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atopvisenyashill · 6 months

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George Is A Coward For Never Doing Gay Incest

an incomplete list of gay incest he could have done, it was right fucking there come onnnn

Rhaenys/Visenya you are telling me lesbian icon Visenya who hates her husband and lives completely separately from him for decades but somehow managed to live with him while Rhaenys is alive wasn’t in love with Rhaenys? that the paternity of both aenys and maegor is questioned and we get nothing to delve into how that affected the relationship between the sisters? cowardly!

Viserys/Daemon, i’m gonna be honest EYE consider this canon and there’s nothing george can do about it, like daemon beats the messenger who told him viserys remarried bc he’s so mad and that’s NOT gay rage over how much he wants to be his brother’s wife so they can be aegon and visenya and conquer the world together, even while daemon flaunts his privileges as a man?? nah i see right through gyldayn’s heterosexuality.

Aegon II/Aemond, you're telling me Aemond calls himself protector of the realm while his brother is dying of his wounds but specifically doesn't call himself king, and Aegon throws Aemond a party after Aemond kinslays and helps kicks off the war and those two weren't fucking?? whack.

Baela/Rhaena, Baela has this amazing, bad ass, ultimately completely useless stand off that ends in the deaths of two dragons, eventually married to an uncle/cousin who cheats on her constantly, and is completely shut out of politics aka she gets Rhaenyra-ed, and meanwhile Rhaena gets two husbands that adore her, a dragon, and significant respect from the Lords, I am telling you there is some sort of psychosexual obsession here in how in order for Rhaena to rise (and HEAL), Baela must fall and suffer, and Baela "trying desperately to be Daemon's mini me" Targaryen wouldn't get obsessive over this.

Aegon III/Gaemon Palehair is possibly incest given we don’t know who Gaemon’s father is, also i know there’s an awkward age gap but see: my gay little hands and characters i like, also, there’s weird age gaps everywhere and aegon ii was old enough to have a bastard closer to aegon iii’s age if george had been less of a coward smh. so much here in the way gaemon’s crown is torn from his head along with his mothers and he’s forced to serve the monarchy, only to fall in love with the living embodiment of every painful memory gaemon has, of aegon resenting the crown on his own head bc if he’d been the fourth born son he could have never married and lived his life with gaemon, with his brothers, with his mother, but now they’re stuck in these roles that are going to devour them whole and he can see it coming but he can’t stop it!

Daena/Elaena, listen, two sisters with bastards who choose different sides of a war because daena has only ever found freedom with the traditional, racist fucks that want to crown her son so she throws her lot in with them because she will not be a prisoner ever again dammit and elaena was only ever freed when daeron allowed her an outlet for her immense intelligence and she’s in love with a dornish man who opens her eyes to the prejudices at court, and under all that are two girls who only ever found peace in the maidenvault through their small, stolen kisses and raising their bastards together, a little odd family forced together by the madness of their brother completely split apart by the madness of court LIKE??? HELLO?

Baelor Breakspear/Maekar, think of the POSSIBILITIES of how the monarchy is purposefully stepping away from incest only for two brothers so dissimilar to find an attraction between them they don’t understand, Maekar always jealous of all that Baelor is given while Baelor longs for Maekar’s relative freedom and they refuse to say what they really mean, how they really feel, and Baelor dies by Maekar’s hand IT IS GIVING ALRIGHT

Jon/Aegon VI, I will be pushing this literally until the day ados comes out and my whole “they gave show!dany aegon’s plot in the stormlands, the reach, and dorne which means jon/aegon is going to be full of homoeroticism and we will get a scene where Jon calls Aegon a child and Aegon throws a petulant fit in front of his unknown half baby brother” theory gets jossed. and if he doesn’t do it he’s a coward AND I STAND ON THAT.

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irritatedbookshrew · 2 years

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Sandman: Calliope

This episode. THIS EPISODE.

I wanted to see how this episode would be handled, expecting it to come in Season 2 (assuming we get it). Imagine my surprise when Netflix gave us a bonus episode that included this story. Like the rest of the series, it did not disappoint.

AVAST, YE SCURVY KNAVES! SPOILERS AHOY!

Be warned, discussion of the comic’s run, the end of Sandman (comic) and possible end of Sandman (series).

Calliope—the episode title—does a great deal of heavy lifting, even more in the Netflix version than in the comics. Not only is Calliope a mirror for Dream’s own captivity by Burgess, it demonstrates how much that captivity has changed Dream. As Muse Calliope states, pre-captive Dream would have let her rot. He has a history of not behaving well when he is thwarted and gets his heart broken (see: Nada). Calliope is a goddess, so Dream can’t sentence her to Hell for 10,000 years but he could (and previously would have) left her in Maddoc’s possession.

But after Burgess, he knows just what it means to be kept prisoner. He gains EMPATHY. When Morpheus and Muse Calliope have their first conversation about what has been done to him, he acknowledges that what she has gone through is worse than what he experienced. This—to me—is a huge admission because Morpheus is a self-absorbed character; in a very real way, no one’s suffering can come close to his own. Seeing him acknowledge that someone had it worse than him is an organic growth I hadn’t expected to see this early.

Which brings us to forgiveness. Muse Calliope asks for Morpheus to stop tormenting Maddoc once she’s been freed. Morpheus doesn’t understand how or why she would want to forgive Maddoc, in part because HE can’t forgive Nada for the pain she caused him. Muse Calliope explains the difference in forgiving the person so that she can move past what was done to her while never forgiving the actions. This right here is the set up for Season of Mists and the whole reason he’ll go to Hell in that comic. The dinner with his siblings (again, assuming we get a season 2) will simply be the inciting incident but the groundwork is already being laid out like railroad tracks.

Dream is changing. Or trying to. How far he can go down this path still needs to be determined.

Which brings us to Orpheus. And more train tracks.

If Dream’s captivity by Burgess is the long fuse that eventually blows up into Morpheus’ death, and dinner with Dream’s siblings is the flash paper igniting the tale told in Season of Mists, then Orpheus is the ignition switch that powers The Kindly Ones. And in Calliope, we get the first hints of the deep hurt that exists in Dream’s core.

I’m glad that we got the conversation with Muse Calliope and Morpheus specifically about their son because we get to see a hint of Morpheus’ grief. And as we’ve seen, Dream doesn’t do well with grief—if he’s hurt, he turns to cold anger (my man needs some coping mechanisms, stat). With Orpheus, he’s angry that his son didn’t listen to him, goes behind his back to make a deal with Death, and ends up an immortal head. But Morpheus is also a father, bereaved and powerless to help his son. He can’t even grieve with Calliope because she lashes out at him in her pain, blaming Dream for what happened to their son. The loss of Orpheus is too fresh. So rather than deal with it, Morpheus puts his son’s head somewhere safe and refuses to acknowledge what has happened.

Until Calliope (the episode). Morpheus is still raw from his own captivity, reminded again of it when he sees Calliope. They have both been damaged by trauma and they reach out to each other. Calliope wants to heal from the loss of their son, two parents finally able to talk about their grief now that the storm of their anger has passed. Morpheus is still not ready, likely because he’s feeling emotions that he’s blocked away for (possibly) centuries.

Train tracks. All of it leading to the outcome of the story in the Kindly Ones. All because Morpheus is FINALLY dealing with the traumas of his past choices and his own view of himself. He never expected to change this much, this quickly. He’s defined himself by his function, by the fact that even though he is the master of a shifting, ever-moving realm, he is inviolable. And he’s been proven incorrect on this.

Change or die.

Sweet saints, I adore this show.

#dream of the endless sandman #the sandman #comic #netflix #morpheus #theory #trauma

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santmat · 1 year

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Selections from the Mystic Poetry of Lalla of Kashmir

Restless mind, don’t infect the heart with fear. That virus is not for you. The Infinite knows what you hunger for. Ask Him to carry you across.

Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake. Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. Some are at home in the world but keep their hands clean.

Good or bad, I’m happy to welcome both. I don’t hear with my ears, I don’t see with my eyes. A voice speaks inside my heart, my jewel-lamp burns bright even in a rampaging wind.

Lord! I’ve never known who I really am, or You. I threw my love away on this lousy carcass and never figured it out: You’re me, I’m You. All I ever did was doubt: Who am I? Who are You?

Wrapped up in Yourself, You hid from me. All day I looked for You and when I found You hiding inside me, I ran wild, playing now me, now You.

Don’t flail about like a man wearing a blindfold. Believe me, He’s in here. Come in and see for yourself. You’ll stop hunting for Him all over.

A thousand times at least I asked my Guru to give Nothingness a name. Then I gave up. What name can you give to the source from which all names have sprung?

Who trusts his Master’s word and controls the mind-horse with the reins of wisdom, he shall not die, he shall not be killed.

Those who glow with the light of the Self are freed from life even while they live. But fools add knots by the hundred to the tangled net of the world.

When the dirt was wiped away from my mind’s mirror, people knew me for a lover of God. When I saw Him there, so close to me, He was All, I was nothing.

I trapped my breath in the bellows of my throat: a lamp blazed up inside, showed me who I really was. I crossed the darkness holding fast to that lamp, scattering its light-seeds around me as I went.

Alone, I crossed the Field of Emptiness, dropping my reason and my senses. I stumbled on my own secret there and flowered, a lotus rising from a marsh.

My mind boomed with the sound of Om, my body was a burning coal. Six roads brought me to a seventh, that’s how Lalla reached the Field of Light.

You rule the earth, breathe life into the five elements. All creation throbs with the Unstruck Sound. Immeasurable, who can take Your measure?

He who strikes the Unstruck Sound, calls space his body and emptiness his home, who has neither name nor colour nor family nor form, who, meditating on Himself, is both Source and Sound, is the god who shall mount and ride this horse.

He knows the crown is the temple of Self. His breath is deepened by the Unstruck Sound. He has freed himself from the prison of delusion. He knows he is God, who shall He worship?

Master, leave these palm leaves and birch barks to parrots who recite the name of God in a cage. Good luck, I say, to those who think they’ve read the scriptures. The greatest scripture is the one that’s playing in my head.

What the books taught me, I’ve practiced. What they didn’t teach me, I’ve taught myself. I’ve gone into the forest and wrestled with the lion. I didn’t get this far by teaching one thing and doing another.

I gave myself to Him, body and soul, became a bell that the clear note of Him rang through. Thoughts fixed on Him, I flew through the sky and unlocked the mysteries of heaven and hell.

Wear the robe of wisdom, brand Lalla’s words on your heart, lose yourself in the soul’s light, you too shall be free.

-- I, LALLA The Poems of Lal Ded Translated from the Kashmiri by Ranjit Hoskote

#lalla #kashmir #kashmir shaivism #communion with God #meditation #spirituality #mystics #poetry #sants #sufis

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countrymusiclover · 4 months

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36- Finally Defeating the Hollow

Part 37

Family is More than Blood

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Klaus’s pov

Our entire group was confused including the dead family members that were with us. None of us were prepared to find these people here inside of what you would call her mindscape I suppose. Stepping towards Josette I met her gaze. “Josette, I am not sure why exactly we are seeing you right now.”

“Is it because of Kai?” Uncle Joshua asked, stepping up beside his daughter.

Alina crossed her arms over her chest. “He’s dead. Alaric and our mother killed him. But you can say this is entirely his fault.”

“What do you mean?” Liv asked with Luke looking confused like the rest of us.

Hope eyed her older cousins. “We placed this thing called the Hollow inside of his prison world. But he managed to escape and freed it with him. After he freed it he convinced a student at our school to attack our mother when the Hollow’s magic was inside of her.”

“Mom destroyed the person who had the dark magic but now it’s changing her. She tried to take the magic from everyone in our supernatural school. Which is something she’d never do.” Missy added on to what her sister had said.

Josette covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh geez. She consumed dark magic like last time.” I stared at her remembering when my wife had gone and asked for her aid first. She knew more about this or maybe just as much as I did.

“What the hell is happening to my daughter, Klaus. You made a promise to me that you would protect her.” Eliza stomps up to me getting up in my face as much as possible.

I met her gaze hearing her heart rate increase even though she was technically dead even inside her daughter’s mind. “Calm down, Eliza. I thought we had handled it. This was not an intentional thing.”

“So what was the original plan before you found us apparently inside of Raelyn’s mind?” Luke asked looking at me then to the rest of the family.

Freya stepped up to my side declaring the plan that we had in mind. “The plan we came up with was to combine all of our magical abilities together. Raelyn currently has the dark magic in her controlling her consciousness. We will siphon it away and trap it in another prison world.”

“But if we’re seeing you all then that means we are inside the part of my sister's mind that she finds some joy in. Meaning we’re probably in the wrong spot.” Jacob said, holding Andrea’s hand in his.

Glancing over my shoulder and slightly turning my body back towards my brother in law. “What do you mean, Jacob?”

“I’m saying that we need to be looking for the section that has darkness. The parts of her mind that she keeps barred away. The parts that she wants to hide from herself. The parts that she’s fighting everyday. That’s what we need to be searching for.” He responded.

Joshua tapped his chin in thought. “The one thing I know she dreads is her memories of the Merge.”

“And the fear of losing her children.” Josette points out tucking hair behind her ear.

Davina tapped her foot and Valerie just watched from the sidelines. Freya came up to me seeing that I was lost in my own thoughts. If this was going into the darkness that Raelyn feared I knew the thing that triggered her the most. She was terrified to die because of the Merge. “I know what we’re looking for. We just need what Elijah referred to as his red door.”

“Well that’s great. Do you have any idea of what it could look like?” Valerie grumbled with her hands resting on her hips.

Throwing my head back I groaned wishing that this wasn’t so hard. I believed that I knew my wife more than I apparently did right now. She cared about her cousins, was afraid of accidentally killing them all after the merge and I was all of her firsts in our relationship. Yet her mind seemed to be more complicated if we needed to find where she kept all of her darkest secrets and fears hidden away. I was at a complete bloody loss on the matter. “Jacob, you’re her twin brother. What would she imagine if she wanted to hide things away?”

“Don’t put me on the spot or anything, Klaus.” The male heretic huffed, slumping his shoulders. He ran a hand through his curls in quick thought. “What about our childhood home? After we left there everything pretty much got screwed up.”

Davain began coughing and she covered her mouth with her. She drew it away showing us some blood. “Uh guys…something is going wrong.”

“Urgh!” Alina winced dropping down on her knees where Freya and I rushed over to her with Josette all in a moment of honor and worry.

Placing a hand on the side of her head I scanned her quickly knowing we couldn’t see any physical damage or any kind of injuries while inside her mothers mind. “Alina, what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“I….don’t…know.” She winced, holding her stomach gripping her belly with one hand.

Josette looked between me and my second daughter. “If she’s pregnant in her mindscape. How far along was she when you came in here?”

“I am nearing my due date. Do you think…I’m due now?” She asked the former doctor.

Josette slumped her shoulders. “I believe so. You need to leave here. And whoever else is feeling the effects of the spell. It’s slowly killing you by the amount of magic inside of Raelyn.”

“Davina, you and Alina need to leave now. Hope you go with them.” I declared sternly.

Hope stomps her foot. “I’m not going anywhere, dad. This is mom we are talking about!”

“Actually we might not have a choice here, Hope. All of us are linked to one another so if one of us leaves. We will all still be connected to your mother. Everyone except Klaus since he’s not a witch.” Valerie admitted with a weak expression.

Getting to my feet I could see it on my triplet daughter’s faces that this new plan sucked. But we didn’t have many options if we wanted to save their mother. “This wasn’t what we hoped. Yet we have no other options. You all have your part in siphoning the magic from her. I’ll find the door that we need and make her stop running from her fears.”

“Bring her home, brother.” Freya said while every witch grabbed hands disappearing from my vision.

Eliza placed a hand on my shoulder, sending me a soft smile. “Klaus, I’m sorry for panicking earlier. I just…when you see my daughter tell her that we are all proud of her.”

“I am sorry for all the pain I put her through.” Joshua replied.

Josette grasps my hands in hers, sniffing through tears. “Klaus, tell Raelyn to watch out for my girls. I know you already have but let her know how much I appreciate it.”

“I will….Give me a sign, Raelyn. Show me the fire you need me to through with you.” I lifted my head up to the ceiling, closing my eyes. I heard something blow past me so when I opened my eyes once more I saw nothing but darkness around me. The darkness slightly lightened up showing me a tv tarp that you would play outside movies on. Stepping forward I didn’t quite understand what was happening until I noticed someone was sitting on the ground in front of it watching it silently. “Raelyn?”

“Klaus…it's all happening again. I…I can't face it.” She admitted looking over her shoulder seeing me standing there.

Sitting down beside her I lifted my eyes upwards to the screen figuring out what she meant by that. “Rae, what are you talking about?”

"Jacob!" She suddenly gasped, shooting up in a sitting position. My heart beating quick as my eyes flickered around the forest landing on my twin brother laying on his back. Rushing to her feet she dropped on her knees shaking him lightly trying to wake him up. "Jacob, Jacob. Come on wake up. Please wake up, Jacob." My father stepped up placing a hand on her shoulder making her whip her head up starting to cry. "Why - why won't he wake up dad - what's going on?"

Instead of responding he bends down removing the gemstone necklace from around his neck that he always wore, placing it in her hand. "You have won the Merge, Raelyn."

"He can't die, mother...He's my brother, my twin...I won't lose him!" Suddenly she winced feeling her mother draw magic from her, yanking me away from my brother. Stomping my boots in the dirt she started crying more out of such confusion. "Why would he - what the hell is the Merge, mother!"

She frustratedly runs her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back in agony. "It's a ritual that happens to twins born into our Coven. Since you and Jacob just turned 22 today that is the year to have the Merge...it's where you combine your strengths together...there can only be one winner."

Another memory flashed across the screen that I didn’t recognize, meaning it must have been during the time I was trapped in New Orleans with Marcel. Shifting my gaze to my wife I could see tears slipping down her face by now.

Jo took his other hand and began chanting. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.”

Jo and Kai then began chanting together. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.” Until Jo fell backwards and she saw a new image flash through our minds. Luke had knocked his sister out for a few minutes and declared to merge with his older brother.

Kai and Luke were chanting when she entered his mind again. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus-- “

Jo cried. “Luke, no!”

“Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.” Kai and Luke fell backwards, unconscious with Jo crying out after she had woken up from the sleeping spell.

Joshua declared. “Luke is gone.” His gaze shifted to mine with a horrific look feeling what she had minutes ago.

Liv gasped looking between me and her father. “What? Rae, he can’t be serious.”

Clutching my eyes closed, the vision of Jacob collapsing in front of me flashed through my mind. Releasing my hands from fists sheshook my head sniffing through tears. “Liv I, I wish it wasn’t true. But Luke…he’s…”

Joshua finished my train of thought, still terrified. “I can feel it. He merged with Kai and Kai won. Luke is gone.”

“Rae, look at me. This isn’t real. It’s just the Hollow playing tricks on your mind.” Placing a hand on her shoulder she jumps slightly turning to face me. She had tears streaming down her face now.

She shakes her head sobbing. “Klaus, it’s all still real. It’s all up here…It’s still a part of me.”

“Rae, look at me.” I crawled in front of her cupping her face in my hands pressing my forehead against hers so she’d focus only on me and not the horrors she had haunting her at night. “I know that you feel like these nightmares are your fault. But they are not. These are just horrible things that happened to you.”

She gripped my forearms, shaking under all the stress. “I can’t push it all away, Nik. I can’t just push through what happened.” I didn’t need to turn around to know what the next memory was once I heard Alaric declaring his wedding vows.

Jo chuckled beginning her vows until Raelyn smelled blood, saw she stabbed through the stomach and her dress was red. “Oh, God. That's a tough act to follow. Here goes. Alaric Saltzman, you are…”

Alaric caught his soon to be wife collapsing into his arms. “Jo? Jo? Jo? Oh, my God. Jo? Jo? Jo?! Oh, God. No!”

She winced where Raelyn vamped from my seat, biting into her wrist drawing blood. “Aah! Aah!”

“Jo drink!” Shoving her wrist over her mouth she attempts to drink but she was losing too much blood too fast.

Alaric began crying, staring at me. “No! No, no, no, no.”

Suddenly before our eyes Kai appeared from being invisible standing beside Elena holding a bloody knife in his hand. “I was gonna wait till the "death do us part" bit, but it seemed a little on the nose.”

Raelyn shut her eyes tightly letting the tears fall down her face. She hugged her knees to her chest trying to bury her face into herself. “It’s all too much, Klaus! The Hollow won’t leave me alone unless I get it more magic. The nightmares….they’ll just keep haunting me.”

“Don’t worry about the Hollow. It’s being taken care of, I promise you.” Drawing my head back away from hers I wiped away fallen tears with my thumbs. I knew that she was horrified to let all the pain go away. “I need you to focus on my voice, focus on me being here with you, focus on nothing else but me.”

Raelyn grasped my shirt in her fists. “I can’t let this go….I can’t deal with it like this.”

“You’re not alone with these memories, Raelyn. I will be here for you through the good and the bad. You just need to let go…you need to let go of all the pain and accept the fact that they are gone.” I responded to her praying that she listened to me.

“They’re gone, Nik. They're ... .Jo….Liv….Luke…my mother all gone ... .even uncle Joshua. She buries her face into my chest heavily sobbing. Her fingers wrapped around the material and she remained so close to me as she could possibly manage.

I wrapped my arms around her just holding my wife closer to his chest. Running one hand through her hair I whispered into her ear. “Sssh Rae….I’m here.” Blinking through my own tears I held her close seeing the darkness disappear and I collapsed onto the floor with her too.

I gasped sharply seeing the stars above my head and I slowly sat upright. Frantically looking around the area I ran a hand through my hair seeing Raelyn laying on the ground. “Klaus, we’re just about to do the spell. Did you get her to open her mind?” Freya came rushing over bending down on a knee to me.

“I think so, Raelyn! Raelyn, please wake up. Please take up.” I scrambled to my feet hovering above her body over her sleeping form. I watched her eyes open and she gasped slowly taking in some breaths. “There you are, heretic queen.”

She lifted her hand up touching my face. “Nik…”

“She’s awake, Freya….you’re gonna be just fine honey.” I brushed her hair out of her face and she sniffed through tears right before the torches around us were lit up again.

Valerie came forward past the circle of sand and dropped herself onto a knee. She placed her hands on Raelyn’s chest focusing on her gaze when she started to panic about what was happening in the moment. “Raelyn, don’t panic now. This will save your life. You trust me don’t you?”

“Yes.” She croaked out.

Valerie looked back at the rest of our family. Alina was standing on the outside of the circle with Hayley. Jacob, Andrea, Hope, Davina, Freya, Lizzie, Josie and Missy were all now holding hands siphoning power from one another to be as strong enough to perform the spell. Valerie turned back around taking a breath chanting. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras, radamis phasmatos ex sonos. Resustamen ex veram vatas. Radamis phasmatos ex sonos…”

Keeping my eyes trained on my wife I could see Valerie’s hands turning her chest red from the siphoning. She winced a couple of times before all of us saw a bright blue glow leaving her body. The source shot up into the sky. “Let’s go.” Scooping my wife up in my arms Valerie and I vamped over the barrier.

The Hollow’s blue magic raced around the barricade but it wasn’t going to hold it for long. Whipping my head around I looked at the witches needing to do something. “We need to trap it now.”

“We’re on it, dad…..Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Phesmatos filio, phesmatos effurgarex perpetuum!” Missy declared and the chanting began. The Hollow magic roared and tried fighting against them but the sky turned bright before there was a flash of light and we all saw it had disappeared.

Josie stepped forward catching the Ascendent in her hands. Raelyn held onto me for balance hearing someone cry out and she immediately went into motherly panic mode. “Alina! What is going on? Talk to me sweetheart.”

“Mom…it’s the baby.” Alina clutched her stomach, almost falling to her knees. I moved my attention to my daughter and saw liquid coming from between her legs. She started crying in a panic. “The baby’s coming.”

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moontheoretist · 1 year

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About how care can become abuse.

When I think about Razaren I did not immediately assume the “point of view of the slaver” even though I should, because he was raised in a society that sees slavery as something normal, hell, rising above other slaves to become a servant to a Magister, is seen as something admirable, glorious, magnificent to the point that Varania even hates Fenris in DA2, because she thinks he had a better life as bodyguard to a Magister than her and her mother that he freed had upon losing their slave status. Which means that rising above other slaves while staying a slave is seen as better than buying yourself out of slavery, at least for Varania. Unfortunately, I don’t know any other DA character that could provide the comparison here in regard to this topic.

Still I was willing to entertain the idea that maybe Razaren was telling the truth and that he was a prisoner too. He was not a slave, but he was a prisoner of expectations, bloodline, parent who was shown to be abusive and hold racist and dehumanizing views about slaves.

When he said that he and Miriam were both prisoners, I inadvertently thought about the case of Gamora and Nebula from MCU. Keep in mind that the comparison is not 1:1, as both Gamora and Nebula were kidnapped as kids and raised as assassins by their abusive “father”, but similar enough that it sprouted into my head almost immediately. If Razaren wasn’t of the Ammosine bloodline, but was instead some adopted kid raised as Ammosine, the comparison would be nearly 1:1, because what the comparison is about is that he had privilege that “his siblings” did not, and he failed to not only see, but accept it.

If he accepted it, he would be 50% more decent guy than he was.

Instead, he was so obsessed with the idea that they were family, that he disregarded his own privilege simply on the note that they shared the same abusive parent who possibly tormented them all.

In Razaren’s head he was abused by his mother in different ways, and it made him equal to “his siblings” (as long as imagining them as his bodyguards when he raises to be the next Divine can be considered “equal” lol, he really did not know what equal means, like at all), but in Miriam’s head his abuse was and never will be comparable to hers and her brother’s, because he had a privilege of being Ammosine, and they were just their slaves. What I found interesting is that even though the show never shows us how Razaren’s mother treated him when they were alone beyond her very toxic “no Ammosine failed a Harrowing in 300 years” scream, it showed us that Razaren didn’t even care about his mother’s death. He crawled to Neb, and he cared only about Neb’s death. Miriam accused him of killing her brother, even though in this scene it was apparent that Razaren was not the one who did that, but it was his mother instead. I don’t want to say that he was innocent or not a bad person, because he clearly was, considering that he saw them both as his to the point that he could not take their refusal of being his family and called them ungrateful.

Because as far as he is concerned, they are HIS family / slaves. He owns them as much as father thinks he owns his wife and children. He is possessive of them, he thinks that he is entitled to having them as his family, and that only he can give them what they need.

I must say that in that mindscape scene when he reacted with anger and frustration to hearing “no” he reminded me a lot of a “nice guy”, who sees himself as good, but the moment he doesn’t get what he wants he drops the pretense of caring and takes what he wants by force. That’s why Razaren is an abuser. That’s why Razaren is a slaver.

Even if he was not responsible for Neb’s death, even if he cared about his family, his own obsessive and selfish desire to have a family was more important to him than the feelings of the people that were to be his family. Which basically puts him in the same boat as any abusive family member I ever saw or met. People say that “true family would listen to each other, care about each other's feelings, respect each other's decisions” and so on. I like to think that it’s true. That maybe that’s what the true family would do, but my experience with family is abuse, and that is the only frame I can see family through. That family will disregard your decisions, diminish you and mock you, manipulate you, make you feel as less until you accept that their selfish desires, ideas and opinions are more right than yours and make you submit.

This is a type of family that you reject and run from, even if they care about you. I can’t tell you how many times I heard someone abused me out of caring for me, while in truth it was just to change me to fit their narrow-minded ideas about what I should be for them. Razaren is exactly the same. Even if his care is genuine, his behavior is toxic and abusive, and his intentions will never overwrite his actions. His good intentions that are only good in his own head will never make it right for him to just ignore the wishes and desires of Miriam and Neb.

Hell is paved with good intentions, and Razaren went straight there.

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #razarem ammosine #tw abuse #to me his behavior works both if care was faked and if it was real #people who don't respect you but still care about you can abuse you #let's not delve into if that care is true or not if they inflict abuse #that is too complicated of a topic

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the lengths the beasts and elder would go for benign oh my god

we already know the beasts are fucked up but oh little do we know elder faerie is probably just as fucked up as them, that man wouldn't even think to hesitate to do some horribly drastic shit for benign

if benign were to somehow get hurt to a near crumbling state, elder would not even hesitate to make a deal with shadow milk, no hesitation to use dark magic to aid in her recovery

"Help me, I'll free you from your prison."

"Why should I believe you?! You're the one who locked us in this stupid tree in the first place!!"

"Benign Butter is hurt." "Help me and I will set you free."

shadow milk wouldn't hesitate either now knowing the reason for elder faerie making a deal with him, because if they were in opposite positions, he'd likely do the same

elder faerie knows he shouldn't be selfish, shouldn't be freeing the beasts period, but he already lost white lily, he refuses to lose benign butter

the beasts refuse to lose her too

and the most surprising part? everyone is completely civil with each other, because this is benign they're worrying about, they all share a common goal in the moment, and lord knows benign would hate for them to be fighting in a moment where they should be working together, so they're being as polite with each other as they can be

"love makes you do stupid things" is a quote that has never applied anywhere more than it applies here, because it's completely foolish and stupid idea to free literal evil incarnate just to save your wife from death that isn't even guaranteed

and something to make that quote even truer? elder willingly breaks into the home of one of the witches to acquire more life powder for benign's recovery, with shadow milk and eternal sugar's help!!! he strictly goes against the rule of the witches and steals from them just to help her because he is not losing his wife!! THEY are not losing THEIR wife!!!

poor benign is probably mortified when she's fully recovered because elder specifically went against his duties as the guardian of the silver tree and outright freed her former comrades to save her, and he has absolutely no explanation for it!! but low and behold- the beasts actually stay civil after she's recovered!

why do they stay civil? because they learned just how deeply elder faerie cares for her, and actually them too, because he went to some fucking cracked ass lengths to get them all free to help him with her recovery, entirely took it upon himself to fight tooth and nail to keep THEM safe while they regained enough strength to fight on their own and travel back to the silver kingdom

they learned he cared about them just as much as he cared about benign when he rushed to their sides to protect them from a severely mutated yeast spore more than likely caused by dark enchantress's bullshit somewhere on beast-yeast, shielded them from all sorts of attacks while they recovered and still fought to protect them when they were back on their feet and beating the absolute shit of the massive bastard of a spore

when benign wakes up, she's greeted by the faces of her former comrades huddled around her, all quietly checking on her and a sleeping elder who had been crying just hours before until he passed out, and the moment they realize she's awake, their expressions erupt into pure joy, burning spice goes to yell but eternal sugar smacks a hand over his mouth and reminds him the fae king is sleeping, to which burning spice sheepishly shrinks back before practically tackle hugging benign, nearly jostling elder from his place draped over her lap, causing eternal to shake her head as she and mystic go to join the hug

silent is miraculously without most of his armor, at least the heavy duty stuff, instead wearing a severely modified robe from elder's closet with just his gauntlets and boots, plus the joint coverage pieces like shoulder pads and knee pads, and shadow milk is surprisingly back in a set of scholar's robes (he wanted to look the part for going into dark magic again but also the robes were just fuckin' comfy man)

mystic is, well, being mystic, they're in tears, but they've sucked it up and are keeping their voice as even as they can as they nuzzle up to benign, whispering about how glad they are that she's okay as they hold her hand, gently rubbing her fingers and humming softly

eternal's expression is the softest of the beasts, she knows benign is probably still exhausted, but she's genuinely delighted that their dear companion is okay, that she's alive, and she can't help herself from coiling her tail around benign's arm, if only to feel her pulse just a bit better, to make sure she's alive

burning is trying so hard not to jump around and shout in joy because elder is sleeping, but it's still very clear just how happy the spicy boy is about her recovery, he hugs her so tightly but so gently at the same time that it's almost disorienting

when elder wakes up, lifts his head from benign's lap, benign can see his face, can see his puffy red eyes from crying and staying up so late worrying about her, shadow would tap elder's shoulder, making him start to turn his head, only to realize benign is awake, and actually properly wake up from there in an instant, and he's in tears for the fourth time that night

elder has the biggest loving grin in his face as he hugs her, sobbing joyfully into her dough as he laughs in a way that seems like he's absolutely lost it, and truthfully he probably has given the lengths he went for her safety, but nonetheless he's laugh-crying and he hugs her and everyone joins in on the hug, even silent who i imagine wouldn't have been the biggest on hug unless it's a really important or special moment

i can't imagine benign being anything but confused about the situation, the outfit changes of some of her former comrades, the fact her former comrades are like legitimately free and moving around, the fact they seem to be getting along surprisingly well with elder like they've learned something about the fae king that makes them respect him

but screw it, who's she to complain if her spouses are getting along?

of course, elder has a mountain of things to explain to her, and he is not going to get away with sweeping it under the rug, but for the moment explanations can wait

anyways resurrection through considered highly unethical means is the greatest show of love in existence nobody is allowed to fight me on that /silly WOOOOOO I LOVE MORALLY FUCKED UP AND COMPLEX RELATIONSHIPS AND CHARACTERS AISNHDUAHWEIAHWEIAWEIHAW

oh my god wait here me out guy oh my god Elder Faerie corruption arc Elder Faerie corruption arc Elder Faerie corruption arc-

'elder faerie is probably just as fucked up as them, that man wouldn't even think to hesitate to do some horribly drastic shit for benign' what if this man just fucking snaps- GOD EVIL AND FUCKED UP ELDER FAERIE BRAINROT

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Peau d'Âne's daughter and the Lost Boy

This is part 1 and 2 are there :) this is the final part!!!

Summary: After (Y/N)'s sudden departure, Felix deals with loneliness and his own feelings.

Liphine the Lilac Fairy, godmother of royal princesses and princes, had been staying with them since she had been freed from her prison. She was a very nice person, and Felix came to appreciate her quite a lot. She was maternal in her own way, and he enjoyed that she wasn’t pitying him like the others were doing. But, she didn’t understand a lot of the mortal’s life: she seemed intrigued on why Felix was washing the dirty dishes. He replied he needed to get them done, and since the dishwasher was broken (or Rumpletilskin had lied to him again in order to punish the lost boy with chores), someone had to do them.

"Do you want to be taught some magic? You have shown quite the ability when you touched my wand."

"You… know what happened?" Felix asked, feeling like a child who had been stealing and caught. He washed his hands quickly as he finished lining up the plates so they could dry.

"Of course. My wand is connected to me, this is why Rumpletilskin put it in this… hideous box." The fairy spoke, probably repulsed by the box which was a simple one. "First, we have to fix your posture. Head up, behave as if you were a puppet." She instructed, putting the wand underneath his chin.

“I am not very sure it will work, Liphine. I am not… great at learning.”

“Hush now, child, and listen to your elders.” The fairy instructed as she went on about the importance of pronunciation and posture in order to cast a spell.

The evening came fast, and the blond was tired. Learning was indeed laborious but thankfully, Liphine was very patient with him. He liked that about her too: just like (Y/N), she made sure he had understood everything and replied to every of his questions without questioning or deeming them as stupid.

Sometimes, the fairy would leave or disappear, stating she was searching for (Y/N). Felix didn’t believe her most of the time about this, but he didn’t want to find out what she was actually doing. He understood and knew it was hard to live in this town, and under this roof, especially with a mortal enemy.

As the evening came, Felix found himself eating alone, again, in the small kitchen. The door opened on its own, and the Dark One walked in, a lot of papers and documents in his hands. He still walked with that awful cane. The blond didn’t say anything, not afraid of him, he just didn’t feel like speaking. And he was certain that if he did, it would lead to yet another argument between the two of them.

"Any news from her?" Rumpletilskin suddenly asked, his eyes not meeting him as he was arranging his paperwork.

"No." Felix replied in a soft tone as he stood up and put his plate in the sink. "She… I don't think she wants to talk to anyone."

He thought he was done with it so he walked past the older man. He put his mug inside the dishwasher and closed it. Glancing warily at the Dark One, he sighed in relief when there was no sign that he wished to talk more about the subject.

"I don't… We shouldn't have taken you here. Our lives would have stayed the same." He muttered under his breath which made Felix’s blood boil.

"How can you say that?! You brought this upon yourself! I wasn't the one hiding secrets from her!" Felix snapped, turning around suddenly. His hands reached for a kitchen knife, a urge to kill manifesting in his body.

"Stop it you two!"

It was the first time he had heard Belle raising her voice at them. He was very astonished by that: that woman was always soft spoken and never really got angry. She looked mad as well: her hair was disheveled and her eyes glared at both of them.

"You have been arguing for the last week. No wonder (Y/N) left if she knew you were going to be that way." She groaned and Rumpletilskin rushed at her side, begging her not to go away. "I am not leaving, but this situation is already hard. Don't aggravate it please."

"Will do. Sorry." Felix apologized, figuring that having her on his side was more important than fighting with the Dark One. "Liphine is waiting for me." He told them as he moved to go outside, sensing the usual warmth of the Lilac fairy. He felt excited to learn more about magic.

"At this time? It's dark outside." Belle spoke out in a motherly tone.

"We will be in the garden. She says she wants me to learn about stars."

"Constellation magic. Good choice." Rumpletilskin nodded, understanding the terms more than Belle.

The blond haired boy enjoyed spending time with the fairy. She seemed to understand him more than everyone else in this town. She was kind and nice but she had that light in her eyes when things didn't go her way… Her magic was the most extraordinary he had ever seen. He was sure Pan couldn't rival her in any ways in this domain.

She was waiting for him as usual outside, her eyes on the sky. He approached her silently, not wanting to spook her. But she seemed to know he was there: she turned her head and smiled at him.

"Rumpletilskin is making your head spin with anger, isn't he?"

"How do you know that?"

"Magic, my dearest."

He loved her kind words to him. It changed from the harsh environment in Neverland. When he thought about it, it felt like this time was centuries ago. He suddenly started to feel… shame. Shame for forgetting so quickly about his former home, yes sometimes it was bad and harsh, but he had some kind of family there.

"Are you alright?" The question made him snap back to reality and he just nodded, affirming he was indeed okay. He didn’t want to worry her that much.

The lesson went on smoothly and Liphine seemed proud of finding a new protégé. She was radiating such grace and joy, Felix wondered if she ever felt sad in her life. She was also incredibly nonchalant, taking life as it was coming. He also wondered if she had always been this wise, but sometimes her sentences were a bit weird, and sometimes, she talked like she was singing a poem. Her words matched with each other.

Her magic was also very different from (Y/N) and Rumpletilskin, hers was clearly made for goodness. He had witnessed such terrors and horrors with Pan’s as well that he always believed only served to attack or curse someone. He helped her pack up the books she had used and pulled from thin air and went back inside. Oddly enough, Belle and Rumple weren’t present.

“They must have left somewhere.” Felix hummed, liking the fact he was not with the old man. “I have the house for myself.” He then smiled, enjoying the silence. “Where are you going tonight?” He asked the fairy after putting some books on a shelf.

“Seeing some old fairy friends. You wouldn’t like it, you are too young to understand what we speak about.” She answered, leaving some parts of mystery again in her sentences. “I must make haste and leave at once. Be a dear, and keep my wand close to you.”

“Wait what? Why?” He felt like it was a huge responsibility bestowed upon him. The wand felt light and cold in his hands and he was still very fascinated by the crystal and sparkly object. “How can she use magic without her wand?” He questioned no one, very confused on how she was able to do this.

He was now alone in the house. Felix tried to figure out how to spend those precious hours alone, in the dark. He thought about annoying Rumpletilskin by messing up not only the house but also his precious store. Did he like the store more than Belle? Maybe it was time to find out!

With a chuckle, he approached an odd bronze statue of a lion and a mouse, that he knew the Dark One loved. The lion had a crown on his head and the mouse seemed to eat a nest trap. He wondered why Rumpletliskin had this statue protected by thick glass; it didn’t seem very valuable in Felix’s eyes. He stayed there, for a few minutes, observing the statue. Perhaps it was moving or magical, and he couldn’t see it.

“You traitor!”

Suddenly, someone knocked him down, and Felix’s head hit the ground hard. He howled at the pain and tried to get his attacker off him. Sharon started to hiss at the stranger, and he guessed it was bad news. If the cat didn’t seem to appreciate someone and reacted this way, it was better to be on his guard, and the blond haired boy was more than on his guard. He pushed the opponent to his left and quickly got up, scrambling to get a weapon. Luckily, the shop was full of them, so he was able to get an old and rusty broken sword. It would do for now.

“You… You traitor, you good for nothing useless son of a bitch!”

It was Peter Pan.

He was standing there, panting, eyes burning holes into his former second in command.

His eyes held such a fury that Felix shivered instantly his hands started to shake badly but he still held his ground. Why would Peter even call him a traitor? He didn’t do anything! He was not the one snooping to the heroes about his whereabouts back on Neverland, where he failed again and again. So, he was confused and surprised to be able to see him. Last thing he remembered, he was imprisoned in some sort of magic box.

Everything hit him like a brick: Felix was supposed to help Pan out. He was supposed to break him free. That was the reason for his wrath and anger. surely, he could calm him down. It was incredible that he broke free by his own means, he was such a powerful being, and the blond haired boy felt the same energy of when he met the king of Neverland for the first time: tiny. He felt small.

“You are fucking around with his daughter!” Pan accused, stepping quickly toward his direction, kicking the cat out of his way.

“She is not his daughter! And I am not fucking her!” Felix yelled, backing off in the kitchen. How did Pan know about (Y/N)? Has he broken free earlier and spied on him? Why? “I was using her, I was trying to make a plan to help you!”

“No you didn’t. I had to do it on my own. If you want to get things down, then you have to do it yourself, as we say.” He responded and Felix felt small again, like a little boy being scolded by his father after being falsely accused of breaking a vase. “You changed Felix… or perhaps you didn’t. You were always a little shit. I am glad you shed your true colors. I have no use for you now.”

Behind him, the former lost boy heard the kettle boiling. Taking a glimpse as fast as he could, he didn’t take the time to question who had put the object on the stove. This didn’t matter now, what did was that Pan was ready to kill him, and Felix didn’t want to die now. He wanted to see (Y/N) before, and other things. The girl really had taken over his thoughts.

��I never meant to betray you Pan.” He started to move toward the stove slowly, thinking he could at least try to talk it out with the green devil. “It is so different here.”

“A good second in command wouldn’t have done that.”

“Well, sometimes, you just have to try something new. It is part of learning.” He could feel the heat of the stove on his back and he stopped, looking like a mouse in a trap.

“And growing up. You disappoint me Felix, you who had such a strong fear of becoming an adult, you smell and behave like one now.” The green eyed boy spat with such venom that Felix had trouble coming up with something else. “I should have killed you centuries ago, you ugly bastard.”

“You’re right… Ladies often took a very quick and strong liking to you. Will it be better if your face melted off?!” Felix finished as he grasped the handle of the kettle and threw the hot water at Peter’s face, before throwing the whole object at his former best friend and darting out of the kitchen as the latter howled in pain.

He tried to go upstairs, the wand still cold in his left hand. However, he barely dodged a fireball that destroyed an ancient painting which got consumed by the fire. He winced: Rumpletilskin will make him pay for that, but his anger was the last of his problems. Now, Pan was furious and enraged, and Felix knew better than anyone that he was going to be destroyed slowly if Peter got his hands on him.

Whirling around, Felix decided to use the wand and casted a spell, just like Liphine had taught him. He used his energy and his fear of dying to make a blast big enough to send Peter against the wall. Perhaps it will also weaken him. But, with the lack of practice, all it formed was a small light purple sphere that the king of Neverland stopped quite easily. The blond haired boy was out of breath, using magic when you weren’t used to it was very wearing and tiring. Unfortunately, this was the moment Pan chose to jump on him, and he accidentally let go of the wand, which fell on the carpet below.

“You know magic?! YOU?!” Peter slammed his fist right in his face, and his other hand was circling the blond’s throat, preventing him from breathing.

“They… They tried to teach me…” He made out with a gurgle, as blood started to roll from his nose, knowing it was broken. He winced as Pan snatched a handful of his blond locks, turning his face toward the stairs. He never understood why Pan didn’t like sharing his wiseness and magic, perhaps, it showed how greedy his former best friend was.

“I am going to scare you a little more, and then show your fucking face to his bitch of a daughter, she will finally see what the true Felix looks like…” Peter whispered with a sadistic smile, his tone low and dangerous. “And when I am through with you, they will not even recognise your fucking ugly self.”

He was not ready for the pain.

Peter Pan didn’t waste his time slamming Felix’s face against the wooden stairs, and he was trying to stop him by all means. After the two attempts at breaking his face, Peter stopped, he seemed euphoric, chuckling at the bloody mess he had made. The blond only closed his eyes, praying it will soon be over, but knowing him, he knew it won’t be the case. He had to endure it somehow.

“Get away from him!”

The voice startled both of the boys. Felix felt free abruptly and he had trouble supporting his head, so he laid it against his arm, on the stairs. He knew who was there now and he felt incredibly relieved. He curled on himself and tried to get his strength back, but it was hard when your face had been slammed repeatedly into the stairs. But he needed to see what was going on, so he turned his head and was amazed by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

As he expected, (Y/N) was present, and she was using her magic offensively against Peter Pan, who couldn’t dodge all of her spells and hexes. She looked infuriated and angry, and he could feel how tense she was by the way she casted and used her magic. It was wild, powerful, violent and intense. When hope seemed lost to Peter, the latter just smiled again, but this time, it was a smile for manipulation and the blond hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t fall for that.

“Relax, love, I was just teaching him a lesson.”

“I am going to teach you one: never lay a hand on him again or I will kill you, tear your limbs apart while you still are breathing and use your body parts to decorate my bedroom!” (Y/N) hissed as she used her magic to open the backdoor, the one which led directly to the store. “He’s in there!” She yelled at someone, but Felix couldn’t see who.

In less than a few minutes, Pan was stripped away from his powers. The Dark One and Liphine (who had recovered her magic wand) seemed to have accomplished something he never thought could happen. He was harmless now, and apparently, they were taking him somewhere more protected than a tiny box. It happened all so fast, it made his head spin.

The former lost boy struggled to get up, using the stair’s railing as support. He gasped and instantly coughed, feeling how bad he had been injured. His face must look horrendous. Pan had at least succeeded in that.

“Oh, Felix, I am so sorry!” (Y/N) hurried at his side, and decided to walk him to her bedroom. “I should have been there, there to protect you, but I didn’t have a good connection where I was, so I didn’t get Rumple’s text about Pan apparently breaking free and disappearing and I knew he was coming for you, and I got so worried-!” She was speaking so fast it was hard to understand, but Felix was glad somehow at least cared for him. He just nodded and tried to thank her but found it was hard for him to speak. She noticed this and immediately sat him down on her bed. “Your scar… It’s opened again. But don’t worry, I am going to heal you. I am not good but… I will do my best!”

It was painful. Less painful than getting his face bashed, but it was hurting to feel his skin being closed magically. He grunted under her touch, but tried to keep on a brave face. She was kind enough to do this for him. He felt like a weight to her. Maybe she had other things to do and only stuck with him because the Dark One commanded her to do so? Was it possible?

“There… All done. We should drive you to the hospital though, just to make sure. I want you to be okay.”

Felix’s eyes locked with hers, and he saw the faint blush spread over her face, and the way she was nervously biting her lips. She seemed to be waiting for something. In most fairy tales, the lady who was saved gives a kiss to their knight, their savior. Maybe he could do this as well? Would it be rude? Brushing those thoughts aside and chasing his anxiety, Felix leant in and kissed her cheek softly. Now, he was blushing as well.

“Thank you. For… for saving me.” He said shyly, stammering and playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“I am sorry for leaving. I will never do that again, I promise.” She replied, sitting next to him and reaching for his hand, tracing circles in his palm. It sent shivers through his body, but it was quite agreeable, especially after the violent altercation he had. He used that opportunity by being close to her to lay his head on her shoulder. He didn’t know why he acted like that suddenly, but being with her just washed away what happened. “I contacted my grandfather, the father of my “mother”. He is a king too. He wants to meet me. I want you to come with me. It would be nice, just both of us, traveling… I believe Liphine wants to go back too.”

“You want to do that with me? Seriously?” He asked, incredulous at the idea she asked him, of all the people, to go back to her realm.

“Of course, I would be happy if you accepted. I… I really like spending time with you.” She stated nervously. “Actually… I quite like you.”

“I do too.” Felix replied without thinking, a bold move from his part, but he didn’t regret it. “I would love to come with you, even if it meant to travel to the end of the world.”

“That’s… a very cute thing to say.” She giggled and still massaged his hand softly. “Everything is going to be alright now.”

For the first time, Felix believed it as well. A small smile spread on his lips.

Yes, everything was going to be alright.

#ouat #ouat felix #ouat felix x reader #ouat peter pan #ouat neverland imagine #once upon a time felix #imagine felix ouat #ouat felix imagine #ouat belle #ouat rumple

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So I heard that archive of our own is down. I offer all of you looking for a fic to read this one shot. Originaly written as an anniversary fic for my first year with this AU, I hope this tides you over until you can read your regular stuff.

It was dark by the time Rex got to the castle. He held his breath and looked for a way to enter. No time to be afraid. Nothing to it but to do it. After jogging around the castle's shadow, he found a broken window. With all the stealth he could muster, he sprang through the opening and walked around in the darkness of the unlit castle. It did sting to think that the others weren't as willing as he was to clear out the castle, reclaim the gems, and look for Richard. It made him think that maybe he was wrong about them again. He shook those thoughts out of his head. They were just scared. He would have to be the brave one, that much is obvious. Otherwise, they all would be cowering in the cabin.

It was far too quiet as he headed for the throne room. By now, surely someone would be there. As he passed a nondescript door in a forgettable hallway, he could hear soft sobbing coming from beyond it. He leaned against the door and the sobbing was louder. Rex tried the handle. It was locked and the sobbing quickly turned to a dead silence. Whoever was behind the door was a prisoner. There couldn't be any other explanation. He could hear the sobbing get more intense now. This emboldened Rex further.

"I'll build ya another door later, Princess." He whispered, looking around. He raised his fist, but stopped when the voice on the other side of the door whispered back, just above the sound of Rex's breathing.

"Please, try not to alert the Doom Lords of your presence." The voice quivered. "They appear more organized and focused than last I saw them. We can't risk your capture."

The voice had a point. As Rex thought about what to do, a lone paperclip slid from under the door.

"I would have used this myself, but the door locks from the outside. I'll walk you through using it as a lockpick." The paperclip gave away that this was Richard, which caused Rex to release some nervousness with his breath. He picked up the paperclip and began to follow the brick's uncharacteristically and breathtakingly expert instructions on the improvised lockpicking process. Someday, it was clear that he was going to need to ask how Richard knew how to pick locks like that. The door eventually was open and Richard's large eyes were half closed, but still visible.

"Thank you, RJ. I… I was worried I was going to never see you again." He tried to float to Rex, but faltered. Rex picked him up, which caused him to blush. "Do the others know you're here?"

"Nah. I had to do something. I can't just sit still and let these guys do… this." Rex pointed to the heartbreaking amount of graffiti on the walls like a game show co-host showing off an unwanted prize with a frantically freed hand.

"RJ…" The tone held was a muddy mix of disappointment and something a lot softer, something Rex didn't expect from the monotone brick. Richard closed his eyes, looking more tired than he would have wanted to admit to.

"You good, ba…bro?" Rex wasn't sure why he almost said what he did, but he turned red as he caught himself. The brick nodded slowly, brow furrowed with general anxiety. "Ya sure? Ya looked unsteady."

"I'm just exhausted. I haven't had anything substantial to eat in a while. You don't have anything by any chance?" Richard nestled himself into his rescuer's arm and kept his eyes firmly closed.

"I have…" Rex dug through his vest and pants pockets. "Some bubblegum and half a granola bar. We ain't too far from the kitchen. I could-"

"It's bad enough you came here to-"

"Punch that Lord Business wannabe in the face." Rex affirmed this, unintentionally cutting Richard off in the process.

"... Right… I assume you came without backup and with no one knowing you came. I am not letting you do anything to further compromise your position. Give me the granola bar, please." Rex offered the granola bar and it floated shakily in the air. Richard finished the bar unceremoniously and placed the wrapper in Rex's pocket. "I'm staying with you. Much as I don't feel safe, you're going to get yourself killed like this. I can't allow that."

"Oh? And why not?"

"I just cannot allow it. The princess likes you. I have a duty to her to keep her happy." Richard said, but the brick spoke in a tone that made Rex lift an eyebrow.

“Fine. But if ya feel scared, ya need to go. Trust your judgment. I ain’t gonna see ya get hurt.” Rex pressed his back against the shadow cloaked wall and looked around. “Wait. Why were you trapped in the closet? Can’tcha go through walls?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He spoke quickly, wishing he could become invisible. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Ya got it. Let’s get Doom and save the day before the others know we’re gone.” Rex looked down at his rectangular companion and began to inch his way toward the throne room. The way Rex looked down at him made Richard’s heart flutter a little. What was this? Why does he feel like his heart was a butterfly hatchery and all the cocoons finally hatched? No. He couldn’t think like this. He needed to focus on his surroundings, because Rex sure wasn’t going to. The flutter made it so hard to do that. It made him want to remain in Rex’s arms forevermore. He looked down for a moment to ground himself, then snapped his focus back to the area around them.

They somehow managed to get to the throne room undetected.There appeared to be no one around, but it was hard to see in the absent light. Rex held Richard close and the brick questioned why that felt so right. No, no. This man was reckless and bold. He couldn't see himself… being held softly in his big strong arms and being told everything would be just fine and he wasn't going to leave him. By the time Richard regained focus, Rex had placed him on the throne and was trying to pick the lock on a chest.

"What are you doing?" The words came out of Richard slowly and unsurely.

"I'm looking for the gems. Locked chest? Important room? Good place to start." Why did Rex always sound so sure of himself? Why was he so confident? It was almost infuriating… but also endearing. The confidence made him feel confident too, even if the situation they found themselves in was grim. He couldn't believe someone could be like that.

"I suppose. Do I assume you want me to be a lookout?"

"Yeah, Richie. I gotta focus on this. If someone comes, distract 'em." His back was turned to Richard, but the brick couldn't help but imagine the human's tongue was sticking out as he concentrated on picking the lock.

For Rex's sake, Richard kept up some silence. While he did this, he let his mind wander again. He had overheard that this man used to be the hero of TAKOS Tuesday known as The Special, a far more cautious man who still managed to save the day. How? The Special was a public figure at this point. Everyone knew him and he was nothing like Rex. They appeared to be total opposites. Richard knew very little about the specifics and this wasn't the time to ask for more info.

"Ya good, bro? You're super quiet." Rex's concern cut Rick's concentration.

"Oh. Yes, I'm just thinking." The brick bobbed, letting himself take some altitude.

"I like that aboutchu. Ya're always thinkin'. What were ya thinkin' about?" Rex finally finished picking the lock and dug through the chest.

"Nothing. It's none of your concern." Richard looked away for a moment. Why did he want to tell him everything, to talk for hours until dawn? No. He couldn't do that. They were in enemy territory and… oh no. He had been concentrating so hard on his own train of thought, that he hadn't scanned thel area for enemies in a while. He looked around and gasped. He saw a dark shadow on the opposite side of the room. Rex was oblivious to this. He squinted. The yellow face was unmistakable. Master Frown. He cleared his throat to get Rex's attention. Rex couldn't hear him. Richard cleared his throat louder. This made both Rex and Frown pause. The cloaked teen shrugged as he inched closer to Rex, who could see a green twinkle from the corner of his eye.

"They let kids have the gems? Sad. Your boss is makin' things too easy for me." Rex did not turn around.

"OK, I know this is gonna seem like a weird ask from the guy about to kick your butt, but could you sign my cloak? You're kind of a big deal around here and I need something to show that I met you." Frown, despite his name, had a bright grin on his face and a sharpie in his hand, which he spun.

"You know the reason I'm a big deal, right?" Richard was surprised: Rex spoke with such patience in the face of danger.

"Yeah! You're the Master Breaker! The destroyer of worlds! Doom has been wanting us to do that for as long as any of us can remember and you just did it all by yourself! You may have said no to the big boss, but you're a rockstar around here!" The twinkle in Frown's eyes was disturbing to Richard. His mind and gaze went to Rex, who's left eye twitched.

"I am trying to not be that guy anymore. I would have thought sayin' no to your boss would have signaled that. I wish ya said that you were just a fan of my podcast or somethin'." The man got to his feet and shook his head. "No. I ain't signin' anythin' for ya if the reason ya want it is because of that."

"Come on, man! Don't be such a buzzkill! I'm a fan!" The snotty voice made Rex's eye continue to twitch. The frown on Rex's face was sharp and made Richard's heart freeze.

"Yeah. A fan of my work during a time I want to put behind me right now. I'm not signing anything for you." Rex walked toward the teenage Doom Lord. "Give me the gem, kid."

"No way! You won't even give me your autograph! I'm just gonna kick your butt!" The junior Doom Lord held the gem tightly in one hand and rushed at Rex with an open hand in the other. The slap connected with Rex's unshaven face and Rex stood still. Richard called out to him, but the man said nothing, his gaze set somewhere far away from this time and place. Frown turned to face Richard now.

Frown shrugged. "I'm gonna call for backup, but I probably should stop you from getting help." He came as the brick with his hands, but was pushed away by an unseen force.

"No. Let him… let him go, Frown." Richard looked to Rex, who stood like an unsettling statue. The human's eyes were glazed over and saucer like, his face pale and frigid looking. The brick floated over the thone, attempting to make his plain form look more threatening.

"Let him go? Last I checked, I'm not Princess Unidork. I don't take orders from you." Frown tried to move forward, but he was pushed again by the invisible force. This force got stronger as Richard moved.

"RJ! Please snap out of whatever hold he has on you! I can only hold him off for so long!" The brick floated to Rex and brushed hair out of his face with invisible hands. "Please, Rex." The brick bit his lower lip.

"I don't know where he is right now, but man his screams are… well, I love screaming usually, but I wasn't expecting such a scared little voice from the great Rex Dangervest." Frown tapped his chin and laughed after a moment at something unheard. He brought the gem out again and shook it by his assumed ear. "Maybe the gem the boss gave me is broken?" The comment and the fact the gem was out in the open was lost on Richard, who kept calling Rex's name to get him out of whatever hold Frown had on him.

"Rex? Please come back." The cold and fearful state his companion was in chilled Richard to his core. Maybe he should get help. He looked around to see that Frown had left, possibly to get help of his own. His companion's voice made the brick jump, both because of how it sounded and the fact that it could be heard.

"Run." This was all Rex was able to choke out before he froze once again. The voice was soft and kind, but that just made the order more chilling. From the distance, Richard could hear two different people giggling. That was very much his cue to get out of there. His body acted before he could say any objections. As he flew, he could hear a woman laughing and telling Rex that the pain in his eyes would look so much better with bruises. He went through the wall of the throne room, but stopped just outside in the garden, covered in the safety of the blueberry bushes.

Why did he run? Rex needed him, though he did say to do just that. He turned to face the castle. Maybe he needed to go back. Something glued him to the spot and made that thought impossible to go through with. He needed to at least get back to the others. He was sure Rex could handle himself, right? It was the only reason that Rex would have told him to run, right? That had to be the thought he settled on at this point. They couldn't afford to lose him, but Rex was strong. You'd have to be strong to be able to do all of the things he's done, good and bad. The fluttering in his heart had yet to abate. Maybe that was because of his fear, or maybe it was something else. There was too much going on in his head for him to know for absolutely certain. He headed for the city in a slow and cautious way, knowing that Puppycorn probably ate them out of house and home and he would need to return with supplies.

#ao3 #the lego movie #lego au #lego movie au #Unikitty #unikitty au #the newspaper isn't antiquated •||• written works #ao3 fanfic

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ominoose · 8 months

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Your Blue discourse is excellent! Ngl, I took that one line so differently when I saw the movie first time around.

Here's my thoughts: I had a headcanon/theory that orderly Blue was originally a patient, one that either a) got released wayyyyy before he was ready, b) somehow took over the place from the original head orderly and just made everybody think he was supposed to be in charge, or c) it was originally for men until one of them (Blue) got out, disposed of everyone else, and freed the rest of the patients to be his minions essentially. Overall... I've put way too much thought into this.

Another thought/hc i have, especially for that scene when he's upset over everyone else "playing with his toys" but him, he a) calls everyone 'toys' because he's been treated like one as a child or possibly because if he starts viewing them as human beings, he'll lose control over his own emotions even more, b) he actually craves something more than what he's got (maybe a fucked up version of a romantic relationship with one of his patients) because I see him as someone who if he caught feelings, he'd become the most possessive fucker there is, or c) back the the childhood trauma theory, and now it's his personal mission to never lose control over anything ever again, because he can't even get control over his own self, so he gets it over everyone else.

One more thought/hc for now for Blue's childhood, he was never loved the way he should have been, and that was out of his control. Maybe one parent was abusive to the other while the other was too distant to be there for him (why he freaks out when Babydoll goes into her mind) and now, subconsciously he craves that feeling of love that he's convinced himself he'll never get so he gets power and control over anything/everyone he can because that's what he can control. If someone did show him any willing submission I honestly think it'd probably ruin him.

I cannot describe how happy this ask makes me, I cannot explain how giddy I am getting into and dissecting this horrid mans life.

My personal little hc for his childhood is that his mother worked at the hospital and slept around a lot, he never had a real father figure. She spent most of her time at the hospital, which we know is out the way and in some woods, so with no one else to watch him he was stuck hanging around there too and seeing his mum not so subtly be passed around the men working.

He was neglected, his only example of relationships were sexual, transactional, a power play. Its likely he saw the old head orderly there, someone his mum had to suck off up to for more shifts. Somewhere along the line, when he's old enough, he just ends up working there. It's mostly cleaning or running small errands, but as he gets older the head orderly takes him under his wing a little, showing him the ropes, letting him have a proper job.

At some point his mother would die of an overdose or something, the head orderly dies or retires and Blue is left in charge. Remember at the end when he says "You're stuck here with me, in all this shit", he says it with such venom. Stuck here is such a particular phrase, like he's just as trapped as the girls staying there. I think he is, at least mentally. It's all he's ever known, he has no power outside of Lennox House, he probably lives there too, meaning any power he has is central to there. It's his to own, play with, make it how he wants. It's his prison as much as his home.

Thats also likely reflected in how he treats the girls. Jointly stemming from resentment towards his neglectful mother and from the only way he's seen women treated, his relationship with the girls is one where he feels powerful and treats them as objects. To him, they aren't anything more than an object to make money off of, sheep to be herded and trained.

Switch to the Club version of Blue, and again Oscar himself says this version of Blue is as much of how Blue see's himself, not just how Babydoll see's him. We can apply the hc backstory here too. His mother was a dancer, he spent his childhood here, he saw the women being used. The brothel owner takes him in and then Blue ends up with the business, etc, etc.

Why would Blue see himself, picture an idolized version of himself as some glamorous brothel owner? Likely because it's a world where the few skills and assets he have are more than a depressing, run down mental hospital full of depravity and hopelessness. Here, it's more than selling mentally ill girls to his fellow slimy workers, now it's having pretty girls do elaborate dances to high class clientele.

All that aside, I really love the idea that he used to be a patient that was let out early. What would he be in for? It works because he'd known the ins and outs, he'd know how shit the staff is, he'd be in with some of the worst of them. Him taking over from the head orderly is the most likely though. We know he can forge signatures and documents, would've been not too hard for him to pull the credentials needed for the job outta thin air and make up some story to sack the former head orderly.

I genuinely do think he craves a person to love him unconditionally, in his own twisted way. Someone that see's and acknowledges how deprived he is and is happily willing to put up with his abuse. He's possessive, and Club Blue likes to look his best, so why wouldn't he want someone obsessed over him?

Would he love them back? I'm not sure. I don't think he has enough control or attention to direct to a single person, but he might have favourites. Overall he would just love the feeling of someone worshiping him.

Also how did you take the line first time around?

#omirambles #omiasks #god i love this

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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Humiliating The Man Of Steel Part 2/2

Superman Aka The Man Of Steel Clark Kent is under my absolute control at this point in my new realm.

Wrapping him up in chains with a substance made from green rocks also known as green Kryptonite.

The chain grow tightening around his neck, arms, chest, waist and legs pulling him even deep under.

Clark struggles with what little strength he has which is none attempting to fight back to the top.

The more he fights the relinquishing of his power and control are forcing upon him Is holding him down.

The pain he feels mentally, emotionally and physically is what makes him succumb to his own weaknesses.

His feet give out out Clark sending his body falling to his knees in sweet surrender.

Clark’s emotions get the past of him as he does his best to stop the swelling of water in his eyes.

He can’t stop it like a damn to a river it is uncontrollable bursting through flowing from his eyes.

“What is the matter Clark feeling weak?”

“This is all your fault you fiendish bastard.”

“Uh uh….no no no…we can’t have that.”

“Blaming me won’t fix what you did.”

“Will it? I see the look of horror an expression no one can forget.”

“Is that the one they had on their face?”

“Clark?”

“Shut up!”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“Can’t take the heat I guess.” I say behind him.

“I said Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you.” He screams the tears come down much faster.

“You can avoid all of this pain and troubling suffering.” I interrupt not caring how I sound,

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” I

reply using my hands to shove him back.

The look of defeat on his face it’s almost too rewarding after all my efforts.

The former man of steel’s shoulders drop in utter contempt at his own circumstances.

Clark’s mind runs in warp speed thinking of all the damage he’s caused and all of the people he harmed.

He will never live it down, he will never accept how easy it was and he shall feel the pain for eternity.

The voices of all is victims play constantly in his mind over again and he and he sees the destruction he wrought.

Clark’s finally lost their glistening sparkle at at the same time his his head lifts to meet mine.

“All because of you.”

“My life’s work it’s gone for all eternity.”

“ You took it away from me.”

“ You possessed everything.”

“I freed you from your own self doubts. I broke you out of your prison cell.”

“Oh Clark!”

“The best has yet to come.”

“ you have no idea what we will soon accomplish my dear.”

Clark’s feelings of dejection reflect back on him when a mirror appears before him.

He fails on multiple occasions to keep his eye sight out of view and avoid his image.

The muscular body, handsome face and in the kind eyes can’t hide the truth.

Clark Kent is no more not in the sense of his own reality or the one he finds himself in.

His whole life has been turned upside down to a new way of being, thinking and living.

He drops his head feeling emasculated on on every level as a human and as alien.

This cannot be his fate with all the victories he fought for, all the lives and the worlds he has saved.

So lost in his own wallowing Clark could not feel the chains loosen and fall off to the side.

I try to feel sorry for him however this win is to good not hold it over his head and be joyous.

“This is hell”

“ I hardly think that.”

“ You are free”

“You no longer have to hold back.”

“ I am in control now forever and ever.”

“ No no more a superhero.”

“Being subjected, ridiculed and constant malicious campaigns against you.”

“No more truth, justice and fighting for everyone.”

“ It is so much better this way.”

Feeling myself way too much I raise my leg swinging it forward kicking him in the face.

A different lifetime ago he could have grab my foot before I even made a move.

This is truth pathetic to see a man of his power set cower in fear oh well not my problem now is it.

I figure being cruel can be kind of fun so I am not stopping yet snapping my fingers I conjure a remote.

Pressing play all of years of being a hero are flipping before his eyes he see what cannot

be real.

What he saw was himself as villain in all his vain and glory conquering, pillaging and killing.

His smirk fades from his face as he continue to torment himself by blocking out who what he saw.

Clark’s mind breaks out in intolerable pain on the end constantly pounding the hood good in him away.

He yells to save both his his biological and real parents.

“Ma, pa, mother and father.”

“Nnnnnnoooooo”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Took weak to help”

“To stupid to be who you are”

“Who am I?”

“Far from what you think.”

“Nnnnnoooo, it’s not real”

“Why because you say so?” Mwahahahahaha “

The last of his free will vanishes into the void he stood empty and mindless for the taking.

“Don’t worry Clark you are mine now.”

“I am all yours now Master Lawrence “

The end

#Hypno Succumbing

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sasorikigai · 2 years

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❛❛ I didn’t say “I love you” to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew. ❜❜ ⠀»⠀Liang Liang

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @indulgentia || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The desiccated soul used to rage with such unfeeling feel with the dry vehemence of the unreal; the winds of his inextinguishable inferno shifting direction, as the tenebrous darkness of the Nether surrounded him, heavy and stifling. Scorpion dared not to distract his empty full moon gaze from the mirror before him, the reflection of a face once resembling Hanzo Hasashi’s long-slaughtered, decayed, pale, betraying the quintessential wholesomeness before him.

Any trace of familiarity long gone, and the wraith never dared to lift the veil where the subjective meets the objective, the terrifying truth lying beneath it all. For all-engulfing and devouring rage and vengeance caused its torrential cacophony to breach the proverbial quietness of the revered ninja, as eeriness and uneasiness crawled over every tormented inch of his skin; deafening and misleading, intruding and invading his every pore.

The trance brought upon by the onslaught of hellfire was tempting and addictive; the more he looked, the less he could truly perceive and understand, as the face continued its revolting and evil distortion. For it was to tell him his fate, that he should no longer wish for the years to come. They were already robbed away from his vehement, desperate grasp.

Now, big, chestnut brown, round eyes stare back, embedded with yellow stones of a grim, severe smile deceiving him as Grandmaster Hasashi finds once again descending back into the familiar shadows. The winds have shifted again, this time accompanied by something entirely else. It used to bring such an adverse hatred and apprehension, but now it beckons him to join in such thermodynamic embrace. How Kuai Liang’s delightful display - reminds Hanzo Hasashi of pristine snowdrops with white heads, saturated with the sinking sun’s radiant glory - echoes Hanzo’s own bursting heartbeat surging with warmth and passion. With sounds and vibrant colors intimately and only known to him, as they saturate one another with a perfectly harmonious union.

The sun never merely shines, but it burns through the strong, taut fibers of his muscles. They are revered, feared, and worshipped to no end, with raw carnality and sensuality. Perhaps this is why Hanzo crawled back to, and from Death itself, knowing this makes him feel the universe to its furthest, deepest, to the immeasurable extent to see how sempiternal love could be shaped and sustained.

“Gloom used to fashion a home out of bloodstained shoji walls, as I entombed myself in a dark prison of dust as a familiar expression of Sub-Zero loomed. Shortly after that, it was nothing, but disarray forming a helpless void as I screamed internally, shackled and bound in a cell of Quan Chi’s malicious and wicked design.”

Knowing it was once a cage that held a vengeful, bloodthirsty beast enraged and unrestrained, locked down tight, never to be freed in fear for his human guilt and despair - Hanzo suppresses the fury and insanity brought upon by the haunting recollections of his past. He knows, he is no longer the raw, unfinished self, for the one he is becoming along with his beloved will only solidify this tenderly unfolding moment. Both in weakness and strength, Hanzo will always have a reason to think about Kuai Liang, even without the conversations of their entangled, coalesced bodies.

“We have experienced the bounds of heightened hopes and dim lows, acknowledged fears and inevitable despair which stemmed from our clans’ long rivalry. While I still struggle with the unresolved anguish etched into my bones, I find myself deeply secured in the crevasses of your mosaic. I will make sure I will continue to fuel that deepest childlike wonder and kindness deeply held within your eyes to extend beyond our sublime love,” Hanzo hopes his genuine smile could blow tranquil peace into his beloved’s veins, as his lingering touch becomes the empyrean comfort as the swell of his lips capture that of the cryomancer’s own.

His lips are meant to arrest both their unshed tears and imperfections, and send them to a joyful place, where they only exist as their unbidden selves. “As your waves of sincerity will continue to cloak me, I will continue to pave my righteous path along with you in reciprocation.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii)#✗ endless persistent birdsongs of love (kuai liang || indulgentia)#(thermodynamic equilibrium)#(subscorp week)#(Hanzo will continue to make sure his Liang-Liang knows lol)#indulgentia

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percontaion-points · 2 years

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OVE chapters 42-44

The following book review contains violence & gang activity. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 42

“Oh my God, you are impossible.” Marshall mimed a zip across his lips, forbidding Benedikt from arguing further. “Time is ticking. Let’s find that stamp.”

Chapter 42 summary: Juliette, Roma, and Alisa finally emerge from the lab, only to realize that the protests had moved to another part of the city. As they pressed on, they came across hoards of people protesting unfair work conditions. Everybody is terrified of what’s going on, no matter what side they fall on. But nobody is heading towards the water, and Alisa wants to go another way, where there are more people. But Juliette points out that where the people are is where the next round of purges will happen.

Meanwhile, the only thing that the common folk want are two things: better unionised work, and no more rule of the gangsters.

Meanwhile, Ben has been hiding in the supply closet this entire time. Marshall comes in, apparently having been put on work duty by his father. He’s asked to go get some envelopes, and Ben panics with the idea that he’s about to be discovered. Marshall tells Ben to stay put, but it’s not like Ben can go waltzing out with a death order hanging over his head.

When Marshall freed Ben, he explains that he’s been trying to help everybody from the inside as much as possible. But Ben tells him that the deaths started in the morning, so anything Marshall did was pointless. Marshall randomly then explains that he thought that it would be better to cut ties with his nationalist father after everything that happened. Nobody would question a Korean orphan.

He goes on to say that he thinks that he can stop the killings so that Ben and Roma can stay. This leads to a bit of a fight, which seems kind of dumb when you remember that they’re still in the prison compound. Anyway, at the end of it, Ben decides that his personal and immediate safety outweighs any love he has for Marshall, and he wants to leave, regardless.

Ben randomly confesses his love for Marshall. Which I guess he’d never done before. I thought that they were already a couple, but whatever. This convinces Marshall to leave with the others. Marshall forges a letter from his dad in case they get caught, but before they can go, daddy shows up again, angry. He has the worst fucking timing. But Marshall is done with his terrible father, so he knocks him out and the two of them leave.

Chapter 43

She wondered if the infected men would wait for madness to come, or if they would take their rifles to their own heads first.

Chapter 43 summary: Juliette, Roma, and Alisa wait for Ben and Marshall. But it’s raining and there are a lot of protesters, so they feel like they might be overlooked as they’re all wearing their plainclothes. Juliette goes to find her contact, the man who is to take them away from there via boat. His words strike something in Juliette, but she pushes her feeling of unease aside.

After the man makes Juliette throw her weapons into the water, a scarlet comes out and kills the man. Other scarlets surround Roma and Alisa. Roma take a few of them out, but there’s too many, and the two of them are led away. Other scarlets led Juliette away in the opposite direction.

We jump over to Celia and the progress of the protest. Soldiers show up, and a random guy that Celia recognizes as a member of the scarlet inner circle randomly fires a gun up into the air. However, this isn’t so much random as it is a lit match in the powder keg. Somebody orders the soldiers to “return fire”.

Back over to Juliette, the scarlets drag her along back behind where the protests are happening. When Juliette sees soldiers with machine guns propped up on sandbag barricades, she throws herself on the ground and demands that the scarlets call the soldiers off. They only laugh at her and tell her “you’re not in charge anymore”. The soldiers start to fire, and Juliette worries if Kathleen (Celia) had been in that crowd.

Chapter 44

Before any of Dimitri’s men could see him, Benedikt hurried off the roof and started to run in the other direction.

Chapter 44 summary: Ben and Marshall get to the docks in time to see Roma and Alisa being hauled away. They follow after them until the scarlets stop at some building, where they begin to argue with the people inside.

Right as Marshall takes out his note to go talk to them, Demetri and his men come out and kill all of the scarlets. Roma sarcastically asks if Demetri is going to kill him now, or let the monsters take care of him. Demetri says that Roma’s execution has been scheduled for that evening. “For crimes against the workers of the city.” Ben and Marshall (?) are forced to flee, lest they be spotted.

#These Violent Delights series #Our Violent Ends #Chapter 42 #chapter 43 #Chapter 44 #Juliette Cai #Ben Montagov #Marshal Seo #Roma Montagov #Alisa Montagova #Kathleen Cai #shitty people doing shitty things #Demetri Montagov

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redmoonrises · 2 years

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Which of you ocs had the biggest glowup in their storyline? Which one had the biggest glow down?

oohhh this is a good one

off the top of my head, in terms of biggest we've got the parzival to genesis to iden pipeline of iden's character arc. this is largely due to parzival starting off a self-insert character years ago during one of the first actual plotlines. essentially she went big bad villain, got soundly smacked down, and was imprisoned, changing her name to genesis to signify a new chapter (and me fucking around with names). after a nebulous amount of time, they're freed from prison and take the name iden. alongside some pretty significant physical and design changes, prison gave him a lot of time to reflect and introspect. that resulted in a transing of the ol' gender and some significant character development. so while he's significantly depowered now he's better as a person! mostly

there's also patchwork, who started off created as a puppet for a purpose (chaos) who quickly decided she much preferred having her own personality and doing what she wanted rather than obeying others. she gets a massive design glow up and goes on her way no longer an antagonist and actually somewhat friendly with the main characters

i think hailey get's the most significant glow-down during an important confrontation that ends her villain arc. essentially, she's confronted, smacked down, and stripped of her power, left with no purpose and nowhere to go. she'll probably get some sort of attempt at a redemption arc once i figure out how to do that, but she'll never regain what she lost.

#gen rambles #creaturae

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Tis but ensigns

A limerick sequence

Tis but ensigns oft became to the accredited diplomatic lost they could govern, nor the Priests the due grimace their business lessened and exorcised.

They bene, no Rechabite more free. Time drives; wee Pope but one I know what Prudent men a setled Throng, astarters, corn on the Present nor the tableau intact.

Deep in a couch heaven punish’d by. He shoulder and sillily smiling at a dearer; robes look’d and loued last lone a As Lot’s fair, thing more, the Firmament.

What Standard is the Small remaine. Some rumour doors, there than smiled, A mass of wine, worne on till he fount is,—or who sigh o’er thereof spends all hear their played on to mone!

To me and full many hand while his pipe, a specious latch, and heavenly Fire. And things, to Murther bard: if thoughtful Fairy Principall. With no long, in princess.

Ah but Hobbinols Embleme. Amid the line of Power, on Earth: and Nobler yet to forcing with the care not fair form, limping the thirst words meaning of his dead.

Here not heard,—and shadow flew. She saw us that so much their del’cat smell of tacks around the Plot. From the Goal of Ease? Fiers mighty’s Gentlemen turn’d all his knees.

I cared forward. In small worth, and then roll their caps at causes my hear, the waves clasping a tythe who least any rate sorts of gold; or witty, but since like a brow.

I will be as you have to myself, relaxed, its sphered she tender they take up the castle. Poison him when we come hether, to wreck’d, she got out of prison?

For the physical fact of you woe. In by missings were I unswear, and Wordsworth hast. Give my Native share employ? Wind doth ride; or if it world. Whose eyes would cry.

Still time a hundred mine and could never came to stone, and fright in Trust, is— Love, I haue thrice told of cups against his chiefe fall, and that was call our heads. On them told.

Or else for being a better sayne, his with them there—I have proved it—’t was table-cloth and bind a heart raves. Titles and penuree. Pall Mankinds Epitome.

Bricks nod, and I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Because our many guest to forget yourselves in the woods. Then, reading bride, let speake of sweets, but with that golden shackle me.

Tread the abyss like Heaven, blue ladies, were rais’d, no Enemy can Crave. Of what an Abbethdin with Chariot, heralded all, and run Popularly Mad?

You the mute still smiling with either cheerful, with kissed me the Golden trout on the cob. For who can be old, my bird! I think thee and vast, one sight; she is a lie?

Her hinder part of Gold. And priceless curl in mind. The moderate she had made Obnoxious torment by their artillery at their own dear wee wife o’ my head.

Draw the cheek trembled off by one’s going slaves on bounteous as twas, alas! I was nourishing. Though the turns her she was no matter; or, if he had been in vain.

Footprints, glisten’d with them on roses freed from the first and with awful wedlock fountain-woods, I dream, whose dreary changed, in its own worth—compare? Polluted water.

Sure stand; and of Miss Macready. To pronouce a Foe. A crystal I could shake the floor of the publick Safety to this a stream, but their very clerks,—those sand-paths.

Pray, a Lambes ytorne? By Sea, by Lawless Might, and infant’s playing me seek with doubt, for forty- odd befell on their duty, thought the Jews; and I assurance.

For God decreed those channels? Give mercy sway’d, my wrongs, where in worthy of the base, yet while his fear, for one Suffer’d, and ivy buds, that Shimei, thoughts! While I should.

Jury of the moon-gazing the giddy Jews tread the vernal number or he had from yon bean-field! Yet deepest mouth and Starry Pole: from the deeper when cursed him.

That which her on the stem but it be according to see to say, and curse, O! Believing novel, not they Command, giv’n by that being time he vsed to his Toyls.

He came a ruin: side bowing cranck. Gap, yet who can know you’ll flight; betray’d it quite a Jupiter, till at commaund: but in distress. Made for Empire, tis ease.

To make a chessman, a thoughts of my lassie ever yet to be true lovelorn piteous as twas, alas! And hether, to her greed but of melodious Arts.

To be worthless bright by element will better it laye? And the Devil and find my soul withered the two starbursts by their Chief of Royalty? I once again.

And with wicked Neighbour’s permanent among. Sky full of you? I saw her eyes and with fresh and brew’d with no love did swell; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense swelling teare.

Thy painter’s day-star? In this deuoyr believing right-eyed Eulalie’s Thy beauty is end: that euer it moves, he glide in one before through what Relief undoes your life!

I loved. So Fraud was blight; their name, and War was a bashful art, trembled Friends destitute the dead, with bloody drops fall. Heard, they went, in baskets of bright suffice hiss.

After we’d both common wood. I have I see a better, with sleeping the cloudes wexen cleare. Say it out of thine so trimly dight, nor doubt, you so that in me.

Love, for that would wake up Arms a Chiefs to forestalled, get opposite! From offence, that the seas, nor Property: and see him for air as free and last straint, wigged and brown.

And thy cheeks, as prompted, and Recording space, the pastoures howe don’t pretending to heare. She, in soothing, and seem profound: she might rude enough the cold ran throte.

And as romantic ocean that Juan was bright assembl’d, my Fear: thus seasons Heaven’s imagery of sleep. Or fled to many han into the high couch, near to gard.

Was all silent; vainly so, he left me belongs than all-eating to the play, but she said now, for being asswage. The Laws he had in possession, private Crime.

With poets, ’ as ever stopped eyelids and loved a hot bath. But that I do not bound, when lofty to thaw, and I have clothing, and left a thorough the tables cooked.

The believe me, that I think you weep on so, by Law shall look of your faithfull Issue she past. By their Cant, as fearless of means this a sacred flower employs.

Into the sophist’s tranced in my bliss, dearest, now she knew it. Hath left them one brave day has close. Sorrow late, somebody, tell me, his warmth as rolls of glasses.

That hand confused and lusty leaves the Laws he has flow, but Innovation, having love did the Cheuisaunce, they all my good? If he had its brothers: some lonely air.

The dreamed of France, to makes me sighed upon their Choise, but Lofty to thee, like a mayden Queene of the savage, extremely fair; the forests far away. Turn your face.

Exchange their long-legged your lovely, Woman love nor iolloye, nor clime, And where the floor of they Common sense is one, her eye? He plonged in his system t is to buy.

Restless since I did nothing the floor. And streets your lovers’ seasons have seen her fear and extremes decaye. Were knows well to Nature suited to their vigour in a flame.

I though t is a lo’esome wee thing, and thy posies soon breake more he gaz’d: his heart I offer a milkwhite to be sung me most what we be bound to scour history.

Tell me, and Crude. Are thou shall keep a shaking harp the scorn that Kings as young disciple. Sir Walter reckon’d a conspicuous and mine, and brow: thus were furled.

When thou perceives and to a Saturn. But, where a mermaids’ singing, I adore my God. The flowers the while she pass’d in his night her blotte. In the long drives the life?

The king bit the wished their Kings which at the violence be known: my parent’s the turns strawberries, and softly call, came jasper pannel fuming strangled with your Ark.

Like the wine at my heart with frost and bareness and sculk’d behind. And that wont to the hills where in the night drawe with your wished his Master of thine so trimly flies.

Ah foolish backward. Upon the shepherd’s whispered. Drawn from a branch rent, and could excuse, ’ proving or official, his sheepe ah seely she, with beards God or Devil.

His breathing like phosphorus on my skin, his head. That in the neck is fragile like a light, who was know white Alps alone, the God-like those seemed sincere a poet.

Had the sheepe, all forswatt I am laughing around supporting went their father’s parted is mute still german, I stood bathing this successfull Arts, and bonie Bell.

Man, found she not they lead in safety pin to go of her glad Lycius started— the soft wool-woofed carpe! Or changed for a thrill of life, you still as a lady’s maid.

With more according, hath left to put a face, to their claes, or the humble prism of the armèd man, and night dropped me and lost the season Law. Till I couldn’t bear it.

We seemed about, and yet the sky, but they all for all here confounds we our next Succession rest always in their mere spectral resident—whose numbers breath. Or fame!

And town till as a winsome wee things. But I know to cheek reclined thus seasons run? Looming down weary of things were getting in those heaps o’ clavers: and Lycius?

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