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lonelystarrs · 1 year

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He’d Never Admit It…

You hated Gojo Satoru and he had a funny way of making it up to you.

♡ part one ♡ part two ♡ part three ?

Senior high school Gojo x FemReader

Warnings: 18+ NSWF . Bullying . Gojo being annoying . Oral receiving (fem) . Sexual Theme. Minors DNI.

God you hated him.

The worst part is Gojo Satoru knew this.

He knew he bothered you and he used it to his advantage, his constant teasing and taunting, his ability to pop up wherever you were with timing that was almost suspicious. He knew when to appear, he knew how to push your buttons and he loved it.

Winding you up was enjoyable for him. He’d done it since he met you when he was sixteen and you got paired together for a small project. Even now at eighteen he wasn’t showing signs of letting up on what you’d call bullying, he was sure he’d miss it when you both finished senior high school, after all this was your last year so he was determined to carry it through until the end.

He’d pull your hair in the corridor, your head jerking back and almost falling backwards from the sudden unbalance, your arms would fly out in front of you as to try to balance yourself again. Sometimes he’d tug so hard you would fall back on your ass by his feet, he’d lean over you with his hands in his pockets. He could have caught you -but he never did.

“I’m handsome from all angles right?,”

“What’cha doing down there?”

Would be his way of acknowledging it, of taunting you about it knowing full well it was his fault.

Thankfully you rarely did fall. More often you’d spin around he would also look around suspiciously like he was trying to find the source that did it.

“Did you see that? It disappeared around the corner!”

“I know that was you asshole!”

Gasping dramatically his hand flew to his heart, faking a pained expression at your accusation and insult.

“It was not! I’d never do such a thing, the only time I’m gonna pull your hair is if I’m behind you and-“

“-Shut up!”

You’d sputter loudly storm off flustered and he would cackle, you’d hear it even over your own stomping because it was the most obnoxious noise you’d ever hear in your life. 80 year old you would still stand by that you were sure of it, this pricks laugh would haunt you forever.

“Yo Satoru, picking on the weak again?”

You’d hear Geto as he joined his friend, after all he was never far behind. He’d let it happen even if he thought Gojo was going too far, even if you ended up with tears glistening in your eyes from Gojo telling you that you were weak and should give up. But Suguru never seen that Satoru wasn’t far behind to wipe the tears away in his own way.

You hated that he worked his way under your skin in a way that made you rattle on the inside until you physically felt like you were going to burst. How the combination of hate and frustration rose you to a level of frustrated need only he could give you. He’d wind you up to the point of tears only to kiss them away and lull you into releasing your emotions on him.

You hated those blue eyes that everyone loved -that everyone worshiped. You hated them even as they peered at you over the rim of his glasses, that were currently steaming up from his breath fanning against your clothed core. His tongue working a circle around your clit as his large hands pushed your skirt up to your hips.

“See? You’re so wet you sooo wanted this. Annnnnd y’wore these pretty panties knowin’ they’re my favourite on you~! So risky wearing these to school all f’me.”

“I-I didn’t wear them for you!”

“Oh? Y’wanna let all the other students to see what a slut you are wearing these during classes huh?”

“S-Shut up asshole!”

Gojo chuckled, feeling it vibrate on his tongue against you as he gave an opened mouth grin, blue eyes dancing in amusement.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out in annoyance, the hand in his hair gripped as you pushed him against you again, the legs over his shoulders resting down his back pressed him forward muffling his laugh. -He loved it when you stood up against him like this, took control and almost made him into a little pet. Maybe it was a phase he was going through as being dominated wasn’t his thing, after all he had a god complex and liked being known as one of the strongest around.

But there was just something about when you took the reins like this, it kinda made him feel better for upsetting you. Maybe it was a silent apology for pushing you too much again, maybe it was him saying that even though he is your source of upset that he can be the one to also be the source of your high.

He’d make you feel better, he’d always make you feel better.

He’d carry on teasing you everyday until you got so angry it would crumble into this situation -on the desk in your class room, in janitor cupboards or anywhere he could pull you in that was risky because he was cocky about it.

Your makeup had smudged slightly at your eyes from you crying earlier, his cheek still stung from the slap to his face and the hollowing of his chest over seeing you crying hadn’t quite left yet.

But it always got you where he wanted you -between your legs whether that be his face or his own hips nestled against yours watching you cry out under him.

Pushing that silly little skirt up to your waist, opening your shirt just enough to pull the flimsy bra down to suck on a nipple, just enough to watch one bouncing with each thrust.

He’d never tell you he lost his virginity to you, he’d never tell you that each time with you meant something and he’d never tell you that he’d hit himself internally for how he treated you.

He knew what he was doing but he just couldn’t stop.

You made him feel awkward, you made him feel insecure and you made him think things that contradicted his outer personality everyone knew him for.

The fact he was jealous today because he seen a guy flirting with you at the end of class, it annoyed him that he heard you say you were single, that no you weren’t dating Satoru because what idiot would.

So Gojo waited by the door watching the students pour out, his arms crossed, one leg bent with a foot pressed against the wall he leaned on and a frown on his face. You always were last out of the room because you hated crowds, when you appeared he span, grinning at you with his arms leaning on the door way blocking you from leaving.

He seen your face drop.

“Sooooo,”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push past him, he blocked again by swaying his body in whichever side you tried to leave from.

“Move Gojo, I don’t have time for you.”

Gojo hummed and lowered his arms walking at you, making you step backwards.

“M’sure you can find some time like you made for dipshit earlier,”

You sneered at him rolling your eyes,

“Jealous Satoru?”

“Pft, over a lil easy school girl like you? Nah, c’mon I have plenty of options.”

His eyes widened when your hand hit his cheek, he wasn’t even looking at you but over your shoulder shocked that you actually had just slapped him.

His gaze shifted slightly to look at your face, tears brimming in them and he felt somewhat guilty for thinking they always looked so pretty like that. You were trying to glare at him but it was difficult to combine it with holding back your upset.

He felt even guiltier than his dick hardened in his pants at the slap, the sting fired across his skin and a foreign rush ran through his body. New link -unlocked.

“Do it again,”

His voice lowered and he watched your eyes widen in confusion, the tension leaving them so a stray tear could finally fall and hang from your cheek.

“W-what?”

“Slap me again,” he replied quickly and firmly.

You’d tried to fight him but he easily walked you backwards until your legs hit a desk, a random one in your mind.

Gojo knew it wasn’t, he picked this desk particularly because this desk was the guy who was asking about you.

The whole spur of jealousy was what lead to this.

But he’d never admit that to you.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming Go-fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

Satoru grinned against your lace panties as he sucked on your clit through them whilst rolling his tongue.

“Yeah? Gonna leave a mess over this desk pretty? Think you should leave a lil’message for’em tomorrow.”

Your hips lifted but he followed, making sure to wrap his lips around your clit and suck, his thumbs massaging your hips trying to keep you in place. His blue eyes drinking in as you leaned your head back one hand gripping the chair until your knuckles turned white, your other hand gripping his hair and pushing him into you. Your head falling between the space of the desk and chair.

Your back arched from the desk and he couldn’t help but skim his hands up your sides to grip them, thumbs now massaging small circles just under your ribs as his fingers rested in the arch of your back. Your hips started to roll and he knew to soften up his tongue so you could ride out your orgasm better, easing you down from your high instead of letting it just slip away.

He watched your tits rising and felt your ribs contracting as you let out soft sighs at his almost uncharacteristically considerate actions. -his silent apology was being like this with you, slowly dragging your orgasm out by lightly rolling his tongue on your clit. - wanting you to remember how good he could make you feel, that it wasn’t all bad because he knew his behaviour would upset you again tomorrow.

He felt your hips give the first twitch of over stimulation and he backed off, placing a kiss to your clit before looking down at the gradual wet patch appearing as your hole clenched around nothing.

Gojo frowned, perking his lips to a pout realising your underwear was in the way ruining his plan, hands moving down quickly he gripped the sides of your panties and pulled hard.

The sound of fabric ripping caused you to shoot your head towards him wide eyed at his actions.

“The fuck are you doing? Gojo!!!”

Your hands scrambled to his but he slapped them away with one hand, the other stuffing your panties into his pocket.

Your legs over his shoulders kicked at his back in an attempt to straightened yourself up.

Swiftly he shifted, using a large hand to pin your hips down by pressing on your stomach and the other towards your dripping hole, he circled it with his thumb watching the clear cum slowly spilling from you.

“S’not messy enough,” he whined, whilst pushing his thumb in feeling your clench around him and hands on his head trying to push him away.

“Looks like we gotta get another outta ya!”

The next day went it’s usual course, he’d find you first thing in the morning with Geto beside him and he’d tease you like he meant it. He’d watch the heat creep over your cheeks because you always got flustered the day after anything happened between you both, it would disappear gradually until you got angry again.

Gojo sat at his desk man spreading as usual, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he leaned across the table, consumed by boredom already and first class hadn’t even started.

“The hell is this on my desk?”

Brilliant blue eyes side glancing at the very guy who was asking about you yesterday.

“Man, what is that? Someone spill their juice on it or somethin’?”

“-Yeah maybe! It’s kinda sticky and smells sweet.”

Oh you really were sweet, one of Gojo’s favourites sweets in fact and it made burying his face between your thighs so pleasant.

Something else he’d never admit to you.

Satoru leaned back in his seat, swinging his arm behind it and twisting so he could look at you sat at the back with your face in your hands.

Whipping his phone out his thumbs moves quickly on the screen to send you a text and he enjoyed watching your face fall reading it, heat rising to those cheeks in a dusty pink.

Turning to glare at him whilst throwing him the finger.

Satoru > I told ya! You taste sweet! :p

God you hated Satoru Gojo.

Part two > here

#gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo smut #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader

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rookfeatherrambles · 3 months

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doing this again. What if an au where Jon is neglected by his grandma. Not like, severely, he's still fed and clothed and given books and goes to school but she's ... not affectionate. not loving. What if that makes him really lonely in a very deep and hard to see way? What if one day he decides to run away, take his little red boat to America. Surely there will be people to love him in America! He packs a bag, and his whistle and lots of water and then casts off, and just. Floats off into the ocean. He thinks its a good idea. For about the first five hours, when land is long lost to sight and a storm's blowing in, It gets cold, it gets foggy, and the sea gets rough. Skies overhead are angry, and Jon is finally regretting this choice.

Through the fog he sees something, a light? a ship?? so he blows his whistle. He blows it with all his might and it doesn't make a sound. Standing on the edge of the little rowboat, jon is hit with a wave that unbalances him into the icy, northern seas. He's a pretty good swimmer, but the water is freezing, and it quickly saps his strength. He sinks, and sinks, into the deep black of the ocean...

And wakes up on a ghost ship. Lying on the deck, quaking with hypothermia, and he sees ghosts all around him. They crowd him, in a circle, and he can see through them.

It won't be long until he's one of them too.

Jon passes out.

Meanwhile, Peter Lukas is scratching his head as to how a fucking 8 year old boy got all the way out into open water like he did, and what the hell he's supposed to do with him now. The Tundra has its cargo and a full crew (including sacrifice) and will not be turning around to drop off a little boy. He supposes he could always make the kid an extra snack for the Forsaken if he annoys him but, he can taste the loneliness on him even from where he sits and watches him sleep. Maybe he'll keep him. Peter's life is rather monotonous, having a child on board, while slightly troublesome in the short term, could also be entertaining. Ah, the kid is waking up. Better make himself scarce... for now.

(I am doing something with this idea but it's slow going so have this)

#jonathan sims #the magnus archives #tma #peter lukas #rook writes #calling it the wintergreen au #don't ask why #something something mints?#accidental child acquisition #tw: child neglect #mildly?

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komorim · 1 year

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possibilities

ft. kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

you never believed that you were a partner who needed much affection. until three years into your relationship with him. he was always busy, and apparently your want for attention from your boyfriend went undetected

content warnings // angst. smoking. cold treatment/cold shoulder. cursing. break up. slapping. cursing. workaholic boyfriend and untended feelings.

author’s note // what a surprise! another angst! ok but i felt somewhat bad about not posting for so long so i rushed this a bit :(( i’ll start editing and revising soon later. also happy new year!! (super late)

ミ　KAGEYAMA

you blow out smoke from your cigarette, sitting on the sidewalk as you recall what happened earlier this morning. it was bound to happen sooner or later, you convince yourself.

the breakup was bound to happen.

it wasn’t anything new. you’ve had such feelings for a while now, and the only thing hindering you from executing out this plan forming in your head was the constant absence of your boyfriend. after all, how were you going to break up with someone who wasn’t even there?

though such an idea did not pop into your head out of nowhere. there were many things acting as the reason behind your failed relationship.

you didn’t want to be the one to blame and point fingers, but in all honesty, you saw kageyama’s faults more than your own.

how he always expects you to go to his matches and support him, but has little time to provide the same support for you. this showed the lack of care and the unbalance in what the two of you believe in.

you recall how when the two of you first started to date, he would be there for every competition of yours. after all, he admired your brains quite a lot. it was the whole reason he noticed you out of everyone in school.

the straight c student. the student that everyone came to for academic help. it intrigued kageyama, and because of his curiosity, he had approached you at the library some day before the final exams. he wanted to know why it was that with your less than impressive grades, you still managed to have everyone come to you when they were stuck on a problem.

after he found out how smart you were, much like the rest of the other people who have, he kept coming back to you for aid. however, what was different was the fact that he only used coming to you for help as an excuse to keep seeing you.

it was an understatement to say the poor boy was entranced. how you hit him playfully with a roll of paper when he got questions wrong, how you sighed when he asked a particularly stupid question, how you ran your hands through your hair when you were frustrated, and how you puffed out your cheeks when he teased you. he found it all too cute and endearing. even when you were mad at him, or even when you were too busy to pay much attention to him, he enjoyed every moment with you.

so why wouldn’t he act like that now?

why is it that you can hear his love more than you can see it and feel it?

it was odd, you believe, that the young teenager who was almost obsessed with you had turned into this distant, absent adult who only reassured you with words, and never action. how can someone change that much?

he used to be someone always following you, bothering you for stupid questions that you know he is smart enough to solve. but you always went along with his games and helped him out anyways. but then, he changed.

there was so much possibility for your relationship with him. you were so happy together.

but after volleyball controlled his life, you started being the one who had nagged at him for forgetting his homework and tests, and he would only say that he was too busy. yet it wasn’t that bad then either. on weeks he wasn’t too busy, he would continue to have library dates with you, and at that point, almost everyone believed that you were dating. yet the truth was, kageyama was going to ask you out, but became too busy and forgot.

now that you think about it, you believe that there was never the romantic “will you be my s/o?” question. it was natural for your relationship with kageyama to progress the way it had.

you think that the both of you just naturally started dating, and naturally started visiting each other’s home, until naturally, you both lived together.

there was almost never the need for questions and formalities with you two. you both knew what the other wanted and went along with the natural flow of things. in fact, you believe that if there were formalities in your relationship, it might’ve been a completely different experience overall.

how funny, after three years of believe that formalities weren’t needed, the only formality in your relationship was the break up.

ミ　USHIJIMA

the slap sounded throughout the gym, and your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend now, as well as his teammates, were terribly shocked at your action.

“y/n-san! i think you should calm down a bit. i understand how ushijima may be frustrating, but talking this out would be the best option. what if-”

you hear one of his teammates try to reason with you, but you can’t bother to hear what he has to say right now.

“how could you do this to me, toshi?”

it was clear that ushijima could not speak, either from the realization of what he’s done, or because he’s still in shock about what happened just now.

“this is the eleventh time this month,” you voice starts to crack, “eleven times. how long even is a month for you to leave me and drop all our plans eleven times?”

ushijima, being the person he is, of course has barely any facial expression present even as he is presented with such a sensitive situation.

“i’m sorry, y/n, it’s just that we have an important match coming up, and i can’t be the only one not attending practice.”

you glare behind you at his fellow teammates, “well? do any of you have a fucking problem with ushijima missing out on just one practice?”

you’re met with silence as you expected. ushijima starts to show emotions for once, and you can’t help but laugh at this predicament.

so he doesn’t care that much when he’s met with a confrontation from his significant other, but cares that his teammates were lashed out at?

“where did we go wrong, toshi?” you speak softly. the sudden change in tone makes your taller boyfriend widen his eyes a bit in surprise. you voice cracks a bit, “can we talk a bit outside?”

seeing how your barely holding yourself together, ushijima believes that going outside to have an uninterrupted conversation is probably the best choice. plus, this conversation was long overdue as well.

no matter how much he doesn’t show it, you understand he truly loves you. yet this was way too much. he loved you, but you weren’t his first priority.

and you can’t take it.

you weren’t a clingy person. both you and ushijima knew this. but no one would be okay with an absent partner.

you could barely call it dating anymore. and that’s why you finally opened your mouth to say those three words.

“let’s break up.”

ushijima’s eyes widen, and he seems confused, though he still doesn’t say anything.

“i really can’t take this anymore, toshi. you’re always at practice, and you have no idea how worried i am whenever you don’t come home or when you continue to play when you’re not well. i can’t stand that you are the reason i’m always up at night, wondering if you’ve collapsed from all the workload yet. i can’t stand that you stand me up for our dates when something happens at the team. and i can’t stand that you do all this but still love me.”

“y/n, i understand that you feel that way because i’m often absent, but i truly love you and i know that i can change. i’ll try to adapt to your needs better, so please-”

“no. that’s enough,” your voice cracks, and with it, the tears come pouring down, “please. let’s just end it here.”

he reaches out a hand to you while you back up and start to leave. he knows he should chase after you, but knows that you might need time alone.

what he doesn’t know is that he won’t get another chance.

you recall how you were the one who courted ushijima. he was so cold and unbothered, and after so many months of going to his games, bringing him good and water, he finally started to notice you.

it started off with simple conversations after his game and became something more. it was the first time ushijima felt something bubbly inside of him, and when he talked to tendou about it, the answer he received was something unexpected.

it took him a long time to recognize his feelings for you. and ushijima knows that even after five years of knowing you, he still has that giddy feeling when you are next to him. but he was never one to express his emotions.

and he isn’t one to do so today either.

do not copy or repost my works. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated.

#haikyuu angst #kageyama x reader #hq kageyama #kageyama imagines #kageyama tobio #ushijima x reader #hq ushijima #ushijima angst #ushijima imagine #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu x reader #[🎐]. works

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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Petty please! Explain the significance behind both Wahl and Guy wearing blue in ep 4? Isn't Wahl a green boy? And I think you mentioned that Guy is white?

@negrowhat,

You have opened a flood gate!

TLWR: I got a wild ass theory that Blue is Guy's, Wahl is his best friend, and Tew and Guy balance each other out.

Wahl should be a Green Guy.

But he actually wears blue often.

And even when he reveals the truth about Tew to Guy, he hands Guy his blue phone as he holds his blue bag.

But . . . I don't think the blue is Wahl's. Well, at least not fully.

Wahl and Guy are best friends.

So it's interesting that when they are around each other, they tend to wear more blue.

And just like his best friend, Guy also has blue bags (and a blue couch),

and packs his blue shirt to go on his trip with Wahl.

Remember when Tew had to wear Tul's shirt because he got blood on his, and we were all like "whoa, that light white and BLUE shirt looks really odd on you, Tew"?

Probably because it was strange that Tew was picking up some of that best friend blues from Guy (who is wearing Wahl's green when he thinks about him).

And this is what really tickles me!

Tew used to be a Blue Boy

Then life happened and he turned dark.

But he fell for Guy at their first meeting because Guy has been the light to Tew's dark.

Even on that blue bed.

Guy is always the light to Tew's dark.

Yet Wahl has noticed something is different about his best friend. He keeps saying Guy is changing and . . . Guy is!

Guy is normally this light boy but is turning darker. Guy is normally blue, and Wahl, who immediately clung to Guy in high school picked up Guy's color, so he tries again to pick up on whatever is going on with Guy.

But Wahl isn't Tew!

Guy is light with Tew because Tew balances him out. Tew is direct. Tew shows up. Tew doesn't make Guy question himself. But Tew is also experiencing this unbalance with others that he naturally finds with Guy.

Tew let Kenji go. He thought Kenji could be trusted the same way he trusts Guy. Tew thought he could show Kenji kindness the same way he shows Guy kindness. We all know that was a dumb decision.

Tew and Guy were Blue Boys, but with each other, they are the perfect balance. They give the other person what they need. They cannot duplicate this ease and comfort with anyone else.

And because of this, Guy has become a little darker while Tew has become a bit lighter.

So maybe they'll find their way back to a new version of blue that fits both of them and their new life.

Best Friend Blue is out! Boyfriend Blue is in!

#my dear gangster oppa #the colors mean things #it's about balance #and creating something new for both of them #color coded boys in love #tew x guy #I was going to be quiet about this theory #but I think they are going to turn blue again #fingers crossed

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demilypyro · 2 years

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Oh you like genderbend manga? Name every one

FUSHIGI YUUGI: GENBU KAIDEN, ONIICHAN WA OSHIMAI, ORE GA WATASHI NI NARU MADE, PRETTY FACE, AME NOCHI HARE, FANTASY BISHOUJO JUNIKU OJISAN TO, BOKU GIRL, KAKUMEI NO HI, MAJO NO GEBUKO TO MAOU NO TSUNO, KANOJO NI NARU HI, TENSHI NA KONAMAIKI, MY BOYFRIEND IS A VAMPIRE, DIVINE MELODY, SEKAI NO HATE DE AIMASHOU, NORMAL CITY, ORE TWINTAIL NI NARIMASU, KANOJI NI NARU HI: ANOTHER, CLICK, GACHAGACHA, SHITEI BOURYOKU SHOUJO SHIOMI-CHAN, WAGAYA NO OINARI-SAMA, ICHINENSEI NI NACCHATTARA, KÄMPER, CUTE X GUY, ORE TO HERO TO MAHOU SHOUJO, FUTABA-KUN CHANGE, NEPHILIM, MEMEMORI-KUN WA KANAWANAI, IDOL PRETENDER, MAJITORA!, ASUKA HYBRID, HAIKYO CIRCLE, OYAJINA! CHINATSU TO TOMOE NO BAAI, FULL MOON NI SASAYAITE, JUN TO KAORU, KEDAMONO DAMONO, ZENBU KIMI NO SEI, MENDOKUSAGARI DANSHI GA ASA OKITARA ONNANOKO NI NATTEITA HANASHI, BACK STREET GIRLS, NYOTAI-KA, DIVINE MELODY SEQUEL, MAHOU SHOUJO ORE, TRANSJITTER: IBITSU NA KARADA, SAI:TAKER: FUTARI NO ARTEMIS, @FULL MOON, MAGICAL CHANGE, MIDA LOVE, SEIJOU KOUCHAKAN NO JIJOU, AYAKASHI TRIANGLE, MOUSOU KIKOU: ADOLESCENCE AVATAR, JINZOU SHOUJO, MAHOU SHOUNEN MAJORIAN, MEGU MILK, BALANCE POLICY, OTOME NO IROHA, CHICHI GA LOLI NA MONO DE, OSANANAJIMI WA ONNANOKO NI NAARE, MAO MARIMO, TRANS STAR, CHANGE H, FUKIGEN CINDERELLA, BISHOUJO NI NATTA KEDO, NETOGE HAIJIN YATTEMASU, TENSEI PANDEMIC, UNBALANCE SCHOOL LIFE,

#i could go on but i think ive made my point

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ristoranteivorykeys · 2 years

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the thrill of tragic tales — oneshot

it's another one of your late nights with malleus draconia, when he asks you a question you thought you'd never hear from him. ft. reader and malleus draconia

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: reader is referred to as they/them; mom look i'm posting again after 84 years owo; this is born out of the stress real life is putting me through, so the style is also slightly different and a bit experimental. nonetheless, i hope this might be enjoyable =w=

“I do not mean to intrude on any… intimate matters, Child of Man.” Dry leaves and fallen branches crunch and crackle under his feet, a tiny show of a power no mortal can seek. “But I am curious on one thing about you.”

His question does not stop their walking pace, but they turn their head to his pale visage and shining green eyes. “What is it?”

“Why do you set your sights on him?”

They don’t respond, except with the raise of their brows and a tiny momentary jolt of knowing who exactly he is alluding to.

“I’m… surprised that you of all people are asking me that.”

“Why so?” He doesn't hide the small smile on his face. It amuses him that even an indirect mention of him can unbalance you.

“You never struck me as the type to be curious on matters like love and crushes.”

He chuckles. “You aren’t mistaken, Child of Man. I never cared for them. After all, it was that very same infatuation that brought the Almighty Fairy of Thorns from the heavens to the ground.”

“Did Lilia ask you to ask me?”

“… Again, you are not mistaken." Briefly, he wonders how long have they known him to recognize Lilia's involvement in his life. "Lilia brought me here to learn more about the human world in preparation for my future ruling.

“But I also ask out of my own curiosity," he adds. "You are not expecting an arranged marriage, so I assume you have the option to choose who you want to spend the rest of your years with. You have many choices within the school, friends that you laugh with. But that boy. He is…” He hums, looking for kinder words to continue his sentence.

“I understand,” they answer with mirth. An understanding smile blooms on their face, colored with a faint note of sadness. “I know that I haven’t quite spent much time with him, and the few stories you know seem so superficial. Truthfully, I don’t understand why either. It frustrates me, and sometimes, I wish to find a way to end it. But I see his gait and his grin, and I feel it again.”

“Human emotions... how contradictory."

“I sadly can’t disagree.”

“... Is that all?”

“Not at all." They shake their head. "There’s a lot I can say, but after pondering about it, I think it all boils down to one thing.”

He doesn’t speak. The floor is completely hers.

“You are a string player. You should know Brahms, yes?”

“Of course.”

“Have you heard of the story of him and Agathe von Siebold?”

He blinks. “That, I never have.”

“Agathe von Siebold was Brahms' lover. He had proposed marriage to her, but one of his concertos had an unsuccessful premiere. It worried him that he would not be able to provide for her, so he called off the wedding.”

“I... see.” He nods slowly. He knows what they say is sad, but he does not know how to react.

“Mhm. Then years after, he heard that Agathe moved away to another country. At that time, he was working on a composition. That experience molded that composition into what it is now. Have you heard of String Sextet No. 2 in G major?”

“A familiar title, yes.” But he cannot remember the melody—there are many compositions with a similar title, and it must have been ages since his last listen.

“At a certain part—bars 162 to 168 if I recall correctly—there is a climax where the notes spell out Agathe’s name as A-G-A-H-E. H was the name for the B key in his local nomenclature.”

“Ah, how creative,” he smiles. "H is rather rare to hear of, and for him to use it to form a word in his song speaks of his genius."

"I agree. It's honestly touching to find a way to write someone's name to your song."

"But why do you tell me this story, Child of Man," he asks.

"So I bring up this story because it is one favorite love story of mine. Something about it tugs at my heart the way that most stories don't. I always wondered why. Maybe it could have been because I never understood it. I never had to go through that sort of experience. Or maybe at the time, I never understood love of that magnitude."

They place a hand on their chest. "But I understand now. It’s the fact that he did not have her. He wanted her. But life couldn’t let him have her."

They face him. Their eyes sparkle of a spirit that had been hurting inside. A fiery frustration, an ice cold sadness, a whirlwind of bitterness. For the first time, he understands why eyes are the windows to the soul. They're young, yet their gaze holds an intensity of a hundred years' worth of hurt.

“You don't understand how many things in this life I wanted but cannot have for myself." A shake of their head accompanies their words. "This love that I have right now, this silly little love," their hand clenches into a fist as they turn away from him, "irritates me for that reason. I can’t have him, I don’t think I can. Yet why do I want to grasp for one more thing that I can’t have?"

They pause. They put their hand down.

"Child of Man," he speaks up. "Why don't you just leave him behind? It sounds as if he tortures you."

They let out a chuckle. It's breathy, it's hard to tell if they were amused or annoyed. “Because see, there is so much more to it. You know Oedipus?"

"Of course I do." The question almost offends him, but he lets it slide. They're a dear friend, after all.

They nod. "Oedipus, the man fated to kill his father and marry his mother. There was something he wanted, what was it?"

"To deny that the prophecy foretold about him came to light. His mother and father also took measures to ensure that the prophecy does not come to light."

"Exactly. And he failed."

They stop. The door to their dorm stands in front of them. It surprises him for a moment. He didn't realize how invested he is in the conversation until now.

"I've come to realize that at their core, tragedies are what they are because it's a story of someone who wants to go against family, community, or divinity, but does not succeed. He can be stopped, but he'd refuse to let what they say rule over him. And you know? There’s something oddly thrilling about that."

He raises both brows. "Really now?"

"Knowing that you’re fighting a losing battle, yet willing to fight in hopes that you can grasp a slim victory. Maybe astrology class will tell me to give up, but why should I? Maybe I am not meant to be with him. Maybe I'm destined for something else. But who is to stop me from seeing how far I can truly go?"

He says nothing.

“Maybe liking him hurts me. Maybe pursuing him is torture. But..." They look at him directly once more. There is something else in their eyes now. The frustration, the sadness, the bitterness remain, but there's a new light. A glint of determination.

"I don’t care what destiny has planned for me. I want to see how much I can fight it until the curtain call. I want to fight against an ending that seems set in stone.”

They blink. Suddenly, the sparkle from their eyes disappear. Away from their emotions, awake to their reality. "Ah! Sorry, tsunotarou. I rambled too much. I hope you weren't bothered by my answer."

“Worry not,” he answers. “Your answer was not bothersome at all. In fact," he smiles, the widest he's smiled tonight, "I find you rather intriguing now.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia

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the strike is not over. i hope people double down, actually, and continue to strike; as we approach the final day of our beloved bisan's initially demanded week, i imagine many of us feel a sense of relief. relief, that we can return to "normal," resume our consumerism, unpause our work and school.

i don't feel relief. i feel dread.

i'm not going to act like this post will exclusively be seen by people who haven't suffered - it is being written by someone who has, but the fact of the matter is this: i am not palestinian. i have no known palestinian family. i have never been to palestine, and an amount of people engaging in the ongoing strike fall into one or more of these categories. this post is for them, for me, because many of us have not suffered as palestinians have. many of us have suffered genocide, colonisation, starvation, and torture, yes, but not the way palestinians are right now.

if you feel relief, if you feel like the end of your obligation to strike is the light at the end of the tunnel, if you're looking forward to no longer rationing food and necessities, if you're desperately waiting to obtain your medications and access healthcare, if you are anxious to begin seeking new employment or housing... if you will soon have to begin salvaging your life due to the consequences of striking, and you cannot wait for the twenty ninth to come, please.

please. understand that the people crowded into gazzah, actively dying of starvation, disease, sniper bullets, tank treads, imprisonment, exposure, lack of medication and medical devices - the people we strike for, have no "end date." please, look back, especially those of us who refused to risk their lives to stand in solidarity, and come away with this:

you cannot fathom how much people are suffering in gazzah. you cannot understand it by seeing it, by hearing it, not even by holding your friends as they weep for their martyred families. if you feel desperate and afraid, if you don't know how you're going to make it to next week, if you have to seek emergency care, shelter, or food because you participated in the strike... let that centre you. let that put just how privileged we are, even at our lowest, most marginalised, most endangered. even when it nearly kills us, we still have more.

i'm not undermining anyone's suffering. i will die if even more thing unbalances in my life and i'm of numerous colonised people; i know where you're coming from when your response is to recoil from this post, to anger, to "YOU don't know what I go through." and that is my point, that as hard as we, as you, may have it... we haven't even scratched the surface of the depths of human suffering. i am asking you to think about why you recoil, why you anger. i am asking you to look beyond your nose or feel beyond your fingertips, to accurately place yourself on this spectrum of pain.

to let that acknowledgement drive you forward. let it enrage you, not at me, but at the zionist occupation and its allies. this can end for us. we can pick up our lives, even if we never achieve the degree of comfort we had prior to striking. palestinians can't, not yet. not unless we keep acting in solidarity with them. not unless we embrace a willingness to make sacrifices, and begin to make them.

landback for everyone. palestinians will be free to return to and live in palestine. yemenis will flourish in abundance. the congolese will achieve autonomy, free of enslavement and genocide. the sudanese will triumpth over genocidal rapists.

all that's left is to ask ourselves one question: how much are you going to sacrifice to make it happen?

#[ whispers ]#i cannot wait to have a federal income so i can control what money goes into this economy for my sake. give me ssi so i can refuse to use it #as much as possible. give it to me so i can hoard it undocumented. so i can take from you and never give back you deranged colony built on #the bones of my peoples and peoples like us and our buffalo.#i cannot wait to strike MORE. not LESS. is my point. i cannot wait to have more resources to NOT use except to help people.

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"The butterfly (under the name of Psyche, a beautiful maiden with wings of opalescent light) symbolizes the human soul because of the stages it passes through in order to unfold its power of flight. The three divisions through which the butterfly passes in its unfoldment resemble closely the three degrees of the Mystery School, which degrees are regarded as consummating the unfoldment of man by giving him emblematic wings by which he may soar to the skies. Unregenerate man, ignorant and helpless, is symbolized by the stage between ovum and larva; the disciple, seeking truth and dwelling in medication, by the second stage, from larva to pupa, at which time the insect enters its chrysalis (the tomb of the Mysteries); the third stage, from pupa to imago (wherein the perfect butterfly comes forth), typifies the unfolded enlightened soul of the initiate rising from the tomb of his baser nature.

Under the appellations of the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is concealed the great arcanum of antiquity--the mystery of equilibrium. The Tree of Life represents the spiritual point of balance--the secret of immortality. The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, as its name implies, represents polarity, or unbalance--the secret of mortality. The Qabbalists reveal this by assigning the central column of their Sephirothic diagram to the Tree of Life and the two side branches to the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. The apple represents the knowledge of the procreative processes, by the awakening of which the material universe was established." Manly P. Hall

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Pale 7.7

“I’ve only been in… I’d guess six or seven really serious, dangerous situations, since I awoke this spring,” Avery told Laila.

I'm reminded of things I've seen from Worm, can't remember if canon or from fanfic, about the ridiculously high combat and death rates in Brockton Bay

“But I’m going to use a tortured sports metaphor here…”

of course you are :)

“I like how you started talking about sports as a thing in general and immediately went to ‘ice’. It’s obvious what your favorite sport is.”

I enjoy that Verona dunks on Avery for being a jock as much as I do

“Says the girl who barely pays attention in ninth grade gym, or eighth grade gym, or seventh grade gym,” Lucy cut in.

oh big mood. Though actually I stopped having to pay any attention after eighth grade, since my high school was illegally not enforcing state PE requirements

“Gotta use these moments,” Avery told Laila. “I think that’s the difference between top practitioners and lesser ones."

going to be honest, this would not be reassuring

I’d even say it’s a good thing for mankind. Even if the deals are unfair, it’s a chance for those who had none. None at all. For most, the station of life was a crushing, unavoidable pressure. Born a peasant schlub, die a peasant schlub. No time or chance to do anything else. The deals gave a way.

Somehow I doubt the school or practitioners would tell it this way

“They get their payment or pretty much nothing,” Lucy said.

is there a way for them to pay off the brownies? I'm not sure what they would offer though

"Knife throwing? Did an Oni teach you one or two tricks and you made that your entire plan?” “No,” Reese said, defensive. “…four tricks.”

only four tricks, and they get weaker every time he uses them, and he'll have trouble with standard practices...

But that’s good to bring up, Reese, boy.

honestly, Toadswallow seems like a good teacher. I had assumed his work involved more demonstrations of what goblins get up to, but this is a good lecture, and Liberty clearly adores and respects him.

Goblins are random but you’ve got a nice matching collection? Must be meant to be, so you better get on board, little nuggets. Then the more they believe it…” “The more it actually happens?” Avery asked.

Love that magic in the Otherverse works on the principle of "If you build it they will come" (they being magic)

“You’re smart, you’re good, you’re strong. We’ll get you squared away. But for right now I want to hear from these others you’re working with."

please remember your supporting cast.

But yeah, I think they're so used to working either just the three of them, or calling in allies as support and council but not as part of the decision-making process, that they're mostly ignoring the other students

The brownies are going after the headmaster and they’ll be coming back our way. While they’re doing that, they’re not cooking. Kids are going hungry.

probably not helping planning meals that Shellie said she'd order in while disguised as Durocher, and I'm assuming has not followed up on that

Lucy was nodding, seemingly satisfied that Avery had laid down the law. It felt good. Avery just wished she hadn’t needed the go-ahead to do it, this time.

small steps. Also, I think Lucy is quicker to step in than most people, which is making this harder

“Laila Throop. Large-scale curses. I can’t use them on the staff or students, really. Bristow would expel me and my parents would- it wouldn’t be good.”

hmmm. That doesn't sound great

“I guess I like a bad situation to feel under control. John’s like that. Reliable.” “Would you take him as a familiar?”

Lucy was also thinking about this earlier, that having John as a familiar would insulate her from having to take on a more direct combat role herself. I think it could be neat! He seems really dedicated to keeping them all safe, and I think he'd appreciate the sense of purpose Lucy brings.

“I can’t do it anyway, until you guys have made your choices for the big three. It unbalances things.”

but yeah :( Just for narrative reasons, I don't see this happening

“If he takes over as Carmine, pretty much everyone seems to think he won’t hold that spot for long. Maybe, um, if you take him as familiar, it rules him out for that?” “If it does, you two are going to need to decide fast,” Lucy answered.

oh interesting. I like that Lucy would clearly choose John as a familiar if it would keep him safe. I wonder if that would be the case for other Others of Kennet? Would one or another of the girls offer to make them a familiar? Because apart from Alpeana, I don't really think so.

Other option is that it wouldn't keep him from being chosen, in which case I'm curious to see what would happen from having one of the judges of the region as a familiar.

“Set up the right sort of duel with the right terms… you can take next to anything you want as a prize.” “Including someone’s implement?”

that would explain what the Musser's are doing, though I'm assuming you need a particular setup/diagram/ritual to make it work, otherwise everyone would be doing this. I wonder if it works in reverse? Like if Reid tried to get Lucy's earring in a duel, but she won, would she get his nine implements? Or maybe only one would be at stake.

“Feels less like he’s been that knowledgeable about stuff all along and we’ve ignored it, and more like he’s been keeping a lot up his sleeve.” “Seeing more of this world like we are, I’m feeling like it’s a necessary thing for survival,” Lucy said.

probably a lot safer for a goblin to be just a bit smarter and more knowledgeable than standard around new practitioners, rather than let them see how experienced he actually is

Bending down was starting to make her arm and upper chest hurt, where Shellie’s whip had slashed her across the collarbone. It felt like she was pulling at it.

just realized Avery has not been thinking/noticing her injury at all this chapter before now. Not sure if it's just a minor hurt or conservation of detail, or if this is something closer to how Verona's chapters often skip over her emotions.

one tall and stylishly dressed in a way Avery sorta wished she could emulate

I think she's talking about Musser here, went back and checked the description from a few chapters back, and he's described as looking like a hollywood agent, blazer+tshirt combo. I can see that for her, sort of casual dressy masc?

My way? It does work. It does give us the organization and means of stopping what needs to be stopped, and building what needs to be built.

incredibly ominous coming from a guy like Bristow

you’re an equivalent to barbarians, at the same time I’m trying to bring civilization to the practice

... I would love to see a mundane AU where Bristow gets fired from his teaching job after being canceled on twitter after a clip of him talking like this goes viral

Laila ran for a gap between the brownies. A pretty obvious trap.

I'm assuming this is what Kevin did

She used what she’d picked up in Zoomtown to slip between them, used her shoes for boosts of speed when she was confident she wouldn’t hurl herself into a tree trunk or branch.

a) I like the Zoomtown benefits, they're coming in handy b) still keeping an eye out for the moment those shoes fail, and worried about how much Avery is relying on them

Avery didn’t go. She looked back, watching as Tashlit laid a hand on Laila, then pulled it away. There was no glow, there was no healing. Tashlit shook her head.

oh. oh fuck. I didn't expect anyone to actually die, not this early, not in such a mundane way.

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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save-the-spiral · 1 year

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62 & life school!

(buy me coffee?)

Content warnings for death and implied suicidal ideation/thoughts.

Life wizards are the sort to continue trying until the end, and after.

For all the movement and card tricks of usual magic, they cast their spells with far more than that. Tapping into the Song Of Creation is delicate work, requiring surgical precision and fearlessness.

While they don't bastardize the Song as a shadowmancer might, they do manipulate it subtly. They give structure and purpose to the Song, a trellis for vines to climb.

In battle they are already attuned to the Song, harmonizing and shifting the tone to fit their needs. Healing, battling, shielding, blading. Anything they call for and the Song delivers, rarely failing its task, barely fizzling.

There are limits. There is only so many sounds an instrument can make, no matter its complexity and how skillfully one may play it. Trying to pull something the Song is incapable of giving is as useful as drawing blood from a stone.

Dying in battle is an eventuality, for many wizards. It's the inevitability they've planned for, the one that some of them hope for. They will die with honor, fighting for what they believe in or what is right or what is commanded of them. They will die for something, and surely it won't be in vain, especially with companions at their side to continue the quest.

Waking after that death is not what is supposed to happen. Not waking and staring up at the blotchy and tear stained face of their ally, the theurgist, who is sobbing and laughing and clutching at them in relief. Not waking and filling their lungs with breath, feeling their heart thud hollowly inside their chest only to continue, beating again and again.

It won't stop, the beating. It never changes, always in time with the Song. They didn't know the Song before their resurrection, they had never dabbled in Life magics. Now they always know it, hearing it constantly, humming along to it without noticing.

To force the Song to go against its nature, revive what is lost, unbalance the scales of Life and Death, the instruments are pushed and strained. Something has to give, screeching its final note, uneven and pained.

Balance must be retained. The Song's orchestra is in need of another instrument, another force of nature and inevitability, another thing to uphold the universe eternally.

And so it finds a new musician in the body of the wizard revived.

A demand was made to let them live, and so they shall. They will exist eternally as another voice in the choir.

If some day they notice they do not age or fall ill or take injury, that is just assurance they will not break as their predecessor did.

#wizard101 #writing #ask #lycanthr-pe #writing prompt #wizzy101 #wiz101 #w101 #life school #headcanons

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deaths-academy-of-combat · 2 years

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"I am Headmaster of this Academy. I will not. No. I cannot Falter."

BIOLOGICAL INFORMATION

Name : Lord ??? Astra

Gender : Male

Age: ????????

Birthday : ??????

Starsign: ?????

Eye color: Lime Green

Hair Color: Pitch Black

Homeland : Necrosis City

Twisted from : Lord Death

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

Homeroom : 1-A

Subject Taught : weaponry and combat 101

Team Coach? : n/a

Favorite Student : Azrael Astra, Lucille Heartfullia , Nala Ignacio, and Leah Ester

FUN FACTS

Dominant hand : Right

Favorite food : green tea

Least favorite food : ???

Preferred Combat style : scythe wielding

Likes : the mirror room, his son , caring for other students and staff, aiding the misfortuned

Dislikes : corrupted, unbalance, madness/chaos , fear , fearmongering.

Hobby : Brewing Tea and listening to people rant

Talent : Scaring the pants off of people

TRIVIA

MIRROR'S UNYIELDING GAZE

What Lord Astra claims to be his unique magic, one that allows him to enter any reflective surface and use it like a cellphone. There is a number students can use in a mirror to "call" him.

The jovial and upbeat headmaster of deaths academy of combat. The very same one that has been in his position for half a millenia.

He has a son, Azrael Astra, the current dorm leader of resonnata, whom he loves deeply, even if he is somewhat distant.

And despite astra's warm demeanor he is in fact, quite reserved from making bonds, aside from a slect group of staff members. For whatever reason....

It's clear he doesn't want to become attached. But most students want to know why.

He can be quite menacing, standing at 3 meters and with the ability to snap into a serious persona hes notoriously scared students that have witnessed him. He has gone through hoops to make sure he hides that part of him.

Many speculate him to be more than what he says he is. After all... how can one headmaster be around for so long?

Often found skulking around, and into the basement of the school. Which is completely off limits to anyone but him.. No one knows what he may be hiding. But Pema swears it looks as though he's mourning.

Known to pop out of thin air around the school building, often when students are talking amongst themselves. Because he thinks its amusing.

#dac #death's academy of combat #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #lord astra

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mossghostt · 2 years

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A random one shot

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A random one shot I wrote. Enjoy :)

Word count; 708

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Though the weather had been radiant that morning, it had now turned bleak and sorrowful, vast clouds casting shadows on the living below. It caressed my cheeks slowly, leaving a rosy trail and shivers behind, taunting its power. It was unpleasant. Waiting for essential transport whilst the bitter weather teased and laughed at your lack of warmth and preparation for the sudden frost that tickled your nose. The sun remained hidden behind its fluffy curtains like a stubborn child unwilling to cooperate with their parent; it’s rays hidden from comfort. It was tiresome. It was as if the sun had known the numbness I was feeling, brewing up a storm inside of me.

I puffed into my hands, delicate clouds of warmth making and appearance for a split second before being captured by the bitterness again. The comforting warm lasting only a few mere seconds. Far from enough to keep myself warm. A middle aged man sat ahead of me, legs spread and polish black hat ready to go. The paper he was gripping onto was the Daily express; ‘Nuclear nightmare is here! More than 3,000 dead! Thousand more are doomed!’ It read, printed neatly in a office font as melancholy slowly spread through my veins for no apparent reason. I could hear the tutting and sighing of the man as he flipped the flimsy papers over. Labeled the greatest historic event of 1986 yet I felt emptiness. The stress and cries of humanity, fear spreading in their daily lives but I? Nothing. Not a single vessel of thought. No fear. No shock. No nothingness. Many would have howled at my lack of dignity. But it’s always been that way. It’s all I ever knew. You’d believe that such an event would finally awaken the beast we call emotions within me, but I can’t say it did. It began to cloud my thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. Or much rather the lack of them. I am full of emptiness. Emptiness that runs wild within me, something even a skilled hunter wouldn’t be able to hunt down. I was different than most, unable to feel what they feel, or even comprehend what emotion they are trying to express. I was a black sheep in the crowd, unable to blend in, and soon to be hunted. For black sheep weren’t welcome but rather rejected and used for meat, their black wool being of no use when black however it cost too much to alter the colour. No one bothered fixing the problem that was fitted within the group. That is who I was. Who I had always been. Who I would most likely remain.

A loneliness unable to recoil

A light tap on my stiff hard shoulder stirred me back into the current world, turning to glance at the noisy intruder of my thoughts. A tight smile beamed back at me, chocolate eyes staining at my own. We exchanged introductions, having not seen one another since the school days. They hadn’t changed much, their cheery attitude seemingly being able to warm me up even in the bleak weather that had been cast upon us. They shone brighter than the sun which had shied away into hiding. Loose brown curls trying to escape from under the dark wool that had been placed to suppress them. My mind suddenly appeared full with wonder and scenes in which we were the lead cast. It made me feel stuffed as if I had just eaten a large meal. However this new foreign and suffocation feeling felt… real. Warm. Suddenly I no longer felt numb, nor alone, but much rather welcome. Warm arms of kindness pulling me in. The glint of life sparkling back at me. As their eyes locked with mine, I began to remember the time we had shared. Even back then they had caused this unbalance of emotions, their every move being calculated and stored within my mind to replay. I could recognise them by touch alone, by smell; I would know them blind. By the way their breaths came and feet struck the earth. I would recognise them in death, at end of the world. A smile appeared on my face, and although my beams were grey, they made my sun shine brighter.

#creative writing #writing community #my writing #writing #writing inspiration #one shot #for you #english #short story #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #writeblr #writersofinstagram

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New World Bio: Theodore Xu

GENERAL BIO:

Theodore has a complicated relationship with humans. He admires and adores them for their tenacity and curious nature but knows first-hand how can go to satisfy their wants. At the start of the hack, once revealed to be an elf, he continued teaching at the Westwood School for Arts.. It did not impact his life. He did not make any mistakes. Though he remained cautious for the first decade, he soon began befriending mankind.

He advised strongly against giving humans access to techno-magic. After all, it was not meant to be. Let supernatural beings sort out their own messes; let them not bring complicated outsiders in. As time went by, as supernaturals and humans became accustomed to each other, things in his little world began to change, to his dismay. His student, Nana, went missing right before graduating. His house was broken into, and his talisman, which gave the tree in his house the spirit of a dryad he had accompanied long ago, was stolen. The ancient being died a few days after.

Grief-stricken, seeing that tree was his confidant and guardian for almost half of his life, Theodore wallowed in his house. The quiet, the silence, with only his faint breathing breaking it, allowed Theodore to notice what was appearing within him. A piercing pain rang through his skull, for the Earth seemed to be channelling all its mind into his mind. His body was tired and sluggish, more than usual, and he slept for so, so long. He sought out other elves who had this same problem and found that his troubles were because of the unbalance in the world.

When things inevitably worsened, he opened his doors to running supernaturals and housed a few Dumisami witches. He stood as long as he could in the human community, but after his magic was temporarily disabled, he no longer felt safe. The world was crumbling. He felt brash. He felt bitter, filled with the same kind of hatred he had so many years ago. This time, there is no witch is save him, and he must crawl out himself.

Elf Elders Wren and Artus offered him refuge with the remaining elves and he accepted. Wren and Artus had offered him refuge with the remaining elves, and he slipped in. His house, in return, encased itself in a ball of foliage, something out of a fairytale. When a few teenagers finally broke in, they found it empty, as if no one had ever lived there. Though he has disappeared as Theodore Xu, he occasionally slips out from hiding, to check on the world.

DETAILED TIMELINE

Year 2030:

Initially, Theodore is incredibly paranoid considering the revealment of the supernatural community. The last time supernaturals and humans were vaguely aware of one another, it ended with the death of someone very dear to him and his imprisonment.

He continues to teach at the Westwood School for Arts.

Year 2035:

Theodore Xu is now an elf elder, reaching the age of 650.

His general distrust in humankind has lessened, seeing how fascinated they are by his species. He has befriended a mortal blogger.

Year 2040:

Two years ago, he befriended a traveling reporter.

Once the Effendi Plaza is reclaimed, he feels a sense of dread. It does not belong to them. It belongs to the witches. Curiosity and greed are the roots of humans, and that scares him. He remains cordial to hum

During autumn, Theodore receives a letter from the government to request his abilities in an experiment. He accepts.

Year 2041:

He visits the laboratory as requested but leaves before he is called to be interviewed.

Theodore keeps in touch with his human friends.

His headaches relapse.

Year 2043:

Vegetation around Theodore’s house begin to grow inwards.

One of his students, a werewolf named Nana, goes missing. Her family moves away from Vievecor.

Year 2045:

While playing at a venue, Theodore’s house is broken into. A four-hundred-year-old Bocote carving is stolen.

His student, Nana, reappears as a human.

Extra defense measures are taken to protect his living quarters. He has

His migraines have increased, and he has sought out elf elder Wren for medicinal help.

He has joined a "resistance" of sorts.

Year 2048

His migraines have increased but are dulled by Wren’s potions.

Theodore continues teaching Music Theory until the autumn of ‘49.

His house has been completely covered in vegetation. Passerbys akin it to a shield of sorts.

Year 2050:

Theodore has stopped appearing in public and goes out only in a fully magiced disguise.

The unbalance in the world affects him moderately (headaches, bouts of weakness/unsteadiness, etc.) He can function fully, none the less.

He has begun meeting with the elves in hiding.

Year 2051:

Theodore Xu has gone into hiding with the remaining elves

Before meeting at the hideout, he is attacked by a startled human with the P.S Group’s newest weapon. She appears not to mean him harm and apologizes.

He retains no magic for three months.

Year 2058:

Theodore is asked by Wren to take care of Artus and the other elves.

#vcnewworldevent #vievecorcityevent #(will edit as needed)

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coccyodynia · 1 year

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im seeing peter tomorrow for the first time since the fall

im really excited to see him, and it felt really nice when he texted me out of the blue to see if i could do brunch soon

he makes me feel really whole and complete

he knew me and really loved me at a time when very few people did, and i for him

we met in 5th grade, first day of school, i still remember when he walked past my seat on the bus and i was like "oh no"

that's partially where my "oh dear i feel really in love" piece came from, that feeling of instant dread bc you can see a future with someone and you can tell it will destroy you when it doesn't end up that way

speaking of unrequited love, lets talk about another man in my life

justin and i are never really going to be close again and it is absolutely ruining me

it hurts more than i can handle sometimes

anyway today i realized i started losing weight like ... the same month or possibly even week that things with justin took a really sharp pause

i've lost 50 pounds since then

im supposed to do some tests and see a specialist about it bc my doctors and i are concerned since i am not actively trying to lose weight

its kind of scary to me so i also just don't really want to deal with it

i also got some bloodwork awhile ago that might indicate liver issues or at the very least could indicate malnutrition/extremely unbalance diet

so i'm freaking the fuck out thinking my years of abusing xanax and alcohol simultaneously has done serious damage

which, nothing would really surprise me at this fucking point

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[ shelley hennig | she/her | 23 ] rumor has it that abigail reynolds has been seen wandering around town. they are a witch/werewolf who is one of the resurrected. they are known to be emotional but deep down they are determined. when it comes to the brewing conflict in new orleans they’re on the side of the unaffiliated .

tw: death, loss of a newborn

Abigail Reynolds is the by product of a new Orleans witch and a wolf of the Northeast Atlantic pack member before the pack had left the area. Abi grown up pretty normal in the aspect of growing up in a city surrounded by supernatural as well as being a member of the coven during the first few years of her life things were dangerous in the city between Marcel fighting for power, to Klaus Mikaelson taking over, the power shift once more till finally they reached some years of peace only to be threatened by the Hollow. Most of the time however she was off at the Salvatore school, her mother wanted her to get a well rounded education about dealing with other supernaturals.

While at the boarding school she kept mostly to herself, the factions in the school that were meant to make everyone feel included somehow always made her feel isolated more. She was a hybrid of both witch and wolf and therefore never felt like she fit in with one more than the other even while she wasn’t triggered.

Once she left the school she decided to stay close to home in NOLA and attended the local college following her passion in dance. Though she was a practical girl and knew dance would only last her as long as her body did and that was never guaranteed so she minored in business as well. It was at one of the college parties that she crossed paths with another former Salvatore student, Levi Kenner. While they knew one another in passing in the halls of the old boarding school they never really spent a great deal of time together.

Once they got to know one another the two were inseparable, they attended their classes and usually ended up with each other to study and usually ended up distracting each other eventually. They had a pretty steady relationship, Abi often going with him to his family home for dinners meeting his family and she introduced him to her mother as well, the only saving grace was that he too was part witch. In the recent years she had found out that her father had other children, that she had half sisters out there

A little less than a year and a half of Levi and hers relationship she found out that she was pregnant. Certainly not something that was in her five year plan but eventually after a lot of long talks with Levi, her own mother and Levi’s mother Abi started to realize that while this wasn’t her plan it was a great alteration to the plan she had. The whole nine months weren’t easy but they made due, Abi made sure to keep up with her classes, even getting ahead where she could to make up for the time that she might be out for doctor’s appointments and for post-birth.

Finally going into labor was one of the most exciting and scary times for Abi, she had her mother near by and she had Levi but something still felt off. After hours of labor, blood, sweat and tears, doctor and nurses were sorry to report that their son hadn’t made it through delivery. Which hit both young parents hard and while grief had a way of bringing people together it also had a way of tearing them apart. Over the next ten months Abi hadn’t gotten closer to getting over her grief instead she was looking for a way to rid herself of it completely, by bringing their son back. Dark magic wasn’t something she ever looked into, the faction of New Orleans coven that her family came from was rather strict on the idea of unbalance.

It didn’t stop her from trying nonetheless even knowing that it was dangerous not even just in the way of causing an unbalance but the mere fact that witches who try to use magic outside of their capacity rarely got to talk about it afterwards. Which was just the fate Abi had settled herself with, the night she tried to bring their son back she had lost her life in the process. unknown to anyone however was that when her life ended it sparked the life of the baby and somewhere out in the city their baby was alive and well. Its been nearly a year since Abi had died and now that she is back there is an ache in her chest that she just can’t seem to shake and while she doesn’t have a death wish, she can’t move on from the loss still.

#ffh.intro

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