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miracles-and-butterflies · 6 months

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This marks my 1,000 post.

Thank you to everyone for the likes, reblogs, comments and asks!

In honour, you can have a sketch (at the very end) and a wip from the Reincarnation AU; Mirabel’s death.

Warning, sensitive topics below, especially blood/injury and death.

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Am I Too Late For a Miracle?

“What is going on!?”

At the sound of Abuela’s approaching voice, Mirabel and Isabela stop talking, quickly standing up.

“Abuela, it’s okay,” Mirabel tries gently. “Everything is okay—”

“What are you talking about? Look at our home! Look at your sister!” She gestures sympathetically to Isabela and the surrounding mess. “It wasn’t enough that you ruined her proposal, now you have to do this too—”

“Please, listen, I-I didn’t. Isabela wasn’t happy…”

Mirabel turned to her side, where Isabela no longer was. Her sister had wandered off behind Abuela, towards where their parents and Luisa had appeared.

At the other side of the room, Tía Pepa, Tío Félix, Dolores and Camilo have also walked in on the scene.

All of them staring her down.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you.” Her gaze hardened.

“Abuela, you don’t understand, the vision—”

“You have to stop, Mirabel! The cracks started with you; Bruno left because of you; Luisa’s losing her powers, Isabela’s out of control because of you! I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family!”

Cracks emerged around the pair, though neither seemed to pick up on it in the moment.

Mirabel’s heart broke.

She opens her mouth but is silenced immediately by a hand in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I didn’t want to hurt us—”

“Enough!” Abuela thunders. “You don’t get to cry about what you’ve done. There isn’t a punishment worthy. How dare you speak to me about our miracle! How dare you hurt this family! How dare you break our home! How dare you try to harm our miracle! Let me tell you, young lady, I regret the day you were born. You have brought nothing but misfortune at every opportunity! I never would have kept you here if I’d known what a burden you were going to be! You are a disappointment. You have always been such a disappointment. A pathetic excuse for a Madrigal, a granddaughter, daughter, sister and whatever else is in your never ending list of failures. You don’t deserve to be in this family.”

The floor between them cracks, separating them. Abuela silently gasps in surprise and confusion, eyes glued to the damage; Mirabel flinches back, one hand at her heart and the other covering her mouth to prevent any fearful screams getting out.

“No, no, no!” Pepa suddenly cries.

Félix follows her gaze. “The candle!”

As if on cue, the cracks spread. One in particular splitting the house in half and knocking the candle off its perch, the candle flickers and the building shakes subsequently.

Dolores grabs onto the wall to steady herself and Camilo, firmly held by the ruana in her other hand. Isabela lurches forward to keep Abuela in her feet. Pepa almost falls into Félix. Luisa, barely fazed, secures Julieta and Agustín with either hand.

Mirabel, who had been knocked to the floor, shakes her head and recovers herself, setting her eyes on the candle.

“Casita, help me up there!”

The house tears off a line of railing, flipping it into a makeshift ladder for her.

Meanwhile, Camilo had taken the back staircase and was sprinting along the corridor towards Abuela’s door. Using his shapeshifting abilities to parkour through any suppose obstacles.

Isabela creates herself a vine to swing from and pull herself to the candle. Just as she gets close to the ledge, her door fades. The vine quickly dissipates into nothing.

She screams. Casita uses its beams to catch her, gently dropping her to the floor.

Camilo’s door flickers out next. He was mid-jump as the notably tall Josè and just as his hand goes for the edge of the roof, he shifts back to himself and misses. Casita’s other line of railing bends outwards for him to grasp on, breaking his falls as he lands beside Isabela.

He stares in horror at his own hands, his older cousin looks similar as the plants around them shrivel quickly and die.

Nearby, Antonio is stood frozen, watching as his own door goes out. It is immediately thrown off its hinges as the animals come bursting out, running and flying away into the wilderness.

“Careful! Antonio!” Félix remarks, quickly scooping the boy up. As his door comes crashing down to where he was just standing. With the boy in his arms, Félix makes for the exit. “We have to get out of here!” He throws over his shoulder to Julieta, Agustín and Pepa, who are doing everything but that.

“Mirabel?!” Julieta shouts.

Just as she tries to go after her daughter, Casita ripples it’s tiles in powerful waves forcing them out.

“Mirabel!” She cries again, almost tripping to step over Casita.

“Mirabel! You have to get out!” Agustín yells.

“Mirabel—”

The family is thrown out front door at that point. Luisa manages to break Abuela’s fall, Félix does the same for Antonio.

Bruno races on the inside of the walls that are crumbling and piling with dust, quickly shoving every rat inside his ruana. He retrieves Hernando’s bucket, slams it onto his head and crashes head first through the walls.

He tumbles out into the grass below, lifting the bucket as he eyes everything in disbelief. It’s been so long since he’s seen the outside; who would have thought it would be like this?

“Mirabel?!” Julieta cries in alarm, reaching out over Abuela’s shoulder. Casita hasn’t thrown her out. She’s still there. Struggling on her short legs to reach the candle. “Mirabel! Leave it!”

“Mirabel! The house is going to fall!” Félix hollers up.

Pepa twists anxiously at her braid. “Mirabel! Get out!”

“Mirabel!” Agustín shouts.

Casita shifts its tiles and Mirabel finally grasps the candle, panting in relief. Just as she dusts it over, the walls come crushing down around her.

The roof jolts downwards without warning, sending Mirabel hastily over its edge. She cries out. The stairs rise, sliding her onto the ground.

She sits up, eyes going wide as the building caves in. She closes her eyes, adjusts herself to lean over the candle, cradling it like something fragile in her lap. Various pieces of furniture stack themselves protectively around her, trying to shield her from the incoming attack.

“Thank you, Casita.”

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Dolores wailed in agony outside.

Her gift, unfortunately, seemed to be one of the last to fade.

She gripped her own ears tightly, nails digging into the skin, almost determined to rip them off. Over the top of her own hands were Isabela’s and Luisa’s, both her cousins looking at her with such concern.

Abuela was still stood frozen, Julieta and Agustín hovering beside her. Her father was off to the side comforting Antonio with help from Camilo. Her mother was partially sidetracked by something, no someone, in the distance. Townspeople were starting to gather further behind them all.

“Mirabel?!” Julieta cries in alarm, reaching out over Abuela’s shoulder. “Mirabel! Leave it!”

“Mirabel! The house is going to fall!” Félix hollers up.

Pepa twists anxiously at her braid. “Mirabel! Get out!”

“Mirabel!” Agustín shouts.

And Dolores just had to hear it.

Each item, each beam, each tile hit the floor and shatter, one after the other. Mirabel’s cries of absolute terror. It’s clearly her voice, but it sounds nothing like her. All haunting and broken. Dolores thinks she hears Mirabel calm, both realising Casita has sheltered her, and they whisper, “Thank you, Casita.”

And then there’s the deafening cracks as Bruno’s tower comes loose.

It falls.

And falls.

And takes Mirabel’s head down with it.

Dolores heard her splutter on her own blood and air. Her body coming to a silent and abrupt halt. Wherever it lands, Mirabel’s head is still alive. Her glasses smash on impact and cut into her cheeks. She hears the eyelids flutter open and the lips move, trying to scream, no doubt at the sight of her own headless corpse. But she doesn’t have her vocal cords to do that. The eyes blink again, straining to look away. Then nothing.

Casita breaks.

There’s a ringing in Dolores’ ears, in everyone’s ears, when Casita is completely gone and everything is still.

Two doors that had been sheltering Mirabel’s body fall apart, one squeaks open and shut one final time, as if saying you’re welcome. As if the house didn’t just let Mirabel die.

She covers her mouth and drops to the grass. Isabela being the only thing keeping her upright - Luisa had already walked off to her father.

“Shush, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Lola, I’ve got you,” Isabela whispers, holding her against her.

It’s been ages since she and Isa have been this close.

In spite of herself, Dolores can’t help but take the opportunity and tightens herself around Isabela.

Julieta pushes Abuela aside, running into the building. “Mirabel!” She calls, searching the debris.

“Everyone okay?” Agustín asks around. “Is everyone okay?”

“How could this happen?” Luisa questions nobody in particular.

Félix shakes his head in disbelief. “The Encanto is broken…”

“What do we do now?”

“My powers… they’re gone.” Camilo sulks. “And what about Antonio? What’s he going to do?”

Isabela taps her shoulder. “Dolores? Are you okay? Can you hear me? You aren’t listening to me.”

Dolores looks stunned.

She realises.

“My gift,” she mumbles. “Our gifts. They aren’t gone. I can still…”

She can’t bring herself to finish.

Isabela looks unconvinced, but doesn’t say anything. Though she does wave her hand half-heartedly, only for a cactus to suddenly pop out from the ground beside them.

“Mirabel!” Julieta cries in relief, finally spotting the familiar teal among everything. She races over, checking the girl bottom to top for injuries, as she always does; Dolores didn’t need her hearing for that, her Tía always does that. She tries to imagine what Julieta sees. The embroidery must be snagged and torn, the candle must still be glowing in her hands, she’ll be covered in dust and blood— and then Julieta screams.

Dolores figures she worked it out.

“Julieta, come quick!” Her mother calls in the distance, pointing at Bruno, who is not so-subtly hiding in the grass. “Julieta!”

The healer just collapses in front of the body, shrieking in anguish, reaching out but can’t bring herself to touch Mirabel’s severed neck or anywhere else.

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#encanto #encanto reincarnation au #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #my writing #my art #encanto fanart

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Deal with the devil

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Authors note: That wasn't a request and it´s short but has been living in my head for a while so I had to write it out to make room and figured I'd post it ♥

Summary: When you make a deal with a dangerous gentleman, you capture the last moments of your life on video for your team and confess your feelings to someone special.

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"I am afraid!" those were the first words your team heard when they played the video, which was brought into the BAU by a courier, a young boy who was paid extra to do it. "I am going to die.."

You had been swallowed up by the face of the earth for two weeks, your trail got lost in the sand and nobody knew by whom you were taken. But your team did not give up and ransacked every stone of your last place of residence several times.

Without a trace.

"Where is this video coming from? Garcia, can you filter anything out of the background?" Emily's words did not even begin to reach her. Shocked, with her mouth wide open and tears filling in her eyes at how exhausted and devastated you were, she was oblivious to the outside world.

Tears streamed down your thin face and you pressed your lips together to suppress a sob. Your face was sunken, deep-seated circles under your eyes showed the lack of sleep you had to endure.

"I made a deal with the devil to protect you, Em. And now he is come to kill me," you hastily wipe away a few droplets of salty water that have started to flow down your bloodied cheeks. "By the time you got this video, you will already be too late to save me and I know you are looking for me. No matter how hard you try, you will be too late."

The crew felt frozen in place, especially the hands and feet of the person addressed seemed to carry only a remnant of body heat. Her whole body felt like it was being pierced with needles. It did not hurt, but she could feel an uncomfortable and completely paralyzing burning sensation through every pore of her body.

"I am so afraid," you coughed quietly and looked around in the dark room, which was only surrounded by dim candlelight. The cold was gradually tearing your body into a deep tiredness, but with a remnant of your strength, you kept your eyes open with difficulty. From exhaustion, you slowly lowered your head to the side. Trembling fingers stroked your eyelids, which had briefly closed. "I wish you could set me free like you always do"

Emily could not move her arms or legs, they rested still at the sides of her body. Panic flickered in her fawn glassy eyes, her nose flushed from suppressing her feelings. After the first second of the video, she knew who had you.

Ian Doyle; he lured you in with lies and threats and had you in his power now.

Aggression mixed with deep anger, fear and sadness flowed in her head, leaving no room for clear thoughts. She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip frustrated, leaving a small mark on them that spread an iron taste in her mouth.

Doyle would pay for it. She would seek justice for you and wreak vengeance. When the one thing that kept her grounded gets yanked away so ruthlessly by someone she once loved, it was only in her nature to strike him down. That was something she was taught, something she has comforted herself with.

"I am sorry for causing you worry and suffering. But I will gladly give up my life if you keep breathing for it. There is not a day I regret with you, Emily. The only thing I regret is not telling you sooner how much I love you,"

You had to stop, a sea of tears welled up in your eyes. Only slowly did you realized how fleeting life and how powerful a human was. Especially in the hands of a psychopath.

It took a long time before you could pull yourself together and feel ready to continue talking. "You are the love of my life and every day I had to spend without you when you faked your death hurt so much. I love you more than my life, so much that I will sacrifice mine for it."

Frowning with concern, Jennifer stood next to her best friend, slowly leaning towards her and taking her hand firmly but tenderly in hers. Emily´s heart began to soar, dropping into the pit of her stomach while her eyes continued to fix on the screen as she tried to digest the latest information about your avowed love for her.

The black-haired woman leaned trustingly against the blonde and took a deep breath. She became dizzy and extremely nauseous while trying to hold back the tears that were coming. "I will find you, Y/n.." she muttered under her breath and JJ nodded carefully, understanding her sentence perfectly.

"I do not want the last of you to see me like this, but I am having a really hard time pulling myself together, uh.." your voice trembled as you smiled wryly, pulling yourself together as best you could. But no matter how hard you tried to smile for her, it just did not make it into your eyes. You stroked your long, brittle and tousled hair, that was plastered on your forehead and bare shoulders quickly, trying to put away the nervousness.

"Do not mourn for me too long, but briefly and intensely to live on afterwards. All I every wanted is for you to be happy. Even after my death. I will choose a cloud near you and always watch over you. And I hope that I will always live on in your heart."

You could hear footsteps getting closer to your position. Sobbing, you looked back at the camera with a lost and terrified look. A single tear, which was particularly noticeable because of it´s size and the light shining on it, ran down your cheek and wet the shirt that fell loosely from your body. "I love you, Em. I always did,"

You tried to position a sincere and wholeheartedly smile on your lips before you blew the camera a hand kiss and the video cut off, leaving the team without air in their lungs to breathe, collapsing in an emotional chaos they had never experienced before.

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wolfiemozart1787 · 9 months

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Thank you SO much

Hey, I just wanted to say to everyone who’s supporting me in this very unfortunate and just plain shitty thing that’s happening on AO3 - thank you. I really do appreciate it. AND just for those who have absolutely no idea what’s going on, I’ll explain it.

So, basically around three weeks ago I wrote and posted a smut fic on AO3 about two characters from Jackson’s Diary (if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Webtoon) and I immediately received an ENORMOUS amount of backlash, due to the fact the one of the characters was 17 - ergo, underage. I thought “well, that’s a reasonable thing to get titchy about”, so I re-tagged the work and stated in the A/N that the specific character was aged up a couple months, just to smoothen everything out. But, SURPRISE, it didn’t work. I started getting more backlash, which then turned into hate. It just kept coming and coming. At this point I was like “Jesus, how does one short fic cause all this?”. Then I received several requests (actually no, orders) to take the work down. Now, I’m new to writing fanfiction. I’ve been into reading it for maybe 4 years now, but I’ve only just started publishing works and this is the first fandom that I’ve officially joined, and I didn’t know that specific people had power over what I can and can’t write, sooo...yeah. But then, things took a turn.

I was scrolling through the fandom one day when I found a post titled “Please stop”. I was curious and clicked on it, only to find that it wasn’t an actual fanfic but a call-out post, telling all the people (aka me) who post smut fics (I literally posted ONE) to stop because it’s a.) disgusting, b.) is a basic representation of pedophilia and c.) is basically child p*rnography. Now I was astonished at these accusations. I aged up ONE character by a couple months, now I’m being called a pedophile? I explained that I myself am a minor, even younger than the underaged character, but of course that didn’t change anything. I tried to explain politely in the comments section that I didn’t mean anybody any harm whatsoever, and I was then harassed (and that’s not an overstatement) by several people, being told to take it down. So, my naive little brain couldn’t take it anymore so I took the work down. I then posted an apology. Now the reason I did this was not because I regretted writing the work, no no, it was just to stop all the goddamn disgusting comments about me. But it turns out I’d only added fuel to the fire.

I started receiving even more vile comments, some including death threats, others untruthful accusations about how I was a groomer or a child sexual abuser, others just calling me the most disgusting person alive. This had a serious effect on my mental health. I’m naturally a very happy person. I love making people laugh. I love making people smile and feel good about themselves, but now I felt like shit! I felt like I was all the things people were calling me. I was told to kill myself because everyone hated me. I don’t think there was a single supportive or positive comment on that post. I left it up for ages, until one day I came across a comment (from the same person who posted the “Please stop” fic) talking about a TikTok video about it. And I thought...”oh no”.

I IMMEDIATELY got my ass over to TikTok and saw the video, and...let’s just say I didn’t take it well. The comments were...unexplainable. Calling me the most vile words a person can be called. Accusing me of pedophilia, for the thousandth time! So many comments...horrible things said by people who don’t even know me! Judgement of my character, of my virtues, and they just kept coming. Then there was ANOTHER post by the same account, which then brought in MORE hurtful comments. By then I’d had enough. I had a full-on mental breakdown, trashing literally everything. Then anxiety started. I’m still in school, and I kept thinking “what if somebody at my school knows I did this?”. I started becoming anxious all the time, and it was all I thought about. Until somebody actually supported me and posted about the whole thing on Tumblr, which brought in SO many wonderful people! And I’ve tried explaining it to people on TikTok and AO3, but nobody will listen. But here I know people will listen. I’m sorry for sharing my whole boring story with you all, and by the way, it’s still ongoing so if you want to go have a look, it’s still up on AO3 with more comments every day!

But yeah, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all my supporters in this difficult time, you really do make my day.

#jackson's diary #ao3 #yeah it's pretty long #i love my supporters #MY FIRST ACTUAL TUMBLR POST YAYYY #kind of a serious subject #cyber bullying #online harassment

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mcytaita · 1 month

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AITA for leaving everyone behind on a dangerous Island ?

To make the story as short and concise as possible I, [ early20something M ] went, and set sail to an Island just off the border of the Ecclesia sea called The Faction Isles. It's whole schtick is to choose one of the 4 factions [Herons, Kestrels, Nightingales, and Kites] . Seems to be fine and dandy right? Make friends, go on adventures, sing some shanties, all that lavish stuff yada yada.

Well turns out, the Faction Isles we find out that it is essentially a food farm for a power hungry Cult Leader, and God. It's kind of the main reason on why several people went missing over the passing months..... because they got kidnapped. That being said I also got kidnapped once and saw so much people die in front of me [one of them being my best friend]. Oh forgot to mention someone released the horrors so that's that. So much happened that I cannot just summarize it down in one page but that's the gist of it.

After ... everything. I decided to just to, you know, leave, get the fuck out. Witnessing this much is really bad for the noggin, speaking from experience. So I brought my good friend, lets just call her L [f 20plussomething] and prepare to set sail. I mean it was a "wonderful" experience on the Isles I will admit , but it's high time to end this chapter of my life, besides The Isles are too much for my liking. Before I left though , I wanted to say goodbye to all my fellow pirates. The reception was ..... mixed. Some respected my decision , bid Adieu, and hope we meet again [we won't].

The others called me selfish for leaving "after all we went through you just leave blah blah blah myeh myeh" you get the idea.

It's been days since Me and L left the Isles. I think I made the right choice lest I be die a horrible death, but I still think about their words sometimes and it made me feel a tiny bit [a small regular amount] of guilt [just abit though]. But for the most part I almost regret nothing.

So AITA , for leaving everyone behind? I need to know.

Edit: So You may never guess, but I went back to the Isles. I just want to go back to see thing play out, nothing more, nothing less. I just heard that everyone, want to fight God, and I want to see that okay? Now if you guys don't get an update I'm probably most likely dead. [Oh yeah L is fine by the way she stopped by one of the towns far away from wherever I am]

Post submitted by an anonymous user!

#pirates smp #owengejuicetv #mcytaita #piratesaita #submitted post #20+ votes #results: jah

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simplyclary · 6 months

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I Am So Proud of You

Goodness gracious! How do I even begin writing this post that is filled with nothing but praise and love for one of my favorite actors, Taylor Zakhar Perez? Like proud is an understatement for how I feel right now because Taylor is finally getting the recognition and love he deserves.

To provide context, I woke up to a notification from IG saying that Taylor posted a story and he posted a list from media company TheWrap and I saw that he was included in the "Latino Power List: 45 Trailblazers Making Waves in Hollywood" list and the moment I read that, I felt immense pride and joy for him.

Even the mere idea of Taylor being included in the list alongside some of my other favorite actors and actresses who may have been in the industry longer than him like Jenna Ortega, Zoe Saldana, Pedro Pascal and Selena Gomez is enough for me to feel immensely happy and proud. I'm so glad he is finally getting the recognition he deserves!

To add to that, Taylor is also going to be honored at the upcoming SCAD Savannah Film Festival on October 27, 2023 because of his portrayal of Alex Claremont-Diaz in Red, White and Royal Blue. That only adds to the immense amount of pride and happiness I (and the rest of the TZP Squad) feel.

I can't say or write words to fully encapsulate how I feel about Taylor getting all the love and recognition he deserves so much. Like I'm so proud of him and my heart is so full!

Guarantee you, the moment the actors' strike ends (which I hope will be soon), I will need every BTS footage Taylor's got from RWRB (I know it's kind of too much to ask, but I will humbly request it) and other things. Kind of overreacted there, but it is what it is.

Also, I will be seated for every future movie and series he will be in. Genres will not matter to me as long as he gets to explore characters and genres and expand his filmography. Disney needs to talk to him about a possible Flynn Rider role in the upcoming live-action Tangled movie or maybe Marvel can cast him as an X-Men character. I also want to see his screenplays and film ideas brought to life, like if they can be turned into indie films, I will watch them.

Outside of TV and film, he can do as much philanthropy as he wants and I will support him. I will buy his book if he ever writes one or one of his skincare items if he ever makes one. I will stream music from him if he decides to release some. He can travel the world and explore culture and I will appreciate every single bit of it. The possibilities are just endless.

To be fairly honest and keep this short, I'm just going to be one of those people who will manifest great things for Taylor because he is one of the kindest and most talented people out there. He is one of the best gems I have discovered and I have no regrets being one of his fans.

Being part of the TZP squad has been so much fun and sharing so much mutual love and appreciation for Taylor is just a pleasant experience.

Once again, Taylor Zakhar Perez deserves nothing but love, support and adoration and I will forever be happy and proud of him finally getting the well-deserved recognition he has worked hard for.

#taylor zakhar perez #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #proud of you

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prototypelq · 8 months

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DMC DISHONORED AU

I`ve mentioned a couple of times that during answering Ember’s @dmc-questions-anon crossover ask, I mixed, purely on a whim, DMC Sparda loser twins into a Dishonored-setting-AU and truth be told, the idea has not left me ever since. A week later, I've decided to compile everything I had for this AU into one post, so here it goes.

UPDATE a month later: I went over this post again to bring up to speed some things we've thought out with @stashoflostsouls! Her help with this AU has been immense and the brainworms might have stopped a long time ago if not for her, so this whole thing is her fault now xDDD (no regrets)

This is not a complete rewrite of the original post, but the DMC3/Dishonored 1 plotline has been edited heavily and new stuff brought to light. Adaptations of other DMC and Dishonored games will be coming later too.

Big thank you to everyone who is following this monstrocity as it builds itself along!

Personal notes: I've played Dishonored games, finished only the second though, as they had not grabbed me as they do other people. Still, I am enamoured with it's setting and aesthetic. The whole AU was smashed together in my head because, in my opinion, Dishonored does not do enough work with it's characters, and DMC does not do enough to flesh out it's worldbuilding, so I mashed them together to get the best of both worlds - a super unqiue and cool thought out setting and incredibly compelling and deep characters.

Disclaimer: I am very much a DMC enjoyer, however I am not that deep into Dishonored. I've refreshed my memory with some lore videos, on the topic, but please feel free to correct/advise/give commentary on adaptation of Dishonored stuff. DMC fans too! This is very much thoughts-in-process kind of AU

With all that out of the way - as a short summary Dishonored setting is a kind of mash of royalty+hitman+humans with powers AUs together. Dishonored is a tesla-punk-ified victorian britain setting (so we got strict class division with start differences in between, helthcare is nonexsitent, and the Empire is built upon the four kingdoms, each one on their own Isle) that is built upon the whale oil and whale hunting (that is used as fuel for electricity). Setting is also magical in nature through through the Void (kind of a mix of purgatory/death/dream/eldrich horror dimension, which has an avatar/god in the form of the Outsider, his worship is considered herecy by the local 'inquisition' but it can't fuly stop the weird, horrifying or perverse rituals that are held in his name). This world is quite dark, death is abundant, and violence is quite common. Nobles play their policial games and order asassinations to eliminate their rivals, common men are exploited at industrial factories, whale hunting is the main source of income and progress, scientists and philosophers play with their deadly inventions and even human lives for the sake of their research. (for vibe purposes check out the Drunken Whaler song and Dishonored 2 trailer they sum up the aesthetic exceptionally well)

Alright, so, how can we (hopefully) meaningfully insert the DMC cast into Dishonored, and how I, with major help from Raven, see the story of the twins going on from there:

Background and general setup:

In this AU Eva Redgrave is the Empress of the Empire of the Isles, Sparda Santiago is a talented swordsman, who rose from the poor districts, climbed ranks and became the Royal Protector of the Empress (=bodyguard). Romance bloomed from there, and they had twin sons and heirs for the throne, their relationship not announced to the public, but also not a secret to anyone in court.

Twins were royal children and had a lot of freedom in their childhood. Still, they had their tutoring done by an established professor of the Academy of the Natural Phylosophy - sir Arkham. Needless to say, both boys hated their lessons, and they picked up that their father was hanging around more losely when those were held. They did enjoy fencing a lot, sparring with their dad and each other especially, and were quite good at it. (not sure where to put in so I'll insert that here) Sparda favoured using bird mail, and had a favourite crow, twins tried playing with it sometimes too.

Canon DMC Eva was able to raise her demonic sons, so I imagine she had a steel spine. In this AU I think this would mean her politics as Empress were more strict than the Empress Jessamine of thre Dishonored setting - the Spymaster was not allowed to work under the radar (as he is allowed to in canon Dishonored which causes a myriad of problems later), and she would try to manage the long list of social issues and class difference, but of course, won't be able to solve them all. Her politics were based on maintaining good trading relations with other nations and trying to improve the life of lower classes, which did earn her some opposition from nobles and 'traditinal' oriented individuals, but did not stop her. Sadly, just one Empress is one reign was able to improve the lives of common people a little, but the things mostly stayed as they were.

Since her reign and politics were not a popular choice, plus she had twins as heirs (so the chance of her sucessor continuing this course was high), an asassination was arranged.

During the outbreak of a rat plague (which happened naturally in this case), the quarantine helped prevent it's spreading, but there was no known cure. Eva tried asking the other countries for help, but received no concrete answers, and she was getting desparate. As a last resort, she decided to sent out Sparda himself on a diplomatic mission, and to conduct this search himself, he was very reluctant to part but the situation was dire.

Arkham, as he was common presense in royal court, learned of this mission, and with the help of opposing parties and the Spymaster, planned a coup to asssinate and overthrow Eva during Sparda's absence. Members of this coup were not exactly concerned about the plague, as the affected districts of the city had been quarantined in time, and posed no threat to them, plus the main casualty here are the poor. However, the plan did not exactly work out as it should - Sparda finished his mission earlier than planned, as there was no cure for the rat plague. With these grave news, he sent out his mail crow to message to Eva about this, and the fact that he was coming back earlier. Arkham was able to capture a crow with this message, caged it, and began planning for Sparda's return - with his knowledge or the arcane and acute inventor's mind he conducted a magic trap, a curse, to stop Sparda in time. Literally in this case. And so, with Sparda's early return, he was warmly met by Arkham, then subsequently betrayed and frozen in time. Frozen Sparda was held somewhere in the dungeons of the Arkham estate. The asassination took place as planned.

Eva is killed during a nighttime stroll, but the twins are a harder target inside the palace walls. Things get bloody and palace guard is alerted. However, the twins chose that night to sneak out to play in the garden, and they stumble into seeing the last of their mother. Some of the assasins stay behind to keep an eye on their escape route, they see the twins and give chase. The twins are of course, shocked and traumatised, but they did their best to give the pursuers a hard time, as both are skilled fencers. Working together, they disarmed one of them, and Vergil was even able to deal some blows, but ultimately they are just children and had to run. Twins escape to the lighthouse, which had docks with some boats that Sparda used to them swimming around. Near the cliffside, one of the asassins has had enough and, seeing as the waves will drown out any sound, shoots. Dante falls into the ocean and is held under by the waves.

Vergil has no choice but to continue running, and near the lighthouse, he gets miracuously saved by Arkham.

yes this is technically a roleswap as Vergil is saved,and Dante is forced into contact with supernatural, but if saving was done by Arkham does it really count?

Dante gets chosen by the Outsider and lives through being bestowed the Mark upon. As this was done at a young age, there will be some repercussions.

The fallout of the asassination is hard on everyone. Publically, Eva and the royal family are stated to have been deceased by the plague that they tried to prevent, and in the place of an Empress, a ruling counsil of wealthy noble houses is instated.

The curse Arkham conducted was powerful, but short-lived, so a couple of years after the tragedy he finds himself free, escapes, and finds himself displaced in time. His family dead or missing, with no trails to follow to find any of them. The tragedy weights down heavy on him, he leaves the kingdom of Gristol to try to pick up the lost pieces of himself, with no luck.

Dante is picked up drifting in the sea by a ship. With no resources, stranded and alone, he has nothing to back up his claims of being a royal heir, and no help in sight. When the news of the royal tragedy reach him, there is no point in even trying anymore, and he is forced into the life of a street urchin. He hides the Mark he received, and slowly gets used to it's powers... and the consequences of having them. With his wits, and the advantage of the Mark, he makes the best of this situation - avoids the gangs to the best of his ability, travels by stowawaying in some caargo crates on different ships, then manipulating the crewmen to teach him sailing. He makes contacts, deals, gambles and grows street-smart and cunning. Dante is known at Enzo's bar, is a common sailor in Morrison's trader ship crew, and even dealt with some contrabandists/pirates like Lucia. When not sea-faring, he spends his time in fighting rings, or investigates anything Void-related in exchange for favours. This payment system makes his services available to locals, but he does those secretly, protected by an alternate look and a mask.

Note: this background negates some of the issues the canon twins have, most notable - their demonic-human nature conflict, and in both cases the twins grow up almost properly socialised, who would have thought. Basically what I am getting at is that there is more free space and opportunity for twins to get to know someone. However, neither me, nor Raven are really interested in going down those alleys, so there won't be shipping notes here. I just wanted to point out that in this seting, relationships are not half as complicated as they are in the canon DMC. I would not be opposed to hearing some Lady/Vergil or Dante/Lucia headcanons tho

Vergil is raised in secret by Arkham in his estate, which goes as well as you might have expected. Vergil takes very badly to everything that has happened, he growns up only slightly paranoid as the result of recurring nightmares, half of the time - not his own. Arkham trying to force himself into a father figure for Vergi was not helping matters in any way, and only made Vergil fight back against any sort of control more. Vergil spends a lot of time training his physical and fencing skills (to never be taken by surprise again), studies a lot of different science fields, as any competent heir should (heir to the throne of the Empire, an heir to Eva Redgrave, not in any way shape or form did he want to be controlled by Arkham. the only reason he even tolerated Arkham and his behavior is because Vergil had nowhere to go to, and if he wanted to reinstate himself and his family name later in life he needed the jumpstart Arkham's resourches, libraries and teachings provided). He starts attending high class events like balls and such, as a special guest of some imaginary rising noble house under the name of Paul Southworth.

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As a treat, have a DMC3/Dishonored1 plot adaptation:

Twins are in their twenties.

Arkham, in all thess years has been unsuccesfull in all his attempts to 'mold' Vergil into a manipulable figure, and he tries to go for another approach - starts forcing Vergil and Mary (lot Lady yet(?)) interactions. Both are of course, aware of what Arkham wants from them and appropriatly hate each other on these forced meetings.

Somewhere, around this time, during one of the masked balls, a woman takes great interest in him, and he feels frustrated with his life and rebeliious enough to indulge her.

Probably after a screaming match or two between Lady and Vergil, they actually find a connection in this mutual hatred for the situation Arkham is forcing them into and bond instead. Lady ends up taking some fencing lessons from Vergil from the whole ordeal, which they conduct in secret, of course. They grow closer and are on their way to becoming friends, which Arkham actually sees as his plan working.

Everything changes after the mysterious death of Kalina Ann.

Mary is taking her death extremely badly, she is practically inconsolable, and wouldn't leave her room. Arkham, the wonderful parenting figure he is, and who needs his daughter for future plans, makes the best decision possible - buys her a doberman. For some reason, Mary is not thrilled at this idea at all, she hates then dog and he is not well-behaved at all, which means there's now an uncontrollable and uncared for doberman going loose in the estate. Vergil and the dog met a couple of times, but the dog left him alone because he recognised this man's authority, and Vergil himself was uninterested in bonding with it. His opinion shifter when he saw the dog harassing some estate staff, and poor person retaliating back, which almost ended badly for everyone if Vergl hadn't intervened. He berated the person for being unable to take control of the situation, and the doberman got his own share of it too. The incident did prove to the dog that Vergil was the leader here, so he accepted his 'second in command' position and started diliggently following Vergil everywhere. Doberman is not clingy or overly affectionate, so Vergil was okay with his, and also he welcomed the company a little, because the death of Kalina affected him a lot too. She was the only person in the whole estate he felt comfortable around, and while they did not spend much time together, it reminded him too much of his childhood trauma. But this time Vergil was older, more competent and decided to take control of the situation himself - so he starts researching everything he can get his hands on about the Royal Tragedy, and secretly goes vigilanty-ing at night, masked, to gather the information in other private soures or anywhere he can, really.

The trauma and the doberman dillema between them, Vergil and Mary grow distant in their hurting at this time. Mary, when she is feeling more like herself again, decides to look into the death of her mother, which was too sudden to be anything natural, and was covered up quickly by Arkham and the public. She can't say for sure, but has a hunch this is related to Arkham's private Void studies (which are publically banned), and thinks there is something very fishy going on. She finds a contact and meets a person, who is claimed to be known to help in these situations. During a metting, the person is wearing a mask, so she doesn't recogise his face. He starts looking for information on Arkham, and finds some very very messed up things on him.

On night of another big noble ball, he decides to go to the source - Arkham estate and take a look through there.

That same night Vergil decided to use this opportunity to venture out himself, he got ready and was almost out, before he notices Ceberus, the name he gave the doberman, spotting some shadowy figure on the nearby rooftops heading in the direction of the Arkham's estate. He intercepts the breaker-in and they start fighting. The fencing match is at a stalemate, neither opponent able to break another's guard, untill the intruder freezes for a moment, which was all the opening Vergil needed. He goes in for a stab, only for the intruder to teleport away and make a run for it. Vergil can't let a Marked asassin get away, not after his childhood tragedy, he commands Cerberus to alert the guard and chases after the intruder. On the rooftop they catch up to one another, and lo and behold, the breaker in was Vergil's long lost brother.

It was @stashoflostsouls' wonderful headcanon that when the twins touch for the first time, it is then that Vergil himself is visited by the Outsider and Marked.

Just as in DMC canon, the twins' goals are actually the same here - both Vergil and Dante are looking for the conspirators of their mother's asassination and for anynews on their father. Unlike in DMC canon, there are less pressuring circumstance here, twins have more breathing room to actually talk to each other, and this is why here they band Together to reach their goals.

From this point on the story goes pretty much same as Dishonored 1 story - the twins investigate different noblemen that were plotting against Eva Redgrave, and it is revealed that Arkham was in the middle of it all, which was also the reason why Vergil's search has been so unsuccesfull - the evidence has been right under his nose the entire time. This is also happening during another outbreak of the rat plague, which this time, as Dante learns, originated inside the country, and is definitely not a natural occurence is it claimed to be.

This second rat plague outbreak is the Spymaster's that worked under late Empress' rule idea of 'ending poverty' (so some Dishonored 1 canon events are mixed here as well). Twins will find this out and deal with him, and the other 'royalists' during their investigation, which ends with Arkham. In his dungeons they also find the crow Sparda favoured, the message of his early return in the midst of other papers. Arkham ignored the bird after the initial capture, but staff of the estate kept it fed in the cage, he is quite old already but the twins are happy to see him nonetheless.

This plotline ends with Vergil publically reinstating himself as Redgrave, Dante keeping himself away from nobles, perhaps with a sailing trip or two, and very supportive of his brother's cause. Vergil won't be pushing for the throne just yet, in the moment he will be satisfied with getting the Redgrave estate back, but the throne is his end goal in the future.

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Void abilities!

Vergil: professional swordsman. Has a cane-sword with him on all times. Cane-handle can be replaced without screwing the balance of the blade, so he goes with his favourite sword on missions when he expects trouble and keeps his wristbow (=compact crossbow). Vergil grew up in company of sharkes, disguised as nobles, so he prefers the ghost stealth approach so the target is not even alerted to anything happening, but for the same reason he will not hesistate to draw blood (that's not to say he likes killing, just that it is acceptable under pressing circumstances or to clear an objective)

Void Abilities: Displace (teleport, but requires a mark to be placed beforehand to teleport to, is a great tool for planning your approach beforehand or preparing an escape), Foresight/Shadowwalk (allows the bearer to explore ahead in a form of a summon that can scout ahead and take form of black bird, cat, or amorphous shadow creature, user is stationary during this ability and summons can only knock down enemies, but not kill them), Doppleganger (not new to DMC fans, works the same here - a controlled clone summon) and Bend time (allows user to stop time=gain amazing speed for a couple of seconds, user is able to freely move and act during this ability)

Dante: professional brawler. built like a brickhouse/sailor and not for show either. Keeps his wrists bandaged and always ready for trouble. Uses assasin's blade - shortsword with broad blade, stylised after fish scales, but has a modified crooked-up guard for catching blades and for easier disarming moves. Uses pistol for ranged combat. Prefers a stealthier approach, will absolutely brawl if a chance is presented and knock some heads down. Won't kill unless absolutely no other option is presented.

Void abilities: innate Rat hearing and rune/bonecharm sense (= Dark vision), Blink with the time-stop-before-use upgrade (a little more useful than other teleports for combat as you get time pause to think the encounter through, can't act or move during use, just stops time to looks around/think through before teleporting), Wind blast (a wind blow strong enough to literally plaster enemies if thrown into a wall... strenght of the ability is controlled), Pull (pickpocketing and eldreich-horror levitating bodies to the user), Semblance (lets the user make a void copy of a person's face and wear it around, does not alter voice or manners just casts an illusion over the wearer), and Doppleganger.

Twins's mutual connection to the Void, and with their souls attuned to each other, gives them some unique abilities too. They can establish a connection with each other through the Void dimension if in close proximity, share visions (for ex. Vergil scouts ahead with his powers and Dante will be able to see it too), and even share their abilities if in direct contact. Their souls connecting was always thing, it is why Vergil had so much nightmares in his childhood - he had been forced to see Dante's too.

Now, for Dante's early life Void contact consequences - he is sensitive to the Void. He has a sense for finding and locating any Void artefacts and he can hear and understand rat thoughts. Thankfully, the latter ability he somewhat learned to controll later in life, because let me tell you, Dishonored rat speech is Messed Up. (Gnaw, gnaw. Set teeth to hard wood, soft plaster, stone. Past it, a path. Rooms of delicious sea-scent, fish flesh. A feast for us! Soon, soon. First, we gnaw.) It did help Dante survive on the streets a lot, and he took advantage of many opportunities thanks to this. Rat speech is also how he learns the new rat plague outbreak is not natural. Whales and whale bone affect him too. In Dishonored, whales seem to be very intricately connected to the Void, once stated to even exist in both dimensions simultaniously, so to a Void-sensitive person this is going to be a lot to handle. This is one of the reasons Dante stays clear of whaler ships - he will hear loud and panicked whale screeches and whails and he won't be able to deal with that, this is an ability he cannot damper. He will grow used to it, but going near whale meat can factory or sailing during a whale migration season, when they are hunted in great numbers, is a very very big no no for him. I am absolutely not going to force him to go through something traumatising like this ever, surely not through a canon whale meat factory level from one of the DLCs, no huh, especially not with Vergil for company to literally carry him through this

Thank you for your time and I hope you like what I and Raven have been cooking up here! Next update we will have: Trish showing up to overthrow government, Dante going solo and bonding with Cerberus, Patty and her pet rat, Vergil deciding to kill God, and Kyrie being a witch.

#THE UPDATE IS DONE #now only to write another update an undetermined amount of time later....#ry to count how many self-indulgent headcanons I stuffed into this one AU. I realized the power I have and decided to give out as many pets #NOBODY COULD HAVE STOPPED ME AHAHAHAHAHA #please listen to Honor for All #Gold Dust woman #and Drunken whaler #they are awesome and very atmospheric songs #dmc dishonored au #dmc au #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc eva #dmc sparda #dmc lady

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SALTBURN AS PORTALS ( melanie martinez ) SONGS

a/n | just a fun little rant and analysis of how specific songs on the album represent a character, their actions or emotions that I believe fit how I saw them within the movie. also i've never done a character analysis before so i will try to make my ideas clear for those of you who would like to read them.

a/n | also sorry if i repeat my points lol.

saltburn spoilers below

CHARACTERS

Oliver Quick - Tunnel Vison

yeah, you can look, but you can’t touch / i’m not just anybody

not the first thing i want to get into but i will be going through the songs line by line so here goes…

to start is the obvious ‘hands off’ rule that we find out is bestowed upon all of Felix’s ‘toys’ that he has brought out to Saltburn. Vague mentions of previous friends from Venetia, the hovering eyes of Farleigh for Oliver’s next slip-up and the instant anger Felix gets at Oliver for not understanding that he wasn’t for the other and just supposed to entertain him.

it was clear that the family seemed to be fascinated with him the same way people would at a zoo or an art museum, staring at the priceless treasures from a distance and never to get as close to them as a handler would

eyes on the prize,…that’s your demise, yeah, you hold me like you’re rushing to my thighs

Oliver’s weird sexual tension with Felix throughout the movie due to that white savior complex

his way in right from the start was Felix’s need to fix him; that power in knowing that he could make him happier than whatever Oliver had now.

honeysuckle and fresh meat / but i’m more than that

the Cattons never saw Oliver to be on their level. Oliver was always told who he was and how to act from the family so much so that they believed his innocent act up until their final moments. he easily weaved himself into a core front of the family in a matter of days really showing that he wasn’t to be underestimated…

playing house to distract me / but you’re no good at acting

thinking back to the scene where Felix is talking to Oliver and Oli mentions that his family has problems and Felix instant shift of posture and interest is such a dead give away

i mean it took Oliver one bat of an eye lash and a smile to find out each individual family member’s deepest darkest secrets and twist them into a control point for his own game.

seeing that at it’s core, the Cattons weren’t anything but forced smiles and money bags of a picture perfect family. such an old money move.

i make them tumble down the hill they climbed / i don’t regret it

using the family to slowly climb up the ranks and then getting rid of them one by one just so he could have it all to himself.

king of the hill moment

show me how far obsession goes / could have been more now we’ll never know

in the end, i am a firm believer that if Felix listened and forgave him then Oliver wouldn’t have given him the poisoned glass.

if he had mentioned that they were still friends but he needed some time to think, Oli would have definitely poured out the glass and un-pretend to be wasted out if his mind to have a better conversation and 'fix' things.

but anyway, Oliver spilling his guts to Felix and still not having that wholehearted love reciprocated really did a number on him which led to the killing no doubt. what they could have had together in the end was only left for one.

i saw a post on here earlier might link if i find it but it was something like “oliver having sex above his grave because he couldn’t ever do anything with Felix unless there was a distance between them” and i couldn’t agree more!

Felix Catton - Spider Web

flexing like pricks with their stolen power / they're just who the spider will eat

not that Felix was flaunting his wealth or his social status, but that was what made him a target to Oliver as well as his desperate need to 'help' him get away from what he thought was his hectic lifestyle

he was gullible enough to believe everything he was told over his own family countless times, and even after finding out the lies he still chose to hide the truth because he didn't want to be seen in a different light to his family.

thinking about that line "you’re kind about everyone, you can't be trusted." so heavily right now.

didn't ask for this dangerous visibility / i'm feeling too scared to sleep

the moment when Oliver spills his guts and tells Felix he did it all just for him. made himself into this character just so that he could get close to him and secure his spot within his life as a friend.

it left Felix visibly staggered as he thinks about everyone else who could have done the same; everyone else he's left high and dry for his attention and the possible lengths they went through to try and get it back in his past.

better off dead than stuck in a maze / the center may seem like a gift

Felix having sex in the maze believing no one would find him there because its a place he knows like the back of his own hand. however, Oliver's interruption makes it known that he is more exposed than he thought.

also to me his death being at the center of the maze and him being the dead center of the family as they all mourn him with such vigor and slowly lose their minds really gets to me.

up all night, bound to their addiction to it / lifeless eyes, they die in the pit of the spider web

Felix's premature death being the root to how Oliver get his 'in'. he was the hub of the web and after his death is when everything truly spiraled into chaos and one by one his family followed him to the grave.

Elspeth Catton - Leeches

leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing

Elspeth my love you dissevered only happiness.

i think we could all agree that the wealth came from her as well as the family’s popularity due to her younger years in life with her career

Elspeth, as we come to find out, has met many influential individuals throughout her life as well as the free loaders.

we hear about the numerous people that have come to Elspeth for favors and help in their troubled time, that really only used her kindness to get into a life of luxury. ( not including pamela )

although it is draining for her, she never openly complains about how helping is a bother for her building up the exhaustion until someone else brings it up.

let all their friends in, the enemy's present

Felix gets his kindness from his mother’s side obviously, thats clear in how she is so inviting with Pamela and Oliver regardless of their circumstances.

i cannot stress enough how i feel like she would have ket Pamela at Saltburn if nothing was whispered to her about how ‘awful’ Pamela was.

she was drawn into the direction of who was the problem in the eyes of others but never her own. thinking about the dinner table scene after finding Felix’s dead body n how Farleigh called out to her to save him instead of pleading his case. he knows she would have saved him like she has before.

how much blood can you draw / with your claws from a flesh that's not yours? / my hands aren't yours, and / gnaw on my bones, no marrow left

honestly hate how Oliver played the long game with her

he found out her routine after Sir James’ death, stalked her, gave her a false sense of home after losing her entire family by his hands and then killed her off and stole all her wealth.

i believe she had the most tragic death and if you want to debate on the argument of ‘innocence,’ she really displayed no evils.

Venetia - Womb

oh the rant im about to do

a seed in mother and I chose that space for me / little does she know it's free, ooh, yeah

the moment i saw her on screen i just knew she had some sort of issue with her mother and boy was i so on the spot

its vague when Elspeth mentions it so i could be completely wrong but i believe Venetia ( and Felix ) was raised by her grandparent ( “my mother always said born masochist” )

i felt that Venetia has wanted to get a rise out of her mother with her sexual activities because she was never given that parental figure she wanted. never been disciplined the way she should’ve as a child or told good from bad.

how Elspeth just dumps out all Venetia’s dirty laundry the moment she meets Oliver and doesn’t seem to care that she’s flaunting herself to a complete stranger. almost encourages it!

its no wonder she’s so close with her brother because he’s shown true spine with her

and I know my brother / he'll make the journey later on / conversations in the cosmos, yeah

if you didnt pick up on the incestuous relationship between Felix n Venetia i don’t believe we watched the same movie.

a lot of what im saying is up for debate but i know that their parents took trips frequently. the casual mention of going to London for Pamela’s funeral was all by chance and if Elspeth hadn't said anything they would have left without a word, and seeing how okay with it Venetia and Felix were gave me so many thought on them.

just being stuck in all of Saltburn by themselves just free to do with the wealth and the space as they please alone together

for years it must have always been them, maybe Farleigh was there on occasion but most of the time its been them.

and i can see with Felix it’s beyond protective brother. no he’s made claim to Venetia the same way he’s done for Oliver and all his past friends.

“i’m used to it, honestly. he never liked sharing his toys. even the ones he doesn’t want to play with anymore.” oh im so sick

at first i had thought Oliver was replaced again but she was referring to herself in this moment and that did it for me.

Felix claiming his own sister for himself, she doesn’t need another males approval because Felix is all she has depended on for her every need why should she stop now even if he doesn't think of her in that way anymore?

why should she go for another when he’s still here? why go through that pain when he’s only ever showed her real happiness?

no one could ever be as impactful as him in her life and whenever someone gets close he cuts them off. i’m gonna climb the walls

feeling alive, the closer that I get to my life / i’m pushing out the center, the core / i’m sweating through the flower no more, no more

Venetia finding her control and power through the means of her own body is sickening to me.

like openly saying how she got molested and her own mother making a joke out of it and offering her to a stranger im so sick and furious right now.

sex being the only way she’s noticed, the only way people will listen to her the way she wants instead of being seen like some fragile beauty like her mother

all of the planning, yet I still feel unprepared / kick and screaming 'cause I'm scared, ooh, yeah

sorry to bring it back to the incest but my god you cannot tell me she doesn’t get at all Felix’s closet friends for the giggles

Venetia is sickeningly scared of losing the one person in the house she’s emotional intertwined to so of course she interjects herself into his relationships the only way she knows how — and it works every time.

getting with all of Felix's best friends to spend more time with Felix as the lover of his closest friends this girl was obsessed

she knows he’ll get mad and she knows she’ll get that parental chiding from Felix but he will never cut her off the way he does his friends because they only have each other in end.

the intimacy between them tells a story only woven by having to embrace one another on a different level then just siblings. they were naked in front of each other sunbathing unabashed like a regular tuesday for fucks sake.

and I know she suffers contractions of hell and death / eyes are bloody screaming out, ooh, yeah

thinking about her final moments with this

bathing in Felix’s bath tub, soaking in his soap, smelling his aftershave on Oliver’s face like second nature, seeing his clothes on another man and feeling so disgusted and yet its so inviting.

she kisses Oliver in the heat of the moment not because its him but because if she closes her eyes and forget for just a moment it would have been Felix.

but of course its not enough and its not the same as having him there alive so she chooses.

a life on earth that's a living hell without the man that makes her whole or to be reunited with him in death. she chose the latter.

Farleigh - Void

it's tastin' kinda lonely / and my mind wants to control me

the self-preserving outcast of the Cattons.

its clear in the script and Archie did such a wonderful portrayal of his emotions because that boy Farleigh was really there for himself.

he had his own back from the get go

he’d be present within all conversation but at the same time watching everyone, pinpoint each and every shift in the pecking order and making sure he doesn’t leave his place in the middle of it all.

no one here but me to judge me

whether it ever was a race thing or if it was just a status thing, Farleigh knew of his own worth and because of it he knew the other couldn’t ever understand him no matter how much explaining would need to be done

then comes in Oliver, the outcast with a need for a approval that he knows will overshadow his own

honestly i never thought he hated him per se, but he knew of his intentions from the start he just underestimated how low Oliver would go to maintain his own position

i’m tryin' to find the doorway / my eyes are starin' at me / and they seem so damn unhappy

his family struggles and pride being his greatest turmoil of all in the movie

seeing how easily the Cattons give away their wealth to complete strangers over their own bloodline must not have been easy, especially having to go and beg for it.

i believe he wanted a way out of it, to find some way to rely on himself to support his side of the family but that wasn’t something be could have easily obtained so the Cattons were his only real option.

pipe down with the noise, i cannot bear my sorrow

Farleigh being the first to notice Oliver for who he is the night of the death and the morning following hurt me so much

if he had more of a backbone to press into Felix and the rest of the family that this nobody can’t get close to them i feel like things would have been so different.

Felix was a family matter, Oliver’s presences wasn’t a needed one especially only having known him for a single term. it was just invading

in that moment of sadness is when it clicked for Farleigh, if not that Oli was the root of the problems at Slatburn he had to be a factor in them

but do to his own emotions he couldn’t find the right way to expose it.

look at the mess i've done, there is nowhere to run, yeah / holdin' a loaded gun, the void

Oliver outing Farleigh in the end to ensure that he was dealt with in his plan. i’m furious

not that anything he was doing the night of the party was right but he wasn’t the only one

the maids scrubbing cocaine from the toilets and tables highlights that plus Venetia and Felix were there too but Farleigh was only trying to fit in and keep his place in the close circle so he joins them. if he were reluctant to or chicken out then he wouldn’t be a toy anymore and that looming pressure of loosing his funding was already enough to keep him chained to them.

but it was never something he could have denied or challenged especially with his history so he had no choice but to leave all his life and behind and get replaced by a nobody.

Sir James - Battle of the Larynx

explained within duo expression.

Pamela - The Contortionist

twisted all my limbs for you / two of them in knots and two of them in loops

poor dear Pamela

she was the only normal person in the entire film with no grudge on anyone or ill intent. literally just need a place to stay to get back on her feet and that is what the Cattons offered but because she wasn't interesting enough to entertain them they tossed her away.

asking her to fetch a made as soon as Oliver enters as an excuse to get her to leave so the conversation could shift onto her

you can tell 'em what you wanted to

Pamela didn't live a life of lavish obviously by her proper nature ( the same persona Oliver pretended to play except you know a genuine one ) so of course the others treated her as entertainment.

Farleigh and Elspeth saying her looks were her only point just a dull flower in bloom

also Elspeth's comment about how she dropping so many hints before it goes so far really bugged me

like the only time they pressed for her to leave was at the dinner when she brought up having found a place and even then it was a half assed 'oh we'll miss you so much'

twisting all my bones like screws / stretching my self-worth, just like you usually do

i think Pamela thought of Elspeth as a friend helping out

then she's suddenly thrusted out of the house without notice, bags already packed and cab fare paid as if her new arrangements had been already settled.

i cannot begin to understand how hurt she might have been in that moment and what could have been the core drive for her suicide but her death really hurt me the most.

DUO EXSPRESSIONS

Oliver & Ventia / Elspeth - Faerie Soiree

mushrooms everywhere i'm turning / laced with love, intensive grooving / they said, they sail / i know how to make you go crazy every day

the spell he casted on both Elspeth and Venetia

had both woman hooked on him trying to draw that hidden side he only expressed to them in secret.

the Oliver that got Venetia to eat again. the Oliver that had Elsepth stunned at his forwardness and thinking of him even after the incident. the Oliver that would have had Farleigh under his thumb if he hadn't went for the kill so soon.

led me astray to the faerie soirée / alone, alone / now i wanna ride with the magic / lose sight of the gravity of home

he was a welcomed distraction to both of them. a change that they hadn't thought would be influential as he was.

given them both an individual false hope - for Venetia it was a man who showed initiative if only for a moment that could toy with her instead of the other way around; for Elspeth it was familiarity he would give her some sort of normal in the now hollow halls of Saltburn.

it is such a shame both couldn't see past the fantasy until it was too late.

Oliver & Ventia - Moon Cycle

...do I really need to explain?

But in all seriousness,

he bit the cherry down, he's delirious / seeing red figures in his mirrors and / acting like a real tough, furious

giving her a outlet for her parental issues

the first man in a while that showed her dominance in a way that had her changing her whole routine

he says he doesn't care, that he's into this / it happens every time the new season hits

Venetia thought Oliver would be different than Felix's other toys that come to Saltburn, but was disappointed once again.

now he kissing on the ground that i walk on / tryna get another taste, but I'm all cramped up

her dumping him right after Felix found out ( thinking Felix had a private conversation with her ) he was eager to fic things but she wasn't going to play a game with another coward of a man.

juice melting like raspberry pomegranate / it's so scary

" no, i wanted to look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? " | " we're all about to lose our minds. "

oh the foreshadowing. Venetia you are too powerful

seeing that version of Oliver ( the one who had her delirious ) the day of the incident. piecing together everything in the end ( you disgusting little nobody. oh my god. you ate him right up. and licked the fucking plate. ) leaving her shocked and broken over what she's done. how close she got close to the cause of it all. frightened by everything

Sir James & Elspeth - Battle of the Larynx

i speak in cursive, i'm poignant, assertive / there's musical chairs in my teeth

Sir ' what i say must be the truth always ' James

thinking about how nothing happens unless he approves. how every order and command that was ever given had went through him first if it wasn't his command to begin with

deciding that Pamela needed to leave, lowering the amount Farleigh's mom gets, cutting Farleigh off after finding out about the drugs, bribing Oliver because he needed normalcy again

and it was all enforced with such urgency too, no question to any of it like he was a general to his soldiers

don't you battle with my larynx tonight / i'll wreck you if you chase me / but i'll be silent 'til you cross the line

Sir James had minimal lines within the movie but whenever he did it held authority.

when something wasn't going the right way he'll interject ( insisting to Pamela at the dinner table that her time was due ) other than that he was silent until called upon

and they talk without thinking / they bark while they're shaking / with teeth that are round and dull

he was the controlling factor within the family and to Elspeth

he knew what was best for her all the time, he knew what she needed all the time, he knew just what to say to get her to listen all the time

i will die on this hill. Elspeth would have let Pamela stay longer if he hadn't said anything to her and she probably would have overlooked Farleigh doing drugs the day of the party if Sir James didn't fight it.

but anyway, James wasn't someone that Oliver could have manipulated, not like the rest of the family so he had to buy time until his death which he got lucky for.

Saltburn would have been unattainable if Sir James hadn't passed really.

Farleigh & Oliver - EVIL

and it felt like bliss, used to miss your kiss / now i'm hop-skip jumpin' over narcissists / ... / now the role is reversed and told you i'ma switch / how you like my spit?

they should have fucked on screen at least four more times your honor

their back and forth. cat and mouse. push and pull. the tension of fighting for the center spot of attention for the family and fucking for dominance would have done it for me

but Oliver had to fuck that up with the email. he could have really controlled Farleigh, lulled him into thinking they should work together for what they want and then hung him out to dry but no Oliver was greedy

the panic in Oliver's eyes though when Farleigh admits to being invited to the party after he thought he got rid of him was priceless

just one foiled seduction after another with him

everything i expressed, i professed / it never quite made it through / ... / no, i won't defend you to all my friends / this time, i refuse

the quips at Oliver's pride. the mentions of getting bored and tossed aside. stating his claim on Saltburn and rubbing it in his face on his birthday. Farleigh played the game well even if he lost it in the end.

if you bite my hand again / i will never feed you, you can call me evil / take it to the grave if you wanna play pretend / i won't be mistreated, please call me conceited

Oliver finding out about Farleigh's private life and family issues and Farleigh's retaliation at karaoke with "rent".

Oliver pointing out their in the same boat offering the mic and how easily Farleigh accepts the mic just like how easily he accepts his role.

shows their difference in it really; Farleigh takes it as it is, he knows what his life has become and what could happen if it ends. and yet Oliver still saw himself as something more to the Cattons and especially Felix.

Farleigh & Ventia - Powder

don't wanna know where you go when you aren't around / i'd rather stay naive, too much to believe

it's past point of no return, when will we learn? / alert me when this shit is over

the acceptance they both have to face in the end. Farleigh in knowing he's been bested and that all his wealth is gone. Venetia seeing how Oliver got to consume her own brother's identity whole and take what was most precious to her.

show me a picture you paint of someone else / lived a double life, wish i was surprised

eyes rollin' back to your head, and i'm wonderin' how / i recognize your face, put it all to waste

will never be the same again knowing that these two died seeing the truth. all the fight was stripped from them piece and left vulnerable to the emotional pain Oliver put them through.

THE CAUSE AND EFFECT

Felix to Everyone - Nymphology

call me your nymph / praise me for martyr, praise me for sin / call me your muse / a sprite or an elf you cry to, then use

Felix was everything to everyone. he could do no wrong as he was the pinnacle; forced on a pedestal he never fought for or against.

everyone wanted Felix. be it to brag about the sex, to have the money or to just let it be known that they were in his circle.

and he lived it up.

he knew the power he had on people and used it how he pleased. ditching his hookups when he got bored, cutting ties with friends that weren't of interest to his close circle anymore.

he knew of the people's infatuation, but no one ever dared to over step a boundary in fear of angering their chosen so he lived like he was untouchable. believed he was on another level to all and got so full of himself he couldn't see the signs of wandering hands getting closer and closer to the unattainable.

i'm not crazy, i'm not wild, you're just stupid, little child / get your image off my back, i'll give you a heart attack

Oliver wanted Felix in both body and mind. the devotion he forced onto Felix, begging and pleading to be his henchman again after being found out.

Felix wanted none of it, the first time ever seeing someone want him on a level of desperate he's never seen and feeling revolted

but Oliver tells it to him the way no one else could, because that is his life. people treat him like a king on his throne and approach in a line offering whatever they can to get his approval. locked in the maze with no guards he was left to see it all as it is.

Oliver to Felix - Pluto / Light Shower but will not elaborate

I think that it's finally time pluto, destroy me / kill me off slowly / i'll bathe in my ashes / rise like a phoenix / show me who I am becoming

Felix bringing Oliver to the point of no return.

cutting him off with dignity for the sake of the family not knowing he made a mistake in judgement.

Oliver not being able to handle being seen, cannot cope with knowing that his infatuation sees his true colors

pluto, transform me / turn off my lonely / i'll sit with my silence / fix all my conflict / show me the demons I'm hiding

yet at the same time, he's free.

he has had his fill of Felix - his fill of the Cattons - whether he wanted to believe it or not.

he had gotten closer than his plan had assigned, so close he's hurt by his own action. crying and fucking his grave as one last show of his 'love' left soaking in the muck.

moving on with no regrets to the next phase of the plan.

Oliver to the Cattons - Milk of the Siren

strangle the fear of deciding / which one's deserving to drown

the montage at the end

Oliver's plan unfolding the moment he laid eyes on Felix. how he watched and waited, studied what would have made him noticeable. Found out his class schedule and he sabotaged his bike, weaved a lie so great that when it was found out he had to die.

tired of silence and being polite / your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night

Oliver hunting the Cattons in the evening. whispers to Elsepth, the peeping tom moments with Felix, following Venetia, fucking Farleigh.

all of it under the moons watchful eye.

don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown / let them drown / let them drown / let them drown

" and you made it so easy. spoiled dogs sleeping belly-up." | " no natural predators. " | " well... almost none. "

nothing wrong with a little havoc (drink from the leche of sirens) / it's fun when shit hits the fan

all the side notes in the script. ( he looks up to see Duncan’s silhouette staring down at him from the hill above. he can deal with that later. )

he had fun toying with them all and becoming the new king. putting all their wealth to a better use than he thought they could.

#please don’t perceive me #everyone in the saltburn tag brought this on and im sorry ( no im not )#just had to rant about it lmao #saltburn spoilers #saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #farleigh start #venetia catton #elspeth catton #sir james catton #poor dear pamela #— to yearn : saltburn

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Hummingbird ~ Colors, Chapter 11 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello, my dear readers! I'm just about two weeks away from graduating, and writing is keeping me sane while I study for finals and writing my last few papers. Welcome to Chapter 11 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction.

This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

*not my gif

Word Count: 1,948

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: scattered mature language, implied smut

Malachai wanted to fall to his knees, take back the words that cut her like a knife. He couldn’t. She’d vanished, and he had no idea where he could even begin to look for her. Kai’s palms were still bleeding, and the blind rage from seconds ago turned into deep regret.

Wiping his hands on the front of his jeans, staining the denim red, Kai forced himself to take a breath and get back into the car. The engine was still running. With a forceful hit against the steering wheel, he let out a heavy snarl of frustration. “What the fuck am I doing?”

Kai knew he’d been an absolute moron; she vanished and took all of his frenzied wrath away. He had been stupidly jealous of someone who had no importance. He slapped his own face a few times, hoping the sensation would wake him up.

Kai maneuvered the car back onto the road, continuing on the path toward their home. As he pulled into the driveway and saw all the lights were off, Kai knew Rosalie wasn’t there. He had no clue where she was. His head fell into his hands, the base of his palms slamming against his forehead over and over and over.

It took him fifteen minutes to get himself together: fifteen minutes of complete silence before Kai’s mind pulled all his emotions together and shut his heart up for a little while. This wasn’t the time to wallow in self-pity.

Nothing else mattered right now. He had to find her.

Malachai drove around for hours, and it was still early in the night. He called her a million times with no answer. He was on the way to the Mystic Grill. Their friends were going after the bonfire, and maybe she’d told someone where she was. Just as he parked, his phone rang. A picture of him and Rosalie lit up the screen, and he rushed to answer.

“Rosalie! Before you say anything, I’m so, so sorry. Please just come back. I didn’t mean it. You know that. I was just being stupid and–” Rose cut him off, and even then, the only thing he felt was relief from hearing her voice.

“I know, Kai. I know. I just need a little while, okay? I’ll come home soon. I’ll be home in an hour or two. Don’t worry about me. We’ll talk then.” Kai let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes and leaning back against his seat. “Okay. Stay safe.”

“I will. I love you.”

The dial tone rang out before Kai could return the sentiment. The phone fell from his hand to the passenger seat, and no one heard his next words. “I love you too.”

Rosalie hung up the phone, shutting the power off. She needed some time to herself, to remember what life was like without Malachai for a little while.

There wasn’t much worth remembering. Unlike Kai, her childhood had been the most peaceful part of her life. Then, she unraveled it all by killing her family in a fire she couldn’t control. Rose hadn’t felt much of anything in the last few years. Nothing but guilt mixed with an eternal numbness.

Kai brought emotions back into her life. He made her remember all of it, made her feel all of it again. Without his humanity, Kai had reveled in his murderous past. She remembered resenting him for it – as much as one could resent their soulmate, anyhow.

Leaning against a boulder, Rose watched the rushing waters of the Falls. She let them send her into a trance as she took stock of her life.

Rose could never resent Malachai, no matter what he said or did. She would always forgive him; one can only survive so long without forgiving themselves or the one they love.

Damon slid over a basket of waffle fries in Kai’s direction, gesturing for him to eat. He poked around them with no desire to eat any. “Oh, stop pouting. This was your first fight. You’ve got plenty ahead of you.” Malachai gave Damon a withering stare, unamused. “Thank you, Damon. Really comforting.”

He left the group, heading over to the bar. Adding alcohol to his mood would be a bad idea, so he just ordered a club soda with lime. Stefan followed Kai, taking a seat next to him. “Let me guess. Damon is an ass, and Stefan comes to apologize on his behalf.”

Stefan pressed his lips together, nodding sheepishly. “Mhmm. That’s how our world goes ‘round.” Kai just shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s been, what, over sixteen decades by now? Don’t you get tired of it?”

“It’s just what we do for people we love.”

What we do for the people we love. The words weighed heavily on Malachai. There was only one person he’d ever loved, and he hurt her beyond measure. He’d given up what he spent his lifetime desiring, and he would do it again. Kai would give up the Coven leadership – all that power – without a second thought for Rosalie.

The words came out of this self-loathing, insecure, envious side of him: something Kai thought he’d left behind long ago. Maybe it never left. Maybe the darkness would forever be a part of him. The darkness may not ever leave, but he needed her. Malachai needed Rosalie to light up the darkness that threatened to consume him. Forever.

An hour later, Malachai parked their car in the garage. Sighing deeply, he made his way inside, not knowing if Rosalie was home or not. The second he stepped through the door, he saw Rose asleep on the couch. The lamps were on, and a blanket covered her halfway.

Walking over to her quickly, he hovered over her, not sure if he should wake her. The trails of tears on her cheeks caused sharp pangs of pain in his heart. He did this, all with his mindless words, words he wished he could take back. Deciding it was best not to wake her after all, Kai tucked a lock of hair behind her cheek.

As gingerly as possible, Malachai placed one arm under her knees and the other under her neck, lifting her gently. She stayed asleep, thankfully, and he carried her upstairs to their bed. He laid her down gently, pressing his lips to her tear-stained skin. “I’m so sorry. I will never hurt you like that again.”

Just as he started to pull away, Kai felt Rosalie’s fingers grasp his wrist. “Malachai…” Her voice was quiet but not broken or hurt. He was eternally grateful for that. He looked back at her, his eyes swimming with remorse. “Rosalie, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. I’m just an idiot. A stupid, jealous, emotionally immature idiot who loves y–”

His words were cut off by her finger pressing against his lips. Rose shushed him, shifting so he’d come to lay beside her. “I know you didn’t mean it. That’s not the part that concerns me.” Though confused, Kai listened and clambered into the bed with her after kicking his shoes off.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said, you were hurt and angry. But Kai, you cannot react that way. Soulmate or not, in order for us to survive, you have to trust me just like I trust you. When I say it was nothing, you have to listen to me.

“Logan was someone I tried to distract myself with years ago. He was human, and I knew he wasn’t my soulmate. But I was hurt and lonely and… once I realized that my feelings for him weren’t genuine, I broke up with him. It was wrong to use him like that.”

True to what Rosalie said, Logan did not have any importance in her life; Malachai felt like she’d been hiding something. No matter if it was irrelevant, she needed to tell Kai for the sake of getting rid of his hurt and confusion.

“Kai, you know me. You know me more than anyone. You understand me in a way that no one else can. Please trust me.”

Malachai swallowed nervously, wrapping his arms around her. He lifted her up, laying Rosalie on top of him. “I do trust you. I trust you more than I trust myself.”

His arms enveloped her, squeezing her tenderly. “I promise, I won’t ever behave like a little boy throwing a tantrum again.”

Rose laughed once, raising her head. Her hair formed a curtain around them. Their lips met, and the candles scattered around the room all sparked to life at once.

After the emotional rollercoaster today, they needed this. In eager yearning, Rosalie’s lips danced with Kai’s. With a swift but tender movement, Malachai turned them, now on top of Rose. Her fingers tangled into his soft brown hair, keeping him close to her.

With a strong, decisive grip, Kai grabbed her left calf, hooking it around his hip. Their limbs meshed together, and Malachai sat up for just a second, tugging off her shirt and his own desperately…

When Rosalie’s eyes opened, still under the cover of darkness, they met Kai’s. He was awake, just looking upon her silently with a gentle smile on his face. She returned the smile sleepily, nuzzling into his embrace. “Why are you staring at me?”

He chuckled a little, perfectly at peace. His lips pressed to her temple. “Because you’re pretty. And I love looking at you. And I love you.” Kai’s left hand came up, stroking her hair soothingly. “It’s still really early. Go back to sleep, baby.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll sleep soon. Sometimes…” Kai’s cheek nestled against the crown of her head, his eyes fluttering closed. “Sometimes I just need to look at you for a little while and remember that you’re here. Remember that you’re real.”

Rose paused, pulling away just a bit to meet his eyes. She remembered the days when she, too, questioned if what they’d found in each other was real.

It had to be. There was proof of it everywhere.

Electricity flowed with every brush of their skin. Life didn’t feel whole without the other by their side. Most of all, they were blessed with seeing colors.

“I’m here, Malachai. I’m here, and so are you.” Kai cupped Rosalie’s face lovingly, kissing her lips. “I know.”

With the sheet wrapped around her, Rose slipped out of bed. She opened the drawer to their dresser, getting two of Kai’s shirts. Tossing him one, she put on the other while Malachai slid on his shorts. He didn’t exactly know why they were getting dressed and not going back to sleep, but he didn’t question it.

“Come with me.” With a gentle voice, Rose held her hand out to him. Kai took it, following behind her obediently. They went down the stairs and through the back door, standing in front of a big willow tree. Malachai watched as she knelt on the ground, using a garden tool to dig into some pile at the base of the tree.

“Rose, what are you–” His voice stopped abruptly. Malachai was no longer a siphon, but he had been one long enough to feel the unimaginable power emanating from the ground. Rosalie lifted this dirty, half-burnt hummingbird toy from the ground.

In complete silence, she stood again, placing it into his hand. With tears in her eyes, Rosalie gave him the greatest gift of all. One drop slid down her cheek. Malachai brushed it away as the sun’s first rays of the day washed over them.

“You shouldn’t have to lose anything.”

~~~

This concludes Chapter 11 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading :)

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Ello! :D your post intrigued me and I’ve had this hc rattling around in my brain since Witchcraft smp started and I’ve wanted to share but I’ve never had the opportunity.

Ok here it goes. When Scott did the magic thing to try to bring the person he want to back back from the dead it summoned Lady Death (which is Mumza cause she is literally death and I hold her in a vice grip). This ruffles her feathers quite a lot and she starts going oof at him, saying how foolish he is for trying to bring someone back from the dead and such. He then explains to her is his reason to why he did it and beg her to bring his love back. Though it is still a foolish endeavor, her heart is softened by his pleas due to her understanding his pain but can’t just bring people back to life; however she does give him the ability to perform the magic needed to back his love back from the dead. In exchange however, Scott has to give a piece of his soul to her and when he dies his soul is forfeit. He accepts and after a very painful handshake she give him the power of necromancy. This left him with stark white hair also she straight up took a piece of his soul and dipped. He later dyed it black cause it gave him a bad feeling but when he does really powerful magic it will turn a lock of his hair white. I have a n e e d to give every single one of my Scott designs a lock of white. Idk why I just think it looks cool :3

Sorry for the block of text, I am quite excited

Scott wasn’t sure how he’d messed up the spell. It was supposed to bring him back—not whoever this woman with the black hair and the fancy hat and the long dress was. He kind of wished he could send her back now—she’d started ranting at him the instant she appeared, and she hadn’t stopped since.

It wasn’t like it was anything new. It was the same thing he’d heard from the townsfolk in his old village, and the same thing he’d heard from everyone else who knew what he was trying to do. “You can’t bring some one back from the dead, Scott! That’s wrong! You’re upsetting the balance, Scott! You’re so selfish, Scott, dragging them back! That’s weird. You’re creepy. Everyone else who did that suffered worse. What, do you think you’re better than them, Scott?”

And you know what? Scott didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore! None of it mattered!

He just wanted him back.

At least he’d done something right to summon this… woman? She had wings, actually, now that he noticed. Perhaps she was an avian?

Oh well. He flipped through his book, trying to find out how to send her away. Her stature left him feeling dwarfed, and he hated feeling small. He also hated being scolded like he was a child.

If only his stupid book would tell him how to get rid of her!

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” The woman’s voice was clipped, clearly annoyed. Scott glanced up at her once before turning back to his book. He needed to send her away now—

“I said—“ a cold presence strayed his throat, stealing his breath. His eyes darted to the woman—she was clearly more than an avian, more powerful than him even. He—he wasn’t sure if he could send her away. “Are you listening?”

“I am now.” Scott snapped, though it sounded more whiny than he’d meant it to, as if he were a little child being scolded by his mother again.

“What are you doing? You’ve got a circle and everything, do you know how dangerous those are? You could bring back something a whole lot worse than me—” She ranted, waving her arms as if to illustrate her point.

“I’m trying to bring someone back, obviously.” Scott answered her, annoyed. Clearly she already knew what he was doing, so why waste her words? He didn’t regret it. Not at all. Not when it could bring him back.

“You shouldn’t. Life and death is something to be taken very seriously, not with this callous sort of carelessness you’re giving it. Those who die do so in their time, and those who live do so in their time.” She sighed, her eyes piercing into his soul. “People can be brought back,” She admitted guardedly. “At great cost—with the disruption of the balance. It’s not smart, though—you’re still young, you still have life left. When you die, you’ll be reunited. But isn’t it worth it to live, even without him? To have your time above the surface?” She beseeched him.

“I know that. I know—I do! I’ve heard it all before. But I can’t—I have to bring him back! I have to. I can’t… I can’t live without him.” Scott’s calm voice was quickly falling apart, his vulnerabilities laid more plain than he’d ever cared to have them be before—more than he’d ever even let him see.

“If you know, then why are you asking?” Her face looked hard as stone before she sighed, and the sharp lines of her face softening. “No, I know why. I can’t, though. Well, I could—but I won’t. There is more at work than you understand, little mortal.” Her tone was soft, but the hard truth in it hurt. He couldn’t give him up. Not yet! He’d barely even tried yet!

“Please. You’re clearly affiliated with death—couldn’t you help me?” He pleaded, all his dignity left to rot in the wake of this one chance, this one person who could bring him back when Scott couldn’t.

“I’d love to help you—I would—it’s not like I’ve never done it before—but that’s not how life is supposed to work. It throws off the balance, and doing it once was quite enough. I can’t risk any more.”

His eyes are wide and pleading, the absence of anything but desperation—a human brought to their last reserves, and, if she was reading his trembling correctly, to his knees also. Pity bloomed in her heart for the small, sniveling creature before her. She’d always been too soft on the mortals.

“…I suppose I could do something. But—no—don’t look at me like that. I can’t do it. That would destroy the balance. But… you could. For a price.”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning the human. This wasn’t smart—giving power over death to a mortal? It was unheard of, and decidedly stupid.

But it could work.

And wasn’t she willing? He’d keep trying even if she said no, anyway, and it’s not like she could (or would) take him before his time.

“I don’t give power freely, and I give favours even less so. Had you not managed to summon me, I never would have done this. Nevertheless—I can give you the power to bring things back from the dead, and to kill them again. It will take practice. Control. Effort. It will take more from you than it gives, and every spell will come at a price. But, one day—one day it can bring him back. If it does depends on you, and how far you’re willing to go. Would you risk that—for him? Would you accept that?” She extended the offer cautiously, eyes searching his expression for any sort of greed. She found none.

The human straightened. He still looked shaky—still looked afraid—still looked hopeless. But he was trying, bless his little heart, to look brave. His expression was determined, resolute; his mind already made up. “Yes,” He agreed, his voice clearly shivering but strong enough to be sure.

“Good, because there’s more. I don’t only have to worry about the balance—the other gods would have a fit if they found out, and I can’t have that, not after… Well, you don’t need to know. I have to make this look like I need you—and for that, I need your soul.”

“You need… my soul.” The mortal spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the words.

“Yes. Just a piece—though it’ll all be mine when you die—relax, I’m not a bad goddess. You’ll be fine. You don’t have to take the deal, though—only if you want the power. Only if you want him back that much.” He seemed to take her words as a challenge, as if she were accusing him of not caring enough. Whatever reservation he had left vanished, and his face set into hard lines.

“Yes. Yes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.” His voice was made of the same steel, his decision set. He would not be changing his mind anytime soon. And if he did—when he did—it would be too late.

“Then take my hand.” She stretched it out almost nonchalantly, her fingers hanging daintily in the air, dangling as if moved by an invisible wind. After all—some of the most dangerous things could be the most beautiful, the most inviting.

The mortal reached his hand out, and took it—a mistake, but one she could forgive. Wouldn’t she have done the same thing?

She saw the moment it hit him, the dark power racing up his hand, into his bloodstream, towards his head. Always towards the head, and then the heart. It was a gift, not a curse, though you might call it one. Curses went for the heart first.

She watched him fall, the power all too much for his small, sensitive little body, and unable to cope with that little something extra—his debt.

That little piece of soul.

She was sure, as she watched him shiver and convulse, that she’d take good care of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Scott heaved himself up off the floor, clutching his hand to his chest. Not that it mattered—the pain was in his whole body, equally miserable everywhere. He staggered around the room before his fingers hit the wall, which he gratefully leaned on for balance.

He glanced around, perplexed to see that the Death Goddess was no longer here. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised—deities go as they please, and she’d already gotten what she wanted.

But he had also gotten what he wanted. Or, almost. He had to learn how to, but… he could bring him back. He could! He just had to…

He stormed out of the room in a fury, ignoring the raging pain that caused. He had to get started, had to start studying—he wanted him back as soon as possible. He’d figure out how to do it, and nothing, nothing would stop him.

He nearly walked right past the mirror before he noticed it. Just a flash in his peripheral vision—something white?

He turned, looking at the mirror with a perplexed expression. His reflection looked back at him with the same expression, the same pale-set face and long robes, the same green eyes and… black…

Why was part of his hair white?

He hurried to the mirror, his hand already reaching up and tugging at it. Why was his hair white? His hair was black, and he was still young. None of it should be white!

Had he spilled something on it? Maybe cast a wrong spell? Perhaps—

A wrong spell.

Scott gasped a little, his hand falling to his mouth.

She’d done this. She’d left him a little mark, just enough to remind him of this deal and what he’d agreed to.

Just enough to haunt him.

He stood there staring for a long time until he moved.

He didn’t have time for this. He finally had the power to bring him back and he wasn’t going to waste it on something this silly.

He shot his reflection a dark look as he walked away. He’d just have to dye his hair back later.

The color didn’t match at all.

And if he was honest… it unnerved him. He hated owing people things; it made him feel vulnerable.

And he owed Death herself his soul.

Perhaps he hadn’t thought this through.

No matter—it would all be worth it when Scott got him back.

#wcsmp #scott smajor #wcsmp scott #i am so sorry this is so late #but it's done!!!#now all the other requests!

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michaelsoft-binbows · 1 month

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creating avery

Quite a while ago, probably over a year before posting this, I asked a friend of mine, to create a fursona for me. We had briefly discussed this beforehand, realizing that we were both furries but never knew for the longest time. The creative process for (at the time) him was rather straightforward, with little creative input from me besides the colors and species. This was fine by me because I trusted him as an artist, and at the time, I was ecstatic with the result.

I would pick the base species, a few bigger details and the colors, with the rest going to my friend to make. Picking dragon to me was an obvious choice, I've loved dragons since forever, and I always tended to play as scalie type characters in games. Then colour scheme was more to not stand out too much, if you love your oc's/fursona's to have blinding neon hair, more power to you! But I just couldn't. With the end result being finished after a couple of weeks of occasional work, the dragon, who would much later be known as Avery was initially brought forward. I loved some of the design elements, especially at the time, the digitigrade legs, the yellow highlights, the larger paws, and the two tone colors were all things I really liked, and the hair pretty closely mirrored myself IRL, so I felt like I could really embody this character.

Unfortunately I am no longer on speaking terms with the original artist for Avery, it was a lot of my anger and emotion that made me lash out to them, and I ended up pushing away a good chunk of the friends I had left. I don't regret it, I needed to get away for my mental health, but I do miss them all a lot. I wonder what they'd think of me now lol, I've changed quite a bit.

addendum - we are talking again after a long time, what funny timing the universe has addendum 2 electric boogaloo - i probably should have included his twitter acc in the original post, but the artists page is https://twitter.com/NeptunicFrog

Anyway, another time, I'll talk about Avery's newer design, that I feel embodies the kind of person (or dragon :p) I am aspiring to be, so I have a long road ahead before I get there. To anyone who reads, however few, thanks for your time. stay safe <3

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redrosesartcabin · 10 months

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10.Scenario: “Tell me of the Nemesis...”

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722532228849139712/double-posting-my-fanfic-now?source=share

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723018023104036864/11scenario-at-the-mountain-lake?source=share

A little bit of angst, though with hurt/comfort

There were some days where Megatron awoke in a somber mood. You could feel it radiating of him and you absolutely despised it. Not because it made you angry, but because it hurt you to see him like that.

You tried, many times, to get him to talk when he got that way, but he would just give you a warning look and you would sigh in defeat, knowing it would just end in a fight with no outcome. So, on days like these, every meal was taken in, in contemplative silence and no body-contact was shared. It was just existing next to each other. The first time this happened, at the end of the day you had said to him. “I’m here for you”, but he only had answered with a mumbled, “I know”, voice cold and blunt, and then had disappeared into the barn again with to further explanation.

Until, suddenly, on one of these occasions, as you two sat outside by the fireplace, eating dinner, he softly spoke, “You know…”, almost making you jump out of your skin. The fork you had been holding in your hand fell with a loud clunk back onto the plate. However, undeterred by your reaction, he continued, “…I used to own my own warship. Had mechs and femmes work under me, groveling on the ground for my mercy and my blessing, even when I stood with my ped on their faces and bodies, crunching them half to death… Sometimes I wake up, knowing I have been brought back to that time in my sleep and I don’t know how to feel, because I regret much of what I did, but something inside of me also strangely misses it”, you just sat there, quietly listening, seemingly waiting for a specific point to be made, so he added, “I miss my ship, do you understand? I miss my people”, he stated, voice wavering and the way he said it almost broke your heart.

You lay a hand on his and simply said, “Tell me of the Nemesis. Tell me what your days were like and how it made you feel”.

At first, Megatron didn’t seem to follow the request, but then began to speak, suddenly letting everything flow out of him:

“There wasn’t much sleep for me to be found. I worked almost around the clock, ordering my minions around to find relics, fight Autobots, resolve issues in the ranks and so on and so forth. Our life here feels like a long-needed vacation to be honest, yet sometimes I long to have so much to do again, having so much power- And I loved my ship, you know? It had been built within what I would guess is what humans call a decade, back on Cybertron shortly before it fell. I called it ‘The Nemesis’, honestly just because it sounded epic, and in a way I and my troops were Nemeses to somebody else, and I had been a Nemesis to somebody a good chunk of my life when I was still a Gladiator in the pits of Kaon. I was branded the enemy since my youth and now I wore it like a second armor, it became my ingrained identity for many thousands of years to come. I think in a way it is what shaped me into the tyrant I had eventually become. That is no excuse of course, I know that, and I am not trying to excuse, but still, I believe it is worth mentioning.

“The Nemesis was built off the best technology on Cybertron. The Decepticons had always been further ahead with technology than the Autobots. Though not really thanks to me, or if anything only indirectly. The tale that I had spun and the words I spoke that inspired, had attracted just the right kind of people, like Shockwave. I have told you of him, right?”, you nodded, “Good- he was, until the very end, one of my most loyal followers, which, as you may recollect of other times I have spoken of this, was not very usual. Most bots in my ranks (except my vehicon soldiers) were power-hungry back-stabbing little scraplets (especially my good for nothing second in command Starscream) that wanted to find any excuse imaginable to write me off as dead or if I was well and alive, they tried to assassinate me. How I survived so long is absolutely beyond me and I should have died even long before Bumblebee had stabbed me in the spark-“

“Excuse me who did what to you? And you didn’t die?”, you suddenly interrupted, putting the plate aside and standing up, outraged.

“I never told you that I already died once?”, he asked much too calmly, even having a small smile tucking on the corners of his mouth.

“NO!”, you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air, “WHAT THE HECK, MAN!”

“Calm down, sweet spark”, he rumbled and somehow, the way he said it immediately let the anger flow out of you, pit pattering down your nerves until your legs gave away, and you sat down again with a heavy huff.

“Bumblebee”, he explained, “Was- or I highly assume still is- one of the finest scouts and soldiers in the Autobot ranks and had been a pain in my aft ever since his youth where he had joined them after his apprenticeship in the academy had been completed. Once, we managed to capture him and when he refused to speak, I tore his voice box out of his throat, though even with that ruthless deed I had always wished I had killed him, later on, throughout the years, when he turned out to be as skilled as he is”, you couldn’t help but cringe a little at that retelling, but it came as no surprise anymore. War was a beast that had the power to create monsters, even those that started with a noble cause as Megatron once had. The power-hungry beings he had wanted to overthrow became ingrained in himself until he wished for the same power. The oppressed becoming the oppressor.

“…And well then”, Megatron kept speaking, “At the battle of the second Omega Lock, where Optimus and I once again fought over who would revive Cybertron, it seemed Bumblebee had come to an end, falling into the substance of the Lock, with a deep hole in his spark. But apparently, the essence within the Omega Lock seemed to have revived the scout and even repaired his voice box. He yelled something I should remember but I do not, though I know for a fact it was a cry of pain, of revenge and of victory- for my defeat had come: The scout had previously tried to safe the blade of Prime and intended to throw it over to Optimus. Hence his previously thought demise… he had scarified himself for the blade for it to not get into Decepticon hands. The blade had been in his very grasp when he had fallen, and so it was once again when he struck it right through my chest as I stood with my back to the Lock. All I remember then was pain and anguish and I died… only to wake up later, on the grounds of your oceans, possessed by Unicron”

“So that’s how Unicron was capable of doing so”, you concluded with a whisper, not ready yet to digest the rest of his retelling beforehand, “But why did you not go to your proper God? Why didn’t you properly die?”

“Because Unicron was my God now, his blood having flown through my veins once”, Megatron explained a little agitated at the memory.

“Oh, your drug issue”, you said, “I remember”

“Don’t call it that”, Megatron sighed with an eyeroll.

“Oh please”, you huffed, but didn’t say anything further, though neither did Megatron.

Instead, you sat next to each other again in a rueful silence.

“What was it like, to die?”, you asked after a while.

“I don’t know”, he said, “Perhaps one can explain it to be like liberation, but that would be wrong to say as a general explanation. It was only for me because I died so painfully- and eventually it wasn’t liberating either, just for some time. I must’ve been stuck in a limbo for a while that felt like a dreamless sleep before Unicron informed me I wouldn’t go to join the Allspark, though I hope I shall do so when my time has come for good, now that Unicron’s spirit is imprisoned where once the spirit of Primus was- But anyway: Life is much better, I believe. At least if you make something of it, which you have shown me how to do.”

That made you involuntarily smile, especially with the genuine smile he gave you in return.

“Thank you for speaking to me finally I… I can barely stand it when you have those days”, you said, admitting your pain to Megatron.

“I am so sorry. I did not ever wish to hurt you. Not you, ever.”, he whispered, unable to speak any louder without his voice box cracking.

“It’s ok”, you assured him, “Loving someone also means taking some of their pain. Shared pain is half the pain, as my parents always say”.

“Am I really worth that?”, he asked you, truly unbelieving.

You kissed the part of his arm you could reach, nodded with tears welling in your eyes and answered, “Every second, my lovely Megatron, every second.”

#megatron transformers #megatron #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #tfp post predacon rising #tfp transformers prime #some other autobots and decepticons mentioned #transformers #transformers fanfic #megatron fanfic

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amchara · 1 year

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Hideaway (Stella/Beatrix)

Stella of Solaria, Beatrix of Eraklyon (Stella/Beatrix, Stellatrix)

Wordcount: 1,157 words

Rating: Teen

Summary: Post-Season Two, Beatrix has been brought back, albeit with complications… but this might be the push that get her and Stella to finally admit their feelings for each other.

Notes: Taking a breather from my main TSC fixation to focus on my poor, cancelled-before-it's-time magical girl show and the fantastic potential that was Stellatrix. 😔

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She can still taste dirt at the back of her mouth. Disgusting

Beatrix lights another cigarette, and idly watches the tendrils of smoke wisp away into chilly air, into a clear evening where the stars shone bright above.

The press of earth weighing on her. Muffled voices speaking rapidly but rapidly becoming clearer. A magic breath forced, unwillingly, into her lungs. A desperate thud as her heart stammers back to life.

The breeze picks up, blowing the dead leaves littering the balcony floor around in a swirl. She leans forward slightly from her perch, watching as a few escape to the distant ground below.

“What are you doing?”

Stella’s voice as always, precise and full of underlying command, implicit that whoever was about to answer would do so, immediately.

Beatrix doesn’t turn. She blows out another smoke ring and traces it with her fingers.

“Cats are supposed to have nine lives. When they come back, I wonder if they have the urge to test that theory again.” She stands up, watching as ashes fall, winking out as they disappear into the darkness.

“Get down from there,” Stella hisses. “You are not a cat.”

Beatrix moves along the narrow beam, and hops down lightly, in front of the other girl. She drops her cigarette and rubs it out.

She raises her chin up, meeting cool blue eyes that somehow, confusingly, radiate a heat which she’s seen often, having cultivated it before, usually among Specialists.

Her traitorous heart almost skips a beat.

Stella is wearing some ridiculous floaty magenta silk nightgown, because of course she is, with a light housecoat wrapped around. As Stella hugs herself, Beatrix wills herself to keep eyes upwards, to not draw attention to the other effect the cold air is having on Stella, almost exactly at Beatrix’s eye level.

“No. I am not a cat,” she replies. “But I am allowed to occasionally leave the fucking house, right? At least within a certain distance.” She tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice but some slips through.

Stella’s eyes soften. “I know it must be hard but… we think we’ve almost found a solution that will keep the spell working beyond the property boundaries.”

“Joy, I can’t wait. Or maybe you’ll stumble onto a proper resurrection spell that will keep my heart beating permanently?”

The empty feeling and the blackness closing in. Waking up back in the kitchen, her head in Stella’s lap, Sky looming awkwardly, her sisters crowded around, taking her pulse and muttering to each other. Being told that there was a slight… problem to the plan and they’d have to stay to figure how they could keep her alive beyond their powers’ boundaries.

Stella’s lips thin. “I hope so,” she says quietly. Her head turns slightly to the open door back inside, and the quiet darkness. They appear to be the only ones awake out of their wannabe circle of necromancers.

Beatrix gives her a bright smile. “Well, in the meantime, I’ll just contemplate my mortality, shall I?” She waves a hand. “And don’t mind me but if this resurrection is just temporary… for a little while, I’d rather enjoy the breeze on my skin, and a cigarette.”

She instantly regrets the flippancy as Stella’s eyes shutter down, and she nods. “Of course-” And close enough that her silk flutters across Beatrix’s skin, as she leaves her, the night once again seeming dark and endless.

Beatrix stands outside for a few minutes. She weighs up the pros and cons, before swiftly following Stella inside.

She’s never been one to hesitate before. Why start now?

Stella isn’t back in her bed but instead is sitting in an armchair, reading a heavy tome. She’s backlit by a nearby lamp and Beatrix takes a moment to imprint the delicate halo of hair, the shadows touching her jawline, the grace in every single fucking movement of the Solarian princess, into her memory.

In some ways, Beatrix hopes her stay is temporary. Really, it’s embarrassing how caught up she is. Or maybe dying makes a girl particularly horny.

Stella looks up as she enters, and whatever she’s about to say, appears to get caught in her throat. She just looks at Beatrix steadily. Waiting.

“You said… I had you. And I know that I fucked up. We’ve gone over that,” Beatrix says carefully. She takes a few steps inside Stella’s room. Waiting for the admonition of transgressing into an area she’s not welcome.

It doesn’t come and she feels emboldened. “Not fully sorted it out, I know. But… I might not be here for long.” She’s made her way across the room and this time, she’s the one looking down at Stella.

“Don’t say that.” Stella’s voice is low and harsh.

Steeling her nerve, she slides onto Stella’s lap. There’s a moment of fear, like she’s taken a step off steady ground but almost like clockwork, she feels a reassuring arm around her waist, steadying her.

“What are you doing?” Even as she questions, Stella’s hands are tightening, grounding her. She leans forward and their foreheads touch, and in the quiet she can hear their breathing pattern align.

“I can taste it still in my mouth. The grave dirt.” She feels a quiver in her response and hates it. But it appears to have had the desired effect on her target. She lets her fingers drift upwards along Stella’s arms, along her collarbone- along her jawline.

Beatrix pulls back, watching Stella’s breath hitch. “Bea…” Her fingers lift to push strands of hair back from Stella’s face and there’s a slight shiver as Beatrix tucks them behind her ear.

“Help me feel alive,” she whispers. “Even if it’s just for tonight- if it’s all the time I have.”

There’s the slightest chuckle from Stella, and her grip slackens. “Even after everything- you choose manipulation,” she says, shaking her head and there’s a disappointed twist to her mouth.

And Beatrix feels the endless night press in, outside that warm lamplight glow. “I didn’t-” she protests.

But even as she tries to extract herself, Stella raises a hand and almost roughly, pulls by the nape of her neck, towards her. Their gaze meets.

“Please, I know your tricks. But I also-” Stella’s eyes are burning bright. “I don’t care. Because I-” she shakes her head. “I missed you . And I’ve gone through hell, bringing you back, so far. And we will get you back. All the way.” Her voice is fierce. “But in the meantime. Just ask me. ”

Silence dominates the room. And then Beatrix whispers. “Kiss me. Please, Stella.”

She feels the sweetest relief as their lips meet; in a chaste kiss that quickly deepens into something more. And if it doesn’t quite chase away the cold tendrils of the grave, it’s at least a temporary balm. Beatrix relaxes into Stella’s embrace, a sensation of having won a prize she had been chasing for a long time.

#fate the winx saga #stellatrix #ftws s2 #stella x beatrix #beatrix x stella #my fanfic #winxsource #ftws fanfic #fate fanfic

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pumpkachubby · 2 years

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Buried feelings

It’s been a while since last time I posted a new episode but here we are back at it! This time we have a chapter focused in Crescente and Guester, where what was supposed to be a lesson in magic quickly turned to the unexpected.

(from now on all new chapters will be acompanied by a map showing who will be featured and where, since many people will be traveling all around Galar)

Make sure to check the Story Archive for past chapters!

I can’t say that my relationship with Guester is bad, but until now we never really had a chance to connect, we are more like acquaintances than actual friends, if it wasn’t for Koh and Petrov we probably would have never meet each other and yet, here we are, alone in a meeting room of the Obsidian Guild.

And I’m pissed off at him.

Koh asked me to help him with his current interest in magic, according to my mother he has great potential in plant-based magic (although almost every plant-type hybrid like us has it, it’s hard to master, even harder than training to use the pokemon moves of our individual species) and since I really need a distraction from my own problems I said yes without giving it much thought… and oh boy I am regretting it.

“Can you please stop that?” - I shouted, making him drop the thread he was trying to pass through his absurdly large needle, but he immediately went back to it.

“What’s wrong? I told you I lost my witch hat to that damn corviknight, so I’m trying to make a new one!”

“Where should I start…” - I said, taking off my glasses and rubbing my eyelids in frustration- “Do you see me wearing a witch hat? Don’t you think there must be a reason behind it?”

“...Fashion sense? No offense but until now you have always been wearing that boring barista outfit, if it wasn’t for your scarf you wouldn’t stand out at all…” - He replied without looking at me. It's been like this since Koh brought him earlier today. I tried to give him some basic guide on the magic he claims to be interested but all he has cared for is that stupid hat that he really, REALLY shouldn’t wear.

I took a deep breath to control my urges to strangle him with my scarf, murder is illegal after all, even if he just dragged my fashion sense in the floor. I stepped closer and tried to make…. a more direct approach.

“You know the difference between pokemon powers and magic, right?” - I asked, touching the fabric he was trying to sew ,in an act that would make Koh crawl in pain, without even properly cutting it in the proper shape of a hat.

“Aren't they basically the same?” - He replied, trying to get it away from me, but it was too late, I was already holding it tight. -“I mean, both are powers that come from within us, right?”

“Correct, but they are very different. Pokemon powers and abilities are very limited to our types, and human cannot learn to use them, but magic isn’t, you see…” - I said as I set on fire the fabric on my hand, although you would say it looked more like it was disintegrating in sparks, quickly reaching his hands, making him step back in shock - “... there are no limits on what you can learn to do with magic.”

Guester stood there in awe, now that I think about it it was probably the first time he had seen me use magic. Sure everyone had come to the coffee shop while lost ghosts gather at night but he in particular never saw me do anything practical like this. After a few seconds he finally spoke again.

“That was… SO COOL!!!” - He said jumping in excitement - “I wanna do that too!”

“You will if you are willing to listen and learn…” - I replied, walking back to my original seat. - “Honestly why aren’t you paying more attention? You show genuine interest and yet all you have done is ignore my lesson…”

“Well… because you are boring.” - He said with no hesitation, looking straight into my eyes.

“E- Excuse me???”

“Yeah, and I already know all of that plant stuff, mom taught me. Do you realize you are trying to teach about plants to a person who, quite literally, was born in a greenhouse? I learned all that before I even knew how to read…”

“I didn’t know that! Also, what do you mean I’m boring?? I’m trying my best to make it interesting!”

“Well… I wasn’t talking about the lesson when I said that…”

My scarf quickly grabbed him by the legs, holding him tight upside down mid-air. Did he not realize that I can literally destroy him in as many ways I want if I felt like it? I can’t understand him at all! But I needed to calm down, he is a precious friend of my boyfriends, and way too many people know we are both here after all.

“What the hell do you mean by that, uh?” - I said, looking at his sad upside-down face, probably just noticing how he just insulted me.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it! I always thought you were boring! You are always stuck at home, even after your mother came back and did the renovations, with the excuse of having to take care of the shop, yet you don’t really have to do much there besides a couple of very specific nights per month. You have all this power and yet you don’t want to use it! And you know what I will say it: I don’t get what Koh and Petrov see in you! They should have just been a couple and I would have been able to mo-” - He said, suddenly covering his own mouth with his hands, quickly getting flustered and it wasn’t because of his current position.

I had to sit down.

I should be angry, but deep down I agreed.

“... what?” - I asked - “Listen, I’m- I am aware I’m not the most interesting person around, but I just like the way things are, I don’t… do well with changes… and I’m the first person to notice that if I wasn’t around they probably would have ended up together sooner, I’m very aware of that and believe me I don’t know why they are with me either… I…”

“Sorry…” - He apologized, trying to rub my head but only managing to mess with my hair - “It’s just… how to say this… Petrov was my…” - His face was red as a tomato so I pulled him down, he quickly grabbed another chair and sat in front of me. - “Is there… is there any magic you have to conceal this room?”

“Done” - I said as I lifted a finger, creating the most powerful barrier I knew. There was a conversation we needed to have right here and right now. - “What’s up with Petrov?”

“I hate myself for this, I really do” - He said, clenching his fists - “But when you three got together I… was so jealous…”

“Why? Aren’t you happy with Harold?”

“I am! I trully am! I want to live my life along his side!... But, how to say this…”

“Calm down, just be direct.”

“Ok… - He replied after a few seconds in doubt, taking a deep breath - “Petrov was my first crush, I realized I liked boys because of him, you could say it was love at first sight. Back then when he was a small and slim insecure pumpkaboo, I fell hard for him, but he never corresponded with my feelings, and I’m quite sure he never even realized it…” - He declared abruptly, at the border of tears, I quickly jumped to hug him because I knew that feeling too well. - “I don’t know why! I tried really hard but he never realized it! Hell, even Rompt noticed it and he is probably the most useless when it comes to relationships and emotions, but Petrov, he just… never looked back at me in any other way than a friend, so at a certain point I decided to move on, I even had something with Rompt for a year, and while the sex was fantastic we decided it was best if we would remain as friends when Petrov came back to town and-”

“Wait wait a moment, you just dropped a lot of information I wasn't aware of… You and Rompt?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t my first boyfriend but we dated for almost a year after he and Koh broke up.”

“WAIT WHAT!??”

“Ups” - He said, stopping halfway getting up from his chair to leave the room, probably remembering he asked me to put on a barrier.

“Have everyone in this friend group had secret feelings for each other this whole time and I didn’t know anything at all?”

“Oh me and Rompt had more than feelings, Horacio should be grateful because he was so messy when we started, but I had way more experience in bed so I taught him well.” - He said so proudly you wouldn’t believe he was about to cry minutes ago - “You really need to work on your perception, don’t you know any spells to boost it or something?”

“Ok, I think you have dragged me enough already, let's keep the focus on you. So, you were jealous because Koh and I got into a relationship with him yet he was never able to see you as a potential boyfriend?”

“Exactly! And I know how messed up that is! And yet why do I feel this way?”

“Well I think it's normal, seeing someone achieve something you wanted for years and give up will always hurt a little. All you can do now is focus on your present and future. It's not like you have romantic feelings for him left, right?”

“Oh yeah, haha. Sorry for dropping such a bomb out of nowhere, it’s been a weird couple of days, I’d be lying if I said I’m not a bit resentful to Harold, I love him but he can be a bit too stubborn, including his stupid bird that steals hats… Why did it do that? It’s not even shiny!”

“That’s normal, it is a corviknight after all. Historically they have always been in good relationships with magic users so they don’t take such offenses lightly.”

“Offense?”

“Yeah! The reason why I don’t wear a witch hat is because it’s an important sign of status in our society, if you receive one it means that you are a fully matured sorcerer, it’s not just a costume, it’s quite literally a manifestation of our power and wisdom in us hybrids.”

“Like an evolution?”

“Yes, normally we don’t mind when children wear them as a costume, but when an apprentice does… you should be glad you are not part of a formal academy, you would have been expelled at best.”

“That sounds… dangerous… Sorry, I’m really sorry I really didn’t know, I mean the only witch I know is your mother and she wears it quite often.”

“Don’t worry, she is a mismagius and they have a natural gift for magic. It’s fine, if I have learned something about you today is that you get carried away way too easily and hard at the same time, you really need some self-control, I don’t know what would have happened if you had told Harold about this…”

“Oh he is fine, he knows. Do you remember the day we forced you to talk about your feelings for each other? I told him all about it that same night…”

“Then why are you trying to be so secretive about it?”

“Because it would be a problem if someone overheard it in this place, don’t you think? Better be safe…” - I had to agree with him on that, while I’m sure most of the staff are trustworthy, we are still new to this environment. - “Oh, but I won’t apologize for calling you boring by the way. I may need some self-control but you need to learn how to let loose more, you can’t live without change! Life isn’t that simple, right? There are many things we can’t control, like your current weight situation.”

“Wow you really went for my throat, didn't you?”

“I can do it better. You are a spoiled brat, you have everything and yet you decide to stay in mediocrity, even when your mother quite literally pushed you out of your house to have more experiences in the outside world you haven’t gone out of the guild building for anything else than trying to find food to get back on shape, don’t you? Do yourself a favor and get out of your comfort zone for once!”

“But-”

“No buts! We are going to make you get that witch hat!”

“Wait, what?”

“You said that only mature witches get one, right? Then I think having an apprentice will help you with that!” - He declared proudly - “And who knows, maybe you will find a way to get your body back in shape.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” - Said Petrov from outside the room, opening both doors and having to kneel down a little to get inside the room.

“Woah Petrov you really have become huge!” - Reacted Guester by seeing his old friend for the first time in a couple of days- “Wait, didn’t you had a barrier?” - He asked, looking at me.

“Yeah… and it was strong enough to resist a hyper beam… did I become rusty?”

“Oh babe don’t worry about it, it wouldn’t be the first thing I break without realizing in the last couple of days after all…” - Said Petrov scratching his head - “And well, your mother did say you need to work more on your magic… Now that I think about it, weren't you supposed to study plant magic? what are you doing inside a dark room?”

“He is right! We need to be in contact with nature!” - Replied Guester, quickly grabbing me by the hips and hanging my slim body to his left shoulder - “I will have to borrow one of your boyfriends for a couple of days Petrov, I promise I will take good care of him!”

“I know you will, and if you get into trouble don’t hesitate to call me, ok?”

“Of course!” - Replied my captor, happily running away from the building and into the wild area, he didn’t let go of me until it was very late and he realized we forgot to bring any camping equipment, thankfully I knew how to improvise with magic.

I wonder how far this adventure will take me, but at least now that I’m closer to Guester I can be more positive about it, and who knows? Maybe he is right and I will find a way to cure me.

#guester the gourgeist #Crescente the gourgeist #oc story #petrov the pumpkaboo

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