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anyasivy · 5 months

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When You Know, You Know - Leonora Lesso x Fem!Reader

"The sky's beautiful." you said.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you.

warning: i wrote this at 2 am so PLEASE ignore the grammatical errors because on top of that, english is not my first language and i honestly write what sounds best in my head lmfaooooo. this is also based on movie sfgae too.

tags: second chances, light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

A Reader. Nevers would pick on you and some Evers would be ashamed to be in the same space as you. But nevertheless, you never gave up. You had made it through most of the years... barely. But the thing is, you were graduating and about to embark on a journey worthy of heroes. Well, that until you met a new teacher from the School for Evil during the opening day. Lady Lesso. You eventually found out she'd taught Curses and Deathtraps to Nevers. The thought of falling into one made you shiver, and you made sure since then to never be in the same space as her students. She was a meticulous woman, you observed. From afar, she was almost not intimidating. Her movements were firm and confident. Every flick of her hand, every step and stride, every look— it screamed of fearless. She was, in a way you wouldn't dare admit then, beautiful. Your mind reasoned she was evil, and therefore undeserving of that description. But who could look at Lady Lesso and think of her as anything than? She had the features of a goddess, a beauty that begged to be loved, and a soul that invited affection. You reveled in it, in her, that you hadn't realized you had been staring too much. One day, she pinned you against the wall and demanded to stop your madness.

That had changed it all.

You snapped yourself out of it, your hands holding the invitation the school had sent. Or by the looks of it, schools. You heard what had happened recently, and you thanked the heavens you had graduated already. Rafal? Blood magic? Oh yes, definitely grateful you weren't there to deal with that.

Tonight was the night you'd come back, and you looked momentarily at the gown you had picked. The ballgown was violet, which was the first thing that captured your eyes along with its threaded silk flowers down the bodice. It fit perfectly on your waist and had off-the-shoulder straps. It left your collarbone and cleavage bare. You would wear a necklace and black heels to compliment it. And as you look at your gown, you think of how you're supposed to be excited and stuff. A part of you is... kind of... but you were mostly nervous.

You don't wanna know why. You need not to. And there was no way in hell you'd acknowledge it.

"I apologize," her heels were the first to have entered your view as you hunched over your desk, studying. The sound of rustling and her coat falling on your bed made your heart thump over and over relentlessly against your chest. You try to remember the events of today, making sure you aren't going to let Leonora Lesso off the hook so easily. "It's an exercise getting rid of habits."

You scoff at this. "Habits, you say, when what you did was evil."

"I wonder why," she says ever so smugly, but there is a trace of hesitation in her voice. A fragility that suggests caution and care. You don't dwell on it. Not wanting to.

Flipping to the next page deemed unnecessary as words float above your head. All your senses concentrated on the woman who seemed to sit comfortably atop your dorm bed. You resist the temptation to look in her direction. A second of gazing into her limitless amethyst eyes and you'd lose this fight. Useless it may seem, but it was a big step for you. An instance to remind yourself of your own worth.

The flipping of pages must've rang annoyingly in Lesso's ears because she clears her throat. A testimony to the arising irritation she's been keeping off. "I apologize," she says more firmly than the one she came in with. You remained silent. "Truly, this time. I have no excuses for letting my students perform the prank." She had graded them, too. Shouting a significant 'you passed!' across the room with a hint of amusement not of you, but of her students' stunt. You repeated the scenario over and over in your head, hoping it'd motivate you to keep up the upper hand.

You hear Lesso move. The click, click of her heels matched the fast beating of your stupid heart pounding eagerly.

"Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for your apology? Because you and I are fully aware of my incapability to surrender to Good."

You snapped. "Lesso." a triumphant smirk formed on her lips. It disappeared a moment after as she circles your desk, now presenting herself in front of you. Her scent fills the space you felt protected in, and for an instant, you could feel your walls of bricks shattering.

"Perhaps I should, then. With that look you're giving me." Leonora tilts her head, hoping for more words to spill out of those pretty lips of yours. She'd kissed them millions of times, but if it took giving up her whole identity to kiss them again, she'd strip herself nameless. "[Y/N], my love. What will it take for you to forgive me?"

You shivered as she spoke. She knew just how to get you, both with her words and her eyes. That expression of hers. The vulnerability of it all. Leonora Lesso promised a wonder that she swore only you could ever reside. So it wasn't a surprise when you got up and pulled her in for a kiss, quick and soft. A promise itself, too. A forgiveness of something shallow to some.

"You are an asshole."

"We have established that to be a compliment."

The School for Good was as grand as ever. As beautiful, too. You looked over the lake and recalled the lessons you had dozed off in that place. The wind and the soft sound of water made it too relaxing for you to behave like anything but an Ever. You continued up the stairs along with other heroes and their partners. The engagement ring you had shone bright like a mark of property you wanted to resist. You wonder if you should've brought your partner like the rest. But then again, you weren't for semantics when it came to the person you wanted to marry for functionality and formality.

The door was wide open for guests, and as you walked further into, you realized there wasn't anything much that changed. The same halls, walls, and designs. The longing in your chest made you want to go back home, away from this place and reminders of who you used to be--- who you used to be with.

You wonder if she's here. If anything had changed about her, or if she stayed the same, too. Evil and cunning. Yours. The bitter taste of how things ended clouded your mind. The cheery guests and welcomes of students in the Theatre of Tales thankfully distracted you from that.

Surprisingly, the floor was full of both Evers and Nevers mingling. There were those who looked disdained as if the Evilness and Goodness of their souls forbade them from interacting with the opposite side. But then there were those who giggled and laughed with each other, almost intimately. The scene before you caused an overwhelming grief. You pushed it forcibly down and started off as you spotted Professor Dovey.

She gives you a look-over like she wants to remember you, and not a second passes before melts in her knees. "Oh, you child!" she ran to you and wrapped an arm, the other too busy keeping the drink she was holding from spilling. "You have grown!"

"Thankfully," you cheered, beaming at the sight of her. "You look nice. Professor Anemone stopped giving you a hard time?"

"Quite the opposite. Everyone, really. The stress of the events and changes-- oh, it's like Christmas and Halloween collided here and urged a holiday of itself." Professor Dovey groans. "But all's well that ends well."

"Yikes." you flash a sheepish smile and glance over the ball, spotting someone with yellow hair reminding a student to smile brighter. You chuckle, looking back at the Professor before you.

"Mhm. Oh. And--"

"Please, Professor." you cut off. The sudden change in her tone, the small whisper and the softness of it obviously led to the territory you've been avoiding all morning.

Dovey sighed, "All right," her shoulder slumped and her eyes darted around across and behind the place before she was sure to speak again. "I don't wanna spoil your surprise."

"Surprise?"

"She's changed, [Y/N]."

"Surprising."

She chuckles softly, almost with pity. Dovey places a gentle hand on your arm and squeezes it. "How about we go get drinks before you meet the rest of the night?"

The end was nearer than you expected. It was coming fast and keen. Surely. You've been keeping your mind off it, finding solace in the moments of now, and not of the future. You question from time to time your insanity and the way to keep it intact should anything unforeseeable happen. Losing her, to be precise. But she's been quiet about it, and the often change of topic when the mention of your graduation is said clues you just how much she's been keeping her mind off it, too. So here you were in the night, sitting on an alcove, and gazing at the stars from your window. The night sky promised such peacefulness. The darkness and the silence radiated comfort you'd almost forgotten the stakes. The meanings. The possibilities. You hug your knees to your chest, feeling defensive of what was yours. What is yours. What should be yours tomorrow and the days after.

The door creaked open.

"You should be sleeping," her voice echoed from the door, and you felt your heart breaking at the unpredictability it held.

You gulp down the ache, hoping your voice didn't come out shaky, "Punish me for it, then." your humor earns a soft chuckle from the woman you loved, and she walks closer to where you were sitting. She opted for the bed instead of beside you.

"Is everything well?" the question shouldn't be hard to answer. The days when you cried about exams and the fear of failing, and she caught you, were far better than the moment right now. You'd rather endure repeating the year if you were given the choice to. It all seemed so simple then.

"The sky's beautiful," you said instead, your eyes never leaving the view before you.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you. You were... so much more. Your beauty yielded of tremendous unknown that no words could ever amount to describe you. You had her soul, heart, and body. And she didn't mind. Not a single of it.

"What you said earlier," Lesso's mind blanked and her heart froze at the reminder. "I can't say it. I won't ever."

You hear her take a deep breath, it shakes. You finally look at her. And the thoughts of running away with Leonora Lesso didn't seem mad anymore.

"Time will come." was all she said, but her expression betrayed the strength of her voice.

"I won't let it come. If that's what it takes." your voice had gone small, and your feet dragged you beside Lesso. You take her hand with yours and entangle your fingers. You can't let go. Would rather die than be able to. "I can survive Trial by Tales--"

"No. No. We agreed on this. We won't ever." she grips your hand tighter. Desperate. "Evil and Good don't belong together."

And there it is. The string keeping your heart from breaking snaps, and you had fallen into pieces before her. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted closer. You leaned in, hoping to find some insincerity in her eyes. A facade. Because this had to be a joke, a cruel joke. And you'd rather she admit it was and forgive her for being evil than for it being true.

"Leonora, that is not true. You and I both know we belong together. This cannot just stay like this. I don't want us to be just a memory." You begged, holding her hands as if she'd slip through any time.

She would.

"It won't just be a memory for me if it's any consolation, my love."

"I can't deny you."

As the moon passed by the clouds, the moonlight shone right over Lesso's face. Her cheeks glistened with the tears that had fallen. You reached to wipe them, but she had stopped and held your hand before she could. A denial.

"Then it's best if I do."

Professor Anemone had flashed the warmest and the perfect smile as she approached you. The pressure builds up in your breath as you try to imitate. You reminded yourself how foolish it was to think you could still fail at her class, but you were nervous as you smiled, anyway. The Professor hadn't commented on it and instead initiated a quick hug.

"Well, if it isn't our lovely [Y/N]. I'd never admit that before," she raises a playful eyebrow and clinks it with yours and Dovey's. "but you certainly have grown. Engaged, I heard." you start thinking if she had heard of it, too.

Professor Dovey snapped her head in your direction at this, obviously taken aback. You wouldn't blame her. It wasn't something you'd do a year ago. "Engaged?"

You hold out your right hand, and despite having done this a couple of times, the action cringes you as they stare at the beautiful ring. "I meant to tell."

"It's beautiful..." Professor Anemone blinks, "But."

"She'd rather not talk about it." Professor Dovey interrupts, and you smile reassuringly at both of them. "I am glad you're engaged and set to a wonderful, fairytale life, dear."

Your smile tightened. A wonderful, fairytale life you had envisioned before had been different, and beautifully so. The thought of it makes you want to choke. It had been a long time since that dream came across your mind, but the effect lingered the same. The longing and the pain tore through your heart, still. You wanted to excuse yourself then and there when a certain woman walked over the small circle of you and the two Professors.

"You came,"

All the air in your lungs escaped. And so did Anemone and Dovey.

Leonora Lesso stood tall, her heels bothering her feet like always, and dressed in an all-black outfit appropriate for Never Professors, looking as Evil and as beautiful as ever. A wonder. And still, still, she took your breath away.

"You came, too." was all your stupid mouth could say, your eyes fixed on her amethyst ones. Limitless, you'd describe it then. And you were right even after all these years.

"It's kind of mandatory." she humored, and you smiled, and she forgot to breathe as well. It's insane, she thinks, of how you were still able to do this to her. To have this kind of hold after everything.

When Leonora thought she was on the brink of death, her life flashed before her eyes, and she saw you. Your eyes. Your smile. She felt you. Your soft hands. Your touch. You.

Silence fell, awkward silence. And you had shifted your gaze from her eyes to the ground, afraid of letting too much of your emotions fall out. You wonder if she was at all feeling the same.

"Professor Dovey said you changed. A surprise, she claims." you start, hoping it'd suffice for a conversation.

"Dovey says a lot of things."

"I know."

"I should say the same for you." she watched your ring, and you followed suit. You felt almost defensive of your actions when you realized. "I say congratulations are in order."

You gulp the lump in your throat, "You don't have to."

"Congratulations, [Y/N]."

You crumbled. Lesso's face was void of anything but hurt. For a second, you were sure tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and you struggled not to pull her into your arms like before. Why can't this just be like before?

"It's for formality. I don't love him. It's not like that." you quickly blabbered, breathing heavily. "I... shit. Just..." and without warning, you took her by arm and electricity flowed through your skin. You try not to focus on the fact that this has been the first time you touched her in years as you drag the both of you to your secret spot. A surreptitious place that felt like it was built solely for the two of you. When you arrived, a breath you didn't know you were holding was still stuck in your throat. You pull your hand away.

Leonora stands a few feet away, maintaining a distance to keep herself from running up to you and having you be hers again.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Stop,"

"[Y/N], I apologize--"

"No. Stop,"

"Please, just--"

"You denied me!" all the pain throughout the years, the hurt that had grown over time and had been forgotten, and the frustration, came out trembling. The tears you refrained from falling fell free. Leonora Lesso has always been your ruin. "You denied me, Leonora. I told you I love you and I wanted to fight for you. That--that this fucking Good versus Evil bullshit was nothing compared to what we had-- what we have-- that it was greater than anything withstanding us! And you denied me."

The moonlight shone just like that night. You see Leonora's eyebrows furrowed, and it only took you a second to realize she was crying, too. Her red hair, longer now, had cascaded just above her shoulder. And you ached to brush your fingers on it.

"I love you." she steps closer.

"No."

"I love you so much." and closer.

"Leonora--"

"I love you, [Y/N]."

And you admit defeat. Just like before. You meet her halfway and wrap your arms around her neck as you pull her in for a kiss. Heavens, her lips. Her kiss. Her hands find its usual place on your waist. The feel of her pressed up. The brush of her nose. You could die. It all seemed to fit so perfectly. Like two puzzles. Like two fated people meant to be each other's.

The moment she pulls away, you sniffle, tears still flowing. She chuckles at the sight of you, wiping your tears away with her thumb. You lean into the touch. "You are the best thing in my life and I was a fool to let you go. To ever believe those things I've said, to even imply them. I was the greatest fool ever. But I can't live this life, [Y/N], not without you. I can't live with knowing I had you and set you free. I cannot."

"I love you, too, you dumbass."

Leonora smiles, and your heart swells with so much love. The sound of your diamond ring falling to the ground cracks a smile in you, and Lesso brushes her nose against yours. You inhale her scent. Unchanging. Just like this unwavering love between the two of you. You press your lips against hers again, feeling at home within her arms.

"Deny me again and I'll kill you, you hear me?"

"And to think you graduated School for Good."

the end.

any grammatical errors and typos will be changed in the morning because wtf it's 3 am I AM TIRED. SUFFER FOR A LITTLE. GOOD NIGHT.

#leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #sfgae #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #wlw #hurt/comfort #fluff #was so sleepy writing this holy shit

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prettypinkreverie · 1 year

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TAMAKI SUOH + valentines special !!

tamaki suoh (ohshc) x reader ; fluff

short wip that has been stuck in my documents for so long. i decided that it was finally time for me to release it to the world 'cause why not 🤩.

“welcome!”

he had beautiful shimmering blond hair that shone brightly when came in contact with the sun, gorgeous violet orbs that were similar to that of an amethyst, he was gorgeous.

tamaki suoh.

you've thought of him as an annoying ego-centered rich idiot the moment you saw him—especially when he mistakenly found your sister, haruhi, a male.

only those with excellent social standing, and those from filthy rich families, are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, ouran academy.

and the ouran host club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands—just think of it as ouran academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful!”

scratch that, you knew he was an annoying ego-centered rich idiot the moment you saw him.

you and your sister only ever wanted peace in an abandoned music room. unfortunately, the both of you stumbled across a group of filthy rich brats.

you remembered the time you grabbed your sister's hand after hearing the ‘oh-so-wonderful’ speech that was delivered by the dumb blond, only for haruhi to stumble upon a vase that caused the both of you to change your lives forever.

he really was annoying.

“a little water wouldn't hurt anyone. besides, people are always telling me i'm dripping with good looks!”

he would always praise himself or rather his face. At first, it annoyed you every time—sometimes you would even reply with a sarcastic statement, in which he would only shrug.

but as time moved on, you found it amusing. You found him amusing. his way of showing fatherly love to the members of the club, to you and Haruhi. he was a nice man—an ideal one, as some would say.

“yeah, you are.”

you replied, which only made his eyes grow large. he blinked a few times, only to see your brows fusing together as you gave him a confused look.

“this…—this is the first time you didn't reply sarcastically! i knew you'd eventually fall for me—"

you smacked his head, only to earn a small groan from the blond. he held his nape as he once again lifted his head to turn to you. he pouted his lips and eventually sulked mushrooms in the corner again.

you shrugged at his childish ways, turned around and walked away from him.

fall for him? ha, what an idiot.

you did.

“what good are dreams if all you do is work? there's more to life than hitting the books you know”

you stopped at his statement. he… actually had a point for once. after spending time with him in the host club, repaying your's and haruhi's debt, you noticed that he wasn't really dumb as you thought he would be.

rather than just being an idiotic spoiled child that had too much time on their hands, you realized that he was somewhat intelligent in one's feelings—even if he mistakenly thinks of his romanticly love for Haruhi as a fatherly one.

yes, you know he loves haruhi.

“thanks, but i am quite aware of that”

you thanked him for the advice and walked away, just for him not to notice the tears that were about to stream from your face. you didn't care where your feet would take you, as long as it isn't in a place where he is.

you didn't know why but you were angry, frustrated, and even… jealous.

gou knew that tamaki has always held haruhi in a special place in his heart, it was obvious. and it was also transparent on how he feels the opposite to you.

he would speak to her in a loving and sweet tone—not the one he would use to entertain girls. one that seemed genuine, one where it seemed like he wasn't just doing it because of his charming prince persona. heck, he even saved her when she fell off the cliff… he even got mad because he was furious at the thought of losing her—ouch.

but when it came to you…

the past few days, your relationship with him just became complicated. when you would come up to him, he would avoid you. before he would just tease you with the same mischievous and charming smile he had if you ever did. he would lean in on you and ask you if you're already running to him to get yourself in his arms.

and even how annoying he is, you missed that.

“hey, you okay?”

your eyes widened as you heard a familiar voice. It was tamaki. your hands immediately wiped the tears from your face, as if nothing happened. You looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile to his question.

“y-yeah, i'm okay...”

he seemed unconvinced to say the least. nonetheless, he sat next to you. not uttering a single word as he does so. the both of you were silent, sitting in silence next to a blossoming sakura tree.

“you know it kind of awkward—the atmosphere, i mean. don't you think?”

he tries to start a conversation, with the same charming smile he uses with the customers of the club. you look at him and give him a quiet nod. agreeing silently.

“well, i assume you're still not going to talk,”—he says, rolling his lips before continuing—“are you cursed? have you become the princess who lost her voice?”

he chuckles, attempting to lighten the silence. but still not earning a response from you. You only sat there, staring at him soundlessly.

“my heart beat is increasing,” he says after minutes of no response from you. he looks up at the pink-flowered tree, his eyes gazing on the petals that fall.

“w-what?”

he turns to you, a small tint of red appearing from his cheeks as he smiles at you. he moves his hand and held it in front of his face, then turned away.

“y-you... everytime I get closer to you, my heart would beat loudly that i couldn't hear anything but it. I was suppose to be the one to bewitch women but why am i the one bewitched by you?”

he continues his confession with a flushed face, still not turning in your direction, “i-i... i tried to avoid you to stop these. but whenever you walk into the room, my eyes follow your figure—making me forget about what i was suppose to do as a host. you were just so—you became and overwhelming presence near me that made me wonder whether mythology's goddess of love and beauty should've been you. and it made me seek out help from haruhi, she just told me to be honest with you. so i—”

you feel emotions mixing inside you at his words, before holding his nape and pulling him closer to you by impulse. not letting him finish, knowing what his next words are gonna be. soon, the both of your lips slowly touched, feeling both of the warmth of each other's mouth. you let your feelings flow through the kiss, responding through actions to his interuppted confession.

at that moment, it was only you, him, a sakura kiss, in a beautiful spring. but he was still an annoying ego-centered rich idiot. this time, your annoying ego-centered rich idiot.

hello, this thing probs have lots of error and seems incomplete cince i didn't really proofread it—but, um, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. I'LL DO BETTER!!

anyway, happy valentine's!! (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

#tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki fluff #ohshc tamaki #ohshc fluff #ohshc x reader #reveriesofpink:🌸

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curekibouka-writing · 1 year

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Legacy (Twst one-shot fanfic)

**Some mild spoilers for Malleus’s birthday interviews**

Summary: He wished for their guidance now, guidance of parents who were gone before he hatched.

Word count: 1490

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A/N: Happy(?????) birthday Malleus 2023!!! This fic is a combination of inspiration from Malleus’s broomquet, the revelation that Malleus’s parents are no longer with him in his Birthday Boy card, and a very sad conversation with @chernabogs. Now I’ve written this so everyone suffers and screams and cries with us ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

*This fic is also on Ao3

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Lilia kept as quiet as possible while he flew through shelf after shelf in the giant royal library of Briar Valley. The library seemed empty, but that’s exactly how he knew he would find what, or who, he was searching for.

Stopping before the door of a private room deep inside, Lilia stood still to carefully observe the child curled up by the window, so small, small against everything this library is, small against everything that room was. And only after he made sure the child was not shutting out the world at the moment did he decide to knock.

“Come in, Lilia,” Malleus did not turn to face him, but he knew only Lilia would dare to find him here.

Lilia mustered up the softest voice he could manage when he stepped inside, “Which volume are you reading this time, my dear?”

“I finished reading already,” Malleus corrected, small hands holding up a heavy black tome, showing Lilia the cover which was decorated with amethysts and emeralds.

“It’s the one—“

“It’s the one with the painting of mother and father and me,” Malleus interrupted, putting the book back down on the windowsill and flipping to the exact page he wanted, “… before I hatched.”

Lilia walked past the beautifully carved reading table and large cushioned chairs to the window where the child was seated. He looked at the page over Malleus’s shoulder, and took a moment to remember watching as the portrait had been painted all those years ago. He remembered how his heart had warmed at the rare sight of the king’s wide smile. He remembered how he looked at the former queen embracing her egg and how he sneakily remarked that he couldn’t remember the last time she had been so gentle to anyone as the king laughed about how Lilia would take the full brunt of her wrath after the painting had been completed. He remembered that he did take it with a cheeky grin still stuck on his face.

He was feeling a similar warmth in his heart now, seeing the painting, it didn’t seem all that long ago anymore. And he understood painfully well that Malleus refused to leave the library, or leave this room, despite having finished the book time and time again, for the same reason.

Alas, Malleus was a clever child.

“Are the guards looking for me?” He asked after finally realising that Lilia being here meant something, “Do I have to go?”

And Lilia sat down on the windowsill next to him, smoothly making up half a lie, “Oh I tricked them away, they think you are busy enjoying unwrapping your birthday presents at the moment. No one will bother you here.”

“I know.” He turned his attention back to the pages, a finger tracing the paragraphs beneath the painting, “I learnt new words since my last reading, Lilia.”

“Really? Tell me, my dear.”

“This one, I learnt it from my history lessons,” Malleus’s finger fell on the word ‘legacy’, “I learnt that my grandmother keeps the ‘legacy’ of the kings and queens before her alive.” His tiny hand balled into a fist, his tiny voice asked his question without turning to Lilia, “It says here it is hoped that I will carry on my parents’ proud legacy. Am I doing it? Am I keeping the legacy of my father and mother alive too?”

“Of course you—”

“But how will I know?” Interrupting Lilia again, Malleus curled into himself further, his head buried behind his knees, “I never met them. I never talked to them. I never knew what they were like. The pages behind this are so few, and I don’t want to read them. Why did they have to go so soon? Why couldn’t they stay with me a little longer? Why did I take so long to hatch?”

And though Lilia understood no answer will ever be good enough, he still had to try, he still had to reach out and take the child into his arms, he was one of the only two beings in this world who could do it, and it was far too sad to let this child drown in such darkness, “But I knew them, my dear, I knew your father and mother veeeeeery well. I knew how happy they were to have you.”

“But they’ve never met me either.”

“They tried their best to come back, they truly did. I can barely imagine how much happier they would’ve been if only they could.”

“Would they have be proud of me too?”

“Of course! You learnt new words again, didn’t you? You’re growing up so fast and as long as you keep growing, they’ll see it.”

“What would they say to me if they were here?” Malleus slowly allowed himself to loosen up, hesitantly raising his head in anticipation.

“Well,” Lilia chuckled, “if I have to make a guess, your mother would be nagging you to go to bed by now.”

Malleus giggled along softly, “And father?”

“Well, he might sneak you out to watch the stars, despite the snow, it’s your special day after all. And you would both come back soaked and sneezing, and your mother would be livid.”

The child managed a small, amused smile at the imagination, and continued, “Did mother sound like grandmother?”

“Hmm… she had your grandmother’s regalness. She spoke with all the elegance and solemnity of winter in her voice. But when you anger her… well, you’d best not because while your grandmother’s wrath is a fire that spreads, your mother’s was a thunder that cuts you open with precision and power.”

“And what was she like when she sang? You told me before that she sang. Oh please tell me more!”

“On occasions, yes, she did. And your father would accompany her sometimes.”

“Violin?”

“Cello. He said the cello’s timbre suits her better.“

“Will I be big enough to play father’s cello soon?” Malleus pondered, and turned his head to look at the table and chairs in the room, table and chairs that he had always left untouched, “Will I be big enough to sit in father’s seat soon?”

Lilia considered the question for a moment. It was quite obvious that Malleus was not only referring to his height or age. But Lilia’s answer did not change regardless. When Malleus grows, he will be ready, that much was sure as day.

Lilia stroked Malleus’s forehead, gently brushing against his scales, “You will one day, child. You are their legacy. You are tired now, you ought to rest, so you’ll give the best of yourself to your studies tomorrow as well.”

Malleus fell silent for a few moments, and began again quietly, “Can’t I sleep here today?”

The cold windowsill is frankly no place for the prince to slumber, but Lilia could not bring himself to refuse, “I don’t see why not, shall I bring you a blanket?”

“No, thank you. I am warm,” Malleus left Lilia’s embrace and nestled up by the corner, “I like to think that this room smells of father’s fire.”

Lilia nodded in compliance, ready to stand up and leave the child alone. But Malleus was the one to reach out this time, tugging at Lilia’s sleeves.

“Can you stay? Can you tell me more about them? Like bedtime stories.”

There was a certain sorrow in having to do this in their place. But Lilia kept himself from pursing his lips, and put effort into smiling instead, “Of course, my dear. Now, where were we?”

“Mother’s singing. Did she sing for me? When I was still oversleeping inside my egg?”

“Why yes she did!”

“Do you remember it? Can you sing it for me?”

“I’d never forget it.”

He promised himself and promised the former king and queen that he would give their child all that they would’ve given. And though he had broken many a promise in his frivolous life, this one, this time, he will keep.

He recalled how the former queen would sing while tapping the egg slowly and softly, tranquil like the night; and he now began to stroke Malleus’s back rhythmically as he breathed in. Then he recalled how the king would join his queen’s singing, how the king’s voice had been kind yet strong like greenery, like trees, like thorns; and he now hummed the song that belonged to their family, their language, their child.

“

Sleep now, sleep safe, the hope of our lives

Our thorns will protect you with all our might

Be not frightened, be not alarmed

The fires shall still when you’re in our arms

“

As he sang, it was as if he can see the queen and king there beside their child of night and thorn. As if they embraced him, watched over him even now. And how Lilia wished, as the small prince drifted off to sleep, for them to be there for him, at least, once upon a dream.

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The End

#twisted wonderland #twst angst #twst spoilers #malleus draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #twst writing #twst fanfic #twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland writing #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst scenarios #diasomnia #diasomnia angst #twst #twst birthday #yes i did feel bad writing THIS on malleus birthday i have a heart #but the urge to make everyone suffer with me is stronger than the guilt

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ladypurplejanewrynn · 1 day

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The Mother’s Day

(Author’s note: I know Mother’s Day was a few days ago. I started this earlier but unfortunately had writer’s block. Anyway, I hope you still can enjoy this short fic)

Anduin was walking around Stormwind city, holding both of his children by the hands. Prince Bolvar was already 8 years old and his younger sister, Princess Riona was 4. Today was an important day, the Mother’s Day. The two siblings wanted to get a gift for their mother on this special occasion, and their father came to help them find it beside being there to look out for them. Earlier, they told Purplejane to not come with them, as they wanted to share some father-children moments. So the Queen stayed in the Keep and looked for something to get herself busy with.

Meanwhile, the kids along with their father stormed around the city, checking out every shop. However they seemed troubled with finding her a gift. It had to be special. Not the first best thing that catches their eyes. "Finding a gift for mom is quite a challenge" said the young Prince Bolvar. Anduin giggled:"Well, you’re not wrong. Seeing so many incredible stuff, is quite hard to choose something for her." Both of the children glanced at their father. "Is not just that. The gift for mama has to be special. We want mama to be happy" said Riona. Anduin kneeled up in front of his daughter, gently smiling at her:"And she will be. No matter what you two are going to choose, I’m sure she’s gonna love it."

"And what if she doesn’t like it?" a sad face appearing on the little Princess’s face. "Yeah. What if mom won’t be happy with the gift?" Bolvar joined in. The King then embraced his children in a tight hug:"Oh, I’m sure she will be. She loves the two of you dearly. And the fact that you two remembered will matter to her more. She will know you’ve put all your efforts and love with choosing a gift." The two children cheered up. "Right. You are right dad" replied Bolvar. "You know mommy so well, daddy. It shows how much you love her" Riona giggled. Anduin chuckled slightly:"Well then. Shall we continue our "trip" you two?" The siblings grabbed their father by the hands and the three continued their little quest.

As they checked more shops on the way, they found lots of things that they could buy for their mother. The problem was that they couldn’t decide which one of those things to choose. So many choices to choose from. They couldn’t also buy everything at once as it would be way too much. All three made a small stop at a book store. Anduin was curious they added some new books he’d be interested in. While looking around, the two siblings got their attention picked by one of them. "Legends and Myths" the title of the book indicated. Riona immediately took the book in her hands and ran up to Anduin. "Riona, wait!" exclaimed Bolvar, chasing after his little sister. "Ugh, the little gremlin. How does she even run so fast?" The young Prince thought. As the Princes got close to her parent, she showed him the book. "Daddy, do you think this book would do? Do you think mommy would like it?" She showed the book to Anduin with enthusiasm in her voice.

"Mind if I take a look at it honey?" Anduin asked. Riona immediately handed him the book in his hands. The King inspected the book closely, a warm smile appearing o his face. "This should definitely do. Knowing your mother, she will be delighted. She loves these kind of books. Well, she enjoys many types of books." He replied. Bolvar joined them:"Geez. Riona I told you to wait for me." "Bolvar! Daddy says this book should be of mommy’s liking. Can we get it for her as the gift for Mother’s Day?" the young Princess asked. The boy thought for a moment. "You know that’s not a bad idea. And we could also get that bracelet with an amethyst we saw at the Jewelry Store earlier. It would fit mom so well. Especially with that new dress she got some months ago." The Prince replied. "Hmmmm… Okay" Riona agreed without hesitation.

Anduin smiled at his children coming to an agreement:"That’s an excellent idea. Your mother will be delighted." After they bought the gift, they returned to Stormwind Keep. The kids went to get the gift ready, while Anduin asked Purplejane to come with him. "You certainly took quite some time with the walk. Is there something I should know about, dear?" The Queen giggled. Anduin gave her a gentle and yet a mysterious smile:"Just come with me, and you’ll see it. You won’t be disappointed." Purplejane looked at her husband with curiosity. "I wonder what he and the kids are hiding." She thought, following Anduin to their children’s room. As they arrived, Anduin knocked at the door:"Bolvar. Riona. Are you two ready?" As the door opened, the royal couple saw both of their children in front of them, holding something behind their back together. Then the siblings handed the gift to Purplejane:"Happy Mother’s Day, mom."

The Queen was pleasantly surprised as she took the gift in her hands. "What are you waiting for? Open it. Mommy, open it." Riona said in excitement. Purplejane gently unwrapped the ribbon and opened the box, seeing a book and a beautiful bracelet. Tears of enjoy escaped her eyes and she hugged her children:"Oh my, these are amazing. You remembered." Bolvar and Riona hugged their mother tightly as well. "So, do you like the gift, mom?" The young Prince asked. Purplejane widened her eyes:"Like it? I love it! I really appreciate the thought you put into it. I’m so glad to have such thoughtful and kind kids." "If not for dad’s help, we would probably still run around looking for a gift" Bolvar turned around to face Anduin. The King chuckled:"No. You didn’t really need my assistance that much. In the end you two agreed on the gift." Riona ran up to Anduin for a hug:"But you still helped, daddy. That’s already enough." That caused Anduin’s smile to widen some more. After handing the gift, Bolvar and Riona went to play with their toys. Purplejane got the bracelet on her left wrist. She got closer to Anduin, placing a small kiss on his cheek:"Thank you, for being there for the kids. You are the father, they look up to and that they deserve." The King smiled warmly at her and got his wife into an embrace in his arms:"Oh please. You would do the same for them."

#world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #king of stormwind #purplejane sparkdust #queen of stormwind #oc x canon #andujane #bolvar varian wrynn #riona alice wrynn #wrynn siblings #andujane children #short fic #mother’s day #pj’s writing #fanfic #wow

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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A Case of Identity pt 1

If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on

Sherlock Holmes Peter Pan crossover! Also this sentence starts with them being normal size and then halfway through suddenly they're able to 'gently remove ... roofs'? It's a sweet little scene, though.

We have in our police reports realism pushed to its extreme limits, and yet the result is, it must be confessed, neither fascinating nor artistic.

Weird to see here the dichotomy of Holmes the romantic and Watson the realist. So often depictions of Holmes have him being so factual and without whimsy, and yet the start of this story is the opposite. It's Holmes who has the 'flight of fancy' and finds the fascination in life, and Watson who is arguing that real life is common and without interest.

There is half a column of print, but I know without reading it that it is all perfectly familiar to me. There is, of course, the other woman, the drink, the push, the blow, the bruise, the sympathetic sister or landlady. The crudest of writers could invent nothing more crude.

Also Watson not showing any empathy here. 'Oh, domestic violence is so run-of-the-mill, it's so dull.' He's very jaded in this story. On one hand, I agree with him that there's no delight or artistry in domestic violence, on the other hand, he comes off as a bit callous here.

he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false teeth and hurling them at his wife, which, you will allow, is not an action likely to occur to the imagination of the average story-teller.

...I can't remember this story. It may be one of the ones I have not read before. But this made me blink and do a double take. Seriously? His false teeth? That's so oddly specific. Also, taking a moment for ACD to pat himself on the back there. I see what you're doing, sir.

He held out his snuffbox of old gold, with a great amethyst in the centre of the lid. Its splendour was in such contrast to his homely ways and simple life that I could not help commenting upon it. "Ah," said he, "I forgot that I had not seen you for some weeks. It is a little souvenir from the King of Bohemia in return for my assistance in the case of the Irene Adler papers."

Oh hai, Irene!

Weird that Holmes is displaying all the bling he got from a man he doesn't respect and didn't want any reward from.

Oscillation upon the pavement always means an affaire de coeur.

Well, that certainly is a sentence.

When a woman has been seriously wronged by a man she no longer oscillates

I have never seen the word 'oscillate' used this much outside of a science textbook.

Sherlock Holmes welcomed her with the easy courtesy for which he was remarkable

This is fascinating from the perspective of someone who has seen so may adaptations. 'easy courtesy for which he was remarkable' this isn't just a one time chance of Holmes being courteous. Watson himself finds Holmes' manner remarkable and to specify that it comes easily. Don't get me wrong, I love a lot of different Holmes adaptations, even the ones where he's rude, but this sentence makes it so clear that Holmes is polite and that it at least appears to come naturally to him.

for it made me angry to see the easy way in which Mr Windibank—that is, my father—took it all

I had a 'why do you refer to your father as Mr Windibank?' moment, then read the next few sentences and went 'oh'. Stepfamilies are complicated. Honestly, this bit reads like it could be an excerpt from an AITA post. Which leads to me thinking of modern day Sherlock hanging about on Reddit and asking really random questions before telling people that clearly the meaning of the cat hair on the third cushion is that OP's life is in imminent danger and they must at once leave the house and block their best friend on all social media.

I believe that a single lady can get on very nicely upon an income of about 60 pounds.

And the illusion of modernity is shattered. I bloody well wish. Hey inflation calculator, what's that in real money?

£6,033.44

(I put this around 1892, but that was my estimate based on when the other stories have been set. I might be out by a few years)

Yeah... I know she's living at home, but that's Holmes' estimate for any single woman, not only those being supported by their parents.

so they have the use of the money just while I am staying with them. Of course, that is only just for the time. Mr Windibank draws my interest every quarter and pays it over to mother

Hello motive! Fancy seeing you here. I do not trust Mr Windibank at all, for all I may find his name amusing to say and read. This coupled with his insistence that nothing is wrong is very fishy. Mmhm. I am getting a distinct whiff of 'greedy, thieving stepfather' here with distinct notes of 'manipulative arsehole'.

Mr Windibank did not wish us to go. He never did wish us to go anywhere. He would get quite mad if I wanted so much as to join a Sunday-school treat. But this time I was set on going, and I would go; for what right had he to prevent?

Please add 'controlling' to the list above, forthwith. Guy's a massive dick. Good for you, Miss Mary Sutherland for calling him out on it.

And he said that I had nothing fit to wear, when I had my purple plush that I had never so much as taken out of the drawer.

Anyone else getting Cinderella vibes from this line? I'm surprised he didn't accidentally ruin the dress as well, or spill a bowl of rice into the cinders of the fire and make her pick them all up.

"I suppose," said Holmes, "that when Mr Windibank came back from France he was very annoyed at your having gone to the ball."

"Oh, well, he was very good about it. He laughed, I remember, and shrugged his shoulders, and said there was no use denying anything to a woman, for she would have her way."

I hate this guy. I really do. ACD was very good at writing men I loathe even when they haven't appeared in person.

Oh, and I remember this story now, btw. It's all coming back to me.

He wouldn't have any visitors if he could help it, and he used to say that a woman should be happy in her own family circle.

Abuse tactics really haven't ever changed, have they. The flags were as red in the 1890s as they are in the 2020s. Ugh. I hope this guy dies in a shipwreck too. Fingers crossed.

The fact that I keep reading the 'gasfitters' ball' as the 'gaslighters' ball' feels very fitting.

"What office?" "That's the worst of it, Mr Holmes, I don't know." "Where did he live, then?" "He slept on the premises." "And you don't know his address?" "No—except that it was Leadenhall Street."

In the immortal words of Gytha Ogg: Always get the young man's name and address. (And never trust a dog with orange eyebrows)

Mr Hosmer Angel came to the house again and proposed that we should marry before father came back. He was in dreadful earnest and made me swear, with my hands on the Testament, that whatever happened I would always be true to him.

Not suspicious at all. Absolutely normal behaviour. You should definitely swear on your holy book of choice to always be true to people 'whatever happens'. This is entirely rational and not worrying at all. Not a bit.

The flags, they are scarlet.

Mother was all in his favor from the first and was even fonder of him than I was. Then, when they talked of marrying within the week, I began to ask about father; but they both said never to mind about father, but just to tell him afterwards, and mother said she would make it all right with him.

Not remembering all the details, but knowing the general gist of this story, this part actually makes me feel a bit sick. Does the mother know what's going on? I don't remember. If so, I think Miss Mary Sutherland needs to take her £100 a year and go on a world tour. Honestly, she should do that anyway, just... nausea.

"Oh, no, sir! He was too good and kind to leave me so. Why, all the morning he was saying to me that, whatever happened, I was to be true; and that even if something quite unforeseen occurred to separate us, I was always to remember that I was pledged to him, and that he would claim his pledge sooner or later. It seemed strange talk for a wedding-morning, but what has happened since gives a meaning to it."

Mary, Mary, Mary... no. Just no. This is not good or kind. This is weird and suspicious and controlling. I'm sure your wedding dress is lovely, but I cannot see it because all the red flags are in the way.

Above all, try to let Mr Hosmer Angel vanish from your memory, as he has done from your life.

Holmes giving excellent advice here. The trash took itself out.

"You are very kind, Mr Holmes, but I cannot do that. I shall be true to Hosmer. He shall find me ready when he comes back."

Oh Mary. I'm so sorry. You really should take the advice.

This absolutely could be written as a reddit post, btw.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #A Case of Identity

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“The tournament will be a breeze.” Shang Tsung smirked, as his hands worked intently and quickly on his latest knitting projects. His eyes still intently locked in with Tanya's, not even looking down for a moment.

Tanya sat back in the crimson carriage seat, the leather squeaking so ever slightly. She still carried a look of doubt on her as she held the Spectral Amethyst in the palm of her gloved hand. The Sorcerer's smirk disappeared as he noticed Tanya's silent response. His restless hands finally stopped moving.

“Tanya,-” Shang made his sickly soothing and sweet but his face was cold as stone “-,are you seriously doubting me now?”

“Of course not, M'lord.” She responded after an awkward moment of silence. “I'm just thinking about how your plan could easily be derailed, that's all.”

“Now what makes you say that?” Shang leaned in closer, his dark beady piercing through Tanya and straight at her soul.

“Well, I highly doubt that the Thunder God will throw us babes from the nursery at us to fight, especially with what he thinks is at stake.” Tanya's expression remained unchanged, her tone was blunt.

Shang Tsung glared at her through the illusion, before responding with laughter.

“Oh Tanya! Please be serious! You really think those pathetic worms will actually stand a chance against us?”

“Well what about Kung-”

Shang Tsung immediately cut Tanya off, uncharacteristically raising his voice. “DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT NAME!”

The sorcerer raised up his fist in a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking. Tanya's heart almost leaped out from her chest, Shang Tsung had never yelled at her like since… her last failure.

“That monk was a VERY, VERY rare exception when it comes to those puny Earthrealmers. But I also want to remind you what happened to “Great” Kung Lao when fought Prince Goro.”

Tanya sighed. “Yes, Lord Shang, I do remember.”

“Wonderful! And please, next time think before you ask riding questions like that. Besides, there is no need to worry, because I have a backup plan that will work flawlessly if needed. I will tell you more about its progress when you come to my Palace next week, but for now, just keep serving Shao Kahn and keep an eye on Princess Mileena.”

“Of course, M'lord, was there anything else?”

“No, goodbye.”

Before Tanya could say her farewells, Shang Tsung ended the transmission, the amethyst turning back to its blackish-green color. She tossed it on the ground, nearly breaking it.

“Cunt.” Tanya uttered under her breath. She reached for the carriage's cupboard, opening one of its doors. She grabbed a bottle of pearlberry wine and a glass. With her golden claw rings, she popped it open and began pouring her cup to near brim, setting down the bottle on the small surface in front of her.

She took a long sip, relishing the smooth and light taste. Shao Kahn and his little lap dog had been cracking down on bootlegging within Outworld, meanwhile letting that flying leech and her followers wreak havoc with little to no pushback. If Tanya knew for a moment that Shao Kahn would ban alcohol, she probably would have reconsidered joining up with him. But then again,it was clear that Edenia would eventually fall to him. It was better to be an ally to him than to become a slave, or rot in a prison cell if she had stayed in Edenia.

On the bright side, her position in Outworld was yards better than the one she had back in Edenia. Though it was the same title, Advisor, her words held more sway with Shao Kahn than they ever did with King Jerrod. Tanya was lucky that the position of Advisor was hereditary because if Jerrod had his way, he would've replaced her with one of his many yes-men. The only voice or opinion that mattered to the King was his own. Tanya smiled, sipping her wine, as her thoughts shifted to the day she murdered that fool. Honestly, when thinking back about it, she wished be slower when killing him. Slowly cutting through his muscles and bones. But she was younger then, too kind, too quick, too sloppy. There were a lot of things that Tanya wished she had done differently, she was glad to be the one that gave idiotic excuse for a king what he deserved.

The carriage continued on route, they had finally made it out of the countryside and into the Market District. Even through glass and thick black velvet curtains, the smell of the salty sea air and fish managed to slip in. Tanya pulled back the curtains, the blazing sun momentarily blinding her, and peered out into the streets. Merchants haggled their prices with customers, the vibrant colors of fabrics, spices and other various items blended together into an oversaturated colored sea. Children played games with one another as their parents were off to who knows where. And of course, Tanya couldn't miss to hear the incessant chattering of everything. Hundreds of voices, thousands of discussions, millions of noises all just layered on top of one another. Tanya chugged down the rest of her wine, hoping that it would muffle out the sounds, but even then, that wasn't enough.

She closed the curtain and sighed heavily to herself. Of course Mileena had to go make things difficult for everyone else. Why could she be content for once? Tanya, or anyone else, couldn't understand Mileena's choices, all besides for Kitana that is. Princeas Mileena had access to a harem of the most beautiful men and women of Outworld, yet she chose a disgusting Shokan for a lover, and not even one from the Draco lineage! Alas, that one thing that Tanya must unfortunately bite her tongue on.

The carriage makes a sudden stop, violently jerking Tanya forward, the wine from her glass spilling out onto the rug. The bottle on the table begins to shake and almost falls over, but Tanya quickly grabs it with her free hand. She huffs, cursing under her breath, as she pounds down her now empty glass onto the table next to the bottle. Tanya basically threw open the carriage's door and stepped outside. She stomped towards the Koachman, her heels crushing the small pebbles that laid on the path.

“What in Argus's name is wrong with you?!” Tanya yanked Naknadan off from the driver seat with one of his left arms. He tried to get on his knees, but Tanya painfully placed her sharp golden heel on the back of his knee, knocking him back on to the ground.

“I'm sorry!-” Without missing a beat, Tanya grabbed the Koachman by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up, mere inches away from her face.

“I spilled my pearlberry onto the rug because you're incompetent!” She yelled as began to brutally smack the Koachman's head repeatedly. Few paid attention to the beating as their eyes fixated ahead of them

“Please! I had to stop Mistress! There's a blockade ahead!”

Tanya stopped hitting the poor Naknadan, but her grip on his collar remained tight, and looked around. She saw Outworld commoners whisper to one another as they watched what seemed to soldiers raid an entire street. But they weren't Outworld soldiers. Their armor resembled an insectoid's exoskeleton with layers outlined in the purest silver. The metal of the armor was almost mirage, but with hues of gray, and their onyx helmets carved to resemble onis from the Netherrealm. Seidans, specifically the Guardsmen.

Tanya glared at the sight of them. “Clean the wine up from the rug before I come back after I settle this nonsense with our Seidan “friends”, and I MIGHT show some leniency for you later.”

She tossed him onto the ground, quickly scurrying away. Tanya marched towards the blockade, focusing on one soldier in particular. He lacked a helmet and his back was facing Tanya, he pointed to different places and places, barking orders in a language that Tanya could barely comprehend. He was nearly hidden by the crowd of onlookers but his long, ashy white hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. Tanya pushed through the crowd, but they quickly dispersed as they realized that it was her.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Tanya demanded from the soldier, grabbing his shoulder but barely budging when she tried to force him to face her. He quickly turned around, with a look of shock and irritation.

The hair was mostly down but had bun in the back. His features were chiseled and, to be frank, quite handsome. But he was so awfully pale, his hair only slightly darker than his skin. His armor was more of a muted greenish gray compared to the others, the layers outlined in a pure black metal instead of the sliver. In the middle of his chest plate had a diamond shaped emblem of a striking garnet. There was also a matching garnet around the groin area, holding up a silk burgundy loincloth. His shoulder pieces were also exaggerated, being more jagged and sharper than the other armors. He looked Tanya up and down for a quick second before opening his mouth.

“I'm sorry, Outworlder, but who in your RIGHT mind do you think you are that you can touch me, let alone raise your voice at me like that?”

“What gives you any right to block traffic in a foreign realm? Or obstruct official orders of the Emperor?!”

The Guardsmen laughed in Tanya's face “Please! Is that really how they describe concubines now? Just go back to your carriage and wait with the commoners for once, okay?”

The Guardsman turned back away from Tanya, whose face was slightly cracked and gagged at the gull. She pushed her long brown hair away from her face before composing herself.

“Actually, no, it's how they describe the Emperor and Grand Sorcerer's Advisor, Seidan.” Tanya said, venom in her tone.

He stayed still and quiet for a moment, but slowly turned to look back at Tanya, a smile forming on his face.

“So we finally meet, Lady Tanya.” He bowed perfunctory, quickly standing back up straight. “Pardon my manners! I didn't realize it was you.”

“Have we met before?” Tanya asked, her eyebrow raised and hand on her hip.

“No, unfortunately, we haven't met” He signed sarcastically. “But it isn't my lack of trying, that is.”

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“M'lady! For the past 4 or so months I've been trying to get a hold of you! Does the name Hotaru ring a bell?” He asked, his smile turning into a sly smirk

“Not in the least.” Tanya answered bluntly. “And I'm very certain that you don't any right to be here, holding up traffic, which I-”

Hotaru interrupted her, maintaining his “kindly” tone of voice. “Oh, but I don't need yours, or even your Emperor's, permission to be here. See around last week or so, when I still couldn't get a hold of you about the dangerous fugitive that has been hiding in your realm for months now, I decided to look up your laws and customs regarding these types of things. You do know your own Realm's laws correct?

Before Tanya could answer, Hotaru continued.

“Anyways, it seems like you have no laws saying that a foreign power needs permission to retrieve their OWN fugitive if they choose to flee here. So, it wasn't that hard to get the other Senatrixes’ permission to take my men out here and find that horrible murderer!” Hotaru gently placed his hand on Tanya's shoulder, still having that smile on his face. “ I don't hold it against you for not remembering your own laws or not even responding to my multiple letters, your probably so stressed with those foolish Rebels making everything so difficult to run smoothly. I couldn't even imagine Seido having revolutionaries pop up left and right-”

Tanya pulled away from Hotaru. “- ENOUGH! Just because you are in Outworld, and away from The Senatrixes’ eyes, does mean you are free from the consequences of disrespecting a Higher Rank.”

Hotaru’s smile quickly faded as she brought that up. His pale eyes glared at her.

“Hmph, I guess that you're not that ignorant.”

Tanya snorted, giving him her own sly smile. “I'm not dumb, and not in the mood to entertain this further. So if you-”

One of the buildings behind Hotaru exploded seemingly out of nowhere mid sentence. The blast sent debris flying in all directions, causing panic and chaos among the crowd. Tanya instinctively ducked, shielding her head from the onslaught of rubble. Meanwhile Hotaru and his remaining men went running towards the fire. They surrounded the front in a half circle formation, some coughing from dust. Tanya got up from her defensive state, standing up and slowly approaching the men from the behind, people still running in all directions. The dust began to settle, Hotaru ordered his men to be on the defensive. For a moment, the only thing that was heard was the crackling fire and people still screaming.

Coming running out, unscathed, of the flame was a dark-skinned bald man who immediately began attacking the soldiers. The man targeted the closest two soldiers, dashing forward towards them a series of spinning kicks, which knocked down the first soldier. The second soldier tried to slash the man with his katana but the man dodged the swing and immediately laid the soldier down with a single punch. The rest of the Soldiers descended onto Darrius, the man. With a swift, fluid motion, Darrius ducked under a swinging blade, then lifting the soldier off his feet and hurling him into his fellow comrade, knocking both of them down. In the same beat, Darrius spun around with a powerful uppercut to the soldier's jaw, knocking the mask off and sending the Soldier crashing into the ground.

Hotaru ambushed Darrius as stood around his defeated men, sliding forward with a straight punch to the back of the head, leaving a streak of magma that trailed from his feet. Darrius tripped forward, but quickly turned around. He tried to release a fury of punches onto Hotaru’s chest, but each blow was blocked. Hotaru tried to throw a lava ball onto the ground to send Darrius falling back but was too slow, allowing Darrius to punch him in the face, causing Hotaru to stumble back.

“You're getting rusty!” Darrius laughed, maintaining distance while walking around Hotaru. “You must be getting too pampered up in those Towers.”

Hotaru huffed as unsheathed his katana, the blade turning a smoldering red.

“Oh! I'm so scared! Are you gonna stab me with that knife? Ha! Ple-”

Before he could get the rest of the sentence out, A large tonfa blade soared through the air and stabbed Darrius in the side.

"No, I will," Tanya said as she stepped into the fight. The tonfa blade reappeared in her hand, burning away from Darrius's fresh wound and melting his black and orange latex top.

Before more could be spoken, Hotaru ran towards with his blade, now a steaming bright orange, ready to swing. Still grasping his wound, Darrius dodged each of Hotaru’s swings but Tanya quickly lunged herself forward at Darrius, spinning in a corkscrew manner, her flaming feet landing on his side, knocking him many feet backwards near the burning building. He struggled to get up, groaning in pain. Tanya and Hotaru stood side by side, looking at the now defeated fugitive.

“He gave you trouble? Really?” Tanya said, looking over to Hotaru.

He only gave her glare and a scowl, sheathing his cooling sword while he walked over to Darrius.

“You know you should say thank you. I could have heeded your advice and went back to my carriage.” Tanya cheekly chatized as she began to follow Hotaru towards Darrius

Hotaru still didn't respond, still maintaining a pace to keep him ahead of Tanya. Then, a loud, horrible screech could be heard from above. Tanya quickly looked to see feminine shadow with large, weathered bat-like wings coming crashing down towards them. Tanya tried to react with a fireball, but the next thing she knew was that she was sent flying back when Hotaru was thrown into her.

Tanya hit the ground hard, skidding across the pavement. Hotaru laid on top of her, quietly murmuring in pain. She promptly pushed him off her and onto the side, and sat up. Shaking off the dizziness, her eyes immediately went over to the winged figure. It had landed and had lifted Darrius up in her arms. She looked back at Tanya, her face obscured by a dark veil. Tanya tried to throw a fireball at them but they quickly took off, the fireball hitting a piece of the burning building. Tanya watched as the winged figure disappeared into the sky with Darrius in tow.

“What… was that?” Hotaru asked, still laying on the ground and trying to catch his breath. Tanya got back on her feet, her chest still having a stinging sensation and still looking up at the sky.

Through gritted teeth, she replied. “That flying leech, Nitara.”

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat #tanya #nitara #mk hotaru #MortalKombatMetaphorphosis

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marauder-level-chaos · 7 months

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Invisible String Chapter One

I wrote this fic from the point of view of my OC because i just wanted to develop her a little more. Please let me know your feedback and opinions. It is a modern day Marauders fic with my OC x Fabian Prewett, wolfstar and Jily.

Tags: Swearing, roommates ish, idk what else

Despite her trusted Jeep Wrangler, the drive from New York to Boston was hell for Amethyst. The only reason she did it every weekend was because James and Sirius’ apartment had better alcohol than hers did. Also because they were her oldest friends and she missed them, but she would never admit that. Besides, she had never missed a game night and she wasn’t about to start now. It took her five hours and two iced lattes, but she finally made it.

“Right on time, Meth.” James greeted her with a hug. He had been the Black twins’ oldest friend. The three had been inseparable since their first day of boarding school at 11. That was so long ago, but Meth remembered it like it was yesterday. She had been to their apartment enough times by now to comfortably navigate her way around.

“Where’s my brother?”

“Where do you think he is? The bathroom, as usual. He’s dressing up for Remus.”

“Those two finally decided to shag each other?” Remus was the boys’ next door neighbor. He had become a regular at the Black-Potter game nights when the boys moved into the apartment. Him and his roommate, Lily. Neither James nor Sirius complained about these new additions to their group. Though she often felt like a fifth wheel around them, Meth wasn’t complaining either. She had grown quite fond of both of them.

“We’re not shagging. Yet.” Sirius’ head poked out of the bathroom.

“How come you never dress up for me, then, Pads?” A knock on the boys’ front door cut their conversation short.

“I’LL GET IT!” Sirius yelled from the bathroom, making a beeline for the door. Running his hand through his hair a final time, he opened the door. “Hello, Remus.”

Remus stood there with his mouth slightly open. Sirius’ strategy to blind him with glitter and makeup seemed to be working. While the pair stared at each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, James and Meth welcomed Lily inside.

“We brought Pictionary! And drinks, once Remus can stop staring at your brother.” The mention of his name snapped Remus back to reality.

“Right. I’ve got some hard lemonade right here.”

“Oh, and I invited a friend. I met him during a swim meet. He’s over at Boston University, wants to be a writer.” James would invite half of Boston into his apartment if he could.

“Is he hot?” James raised an eyebrow at Meth’s question. She simply shrugged. “What? I’m tired of being a fifth wheel around here.”

The games began shortly afterward. The five of them were very competitive as a group, especially Amethyst. She was second to Remus, behind only by one point. All she had to do was not let the Jenga tower in front of her fall and victory would be hers. Just as she was about to make her move, somebody knocked on their front door. In a moment of distraction, Meth accidentally knocked over the tower in front of her.

“That must be Fabian.” James got up to get the door.

“Is that the son of a bitch who cost me this round?”

“Be nice, we have guests. And he brought wine.” Meth rolled her eyes at how quickly her brother was willing to sell himself for a bottle of cheap merlot.

“I also brought a poker set. I wasn’t sure what kind of game night this was.”

“Excellent. Everybody, meet Fabian. Fab, that’s Sirius, Remus, Lily and Meth.” He was tall - six feet, Meth would guess - and well-structured. He was exactly her type.

“Meth? That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short. Like she is.”

“Sirius, I swear to God-” She cut herself short and turned her attention to the stranger in front of her. “Amethyst. My name is Amethyst.”

He smiled and grabbed the empty seat next to her. “So what are we playing?”

“Now that we have an even number of players, we can play Pictionary.” For as bad an artist as she was, Lily was really excited about Pictionary. The group gave in and played a few rounds before moving on to poker. Sirius’ many requests for turning it into strip poker instead were denied.

“We know you want to see Remus’ dick, Siri,but try and keep it in your pants.”

“As if you don’t want to see James take his shirt off.” Sirius’ comment was directed at Lily but Meth couldn’t stop herself from imagining what Fab might look like under that baggy shirt.

“Is this how these always go?” Fab leaned in closer to Meth’s ear and whispered.

“Usually. This isn’t even the worst of it.”

“At least tell me they’re hot. If they’re going to start stripping, I’d rather know what I’m in for.”

“You do know Sirius is my twin, right?”

“I did not know not. James did not tell me that.” Fab turned nearly as red as his hair. “Identical?”

“Minus the penis, yes. Mine’s bigger.”

Fab laughed and Meth realized she hadn’t heard something so contagiously beautiful in a very long time. Or ever, to be honest. He was as fun as he was handsome. That was going to be trouble for her. As the fatigue and hunger from their days set in, game night was brought to a pause. James offered to order dinner for the group. Lily and Sirius’ bickering had evolved into her braiding his hair in a corner. Meth decided to use this opportunity to stretch her legs. She grabbed her beer and headed for the balcony outside.

“Care to join me? This is one of my favorite views in the city.” Fab was only too quick to take her up on her offer. The night was chillier than either of them expected it to be. It was refreshing. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that Fab was sitting close enough to her for her to be able count the freckles on his face, but he was even prettier in the moonlight. Definitely trouble. They weren’t outside for very long before James called them back inside.

“Food’s here. You can flirt later.”

“We weren’t flirting. We weren’t even talking.”

“Meth, you were looking at him with literal hearts in your eyes so please don’t give me that bullshit.” She hadn’t realized that until James pointed that out. James could be wrong. Meth really wasn’t the type of girl to look at anyone with hearts in her eyes, no matter how handsome they were.

Taglist: @quickbright

#marauders #sirius black #james x lily #remus x sirius #james potter #lily evans #modern marauders #fabian prewett #amethyst black #marauder oc #marauder fanfic

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rheagodlywrites · 1 year

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The Immortal Warrior

Y/n is a creation made by the electro archon but was a failed experiment. Not knowing what to do with her existence, she decides to fight in wars as the archon’s vessel. Someone who will fight the battles as the best warrior.

Arataki Itto. A strong Oni that will go all out for the good reasons….is currently on the run from the Commission. He didn’t do anything, he just …accidentally….hurt a few men who were trying to hurt some other people. Rumors spiraled and now he’s on the run. He hid within a cave as the guards ran off in the direction of where they thought he was. He breathed a sigh of relief but when he looked further in, he saw a beautiful sight. Someone stuck within transparent amethyst. Vines claimed the stone as he looked inside. He traced the facial features of the stranger within the stone. Itto cracked his knuckles and pulled out his claymore. He hit the stone over and over till it broke. The cracking sounds echoed in the cave and then the shatter. The figure fell to the ground and he panicked thinking he hurt her.

“Oh no!”

He rushed to help but the woman immediately landed a heavy kick to his chest. Itto was launched back slightly, coughing as he tried to regain air in his lungs. The swift kick wasn’t enough to hut but it definitely caught him off guard. She stood there as she held her hands Upon further inspection, Itto noticed that the woman had a cold glare on her face but her eyes reflected pain. Pain that lingered as she fell over. Itto quickly scooped her up without a second thought and rushed back to the gang’s hideout. The one place were they were sure that the commission wouldn’t find.

“Itto! We thought for sure that you’d be in the slammer by now! You..also have..” Genta looked down to the woman in his arms. Itto put her down on a space that he used s a bed. Itto started to talk about how he found her. Shinobu was less than happy to find out that he took someone that was unconscious.

“Are you kidding me?! I’m already trying to clear your name from that incident and you bring a stranger in our hideout?! She might report you!” She stressed. Itto instantly disagreed.

“Look at her. I found her crystallized in amethyst! We gotta help her.”

As the two butt heads over what to do, Y/n wakes up the feeling of bandages. Old wounds that had been reopened with too much action had been patched up. Y/n gets up despite the pains in her sides, hands and neck. As she trudged through the hideout, Itto and Shinobu rushed to Y/n to try to stop her. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to submit to the help but she kneeled down and put a hand on her chest.

“Thank you for helping me. I must go now but if you report to the Electro Archon then you will be paid well. I must depart now.” Y/n struggled to stand back up and only managed too with Itto’s help.

“Easy now! You can’t go anywhere like this! Just let me know your name and I’ll get someone to help you! Maybe Sara?” Shinobu looks to Itto unsure on what to do.

“I am Y/n L/n. I am the warrior vessel, ready to help save the lives of Inazuma.” Shinobu furrowed her eyebrows with realization.

This was the silent warrior blessed with intense strength. Despite being a vessel, she had no elemental power of her own.

“Well Y/n. You may call me Shinobu. The oni is Itto. We will help you get back to the archon but..” Shinobu stopped for a moment. How was she supposed to say that the archon might be different.

“I will be in your debt. Let us depart a soon as the wounds close.”

And so they waited. Itto would talk and spend time with Y/n saying that he didn’t want her to be lonely but he really was getting attached to her. Y/n would tell Itto tales of her past battles although she couldn’t remember how she was encased within amethyst. With two whole months passing the group by. Itto had been bailed by Shinobu once again and the time too take Y/n to the archon came.

Itto was nervous. Not only about the well being about his new friend but how the archon would respond. The three of them approached the place where the electro archon resided but the guard stopped them.

“State your name and business.” He gave Y/n a hard stare before she stated her reason for arrival.

“Y/n L/n. I came back to give my report.” The guard froze and let her by. Y/n nodded to him, glad that her authority still stood tall. She marched her way the doors and showed a charm to the guards at the next set of doors before they opened the doors. Itto and Shinobu were scared but Y/n stood tall in the place where she’d train.

“Who disturbs..” The archon pauses upon seeing her. After a moment, a more cheerful voice took over.

“Y/n. You’re.. alive.” Y/n knelt in front of the archon and the two behind her followed.

“I have come back for my next order. But I’d like to request that you compensate them for their help. They found me encased in rock and helped me since.” The archon walked to them and helped Y/n up.

“Would you two mind leaving? I need to speak with my warrior.” Itto and Shinobu left quickly, surprised that the archon even asked in the first place. Y/n and Ei sat in front of each other after Ei got a small box.

“I had plans on letting you go. You may have been a puppet but you were too human. Detached from emotions but you bled and had virtue like humans.” Ei held the box that Y/n felt oddly connected to.

“One day while you were at war, a vision had came to you. You didn’t know of it’s existence because I had erased that part of your memory. What use is a vision when you are trapped in stone.” Ei opened the small box to reveal a pyro Vision.

“Your passion to protect and your intense drive earned you this.” Ei placed the vision in Y/n’s hands. Y/n felt like life itself was returned to her.

“Why?” She asked. Ei stood tall and looked down to her with a smile.

“Y/n L/n, fierce warrior on the battle field. i now relinquish you of your duty and honorably discharge you. I hope you will find meaning in your life.” Y/n looked up to her in surprise but she was also grateful.

“Thank you for such kindness.”

#writing #fiction #fanfic #fantasy #angst #rheashares #genshin impact #genshin ei #electro archon #arataki itto #kuki shinobu

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foxgirlmoth · 1 year

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💎

What's my most prized possession?

Kind of a hard one, cause I have a few things I adore. Of course I love my computer that I built, Lyo. Thats more because its probably my most used thing

I love my guitar; Kiyama's been a good for me and I bought it to learn on. I was told she's got some funky things about her, but she feels like my guitar yknow?? Feels the best playing on her and no one else compares.

I have a remembering jar (and a bunny plushie) from my first girlfriend that I honestly cherish. I dunno if she still follows me on here tbh but! She's wonderful and I'm glad she was a part of my life. Things ofc didn't work out, but I became a much better person throughout that relationship (and after!) Because of her and because of me putting in more effort. She's the only ex that broke up with me and was like. Understanding and didn't just throw my emotions out the door. Honestly sometimes I still think about messaging her, but its been SO long and the last time I actually got close to messaging her I saw all my old messages and... Oof. Bad. She was my best friend at the time, but I wasn't in the best spot I suppose. Thinking about her brings back mostly good memories. She's a great artist and I have some doodles of hers still which is nice (long entry yusgfhshdhs). I just hope she's doing well tbh.

I also have a giant amethyst chunk. I've had it since I was a kid and idr where I got it. Its always been in my room and I just love it.

I have a mini boom box from a childhood friend thats been in my room for... Almost 2 decades now I think. Small, black, but probably still works. Kinda game sphere shaped. I remember playing chess with this kid and idk. I was really young but I remember him moving out of town and the family told me to keep it as a gift.

The real answer though is my fox pillow. I bought it probably a little over a year ago. I had half originally bought it to give to a cute girl I was (and still am) crushing on, saying I should send it in the mail or buy a second one. If she wants it now though we have to share. I remember just learning she loved foxes a lot and we started talking apparently because I wanted her to play Metroid Dread. Kinda started out as a 'oh this girl is so fun. She's just a treat to talk to' to 'oh she's just so cute. She makes me laugh and I just wanna talk all the time' to me flying out and seeing her this past month. Idk I cuddle this thing every night and I get sad if it ends up on the floor in the middle of the night. This poor thing has probably had me cry into it countless times already too. What began as a little crush turned into someone who understands me and loves me and who has become a best friend, and ough I love her lots too. She's always a joy and I feel like I can really loosen the chains on this ol' heart of mine when I'm around her. I've never taken things so slow, but it feels right! I'm really really happy where I'm at right now and I finally feel like I'm going a lot of places in life. College last semester was the best its ever been for me, and I feel like I'm being loved for all of me. I think it gives me hope tbh. I know I'm physically alone right now, but hey, I won't always be!

#ask game #pixiecatsupreme #beloved mutual ♡#Long answer aa #Hope this wasn't too much 😅#Honestly I just kinda call the fox pillow the girl's name but maybe I should call her Hope now.#Maxie if you see this hi Hello #I have a lot of cherished things in my room #Most of them are for people #Some are for experiences.#Also yes I have names for basically all of my items I think are precious....

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unlimitedhorsepower · 2 years

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ive had a repeating dream with ryan in it in which my brain is somehow generating the weirdest ryan backstory details all by itself

it starts by me in 3rd person seeing ryan walking through a city (its evening and very dark) and then knocking on a door and entering without waiting for a reply and then i start seeing things through his POV and its so weirdly detailed and ryans mom has made food

and i woke up from this dream today because ryan got SO distraught/upset. and usually ive woken up or like, the dream has changed before everyones gotten to eat but today i got to see everyone start eating some sort of soup (tomato soup?)

anyway after ryan has entered the house, i get the sense ryan is visiting his parents(?)/family but i KNOW that the woman is ryans sister and i see her clearly and i KNOW she is at least 10 years older than ryan or something like, that shes my so much older than ryan that its hard to call her a sister

and the reason im not sure if theyre ryans parents or grandparents is because i feel like theyre his parents but theyre so old? but actually because its such a specific plot point in the dream that i KNOW thats ryans sister and i KNOW shes a lot older than him so that maybe in the dream it follows perfect dream logic

either way it always goes the same (and my dream ryans genealogy gets even more fucked up because his mom has a decorative pope plate AND the flag of ireland on her wall which ryan looks at a lot) and everyone sits at the same places on the table every time, so i dont get to see a lot of stuff from the other places in the apartment

and i get the sense its some assistive living situation (this is fueled by my grandma irl for sure lol) and when everyone has sat down (ryan is the last to arrive and his dad ignores him), ryans dad starts showing off what awesome gifts he has gotten for his wife. he has dark hair (but its dyed) and he hangs sunglasses from his shirt and is kinda stylish. hes also really stereotypically italian-american like hes my brains idea of what the sopranos protag is like (???ive never seen the show but if i had to pick)

his moms defining trait in the dream is having long, graying ginger hair? and also oddly parted like, it has a section of ginger hair left instead of normal graying (??). i dont get a good sense of her otherwise because shes mostly standing behind/next to ryan where hes not looking

some of the gifts i can remember are a golden necklace with a big real diamond in it, imported olive oil (it doesnt even have a label in it because its directly from some farm or something), and a champagne(?) bottle opener plated with gold with a pure amethyst handle

and everyones talking a lot EXCEPT ryan. hes mostly just thinking and i thought about it just now and i think it might be some sort of situation where theyre speaking in italian and ryan can understand but not reply which is why hes silent (??)

he thought mainly about how extremely hungry he is, and then he was like ugh i dont understand why the bottle opener has amethyst in it because that doesnt really match the decor at all lol... well whatever. he also thinks about how his mom(?) has gotten worse/more demented but at least shes taken up cooking and can cook still

finally we get to the eating part and her mom is a bit too silly/forgetful to set the table so ryans sister helps her out by setting the table while his dad talks to his wife about how beautiful etc she is (wife guy) and ryans sister doesnt give ryan a plate, so i like feel (?) ryan making a confused face at her

and shes like oh.. and she speaks to ryan in the vocal equivalent of a mean girl tight-lipped smile but nicely enough so nobody will notice and goes smth like, “theres only two clean plates of this set of four, one is probably in the wash and one is on the kitchen top behind you because mom(?) has already eaten”. and idk if she says mom or not because its a dream so its not exactly Real words bc weird logic

and she continues like “but does it matter since you never eat properly anyway, or even want to eat:/”.

so ryans like “oi oi... aheh... you got me...” in a defeated fashion and doesnt even try to argue about it. but hes really upset internally because this entire time hes been like, at least ill get food soon im so hungry...

and ryan awkwardly smooths out the tablecloth with his fingers (really vivid to me for some reason) and his dad goes on about how ryan is so disrespectful for not even wanting to eat such a hard-cooked meal and ryan just weakly smiles back at him and he was SO distraught in his brain where i was observing everything from that i woke up.

this is the first time his sister in the dream has spoken to him and it was basically just “area man gets actually bullied for disordered eating by his sister in 3 sentences or less”. why did she do that. why does she hate ryan so much

anyways heres ryans dream sister my brain made up and the image of her is so vivid about the haircut ESPECIALLY. like in t&b style too for some reason (i cant draw like that though). and she looks a LOT like ryan, vividly. im not sure at all what shes wearing though because my brain never focuses on it ain the dream and im not sure if i imagined a dress shirt after waking up or not

bye ryan... move aside ryan your sister has got it going on kinda. she might be evil for some reason but maybe pussy from a girl whos evil is a basic need?

on the scale from one to ten how do you rate my brains ryan lore<3

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libertys-lovers · 2 years

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A Birthday Message For You, Liberty~ Part 2

Thought you were done with us since you aren’t here? Should’ve known better than that, my dear~ Your favorite citizens of Earthbread have all written calling cards of their own, personalized just for you~

Your dearest Phantom Bleu~

Well well, if it isn’t one of my favorite customers~ You know, I often think about how long it took for us to get together. It’s one of my favorite stories to tell customers, whenever they ask about us. I can’t help but laugh at how oblivious we both were; wasn’t it charming? But you know what else? If I had to wait another decade to be with you, it still would’ve been worth it. Happy birthday doll!

Yours truly,

Sparkling Cookie

Faux Berry Cookie! Or, is it Liberty Cookie now? I don’t know, I can’t keep up. Anywho, I know we didn’t meet in the… best of terms, but I hope you know that I, without a doubt, still love you! I can’t believe I spent all that time planting pomegranate seeds, and (tactical) retreating from CHILDREN for things I would’ve just gotten with you anyways! You… you make me feel appreciated, just as I deserve of course! I can still appreciate it though! Even my servants are asking me when they’ll see you again! When my magic FINALLY gets recognized and I get worshipped for my abilities, I’ll happily have you by my side~

The Almighty Licorice Cookie!

Oh Faux Berry Cookie, I still remember all those nights we spent camped together. Never would’ve I imagined that I’d have my most meaningful conversations with someone I’d consider my enemy. I think you awoke something within me those nights, just as I believe I awoke something in you. We gained a deeper understanding of the world around us; you seemed to understand how cruel this world can be. Meanwhile, you made me understand that the world can also be forgiving. I don’t think I could ever forgive it in its entirety, and I don’t think I should. You understand that as well. I can, however, appreciate the moments of peace we get. Just you, I, and our army~ I hope someday we can live like this forever. Oh, and Chiffon wanted to say hi as well! He keeps trying to nibble on the screen.

Sincerely, Red Velvet Cookie

🌸Faux Berry Cookie, my dear, every picnic of ours has been an absolute delight! You always pick the cutest dresses to wear to our dates, but I’m sure it helps that you’re just naturally cute anyway! And all the stories you tell us? Oh, sometimes I’ll remember them and just giggle to myself! You’re a bundle of joy, sweetie! Cherry Cookie agrees too; she’s always trying to recreate your magic with her bombs! You’re a wonderful addition to our family, Faux Berry Cookie! Happy birthday! We must have a birthday picnic for you once you return!🌸

🌸Cherry Blossom Cookie🌸

So, my dazzling amethyst, what should I say about you~? That your creativity can strike wonder into any cookie’s heart? That your laugh could soothe this criminal like softly-ringing bells? That your beauty rivals any gem, or that your snark is on the same playing field as mine? It’s a bit of a shame that I can’t surprise you with any of those; these are all facts you already know, correct? So perhaps I shouldn’t try to surprise you. Maybe there is pleasure to be had within the simple things. So if anything, allow me to tell you that I love you. This never-ending dance of a thief and their cover, it’s quite a story to be told~ A forbidden romance of sorts, and yet it feels so right. My dear you’ve cared for me for all this time, and I shall repay the favor. Either with jewels or with affection, your choice~

Once again, your Phantom Bleu~

#f/o takeover #🎁Birthday Blathers🎁#romantic f/o #🍾🍇viola rosa🍇🍾#☠️🍇dark arts scribe🍇☠️#🍰🍇a dog’s tale🍇🍰#🌸🍇tricolor tea🍇🌸#🧀🍇true crime novella🍇🧀#pet f/o #🍰🍇cake walk🍇🍰

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❝ Envy... ❞ Lightning strikes across the sky unforgivingly while rain angrily pours down upon the land. There is no end in sight yet. Listening to storms used to lull her mind to sleep because it calmed her. But seeing the gloomy shadow of the heavy rainstorm wash over the city makes her stiffen up in her seat. Homura could swear that the howling wind carries a shrill and feminine laugh. It gave her a sense of deep dread. She should leave to go fight some wraiths to distract herself from these feelings. But the storm has stopped her attempts. Envy had also insisted for her to stay until the storm passed. She could not resist him. ❝ Oh, Envy... Did you hear that awful laughter too? ❞ She whispered the question in her silky soft voice. It was a pity that it was still burdened by distress even in this universe without any witches. Amethyst eyes peer outside the tall window while her hand restlessly toys with her ring. Sitting back and actually relaxing felt unnatural for her, but she tries to settle into her position. Her body craved to fight in the rain. She needed slay down anything abnormal with her bow. Wraiths were beginning to gather more and more, after all. Kyubey has been so watchful of her lately, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen, but she could not understand why. She supposed that was why he was hovering over her. But memories, too many memories now, of a world that no one else remembers haunts her mind even as she stares out the window. The laughter is only proof of her trouble. She has no proof on which memories were real or part of her troubled mind. They were only glimpses, but they are leaving her in growing turmoil. ❝ Ah, I'm sorry. I thought I heard something. But it must have been my imagination again. Anyway, it looks like the storm won’t end anytime soon yet. I think we might lose power. Should we try to go look together for some candles? ❞ She tore her eyes away from the window in an attempt to not get swallowed up by whatever that kept burdening her mind lately. She would prefer to look back at the marbled face of Envy instead of this awful storm. This moment with Envy is time for Homura to rest her bow and memory magic... at least for tonight. She will pick up her grueling duty to eradicate all wraiths tomorrow. This duty, looking more like an obsession, to rid the world of wraiths will eventually give birth to a cruel experiment with a seemingly perfect dream world. But tonight is not that fateful night. Tonight is the calm before the real storm begins.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 filter through the long viole curtains, but envy hardly ever blinks at any of it. he is staring directly into the brilliant white light with half-lidded eyes, the shadows from cascading droplets imprinting across his chiseled face like black beads. it's been three days since he had last slept, & the transient mentions of dreadful laughter as well as possible hallucination barely even scratch at the surface of his ever-twisting thoughts. he is somewhere else entirely. a most foul & dreary place far darker than the moonless sky outside, far darker than any person should possibly fare, until she speaks that one single word;

❝ ── ... candles? ❞

a little wick lights up in the mind & envy envisions it clearly, returning back to the empty classroom with a shallow blink. ❝ ah... right... ❞ he slowly turns away from the window to face her, leaving such terrible thoughts hidden with the darkness outside. ❝ i think i've seen some in one of the lockers earlier... on the... second floor, i believe. ❞ speaking truthfully, his typically sultry voice suddenly echoes throughout the vast room & then the corridor, travelling down the complex of wooden stairways until it fades into the unknown, being much too loud, much too prominent in a place so deathly silent ── almost as if anybody at all can hear it. the aggressive downpour of rain doesn't make such feeling any better. the windows are almost rattling underneath the pounding drops, getting only angrier by the minute as another round of thunder flashes, following up with a deep, menacing growl.

envy glances down at himself just then, checking through the inner workings of his big black jacket. if homura possibly has a sharp eye, she'll spot garter belts across his broad chest, as well as a brief glint of a knife. ❝ . . . ❞ he sighs, retrieving a clearly outdated flip-phone; ❝ soaked. ❞ where as a look of mild disappointment should have crossed his face, the young serial killer merely takes out the simcard & tosses the mobile straight into the classroom bin. he glances over at her again, the dead eyes strangely never catching any of the flashing lights, ❝ i sincerely hope... you have yours... ❞ he mutters with a smile, only to start walking towards the wide open door with nonchalant steps.

#// have you ever played or seen a horror game called ' white day ' ?#well.. i felt inspired and decided to toss them into a similar setting;#an empty school filled with dark hallways & creaking floors #as well as pouring rain.#it's such a mood ♥ hehe #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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Jukebox reviews part 18! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

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