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riridontneedya · 2 years

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What's mine isn't yours ....

Well! here it is !! After much debate over a title shout out to the absolute babe @notyour-valentine who came up with it! love you lots like jelly tots . Also all the love to the kind @runnning-outof-time who also gave me a fantastic suggestion . Honestly thats why its so late up I went from nothing to spending most the day agonising over my choices hahaha anyway I'm so grateful :) x

Pairing: Tommy x Y/n x Micheal

Summary: Female reader finds herself frustrated with Tommys dismissive behaviour. She sets out to harmlessly achieve a reaction from Tommy with no intention of pursuing these ventures ... however things take a turn when there's a different tone with Micheal

Word count : 3,700

Warnings : Would you like some plot to go with that smut ;) .

A/n: PS! let me know if you'd like a sort of "series" from this .. I can create wee back stories developing more on how each relationship came to be .. if you're interested . I could also make the reader gravitate to your chosen beau or change her tune entirely ! either way let me know & Shout again to the gorgeous lot who helped with the title and support! means the absolute world! Do not hesitate to give me feedback if you wish etc , always happy to hear you guys thoughts and opinions! I really hope you enjoy it xx

Pss: @mrkdvidal1989 loving the honesty haha , here's your wee tag now its completed :) x

The saying goes.. ‘To any action there is always an opposite and equal reaction’ at least according to Newtons theory. Alas y/n was eager to put it to the test tonight. If everything were to go according to plan her actions would solicit the exact reaction she wanted from Tommy. Y/n knew she had to be sly yet subtle .. As Tommy always had a knack for being 10 steps ahead of you. As well as that he seldom rewarded bad behaviour so ,any deliberate frivolous displays of defiance would land her a much longer sentence of silent treatment. This behaviour was not uncommon for Tommy but y/n grew tiresome off his broody spells and lack of communication .. leaving her pining for his attention .. his touch. It had gone on long enough and y/n was ready to play her own games. Y/n gazed over at the numerous articles of clothing littered across the bed. To say she had nothing to wear would be utterly untrue as to fill the void of his absence Tommy always adorned her with the latest ,lavish Parisian fashions and glittering jewels. She had an absolute abundance of choice.. its was just that none of them had that certain je ne sais quoi .If she wore something far too extravagant Tommy would notice immediately ..have her return home at once and demand she tell him who else she was fucking. As toxic as it may seem she needed him riled up not fuelled with explosive anger.

Almost ready to settle for a rather lack lustre dress, y/ns eye caught a ribbon peaking from amongst the hoards of clothes. Immediately she yanked onto it revealing her beloved old corset. With all her new garments she had simply forgotten about this.. it was her absolute favourite Tommys too for sometime.. it was perfect. It was simple yet effective not to garish and with the correct accessories it would surely do the trick. Feeling triumphant with her choice in outfit and hair and makeup done accordingly she was ready to make he way to the Garrison. Y/ns heels echoed along the cobbled street as she headed towards the door . With force she pushed the door open expecting it to be filled to the brim with the usual unscrupulous men , with the usual raucous laughter, and the usual billows of smoke homogenising with the unmistakeable aroma of whiskey. In fact it was entirely the opposite ..music gently hummed from the radio, handfuls of entirely normal looking people dotted about quietly engaged in conversation and sipping drinks. However there was a rather subdued John sipping whiskey at the bar. Panic promptly swept over y/n “fuck” she thought to herself had Tommy just magically preempted she’d act up tonight and called the whole thing off or worse had there been bad news for the family.

Clearing her throat “John” y/n muttered sheepishly. His eyes rapidly shot up in her direction, then began to gloss over her body lingering at her buxom figure. As his eyes loomed over her corset laden bosom he couldn’t help the grin brewing at the corners of his mouth. Fair to say the outfit had the desired effect y/n wanted .. yet again John was quite the easy target. Clearing her throat again, this time louder he promptly snapped his gaze away flashing y/n an apologetic smile. “So ..what’s happening here I thought there was supposed to be party .. but” y/n gestured her hands alluding to the empty bar. “Nothing horribles happened has it John?” Y/n questioned as she made her way behind the bar. “Ey, nout to worry yer pretty head about , there’s some business to attend to first so its been pushed back a couple hours .. didn’t Tommy tell you”. Now what Y/n really wanted to blurt in frustration was “No , because that would require him having to actually talk to me”. But y/n knew better of course he wouldn’t go out of his way for something so menial. Instead with a forced smile she said “Oh dear, I must’ve just forgot”.

True to Johns word as they chatted away and drank the bar became progressively busier starting to take on its familiar formation. Still very much enraged at Tommy y/n had time to set her plan into action. Having plied John with large amounts of alcohol he was now much more aggressive with his flirting and y/n encouraged this , why …well this is because Tommy had an awful jealous streak he simply couldn’t conceal . Apart from everyone simply knowing better than to take what was his he still reeled at the slightest attempt of someone encroaching on his territory. Now what better way than to evoke a reaction than have him think he was being outranked by none other than his own brothers. If it appeared that y/n was being showered in attention whilst not actively seeking it yet not putting a stop to it would surely elicit a strong reaction. John continued to flirt making outlandish comments landing a playful laugh from y/n as she swatted him “Johnathan, behave” she mused. “Ugggh no one calls me that, you don’t hear me calling you y/f/n” he grumbled “True” giggled y/n “But I mean there’s nothing stopping you calling me it ,only my father does”. With hazy eyes John peered at y/n over his glass , his hand sloping towards her hand rested on the bar “Does that make me your Daddy then”. Y/n gawped in astonishment recoiling her hand from out of his reach.

Why was she suddenly so repulsed at his advances.. this would be harder than she thought .. with John no longer a viable choice she’d much rather call it a day than mindless flirt with the likes of Finn or Arthur. Right on queue as if he had a sixth sense Thomas emerged. “You don’t need anymore people calling you daddy John , you already have quite the brood of kids”. With a scoff of disgust directed at Tommy ,John knocked back the remainder of his drink and hobbled away from the bar. “Bottle of whiskey and 4 glasses y/n” instructed Tommy as he seated himself at a table with three other men. Y/n let out a hefty sigh and rolled her eyes. There it was the dismissive behaviour the mere acknowledgment of her existence. She doubted he’d even flinch if John where to mount her there and then at the bar. Tommys provocation had once again soured her mood, wanting him out her sight she set the glasses and whiskey on the table with a begrudging thud narrowing her eyes at Tommy. Without giving him a chance to cast a bland remark she spun hot on her heels and sauntered off.

Y/n heard her name being called from the other side of the room. Swirling around she looked to see who was responsible for calling her . There stood a suited and booted Micheal , fresh back from his travels, the one who this shindig was even for in the first place. His smile was broad and teeth immaculate. “Micheal! welcome back” she beamed , arms akimbo an offering of a hug. Being of similar ages the pair always were rather close and hugs were nothing out of the norm. However there was a different undercurrent tonight. It had only been a six months absence , and whilst he was very much handsome to begin with , he somehow became much more swoon worthy. His cologne smelt absolutely decedent to y/n and his eyes… oh how his eyes were a youthful and vibrant blue, a stark contrast to Tommys paler ones. Those stony pale blue eyes that were rid of the youthful folly and vibrancy but instead the eyes of a man who had seen many a things. Y/n cocked her head to one side and admired the man before her as he spoke. With a tender offer of his hand Micheal suggested the pair find a corner to themselves and begin to catch up over a drink.

“Hey y/n , mind if ask you something” said Michael. Y/ns eyebrow raised “Of course Mike” she smiled“ he edged painfully close to y/n causing her heart to flutter . He began to whisper “If I knew no better y/n , Id think there’s something you’re after from me” y/n felt her breath hitch. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he continued to edged even closer . Despite the full blown raucous party surrounding them at the bar y/n was solely fixated on Michaels presence and the atmosphere created between them. He was now perched behind her his hands snaking at her waist , head rested at the crook of her neck. As he gently spoke his lips grazed her neck “Just say the word and I'm all yours ,anytime any place”. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut his silky smooth voice and audacious words made her heart ricochet. This was supposed to be mindless flirting but instead she found herself warmed to the idea. Just then she felt the pressure of Michael’s manhood rested taut against her . “Look what you do to me y/n” Micheal purred against her ear further propelling her aching desire.

Now, a rouge gunshot or two was a very much common theme in the Garrison , in fact the wall just behind the bar often faced the brunt of all the stray bullets , however what was uncommon and quite frankly terrifying was who let off the gun. Everyones mouth hung agape stunned as Tommy placed it back in the holster as if it was nothing. In fairness it was his bar so he could do as he pleased, but him being a man of few words many would wonder what warranted it .. but y/n knew exactly what did she felt it deep in her bones. The gunshot had made both of them initially flinch but once Michael saw Tommy was the culprit he took a wide birth from y/n ,he knew just as much as she. “Is it that kind of night ey Tommy” came Arthurs raspy voice breaking the silence as he withdrew his gun. With this immediately several people took cover from a drunk gun wielding Arthur “Now now put that away Arthur , there will be none of that , nothing to worry about just my wife and I shall be leaving” there was an extra emphasis on the word wife when Tommy spoke and all eyes darted to y/n. Smiling coyly she scrambled to Tommys side. Her eyes quickly flittered to Michael who could only flash her a weak smile. Tommys hand now clamped to the small of her back as he ushered her to the direction of the door. Once outside he strode towards his car and got in . Not one word uttered to y/n. Following suit she opened the passengers side and got in.

There was an ominous silence that polluted the car. Tommy expression was undecipherable, he had a glassy like stare that remained fixated on the road ahead . Usually such boisterous behaviour from Tommy would warrant an earful from y/n .. however tonight she remained silent . Unsure where to cast her gaze she simply lent her head on the window staring out into the murky night , her hands anxiously contorting in her lap. She was eager to return home. As the car came to halt on the pebbled driveway y/n flung off her seatbelt and proceeded to promptly make her way to the front door. Once inside she immediately began to ascend the stairs , that was until an enormous thud startled her stopping her in her tracks. Once she sourced the noise she saw Tommy stood by the doors of his office ,arms folded tightly against his chest , he had purposefully allowed one of the giant doors to slam creating the god awful thud. “Im… im going to bed Tommy ..goodnight.” y/n uttered. Staring up at y/n his expression remained the same as that in the car.. icy .. unreadable. Suddenly he let out a rather sarcastic chuckle . Moving from his spot he opened his office door and walked in leaving it ajar behind him. Y/n knew she wouldn’t be going to bed anytime soon.

Sheepishly peering around the door she saw Tommy sat behind his desk , plumes of smoke pummelling from his lit cigarette. His eyes carefully followed y/n as she made her way into the office. He may have simply been sat at his desk but y/ns stomach churned. He exuded power over the room everything from his clothes , his demeanour and undeterred gaze could strike fear into you, his effortless dismissal of you always only made you want to demand his attention. If you happened to be one of Gods favourites and fortunate enough to receive it, it would be more valuable than gold itself. “So Micheal hmmm” he scoffed taking a drag from his cigarette. “Usually it's the blokes that are first to do the ditching for a new shiner version … but” he motioned his cigarette toward y/n “ Fair play” .

Fumbling at her words y/n began to defend herself “don’t be ridiculous , is not like that and you know it! Pssh you don’t even acknowledge me half the time and then you come out with that accusation” Tommy raised his eyebrows and leaned forward in his chair. “ Thats where you're wrong dear , I acknowledge everything that belongs too me and ridiculous you say , hmm what I find ridiculous is you thinking that Micheal can offer you anything he’s not half the man you think he’s cracked up to be .. but you know what they say about greener grass y/n” Growing frustrated y/n began to snap back at Tommys remarks. “ Belongs to you .. fucking hell Thomas ,wow whatever I'm going to bed I physically cannot with you sometimes . Its clear to see I’m only here when it suits you .. yeah I know how the saying goes…but from where I'm standing the grass beneath me is fucking dead”. Tommys whiskey glass halted midway to his lips , his grip was firm and his eyes were now engulfed with fury . “You wanna leave.. don’t let me stop ya” he spat.

“Be my fucking guest Y/N” As he flew up from his chair it skidded across the floor flooding the room with a shrill sound that set your teeth on edge . Marching towards the door whiskey glass clutched firmly in one hand he used the other to thrust the door open. Y/n could see that Tommy was teetering more to the explosive anger stage , rather than the pent up sexual anger so she wasted no time storming off in the direction of the door. Much to her surprise before she had a chance to get two feet out the door his free hand came down sharply on her wrist and yanked her back into the office. There they stood. Y/n pressed against the wall with Tommy inches from her. The tension hung around them like a thick smog . Tommys jaw was clenched his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breathe he took. Y/n looked in adoration at the beautiful disheveled man before her , he was so close she wanted to reach out touch him, taste him. As she leant in to touch her trembling lips against his she was alarmed as Tommys hand came up cupping her mouth, his body now firmly against her . Immediately y/n began to protest but to no avail as all that could be heard were faint muffles.

“Shh shh, now thats a good girl” Her trembling body now pinned beneath him . “Open” he commanded as he removed his hand from her mouth and slopped it around her neck tilting it back. Suspending his whiskey glass he poured the remaining contents into her mouth, letting some of the amber liquid dribble down down her chin and on top her breasts. “Swallow” he rasped . Gingerly she gulped down the liquid. Tommy eyes now ablaze he quickly discarded the glass , and crashed his lips forcefully into y/ns as she hungrily returned his feverish kiss. Withdrawing from her lips Tommy spun her around pinning her hands above her head. Kicking apart her feet he now contoured himself against y/ns behind letting her feel his growing erection gyrate against her. A subtle gasp escaped her lips. “Oh so you like that hmm, should’ve known .. who does it better darling ey?me or Micheal” before y/n had a chance to respond he had a fistful of her hair interlocked around his balled fist and was began to tug “ ah ah don’t fuss now angel , you want to act like a whore then Im gonna fuck you like one.. got it? ”. Tommys words sent an electric charge through y/ns body , she came this far in her pursuit and wanted nothing more than to feel Tommys wrath explode inside her. “You better fucking Anwser me” spat Tommy administering another sharp tug to y/ns hair to garner her attention from her lustful haze. “Yes , yes Tommy” she whimpered.

“Good girl” he cooed as his coarse hands sauntered underneath her skirt , his fingers grazing delicately against her folds. “Ive barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet quite the needy little whore ey” as his fingers traced circles she could feel herself start to disintegrate. “Im going to fuck the thought of Micheal right out of your head understand ….you're mine and I won’t let you forget it” y/n let out a guttural groan as Tommy hook aside her underwear and began to ease two fingers inside her. It didn’t take long until his pace became unbearable and y/n felt her vision cloud over “you know its bad manners y/n to not speak when spoken too ! I said did you understand” he growled thrusting in another finger propelling them inside her at a rapid rate . Y/ns body began to buckle after the numerous orgasms rippling through her “yes , yes ” she managed to utter barley catching her breathe. Withdrawing his coated fingers he inched them into y/ns mouth to suck clean . Once she had sucked them earnestly he then began to tug at the lacing of y/ns corset unfurling it from her body and her breasts bouncing free.

“This !” Proclaimed Tommy wielding the corset in y/ns line of vision “I used to fucking love this , but now you’ve gone and been a whore in it , its hardly the same anymore … I'm not gonna give you a chance to pull another little stunt like this .. understand” with that he tossed the corset onto the roaring flames of the fireplace. Y/n gasped attempting to scurry and save it from its fiery demise but not before Tommy stood in her path. “Oh no you don’t on your fucking knees now” he ordered. As if spell bound y/n resisted defiance and dropped willing fully to her knees. Carefully unbuckling him letting his erection spring free she began to run her tongue from the base all the way up the shaft . This elicited a heft moan from Tommy . Truthfully y/n adored the sound of his groans as she pleasured him it coaxed her to go further and further ladening his member in spit as she gagged on his length. Tommys hands came to either side of y/ns cheeks , he gently cradled them before ramming deeper into her mouth causing her to cough and splutter producing tears down her face. Eyes hooded with pleasure he grinned as he removed himself from her mouth with a gratifying pop. “Such a good girl’, he muttered as he helped her to her feet placing a soft kiss on her cheek . ‘Hands” he commanded , unloosening his tie he used them to fasten y/n wrists together . Tommy motioned his he’d to he desk.. y/n knew what was to come next.

Y/n propped her top half over Tommys desk. This hadn’t been the first time he had her face down arse up. Y/n wriggled trying to find a comfortable position as she knew Tommy would show no mercy once he had taken her. She could hear his footsteps approach and eagerly anticipated his touch. Unsuspectedly y/n felt the warmth of Tommy tongue begin to lick stripes at her sex causing her to claw onto the desk. His tongue fixated on her bud it rotated, flickered and vibrated against it causing her to throb. She so desperately wanted to reach round and press him into her as she rode out her orgasm against his face but that would be impossible as her wrist were bound. He did this purposefully so y/n would be at his mercy as she bucked wildly shaking with distress at the multiple earth shattering orgasms coursed through her. Satisfied with the distress he had caused and y/ns trembling legs he lined himself up to her entrance.

With y/ns slickness he slid in with ease. Tommy moaned with ecstasy as he entered a resounding “fuck” spilling from his lips. His hands fastened at her waist and he began to pummel into her with vigour. The table shook and several trinkets and paper began to tumble off. Y/ns let out screams between pants calling out Tommys name “thats right , let me hear you call my name” his hand striking her arse. Teasingly he withdrew from her then abruptly slammed his length back into . Tommy felt himself getting closer so he picked up his pace for the final push. “Im going to finish inside you , let's see if that adoration he has for you is still there when you're carrying my child” Tommy rasped his pace now sluggish , letting out an ungodly groan as he shot into her. Collapsing onto her back the pair both gasped for breathe. Tommy hoisted himself off y/n , his contents running down the inside of her thighs. Combing his hands through his disheveled hair he cleared his throat and rearranged himself back into his trousers. “Clean yourself up’ he said dryly tossing a rag in y/ns general direction . With that he headed out the door letting it slam shut behind him.

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endress-knight-the-drokain · 1 year

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When I was a wee little lad of middle school age, inhaling books at a rabid pace like the neurodivergent kid that I was, I came across a series called “Micheal Vey”.

And oh boy let me tell you I’m sure the only reason that series was released for younger audiences is because that plot synopsis likely read “bunch of teenagers with electric powers team up to fight and evil company that’s trying to take over the world.”

And while it does have that I’m sure the author purposely made sure the publishers didn’t know about it having such topics like:

• Major character death

• Torture of many kinds

• Eugenics

• Genocide (that isn’t just relating to the eugenics)

• Fascism

• Characters becoming numb to the horrific events and eventually having to except that numbness.

• People getting fed to hoards of rats

• One character getting their tongue removed and forced to live in a cage with monkeys on public display

• The villain wanting to have the protagonist killed, cooked, and severed on a platter for him to eat.

This is all I could pull from the top of my head but I’m starting to understand why my writing is the way it is.

#micheal vey

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gemini-forest · 11 months

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Fun fact: I save EVERY fan art/doodle of Micheal I get and hoard it like the dragon I am. It makes me so happy and I wanna cry and I cherish it

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eddiesxangel · 16 days

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Let me guess… you want to write for Michael (Hoard)??

No, not necessarily… but for those who do, it’s not as big of a deal as everyone is making it out to be ESPECIALLY when in the fic it is stated reader is of age and it’s consensual… Micheal’s character isn’t a villain praying on this innocent teen. They didn’t grow up together, he didn’t groom her. He is a troubled man who had a hard childhood and Maria is the same.

We are all adults (supposedly) and we can make our own decisions on the kinda of content we want to be consuming. If you don’t want to participate no one is forcing you. I’ve seen the movie therefore I can make my own choice as an adult to read/make a fic about a character who is FICTIONAL that is of age.

Yes there is an age gap that is not ideal in the real world, however this is all fictional. No one is saying that you should go be in an inappropriate relationship, we can all use critical thinking to say we as adults know a person in their late twenty’s shouldn’t be with someone in their late teens.

So to end my rant people can write what ever they want. It’s fiction. If you don’t like it don’t read it. Watch the movie before you go attacking those who decided they want to make a fic about this particular character.

#hoard film #tj’s mailbox

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sserpente · 7 months

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Will you be writing for Micheal/hoard anytime soon?? PLEASE SAY YES

I'm honestly not sure. 🙈 I loved Michael and I loved the film but if you've seen it already, you'll know that it's not a comfort movie. It's intense and deals with very real problems and mental health issues with heavy focus on the lives people who deal with these things. Writing Imagines has always constituted an escape from reality for me and I'm not sure anything I could cook up with Michael would do that for me--which in turn, and very importantly, of course, wouldn't make it fun to read for anyone, I think. I'm not gonna rule it out entirely though. I just wish I could give you a more cheerful answer! 🤣

#hoard film #joseph quinn

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selfshippinglover · 10 months

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Aaand lastly for this spam a reminder that your F/Os, Micheal, Actor, Clay nd Rick included love you sososososo much and are thinking lovey dovey thoughts about you as you read this >:3c ~@soft-f1sh-yearnings

Finally gonna answer these Angle! Thank YOOOU FOR SENDING SO MANNY <333

A fuy reminder that alll the Dragon Cookies are thinking of you! Hoarding you, giving you sweet cheek kisses, wrapping you up against their tails, getting easily flushed whether they mean to or not(hee hee Pitaya)

Just, they are allll so endeared to you <3

#Oodles

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madam-mitsume2023 · 9 months

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This link leads to Part 2 or the previous. But enjoy part 3!

Silenced Voice Part 3

Well you were in the human world now. And everyone stayed in devildom except Luke because he didn't want to be around scum who got swooned so easily by a wolf in a sheep's disguise. Ever since you told them off with your final words before your departure to where you peacefully belonged and reside, the group was left with a wound that got bigger and more infected with their own guilt from those painful flashbacks and memories of them hurting you and leaving you repeating in their minds over and over. If only they realized.. that they were played like a piano. They were puppets and Alma was controlling their strings, unconsciously going against their will to hurt Y/N. You had Luke. But you also had Thirteen, Mephistopheles, and Raphael. Who made sure they repented. All in their own way, Mephistopheles wrote an article of what happened so everyone knows the truth including the Demon King, Thirteen helped come up with some punishments. Raphael would have killed that filthy group of men. But he decided not to as he knew you were more into peaceful options to resolve things. So he reported Simeon to Micheal, which Simeon was waterboarded with holy water and he were say every prayer in existence for forgiveness and for Y/N who he had hurt. Meanwhile a witch professor and the Demon King took care of the others. Solomon was trapped in a cabin surrounded by monsters which got bigger every time an insecurity was triggered. Meanwhile the demons were also waterboarded with holy water and had to spend a millenia in the dungeon. Eventually Simeon and Solomon were dragged in and had to spend the last remaining century with the demons. Lucifer lost his composed and perfect posture. He had sat in the corner away from everyone and started to cry. Nobody. Not even Diavolo seen the pride avatar show such emotion. Usually he would have been picked on by the brothers for this... but they all joined and later on.. so did the remaining. "Why.... we scarred them... so much... they are insecure... because of us.. they wanted to die... because of us... and they wanted to leave.... because of us... we made their pain worse all because of that stupid human chick." Lucifer punched the wall. "We didn't protect them... support them... or hear them... just hurt them and ignore them..." Lucifer shook "they made us all a family again when we fell apart. They were what kept us together." You were the glue that put the broken pieces together or the gate that kept them in their herd or flock. Now you were gone. All they would do is fight with each other and themselves. Lucifer working himself either too much or not at all, Mammon hoarding everything you owned. Levi drawing you in anime style only for his tears to stain the paper, Satan wrecking his room enraged in himself and the outcome he and the others brought. Asmodeus lacking self care, Beel no longer eating, Belphie no longer sleeping. Simeon no longer smiling. Diavolo losing his emotions, Barbatos overworking himself And Solomon straight up cold. They wanted someone else to put their blame on, they tried everyone including Alma but it only resulted back to the same thing. It was themselves who let this happen. After their service in the dungeon things have changed. The whole RAD hates the group. And for the remainder of Semesters there is one hour detention after school requested by the King along with daily school cleanup of classrooms, the gym, bathrooms, music room, stage Library, hallways and cafeteria. It was harsh. But it needed to be done, Diavolo also got dethroned and to live as a normal demon for a few months. After their total sentencing they decided to apologize to Y/N themself. To make it right. To prove that they are renewed. Everyone got to go with the consent of the king only to find you starting a song.

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We tried to walk together

But the night was growing dark

Thought you were beside me

But I reached and you were gone

Sometimes I hear you calling

From some lost and distant shore

I hear you crying softly for the way it was before

Where are you now?

Are you lost?

Will I find you again?

Are you alone?

Are you afraid?

Are you searching for me?

Why did you go? I had to stay

Now I'm reaching for you

Will you wait? Will you wait?

Will I see you again?

You took it with you when you left

These scars are just a trace

Now it wanders lost and wounded

This heart that I misplaced

Where are you now?

Are you lost?

Will I find you again?

Are you alone?

Are you afraid?

Are you searching for me?

Why did you go? I had to stay

Now I'm reaching for you

Will you wait? Will you wait?

Will I see you again?

After the cheering the men were reminded of the times where they had let their human suffer alone and cry at night.. if only they comforted them. But still their voice sounded enchanting to them.

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Heidi- Y/N

Lana- Thirteen

Raphael- Jared

Mephistopheles- Evan

As this song was rehearsed the boys felt those painful memories come back as Mephistopheles played the role that they were once in. But afterwards they left leaving you to sing your final Solo for the day.

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Now that it's all said and done

I can't believe you were the one

To build me up and tear me down

Like an old abandoned house

What you said when you left

Just left me cold and out of breath

I fell too far, was in way too deep

Guess I let you get the best of me

Well, I never saw it coming

I should've started running a long, long time ago

And I never thought I'd doubt you

I'm better off without you

More than you, more than you know

I'm slowly getting closure

I guess it's really over

I'm finally getting better

Now, I'm picking up the pieces

And spending all of these years

Putting my heart back together

'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through

I got over you

You took a hammer to these walls

Dragged the memories down the hall

Packed your bags and walked away

There was nothing I could say

And when you slammed the front door shut

A lot of others opened up

So did my eyes, so I could see

That you never were the best for me

Well, I never saw it coming

I should've started running a long, long time ago

And I never thought I'd doubt you

I'm better off without you

More than you, more than you know

I'm slowly getting closure

I guess it's really over

I'm finally getting better

Now, I'm picking up the pieces

And spending all of these years

Putting my heart back together

'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through

I got over you

Well, I never saw it coming

I should've started running a long, long time ago

And I never thought I'd doubt you

I'm better off without you

More than you, more than you know

Well, I never saw it coming

I should've started running a long, long time ago

And I never thought I'd doubt you

I'm better off without you

More than you, more than you know

I'm slowly getting closure

I guess it's really over

I'm finally getting better

Now, I'm picking up the pieces

And spending all of these years

Putting my heart back together (oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, yeah)

I'm putting my heart back together (oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, yeah)

'Cause I got over you (oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, yeah)

'Cause I got over you (oh, ooh-oh-oh)

I got over you

'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through

I got over you

The crowd roared and chanted your name. Your past tormentors were filled with remorse but they wanted to do what was right so they went into the lineup to get an autograph. Only to get some private passes to talk to you privately. Will it work though?

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icouldntthinkofabetternamesook · 2 years

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The Magnus Archives 004-Pageturner

This episode feels like two different statements smashed into one without enough room to let either breathe. We’re getting major developments with the plot and yet I find myself more interested in Dominic and Ex Altiora than the newly building mystery with the Keay family. Jurgen Leitner belongs to both story lines and an intriguing success that keeps the episode from falling apart.

Dominic Swain

This episode sets up a lot of future development with the Eye, Jurgen Leitner, the Institute's larger connections to the world of the supernatural, the Keay family and probably some other things I will notice later and then kick myself for not getting now. Dominic gets lost in the flood of plot.

I really enjoyed hearing about Dominic. That might just be the general themes of art, theater literature, Shakespeare, and books. An evil book would probably be the thing to kill me if I was in this universe. Pretentious art major recognise pretentious art major. The theme of art, literature, theater and high culture aesthetic works well with the Ex Altiora. The old latin book draws in a certain kind of person. Dominic simultaneously wants to make money off it, yet is ultimately drawn into further research by the prestige of a rare find.

Ex Altiora is a cipher to get to Jurgen Leitner, Mary Keay and the larger plot points they represent. But what a cipher it is. An amazing historic find in a boring old charity shop, filled with woodcut pictures of stars and mountains and endless blue. Falling into the sky only hurts when you hit the ground and lightning is a burning painful way to go. But what a view before it hits. Ex Altiora is both terrifying and beautiful in a way other horrors haven't been thus far. Ozone, sky, mountains, falling, vertigo, fear of heights. The episode links ozone as the smell of malfunctioning stage equipment and ozone as the smell of the book. Both are ultimately the smell of Micheal Crew burning.

Dominic’s backstory with Michael Crew was a gut punch in a good way. Lightning strikes are horrifying, burnt flesh and ozone. On a second watch it makes his initial reaction to the smell of ozone from the lights having trouble all the more disturbing. I don’t think it's a coincidence that someone Vast adjacent finds a Vast book. A traumatic incident with lightning from his childhood and he just stumbles across the lightning murder book? No. I Don't know what it means yet, but I look forward to tracking this thread.

Jurgen Leitner

Jurgen Leitner is given a proper slow drip feed in the statement itself and then Jon spells out for us just how big a deal he is. A book collector from the 90’s, who hoarded or created magical tomes. We know he has a pre known relationship with the Magnus Institute. It is rather apparent that the previous Archivist, Gertrude Robinson, is behind the sale of Key of Solomon in 2007. The use of her initials in the email is a clear enough indicator to put together but not so overt to be obvious.

This is the first time we have Jon react to a statement's content in any way other than noting the research that went into verifying it. Other people have been investigating the supernatural and the Institute has dealt with them before. This statement sets up an ‘us vs them’ dynamic between the Institute and other paranormal researchers. We know the Institute and so we route for them taking down Leitner, even if we don’t know what it means.

It will ultimately mean pipe murder, but we don’t know that yet.

Jon takes Leitner seriously and that gives him and this episode a lot of weight. The drip feeding of information about him in the statement is mixed with getting a small tip of a much larger story outside of it. Makes it feel like a pre plotted and pre developed world.

The Keay Family

The monster is Mary Keay.

Every episode has built upon the format of the last in some way, complicating the rules of the universe and exploring new ground. All episodes before this have had an identifiable monster, a single aspect of the supernatural that infringes upon a mostly normal world, often accompanied by non diegetic music. This episode frankly abuses non diegetic music to the point where it starts losing meaning. Here the monster would seem initially to be the Book, in the same way the Coffin was the monster. An inanimate object that enters your life and slowly wears away at your sanity, taking over your body and mind till you're a passenger in your own destruction.

And then Mary Keay shows up and you realize the monster is Mary Keay. Humans can be far more terrifying than anything else. The audience gets sucked into her narrative gravity and Dominic is left as an afterthought.

Mary is a curious old lady who hoards Leitner books. The Bone Tuner book seems to be connected to her through the writing on her head. Mary’s death is the goriest this show has gotten thus far, though it will probably get worse. Skinning a dead woman's body and writing on the skin to make book pages is not a fun mental image. Nor is the thought of what the neighbors must have smelled to call the cops

Gerard on the other hand is a good boy who destroys the magic murder books rather than keep them around. The exact relationship between him and his mostly dead mom is unclear, but they are at odds on some things. We don’t get much Gerard but he’s only been helpful thus far.

I look forward to hearing more.

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