you both tried to stop and collided. You were both apologising and trying to separate when the man aimed his combustion bending at you. "Zuko watch out!" you cried and Zuko sent a fire blast at the guy as you sent some airbending. The force was too much and the two of you were sent flying backwards off the cliff. Zuko managed to hold on and he grabbed your hand. "Y/n hang on!" Zuko cried holding you up but you could see the strain in his arm. You were panicking when you remembered you were an Airbender. Chuckling at the lapse in memory you shook your head "Zuko let me go". "What!" he cried "there's no way I'm doing that! I'd have to fall myself before I let that happen". "Zuko I'm an Airbender" you replied and he paused "ow yeah...you ready?". You nodded and he began to count down from 3. On 3 Zuko gently let go and you used airbending to propel yourself upwards enough to crash onto the ledge. You quickly scrambled to the side and yanked Zuko up beside you. "You totally forgot I was an Airbender didn't you?" you teased. Zuko chuckled "yep completely slipped my mind" and smiled. "I should've just listened to you, which I'm beginning to think should just be my new life motto". You laughed and used a hand to help him up onto his feet "come on let's head back to camp". Zuko paused "are you sure...". You nodded "Aang was already wavering and I'm betting you risking your life to save his sister will help". Zuko nodded and the two of you walked back to camp together.

The minute you rounded the corner everyone flew at you hugging you. "I was so worried!" Aang cried and you smiled hugging him "why? You know I'm harder to kill than that". The others all laughed before spotting Zuko behind you "but I did have some help from Zuko, he saved me from sparky sparky boom man". "Actually I decided on the name combustion..." Sokka started but Katara shot him a look telling him it wasn't the time. Zuko walked into the centre of the group and give this another shot. He gave a much better speech about wanting to end the war and teaching Aang. You could tell it was working and finally Aang agreed. Zuko was thrilled but then Aang explained he had to ask everyone.

Toph agreed quickly and next Aang turned to Sokka. Sokka stared at Zuko before catching your eye and he looked down with a sigh. "All I want is to end the war and if you think this is the way and y/n vouches for him...then okay". Finally everyone looked to Katara and her eyes were colder than you'd ever seen them. You understood Katara's worry and wanted to try convincing her but this felt like something she had to do on her own. So you waited, silently hoping and finally she relented. "I'll go along with whatever you two think is right" she said to you and Aang and a smile appeared on your face. "Thank you Katara!" you called as Zuko bounded forward "I won't let you down I promise!". The others didn't acknowledge Zuko's comments and just turned around, going back inside but you hung back "welcome to Team Avatar!" you smiled. Zuko smiled back at you "I know it feels so odd...thank you so much y/n. They wouldn't have accepted me if it wasn't for you and I don't think I'd have had the courage to come if you didn't say that back at the palace". You shrugged "I think you're more courageous than you think. Now come on, dinner will be ready soon and Sokka will eat all your food if we don't stop him" and you led him inside. So Zuko was officially a member of Team Avatar and you were thrilled. You now had an experienced bender of every element and it just felt right. It all seemed to fit together and you had a feeling this was always meant to happen. You told Aang as much and he agreed with you "but I think this was all meant to happen for another reason...". You paused unsure what he meant "what do you mean for political reasons?". "No" he laughed "I think my relationship with Zuko isn't the only pre-destined one...yours with him is also pretty powerful". You laughed "my relationship with Zuko?". Aang laughed "come on don't deny it! The two of you are so different but work so well together. You were the first one of us he was actually himself around and I don't think it's an exaggeration to say he respects and cares for you the most either. I'm pretty sure you're the main reason he's here, you changed his life y/n". You blinked totally surprised and laughed "I...he changed mine too I guess". "And hopefully you'll keep changing each other's lives together?" Aang ask mischievously and you laughed "you may be the Avatar but you're still first and foremost my little brother and I'm ending this conversation here". Aang grinned "okayyyyyy" and skipped away making you roll your eyes. Despite everything Aang would always be first and foremost your little brother and you loved that. There was truth to Aang's word and even Zuko would admit that. Before when you were on opposite sides you talked but never casually as friends. Zuko loved this new dynamic where he could simply see you when he walked outside his room or chat with you while eating breakfast. It was invigorating and pretty exciting getting to see you so often, so much so Zuko couldn't really deny his budding crush. So he didn't, instead he embraced it. Zuko tentatively sought you out more and more each day so he could spend time with you, which for him was a big deal. He'd never been overly confident or forward with girls. Azula literally used to push him into them and even when he was dating Mai she was always the one taking the initiative. However with you Zuko was curious, he was terrified every time he walked up to you, but he still continued seeking you out because when you smiled at him he felt on top of the world and that made him a little braver every time. So because of course things were going pretty well for Zuko the universe had to shake things up and they chose Azula with tons of airships! You all woke one morning to the horrible sound of cannon fire and rushed to form a plan. You tried underground but Appa disagreed so you flew out instead. Everything was so chaotic you didn't realise Zuko wasn't in the saddle until you were in the air. "Wait we need to go back for Zuko!" you cried but Sokka shook his head "he said he was going for Azula". You shook your head in disbelief but saw a figure fire bending at the airships "Zuko what are you thinking?" you asked aloud. By nothing short of a miracle Zuko made it back safely. An explosion sent him flying through the air and you managed to tug him back into the saddle. When he landed he was a bit shaken so he didn't realise you keeping your distance. You asked if he was okay but after that were rather quiet. He figured you were just stressed but even when you reached the new villa where you'd be staying and still didn’t say anything he grew concerned. You just went out for a long walk with Aang and didn't even look at him when he got back.

Always the kind to panic Zuko went into full meltdown mode. He was convinced he’d wrecked everything and felt like his whole world had vanished. He'd always counted on your support and friendship but now it was gone he felt oddly vulnerable and alone. He started trying to work out what had happened and he realised it had to be his actions at the air temple. You must've been disappointed how he resorted to violence so quickly after his speech about being more careful with his firebending. Zuko was so angry at himself and guessed he hadn't changed that much after all. He'd tried so hard to keep his temper under control and act like a person you'd find attractive...but two seconds after his sister shows up he's throwing fireballs and yelling just like the old Zuko! He'd ruined all his hard work and the proof was in the way you still couldn't even look at him at breakfast the next morning. Zuko had been up most of the night thinking about it and he decided to do something. When you went outside for some air he followed you. Of course you'd found the one silent and peaceful area of his Fire Nation villa and had settled down in it. "Can I join you?" Zuko asked and you nodded but didn't say a word. Zuko could feel the tension and twirled his fingers against one another trying to calm his nerves. Eventually he just decided to get into it. Zuko sighed "y/n I'm really sorry for how I acted yesterday. I'm trying to be a better person, to be more kind and peaceful like you and I'm really sorry you had to see that ugly aggressive display. If it's made you not want to be around me for a while then that's okay". Your sad expression suddenly turned into a frown "wait what?". "Well I upset you yesterday by being so angry and hot-headed right?". Your eyes widened "you think that's why I'm upset? Am I really not as obvious as I feared?". Zuko paused "erm no...so why are you upset then?" he asked wondering how else he could've possibly screwed up. You took a breath "I'm not upset because you fought your sister Zuko. Azula was so angry and desperate there's no way she would've listened to reason, I knew you were only protecting us and yourself. I'm upset because you didn't ask us to help. You went in completely alone against your sister and three warships! The same sister who is the most lethal firebender I've ever seen! She almost killed Aang, the Avatar, but you didn't think twice to face her alone. I'm upset because I don't want you to think you're expendable Zuko or that you getting hurt doesn't matter. You matter Zuko! For so many reasons not just because you're royalty or a key piece in ending the war but because you matter. It's that simple. You don't deserve to get hurt and your life matters. You matter to me Zuko". Zuko felt frozen in place. Everything you'd said he was still contemplating but it was the last five that stuck with him. "I matter to you?" he asked. You blushed slightly and Zuko felt a flutter in his stomach. You smiled bashfully and nodded "I've never met anyone like you Zuko. You were very hard to work out but I always got a good feeling about you, even from the start and I'm so glad we've got where we are today. I like being around you and talking with you. I like how different we are and how despite everything you've been through you just have this lightness about you. I really admire you and I...like you" you said simply. Zuko smiled "really? I haven't ruined everything?". You chuckled slightly "you haven't ruined anything Zuko...just next time you jump into a fight take me with you?". Zuko nodded "of course! Anything you want!" he was so dazed he forgot to tell you something important. "Ow and I like you too" he said "in case that wasn't obvious...I think you're really nice and smart. You're super calming to be around and I'm pretty sure you're a big reason I'm where I am today Ow and you're also very beautiful and graceful...do you need more?". You laughed and it was like music to Zuko's ears. "I don't need anything!" you said tugging him to sit closer to you "you and all the others are safe and well. That's all I need". Zuko smiled as you rested against him and tentatively wrapped an arm around you. It felt scary but nice. "Then I'll never let anything happen to them...or to you" he said fiercely. "Or to yourself?" you asked and Zuko nodded "I promise I'll take better care of myself". He was surprised how good that felt to say. When the time did come for Zuko to fight his sister again he was true to his word and brought you with him. Azula saw that as a weakness, something she could use to distract Zuko but she was wrong. When goading him about you didn't work Azula just decided to attack you. She figured if she hurt you Zuko would fall apart but she'd underestimated you just like you'd done to her all those months ago. Azula sent a beam of lightning at you seeming to forget you were an Airbender. Your instincts took over and you used your bending to throw yourself to the side. Once there you sent a warning shot at Azula which knocked her back onto her knees. "hey! This is your fight with Zuko. Agni Kai, one on one. Try something like that again and you won't have to provoke me to get involved". Azula just laughed but she paused when she saw Zuko's expression. Her attack on you didn't make him fall apart it seemed to have the opposite effect, it had motivated him to win. Anger was clearly written all over his face and he was clearly furious she'd tried to harm you. He looked more ready to fight than she'd ever seen him and she instinctively took a step back but Zuko launched into an attack before she could do any more. You watched as Zuko attacked Azula with such ferocity, the battle between them would've been beautiful if it wasn't so sad. You hadn't seen Zuko fight like this since he was trying to capture Aang but it was different this time. While he was angry and passionate like before, now he was more balanced. He wasn't fighting for his honour or to redeem himself but for the people he loved and what was right which made all the difference. He had passion and fuel but was also more sure of himself and knew what he was fighting for. With focus like that it was no wonder Zuko was winning but the second you saw Azula start to panic you got ready. You knew like a cornered animal she'd do anything to escape so the second she started playing dirty you were there. You whipped behind her using airbending and with a gust sent her flying forwards onto her stomach. "Zuko now!" you yelled and tossed him some chains. You concentrated and removed her airbending. While it was difficult with the eclipse together you and Zuko managed to subdue Azula. She was very hysterical so you managed to safely knock her out by reducing the amount of oxygen around her. When she passed out you and Zuko caught her and laid her down gently. It only then dawned on you what had happened. "We did it Zuko!" you cried and he nodded "yeah we did...wow we actually did it". You smiled "were you doubting us this whole time?". "No of course not, but when we all sat around the campfire talking about our missions I...just can't believe we've finally done it". "We did" you smiled "the worst is behind us now, we won Zuko". The way you said those words made Zuko smile and he hugged you tightly. "We did y/n and things are going to be better now I promise". You smiled "I like the sound of that".

1 month later Things changed pretty rapidly after that. There was a lot of damage to undo and a lot of good to enact. It was a bit unstable at first but once Zuko was coronated things settled down and he was able to start making some changes. He started with all the crucial things, demilitarising the Fire Nation, moving troops out of Earth Kingdom territory and of course paying reparations to the Water Tribe and the restoration of the Air Nation. However all of this, Zuko couldn’t have done without you.

His first month had been a whirlwind and he had so much to do he was exhausted pretty much constantly. You were the force that kept him going in so many ways. You reminded him to create healthy work/life boundaries and kept him calm and happy even on his worst days. You didn’t just play a supportive role either, you took on jobs Zuko didn’t have capacity for and helped organise the restoration efforts completely on your own. If at first his advisors were a bit nervous at having an “outsider” in charge that soon fell away as they got to know and like you.

You also helped Zuko with any ideas he wasn’t sure about such as his sister. At first Zuko had just wanted to lock Azula up so she couldn't hurt anyone but you told him that wasn't right. She was a human being and ill, she didn't deserve that. So Zuko agreed to move her somewhere more humane and you'd been meeting with her every week. Zuko had been resistant to that at first too wanting you nowhere near his sister but you held your ground and Zuko relented. If anyone could help an angry fire bender with issues it was you, he was the proof after all. You didn't tell Zuko much about what happened between you and Azula but he trusted you to help his little sister recover.

Zuko thought of all this as he watched you playing pai sho in Iroh’s cafe with Mai and Suki. You smiled as you successfully won a tile and Zuko couldn’t help but also infectiously smile seeing you happy. He still got this excited feeling in his stomach when he looked at you and remembered you were dating. That this girl returned his feelings and cared for him. Whenever the meetings were too much or the future too worrying he just remembered that he mattered. He counted his lucky stars every day that he'd met you and couldn't wait to see what lay ahead. Previously Zuko used to become anxious or angry when he thought about the future but now with by his side he just felt excited.

The End.

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An MC that steals clothes to the point where they have more of the boys clothes than the boys do

Big Boyf hoodies

The Demon Bros react to MC Stealing their Clothes!

Lucifer

You have ten seconds before you're subjected to a vibe check

Jk, Lucifer MIGHT be okay with you wearing his clothes, depending on his mood. If he's got things to do, you'd best leave his stuff alone

Otherwise, the sight of you walking around wearing that huge fur coat of his is enough to put him in a much better mood for the rest of the day. Maybe he won't beat Mammon's ass today after all? 🤔

As long as you keep his fancy coat clean, he's happy. He might even start "accidentally" leaving things out for you to get to, and his ego inflates tenfold when he sees you've found them.

He'll tease you a little bit about it, asking "Did you miss me so much that you had to wear my clothing?"

Mammon

Bruh???? Where the hell did his jacket go-

He tossed it in the dryer and now it's gone! Time to destroy his room in the search-

And that's when he sees you walking around wearing it, like it's no big deal. You haven't even spotted him yet but boy is he staring

He doesn't even have a CHANCE to think about being mad at you, because you chose to wear his clothes specifically. His ego? Through the roof. Definitely considers buying you things to match what he wears.

Now everyone knows you're HIS human! He'd never let anyone else wear his stuff, after all! "You're the one that's been takin' my jacket?? Well.... I guess it's only natural that ya wanna wear the Great Mammon's clothes! S-so don't go takin' it off, ya hear?!"

Levi

The normie??? Is wearing HIS clothes??? Specifically the Ruri-chan shirt he sleeps in?????

The fact that you went out of your way to get them... He doesn't know if he's horrified or honored, but he's definitely somewhere in the middle considering the look on his face. And honestly he's so damn shocked that he thinks his heart might explode.

This is LITERALLY an epic gamer anime moment. When the male protagonist finds his lover/love interest wearing one of his oversized shirts.... m-moe...

He can't even look at you directly, so he has to do it through his camera lens. Did you really think he wouldn't fill up his entire phone's memory bank with photos of you? Think again. Maybe if he leaves some cosplay out, you might wear that too..?

"Wh-Huh? O-o-of course I knew you took my shirt! There's no way I wouldn't notice. B-But you don't have to take it off! I mean... you can keep it if you want... I have three more."

Satan

Satan doesn't know how to wear a coat properly anyway so it's no wonder you took it, to show him how it's done one sleeve wearing ass

It didn't take detective Satan very long to find out where it'd gone, because he soon spots you wearing it.

You're sitting in an armchair with his coat draped around you, clearly content and comfortable with your newly acquired clothing.

And he pauses, just outside of your line of sight so he can compose himself. He’d be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat when he saw it draped over you. It made him want to gather you up on his lap and keep you there forever.

Instead, once he's calmed down, he rounds the corner to question you about it. "If you were cold, why didn't you tell me? Here, let me sit next to you. Ah, you can keep the coat on. It suits you."

Asmo

This is literally all he's ever wanted tbh. He's not even surprised that you want to try on his clothes, because?? They're HIS.

But he's gushing about it forever. He's so quick to snap a million photos of you and posts them to devilgram, sets it as his home and lock screen, maybe prints a couple of photos to keep-

You never hear the end of it. Whether you were trying to be covert or not, he's got you and he's never letting go.

He'll literally give you the clothes he thinks will suit you best, and gushes over the say they compliment you.

"It's like having my own doll to dress up! You don't know how happy I am to put my clothes on you~! Shall we buy matching outfits? Or maybe... you prefer that they belong to me~?"

Beel

Beel can be a little forgetful, so sometimes he misplaced his jacket. He always finds it in the end, either through his brothers or his own means, so he's completely stumped when he's looked everywhere and STILL can't find it. And he's starting to get hungry again, so now he's more interested in going to the kitchen.

Then he finds you exiting your room, rubbing the sleep of your afternoon nap from your eyes. You don't seem to notice him and just quietly wander past, wearing Beel's jacket.

He doesn't even stop you, just watching you go before he's suddenly forgetting all about his hunger pains, and more interested in quietly following you like a dog.

You both end up in the kitchen, and he's still watching over you happily while you eat some chips. Don't mind him while he uhhhhh picks you up and takes him to his room so he can hold you lmao

"MC.... did you have my jacket this entire time? I was looking for it. Oh, I'm not angry or anything, I like seeing you wear it. You should do that more often."

Belphie

He realizes that you took something so fast-

Belphie may be able to sleep anywhere, but he has to be comfortable enough for it. That comfort usually comes in the form of his jacket, so when he discovers it's missing and has looked everywhere, he gets a little agitated.

Grumpy boy goes to find you to force you to take a nap with him until he feels better, and discovers that you're guilty. But his annoyance is replaced by pride when he sees how comfortable you look, napping away in his jacket.

He's not letting you keep it of course, but he's sure there's something else he can let you wear instead. Part of him is convinced you're only wearing it because it's comfortable, while the other part wonders if you're wearing it because it's his...

So he pokes your face until you wake up, and demands an answer. "You took my jacket without asking, huh? I couldn't sleep a wink because of you.....If you wanted to feel like I was with you, you should've just went to my room. Scoot over, I'm joining you."

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Tales of Bacchenthia

Pleasure Volume Two: Diadēma

✨Diana Prince x Goddess! Reader | masterlist | volume one here

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The party had an energy of its own, and you couldn’t match it.

It was obvious and bothersome. You didn’t belong there.

You were like a buttery breath of air in a room full of must. The stares came in plenty, each pair of eyes glossing Diana’s figure then your own. You felt out of place when you looked at every man and woman and the clothing they bore—denim trousers too tight or too high on the waist, thick blazers catching pockets of underarm sweat.

Diana dressed like them, the fabric and design easily matching the room’s, but she didn’t look like them. She looked like an entirely different sort of being, perhaps even of another world. Her beauty flooded the room. You felt out of place even more at Dianas’s arm. She was regarded by all with kind reception and eagerness, an eagerness to flock to her and even kiss her feet.

It was easy to see that Diana was a gem of beauty everywhere she went.

Diana escorted you to the gallery room, and you called it such because it appeared a gallery. The walls were boarded with paintings and photographs. Shelves and pillars housed statues, artifacts, and busts. Everyone seemed to have a piece with a name tag attached.

“The presentation involves every one of these,” Diana explained. “Every piece here was discovered or restored by someone from museums all over the world.” ‘Where’s your piece?” You asked as you looked all around--was it the curved, Chinese sword displayed in velvet? Your blood sang in envy. What epic battles it must have seen.

“No, mine is…” She trailed off and smiled softly, so softly that you were certain she had forgotten what she was going to say in the first place.

Diana took you by the hand and led you through the room.

“Look familiar?” She says.

You looked surprised at first, as you caught sight of the relic Diana was presenting as her own. You felt your heart pound twice as fast. There was a little sign in bold print that made a little explanation of what Miss Prince was presenting, but it wasn’t something you needed to read to know. It was you. It was your face, made smoothly from white marble. The divots of your nose and the hollows just under your eyes, where your closed eyelids let your lashes kiss the skin.

It was like looking in the perfect mirror.

“Diana…”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked, her lips in a small smile. The curve of her lower lip was calling to you like a siren in the water.

You looked away, taking a sharp breath. “Why would you do it?”

Something panged inside of Diana when you said it. She hid her hurt the way she tended to and she shrugged all too casually. “It made its way to me at the most opportune of times,” she said. “Your message was sent through it.”

“Interesting,” you said. “I didn’t realize that it would come from my lips so literally,” you added with a shrug that was just like Diana’s-- too casual. “The incantation said it’d be just as good as the real thing. You know, face to face. But this was...face to face.”

You were pale. Diana could see it as you tried to hide it, looking away from your marble image. “So how do we start looking?” you asked, rubbing your hands together mischeviously. You were more than ready to ditch the venue and begin the search.

“Looking?” Diana asked. “Look around at whatever you’d like. There’s lots of wonderful pieces to see.”

“That’s not what I meant, Dee,” you said, putting a hand on your hip. “I didn’t come here to flirt and play games. You told me the reason we even came to this place was because the chances of finding the artifacts were higher.”

Diana’s brows furrowed with anger as you looked flippantly at her. “You don't like the statue?”

Your chest constricted painfully as you looked into her brown eyes abruptly. You took a deep breath. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” she asked. She was prodding you for answers, something she did often. Today, though, you weren’t in the mood for her prodding. “I smell wine,” you said with a smile. You held out a hand for Diana to take. She hesitantly accepted. By the look on her face, she was trying to figure out what was going on inside your head.

“I'm sorry for my attitude, Dee,” you said as you both strolled out of the exhibit. Indeed your senses were correct, and you found a table of champagne and wine, stacked in neat glasses that made an elaborate tower.

Diana took a glass in her slender hands, balancing it in the folds of two fingers. “You don't have to apologize,” she said as she took a studious sip of her drink. You were not as wary-the drink was gone in a single gulp, leaving Diana to give you a chastising glare. She stopped you from taking a second goblet.

“It's not as if I'd get drunk off it,” you complained as Diana arduously took you away.

“Let's enjoy the time you have here,” Diana said softly as she linked her arm with yours. “You still have so much to see before you return to The Mountain.”

You shivered at the thought.

“Dee...if I don't find these artifacts, then I-I don't know if I'll want to return.”

Diana lifted a brow. She was surprised to hear you stuttering. It’s not usual that you’re at a loss for words. “What happened to not wanting to live without powers?” She asked, in the slight guise of a tease.

You were not in a gaming mood. You pulled your arm away from Diana’s. Your skin prickled with warmth from where she had touched you, so softly.

“How long do we have to be here?” You asked, picking up another glass.

Diana frowned. “Don't you want to watch my presentation?”

“No,” you said, blandly. You had no interest in watching Diana talk about you and your life.

Diana looked stupefied. For a brief second you could see her youth melt away to reveal the aches and pains she'd felt over the span of her long, long life. But being Diana, she quickly covered herself back up with a warm smile. “Hmm. Then…enjoy the other galleries. Please don’t go off and start looking on your own. I will help you. Just wait until tonight. Okay?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

Diana’s eyes hardened. “Fine.” She left you briskly, like a wounded animal trying to play off the gravity of their injuries. She had been hurt. You hurt her.

You kept seeing her face in mind, melting away from the pain you had instilled.

Angry boiled in your gut as you stormed out, your curly sprigs of hair bouncing around your face. She didn't have the right to look at you that way. How dare she?

What made her think that she was obliged to your time and attention, especially when you were so very clearly trying to search for the stupid artifacts?

Diana didn't care about you. Not really. She was having a grand time playing housewife with you in her Paris forest home. But she didn't understand the pressure you were under, nor the fear that was blossoming in you every day.

Persephone wanted what she wanted, and she usually gets what she wants. And Persephone just so happens to want a mistress of her own. Her departures from the Underworld leave her so lonely that she wanted a special plaything to keep her occupied for the few months she spent away from home. A special wife, just for Persephone’s boredom. And for some reason, you were the only name to come up. You found it hard to believe that no other name was thrown in the ring. What made you so special? What was so imperative about this marriage arrangement that only an epic search around the world would get you out of it?

You were in need of catharsis. Big time.

You cast one finally glance over your shoulder. Diana was making friendly conversation with her colleagues. Good. Let her.

You left to explore the rest of the venue. It was definitely an art venue, that was for sure. Other rooms had galleries of portraits and cultural artifacts on display. You examined everything closely. It must be easy to fool mortals. You could identify with ease the real, valuable baubles from the fake.

The Mesopotamian pottery? Almost all fake.

But the armor? Most of it is authentic.

Boring, oh, boring, you think as you pass a table of refreshments. You down another glass of champagne. Less boring, the world became as the bubbly drink warmed your insides.

You moved onto the paintings. Now paintings are certainly nice to see! No one actually cared about them, though. At least, not on the Mountain. Some mortals poured their blood, sweat, and tears into a just a few paintings. Little did they know that Gods would rather see a phallic statue or two. But, paintings? Boring.

Your eyes caught a glance of one particular image on the far end of the room. You left your empty glass on the nearest surface and quickly headed for the painting.

“Mother,” you whispered.

Aphrodite was pictured in a gilded frame. Aphrodite was pretty well known. And this painting captured her imagery down to the tee. You stared at the image, half expecting it to come to life.

“You look like her,” a voice said. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the flirtatious lilt in the woman's voice already.

Oh.

She was prettier than you expected.

“Do I?” You purred.

Guilt dripped down the back of your neck in the form of sweat.

But, you tell yourself, there's no reason to feel guilty. Diana would not care if you simply spoke to another. Diana wouldn't. Diana wasn't anyone important.

Just a friend.

“Actually, yes, you do,” the woman said, looking between you and the painted Aphrodite. “That's really strange.”

You shrugged impassively. “Maybe it's my outfit.”

The woman giggled, covering her thin lips with a hand. “You certainly look authentic,” she said. “Are you presenting something, or…?” You shrugged. “I just dress this way,” you said, trying to sound pompous. Your tactics were working, strangely enough. The woman was eating from the palm of your hand. She moved closer, her blue eyes analyzing your outfit and figure. No one can resist a bitch.

“It looks really good,” she said.

You offered a fleeting smile. “What brings you here? Are you a curator as well?”

“Just a patron of the arts,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I collect. I live for these exhibitions.”

“Collect?” you repeated.

“I buy whatever is for sale and I add it to my collection,” she amended. Interesting.

“And what is it that you like to collect?” you asked her with a flirtatious smile.

Your teeth slid over your lip as you spoke, drawing the woman’s attention to the bow of your mouth and the pearly white of your canines. Your veins flexed as you pushed the glittering energy to the forefront of your mind, willing it to gloss through the woman’s nostrils and mouth. She took a deep breath and momentarily looked dazed. Was this her first experience with magic? She was taking it well.

“I collect priceless artifacts that I then auction off through an illegal ring of buyers,” she admitted, her eyes glazed over with dulled senses.

“Why?” you asked.

“We’re looking for magic in the real world, trying to prove it exists.”

You cut off the magic flow of the energy that was seeping right into her, making her tell the truth without thinking about it. “Wow, now that’s very interesting.”

She looked bashful, realizing exactly what she had just said. “Forgive me,” she said, clearing her throat. “I tend to dramatize most of what I do.”

“It’s okay,” you said, sending out a last minute wave of magic. “I’m in the same line of work. I work with your colleagues.”

“You work with Joseph and Alicia?” she asked, looking surprised even as the enchanting fumes seeped into her skin.

“I do,” you said. I’m looking for my own artifacts. Maybe you could help me.”

Cut off. The pulses of magic ceased in a sudden break, as if they’d hit a brick wall.

She once again looked dazed, maybe a little nauseated. But she shook it off. “Maybe I could,” she said, looking pleased with the idea as if it were her own.

You were pleased. Smirking at her, you admired your handiwork. Mortals are so easy to enchant. Especially one that already believes in magic. She, foolishly, allowed her mind to be off guard, likely never expecting to be ambushed by the one force she sought to discover.

You led her out of the room, plucking up another glass of sparkling wine upon passing the mobile waiter.

“What sort of magic are you looking for, exactly?” you asked as you downed the drink.

You led her by the arm, touching her bare skin and feeling her hair stand on edge. You tried not to frown. Was she lovestruck? You’d hardly tried to sway her. A little bit of magic must go a long way. Given your heritage, you’re really good at making others fall in love with you. Unfortunately, you never seem to attract the ones that really matter. You thought of Diana. Your chest constricted and you got angry again.

“Just magic,” the woman said, shrugging off the term. “Is there many kinds?”

“‘Are there,’” you corrected her, tapping her cute, Fae-like nose. “And I’d say that there are several. There’s not a dynasty in the world that never knew of it. Civilizations across the eons have all tried to gather as much knowledge as they can. It’s like a language. Words can be translated over and over and over, and eventually, it will lose all meaning. That is magic.”

“How do you know this?” the woman asks, looking up at you with awe.

“Take it on my authority,” you sighed, sprinkling another charm in between your words. “If you can help me, then I’ll help you bring back something ‘magical.’ But only if you help me.”

“Let me know how I can!” she said eagerly.

What could be the simplest way to explain everything? “There are two artifacts I’m looking for. Two very specific pieces. I must find the real ones, not any other lookalikes or recreations. A crown and a spear.”

The woman’s face softened grievously. “That will be very difficult,” she explained. “There are thousands of those from this current generation alone.”

“Oh, I feared you’d say that,” you sighed. “These artifacts span back a long time ago. Both are Greek in origin. The crown, well, its legend says that Aphrodite herself lost it during war. And the spear is very specifically the Thyrsus of Dionysus. I do realize that it will be hard to find, but I’m hoping that perhaps you and your syndicate have come across it…?”

The woman blinked. “Well. Maybe. I need more specifics. What do they look like?”

Irritated, you sighed. A part of you hoped that just a description would suffice. “Aphrodite’s crown” seems like something someone would just know about, without needing a description foretold.

“It’s…silver. After all this time, it will remain so. It was mended and infused with the magic of Gods, so it will never tarnish; it will never rust. It will always be Aphrodite’s paragon.”

Indeed, the tiara was Aphrodite’s favored possession, which she mourned the loss of for some time. If you found it…

Not only would you gain your freedom. You’d earn your mother’s happiness. The smile on her face upon receiving her lost thing would be because of you.

Dare to dream, a voice whispered in your head; it sounded eerily like Diana’s.

You led the woman, your new friend, around other exhibits as you did your very best to funnel images of the two artifacts you so desperately needed. As much detail as you could. It was an overload for the poor mortal’s brain. You had to ease up and funnel little percentages of magic in intervals. Giving the woman some time to breathe, you let her take a seat on a marble bench. You found her a glass, not filled with champagne, and thrust it in her hand. “You’re alright,” you compelled her.

She took ginger sips of her water. “I’m alright,” she assured you, once again mistaking the words for an idea of her own device.

“Don’t you know anyone that’s heard of these things?” you asked her. “You have connections, right?”

“I do!” she said eagerly. “I just have to-”

“Y/n!” A loud voice boomed in your ears. You clamped your hands around your ears.

The voice wasn’t coming from an external force; it was coming from within you. The Voice of the Gods often flowed past your brain, going from the inside out and pushing into your ears. This Voice was Diana’s. You whipped around and saw Diana storming down the hall, her heels attacking the marbled floors as she charged your way.

You tried to rush at her and stop her from doing whatever it was she was prepared to do. Kill you? Perhaps. Behead you? Maybe. String you up with her lasso and shame you? Sure.

If you were lucky, she’d just kick your ass.

“What’s going on here? The place reeks of magic. What the hell are you up to?” her Voice demanded.

“Hello, Diana,” you said aloud, trying to remain cordial and ignore the fact that she was yelling at you.

Diana took one look at the woman sipping her water and her eyes filled with rage. You hadn’t ever felt the brunt of her full fledged anger before; you have a feeling you’re about to.

Her eyes took hold of the woman on the bench. She could see what you were seeing: the golden, glowing cloud in the woman’s aura. Gods could see magic, and your magic, the compulsion, persuasion, was golden and bright, like glitter and a setting sun.

You actually felt like cowering down from her as she tried not to yell. “Do you even know her name?” she demanded.

Your cheeks burned. “No,” you muttered. You felt, surprisingly, ashamed.

Diana physically restrained herself, taking a deep breath of composure as she brushed past you to your informant. She tugged on the woman’s elbow to capture her attention. “What’s your name?” she asked carefully. It was difficult for her to get the woman’s undivided attention. The woman looked lost without you directly at her side. The lack of magic triggered a dizziness in the woman’s brain.

“Fiona Solway,” she responded. If she noticed the tensions running between you and Diana, she didn’t say anything. She looked around Diana’s shoulder. The physical taughtness of her shoulders relaxed when she caught sight of you. “Fiona,” Diana said, trying to remain pleasant. “Did my friend even ask your name?”

You physically started at the sound of Diana’s voice; though she said ‘friend’, she didn’t sound at all ‘friendly’, making the term sound negative.

“No,” Fiona said, sounding not at all offended. Your magic was too deep in her head for her to care. Her urge to follow you, to receive more magic from that direct connection you’d created, was too strong. It interfered with her mortal nature. It interfered with her mind and her person.

The look Diana gave you was grave. It made your heart sink into your stomach. You really would have preferred it if Diana had punched you square in the boobs.

“She has connections,” you told Diana. “She can help us find the artifacts.”

“Is my help just not enough for you?” Diana seethed. “Bringing a mortal into this? A human? I told you I could help you and I really want to. But this is a dangerous search! We don't know where either of the Artifacts are, or who they're with. Didn't you ever contemplate the fact that there could be others looking for them? Magic runs deep into gangs and mobs and cults. I can guarantee you that we aren't the only ones who know.”

You felt the urge to cry, the sensation pricking at corners of your eyes. “It’ll be fine,” you managed to scowl, crossing your arms. The grip of yourself was enough to keep you from unravelling completely. But still, your emotions were coming off as stark anger and attitude, which Diana didn’t seem to appreciate.

“Fiona doesn’t mind,” you snapped.

Diana’s brown eyes were blown wide with anger. You could see her aura, billowing silver and red and blue, like magic was pluming off of her. She was trying to contain herself, but the Voice that rang loudly in your head was enough notice for you that she was very close to losing it. You felt small.

“She won’t be coming with us,” Diana’s Voice echoed. “I recommend you break whatever spell you’ve put her under.”

With a burning face, you turned back to Fiona, who was typing away on her cell phone.

You sat beside her, ignoring the burning glare of Diana, who watched you like an impatient mother, her foot tapping away and all.

“Small change in plans,” you said warmly as you rubbed Fiona’s shoulder. “I don’t need your help anymore.”

Fiona looked up from her phone, her nose scrunching in confusion. “I already put out an alert for the crown, though,” she said in a tiny voice. The heartbreak she felt as though she had displeased you made Diana suck in a deep, frustrated breath.

“No, it’s okay,” you told her. “You’ve helped me enough. I think you can go, now,” you added, pushing in another gentle wave of magic. Very suddenly, her mood changed. She nodded and looked happy to have helped. “Okay! I hope you can find them. Do I still get something magical?” she asked, then, looking to have remembered what you promised.

Diana made an impatient sound. “Are you kidding me?” she swore in Ancient Greek.

“I have something for you right now!” you told Fiona, sending Diana a bitter look. You looked around for something, something very small, easy to manage, and also easy to infuse with some form of magic.

You saw a wandering waiter with another tray of flutes filled with sparkling wine. You rushed, grabbed one, and-

“You’ve had enough to drink as it is,” Diana said sharply. She reached out to grab the drink from you, but you evaded her with a graceful spin on your toes.

Diana couldn’t use full magic like most other Gods. She could do basic enchantments, a handful of charms; but not spells. Not like the one you were going to attempt to do. It seemed easy in nature. Judging by the radius of the glass, which you were roughly estimating one point four three, perhaps point five, the entire structure was strong enough to handle the magic you were about to bind to it.

“Erueka,” you told Fiona pleasantly. “It’s a regenerative lust poition. You can drink it and it would refill on its own. Though, I don’t recommend doing that,” you added as a warning before you let her take it in her hands.

Fiona didn’t seem to be impressed. You frowned, and then looked at Diana for some praise.

She looked equally unimpressed.

“Well, pass it back, then,” you muttered as you took the flute away from Fiona. You poured it on the floor, making Diana swear in shame. Fiona’s eyes glittered as the flute refilled itself, the champagne bubbling right back up to the top.

“Someone could slip in that,” Diana hissed at you.

“It’s amazing! What if the glass breaks?” Fiona asked with curiosity tremoring in her words.

You blinked as you thought. “Then the whole spell would probably be broken,” you concluded.

“Did you bind the spell to the glass or to the champagne?” Diana’s irate Voice asked.

“I bound the spell to the glass itself,” you told Fiona, feigning wise knowledge beyond years. Diana fought for your attention in your head as you explained the overall gist of the brand new Lust Potion you’d just now made on a whim.

“So always have protected sex,” you added to Fiona. “And feel free to show that to your friends. I must say, magic based orgies are certainly the best to attend.”

Diana looked tempted to punch you square in the pelvis. She appeared to want to physically harm you. This was alright.

Fiona, drunk and dazed from the sudden magic of various opinion, stumbled away with the glass in hand.

You could feel the tether between you, and her, stretching as she moved farther and farther away. You knew, though, that tether would never break. At least not for a long time.

Diana knew that, too.

“You ruined that woman’s life,” Diana said. To put her voice as sounding ‘cross’ is much too gentle. She wasn’t ‘cross.’ She was ‘enraged.’

“I just saved that woman’s life,” you argued. “She’ll never have to worry about miserable relationships lacking sex. So long as she keeps that glass safe.”

Diana did not find this funny.

“I don’t see the harm,” you defend yourself as you cross your legs. You looked up at her from your spot on the cold bench, examining your nails as a way to appear nonchalant.

“The ‘harm’ is that you’ve outwardly exposed magic to a mortal. The ‘harm’ is that you just gave a human the potion for the very thing all humans crave the most.”

“What, a good rutt?” you chortled.

“Intimacy,” Diana said fiercely. “Humans would fight tooth and nail and claw for the guaranteed chance of intimacy. Of being wanted by someone who would otherwise not want you back. Do you know how that could hurt someone? Especially if it got in the wrong hands? What if she drugs another person with it? That person would be feeling that way against their will. But you didn’t think about that. You didn’t think about the consequences of your actions. You never do. You’ve been spoiled your entire life, and now you’ve come to this realm just to wreak havoc?”

You rolled your [hue] eyes to the sky. “You're a prude,” you spat.

“And you're a brat with the most morosoph of principles,” Diana spit back, using twice the amount of venom you had.

Any other day you'd be able to let such words roll off the shoulders. But today?

Though technically unable to get drunk off mortal alcohols, you did feel a slight tenderness to your belly and chest. And head. And really all over.

Lo! Was it heartache? Love sickness?

The intrepid act of defiance against Diana might have been described, by a licensed professional, as an act of begging for attention. Maybe you wanted to see Diana jealous. Maybe you wanted to see her angry.

You'd gotten part of your wish.

With a pursed expression of anger (fueled by shame! As if it wasn't bad enough) you brushed past Diana’s shoulders.

“You don't even know where you're going,” Diana called after you.

“I'll take a taxi,” you fumed.

“You still need to give the driver an address,” Diana called back. “If you can tell me the name of the resort we’re even staying at, then fine. I’ll let you go.”

You jeered to a stop.

You turned back around and folded your arms over your chest. “Give me the title of our inn,” you spat.

Diana chuckled bitterly. “‘Title of our inn’?” she repeated.

“Exòloio,” you spat.

“You're acting like a drunken bitch,” Diana seethed.

You gasped. “I wish I never came here in the first place,” you shouted.

Diana grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you close and glaring into your very soul. Your breath hitched. You and Diana were chest to chest, breathing hard and snarling at each other like rabid wolves ready to pounce at each other.

With all the aggression of Athena, Diana wrenched you along as she marched outside the museum.

Night had fallen by now. Had it been that long? Maybe you were drunk.

“Fiona!” Diana shouted.

Fiona was easily traceable in the lingering crowd loitering around the venue. Fiona turned around, looking half dead. Her eyes were glossy. Void.

But when she caught sight of you and Diana, she was filled with life. She came over to you like a doe prancing through flowers.

“Hello,” Fiona said happily. She clutched her spelled glass like it was her lifeline.

Diana finally released you. You wanted to tend to your wrist, rub and ease the pain Diana had caused, but doing so would have admitted to Diana that she had an effect on you.

“May I please see that?” Diana asked kindly.

She pointed a manicured finger to the spelled champagne flute. Fiona shrugged naively as she handed the flute to Diana.

“No!” You shouted at Diana, already knowing what she would do the minute she had it within her grasp.

Diana threw the glass at the ground, the spellbound artifact shattering. A piercing pain shot through you, like a spinal headache in its most concentrated form.

The broken glass reverted to the oldest form as Diana waved a hand over it. The shards melted into grains of sand, blowing away in the wind.

You were tempted with the urge to lunge at Diana and wrestle her to the ground, maybe even punch her in the breasts a few times.

“Why'd you do that?” Fiona asked Diana. Her mouth was quivering. She looked like a toddler.

“Look at what you've done,” Diana seethed to you, gesturing to Fiona’s slightly pathetic displays.

You knew what Diana was talking about. The magical inebriation effect on mortals was far more serious than it was on a Demigod or Amazonian.

Fiona Solway was simply a victim of the inebriation. Your magic had seeped into her very being and now most of her life subconsciously revolved around you.

It would wear off once the physical distance between you two increased. But right now, Fiona was utterly devastated to have lost the gift you'd given her. Tears dribbled down her face, and she wiped them away with confusion. “You broke it,” Fiona saidm sounding void of any emotions. Her face contorted before she covered it with her hands and cried. Diana looked frightened as she tried to comfort Fiona, who simply looked to you for comfort, the way a puppy would look at his master.

“Can’t I have another one?” she asked, her lip quivering. “I’ll take better care of it.”

Diana’s horror was blatant. “Look at what you’ve done to her,” she cried.

“She would have been fine once some…physical distance…was between us,” you argued, the feeble attempt to get Diana off your back failing. Diana pushed you aside.

“Let me handle this,” she said bitterly as she held her hands out to Fiona. Fiona took them, looking hopeful for another chance to redeem herself in your eyes. Redemption in your eyes was all Fiona could think about. You could feel her shame pulsing down the one way tether as she shivered in Diana’s gentle grasp. Diana chewed her lip. Magic of a demigod was not as strong as magic of a god. But Diana’s magic was fixating to the center of the enthrallment spell you’d placed so lovingly on Fiona. Diana’s magic shattered it and it left Fiona feeling faint.

“How do you feel?” Diana asked. You could see the remnants of your spell shattering to the ground, fluttering like crystal snow and shining like your favorite gemstones.

“Weird,” Fiona said. “Who are you guys, again?”

“Diana, the curator of the final exhibit you saw. You and I spoke about my work. My friend, Y/n, did a magic trick for you. But you had to leave for bed because you had a few too many glasses of champagne and now you have a headache. You’re excited to come back tomorrow to tour the rest of the remaining exhibits. You had a lot of fun tonight.”

“I had a lot of fun tonight!” Fiona said happily. Her face had completely morphed and she could now look at you without feeling a heart wrenching pain in the pit of her stomach. She bid you goodbye, which you half heartedly reciprocated, and she hailed a taxi.

She left.

Diana turned to glower at you.

Her aura was shimmering with sapphire blue and tinsel-like strands. Her magic was stronger than you had last seen it. Maybe it was the anger that was flowing in her, which was evident to see outside of her aura.

“Thank you,” you said dumbly.

“That’s all you have to say?” Diana asked.

“I didn’t foresee you getting so angry about something so miniscule,” you snipped, putting your nose in the air. You should apologize, admittedly, for ruining her night.

“Doling out magic to random human women you want to play with is irresponsible and idiotic. You should know better than to do such a thing! You’re unrecognizable right now! What happened to you in the brief hours I was away from you? Do I have to keep you on a leash? Well, you’d probably just like that.”

Diana’s words cut deep.

Whatever apology you’d been brewing burnt and shrivled up.

She really said that, huh?

“You’re a bitch. I didn’t realize a pesky mortal sideeffect of being a demigod was getting your period.”

Diana looked half ready to throw you across the street. Her strength was admittedly twice that of any average god you could find On The Mountain; could you take her in a fight? No. Did you want to take her in a fight? Not particularly.

“I’m ready to go to sleep,” you sighed; upon finding yourself backed against a wall, facing an opponent such as Diana, all you could do was talk yourself out of it. Talking is your most formidable weapon, be it against an enemy, or against yourself. You’re good at it.

“Fine. Let’s go,” Diana seethed. She hailed a taxi, keeping her back to you at all times.

She pulled the door open and wrenched your arm in her grip as she harshly ushered you inside. Your skin burned under the touch of her hot motions. Your chest grazed hers as she pushed you into the car, and the motion had your heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s. But the anticipation was one sided, clearly, as Diana shut the car door. She told the address to the driver and let him speed away.

Without her.

You were stunned.

You hadn’t realized how dependent on Diana you were until you arrived back at the hotel.

You couldn’t find your room, so you lingered at the front desk and demanded the room information.

That process required identity verification, which is apparently hard to do without an identity card. People carry their names on little cards as a way to prove their identity. That’s understandable, at least for celebrities and politicians. But what do common folk need to prove their names for?

It’s needless. It causes unnecessary strife.

You did make it back to your bedroom, after a long talk with the evil mortal who guards the hotel’s intelligence desk. He seemed judgemental over the fact you didn’t have an identity card. Or anything with your name on it. If he knew the raw force he was reckoning with he would not be so smug nor so cocky.

And still-you couldn’t help but feel sad over the fact that Diana had not been there to watch you triumph the little mortal. The wee man was no match for your pure persistence.

Diana would pay for the shame she brought upon you tonight. She made you feel guilty and over something miniscule. She didn’t have the right to do such things! She doesn’t own you. She doesn’t know the ways On The Mountain. The laws and principles of that such place are merely different. Starkly different.

You were able to undress yourself. You were able to bathe.

As the shower water beated down on you, you could see your aura shimmering like dull copper on your [hue] skin. Diana was really bringing you down.

You wouldn’t apologize, though, she owed you that.

After bathing, you flickered through the various selections that the television had to offer. The show you’d become so fond of, Friends, wasn’t anywhere to be found.

You felt sick.

Upon not finding your familiar show anywhere, a sinking feeling grew in your belly.

You missed Diana. Where was she? When would she come back?

Maybe you should apologize.

Maybe you should go out and look for her!

You laid back in the bed, twiddling your thumbs in your lap as you stared at the ceiling. The soundless room was somehow the loudest thing you’d ever heard.

You’d never felt this way.

This horrible, sick feeling was never spoken of On The Mountain. This sickness…it was making you anxious.

No. Worse. The sickness is the anxiousness. It’s anxiety.

You sat up, groaning and audibly distressing.

How could this be? A magic slip up and mortal fears, in one night?

There came a knock at the door. You leapt out of bed, your stomach immediately feeling relieved of its pain. Diana was back. Diana, Diana, you’re so sorry. You’ll never do it again.

You pulled open the door, already voicing your apologies-

To Fiona Solway. And to an angry looking, sword wielding, Hephaestus.

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