#I think there’s also guilt because I miss Papa too

[foreverjustfornow]

I miss you more when life gets tough.

And it feels right and wrong. There’s guilt in me, because I always expected the seventh anniversary to be particularly hard, and in some ways it was. But at the same time I didn’t feel as destabilised by it as in other years.

A lot of the time it doesn’t pain me to think of you. It’s a fact of life now, that you are gone. Of course, it will always be unfair and awful to me. But it’s not as agonising anymore, not as often.

And then shit hits the fan and suddenly I just want to talk to you, hug you and hear that you love me. And it makes me feel even more guilty, because I appreciated you for more things in my life than just for those moments. I miss your laughter and your jokes, the way you would annoy me and the way you would charm people, only to turn around and complain about socialising.

But it’s true, Mama. Life is difficult right now and I wish you were here to guide me through it.

And once I get out on the other side, I wish you were here to celebrate with me

#I think there’s also guilt because I miss Papa too #I can call him up #but I still think I miss him #I wish I could call you as well #one phone call to heaven please #not sure if I believe in heaven #but I desperately wish there’s a place for us to meet again #i love you mama #grief #loss

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Whispers in your ear like a devil on your shoulder: you should make the Miguel O'Hara scenarios. Think of the hot dad energy he would emanate :))))))

Jokes aside, it is truly up to you what to write and I would always read it, but I am begging on my hands and knees for you to tell us the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara scenarios you have thought of.

Nooo stooopppp girll- *puts on Miguel's theme music in the background* ahh shit here we go.

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara as a dad:

Okay, so im just gonna word vomit here and yall make sense of it, but like the first thing that comes to mind when I think about yandere dad Miguel is that him kidnapping daughter reader from a universe where he doesn't exist, so he's technically not breaking canon or whatever and really, it doesnt even matter if you're his bio kid or not, like u could be a literal random civilian but if he is drawn to u, then he is. And while some of yall say "oh come on, Miguel cant be like that. He doesn't make careless/thoughtless decisions like that" I'm sorry, but is this not the same person who had the nerve to step in as his dead self from an AU and sleep with his parallel universe's wife and father someone else's kid??? Granted, they did end up dying but really, the only difference between that decision and this decision to kidnap u is to make sure that u don't end up dyingggg.

Moving on, he kidnaps u, makes up some bs about your life being in danger and blah blah blah, you HAVE to stay by his side, okay??? And at first, reader is like "umm okay?" because who tf wouldnt agree with SPIDERMAN??? (especially one who looks like Miguel? he is already giving dad vibes)

And the thing with Miguel is that he super protective (because PTSD) and he's possessive too, so the only person you're allowed to hang out with is Mayday (she is the cutest, i would die to have a kid like her ngl) because he doesnt see her as a threat (someone who could take u away from him). ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT with Miles (because he hates that kid, pain in his ass/bane of his existence) and pretty much all other spiderpersons as well because all of them are sarcastic and he does not need them rubbing off on u. The only other person he would trust u with is Peter B, probably when Miguel needs a babysitter (because u learned to mess with his tech-typy-locks and traps, so u need an actual person to keep eyes on u. curse the universe for u being smart like ur papa), and the biggest reason he does trust peter with u is because since peter is a father himself, he would definitely know that while miguel's methods are wrong, in his own way, he is protecting u, and peter b knows that he would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe too. Also- since peter has mayday, if he were to actually take u away from Miguel, then Miguel would 10000% kidnap mayday and use her against peter too until he inevitably has to return u to him.

Now Miguel is emotionally crippled due to his trauma, so he's not great at expressing his feelings, at least not when you're awake. When you're asleep, maybe his eyes turn a little softer, maybe he cups your cheek, some guilt and sadness swirling in his eyes when he sees your tear stained cheek (because u missed ur family. or maybe u got told off by Miguel in front of everyone), presses a soft kiss to your forehead and mumbles something in spanish ("you will understand in due time, mi hija.") Definitely has cameras in your room, so he looks at you through the screen and sighs when u flop on the bed and stuff your head in the pillow and start crying, heart slightly heavy with guilt.

Except from interacting with others and leaving the spider society/his apartment (idk where he lives), every need of yours is pretty much taken care of IF you follow his rules. If you behave, u get everything. If u yell at him, try to break out of his place etc, privileges are revoked and BAM, you are now confined to your room with no access to entertainment or any of your hobbies he allowed u to have. Those novels u liked to read? Too bad, they get thrown in the fireplace. Gaming console? Broken in his hands. Liked to cook/bake? No access to kitchen because u are now locked in your room.

Miguel has one important rule- you MUST obey him, under all circumstances, no questions asked. If he tells you to go to your room, honey go before his eyes turn sharp and he has to manhandle you. If he tells you to eat dinner with him, you need to eat food even if you are full. And if he's forbidden you from going to the locked room in his place that's full of info on you and your old fam, then its best for everyone for u to obey.

Now, while Miguel does have trouble expressing emotions (i mean, the most affection he's shown is head pats and if u are really really sad, then yes, smooches on the forehead.) but he has no trouble expressing anger and rage. If u mess up real bad, in the sense where u disobey him and end up hurting yourself (no matter to what degree), GIRL HE IS SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF AT YOU (like the scene from the movie where he's yelling at miles). I mean, he's so mad, he legit picks you up and hauls you to your room, where he's yelling at u even more, using the terms "child" "kid" and patronising tone because you may think you're a grown up (u might even be) but he will ALWAYS view u as a kid- THE KID he lost, the child he promised to protect and somehow get redemption, or at the very least, fill the empty hole in his heart.

And since nobody thought to inform me that my man Miguel is a literal VAMPIRE and that his fangs are not just for show to attract all kinds of viewrs, we gonna talk about that as well. Does he use them on reader when she finds out that Miguel actually fucking murdered her real fam (maybe not directly kill them, because he is a hero after all. Maybe in the sense that he knew they were gonna die, you would too unless he took u away, he just didnt bother calculating the repercussions if he did indeed save your family.) and reader is now hyperventilating and trying to claw her way out of his arms but muscled arms only pull u tighter against his chest and he just bites ur neck to let the venom paralyse you long enough for him to not only offer an explanation for his actions, but also put a tracker in you and chain u to your bed.

Does Miguel's heart absolutely shatter at your body wracking sobs and distressed state as you realise you have lost your family? Yes. Does he apologise? Never. Does he like seeing you in pain? NO. Will he cause you even more pain? ...yes, if circumstances change.

Hurting you is the last the thing he's do, but its still something he would do. He wont enjoy it, but if u messed up real bad (escaped and endangered yourself) then Miguel, with a very heavy heart will snap your ankles and limit your ability to walk for months (if not for life). This is one of his harshest punishments, and punishments are immeadiately followed with comfort, so Miguel does put your fractured bones in a cast and wipes the tears from his eyes, shushing you gently as he softly explains why he did what he did, how you dont need to worry about anything because since you took your punishment so well, Miguel will help you (he will carry you around everywhere), and maybe if you're in too much pain, he may give you some drugs(or even his venom) to put you to sleep right away.

He has lost too much, too many times. His wounds are deep and still fresh, he is not taking any chances... especially not with you.

okay thats all i have for now(its a lie, i just need to pee) but feel free to send in ur asks/thoughts/scenarios.

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #platonic miguel #platonic yandere #yandere spiderverse

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Theory and Analysis

The Legacy of the Shroud and Draconia Families: The Prodigy and the Miracle

I haven't posted anything in ages, but in the span of a day, I have caught up to everything happening in TWST. All I could say is -

Wow.

Should I miss or incorrectly put the lore, feel free to correct me.

Warning: Spoilers, long post, language, and crude humour.

Without further ado, let's get into the post. All credits belong to their owners.

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The Shroud clan

The Shrouds have been in existence for a really long time. Their ancestor was "appointed a Gatekeeper back in the age of gods and goddesses." Let's assume that was thousands of years ago. Due to this task of essentially keeping the balance in TWST World, Tartarus was built, and henceforth S.T.Y.X was 'formed' about 100 years ago.

Due to their long history, the Shrouds are rich, rivaling the Al-Asims in terms of wealth. According to Vil, they are a branch of Jupiter Enterprises. An influential conglomerate that essentially built Google Chrome, or maybe Facebook, and Amazon of TWST.

The Shrouds reside on the Island of Woe. It is not on any map, therefore it is completely hidden from the public due to the fact it is literally built under the sea.

For the secret organization, Lillia said that a legend goes like this, "When a wizard forgets themselves and succumbs to their own power, punishment from the Island of Woe shall befall them."

The Shrouds are tasked with such a heavy job that about a hundred years ago, they were cursed, preventing them from escaping their duties. This curse manifested in their flaming blue hair, burning off accumulated blot. But if there's no blot to burn, the curse instead eats their magical energy. That's why the Shrouds, especially Idia having inherited the curse from his father, must now be in constant close state of OB to survive.

Idia's grandmother, Aidne/Idone Shroud, is known to have this curse. Both her and her son, Mr. Shroud are using magical devices to combat it.

The Shroud Prodigy and Tragedy

Idia is a prodigy. Born a genius in the Island of Woe. As a child his intellect far surpasses the adult researchers at S.T.Y.X. With this impressive show of his potential, his fate is sealed: Idia will become the next head of the Shroud family.

Ortho's life is a tragedy. He was born, and then he died. Then he was reborn again as a humanoid robot that Idia created while in complete isolation for 2 years. Complete with the 'real' Ortho's memories, personality, and appearance.

This is Idia's way of coping with the guilt that consumes him. Blaming himself for his only brother's death.

Why wouldn't Mama and Papa Shroud do something about this?

I like to think that they did try to console Idia. From the looks of it, they do love their children equally. But they also have to grieve too. They also suffer the same guilt Idia feels because suddenly the portal that they're supposed to monitor as the Director and Chief Engineer of S.T.Y.X breaks open, resulting in the death of their younger son. [But I think Idia's unique magic has something to do with the incident.]

It is important to note that Mama and Papa Shroud treat 'Ortho' as their real child, not a replacement of their dead son. With the events ending in Ignihyde chapter, Ortho is on his way to becoming his own person.

Combining his brother's 'death', the responsibility of running S.T.Y.X in the future, the constant state of near OB just to stay alive, and the isolation made Idia the genius, foul-mouthed, introvert prodigy dorm leader of Ignihyde.

As of Diasomnia chapter, Papa and Mama Shroud, the Director and Chief Engineer of S.T.Y.X respectively, are trying to get in touch, or are now in touch, with Queen Maleficia, Malleus' grandmother.

The Draconia family

The Draconias are nocturnal fae, tracing back their long lineage to dragons. They all possibly have horns protruding from their heads. Their lifespans can go on for centuries. A Draconia will reach adulthood at the age of 1,000 years old. That lifespan is longer than the kind of fae like Lilia.

Simplified:

If Malleus reach 1,000 years old, he'll be only known as an adult Draconia, but for Lilia, 1,000 years is his whole lifespan.

In the current events of TWST, we only know 3 Draconias so far.

Queen Maleficia, Princess Mallenoire/Malenoa, and the only known male heir, Malleus.

Not much is known about them, except the current queen (has been for a long time) is Queen Malefecia, the grandmother. She adopted Lilia and Levan, the father of Malleus and Princess Malenoa's husband. The royalty in Briary Valley is complete with senators, dukes, royal guards, and is just basically a monarchy of faes.

The Draconias, and most fae creatures, reside in Briar Valley. There are forests that are pitch black, giving an advantage to nocturnal faes, like Lilia. It is also rich in magical minerals.

In Diasomnia chapter, Malleus put up a barrier of thorns that is going around or extending throughout Sage Island, essentially marking it as his domain, and everyone in this domain will remain asleep, dreaming. It is worth noting that Malleus is said to be one of the top strongest mages, as evidenced by this:

"S.T.Y.X. together with the Magical Force, and the Briar Valley’s royal family attempted to break into Malleus Draconia’s domain, but… "

"Neither physical nor magical attacks could make a dent."

"The thorns do not discriminate between humans and fae, and anyone attempting to enter just get sucked into the field."

Because he's a fae, he gets energy from his surroundings. Therefore if Malleus' keeps extending his barrier, he will get stronger. Heed that not even Queen Maleficia can get through the barrier her grandson had created. With this scenario, it effectively puts Malleus, a little bit stronger than her.

The Draconia Miracle

I contemplated saying the Draconian Miracle but either way is fine.

If we are to consider Malleus as a miracle manifest in itself, let's first look at the way he was born.

The prelude of Malleus' birth is chaos.

During or even before he emerged from his shell, Briar Valley is going through a fae-human war. Starting when the humans started populating and abusing the place. Note that their population started with only a small sailing ship, and throughout the years they multiplied.

Princess Mallenoire/Malenoa/Mallenoa is the mother of Malleus, and she, by far is the strongest defense of the land, as said by Lillia.

But before Malleus can even crack the shell, his mother is already gone. Going by the angst route, let's assume she died protecting her egg that houses her son.

Makes you wonder how brutal the fight must be to 'kill' a mother dragon protecting her only child.

Levan/Revern, a raven fae or a dragon duke in some sources, is his father. He is a diplomat of Briar Valley, therefore his task falls into making allies, not enemies.

Yet, he did not return.

It is presumed that he died in an ambush, or possibly has a new identity. If he is alive it is cruel for him to not come back to his unhatched son. I am not saying Crowley is Malleus' father but there's a chance that Crowley is related to the Draconias, in one way or another.

Now, why is Malleus considered a miracle?

Because he was born against all odds. His birth is a highly impossible event, yet it did happen.

Due to his parents' absence, this effectively made the hatching of Malleus uncertain. Dragon eggs can hatch within 2-3 years of laying if showered with love and cared for.

[ This part is taken from the accounts of Lilia's dream in the Diasomnia chapter, where Silver is also surprised by the huge gap of the war and the dragon heir's birth.]

Malleus' birth is delayed by 200 years, because he has no one to care for him. It is truly pitiful that even before his birth, Malleus is abandoned.

Why wouldn't Queen Maleficia love her unhatched grandson? Is her love and power not enough to hatch Malleus?

I bet she did, but she also has grieve the death of her only child. On top of that, she has to be strong because she's a queen of a country. Any sign of weakness can mean the humans threatening her or even one of the faes betraying them, putting her family and the nation in danger.

The thought of the Draconia bloodline ending with her likely filled her with depression. Also, Queen Maleficia is not Malleus birth mother, only his grandmother. So that is not enough for a dragon egg to hatch, since it needed the love from his birth parents. I like to think that this part is where Lilia, as his caretaker will come in. Lilia's loyalty to Draconias extended to Malleus, softening the heart of the war-torn general, enough that he had the sympathy to adopt a human child.

It took 200 long years for Malleus to emerge from his egg shell and when he did, Briar Valley celebrated his birth. Matter of fact, his birthday is a public holiday.

Defying the odds is another powerful instance why Malleus is born to be a king faes, the valley and the abyss.

The parallels between Idia (the prodigy) and Malleus (the miracle)

[Is it me or they both look good?!]

Both Malleus and Idia grew up in isolation.

Literally.

[Island of Woe and Briary Valley are two places in the middle of seven-knows-what. Anyway...!]

With Malleus as the only heir, and Idia as the first born, they both have huge responsibilities on their shoulders. We're talking about responsibilities scaling nations and the safety of huge populations.

Idia's childhood is tragic with the death of his brother. But we can argue that Malleus' childhood is tragic too, with the disappearance of his parents.

Malleus grew up isolated and protected in the castle. His only confidant for decades is Lilia, his caretaker. And even then, Malleus said that Lilia is prone to going away for long periods of time.

For Idia, his only companion for the 2 years he locked himself in his room is the prototype of Ortho that he's building.

Idia represents the uncanny future, and Malleus represents the eerie past.

Think of it this way, if you put Malleus in Island of Woe where everything is about technology, I bet he will say something about the importanc of the past and teleport back to his place.

If you put Idia in Briar Valley... man's not even going to survive the night. He will lament his poor WiFi connection.

They compliment each other well: One doesn't want to be approached and the other is unapproachable.

Both Idia and Malleus are some of the loneliest students in NRC. Idia doesn't have social cues, and Malleus... doesn't have good social cues either.

They're both so awkward when interacting with others it becomes endearing.

As awkward as they are, both are arrogant too. Every time Idia regards himself as the acting leader of S.T.Y.X and Malleus as the future king, sends a thrill or.pride to whoever can hear them. [Go forth children! Be the leaders of the TWST world.]

And they will be leaders. As heavy as the mantle of Shroud and Draconia is, Idia and Malleus will have no choose but to shoulder on. That's why I think the battle between (yuu), Idia along with NRC against Malleus will be tragically beautiful.

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Fun fact: Hades tried to ask Maleficent out in a date once, lol.

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There's a reason why all of a sudden the story of TWST started to become more serious in the Ignihyde chapter and just hit the fan in Diasomnia. Soon, were about to find out why.

Idia and Malleus are the complete opposite yet their existence compliments each other so well.

One is a keeper of the underworld, and the other the blessing of maleficence.

And then there's Yuu, trying to uncover the secrets of Twisted Wonderland.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #idia shroud #twst malleus #twst idia #ortho shroud #twst ortho #twisted wonderland analysis #twisted wonderland theory #diasomnia #ignihyde #mentions of #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #s h u #twst #disney twst

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okay but what if eris gets so caught up with the girls and so concerned ab giving you free time that you start to feel less important - i feel like he would freak out if he found out u felt that way and do whatever possible to make sure u didnt feel that way anymore yk?

Oh man, this is painful to think about.

To be honest, Girldad!Eris is such a loving and doting father. Not only that, he is also an amazing mate, husband, and best friend to you. I think Eris in general, does a wonderful job at making sure you feel appreciated and loved and adored, the way you deserve to be.

When Marwa and Twila were newborns, you and Eris were incredibly in sync. You worked like a team in handling your babes, and he made sure that each of you had time for yourselves and time for each other.

It was easier when they were so little... leaving them with a nanny for a couple of hours while he took you out on a day trip, or dinner, or just to spend some alone time together ;)

But when the girls turned into toddlers, they became a bit more attached to their mama and papa. They are in that stage where they become upset if either one of you is out of sight.

Safe to say, time for yourselves and each other has been limited since the babes became more needy. And Eris takes it in stride!!!! He loves his perfect little girls, spoiling them with their every wish and whim, listening intently to everything they have to say (even if it is about how Janey (Twila's imaginary friend) pushed Sienna over (Marwa's imaginary friend)).

And don't get me wrong, you love that. You fucking adore Eris and how he much he loves your babes and takes care of them. He is the best father, and he proves to you and himself every day that any fear he had about being like his father was beyond absurd. But...

But... you miss your husband. You miss your mate and best friend.

When the girls were newborns, they would be asleep most of the day, and you had uninterrupted time with Eris where you and him could catch up and talk about your days, where he could hold and kiss you, and love and dote on you, and fuck your brains out.

Now that girls are toddlers, they are constantly hanging off their papa, begging for his attention throughout the day, and it feels like you just don't have enough time with him. The babes cry whenever you try to go out on dates or day trips, and Eris relents to his girls cries, sending a burst of apology down your bond while you opt to stay in with the babes.

The only time you get to spend alone with him is late into the night, when both of you are too exhausted from your duties and babes to do anything besides cuddle, sending strokes of love and adoration down the golden thread tying you together, and fall into a dreamless sleep.

So yes, you miss your mate. You miss talking to him, and being near him, and kissing and cuddling him, and you absolutely miss his dick. And seeing him with your girls, it warms your heart like nothing else. And it also sends a shock of envy that sends you into a spiral of mom guilt. It just that... there was a slight loss that you felt. A slight emptiness that you no longer had your mates full attention at any point during the day because it was given to the babes. And you love, absolutely love that for them. You just don't like it for yourself.

And Eris, well... he misses you too. He feels it too. He feels the decrease in time that he has had with his mate. So... when you start to distance yourself from him, moving to the very edge of the bed instead of into his chest while you fall asleep, he panics.

Because you already have limited time together, and now you don't want to be near him even during that time??

And Eris knows you. He has known you. He knows every part of you, your body, your brain, your heart, and your soul. So he reads you like an open book, and knows that you are avoiding him. And he knows it is likely because you don't want to talk to him about something that is bothering you. Because thats how you are.

You are his perfect, beautiful, loving, selfless mate.

If something is bothering you, you bury it deep inside, because you love him too much to bring it up to him and possibly hurt his feelings. So... he gives you the first night. He lets you sleep on the other side of the bed, because you need your space. And he will talk to you in the morning over a breakfast date.

When he wakes, you are already gone. Your side of the bed is already cool by the time his stirs enough to reach his hand out to you. This time... this time your avoidance has Eris shooting straight out of bed, throwing on whatever clothes he can find as he sets off to find you.

You are with your babes, who are sitting at the table and coloring with their new pencils their papa bought them a couple of days prior, making some fresh pancakes for them even though your housekeepers tried shooing you off. You are an astounding mother to your girls, wanting them to eat something made and embedded with the purest of love that you have for them.

You greet him softly smiling down at your mate, as he tugs at your bond, making you aware of his presence as he tries and fails to smile back. But his babes are there. So he forces a small grin onto his face, not wanting his little girls to pick up on the fact that Mama and Papa aren't in the best place right now, and cuddles close to them on the bench so he can feed Marwa as you feed Twila.

Once breakfast is over, you encourage the girls to get dressed for their piano lesson this afternoon. And the girls moan and groan, but they listen to their mama, running with their tiny feet out of the dining room to their bedrooms where they can change with the help of their chambermaids, leaving you and Eris alone for the first time in a while.

At this point, you know he knows.

You know he knows that something is wrong, so you avoid looking at him as he turns to you. You move yourself quickly, picking up the dirtied dishes, shifting your eyes towards the forest outside shown by the window over the sink.

Er approaches you, lifting his arms to wrap around your waist, pressing your back into his chest, and resting his head on your shoulder as you try to gently push away. The movement has Eris tsking, swiveling you around to face him. You focus your eyes onto the door behind him, right over his shoulder, but he grasps at your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him, the other hand fingering a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

"Why are you avoiding me, beloved?" he murmurs, leaning in close to brush his nose against yours, "Have I done something to upset you?"

You scoff trying to play your avoidance off, pressing your hands from behind your back into into his hips, tugging him close by his belt, "I am not avoiding you."

He shakes his head, his hand easing its way through your hair to rest at the back of your scalp, still so close to you that it is almost dizzying, "The truth beloved, I want the truth."

You hate that he can read you this well. You hate that he can take you apart, piece by piece, inspecting each part of you slowly and carefully, before putting you back together.

Because you can never hide anything from him, your perfect, wonderful mate.

So now, you have to explain your silly envy that you have for the attention your babes receive from their papa. A lump lodges itself into your throat, a heat runs up your neck and focuses in on your cheeks, as embrassament and shame makes it way deep within you. "I just miss you." It comes out unintentionally as a whimper, so quiet, that if Eris wasn't standing so close, he would've missed it. A hot tear escapes your waterline, streaking down your cheek, as Eris thumbs it away, "I miss you too, beloved."

A pained laugh rushes past your lips as all the feelings you had once held in begin to spill out, "No Eris, you are right here. So close to me. Practically on top of me right now. And I still miss you. Gods, Er, I miss you when you are with our babes. How disgusting is that? Our little babes Er. They need you so much more than I do, they need their papa. And look, you are the most amazing father to them. And you take care of them, and love them, and dote on them. And I am fucking jealous? Not even jealous, I guess. Just sad. Because I miss you. Because anytime we try to be together, just as us, as a couple, as mates, it is interrupted by our babes. And mother, I love them so much, believe me, I love them so much, I would give my soul for them. But I miss... I miss spending time with you. Uninterrupted time with you. I miss you holding me. I miss us reading together by the fireplace. I miss us making dinner together, or getting dressed and going out on those special dates that you would set up without telling me. Gods, I miss making out with you Er. I miss us fucking and I miss us making love, without worrying that one of the babes will walk in and we will scar them for life. I miss everything Er. I guess... I guess I just am feeling... I think..."

His soft amber eyes bore into yours, nodding his head in encouragement as he rubs the back of your scalp and cupping your cheek into his palm, "Go on beloved."

You swallow against the lump, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face a hair-widths from yours, "I think I am feeling a little neglected." Your sentiment comes out forced, but necessary. The time away from your mate was leaving you with a profound sense of sadness, even though he is right in front of you.

Your sentiment also knocks the breath right out of the high lord. This isn't what he was expecting. He knew that you missed him, and he missed you too, so much. He just didn't know that it was this much. That you were feeling "neglected" in your own words. It had bile rising to his throat as he realized, with deep-rooted self loathing he hadn't felt in a while, that he was the one that made you feel this way. Him. Your best friend. Your husband. Your mate.

He was supposed to make you feel appreciated, and adored, and loved. Because that is what you deserve, and you should settle for nothing less.

You scoff, interrupting his flow of thoughts, as if you could read his mind, "Don't. Don't do that Er. It's okay. I am fine. I just miss you."

He scrunches his nose at you, pressing a quick peck to your lips, "It most certainly is not okay. Your feelings are valid, and you don't need to invalidate them to spare my own feelings. I am so sorry beloved, I am sorry I made you feel this way," you opened your mouth, likely to interrupt him again, but he didn't let, thumbing at your bottom lip, trapping it between his fingers and give a slight tug, "I do get caught up in the girls. I get so caught up in loving them, protecting them, doting on them. I never want them to feel the way my father made me feel. I want them to know that their papa cherishes them. And I think through that, I have forgotten to take extra, exclusive, time out for their mama."

He heaves a sigh, pressing another quick peck onto your lips, "I never meant to make you feel neglected, beloved. You have to know. You have to know how much I fucking adore you. How much I need you, and ache for you. Every moment not spent with you, is so... It is so numbing. You make me feel alive. I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you too Er, so much," you lean in, brushing your lips against his once, twice, before locking them together. His lips move so softly against yours, sucking at your bottom lip before darting his tongue to meet with yours. You stay like that for a long moment.

Kissing your mate. Holding him impossibly close, until he is melting against you. Basking in the love he is pouring out, straight through the bond tying your souls.

He nips at your lips as he pulls away, "I promise to make more time for you, mate. Uninterrupted time. Because I miss you too beloved. I miss our dates and our cuddles and our talks and our kisses. I miss it all. I also miss your tits and fucking you, but let's not go there right now or else I'm going to bend you right over this kitchen counter and take you right here," you snort as a smirk lilts his face, "Let's go out tonight beloved. I'll call the nanny to watch them tonight, and we can go out to our little cottage by the seaside for the night. We can have a nice dinner that we cook together, and then for dessert... well for dessert, I am going to splay you across the table, and you are going to spread your legs open for me, and you can work out the rest."

You scoff amusedly, pushing at his chest, but his grip on your hips doesn't let you get too far before pulling you back in, "How does that sound beloved?" brushing his lips over the curve of your ear. He moves your hair over your shoulder, trailing open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, suckling at the sensitive spot right at the junction of your shoulder and collarbone, "How does that sound beloved?" he asks again, mouthing it into the small bruise forming where he had bite onto.

"Gods, yes Er," you moan into his shoulder, "Please."

#eris x fem!reader #eris x reader #girldad!eris #rose rambles #eris acotar #eris vanserra #marwa and twila #angst #some fluff #a little spicy towards the end

[queenofthearchipelago]

Look, listen, and then repeat after me:

You don't need to prove that Mike and El have a completely garbage relationship to "prove" that Mike and Will are gonna end up together.

Romantically, Mike and El have their problems. Personally, I think too many problems for them to fix healthily and move on from them. I feel they're better off as friends. And part of the reason that I, and many of you, feel that way is because they actually have a healthy foundation for a good friendship.

We don't need to diminish that Mike was the only one who helped El is season 1, when she was alone with no where to go. Yeah he was gonna turn her in at first, and yeah it was a massive plus that she could help him find Will. He still didn't turn on her after they found Will's dead body. He biked home alone, crying the entire way, and then continued sobbing into his mother's arms when he got to his house and yet the next time we see Mike, Eleven is on the ground in her fort right next to him.

He believed she wasn't the monster. He believed in her ability to do good and be good when she was scared of who she was and what she was capable of.

He cared for her well being, worried over whether she was over doing herself. He tried to teach her about the outside world, because there's so many awesome things out here and she didn't know about any of them.

When Billy nearly killed her, he picked up a pipe to bash his brains in, risking his own life in the process for her. They had other friends there, but Mike was the one with the presence of mind and the guts to do it.

He missed her when she was gone. He wants to be on good terms with her. He wants to talk things out when things go wrong. He wants to understand. He wants to be there for her. He wants her to allow him to believe in her. He wants to be a source of her strength when she needs him.

Do these things get jumbled up and weird in the context of their romance? Yes. I believe they do. But underneath that is, in fact, a healthy enough friendship that we dont need to be ripping apart every scene they have together.

At the end of season 4, El wasn't really talking to Mike. All she said was that she lost, that she'e never really lost before, and that Papa said this would happen. Yeah, maybe that's not saying much considering that Max died for a whole minute and also Mike confessed his love for her. It doesn't look good for the romance.

But for their friendship?

In a van containing her two brothers and Mike, she decided to tell Mike what happened. It was Mike she talked about Brenner to. Not Jonathan. Not Will.

Mike.

That's not nothing. All that guilt and suffering El must have been going through, and she still, on some level, despite whatever feelings what might have been having about Mike's love confession, still decided to talk to Mike about this little bit of what's bothering her.

When Mike and El figure all this out, they'll have a beautiful friendship. I think we can all agree on that. And in the meantime, we don't need to erase the incredible friendship they have now. A friendship where Mike still looks for her when she's gone. Still wants to understand her.

Maybe El doesn't reach out to Mike the way she used to. And there are ways in which we see that's a good thing. But in that hospital room, when Max was covered in casts and unconscious, El leaned on Mike. It doesn't have to be romantic. But she leaned on him. It's not nothing. She still finds comfort in him.

For Byler to be real, we don't have to go so hard to prove that nothing about Mike and El was real. They're very real. That foundation is still there. And it's good. And they'll figure it out one day.

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #eleven #i just think you guys really need to chill out with the ship wars #talking as if mike and el are just horrible for each other and nothing good ever happens between them #its weird my dudes #thoughtsfromthequeen

[sagesolsticewrites]

Renew (Reunion Part 2) | Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

A funeral, the service, and new beginnings.

a/n: oof this took a little longer than I planned! So sorry for the wait y’all, I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, death of a family member, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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It was one day. The one day you hadn’t gone over to try to keep her company, distract the two of you from your worry over Elvis. And now here you were at Gladys’s funeral trying not to let the guilt eat you alive (you knew that she was sick, that there was nothing you could have done, but that didn’t stop you from wondering what if?) with the Colonel hassling you about the press and reporters outside. Couldn’t he see that not a single one of you wanted anything to do with that? 

Vernon largely ignored the Colonel. He turned to you, his tear-stained face matching your own as you sat beside your parents. 

“Y/N, could you… do you think you could talk to Elvis? I’ve… I’ve tried, but I just can’t—“ he breaks off with a sob, collapsing into a chair. You rise from your parents’ side. 

“Of course, Mr. Presley, anything I can do to help,” you say softly. You step by him with a squeeze of his hand and leave in search of your boyfriend. Of course Vernon had tried talking to him earlier, but his own grief made it difficult for him to truly help now.

“Elvis?” you knock quietly as you open the door to his mama’s closet, still scented with her perfume. Your heart shatters as you take in the scene of Elvis clinging to her favorite dresses, blue eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. “Oh, sweetheart,” your voice breaks as you kneel down next to him, gently wiping away his tears. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him to your chest, and press a kiss to his head. There’s nothing you can say to ease his grief, but you can at least make sure he’s not alone.

The Colonel enters quietly, mumbling.

“My boy, your daddy is doing the best he knows how, but… he is overwhelmed. He needs your help out there.”

You frown, but are returned to the present moment as Elvis shakes his head and sobs against you, “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“I know there is nothing I can say to ease your pain. Miss Y/N’s, too.” The Colonel says, gently working the two of you up from the floor of the closet. “Nothing can replace her. But I promise, from this moment on, anything she would have done, I will do. I will carry it out in her name. While you are overseas, I will stay here at home with your papa and Miss Y/N, and I will work, and I will worry. Now,” He looks into Elvis’s eyes, “Go with Miss Y/N and be with your papa, your family and friends. Comfort them, comfort your fans, even, and let them comfort you. Because if you don’t do that, then all your mama has sacrificed for you will be for nothing.”

Elvis steps away from you briefly, still clinging to your hand, to throw an arm around the Colonel and pull him in for a hug.

“No matter what happens,” he sobs, “you’ll stay with me through thick and thin, okay? You’re like a… like a father to me.” 

The shock that crosses the Colonel’s face also flashes on yours for a brief moment before he returns the hug, releasing him quickly to usher the two of you downstairs to the reporters.

•••

Elvis throws himself into his work, recording a plethora of songs to be released while he’s away. He lets Uncle Sam cut his hair again and ships off to Germany not long after the funeral. He repeats the same vow he made to you word-for-word, “ain’t nothin’ gonna get in the way of us,” before he ships out, leaving you yet again with a lingering kiss and a promise to write to you.

And write he does. You quickly accumulate a stack of letters detailing his time in Germany, the friends he’s made (apparently he’s become friends with some captain’s daughter, Priscilla? He assures you every time he mentions her that it’s strictly platonic — she’s only 14, more of a little sister to him than anything, and nothing could possibly compare to you— but while she’s a bit young, he’s sure you two would get along swell), and he never fails to mention how he longs to see you again. You write him back just as frequently, telling him about your new job at the bookstore (the convenience store got a bit boring, and you’d always loved books) and keeping him updated on both of your families. 

•••

1960

Two years pass by somehow in the blink of an eye, and Elvis is finally home. He races to you the second he gets off the train, ignoring the crowd of fans and press around him, and sweeps you up into his arms, twirling you around, whispering in your ear how much he missed you. 

“I missed you too, honey,” you whisper back, tears brimming in your eyes.

He sets you gently back on the ground and pulls you in for a searing yet gentle kiss, a kiss the two of you have been waiting for for two very long years.  He pulls away reluctantly and turns to his father, your parents, and finally the Colonel for a hug.

“Good to see you, my boy! I have news for when we get back home, hm? But for now…” the Colonel gestures to the crowd of fans with a toothy grin, “don’t want to keep these lovely people waiting too long, do we?”

Elvis nods, turning with that bright, handsome smile. He signs a few things for the lucky few that are within reach, and answers some questions from the reporters clamoring to get his attention.  He’s back with you in the car as soon as he finds an appropriate time to escape. 

“I missed you,” he says between kisses as the pink Cadillac heads off for Graceland, “so goddamn much, I’m never letting you outta my sight again.”

You giggle against his lips, squeezing his hands tight, savoring the feeling of him actually being here, “I don’t plan on leaving your sight anytime soon, baby,” you assure him. “Now, I know you already wrote to me, but it’s not nearly the same as hearing your voice so,” you say with a smile, “I wanna hear everything.” 

He regales you with tales of his time in Germany on the drive back to Graceland, telling you about Priscilla again (“You two’d be like peas in a pod, darlin’, I swear she’s like the little sister you never had”) and explaining the several stops he had to make on the train ride from New Jersey to Tennessee to appease the fans waiting for him along the way. 

Upon your arrival, the Colonel is quick to gather you all in the living room to announce his big news. 

“Movies, my boy!” he beams, “You are going to have a role in a new 20th Century Fox film!” 

Elvis’s eyes go wide, “I’m… I’m gonna be an actor?” he says in disbelief. 

“That you are, my boy, that you are.” The Colonel smiles, patting him on the shoulder. “Now,” he says, suddenly all business, “filming starts soon, so we will need you to move to Los Angeles as soon as possible…”

Up in Elvis’s room, sitting next to him on his bed, you blink as your boyfriend excitedly explains the Colonel’s plan to you again— you were in such shock that it was a bit fuzzy to you the first time.

“And darlin’,” he intertwines your fingers with his, “I don’t wanna do this without you. Will you come with me? To Hollywood? It’ll be so much fun, I promise, we’ll have a big house all to ourselves, and—“

You cut him off. “What? Live together? But… Elvis, baby, we’re… well, we’re not married,” you say nervously, “People might talk.”

“I mean…” he starts quietly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand, “We could be. Y’know, uh… someday.”

“Elvis Presley,” you blink in shock, blushing, “are you saying you might wanna marry me?”

“Well, yeah,” he drawls softly, “I guess I am. Not right now,” he says quickly at the nervous look still on your face, “that might be a little fast, but.. yeah. Someday.”

You think for a moment, resting your head against his shoulder. “Well,” you finally say, smiling, “Y/N Presley could have a bit of a ring to it, I guess. Someday.” 

••• 

The decision to go with Elvis is an easy one for you. For your parents? Not so much.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, sweetheart,” your mother says for about the fifth time during this very long conversation. You knew your parents would be hesitant to let you leave but goodness this was a bit much. “We know that you’re an adult and you can make your own decisions. It’s just…” your mother trails off, your father picking up her sentence as he says “We don’t know what people out there are like, Y/N. Now, I don’t particularly like the thought of you being so far away with only a boy for company—“

“Daddy!” You cut him off, “I've known Elvis for practically my whole life, and so have you and Momma. You know he’s a good man, he won’t let anything happen to me. And his father and the Colonel will be there, too, it’s not like it’ll be just the two of us all the time.”

“Sir, you know I’d drop dead on the spot before I let anything happen to your daughter,” Elvis interjects. “I know she means the world to you and, well, she does to me, too.” He says, looking over at you with soft eyes.

Your father looks Elvis up and down, and gestures over to his office, “Let’s you and me have a talk, Elvis.”

You’re not quite sure what goes on during that conversation in the office, but by the end of it (with lots of promises from you to come visit as often as you can, and about a hundred promises from Elvis repeating that he’d drop dead before he let anyone or anything touch a single hair on your head) your parents have agreed to let you go with him.

•••

The two of you, along with his father and the Colonel, find a place in LA and one in Palm Springs big enough for the three of you, the Colonel finding his own not-so-small apartment nearby. 

Your boyfriend’s first few roles are in movie musicals, not the dramatic roles he’d always aspired to, but he was happy just the same.

“The Colonel says the dramatic roles are somethin’ I can work towards,” he tells you, “but the singin’ ones are gonna help me get my foot in the door. Just you wait darlin’,” he says with a wink, “soon I’ll be just like Jimmy Dean.” 

You and Elvis spend the rare days he’s not working on a film or soundtrack exploring the city, one day even going up to the Hollywood sign. After several years of living there, the sign becomes a place for the two of you to go if you ever need a break, and the view takes your breath away every time.

“I’ll race ya,” he proposes one day as you begin the trek up to the giant white letters.

You laugh, “What? Race me?”

“Yeah,” he nudges your shoulder with a chuckle, “like back when we were kids. I bet I can beat ya there. Unless you’re scared?” He teases.

“Never, Presley,” you say with confidence, chin jutting out playfully. 

“Alright then,” he replies, a sparkle in his eye, “Ready, set, go!”

The two of you sprint to the sign, Elvis falling behind slightly as you gain an easy lead. 

You whoop as you reach the sign first, admiring the view for a few moments before turning to face him. Your taunt of “See, I knew I could still beat you!” dies on your lips as you take in the scene.

Elvis is right behind you on one knee, out of breath but still looking at you as if you’re his whole world. It’s as if, even with the whole of Hollywood laid out below him, he only has eyes for you. But what truly catches your attention is the sparkling diamond ring in his hand. 

A hand claps over your mouth in shock and tears spring to your eyes as he takes a deep breath and begins to speak. 

“Darlin’,” he says, drawl becoming thicker with every word, “you’ve been with me through so, so much these past few years, and honestly… I can’t imagine my life without you now. Truthfully, I don’t want to, because a life without you ain’t a life worth livin’, sweetheart.” 

He gives you a sweet, nervous smile, earnestly looking in your eyes, “So, Y/N L/N, my best friend, love of my life… will you make me the happiest goddamn man in the universe and… will you marry me?”

You nod frantically, cupping his face and bringing it to your own in a kiss, “Yes, a thousand times yes, baby, of course I’ll marry you,” you say between kisses as tears of joy roll down your cheeks.

He beams, taking your left hand from where it’s cupping his cheek and slipping the sparkling band onto your ring finger, releasing it with a kiss to the back of your hand. He stands up, sweeping you into his arms and twirling you around just like he had the day he got back from Germany. He sets you down gently, as if you might break, and cups your face in one hand, stroking your cheek, as the other grips your left hand — the one now adorned with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen in your life — and squeezes three times.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says quietly, a vow for only the two of you to hear.

Unable to form words as more tears of joy spring to your eyes, you pull him in for a sweet kiss, pouring every ounce of your love for him into it and assuring him more than words ever could that a life with you will be everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Part 3

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[bella-goths-wife]

Lost boys in parent teacher meetings

Parent lost boys x daughter reader

Dwayne

Is probably one of the only ones who take it seriously

Is known by the teachers as ‘uncle Dwayne’ because none of them can find out about you having 4 dads and 1 mom

He listens very carefully to the teachers and is genuinely curious on how your doing with your school work

As I’ve mentioned in previous fics, Dwayne was the one to teach you for the most of your life before star came into the picture so I could guess that there would be a sense of jealousy there

He would be jealous that the two of you couldn’t have the bonding time that you had when you were younger

So he tends to be a bit judgy with teachers

Think of those PTA bitchy moms and you have Dwayne

Is definitely secretly part of the PTA and gossips with the coffee moms

“(Y/n) did you say that miss summers is pregnant? Well I don’t see a ring on her finger” is something he’s definitely said to you

All in all he’s a pretty good person to have as a in a parent teacher meeting as he makes you laugh while also listening to the advice teachers offer and takes it on board as long as it isn’t too harsh

Paul

Is the absolute last option

That’s if you can even find him

There is no way that the boys would allow him to go unless all of them, star and max were unavailable

He’s another ‘uncle’ and is a self proclaimed ‘cool uncle’

Has totally slept with one of your teachers so it can get a bit awkward for you sometimes

He stores up all the information he gets to use as blackmail in case you find anything on him, he’ll simply tell David that you’ve been skipping classes and get you punished

He’ll give the whole “wow this is seriously disappointing, we’ll talk about this when we get home young lady” and then he’ll high five you when your out of the teachers sight

Isn’t concerned about your grades because he knows you’ll be turned eventually then you won’t need a job, so no need to upkeep those A+’s other than to please David

If he finds out anything about bullying however, he’ll instantly become 10 times more interested

Threatens to tell David unless you spill and when you do he offers to kill them, you decline and tell him you’ll handle it

When he finds out you fought then he simply asked “did you win?” If you nod you get a pat on the back

If you don’t then he’ll kill and devour your bullies

He may not be around a lot, but he’ll still prevent any emotional of physical damage to his baby when he is around

Marko

‘Uncle marko’ is widely known among teachers as the one you don’t want to piss off

One teacher once accused you of stealing from a girl in your class in front of him and it turned into a one sided screaming match with marko being furious

He thrives of the teachers fear and hopes it gains you some special treatment

He reports everything he finds out back to David, even if you beg him not to

If a teacher accuses you of anything at all, even if you did it, marko will defend you and use his vampiric powers to manipulate the teachers brain to believe him

He’ll still yell at you, not as harshly as David would, but it still scares you when his eyes turn that bright yellow and his fangs appear

He’ll apologise afterwards for scaring you but he won’t mean it and will manipulate and guilt trip you into feeling like you caused him emotional distress

He just wants to make sure you remain his adoring little girl who wouldn’t do anything to go against her papa

David

Is the only one in the group that is recognised as your father

You will be ordered to drop the calling him David act in front of teachers because he refuses to have them snoop about in your parent child relationship

Is known by the female staff as a ‘dilf’ and will be flirted with majorly

He ignores them because the meeting isn’t about him, it’s about how your doing

Although he knows that you’ll be turned eventually, he still wants you to get good grades

Your his daughter, his legacy, his prodigy, he can’t go and have you be uneducated

How will that possibly benefit the pack?

So he expects you to keep up good grades

If you slip from a A to a C then you’ll get a harsh talking too and a grounding of two weeks

He will be outraged if he finds out you’ve skipped classes because he expects you to behave and obey him, he also doesn’t know what your doing with your free time but if it’s anything to do with other people then he will be extremely unhappy

Loves to make an entrance, he’ll be 5 minutes later just to strut through the door and greet you with a hug and a kiss on the forehead which you’ll always try and resist but he keeps you there with his strength

All in all just behave and get good grades or you’ll get screamed at and be grounded in the cave for weeks

Star

Star loves parent teacher meetings because it’s one of the only places that people acknowledge you as her daughter

At the cave the boys refuse to acknowledge her raising you and her maternal bond with you so it is a breath of fresh air when she can be called your mother in public

She’s very involved in your schooling and knows all the teachers by name and will be extra sweet to them in hopes that they give you the same sweetness

Teachers love her because she bribes them with baked goods and sweet grins

They can see where you get your kind nature from

She hates it when her and David have to go to a meeting together as they have to fake a loving relationship in which David secretly taunts her by being extra affectionate when the feeling of his skin on hers makes her want to jump into acid

Isn’t angry when she finds out that you’ve been bad but is disappointed and gives an entire speech on how she didn’t raise you to act like this, the boys did

Won’t tell David though If you do misbehave unless it’s directly harming you

She knows how scared you are of him when he yells and she doesn’t want to put you through that

Max

Is very involved in your schooling

When you joined your school he joined the board of governors, which are people who make big decisions on behalf of the school

The teachers know him as the “goofy grandpa who loves his granddaughter” but he secretly despises them all

He gets copies of your report card even before you do and he collects them for memories

He puts your good ones on his fridge and smiled every time he sees it

Buys every single photo from school picture days and hangs them up in his living room so everyone can witness his pride and joy

He once got extremely salty because he had helped you study for a history test, for a time period he was in, and you got a C because he had told you things that weren’t recorded in history books by accident

Definitely signs you up for extra curricular activities without the boys knowledge if they refuse to let you go

He’s your biggest cheerleader in any sport and encourages any hobby you pick out, he would even try to go as for to become the coach but he backed off as he saw this might go over your boundaries a bit

Max is definitely your favourite person to bring to these meetings because he completely has your back and reassures you that he’s not upset if you misbehaved

Your fathers kill people, so he thinks it’s okay if you skip a few classes

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[kindheart525]

Celestia’s sun shone brightly in the sky on this summer afternoon, bathing the world in a warmth that was toasty but not sweltering. A soft breeze blew over the land, creating a ripple along the lake’s surface. Anypony who peered into the lake would find their reflection distorted by the waves—a humorous sight.

Much like the aunt and niece relaxing on its beaches now.

“There’s a version of my Dad in your world? And he had a crush on Queen Twilight!?”

“Yeah! I almost can’t believe it myself!”

The two sat there talking and laughing, catching up on a whole lifetime they’d missed out on. A lifetime that was filled with so many joys yet so many sorrows. But now they finally had time to talk about it.

“But he’s a really nice guy, he stood up for the people he cared about when it counted and he sure was fun to be around. He was in a band…maybe he still is. And he had quite the sense of humor. If the Flash Sentry here was anything like that, I can see why Sunburst would have liked him.”

Sunset Shimmer chuckled to herself, reminiscing back to her high school days and long before that, when she was young and carefree and close with her little brother.

“I think he did mention being in a band at one point!”

Luster Dawn laughed along. The pain of her loss wasn’t gone, it would never go away completely, but for once she could also feel joy while remembering the ones she missed so dearly. Like they were still alive, in memory.

“He was in the royal guard, he had to be all serious for his job but when he was with us he was nothing but fun. Papa could be stressed a lot of the time but Dad was always making him laugh, it was almost embarrassing.”

She felt a deep pang of guilt remembering the last time she saw them.

“And well…I wish I hadn’t been so embarrassed. I didn’t want to be around them, I said a lot of things I wish I could take back, and—“

“So did I.”

Her aunt suddenly broke her spiral, taking her hoof in hers with a compassionate but wistful smile.

“I was an awful pony when I was younger. An awful person. Nothing was ever enough for me, I was always looking for more power—“

She stopped, not wanting to delve into her whole backstory.

“Anyway, my relationship with Sunburst suffered for it. I said a lot of things I wish I could take back too. I regret it all the time…”

Sunset started to feel choked up, but she focused back on the niece who needed her so much.

“I know exactly how you feel.”

These words meant the world to Luster, knowing she finally found somepony who understood her situation perfectly. Somepony older and wiser, who could help her get through it.

“How do you live with it?”

She asked, desperate for a nugget of wisdom.

“It can be hard. Really hard.”

Sunset admitted.

“But the version of me that was so nasty back then isn’t here anymore, I try every day not to be like her. And I hope that the ones I’ve lost would be proud of me, and the ones I meet in the future will know who I’ve worked hard to become. Just look at you!”

She pointed to Luster’s reflection in the water, her eyes focused on the real filly before her.

“I’ve only just met you and I already know you’re an amazing filly.”

“Really?”

Luster was humbled by this, she had spent so long wallowing in her regret that she often forgot to think about all the good qualities she had.

“Yeah! Witty, smart, talented, where do we even begin?”

Both of them laughed together, a weight lifting off their shoulders as they finally allowed themselves to just be.

It was a few minutes of just wordlessly enjoying each other’s company before Sunset spoke up again.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how my brother’s life turned out. If he was happy, if he ever found ‘the one’ or accomplished everything he wanted to. But I don’t have to wonder anymore.”

“Hm?”

“Because your dads raised you, and that’s all I need to know about them. They would be so proud.”

~~~~~~~~~~

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[idk-my-aesthetic]

**Toh ending spoilers**

So if season 3 hadn’t been cut I’m pretty sure we would’ve had an all out Amity VS Luz fight in the finale

Like, this is just a theory. But not only is the setup absolutely there- both with the collecter possessing people under Belos’s instructions or Belos himself possessing ppl- but it makes for a fantastic parallel.

One of their first interactions is the witches duel! A full blown finale fight would be an incredible parallel to show how far they’ve come and grown as witches. Plus it plays on some of their biggest fears- hurting the ppl she loves for Luz and for Amity- who’s main thing is about working on becoming a better person- would be a devastating regression

Also just like. Big emotional scene where mind controlled Amity is saying mean things, and Luz agrees, and Amity has to snap herself out to convince Luz that no those hurtful things weren’t true and I’m so sorry and then they comfort each other and have a nice romantic moment

Like In the actual episode Amity is the one to comfort Luz and tell her about the light glyph being what wakes people up. (Which btw is a connection I love so much how the light glyph was the first she learned and it’s her name and it’s what keeps saving ppl Luz keeps saving people even when she thinks badly of herself she is good and kind and no matter what she thinks she can’t erase that or the good she’s done)

the actual interaction in the nightmare world are kinda short bc the mouse screwed them over and also bc Luz can’t properly finish her arc until she talks to Papa Titian for finale reasons but like

Imagine Luz in the nightmare realm as her freinds yell at her. And she believes them! Ofc she believes them!! She’s been wallowing in guilt for months of course she believes it

Amity gets the quote right. They fight.

Its big and flashy and scary. Luz is so distraught she’s not really properly putting up a fight and Stringbean has to kinda pick up the slack so she doesn’t really get hurt. The others are probably joining in as backup for Amity, throwing in mean things that Luz just keeps agreeing with

(There’s moments when Amity, misses an easy shot or takes a second too long to react, but that’s all the rebellion she can muster. For now)

Mid fight, while saying or agreeing with something mean about herself, Luz casts a light spell

Amity does not wake up

Willow does

And Willow says she’s wrong. Willow starts defending Luz from the others, rebuking all the self deprecating claims Luz makes. As she goes Willow manages to wake up Gus, then Amity, then Hunter

The four of them fight together to protect Luz from whatever monsters manifest from the nightmare, and also from her own self deprecation

Like I feel like it would be so beautiful. Luz’s whole life all she’s wanted is to be understood. She struggled so hard to make freinds, and she loves these ones so much and she’s so afraid that she hurt them. But instead they turn around and say no you didn’t and we love you and fight for her because after so so long of being alone Luz finally has a family, brothers and sisters and a girlfriend who love her.

She would have the support she needed to finally believe them and stop listening to her own fears. The support to finally believe in and choose herself

Now obviously changing this stuff would wreak havoc on the actual script and mess with a lot of what they’d be capable of doing in their limited time. Plus screw up some really really incredible moments like everything with the collector and Luz actually choosing herself. I do think you could make it all work with more time but obviously that’s the one thing the incredible writing team didn’t have.

Anyway I am writing a fic. but it’s very much a WIP. Collage is killing me. So expect it whenever I rise from the dead in the fanfic writer equivalent of Titian form

#toh spoilers #the owl house #toh #toh luz #toh amity #lumity #toh willow #toh hunter #luz nodeda #amity blight #willow park #hunter noceda

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Peace and Quiet

(Also available on AO3) +18 MDNI Includes: +1.5k words, Papa Emeritus II x OC, Secondo x OC, domestic fluff, all the cuddles, memories, grumpy old man finds love Notes: This is really just the fluffiest fluff. Secondo is feeling contemplative and counting his blessings. And I would die for soft boy Secondo. I'm not even sorry.

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The rooms were all dark, quiet and still for the night. The only light in the sitting area was the flickering of the TV, turned down as low as possible for Secondo to still hear. He’d thought of giving in and going to bed several times but, the truth was, he couldn’t bring himself to break the sense of familiar comfort and peace that permeated the space. Something he attributed entirely to her presence.

Ophelia rested against his side. Tucked under a blanket and dozing, his arm wrapped around her protectively. Looking down at her, he wondered when, if ever, anyone had found so much comfort in him to be able to fall asleep so easily in his arms. But she was not anyone. She’d never looked at him like the rest, never been afraid or intimidated. To hear her tell it, he’d drawn her in. Secondo knew for a certainty, however, that is had been the other way around.

From the first moment he’d seen her, he had wanted to know more. The Sister with the steely determination and fire in her eyes. The one who met his gaze, unflinching. The one Sister Imperator grumbled about with an amusing regularity. Willful and stubborn. The one he’d seen, on a number of occasions, punitively scrubbing the chapel floor with that defiant look on her face still unbroken. And finally, the one who had told him off sharply for treating her, as she claimed, like a bed warmer or a call girl.

He could still remember the anger in her voice and her refusal to back down simply because of who he was. The way she jabbed her finger at him, accusingly. When was the last time anyone had dared? Certainly before his time as Cardinal. But this woman burned as hot as hell’s own fire, undaunted by his reputation, his office, or his title. “If it’s a whore you want, then go pay for one. I am not at your beck and call. You can treat me treat me with basic respect, at minimum, or you can lose my number.” She had marched out, leaving him there as stunned as if she had slapped him. Part of him wanted to chase after her, to apologise, to beg her forgiveness. His own pride and stubbornness kept him rooted to the spot.

It took a week for him to finally relent. He’d tried a few times to find someone else to share his bed but, each time he ended up feeling a kind of guilt and shame that he hadn’t experienced before. What would he possibly have to feel guilty over? He was Papa. He could do as he pleased, bed who he liked. Couldn’t he? And each time, he’d end up back in his quarters, alone, staring at her number in his phone.

S: You were right. O: I often am. Can you narrow down what I’m right about this time? S: You are being difficult on purpose. O: And I still haven’t heard an apology. Just something I already knew. S: You are not a whore. You are not at my beck and call. Forgive me my poor manners. You deserve better than that. I give you my word, I will do better. For you. I am sorry. O: Thank you. I know you don’t hand out apologies on a whim. S: I would like to see you again. I have missed you. O: I miss you, too. S: Would I push my luck if I ask you to come to my quarters? O: Probably, but you’ve always seemed like a man who enjoys pushing his luck. Give me 20 minutes. S: I will be waiting, Tesoro.

Things had changed after that. In a way that took longer than he cared to think about to actually admit. She’d become a permanent fixture. Slowly woven into the very fabric of his life. Until he realised that he couldn’t imagine any of it without her. She brought down defenses he’d convinced himself decades before no one would ever get through. Not by force or deceit. But through time and care and honesty and love. Until his soul was laid bare before her and, to his own astonishment, he found actual comfort in it. More than that, she was as willing to be as open with him. Even in his darkest moments, even when it would have made far more sense for her to leave, she had stood firm. More devoted than before. A marvel that he would never fully understand but one he was eternally grateful for.

This woman, fire made flesh, his Dark Queen… His own Lilith.

Beside him, Ophelia’s brow furrowed in her sleep and she grumbled something unintelligible. Secondo’s mouth turned up at the corner, chuckling to himself. Trust her to be fighting people even in her sleep. His fingers gently brushed the loose hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Whispering as he leaned down to kiss her brow. “Sei tutto, Ophelia. Sai quello?”

Her eyelids fluttered as he sat back, one hand seeking his before she’d even woken. Her first concern, always. Blinking up at him dreamily once her fingers finally found the warmth of his palm. No cheering crowd, no stage in front of screaming admirers, had ever come close to the way one sleepy, loving smile from her felt. The rush of it, the way she looked so peaceful and content, not a care in the world, because he was there. Even when he’d been very young, stories of brave princes in shining armour saving the damsel to win her heart had never interested him. But he was starting to see the appeal. Ophelia was no damsel, but feeling her faith in him, her trust… it made him feel like the brave hero he’d never cast himself as before.

“Did I fall asleep?” She mumbled softly.

“Only a little,” He smiled, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Non ti preoccupare, Amore. Tu dormi.”

“It’s late.” Ophelia buried her face in his side to try and cover a yawn. “You need sleep too, my heart.”

“Non senza te.”

She pulled his hand a little closer and softly kissed his fingers. “Portami a letto, bello.”

Secondo drained the last of his drink and set his glass on the coffee table. A problem for the morning. With the TV off, the room was lit only by the little bits of street light that peaked in around the edges of the curtains. But his rooms were as familiar to him as the back of his hand and, scooping his love up in his arms, he carried her off to bed. Savouring the way she curled up against him, looping her arms around his neck.

He set her down gently onto the mattress and, before he’d even managed to shed his robe, he could hear the sound of her digging in the night stand. The same woman who’d been fast asleep, not five minutes before, was still set on taking care of him. Not for the first time, Secondo was grateful for the dark hiding the idiot grin on his face. He didn’t say a word and she didn’t ask, he simply sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. Ophelia shuffled closer, unscrewing the cap from the small pot of muscle rub while the familiar medicinal smell drifted around the room.

Before the cold of the initial touch of the cream, she pressed a trail of kisses across his shoulders. His hand reached back, sliding along her thigh. Ophelia only chuckled softly. “Let me at least do this first. I’d prefer you don’t wake up grumpy and sore.”

“Only grumpy then.” He teased.

“Mmmm… just the way I like you.” She nipped at his ear, grinning to herself when he hissed at the cold. “Lo so, sono così crudele con il mio amore più caro.”

“E dopo che ti porto a letto come una principessa.”

Her hands rubbed over his sore muscles, massaging the cream into his lower back, between his shoulder blades, and up his neck. His posture loosening as it began to warm on his skin. “You see? Better all ready.”

He sat patiently until she was finished fussing, tucking the cream back in the drawer and cleaning her hands. Secondo slid into the cool sheets and hooked an arm around her, pulling her close. His chest rumbling deeply as she melted first into his arms and then into his kiss. Her nails scratched softly over his scalp sending a rush of goosebumps down his arms.

“Cosa farei senza di te, Amore?” Secondo asked in a whisper, forehead pressed to hers.

She stayed pressed against him, speaking as quietly. “Non posso parlare per te, cuore mio, ma sicuramente morirei senza di te.”

“Allora dovrò assicurarmi che non accada mai, no?”

Ophelia smiled, her eyelids getting heavy. “I will fight anyone who tries to take you from me. Even Satan himself. You are mine.”

His warm hand pressed into the small of her back, holding her closer. “And you are mine.”

“Sempre e per sempre…” She slipped off to sleep, a faint smile still on her lips.

Secondo gently tucked her closer and kissed the top of her head, nuzzling into the comforting smell of her hair, her lingering perfume. Letting himself fully relax. His eyes slid closed in silent prayer, thanking the Dark Lord for his most generous blessings and offering up whatever it would take to know her love until the end of his days.

“Non c'è nulla che non farei per te, Ophelia. Niente.”

#ghost fanfiction #Papa II x OC #Secondo x OC #domestic fluff #cuddles and kisses #I'm not even sorry rn

[eyoooomiru]

Buddy Daddies Predictions (Ep.11-13)

I literally can't wait anymore :')))

At this point I expect everything from this show

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Ep. 11

I don't think that Rei and Kazuki will meet Miri again in this episode

I feel like we'll see both of them fall back into their own old habits, such as how Rei sleeps in the bathtub and smokes and Kazuki feeling empty again

I also feel like they most likely won't talk about their feelings or try to comfort each other at all (boy istg TALK ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN FEELINGS)

😭✋🏻

The focus in this episode won't be on miri and Misaki either, we'll probably see a few scenes of them but that's it

For some reason I can see it happening that miri constantly asks for her papa's and when they will return to pick her up 🥲 her mother wouldn't know how to answer and either ignores her daughters question or tells her she doesn't know

This is just the calm before the actual storm

Rei's dad definitely will play a HUGE part the last few episodes

I think he'll call his son again to his office and gives him the offer to become the heir of the suwa family business one last time

Sry not sry but I can't see that rei would ever have the guts to blatantly tell his dad no

fucking donkey 😡

He'll probably come up with the "give me more time pls" shit again and his dad will snap, telling him that if he won't decide soon, Kazuki will be out of the picture

The thing is, Rei KNOWS who is family is, he KNOWS what he wants. He just can't voice it out of fear from the business and rejection

Kazuki and Rei will also start to have a fight cuz Rei stopped cleaning for himself again and Kazuki is just too tired to do anything

I think it'll end with this threat from his father, Rei trying to distance himself from Kazuki and Kazuki completely dying on the inside and looking at their family picture

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Ep. 12

It is too soon for miris mom to die, so I can't really imagine her dying in the show cuz of her cancer

I feel like, even tho she has changed (😒) she'll be quite overwhelmed with suddenly taking care of miri again

Listen I love our shortcake miri but she's a pain in the ass hands down

Her mother wasn't the best caretaker before, I mean she even said herself that she literally did not care at all for her before

On top of that, she just lost her job and most likely has no income yet. A child costs an fortune

When she first saw the room Kazuki and Rei had for miri she was shook because she KNOWS she can't afford that for miri as of now

I also feel like, since miri is quite stubborn, she won't stop asking about her papa's

Her mother will realize in this episode how much of a family they have become and I can imagine her starting to feel really bad about taking them away from each other

She'll probably have tons of guilt and I think miri will just get more stubborn each minute because her dad's won't show up

Her daycares Christmas event most likely will also play an big part in this episode. I think miri will imagine herself singing with her friends while her papa's and her mum are watching

I also think we will finally get to see Kazukis real rage after he finds out who's fault it is that his wife died

Remember that creep of a guy who writes people's last words into his notebook? Yes him

I hate this man so much

either in this episode or even in the episode before (11), miri will run away to search for her papa's on her own. Probably taking the train again, but this time she will either get kidnapped or get lost again in a completely different city

It will end with Misaki realizing her daughter went missing and her either calling Kazuki or directly showing up at their house

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Ep. 13

It's canon, the authors and directors of buddy daddies already confirmed that it will end realistically. (as realistic as this show can get ig 🥲) they also stated that the last few episodes are more serious and we all know that this show has no problem with angsty themes :')))

So according to this, it would be stupid to think that Rei, Kazuki and Miri will live happily ever after

One of them will probably get shot, my bet is on Kazuki since it would be stupid to try and kill your own heir

Miri most likely will also have been kidnapped by someone from the agency

Usually she was pretty dense whenever she was in danger before (for example when her biological dad held a gun to her head and she wasn't scared, or when she saw rei shooting someone)

But i think this time, miri will actually realize the importance of the situation and will be terrified 😭

I also think that Kazuki will kill the man that was responsible for his wife's death

For some reason I really can't think of any ending besides Rei and Kazuki leaving the business but how would they do that??

They can't just walk off and say that they quit xddd

They also aren't strong enough to kill the whole agency

Instead I think that one of them will kill Rei's dad, setting an end to this once and for all

HOW COOL WOULD IT BE IF REI IS THE ONE TO KILL HIS OWN DAD??!

Remember that scene in the intro where Rei's dad is standing infront of a car?? That could be the scene where they start a fight

Yes this scene here could be it :00

I don't think that miri will start to live with Kazuki and Rei after that tho

Most likely they will Co parent or sum shit like that and tbh I don't like this idea very much

But it's better than nothing I assume

It would also make the most sense cuz after all since Kazuki and rei wouldn't be assassins anymore, they would have no income, which means both of them have to find real jobs

Finding your place in this world can be scary. Especially if you are not used to it

For some reason I think this show will end with Kazuki and Rei showing up at Miri's daycare Christmas performance, watching her from a distance and she'll notice them, running off the stage, straight into their arms cuz she missed her papa's so much 🥺🥺

Maybe we'll even get a scene where we see all of them in the future together ✨ imagine them trying to enroll miri into school 😂 or her getting into her first relationship xddd

Also I'm sry to disappoint any shippers but I don't think that Kazuki and Rei will become canonly a couple 😭😭😭 I think they will just stay queer coded 😭

However I still hope that they will grow as people in the next few episodes

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Either way I'm totally not prepared for what's about to happen 🥲🥲🥲 man I love this show so much

I eat everything up that has found family in it lol

Anyone else has some more predictions?? It sucks so much that there is no Manga or novel

If u have read this far, thank u <33

~~ you did a great job today ✨

#buddie daddies predictions #buddie daddies #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #rei papa #kazuki papa #misaki unasaka #miri unasaka #prediction #Buddie daddies ep 11 #Buddie daddies ep12 #Buddie daddies ending

[tornsurvivors]

Imagine a family dinner with Vale & Jaina and their parents together. And it’s Kipp and Beau wanting to do it at their place while Katherine says it would be much better at Proudmoore Keep cause it would be proper. Vale recommends a nice spot in the forest, close to her parents place. Jaina ends up offering to use her place outside of Boralus cause it’s right in the middle and it also has an amazing view that everyone would like.

"I think supper at the Proudmoore Keep would be more appropriate..." Jaina didn't miss the hesitance in her mother's tone. Could tell it was cautious, because Katherine was most likely withholding tremendous guilt. Especially in the way the older woman's gaze tentatively met with Jaina's and the way Katherine's hands would habitually smooth out non-existent wrinkles in her admiral jacket. The one that Daelin gifted her.

Jaina just smiled and it was genuinely soft, reassuring.

"Mom... it's okay to disregard our titles just for one evening." Her tone was gentle too, warm and empathic as she approached the older woman and placed a hand on Katherine's shoulder. Once she saw the pinch in between her mother's brows soften, she relaxed more and felt lighter. "Don't tell me you forgot how much fun you and Papa had with Beau and Kipp? When none of our military and royal lifestyle weighted us down?"

And she felt more at ease once Katherine's lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

"How about we dine at my place? Just get away from the city, and we'll have the great view of the ocean. You wouldn't have to worry about doing a thing. Vale and I will do the cooking. It would be good for you to see Beau and Kipp again, you know. It's been... so long." Her voice lowered, almost inaudibly murmuring the last words. Because even Jaina was realizing how long it had been since Daelin passed. It was also partially because of the regret of not coming back home enough in the past before Theramore.

Before she knew it, she was pulled into a tight embrace. Her eyes widened before falling shut as she smiled and buried her face in Katherine's shoulder, almost clutching at her mother's back.

She had also forgotten what a mother's embrace felt like. It allowed her to break down, and cry. It was different from when Katherine embraced her after saving her in Thros. It was just... different.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, darling." Katherine whispered into her daughter's hair and squeezed her daughter tighter at the increasing volume of Jaina's sobbing.

#*throws some emotions at you* #not sorry. #𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖧𝖢 » ahoy sweet daughter of the seas #𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋: 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄 ][ swept away by the undertow #tornsavior #DRABBLES » memoirs of a torn survivor

[nani-nonny]

CH 12 OF WDS!!!

And am now worried a bit in the first part when the 3 were out especially to blue's case; blue is still worried and probably more insecure now because of the loss of his arm, i hope spending more time with CJ and F!LEO - and ghost april - will help him get better to stand on his legs again.

Am so surprised when i read they went to get pizza puff from meat sweat! Like aren't they worried it can be poisoned? Is that what you meant when you wrote " he talked kindly " to him?

The gang come back home and damn am enjoying how the 3 are like mama and her little ducklings.

Splinter caught them and am thinking about metal gear's bad end sounds " sneak? Sneak! SNEAK!! "

I don't know if it was F!leo's plan but bringing out the other snacks for his dad was smart! And when splinter said " you're my favorite " i just laughed at how blue and purple reacted XD

" Leonardo smiles at Casey as he sneaks into the kitchen and holds back his laugh when he sees Blue looking at him in pure disbelief " I LAUGHED SO FUCKING HARD!! BRUH THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL!!

" handing each one a piece of candy he snuck out of the gift bag for Splinter " Yo!! Isn't that what grandparents do?!🤣

Also when splinter scolded them wasn't only yellow and red on it? And for how long the 3 went out? How many hours?

" he hands Red a small plush unicorn that was hidden in a gap in his prosthetic shoulder. " BRO IS A WHOLE INVENTORY GAME!!! WHAT'S NEXT?! BAZOOKA UNDER YOUR ARMPIT?!?/J

1st, i awe when i heard blue said that purple had been eyeing the keychain i was like 'Aww!'. 2nd, i laughed when he said " you're forgiven! " xD

WHEN ORANGE ASKED TO BE ADOPTED BY F!LEO I LAUGHED HARD AND SAID " YO YO MIKEY!! BABY IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT " XDDDD

“I tried to get Stone’s autograph for the photo, but he almost had a heart attack seeing me.” lmfao i will just wish he didn't crash their date xd

WDS F!Leo wins the award for best dad of the day!

When splinter shouted at leo i was like 'Did he knew all along?!', and when he pat orange was that like an approval that he really adopted him??🤣

I just felt immediately guilt when i knew CJ and blue were left to defend themselves against splinter's scolding XD and leo really won the kids over by presents

" The elder slider opens his heavy eyelids and looks down to see Blue outstretched on his plastron as the teen rests on him " YO I REMEMBERED WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT HOW TGE PEEPAWS VANISHED SND TELEPORTED TO 'I'm blue' FIC!!

TBC (too be continue)

*evil hand rubbing* F!Leo is home at least, for real this time, so he finally gets to witness how everyone was doing in his absence

And yes, “kindly asked” refers to scaring the crap out of Meat Sweats, even slightly threatening the pig mutant into giving F!Leo what he wants hahaha! If the kids were in any kind of danger, F!Leo would be on top of that immediately

It was definitely part of his plan to bribe Splinter with all the food he brought home hahaha! He’s a Leo, he can easily predict how his family will react and that doesn’t exclude Splinter! He knew they were out for too long when he saw the sun setting

And what was it? “Triple betrayal!”

Splinter definitely got Yellow and Red to spill the beans for why F!Leo, Blue and Jr were missing so everyone knew by the time the trio of duckies came home

WDS F!Leo best papa! I’m speaking it into existence, writing it into existence!

And F!Leo doesn’t plan on adopting Lil Orange, the head pat was just because he can’t resist the lil round guy

WDS has an I’m Blue reference!!! *plastic toy horns blast from every angle* /j

Anyways, lots of silly moments in this chapter hahah! I’m glad you liked them! They made me smile a lot when I wrote them, I even snuck some moments I’ve had with my own siblings hahah

#nani nonny answers #whispers of distant souls #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt future leo #future leo au #future leo returns to the past with casey au

[minseologs]

Saving Grace

Minseo sits quietly inside the church, marveling at the beauty of the cathedral’s walls. She’s been here a few times in childhood, and yet she acts as if it’s the first time. The stained glass art filters through sunlight that gently illuminated her surroundings and particularly liked the way it hazed over her like a halo. She didn’t appear to have any thoughts, and it disrupts her when a priest joins in.

“Back from work, Minseo?” The voice calls out, and a man dressed in robes comes along. “My— I haven’t seen you inside church since Jinwoo’s Christening.”

“Father..! Yeah— it’s been a while...” she bows promptly, waiting for him to sit by her side and continues to just look straight to the altar. “I’m going for a vacation, actually—”

The priest sits at a comfortable distance, as if he had known Minseo for ages. “Let me guess… you’re here to find a peace of mind?”

“I’m guessing papa came here for the same thing.”

“It was your mother, actually…”

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Her head averts to the priest, gaze strengthens as he was also just appears to be mindlessly staring at the altar. The church provided some kind safety net for them, as if she knew she wasn’t allowed to escalate any situation.

“Before you and your sister were born, your mother came here a lot to pray. She would always say that it gave her time to think. Just about everything.” He mentions, reminiscing what once was. “What’s troubling you?”

“I…” She hesitates. She was sure there was a problem, but in a way where she thought it shouldn’t have been an issue in any other person. Minseo leans back to her seat and could only sigh, thinking what a priest could do to fix her problems. “I’m just— feeling torn. As if I’m broken in to pieces and be given to others with different perceptions. I’m not saying I want to be liked by everyone. I’m saying what if they find out I’m not who they think they are? A weak, and fragile person? Suppose I’m looking for guidance now.”

He chuckles at the thought, much to her dismay. “My dear, God only knows who is right and who isn’t for you. I know for a fact as someone as kind as you would figure things out, because of his guidance.” He points at the cross, Minseo attempts to be respectful of the thought.

“Tell you what,” he offers, holding out a hand. “Let’s say the Lord’s Prayer and I’ll leave you be. You know that one, don’t you?”

“With due respect, father, you know I’m not the most religious person. It would feel wrong.” The priest insists, inviting the hand to her direction again. So she did like any other obeyed request in holy ground. “I’m not sure if the angels would even hear…”

“Why don’t we begin?” He nods, so she reaches out too, closing her eyes. “Our Father….”

Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven…

In a sudden moment, Minseo recalls what had happened earlier that morning. She could hear plea in her head, and was beginning to lose focus. A man was screaming in her head with apologies.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses; as we forgive those who trespass against us…

“I’m loyal to you, Miss Choi, I swear…!! one more chance!! I made a mistake, I’m sorry!” Minseo remembers the feeling of pity, and anguish at once. The feeling of betrayal was fuming from her chest, and yet her face wouldn’t tell a thing. She watches as a guard points a gun on his head, and before she could see murder in her eyes, she looks down.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…

The church bell rings that jolts her out of trance. A gunshot was the last prominent thing she heard before the feeling of guilt washes over. Even if the blood wasn’t directly on her hands, she admits the defeat and exhaustion of constantly eliminating those who destroy her loyalty.

“Amen.”

Hands gently clasp hers, as if the priest gave her extra blessings. A gentle smile couldn’t help but pass by, in amusement and disbelief.

“I’ll make sure to visit the children at the orphanage again.”

He chuckles, “of course, child. they miss you and always wonder if you’re doing well.” He stands and she mirrors, bowing again as Minseo was on her own once more. The solitude made her feel watched.

“Why do you do this?” She asks, looking straight to the cross. “You’ve given me too many chances, did you think I was a cat?” Her head tilts a little, getting annoyed in her own actions. “Is it because I do the charity stuff? Because my family help you build this cathedral? Was that our saving grace or something?” Minseo waits for someone to answer, to no avail. It was just faint buzzing and the outside world doing the mundane everyday.

Her figure stands and promptly heads over to where the candles have been lit from previous visitors. She takes out her wallet and places a ₩50,000 bill in the donation box. She didn’t light a candle, only walking away from what she had hoped God hearing her thoughts.

#cms:story #she carries cash everyone #money money money #must be funny #in a rich mans world

[dantekidd]

Words to the Wise - Dante Kidd

TW: Mention of drug abuse

May 17, 2023

Dear Mama,

I have written and rewritten this letter over six times now. Unable to form my thought into cohesive sentences, but perhaps that’s the whole point of this, no? So I’ll try this one last time, and I’ll try to be as honest as I can be. I miss you so much. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to properly say my goodbyes to you after three years because it doesn’t make sense to me. You’re gone, and yet you’re still here. Everywhere I look, and everywhere I go. So much has happened in the last couple weeks. My entire world and life has changed in ways you would not believe. I sound so dramatic as I write, but I cannot handle my own emotions. I feel too many. There’s hurt, loneliness, sadness, anger and hope? Makes no sense does it?

HURT. I hurt for the disloyalty. It didn’t matter how bad someone could hurt my feelings, grams, I always stayed true to myself. I never lied to anyone that I cared about. Never overstepped my boundaries where I shouldn’t have. But I have been hurt in ways unimaginable to me. Someone I called a friend. Someone I called the love of my life. I don’t know how else to address that. Then there’s S. I know what she did had nothing to do with me, and that I should learn to hear and not judge but it’s difficult to do when my heart is so heavy. I understand why she kept her addiction from me, but I can’t comprehend how it happened to begin with. Not like she’d truly tell me everything.

LONELINESS. I miss you so much. When you left this world it felt like you took a part of me with you. No one knows me like you and papa. You saved my life mama. I don’t know where I would be right now had it not been for you and papa. Perhaps dead? An addict getting high under some bridge as I mourn the sad and depressing life that the world punished a six year old me with? Despite all the love and care you guys gave me I cannot escape my thoughts of that night. Of being alone, hungry, and cold. I have worked so hard to not ever feel that way again. I don’t think I ever told you the reason why I wanted to be an artist. This is why. Despite my love for music I knew that if I made it big I would prevent all that pain and emotions from coming back, but it didn’t work.

SADNESS. I am broken. My heart is broken in so many pieces that not even a piece of tape could put me back together. I wished too bad and too hard, and I am paying for it now. Was it wishful thinking on my part, Mama? After so many years of loving her, I couldn’t see another way out. I craved for her. Stopped everything I worked on so hard, just to finally be with her. None of it mattered to me. I just wanted her. . . For the past three years I’ve changed so much about me to try and mold myself into a man you could be proud of. Someone who was ready to finally stop running and . . . settle. And for what? It was nothing more than another waste of time. . . but I didn’t just lose her, mama. I also lost a good friend. . .

ANGER. . . This one is hard. I’m angry at Bella. Angry at Zekai. Angry at Sawyer. Just angry. So fucking angry. . . but also at myself. Why am I angry? My first and only love hid one of the biggest news of my life from me because she didn’t want to ‘ruin my life’ or some shit like that. Zekai. . . he was a friend. . . he was a good friend but I don’t know if I could look past what he did mama. The betrayal is too much for me. . . Sawyer. . . that one’s so much harder. I love her with a passion but her actions caused so much rage in me. It’s selfish to even say as she is going through her own pain and torment, but I’m so angry with her. Of all things to turn to why the drugs? Why not pick up a damn phone and call? 

GUILT. That one kind of sneaked in last minute. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . help me, mama. I don’t want to feel. . . It’s so hard to feel anything right now without thinking myself selfish. I think that I’m just too understanding. I’ve hit rock bottom, and come back up unharmed. . . not many can say that. Or have the support that I did. So feeling anything other than gratitude feels wrong to me. I don’t want to feel anymore. But it’s so fucking hard. 

HOPE. Despite everything messing with my current mentality I can see the light. I have a purpose in life other than music now. I have a child to care for, and to love. I have someone to give my all to like you did with me. Kaia is that light at the end of the tunnel. When everything around blinds me, she gives me clarity. It’s odd I’ve only known her a couple weeks, but there’s no words to explain this feeling. It’s so fresh and so pure. I can’t imagine a world without her anymore. She makes my heartbreak worth it. 

This would have been the part where you tell me what to do. . . but I guess you did everything you were able to with me. Now it’s time for me to figure out the rest. I think I know where to start. 

Location: Nightrest Cemetery Date: Sunday May 21st, 2023 Time: Approximately 6pm.

After sealing and delivering his letter to his grandma’s grave, Dante sat in his car contemplating life. For the past three years since he moved back to Nightrest he had been working on a project of his own. A home. Their dream home. When he was younger he remembered walking around with their hands interlocked as they fixated on their lives together. Their wants, their needs, and what their future might look like. Almost each afternoon after school the two would walk by this ranch style home that looked like it belonged in movies. He remembered how much she had loved it. The changes that she said she’d do when they moved in, and how happy the two were at the thought. 

Dante glanced down at the deed in his hands. Kaia Amora Reyes it read. . . 

#selfpara #Words to the wise

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I posted 3,856 times in 2022

That's 1,027 more posts than 2021!

102 posts created (3%)

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#art - 1,037 posts

#ghouls - 835 posts

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#ghost/volbeat tour - 459 posts

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#aether - 312 posts

#dewdrop - 307 posts

#copia - 300 posts

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#its honestly amazing how he has found singers from such diverse backgrounds musically that still work so well together

My Top Posts in 2022:

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163 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#4

there's something comforting about Call Me Little Sunshine, maybe it's because I've been having a shit time with my mental health, but not only is Ghost back, Tobias said "You will never walk alone, you can always reach me."

That whole some is just a nice message to hear during this shithole times

170 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

In regards to fandom behaviour: Volbeat.

I'm utterly disappointed and disgusted with how a lot of the fandom (I suspect newer, younger fans are the bulk of this group) have acted towards Volbeat, you're not cute or special being disrespectful towards them, and with news they've had to pull out of the next show due to covid, you lot have become next level disgusting, hoping they'll pull out of more shows 'because I only care about Ghost!'

Look I'm not a fan of multi line up shows, but that's because I'm disabled and can't handling being up and active in a concert for hours and hours (I've done it once, I sat underneath a bench while the main act played bc my chronic pain killed me).

You are showing this fandom in a bad light, you are acting like fucking kpop stans with the lack of manners and respect.

I'm not asking you to become Volbeat's no. 1 fan, I am just saying you need to stop with the mocking, as it will effect the two band's relationship with each other.

You do realise the only reason we have a Ghost tour is because the two bands put their finances together? Do you honestly think you would've gotten a solo Ghost tour? Ghost is an Expensive band to tour with all the set pieces and gear, I 100% believe they teamed up with Volbeat to off set venue costs during year 3 of a fucking pandemic.

Also the ageism, who the fuck cares if Volbeat has an older audience, it's not cute to make fun of older people enjoying things? Ghost is a band of people all ages, and let me break your ageist hearts, Aether is in his 40s, are you gonna mock and bully him for being cringe too since he plays around on stage? You do realize that none of the ghouls, apart from Rain, are young right?

What may be the worst part is that if a Volbeat fan turned around and said we were cringe, I know the exact same people would be yelling and crying on twitter about how mean Volbeat fans are.

Grow up, shut up and enjoy Ghost's part of the tour.

186 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#2

I just want to say for the show, if it does turn out not all Prequelle ghouls return, DO NOT go onto their social media and get angry at them, to not go there a guilt bait with “aw I’m gonna miss you!”

Hired musicians move on all the time. They have a right too and with covid, they have every right to do what is right for their health, psychical or mental.

Also, if there is any new ghouls, you DO NOT go on their social media and yell at them for “replacing” your favorite, they did nothing wrong.

308 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know what I love right now? the idea Copia is OBSESSED with being better than Papa 3

Imagine it, as a lowly cardinal helping Nihil he watches Terzo, he's confident, flirty, charming, handsome, everyone gets along with him, Nihil doesn't hate him. The siblings of sin swoon over him and his 'stupid' jawline (as Copia calls it).

Copia has had to watch this, while he's had to work his way to the top, and what did that even get him? Nihil hates his guts, sure Sister likes him, maybe even a little too much, but many in the Clergy sees that as a negative.

But then, Sister informs him, "it's your turn Copia". It's not an easy road, this hasn't been done before, many object, including Nihil, many are shocked, shocked that the Papas are dead, and even more shocked that Copia is now in charge, they would rebel, but if Sister says it's ok, then what choice do they have?

He finally becomes Papa, over time people grew used to him being in charge, maybe some liked it, in some ways the old Papas become a memory.

But soon it's not enough, he still sees that awkward cardinal in the mirror, he wants more, he wants to be the handsome papa, the one that swoons the clergy, the one that his flock dreams about at night, he wants to be obsessed over.

A little self care is in order, suddenly that once stupid jawline isn't such a bad look, it just had to be on the right person.

He changes his skull paint, get rid of the rat bone nose, no more rat boy, soon it becomes cleaner, almost like his, but it's not, he swears he wasn't inspired at all by him.

Don't dare mention him.

He needs more attire, we wants to look his best at all times, too look confident and sexy. He has intricate suits made, gold lining, flowing fabrics, it suits a man as powerful and attractive as him. His clergy notices how the once awkward rat man walks, with power and weight in his steps. They begin to adore him, or fear him, he can't tell the difference anymore.

As long he is all they think about when they think about Papa.

308 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

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