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these are the fics that I recommend (it's all good) 🫶 | authors will be tagged so if you don't want to get tagged again please tell me!

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SULLY FAMILY ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎☆ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎platonic

l'appel du Vide by @neytiriswife

summary- You feel the urge to engage in destructive behaviors just to feel alive and your family wants to get to the bottom.

warnings- self destructive thoughts/actions, getting slapped, biting someone's ear off, hateful thoughts, description of self harm, self harm, blood/bleeding, crying

you're dead to me by @chaethewriter

warning: english isn't my first language, angst, fluff, barely proofread, kinda rushed, prologue type of part.

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

tame impala series by @lvrcpid

general includes/warnings : reader is gender neutral. this au is really angsty but it has a good ending i promise. the chapters are based off of tame impala songs. the first two chapters aren’t even really chapters cause i didn’t expect to make this a series.

you’re the oldest sully child. only born a year before neteyam. everything was sweet until your siblings came along. your parents slowly forgot you, soon your siblings did too. you were the forgotten sully. but what happens when you’re given another chance at life after your death.

too late by @iikatsukii

synopsis: they loved you when it was too late. 

warnings: mentions of death, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts(?), swearing, familial issues. 

change is scary by @stomach-bugg09

summary: [y/n] sully is in love, and everyone is scared.

warnings: literally none, maybe some language, a bit of angst at first ( just sad — i made myself very unhappy ), emotionally hurt + comfort, a sickening amount of fluff, really long, [y/n] x oc but this oc is actually such a sweetie pie i love him, [y/n] being the cutest little patootie of all time

one last promise by @eywahasheardyou

content warning; — angst, mentions of death?

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎JAKE SULLY

jake sully x female! reader by @tojixz

warnings: No y/n? vomiting, pregnancy problems, fluffy!! I don't know how to mark

summary: jake sully x female!reader, where the reader is in Neytiri's shoes (that hurts me) and is currently pregnant with Tuk and with pregnancy comes her stages. Just Jake and his family taking care of mommy!

dilf jake who's obsessed with human! reader by @tojigasm

dilf!Jake who's obsessed with you from the second you show up with Norm's group of scientists from the lab; a daughter of one of the lab members.

dilf jake x reader by @tojigasm

It's when you confess. When you pour your heart and soul into sobs and tears that seem to swallow you whole as he holds you.

folklore by @theseuscmander

warnings: no use of y/n, angst, a marriage of convenience, jake being mean? but he is a grieving boy! mentions death

synopsis: widowed jake sully tries his hardest to heal from the loss of neytiri and you’re there to pick up the pieces and mend him back together, even if neither of you wanted to or realized.

i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss by theseuscmander

summary: in which jake would haunt all your what ifs, angst, sad! not a folklore drabble

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎NETEYAM SULLY

special friends by @justasimps-blog

warnings: explicit smut, super heavy corruption kink, innocent / virgin reader, secret crush, slight age difference but both are adults, childhood friendship, hand job, masturbation, praise kink, he calls reader 'peach' a lot

summary: neteyam was so used to being the golden child of his family, always doing as he’s told… he wanted to be bad sometimes too. He wanted to be the one that would teach you all these filthy things. All the things you were never allowed to do, talk or even think about.

kitty, kitty by @loose-angel

neteyam x human! reader

obsessed with you by @astrxq

where neteyam is obsessed with you

warm hands by @loaksky

the lowdown — the one where neteyam is shackled by appearances, but you couldn’t care less. 

the tags & warnings — language,, misunderstandings, neteyam’s friends can be shitty, but mean well ,, reader just wants to love up on her boy :(

stupid by @justmywriting1313

synopsis: “Fuck Yawne I am sorry... shit sweetheart please, please, please look at me... Y/N I swear I didn’t mean to–” or where you were reckless with your actions and Neteyam with his words

be mine by @randxmthxughts

warnings: none really, pure fluff, fake dating trope, jealousy, loak x tsireya canon, events take place five years after the battle between the metkayina and the sky people, so aged up characters

summary: the one, where neteyam pretends to court the reader to avoid all of the nagging from his parents and a group of admirers. of course, it doesn’t take long for her to fall for him too

neteyam sully masterlist [more story are there]

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎LO'AK SULLY

here with me by @lvrcpid

includes : nothing just dad! lo’ak telling his children about their uncle neteyam.

best friend! lo'ak by @lola-bunn1

you and Lo'ak have been best friends for the longest time, you did everything together. You grew up together and never left each other's side.

meet cute by @odysirena

“you make it a habit to look at everyone?” You ask him playfully. 

he furrows the ink above his eyes in thought, “No, not really,” he smiles at you, “You would definitely catch my eye though.”

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎TONOWARI

tonowari praising you by @tarrynightss

smut, fem!reader

soft dom! Tonowari headcanons by @alien-magnolia

tw: 18+ minors DNI, size kink, bj, major daddy kink, slight breeding kink, (hyperfem!clueless!sub reader x daddy!tonowari )

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AO'NUNG

listen by @ohdeersthings

summary: ao'nung has loved you since childhood.

warning: fluff, ao'nung is a jerk to everyone but reader, some angst (I love emotional revelation of feelings), characters are aged up 18+ but no warnings here! Ronal ships reader and Ao'nung.

the weight of your words by @adrunkskeletonsduck

warnings: body shaming, mentions of having body image issues

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎TSU'TEY

way of the heart by @lovebeinaprincessworld

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v, breeding kink

description: being Jake Sullys sister always came with consequences, mating with a tall, blue Na’vi warrior was one of the more unexpected ones.

to lose you by @neteyamslovrr

summary: tsu'tey had lost everyone he had ever loved. fearful of loving you to lose you, he pushes those feelings down just for you to dig them back up

★ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎MASTERLIST

avatar masterlist by @justasimps-blog

all of their stories are explicit — minors dni

all characters that you‘ll find here are either already of age or aged up. If that makes you uncomfortable please just leave or block me.

avatar masterlist by @neteyamslovrr

all fem! reader

avatar masterlist by @theseuscmander

content warning; — not really none but it's a lot so hehe

When Mirabel went: Someone please just let me know: where do I go? I am waiting on a miracle

And when Luisa went: Who am I if I don’t have what it takes? No cracks, No breaks, No mistakes. No pressure.

And when Isabela went: What could I do if I just knew it didn’t need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they let me be?

Encanto  Spoilers Below? Sort of? I just talk about how much I relate to Surface Pressure- because as the Oldest Child this hits me in the feels

Okay so when I first watched Encanto I was like “Oh this is cute” I didn’t know how I felt about it at first. Really into the “We don’t talk about Bruno” But not the song, just the phrase. Cause after we watched it my dad was like “what about Bruno?”  And I was like “dad we don’t talk about Bruno” Okay- but now- that song just SLAPS.  That song is really good.  But okay. Then I watched it again- because you know for me: I notice things around the second time, third time around especially once the hype is gone and I know already what happens type thing.  But the second time around- when Luisa was singing “Surface Pressure” I legit almost started crying. Like okay, maybe I teared up a little bit. Because as an Older Sibling, that song hit me in the feels.  Like all the lines in the song I related to hardcore: A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack, that breaks the camel’s back, what breaks the camel’s back Its pressure like a drip drip drip that’ll never stop whoa Pressure that’ll tip tip tip till you just go pop whoa  give it to your sister your sister’s older  give her all the heavy things we can’t shoulder  pressure like a tick tick tick  till its ready to blow whoa give it to your sister your sister’s stronger see if she can hang on a little longer  those are the lines where I I had to like take a deep breath because I was like, holy shit. This song right now, oh my god.  but wait if i can shake  the crushing weight of expectations 

give it to your sister it doesn’t hurt and  see if she can handle every family burden  watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks  that line-right there. Oh yeah, I can count on one hand the number of times I have broken down. 

give to your sister and never wonder if the same pressure would’ve pulled you under  Just-  “We don’t talk about Bruno”- That song Slaps.  I mean it just slaps. LIke I can’t stop singing about Bruno haha.  But “Surface Pressure” - That song hits differently.  As someone who is the oldest- this song hits hardcore. And it’s like it doesn’t even have to be given it’s just expected. In our culture as the oldest that is what is expected-To just do it.  You are to do it and that’s it.  Because if mention “they have to do this too.”  This is always the damn response I get-  “It’s going to be hard” That is what said for them- “Its hard” so this line- give to your sister and never wonder if the same pressure would’ve pulled you under I think that’s the line that I like the most. Because it’s like they don’t even have to give it to me, its already been given, its expected.  I just love this song. 

Survey #425

“evolution repressed by our backwards contest  /  breeding our torrential demise as we come to this edge”

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? I think Nutella is a godsend, but I use peanut butter waaaaay more often. We don't even really buy Nutella because I will destroy the jar. Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Baked. What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? Kathryn. I think. Do you like breadsticks? I just like bread, man. What are your favorite things to spend money on? Tattoos, uuuuugggghhhhh <3 Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Neither, really. Most puppies drive me insane (even though they're cute as everliving fuck), and I don't want another cat. Mom actually talked about getting another, but I really just want my one boy. Roman would get SO jealous, anyway. I enjoy just having my baby. How old will you be on your next birthday? 26. Yikes. Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? As "the fat one," I can be sometimes. I would say though that more often than not, it's sort of whatever to me because I'm a human that has to eat. When you opened your eyes this morning, what were your first thoughts? I thought I slept way later than I actually did. What is one thing in the room you’re in that reminds you of somebody? My stuffed meerkat Rebel. Jason got it for me for my first birthday that we were together. Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? Never again. I was once able to think "agree to disagree," but sometimes by doing so, you're siding with evil by not enforcing what is more than just a belief. It should come with being a human. Also given my own sexuality, it would be a slap in the face to me. Would you ever want to be a supermodel, or date one? Hell no. I'd date one though, if they were modest about their position. Honestly, have you ever made fun of somebody so bad they cried? Wow, no. Honestly, would you rather be complimented on your looks or intelligence? Quite frankly, nowadays, my appearance. I need it. My self-confidence is so far below "shit." Have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise? Nope. You can get one thing, anything, for free right now. What do you pick? Why? Hm. I know I talk about it a lot, but it would still probably be a 40 gallon terrarium for Venus. She needs - and deserves - it. Honestly, have you ever danced naked? NOOOOOOOO. What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? Downloaded music. My mom eventually found out, but didn't care much. What is the home page on the computer you’re on? Google. Do you like to write poetry? I do, but I haven't done it in a while. :/ Are your ears pierced? Yes. If so, were they pierced with a piercing gun, or with a sterile needle? Piercing gun. Which, by the way, do not do. There are many more risks with a piercing gun versus a needle by a professional. Do you wear makeup regularly? I never do. Did you eat cereal for breakfast today? No. I've been on a bagel kick lately. When was the last time you tripped over something? Last night, actually. The rug in the living room was slightly turned up, and I tripped in the dark. I didn't actually fall, thankfully. Any obsessive-compulsive tendencies? I'm diagnosed with OCD. I experience more ruminations and intrusive thoughts more than obsessive behaviors, though. Who was the last person you yelled at? Probably Mom. Why did you yell at them? I don't remember. Favorite type of apple? I like pink lady apples. I really enjoy any, so long as they're crisp. Ever seen live horse racing? No. To be totally honest, I don't really like the concept of it. Motivating a horse to run by hurting it doesn't exactly seem moral... How about live greyhound racing? No. What’s one thing, besides the obvious, that you couldn’t live without? The Internet, haha. Have you ever touched a giraffe? No. What does your mom call you? Britt. What stresses you out the most in life? I really don't think I could pick a top one. There are so many. Do you play any PC games? What is your favorite? Yeah. Y'all probably know WoW is my favorite. If you were pregnant, how would you tell the father? Well, that would depend on the circumstances. Did we want a baby? Was it a bad surprise, a happy surprise? I can't answer this with just one idea. What’s the hardest level you can play on Guitar Hero? I used to be able to slam out Expert easily with only very few songs I had to play on Hard, but now it's been YEARS. I've played less than once in a blue moon, and my skill's definitely faded some. It really depends on the song. What ever happened with you and your first boyfriend? He couldn't handle my depression anymore. What’s your favorite country song? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw, probably. What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Fail to communicate what he was feeling with me and then make a dashing break for it very, very abruptly after three and a half years. It put me past a state of shock, but trauma with how no less than obsessed I was with him. What were you for Halloween last year? I didn't dress up. :/ I wish I had the money and motivation alike to. Are you feeling guilty for something? I always will. Are you usually quiet or loud? Quiet. How many hours do you spend on the computer a day? Like... uh... all of them, oof. What is the show that you watched when you were little, and you still do? Meerkat Manor. Do your siblings text you? Not really. Do you want a small or big wedding? Small. Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Not the house I currently live in, but I have before. Who is your ex dating/talking to? I don't know. Ever kissed someone who smokes? No. Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you? Frankly, no. Do you own your own computer? This laptop, anyway. Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yes, with my younger sister as a kid and pre-teen. What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment? I hear the video I'm watching, as well as my fan. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. What’s the biggest upcoming event for you? Nothing. Not like that's a surprise. What do you typically order from Wendy’s? Son of the Baconator. @_@ Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No. Those are so awkward to me. What do you love most about yourself? I don't know these days. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No. What are you doing right now? This survey and re-watching John Wolfe play Outlast 2. What’s bothering you right now? I'm immensely nervous about tomorrow. I have my first (and I pray the fuck to God not only) session with my new personal trainer then, and I'm terrified by how my body and my mental fortitude is going to react. Y'all have no fucking idea JUST how out of shape I am, and the muscles in my legs seem basically non-existent by now. I have to do something about my health, though, and I'm determined to make this shit work. More than determined. I know the first day is going to be hard, but I need to do this more than I can explain. What was the last thing you drank? ... What great fucking timing, I have a can of Mountain Dew, lol... That's another thing that needs to change. I've gotta stop the emotional and boredom-eating and chill the fuck out with soda. Be honest, do you like people in general? Quite frankly, no. There are plenty of people I love and think are amazing, of course, but I think I lean towards humanity being too shitty to like "in general." Do you want your tongue pierced? I miss my snake eyes. :/ That was suuuuch a cute piercing. I just had to take it out for the safety of my teeth. I kept accidentally clamping down on one of the balls when eating, and it would cause tiny fractures. Do you change your phone background a lot? No. Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? No. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? It's not funny-sounding, no, I just think it's too manly for me to enjoy as part of my name. Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? Yes. Oddly enough, I don't remember what I OD'd on now... You'd think I would, given how extreme the situation was. It was some cold medicine. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I absolutely do. It's extremely insensitive to people like myself who legitimately suffer - and I do mean "suffer" - from the disorder. Describe your day so far in three words: Dull. Lazy. Anxious. What was the most stressful project you had so far/while in school? Probably my senior project and the presentation I had to do for it. I taught about the fallacies and misconceptions of snakes, and I made a PowerPoint and some drawings to color and crosswords for the special ed children. I was so, so very nervous, but I got through it fine and the kids seemed to enjoy it. I actually still have the recording. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: MILKY WAY. FUCK I love those. Have you ever stepped in dog poop? UGH yes. What was the last thing you spent money on? My niece's birthday present. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Is there a guy that knows a lot about you? I almost said "yes," but then I realized he doesn't know me at all anymore. I've changed so much, hopefully mostly for the better. He hasn't "known" me in many years. Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? It's terrifying to imagine my life without Mom; Sara, too. Do you prefer Starbucks coffee or small cafe coffee? I prefer no coffee. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah. Do you enjoy being outdoors? If it's cool outside and I have somewhere to sit that's not the ground, yes. Do people tell you that you have an accent? Sometimes. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? They're pretty, but I don't support their usage by this point in my life. They're a fire hazard, triggering to some vets with PTSD, and beyond terrifying for animals. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? I get most heated about child molestation. You do not fucking touch a child like that. I don't even write any of my bajillion evil guys committing it in RP because I just can't stomach it. Even when my little sister (a children's social worker) is telling Mom about some stuff she sees at work, I have to not be present, 'cuz that shit isn't rare. It's nauseating. Is there anyone you would take a bullet for? A good number of people, honestly. Do you enjoy tanning? Hell no, I avoid the sun and heat at like all costs. Are you a virgin? This is going to sound weird, but I actually don't know, but I lean towards no. Who’s your celebrity crush? mARK EDWARD FISCHFUCK Did or do you get good grades in English class? I was always excellent in English. What part of your body are you self-conscious about? My stomach. But I'm self-conscious about everything else, too. Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? No. Everyone knows I can't cook worth a damn. Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Truly close, no. Unless you include pets, actually. Then a few. :/ Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yep. When was the last time you got a shot? Earlier this year for Covid. Get your fucking vaccine, btw. :^)

Somos Familia Ch 40- Parting Words of Regret

With a loud clatter and a few more pathetic twangs, the guitar shattered into more chunks and splinters as it was flung in front of Matty and Coco’s feet. Most of the crowd had already dispersed with the promise that the contest would continue an hour later to give everyone a chance to calm down. A few annoying onlookers still hung about, wanting to witness the drama unfold with morbid curiosity. Oscar and Felipe’s vain attempts to get them to leave proved to be fruitless, but Imelda’s threat of a well-placed boot to the face seemed to finally convince them to go on their merry way.

The family was now alone in the plaza, able to talk peacefully and calmly.

Unfortunately, “peace” and “calm” were two words that Héctor Rivera was entirely incapable of utilizing at the moment.

“A guitar!” He snarled as he paced back and forth in front of his two oldest children, the res of the adults standing behind them ready to offer some form of support. “You taught him to play the guitar. And here I thought he went over to your house all those times to have some sibling bonding. I was so happy that you two were so close despite the age gap. Instead you were teaching him how to play that-that… Dios, of all the things you had to teach him it was that good for nothing-”

“I did not teach him to play the guitar Papá. I play the violin, not the guitar.” Coco said softly, hoping that if she remained calm then maybe her father would too. “He taught himself how to play it, by watching Tio Nesto’s films and listening to his records. To your records Papá. He’s practically following in your footsteps.”

“Oh sí, my footsteps.” Héctor murmured, turning his intense gaze over to Vicente. “That reminds me, was that your intentions yesterday, Chente? When you convinced me that Miguel would want to work with Rivera de la Cruz? Did you know he could play music as well, trying to churn out another throwaway musician like you do every year?”

Leaning back slightly as Héctor started to bear down on him, Vincente was able to stay calm and looked at him. “No Señor Rivera, that was not my intention. We’ve always known he has looked up to you, practically idolized el Señor de la Cruz. I just thought he would want to work someday in the company his father and godfather personally founded. I had no idea he had any musical talents of his own.”

Héctor stared at him for a moment longer then nodded, chuckling bitterly. “Ha… That’s good to hear. That is very good, I am glad you were honest with me, seeing as how your employment depended on your answer.”

“Now just hold on!” a voice popped up, and Javier came between Vicente and Héctor. Flicking ash from his cigar at Héctor’s feet, he pointed it towards him with emphasis. “You can’t threaten to fire someone over something as stupid as that. Especially when that someone has more than doubled your profits in the music industry in the last year while you sat here in Santa Cecilia. And who has produced more groundbreaking movies in three years that Señor se la Cruz ever did in his entire tenure.”

Héctor stared at Javier, completely dumbfounded at being talked to like that, and exploded. “Who exactly are you, cabrón?!”

With a click of his tongue, Javier smirked. “I’m the guy who makes those movies look good.”

“I meant who are you in this conversation?” Héctor said. “This is a family matter, and you are not our family! So why don’t you and Vicente head back to the house and stay out of this!”

“Actually, Señor Rivera, I believe that I will get Señor Barbero and I a couple of rooms at a nearby inn for the night.” Vicente said. He spoke calmly and coolly, almost as if in a business meeting, but everyone could tell that he was just masking some hurt. “We have to leave very early in the morning to go back to work soon, we wouldn’t want to disturb anyone. If you are done with me, then-”

“Yes, go!”

With a short nod Vicente mumbled quietly to Imelda. “Thank you for your hospitality, Señora Rivera.” With a turn he made his way down the street, with Javiar following close behind. Javiar made a point to flick the end of his cigar towards the ground out of spite before he left, but it was lost to Héctor as his attention was back on his family.

“You knew how I felt.” Héctor said to Coco. “All of you know how I feel about this garbage. And yet you went behind my back and nurtured this fixation on music and fame, despite all that has happened to us. What goes on in that house of yours?!”

“I dance Abuelito!” Victoria spoke up boldly, trying to diffuse the situation a little. Or at least take the heat off of Miguel in some way. Make her grandfather see that he was not the only one who had messed up. When Héctor’s gaze fixed onto hers, his face twisting a little in surprise and pain before seetling back down to anger, her confidence dropped. She ducked her head to look to ground, and to her shame clung to her mother’s skirt like a child. “I d-dance… ballet. Miguel and I practice…”

“Well that’s just perfect, isn’t it?!” Héctor ran a hand through his gray hair and balled a fist into it, letting go to point viciously at his daughter. “Well guess what? He’s not allowed to come over to your house anymore. You want to see him, then you come to us! You are enabling not only your brother but your daughter as well, and you’ve got your husband trying to keep up the charade. Elena is the only one to make any sense in your messed-up family!”

“Héctor!” Imelda gasped.

“You’re one to talk about messed up, Héctor!” Julio said angrily as he held his wife and daughter close to him, both of his girls close to tears. “You don’t talk to my wife like that!”

“I’ll talk to my daughter anyway I like!” Héctor shouted back. “If you were a real husband and father you would have tried to stop this before they got hurt!”

“Héctor!” Imelda gasped, but before she could intervene Matty spoke up.

“I told you, Papá!” Matty shouted as he pointed at Héctor. Wanda tried to hold him back, whispering at him to just leave it, but he kept on. “I told you that you were shell-shocked. All it took was a song and Miguel performing and look at you! You’re out of control, screaming and raving at your family. You probably feel sick and trapped and are lashing out. I know how you feel, but this isn’t how you deal with it.”

“Don’t tell me how to deal with my family!”

“Papá, don’t you see?! The only one whose hurting anyone is you! You’re hurting not only yourself but the people around you! Just like I hurt my son, now you’ve gone and hurt yours.”

Héctor laughed. “Oh please! This is completely different. My son screwed up, yours didn’t.” Héctor then leaned in close, sneering. “And I’m pretty sure when Miguel ran off all of his bones were still intact!”

“HÉCTOR!”

Imelda’s shout, as well as the horrified gasps of everyone around them, caused Héctor to draw back a little. In an instant he knew that he had gone too far, and if he didn’t know then he would have realized it less then a second later: When Wanda came up and slapped him hard across the face. Staggering back slightly and reaching up to his stinging cheek, he could barely make out Wanda standing before him past the flashing colors and white spots.

“How dare you?!” Wanda screamed as Héctor shook his head to clear his vision. “How dare you throw that in his face?! Your own son! You stupid bastard!”

“I need to leave.”

Wanda turned back to Matty, instantly by his side and murmuring soothing words to her husband. Matty stood their trembling, clutching his cane for dear life and trying not to raise it in order to attack his father. So many emotions rushed over his face: Shock, fury, despair, shame. He looked like he was at war with his emotions and about to lose control, but through his pain he could only managed a choked-out whisper. “Wanda, I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to leave…”

“Shh shh, it’s alright darling. We’re going now. It’ll be alright.” Guiding her shaking husband away from everyone else, Wanda turned back to Héctor. Despite his back being towards her, she still shouted at him. “You should be ashamed of yourself! We’re leaving too, and we’re not waiting until morning! We’ll take the private plane out tonight! And don’t even bother coming to Thanksgiving dinner, you are not wanted! Goodbye Mamá Imelda. Coco. I’ll let you know when we’ve landed.”

Watching Wanda lead her distraught son away from the plaza, seeing Julio try to console his wife and daughter, Rosita and her twin brothers standing there not knowing what to do, Imelda decided she had seen enough. Walking up to the three other unaffected members of the family, she spoke as calmly and sternly as always. “Rosita, go back to the museum to your husband. Make sure that the children haven’t killed him, Bueno? Oscar, Felipe, please escort Coco and her family back home safely and then you all come back to the mansion. I’ll handle Héctor.”

Rosita wrung her hands worriedly. “Are you sure, Mamá Imelda?”

“Sí, are you sure hermana?’

“If you want we can stay with you-”

“-So you won’t be alone to deal with him.”

“I’ll be fine. Gracias.” Imelda said. “But Mateo is right: This needs to end. Go on home.” Watching the rest of her family walk off in dejection, Imelda turned to glower at Héctor who was still facing away from her and holding his cheek. “Well I hope you’re happy, Héctor Rivera! You have blown this whole mess way out of proportion and now-”

A sniffle broke through her tirade and she stopped to listen. Another sniffle and then a shudder throughout Héctor’s body immediately diminished much of Imelda’s anger towards her husband. Héctor had gone way out of line, humiliated his youngest child on his birthday and had pretty much alienated the entire family in the span of five minutes, but he wasn’t totally without sympathy. He was in a great deal of pain, and Imelda found herself gently placing her hands on his shoulders as he gently wept. “Oh Héctor. My sweet Héctor… It’ll be all right, mi amor.”

Lifting his head up Héctor looked at Imelda with his eyes full of tears, taking his hand off of his reddened cheek. “Imelda, please tell me you didn’t know about this.” He whispered. “Please.”

With a small sigh Imelda gazed away, but Héctor already saw the look of guilt and started to draw away again. “I knew he was listening to music at Coco’s… I didn’t know that he knew how to play an instrument.”

“Dios mio, it’s ruined…” Héctor moaned out, walking away from her to start pacing the ground again. “It’s all ruined! Everything! I hate this stupid day and everything about it!”

“I know you do Héctor.”

“You think I don’t know, Imelda?!” Héctor yelled at her, his anger quickly flaring back up as he paced. “You think I don’t know how much everyone laughs at me?! The company, the whole industry, even the people of Santa Cecilia? ‘Ay, there goes Señor Rivera. Made his fortune with his music but can’t even stand to listen to a creaky old music box.’ ‘If he doesn’t like music then maybe he should give his money away to the people who actually want to make music.’ I bet they even wish that Ernesto was the one who… who survived. He was the face of the entertainment industry, the entertainer. Everyone loved him and tolerated me because I was a package deal.”

Imelda shook her head. “That’s not true!”

“They all laughed at me, but I had hoped… That my family would understand my feelings.” Héctor sniffled again, but with a harsh brush across his eyes he continued. “That they would understand that music has brought me nothing but pain and misery. How much I can’t stand it. I thought they would but that ended up being wishful thinking, didn’t it? They went behind my back because they think I’m foolish just like everyone else. They don’t care that it hurts me, that they hurt me. They don’t care.”

“They do care about you, Héctor.” Imelda said softly, taking him by the arm. “They love you. But you know you don’t really hate music.”

“I do!”

“No, mi amor. I know that you are traumatized by what happened to Ernesto and you link music to it, but you don’t truly hate it.”

“I hate it! I swear that I hate it. Why doesn’t anyone understand that?! I hate-”

“Héctor, you sing in your sleep.”

Héctor stopped as the air was sucked out of his lungs. He stood there for a moment, trying to really process what was just said to him. He stood frozen until finally, with a choked gasp that was almost a sob, he looked at Imelda. He tried to find any hint of a lie in her face, but she just smiled sadly at him. Wistfully. His face crinkled in confusion. “What?” he whispered.

“You sing in your sleep.” She repeated. Rubbing his arm soothingly, she leaned into him for comfort. “Sometimes you sing songs that you’ve written before, sometimes they’re ones that I’ve never heard of. Not whole songs, just a random verse or two. Mostly you just hum out what’s in your head. And yes, they’re all wonderful melodies. Beautiful. After all these years you haven’t lost your touch.”

As Héctor continued to stare at her incredulously, as if she had just told him that he might as well have killed someone, she smiled again and brushed back his hair into place. “You don’t do it every night, just sometimes. You did last night. I think you only do it on nights that you’re upset. I think you do it to make yourself feel better.”

At that comment Héctor suddenly found himself flashing back to a long-forgotten memory of his youth. Perched on a branch of an old tree by the cemetery, with an ancient guitar on its last legs resting in his lap as he plucked at the strings. And sulking. Not about the tragedies of his life, the tragic death of his youngest daughter, the brutal demise of his best friend. No, just the minor grievances of a teenage boy that would be forgotten about not long after.

“Why so down, hermanito?”

“Ay, I tried to speak to Imelda today, but she won’t talk to me. I think she’s still mad that I ruined her quince anos. Not that I blame her. I did knock the punch bowl all over her.”

“Well I see that your foul mood hasn’t affected your playing.”

“Eh, when life gets me down I play my guitar.”

“… That’s really corny, Héctor.”

“It’s poetic. You’re just jealous that you didn’t come up with it.”

“Whatever. Not skooch over and teach me that scale you just did.”

No no NO! He did not need to think about nonsense like that! With a hard shake and a jerk he wrenched himself from Imelda’s gentle hold, his anger returning to warm him back up after being left so icy cold from that revelation. To give him strength.

“I asked for one thing Imelda.” He said with a snarl. “I have provided for my family quite well and provided for other families quite well. I have sacrificed so much to get where I am today, and the one favor I ask for myself is scoffed at and completely ignored. By my own family.”

Imelda reached out for him again. “Héctor, please-”

“If it had been you who would have said ‘no music’, everyone would have bent over backwards to please you. But since it was me who asked, well, he must not really mean it, si?” The thought of that clicked inside of Héctor, made things seem clearer to him. And it also started to curl something dark and ugly inside his belly. His glare darkening to something fiercer, he snarled. “Maybe… if my family feared me like they feared you… If I was as cold and unyielding as you… Then I would have some respect around here.”

Imelda’s eyes widened in shock and hurt, then it was her turn to glare. “Cold and unyielding? How can you say that?”

“You made me believe, for three years, that you didn’t love me. And then kicked me out of my own house.” Héctor hissed out. “I can’t think of anything colder than that.”

Imelda gasped at that, and her anger turned to hurt once again. Her eyes lowered, ashamed, she sighed sadly. “Héctor… that was years ago. I was hurt and confused… and I apologized to you. Several times. Are you saying that you’ve never forgiven me for that?”

“All I know is that if the roles were switched, that I had abandoned you, there would be no apologies or forgiveness. I would be persona non grata in my own family.” Crossing his arms, he stood tall over his wife as he stared her down. “Look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong.”

Héctor gave her a moment to try to come up with an answer, a very generous moment.  A full ten seconds, even. But when she continued to stare at the ground, Héctor smiled and nodded bitterly. With a shake of his head, he waved her away as if done with her, and started to walk away. But then finally her voice spoke up again, firmly and with no emotion.

“Trying to burn as many bridges as you can tonight, Héctor?”

Turning back, he shook his head. “I’m trying to get the respect I deserve as patriarch and provider for this family. And if that means a total change in attitude, to be stricter and less forgiving, then so be it. Go back to the house, Imelda.”

“We have to find Miguel.”

“We don’t need to find him, I know exactly where he’s going.” Héctor said. “Chente said Miguel idolized Ernesto, then there’s only one place he’d be at this time of night and on this day: The cemetery. Now go home, Imelda. Now.”

“Héctor, please don’t punish your son!” Imelda pleaded, trying one last time to push some sense into her husband. “You’ve already publicly humiliated him on his birthday, isn’t that enough?”

“…Apparently not.” Héctor said, and with that he started towards the cemetery. Not listening to his wife’s weakening pleads and calls for him to come back, he was on a mission. And nothing would stop him.

In an alley next to the plaza, a small cat and a hairless Xolo dog watched as the irate man left his mate alone next to the gazebo. Dante whined as he watched the woman start to weep softly into her hands, but was cut off when a soft nudge jostled him. Looking down he saw Pepita staring up at him with half-lidded yellow eyes, then, with a quick tilt of her head, gestured at him to follow the old man.

With a yip and a goofy wag of a tail Dante bolted like a bat out of hell after Héctor, tripping a little and then smacking into the gazebo stairs, before just as quickly shaking it off and continuing on. With a slight exhale aof a sigh coming out of her nose, Pepita made her way over to her desolate soul. Her task now was to watch over her: to comfort her throughout the night, maybe even comfort the rest of the family as well. Aside from a few grabby children trying to pull her tail, her job for the night was relatively easy.

Dante’s, though, was just beginning.

“Buena suerte, pelón…”

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As Héctor walked down the streets of Santa Cecilia towards the cemetery, many thoughts were running through his fury-addled brain. ‘How could they?’, ‘Doesn’t anyone care about how I feel?’, and ‘I’ll show them not to disrespect me!’

But there was one other thought that was just beneath the surface of his anger, something that he couldn’t shake off or ignore:

‘What have I done?’

Because despite all the self-righteous anger coursing throughout his body, the acrid bubbling of guilt was threatening to come up. He could still see his family’s horror, their sadness, their rage. He could see Coco ashamed and cowed, Matty shocked into a dumbed stupor, Imelda’s quiet sadness. He could see Miguel’s absolute heartbreak as he had cried and ran away from him. All of that because of him.

But every time the guilt made its presence known to him, anger and pride would push it right back down. No, it was not because of him. Not entirely. His family had disregarded his feelings. They kept secrets from him. They had betrayed him. It was high time that got the respect that he deserved, even if he had to force it upon everyone.

Before he knew it he had reached the cemetery. It was beautiful to behold, just like it was every year. Hundreds of softly glowing candles on every grave, thousands of cempazuchitl flowers gathered in bunches and petals littering the ground. The scents of freshly baked foods and incense, the quiet murmurings of the townspeople crowding the area. Such a warm and inviting atmosphere in a normally morbid environment.

But Héctor’s attention was solely on the mausoleum. Weaving his way through the gravestones, tilting this way and that so as not to disturb anyone on his trek, Héctor kept an eye out for Miguel. But as he got closer, close enough to see Ernesto’s smug grinning bust atop the obscene eyesore of his final resting place, there was no sign of his son. His brow crinkled in confusion. He was so sure that he would be here. With his hands on his hips he glanced around the cemetery, then back to the mausoleum. Where in the world could he be?

Then he saw the window.

It was open. And it looked like it was opened by force. Slowly he made his way towards the open window, and as he got closely he heard something: A soft voice near whisper but echoing slightly in the almost empty crypt. An awfully familiar voice.  Peering inside, Héctor was shocked by what he saw. It was Miguel, alright, kneeling on top of the crypt where Ernesto’s remains laid, staring reverently up at the painted portrait and the golden guitar supported on the wall pegs.

“-don’t be mad. I-I’m Miguel. Your godson, remember? I was smaller than when you last saw me, heh... But I’m in trouble and I need your help.” Then, to Héctor’s horror, Miguel reached up to grab the guitar. “I-I need to borrow this.”

“MIGUEL!”

With a gasp Miguel whipped around, tucking his hands back to his sides without ever having touched the guitar. He shrunk back in horrified panic at who he saw. “Papá!”

“What the hell are you doing?!” Héctor said as he forced his way up and through the window. It wasn’t easy for his fifty-year old body, and he was sure he felt something pop, but he ignored it as he came inside and headed straight for Miguel. “Have you lost your mind?! Get down from there now!”

Gasping in panic Miguel scurried down off of the crypt and in his hurry landed hard on his backside, but Héctor just went over to the crypt to make sure everything was in order. “Dios mio, you moved the lid! How?! You only weigh-Ay!” With a choked off gasp Héctor backed away from the crypt in terror. The lid was slightly moved to the side, almost cracking open. Almost revealing what was inside. The very thought of Ernesto’s body inside of it made him painfully nauseous. His body was in there, and he almost saw it again. Saw all that blood again. All over him. All-

“What are you doing here?!” Miguel shouted at his father, breaking Héctor out of his downward spiral.

“What am-what am I doing here?!” Héctor asked in disbelief. “What are you doing in here?! Better yet, what were you about to do? And-” Suddenly something caught his eyes as he looked over his son, something he had never noticed until now. Horror and disgust filling him, he numbly pointed at his wrists. “What are those?...”

Looking down at his new wristbands, Miguel held them protectively to his chest and glared back at Héctor. “They’re my de la Cruz wristbands.”

“Take them off.”

“No!” Miguel shouted. “Everyone wears them! They were his signature look! And Victoria made them for my birth-”

“TAKE THEM OFF NOW!”

At Héctor’s thundering yell Miguel ripped them off quickly, scraping his wrists in the process, and flung them to the other side of the mausoleum. There was some whispered mutterings of the people outside, someone saying that they should get the groundskeeper to unlock the tomb to see what was going on, but the two occupants paid them no mind. They just stared at each other: one in terror, the other in anger.

“So what?” Héctor finally asked, causing Miguel to flinch. “You a grave robber now?”

“N-no!” Miguel stammered out. “I’m not a grave robber. I was just taking it… from his… grave.”

“That’s grave robbing.”

“No, I was just going to borrow it!” Miguel said. “For the contest! Then I was going to put it back.”

“You’re not playing in the contest, Miguel. You’re not going to play ever.” Héctor said. “I forbid it.”

“What is wrong with you?!” Miguel shouted, angry tears forming in his eyes. “Why do you hate music so much?! You were the greatest songwriter of all time. People sing your songs every day. They made you famous! They made you rich! How can you hate music?”

“Because it took my best friend away from me!” Héctor shouted back.

“No it didn’t! A giant bell did!”

“And what put him under that bell, huh?!” Héctor asked, then shook his head. “You know what? No. No, you’re right. A giant bell did kill him. But really it only sped up what was going to happen to him anyway.”

At Miguel’s confused look, Héctor walked over to where the wristbands laid and picked them up, holding them in front of his son. “Guess what these were for, huh? Why Ernesto always wore them, even on hot summer days?”

Thinking about it a little, Miguel couldn’t do more than shrug. “Th-they… They were cool. I don’t kn-”

“He used them to hide his slit wrists. I saw them myself, and he admitted to it.” Throwing them back to the ground, he made his way over to the portrait. Gazing at his friend’s proud smiling face, he whispered painfully, “He tried to kill himself.”

“What?...”

“He tried to end his own life. But that’s not all…” Héctor kept looking at the portrait, even when the picture before him started to blur more and more. “He was also on drugs. The bad ones Miguel: cocaine, heroin, pills. I don’t know what he didn’t take.” He held his tongue about all the women who had come forth to try and get a piece out of the de la Cruz estate after his death. And a few men as well. Miguel didn’t need to know about that. “And I know why he did it too. Why he tried to kill himself.”

“You do?”

“Si… It’s because it was too much for him.” Turning back towards Miguel, Héctor continued. ���The fame, the Papárazzi, working nonstop on music and movies. Sometimes it just causes a man to wear too thin. That’s what happened to him, Miguel. I can’t let the same thing happen to you, claro? It’s for your own good.”

Miguel looked at his father, then at the portrait of Ernesto, before his face hardened. “No… No, it’s for your own good!”

“What?”

“Everything has been for your own good and I’m sick of it! Especially on my own birthday, it’s Héctor Rivera’s birthday instead!” Miguel shouted. “We don’t play music, we don’t even listen to music. We can’t watch Tio Nesto’s movies, we can’t even talk about him! You don’t talk about Leti, everything I know about her I’ve heard from someone else, never from you! It’s like you don’t even like them!”

“I loved them!” Héctor shouted back, his rage boiling over again. “I loved them more than anything else on Earth! They were taken from me, and I would give every centavo I have just to get them back!”

“And you’re rich because of music!” Miguel kept on, ignoring Héctor. “Saying you hate music after it’s made you rich, and makes you richer every day, makes you a hypocrite! You don’t care about what’s good for me! You don’t care about anyone but yourself! You’re a coward, a terrible father, and I don’t want to be a part of your family anymore!”

Héctor couldn’t believe this. Was everyone out to get him tonight? Did no one respect him at all? He couldn’t stand it anymore. He was the patriarch of the Rivera family, it was high time he started to act like it. No more pushover Héctor. It was time to put his foot down.

“I’m a terrible father?” Héctor asked. “Oh no no no… No, I’m not the terrible father. You know who was a terrible father? My father. And I had a terrible mother too. I was left alone on the steps of the church as a newborn, thrown away by the people who I depended on the most. My whole life I craved a family that I never had, and in the end I got it. And I gave my family everything I never had and more. But it’s not enough for you is it? You have the nicest clothes, a full stomach every day, a huge bedroom all to yourself filled with toys and games. And it’s not enough for you. You’re spoiled rotten.”

Bowing his head, tears finally fell down Miguel’s face at the insult. He shook his head and weakly squeaked out, “No, I’m not…”

“Well I am done being the nice parent. The nice husband. The nice little brother who does what he’s told.” Héctor hissed. “I couldn’t stop your brother from going off to war. I couldn’t stop your mother from kicking me out. I couldn’t stop Ernesto from going on that stage that night. I tried to stop them, and I couldn’t. But I’m certain that I can stop you from going down the same path that he did.”

“So first of all, you can forget going to that new school on the weekends, and you can forget waiting for the next school year. Because as soon as we get home we’re packing your belongings and setting you up first thing Monday morning. And you will stay there until summer break!”

Miguel’s eyes widened in horror, and cried out, “No! You can’t!”

“And I’ll make sure that you never come in contact with music while you’re there as well! No guitars, no radios, no record players, nothing! I don’t care if I have to pay extra nor if you’re under lock and key 24/7, you will never play or hear music again! Ever!”

Ignoring his son’s broken sobs and wails, Héctor turned on his heel to glare at Ernesto’s golden guitar mounted on the wall underneath his stupid fat face. A gift that he had given him out the love for his brother, now the bane of his existence and an unwanted temptation to his son. “And the first thing I’m going to do is get rid of this stupid thing once and for all!”

He grabbed the guitar and swung it off the pegs. It must have been a little too hard, or maybe he just didn’t know his own strength, because when he did the force of it sent a flourish of golden petals to drift and float in the air with a loud whoosh! And if was paying a little more attention he would have noticed that the petals seemed to have glowed a little brighter. Turning back, he gestured at Miguel with hard jerk of the guitar. “Now get up. We’re going home.”

Miguel didn’t say anything. He just stared at him silently, mouth agape. He wasn’t even crying anymore. Just staring up, a little vacantly and with his eyes darting slightly. Finally, just as Héctor felt himself getting more annoyed and angrier by his silence, Miguel whispered, “…Papá?...”

Héctor sighed and shook his head. “We’re done talking about this. I’ve made up my mind and you won’t-”

“Papá?! PAPÁ!”

Now Miguel wasn’t even staring at him, instead looking frantically around the mausoleum, and now Héctor was getting fed up. “Enough of this! Miguel, we’re going home now! Miguel stop screaming! Miguel!”

Suddenly the sound of a metal key grating through the door lock was heard, and both Héctor and Miguel turned to see a pock-mocked teenager walking inside with a flashlight. “Alright, who’s in here?” he asked in a squeaky voice.

Héctor stepped around Miguel and held up a hand towards the young teen. “It’s all right chamaco. I’m handling this, we’ll be on our way shortly.”

“Miguel?” the teenager said surprised. “What are you doing in here? Where’s de la Cruz’s guitar?”

Miguel said nothing, just stood there shaking in terror and struggling to breathe. Héctor held the guitar up for him to see. “I have it, and I’ll be taking it with me for the time being, so if you’ll excuse-”

“Ay, mi abuelo is going to kill me if he finds out you took it on my watch!” the teenager moaned, then walked towards Miguel. “Come on, you shouldn’t be here. I’ll take you home.”

Héctor stood firmly in front of Miguel, stopping him from coming closer. “Oye, I said I’ll handle it! What is with everyone?! Why does no one ever listen to-”

*whoosh*

“-meEe?...”

With a sickening feeling, and a hot and cold sensation, Héctor felt the young boy walk through his body and out the other side. Clutching his stomach at the feeling, he whipped around to see the teenage boy grab Miguel by the arm and start to pull him away. “Hey, let go of him!”

He reached out to pull the boy’s hand off of his son, but as soon as he made contact his hand phased through the arm like a wisp of smoke before forming solid again. Staring at it disbelief, Héctor twisted his hand side to side to look at it. And to his horror, he found that he could actually see through it. And his hand, as well as his arm, his leg, his whole body… was glowing gold.

He kept staring at it, mesmerized and confused, until his son’s voice broke through his mental short. Miguel was screaming as he tried to break free of the older boy’s grip, and what he screamed made Héctor’s insides run cold.

“No, stop! Please! My papá disappeared! He’s gone! He vanished into thin air!”

No.

No, I’m still here.

“Hey stop!” Héctor shouted as he followed them out into the cemetery. “Give me back my son! I’m right here! Can’t you see- aah!”

Suddenly another person bumped into him, or rather through him, and Héctor was once again bombarded with that nauseating sensation of cold and heat. Then another came. And another. Apparently everyone thought it was a good idea to crowd around the mausoleum to see what all the commotion was about, but all it was doing was knocking Héctor’s world off course.

Trying to weave through the mass of people, trying to locate Miguel by his shouting over the rush of blood through his ears, Héctor finally made it through the crowd. He had practically swam through all of them, and not one of them ever looked at him.

No one could see him at all.

Another shout from Miguel brought his attention back to what was important. The teenager had now almost dragged Miguel to the exit, but the path was clear now. Dodging through the maze of gravestones, Héctor was getting closer and closer towards his son. “Oye kid! Let him go! You hear me?! Let him-”

With another whoosh, and another nauseating tilt as a random woman walked into his direction, Héctor’s legs folded out from under him and he planted hard on his face. Laying on the ground for a few moments, trying to get his bearings and his breathing back under control, Héctor didn’t notice the shadow loom over him. Not until a sweet voice called out and a gentle hand touched his shoulder.

“Dios mio! Señor, are you okay? You fell pretty hard! Here, let me help you up.”

As he felt the hands grip his arms and his body lift off the ground, Héctor sighed in relief. Someone could see him, and he could be touched. He was normal again. Probably was normal to begin with. He had been so angry before; it must have popped a few screws loose. His brain had been a little addled, but it was all just a simple mind trick. Nothing was wrong. He was seen and heard. All was well.

“Ay, gracias a Dios.”

“Are you all right now, Señor?” the woman asked, brushing the dirt off of his jacket with gloved hands. Héctor nodded and smiled, looking up.

“Sí. Gracias Señoritaa-aaa-ha-AAA-HAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She-Ra season 5 thoughts and reactions [Spoilers]

Adora’s Dreams???? Is she trying to reconnect her connection to She-ra or smth???

Of course everyone argues about the Heart of Etheria. How can they not

Okay so there was that awkward af dinner scene, but Horde Prime confronting Catra on her feelings for Adora is 👌👌👌

Catra going to meet Glimmer several times. I think we all expected that.

Everyone telling Adora she’s not She-Ra anymore and her feeling needing to be useful... AAAAAAA

When they tied up a clone and he just started blabbering about how Prime is great and all and they’re like “was hordak like this” and Scorpia straight up being like “nah he just said get out a lot” like even Scorpia anknowledges that Hordak was like an angsty emo teen boy

Everyone being like “WTF DO WE DO NOW ADORA ALWAYS MAKES THE PLANS UGH”

Entrapta... good old entrapta going apeshit over the tech

Horde Prime really does that huh? Not only does he destroy planets and take their food he keeps their treasures and stuff as his trophies

GLIMMER GO OFF YEAH DON’T LET HIM USE YOU

Horde Prime calling Catra little sister... 😟 hell no you bleached octopus

Scorpia’s impression of Entrapta is so funny like... “Yay! Science! Tech! *crazy hysterical laughing*

ENTRAPTA CAN YOU PLEASE NOT WALK INTO THE WAY OF GIANT DRONES AND BOTS PLEASE ITS A STEALTH MISSION

Mermista taking charge with Adora gone, go for it girl

Scorpia, i love you

“hooray! Oh I take back my hooray. Never mind I reinstate my hooray! Hooray!”

ENTRAPTA SAYING THAT SHE WORKS WITH TECH BETTER THAN PEOPLE AND SHE WANTED TO HELP THEM THRU TECH 😢😢

Those clones really pop out of nowhere huh? They’re just stationed everywhere huh? Like stormtroopers.

Shadow Weaver, you tsundere. You still have an attachment to Micah as your student

That one clone who’s neck just snapped and twisted (with all the great sound effects, yay!) 😨

Okay so Prime can see and talk thru all his clones... shoulda seen that coming

Hordak??? Hordak is that you

Catra straight up telling Hordak that it’s reassuring to see a familiar face even if they weren’t on the best of terms... 🥺

Is Hordak starting to remember?? Is he gonna remember Entrapta aaaaaaaaaaa come on pls

Adora taking them all to the place in her dream... wow somethings up y’all

UH WHERE IS MADAME RAZZ IN ALL THIS?????????

Going to save Glimmer... good luck y’all are seriously gonna need it

Micah pretending to be She-Ra was so funny I don’t know why

Oh so Prime can’t track First Ones tech... thank god

Wow remember when I said Hordak might be remembering?? Haha we just got the rug pulled out from under us

The Horde clones are a literal fucking cult and their chanting is seriously unnerving like wow Noelle props to making it unsettling

Aaaaaaaaand Hordak was reset again (in a weirder way too with that bathtub of whatever the fuck is in there) think he’ll somehow remember again? Entrapta my girl I’m counting on you

Entrapta naming the ship Darla... I’m getting Emily vibes

CATRA GETTING FLASHBACKS OF HER AND ADORA AS KIDS JUST RIP MY HEART OUT WHY DON’T YOU 🥺😭

Okay but does Prime have no cameras or anything??? He’s got clones and advanced tech but no cameras or scanners in his own ship?? Probably bc his clones are his cameras or smth

CATRA APOLOGIZING AND SAYING SHE WANTS TO DO SOMETHING GOOD WHEN SHE SAVES GLIMMER... WOAH 😭

They really gave us Swift Wind feels huh? They really did that to us

Scorpia saying that Kyle told her he has a crush on Rogelio... awww

The Star siblings are so sweet. Also Adora stop eating all their food

Bow just helping and protecting Glimmer even tho he’s still mad at her... 😊🥰

SHE-RA?!?!?????? She-ra is that you

Adora saying she wants to go back for Catra and that she needs her... 😭😭😭

One of the episodes is literally named “Save the Cat” like 😂😂😂

BRAINWASHED CATRA AAAAAA NO TF

Somehow I knew that Prime was probably gonna brainwash Catra but actually seeing it is something else

Okay but Wrong Hordak..., crying, no idea what to do, really innocent just trying his best don’t hurt him

So the clones and Prime use a hive mind... cool coolcoolcool

Horde Prime uses vessels??? He just jumps in from one body to the other??? He can do that??? Literally if he does that to any of the rebellion people I’ll drag him out of there with my bare hands

Excuse me??? Horde Prime knew the First Ones???? He destroyed them????? HORDE PRIME DESTROYED THE FIRST ONES WHAT

Adora fighting Catra,,,, AGAIN

Catra slowly remembering ONLY FOR PRIME TO SCREW IT UP AND INTERFERE THAT DIRTY PIECE OF-

New She-Ra form

NEW SHE-RA FORM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NEW CLOTHES NEW POWERS NEW SWORD

WHERE TF DID IT COME FROM THO???????

They better have a good explanation of this and not just some asspull don’t do us dirty that way

Then screwing over Horde Prime and wrecking his shit. NICE 👍👏👏👏

OH MY GOD HORDAK FINDING ENTRAPTA’S PINK “LUVD” CRYSTAL AND GOING “Entrapta?” OHHHHH BOY WE GON GET SOME NOW

Everyone on the ship just dealing with stuff. Wrong Hordak continues to be the nicest person yet.

Micah is so funny he’s just like I want some cake and Frosta’s like UGH and he’s just like “Do kids not like cake anymore???”

Elberon. Hoooo boy that was weird and fucked up. Goosebumps. Honestly they should’ve seen it from a mile away that something was up

AAAAAAAAAH SPINNERELLA NOOOOOOOO

Catra’s new hair without the helmet is really nice. Kinda like her past being cut away and moving towards the future. I see she’s back with draping herself all over Adora and annoying her

Secret Underwater Party Adventure literally what

Scorpia’s song ❤️💖❤️... hot DAMN girl you are AMAZING and VALID and I STAN YOU

Glad to see the underwater people are doing great in these trying times

That montage of people with a grudge against Sea Hawk and Mermista beating them up is so fucking funny like “ANYONE ELSE WHO’S BOAT YOU’VE SET ON FIRE??!?”

DOUBLE TROUBLE?!!??!1?!1!??!???

Ironically DT was lying when they said Adora’s in space with a sword fighting but they didn’t know that’s what’s actually happening asdfjdn

Oh my god Mermista have you been chipped too

Literally everyone has been chipped so I guess no one’s safe idk what I was think. ing. 🤷‍♀️

How do those chips even work?? Does someone just slap it on the back of someone’s neck and that’s it?

EVEN MICAH’S BEEN TAKEN CONTROL OF?!?

That’s one heck of an anniversary....

Okay, Krytis gives me Krypton vibes. Anyone else??? It’s a planet, some superbeing’s weakness, and the name. Also it’s like, destroyed/abandoned has no life on it

Catra and the gang with their antics... she’s clearly not used to their carefree improvising ... laughing ... awww 😊 ~

Castaspella where have YOU been the whole time??

“How is it we’ve lost so many fine members of the rebellion yet we’re still stuck with you?” WOW Not holding back anything huH

Castaspella why are you even still wearing those longass robes and that cape

MAGIC??!? THAT’S THE SECRET??? THAT- actually makes sense. Prime uses science and tech so magic is something that’s probably out of his depth

Someone get me a shapeshifting cat please Melog is so cool

Wrong Hordak you’ve found your own truth go for it you spunky little boi

“Brother, I hope you too are full of love for Horde Prime and have no crippling doubt eating at your soul” GOLD. COMEDY GOLD I TELL YOU

HORDAK REMEMBERING THE ENTRAPTA RAINBOW SCENE AAAAAAAA

That montage where Netossa lists everyone’s weaknesses is so funny, Catra’s just like “I’m different. I’m a real threat.” Then Netossa just. Sprays her with water. Like. Wow.

Even in this troubling time, dad jokes persist. This is awesome. George and Lance have their priorities sorted well. Bow is so done with it 😆

HORDE PRIME WAS THERE IN PERSON THE WHOLE TIME?!

Literally what?????????? The heart can be taken WITHOUT SHE-RA???? Horde Prime ain’t screwing around babeyyyyy

Scorpia.... don’t lose to it AAA 🥺🥺🥺 and Perfuma is so positive and does the Fairy Tail thing where she believe in her friends no matter what

Shadow Weaver, the only one using actual logical deduction in the team while everyone else panics and makes puns

Okay Shadow Weaver’s speech to Adora might sound cruel but it’s actually logical and truthful. She’s being honest.

ENTRAPDAK REUNION. YES. YESYES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY SPOP OTP HAS RETURNED HORDAK STILL BEING ANGSTY

“YOUR IMPERFECTIONS ARE BEAUTIFUL” Entrapta you’re killin me

Glimmer’s first meeting with Micah and THIS is how it goes?!? Wow

“Adora it doesn’t always have to be you!!” That gives me so many feels bc it’s kinda true

CATRA STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS DON’T DO THAT THIS TIME YOU’VE COME SO FAR NOW NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Adora doesn’t want me! Not like I want her” number one that’s so sad, number two NO, number three GURL ADORA DOES WANT YOU BACK LIKE THAT SHE LOVES YOU

Entrapta girl, you can do it you spunky little gremlin

The memories,,, AaAAAaaaaaAAaAAAAA

Glimbowww!!!! Glimbow Glimbow Glimbow!

“You’re worth more that what you can give to other people. You deserve love too.” OH MY GOD THAT IS SUCH A GOOD AND POSITIVE MESSAGE TO GIVE NOT JUST TO ADORA BUT TO PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE

GLIMMER comin in to SAVE THE DAYAY and Seahawk ,, 🤣🤣🤣😂🤣😂😂😂 you’re the highlight of these moments I swear 😂🤣😂

“My oldest enemy”?? Does he mean She-Ra or the First Ones? also WHAT is that giant green tentacle monster

THE LITTLE ENTRAPTA LOGO ON HER SCANNERS AND TECH THAT IS SO CUTE

KYLE AND ROGELIO AND LONNIE ARE STILL TOGETHER AND THEY’VE ADOPTED IMP AWWWWW AAAAAA

George and Lance are so proud of their son ~

Shadow Weaver !!!!!!! AAAAA AND TAKING OFF THE MASK and then just. FUCKIN G DYING??!!!??? SHADOW WEAVER YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO GIVE ME THESE FEELS AT THE END

Double Trouble you little shit

Holee shit, THAT is the heart??? It looks like empty cubes or shapes or something...

GO HORDAK GO OFF

DID HE JUST KILL PRIME???? YES!!!

Oh shit, nevermind, they are a hive mind after all,,, ........ FUCK

CATRA GOING “I LOVE YOU I ALWAYS HAVE”

CATRADORA KISS

CATRADORA KISS

CATRADORA KISS

THEY GLOWED AND TURNED RAINBOW GAY RIGHTS

THEY PLAYED CATRA AND ADORA’S SOUNDTRACK IN THEIR BIG MOMENT

Hordak’s memory with baby Adora??? Like adorable????

ENTRAPDAK REUNION AAAAAAA THE HUG

“HI I’M DAD” WOW

ALL THE REUNIONS

Mermista’s just like slightly unsettled by Entrapdak. Begone Antis.

Literally Madame Razz have you been just walking around and dusting stuff

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ENDING WHAT A GOOD WAY TO END THE SHOW HOLY SHIT WOW

All of my ships have become canon this season Catradora Glimbow Entrapdak Seamista thank you Noelle MY CROPS ARE WATERED MY SKIN CLEARED MY DEPRESSION CURED MY HOPE RESTORED THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON SPOP I AM BLESSED

well hello ! my name is blaire (19, she / her, est), and though my app and this intro are very late i’m ecstatic to be here ! i’ve had muse for this baby for a while but was taking forever to make him so here he is ... 4am’s mr. elijah kang ! he’s definitely a lot to handle, but he’s here to bring the party to veil and i’m so excited to see all the craziness he gets in ! i’m super excited to plot with you guys, so please like this if you want to plot something, and check here for his bio, private profile, and public profile ! plots coming soon, i swear, but you can find some general ideas under the cut alongside trivia ! let’s go !

BACKGROUND.

born in la, california !! will always be a cali baby at heart, both his parents are originally from korea but moved there because they wanted to start a family in america !

he has two younger siblings - bora, who’s 12, and jandi, who’s 25 ! such an older brother, he teases / loves them to death and will fly to cali just to fight whoever hurts them !

original name is eunkwang elijah kang, but around middle school he changed it because a.) people always asked him about it or couldn’t pronounce it and b.) he didn’t think it fit him

the only people who still call him that are his parents when they’re speaking korean and his grandparents / aunts in korea. he introduces himself as elijah or eli nowadays, though !

but he prefers eli somewhat because elijah makes him feel like he’s getting in trouble ?? lmao !

his mom tried to get him into child acting because acting was always something she wanted to do, but it didn’t go very far for him

his father hated the idea of him going into the entertainment industry because he didn’t feel like it was a stable career, and thought that as the oldest of the family he should be financially well off

consequently, him and his dad’s relationship has become a little difficult now, he loves him a lot but is frustrated his dad doesn’t seem to be happy for him pursuing his dreams

even so, he started getting into singing because his mom had him join the church choir she lead ! he pretended he hated it but he loved getting all the old people to smile on that little stage

but he really got into performing when he tried to impress a girl with a talent show & won second place by doing a really cringy song & dance performance with friends !

feel free to read more in his bio, but long story short he auditioned as a joke and had the surprise of the century when he made it past auditions AND callbacks !

the idea of being in the “kpop” industy still seems so weird to gim, esp bc it’s never something he saw himself doing ?? he’s a r&b type of guy so it was really weird for him to think about at first

they decided to go with this “flirty bad boy image” for him which isn’t too out of character tbh ?? but they also thought he had the look of a rapper so started training him to be one ! so now it’s one of his positions, and though he finds it really fun he’s embarrassed to call himself one because he doesn’t feel like he has the skills to rap. 

he has a v unique voice, similar to wonpil’s, but since he had no proper training prior to joining the company they had to work with him a lot bc he didn’t really know how to use it !

was a little apprehensive at the whole “boy band” thing at first, until he realized just how much he loved it ?? and then became very invested and has been working hard ever since !he has high hopes for the group and thinks that, as long as they work hard, they can gain a stable following

also was like thank god bc he can’t dance for shit so that helped him otu a l o t !!

PERSONALITY.

like i said before, his personality’s not too different from his brand the company is trying to market him as once they debut ! so “flirty bad boy” pretty much sums it up lmao. he’s got the whole rebellious streak going on, but i wouldn’t call him bad for real because he’s still got a good heart, he’s just dumb and gets into equally dumb scenarios. i think that this pretty much sums it up:

haha !! anyways he is definitely a flirt, even when he doesn’t mean to be ! but he usually does, and isn’t afraid at all at expressing his attraction to others ! ( on that note - he’s pansexual fyi ! ) but his downfall is that he’s terrible with commitment, he’s just not in the mood to settle down and doesn’t know how but i’m sure he’s got a long list of romantic connections ! 

he’s got a bit of a potty mouth, he doesn’t really have a filter ( unless he’s somewhere for work ofc ) but even then he’s had a few embarrassing slip-ups. def got a few wrist slaps for it bc apparently he can’t shut up !! but please lmk if you don’t want him to curse in our threads bc even though it won’t be that bad in threads, i don’t want anyone to feel uncomfy !

very spontaneous, definitely the type to call you up at 3am on a sunday asking to go out some random place with him, he just loves adventure ! some find it endearing while others find it chaotic, he’s really a hit or miss in terms of this !

a charmer, he knows how to say things that people here....especially when trying to get himself out of a sticky situation ! if he had a superpower it’d be sweet talking people, he’s got a way with words and that’s ultimately how he’s become as successful as he has ! once 4am debuts he’ll definitely give fans lots of fanservice and is the type to “marry” them at fansigns and such.

on that note he’s very deceptive and isn’t pathological liar, but can do it v casually if he thinks it’ll make his situation any better ?? not a good thing but yk just how it is !

bc of these he’s quite the life of the party, and actually gravitates toward quieter people because he wants them to have fun & he’s def the first to try to break the awkward tension !

super carefree - the world could be crumbling, and this man will make a joke about it ! it can be good in stressful situations due to his ability to keep a leveled head, but at the same time it causes him to make poor decisions because he’s less concerned about the end results.

a downside is that he can have a bit of a temper, and if he feels like someone’s competing with him or trying to prove him wrong he gets pretty defensive. also if someone breaks his trust this man holds the biggest grudge i stg

tw: alcohol ! he loves to drink, it’s a habit he started back in america but moved over here ! he can’t do it quite as often bc of company rules he has to maneuver, but if you ask him to go out for some drinks, he’ll never say no.

just...silly lmao !! will literally come into his member’s rooms in the middle of the night just to do a stupid dance then walk out & leave.

very loyal & protective over those he loves !! he’s an older brother, so that’s rooted deep in him and he cares deeply about those he gets close too !

not a leader in any way ( thank god atlas saw that ), but he has his own way of checking up on people ! he’s not the talk-about-your-feelings type per se, but if he sees someone’s down he’ll go out his way to make them laugh or do something to make them feel better

also totally irrelevant but definitely has a retro eboy aesthetic going on here ?? his style very much so resembles jaewon his fc, but with a tinge more grunge ?? his ig is so eboy guys i just...he’s a mess

CONNECTIONS.

besties pls ?? 

exes ?? i feel like his exes would’ve ended pretty messily bc he’s the Worst but hey maybe they still vibe !!

drinking buddies ftw !! shall they drink & be merry together !! bonus if ur muse is a stupid drunk two and these two just are losing it 

he misses his siblings a ton so some younger muses, esp girls, for him to interact would be great ? would 100% baby them & treat them like one of his sisters !!

someone equally wild as elijah who he can always count on for a good party or getting into some sot of trouble.

fwb, a no-strings-attached situation except maybe later on ?? depends let’s see he just wants to have fun !

someone very different to him, they’re away of his personality but in contrast are very structured ! it would be super fun to interact with someone like that, see if they butt heads ?

in contrast,  a father-son/mother-son type of friendship where they look out for him to make sure he doesn’t take it too far and he makes sure they take care of themselves and have fun !

give me some rivalry ot enemies pls i love the drama

i promise i’ll add more soon and do a proper plots page but i’m literally so tired i can’t function

If It’s Magic | Chapter 4

A/N: This was not at all planned, I wrote this at like 6am while listening to sad love songs. It’s not a happy chapter so buckle up.

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Three months. Three months Daniel watched his roommate deny that he was losing his hold on what he thought was a sure thing. Three months since Xavier and Amira last spoke, the argument loud enough in their living space to have the dorm director put him and Daniel on probation. In those same months, he watched Xavier go through a plethora of emotions. At first, he was indignant, insisting that Amira was simply trying to get a rise out of him and he was determined to not give her the satisfaction. By the second month, he realized she was actually hurt and had some self-reflection, trying to figure out the best way to apologize only to decide it wasn’t adequate enough. In the third and current month, he’d resorted to completely ignoring the entire situation, opting to focus on everything else from the BSU to classes and the various women he’d bring home on a whim. Tonight it was a blue-haired sophomore that looked like an off-brand version of the one he actually wanted at that moment.

However, Daniel wasn’t having it on this particular Tuesday night.

“Oh no, you gone have to take her back to her place. I’m studying for these finals and I will not fail because your ass don’t know how to quietly feed.”

Xavier turned to his roommate prepared to give a rebuttal only to be struck with a sharp pain to his chest, much like he’d been stabbed. It made him gasp and stumble, his meal struggling to hold him up as Daniel hopped up to help him over to the couch.

“Is he alright?”

“I don’t know, he’s never done that before. It might just be fatigue though, I’ll have him call you tomorrow...what’s your name?”

The girl, Taylor, sighed but gave a friendly smile and nodded before heading towards the door. Once she’d left Daniel grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Xavier who held a hand over his chest with a confused look on his face.

“I think something happened to Amira...it felt like something was cut out of my chest.”

“Well, given your bond that’s definitely not good. Maybe someone else hurt her emotionally or something? What emotions are you feeling now?”

Xavier sat up and looked at Daniel with a slight wildness in his eyes.

“That’s the thing! I don’t feel anything. Like I just feel empty...”

As he voiced what he felt physically the reality of what happened hit him like a ton of bricks, the pain returning to his chest for a different reason.

“I think she blocked our connection.”

“Blocked it how?” Daniel questioned.

“There are certain spells that can dampen or block bonds between our kind. She’s skilled enough to do it, but I never thought she would.”

“Honestly, I’m glad she did. Maybe it’ll wake your stubborn ass up. You’ve been avoiding the girl for three months, which I find amazing as you’re both still involved with the BSU.”

“Me? She could’ve just as easily come to me and started the conversation!”

Daniel ran a hand over his face and sighed with exasperation, “She could have, but you’re the one that fucked up, nigga!”

Xavier groaned and threw his head back, looking to the ceiling for a moment before finally standing with a huff.

“I’m going to go talk to her.”

“Aye, don’t get yourself killed. I don’t have the patience for a new roommate.”

“You did WHAT?!”

“I blocked our bond.”

“Why the hell would you do that, exactly?”

Amira sighed into the phone as she laid across her bed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke to her oldest sibling, Francois.

“He was being an ass, Fran. First, he treats me like some toy then he avoids me for the past three months? On top of how I was already feeling his mood swings weren’t helping me at all.”

“Oi, that dickweed did what now?! I’ll drive down there and shoot him with my hunting rifle!”

At that Amira snorted but quickly spoke up.

“No, not necessary plus when you have to be bailed out I’m gonna have to explain why I didn’t stop you.”

“I guess. But if you change your mind just tell me. I’ll throw Jon in the car and we’ll come fuck him up.”

Amira laughed once more and made sure to let them know she’d keep it in mind, sighing as their conversation steered more towards school and how things were going back home with their parents. After a full check in and some updates on everything, they said their goodbyes and Amira was left alone with her thoughts. She didn’t mention how she’d been grappling with blocking Xavier for most of the three months they’d been apart, hoping he’d see where she was coming from. The thought took her back to the last time they’d spoken when they got into the fight.

Amira rolled her eyes and slapped a hand on her forehead as she repeated herself for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I never said I had a problem with you fucking other people, but we had an agreement! No emotional connections, and no changing plans with each other for a random. Those were the only rules and you couldn’t even last half the first semester without breaking that!”

“You’re making it sound like I told you not to come just to fuck her when that’s not the case! I still wanted to see you, nothing changed about that.”

“You still wanted to fuck me, X. If you had wanted to see me then you wouldn’t have made plans to feed off of that bitch!”

Xavier stood from where he was sitting, his frustration with still going over this subject at an all-time high.

“If you hadn’t seen her you wouldn’t have even known the difference so why do you care? It’s not like we’re together anyways!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up. He expected her to yell, scream, cuss him out, or react in some loud and angry way, but what she did unnerved him even more. She grabbed her bag and turned to leave without another word. He could feel the swirl of emotions going through her like a molotov cocktail waiting to be thrown, but she didn’t show any of it. At least, not until he reached out and tried to lightly pull her back by her arm. Before he could even fully register her movement she turned around and landed a hard punch directly to his ribs, effectively knocking the wind out of him. He wheezed and dropped to his knees, unable to call after her when she walked out of the door with unshed tears in her eyes.

Amira was jolted from her thoughts as she heard two voices arguing outside of her bedroom door. When she opened it she was unsurprised to find Xavier and Lucy going back and forth, the latter waving a small frying pan in the former’s face.

“Listen, just let me by so I can t-”

“Nah, you got the game fucked up! You can’t just waltz your palm tree looking ass up in here after THREE MONTHS and think imma just let you talk to my girl! Nigga, I will knock what little brains you got loose if you don’t get the fuck up outta here!!”

“It’s alright Lu, I know why he’s here.”

Both parties turned to see Amira leaning against her door frame, her face not giving away the flutter in her stomach at seeing him.

“Mimi, can we talk somewhere alone?”

“There’s nothing to talk about Xavier, so you can go back home.”

“Nothing to talk about?! You blocked our natural bond!”

“Yes, because I was tired of feeling your emotions on top of mine.”

Xavier sighed, looking down for a moment before speaking again.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have broken our rules and I definitely shouldn’t have acted the way I have been. If you give me the chance I’ll make it up to you, but please don’t block me out.”

“No reason to be sorry, it’s not like we’re together anyways,” Amira spat with a bitter laugh.

Before he could speak again she put him out, ignoring the look of heartbreak on his face and how it made her chest tight.

The other way

“The strength I would need to pull it off can only come from one place.“ “Edom?“ “Magnus, don‘t.“, but there was no other way. The warlock turned to look at the sky, away from the nephilim´s voice, away from greatest his fear. The sky was burning, alight with wicked shades of red and orange and the air was starting to sting in their lungs with every breath they took. “Alexander,... love. I need to do this, although I most definitely don´t like it, but it needs to be done and it needs to be me. No one else can do it.“ The blue glimmer of Magnus´ magic grew brighter with every second, as it slowly crawled from  his hands upwards, soon illuminating Alec´s face too and making tears of desperation visible in his eyes.

“No.“, his voice cracked. “No, I can´t... I can´t loose you, I won´t!“ Alec shook his head and walked towards his partner, determination clear in his eyes as he turned the other around. He sighed and absentmindedly smoothed out a small wrinkle in the others coat, while looking back at Clary and his siblings. “I´m coming with you, no let me talk Magnus.“, Alec said as he held up a hand to shut the warlocks interruption down. “I know you think that you have to do this alone, but I´m here and I won´t leave you this time. If you´re going to Edom to get the strength you need, then I will be there every step of the way.“,his feelings were clear as day in his voice, pain and longing coming together, bubbling up after being surpressed after the forced break up as he whispered:  “I won´t leave you.“

Tears were shining in both of their eyes. Hazel eyes appearing almost black in the darkness that befell Alicante, while unglamoured cat eyes were blazing with the violent fires they were reflecting. "Alexander, I... can´t let you come with me. I love you still and I want you safe and in Edom? My dear, in Edom you´re anything but that.“, came the hushed reply before he took a step back, returning to his position on the banister of the balcony.

Fear clawed at the young nephilim´s heart as he frantically tried to find another way, there had to be one, there always was. This time he  just could not let Magnus make the sacrifice to safe everyone. This time he would look deeper, find the solution that would come without another price and another and another. Not this time. Suddenly, the earth started to shake, because of a tower collapsing nearby, just as the warlock raised his hand to open the portal to hell and it struck Alec like someone slapped him. “Wait!“, Alec threw himself at his boyfriend, tackling him to the ground. “I know another way, you don´t have to go.“ Confusion and disbelief were written  on Magnus´ face. “What? But how, ... no, ... Alexander, there is no other way to do this. I don´t have the power, I´m too weak here. I...“ "No you´re not! You are not alone in this, I told you.“, sitting up and pulling Magnus with him, he hurriedly explained:“ Way back, when you helped healing Luke, you were running out of strength and I gave you mine and it worked! That´s the solution. Take my strength, Magnus.“ Surprised, the immortal stared at the hand Alec held out to him and happiness slowly made its way through his veins. This could work, only... He turned to reinclude the others into their conversation. “As strong as you are darling, I need way more energy than you alone can give and I know, that it is a lot to ask of you but I need all of your strength if we want to even dare hope to close the rift.“ Silence fell upon the small group, until Jace stepped forward, Clary and Isabelle following him without hesitation. “You don´t need to ask. Magnus.“, said Isabelle in a reassuring voice with a small smile on her face. “That´s right. You did so much for all of us, especially for me.“, added Jace, referencing what Magnus sacrificed to free his mind from Lillith´s control, while Clary nodded and stayed silent, knowing that everything has been said already.

Slow smiles spread across the groups faces at having found a possible solution and Magnus continued:“So be it then. I need all of  you to hold onto my arms after I rolled up my sleeves, because we need skin contact for this to work. I will draw strength form only one at a time after I start to run low on magic, this way it is easier for me to monitor how much energy you have left. Get ready.” Everyone got into position then. Isabelle holding Magnus right hand tightly in  her left, Jace and Clary each gripped one elbow while Alec enclosed his warlock´s left hand with both of his own. Alec saw his friends twitch a little as they came in contact with the warlock´s skin and thought about the time he shared his strength with Magnus, almost a year ago now. He didn´t twitch then, but this time he did. Not because it hurt, but because the energy he felt was so much stronger now, almost overwhelming in its seemingly infinte expanse.

Magnus started to chant the incantation quietly and it was beautyfull, like a song you hear once and can´t ever quite remember when even when you try. His golden eyes seemed to be glowing brighter with every word, the light they were previously reflecting drowned out from the light within. It really was quite magical.

With a shudder, each of them disconnected from Magnus after they became too exhausted to support him any longer. Jace first, then Clary and Isabelle until only the oldest Lightwood was left. The moment Magnus started to draw strength from his was easily recocnizeable for the others, as suddenly their point of contact started to glow in a breathtaking shade of azure blue. A clear sign of how much more powerful their connection was, of how close their very beings are.

The wicked red that illuminated the sky after the rift was opened was almost completely conquered by the calm blue of Magnus´ magic, only a small gap was visible when Alec felt Magnus tug at his hand. It was time to let go, but he only held on tighter. He wouldn´t let go, not this time. His knees got weak and he pulled the still chanting warlock down with him. Magnus let out a desperate cry and pushed his hand out forcefully in a last attemt to seal the rift before Alec would loose conciousness and suprisingly it worked. A thunderous sound echoed across the city of glass and it was done. They were safe and this time no one had to make a life altering sacrifice. It was okay. They would be okay

I was tagged by my gorgeous friend @amitafix​!! Thank you for the tag my love!! 

Nickname: 

Aster Moon is an alias I use on tumblr, insta, pixiv but it’s not like i’m trying to hide my real name so here are the nicknames my family and friends call me-

My younger brother and one of my beautiful cousin call me Nina it’s a cute childish nickname that children call me when they can’t say my name. Sadly though youngest brother is recently calling me by my actual name and he know’s I don’t like it because it only reminds me that he’s not going to be a kid anymore!! One thing’s for sure my cousin is the only one who still calls me that since we we’re kids, for someone who is so mature to say my name in such a childish manner should be illegal!!

Kari is what most of my family and friends call me but honestly I think I always smile when I hear one of my oldest cousin say it, it has a nice ring to it! Maybe it’s just because I respect her so much that  just hearing her call my name make’s my whole day! I’d say more but maybe for another time~

This one yes it’s an insult from my dear younger brother but it’s alright I call him Fatass too. We don’t even have to be having a sibling fight for us to call each other that, it could just be: 

Bro - “Hey, Fatass I bought you something from that show you like so much”

Me- “Have fun on your date, Fatass.”

Tbh we both react to it...so I guess you can call it a nickname....

Gender: 

When I hear Female I think of ‘Good looking’ ‘Keeping up appearances’ ‘Competition’ because since I was a kid I can remember my Aunt’s trying to out due each other for any occasion and for a simple cook out I would hear the words ‘You look so pretty’ ‘How beautiful’ ‘So sexy’ and of course the nasty remarks everyone whispered about each other ‘Can you believe what she’s wearing’ ‘she looks so bad’ ‘How ugly’ and it didn’t stop there. My younger female cousins and I were of course dragged into this competition our parent’s created, I would remember crying to my mom that I didn’t want to wear my hair up in pig-tails because I said my head hurt or bracelets because I found them annoying I was uncomfortable but comfort meant nothing compared to being called ‘cute’ I don’t remember how young I was but I perfectly remember my mother telling me ‘Don’t cry, it’s only for awhile you have to put up with it, you want to be cute like your cousin’s, right? You can take these off when you go to sleep.’ And I did put up with it but of course I got tired of it again. In elementary I asked my mom if could not wear a dress but shorts and a t-shirt something comfy oh but was that a mistake, she automatically got after me and shouted at me, I’m pretty sure she said something about ‘don’t you wan to look nice like your cousin’. I wore the dress and honestly I was scared to even ask again until middle school when one of my classmates commented that she had never seen me in pants, I kept wondering why don’t I? Some girl’s were them to school, so why don’t I? I had them and I wore them when I was at home but god forbid I ever wore them out or when company came over, I was so caught in my thought’s for a while, asking myself why until I finally came to understand I don’t wear them because I look cuter in a dress, no so that I could look cuter in a dress than everyone else and then it hit me, I DON’T CARE. I don’t care if my cousin looks cute and I don’t, I don’t care what everyone thinks. So then when my mom told me to change out of jeans and into a dress and put my hair up to look cute because company was coming later that night I told her I didn’t want to, of course she told me what don’t you want to be cute like your cousin? And with all the courage my middle school self mustered up I told her, I don’t care. It was mostly a whisper but my mother heard it, very well because right after that she slapped me and I honestly don’t remember what she said afterwards and before I knew it I was in my room, I didn’t cry I was just shocked and I was trying so hard to figure out what was so bad that I did. You see I was raised that if I did something bad my mom would of course get after me and tell me what I did wrong and told me never to do it again, and if I did a second time she would take something of mine until she thought I learned my lesson, but if I did a third time I would get spanked three times on my bottom and even now I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I was a good kid I didn’t cause a lot a trouble unless my brother started a fight with me and then both of us would get spanked but I’ve never been slapped before that day. I at the time thought if someone was slapped it was that they did something horrible, I plain out saw it as oh they’re bad. So I repeat I wasn’t crying, I was shocked, what did I do wrong, am I really that bad? I was breaking down and I didn’t understand what I did wrong but my thoughts were cut short, my mother walked in and she apologized for slapping me and was crying she realized that what she did was stupid she told me and asked why I didn’t want to dress up nicely and I told her I just wanted to be comfortable and she said she can understand that but what if my aunt’s or cousin’s said something and I awkwardly repeated I don’t care and my mom all she could was okay and I cried like a brat because it was okay, it was okay to be comfy and not care what everyone thought. That night was the first time I ever felt out of place in my own home, while my aunt and her daughter came over looking like goddess I wore a simple Minnie mouse t-shirt, blue jeans, with my hair down and simple flats, I clearly remember my aunt asking if I was sick and my mom saying no she’s not and cut that conversation short. Oh did I feel so awkward but when my brother came and asked me and my cousin to play outside and we asked her to climb a tree with us (because we were damn monkey’s that enjoyed climbing anything we could get our hands on) and she answered she couldn’t because she’s wearing a dress my day went from being the worst day ever to the best day of my life, such simple words made me realize i’m comfortable and I really don’t care what others think because I’m not glammed up. From that day on I wore what ever I wanted, don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I don’t wear dresses I do I glam up and I look good if I do say so myself and I do but because I want to not because I’m trying to one up one of my cousin’s at their own wedding (that did happen oh was there drama). So by saying i’m female I don’t want to think competition, I may not care what I wear but that word does pop up when I hear female and I just one day don’t want to think that when I say- 

(i apologize for ranting so much I just hit memory lane and I turned a  simple answer into a heavy one).

Star Sign: 

I’m not into horoscopes so much but I’m aware I’m an Aries, is Star Sign the same as Zodiac? (is that a stupid question, i’m sorry I never heard someone say star sign before) 

Height: 

I stopped growing in the last year of my elementary school, what the hell happened I used to be taller than everyone....  5ft. flat.

Sexuality: 

I can’t say I’m straight, gay, or bi because when I like someone I don’t worry about their gender If I like someone it’s for who they are, if I like you as a person then it’s a done deal. I’m aware that there a lot of different sexuality and I respect that but can’t I just say I like people? A person without being put in a category, like does it matter? I’m just gonna say I’m attracted to people with by their personalities. 

Hogwarts House: 

Apparently I’m in Ravenclaw.

Favorite Animal: 

I love all animals even the wrinkly naked ones.

Number of blankets:

I have a high body temperature so it really depends on the whether, because I can go from one thin simple blanket to three heavy thick ones.

Dogs or cats:

I adore both but I have my baby girl for now!

Dream Trip: 

I would like to visit all my friends I made online, one day!! I’ve made such wonderful friends I’d love to meet you all!!

Favorite Songs of the Week:  

If we have each other - Alec Benjamin

Dream Job:

Illustrator (boy do I need more practice)

Things you find comforting:

Creating new worlds and drawing them out. (Maybe one day I’ll post my owb creations instead of fan art..though not any time soon..sorry.)

I am tagging @silvertonguelover @yupingsan @xnatiix @celisart

You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I just thought it was fun :)

Friday

9:30 AM: Good morning and welcome to my last spooky reading blog. This weekend, I have three major reading goals.

Start and finish Spell on Wheels, which shouldn’t be hard since it’s only a graphic novel. 

Finish His Hideous Heart. I started this last weekend and got a good chunk of the way through during the week. I don’t think this will be hard either 

Start and finish These Witches Don’t Burn. This is my most ambitious goal, and I really do not see it happening. Maybe I should have more faith in myself. 

I also have a ton of reading to do for my women’s history class, and my roommate and I want to marathon the Scream movies. So we’ll see how much reading I actually get done. 

I quickly wanted to tell y’all that I finished House of Salt and Sorrow by Erin A. Craig last night, and really enjoyed it. It’s a spooky retelling of The 12 Dancing Princesses, which was a story I always loved as a little girl. This version has more murder and ghosts. I gave it four stars on Goodreads. It was so creepy and the imagery was lovely. I also love a good sibling dynamic and that was very prevalent in this book. The mystery was really compelling, and I was dying to know what was coming next. This is an unpopular opinion, but I really liked the romance and thought it was a great way to escape all the creepiness and mourning of the story. I took away a star because I hated the oldest sister, Camille. She was sort of a  b-word, but she kind of grew on me. Only a little. Also the last few chapters hurt my head, and I don’t know if it was in a good way. 

10:30 AM: I have taken my morning walk and gotten breakfast. I’m now getting ready for the day. My roommate, Christa, and I are going out for pizza and then heading to this huge Salvation Army in a nearby town. I’m hoping there’s some good books there.

3:00 PM: Unfortunately, the book selection was sort of weak. They did have several copies of various Twilight saga books, which I always like to see, but I do own all of them. Luckily, I did find a very nice sweater and very nice shirt that my hero, Jack Dylan Grazer, also owns. I’ve been jealous of the shirt since I saw it, and now I can wear it all the time.

Anyway, I made Christa take pics of me in my new (old) clothes, so here you go.

8:00 PM: I finally start Spell On Wheels while my laundry is going. I love it a whole lot. Queer lady witches is my favorite genre. The art is so cute, and the book is just spooky enough, without scaring me or grossing me out. Also, there is a hot goatman. I love goatman, and I think you should all Google him if you are not familiar with his work.

9:00 PM: After my laundry is done, and Christa and I have a dance party to bad Christmas songs, we turn on Glee. I love Glee but also hate it. Sam is my favorite character, because my type is an idiot with a heart of gold who also has ginormous lips. 

12:00 AM: We watched so much Glee. So much. Happy Saturday. 

Saturday

8:00 AM: Despite my late night watching Glee, I still wake up at a reasonable time. There’s no reason to, since no where on campus is open yet. I spend my morning reading fanfiction (yes its Reddie, yes I’m still not over that, no I don’t want to stop). 

10:00 AM: I pack my backpack with my laptop and the reading I have to do for women’s history. I also grab Spell On Wheels and His Hideous Heart, but I’m not sure I’m going to get any reading done. At least not the kind anyone wants to hear about. 

I guess I’ll talk about His Hideous Heart real quick. I’m not finished yet, but I am enjoying it. I think some people were saying it might not be for someone like me, who is unfamiliar with Poe’s work. I mean, I know Annabel Lee but that’s only because I stan Matthew Gray Gubler and Cassandra Clare’s The Dark Artifices (I know, please forgive me for stanning her work). That being said, this has been fun. It’s like I’m just reading some spooky stories. It also helps that I have a friend who is president of my school’s lit society and is willing to tell me the plot of several Poe stories instead of doing homework (love you long time Hannah). 

2:00 PM: I finished lots of homework at Starbucks and I’ve now returned to my room to finish Spell on Wheels, which I’ve been embarrassingly calling Spells on Wheels. Oops!

The good news is, I really like this book. It’s super fun. I finish it up, and give it 4.5/5 Stars. Is there going to be another volume? Any continuation whatsoever?! The ending was sort of open.

3:00 PM: I read two stories from His Hideous Heart but I’m not really feeling it so I put it down and read fanfiction instead. 

4:30 PM: I tear into a bag of gummy bears and we start our Scream marathon. I don’t know why I thought I could handle this. It’s icky and sad and making me like David Arquette. Around the time a girl dies via garage door, I realize we are not going to be watching more than this movie.

I appreciate Scream for what it is, but also recognize it is not for me. My roomie and I have a dance party to bad Christmas music instead.

10:00 PM: After Scream, I go see a play on campus. I’m glad I did, because I feel like I’ve been doing a whole lot of nothing lately. After the play, I go back to my room and watch Good Mythical Morning, which is what I watch when I need a pick me up. I also read some fanfiction (shocker) before I go to sleep.

Sunday

10:00 AM: I wake up later than expected, and realize it’s pouring out. I planned on going to the library but the torrential rain completely ruins that plan. Instead I pop open my shitty umbrella and take the short walk to Starbucks where I chug down a mocha and slap post it notes in spots in my women’s history books. I also write seven pages of my screenplay that I do not feel great about.

12:00 PM: When I leave Starbucks it’s raining harder than before. I feel like I’m walking through a swamp or something. I decide once I get back to my room to not leave until the rain stops. Instead, I hang up my soaking wet clothes and do some yoga while listening to bad Christmas music. 

2:00 PM: After yoga and a shower, I finally sit down to do some reading. My goal is to finish His Hideous Heart. I have about 75 pages left and I know I can speed through them. I’m also thinking I’ll maybe start These Witches Don’t Burn, if I have the motivation.

3:00 PM: Reader, I do not have the motivation. I finish His Hideous Heart, which means I’m going to give every story a star rating, just for you. 

She Rode a Horse of Fire (based on Metzengerstein) by Kendare Blake: ⅗ ☆

Its Carnival (based on The Cask of Amontillado by Tiffany D. Jackson : 3.5/5 ☆

Night-Tide (based on Annabel Lee) by Tessa Gratton: 4.5/5 ☆

The Glittering Death (based on The Pit and the Pendulum) by Caleb Roehrig : 2.5/5 ☆

A Drop of Stolen Ink (based on The Purloined Letter) by Emily Llyod-Jones : ⅘ ☆

Happy Days, Sweetheart (based on The Tell-Tale Heart) by Stephanie Keun : ⅗ ☆

The Raven (Remix) by amanda lovelace : 2.5/5 ☆

Changeling (based on Hop-Frog) by Marieke Nijkamp : ⅘ ☆

The Oval Filter (based on The Oval Portrait by Lamar Giles: ⅗ ☆

Red (based on The Masque of the Red Death) by Hillary Monahan: 2.5/5 ☆

Lygia (based on Ligeia) by Dahlia Adler: ⅘ ☆

The Fall of the Bank of Usher (based on The Fall of the House of Usher) by Fran Wilde: ⅘ ☆

The Murders in Rue Apartelle, Boracay (based on The Murders in the Rue Morgue) by Rin Chupeco: 5/5 ☆

So there’s all that! I really do not feel like reading, so I color and watch Youtube instead. Thrilling, I know.

8:30 PM: I finally, finally start These Witches Don’t Burn! It’s probably the last thing I’ll read before the end of these blogs, and I definitely won’t finish, so let’s just end this now. 

I’ve read nine books this month, so far. You’ve heard my thoughts on most of them, so I’m just going to tell you my favorite and least favorite. My favorite was absolutely Lock Every Door by Riley Sagar. I have never gasped so loudly in my life. This book had me clutching my pearls. I also really loved The Okay Witch by Emma Steinkellner. I guess my least favorite was The Lady Rogue by Jenn Bennett, which hurts to say. I don’t want to say His Hideous Heart because I am unfamiliar with Poe, and also because my feelings on each story are wildly different. Anyway,I still gave The Lady Rogue a 3.5/5! It’s just that compared to everything else I read, it wasn’t very memorable. That being said, I still recommend all of Jenn Bennett’s young adult contemporary novels.  And I recommend almost all the spooky books I read this October! It’s been a great month. 

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  Boo! Bitch Blogs #4 (a.k.a The Finale) Friday 9:30 AM: Good morning and welcome to my last spooky reading blog. This weekend, I have three major reading goals.

Hayley Marshall, Home Wrecker

So, I really hate what TO has done so far this season. Elijah, Klaus, and Freya are pretty much completely different characters, and Kol and Rebekah are being pushed aside for Haylijah moments (😷). All of that plus the Cami shit is annoying the hell out of me. So, I changed canon a little bit here to fix that.

The only change is that whenever Klaus had the blade in him, he was in the dream world with the others. Then, the twins magicked Caroline (spirit but not body, I guess?) into the dream world and they spent time together. Most TVD and TO canon is ignored or not brought up.

Klaus isn’t in this much (neither are the twins or Hope), but that’s because this is mostly about Caroline and Hayley. Also, words like ‘slut’ and 'bitch’ are used in this, because those are words the characters have used before. I do not condone saying them to people IRL.

Title is because I feel like Hayley is trying to break up the family. Maybe that’s just me….

Hayley’s head popped up, suspicious. She was the only one in the house, and she was pretty sure watching TV downstairs didn’t make a rustling noise upstairs.

She crept upstairs, finding that the noise was coming from Klaus’ room. The door was open just a crack, which was already a warning sign. Absolutely no one was allowed in Klaus’ room, except Hope. He never left his door open, especially if he wasn’t going to be home.

She peered in, tensed and ready to fight.

She jumped about three feet in the air when she saw an eye looking right back.

“What the hell!”

The door swung open, revealing, of all people, Caroline Forbes. She had a henley in one hand, the other being used to flip her hair. She pursed her lips,“Hayley, what a…pleasure to see you again. If you could stop peeping, that would be great.”

She spun around, not waiting for Hayley to say anything.

Hayley looked in again, seeing that the closet had been upheaved. The one time she’d seen it, it had only been a little over half-full. But now, it was almost completely full, the other half being filled by clothes only Caroline would wear. Dresses, light colors…. They didn’t belong in the dark corner that was Klaus’ closet. That didn’t stop Caroline from moving back over and opening a drawer of Klaus’ dresser.

Stupidly, she said, “this is Klaus’ room.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, folding the henley and laying it down gently on a lighter colored one. “Yeah, I know.”

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“This room or this house?” There was that glare Hayley hated.

This state, she wanted to say. “This house. It’s the Mikaelson’s, and no non-Mikaelsons are allowed to live here.” That was what Elijah said, anyway. She tended to agree with him. “We’re a family; no outsiders allowed.”

Caroline’s scowl turned into a smirk, one that was eerily reminiscent of Kol’s. “See, that’s funny. I’m almost positive that you aren’t a Mikaelson. So what are you doing here?”

Hayley flushed, wishing Elijah were there to defend her again. He could always think up insults on the spot, whereas she couldn’t. “I am a Mikaelson. I don’t know if you noticed, but I gave birth to one a couple years back.” That made her more family than, god, Freya, Finn, Kol…. At least she’d spent the last seven years with the family, staying when she could have been running off or dying like they were.

“Yeah? Well, I have one better than you.” Better what? Her little twins? She had to be crazy to think some little soul suckers were better than Hope Mikaelson. Caroline laughed, seeming to know exactly what Hayley was thinking. She lifted a hand (her left; non-dominant), showing off … a ring. She would think it was must a daylight ring, except for the fact that it was a diamond ring. “I’m going to be Caroline Mikaelson pretty soon. Has Elijah proposed to you, yet?”

Hayley glared, tempted to punch a hole through the vampire’s head. It was obvious Caroline knew the answer and was just jerking her chain. “No.”

“Yeah, I thought not. He’s still in love with Katherine Pierce, you know. Did you ever meet her? She was the doppelganger before Elena – I’m sure you know what she looks like. You could be fraternal twins, really. He must have a type….”

Caroline’s smile was wicked. She went back to folding, not sparing Hayley another look. That infuriating little twist of her lips didn’t leave, though.

“You know, Klaus had a type, too. He liked girls he could use and manipulate until I came along,” she said conversationally. “A lot of vampires are like that, but you wouldn’t know, would you. You aren’t a vampire, not really.”

Hayley didn’t like that implication. That she didn’t belong with Klaus or Elijah, just because she wasn’t like them. She threw out the first thing she could think of. “You’re right, I’m not. My daughter made me a hybrid, which is a whole hell of a lot better than being some bloodsucker, anyway.”

Caroline finally looked at her. “Listen, Hayley, I have nothing against Hope. She’s precious, and has somehow managed to not get any of Klaus’ bad qualities. She seriously lucked out there. But you are a different story. To me, you’re some wereslut who’s using the Mikaelson’s for your own personal gain. Or protection. I don’t really care what your motive is, I just know you have one. You always do.”

She growled, stepping closer. This little….

Caroline was just amused; she started folding lingerie, unembarrassed. “Go ahead and bite me. Klaus won’t be gone long enough that he can’t save me. He’s just a text away. But back to what I was saying. My little pet theory is that you’re trying to turn either Klaus or Elijah against the rest of the siblings. Klaus with Hope, Elijah with…that,” she waved a hand and gestured to Hayley’s whole body. “Or maybe you want Klaus back? He’s great in the sack, so I don’t blame you. Also, he’s your baby daddy. My baby daddy is super gross, so I can’t relate there, but the other part, caught between two guys, yeah, I get that.”

Hayley couldn’t think of anything to say (except deny, deny, deny), so she blurted, “where are the twins, anyway?”

“With their dad.” Caroline laughed, “didn’t you hear? I’m Persephone – I ate some seeds and now I have to be with Klaus six months out of the year.” She seemed to think it was hilarious, as she stopped her meticulous folding just to laugh.

Hayley glowered, turning on a heel. There was nothing else to say, except childishly make fun of Caroline’s gross cackling.

She was sorely tempted to sic Kol on this bitch. Or Freya… god knew the oldest Mikaelson was cold and cruel in her best moments.

She was just going to call when the door opened, startling her. Great, now Caroline was distracting her so much, she couldn’t hear a car pull up. Speaking of, how did Caroline get in without her noticing?

Kol stepped in and closed the door, cutting her thoughts short. Thank god it was him and not the others. No way would Klaus be okay with Hope seeing what she wanted done.

He saw her and gave a small, distant smile. He tolerated her, and it was pretty obvious. “Hello, Hayley.”

“Hey, Kol. I was wondering, could I ask you for a quick favor?” She made herself seem open and friendly, even though it would probably only arouse suspicion in Kol. Their dynamic was bland at best, hostile at worst.

“Uh, okay. What is it? Does it have to be me or could Nik do it?”

“Klaus went out with Hope and the others while you were gone, and I need it now, so yeah, it has to be you.”

He sighed, shrugging off his coat. “Alright. What is it?”

She beckoned him to the kitchen, where she lit a bowl of sage. “There’s an intruder in the house.”

Instantly, he tensed, standing taller, eyes narrowing. “How dangerous is this intruder and why are they here?” She knew what she was thinking – he didn’t want to go up against a vampire with venom on their fangs. As he’d said many times, he had died twice before and wasn’t interested in a third round with the afterlife.

“I don’t know why she’s here, but you don’t need to worry about danger.” She rolled her eyes. “Her fangs are just vampire ones, no venom or anything. And she’s kind of an idiot, so she won’t be pulling a fast one on you any time soon.”

Kol’s face twisted into an annoyed expression. “Then why didn’t you just get this intruder yourself?”

“I don’t want Hope to see me or evidence of me hurting someone like that,” she countered, voice soft. All of the Mikaelson boys fell for that. Hope + small, soft voice = wrapped around her little finger.

He licked his lips, crossed his arms, “fine. Where is she?” Score, she thought, forcing a smile down.

“Upstairs in Klaus’ room.”

His bushy eyebrows shot up, just as surprised as she was. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

He snorted. “Okay, well, let’s go.”

They went up the steps silently, Kol a step and a half ahead of her. The door was still open, revealing Caroline rearranging the jewelry box on the dresser. She was humming some song under her breath, and didn’t seem to realize they were there. God, it was going to be great to see Kol rip her head off.

Kol, who had been crouched low, stood at the sight. Caroline jumped, twisting towards the sound Kol’s shoes made.

She hissed, “what are you doing?” They both ignored her, though.

“Well hello, Caroline! I never thought I’d see Nik’s challenge again.” He stepped into the room and into the vampire’s space. They hugged, which shocked Hayley more than anything before ever had. Except maybe finding out about Hope and her real history, that was.

Caroline smiled, evidently happy to see him. “Hi, Kol! I didn’t hear you come up. Are you feeling better?”

“Much. I’ve had lots of blood to help with that. You know, there’s so many easy targets here. I know you don’t approve, but it’s so delicious, darling. There’s someone on every corner. Are you sure you don’t want go for a quick bite?”

Caroline slapped Kol’s chest – and Hayley’s thoughts spit, maybe she’s the one who’s trying to manipulate the Mikaelsons, since she can’t keep her hands off of him – with a laugh. “You know I only drink from bags.”

“Yes, yes, B+, I know.” Suddenly, he turned towards her, and called, “Hayley, I thought you said there was an intruder here.”

“There is,” she snapped, fed up with all this bullshit. Caroline Forbes had no place with the Original family, not like she did. “She isn’t supposed to be here. She doesn’t belong here.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – or no, I didn’t say it, but I implied it – this is my room. Klaus gave me half the closet and dresser. I even get seventy-five percent of the bed. We put all of this into our marriage contract,” she teased. Kol chuckled at her side. “So, yeah, I do belong here. Take it up with Klaus if you have to.” She rolled her eyes. “Kol and I have some catching up to do, so if you could, like, shoo, or something? That would be great, thanks.”

And then the door was slamming in her face, followed closely by a chortle from Kol.

She growled, and went back downstairs. To Klaus, she texted, your psycho bitch is here.

He didn’t text back, or even look at the text. “Fine,” she said to herself. She texted Elijah next, saying, come home now. Intruder. Kol is locked in a room, I can’t get to him. Playing on his familial feelings was a sure thing. It was nice to have some reassurance, some stability.

It didn’t take five minutes before the door was being kicked open, and Elijah was flying up the stairs, Rebekah and Klaus right behind him. A car came up the driveway, revealing Hope and Freya.

Shit. She forgot Hope would be there to see the inevitable blow out the Mikaelsons were famous for.

“Caroline is not an intruder!” Rebekah screeched, sweeping downstairs again. Her eyes flashed angrily. “I don’t know what made you think she was, but she is not. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know why you’re defending her when she was here, making fun of you not even ten minutes ago.” Okay, yeah, it was a lie. But Rebekah was sensitive, and didn’t take kindly to being talked about behind her back, so she wouldn’t check for the truth before killing Caroline.

Hope and Freya stepped in then, quickly followed by the others flashing down to circle around Hayley. Hope was left by the door, sniffling, so Freya could circle up, too.

The only one who moved to comfort her was…Caroline. Dammit. It’s not like Hayley could do anything, with Kol gnashing his fangs on one side and Klaus glaring on the other. Even Elijah looked pissed.

“Hayley, Caroline is not a threat,” he said, voice even and calm.

“Certainly not an intruder!” Klaus exploded, not calm at all. “She is my guest, just as much as you are.”

(She noticed that Caroline took Hope to the kitchen, where the sage was still burning. Caroline was a bitch, but at least she was keeping Hope away from this.)

Hayley glared and crossed her arms. “I’m not a guest. I live here.”

“Yes, you do. But you live here as a guest. This is Mikaelson family property, and you aren’t one of us.”

Elijah interrupted, “Niklaus!”

“Shut up, Elijah, I agree with him completely,” Freya said, voice dripping with disdain. “I think we all do except for you, Elijah.”

Kol nodded; Rebekah hissed, “just because you gave us Hope does not make you an Original or even an Original adjacent. It just means you spread your legs for Nik and – “

Elijah, vamped out, sprung at his sister, attacking her. Kol pushed himself in between them, catching a forearm tightly and twisting.

They flashed fang at each other, ready to go for the jugulars.

“Stop!” Rebekah yelled, pulling at Kol. Klaus jerked Elijah back by a hand on his shoulder, separating the brothers.

“That’s enough! Both of you need to stop right now,” Freya commanded.

Kol glared, not looking away from Elijah. “Why should I when he was going to attack Bekah over the little tramp who – “

“Shut up!” They all turned to Caroline, sans Hope. “Look, one of you needs to calm the hell down and go comfort her. I vote Klaus.”

“Why me?” He demanded, though his voice was very different than when he demanded things of Hayley.

“Because I want to bitch out your one night stand.”

Klaus sighed and left, but not before pressing a kiss to Caroline’s cheek.

Ugh.

She made sure Caroline saw her eyeroll.

“I thought he was in love with that other blonde,” she threw out.

“I’m not going to speak on his feelings about her, mostly because I don’t want to, but also because they’re his to talk about. What I am going to say is that when Papa Tunde’s blade was in him, he was in the dream world with his siblings. Do you know who else was there? Me.”

“How,” she spit, not really caring. If Caroline kept talking, she wouldn’t be attacking, though, which was the most important thing. If she attacked, Hayley was sure Kol and Rebekah would pounce, too. They both seemed to like her much more than they did Hayley, and together, they could overpower Elijah.

“My daughters learned how to project someone into a dream,” she drawled, stepping closer. Kol and Rebekah instantly stood on either side of her. “Hey Freya, Elijah,” she said with a little wave. Freya smiled back, while Elijah just stared. “Anyway, while I was there, I assimilated myself. I became friends with all of them, even Elijah over there. Then Klaus proposed and told me where I could find a ring in real life. I came here to see him for the first time in about a year, and here you are, ruining it. Why am I not surprised?”

“Because Hayley ruins everything she touches,” Rebekah bit out, raising a fist.

Hayley’s eyebrow quirked, even as she got into a defensive position (ignoring Kol’s grin, the douche). Did she really think Elijah wouldn’t get pissed at her for punching the one who saved them all? Really?

Turned out, she did. Turned out, Rebekah’s punches hurt more than a kick to the diaphragm.

Shit.

Alpha Omega

Okay so I figured I try my hand a Klaroline Fic. Caroline is a werewolf and Klaus a hybrid. This is set in a Alt universe where all the supernatural live with humans. This is my first fic so pardon my novice skills and any typos etc.

Alpha Omega

Chapter 1- Grand Entrances and Exits

There were murmurs and a rumble of the crowds that surrounded her. She hated being here so close to all those in the pack. Not that it was her pack. She was a omega, a loner wolf chick no one wanted. Caroline crossed her arms and leaned her head against that wall in the town hall. She was only here out of respect for Tyler as the pack Alpha since he so kindly allowed her stay within the territory safe and protected so long as she didn't bother or cause problems with other packs or pack members in Mystic Falls.

She huffed annoyed. She had been waiting for over an hour for whatever this “meeting of important business” was. Feeling thoroughly exasperated she was ready to leave when the room went to a dead silence. She attempted to peer over the crowds, bobbing her head left to right while on her tip toes to see what caused practically the entire town of Mystic Falls to shut up.

She caught a glance at Tyler and eyed him to the top of the town steps with 3 men in tow. The first  man was poised and graceful he moved agility through the crowds in his perfectly tailored suit. There was a air of refinement that surrounded him. Next was a younger man, his hair slightly unruly and wild. He almost seemed to skip up the steps with a playful and jovial swagger that was only encompassed by his devilish grin. The cat has definitely got the canary with that one. Lastly was the 3rd brother. He could only be defined as possibly the male version of the madonna. Even through his perfectly cut suit you could see that he was clearly well built with broad shoulders and his soft blonde curls framed his face perfectly. There was a prowlers about him that made Caroline uneasy.

“Alright everyone, I’m sure you all are wondering why I have gathered all you of you here on pack business, even those who are not actually apart of the pack. I think its important you all are here , as this effects everyone in my territory regardless of species. As some of you may have heard some rumors on the gossip about a new pack sweeping the nation and gobbling up territory in their wake.”  The crowd began to flutter. Tyler paused titled his head slightly, allowing the crowd to settle down then taking a deep breath in before continuing. “Well that very pack is here today as a honorary guest and I have gathered you here to listen to their proposal. Now, please reserve your judgement until after they have finished speaking.’ Tyler turned to the three men and gesturing for them to take the floor. The poised man steps forward.

“Good evening everyone, My name is Elijah Milkaelson. With me tonight is my brother Kol and Niklaus.“ he gestures to his right and then left respectively.  “ Today I am here to offer you , especially those of werewolf decent the honor of joining my brother Nikalaus pack.” The madonna stiffened , lifting his chin with the air of superiority as the room began again to flutter.

Caroline’s eye brows shot up. She blinks a few times to ensure she isn’t dreaming. What is Tyler doing? Is he insane? Tyler is the Alpha and he is just giving away is pack. Holy Shit.

“Settle down please, allow me to explain further. Tyler will still be your local Alpha, however, he has decided to submit to Nikalaus as head Alpha. We the Mikaelson pack are here to unite and expand our territory. I feel I should explain further. You see Niklaus is a hybrid. He is half man, half wolf and half vampire. We are the original Vampires every made as some of you may already know. It is our goal to unite all races and lands to ensure peace among our people. “

A what? Caroline thought. How is that possible she thought? She looks around the room that has simply burst into a complete mad house. People were shouting questions and speaking among themselves. The originals were like royalty and known to be the first, oldest and ruthless vampires that ever lived. Well guess it is time to leave this mad house. This didn't apply to her at all. She was not part of the pack and had no intentions of ever being part of a pack. Not after..

She shook her head she didn't want to think about that now. And with that she pushed herself off the wall and shifted through the crowds to the exit. It was only then she became aware off all the guards. The entire town hall was encircled by them. She paused tentatively as one caught her gaze. No she resolved herself to get out of this shit show. She continued forward but the blonde hair and blue eyed man grabbed her arm. He was as cold as ice. A vampire. Easy enough to handle.

“Where do you think your going?” Said the man. “Um it does appear that I was leaving. I heard all I care to hear.” said Caroline. “You can not leave until they are finished Alphas orders. “ he said. “Not my Alpha.” said Caroline as she flipped her golden locks. He grabbed her arm again and squeezed harder this time. He soft skin becoming bruised. She kneed him the balls. “Hands off asshole” she yelled. This gathered some of the attention from the slowly quieting crowd. Tyler on the stage slapped his face when he saw Caroline. The smack caught the attention of the younger Mikaleson siblings who drew his eyes to the small scene at the back of crowd. “Whats this?” said Kol.

And now the entire room was now staring at Caroline. Insane. Why does this always happen to me. Her cheeks flushed a bit at the eyes staring at her. She looked to Tyler who eyes brows had shot straight from his head.  But Caroline, was not behold to anyone so sticking her chin up and pointing straight to the man who grabbed her arm.

“I was leaving and this man seems to think he has a say over wether I do or don’t” Kol titled his head. At this point the entire crowd and all the Mikalesons attention was focused on  Caroline. “Well we aren’t done here yet, darling “ said Kol in a devious voice as he drew nearer to her. His jovial step causing the crowds to part. Elijah and Klaus stood stoic on the stage. “Well I have heard enough.” said Caroline. Elijah raised an eyebrow. “Intriguing, I have barely begun to explain, Miss…?” said Elijah “Caroline, and yes you have said quite enough. Same song and dance. You can put as many hats on and dress it up to as you want. But it is the essentially a very old pitch I have heard before…. you here to take over Tyler's pack and he,” she points to Klaus. “ is the new Alpha dog. I respectfully decline.” she sighed annoyed with this conversation. She did not want to be some omega groupie wolf to a bunch of vampires and hybrids whatever that is. She has seen what happens to omegas who are outed. No she was fine on her own. Trusting a “pack” isn't going to be for her, not ever again. Klaus smirked his ego slightly inflated. There was fire there, here is this little blonde bouncy ball of fire essentially telling his pragmatic brother to take his offer and shove it. It was delightful. Klaus brings his fingers to his lips and then Klaus opened his mouth to speak but before he could Kol interjected.

“Well you should at least listen and allow us to finish our pitch.. Its very rude and disrespectful.” Kol said. His eyes narrowing and menacing. He was closer to her now just a few feet away. “Like I said thanks, but no thanks, respectively. I won’t be going to your little club.” She said as she turned to leave. Kol arm grabbed hers as he laughed “Our club. Do you hear that brothers? She thinks its a club. I wonder if there free drinks or perhaps ladies night” His gripped tightened on hers wrist. Her faced never betrayed the pain.

“Now Kol , please settle down. Allow the girl to go , we must get back to business.” Sighed Elijah. He could see the danger the poor girl was in even if she did not. She had stuck a cord in Kol. He was very sensitive to disrespect. “No , it was very rude of her. She must apologize.” Said Kol squeezing her wrist further. His boney icy hands digging further causing her to wince. She jerked her arm. “I don’t have anything to apologize for. I already told you I respectfully decline. Now let go of me.” She squinted at him. Klaus titled his head back. Here his brother goes again. There like mice to him. This is going to be Buffalo all over again. Kol, while light hearted is essentially a psychopath. Once angered he goes until he sees blood. What a pity she seems quite lovely. “No, not until you apologize to my brother.” Said Kol. “Just apologize Care. Why do you have to be so difficult.” said Tyler from the stage. “Ah so she is one of yours “ said Kol. “Kol enough please we have things to do. We do not have time for your childish games. Let the girl go. I am sure she meant no grievous  harm.  She obviously is a challenging wolf in his pack.” Elijah gestured to Tyler. Klaus was bemused. Here his brother again is playing peacemaker. As if anyone could control Kol. Alpha be dammed. Thats what I have my lovely daggers for. “She isn’t in my pack. She a loner wolf. I allow her to stay on my lands as respect for her family.” said Tyler. He had to say it. Or else be held responsible for her actions. She knew this but it hurt to here it from him. Not his problem. “Oh well then she is free game …” said Kol…. Well shit, She knew that look. She always came prepared for a fight . This is going to suck she thought. He is a original and far stronger than a normal vampire. She going to have to fight dirty. “Last time take your hands off of me. I would like to leave now.” said Caroline. Klaus raised his eyebrows. She was vary brazen indeed. Demanding. That was a bold move. She must be crazy. Maybe she spent to long on her own. Because she was actually challenging my. brother. He sighed, now he was going to have to save her from him, lest his brother cause another scandal. We are suppose to be gaining there trust to expand not destroy it with fear. Klaus began to walk down the steps poised to stop a potential Kol tanturm. “ Fine, have it your way. I warned you.” She said. “Oh really da—“ he didn't even finish his sentence before he was gurgling words. In one fell swoop Caroline twisted her wrist out his hands and from her right bracelet unwound a vervain soaked chain and latch around his neck in a choke hold. You could hear his skin sizzling. “You were saying?” she said. Klaus laughed and roared. “ Well brother it seems you have been outsmarted by a loner.’ Caroline eyes met his . A flash of lightening hit her stomach. She looked away back to the task at hand. “ Now as I was saying. I am leaving. Thanks for the pitch.” She releases Kol who is double over cough on the floor as she whips around a bounce in her step as she leaves. What fire… murmured Klaus as he watched the blonde wolf leave.

(OH NO I’m gonna miss you Queen ;-; hope you’ll have a good week, though! And looking forward to talking again when you get your laptop back <3)

I’m totally over my Hamilton obsession. It’s a fandom of the past for me now. I’m not going to finish those lyrics. You can’t tempt me with something as simple as that. I’ve actually forgotten the next lines-

I WROTE SOME NOTES AT THE BEGINNING OF A SONG SOMEONE WILL SING FOR ME

AMERICA, YOU GREAT, UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, YOU SENT FOR ME!

YOU LET ME MAKE A DIFFERENCE, A PLACE WHERE EVEN ORPHAN IMMIGRANTS CAN LEAVE THEIR FINGERPRINTS AND RISE UP

(so in case you couldn’t tell, me having left the Hamilton fandom was a blatant lie and my tongue is now turning black)

The Queen couldn’t possibly have been a brat. I bet you were the sweetest kid ever :D

See, the thing is, when my sister gets whiny she can be really irritating.

Like, insisting that she’s only played a ‘tiny bit’ when she’s been at the playground for at least three hours now and it’s time to go home and have a late dinner, then continuing to complain about it the whole car ride home (“Evans is mean. Mom is mean. Daddy is mean…”) then refuses to get out of the car when there are other cars behind us (then she whines about how everybody was ‘dragging’ her out of the car when she was trying to put her shoes on), drags her feet as we go into the apartment, says she’s not going to eat dinner…like, not anything too big (most of the time, at least) but really annoying stuff.

And then sometimes it’s like the whole 'I’m not touching you *finger hovers centimeters away from other person’s skin*’ thing. When she’s really mad at me she’ll make motions like she’s going to punch/slap/pinch me and then when I ask her to stop (“hitting people isn’t nice!”) she’s like “I didn’t hit you though! Evans is being mean” and sometimes she starts to cry…OTL )

Evans + smol children:

Kid 1: “PLAY WITH US EVANS” *clings to my hand*

Evans: “-um-”

Kid 2: “Please?” *grabs my leg*

Evans: “I really need to-”

Kid 3: “Pretty please? You’re the best at tag and Monster games!” *hugs and refuses to let go* *puppy dog face*

Evans: “…how can I say no to this…”

*five minutes later*

Evans: “I know I shouldn’t back out of this but please hear me out I’m DESPERATE*

oh dear XD people don’t really bother to close their mouths over here, I think, since if you don’t think it’s rude then it IS more comfortable. It is considered more polite to cover your mouth with your hand when there’s too much food in there, though.

My parents really want to know why I love manga so much, but they don’t usually have time to watch/read anything with me (and besides, my dad doen't like violent stories so…).

Well, she doesn’t like the Rising Sun Flag at all (like I said, over here it’s a really bad symbol. Many people who were hurt by Japan during WW2 are still alive today, like the old ladies who were once sex slaves for Japanese soldiers, and for everyone involved that pain is never going to fade) but she’s still going to try it out just for the story :) she’d probably really have a problem with it if the flag was used in more serious situations, but since it usually appears in comedic moments in the manga I think she’s accepting it as ignorance(?) from the creator.

Yeah, I don’t really like Kissanime ^^;; I’ll try to find Re:Zero on the Korean site where I usually watch things. Or maybe a manga/light novel version, if there’s anything like that? Since the Manhwa Cafe might have a light novel or a manga.

LOL Fairytail is too intimidating. And you know me, I’m too angsty for that series XD True though, HxH is super long…

Killua isn’t QUITE a cinnamon roll (he was still raised by the Zoldycks and trained by Illumi) but he comes close. I mean, even after going through a hellish Zoldyck childhood he STILL doesn’t want to be an assassin and is capable of kindness and emotion towards people who aren’t members of his family. The MC Gon is probably the ultimate cinnamon roll though.

Illumi has issues. The fact that he willingly hangs out with Hisoka should prove that.

The Zoldycks are a BRUTAL family, ok, I feel sorry for all their children. Like, come on. The emotional abuse is just as bad, if not worse, than the physical abuse.

Idk if this was ever addressed in canon, though, but I wonder if Illumi also resents Killua in a way? Since Illumi is the oldest child and was trained since birth to become a perfect Zoldyck assassin, but when Killua was born it quickly became obvious that he was a prodigy and then he was chosen as the heir. Kilua doesn’t even WANT to be the heir, he stabbed his mother and one of his other brothers just to run away from home, and yet he’s still being chosen over Illumi, who was trained for a similar role since birth and just had to silently, obediently step side the moment this tiny baby brother was born.

True, I guess it’s like me shipping Queen Luna with so many characters LOL. Evans/Kimblee is still one of the weirder ships though, like what do we even have in common (answer: ruining lives. And we both….appreciate….art?). At least Scar/Evans had the potential to be awkwardly cute XD

(TYSM though Queen, you’re too kind to me <3)

What have we done now I’m imagining that fight between Kimblee and Ed, where Ed thought he won but Kimblee revealed he had another Philosopher’s Stone- but instead of the stone, it’s

Kimblee: *pulls ball out of pocket* PRIDE! I CHOOSE YOU!

(Imagine Pride making the Pokemon noises though)

I relate to that too. Probably going to relate to it even more when college starts in September(?)…;-;

BUT WHAT IF WE END UP TRIPLE-JINXING IT (idk what I’m even saying now)

I guess it’s just me and my fondness for mix-and-matching colors XD I get bored looking at something with too much of just one color so I like throwing in other colors too…I might get carried away with it sometimes though lol.

TYSM AGAIN. QUEEN LUNA IS TOO NICE FOR ME TOO HANDLE GAH

I’m really glad you liked the Olivier one though ^^

…wow. That was an amazing dream XD Weirdly enough I’ve never had a dream about a celebrity even with all of my fandoms (I did once have a dream involving a few K-pop idols but I can’t clearly remember if they were actually real idols or just characters created in my mind lol).

Don’t worry, Loki will distract you from the lack of long blonde hair with his fabulousness (once again, idek what I’m saying)

Hope you had a good time watching it :D (I’m personally not into Sherlock anymore, though ^^;; the sexist/homophobic stuff was just too much so I dropped it)

Also:

TG’S NEW CHAPTER WE FINALLY KNOW WHO CREATED THE CLOWNS OMG

CLOWN BOSS, CREATOR OF TRAGEDY

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS COMING

ALSO SHIKORAE=RIO 100% CONFIRMED NOW

SMOL BANDAGED ETO AND TATARA IN A FLASHBACK

ROMA I HATE YOU (SHE’S AMAZING)

MENTION OF THE ORIGINAL ONE-EYED KING

KUROIWA’S GONNA DIE

IF YOMO DIES- I CAN’T EVEN. He’ll be dying at the hands of the chacter I just don’t care about anymore (Mutsuki) for one of my not-so-favorite characters (Touka). NO.

And I watched S1 of One Punch Man on a react channel. I’m obsessed and now I’ve got to read the manga HELP ME

And I finally found real watercolor paper, I can’t wait to paint on it :D

Also, sorry for not sending any asks ;-; i got discouraged because asks get eaten so easily (plus I had so much to say lol)

FINALLY PLAYING CP! I didn’t get Steam though (after reading about it and thinking it through I just don’t think it’s for me ^^;;) so I ended up downloading it. I’ve played all the routes except for Waltz’s, but I’ve only gotten the Good Endings so far. (There’s actually a reason for this: Firstly, I was actively trying to get a good ending because I get weirdly obsessed when playing dating games…since it’s a romance, it feels like a major fail if I don’t get a good ending XD (I know, I’m really weird). And as for the second reason…you usually have to act like a jerk to other characters to get the bad endings and I didn’t want to do that ;-; (seriously, I know they’re just fictional characters and that it’s silly, but I HATE it every time I choose to do something mean and they look at me like they’re so disappointed ugh OTL)).

My thoughts so far:

-Art is amazing! It does look a little off at some points during the game but it’s not very noticeable and other than that, it’s great. The intro looks the best, I think, and the sketchy, simple style used during flashbacks really adds to the ‘fairy tale’ feel. It actually reminds me a bit of Kuro’s art.

-Idk about music, my family’s always around and having my earbuds in for so long hurts my ears so I just turned off the sound while playing ^^;; I did hear a bit of the intro though and it sounded nice.

-I like the history with the Great War and the crystals :)

-The whole concept of Fairytale Curses is really interesting! It was fun to try and guess how the curses worked for certain characters and how they could be broken.

-Rod’s route was probably the most boring because it was too predictable. I guessed that Alcaster(? is that his name? I’m talking about Fritz’s father) wasn’t the real villain, that Mythros was the witch, that MC’s mom was probably a witch, that Rod was in love with Viorica and that Viorica had something to do with his curse, that falling in love with MC would break his curse…yeah. The only thing I didn’t see coming was that MC’s mom was not just a normal witch but the Tenebrarum bearer. However, it was still interesting enough to make me want to play the rest of the game, the romance was cute, and I liked how they handled the whole ‘step-siblings’ thing.

-Rod himself was a bit boring. I don’t think he was badly written, but his personality was a mix of the typical 'stoic’ and 'tsundere’ types so yeah. I do have to give the writers kudos for not turning him into an annoying tsundere, though. I mean, Rod can be a jerk but he didn’t irritate me and I didn’t dislike him.

-Karma/Klaude’s route threw me off because of the whole rose motif. I thought that by 'Beauty’ he meant 'Sleeping Beauty Curse’ XD it didn’t help that he kept talking about being tired and not having had enough sleep.

-I liked his habit of calling people 'darling’; idk why but it’s cute. I also like that he’s the only character so far to actually address MC’s relationship with her mother and what it must have done to her (even if it was just a brief moment). Karma’s personality in general was charming ^^

-I also really, really liked his character design! Even though my favorite color is blue I think characters with a 'Red’ theme (like Grell from Kuro) always look good. It makes them pop and stand out from the rest of the cast.

-But I’m sad we didn’t get to meet his father. The glorious man who calls his children 'Karma’ and 'Llama’.

-I was also a little bit disappointed with Karma at first. From the art I saw before the game I thought he was this cool, powerful swordsman who liked to wear dresses and didn’t care what people had to say about that…turns out he just had to do it because of the curse ;-;

-(Karma’s curse was also a bit confusing to me. Idk, I just think they could have explained a little better why dressing as a woman helps…)

-Rumpel (or rather, Chevalier…but I’m never going to get used to that name. It reminds me of 'Chivalry’ or 'Chandelier’). People don’t seem to like him a lot but I was looking forward to playing his route…he just seemed like a fun guy.

-He turned out to be a very interesting character that I wanted to see fleshed out more. I mean, he started as a 'Shallow, Childish Flirt’ type character, then we found out he’s actually a nice guy, then we found out he’s a DOCTOR (I got spoiled for that before I played his route but still), then there’s the thing with him being too selfless for his own good…I like that they didn’t just turn him into a 'Playboy’ character.

-Tbh I thought he was sweet? *prepares for the hate*

-Also think the whole thing with Bria was handled well. I’m glad that neither she nor Rumpel was made out to be the only victim.

-I wish we got to see more of how Mythros’ death affected Rumpel, though.

-Fritz is a cinnamon roll :) a total sweetheart.

-His route might have been a bit boring, though, because MC spent so much time locked up in the castle..but it got a lot better towards the end, after MC got back to the Marchen.

-I also found Varg really interesting and felt a bit sorry for him. Wish we got to see more of him- especially since it was mentioned that he was created from some part of Fritz’s personality. We never really got to see the 'Varg’ side of Fritz :(

-(wonder if there’s more Varg in the Bad Ending?)

-Also I’m sorry but Fritz’s curse reminds me more of Jekyll and Hyde than Little Red Riding Hood XD

-DELORA YOU ABSOLUTE QUEEN. HOW DARE YOU GO AND DIE ON ME DURING FRITZ’S ROUTE. I THOUGHT I WAS AIMING FOR THE HAPPY ENDING asdlfk;lkc

-(didn’t really care for the mother-daughter relationship with Delora and MC, though, because their interactions didn’t feel that way?)

-MC. I haaaated her at first and I hated her even more because I sensed she was going to get an angsty backstory that would justify her behavior. But she was actually really well written and I ended up liking her a lot!

-Emelaigne and Parfait are sweethearts. (also I like that detail with the shadows around Parfait’s eyes)

-wish there was some more diversity in the cast

-Also female love interests! With a little tweaking we could have Delora! Parfait! Jurien! And if we can date Rod, THEN THERE’S NO HECKING REASON WHY WE CAN’T DATE EMELAIGNE TOO

-It would have been nice if the love interests called MC out on her behavior at some point. I mean, we know why she acts that way but they don’t.

-And if they’d talked about her childhood with her…Hildyr was a terrible mother.

-Speaking of Hildyr, wow. Just, wow. I like that she’s not a flat, 100% evil character and that she does genuinely love her daughter (in her own twisted way), but…yeah.

-Mythros is a slimy rat who was probably aiming for Magnificent Bastard status and failed. (I do feel sorry for him, though. And his design looks good. It sorta reminds me of Vincent Phantomhive)

-Also, random: I renamed MC ever time I played the game. I love naming characters so in any game, if you can rename the MC, I always have to change the original name ^^;; I ended up naming her Theodosia once (sorry Burr, I’m sure your daughter’s nicer than the MC), and then Eliza just for how funny it was (because now I associate the name Eliza with Cinnamon Roll Queens and the MC is anything but).

-Delora, MC and Emelaigne are probably my favs. However…

-The Ultimate Fav is the one and only Mr. Broom. Such development. Much complexity. 10/10. Best character ever.

-And now, the characters I ship Queen Luna with (yes, I absolutely HAVE to do this with every one of our shared fandoms): Fritz and Karma :D it would be so cuuute

-I’ll add my opinions on Waltz once I get the time to play his route :)

-TYSM for introducing me to this game, Queen Luna! I had a lot of fun playing it <3

I AM BACK!!  And I’m emotionally drained again XD Too much human interaction for 1 week. I had some friends over, so I was supposed to be the polite host (even though it was actually my mom’s idea to invite them, so I can ‘be more outgoing’.) 

Right, right, and I totally didn’t force my friends to listen to the whole Hamilton soundtrack and then totally didn’t get this close to singing along to everything. Both of us are over it

I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME. I’M RUNNING, AND MY TIME’S UP WISE UP. EYES UP I CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE OTHER SIDE.

Same, same. I just have to think a thought that is also a lyric in the musical and I’m back in hell.

Nope, trust me, I was a little shit. Whenever someone tells me stories of baby Luna, I wanna curl up into a ball and die from embarrassment. I’m not even joking when my parents wanted to take me to get tested for ADHD. And then, suddenly, I found the magic of books and you will not get me to move my ass unless my life’s on the line (and even then I’ll reconsider XD)

Ouch… well, most little kids are like that? I mean, I don’t interact with them a lot (we have a mutual dislike for each other :P), but there’s a reason why I don’t like them. They can be adorable and all, but I just don’t have the patience ^^;;;

I think I’d cry of cuteness if I ever saw Evans with little kids, because that sounds absolutely adorable!!! 

Tbh, the thing I have most problems with is the sound of it, because it gets on my nerves so much ;-; 

Still, it’s really nice they make an effort to understand you ^^ I finally told my mom about my idol obsession today,  and I was so happy when she wasn’t weirded out T^T The thing is, I’m so used to people giving me weird look when i so much as mention anime, and idols are a whole new level of that, that I just don’t wanna tell anyone about it. Hell, it took me 2 months to offhandedly mention it to my parents. 

I think Re:Zero has a light novel? I’m not sure, honestly ^^;;;

Dude, you would not like fairy tail AT ALL. It is 98% tasteless fan service, and I was able to tolerate it for the sake of plot, but in the recent chapters, the plot itself has also become really stupid. Like, if a character dies, no one is worried any more, cause we know they’ll be revived 3 pages later. It became really stupid near the end. But, hey, it’s over now.

In summary: HxH is messed up XD I’m still debating watching it… maybe a bit later, or maybe I’ll pick the manga up ^^ 

Art is a very wide term, so I guess you could say both you and Kimblee do have it in common? It’s just up for discussion which form of art XD I must say, I do like you and Scar better though, because I don’t really think Scar would potentially blow you up if you did anything wrong…

Pride, pride! Pika pride!

All enemies would be terrified of him.

IDK LETS JINX IT AS MUCH AS WE CAN SO HOPEFULLY WE END UP IN A JINX THAT KEEPS HIM ALIVE! And omg I honestly don’t remember anymore if it was a fan comic or an actual manga panel, but it makes me wanna cry every time I think of it (I think it was a comic…) But then again, I don’t wanna spoil anything for you (again ;-;). So, have you read what happened to Bertl last?

Seriously, it was so weird ;-; I usually remember all my dreams, so but I usually dream of anime and other fictional characters (help) and things I thought about a lot during the day. Most of my dreams are crazily bizarre. 

Well, I mean, Loki finally had the decency to wash his hair (I’ve waited 3 movies for that), so I’m more than happy about his part XD

Tbh, I’m not into it too much either, but I do enjoy detective/mystery shows, so why not.

WOW. WOW. W O W. I READ THE NEW CHAPTER. JUST ROMA??? SHE’S 51??? WHAT??? ALSO URIE WHAT THE FUCK?? I THOUGHT YOU WERENT GONNA DIE AND YOURE DAMN NEAR THAT. NOT TO MENTION, Y O M O WHYYY IM NOT LETTING MUTSUKI KILL YOMO, HE SHOULD HAVE MORE SKILL THAN THEM AND SHOULD BE ABLE TO TAKE THEM DOWN EASILY. Also, was that a death flag for Touka that I saw?

I have one thing to say.

ONE PUUUUUUUUUNCH

Seriously, I brought the series with me on an USB to rewatch it during the summer XD

Oh, I hope you have fun with it! And don’t worry about not sending asks ^^

GUESS WHO ALMOST CRIED WHEN SHE HEARD YOU WERE PLAYING CP??? ((If you need more than one guess, I’ll be disappointed XD))

I can’t wait for you to play Watlz’s route. That guy is still my favorite, and I still wanna cry when I think of him XD Trust me, there are FEEELS. HE’s also one of my favorite tropes T^T

Don’t worry, I also always get good endings first and then the bad ones (tbh I do the bad ones for the CGs and achievements. I wouldn’t do them otherwise XD)

The art is honestly one of my favorite parts, especially the character designs! Some of the CG is a bit inconsistent, but it’s still admirable, especially for a free game! 

Trust me, the music is absolutely amazing! If you ever want to hear it, there’s a small sound room or something in the settings and you can always listen to it there ^^

I know the history of the whole world s so creative! I honestly never expected MC’s mom to be the witch crystal (forgot the name lol) bearer, but it was a nice twist!

Yep, Rod is a bit predictable, but it’s still a fun route ^^ He’s my 4th favorite, tho…  Or 5th, I honestly can’t decide…

Karma, my darling ;-; Tbh, I’ve always doubted that he was Beauty and the Beast (because it’s my favorite fairytale If i’m gonna be honest :P), but the whole ‘not now’ and ‘running out of time’ (haaaaamilton) thing gave it away.  The ‘Character calls MC a pet name (darling, love, LITTLE STAR (T^T)) is definitely one of my favorite things ever ^^ But I knew Karma was, well, Karma (aka Beautiful Lady) the second he appeared in the alleyway in the prologue. the hair gave it away tbh I think we should meet Llama in the fan disk coming out soon? I really wanna buy that disk XD

Rump is so much more than he seems. I mean, from what I saw in the prologue, he was my lest favourite, but I think he might be 4th? Still not sure if it’s him or Rod… ((also, don’t get me wrong, just because they’re last doesn’t mean I dislike them! It’s just that I like them the least (sounds equally horrible)))

I love Fritz, but I love Varg more, which is why Fritz’s bad end is the worst for me, personally (vaaaaaaaarg). And I was so sad when he erased himself ;-; Why you do that my dear wolf. 

I KNOW I ALMOST SCREAMED WHEN DELORA DIED WHYYYYYYYYY. Idk, in some routes it does feel like mom-daughter somewhat, but then again, i some routes, Delora is more of that sassy friend.

Yep, i mentioned it before, i really like MC’s growth ^^ It’s nice to see her go from total bitch to just slightly bitch XD 

A whole bunch of extra routes were considered, from what I heard, but they simply didn’t have the time or funds to include them…

Mythros is that guy i wanted to feel sorry for, but simply couldn’t. Especially not after waLTZ’S ROUTE. Fuck you, Mythros.

Oh, wow! Poor Eliza and Theodosia hahah Tbh, I always use Luna in otogames because it’s not my real name (so no embarrassment from the characters calling me by my actual name), but since i always, always use Luna on the net, I’ve kinda adopted it as a second name XD

Mr. Broom best boy 1000/10. I want a route for him.

Awe, thanks a lot!  My faves list looks like this: 1. Waltz (still crying) 2. Karma/Varg 3. Fritz (that’s right, Varg is above Fritz, despite being Fritz) 4. Rumpel, actually 5. Rod.

So I am very very happy to be shipped with (technically) both 2nd best hahah

Honestly, I see you with Fritz, bc cinnamon roll and cinnamon roll! He’d always be the one to makee sure you’re not uncomfortable with something and would melt when he saw you with little kids (despite the fact that you were pleading for someone to help you at the moment XD). Also, you can bet this guy will dedicate so much of his free time to watching you pain. HE’d also try to learn how to paint himself, so he could feel closer to you! Also, time to drown Evans in pastries, it doesn’t matter if she likes them or not, Fritz will buy more or less the whole shop so you can try it. He messes up so badly if you come watch his practice. He is dead. He can’t handle the pressure of you watching (even tho I doubt you’d give a flying fuck if he messed up a step or something) and will just turn red, turn around and call for a break.  Also, you can bet this guy is all about head pats. You learn to have a comb with you at all times XD

Enjoy Waltz’s route and the feels! 

Oh, and I also made Aesthetics for some characters, I’ll post them separately, cause they’re on my phone ^^))